#it means so much to me that you remember that! and now I'm craving red grapes🍇 allthough green ones have been my favorite!

[awritersbro]

If I had a nickel for every time I had a wolfboy OC named Peter Andy Wolf I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, and it's a pity that I've only been able to use that name twice.

[pimpnchips]

Needed Me 2

Part 2

Natasha x Wife!Reader

Warnings: angst, slight smut, blow!job, slightly mean!

nat.

Summary: heated arguments with Natasha

Authors Note: I’m sorry it took me so fucking long to finish this, I'm okay! but I had major writers block and I wanted to make it good for you guys. I also wanted to put the daughter in here more.

Lena swung her head in your direction, "Mommy I want this one," she whined. The rack of stuffed animals sat on display as your daughter complained about how much she wanted the pink bunny.

"No baby, you remember what mama said."

Last night, Natasha talked to lena about behaving properly. Now that she's getting older you can't keep babying her and supplying all her wants after a tantrum or fit.

So Natasha decided on no extra things outside of the store list for a month so she can learn that you won't be able to get everything she asks for even if she decides on throwing a fit.

"Lena, no means no," scowls natasha. Carrying Mateo in his car seat with her left hand, "Pick her up detka — let's go."

You couldn't help but bite your lip at Natasha's authority

Seeing her do what she does best turned you on in so many ways you couldn't explain. You couldn't stay upset with her no matter how hard you 'tried'.

Heading to your shared bedroom last night, Natasha had a way with her words, instead of hate sex you made love.

You missed her warmth and her touch but there's nothing you miss more than how sexy she looked taking care of her family.

Yes, your wife is a lot of things but you know how deeply she cares for the three of you and if you didn't.. you wouldn't have taken her back.

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You sighed in frustration, "I'm not trying to upset you baby"

"I never said you did," she muttered, gathering the clothes and putting them into the drawer across from you.

Which was a lie, you knew she was upset because you disagreed with her thoughts of not putting lena into school right now.

You brushed your fingers through her red hair trying your best to comfort her, "I understand there's a risk baby but I want her to have a normal child hood"

Natasha chuckles in disbelief,

"You understand nothing."

You scoff, "Natasha? She's my kid too so what don't I understand?" You started walking across the other side of the room away from her.

"Please, humor me." You sat down in the chair next to the open window, your hands slapping your knee as you sat down.

A blank stare on her face caused you to raise an eyebrow, bouncing your leg impatiently waiting for an answer.

It wasn't surprising that you and Natasha got into an argument today, it was always bound to happen. Sooner or later.

"You do shit like this all the time," she mumbles under her breath, trying to make it hard for you to hear.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Natasha?"

Your wife clutches the shirt in hand, more frustration clouding her eyes as she stares at you. She clearly didn't have an explanation, only acting on impulse.

"Am I the one who forged our divorce? If anybody does stupid shit it's you not me." You protest, rubbing your fingers on your temple.

But there's something about crawling under Natasha's skin that pumps you up. Toying with her is what got you here, having two of her kids and married to her for seven years.

She ignores your directed comment, "There's too many risks."

"She's not attending school and that's final," Natasha grumbled, her head was filled with your nagging comments.

"Nat -" you tried to reason with her.

"Don't" She growls, snapping her eyes up at you.

Your mouth clicks shut, "Sorry," you mumble. She knows how well you respond when she gets pissed off.

Sometimes you can't believe the effect Natasha has on you.

She knows your weaknesses and has no problem showing her mastery over you. Something you craved over the past few months, something a certain someone couldn't give you.

You haven't told Natasha, you figured if she ever found out a another woman came around the house, she'll probably kill the girl.

She's too possessive of you to share you with anyone else. It'll tear her ego down, make her seem like she doesn't have control anymore.

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"What do you know about banana bread, bunny?" Natasha laughs, hearing your daughter talk about how much she loved the taste of the dessert at the dinner table.

Lena giggles with a wide smile, "Miss Maximoff always makes some for me and mommy" she grins, picking up her last nugget eating it innocently.

Fear was written across your faces as you avoided contact with your wife. Natasha furrows her eyebrows at you, mouthing something you couldn't quite pick up on.

You stood up, "Let's put you to bed baby."

Natasha stared daggers at you, continuing to watch you walk away but you tried your best to not turn around.

The anticipation of waiting for you to get back sent nat over the edge causing her to throw everything off her desk.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

You heard nat scream through the door as your hand hovered over the door nob. You took a short breath to get yourself together before entering.

The door shut behind you, Natasha turned around instantly averting all of her attention to you.

"Natasha"

Before you could finish your sentence, she already had her hand wrapped around your neck causing you to inhale shakily, "Please baby."

Your wife clenched her jaw, staring into your eyes making you feel small under her grasp.

"Did she fuck you?" For a moment you saw her eyes darken, her hands starting to grip tighter forcing you to answer her question with a quivering voice, "No"

She released her hand, slamming it on the wall beside you, "Don't fucking lie to me!"

Your eyes welled up with tears and your body shook at the sudden movement she made. You and Wanda didn't have anything special she was nice but she was too nice for you.

You needed something stronger, you wanted Natasha hence why you never went further than a kiss on the cheek. But in this moment something clicked in you.

You needed her.

You looked up at the red head, moving down onto your knees. You wanted Natasha to know that you were hers and no one else's.

"Get up," she gritted.

Ignoring her statement you unbuttoned her pants pulling it lower until her underwear came off. Her dick sprung free ready to be sucked by you.

After a long pause, she moved forward grabbing your head forcing her cock into your mouth. Your tongue sliding along her length as you bobbed your head up and down. She groaned, holding onto the wall, "She could never fill you up like this" she said between pants.

You locked eyes with your wife who was watching you with pure lust in her gaze. Natasha cleared her throat, cock twitching from her own thoughts.

"You don't deserve my cock, detka."

She smiles at the whimpers that escaped you. Her hips started to move and you moaned.

"You shouldn't be sucking dick like a slutty little whore"

Tearing your gaze away from the cock, which was dripping with pre cum, you stared straight into her piercing orbs.

"We didn't have sex, Natty." You whispered, voice mildly hoarse already.

Natasha's face was flushed, cock weeping precum still.

She hadn't realized how close she was to coming until you stopped. "I know.you wouldn't do that to me," was all she uttered as you moved to take her again.

Natasha groaned, every word dying on her lips as your mouth was back on her cock. "Oh...just like that detka... fuck your mouth takes me so well..." You glanced upwards, watching her throat bob as she tilted her head completely back. A low, husky moan left her lips as you swallowed.

The sound of your daughter's voice from down the hall made you pull back. Saliva and cum dripping down your face as Natasha groaned at the sight, painting your face with her milk-white cum.

She forced your mouth open with her hand, releasing the rest of her cum into your mouth. Seeing you drop to your knees for her and pleasing her needs without asking made her proud. It made her thirst for you more.

You quickly got off your knees in a hurry, rolling your eyes at your crazed wife for making a mess of your face while trying to get up.

"Put your dick in your pants before your daughter comes in here" you whispered by her ear, a demanding tone that surprised natasha.

Quickly walking to the bathroom to clean your face, the sound of your daughter's voice getting closer to the room startled Natasha as she buckled up her pants.

"Mama, where's mommy? I can't sleep" Her hair was all over her head, fingers rubbing her tired eyes.

You shouted from the bathroom, "Mommy's coming baby!"

You threw your face towel down, walking out of the bathroom being met with Natasha sitting on the bed with the little girl tracing her tattoos, her head on her mama's chest.

Lena looked up with a smile making your heartmelt at the sight. "Why was mama screaming earlier?" She questioned, tilting her head.

Natasha bursted into laughter, you quickly sent her a pointed look causing her to quiet down. You sighed at your daughters question, "Nothing love, I was helping her with something"

Lena was even more confused than before, it was written all over her face but she shrugged her shoulders letting it go.

Nat smiled at her confusions, leaning down to kiss the temple of her head.

You smiled at the interaction it made you realize no matter the fights or arguments you and Natasha will have she'll forever be here to love you and the kids.

And you'll always love Natasha.

Even if that meant you needed her more than she needed you.

Needed Me

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[defnotsoju]

HER FIRST TIME

ILLIT'S MINJU × Y/N ( M READER )

Minju was one of those girls who always made you have mixed emotions about them. She was innocent, beautiful and very kind. Something that sometimes annoyed you about her, but at the same time sometimes made you happy.

In this situation, specifically, it annoyed you more. She was so sexy, lately her company had been making her wear too short skirts, which was pleasing to your eyes. You always had wet dreams with her for as long as you could remember, at least it happened to you often, even if not every time. You both went to the same high school, but after graduation you lost contact for a while. She began to pursue her dream of becoming an idol and now barely even communicates with her own parents, who by the way have always liked and shipped you both. A thought you actually liked.

Every night you went to bed thinking about her and even though you fucked other whores, you never stopped throbbing your cock while watching her first fancams of her debut song 'Magnetic' by ILLIT, which only fed your arouse and your desire to fulfill your dream of fucking her tight pussy. Oh yeah! You were sure she was tight just by the way the stripe on her pussy were clearly defined while wearing white safety shorts.

You heard from a mutual friend of both of you that she will be staying in Busan this week. This thought had excited you so much that you had spent the whole day trying to look good for your upcoming meeting, for which she doesn't even know about.

When you met, the situation didn't seem awkward. You talked about a lot of different things from the kind of school memories you two had. You talked about her idol career and that's actually how happy she is that her dream came true. Overall, hanging out with friends was nice because the old company was back together. Only now they had left you two alone outside, and you were thinking about so many things.

"I missed hanging out with you like this." She said causing you to raise your eyebrows and look at her in surprise. Did she miss you? Time with you? You looked at her confused. You wasn't actually confused, but you pretended not to understand. This made her pout.

"Say it again because I didn't hear you."

Minju folded her arms in front of her body as we walked towards her empty apartment in an affluent district of Busan.

"I told you I miss spending time with you. Are you happy now? Ya! Y/N! Why are you like that?"

You started laughing and she slapped you on the shoulder. You looked at her and instead of getting mad at her you slapped her as well, but on her butt, which made her put her hand on it and jump in surprise.

"I missed you too, Minju."

"Don't do it again! What if someone sees us and I'm in trouble? You'll live your life, but I'll have angry fans after me!"

When did this happen? Both of you were walking, and now you were in her bedroom home. The room was dark red in color, it had a very beautiful interior, and on both sides of the bedroom there were lamps whose light was warm.

You can't figure out when you sent her home and how it all happened, but you're so pleased you can't even complain. Her body lay under yours while you were on top of her. You looked with a confused look at her semi-naked body, whose curves were clearly defined. Minju had a really sexy body that you craved to fuck already. Her soft breasts bounced slightly when you entered her pussy with your erection. You watched her beautiful moaning face howling in pain but also pleasure for the reason that you had just taken her virginity. Damn it! Why was she so beautiful?

At one point she had quite started moaning loudly but also pushing you lightly with her hand which seemed to automatically make you press your pelvis against hers. This made her moan loudly and you covered her mouth with your hand.

"And you mean to tell me you haven't been fucked before? You're too hot Minju.. it's a shame your CEO hasn't fucked you or the guys in the company. Better that way. You're mine now."

Your movements were difficult because of how tight she was down there. This narrowness made you curse but in a raspy voice, and finally you leaned over her and kissed her soft lips. Her lips were so juicy and she was gagging herself in her own saliva because of the way she was constantly moaning and shaking under your body. She was so tiny. Her body was petite and when she is by your side she always boosts your man ego. Over time you roughed up your movements inside her, her warm walls hugs your cock that was throbbing inside her desperate to cum.

"Y..Y..Y/N..!! Don't stop fucking me. Damn it! I'll cum!"

"What if I don't let you?" You asked with a sly smile, stopping your movements for a moment. This startled her and she started moving her pelvis up and down on her own. She was exactly the needy slut you wanted to see. This was the light in which YOU wanted to see Minju. How she desperately rubs into you to cum and begs you, followed by a whimpering.

"Then stop moaning so loudly and be a good girl to me. Open your mouth" You ordered her, and she obeyed you. You spat in her mouth and slapped one of her medium sized tits which made her purse her lips. You didn't like this action of hers, so you allowed yourself to slap her again, but this time on her pussy. This caused Minju to arch her neck back and begin writhing her body on the soft thousand dollar mattress. You noticed that there was blood on your hand. It was her virgin blood. The sheets were in blood, her thighs, you were in her blood yourself, but that motivated you enough to keep going until you felt yourself starting to cum inside her. You filled her tight hole with your cum, but that orgasm didn't even stop you because your goal was for her to cum too.

You gripped one of her legs below the knee and spread the other wide, using your fingers on her clit, which you rubbed hard and fast as your pelvis crashed against hers. Your balls started hitting her small but shapely ass as you watched her boobs bounce with your predatory eyes.

The moment she came you stayed deep inside her, causing her to shake her body intensely, especially her legs and moan even louder, finally pulling away from her. You began slapping your cock against her reddened pussy, finally beginning to rub it between her pussy lips.

You watched with interest as your white liquid flowed from her hole, unable to hold back and lick her pussy. This made her cover her lips with her hand, but you pushed her hand away and continued to lick her greedily.

"Did you think that was the end?"

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AO3 VERSION HERE

[gojoonsaturn]

pairing: Sukuna x fem reader

wc: 4132

a/n: after Shinjuku Sukuna didn’t die and made a peace with jujutsu world, also Gojo is alive. You could choose in which form you want to see Sukuna. english is not my first language, so i'm sorry about mistakes :(

warnings: pregnancy, slight mention of sex, I guess I made OOC Sukuna, you decide)) childbirth, angst, fluff, little jealousy Sukuna

On the evening’s dinner, Sukuna noticed your pale face and bags under your eyes. With a forced smile, you set a plate before him, bowing low to him. The King of Curses grabbed your elbow, his eyes narrowing in scrutiny. You stared at Sukuna, who regarded you with an intent gaze. 

“My Lord!”

Uraume materialized from out of nowhere, literally saving you from Ryomen’s attention. They gestured towards the exit from the dining hall, and you bowed again to your master, leaving the room.

“What’s wrong with the girl?” He asked annoyingly.

“Food poisoning, I guess.” Uraume replied with a chuckle and tried not to show their concern in front of the King.

“I want you to take care of her. She looks terrible.” Sukuna sat down to dinner.

You were alone in your room when a knock came on the door. Heart racing, you opened it and allowed Uraume enter.

“I said you had food poisoning, but you must understand that you can’t hide it from Lord Sukuna.” They remained as stoic as ever, yet you detected concern in their eyes.

“I know, but… You are aware of his stance on children. In fact, I have heard he ate children in the Heian era…”

“That’s true. It’s a mystery how he could get you pregnant. I thought curses could not procreate. Perhaps there is something special about you…”

“I think he wouldn’t believe me that I didn’t sleep with anyone else besides him...”

“But you are his concubine. No one would dare to lay a hand on you.”

You gently stroked your belly, remembering the day when you found out you were pregnant. Two months ago, afraid, you went to Uraume to share the news. At first, they were confused, but there was something inside them, that wanted to help. They gave you permission to rest more and take time off from your duties.

“Rest and sleep well. Lord Sukuna wants you to be healthy.”

“Thank you, Uraume.”

Two days later, you took an evening bath. As you sank into the water, you closed your eyes, stroking your abdomen and calming yourself. Suddenly, a pair of hands settled on your shoulders. Opening your eyes, you encountered Sukuna's tranquil gaze.

“Are you feeling better now?”

He approached you and seated himself at the edge of the bathtub.

“Y-yes… Much better.” You replied.

“I want you in my chambers today. Will you come?”

“Of course. As you wish, my King.”

You attempted to hide beneath the foam, but he watched you with amusement, noting some change in you, though his sharp red eyes failed to detect it.

In the third month of your pregnancy, you began to wear loose robes. Your abdomen was already visible, and the fabric served as a means of concealing your condition from the King. After that night he preferred to see you oftener in his chambers, but suddenly became gentler during the sex. You feared that he knew about your pregnancy, but Uraume reassured you of his unaware. 

Sukuna couldn’t tell what about you had started to captivate him. Previously, he appreciated your slim figure and pale complexion, but your weight gain suited you well, arousing a sense of desire within him.

One night with the King, you woke up with a sweet craving. You carefully slipped out of Ryomen's embrace and went to the kitchen but found nothing satisfying.

“What do you need?” Sukuna’s voice startled you.

“Uhm… Just some water.”

The King approached a jug of water, poured a glass and gave it to you.

“Thank you, my Lord.”

You accepted the glass of water from his hand and took a small sip, averting your gaze from Sukuna's.

“What?” You inquired softly, forcing a smile.

“What are you hiding from me, girl?”

“Why do you suppose so?”

“Because you’ve changed, and I cannot discern in what way.”

“I believe I have gained a slight weight. If you are displeased…”

“No. I find you more appealing this way.” He interrupted you and came closer, inhaling your scent.

Suddenly he grabbed your arm and placed his hand on your abdomen.

“What the…” He didn’t finish the sentence.

“My Lord!” Uraume called him. In their eyes was a fear for you.

“Who did you sleep with, brat?”

“No one… Just you, my King��” You looked at him confidently.

“The curses cannot procreate, and you know this, Uraume!” His voice began to tremble.

“I do, my Lord. However, I assure you that she has not lain with anyone else. I know that’s hard to believe, but something in her bloodline made it possible. I swear to you, this is your child, my King!”

Sukuna gazed at you in silence, but despite your fear you didn’t look away. Your breathing became steadier and the posture exuded confidence. Suddenly, you noticed a discernible change in the King's gaze. Both you and Uraume exchanged glances, and they nodded to you, gesturing towards exit from the kitchen.

You were unaware of their conversation, but you decided to return to your chambers. Your heart was still racing, preventing you from falling asleep. As your consciousness began to fade, you felt a touch on your waist. Opening your eyes, you turned around and found Sukuna there. He gently rested his chin on your shoulder, with his red eyes closed.

In the fourth month, the other concubines stared at you in disbelief, unable to believe that you had conceived a child with the master. However, you and Sukuna ignored their whispers and often allowed yourself to be seen together. Sukuna stopped visiting other women and spent every night with you. He enjoyed touching your abdomen and leaning against it, listening to the sound of the child's heartbeat. It was a true miracle, and sometimes he found it hardly to believe in his future heir.

“What’s in you, woman?...”  He asked, caressing your belly gently.

“Your child, my Lord.” You replied with a laugh.

“No, I mean… Why you of all concubines?”

“I cannot say for sure. But I believe it’s a blessing.”

“Yeah. He will be the extraordinary.” He said, and you saw the sparkle in his eyes.

“Or she.” You added carefully.

Sukuna’s expression shifted, and you could see the wheels turning in his mind.

“Or she.” Finally, he nodded in agreement, accepting the possibility of having a daughter.

One day, in the fifth month of your pregnancy, you two had a small fight. The King saw you laughing with another servant, and his rage was palpable. Sukuna seized your arm, pulling you away from the man. Then he approached the servant with a murderous glare.

“If you ever talk to her again, I will tear out your throat, do you understand?” Ryomen demanded, his nostrils flared.

“My Lord, your… she just wanted to know what could alleviate her backache…” The man was skilled in medicine, and the other concubines asked him for advice on health matters.

“My King, it’s true. Adrien was a doctor, and I inquired about my pain. Nothing else.”

Sukuna’s gaze softened slightly.

“There is no need for servants to give medical advice. I can offer you the services of a professional doctors.” Sukuna said, his chest rising and falling with each breath, but his eyes held a hint of relief. “Leave us” He released the man

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain? Uraume can accompany you to the doctor.”

“Because there is nothing serious about it! Every pregnant woman experiences pain and cramps, Sukuna!” You began to yell at him, but quickly stopped yourself, covering your mouth with your hand. “I’m sorry, my Lord. It’s just…”

“I understand. Your hormones and all that. Uraume has told me.” He replied.

You smiled at him and placed your hand on his cheek. His breathing softened, and the anger in his eyes started to fade.

“Come to my chambers tonight. I will attempt to alleviate your discomfort.” You stared at him in astonishment but nodded and left the hall.

That evening you arrived at Ryomen’s chambers, but didn’t find him there. A dim light emanated from the bathroom door.

“Come here…” You heard from the bathroom.

Opening the door, you saw Sukuna standing by the bathtub. The air was filled with lavender scent which you adored.

“I was told that lavender can help relax your muscles, so… Please, welcome!” His tone was softer and more caring than you had heard before.

He assisted you in removing your robe and guided you into the tub.

“And you?...” You asked playfully, not letting his hand go free.

“I wasn’t planning on it...”

“Please. I want you by my side.” Your voice deepened, and Sukuna couldn’t resist your allure any longer.

He sat behind you, leaning your body against his torso. His fingers began massaging your back, providing relief from the tension you'd felt for weeks. Ryomen kissed your shoulder, moving up to your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you. You turned towards him, taking his chin in your hand and returning his kiss on the lips. Sukuna wasn't accustomed to such open displays of affection, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt in that moment.

For about an hour, you two sat like this, until your skin began to prickle with goosebumps from the cooling water.

“Darling, we need to get out. You’ll catch a cold.” Sukuna said.

“Mhm… It’s so nice with you here. Will you stay with me tonight?” You murmured into his ear.

“I will.” He replied.

He lifted you from the tub, helped you dry off with a towel, and carried you to bed.

“Are your back better now?”

“Mhm. Much better.”

You snuggled into his embrace and started to fall asleep. But suddenly you leapt up in bed, looking at the King with amazement and placing your hand on the abdomen.

“What? Is there something wrong with the child? I’ll call Uraume.” Ryomen asked, getting out of bed and heading for the door.

“No, no! Wait!”

You reached him and placed his hand on your belly.

“Do you feel that?”

At first, Sukuna looked at you in confusion, then he felt the child’s kicking in your womb.

“Wow… That’s… incredible.” He said, starting to move his hand over your abdomen following the baby’s movements.

“Would you like to know its gender?” He inquired with amusement.

“W-what? How can you…” You felt your hands and lips trembling. “One part of me wishes to know, but the other…” You bit your lower lip and hesitantly gazed at Sukuna.

“Let it be a surprise for you. But anytime you wish to know, I shall answer, my love.”

You were in the middle of sixth month of your pregnancy when Satoru Gojo arranged a meeting with Sukuna. The King of Curses was not enthusiastic about the meeting but had no choice. The servants set up a table, which you decorated with flowers. Although Sukuna didn’t like to share details of that battle, you heard enough about the famous and strongest jujutsu sorcerer. You were very curious about him.

Near the evening, you heard servants whispering about the arrival of the sorcerer. You glanced at Sukuna and made a move towards the exit.

“Stay with me, please.” Sukuna said suddenly, his voice demanding. His tone was colder, yet in his eyes you saw a hint of vulnerability.

You nodded subtly and took a seat at the table next to Ryomen.

In the dining room, a tall man with snow-white hair and a blindfold entered. He sat before Sukuna, his lips curling into a barely noticeable smile.

“I prefer to see your eyes, sorcerer. Or are you ashamed of your no longer perfectly blue eyes?” Sukuna's voice carried an ironic tone.

Satoru Gojo removed his blindfold, revealing one eye that was black and the other ocean blue. You were uncomfortable and tried to avert your gaze from him.

“There are rumors in the jujutsu world that one of your concubines is carrying your child. Is this true?” Gojo asked.

You looked at Sukuna with a fear in your eyes, and your hand unconsciously moved to your abdomen.

“And so what?” Sukuna appeared confident.

“Do you allow yourself to be fooled?”

“Better shut your mouth or you’ll lose your other eye too. This child is mine.”

“But the curses can’t…” The sorcerer attempted to interrupt Sukuna, but Ryomen cut him off.

“I am the King of Curses.” He said, not wanting to admit there was something special about you.

Gojo continued.

“Anyway. We want to take the child and analyze it. After it’s birth, of course.”

“Are you so foolish to enter my home and speak to me like that?! Have you forgotten the way I brought you to your knees? How you all begged for that damn peace. And yet, here you are at my table with the mother of my child, asking for it to be taken away?” Ryomen was enraged, but Gojo showed no fear. “You will all suffer again, and there will be no more peace. I’ll burn this world if you or any of your stupid sorcerers dare harm my woman or our child.”

“Do you remember the terms of the peace? If you attempt to start the war again, you will die.” You looked at Sukuna, but he didn’t look back.

“I don’t care about myself or jujutsu. This woman and our heir are my priority now.” He took your hand under the table, without looking at you again.

“Well, I warned them! Shall we finally start dinner? I’m starving from my journey from Tokyo. Your estate is far from the capital.”

You and Ryomen exchanged glances. Gojo began to eat, and when he saw that neither of you was eating either, he paused in his chewing.

“Oh! By the way, nice to meet you!” He greeted you with a wave of his hand, which you responded to with a slow nod.

Sukuna gestured to the food and began the meal. He and Gojo engaged in a brief exchange of news about the jujutsu world. Following the events in Shinjuku, all the curses had split into two groups. One group under Sukuna's protection, was spared from exorcism by the sorcerers as they were not considered a threat anymore. The other group, however, refused to accept the peace, believing it was a humiliating condition for their King. These curses became increasingly radical, making themselves targets for the sorcerers because of their violent actions towards humanity.

“Who knows, perhaps your son will be the one to unite them.” Satoru remarked, leaving you and Ryomen staring at him in confusion.

“Actually, I didn’t reveal the child’s gender to her. You as always can’t keep your mouth shut, Gojo.” Sukuna rolled his eyes and stared at you with an apologetic smile. “I apologize, my dear. Maybe I have deprived him of one eye, but the other is still functioning.”

“Oops! I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, my lady!” Gojo covered his mouth with a hand.

“It’s alright. Never mind.” You smiled at Satoru and glanced down at your abdomen.

After the meal, Sukuna asked the servants to take you to his chambers. He remained with Gojo, his demeanor intense. An hour later he returned to you and reclined beside you on the bed, covering his eyes with a hand.

“Are you well?” You inquired softly.

“Mhm. I am just tired from Gojo's presence. He can be quite irritating. But still…” Sukuna hummed in response.

He shifted to the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes.

“The higher-ups seek to take our child. Gojo came to warn me. While he may not be foolish enough to start another war, he is powerless against them.”

“I see.” You felt a deep sense of dread upon hearing this revelation. However, you did not want to reveal your fear to him. “I understand that you don’t need me to act rashly, so… if you suddenly need my help or at least my support, I’ll be there for you, ready to protect our son with my life...”

Ryomen glanced at you, noticing the determination shining in your gaze. He embraced you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Sometimes, you and Sukuna spent nights apart from each other. There were no arguments or any other issues. You simply desired some space for yourself and also for your King. It was your seventh month, when you didn’t appear in his chambers for an entire week. He also refrained from pressuring you, but the absence of you and of the sound of child's heartbeat was excruciating. At midnight, he approached your chamber door and softly knocked. You opened and quickly brushed away the tears from your face.

“What happened?” Sukuna stopped your hand and looked at you impatiently.

“Nothing. Everything is fine.” Your voice trembled.

“Don’t lie to me, woman. I thought we trust each other.”

“We do, my Lord! We do!...”

“Then tell me, why you’re upset?”

You invited him into your chambers, and the two of you settled on the bed.

“A week ago, I had a nightmare. There were our son and jujutsu sorcerers. They…” You couldn’t continue, so Sukuna silenced you and wiped away your tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me?...” He asked softly.

“Because it was foolish. You told me you would handle it. And I didn’t want to bother you.”

“How stupid of you. Listen to me. We are together. You are carrying our child. Your problems are my responsibility. You shouldn’t have to struggle alone with these matters. Do you understand?”

You nodded at him and buried yourself in his embrace.

After breakfast on your eighth month, Sukuna led you somewhere with your eyes closed. Besides, you heard Uraume’s voice.

“Everything is ready, my Lord.” They said.

“What is it?” You asked with a soft smile, touching Ryomen’s hands over your eyes.

“You’ll see, my love.” He replied, kissing your shoulder and gently guiding you forward.

You heard a door open, and Sukuna finally removed his hands from your face. You were in a spacious room with midnight-black walls and a rug on the floor. To the left, there was a large crib with a canopy and above it hung a star-shaped mobile. Beneath the crib stood a basket filled with toys. There was also a baby dresser, a small couch and a changing table.

“It’s not perfect, but you can add something from yourself.” Sukuna said, surveying the room.

“No! It’s… amazing.” You said, tears welled up in your eyes as you looked around. “Did you do it all yourself?”

“Uraume assisted me.” He said, gesturing to his subordinate with a grateful nod.

“But it was the King’s idea.” They said with a smile, leaving the room.

Sukuna settled you on the couch and you gazed around in astonishment.

“I also wanted to ask for advice. Yesterday I visited Gojo, and he offered to teach our child when the first signs of his cursed technique appear, under our terms, but under his supervision.”

You took a deep breath and looked at Ryomen.

“And what do you think?” You asked softly, your hand on your abdomen.

“I don’t trust the higher-ups, but I believe Gojo. If he says there is no danger to our son under his protection… I suppose I can trust him.” He just shrugged his shoulders.

“If you agree, I agree too. Together, right?” You said, taking his hand in yours and smiling at him.

Sukuna leaned over and kissed your forehead.

In the ninth month, the entire estate was waiting for the imminent arrival of the King’s child. Sukuna's nerves were on edge, and he followed your every move with heightened attention.

“You don’t need to escort me everywhere, you know?” You teased him one day during a leisurely walk in the garden.

It was a cool sunny day, with the wind playing with your hair, so that you were constantly trying to brush it out of your face. Because of your skinny, your abdomen appeared larger than it actually was, and it felt heavy to you. Sukuna always offered his arm to support you while you walked. As the birth drew nearer, you began spending more time outdoors in the garden. The warm weather and the scent of the flowers that you had planted brought you immense joy. Your son seemed to enjoy these outings as well, for you could feel his kicks against your abdomen as you walked.

“But our child will soon be born, and I do not want you to be alone in that moment.”

“Look, our daddy is worried about us!” You told your abdomen.

“Of course I am worried! Who wouldn’t be?” Sukuna said offended.

Suddenly you bent over with a groan. Ryomen called out to Uraume and they materialized from thin air.

“Just kidding!” You exclaimed, raising your hands in self-defense, your face twisted in a guilty smile.

Sukuna rolled his eyes at you and clicked his tongue at you.

Later that day, the two of you shared a meal, discussing the name of your child.

“I like Katsuo*.” Ryomen suggested.

“And what about Ren*?” You asked with a grin.

Sukuna frowned and thought about the name.

“Nah, it’s too widespread. I suggest we wait until we see the child and then decide.”

You nodded in agreement, and the two of you continued enjoying your dinner. Afterwards, he escorted you to your room, promising to join you soon. You took a bath and were ready for bed, when you felt a sharp pain. Looking down, you saw water pooling around your feet.

“Oh no, no!” You cried out to Uraume with a broken voice.

They appeared immediately, staring at your leaking water in confusion.

“Please, call Sukuna!” You demanded.

“I can’t. The King left the estate and should return by midnight. I’ll fetch the midwives, they shall assist you.”

With Uraume’s departure, you attempted to reach for the bed. The agony subsided, and you began to breathe. As the two midwives entered the room, contractions returned. The women assisted you in a comfortable position, murmuring instructions into your ears. The pain intensified, and you felt warm tears trickling down your cheeks.

“I want Sukuna… Please, bring him here. I can’t do this without him!” You wailed, clutching the sheet in your fists.

Your vision blurred from the tears, and you saw Uraume disappearing again.

You didn’t realize how much time had passed when you felt Sukuna’s hand gently encircle yours.

“Hi, babe. I’m here with you, my love.” His soothing voice resonated.

“My Lord!...” You expressed your joy, but another pang elicited a groan from you.

You didn’t hear what he said to the midwives, but he leaned close to your ear and whispered softly, “I need you to breathe deeply and follow these women's instructions. Everything will be alright.”

You nodded at him and began to breathe in and out, holding his hands. When the next contraction came, you squeezed his hand so tightly that both of you heard snap of Sukuna’s finger.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry…” You looked scared, but Ryomen’s gaze remained calm and cool.

“It’s okay, my love.” He laughed at you and restored his broken finger.

When one of the midwives announced that she could see the head, you felt a brief moment of relief. But then the other woman urged you to push harder, and you threw your head back, your forehead uncomfortably sticky. Sukuna brushed your hair away from your forehead, gently caressing your shoulder and pressing kisses to your damp cheeks.

“It hurts! It hurts so much…” You felt as if every bone in your body were breaking.

“I know… But you are doing great!”

“Mhm…”

Time lost all meaning, but when you heard the child's cry, relief flooded through you. You saw the midwife hand Sukuna your son, and you smiled at both of them. Ryomen laid the child on your chest, settling beside you.

“This is our son. This is your mother.” The King said, presenting the child to you and bestowing a kiss upon your forehead.

“And here is your dad.” You cooed, feeling a hint of trepidation as you touched your child for the first time.

Your gaze fell upon the marks on his face, reminiscent of those on Sukuna’s. However, they vanished the moment you held him in your arms. Your son bore a striking resemblance to Ryomen.

“I guess, his name should be Taro*.” Sukuna suggested.

“Taro?” You questioned, receiving confirmation from him with a nod.

In that moment, everyone in the room sensed the need for privacy, leaving the three of you alone. You smiled at these two essential figures in your life, finally finding peace within yourself. ____________________________________________________

* Katsuo means victory and hero.

* Ren means lotus.

* Taro means great son.

[thegothicviking]

Oh wow! This is probably what I should have done with my own bracelet! (I photographed the numbers though before they faded at least) and Norway sucks when it comes to bigger frames! (Had to buy from Germany to get the one for the LIFAD album poster and that frame is so flimsy that the locks that keeps it all in place pops out whenever I lift the frame. I need my own place before I can hang it on the wall! )

I don't have the general Rammstein stadium 2024 poster but I got the Dresden one. I have the Rammstein stadium 2024 scarf though so I might add that in the frame with the Dresden poster and the bracelet.

This collage is precious🤲 You did well! 🤲

I wish I could shrink it and hold it or have it in my pocket but that would be stealing so it's better on your wall instead. But you know how we would like to gently hold everything we find precious and great! 🤲 Thank YOU for teaching me that!

And I love that you still remember SEA LEGS! 🏴‍☠️ I hope they will come in handy again for you at other concerts! 🏴‍☠️ (or whenever you take a ferry/boat ride through heavy waves as that is what they were really meant for!)

I have a feeling we will see each other again. I don't know when that will be but its a little feeling I've got. Hope I'm not wrong about that!

Until then I'll think of you and your mom everytime I eat grapes! (I don't have grapes and especially not red grapes that often but It IS a good snack in warm weather and I'll try to remember that!🍇

Please tell your mother I said hallo!👋 and you can say it in the german way because both the norwegian and german way of saying "hallo" is pretty much the same!

The magazines will be sent out THIS week. (I have to send them out this week or they'll be sent in the middle of the holiday post rush) They have become an early xmas present now instead of a summer present. I hope that is ok! 💖

I hope I one day get to see your lovely collage (in your now lovely hallway) in person! Tusen takk for our 1st meeting! 🤲I'm glad I got to share your 1st ever feuerzone experience! Let's hope it won't be the last!🔥

It's still November 16th here in Norway. At least for another 10-12 something minutes. I just copy most of the text that I posted on instagram:

"A whole half-year. 😢. 16th of May 2024. Thanks to @marimayscarlett and her mother I survived the queue and got to 1-2nd row Feuerzone in Dresden. I was closer than I had ever been to the stage and could finally hold onto that fence in the front! My outfit was a tribute to a handful of the band members' previous bands before that big breakthrough 30 years ago in 1994!!

Rammstein reminds me of

Unfortunately none of the guys on stage saw me and the camera man didn't film me but it was a magical moment still!

The fact to be able to celebrate my 32nd birthday in the 30th year of Rammstein was everything! (My 2nd birthday in total that I've celebrated with them)

I'm still crying of both happiness that it happened and of sorrow that it had to end! But the memories and pure joy lingers on and I'll never forget it! Vielen dank! @rammsteinofficial Tusen hjertelig takk! 🙌

💖Den perfekten moment!💖

And I never took off that Feuerzone paper bracelet.💖

But I know I have to now...

Update: this feels so weird.

16.05.2024 ~ 16.11.2024

I already miss tucking it in and slowly twirl it around my wrist. After 6 months this little piece of paper sort of became a part of me. Twirling and adjusting it became a habit. This is bittersweet, but it was better for me to rip it myself (I had to glue it together for these last months and so it was about to fall off anyway) than for it to tear off by itself and getting lost forever somewehere. It's in my jewelry music box now where I keep most of my "treasures". But I do have plans for it! 💖 I just need the proper frame...

[strawbrrycuteblog]

Hiiiiii,Just a quick ask.

Hybridjungwon!

kitten jungwon feels so needy during his heat cycle,and if you piss him off by the slightest he won't hesitate to get off teasing you for hours as he comes almost everywhere on your body even in you not letting you get off until the last 5 minutes before he falls asleep happily dripping naked with his own juices.

xx,I love your work and I don't see many writers who like hybrid enha so I'm grateful that you like it ,I'm not alone.xx ily <3

Feeling faint.

Pairings: hybrid!jungwon x human!reader

Warnings: mature story, jungwon calls reader slut, kinda filth?, cum play a little, messy, cussing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) , reader annoying wonie, hard Dom jungwon ☺️ reader has pussy btw

A/n: This. Is. My. Favorite. Ask. So. Far.

jungwon had been sitting on the couch for an hour now, trying to distract himself from fucking the living shit out of you, watching many episodes of some show he didn’t every remember the name of all while you were next to him, pinching him softly but enough to piss him off, “y/n I’m not fucking joking, quit it.”

you only laughed at this, “well if I do then what am I gonna do? I’ll be bored.” you continued to pinch him then poke his cheeks, “you’re such a baby.”

His eyes narrowed as you toyed with him, his powerful hand reaching down to grab your wrist tightly before pulling it towards him, forcing you onto your lap. “Here,” you heard him say through gritted teeth, “is where you belong when you want to annoy me.” He began rubbing your hips roughly against his growing bulge, causing both of you to moan. As his excitement grew and you felt him pulsing against you, he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “I'll make sure you regret ever annoying me again. Would you like that?”

you let a moan slip but quickly thought of a bratty remark, “as if you could even make me come.”

Chuckling darkly, Jungwon eventually removed your clothing, leaving you practically naked, save for the lacy red thong you wore. He stared at you hungrily before standing up and removing his own clothes, revealing his impressive masculine form. "Watch your mouth, slut," he growled, bending over to pull off your underwear, throwing them aside roughly. With one final smirk, he sank down onto the couch, positioning you above him, his cock already throbbing against your entrance. "Try saying that to me now."

you tried to move so his cock head would go inside of your dripping heat, but he barely let you move. “wonie please..I’m sorry..”

"Apologies mean nothing right now, bloodslut," Jungwon murmured, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer, finally allowing his length to slide into you in one swift motion. You gasped at the sudden invasion, welcoming his girth inside you. "This is what happens when you annoy the wrong person," he reminded you, thrusting into you hard and fast, taking exactly what he wanted while dominating you.

The ecstasy and pain mixed within you only made you crave more, pushing back against him as much as you could, your nails digging into his chest. "Fuck!" you cried out, unable to hold back any longer.

“I’m not a bloodslut.” you remarked to defend yourself, the intrusion witching your warmth had you whole body twitching, sucking him in but he wasn’t gonna let you cum.

Jungwon's smirk remained as he slammed into you relentlessly, each thrust driving him deeper inside you. "Whatever you want to call yourself, you're mine when I claim you," he said, grasping your hips tighter to keep you in place. His other hand traveled up to tweak your sensitive nipples, knowing just how much that would irritate your body in the best way possible. Every harsh thrust of his pelvis against yours brought you closer to the edge, but he refused to let you fall over it yet. Your combined bodies sweat-soaked and tangled together created a beautiful sight as they moved in tandem, filling the room with wet, slapping sounds. "Goddamn, you're so fucking sexy when you scream my name."

“jungwon im gonna cum!” you screamed out, clenching around his member, every small vein rubbing inside of you just right.

Feeling your inner muscles tighten around him was the trigger Jungwon needed, sending him spiraling over the edge of release. With a strained groan, pounding into your womb and stretching you beautifully wide. Hearing and sensing you were about to cum, he pulled out, following him by cumming on your tummy, he didn’t even expect him to finish so fast but he knew he wasn’t done. Far from it.

you started to move before he pushed you down on the couch, “you didn’t think that was it did you?” he spoke hardly, “I’m gonna ruin you, maybe even make you cry.” he spoke again before he stucked his fingers back inside of you, scissoring them and rubbing your gummy walls until he curled his fingers and touched your g-spot, “jungwon im still sensitive!”

Despite your protests, jungwon couldn't help but revel in torturing your sensitive core. He moved his fingers in a circular pattern, driving you wild with heightened need once again. "Shut up, whore," he growled possessively before swiping his thumb across your clit, causing you to collapse further into the couch. Your body writhed beneath his skilled touch, every nerve ending shimmering with pleasure. He continued to torment you, having full control over your body as your moans filled the air. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer, plunging his fingers in deep and pumping them insistentely, making you see stars as you climaxed hard around them. Only then did he remove his fingers, leaving you spent and quivering on the couch, panting heavily. "And that was just round one," he whispered menacingly, running his hands lightly up and down your shaking legs.

“I can’t do more..” coming out of your mouth whilst looking at him, crawling from him before he grabbed your hips and pressed his body against you, “so we’re just disobeying me now?” His ears flickered “don’t think I won’t torture you all night.

And he did, for the next two hours he hand you upstairs, your hips jerking and pulling in different angles, you’re sure the sheets were soaked, you’d squirted so many times already.

“Jungwon I can’t give more..” you repeated like earlier, he only jerked off in front of your face, glazing it with the salty cum, lightly tapping it against your lips, “open.”

And you did, taking his length into your warm, welcoming mouth. Groans came from his lips, his hips pushing against your face, making your head press into the mattress.

You hallowed your cheeks, the invasion of his head in your sore throat brought tears to your eyes, gagging around him but not stopping, wanting to please him until the very end.

Jungwons body was sweaty and half covered in your juices, the other half being his own. His cum was splattered along your body, from you ankles to your knees, thighs, stomach. Anywhere he could jerk off on.

“Such a warm mouth baby..”

You couldn’t stop your self from grinding against nothing, wanting to cum so so bad knowing you probably wouldn’t get it.

You moved your hand and took a hold of hid balls, squeezing them which made him mewl, you didn’t understand how he wasn’t shooting blanks at this point, did his heat mean an endless supply of semen or something?

Cause that’s for sure what this fucking felt like.

His hips stuttered and his tail wrapped around your head, pushing you face until your nose met his hair which were trimmed but still there. “Ah! Y/n! Yes yes yes!!”

He pulled out, you stuck your tongue out, showing him you’d swallowed it and he smirked, “after all this..” he panted. “You deserve a reward don’t you think?”

You sat up, if you had a tail it would be wagging so much right now. But you didn’t know if you could handle another round, you’d probably be the one having blanks.

Jungwon took his sensitive dick in his hand again, pumping it a few times to get it hard as he hissed, it didn’t take much when he was in heat, he got hard even just smelling your pillow. He took the tip, aligning it with the warm hole he already wanted to ruin.

He plunged deep into you, gasps eliciting from both parties as he looked at you, your eyes were nearly closing, he realized you were about to faint on him, the pleasure being too much as you were both exceedingly over stimulated, “hey, open those pretty eyes for me baby.”

He took your chin between his thumb and index finger, hitting against your g-spot, his cock going over it again and again, you opened your eyes.

“That’s it, look at me yeah?”

You nodded, trying to not faint, high pitched whines drawing out of your throat, you squeaked as he sped up, you pulled him close and he tried to keep his dominant look up, but losing it while he saw how helpless you looked, he always loved how desperate you got to having an orgasm. He pulled almost all the way out before slapping back in and making you cum, your mouth agape, back arched, stopped breathing for a second as you seemed to be in a sub space.

He only collapsed on top of you, both covered in sweat and juices, his cum seeping out of whatever side it could escape from, he pulled the blanket over y’all as you’d finally passed out. Both weak and almost shaky. Eventually over the next few minutes you both fell asleep.

[dahliamalfoy97]

NEEDY - Muzan

MuzanxReader

A/N: probably not my best work, but I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Synopsis: Basically Y/N is feeling a bit needy and is a bit of a brat and Muzan is a sadistic bastard.

Warning: SMUT +18!! , MDNI, Yandere Muzan ! Explicit Content, daddy kink, monster kink, brat kink, degradation, masochism, slight dacryphilia, choking kink, spanking kink, manhandling, orgasm denial, overstimulation, penetration, oral sex, thigh riding, hair pulling, cockwarming, mentions of blood, and whatever else I forget to mention. Muzan is kind of mean but I mean it’s Muzan soo.

You were feeling Needy.

Your boyfriend Muzan was really focused on defeating the Demon Survey Corps and the upcoming war and you knew how important it was to him. You knew he was busy and you know he had specifically ordered you don't bother him while he was working. Usually you followed his orders but all he seemed to do is lock himself away in his lab. And it left you lonely.

Feeling needier than ever.

It had been weeks since you two had been intimate. And you were starting to forget what his touch had felt like. Sure you were a demon and life was unending. You had an infinite amount of time with him but 2 weeks seemed like forever this time around.

So probably making the worst decision of your life you dress yourself in a short red dress that hugged every curve and barely covered your ass. It was new one you had bought just for him. But he's been too busy to see it on you. You curled your hair and put on some makeup and made way to his lab.

You knocked softly.

"Who is there?" Muzan answers monotonously and you knew he was probably not even looking up at door.

"It's me, Muzan," you say.

Immediately the doors open, "I thought I've told you to not to bother me while I'm working, Y/N," you feel your heart drop because he hadn't even looked up at you and he called you by your name. Not doll, or princess.

"I know but, I barely see you anymore," you pout, creeping quietly towards where he sat in his chair with a vial in his hands. His crimson cat like eyes narrowed in pure concentration. " I miss you."

He sighs, "I know, Princess, but you know how important to this is."

" I get that but lately it seems more important than me," you can't help but hiss in dismay, leaning against his desk, admiring his breathtaking profile. You had missed him so your heart ached. As a demon naturally you didn't feel much emotions. But you burned and craved him like he was your own heartbeat.

His gaze flits to yours for a second, "I promise nothing is more important than you, but this is so we can be together without any issues. Remember?"

"Of course. And I want that future with you, but right now I need you right now."

"I'm busy, princess, I promise I'll make it up to you later."

But you're not giving up so easily, you begin prowling around him. Creeping behind him to massage his shoulders.

"Have you even eaten lately?" And he immediately relaxes under your touch. "When was the last time you slept?"

"I am a demon, I don't need those things."

Your hands curl around his tie, nibbling on his ear, he lets out a groan. His grip on the vial tightening.

"Well you can't continue to be the most powerful demon king if you're refusing to eat."

"I'll eat later," he growls. "Right now I need to finish this concoction-"

"Damn it, Muzan, you haven't even looked at me since I walked in here. I know this is important, but you can at least remember me from time to time," his hand grips yours tightly, pulling you in front of him. His crimson stare finally meeting yours,

"I can never forget you, Sweetheart."

You stick out your lower lip, "well it seems like you have. It's been 2 weeks since I've seen you, two weeks since you've touched me. And i know you've said not to bother you, but fuck Muzan, I need you. If you're going to ignore me than I can just go find Douma, I know he'll-"

The vial in his hand shatters, his veins strain against his pale skin, his hand grips your wrist and yanks you on to his lap. Your legs on dangling on both sides. You gasp at the sudden reaction.

"Don't even think about finishing that fucking sentence," he growls, those crimson eyes glaring into yours, his hands grip your waist tightly. "You're fucking mine, sweetheart, and I will kill that demon if he lays a finger on you."

Your core fluttered at his degrading words.

"Muzan, you've been ignoring me the last few weeks," you reply back. "You haven't even what I'm wearing right now and I've bought it for you."

His eyes finally do a fully take of what you're wearing, and his eyes darken, "you bought this for me," his fingers skim the satin material, "let me guess you're not wearing any panties are you?"

"Maybe, maybe I am. But you won't be able to find out if you continue to ignore me like you have been," you run your hands down his torso, feeling his muscles tense underneath you, running them all the way to where they brush along the noticeable bulge that's straining against the material of his slacks. You rub it teasingly, and grind yourself a little on his thigh. But he stops your movements with a firm grip around your waist, his jaw clenching.

You smirk, knowing he was pissed, "You mean to tell me you've been wandering around the castle without panties where anyone else but me can see you?"

"Well I mean you haven't been around to see me so really why does it matter?"

He growls, a deep guttural growl, it vibrates underneath you and you can't help but bite your lip, knowing this man was was mere seconds from unleashing the beast that slept underneath.

"You're really going to be a fucking brat? What have I fucking told you about wandering around the castle without your panties on? You know I don't want anyone else seeing what's mine."

You squeeze him tightly and his eyes flash a dangerous scarlet, "again, you haven't been around so why would I listen to you when you haven't even cared to come and see me? I've gotten lonely without you, Daddy and I have needs. But if you're not here to take care of me than I might as well go find someone else who will-"

His hand suddenly grips your throat, squeezing, "you're being a real brat, little one, you come and bother me after I've told you not to, then you decide to parade around in no panties, even when I've ordered you not to and then you decide to get mouthy. The fucking  nerve you have to speak to me like that,  looks like I need to punish you. Teach you some fucking manners."

"Fuck you," you spit in face, choking slightly in his tight trip.

Suddenly he's throwing you off of him, rage is in his eyes, shoving you to your knees.

"Fine. If you're going to be a bitch, then you can get on your fucking knees. And I'll treat you like one."

He unbuckles his pants letting them fall to the ground, his massive angry cock slaps against his stomach, the red and dripping with precum, your mouth waters as he takes the belt off and forces your hands behind you and binds them together, tightly. The leather digs into your wrists when you try to wiggle out of them.

"Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth," he demands, but he doesn't give a chance to do much as he's already gripping you by the hair, pulling you so that you're directly in front of him. His cock is right in your face. He looks down at you with a mocking grin. "Aww look at you, utterly helpless against what I'm about to do."

He grips his cock his hands, stroking it a little, before rubbing the tip up and down your awaiting lips. Smearing precum all over.

"You think you can talk to me however you please," he growls, slapping his dick on your face, continuing to taunt you with it. "Think again, slut. Did you forget who I am little one?"

Without any warning at all, he's forcing his cock into your mouth. Not giving you any chance to breath or adjust as it lodges all the way into your throat, your throat not nearly big enough to take all of him. For he was just too massive and this wasn't even him in his true demon form. You could feel every inch and vein humming against your throat, it was angry. You could feel the rage as he began to roughly slam into you. You choke immediately, but soon hollow your cheeks and breathe throw your nose so you can take him in as deep as possible. He grips your hair winding it tightly in his fists, pulling harshly against it while he abuses your mouth.

"That's it, that's much better, having you silent and gagging around my cock. Much better than that nasty attitude that comes out of it," he watches with twisted satisfaction as spit and precum begin to dribble out of your mouth. Your eyes watering as his tip hits your throat repeatedly. As he's fucking your throat, his form begins to change. His black curly hair turns into those  gorgeous snowy curls, the transformation causing his dress shirt to rip exposing his corded muscles and ribbons of red that laced around him. You whimper at the sight. He was magnificent and deadly at the same time.  "Yes, that's it, whimper for me, whimper at the sight of your King."

You wiggle against the belt that's keeping you from touching him. You so desperately wanting  to feel him underneath your finger tips.

As if he can read your mind, he laughs, "what you want to touch me? Hmm? I can't let you do that just yet. You have to be punished, sweetheart. You've been way too naughty. Way too defiant."

You protest, but his cock is keeping you from being able to speak, it- he was relentless against in your throat. He was no longer the soft man that he only was with you. No he was officially the devil, taking what he wanted from you. Using your for his sick pleasure. But you had missed it. You had missed the way he felt in your throat, the way he would pulse inside you, his warmth, his touch. His fucking attention. All of it which is why you had acted out. Your core was aching and you were rubbing your thighs together. The need becoming to great.

"are you making a mess down there?" Muzan mocks, eyes locked on your shifting thighs, never loosening his grip in your hair and relenting on his thrusts. "You've already caused me to break one of my vials. Because you couldn't be nice, you just had to go and talk back, and now I have to fucking start over on that one. What a greedy little slut."

Tears were streaming down your cheeks at this point, your jaw was starting to hurt, at being stretched out so widely and brutally, but you didn't care. You welcomed that pain. His thrusts start to become more erratic and you feel him growing, those veins becoming more prominent as his release was nearing.

"Now be a good little slut and swallow for your King," all you can do is hum, as hot liquid pours down your throat, you welcome the salty taste as it costs your tongue, sucking greedily not wanting to miss a single drop, as he slowly starts to pull out, he smirks as you swallow it all.  "Good girl.”

In rapid motion,  he's yanking you back up, he bunches up the skirt of your dress, eyes flaring at the sight of your bare cunt. He sits down on the chair and pulls you with him, he places you on one of the mouths that decorates his leg, and you immediately fall against his chest as the wet muscle flicks against your slit. Your hands are still behind your back, so you have nothing to grab you to stabilize you. He rocks you along his thigh, body is already convulsing as the mouth on his leg eats you out. Meanwhile, he's just leaning back, watching lazily as you fall apart.

"You're so sexy when you're writhing against me like this. I love how small body is compared to mine. So easy to manipulate how I want. So easy to just break."

Your arch into him, grinding desperately along that mouth. As it cruelly sucks on your clit and draws circles, you're a whimpering mess. He laughs taking your tits in his massive hands, and latches his mouth one of them, swirling his tongue around your nipple, then he switches to the other one.

"Fuck Muzan,” you cry, and he bites down on one of your nipples causing you to scream.

"Wrong name, slut," but you can't hurl a sassy remake back, for the coil in you snaps,  causing your legs to shake and you to clamp around the mouth as your orgasm crashes through you.

"Daddy," you whimper, "again."

Once again, he laughs, "you don't get to tell me what to do, I'll do to you what I want. And you're just going to have to take whatever it is I give you."

Suddenly, he’s manhandling so you’re pinned to the table with your front side facing the table, he adjusts your stance your legs so their stretched wide. He grips you neck, pulling you in for a kiss, pulling you against him so your entire backside is pressing against his front side. He pushes your head down. He skims a hand along your ass before bringing it down in a hard slap. You jump, crying at the sting. But you could feel your arousal dripping.

"You think you can be a brat and get away with it?" He says before bringing his hand down again. "Think again," he smooths his hand along the sting before bringing it down again. Tears stream down your face, at the burning sensation. It stung. But it felt oh so good. His fingers cup your pussy lips, allowing your wetness to pool in his fingers before bringing them to your mouth and shoving them down your throat. He pulls them out and spanks you again.

"Fuck, Daddy, feels good," you cry.

He just laughs, "of course it does. Because it comes from me. Your pleasure comes from me, remember that before you get smart with me." Then he gets down on his knees behind you, his face inches away from your cunt, he grips your thighs before leaning in and giving you a slow lick. You quiver at the feeling of his hot tongue lazily licking your cunt. He continues this slow torturous pattern, lazy circles. Flicking it up and down. Sucking, biting, energyrhing he did was slow. Driving you on the brink of the edge, you were still sensitive from your previous high. You desperately wiggle yourself against him, trying to get him deeper. But his tentacles stop you from doing so, as they slither like vines around your legs, limiting movement. Like a predator finally going in for the kill, Muzan begins devouring you, body wracks in shivers at the overwhelming pleasure. As You could feel yourself getting closer to your peak, his tongue swiftly pulls out. And you glare at him for denying you of your orgasm.

"Muzan-"

SMACK!

"Still haven't learned to address me properly I see, if you're going to continue doing this bratty routine, then I'll continue denying you of what you really. But if you can be a girl good and be obedient for once, then I'll give you what you want. But you have to be a good girl for me."

"Please, Daddy," you beg, "please let me cum, I'll be a good girl, I promise."

"Really? Or are you just saying so to get what you want?" He slaps your cunt, before sinking two long inside and starts to finger fucking you, your gummy walls clamping. "Fuck, are you really this tight? Has it really been this long since I've fucked you?"

"That's what I've been tried to tell you, but you haven't been listening to me,"

He clamps his free hand around your mouth, as his other one deliciously continues thrusting in and out, "you really need to learn to shut that mouth of yours." You sink your fangs into his hand, causing him to growl, "little bitch," you smirk at the metallic as he lets go of your mouth and slaps your ass again. His fingers still deep inside, never relenting. You could feel your orgasm building again, and you selfishly grind again his fingers.

"Please, Daddy," you pester again him sweetly, with puppy eyes, “let me cum."

"I don’t think so, sweetheart, you’ve been nothing but a brat,” he purrs, “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

You’re practically sobbing at this point as he alternates between slow and fast thrusts, once you’re orgasm would build and you’re walls began to clench, he’d stop and start over. You were shaking at this point, aching with the need to cum. But he was cruel and relentless. But you loved it and this is what you had been wanting when you sought him out. The reason why you misbehaved. You wanted him to treat you like this.

“I don’t know why you have to torture yourself,” he coos in fake sweet voice, “all you have to do is apologize. Apologize , and I’ll give you want you want.”

One of his tentacles curl around your stomach down to your clit and begins sucking on it, and you’re wailing at this point. The pleasure is too much. Too much to bear. Sobs wreck through your body, you’re legs are barely holding you up. No it’s Muzan that’s keeping you from falling apart.

“I- im sorry Daddy,” you blubber, “I’m sorry for being a brat. I just missed you and wanted your attention. I- I was feeling lonely.”

He’s eating this up like a smug bastard, “now that wasn’t so hard was it?”

You’re so so close, but right when you’re about to cum, he pulls out fingers entirely.

“DADDY,” you whine.

“Shut the fuck up,” suddenly your walls are being breached, and his cock is slamming in. No warning, or adjusting, he was selfish with how he took you, cruel-violent. The table was creaking. “Fuck, I’ve missed your pussy so much.”

“Your fault,” you snap, only to earn a slap.

His tentacles shove themselves inside your mouth. Your being impaled by his enormous cock and being gouged by his tentacles. The monster had officially ensnared you in its wrath. Destroying your body as it pleased.

“You really don’t know how to talk to me nicely,” he growls. “But perhaps this was your intention huh? Because you get off on being punished don’t you? You love the pain I give you. All you had to do was wait and be patient, but no, you had to be a selfish little brat.”

Soon he’s releasing into you before you have chance to orgasm yourself, he pulls out of you- his tentacles retracting. Hastily spins around, picks you up so you’re lying against the table, before spreading your legs again, and re-enters you again, making you feel every ridge of his monstrous cock as he split you open, deeply and slowly. Slowly, bringing you to another orgasm. The outlines of his cock could be seen in your stomach, and you moaned at the sight. His hands grip your waist, you’re gripping his arms that are incasing you, your nails digging into his skin. His scarlet orbs never leaving yours as he fucks you.

“You’re being such a good girl now, so quiet and obedient. Look how well you take my cock,” he growls softly, “this pussy is made to take my cock and mine only. Not Douma’s, so I don’t want to hear that bastard’s name come out of your lips again, understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nod tiredly, you could feel yourself slipping into your headspace, as you could feel your walls tightening around his cock again. You knew you were close again, the ache was becoming too much, “you know I love only you. I just was missing you and miss how good you make me feel.”

“I know Princess. And I’m sorry for making you feel forgotten, but I promise I have not. I’ve just been super stressed,” his strokes become slower, deeper, his grunts were becoming more labored you knew he was close too. “This war isn’t going to be easy.“

“I know and I’ve been extra needy - I’m afraid of losing you,” you whisper softly, reaching up with one of your hands to caress his face, loving the way he leans into your touch.

He leans down in between thrusts, capturing your lips in a soft-yet demanding kiss, you moan when his tongue brushes against yours. “You won’t lose me, I promise, my love,” he says in between kisses. “You’ve been so good for me, go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart.”

finally you do, like a big crashing wave, your legs shake as you finally are able to let go, spraying Muzan and he growls in pride.

“That’s it, make a mess for me.”

Not long after he’s releasing into you. Once he’s filled you to brim with his hot seed, he pulls out watching as it gushes out with a satisfied hum. He starts to change back into his human form, but you shake you’re head.

“No stay like this, I love your true demon form.”

“Anything for you, Sweetheart,” then he’s lifting you his arms, and sits down with you in his lap. He settles you so you’re straddling him, and lines his tip with your entrance guiding it through your folds once more. “Now be a good girl and warm my cock for me while I continue my work.”

[jenoslutie]

i saw your requests were open and im really craving jeno filth rn. can i request a blurb of mean/angry jeno wanting to try anal spur of the moment while fucking but theres poor prep. can there be focus on degrading, humiliation, & dacryphilia? i saw on your requests that you write some hard kinks so hopefully this works (if not, ignore me). thank you!

pairing: jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut

wc: 1501

warnings: degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, anal (with little to no prep), mentions of haechan, angry jeno.

a/n: thank u anon!! im so sorry im replying so late i've been suffering with severe lack of motivation but thank u to @jenomov for motivating me to write this luv u bb!!

Ever since you and Jeno got home earlier, hes been upset and he won't tell you why. All you remember was being at a little get together with him and his friends and midway during the night he took you by the hand and told you that you guys would be leaving. The whole car ride was silent and you honestly don't have a clue what could be wrong with him. You'd assume one of his friends may have said something that pissed him off but if that did happen he would've mentioned it to you. All your attempts of trying to ask him have been pushed away with him either ignoring you or simply telling you to not worry about it.

"Jeno?" You walked into your shared bedroom after washing up where he was at his desk playing video games, already having changed into a pair of grey shorts and a white t-shirt. "Can you talk to me? what's wrong?" and much like the other times, he ignored you once again. Being fed up with his silent treatment, you went up to where he sat at his desk and took his headphones off his head, placing them on his desk and turning the chair around so he'd finally look at you for the first time since you'd gotten home today.

"Jeno, talk to me please, what's wrong? I don't know what I did and it's making me feel like shit knowing that I upset you and I don't even know what I did" Jeno groans, not amused that you reminded him of it again. "You know what, fine I'll fill you in." He sat you down on the floor in front of him and his voice was awfully calm which was a stark contrast to his demeanour from less than a minute ago. He tucks your hair behind your ear and ran his hands through your hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling it roughly, making you wince.

"I was looking for you the whole time today but where did I end up finding you? Sitting outside with Haechan. You know how he feels about you yet you still entertained it like some attention whore." He sneered as he says this and tugs on your hair harder.

Now you remember.

Jeno seemed to be occupied with his friends so you and Haechan decided to go and get some drinks from the kitchen before sitting outside and people watching. There was barely any dialogue exchanged other than some random comments the both of you made when you saw someone doing something funny.

So you tell Jeno that.

"You know, if you really want to slut yourself out to Haechan while your boyfriend is busy with his friends then go ahead. But for now, come on, strip" Jeno was seeing red at this point. He was already upset that you ditched him and when he finally did find you, he found you hidden away with his friend who's had feelings for you since time. What added on to his anger was you were wearing this skin tight black romper with no bra underneath so everyone could clearly see every curve of your body and your very hard nipples.

He watched you as you got rid of that stupid romper that made you look even sexier than you already were. "come on, take off those panties too, sluts like you don't need those. I'm surprised you even wore any in the first place." you complied with a slight frown, the situation was so arousing to you right now but you couldn't show him just how much it was affecting you. Jeno hummed as your naked body stood before him, his fingers finding their way to your nipples to toy with them before bringing his mouth to one and flicking his tongue over it making you moan softly. However that didn't last long until Jeno got off his chair and sat you on it instead. You brought your hand down to your sopping wet cunt and realized your wetness was dripping down onto his chair. You knew Jeno wouldn't be happy about it considering his mood right now so you chose not to even mention anything about it until he'd notice himself. Which clearly didn't last long because when Jeno looked down to where your hand was, he saw the mess that was made on his new gaming chair.

"What the fuck is this hmm?" Jeno raised his eyebrows at you making you close your legs and look down in shame. "You know, I was thinking of letting you off easy but I don't think you deserve it today. Get on your knees and clean up your mess." You whimpered at his degradation. As harsh as his words may get, you know he doesn't mean it at the end of the day. So you obeyed his command and fell to your knees and lapped up your arousal from his chair, leaving an arguably bigger mess but you know Jeno never really minded in the first place.

"Good girl. Get on the bed baby" You followed all his commands with no hesitation. Making your way over to the bed with him trailing behind you. He sat you on the bed before getting rid of his shorts and shirt. Immediately, you knew what that meant so you got right to work, licking at his tip before taking his length in your mouth. Sucking him off like you know he likes. Making a mix of his groans and the sound of you gagging from his length hitting the back of your throat fill the room.

He pulled you off him before he was able to reach the edge. "Get on your hands and knees." And you obeyed, arching your back the way he likes it. What you didnt expect was to feel his cock circling your rim. it's not your first time doing this with him but there was barely any prep or foreplay to prepare you for this. "Jeno? I dont think I'm prepped enough for anal right now..." you trailed off to which he slapped your ass in response. "You can take it I know you can, It'll feel good I promise" Dropping down a glob of spit to 'lubricate' your hole before he slid in just his tip around your hole, hips stuttering from the feeling of your hole squeezing him in. The pain was too much making your eyes well up "Jeno fuck..it hurts so much" And as if to make it better, he dropped another glob of spit on your hole to make the stretch more bearable (it didnt help much). When he finally bottomed out in your ass he let out a loud groan which you could almost feel from the way his cock twitched inside you. Your cheeks were stained with tears as you fought the urge to beg him to at least use some lube but the thought quickly went to the back of your head when he started pounding into your ass while rubbing at your clit.

"Jeno fuck" you sniffled and you didnt expect Jeno to fucking whimper at your tone. "Fuck baby are you crying?" He chuckled softly, flipping you onto your back to observe your messy tear stained face.

"You're so fucking pretty when you cry baby it makes me wanna ruin you more often. You like when I fuck you hard like this?" You nod and soon the pain is mixed with pleasure when he rubs at your clit harder and your arousal trails down to where his cock is pounding into you.

"Gonna cum Jeno feels so good" Jeno knew you were close from the way you tightened up around him and your legs shook around his waist. "Cum baby. show me that pretty teary face when you cum." And you did. Your orgasm hit you so hard that you sob even harder, your face a mix of tears and drool that made Jeno's high to follow right behind yours. He buried his cock all the way inside you and you feel the hot white ropes of cum filling you up.

Jeno slowly pulled out and collapsed next to you, wiping the tears off your face. "You're so good to me baby sorry if I was too rough today." You shook your head with a smile, not trusting your voice to do you any justice in the moment. Jeno returned the smile and gave you a soft kiss to your forehead.

"And just so you know, I'm not mad about the Haechan thing anymore. It was a stupid thing to get mad about I'm sorry" You smiled at the man before you. Jeno less than 10 minutes ago was nothing compared to the Jeno you were seeing right now.

"It's okay, I love you and only you okay?" He hummed with a smile, giving you another kiss to your forehead before he went off to get something to clean you up with.

[athenaluciscaelum]

Pairing:DMC5 Dante x Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 3134 word

Warning: unprotected sex, nsfw, talk of marriage

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Disclaimer

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My Beautiful Bride

Summary: You and Dante have been dating for the longest time. Surprisingly, it was not you who wanted marriage, but Dante.

You and Dante had been dating for quite a while, it's been more than two years now, since you first met, and about 18 months of dating. You still remember the day you met him in the library, and you acted all weird. Later you think to yourself, 'why does it matter? If I was weird, it's not like I might see him again. But you saw him, again and again and again and again. Dante was like a sweet drug that you need in your life. He smiled, people claimed he rarely smiled. But you always saw him smiling and you loved that smile. You swear to yourself this smile is worth everything, and you swear to make him the happiest man, so no matter how hard it gets, nothing will stop you from making this man smile.

You were a little selfish, you wanted him to always smile, yet wishing that if not all, most of those smiles were because of you.

The first time you two decided to get intimate. It took time, not because you didn't crave Dante. You have wanted him since the day you understood he is all you ever wanted...yet you understand this is special, and you wanted nothing in this sacred connection you two shared to be some rushed sex on his desk, or somewhere insignificant.

You wanted it to be special. Dante was on the same page, you were all he ever knew he wanted, but now he needed. It was a soul mate kind of feeling. Though he never believed in one. And he wanted to do everything right. He got clean, got his act together, took jobs which were within his principles but also made money, he even paid attention to making space comfortable for you. All sorts of furniture in your shared bedroom, a bathtub for you, all the little decor you bought for Devil May Cry to make it home. Dante needed this to make a perfect nest for his bride. Bride? Wait. You were not his bride yet, he wanted to do it right with you. And the idea of exchanging vows to be each other. It is a perfect way to show you how much this whole thing means to him.

You both were on the same footing in most things, like the idea of humanity, how important empathy is, the idea of family, etc.

So Dante started planning. He knew he needed the whole crew to get this party started. So he got your ring size with the help of Trish. And also an idea about what sort of jewelry you like and which precious stones. You were in the shopping center with Trish...as you guys strolled around. Trish took you to a jewelry store. You didn't think much of it...just usual shopping... Trish looked at the rings, she spoke in her usual calm voice,"Anything that catches your eye, Y/N." You looked at the display and answered, "yes, this, I think you're a gold kind of girl with yellow Montana sapphire..." Trish nods trying the ring, she spoke composed, "Nice...is this what you like?" You shook your head, "No... I'm more of a platinum kind of girl.... And a ruby in the middle.." Trish raised her eyebrows, "Ruby? Huh?" You blushed, "I don't know, I wanted a red stone in my jewel for long...reminds me of Dante..." Trish smiled, her mission was a success.

Trish and Dante were on a mission. When they reached the agency, you were asleep in the shared bedroom. Dante peaked in and smiled and graced his lips as he saw your pretty sleeping form. He still remembers when he took you to his room to have your first night of intimacy together. Back then, he only had a single bed in his room, you squeezed in with him without complaining, you suggested how it meant you were closer to Dante. He held you throughout the night. He couldn't let his precious angel fall and hurt herself. And soon enough, as he spent more and more nights there, he was quick to buy a king-sized bed. You comfort was his priority. He couldn't give you all the luxury in the world, he think you absolutely deserved it. It's not like you ever complained about trivial materialistic things. But he made sure to give you all he could.

Dante went downstairs, Trish was sitting on the desk... He looked at her, "Soo?" Trish looked up at him from a magazine, "She likes platinum with ruby and I marked some design she liked in this magazine with her ring size above." Dante grinned, "Jackpot! I will ask Morrison to get me in touch with a jeweler..."

Trish smirked, "you're planning to spend a fortune on this...huh?" Dante nodded, "Best for my girl!" Trish let out a small chuckle..." So when you're proposing..." And for the first time, Trish saw Dante nervous... Trish sighed, "You ever asked her about her views on marriage or getting married." Dante was a mess, running fingers through his hair..." Not exactly..."

Trish patted his shoulder as she got ready to leave the agency, "You will figure this out." Dante sighed, sitting on his chair, his feet propped on his desk, looking at the picture of Eva on the desk, "You would have loved her.....she is not perfect, yet she is everything right in my life. A new beginning, right, mom?" Dante smiled to himself and got up to shower. He put on his sweatpants as he walked into the room drying his hair. You were sleeping, but as soon as his heavy body got deposited beside you to dip in the bed, you smiled and turned to look at him sleepy, "there is a handsome devil in my bed, I should call a devil hunter." Dante wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you flushed against his body making you giggle, you were already nuzzling his silver chest hair, you lip softly feeling his skin... Dante let out a sigh of satisfaction, "At your service...and I give discounts to beautiful babes…" He smirked as you laughed, looking up into his icy blue eyes. The room was dark and only moonlight poured in. Dante was a handsome man and this moonlit room only made him more handsome, if it was possible... you touched his cheek, your thumb softly caressing his face, he closed his eyes. You pulled yourself up a little to place soft kisses against his lips, he snaked his arms around your waist, tightening his grip to deepen the kiss, he licked your bottom lip, and you complied, as you opened your lips for his demanding tongue to come in and explore your mouth.You followed his lead. He shifted you carefully without breaking the kiss..he was above you now. He made sure his weight was not directly on you, you were so small compared to him, he wouldn't risk crushing you. You cupped his face and kissed him again and again. As his hand worked the delicate strings that were keeping your night dress tied behind your neck. Dante pulled it and started to pull the dress down, exposing your chest. He was greeted by the sight of your pretty breasts, he groaned. His hand was flat on them, feeling them taking a nipple between his index finger and thumb to squeeze it. you moaned in the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss with a string of saliva attached and lowered his head a bit, both his hands kneading your breasts. He loved how they were perfect in his hands, not small or big, just perfect, made for him. He left a trail of kisses from near your mouth to your jaw line to your neck. Now kisses turn into sucking, enough to leave marks, while sucking turned into little bites, as he trailed down from your neck to your breast. His hand feeling your curves from down the waist, stomach to your hips... keeping you firm and grounded on the mattress. He licked one of your areoles with his tongue flat, the tip of his tongue assaulting your nipple, your fingers in his soft silver hair. You moaned, as he sucked on your nipple...it was torture how good he made you feel, your core throbbing. Yet his hands keep your hip grounded on the mattress, you were flustered, he always knew how to rile you up. You let out a whine, he smirked against your nipple and let it go with a pop. He gave the same treatment to your other nipple. You tried to move your hip up for much-needed contact, but his grip was firm, he pulled up to look at your needy face, caressing your cheek with the back of his finger, "my precious angel, you're so needy..." Your eyes were full of desire, and you let out a whine, "you're such a tease..." Dante chuckled, "C'mon, babe, I just enjoy your needy face, now tell me what you want." You closed your eyes as he pulled down your dress to take it off and spread your legs, starting to rub a finger along your slit through your panties... Dante smiled, "I love your sweet noises."

Dante pressed his forehead against yours as he took off your wet panties and threw them, who knows where? His thick finger. He slid up and down your folds.....and then inserting it in as you were slick and ready, you moaned as he slowly put his middle finger in your throbbing core, he smiled, "your pussy is practically crying for me baby..." You nodded moaning, "love you so much, Dante..." Dante sighed as he kissed your lips with unadulterated love, "And I love you princess." Dante start to drag his finger in and out building up pace and making you comfortable to put second finger in..he was patients and curled his finger in as he reached your familiar spot. He was caressing your spot, making you see starts and knots in your stomach snap...as you came, he dragged his finger in and out slowly to drag out your orgasm...you were a sweaty, panting mess, hair stuck to your forehead. Dante is proud of the beautiful renaissance painting he made of you. As you were collecting yourself, Dante positioned himself between your legs, taking his sweats off, his thick and veiny cock sprung out, leaking pre-cum. Dante was big, but by now, you have got used to it. He knew how to make it all comfortable and you trusted him. He grabbed your calves, your feet on each of his shoulders. Kissing, sucking and biting the inside of your legs and thighs to litter them with his marks, same as he did to your upper body. You were sleepy and gripped onto the pillow above your head, your eyes were so beautiful, glistening, and he wanted nothing more than to get lost in them. You smiled tired, "sleep is winning." Dante pumped his cock and rubbed it against your folds to gather slick, your thighs stained from your last orgasm, Dante groaned, "Don't worry, I will leave you satisfied, and then you will be set free." You laughed but soon, he pushed himself balls deep, his eyes squeezed shut...air knocked out of your lungs as you gasped. Dante stood still cherishing how perfect your pussy felt. No matter how many times he has had you, he will never be satiated enough. He gritted his teeth and started to move, slow and deep...it was all sweet and passionate. You were sleepy, but how can you sleep when the love of your life was balls deep in you...you smiled, eyelids closing yet refusing to fall asleep..."so good... Dante...so good...." Dante picked up his pace and thrusted in and out, but not rough or fast, he wanted to feel you tonight. He will savor you. Dante snapped his hip, wet noises filled the room. He puts down your legs and lets them wrap around his waist...he leans down to entangle his fingers with yours, holding them above your head, and kiss you deeply. As he moves slowly and deep, hitting all the right spots. You came again, this time with no warning. His eyes closed as he nuzzled your face. He loved how you came around his cock, "I'm close, babe, one more for me, together?" You nodded drunk on his cock and sleepy, you were overstimulated by and aching a bit "anything for you..." With few more thrusts of his added with him cupping your face with one hand and his thumb rubbing your clit with another. You both came together. His hot cum filling your pussy, he collapsed on top of you, so satisfied. You were both sweaty and tangled, you held his face against your chest, as he nuzzled it. You softly swept his hair sticking on his forehead... He smiled and pulled out. Your pussy dripping with his and your combined fluid, making the demon inside him crave for more...you shook your head nervously, and he smiled, burying your little form against his big furnace-like body. He chuckled, "It's okay...your no is a no...my angel..." You smiled and felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

The next day, you and Trish were in the office sitting on a couch talking. You both have a curiosity about knowledge, somehow the topic of marriage came and it's technicalities. You were trying to make a comment on how marriage is, in a way no guarantee, unlike what is believed, it was seen as a safety net throughout history or said to be a safety net for women throughout history, when men benefited more out of it. It was by no means a comment on Dante, or your idea of your own life, but a general statement on how it goes with majority, in your mind, you and Dante were special. You made a hypothetical statement, "I mean think Trish. What if Dante and I were to get married? What is even the point? About the legality of it, or even church. It's not like any court or religious authority can hold him to the sanctity of marriage." Trish was shocked and quiet. You didn't understand it and smiled, "What?" You turned around to see Dante, who looked visibly hurt....but quickly tried to mask it with a smile. He grinned, "Hey babe," you stumbled on your words, "H-H-Hey, love, I-I-I-I just want to clear....." Dante laughed to cut you off in the middle, and spoke calmly, "Can we do this later, babe. I'm really missing some strawberry sundae, I'm off to Freddy's..." You were a mess and tried to grab his shoulder, "Let me come...." Your eyes pleading with him. Dante looked away keeping a fake grin, "Aren't you busy with Trish? Keep her company, I don't want to interrupt you ladies."

Dante walked off quickly, as he was away from the agency, he just walked mindlessly, his hand in his coat pocket feeling the ring. He went to his mother's grave before, his way of getting her blessings. He looked up at the sky and thought, 'What an idiot I am. Of course, why will she settle for me? Sooner or later, I always knew she would know what an idiot I am. I should cherish her, as long as she will let me have her.'

You were back at the Devil May Cry agency, but as hours passed by and Dante didn't come back, you went out. Freddy told you Dante never came. Lady didn't know, neither Morrison, nor Nero. You were so worried, you could always recognize his fake smile. You just wanted to cry, what an idiot you were, you should have never said it, even hypothetically. You have to find him and explain this to him, you can't bare the thought of losing him. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound drumming in your ears as you ran to one place Dante would be.

You walked to the lake in the forest, moonlight glowing on it. It was a little place you both found and a secret you two share. You sat beside Dante, sitting near the lake. You wrapped your hands around his arm and put your face on his shoulder. You spoke in a small nervous voice, "Hey..." Dante sighed, "Hey." Your hands cupped his face, "I love you, I didn't mean it that way." Dante chuckled sadly, "yeah....." You wanted to explain it, "Dante...." You were blank. Dante looked at you, "You should find someone better than waste your time on me." You were shocked, hurt and eyes wide, "Dante! How can you say this!? I love you! There is no one else! Nor ever will be!" Dante looked at his reflection in the lake. He hated seeing his reflection, "I always mess up, you're right. Nothing can hold me to sanctity of marriage." Your face showed pain and guilt for making him go through this, "We all mess up, like I did today, it's only human, but we got each other..." You held Dante's hand in yours, taking off his glove, bringing his hand to your face, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles. Dante said nothing, you sighed, summoning all courage, your head pressed against his, "nothing can hold you to the sanctity of marriage, no power, except our love. And I dream of the day when I will exchange vows with you. Marriage or no marriage. I am not leaving your side." Dante melted, the word took his breath away. He kissed your lips softly, and you kissed him back .....you pulled away and smiled, looking into his beautiful icy blue eyes, caressing his face. "Let's go back home...." You stood up and dusted your dress, as you turned around, Dante was on one knee with a ring in his gloved hand. Dante spoke, clearing his throat, "Miss Y/N L/N, will you marry me?" You were ecstatic, this was perfect. The forest, lake, moonlight and Dante, you nodded and threw yourself in his arms. You kissed him deeply as he twirled you and slipped a beautiful platinum ring with a ruby on your delicate finger...you smiled, laughed, you were red, you were a flustered mess. Your stomach felt thousands of butterflies, you were trembling from happiness. You can't contain your smile, your legs feel wobbly. Dante picked you up bridal style, "My bride! My beautiful bride!"

You swear you could hear Dante's demon and see it's flash, only making you happier. "My handsome devil..."

Next day, you both visited Eva's grave together. Dante smiled, "She said yes, mom." You smiled, "Thank you for raising a kind and thoughtful man."

Tag: @marshmallows-and-champagne

[drwstarkeyy]

01. white dress

JJ Maybank x Reader

Series Masterlist here

Can also be found on wattpad as JJ x Oc here

Series warnings; abuse, smut, underage drinking/smoking, alcohol, drugs, jj is a dick so is Rafe, death, eating disorder (only a little)

"THE club sandwich, please." JJ wrote down the order on his notepad.

"Honey, what about a salad?" Y/n frowned at her mother. Camila Torres was one special lady.

"I'm not craving a salad, mom." She looked down to her hands, that were placed on her lap. Going against her mother was never easy, she always won.

"But midsummer is coming up, you need to think about what you eat." It is not the first time she had mentioned it. Her mother had already bought the dress. It took a whole day and a lot of wine, but finally Rose and Camila had decided what Y/n and Rafe should wear, she would be furious if Y/n could not fit in it.

"Midsummers is six months away." The girl spoke quietly. Fidgeting with the Chanel bracelet Rafe had gifted her.

"She'll have a caesar salad. I'll have the same." JJ scratched out the 'club sandwich' and added two salads. This was more common then you would think, and JJ learned it is best to just do as you are told.

"Coming right up, ma'am." The blond said before disappearing inside.

"Maybe you would like to join me for pilates this afternoon. You'd be amazed how fun it is." Her mom have always asked her to join, but Y/n did not see much fun in hanging out with women who had a midlife crisis, talking about how hot the guy who works for them are.

"Can't, Rafe said he would take me out." Truthfully he was, and for once she was glad she did not have to make up an excuse.

"Oh, how lovely. I can't remember the last time I had a date. You're so lucky to have him." She knew that already, and somehow it made her feel guilty, like she did not deserve him.

"And how is tennis going? All good I hope." Tennis. A sport she hated, but did it to please her mother.

"It's going good. My coach says I have the potential of getting an athletic scholarship." It was true. Although she hated the sport, she had played it for so long, and was really good at it.

"That's great, honey. Although you won't need it." Before Y/n could respond, the same blond walked up to the table, placing the food down. Muttering a quiet 'enjoy your meal', before he left.

Taking a sip out of the lemon water her mother had ordered for her, she plucked up the courage to question her. "Why?"

Taking a bite before she responded, her mother chuckled. "Well, you're going to studying law, like me. That athlete thing is only temporary. Besides it would be a surprise to even see you working after school, dating Rafe and all."

Y/n picked her fork up, moving the food around with it. This doesn't look appetizing at all right now. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's nothing bad, honey. I just mean that Rafe is a very hard working man. Soon he will inherit his father's company, and have a busy life. You guys would need someone to take care of your children, I just think it would be a good option for you to be at home. You've always loved kids, and cooking, it is perfect." Y/n felt like she would throw up. To some that life might seem as the perfect one, but to her it felt claustrophobic. She would feel trapped.

The girl picked up the napkin that was in her lap, before standing up. "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." She didn't even care for her mother's response, before she turned and headed inside.

THREE MORE HOURS then JJ's shift was over. Three more hours of spending time with ignorant kooks. Three more hours of torture.

As he picked plates from an abandoned table, he look up to meet Camila Torres eyes, who waved him over. He noticed the other girl was not there, and her food was untouched, but he would be lying if he said he cared.

"One more glass of red, thanks." JJ nodded at the request, walking away towards the kitchen. Dropping the dirty plates he was caring into the sink, before he made his way towards the bar. Picking up a serving plate, although it was only one drink, a drink he could easily just hold in his hand, his boss had given him hell about it before, 'it doesn't look good'. JJ thought that was weird, because it looks worse with just one drink on the service plate. When he finally had the glass with red wine, he made his way over to the lady.

He did not get far though, because just seconds later Y/n emerged from the bathroom, crashing into him. JJ cringed at the red beverage, that was now covering the girl's white summer dress.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." At least she had the decency to acknowledge it was her fault. Luckily, the glass had fallen on the service plate, so he wouldn't have to pick up broken glass. Feeling is boss starting at him, he quickly got into service mode.

"No, no, it's my fault, really. I apologize." The blond moved quickly to get some napkins, although he knew it would not help. As she received the napkins she looked up at him. JJ would lie if he said she wasn't attractive, she was drop dead gorgeous, but he already decided she was horrible, and her dating Rafe just proved it.

"Thank you." She sweetly thanked him. JJ took the wet napkins, and placed them next to the empty glass.

JJ leaned down a bit, not being able to resist. "Good thing daddy's money can buy you a new dress." Y/n looked up at him, a frown on her face. "Besides, white isn't your color, anyways."

"Asshole." The girl muttered, before making her way back towards her mother.

As JJ went and filled another glass with red wine, she sat down in front of her mother.

"You need to look where you are going, honey." He bit down a smile at her mother's words. Placing down the red wine in front of her. Not one single 'thank you' or even a glance was spared at him. Spoiled fuckers.

RAFE CAMERON was anything but happy when he picked the girl up, later that evening.

"You're telling me that fucker ruined your dress?" His fists clenched around the steering wheel.

"No. I'm saying I ruined it by accidentally bumping into him. He was just an asshole about it though. Saying, and I quote, 'daddy's money can buy you a new dress'. Trying to make me feel guilty or something for being born with money." Yes, Y/n ranted a lot to Rafe. It was not like he minded though, although more then half of her little rant sessions, he could not even remember.

"I told you he was a dick, babe." Rafe's right hand landed on her thigh, his left one still on the steering wheel.

"Anyways, where are you taking me?" Date night with Rafe was always a surprise.

"Topper's throwing a party. Have to make an appearance." She just nodded. Rafe was hard to figure out sometimes, and one of the things Y/n never understood was the lack of information he gave out. She just knew he was taking her somewhere, and that means everything between the fanciest restaurant in Chapel Hill, or a party. Luckily she had gotten pretty good at choosing outfits. A simple black dress did the work just fine. Usually Rafe would have been telling her to change, since it was low cut and short, but during kook parties, he loved showing her off. Like a trophy.

THE HOUSE was crowded. It was unusual for Topper to invite pogues, and knowing him he probably didn't. Yet everyone was too drunk to give a shit. The smell of alcohol and sweat, mixed with the lack of fresh air, was something the brunette was used to now. Every week, there were at least one party Rafe dragged her to.

Pouring a new drink into the red solo cup, Y/n felt someone's presence next to her.

"Told you white isn't your color. Black looks so much better." JJ Maybank had a talent for showing up where he wasn't wanted. Without even looking at him, she walked away, rejoining Rafe, who pulled her down to his lap.

Her face frowned as she spotted the white lines on the coffee table. Annoyed by the situation she decided to leave.

"Where you going?" Even though Rafe was high, he wouldn't let her wander around the house alone.

"Bathroom." She saw as he sniffed a new line, and without waiting for his response, she walked away.

Seeing the long line to the bathroom, made her realize she didn't need to pee that badly. But she didn't want to go back to Rafe, not right now. So she headed outside for some fresh air. Even though it was warm during the day, the February air made it chilly during the night.

She could still hear The Nights by Avicii blasting, followed by people screaming the lyrics.

"Finally ditched your bodyguard?" There it was again, that annoying voice that belonged to JJ. Y/n chose to just ignore him, maybe he'd go away, but it seemed like he had made her his personal target, ever since the wine incident.

She saw a sudden light in the corner of her eye, turning her head towards the blond, she found him with a lit joint between his lips. Meeting her eyes, he removed the joint from his lips, and held it out towards her.

"I don't smoke." She simply said. An answer that made JJ let out a chuckle.

"Of course you don't." Her eyebrows pulled together as she looked at him.

"Little miss perfect, right?" She didn't know why that nickname annoyed her so much, but it did.

"Why do you even bother talking to me?" She finally questioned, ignoring his statement.

"Not sure. Maybe because seeing a frown on your face, makes me happy." He spoke simply, taking another drag of his joint.

"You know that's kinda psychotic, right? Wishing pain on others." She didn't know why she even bothered talking to him, yet she continued.

"I didn't say I wish you were in pain. I just like seeing that stick up your ass disappear." He chuckled coldly. "Plus, I know you want approval from everyone, and won't be able to stand the thought that someone out in this world hates you."

"You hate me?" Her question was real, and JJ couldn't understand how dumb she was. She is a rich kook, of course people hated her.

"Damn right I do." He answered blankly.

"How can you hate me? You don't even know me." She hated that he was right, approval meant everything to her.

"I know enough." He moved closer, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. "Little miss perfect. Virgin, straight A's." He leaned down to her ear. "A spoiled fucking brat." She pushed him away, her hands hitting his chest. A grin covered his face, this was exactly the reaction he was looking for. Without a word she left the blond boy for the second time that night.

[milkiematcha]

jealous mark leaving bruises on your thighs, eating you out for hours after you flirt with others in front of him -🐡

yess this so much<33

+mean!mark, lowkey toxic, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it yall), wall sex

when you had first met mark, you'd been told he was nice.

such little information to start off such a large part of your life. but it was true, he was nice. he was he boyfriend who always had a hair tie on his wrist for you and let you keep his sweater- so many times that he'd had to buy more. after your first date, he'd remembered your coffee order, which was such a small gesture but it just confirmed everything you'd heard. he was nice.

but you never really settled for nice.

well, you did. you'd been dating him for nearly a year now, and there's no way you'd trade him for any other guy. but you did always crave a bit more.

and you weren't stupid. you'd seen the way his jaw clenches when jaemin makes a joke you giggle at, or when donghyuck wrapped his arm around your shoulder and quipped stealing you from mark. no, you definitely weren't stupid enough to miss the way he dragged you home, barely making it through the front door without pushing you against the wall and kissing you feverishly.

so you pushed him.

it was so simple, with him being so easy to read. you'd brushed him off to go study with renjun, or came back from a run with jeno in those yoga pants he loved so much. and when donghyuck had sent you a text about a new bar opening not too far away, you'd left it open on your phone, right in front of mark.

and of course, his jaw had clenched and he'd looked between you and the phone, tapping his fingers as if that was going to help him calm down.

"can i come?"

you'd pretended not to hear him, pulling your hair up and furrowing your brows until he'd asked again, this time with an edge in his voice. and you'd cheerily said yes, asking him to pick between a velvety navy dress and a red one, to which he had immediately gone for the blue one.

"donghyuck likes this one best too!" you giggled, turning to pick out a pair of heels. "he says this is his favorite pair of heels to go with it."

donghyuck had said nothing of the sort. in fact, he'd expressly told you that you sucked at walking in heels, and had strutted back and forth half-drunk the last time you'd worn them. but the effect on mark was instantaneous and ideal.

"i'm starting to think you're dating donghyuck." he was obviously trying for a joking tone, but the words came out raspy and deeper than normal. "i thought my opinion was most important."

"aww babe..." you coo, walking over to face him, fingers running over his shoulder to fix the wrinkle he hadn't bothered to notice. "know your place."

you were halfway surprised he hadn't just pulled you into bed then, but some 20 minutes later you'd managed to make it into the booth donghyuck had reserved, sipping at a sweet cocktail that tasted like a mix of pineapple and vodka that hyuck had shoved in front of you, demanding you try it.

mark had not seemed amused.

but you had, and you'd proceeded to take it from him and claim it as your own. hyuck had left, mumbling something about buying more drinks and getting fries.

"what in the world made you so upset?" you whine, sliding into the seat next to mark and tugging at his cheek. "don't tell me you wanted to try the drink."

his eyes roll and he moves away from you, scrunching his nose like a child. "i don't want donghyuck's nasty ass drink."

"this is why i like him more than you." you quip, mirroring his expression. "hyuck is fun and you-"

the drink is pulled from your hands and downed before you can realize what had happened. the whole drink, even the bright red cherry that you'd been saving for last. you'd protest, but jaemin is already sliding next to you, jeno right behind him.

jaemin is already talking, something about how jeno had burned a hand towel while cooking, and you're distracted for just a moment, just enough time to miss mark's triumphant half smile when he puts the glass back on the table. and he doesn't even like pineapple.

somehow, mark's final straw is when donghyuck returns to the table, balancing a 5 different drinks in his arms. three of the cocktails, one topped with a strawberry that he puts in front of jaemin, who rolls his eyes and pulls the strawberry off, pressing it against your lips expectantly. you grin, biting at it as jaemin flashes a middle finger at donghyuck before finally trying the cocktail. the other two drinks, beers, go in front of mark and jaemin, the former downing it all at once at the sight of jaemin feeding you.

donghyuck drops into the seat next to jaemin, pushing your drink in front of you with a roll of his eyes. "honestly, mark, why am i buying drinks for your girl. at this point, she'd might as well just date me."

the speed at which mark stands is shocking. he's away from the table before anyone can move to stop him, and he's downing a drink before at the bar you had even reached him. the empty glass drops from his hand, and the other wraps tightly around your wrist. there's a misty, far off look in his eyes, like he cant really see past whatever emotion is shining in his dark eyes.

"mark are you okay? come sit down" you murmur, tugging your wrist weakly back to you. "donghyuck was just joking, he was just messing around."

he's silent for a moment- which is incredibly unusual for the usually chatty man, but even more unusual because the look in his eyes isn't the normal misty-eyed in-love look that makes your heart flutter. no, there's distain in his eyes, a weird fury that could be directed at you or donghyuck or anyone.

"i'm leaving." he snaps, sliding a twenty dollar bill onto the dark wood of the bar. "you can go home with donghyuck."

"i'm going too!" you protest, struggling a bit to keep up with his long stride. "mark let's talk about thi-"

"shut up." his voice is harsher than usual, and deeper too. it's like his morning voice, but less raspy from sleep and more raspy for pure anger. but it shut you up, just like he knew it would. "you're such a brat. do you need more than one guy? are you a fucking slut?"

no

but your lips stay pressed together. he's not even really talking- it feels more like spitting insults by the way his voice has changed from its normal tone- but his words are still filling your stomach with warmth. he's really angry, his eyes are dark and he's standing like he's a moment away from yelling or something, but he looks really fucking hot like that.

"you are, aren't you? you don't have anything to say for yourself?" he snaps, and you step forward, not quite knowing if you want to calm him down or see what happens when he snaps.

"i'm sorry mark, i-"

"not this time, babe. i don't even think you're smart enough to know what that means." he's stepping towards you, his voice dropping further than you'd known was possible. "sluts only understand one thing, right? getting fucked is the only thing you understand."

yeah he's really fucking hot like this.

he doesn't touch you the whole way home. not once, and he barely manages to look at you. he looks pissed off, his jaw is tight and his eyes are darker than ever. but when the door closes-

"i should make you choke on my dick, but you'd probably get off on that, wouldn't you?" it feels like he's towering over you, your back pressed to the wall. "i think i'll just fuck you right here instead."

his fingers are pressing the hem of your dress up, his other hand closing around your wrist until you get the hint to hold the skirt in place. and then his hand is wandering under your panties, barely giving you a moment to prepare for two of his fingers pressing into you.

"you're already dripping. is it for donghyuck, or is it for me? do you even know the difference?" hes able to find the spot that makes your legs go weak so fast you dont have time to prepare, you knees buckling and your face pressing into his shoulder. "maybe we should both fuck you and find out if you're smart enough to tell."

you should both fuck me and find out

you don't say that, of course. even if you did want to rile him up, you wouldn't be able to say it with the way he's pressing his fingers into you. and then he's not anymore, and your hand almost drops from your skirt to grab him and press him back, but he's already on his knees and oh god-

his tongue is so rough, and so hot, and it's fucking everywhere. on your clit, and then pressing into you, and then it's replaced by his fingers again and he's sucking on your clit and you can't tell if it's pain or pleasure but your legs aren't working properly and the only thing keeping you from sliding down the wall is his hand pressed against your stomach, keeping you in place.

he was normally more careful, more caring, but hes so fucking rough today that the knot in your stomach forms without you even noticing. his tongue is on your clit, still, but its light, not nearly enough pressure to do anything but make you want more. and the contrast with the way his fingers are roughly pressing into you hurts- it feels wrong, but it doesnt stop you from begging for him. he mumbles something, but you just tangle your fingers in his hair.

wrong move.

"hold the fucking dress or i rip it." he snaps, grasping both of your wrists in one hand while he stands. his other hand goes to undo his belt, and you can feel tears welling up and your eyes. "or are you too dumb for that too?"

yes, no, maybe, just please let me cum.

"no" you mumble, returning your hand to your skirt and hiking it up. your thoughts don't dare to leave your lips, you'd never get to cum again if they did. "im not too dumb."

"good girl. now jump."

you're pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped around him and his dick pressing into you just slightly. he's teasing, letting the head of his cock sink into you just to pull out again.

"beg, darling. you have to show me you know how to behave." his voice isn't angry anymore, but the deepness and rasp are still there. he's teasing, he's being mean and he knows it.

"mark please, i wan't you so bad please-" your words are slurred as you try to shift your hips to envelop him properly. "please, i don't want donghyuck i want you."

his hips snap forward the moment hyuck's name leaves your lips. it hurts, but barely and you're already begging for more, the slurred words escaping your lips without you even thinking.

"say his name again, baby, since you want him so bad." he says, his lips on your neck. "be a good girl and say his name for me."

"donghyuck please" you whine, and he's pulling out only to slam back in again. "don't tease anymore, please, donghyuck"

he's slamming into that spot that makes your sight fill with white and you're moaning hyucks name like a slut, like the slut he thinks you are. he's cooing something in your ear and you can barely hear it above the sound of his hips hitting yours, and he's somehow managed to move a hand to your clit, pressing down just hard enough that the pleasure sits right on the line of pain.

"hyuck im so close" you whine, letting your dress drop and your hands dig into his shoulders. "it feels so good"

and then he stops.

"nononono please" your voice is shaky and you might be crying, you can't tell anymore. "hyuck- mark, please no"

"sluts don't get to cum." he says flatly, pulling out of you and letting you stand on shaky legs. "moaning for him like that- let him finish you off."

he steps back, and you stumble towards him, almost tripping with how horribly your legs are shaking. "you didn't cum yet. let me make you cum, mark, please."

"oh baby, i can always jerk off. you can't get off without me, we both know that." he presses a kiss to your forehead, and you're grasping at his arms weakly, but he just pulls your hands off and steps back again. "goodnight, baby. sleep well."

and then he's gone, somewhere up the stairs. you're still standing there when the shower starts, your legs shaking from the memory of his touch. like a slut.

uhm am i back? mayhaps

anyway 🐡 im so sorry if the eating out scene is not nearly as long as requested, i rewrote it like 4 times and i don't think i got it right but i hope its still okay! and im horribly sorry for the long wait time, life was kicking my ass.

[phr3ia]

Love Game (Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 18 : Together (SMUT/LEMON/MATURE - Suguru's Part)]

[Afternoon]

As you walked out of the police station, you spotted Suguru leaning against his sleek black Ducati motorcycle, his arms crossed over his chest. A charming smile played on his lips as he watched you approach.

"Hey, Beautiful." he called out, pushing off from the bike and striding towards you. "Ready for our date?"

Your cheeks flushed at the sight of him, "H-Hi, Suguru." you managed to stammer out, unable to hide your nervousness. "Y-Yes, I'm ready."

He chuckled, closing the distance between you two. "Nervous? Don't be. I promise I won't bite...unless you ask nicely." He winked, making you blush even more.

Suguru found your shyness endearing, and a warm smile spread across his face. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "There's nothing wrong with being a little nervous. It's cute."

He grabbed an extra helmet from his bike and helped you put it on. "There you go." he said, tapping the top of the helmet lightly. "Now you're all set."

Suguru swung his leg over the bike and settled onto the seat. He glanced back at you, and said. "Hop on."

You paused for a moment before climbing onto the bike behind him. As you wrapped your arms around his waist, Suguru stiffened slightly, taken aback by the sudden contact.

"Uh, yeah. Just...hold on tight, okay?" he said, clearing his throat nervously. You could feel him blushing under your touch, which made you smile.

As Suguru revved the engine, he glanced back at you over his shoulder. "So, where to first? Movie or dinner?"

You leaned in closer, speaking loudly over the roar of the motorcycle. "Movie! The next showing starts in thirty minutes!"

Suguru nodded, putting the bike into gear. "Got it!"

As he sped off, you gripped him tighter, laughing excitedly. "This is so much fun!"

He grinned, enjoying the feel of your arms around him. "I'm glad you think so!"

[Cinema]

As the opening credits rolled, you snuggled into your seat, munching on popcorn and sipping your soda. Suguru glanced over at you, smiling at your enthusiasm.

"This is nice." he commented, leaning back in his seat. "I haven't been to the movies in ages."

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Really? Not even with your friends?"

He shook his head. "Not really. Most of my friends are...busy with their own thing. Especially Satoru."

"Well, I'm glad I could introduce you to the joy of cinema once again." you replied, smiling.

As the movie started, you found yourself laughing at the scene, drawing amused glances from Suguru. He found your laughter infectious, and soon enough, he was chuckling along with you.

Halfway through the movie, he reached over and took your hand, giving it a squeeze. "I miss this, you know. Hanging out, having fun. It's been a long time since I've felt this...normal."

You looked up at him, your heart fluttering at his words. "Me too, Suguru. Me too."

He smiled softly, giving your hand another squeeze before turning his attention back to the screen.

As the final credits rolled, Suguru suddenly became aware of the fact that he'd been holding your hand throughout the entire movie. He quickly let go, his cheeks flushing red.

"Oh, uh, sorry about that." he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I didn't mean to...you know, hold your hand for so long."

You looked up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "It's okay, Suguru. I didn't mind." you reassured him, reaching out to take his hand again. He hesitated for a moment before intertwining your fingers once more.

"Really?" he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

You nodded, squeezing his hand. "Really."

He smiled, feeling relieved. "Good. I'm glad."

As you exited the theater, he asked, "So, where do you want to eat? My treat."

You looked up at him, your stomach rumbling audibly. "Actually, I'm kind of craving some gyozas."

Suguru's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Gyozas, huh? I remember you used to love those."

You blushed, looking away. "Yeah, well, old habits die hard, I guess."

He chuckled, steering the motorcycle towards a nearby izakaya. "Lucky for you, I know just the place. Remember the little izakaya we used to frequent back in the day? The one with the amazing gyozas and sake?"

You gasped, "You mean 'Zen Zest'? Oh my god, yes! Let's go there!"

Suguru laughed, pleased with your reaction. "Great minds think alike, Y/N. Great minds think alike."

[Zen Zest]

As you entered 'Zen Zest', the familiar smell of garlic and soy sauce filled your nostrils, bringing back fond memories. The owner, an elderly man named Hiroshi, greeted you both with a wide smile.

"Y/N-chan! Long time no see!" he exclaimed, bowing slightly. "And Suguru-kun, it's been ages! Look at you two, all grown up!"

You both returned the greeting, blushing at the attention. "Hi, Hiroshi-san." you said, smiling shyly.

Hiroshi's eyes twinkled as he looked between the two of you. "So, are you two finally married? How many kids do you have?"

You felt your cheeks grow hot at Hiroshi's questions, and you looked away bashfully.

Suguru cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "I-Its ...complicated."

Hiroshi just chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. "No need to explain. I'm just happy to see you two together again. Now, what can I get for the both of you?"

Suguru relaxed a bit, picking up the menu. "The usual for me, Hiroshi-san. A round of your finest sake, and an order of your famous gyozas."

Hiroshi beamed, writing down the order. "Excellent choice, Suguru-kun! And for you, Y/N-chan?"

You looked up from the menu, smiling. "I'll have the same, please."

As Hiroshi bustled off to prepare your order, Suguru leaned back in his seat, letting out a sigh. "Sorry about that..."

You shook your head, smiling softly. "It's okay, Suguru. I'm just...a little nervous, I guess."

He reached across the table, giving your hand a comforting squeeze. "Don't be. It's just us, remember? No pressure, no expectations."

As you both enjoyed your meal and drinks, the conversation flowed easily between you. You laughed and joked, reminiscing about old times and sharing stories about your lives apart.

As the night wore on, you decided to share a bit more about your current life. "You know, I moved into a new apartment 11 months ago. It's a bit bigger than my old place, so I decided to get a roommate to help split the costs."

Suguru's expression shifted slightly, a hint of concern entering his eyes. "A roommate? That's...interesting. Who is it, if you don't mind me asking?"

You took a sip of your sake, smiling casually. "Oh, it's just a guy I met through a mutual friend." you lied, knowing that you can't tell him anything about Toji.

Suguru's grip tightened around his glass, "A guy? And you two live in separate bedrooms, I hope?"

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden tension. "Y-Yes, of course. Why wouldn't we?"

He let out a sigh of relief, relaxing his grip on the glass. "I'm sorry. It's just...I worry about you. Living alone with a man, especially one you barely know...it's not safe."

You smiled, shaking your head. "Don't worry, Suguru. You know I can handle myself if anything were to happen."

Suguru hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you sure he's never...done anything weird? Or made you uncomfortable?"

You thought about Toji's antics, but quickly dismissed them. "No, nothing like that. We hardly interact. He keeps to himself, and I do the same."

"Okay, just...be careful, alright? If anything happens, promise me you'll tell me." You could clearly see the worry in his eyes.

You sweetly smiled and answered. "I promise."

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As the night went on and bottle after bottle of sake was emptied, you began to feel a warm, fuzzy sensation spreading through your body.

"You know, I...I shouldn't have drunk so much." you slurred as you tried to stand up but stumbled slightly instead. Suguru was quick to catch you, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

"Easy there. Maybe we should call it a night." he suggested, his voice still clear despite the amount he'd consumed.

You chuckled, placing a hand on his chest to steady yourself. "I'm fine, Suguru. Really. I just...feel a little warm, that's all."

He raised an eyebrow, concern etched on his face. "Warm? Are you sure you're not just saying that?"

You shook your head, smiling up at him. "I'm fine. I just...need to cool down a bit."

Suguru hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, but let's get some fresh air first. Come on."

He led you outside, where the cool night breeze hit your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, and let out a content sigh.

"That feels better." you murmured, opening your eyes to find Suguru watching you intently.

As Suguru was about to speak, a young boy, no older than eight, came rushing around the corner. In his haste, he slipped on a wet spot on the pavement and stumbled right into you, dropping his food and sending his full cup of soda flying, soaking your clothes.

"Ah!" you exclaimed, jumping back in surprise. The boy's eyes widened in panic, and he looked up at you with tears threatening to spill over.

"I-I'm so sorry!" he stammered, backing away nervously. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, it's okay." you reassured him, crouching down to his level. "Accidents happen, right? No harm done."

Suguru knelt beside you, offering the boy a warm smile. "Yeah, buddy. It's alright. We've all been there. Why don't you run along and clean up your food? We'll be fine here."

The boy nodded, looking relieved, and hurried off to pick up his scattered food before throwing it in a nearby trashcan. Once he was gone, you stood up, looking down at your stained dress and chuckled.

"Well, that's one way to sober up." you joked, wiping the liquid from your jeans.

Suguru frowned, looking at you. "You're all sticky now. Wanna take a shower."

You looked up at him, surprised. "A shower? But-"

He pointed towards a nearby building. "My hotel is just over there. You can use my bathroom to clean up. Unless you want to go home looking like that..." he trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

You laughed, shaking your head. "No, that's okay. A shower sounds perfect, actually. Thank you, Suguru."

He smiled, offering you his arm as he walked you towards his Ducati "Come on, then. Let's get you cleaned up."

[Hotel]

"Wow, this is...this is amazing, Suguru." you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked outside the large window revealing the sprawling cityscape of Shibuya.

He chuckled, walking over to the closet to grab an extra towel and a shirt. "See. I told you." And then he turned back to you, holding out the items. "Here, these should help. The shirt might be a bit big on you, but it's clean."

"Th-Thank you." you stammered, clutching the towel and shirt to your chest. "I'll, uh, I'll just go take a shower."

Suguru nodded, gesturing towards the door behind you. "Of course. Take your time."

As you stepped into the steaming hot shower, you let out a sigh of relief, the warmth slowly washing away the remnants of the spilled soda on your skin. You took your time washing yourself and as you enjoyed the feeling of being pampered. As you rinsed off, you couldn't help but think about Suguru. About how handsome he looked tonight, and how much he hadn't changed in all these years. Your thoughts drifted back to the nights you spent together, the way his hands would explore your body, the sound of his voice as he whispered your name...

You felt a familiar heat pooling between your legs, and you bit your lip, trying to push the thoughts away.

(Slap!) "What am I doing?! I can't just start fantasizing about him like some lovesick teenager!" you muttered to yourself, rolling your eyes. "Get it together, Y/N! You're acting like a hormonal mess!"

You turned off the water, stepping out of the shower and wrapping the towel around yourself. "Now, let's get dressed and act like a normal human being. None of this silly swooning nonsense, alright?"

You pulled on Suguru's shirt, the fabric swallowing you whole, and gave yourself a stern nod in the mirror. "There. Now I look like a respectable adult!"

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever awaited you outside the bathroom. "Right. Let's go face Suguru and pretend none of this ever happened."

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As you opened the bathroom door, you were greeted with the sight of Suguru standing by the bed, he was already in the process of removing his shirt. Suguru must have heard the door open because he paused, glancing over his shoulder at you. Your eyes widened, taking in his bare chest, and you felt your cheeks growing hot.

"S-Sorry!" you stammered, quickly averting your gaze and turning around. "I-I didn't mean t-"

He chuckled, cutting you off mid-apology.

"Y/N, it's okay. Just look. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

Your blush deepened, remembering the countless times you'd seen him like this - and more. You hesitantly turned back around, peeking at him through your lashes. He was smirking at you, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

"See? Nothing to be embarrassed about." he teased, pulling his shirt off completely and tossing it onto the bed. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your eyes on his face and not let them wander down on his muscular torso.

Suguru stepped closer to you, his presence intimidating yet gentle. Close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Suguru reached up, gently lifting your chin with his fingertips, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Y/N." he murmured, his voice low and husky. "How much do you miss me?"

His thumb brushed against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

You tried to look away, but his grip on your chin tightened, keeping you in place.

"Tell me." he insisted, leaning in closer. "How much do you miss me, Y/N?"

You held his gaze, your eyes searching his for answers. Your silence seemed to unnerve him, and he continued, "Y/N. I don't think I can stick with the process of courting you. Not when every fiber of my being wants to claim you right here, right now."

His voice was ragged, his breathing became heavier as he fought for control. "But I promised myself I would do this right. That I wouldn't rush you, wouldn't scare you off."

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering mere millimeters away from yours. You could feel his breath, hot and shaky, mingling with your own. "So, tell me, Y/N. Tell me to stop. Tell me to wait. Tell me anything, and I will. But if you don't...if you don't say something soon, I won't be able to hold back anymore."

Suguru took a deep, shuddering breath, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I'll count to three. If you don't say anything by then... I can't guarantee what will happen."

"One." he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Two." His hand slid from your chin, tracing down your neck, to your collarbone, until it rested on your hip. "Three." he finished, his voice barely audible.

(Background Music for your sex scene with Suguru -Under The Influence - Japanese Version (Shayne Orok)

Before you could utter a word, his lips crashed onto yours, hungry and desperate. You gasped, taken aback by the sudden intensity, but your surprise quickly melted into desire as you found yourself kissing him back just as fervently.

He pressed you against the wall, his hands tangling in your damp hair as he deepened the kiss. You moaned, your fingers digging into his back, pulling him closer. Suguru growled in response, his hips pressing against yours, trapping you between the wall and his muscular body.

His kisses were demanding, possessive, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

You arched into him, your body aching for more contact, more friction. He groaned, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, then down to your neck, sucking and biting, marking you as his.

"Suguru." you whimpered, your voice barely audible. He responded by capturing your lips once more, his tongue invading your mouth, claiming you utterly and completely.

With a soft groan, Suguru broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. "Let's move this to the bed, shall we?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

He took a step back, his hands sliding down to your waist, lifting you up effortlessly. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist instinctively, clinging to him as he carried you towards the bed.

Gently, he lowered you down onto the mattress, following you down so that his body hovered above yours.

Suguru slowly removed your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin with each movement. You shivered under his touch, your breath hitching as he revealed more of your body.

"God, Y/N." he murmured, his eyes darkening with hunger. "You're so beautiful. More beautiful than I remembered."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then another to the hollow of your throat. You moaned, as your body yearned for more.

"I've missed you so much." he murmured, "I plan to worship every inch of you tonight."

Suguru deftly unhooked your bra, pushing the straps off your shoulders and exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. You blushed, trying to cover yourself, but he gently removed your hands, replacing them with his own.

"Don't hide it from me." he said, his thumb brushing against your hardened nipples. This made you gasped as your back arched off the bed

With that, he leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it hard.

"Suguru!" you cried out, your body writhing beneath him. He growled in response, switching to your other nipple, giving it the same attention. Your moans grew louder, more urgent, filling the room with the sound of your pleasure.

"Shit." he panted, releasing your nipple with a pop. "You're driving me crazy. I need to hear more of those sounds."

Suguru moved lower, his hands trailing down your sides, making you squirm. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing your core to him.

"Look at you, so wet and ready for me." he rasped, his eyes locked onto your pussy. You blushed, trying to close your legs, but Suguru pushed them apart, settling between them. "I want to taste you." he whispered.

Suguru began to explore your folds with his tongue, starting at the bottom and slowly working his way up. You can't help but moan from the sensation, and your hips were bucking involuntarily as he found your clit, flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh god, Suguru." you moaned, gripping his hair tightly. He responded by slipping his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, slow and steady. Your moans grew louder, your body tensing beneath him as he brought you closer to the edge.

When he felt you were close, he inserted his middle finger, curling it upwards to hit that sweet spot inside you. You cried out, your grip on his hair tightening as he continued to lick and finger fuck you simultaneously.

 "Suguru, oh god, yes! Fuck me more, please! I'm so close, I'm almost there!"

Suguru growled in approval, He added another finger, stretching you further as he hit your G-spot repeatedly while his tongue flicked against your clit.

"Cum for me." he commanded, his voice muffled against your pussy. "I want you to squirt all over me."

And with that, you felt the pressure build to an unstoppable force. Your body convulsed, and you screamed his name as you came undone, squirting all over his face and fingers. Suguru groaned in surprise and pleasure, lapping up your release greedily, while his fingers still buried deep inside you.

"Fuck....That was so hot." he groaned, licking your juices off his lips.

Without a word, you shoved Suguru down, rolling him onto his back.

You straddled him, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. Suguru looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire and amusement. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss while your hands roamed over his chest.

Suguru moaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your thighs as you grind against him. You break the kiss, as you moved your lips to his neck, where you begin to leave a trail of hickeys, marking him as yours.

He chuckled, as Suguru's hands moved to your ass, squeezing it tightly. "Put as many as you like. I'm yours." he whispered seductively.

You smirked as you went down on him.

Your fingers fumbling slightly as you grasp his belt, tugging it open. You heard Suguru's sharp intake of breath as you move on to his pants, popping the button open before lowering the zipper. You can feel his cock straining against his boxers, twitching with need and excitement.

"May I?" you ask, your voice sultry and inviting.

Suguru nods, his breath hitching in lust. You slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing his throbbing cock.

"Y/N." he warns, his voice strained. "If you keep teasing me like this, I won't be able to control myself."

"Who said anything about controlling yourself?"

You lick your lips, wrapping your hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly. "I want you just like this." you whisper, "Wild and uncontrolled."

You leaned down, flicking your tongue against the tip, tasting the precum that had gathered there.

Without warning, you took him into your mouth, your lips stretching wide to accommodate his size. Suguru's hips jerked off the bed, a loud curse escaping his lips as you took him deep.

"Fuck, Y/N!" he groaned, his hands gripping your hair, guiding you up and down his length. You gagged, tears streaming down your face, but you didn't stop. You wanted to make him lose control, to make him come undone just like he did to you.

You relaxed your throat, taking him deeper.

Suguru's moans grew louder, his grip on your hair became tighter as you sucked his dick harder and faster. You could feel him swelling in your mouth, and his movements were becoming more erratic.

"Y/N, I'm gonna cum." he warned, trying to pull you off him, but you refused to budge. You wanted to taste him, to swallow every drop of him.

With a final thrust, Suguru came, and his hot seed shooting into your mouth. You swallowed it all, your eyes watering as you continued to suck him until he was completely spent.

"Fuck." he panted, his body limp on the bed. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Wait... Have you been with anyone else since us?"

You shook your head, sitting up and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "No, I didn't. There was no one else after you, Suguru."

Suguru's eyes widened in surprise as he caught his breath. "Wait, you never...after us, you never..." he trailed off, looking at you in disbelief.

You crawled back up his body, straddling his hips again. "I just wanted tonight to be memorable for you." you admitted softly, looking into his eyes.

Suguru's expression softened, his hands cupping your face gently. He pulled you down into a tender kiss. And when he finally broke away, he whispered, "Let's make this night unforgettable, then."

Suguru, still catching his breath, suddenly flipped you over, pinning you underneath him. He looked down at you, his eyes burning with renewed desire. You gasped, surprised by his sudden movement, and looked down to find his cock still rock-hard and ready.

"One orgasm is not enough." he growled.

He captured your wrists, holding them above your head as he began to grind against you, his cock rubbing against your clit, making you moan. "I'm going to fuck you now, Y/N. Hard and fast. And you're going to take every inch of me. Is that okay with you?"

You bit your lip, nodding eagerly, your body already aching for more. Suguru lined himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly, letting you feel every inch of his dick. You gasped, your back arching as he filled you completely.

"Fuck!" Suguru hissed, his eyes rolling back as he bottomed out inside you. "You're so fucking tight!"

He started to move, his hips snapping forward, pulling back only to slam into you again. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he set a punishing pace.

"Suguru!" you cried out, your body rocking with each thrust. "Yes, just like that!"

He groaned, and his grip on your wrists tightened as he picked up the pace, the bed creaking loudly beneath you. "You feel too good, Y/N. Too fucking good!"

His hips pistoned in and out, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as you got closer and closer.

"Yes, Suguru! Yes!" you screamed, your body shaking as you teetered on the edge.

"Not yet, Y/N." he growled, slowing down his thrusts, drawing out your pleasure. "Not until I say so."

You whimpered, your body aching for release, but Suguru just smiled cruelly, continuing his torturous pace. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, along with your moans and cries of pleasure.

"Y/N." Suguru grunted, his voice strained. "I want us to cum together. Can you hold out a little longer?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. He released your wrists, his hands moving to your hips, lifting you slightly as he changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur.

"You feel incredible." he moaned, his pace picking up again. "I don't want this to end, but I can't hold back much longer."

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans. His thrusts became more urgent, more demanding, and you could feel your orgasm building again.

"Suguru." you gasped, breaking the kiss. "I'm close. So close."

"Together, Y/N." he panted, his eyes locked onto yours. "We'll cum together."

He reached between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. You cried out, your body tensing as your orgasm washed over you, pulling Suguru along with you.

"Fuck, Y/N!" he groaned, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, filling you with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of you, both of you gasping for breath.

After a moment, he rolled off you, pulling you into his arms. "Don't worry about anything," he murmured, kissing your forehead. "I'll take care of everything. I promise."

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End Of Chapter 18 🥀....

@meowforluv @miizuzu @geniejunn @scorpiosugar

[zarnzarn]

"You used to smile more," Lamb says.

Narinder flicks a ear to dispel the flies and looks out at the fading sun. "I used to have things to smile about."

"Am I not a thing to smile about?" Lamb teases. Narinder huffs and hits them in the arm, rolling his eyes, lips quirking.

"No, not that," Lamb says, an odd note in their voice. Narinder looks over. "These smiles I know. Amused, fond small ones or half-smothered flustered ones, or smug, annoying smirks. But you used to smile big in the Gateway, remember?" They stretch their cheeks with two fingers pointedly. "All teeth!"

Narinder shrugs and turns back to the sky. "Used to."

A few beats pass. Then, in a smaller voice than Narinder has ever heard it, "Do I not make you happy?"

Narinder sighs and closes his eyes. He had guessed where the conversation was going to go, but it didn't make it any easier to navigate. "Lamb..."

"Do you not enjoy my gifts?" They demand. "My compliments, my offerings, my touch? I have tried everything, Narinder, everything. But no matter what I do, not once in three hundred springs have I gotten that same easy smile from you, my one."

"Well, demanding it isn't going to get you one," He snaps back, irritation rising.

"Well then, what is?" Lamb sits up, crossing their arms. "What can I do to make you happy, Narinder?"

"I am happy," Narinder protests.

"Are you?"

Narinder thins his lips. "I am content."

"But you're not happy," Lamb says, raw and miserable, pushing themselves up to look down at him. "I- I understand you didn't like me taking the crown, I know your pride was hurt, I know you don't like being mortal, but how long are you going to sulk over it?"

They've raised their voice by the end of the sentence, face screwed up in repressed anger, cruel in the way they spit out the accusation. Narinder vaguely feels a pang of hurt at their words, but also mostly feels a whole lot of nothing. Mild resignation, maybe.

"I mean, seriously, the other Bishops are in the same place as you, but I'm out here playing knucklebones and ring toss with my murderers, and I'm still stuck at square one with you? What the fuck, Narinder, what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know," He replies honestly. Even thinking about drudging up a smile, a fake one, makes him feel more tired than an entire month's labour ever had.

"Do you want the Red Crown, even now? Is that it? Then, here," Narinder's chest squeezes painfully at the inhale he takes when Lamb aggressively pulls the crown off their head and holds it out. "Take it. It's yours."

Narinder stares at them with wide eyes. Looks to the Crown, which looks just as taken aback as him, at the easy surrender. For a minute, fire itches behind his teeth, craving the familiar force of the Red Crown behind his movements and the joyful annihilation that came with it, the peaceful passing of souls he used to help with.

Then he remembers white, and looks away. Besides, the humiliation of being handed something won off him in fair laws out of pity was too much, even for his tattered dignity. "I do not want the crown, Lamb."

A surprised inhale. "So then what?" Their voice cracks. "What do I need to do to make you smile at me again?"

"Lamb-"

"I used to make you so happy," Lamb's voice breaks with tears. Narinder pushes himself upright in worry, painfully wondering how long they'd been holding this in. "I used to make you grin ear to ear just by being there, I used to make you laugh, you used to like my jokes and my songs and my stories and my antics, and now, even on our wedding renewals your eyes barely crinkle. What can I do, Narinder, to make you love me again?"

The wound in his chest pulses agonizingly. "I do love you, Lamb."

"How, if you're not even happy?" They demand, tears rolling down their face. "I miss you so much, Narinder, every day- because deny it or not, I remember what you were when we met, and I know i only hold a part of you now. I'm asking you again, how do I get the rest of you back?"

"I-" Narinder can't think of anything to say. Can't find the words to fix this, stop the tears.

Lamb's face falls as the silence stretches. They straighten up, out of reach. "I see."

Narinder grimaces and reaches out, missing as the other stands up and takes a step back. "Lamb."

"Never mind, then." They walk away, a hand to their face and shoulders shaking.

"LAMB!" He shouts, but they're already gone. Narinder groans and collapses back onto the grass, a hand over his eyes. He'll have to track them down later now.

How to tell them that he hadn't truly smiled since he'd fought with his siblings, all those centuries ago? That what they had seen was- sickness or madness or something, fuelled by the prospect of finally being free, of revenge, of a vessel he loved always so eager and excited to see him? That being happy was something that sat well on him, but joy had always taken over his mind and body and drove him to smile with too many teeth and burn those around him when it came?

That every time he felt happy enough to smile, all he could think of was the knife in his chest as his siblings clawed out his heart, and the axe in his ribs as the sheep he loved did the same thing again a thousand years later.

How to tell them that the only way he still could was if they weren't next to him to watch?

He knew Lamb would fall to pieces if he admitted that he thinks he could smile, had smiled, with people other than them. Their history had been messy and stained even when they first kissed, even before it had been subjected to the usual strain of a century-long relationship and Narinder had no intention of finding out whether this was the thing that finally did them in.

With a sigh, he lets go of the misery for now, resolving to find words to explain later. No need to borrow from future worries, as they say.

Still. Narinder holds a palm up against the sun, watching his fur turn brown at the edges, warming his bones. Away from others, from all the tumultuous relationships and bitter mistakes and traitorous loved ones, he smiles, properly, at the gentle light, gentle warmth. It was tiring, for the anger and shame to still have such a hold on him, after all these years.

Perhaps it was time to try harder. He had done so many impossible things in his life; how hard could loving without a heart be?

[michelleleewise]

Addicted to You

Pairing: Avenger Loki x shape-shifting female reader

Warnings: all the angst, friends with benefits, y/n catching feels, kinda mean Loki, brief mention of safeword, M/M sex, anal sex (yes, there will be butt stuff, but not in detail), y/n shifts to male form, DomLoki, mildly rough sex, makeup sex, unprotected sex, again nothing too graphic, all the feels.

Summary: you and Loki have been in a "friends with benefits" for a while, but you started wanting more. So you do your best to distance yourself until one night your secret is revealed.....

A/n-i was listening to this song and this came to me and I HAD to get it out!! Lol hope you all enjoy!! Love!! 💚💚💚

You laid on your back, staring at the ceiling when his voice cut through your thoughts "same time next week?" You heard, looking over watching Loki buckle the belt of his pants, arousal pooling between your thighs watching his biceps flex with each movement, the muscles in his strong chest rippling under that perfect skin of his making you clench your thighs together "y/n?" You heard again, your eyes shooting up to his seeing him smile "do you think you will make it that long?" He laughed grabbing his shirt "y...yeah...I'll be fine." You huffed pulling the sheet up covering your chest "are you certain? You look as though you are about to devour me." He laughed again pulling the shirt over his head.

You sighed, looking back to the ceiling "Goodnight Loki." You said closing your eyes. You heard the light rustle of fabric before the bed dipped next to you "y/n, are you..." you cut him off rolling to your side "I'm fine...you better go before someone sees." You rushed out, trying to keep the tremble from your voice when you felt the weight leave the bed. "Very well, goodnight y/n." He whispered. You kept your eyes closed as you heard your door open and close with a quiet click. Turning over you confirmed he was gone, the sudden loneliness threatening to consume you as you got up and headed towards the en suite. You turned on the water, stepping inside you let the hot water flow over you, washing away his touch.

You and Loki had been doing this awhile, "releasing tension" as he phrased it, but if you were honest it was sneaking around, hiding in dark corners, secret rendezvous that no one knew about under the ruse of preparing for missions as he stripped you bare, exposing you to your soul as he happily consumed every part of you...and you let him. You would happily let him drag you to the pits of hell just to feel his touch...his lips exploring every inch of your skin. He was like a drug and you were addicted...you needed him, craved him and you hated yourself for it. You took a deep breath closing your eyes remembering the night a couple of weeks ago at one of Tony's parties when the reality of your situation slapped you in the face.

You sat at the bar, ordering another drink as you watched your secret lover surrounded by a small group of women. "Lady y/n, what are you doing over here?" You heard Thor asked as he took the seat next to you "oh, you know...having fun." You snarked downing your drink as you saw a red headed woman press herself againt Loki. "You should talk with him." Thor said making your eyes shoot to his "I know you like him, you only need tell him." Thor smiled making you laugh "Thor, do you see those women?" You asked watching him turn his head "now you see me?" You asked as he turned back "I'll never measure up to...that." you snarked waving the bartender over. "Y/n, they are vapid, empty vessels...you are so much more then that." He said as you shook your head.

"I'll make you a deal, you go over and talk to him, tell him how you feel and if he is fool enough to turn you down I will never speak of it again." He said making you sigh "and I'll punch him for you." He added making you laugh. "Fine...deal." You said standing up you adjusted your dress taking a deep breath "ok...here goes." You said beginning your walk towards the man you cursed everyday. You knew what was about to happen, but you also knew Thor wouldn't let up so you continued on "maybe he'll actually say yes" you thought as his eyes shot to yours, his body tensing as you came up on him. "H..hey Loki, I was wondering if I could talk to you a sec?" You asked biting your lip seeing him smile "and why would I do that?" He snarked making you fidget.

You shifted on your feet hearing the red head laugh "is she your girlfriend?" She asked as you looked into Loki's eyes "absolutely not...look at her." He said as the small group began laughing. "L..loki, i..." you trailed off watching him wrap his arm around the redhead "hurry up please, I was about to turn in for the night." He smiled looking at her as she giggled "n...nevermind, sorry I bothered you." You said quickly turning and heading back towards the bar, seeing Thor had abandoned you as well you turned back to the dancefloor as Loki's eyes again met yours, grabbing the woman's hand as he led her out towards the hall. You turned back, ordering another drink as you attempted to drown your sorrows. You knew he wasn't yours, you weren't together...but why did it feel like you chest was just ripped open...

You turned off the water, grabbing a towel you walked out to your closet grabbing a pair of shorts and a tank top you got dressed before sitting at your vanity grabbing your brush. You stared at yourself in the mirror, you hair a jumbled mess...as it always was after a tryst with Loki...reaching up you started working out the tangles, the long purple streak poking out as you continued your work. You had always had it as long as you could recall, almost like a birthmark. Smiling remembering Thor and the rest of the team commenting "that's how we always know it's you." Because no matter what shape you took, your purple steak was always there.

You set the brush down turning off the lights as you headed back to bed, climbing in you were overtaken by the sent of Loki that still lingered in the sheets. "Why..." you breathed, feeling a lump in your throat as you rolled over, tears welling in your eyes as your mind finally gave into what your heart decided long ago...you were in love with him...every part of your soul called to him, but you also knew he would never love you in return. "I have to end this." You said to yourself as you pulled the blankets up around you deciding that tomorrow you would put yourself out of your own misery and end the farce with the God.

(Third pov)-

Loki sat in his chair in the library, attempting for the fourth time to read the same paragraph "dammit!" He yelled slamming it shut tossing it on the table. It had been a month since you had told him your "arrangment" was over and his mind continued to reel from the news. It had taken everything in him not to chase after you, fall to his knees and beg you to stay...but he couldn't. He couldn't let anyone find out about you, how he felt about you...it would kill him if something were to happen to you so he did what he did best and kept you at arms length, never allowing you to get close to him. "It was better that way" he had told himself numerous times, but the day you called it off he could see the tears in your eyes despite your efforts, his fingers twitching to cup your cheek, the tiredness in your voice as you told him you couldn't do it anymore making him want to wrap his arms around you and hold you to his chest.

A loud thud sounded from the next room pulling him from his circling thoughts. "What the..." he trailed off getting him up he cracked the door open, seeing a familiar streak of purple as you turned your head looking around. "Shit.." you huffed rubbing your knee looking back down to the end table you apparently ran into. "Keep it down." You scolded the table making Loki smile as you slipped your leather jacket on, leaning over grabbing a gym bag from the floor slinging it over your shoulder. Loki leaned back glancing at the clock seeing it was one in the morning as he turned back to the door, barely able to see you disappear around the corner towards the elevators. "Where are you off to little mouse?" He said stepping out into the room, slowly closing the door behind him he quickly followed after you, stopping at the corner peeking around seeing you shifting back and forth waiting for the elevator.

He leaned back smoothing his shirt as he cleared his throat about to confront you "Loki? What are you doing?" He heard, his head snapping to the side seeing bucky walk out of his room "i...um...you see..." Loki stuttered, looking back around the corner seeing your were gone. Sighing he turned back "I must have been sleepwalking...I'll just head back to my room." Loki said walking past him "thank you for your assistance James." He said patting bucky on the shoulder as he passed. "Uh...no problem." Bucky said running a hand through his hair. Loki made it to his room, quickly shutting the door letting out the breath he was holding. "Why would she be going out so late?" He asked himself as he walked in sitting down on the couch "who is she meeting?" He asked sitting back running a hand through his hair "is she...maybe she is seeing someone." He said closing his eyes "but who goes on a date in the middle of the night?" He said sitting back up.

He needed answers, and you were the only one who could give them to him. He got up turning the lights off before heading to the bedroom, waving his hand he used his seidr to change into his green silk sleep pants as he climbed into bed. "I'll corner her tomorrow, I'll make her tell me." He said confidently as he closed his eyes trying to sleep, his anxiety beginning to rise wondering if you were ok, if you were meeting shady people making him sit back up. "I'll just text her...really quick." He said grabbing his phone from the nightstand.

He unlocked it pulling up the conversation with you, seeing the last message from you was "we need to talk." He sighed, typing a quick "Hello, I just wanted to see how you are doing." Before leaning back against the headboard waiting. What felt like an eternity later a message popped up on his phone, opening it seeing your name "leave me alone Loki." He read, taking a deep breath as he set the phone down. "Well atleast she's ok." He said laying back down he rolled to his side closing his eyes again hoping sleep would find him.

It took Loki three days to finally catch up with you, if he was honest he was impressed by how well you avoided him, until one day there was a team meeting he knew you couldn't get out of. So he sat in the back, glancing at the back of your chair every so often listening to the captain drone on and on about safety procedures when Tony stood up with a smile "ok kids, don't jump off any building or light yourself on fire and stay away from bb guns...meeting ajourned." He said as he walked to the door and everyone stood up. Loki waited patiently for everyone to leave, making his way towards the door when your eyes met his, a sadness in them he hadn't seen before as you quickly looked away grabbing your files you put your head down walking towards the door "y/n, may I have a moment?" He asked seeing your eyes close as you stopped.

"What is it Loki?" You asked still not looking at him. "why haven't you been speaking to me?" He asked as gently as possible as you shook your head "ive been busy, I need to go." You said grabbing the door knob when he put his hand on yours "y/n please, i...I miss you." He said as your eyes shot to his, up close he saw the dark circles hovering just beneath your red puffy eyes making his heart ache "i...we are still friends are we not?" He asked taking a small step forward "Loki...i...." you trailed off looking down again "i...I can't be that for you right now." You whispered gripping the knob tighter "why? I thought..." he was cut off as you yanked your hand back "I just...I can't ok!" You yelled making him jump "i can't be around you right now!" You yelled again clenching your fists "what have I done? Tell me...because our agreement was...that wouldn't ruin our friendship." He said raising his voice.

"Loki, drop it." You growled stepping towards the door "no, I will not!" Loki yelled making you flinch "I want to know what I have done to make you hate me." He said searching your eyes. "I...I don't hate you Loki i..." you looked done squeezing your eyes shut "just...leave me alone ok." You said quickly opening the door before he could say anything else slamming the it behind you. Loki stood staring at the spot you had just occupied, his mind running a mile a minute as he tried to understand what went wrong between you. Clearing his throat he smoothed his shirt down slowly opening the door seeing Thor in the hallway "is everything alright brother? Y/n seemed upset." He asked as Loki walked past him "everything is perfect." He sneered as he made his way to his room. "If she isn't going to talk to me, then I'll follow her." He said to himself as he grabbed a book and sat in his chair, making sure to keep an eye on the clock.

Loki made his way to the common room around the time you left last time. Making sure to cloak himself so you wouldn't see him he patiently waited until he heard footsteps coming down the hall, your head slowly peaking out around the corner "ok good." You whispered as you made your way again towards the elevators, looking over your shoulder constantly as you pushed the button. "Come on." You said shifting back and forth when it dinged, the doors sliding open you ran inside quickly pushing the button to the bottom floor. Loki followed you for what felt like an eternity before coming up on a dimly lit building, neon signs on the outside claiming it to be some sort of bar he watched you run inside, quickly following after you but as he walked in you were nowhere to be seen. "Shit." He muttered as he dropped his seidr.

He looked around seeing everyone in ripped jeans and t-shirts. The smell of cigarette smoke heavy in the packed room. "Where did you go little mouse." He said to himself making his way to the bar "what can I get ya?" The bartender asked tossing a towel over his shoulder "whiskey please." Loki said quickly flicking his wrist he changed onto the appropriate clothing as the bartender brought over a glass and bottle "what is this place?" Loki asked the man as he set a few dollar bills on the bar "just a place where people can let off a little steam." The man said grabbing the money as he walked off when another man walked out onto a stage at the front of the room "Alright everyone, you know what time it is!" The man yelled as everyone began cheering "he's finally made it, so without further ado I give you...Adam!" He yelled as everyone got up and rushed the stage.

Loki sat at the bar as the lights dimmed, a spotlight shining in the middle of the stage seeing a tall red headed man wearing black ripped jeans and combat boots, a dark grey sweatshirt with with an odd design on the front rolled up to his elbows walked out holding a forest green electric guitar "Hey eveyone! Sorry I was late." He said, Loki squinted at the man as he spoke, there was something oddly familiar about him but he couldn't quite place it "this song is dedicated to someone..." he trailed off looking down "just...someone." He said turning to look at the band, Loki's eyes widening seeing a streak of purple in the mans long crimson hair, the shine in his eyes calling to him under the thick layer of black eyeliner "y/n." He whispered slowly standing up. "And one...two...three..." you said grabbing the microphone with both hands.

I'm so addicted to....All the things you do,

When you're going down on me....In between the sheets

Oh, the sounds you make, With every breath you take, It's unlike anything....When you're loving me

Loki looked on speechless as you wrapped your long fingers around the neck of the guitar, your black nail polish reflecting the light as you l pressed your lips back to the microphone.

Ooh, boy, let's take it slow

So as for you, well....you know where to go

I wanna take my love and hate you 'til the end

It felt like a string was attached to him pulling him forward as his feet carried him closer to the stage, mesmerized as your fingers danced along the neck of the guitar.

It's not like you to turn away, From all the bullshit I can't take....It's not like me to walk away

He watched you screw your eyes shut, leaning into the mic as you inhaled deeply.

I'm so addicted to....All the things you do

When you're going down on me, in between the sheets, Oh, the sounds you make

With every breath you take, it's unlike anything

When you're loving me....Yeah

You took a small step back, looking down at your fingers as you strummed your guitar, your long hair curtaining your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down.

And I know when it's getting rough....All the times we spend

Trying to make this love something better than

Just making up again

"Someone..." loki breathed, watching you rock back and forth keeping your eyes closed as you shook your head slightly.

It's not like you to turn away

All the bullshit I can't take

Just when I think I can walk away

Loki watched you spread your legs wide, one foot stomping on the floor to the rhythm of the drums. You were majestic...ethereal like this.

I'm so addicted to, All the things you do

When you're going down on me

In between the sheets...oh, the sounds you make

With every breath you take

It's unlike anything...I'm so addicted to

The things you do....When you're going down on me

Oh, the sounds you make...With every breath you take

It's unlike anything....When you're loving me

Yeah.....When you're loving me

You practically screamed the lyrics, the emotion bleeding through your voice into the mic as you stepped back, taking long strides across the stage, your fingers moving rapidly up and down the arm as you played your solo. When you turned and went back to the mic Loki watched your eyes open, his heart breaking seeing a tear slide down your cheek

How can I make it through

All the things you do

There's just gotta be more to you and me

Your voice wavering at the last word as you put your head down again and backed up Loki could swear he heard a sniffle as you lunged forward your hand slamming down across the strings

I'm so addicted to....All the things you do

When you're going down on me

In between the sheets

Oh, the sounds you make....With every breath you take

It's unlike anything....It's unlike anything

I'm so addicted to....All the things you do

When you're going down on meeeeee

Oh, the sounds you make....With every breath you take

It's unlike anythiiiiiiing......I'm so addicted to you

Addicted to you.....

With a last hard strum you held your arms out putting your head down as the mass of people screamed and hollered. The claps almost deafening making Loki wince as he looked up to you again seeing you smile but it didn't reach your eyes, the black eyeliner you had on running down your cheek "thank you everyone, you've all been amazing!" You yelled pulling the guitar over your head he watched you retreat to the side of the stage. "Let's give it up again for adam!" The announcer yelled as Loki walked towards the stage door seeing a large man blocking the door when a small group of woman ran up "can we see adam?" One asked jumping up and down. Loki felt a pain shoot through his chest, his cheeks heating up at the thought of what you were doing back there, were these strangers better then him...is that why you broke things off, you were getting your fill here...he thought when the man cleared his throat "no visitors tonight ladies, sorry." He said as they whined making Loki smile.

Loki looked up to the stage, seeing where you walked to empty. He closed his eyes concentrating, opening them seeing a small hallway leading to the back. "Now where are you?" He said taking long strides down the hall, looking back to make sure no one saw him when he came up to a door with a bright yellow star taped to it, "Adam" written in bold letters "there you are." He said to himself walking up to the door he looked down the hall again seeing he was alone as he lifted his fist to knock when a sniffle reached his ears making him freeze. "Y/n" He whispered, pressing his ear to the door heard a small whimper "why...why you." He heard you voice tremble before backing up. Taking a deep breath he raised his hand again knocking when he heard footsteps on the other side. "I said no..." you trailed off opening the door, your body stiffening as your eyes met.

Loki stood frozen on the spot taking you in having never seen you in this form before. you were almost as tall as him, your jeans hugging your lean frame perfectly, your hair reminding him of the widows as it swept across your forehead, but he knew...his heart knew it was you as his eyes met yours again "Adam I believe?" Loki asked smiling "um..yeah..yes." you stuttered not breaking eye contact "may I come in?" Loki asked seeing you fidget with your hand "um...sure." You said stepping to the side letting him in. "I rather enjoyed your song, you are very talented." Loki said walking in looking around the small room "um...thanks." You said closing the door. "You must be very popular with the ladies yes?" Loki asked crossing his arms hearing you laugh "i...maybe...I don't know." You shrugged walking to the middle of the room.

"You know...you remind me of someone." Loki said taking a step towards you "oh?" You muttered looking to your feet "yes, they are very dear to me...a friend, well...was until recently." Loki said taking another step forward "but you see...I was a fool." He continued as your eyes met his "I never told them what was in my heart...and I'm afraid I may have lost them." He continued coming to stand in front of you "w...well you could talk to them...tell her." You said as Loki shook his head looking down "no, words are meaningless, empty...i...I must show her how I feel." Loki said looking back up to you. "H...how?" You asked biting your lip "oh my dove..." loki whispered reaching his hand up running this thumb along your lip pulling it from between your teeth as he leaned forward, his nose brushing yours "I will spend every day showing you...telling you...proving to you how much you mean to me." He breathed "Loki..." you whispered as he closed the gap, gently pressing his lips to yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hand tangling in his long curls deepening the kiss. Pulling his hair at the nape he moaned against your lips as you slipped you tongue into his mouth tangling with his when you felt his arm snake around your side pulling your hips to his as he growled into your mouth when he suddenly pulled back biting your lip "have you ever been taken in this form?" He panted kissing you again as he walked you backwards, your back meeting the wall as his lips traveled across your jaw, his hand holding the side of your head as he nipped the skin of your neck "n...no..." you panted, arching your back into him as he sucked hard on your pulse point, your nails digging into his shoulder. "Mmm...may I be your first?" He panted against your skin, leaning back looking into your eyes everything hitting you at once "I love you Loki." You breathed feeling tears well in your eyes, a weight lifting off your chest at finally confessing "I love you too, I love you so much." He smiled "I am so sorry I didn't say it sooner." He said cupping your cheek "be with me y/n, be mine...no more hiding, no more sneaking around...I wish everyone to know that my heart is yours, and only yours." Loki said. You couldn't stop the sob that passed your lips hearing his words as tears steamed down your cheeks.

"Please...make me yours Loki." You whispered as his lips crashed to yours, kissing you passionately as he pressed you into the wall, the salt of your tears mixing with the taste of him making you groan as he rocked his hips against yours feeling his hard length press against your stomach "Loki..." you breathed against his lips as he pulled back flipping you around pressing your front to the wall "remember that night we wanted to try something new?" He whispered in your ear, a shudder running through you at the memory "y...yes." you moaned feeling his fingers at the button of your jeans "relax for me...I'll be gentle." He breathed against the skin under your ear as he bit down "aahh...loki..." you moaned as his hand slid down, his long fingers wrapping around your cock

"f...fuck.." you moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder as he rocked his hips against your ass "mm...im impressed." He said slowly moving his hand up and down "I may need to feel you one day." He moaned digging his other hand into your hair, tilting your head his lips met yours his tongue diving past you parted lips licking into your mouth. Rocking your hips with his hand you felt the familiar tightening in your lower stomach as he sped up, crying out as his thumb swiped along the tip "feels good doesn't it?" Loki panted smiling down at you "f...fuck...yes..." you panted bracing your hands on the wall "ah ah...not yet my dove." He whispered slowly releasing you, unable to stop the whimper at the loss of his touch hearing him laugh "l...loki...please..." you moaned rocking your hips back into his.

"Patience, I have to prepare you first." Loki said when you heard a bottle pop open "spread those beautiful legs for me." He whispered in your ear as you quickly did what he asked "good boy." He breathed, a tingle running up your spine feeling his fingers at the hem of your jeans "deep breaths, I will go slow." He purred pulling your jeans down "and if you wish to stop..." he said stopping his movements "s...say Asgard." You panted closing your eyes feeling his breath against your ear "good boy." He whispered nipping your ear when you felt his hand cup you ass "mmm....you never cease to amaze me." He said as you felt something cold press between your cheeks "are you ready dove?" He asked as you nodded "I need to hear you say it." He said stenrly gripping your hair "aahh y..yes!" You cried out feeling his long finger slip past your tight hole "Mm very good..." he purred into your ear as he slowly pulled out before pushing back in.

"f...fuck...Loki...." you moaned feeling him add another finger "almost there darling, keep breathing for me." He cooed as he added a third, your back arching as his finger grazed that spot inside you "Mm there it is." He moaned rocking his hips into you. You were a panting moaning mess when he suddenly stopped "i...I have to feel you." He moaned slowly pulling his fingers from you, whining at the emptiness "ah ah...be a good boy." He cooed lifting his hand a green light flashed over you, shivering as the cold air hit your bare skin. "That's better." He purred, freezing feeling his cock press between your cheeks "deep breath...and relax." He said as he genlty kicked your legs further apart, his hand gripping your hip pulling you towards him. "I...I'm ready." You moaned feeling his cock press against your entrance

"very good." He purred as he began to press into you "gooods...y/n." He moaned as he pulled back slightly before pressing further in "aaahh...sh...shit...." you gasped as he stretched you to your limit "that's it dove." He praised, slowly pushing forward "your taking me...aaahhh so...well." he moaned as he snapped his hips forward, digging your nails into the wall crying out as he bottomed out. "F...fuck y...your so...big." you panted screwing your eyes shut hearing him laugh "and your s...so tight." He growled shifting his hips letting you adjust to him. "Loki please....move..." you groaned needing to feel him immediately. "As you wish dove." He said pressing his chest to your back his fingers dug into your hip hard as he slowly pulled back "you are...divine." he moaned as he rocked back into you, your hand reaching around gripping his thigh as he sped up "f....fuck....lo...." you groaned when his hand dug into your hair.

pulling your head back his tongue dove into your mouth when you felt his other hand slide around your front his fingers wrapping tightly around your cock "aaahh...god...." you moaned into his mouth as his hand sped up, feeling yourself twitch in his tight grip "come for me y/n....give me everything." He panted against your lips as you came hard, screaming his name to the heavens like a prayer gasping at the sensation "f..fuck....that's it...." he growled snapping his hips hard into you. "C....come inside me Loki...I...I need it." You growled.

his hand gripped your hip, the other lacing around your chest, his fingers digging into your shoulder holding you tight to his chest his, you knew there would be bruises making you smile "f..fuck....guder ... du eier meg .." he panted, his hot breath licking the skin of your neck as he planted his feet, his hips slamming into you "hjerte og sjel...jeg er din...aahhh fuck....y/n i....i jeg elsker deg duen min!" He yelled as he thrust hard into you, holding himself there you gasped feeling him fill you, his cock twitching inside you "h...holy s...shit...." he panted laying his head on your shoulder he rocked his hips slowly riding through his high as he stilled inside you. "L...loki...." you panted turning your head "y..you...you are Valhalla my dear." He said slowly lifting his head he eased out of you, shivering feeling his seed seep out down your thigh "allow me." He breathed, raising his hand a wave of green washed over you again cleaning you up when your thoughts began to race.

"What are you thinking dove?" He asked as you turned to face him, your clothes rematerializing "umm, is this...was that because im..." you started, waving your hand over yourself looking down "y/n, look at me." He said sternly making you look back up "it's just that...I know you've been with men too, and that's ok!...I just..." you were cut off by his lips on yours, this time it was soft...loving...like he was trying to convey everything into the kiss before he pulled back cupping your face "yes, I have been with men, and women..." he said caressing your cheeks with his thumbs "but this...you and i...is because I love you...in whatever form you are in...I love your heart, your soul, your spirit, your kindness...I love you y/n and only you." He said sternly leaving no room for argument.

You nodded smiling up at him "I love you too Loki, so much it hurts." You said as he leaned forward pecking your lips before pulling you into a tight hug. "I know we started off a bit backwards, but I would like to court you, take you to dinner, the theater, anything you want." He said kissing the top of your head "I'd like that, very much Loki." You said as he pulled back smiling at you "and I was thinking...if you want to..." he smiled, a pink flush on his cheeks "I can umm...I can shift into a female form." He said looking sheepishly at you making you smile "loki laufeyson...I believe your blushing." You laughed seeing his cheeks turn a deeper red "I would still be in charge of course." He said clearing his throat. "That's what you think." You snarked grabbing his hand

"Let's go home..." you said pulling him towards the door "we can go to my room and watch a movie." You smiled opening the door "I'd like that very much." He said following behind you "and maybe you can show me this...form of yours." You winked seeing his cheeks brighten again "as you wish my dove." He said smiling. "And by the way." You said grabbing his shoulders pinning him to the wall you leaned forward pressing your lips to his ear "if you don't behave...I'll bend you over my knee." You whispered feeling him shiver, pulling back seeing his usual pale skin red "y...yes ma'am." He stuttered making you smile. "Good boy." You winked pecking his cheek as you pulled him along behind you, excited to see what the future had in store for you and your king.

Translations-

guder ... du eier meg ..--gods...you own me...

hjerte og sjel...jeg er din--heart and soul...i am yours

jeg elsker deg duen min--i love you my dove

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[mayuichi]

“If I die in the process, will you join me?„

Nikolai Gogol x Reader ⟡ Warning : slight yandere behavior (kinda) I suppose??

note: i'm sorry for every Nikolai simps if i made him ooc, i really tried my best (and i think he's okay??). i still hope you can enjoy it!!

Official art from the anime.

You were pouting at him when he shoved a candy inside your mouth. It makes you gasp, chewing on it. He laughs at you, clearly mocking. You are about to make a comeback when he stands up to go to the bathroom. You blink a few times.

You don't even remember how you two ended up befriending one another. Wasn't he supposed to piss you off ? Well, he still does. But there was something more perhaps. You are his safe space, one where he can act however the hell his heart tells him to. And he is your home.

Wherever you are, as long as he's with you, then it means you belong there. You could be on the other side of the earth, if he's there, you'd be fine. You aren't properly dating though. You know, that step where no one dares to make a move.

It's so obvious though. The feelings you have for him are pouring out of your heart. Even a blind man could see it. And the way he acts with you is nowhere close to how he can even act toward Sigma. Not even close to how he treats Fyodor.

There is something about you he couldn't explain, yet he wants to comprehend it. No, he needs to. He can't spend a day without thinking a hundred times about your expression, your shy laugh whenever he's around. But he wants to hear you burst in laugh. Why can he only hear it when there's the others ? Can't he be the only one to hear it ?

He needs to know why you can't act entirely like yourself. But he knows. He knows but he doesn't understand. If you love him, can't he be the only one who sees your brightess smile, hears your most sincere laugh?

He'd be a liar to look in your eyes and say he doesn't want to wake up next to you every morning. You are the reason why he's feeling weaker recently. And he loves it. He craves for that sensation, that safety near you. Why are you so special ? He had so much plan with the Decay of Angels, why did you joined and ruined it all ?

But he can't bring himself to push you away. He wants you as much as you do. You're addicted to one another, and there's no way back now. He would kill you if he couldn't be all you need.

... You were supposed to hate each other. You were finding him over the top, and he was thinking you're too simple. But there you both are.

Sitting in his apartment for the last few days before changing place. Picking on each other, just to be annoying. He is the best though, he always manages to piss you off. But do you actually mind ? Probably not.

You sigh, walking up to the small tree. In fact, it was a tiny Christmas tree in a pot. You couldn't do a big one when you need to leave each place so often. You all did it. You managed to all be here to make it and have dinner together. For once you wouldn't be at one another's throat, trying to strangle them. It's hard to get along with them.

Nikolai insisted on placing sweets around the pot, and some candy canes with the garlands. They all let him do so. Why would they say no anyway? It isn't like they'll be the one to be in the apartment a lot.

You stare at the red and white sweet. You can't lie, the colors remind him somehow. He haunts your mind, isn't he ? You reach out to take one in your hand. He's like sugar, addictive and intoxicating. He would definitely be more likely to be the reason of your death. But you don't mind it.

Hearing footsteps coming closer to you, you turn around to see his tall figure hovering over you. He leans closer, to take a candy over the table. At the same time, he skillfully steals the one in your hand. Placing the small candy on his tongue, he inspects the one that caught your attention earlier.

He hums, a faint smirk appearing. “It reminds me of you. You are as sweet as this candy cane. I want to cherish it, and devour it. Just like with you. I bet you'd taste as good. Sugary like, or perhaps more like a cotton candy?„

He approaches, until you become stuck in between him and the wall. His hand creeps to your jaw, gripping tightly on it as the playful light in his eye disappear. “Why can't you laugh the loudest with me ? I'd do anything for you. I'd even die. Wouldn't you do the same ?„

Any sane person would try to escape that situation. Perhaps you aren't as sane as you thought you were, compared to them. You may be as bad as them. Your gaze faltering, your shoulders sagging, you can barely keep looking at him.

“No.. I would. Of course I would... But I may be scared to make you think I am not good enough...„ you admit. After all, who could be enough for a clown?

A deep, low chuckle emits from him. His finger tracing your face, and stops at your nose. “Do you think so ? Have I not been clear enough?„ he gives a gentle pinch, freeing you. He picks a few candies on the table, sitting down on the sofa once again.

He pats the seat beside him, hurrying you to join him. “If I die in the process, will you join me?„ you don't expect such a dark talk around such a joyful period. But he is right. You take place beside him, hesitantly placing your hand over his.

Without even speaking, he already knows your answer. It's so obvious. A playful smile covers his stern look, and he leans to press his head against your shoulder. “That's what I thought. That's why you are the only one who'd suit me.„

Everyone is sure of his feelings for you. If anyone were to deny it, they'd be such fools. But yours, even if pouring out, you would deny it. You know they're real, but you can't trust your feelings. You want to deny them. And he knows it.

He undoes the paper around the candy cane, before tapping it against your lips. “I'll be waiting for you to be sure. Even if it takes years, I'll be waiting. But don't let me die without letting me know I haven't been delusional.„ he half heartedly jokes.

You could guess what was going in his head. And why he left to the bathroom for several minutes earlier. He didn't wanted to snap at you, not when you are so vulnerable. So he had to bring himself back together.

He squeezes your hand, and you squeeze it back. “... I won't. I promise. Let me just a few more days...„ you breath out, and he nods.

“If you can make someone such as I, a clown, be so weak, then you shouldn't be fret about the truth in my words.„ he closes his eyes, sliding the sweet past your lips.

“Thus is the truth about your clown, lovesick for you.„

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[zeezelweazel]

Overwatch| Fluff Headcannons|

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Overwatch obsession hit me hard but I'm so bad at this game ( to be fair I've been playing for 3 days lol )

The women in this game lord I'm so gay

Anyway here's a short and sweet piece to make up for the upcoming angst wave

Characters Included: Mercy, Ashe, Widowmaker, Kiriko, D.va

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• Mercy •

Mercy is one of the most hard working people in overwatch, if anyone is looking for her they immediately go to her office. She's hunched over the desk, nose deep in her notes most of the time. She doesn't stop even aften the sun falls and her muscles are screaming for help.

At the end of the day she's usually too tired to do anything other than get up, move three feet and slump over the couch in her office to rest for the night.

You often try to break this routine. It's honestly a little funny, how she's a doctor and can't seem to take care of herself. Angela will thankfully accept the massages that you might offer or potentially cuddling if you've managed to coax her into her actual room.

When it comes to pda Angela stands somewhere in the middle. She doesn't want distractions when she's working or is on missions but won't mind you holding her hand in public or a quick peck on her cheek and forehead. She may or may not get flustered if you do the latter.

• Ashe •

Ashe is somewhat weird when it comes to affection. The possessive part of her always wants to have her hands on you so she can show the rest of her gang who you really belong to. An arm around your waist, holding hands even her hand resting on your thigh.

The other part of her though is very awkward when it comes to affection, especially the physical kind. She never got any when she was a child which means that now as an adult she craves it but also it doesn't come naturally to her.

When you first got together with her Elizabeth was very stiff whenever you did as much as hold her hand. She short circuited when you kissed for the first time and even though she desperately tried to hide it she was blushing as red as her lipstick.

As your relationship progressed you noticed Elizabeth being more comfortable with honest affection and now she is also open with asking for affection. She still won't do any sweet stuff in public though, she has a reputation to maintain.

• Widowmaker •

In the eyes of everyone else, and Talon's security cameras, Widowmaker was still an unfeeling cold hearted assassin that they can order around like some kind of pet. In your eyes the beautiful woman you've come to know as Amélie is a very lovable and quiet person who loves affection as much as she loves you.

Most of the time your private cuddle sessions happen in your own room, a place Talon can't pry into, the only times you can go to Amelie's own room is when you've somehow managed to convince Sombra to hack the cameras.

Again at first Amélie was very reluctant when it came to, well, everything about this relationship but she slowly warmed up to you. Eventually she was fine with cuddles as well.

Although nothing could prepare you for the first time it happened. You still remember being almost asleep with your girlfriend next to you, facing you and tracing a cold hand over your cheek. Suddenly you jolted awake when Amélie latched herself at your side, buried her head under your neck and just squeezed you. You later realised that this is just how she cuddles. You definitely have felt tears on your neck more often than not but you don't comment on it.

• Kiriko •

Kiriko is often very busy with her gang and protecting everyone. The stress gets to her but she knows she can count on you to help her relax. The best way to do that is doughnuts, obviously. Kiriko loves anything sweet but she also likes foxes.

Que you bringing her a fox onesie and Kiriko trying not to cry from how cute it is and how sweet you are. I think she'd also enjoy nature so a trip to a quiet forest to relax and spent time together would be great.

Now when it comes to pda I she'd be neutral about it. Kiriko is not shy at all but she wouldn't go over the top with the affection while in public. She would get a little jealous or possessive but not as much as Ashe would and if she did she'll usually end up being more affectionate in private, kind of like asking for reassurance.

Kiriko would love the lazy kind of cuddles. The ones when you're lying in bed and don't want to get up even though you know you have much to do. She also needs a kiss to get her day going. If you see her sulking is because she didn't get her kiss.

• D.va •

Hana is so energetic and enthusiastic about meeting people and her extroverted nature makes it so she absolutely adores everything that has to do with affection and love. You often see her hugging her teammates after a successful mission and holding the hands of those injured.

With you though her affection in public would be much more casual. A hand draped over your shoulders while she's sitting next to you or her just placing her hand on yours.

Of course she has her moments where she sticks on your side like a koala and mushes her face on your cheek, trying to kiss you but failing miserably because she can't stop grinning.

Hana would be very soft with you after one of the particularly hard missions are over. She still struggles with coping and asking for help and being vulnerable but you try to help as much as you can.

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