#sleepover snuggle pile

[your-an-appaloser]

while Birdie girl went to change into my extra set of pjs, we brought all the spare pillows and blankets to the couch. boyfriend snuggles, lamb snuggles, AND best friend snuggles? I fear this may be the greatest moment of my life so far.

[hazbin-writing-and-nonsense]

Can you please write about Angel Dust, Alastor (separately) who are hiding from extermination along with their s/o :))

{I’m gonna assume this is before the hotel cuz if not, then the answer would be kinda obvious.} 

Angel Dust 

Usually, Angel hides with Val, but now that you’re involved, he avoids that man like the plague whenever he can outside of work. He doesn’t want Val anywhere near you. 

His alternative is to bunker down with Cherri which is cool cuz she is more than happy to have you two over. Bitch stocks up on snacks and drinks like it’s a teen sleepover. 

Angel is nervous and jittery the whole time, honestly. Cherri assures you that she has enough bombs to protect you all though I'm not sure that’s as reassuring as she thinks it is. 

The  night is pretty full of anxiety induced snuggles that Angel covers with humor. Also whatever shitty show Cherri puts on to distract you guys. 

Alastor 

This man is scarily chill. If you just went off his attitude alone, you wouldn’t even know the extermination was happening. Though if anyone does try to disturb you two, even out of desperation, he will straight up murder them. 

He reassures you that you're perfectly safe with him in any way he can. He’ll give you a distraction, make you food, or just generally make you comfortable in any way he can. 

I can see Nifty being there as well, flitting around the house and making herself busy and is more than happy to help make you comfy or cuddle. She will be excited as hell if you suggest making a pillow nest or fort. 

Alastor is a bit standoffish but will buckle and join you in the cuddle pile with Nifty if you ask a few times though he does prefer to keep close to the door or window both to watch the carnage and be close to intercept in case some dumbass tries to break in. If he does cuddle, he does intentionally keep himself between you and the closest entrance. 

[hyukassubi]

Sorry, The Food Is Cold...

Pairing : Husband!Beomgyu x Wife!Reader

Genre : Angst around the middle, bittersweet fluff at the end

Warnings : Aside from Beomgyu getting a little lonely, none!

Synopsis : Beomgyu waits patiently for his wife to return home from work. The clock keeps ticking, and the food is getting cold...

Content : Beomgyu being lonely for like 60% of the whole fic *sob sob*

Wc : 1.2k words

Tag : @itzzz-yerin

The store-bought gyoza sizzles on the pan. Beads of of sweat trickle down Beomgyu's forehead on this cold night, wiping them off with the back of his arm, sleeves pulled up to his elbows.

The only reason he'd pan-fry the entire bag is because he wanted to have someone to share his dinner with- his lover.

You.

And while flipping the wedges of gyoza-goodness, all he could think about was: 'this would go well with some tea'.

The thing is, you weren't even home.

These past couple of days, work had just been piling up on you. It didn't matter how much you enjoyed your work, too much of a good thing is never really a good thing.

But it paid your bills, and all you wanted for you and your husband was a comfy home the both of you could live in for the time being. So, night after night, the hours grew longer, and the longer it took for you to arrive home.

Beomgyu got used to skipping 'golden hour cafe dates' with you, or snuggling up on the couch talking about your work while crocheting that huge floral blanket of yours— you fiddled and played with the wool, he played and kissed your hair. Even hearing the trickle of water as you shower in the bathroom, humming a foreign melody, and he'd smile everytime he heard your voice.

But here he was, at home, couch empty, the only tunes available being the sizzling of oil on the pan and a couple arguing upstairs, and then, a ping on his phone—

A ping on his phone.

Beomgyu jolted to the sink, washing his hands way too fast before wiping them dry and then reaching to his phone and—

An hour had gone by.

Beomgyu finally stood up, skittering into the kitchen. Upon his five-minute search, he scavanged a hoard of tissues, neatly placing them over the dishes. Beomgyu checked his phone again for the first time in a while, only to receive two missed calls from… his high school dance club friends.

He chuckled, walking to… he didn’t know where.

The kitchen? He grabbed a tupperware full of orange slices and walked out.

The living room? The empty couch made without a body to hold to lay on his chest and hair to play with made the apartment seem all the more spacey.

The bedroom? Same reason as the couch, except instead of a couch sits a king sized bed that is empty, not to mention the lingering smell of fresh laundry and flower gardens coming from your closet full of your clothes that have your scent making Beomgyu remember flashes of you.

Beomgyu stood there, in a hall, in the middle of his apartment— your apartment—contemplating.

The balcony it is.

Two hours had gone by.

The thing about Beomgyu was that his voice box never dies out, even after a two hour talkathon with the boys, arguing about how rat infestations in Soobin’s apartment makes his place banned for boys night sleepovers because Beomgyu might just turn his entire kitchen into the korean Ratatouille live action no one asked for but didn’t know they needed.

An intriguing conversation indeed over muscats under the shining stars. Beomgyu settled down for the time being,tracing out figures of kitchenware and forest animals in the sky. Not long after, a semi-cold feeling brushes past him like a wailing ghost in search of heaven in mid-air.

He was lonely.

Beomgyu pressed his lips together, leaning forward from his seat. He thought, maybe if he looked closely enough, somewhere down there, he’d spot a tiny white car planted in the middle of the road, glued in place in that rat trap of traffic.

Except he does see that familiar tiny white car on the road.

Beomgyu’s eyes widened.

My wife!, he thought.

… Although it could just be someone else’s car-

The table started vibrating.

Beomgyu snapped out of his train of thoughts, clinging onto his phone.

“Beomgyu, darling,” that familiar voice that itched the right spots in Beomgyu’s brain flowed into his ears like honey, “I swear, I’m on my way home, it’s just— the traffic is absolutely horrendous right now.” You went on rambling about some sort of traffic light malfunction, a delay at work, bitter coffee that didn’t sit right with your tastebuds and Beomgyu continued to listen , phone pressed to his ears, eyes on the road below simply watching that tiny… little white car.

He didn’t know how long it took until, at some point during all that rambling, he cut your yapping short. “Sweetheart, give me ten minutes—”

“—Wait what do you mean ten min—”

Beomgyu hung up.

He raced to the kitchen, swaddling up two sets of cutlery inside cherry patterned napkins and a tupperware.

If you could drive into the sewers underground sprouting out of the pipes into your apartment, you… wouldn’t because water bills aren’t cheap, not in this economy.

Your forehead slams onto the steering wheel, a loud wail of your horn blaring for ten whole seconds. Home is literally a street-or-two-and-an-additional-U-turn away, you could’ve been home hours ago in the welcoming embrace of your husband, eating his simplistic yet mouth-watering store-bought dishes… holding each other closely while talking about… the future? Life?… Kids? That was still a mile or two hundred away into the future but… it wasn’t impossible now wasn’t it?

Your head fell onto the steering wheel once more.

And when you lifted it back up… Beomgyu???

What… What’s your husband doing on the sidewalk? Waving manically, bookmarking into the tight spaces between car after car.

“Open the roof.” He insisted, he yelled, he- Oh my God, he’s really gonna climb through there???

You felt— What did you feel? How did you feel about this? Is this even real? Your eyes fell on Beomgyu’s left hand, holding onto a small bag.

The roof of the car slid open.

And so did Beomgyu.

Smooth as silk, he dropped into the car.

The roof closed shut.

“What the hell are you doing?” Your question came out confused and flustered all at the same time.

Beomgyu crawled into the passenger seat, unknotting the cloth of the bag. “Thought I’d get some fresh air and make a small delivery!” he passed a fogged up tuperware your way.

For a moment, all you could do is blink. You just blinked. And then, in the next moment, Beomgyu’s tuperware wasn’t clutched in his hand anymore. “This is why I love you so much.” You opened the tuperware, that salty-sweet scent of sauce looming in the congested air.

Beomgyu chuckled. “Because I cook passable food?” Another chuckle, more awkward than the last. “Sorry, the food is cold.”

“Well… you’re thoughtful.” You started slow, swirling a piece of gyoza around the sea of soy sauce. “You’re loving, you’re you. You’re all I want.”

It definitely wasn’t the trick of a million headlights surrounding the happy couple— Choi Beomgyu was blushing, ever so faintly, looking away.

You placed a hand on Beomgyu’s jaw, plopping a piece into his mouth. “Eat up.”

A/n: I had a friend group later in my highschool days whom I thought of as my girl gang once. I've matured since then once I realized how lonely and misunderstood they made me felt, not because they were bad people in any way, but we had different love languages and communication styles the more we grew older *starts playing 'drama' by txt*. I wanted to encapsulate this lonely feeling in the form of a fanfiction, though it is neither of the two parties faults. I wanted to write something that didn't make making a bold/first move feel like walking over eggshells.

🫶 Reblog and review if you like my work 🫶

[afkenma]

sleep your peace — tsukisima.k

gn Reader X Tsukishima Kei

A/N: AAAHH this is my first time writing outside of school, so I thought I’d start with one of my favorite tropes. it’s pretty mushy and gross, but hopefully I’ll get better at this soon!! I also made the situation slightly unclear because I had no idea what specifics to add, my bad :)

tsukishima kei could only be an astute observer of how tired you were tonight; bleary eyes blinking slowly, hand motions translating into visual gibberish that wouldn’t help explain the confused, disheveled responses you gave to each new development in a crime show he’d been talking to you about. you had stayed up much longer than you should have the night before on homework you should’ve completed much earlier, and it drained all the energy you should have saved for this pre-mediated sleepover. you constantly took sips of energy drinks you didn’t like but bought anyways earlier today just to keep awake a little longer. this wasn’t a classroom, so why couldn’t you look away from the clock, doting on a comfortable time to suggest sleeping?

tsukishima knew he was talking to a wall, and even his words were out of focus. it was much easier to stare at your tired head resting on the bedframe than anything else, and it was so much easier to get lost in the small details he wouldn’t normally gaze at you long at you enough to notice: the skin on your face wasn’t uniform in colour, strands of your hair had fallen down to your face, and your lips were slighly chapped and pale, and it was all so beautiful. he noticed he’d been staring early into the night but gave up on trying to avoid your face, especially since the rest of the room had never looked so plain.

painfully embarrassed after replacing a character’s name with yours for the third time, he abruptly excuses himself to get water for the both of you, which you don’t mind. you’re left alone to quietly stare at all the different decorations on his walls, like the figurines of dinosaurs clustered together on a shelf, or the abundance of old movie posters and coloured food advertisements pasted onto the corner opposite. there are some bright sticky-notes with writing you just can’t see from the position your in right now, so you hazily shift around his bed to take a better look, but slowly curl up into a ball as the sweeter arms of sleep ultimately draw you closer and closer.

two glasses of water enter the room soon after, along with a sleepy, calm blonde who’s staring between his love softly snoring on his bed, and the silly post-it notes you’d given him with small hearts and doodles. he internally scoffed over how dumb he must’ve been to forget hiding it before inviting you over, but can’t ignore the overwhelming heat blooming on his cheeks. he stares back over at you. your back was arched inwardly and you were loosely hugging your knees towards you, and your face showed the slight discomfort and cold you were sleeping through. muttering out a breathy complaint, he takes you into his arms like a child. your body stayed limp, barely hugging onto his back as he straighten out his bedding with his free hand, and cautiously tucked you under warmer blankets.

you let out hearty exhales as you unconsciously snuggled deeper into bed, and tsukisima felt overbearing tides of raw fondness crash through him, a euphoric step deeper into his love. it took a couple moments to regain composure and sense of reality, and a nagging part of him cringed at being smitten for a sleeping beauty. he slowly dragged his eyes away from you to quickly stack up the items on his desk into a large pile on the side, before power-walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth before closing the door, turning of the light-switch and carefully seeping into the bed with you.

with his glasses off and barely adjusted to the darkness, he squints in a struggle to see your figure hunched over and facing the opposite direction, which was annoying him. if only he had positioned you facing towards him. that way, he might’ve been able to pine over you just a little longer, but alas. there’s always tomorrow morning, and the day that’ll ensue, and then the many days later because your his lover and he’s yours and all he can think about now is how calming your ambiance is. your presence is peaceful, and it forces even an arrogant jerk like him to lower his guard and feel it, so sleep your peace.

[munsoninthedark86]

Sleepover With Eddie Munson

warnings: smuttiness, fluffiness, mentions of sex toys, mentions of taking drugs, period mention. pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader(might be more fem POV but I kept them neutral)

He panics the first time you come over to spend the night. Eddie decides to clean his room, but it’s too much work that he just decides to change his sheets and take out the trash. Hell, he might even take the dirty dishes out of his room too.

Eddie is a big sweetheart about it. He’ll do anything to make sure you have a good time with him. You can expect this man to literally make the night all about you.

He goes out of his way to buy some toiletries for you and even gets you a new towel, in case you need to shower. Eddie even bought some stuff in case you were to get your period.

If you don’t have any pajamas to wear(or you so conveniently forgot some), Eddie will lend you something to wear. If you suggest wearing his Hellfire shirt, he’ll just about die. Just that and some underwear, and you’ll have him on his knees for you.

Eddie doesn’t really know how to cook well, but he’ll try his best to do so just for you. If you would prefer, he’ll order a pizza. Or he will take you out for dinner.

Any way you look at it, Eddie is going to absolutely spoil you. He’ll light up some incense, put on your favorite album, even let you play his guitar or he’ll play it for you. Eddie wants the whole night to go perfectly well.

Eddie will pull out his favorite and best stash just for you. You’ll be smoking Eddie’s best stuff he can get his hands on. If you want something a little stronger, Eddie will get it for you. You’ll have a great time tripping together, if that’s what you want to do.

If it’s a school night, Eddie will still want you to come over. In the morning, if you were to wake him up with coffee and breakfast, he’d probably want to marry you.

If it’s not a school night, Eddie will stay up late with you and he’ll sleep in the next morning. You can expect to be part of his snuggle pile when you wake up in the morning. And he’s not letting you go.

Eddie gets the best sleep for the first time in a long time. He doesn’t sleep a lot, and he blames most of it on the trauma lived in his life. But with you there, he sleeps like a log.

NSFW

Of course, if you’re spending the night, Eddie wants to fuck. Even when you don’t stay the night, Eddie loves to fuck. He’s got a pretty high sex drive, but he likes to keep things monogamous when it comes to you.

Eddie stocks up on condoms and lube for whenever you come over. He likes to make sure you know you’ve got lots of options when it comes to having sex with him.

Also, he’s got a nice little trunk with all kinds of goodies. Handcuffs, riding crops, leather restraints, a vibrator…Eddie knows what you like, but the man also has specific tastes as well.

Despite that, Eddie is a big fan of slow and lazy fucking. He’ll throw on a movie and he’ll pump into you lazily from behind while you’re on the couch. Good luck trying to pay attention to the plot.

Once you’re all stoned and feeling giggly and bubbly, Eddie brings you to his bed and he pulls down your pants and underwear. He’ll look at you softly through his big doe eyes, and he kisses a trail down your body.

Be prepared for hours of oral. Eddie loves going down on you and turning you into a complete moaning mess. Tug on his hair, make him grunt and groan against you. He’ll be rutting into the mattress as he brings you to a messy, wet orgasm.

He loves putting on loud music and fucking you so hard that you scream louder than the album he’s got playing. It just makes him feel so proud that he can make you feel this good.

The aftercare is top notch. Eddie will do everything to make sure you feel comfortable and loved afterwards. You wanted to spend the night with him after all, so he wants to make sure you like spending the night.

If you want to have a shower, Eddie might suggest some heated shower sex. This becomes a bit more awkward in terms of position, but he’ll make it happen.

You’ll leave his place with some fresh lovebites and marks all over your neck, chest and anywhere he thought was a good place to leave them. Nobody will ever think that you are available. Only Eddie fuckin’ Munson can touch you.

[dullgecko]

Sleepover cuddle/sleep pile position headcanons:

Gorgug: center no matter what, orcs run hot so he’s like a living furnace which means everyone just piles on top of or around him, has mastered the art of sneaking away and coming back to his original spot without waking anybody up

Adaine: stays on one of the edges, she has a tendency to get up in the middle of the night once she’s done officially trancing to go do stuff before lying back down and snuggling back up (although she will occasionally wake up to Fig wrapped around her and she never has the heart to wake her up), rearranges blankets when they get kicked off in the middle of the night, if they’re at Mordred will usually grab one of the cats to cuddle up with unless Fig has already koalaed

Kristen: immediately starfishes next to Gorgug and gets partially laid on by everyone, sleeps in the least comfortable looking positions ever but it works because everyone just ends up molding into a comfortable position around her like puzzle pieces

Riz: climbs on top of whoever he feels like and curls up, usually Fabian but if he’s running cold he’ll lay with Gorgug and occasionally gets convinced by Fig to lay with her, keeps the sword of shadows right next to where he’s sleeping so he can misty step out of the pile without disturbing anyone (can’t be gone for too long though or Fabian will wake up and start blowing up his phone), really light sleeper when he isn’t essentially being forced to sleep so he tends to wake up at like 3 am and take a walk to tire himself back out

Fabian: always where Riz is, really bad news for whenever Riz is laying on somebody else because they will also get Fabian partially laying on him, sleeps like a brick so good luck trying to do anything if he falls asleep on you, being half-elf there’s about a 50% chance he’ll start accidentally trancing instead of regularly sleeping, whenever that happens him and Adaine have a cup of sleepy time tea together, after which he will immediately pass out

Fig: picks a person and clings to them like a koala, usually Kristen or Adaine, has to be touching each of the Bad Kids with some part of her body to sleep peacefully (one hand on Gorgug, an arm on Kristen, a leg on Fabian, etc), if somebody wakes up in the middle of the night and tries to get up to do something she has a tendency of grabbing them and pulling them back down in her sleep, if she falls asleep on Kristen or Fabian and they has to get up in the middle of the night they will just pick her up and do whatever they needed to do while carrying Fig (Fabian keeps a beanbag chair just outside most of his bathrooms to deposit her in, when they’re at Mordred they just put her on the floor and pick her back up when they’re done)

Excellent. Love it.

Gorgug has also mastered the art of lying pefectly still while at sleepovers. Too many people are surrounding him/on top of him and one of them is small enough to squish so he has to be careful. He is Figs favorite target for cuddling which is good because he can easily lift her one handed and walk around if he needs to get a glass of water or something in the middle of the night. Riz might as well be a two tonne weight on his chest though, you do not wake him up if you can help it he gets so little sleep as it is. More of a sin than waking up a sleeping cat in your lap.

Adaine will try to be the last person to join the sleep pile at night so her waking up from her trances is close to when everyone else will wake up. Usually ends up staying up late with Riz if he's having another bout of insomnia and helping him work through cases until he calms down enough to sleep. Tries to keep her crystal in arms reach in case she gets stuck in one spot by Fig clings.

Kristen gets laid on by everyone except Riz. She rolled over and kicked him in the head once and he's not the kind of person to forget that. Snores like crazy if she sleeps in some positions and her party has to readjust her until she stops.

Sleepovers really manage to satisfy that goblin urge to sleep in a big pile with the rest of your clan so he is a lot more well rested since they started doing them fairly regularly. Riz will only allow Fig to cuddle if he is incredibly tired and cold. She runs almost as hot as Gorgug but he knows he wont escape if she gets a hold of him. Accidentally woke all of them up in a panic once because he tried to escape the Fig cuddles without misty stepping in the middle of the night and she grabbed and yanked on his tail in her sleep hard enough to make him yelp. Has a ranking system of who makes the best sleeping spot, updates it regularly, changes to your body wash scents will affect your score (Fabian still gets top ranking no matter what though but he has bonus points assigned to him).

Fabian sleeps like a rock when he finally passes out, sleeps on his side with pillow under one arm at home. Replaces pillow with goblin if it's availible. WILL steal Riz from whoever he is sleeping on in the middle of the night if he has a bad dream. Is the only person who can move the rogue without waking him because he 100% does not register as a threat on Riz's radar. Gorgug will sometimes have to reach over and smack Fabian awake because he really needs to pee but he's pinned down by 3.5ft of goblin that is completely zonked out on his chest.

Fig can sleep through basically anything once she passes out. Grabbed Riz in her sleep once and wouldnt let go, didn't even wake up when he bit her on the arm pretty hard because she'd rolled over and he couldnt reach his sword to misty step and escape. Has woken up in weird places before because Gorgug or Fabian had to go to the bathroom and just left her on a couch or on the floor because they're not taking her in there with them.

[star-neo-love]

Always, Forever

☆ summary: the triplets and you are childhood best friends, and next-door neighbours. on one of your frequent sleepovers, you watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch in a big cuddle pile.

☆ tags: fluff, sweet and soft, childhood best friends reader and triplets, platonic/no pairing, just cute and sweet!! ☆ cw: none!! totally sfw

☆ word count: 1010 words [short and sweet!]

☆ hope you guys enjoy!! ☆

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“Hi! I’m Y/N, wanna be friends?”

That was the first thing you’d ever said to the three nearly identical boys who were bound to become your best friends.

Three identical sets of wide eyes turned to you, before one boy you would learn was Chris grinned and looked over at his brothers, who nodded to each other in silent conversation before tentatively allowing you into their circle.

The four of you had gotten on and clicked instantly, and you had never been seen separate at school since that day. You meshed seamlessly with their dynamic, and you were content with that, though of course, you could never quite beat that patent triplet bond they had.

You’d had a little difficulty with their names at first, but once you got closer, it was impossible to mix them up anymore.

And so the mini nightmare of four tiny terrors was released on the world.

You had a perfect bond, one that only grew when moved in right next door to you. Sleepovers were practically every day since that.

Flash forward to today, you were all in your senior year of highschool, and you were currently over at their house. The sight of you rummaging through the fridge, cooking at the stove, or flopped on the couch, was natural, expected, almost, with how often you were around.

You walk into the living room, carrying various bottles of drinks, setting them down.

“Ugh Chris get off me!” Matt whined, shoving at Chris, who was sprawled over him on the couch.

You laugh, sitting beside the two and opening your arms to Chris, who pouts playfully and snickers as he pinches Matt’s cheek and retreats into the safety of your arms, snuggling with you happily. You reach a hand up to absently run through his hair, and he grins at you, eyes squeezing closed as he leans into your touch.

“Oh poor, Chris, Matt's rejecting your love again huh?” You tease him, prompting a laugh from Matt, who rolls his eyes at Chris’ nod and dramatic pout.

Nick walks in, carrying a large bowl of popcorn, setting it down in the middle of your makeshift circle beside the drinks you had brought over earlier.

“Alright, are we gonna get this movie night started, or is Chris being a big baby again?” Nick snickers as he drops down on the couch beside you and looks over at the way Chris is half draped over you and half on Matt.

“Baby it is then.” he mutters, making Chris reach over and smack him as Matt and you laugh.

The attack devolves into chaos, and instantly the living room is filled with the noise of Chris and Nick screaming at each other and tousling. In his effort to get at Nick, Chris’ limbs fly with reckless abandon, and you and Math both groan at his weight, complaining loudly as bony elbows and knees jab into you.

“Jesus fucking christ Chris, are your elbows made of knives?” You groan, winded as one of the aforementioned elbows digs into your side.

Finally, the chaos ends as Nick shoves Chris off of him, sending the boy tumbling onto the floor with a soft 'oof'.

Matt laughs down at his brother, who glares up at all three of us, but still accepts the hand Matt reaches down, getting up and settling between you and Matt. He instantly shifts to lean against Matt, and then throws a leg over your lap, getting comfortable.

Rolling his eyes, leans forward and fishes the remote out, opening Disney plus and scrolling through.

“So, what do we wanna watch?” Nick asks, sending your small group into noisy chaos once more as all four of you fight vehemently for your favourite movies.

In the end, you win, grinning smugly as Black Panther starts.

“I can’t believe your favourite thing to watch is fucking Marvel, god you’re so basic eugh.” Nick groans and complains as the intro plays.

You roll your eyes, shushing him and grinning as he smacks your arm in retaliation.

You all settle in for the movie, and you lean forward to grab the popcorn bowl when Chris wordlessly stretches his hand out, passing it to him and setting it down in his lap. You grab your drink as well as everyone else’s passing it to Matt and Nick, who nod and murmur a quiet “thanks”.

A cosy, comfortable silence descends over the four of you, warm and companionable. As the movie plays on, Chris grows slightly restless, but settles down easily enough when Matt huffs and threads his fingers through his brother’s soft hair.

All of you have seen this movie time and time again, and it fades into a pleasant drone in the background when the food and drinks run out, and the jokes and restless chatter die down. You could feel yourself growing sleepy as time wore on, and a lazy look around the circle showed the triplets in much the same state, Chris’s eyes already shut as Matt’s steady and soothing motions through his hair seemed to have lulled him to sleep.

You look over at Matt and exchange soft smiles, and when you turn over to Nick, he has a sleepy, but bright grin on his face as he watches.

By the time the movie’s end credits roll, all four of you have fallen asleep in various positions on the couch, sprawled over each other and tangled in a big cuddle pile. You knew you’d wake up sore and stiff tomorrow, but as you fell asleep, it was with a soft smile, and you found yourself oddly content with it, consequences be damned.

“Good night guys...” You murmur, voice barely a whisper as you speak into the silence.

“G’night...” Two quiet, sleepy voices replied.

“Mmm...” A muffled mumble sounded.

It was worth it, for all the moaning, groaning, and bitching that would no doubt star the next day, and the warmth and love surrounding you was something you were endlessly grateful for every day, no matter how often it happened.

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thanks for reading, hope you liked it 🥰!! sorry if this was bad, I was rushing😭😭 ik it's late for their bday, but in my defence, I started this during school today, so... [i'll be dropping a nick x reader fic next, hopefully in the next few days 😁😁]

[jujitto]

▬▬ [𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡] SOFT MOMENTS

𝖺𝗇; 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝟤 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒.

LEE HEESEUNG [이희승] ; study buddy dates. piggyback rides. hair tutorials. forehead kisses. boyfriend and girlfriend pictures galore. lazy days in. stealing clothes. hand-holding. cafe dates. dance competitions. cheek kisses. han river visits. playing with the other's fingers. telling childhood stories.

JAY PARK || PARK JONGSEONG [박종성]:: competitive races. playing video games together. shopping dates. dad jokes. cuddling. playful arguments. studio ghibli movie marathons. naps together. 24/7 speaking in English. head massages. back hugs. lazy make-out. cooking together. reassuring touches. the sound of thunder before rain starts.

JAKE SIM || SIM JAEYUN [심재윤]:: walks in the park. soft couple. picnics. cheek pinches. copying his accent. neck kisses. watching cartoons. wash days that he gladly tags along for. playground dates. big spoon and little spoon. freshly baked cookies. water gun fights. star gazing. sandcastles. dancing in the rain. the sound of waves crashing down on the beach. birthday surprises.

PARK SUNGHOON [박성훈]:: soft kisses. slow dancing. ponytails. i love you's. entangled legs. gentle embraces. soft smiles. playing in the snow. shared ice cream. lofi music. peace & quiet. hushed whispers. sunset watching. nose kisses. poetry. breakfast in bed. the sight of the first snow. warm cheeks. cultural differences. #1 cheerleader. talented souls. holidays in.

KIM SEON WOO [김선우]:: goofy laughs. warm hugs. butterfly kisses. mood lighting. rain hitting against the window. rainbows. sun rising. flower crowns. cuddling on the couch. head scratches. long phone calls. secrets. movie dates. traveling. snuggling under a pile of blankets. plushies. disney movies. face time calls. photo collages.

YANG JUNGWON [양정원]:: pillow forts. fluffy moments. cloud watching. dancing in the living room. heart-shaped eyes. messages on top of messages. neon glow parties. the smell of freshly cooked pancakes. secret code. your love language. spa day. vulnerable moments. sick day treatments. plans for the future. small gestures. smiles lighting up a room. the sound of I loves you. sharing every moment. pinkie promises.

NISHIMURA RIKI [西村 力]:: staring contests. pillow fights. sleepovers. hair-dos. protectiveness. convenience store runs. energetic energy. deep conversations. nuzzling. good morning kisses. homestyle cooking for you both. japanese & your language learning. soft laughter filling the air. moral support. singing together. roller skating dates. the smell of pizza and the sound of arcade games. tickle fights. enjoying each other's company. back scratches.

[moonblossom7]

Leviathan (obey me) x reader

There's a big thunderstorm and you're scared. Levi comforts you.

Genre: fluff Warnings: none

Levi could hear the rain pelting the roof, noticed the lights flicker now and then. He crossed his fingers, hoping the power wouldn't go out. He was playing a game and he hadn't had a chance to save in a while and would be so pissed if he lost his progress. When he got to the closest checkpoint, he quit for the night. It was better,in case the power went out.

Levi yawned and stretched, got up from his chair and started walking around the room. He stopped. He stood very still and held his breath. Was he hearing things? He could've sworn he heard footsteps in the hall, but he was usually the only one up this late. He doubted it was Lucifer. He never gave Levi trouble for staying up late,as long as he was quiet. Beel getting a midnight snack,maybe? But Beelzebub knew about that one creaky step on the staircase and always skipped it,so it wasn't him. Levi normally wouldn't mind, but with thunder so loud,every other sound was a million times creepier. There was a knock on the door, which caused him to jump. He crept across the floor, looking around for something that could be used as a weapon on the off chance it was a masked serial killer or something. What kind of murderer knocked anyway? Vampires, actually, that would make sense. They had to be invited in so naturally they would have to knock and -

"Levi?" Your voice broke through his thoughts, quiet and sounding a little spooked yourself . Leviathan opened the door quickly.

"Oh... it's you" he said, smiling a bit. "I was scared it might've been a serial killer or vampire or something." You laughed a bit, and the sound filled Levi with a warm feeling. "I'm sorry." You mumbled. He glanced over you, taking notice that you had carried your pillows and blanket in with you."Something wrong?" He asked. You shook your head. "No...no,not really. It's just... okay,I know it's a dumb fear but... I'm really scared of thunderstorms." You admitted, not making eye contact.

"And...and there was a big flash of lightning a bit too close to my window,so I kinda just grabbed my stuff and left, but then I was just in the hallway and it was dark which wasn't helping, and then I remembered you don't really sleep much so..."

Levi nodded at your explanation. He didn't really understand why you seemed embarrassed. "They kinda scare me too" he told you, finally closing his bedroom door again. "They do?" You asked,surprised. He nodded. He sat down on the floor among a pile of plushies and pillows. He patted the spot next to him, clearly offering for you to sit with him. You accepted. You got comfortable, wrapping your blanket around yourself.

"I like rain" Levi explained. "Just not storms. When I was a kid I was a huge fan, but I think experiencing a couple storms at sea kind of turned me off them for a while." You nodded. It was easy to forget that he was,in fact,part of Hell's navy. A pretty big part. Of course he'd seen worse storms than you could imagine,it was a rational fear to have. "Still," Levi continued. "If you can turn it into something cozy, it's not so bad." You looked at him, raising one eyebrow in questioning. "Y'know... use it as ambience or whatever. Or as an excuse to curl up with a good videogame,or drink your favorite tea or something." He explained. "Personally, I use it as an excuse to rewatch movies I find to be super nostalgic."

"Hmm. So what you're saying is you gotta find something to like about it?"He nodded. "Yeah, exactly." You thought about it for a minute, before snuggling up closer to him. Levi's face went red at the lack of distance between you two. "So...we could use it as an excuse for a sleepover?" You asked.

He nodded,a bit stiffly. "Totally. If that'll make you feel better " he managed to get out. He was still recovering from his breath being stolen by your unexpected cuddling.When Levi had calmed down, he got to work setting up a little sleepover.

the two of you built a blanket fort in front of his TV and gathered up some old cartoons on VHS tapes. You didn't even know Levi was into that kind of thing. You would've assumed he found the older tech clunky, annoying and inconvenient, but he insisted it was part of the experience. "-and honestly, it's the same as the pink filter thing with Sailor Moon. Sure it isn't the best quality, but without it,it just doesn't feel the same." He explained after a bit of a ramble.

Leviathan accompanied you back to your room so you could grab some stuff, and then to the kitchen to get some snacks. He swiped some candles from the hallway and other rooms on the way back. That way,if the power did go out, you'd be less scared. He knew there was a large overlap in people scared of storms and people scared of the dark and figured it was better to be safe.

Back in his bedroom, with the candles burning and the first movie on, things seemed less scary. The two of you were laying in the blanket fort, not moving too much in fear of knocking the whole thing down. You rested your head on his chest and hummed along to the music coming from the TV.

"You ever watch Thumbelina?" You asked after a while. He shook his head. He knew which version of the story you meant, having seen trailers for it on some of his other tapes, but he'd never actually watched it. You told him what you liked and disliked about it and what memories you had of watching it as a kid, even quietly admitting how much the toads used to scare you.

The rest of the night passed in a similar manner, having conversations that weren't very important and telling each other stories.  Levi played with your hair as you talked, your voice gradually growing softer and softer. Sometimes the thunder was particularly loud, causing you to jump, but he calmed you down, mumbling reassurances that you were safe and even working up the courage to leave soft kisses on your cheeks and on top of your head. After a while, you drifted off to sleep as the storm raged on. You dreamed of warm, pleasant places, candlelight ,cute little animals and,most surprisingly, Levi's sleepy voice mumbling through the lyrics of various Disney songs.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Random thought for the "Obey Me!" community to enjoy.

Poor MC is suffering through her monthly of doom. So she feels terrible and wants to not do anything.

Mammon finds MC hiding under a blanket and sniffling. So he lifts the blanket up to ask MC what's bugging her. Cue her bursting into tears for Mammon to have the deer in headlights moment.

Thankfully, Mammon texts the brothers for an emergency sleepover. The living room floor gets converted into a huge sleep nest. Belphegor brought fuzzy red blankets to hug MC from the side. Beelzebub got some rice and eggs and steamed veggies for MC to eat so she has healthy food. Asmodeus is combing MC's hair for her to tell MC that everything will be okay. Satan is doing a gentle massage to MC's tummy to help her not feel so bad. Leviathan got out all his relaxing anime to watch for them. Especially the farming isekai ones that MC loves. Mammon is hovering close to MC to try and look confident while internally worrying. Lucifer brings out mugs of hot drinks for them. MC gets Ginger tea with lemon and honey.

MC gets super pampered and snuggled. She falls asleep that night in a demon pile and with texts from Simeon, Luke and Solomon to wish her well and that she feels better soon.

[doctorsiren]

What happens if Miles and Phoenix monster shift at the same time? Is it just Trucy coming home to her hulking behemoth weredads?

Imagine Trucy bringing Jinxie home for a sleepover and Jinxie is convinced that steeping foot over the threshold will be feeding them both to the wolves/werebats.

Trucy just confidently struts in and snuggles into the lump of fur and feathers on the couch while Jinxie is praying.

They’re like this because their favourite got booted from the Great British Bake-Off 😔 /j

They make a big pile of blankets (sillyyyyy like a giant bird’s nest) because it’s more comfy than couch if it’s both of them

Jinxie’s like “I’m never coming over AGAIN. Sleepovers are at MY HOUSE only from now on 😭😭😭”

[crazylittlejester]

I can imagine the modern au gang (Twi Wars Sky) putting their mattresses on the floor or something and just having a group snuggle with their spiderman pajamas and a bunch of pillows and blankets if they have a rough week or something

ABSOLUTELY this has happened several times, because what is the point of living with your best friends if y’all don’t have a ‘sleepover’ once a week /j

the first time was a little while after Wars retired from skating and they were all over at the ranch. They just threw a bunch of pillows and blankets on the floor and Twi hooked up a tv on his floor and they watched youtube alskdkdk

now in their apartment, Wars’s room is the biggest (he pays the most rent and they gave him the bigger room because of his cats so they could have space), so his room is the one they pile in if it’s not the living room. Their apartment isn’t big enough for MATTRESSES but they bring so so so many blankets and pillows and build a fort whenever someone is just havin’ a bad day. Twi and Wars have to make sure Sky actually goes to bed before midnight and then if they’re not also tired (they usually are, especially Wars who wakes up at like 5 on weekdays) they’ll just annoy each other until someone falls asleep alskdkdl

the cats absolutely join them

[honeesucker]

Six -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count:  2,917

Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Content Warnings: HybridxHybrid assisted masturbation / sex toy usage, dirty talk, PTSD meltdown.

***This is essentially a short filler to progress the story, and to get something out. Next part already working on.

*Not proofread.

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It had been two weeks since the impromptu dinner and sleepover. Kirishima and TetsuTetsu had been over once more for a movie night and home-cooked dinner à la Bakugo, and another unintended sleepover since everyone was too tired to move from their spots in the living room; you and TetsuTetsu curled up with each other in a pile of blankets on the ground, and Kirishima and Bakugo snuggled on the large couch.  

Today was already half-over, and it had been a difficult day for you. You were having nightmares about the fight house, and it was setting you on edge with Bakugo, unintentionally and no one's fault, but you were snapping and growling each time he got too close to you. Currently he was watching you pace the living room, looking out of the balcony as he leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed over his muscled chest as he kept his narrowed gaze on every single one of your movements... but he was growing tired of letting you continue to spur yourself into more of a downward spiral. Something was up and he was going to figure out what it was.

“Pup,” Bakugo finally said using a harsh tone, though not angry. Your ears perked up, and your wide eyes scurried across the room until they landed on him. He gave you another command in the same hard tone. “Sit.”  

You immediately dropped to the ground, not even walking the two feet back to the couch as you plopped on your butt, sitting with your legs folded and your hands in your lap as you looked up at him with sad, scared eyes... your ears that perked up at his command now flattened against your head as you huffed from your growing anxiety. Bakugo walked over to you slowly, ensuring he wasn’t going too fast so you could anticipate his movements and not be spooked... Bakugo plopped down in front of you on the ground, his large hulking frame blocking your view as you looked up at him with a cautious stare.  

Bakugo moved his hands slowly as he opened his arms to you, giving you a curious look. “C’mere, Pup...” He said softly and you scrambled into his lap, snuggling up against his chest as your breathing hitched in your throat. Bakugo’s arms came around you in a tight grip as he held you to his chest, whispering soft words of comfort to you as he felt your body finally relax in his grip. “That’s it, Pup, you’re okay... everything’s okay.” Bakugo repeated while rubbing your back, your ears, threading his fingers through your hair with a gentleness not usually known with him. He hummed softly in his deep baritone voice, soothing you until you were a pile of puppy jelly in his arms, comfortable and at ease. “Those nightmares got you bad, huh?” Bakugo asked softly, and felt you nod slowly against his chest as he held you tighter to his body... his voice gentle as he asked his next question. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head slowly, eyes downcast as you flopped over in his lap, sighing softly and slowly finding yourself relaxing with the comfort brought by your proximity to Bakugo.

"S’okay Pup, we don’t always need to talk about things, sometimes we can just lean on each other, yeah?” Bakugo muttered softly, his hand petting sweet circles on your head between your ears, his other came up to boop your nose playfully until his movements stop and he pressed the back of his hand against your head. “You’re burning up... you feeling okay, Pup?” Bakugo asked, leaning down to peer at you closer as you huffed again in his lap, turning over with a flushed expression.

“Feel hot,” is all you say, and soon a deep pink flush is taking over your cheeks and neck, and Bakugo doesn’t know what to do, his whole body freezing the second you start nosing down at his crotch. “H-Hurts, help please.” Your choppy speech and needy look of desire paired with your face so close to his hardening cock through his sweats was enough to have Bakugo jolt up away from you, flipping you from his lap and down onto the ground with a harsh thud.

“I’m gonna call the facility, see if your counselor can help... you... you stay, Pup.” Bakugo mutters the command nervously, the sudden change in your demeanor from your earlier aggression to this had him reeling.

Your body was on fire, a burning river of molten desire churning its way from your core to every tip of your toes, fingers and the top of your head... you felt the itch of desperate need in the center of your palms and the pit of your stomach. You heard Bakugo’s deep voice from the other room, the reverberation reaching your keen ears as you slowly writhe on the ground. You had your ass up in the air, your cheek to the cold floor as your hands reach below your belly, into your bottoms as your fingers find purchase on your clit... your fingers stroking quick circles as you whimper and move along the floor, finding no satisfaction in your own hand as you growled lowly in frustration.

In the other room Bakugo could hear strange noises from the living room where he left you, but as he was on the phone with Hana, who had just briefed him on your difficult heats and PTSD given you were almost always abused during your heats at the hybrid fight house.  

So that explained your aggression this morning.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Bakugo mumbled, a little nervous as he tried to navigate this new situation.  

Hana answered in a kind, clinical way. “Bakugo there are a few options depending on the type of relationship you want to keep with your hybrid: you can provide toys and an outlet for her to help herself though this is often a last resort as it doesn’t offer much relief for the hybrid themselves... you can help her by engaging in play, or full-on sexual activity yourself, or you can reach out to a hybrid heat network and find a suitable heat partner for her...” Hana continued talking but Bakugo’s brain was flooded with all the new information, new ways in which he needed to care for you... he didn’t expect to be told to fuck you himself... a hot red blush burned on his cheeks as he continued on a little longer with Hana, before hanging up with a rushed thank you.

“Katsuki,” a pathetic little whimper came from the living room as Bakugo made his way back to you, seeing you with your bottoms and panties down to your knees, your ass up in the air as you furiously circled your hardening nub.  

“Just, hang on Pup... hang on, gonna get you some help, okay?” Bakugo said nervously, pulling his phone from his pocket as he hit the familiar call button on his recent contact.

“Heeeyyy Bakubro! What’s going on?” Kirishima’s familiar, jovial tone rang loudly through the phone as Bakugo blushed softly at his next words.  

“Eijiro, I need your help. Pup is uh... she’s uh...” Bakugo muttered nervously, not usually one to lack words for anything. “She’s in heat? I don’t know what I’m doing.” Bakugo finished and he could hear a bit of shuffling on the other end and the jingling of keys.

“On my way, want me to bring TetsuTetsu? I can also stop at the store on my way and get her some toys for herself...” Kirishima trailed on, and Bakugo just agreed.  

Bring toys, bring TetsuTetsu... bring everything.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Bakugo had scooped you up and put you down in the comfort of your bed as you rolled around whining and writhing but within fifteen minutes of him locking you in your room away from him and his inability to handle this new obstacle, a knock came at the door. Bakugo rushed to the door, opening it to see an excited TetsuTetsu and a smirking Kirishima who handed over a very full plastic bag.

“I got a bit of everything for the little Pup, but it’s best for hybrids to be engaged with primarily by a partner to ease the symptoms...” Bakugo’s head filled with so many thoughts as he looked through the bag, Kirishima still droning on and on in the background as he sets the bag on the countertop... taking things out of their packaging, removing tags and sterilizing them before he walked with a handful of cute dildos, grinding toys, and vibrating toys to your bedroom. Bakugo slowly opened the door to find you sobbing, no longer writhing or rolling around on your bed or touching yourself... just lying prone and crying, soft sniffles leaving you as your bright watery eyes look over at him.

“Pup! Are you okay?” Bakugo questions softly, leaning down as he sets everything down on the bed and kneels beside you, his hand tentatively coming up to rub your head between your ears gently. “S’okay Pup, I got your friend here to help and Kirishima brought you all of these, too... wanna give it a try?” Bakugo urged you on, his hand running over the variety of toys as he showed a couple of them to you, watching as the tip of your tail gave little nervous taps as you sniffled and nodded, palming away the tears in your eyes.  

Bakugo paused for a moment before speaking. “Hey Pup, Kirishima brought TetsuTetsu over... do you want him to help you?”  

Your ears perked up as your eyes glazed over a bit, your nose going up in the air as you sniffed and then nodded eagerly, your tail wagging faster against the mattress making a soft thumping sound.

“I’ll go get him, okay... but you just shout out for me if you change your mind, okay?” Bakugo waited for you to nod your agreement before he got up, walking back out into the living room and coming face to face with Kirishima and an excited TetsuTetsu who couldn’t help but sniff the air, his tail wagging fast behind him as his eyes were equally excited and glazed over with growing desire. “She agreed... so TetsuTetsu, if you wanna go help our girl out, head on in.” That’s all Bakugo had to say to have TetsuTetsu taking off with haste as he scrambled across the living room, down the hall and into your open door.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

No words had to be spoken.

TetsuTetsu felt a shudder run through his body at the sweet, musky scent that filled the room as he stepped in, shutting the door behind him with a soft click as he padded over on careful, soft steps. He saw as your eyes were big and pleading, watching his every move as he made his way closer to you and the pile of the toys on the bed.

“Hi Puppy,” TetsuTetsu said carefully, reaching out a slow hand to pet your head as you huffed and panted softly. “I know we’ve played before back at the facility but I’m asking again: Do you wanna play together?” TetsuTetsu used a careful, soft tone as he spoke to you, his hand still massaging gently against your head. He smiled as you nodded your head after a moment of thinking it over.

“Y-Yes, please... h-help.” Your voice was hoarse and weak, needy.

He nodded and his hand trailed down from your head, along your spine and down to the roundness of your rear as he gave the plush, soft flesh a squeeze. “I’ll help you, Puppy.” His voice was deep, calmer and steadier than his normal hurried speech and it sent a shiver through your body, the way the end of his words almost came out as growls. TetsuTetsu’s other hand trailed across the soft sheets toward the pile of new toys, his hand grabbing at a knotted canine dildo that vibrated. He wondered what kind of thoughts were running through your little puppy brain... the need to be knotted and bred, fat with pups and fucked dumb.  

“P-Please,” your whine caught his attention, his cock hardening against his trousers as he looked up to see your eyeing him and looking down at the toy now in his hand. TetsuTetsu smirked down at you as he hummed softly.

“What, Puppy, you want this big ol’ knot in your little hole?” TetsuTetsu mused with a teasing tone to his voice that made you squirm as you nodded your head eagerly. “Well, I better give the needy little Puppy what she wants then, hm?” He said as he slowly trailed the hand from the swell of your ass to the apex of your thighs, his hand hovering over your pussy as he felt the warmth coming from your sopping heat. His fingers delicately spreading your labia as a finger slowly dipped inside your pussy as he fingers you at a glacial pace, your whining only increasing as you backed your ass up against his palm to get more of him inside of you. “Tsk, tsk... what a greedy puppy.” He teased softly, withdrawing his finger to watch the slick string along his finger connected from your pussy before it snapped. He sucked on his own finger, licking it clean of your slick as he groaned softly. “You taste so good Puppy...”

TetsuTetsu brought the knotted dildo up to your entrance, running the plastic length along your slick folds to gather up enough lubrication to slip the pointed tip into your hungry pussy. The dildo stretching your walls as TetsuTetsu pushed more and more of the length into you, soon pumping the dildo in at a relentless pace mimicking one that would come from another dog hybrid... he watched the sweet, fucked-out look on your face as he pressed the length deep into your pussy, up until the bulbous knot hit your entrance...

… and it was this motion that triggered a memory in your head as your whole body froze and suddenly a growl ripped from your throat as your hazy mind cleared, your eyes widening and a scream piercing the air as you scrambled away from TetsuTetsu who was left shaking and wide-eyed, wondering if he hurt you somehow.  

“P-Puppy...?” TetsuTetsu asked, but you weren’t in your right state of mind, you were sobbing and kicking at the air, as if fighting off someone he couldn’t see. He opens the door and calls out to Kirishima and Bakugo who come running within seconds. Kirishima’s eyes wide as he pulls TetsuTetsu out of the room, and Bakugo crouches down in front of your flailing form, trying to make sense of what started this episode.

Bakugo wrapped his arms around you, letting you kick and scratch as him as you nip and scratch his arms, his strength and determination to calm you down overriding any pain he might feel from the fearful assault. “Kirishima!” Bakugo called, and saw his friend leaning in the doorway, keeping TetsuTetsu at bay who could be heard whining and whimpering in the living room, still thinking he did something wrong. “Maybe you both should leave... I’ll handle this, thanks for coming over and trying to help.” Bakugo muttered softly, Kirishima bidding his goodbye and saying he’ll text him later to check up on them.

Bakugo could hear the jingle of keys, as Kirishima picked up his stuff and slipped on his shoes – he could hear the soft click! of the door as they both left, and soon it was just you and Bakugo.

“Hey Pup,” Bakugo cooed softly to you, you were still struggling in his arms weakly, but soon all the fight went out of you as you can back down, your vision clearing as you looked up at him confused, unsure of what just happened. “Hey, Pup, there you are...” he cooed softer still, smiling down at you. “Something scared you, huh? Wanna talk about it?” You were squirming in his lap, still in the throes of your heat as you tried to quell your anxiety for long enough to form a coherent sentence.  

“S-Scared...” you finally murmured. Bakugo swallowed hard, nodding, ready to protect you from any threat, real or imagined.  

“Scared of what, Pup?” He questioned softly.

You shook your head slowly, a shudder running through your body as you curled up in his lap. “S-Scared... w-was back at t-the... bad house... r-remember heats there h-hurt... made me breed...” your words were broken and a bit of pieced together nonsense to someone like Bakugo who didn’t have the full picture, but he didn’t need the whole picture, just needed to know something bothered you, and he’d make sure you’d never face it again.  

“S’okay, Pup... you’re not back at the bad house, I won’t ever let you be alone or hurt again.” Bakugo murmured softly, snuggling you in his large, strong arms. “We got each other, yeah?” You nodded, sniffling softly as you relaxed in his arms, finally coming down from your panic.

“C-Can... Can Katuski help me?” You questioned softly, and Bakugo knew what you were asking.  

“I... uh, d-do ya really want me, Pup? I can call back TetsuTetsu... and you can go slow-” Bakugo was cut off immediately.  

“No! Want you, just you...” you pleaded with big eyes.

“Okay Pup, you have me...” Bakugo muttered softly, a bit nervous as to what he’s just gotten himself into.

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[whalesforhands]

the mandatory beach fic bcs nobody will ever write what i want and i have to do it myself

summer days and the heat haze pt.1 (geto x reader x gojo) pt.ii

PSA TO START PUTTING UR DAMN AGES IN UR BIOS OR AT LEAST HAVE SOME WAY TO CONVEY YOUR AGE OR ELSE I HAVE TO BLOCK SO MANY OF YOU EVERYDAY 😭

warnings: third year au, i want to see stsg happy, nobody requested this, can you believe i let gojo shine in this, i’m starting to use more curse words, slight spice, barely any shoko (SORRY)

You settle the luggage on the wooden floor, humming softly as you as you unpack your belongings. Suguru is helping beside you, his expression as calm as ever as he helps settle the heavier bags by your side.

You try to lift one of the bigger duffel bags he was carrying. (It can’t be that heavy, right?)

Your arms give, the strain screaming at your muscles. Even using the full strength of your body, the bag remains on the floor, you barely lifted an inch off the ground.

(Gojo’s entire bathroom was in there.)

A chuckle was heard as you feel a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you aside as Geto moves forth and picks up the bag with ease, throwing it over his shoulder with one hand.

He pats your head, a consolation for trying.

“Leave it to me.”

You pout, indignant and slightly embarrassed. “I could’ve done that too.”

He smiles. “I’m sure you could’ve.”

You hold back your retort when you hear the door creak open, Shoko walking in, arms crossed with a pair of one of the many sunglasses Gojo owned upon her face, a lax Satoru with his arms folded behind his head trailing behind her. His Hawaiian shirt was left unbuttoned all the way, whistling as he shut the door behind him.

“I don’t see why we have to all sleep in the same room.” Shoko had puffed out, her various bags strewn on the waxed, expensive flooring of the lodge. “Especially with you two.”

“I think it’d be fun.” You assured, trying to console your huffy friend as you helped organize everyone’s skincare products on top of a dresser. “Like a sleepover!”

“Gojo’s redeeming qualities?” She paused, twirling a strand of her hair with her finger before she smiled.

“His wallet. And only that.”

“Aww, I knew you’d love it at least!” You’re suddenly tackled from behind, a buff arm latching itself around your hips as you fell backwards from the sudden weight, your head coming into contact with a hard chest.

Shoko had grown increasingly annoyed with the humidity of the vacation home, heading off to find the remote for the AC whilst admiring the interior with hidden excitement.

(Luxury sure felt good.)

Gojo nuzzled his face into your hair from above, “I knew my darling (name) would enjoy my plans!” He snuggled close to you, other arm coming just below your breasts, brushing dangerously close as he innocently snuggled against you.

“Satoru, did you forget your toothbrush?!”

You feel Gojo huff into your neck.

“No!”

“And why is your bag only full of snacks?!”

“(nameeeeee),” You hear him whine into your ear. “Tell Suguru to stop yelling at me!” He sniffles, arms tightening around your form as he felt the giggles rumbling from your body.

(You’re so cute.)

“Suguru!” You call out, feeling the man behind you physically straighten, anticipating your defense for him that will surely let him off the hook from his boyfriend.

“Satoru didn’t bring your hair mask!”

“Wha- You traitor!” Betrayal.

“HE WHAT?”

——

Sundress billowing in the wind, holding onto your sun hat as you breathed in the fresh ocean air.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Suguru had called out whilst sitting on the mat he had set up on the sand, watching you tenderly as the wind blew through your hair, a bottle of sunscreen in his hands.

“More so than usual.” You grin, kicking your sandals off and letting your hat flop itself down onto a pile of the shared belongings as you roll onto the mat beside him.

(It was quiet. Shoko having been sent off to get the drinks from the fridge as Satoru was tasked with getting the toys he had brought along to ‘Spice up the ocean fun!’)

He laughs, laying down beside you before propping himself up on his elbow, his body turned to the side as he watched you. His eyes trailed you from top to bottom, enjoying the sight of you all pretty and happy.

“No swimsuit? I’m disappointed.” It was teasing, feigned hurt in his voice as he prodded at your lack of swimming attire whilst at a beach.

(He didn’t mind at all. You looked gorgeous in that dress.)

You giggled. “It’s in here,” Your hand came up to your chest, lightly pulling the fabric down to expose your cute swimsuit.

(Suguru had averted his eyes, much like the gentleman he was.)

“But you’re right. Maybe I should take it off.” You sigh out, noticing how Suguru’s own hawaiian shirt had already been unbuttoned, showing off his sculpted abs and broad chest.

(You would’ve kept staring if he hadn’t snapped you out of it with that knowing smirk on his face.)

You began to undo the ribbons on your shoulders, letting the straps fall and flutter down to around your waist. Tugging down your long skirt and off your legs as your cute one piece swimsuit, with it’s adorable little ribbon highlights and in a calm shade of pink, was revealed to a pair of hungry eyes.

Eyes that were reveling in the sight of your bare skin, soft and glossy and beautiful.

“As expected, it suits you.”

You laugh, lightly shoving Geto’s shoulder. “Say that to yourself first. I like the matching shirts you and Satoru have on…” You trail off, noticing the cream he had yet to pop open in his hand.

“Can I help?”

——

You squeeze the sunscreen into your hands, letting it coat your fingers as uncertainty overtook you.

Was it really okay to touch him?

You hear him laugh, as if he knew of your hesitance.

“You can touch me, you know?”

(He doesn’t mind if it’s you.)

With confirmation, you gingerly begin to work the sunscreen onto his back, running over every muscle, eyes politely looking away from the claw marks that were almost fading away.

(Scars not gained from a dangerous mission. But from a certain white-haired man.)

He gets up, turning his body and settling you on his lap, a grateful smile on his face. “Thank you.”

Your arms came up to wrap around his neck to remain steady, not knowing you were so close to him already. The proximity barely there, chest all pressed up against his own bare one.

Suguru is attractive. You already knew that. But looking at him up close, it’s really quite the experience.

Your hands hold his face subconsciously, a method to let you get a better look.

He lets you.

“Suguru…” Your thumbs caress the eyebags formed from countless sleepless nights plagued by nightmares of the past.

“You’re pretty.”

It’s silent, the lull of the waves crashing gently against the shore. The seagulls calling alongside the faint chatter of the crowd.

You’re thankful for picking such a secluded spot.

You hear him burst out laughing, a larger hand coming up to cup over one of your own, his hands warm, rough. It felt good nonetheless.

“I think…”He brings your held hand up to his lips, lightly kissing the skin, holding your gaze with his. “You’re prettier.”

You fluster under his intense stare and sweet actions.

He tucks back a strand of your hair.

“Your turn now, I suppose?” He chuckles, thumb mindlessly tracing circles on your hip. His hand was warm. Trailing slow and sensual in nature as you shivered slightly.

You’re staring into his eyes again. If… If you moved closer, you’d both kis-

“Are you both done flirting over here?”

Shoko. She’s back with the drinks. Suguru doesn’t falter even at her appearance, his strong hands cupping themselves around your waist.

“Not yet.” He sends a grin towards her, his chin upon your shoulder. “Mind leaving us alone for a while more?”

——

“What’s a beautiful lady like you doing out here?”

You stiffen. (Where’s Shoko? Suguru? Sato-)

“I asked you a question, lady.” The two men tower over you, one with his hands on his hip

“I’m just- L-Looking for my friends?”

“Well, how about us? You and I could get really acquainted with each other.” He said that last sentence with a purr, his friend laughing out loud and calling him a sleaze as his eyes uncomfortably trailed you from head to toe.

“Um, that’s nice and all, but I-I think my own friends are worried about me.” You move to leave, trying to get past their bigger bodies.

“Hey, hey.” He blocks your path. “We’re just trying to be friendly, you know?” His eyes remain glued to your chest.

“You look real pretty. Haven’t seen ya round before.” You heard the other say, his arm brushing you as you flinched away.

“Yo, don’t need to be so scared, pretty girl. We’re harmless.”

Their words felt dirty, the way the words trailed from their mouths so different from the way Suguru or Satoru would say them.

(You didn’t like it.)

“Here, take a popsicle. Our treat.” His hand outstretched, holding the already unwrapped aforementioned treat.

“It’s okay, I-I don’t want it.” Your reply is immediate, unrest beginning to seep into your bones as you begin to back away, turning around only to be met with the other man.

(You’d rather deal with 100 curses than any of these men.)

“Come on, girl. Just try it, will you? We so kindly bought it just for pretty ladies like you.” He shoves the treat in your face, looking slightly melted from the heat of the sun.

“I’m… really fine, thank you…” Your voice was beginning to grow small, your trembling hand struggling to hold the stupid treat. You’re afraid again.

(Why? Stop. Stop being scared.)

His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, hand raised. “Listen, bitch-“

A hand reaches out, grasping the man’s wrist in his hand and taking a chomp out of your popsicle. He smacks his lips, tasting the treat as he chewed, before he spits it out, sticking his tongue out in disgust, as if airing it out to rid itself of the taste.

“Blegh. Tastes like cheap shit.”

Gojo grabs it out of his hold, ignoring the pointed looks of the increasingly agitated teenagers as he drops it onto the sand.

“You shouldn’t eat such things,” He coos, approaching you and tilting your head up whilst the other caressed your cheek. Your eyes nervously flit between him and the surrounding men. “Suguru’s gonna come back with better ones, yeah? We’ll eat them together.” His arm pulls you in by your waist, settling itself on your bare skin. He’s comforting you.

“Yo dude, what’s your probl-“

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tuts, shushing him as the men begin to close in on the both you. “Can’t you see I’m trying to console my sugar honey bunny from the bad, ugly men trying to get with her?”

“Mwah!” He kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry my sweetest snookums, I’ll give you so many kisses you’ll forget the disgusting sight you saw today!”

(You’re cringing at the nickname, but so thankful for being saved. You’ll tolerate it just for now.)

“Look, your bitc-“

“Hey.” Gojo finally looks the so called ‘leader’ in the eye. “Could you kindly shut up?”

“Why you little-!” You hardly had time to react before Gojo had caught the attacker’s fist.

Holding the man’s fist in his palm, slowly squeezing as the boy screams, slow, loud cracks emanating as Gojo smiles, hearing the satisfying breakage of his fingers.

“Fuck! My fucking hand-! Isamu, you useless fucker! Call the damn- Agh!”

Gojo kicks the boy back, making him land on his ass as he continued to grip his broken hand in pain.

“Oops. You crying already?” Satoru’s hand is back around your waist as he begins to walk you away from the scene. “Better get that checked out soon.” He salutes the duo, leading you away as you nervously follow, eyes flitting between the boy hunched over on the ground, clutching his hand as he cried in excruciating pain.

“You bastard…!”

The other boy suddenly pounced, lunging at the both of you with a thirst for revenge, the shine of a pocket knife glinting in the sunlight.

You act immediately, holding your hand out to form your barrier befor-

You blink. You’re back at the lounge, landing softly upon the couch.

“What? You didn’t actually expect me to stay out there, did you?” Satoru yawned, stretching out on the sofa.

“Plus, you and Suguru would’ve been more mad at me if I attacked the other one too.” He mumbled, grabby hands reaching for you.

You’re speechless. You don’t even complain when he pulls you onto his lap, arms winded tight around you as he cuddles into you.

“Now rub my head and praise me if you’re thankful.”

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Notes:

I imagine Gojo in this to be less tolerant of non-sorcerers, never really growing into the mindset that the ‘Strong HAVE to protect the weak’. At most he tolerates them, but doesn’t really care. If they get hurt, so be it.

Geto, on the contrary, is a strong believer of the aforementioned mindset.

Suguru does not like being touched. He WILL actively avoid people and isn’t afraid to show it. There are only certain people who can bypass this unsaid rule of his. (You are one of them.)

Shoko, did not, in fact leave you and Suguru alone. She made a big show of making you lay on your front, undoing the top of your swimsuit and exposing your bare back as she smoothed her hand over your skin. (With sunscreen on her hand.)

When Suguru looks at you, it’s hard to describe. All you can ever see is how lovely his smile is, how loving his gazes can get. It’s a lovely experience. You love it when he does it.

[roseofithaca]

Also they didn't move out straight away. That deal would have taken a while to go through plus usual moving hassle. They got to spend the rest of that Christmas and New Year together and then probably the night before they moved out, Mike took Mia to his parents and Alison got a final sleepover, with the house all to themselves, doing whatever they wanted and her getting a bit tipsy and emotional telling them how much they mean to her. The ghosts got drunk vicariously through her and by the end everyone was sobbing and hugging and then retching because they forgot they couldn't hug her but tried anyway and then laughed some more then all fell asleep in a snuggle pile similar to the Woodworm Men scene in the tent.

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🍋 Asmodeus x AMAB Reader || More Than Just A Taste~ 🍋

Word Count - 4, 136 words

Genre - Smut/Rated R/18+

Scenario - Asmo wakes up looking for a bit of fun from one of his favorite humans (you). Who would you be to not give him exactly what he wants?~

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Please enjoy the story! I hope you love it!

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Light pours into the room, running over two figures that are laid in a snuggly pile of pillows and blankets and such.

Turns out, the house had needed a bit of a break. Recently everyone had been working so hard and Mammon and Asmodeus had come to a conclusion that a sleepover would be great.

There were a bit of complaints but everyone had interestingly enough come to an understanding and so pizza had been ordered, snacks had been made, movies had become analyzed… This actually wasn't such a bad idea.

It was a thought that everyone had eventually came down to, especially you who had been eager from the very start.

You had seemed to have the most fun, from eating the popcorn with Beelzebub to hysterical laughter with Leviathan.

You had fallen asleep before you even realized it, cuddled up with a certain strawberry blond who seemed to already be awake, humming softly while gently rubbing up and down your side. It's light, unconscious even, the little giggle you let out as his fingers drum along your side and when he hears it he grows a smug, sinister look on his lips.

You had slept enough by now right? After all, you were the first to eventually doze off against him. Surely, waking you up now wouldn't be a problem right? And even if it did, you could just forgive him later, yes?

He hums, admiring the sunlight as a crack of it shines along your skin from a crack in the curtains. One of his hands slowly move under you, wrapping around you to caress you stomach, ruffling your shirt before slowly lifting. His other hand continues it's antics, drumming fingers turn to nails lightly running over the now exposed skin of your stomach and you fall right into his trap, waking up with delirious little laughs.

“W…What are you up to?~” you snort, squirming a little, arching into his hold as if to somehow run from the attack but Asmodeus seems to have a nice, firm hold.

He leans in, his breath warm against your throat as he presses against your back and it makes you shiver all over. You could never understand, fathom if these moments between you and him..with his powers you were sure he could make you bend to his whim at any time but you had also come to an understanding that you definitely felt attraction towards the King of Lust whether he used his powers or not. He didn't have to make you submit because you were always ready for him nonetheless. Even with the question you know exactly what he's doing and you nibble at your bottom lip, breath hitching as the uncontrollable need to laugh and the arousal running through you seems to boggle your mind.

“Must I explain? What else am I supposed to do when you're so happily snuggled up to me?” He questions with a playful edge, his voice soft but firm in your ear and you shudder.

“Plus, do you really expect me to resist when you were whimpering and whining my name in your sleep?” He says though his sentence ends in a growl now, his teeth nipping your ear and making you jolt. It's not until you're breathless and shivering, twisting at the feeling of his other hand cupping your crotch that you notice just how hard you are already and with the way he pulls back and giggles Asmodeus seems just as surprised by the appearance.

“Your body is just so honest whenever it's in my care~” he coos, warm breath running over your skin as he moves and nuzzles his face into your nape. He fondled you, cupping your bulge and listening as your voice comes out as a strangled moan. Finding your voice again becomes a hassle, especially when you find yourself rocking against him, rolling your hips between the friction of his hand and his own hips.

He's hard, you can feel it distinctively against your ass, hot and heavy.

“I love that~” he practically sings softly and sweetly in your ear, all cute and innocent even though his intentions are very much clear.

“What…what about the other's?” You breathe, nearly whimpering as his other hand moves to tug down you night pants. You gasp, being exposed and you cock twitching, standing proudly and red at the tip.

“What about em?” He purrs in response and clearly you've managed to fall right into the jaws of a predator. Prey squirming and shivering as his hand moves to run down your stomach, nails gently running along your skin and making your eyes flutter shut tightly. When his hand finally wraps around the base of your cock your breath hitches and you moan brokenly, rutting your hips into his hand and the feeling of pleasure that claws up your spine as he lets you use his hand is enough to make you forget for just a moment that the two of you were in fact not alone.

Someone stirs, groaning slowly in the background and in shock you move a hand to cover your mouth, eyes snapping open while the other hand shoots to grab shakily onto the demon's own wrist.

Asmodeus moves his free hand, the one that's not currently wrapped around your length and quickly covers your mouth for a second.

He seems to pause but not completely, still rolling his wrist around your cock and do so slowly and firmly and it makes your body quake and your eyes roll. You couldn't believe he was putting you through this right now but knowing him of course he was. The idea of being caught probably didn't even bother him and as much as you wanted to say the opposite you had to admit that maybe… you got a bit of a rush from the very idea as well.

What has he made you into?

It's not to say you didn't know a thing or thing about a thing or two but being with Asmodeus was always an experience.

He had done many, many, sinful things now and if he hadn't done them yet he definitely planned to and maybe… this was one of those times.

The Demon of lust seems to pull his hands back for a moment, nails raking back and over your hips and it gets a giggle out of you and a wiggle and as he looks at your back with hungry, lidded eyes, Asmo uses just a bit of magic to slip out of his own pants. Not completely no but enough for his own eager cock to jump out, slapping against your cheeks. It's hot against you honeyed skin and immediately you know what it is, cheeks turning a dark shade of red before you give that ass of yours a wiggle.

It seems to excite the demon, his nails digging in just a bit more as he holds you and his breath coming out in a few pants.

“Careful… don't think I can't hush that mouth of yours even in a scenario like this~” Asmo cooes and just as one would imagine it stirs the already boiling heat in your gut even more. You needed this, needed him and your heart was racing but oh were you eager, eager to have him touch you, rub you, play you like the toy you are.

He bites his bottom lip behind you, admiring your back and smooth lovely skin and then down to your lush, thick ass and his cock that rested beautifully against the cleft of it, his skin standing out against your skin and he loved it almost too much. He just wants to put you on your tummy and fuck your ass open until you begged for mercy or take you and record you for all to see but for now he's content with this… content with his hard cock rested against those juicy cheeks.

He gives a rut, pulling you and rubbing his cock against your skin and it sends the most delicious vibrations running through you just knowing he's just as excited as you are. A pattern is quickly formed, him rocking against you and you rocking back against him and of course at some point Asmodeus leans in whisper the filthiest of things to you. The things he dreams of doing, the things he desperately wants to do and he's kissing at your skin. His lips going from your jawline to your throat and when his cock slips and slides between your thighs thanks to the slick he's built up the both of you seem to moan.

His cock slides against your twitching anus having threatened to penetrate it before slipping on sweet juices the two of your bodies had formed and with guided slick the meaty head of his cock grinded firmly between your thighs before laying hotly under your own cock. It makes your back arch, makes your mouth fall open and your hands grip at the blankets against you and your toes curl and he definitely notices. Asmodeus leans in, groaning lowly, opening his mouth and showing his fangs before lightly biting down into your shoulder and even though the pressure isn't too heavy you feel you asshole twitch with yearning and your cock jumps as precum drips heavily from the tip.

You need him, need him so bad to just stick it in and honestly yours losing your mind, the way that the feeling of his cock heavily pressing against you seems to make you…giggle.

It's like an itch and one your body can't seem to fully handle and so when the noise leaves you Asmo lifts a playful brow, grinning against your skin before sinking his teeth in just a bite harder, forming an indent and you feel yourself completely break.

It's so hard to explain the way Asmodeus feels when he's against you. Of course you knew what he was, who he was but there was nothing like actually being in his arms, held tightly against him while lips ran over you. You get hot and bothered by many things but there was just something specific that seemed to come with him, not just him but everyone…

It's because he's Asmodeus and you enjoy him so much, enjoy when he touches you, tastes you, fucks you and both of you knew that.

“A-Asmo..” you manage to choke out, blushing even heavier as you feel his cock twitch at the way you say his name.

He doesn't immediately respond, purring instead, pulling back from you to take hold of your ass cheeks and spread them. The cool breeze of air that runs over your entrance makes you heart jump into your throat, a mewl falling from your lips as you realize Asmodeus is taking in the scene, the way his cock looks stuffed happily between your thighs while one of the lewdest parts of you glistens on display just for him.

There's a moment where his eyes seem to darken and you shudder, practically feeling the energy vibrating off of him as he lingers close. It's a weighted scent, one that sends emotions through you in a way that makes you just want to give in already. It's good being even just this close to him and Asmodeus has hardly even done anything to you yet. You revel, cheeks red with the blush that colors you beautifully bronze skin and your cock jumping, twitching in excitement.

It's only now that a surge of magic seems to ripple through the air before you find yourself getting wrapped up in the man's arms and hauled up easily. You move to squeak out loud but Asmo quickly covers your mouth with a firm hand, pressing close to your back as he holds you and then begins to move, gathering your sweet body in his arms before quickly moving away and putting distance between the two of you and the group.

He takes you away, quickly moving and rushing to his room, entering and kicking the door closed behind him just to fall with you onto his fluffy bed and sheeting in a fit of limbs.

He huffs out a laugh as you chuckle, his hair slightly messy and his eyes shining as he now towers over your form, looking down at you and your face… your beautiful skin and hard cock which stood proudly even though your shorts loosely hung around your ankles. As he moved to lift your thighs, smooth and warm hands slowly sliding over and under your melanated thighs in order to push them up and it makes you blush deeply especially as Asmodeus doesn't see any problem with looking at you as if you were a meal beautifully wrapped up just for him to dig into. He takes his time even though he's so excited himself, moving in close after a moment, his eyes lidded and focused and yours and you feel your heart banging around in your chest like it's trying to escape your desire for lust even though you definitely weren't going anywhere now.

Not after he so easily swept you up in his arms and ran off like a knight in shining armor.

You wait until he's close, closer than he's probably ever been and gently brush your lips over his own and Asmodeus hums softly at the reaction before pressing his lips into yours.

He's careful at first, so patient and caring and then he gets rougher, nipping and biting your lip after you've kissed for so long that you began to lose your breath. His lips are smooth, his mouth so adamant and your head was spinning, your body growing more and more desperate as the two of you taste each other. It's addicting, the way his lips feels against yours, so much so that when he pulls away… even for just a moment, you manage to whimper.

“Don't worry, I'll take care of you~” Asmodeus coos and it sends you into a frenzy, much more so when he leans in, kissing your lips once more before moving and kissing your jawline and then your throat. As he nips at your collar bone just moments later you groan out, hands moving to grab hold of him but Asmo seems to see it coming, lifting his gaze to look up at you with those eyes of his and while you can see he wants you you can also see that he clearly… wants you to wait. To behave. You suck in a breath before shakily moving your hands to instead grip at the sheets under you.

He doesn't rush; though he's careful as if he's counting the pores on your tanned skin, humming softly here and there when you seem to stir as he presses his lips against spots that are sensitive. He finds it alluring, cute, attractive and Asmodeus can't seem to really control himself the more kisses he lays against that skin. The heated smooches lead lower and lower until you lose track of controlling your own desire. Just from kisses alone he has you rolling your head back, biting your bottom lip, shivering… and you can't imagine what it'll feel when you actually give yourself to him.

“A-Asmo-” you whine only to jerk, gasping loudly when something hot and slippery runs leisurely over your puckered anus. He purrs between your legs, liking that sound…loving the reaction and so Asmodeus does it once more. Trailing that heated tongue of his slowly and firmly over you asshole and as you mewl, twitching and squeezing around nothing already Asmo takes the time to now wrap a hand slowly around your cock as his tongue swipes and swirls sinfully at that sensitive hole of yours. There's nothing you can do but accept that passion, panting now and heavily as your eyes flutter shut and squeeze tight. You move your hands down, freeing the sheets from the death grip you had on them and now moving them under your hips.

Asmo keeps his eyes on you, lidded and curious and when you take hold of you fat and plush ass cheeks before spreading them for him.. holding them open some more as well as your thighs which shook now, Asmo felt something in himself fall apart.

“A-Asmo… Asmodeus please..” you gasped, breathing heavily as your toes curl now. How could you not? Who would you be to refuse him?

You simply couldn't and he loved knowing that.

He pulls back from you puckered and now slobbery wet anus, taking a moment to watch you pant and watch it twitch, clearly craving to be filled. Asmodeus was hard, extremely and so much so that he also moves to now slowly wrap his hand around the based of your heated cock.

It makes you cry out, the feeling of him touching you where you seemed to need it the most while also taking the time to continue eating your ass.

You can't seem to handle your voice now, nipples hard and cheeks red as your legs settled on his shoulders. As long as you've been here now there just always was something that absolutely drove him crazy about this demon and the others.

Asmo eventually pulls away, slowly; his head carefully pulls back and a strand of saliva can be seen connecting him to you before the strand breaks and begins to cool on your twitch anus. His cheeks are red too, granted probably not as bad as your own but when Asmo looks you in the eyes again he chuckles softly before snuggly wrapping his hand around your cock again but this time he gathers your testicles in his hold as well… kinda like a cock ring. Holding you in the most sensitive of places right now.

You whine loudly not caring at all now if there was a possibility of getting caught because you were getting off one way or another.

“I love hearing you beg~...” He breathes, panting heavily before he lets you go but only for a moment in order to pull his trousers down and release his cock from his confines. It jumps out, hard and pink at the tip due to sensitivity and you blush deeply when you return to look at it taking in account of its impressive length and the sweet, smooth skin of it that just made you want to touch it all over and in every way possible.

“Do it more.~” Asmo purrs as he moves to put his hands back on you and like a good boy you lay back again but not without reaching your hand out to touch him so more. It's hard not to with him being so close, Asmodeus really was a fine man and it was clear just why he was known for what he was known for. Your stomach is bubbling with need and you beg him, panting out for him to come closer… to give you what both of you wanted and Asmo could spend hours, days, teasing that beautiful body of yours until you quite literally a broken mess. The look in your eyes says it all and for a moment as he sees it Asmodeus smiles, then chuckles softly before placing his hands on each side of your body to stabilize himself.

He can't wait.

He needs to fuck you silly, and so he moves his hips against yours, biting his lip and groaning when his cock slides against your own before getting caught and the slippery rim that throbbed and twitching, being him to enter. Who would Asmo be not to help? And so, he shifts, the head of his cock getting caught on your skin again before slowly pushing forward, the round and hot tip pushing past your tight muscle and you jolt, arching under him as a long moan falls from your lips as Asmodeus pushes in inch by inch until his cock is snuggly wrapped around your fluttering pink walls.

He's only just started and yet your breath is ragged, ruined.

The feeling of him pressed balls deep in your wet and slutty asshole leaves you breathless, the itch of it all just starting to kill you. You hadn't even noticed until now, until you felt the head of his cock nudging your pink walls but you're definitely closer than you'd like. You wanted to last longer, to just hold and fuck him all night but maybe Asmodeus was just too good at his job. Too good at charming his way into bed with people in order to have his way with them and oh you wanted to be used…

Needed to be used.

“P-Please Asmo! Pleasepleaseplease, just fuck me already just ram it into me-AHN!~” You cried out, gasping and jerking when Asmo slowly pulls his hips back just to slam right back in and when he slams into that sweet bundle of nerves in you it's clear that you've lost your mind; shaking, trembling, moaning and whining as he doesn't waste time building a pattern, quickly taking notice of what you seemed to like. He's so good, so adamant, so talented at just what he does and you're so helpless under her.

He touches you, hands moving and caressing you all over until he grins wickedly and takes hold of your cock and balls again, wrapping a hand around them before squeezing, groping, and tugging on them and it's simply too much.

Your head felt like goop, as if you had easily and willingly given yourself to a starving creature who was more than happy to consume you whole. More than happy to take you in every fashion of the word until all you should do is squeak and gasp and beg for both mercy and so, so much more.

He slides in and out, over and over and over again, the sound of skin slapping against skin and groans and moans filling the air as he fucks you, holding and tugging on you and matching up with each thrust in the process before he manages to get even greedier. As you grow louder, needier, dirtier, Asmodeus hisses under his breath. He curses softly as he looks at you, the way your face is all sweaty and red and your lush lips are open in desperate cries. From time to time you will open your eyes as an attempt to watch everything he's doing to you but when he hits one of those perfect spots you jolt and buck and beg him for more even though it feels almost too much, so much.

He moves to lean in even closer, watching you with his lidded eyes as he leans in, hooking his hands under your knees in order to keep you nice and open with he fucked your asshole open and coated his cock with your natural juices. It doesn't help that the slight change in position allows him to sink deeper. His cock firmly rutting and slamming into your prostate and what else can you do but take it like a good fucking boy?

“You're so cute…” he growls.

“Crying out my name, taking my cock like you're supposed to… that's right take it.” He says and his tone is a bit lower, feral, primal, and it's clear that he's just as gone as you are not.

It's so good that there's tears in your eyes ready to fall and run down those red cheeks of yours and Asmo loves it, loves knowing that currently out of everyone else… he was the one who was having you like this… having you like a slut on the corner, fucking you like he wanted to cum inside and breed you.

“Takeittakeittakeit.” he hisses, groaning as he continues to slam in and out of you, abusing your hole at this point until you cried out again, shouting out his name as you cum so fucking hard that I feels like the world is crashing around you as you toss your head back and rut until cum shoots up from your cock in a thick and heavy load. It makes him giggle, watching as you gasp and shake and then move your hands to shakily push on his chest like you can't decide whether or not you actually want to stop and he can't resist it either.

He cums hard, thick fluid shooting out of his cock and coating your twitching walls until you were so full of his cum that it carefully dripped out and slowly down the crack of your ass cheeks.

The two of you pant heavily; messy and covered in sweat and cum and fuck you loved when he did this to you and oh boy did Asmodeus love doing it.

You doubted you'd ever get sick of being under him.