#soff walks

[sheep-kiwi-collector]

tried a bit more effort maybe?

semi post-S8 klance: a chill walk through the woods UwU 💙❤️

[twiistedxwonderland]

@reysonsmanymuses​ asked:  "Tsunotaaaarooou." Yuu calls to get the other's attention. "Lean down for me?" When he does, they lean up a little to brush his hair aside and press a kiss to the marking on his forehead.

     “Hmmmm?”   Pointed ears twitched upon picking up on Yuu’s voice.

Lean down? But of course he would ~ Were they going to touch his horns again?

       . . . !

     Malleus gave a low little purr-like rumble from his throat, leaning down all the more now -- And whining once Yuu broke the kiss to his mark. He then tries to press the marking to their lips, wanting more kisses to it.

[mencnfire]

he does the only thing a man can do in witness of such a thing - retrieves his glasses from the bridge of his nose; white eyes searching the wing as if it's a prosthetic, kazuhira not wowed by its brilliance but instead horrified by its implication. how far had the shinra gone in their pursuit of power?

"genesis- i -" he'd had no inkling - known no better. as far as the blonde was concerned, the SOLDIER standing before him had been infused with mako and nothing more. this - this gives credence to the theories regarding shinra's further genetic experiments and in this moment of realisation, kazuhira can feel the anger that runs fire from his veins. "how did they do this to you?"

assisted by his crutch, he manoeuvres toward the other - parts his hand from aid to palm the leather of the redhead's coat - keeps his eyes analysing the great, black wing upon his back.

"d-does it hurt?" whether it's agony or no - kazuhira feels an ache in his heart for the other. why this? why him?

@poeticphoenix liked for a starter.

[buck-star]

Sydney, I have a question about Mob!Bucky 👀❤️

How protective is he? 👀💕 Is he overly protective? Just the right amount? The jealous kind of protective? The possessive protective? 🥰❤️

Just a questions to start some thoughts 🤭💖💖

(love. @elixirfromthestars ✨)

MELLLLLLL! Oh, I love that! I needed a bit to come up with something but I guess that’s cute. Our big mob boss being all possessive and sweet with his babydoll.❤️❤️

Whats his, thats his | B.B

>> He wouldn’t consider himself as too possessive, but he protects what his. Talks with others fine. Some guys trying to flirt with you? Not so fine for the mobster. <<

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Coffeeshop Owner!Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.270 Words

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, possessive!Bucky, more fluff, begging, so much more fluff, kissing

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

A soft smile creeped onto your lips as you noticed everyone in the little cafe shop you owned becoming quiet. You knew exactly who walked in, whose heavy footsteps were visible, and also why he was visiting you during work. You didn't have to turn around to know he was grinning, loving the effect he had on everyone — and especially on the man who was way too close and flirty around you.

You slowly turned around with a latte macchiato in your hand, placing it in front of the customer, who was the only one who didn't notice the mobster walking in. The man — who introduced himself as John — smiled back at you, reaching his hand out to place on yours. He slowly pulled your hand closer to himself, stroking his thumb softly over the back of your hand. “Soft hands, I like that. Do you think we could get coffee together?”

You didn't get the opportunity to answer, as Bucky's deep voice is audible from behind John. You smirk at your boyfriend, who towers over the other man, a deep frown on his face as he gritted his teeth, annoyed and possessive. “Coffee black. Not a little boy like this here.”

Bucky Barnes — also known as the white wolf — nodded toward the man who just held your hand and is now almost slipping off his seat. You shook your head at Bucky while he grinned at you with a triumphant smile on his plump lips. Sometimes he loves the effect he had on people a bit too much, especially when he came to guys who were thinking they could pick up on you. He loved to see confident men being all shy and small when he came into their view, and especially when he showed them that you were his — only his.

“Good morning to you too, Buck,” you chuckled as you turned back to the machine to make a coffee for your boyfriend. He grumbled, more at himself than at you, but you heard it anyway. He sighed, walking around the counter after glaring at John once again. Bucky approached behind you with only a few steps, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his broad chest.

“Wasn't that good? My babydoll thought it's fine to go working that early,” he mumbled into your ear, kissing down your neck until he reached your jaw. You shivered in his arms, grasping the surface of the counter in front of you. Bucky laughed softly, his warm breath coming down against the soff skin of your neck, and a soft whimper escaped your lips. Luckily, only Bucky was able to hear it, but your cheeks heated up anyway. “N’ then I come here and see that jerk flirting; what's mine, huh?”

“You know I don't care if they flirt; I don't want anyone but you,” you said softly, leaning your head back against Bucky's shoulder. Your hands found their way to his neck, playing with the soft, short locks while you pulled his head down to kiss him. But he had other plans, pulling his head back and letting go of you before he took a step backwards. “Buckyyyy.”

“No whining, babydoll. Guess my coffee is ready, don't want it to get cold, do we?” He asked with a mischievous grin on his lips. You growled before placing his coffee on the counter opposite where you stand. John was still sitting there; his eyes widened as he watched the interaction between you and Bucky.

You cleared his throat, getting yours and Bucky's attention. While you had your soft smile across your lips — for every nice customer, but definitely not the one you only reserved for Bucky — while Bucky narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. “He's… The white wolf is your boyfriend?”

You chuckled at his wording but nodded — White Wolf, the big and strong mafia boss. Would they all know what you know? They would be less afraid of Bucky — of the sweet little puppy who comes home after a stressful day and curls into your side. The soft man, who treats you like a queen, carries you in his hands and only wants you to be happy, protected, cared for, and especially for you to feel loved and perfectly with him by your side.

“James Barnes, the white wolf, that's me,” Bucky grinned, taking a sip of his coffee. You rolled your eyes playfully, earning an raised eyebrow from Bucky, who noticed it in the corner of his eyes. He turned back to face you completely, putting the coffee back down before he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him once again. “Don't ya dare to roll ya pretty eyes at me, babydoll?”

You giggle, a sound Bucky adores. Plus the sweet smile that made your eyes light up — the smile that was only reserved for him and him alone. He finally leaned down, your eyes wandering from his ocean blue eyes down to his slightly scrunched nose — which was caused by his big smile — until your eyes stopped at his plump lips. Your tongue darted instinctively out and slid across your lips.

“Such a needy one. Tell me what you want, babydoll,” he chuckled, earning another whine from you. Bucky, thick fingers dug further into your waist, warning you to stop whining. “Come on, you were so talkative earlier. Where's my good girl?”

You almost moaned; he knew exactly what to do to make your knees weak. Your heart was beating faster with excitement, the love you felt for him growing in your stomach until you couldn't help yourself any longer. “Kiss me, please. Need you to stop teasing me and kiss me, bubba.”

Bucky groaned; he loves to hear either his name or that nickname slipping past your lips. He leaned down, capturing your lips softly with his while he pulled you even closer to himself. Bucky noticed the sound of a moving share, knowing that John finally fucked up and won't bother — flirt — with you any longer. Bucky may have been a mobster, but he doesn't like violence unless it has to be; other than that, he doesn't mind just being possessive over what he loves — his babydoll, you — and letting everyone see who you belonged to.

“Like that?” He asked as he pulled away softly. Bucky let his forehead lean against yours and smirked at you. Your eyes were shining even brighter, and the smile on your lips was the most precious thing ever as you tried to catch your breath. You shook your head, addicted to his lips moving against yours, his tongue dancing with yours. He laughed, rough but soft, sending another shiver down your spine.

You brought your hands to his neck, fingers digging into his soft skin, while you got on your tiptoes to kiss him again. He wanted to make you beg a little more, but when he looked down at you and saw your soft pouting but also the hickeys he left all over your collarbones and chest, he leaned down to kiss you once again. There would be another opportunity for him to make you beg later that day, when the two of you are back home. So he decided to give you what you wanted, plus he got what he wanted — you to be close and everyone else to know that you belong to him so they won't flirt with you. Bucky didn't mind them talking to you; he knew you loved him. But no flirting unless it's him who flirts with you — then he becomes possessive and even more protective.

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[gyuswhore]

Shut Up (don't)

anniversary event [closed]

lee seokmin x reader

prompt(s): carrying on the argument between sloppy kisses and heavy make out

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (MINORS DNI), mean words are thrown at one another while they're fighting, heavy makeouts, fingering (f. rec), breast play, p in v, unprotected sex, soff ending bc im a sap

[a/n]: i have nothing to say. enjoy.

masterlist

Nearly getting rearended, and then breaking the heel of your shoe, to becoming the receiving end of another plethora of snarky remarks from the department weasel; it was all beginning to spill over the rim of your too warm, too full cup. 

All you wanted was to eat a good meal in front of another mindless TV show and nap the weekend away in the arms of your favourite person. Hence why the excitement at your front door was overflowing, creaking the door open to find a darker than usual hallway. You can only slip off your broken shoes and deposit your keys and bag so quickly, barely considering the amount of noise you’re making with all the shuffling and clanging in the doorway. 

“Seok! Babe, are you home?” you raise your voice a little as you enter the kitchen, slamming the grocery bags down on the counter with a loud huff. You peek out the door into the dark halls, brows furrowed. 

Opting to put away the perishables first, you grunt as you stand back up after stuffing all the frozen packages into the freezer, hand supporting your lower back. You were more tired than you’d initally thought.

Shuffling into the living room, your turn on the lights, remaining confused as ever as to why they were off. Even in an empty house, at least one of the lights would remain on. 

You nearly jump out of your skin when you register the lump on the now visible couch, taking a moment to realise it was your boyfriend, still in the clothes he had left in this morning. 

He’s shifting, groaning as he comes around to reveal his face, eyes bleary and face slightly red from sleep. 

“Oh,” he grimaces as he realises you were the one to turn the lights back on. “You’re home.”

“Why are you sleeping on the couch? Have you eaten yet?” you ask your boyfriend who’s now attempting rub the sleep out of his eyes. 

“No,” he confirms, voice still scratchy. “I’m gonna change and go to bed.” 

“Wait, I did the groceries before coming home. I can make you your favourite. You can go to bed after you eat,” you insist. 

He doesn’t answer as he simply rises and makes his way towards the hall leading the bedroom. 

“Seok? Honey, I’ll be quick, I promise. Twenty minutes tops and then you can go to bed.”

Catching up to him, you grab his hand in an attempt to get him to look at you, which he does. Except he looks…annoyed? He brushes another hand across his hair and face, looking more exasperated by the second. 

“I’m not hungry,” he says, slower than usual. Like it was taking an effort to get the words out. “Now can you please just—”

“You can’t go to bed empty stomached, you’ll wake up with a headache!”

“You’re giving me a fucking headache right now.”

You freeze. 

On instinct, you drop his hand, letting it ball into fists at his side. He blinks for a long moment, pinching his nose bridge, before turning around entirely to continue his retreat back into the bedroom. 

It’s like you’ve snapped out of a daze when you register his retreating form, zero comment from either of you after the bomb he’d planted in the room. 

“You don’t get to say that to me and then walk away,” you say, and he’s still not stopping. “You aren’t the only one who’s had a shit day, at least I’m not being an ass about it.”

That seems to do it for him, turning around with furrowed brows and an open mouth that’s ready to shoot back. “This is your problem, you can’t leave things alone.” 

“I’m sorry that I care if my boyfriend’s starving himself?” Your voice comes out louder than intended, the heat of the situation creating an emerging buzz in your head. 

“Don’t care then! Your idea of helping is whatever you want done for you, have you considered that I just want to be left alone?” He tries to control his arms movements but they explode into some waving motion anyway, eyes meeting yours in a wide, angry, accusatory hold.

“Seokmin.” His name leaves your mouth in an unbelievable laugh. “Are you listening to yourself?”

“How can I over all that clanging and banging you do the minute you step foot into this house?!” 

“You know what?” you begin.

“God, just shut up, I can’t do this with you right now.”

“This is beginning to sound like you have a problem with me.”

“I just said—”

“No! Just fucking say it. Moving in together was a bad idea and you wish you’d never asked!” You know you sound hysterical, arms thrown over head as you fight the urge to push something over. 

“Stop it.”

“I’m trying to make this work with our schedules but if you’re gonna blow up anytime you don’t get your way—” 

Seokmin tries to shut you up again, only this time he succeeds. 

In the midst of your rampage he’d crossed the distance between the both of you, opting to slam his mouth onto yours instead of using his words. 

Both of his hands have gotten hold of your face, keeping you from moving your mouth in an way except against his own. He’s taken away your power, your hands come up to grasp his forearms. 

“Seok—” you start again, but he only plants his lips on you again, sliding his tongue at the seam of your mouth to intrude even further. 

You’re mad at him. It’s taking alot to remind yourself of that. He’s trying to shut you up. He doesn’t want to listen to you. He…

Even Seokmin, with all his other worldly breath control, can’t keep his mouth on your forever, leaving your swollen lips to let you both breathe for a moment. 

“What the fuck is this supposed to be doing?’ you ask, breathless but angry.

“Shutting you up,” he reponds, gripping your waist so hard it almost hurts, shoving your entire body right into his personal space. 

You aren’t any better than him, bringing your hands up to his hair, tugging at the strands just to have something to grip on to. 

“This isn’t over,” you mumble between wet, sloppy kisses, already half gone. 

“Like hell it isn’t,” Seokmin grunts, letting go only to pull you onto the warm couch, caging you between the armrest and his own overbearing body. He’s taking over you from all sides, the muddle of your mind unbecoming of the anger that coursed through you just minutes prior. 

Pairing that with your existing exhaustion, your mind seems to be skipping over most of the filler scenes that unfold. 

Your top is gone to wind before you can register his fingers working the buttons. His hands have reached underneath your tight skirt, fiddling with the waistband of your stockings. He’s struggling with the overlapping fabrics, the existing difficulty of handling stockings earning a dissatisfied grunt from his throat. 

Opening your eyes, shifting them to focus on Seokmin’s face, you don’t doubt you look just as fucked out as he does. Pupils dilated, hair dishevelled and sticking out from everywhere, clothes barely framing where they belong. He’s growing frustrated as he instead attempts to shuck your skirt off. 

“Just—” He cuts you off again, even as you try to help with the wretched zipper. 

“Not a word out of your mouth,” he says, almost like it’s a plea, shielded under his scratchy growl. “Not until I’m done.”

This is nothing like you’ve ever seen before, your sweet, gentle boyfriend had turned into some deep monster from hell, like the events of tonight unsheathed some unfed entity that only festered on its ignorance. Despite everything, you can’t seem to complain, enjoying every bit of this as every passing moment only stacks the already leaning tower. 

And when you thought he couldn’t get any more unhinged, you hear the distinct sound of a rip! 

He’s ripped your tights. 

“Seok, I just bought those!” you blurt before you can stop yourself. 

He doesn’t answer you this time, opting to let his fingers do the talking. You feel a distinct pressure on your hot core, and you’re immediately putty. Seokmin is rubbing slow circles over the damp crotch of your panties, steady, but just enough to have you bucking your hips uncontrollably every so couple seconds. Your breathing is loud, bordering whimpers as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

It’s criminal the way he pushes into your core, stuffing you with bulk of his finger and the fabric of your underwear. And just when you feel like you can’t take it anymore, he removes hands entirely. 

You nearly scream, the ache becoming near unbearable. He’s shuffling around to take his clothes off but you couldn’t care less if he fucked you half dressed. He’s naked before you can do something about it yourself, immediately planting himself back on you. 

“Put that mouth to better use,” he whispers, bringing two of his fingers to your lips, letting them push past and rest on your tongue. You start sucking on them instantly, tongue running over his long, beautiful fingers, letting him shove them as far as you’d let him. 

When he relents, he only slips them somewhere else. You watch between your flushed bodies as his sticky, glistening fingers disappear, sliding inside your ready, coated walls. Hands finding purchase on the bulk of his shoulders, he lets you dig your nails into his pristine tan skin as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Throwing your head back you can only groan into the empty ceiling at the feeling. 

“God, Seok that feels so good.”

He goes faster, deeper, separating his fingers inside you to test your limits. Finding that spongy spot, he shows no signs of relenting, now pistoning into you. 

When he stops, you come round to watch him line his hard member up to your entrance, not giving you a moment to register the emptiness. Except, you stop him. 

“Wait,” you breathe out, pushing yourself on your elbows. 

“What?” he asks, like he’s been snapped out of a trance. You maintain eye contact as you push him into a sitting position on the couch, letting his back hit the plush of the pillows. You take the opportunity to slide out of your torn and tattered tights, feeling the muscle of his thighs as you sit on his lap. 

“Fuck,” he curses when he realises what you’re doing. 

You readjust, grabbing his hard shaft, pumping him slowly as you prepare to line him up to your entrance again. Pushing your chest into his face during the process, he wastes no time in latching his mouth over the lace of your bra, licking over the fabric, pushing the tip of his tongue right where your nipple was. 

It send waves of shocks right into your core, busying the tip of his cock to rub itself on your dropping hole, savouring the feeling. Seokmin’s thrown your bra away, his mouth now in full contact with your breasts, tongue flicking across the nipple as he nips and sucks to his heart’s content. His fingers flick over your other nipple, pinching and stimulating it just the same. The sight of his fingers is doing so much to you, enough to encourage you to sink into his cock with finality. 

It’s a stretch, but nothing you haven’t been practiced to handle. He has a hand low on your hips, guiding your ass to sit on him fully. When you move it’s easier, the pleasure returning in its waves and sparks. 

“Fuck, Seok,” you whimper, as you start moving faster, bouncing on his cock, ass slapping his thighs. 

You find a place holder behind you on his knee, reaching one of your hands back to clasp his skin, the other finds reprieve in his hair, mouth still sucking on your breast. 

His palm rests on your ass, guiding you up and down his shaft in a constant rhythm, moaning into the plump of your breast. Letting go of your nipple, he throws his head back in a guttural moan, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your walls engulfing him whole. He continues to play with the swell of your breasts, fondling and groping. 

Taking advantage of the access, you lean into neck, pressing kisses onto the expanse, suckling on a spot near his ear, savouring the salt of his skin on your tongue. Your hips continue to bounce on him, but inevitably slow as you feel the burn on your thighs and hips. 

One particular landing is felt with a harsh buck of Seokmin’s own hips and you realise with a loud moan that he’s meeting you halfway, finishing what you started. Soon he’s created a pace of his own, thrusting his well oiled hips into you so good it has you blinking away the gleam of stars. 

“Baby,” your voice comes out pleading, and he knows exactly what you’re trying to say. 

“Come, baby, it’s alright. Come all over me.”

Taking his words to your cunt, you oblige, letting yourself come undone. It’s loud, it’s desperate and it’s raw, needing to wrap your arms around him in a latch for support. He smells like him, and it’s making the high continue to wreck your body in waves that won’t end. 

Seokmin cums just as your coming down from your own high, tightening his hold on you as he rams his cock into your overstimulated cunt to get his own fill of pleasure. His thighs stutter beneath you, his sounds deep and loud.

By the time he’s done neither of you have enough air in your lungs to say a word, slumped over one another as you catch your breaths. 

Seokmin is the first to recover, and your fluttering eyelids drift open at the feeling of his lips on your shoulders, leaving butterfly kisses as you remain curled into his chest, head on the crook of his neck. 

You’re uncomfortably warm, but you cuddle into his chest closer, feeling the heat that radiates off of his body. His lips have found your temple, seemingly not caring for your sticky, sweaty skin as he trails his kisses to your cheek, right next to your ear. 

“I’m sorry for blowing up on you like that. I always want you to care, please forget about what I said,” he whispers into your ear, and it’s enough to have you shuffle impossibly closer into his naked chest. It’s like you’ve molded into each other’s skin. 

“I’m sorry too, for not being understand and for blowing up on you as well. I should’ve handled my emotions better.” You lift your head for a moment to plant a kiss on Seokmin’s jaw, and then find his lips. 

He kisses you so softly it hurts, pecks of affirmation between his “sorry”s. 

“I love you,” he mumbles into your lips, and you cup his jaw as he pulls away ever so slightly. 

You can see a stretch at the corner of his lips and you realise he’s smiling; you almost weep at the sight. 

Kissing him again, you whisper right back, “I love you more.”

“Please don’t ever leave.”

“Never.”

“Promise?” 

You let out a little giggle, “Promise. As long as you won’t ever leave me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, nothing but love in his eyes.

“We still have to talk about what happened,” you say, brushing the pad of your finger across his cheek. 

“I know, and we will,” he gulps. “I think we need to sleep on it.”

You agree quietly, but quip anyway. “If I had to take a shot, I’d bet it on all that pent up energy you just unleashed. I think you feel better right now.”

He exhales through his nose, slightly embarrassed at being called out, but replies nonetheless. “It…it probably was. I do feel less tense.”

“Hm,” you hum, bringing you arms to wrap around his neck, tucking your mouth right near his ear. You trace a lone finger down the center of his chest. 

“Since we’ve decided this is a topic for tomorrow, do you think you’ve got a little more frustration in there to let out?” 

He’s still sheathed inside you, and you can feel his length begin to harden. 

You don’t realise what’s happening as you feel yourself being jerked forward, suddenly suspended in his arms as he struts towards the bedroom. Arms tightened, a hint of a squeal escapes you, and you can only giggle as he tickles whispered promises into your neck. 

Promises that you can count on him to fulfill. 

[cutieshonie]

♪ → YOU MAKE ME WANT TO SCREAM! ← ♪

pairing; scaramouche, ayato, childe, kaveh , gn!reader

content warnings; toxic relationships, unhealthy relationships, toxic boys, smut, arguments, verbal abuse, rough sex, making up sex, crying, degrading, emontional abuse(?), reader has no vision and is just a normal citizen, attempted physical abuse, dubcon, attempted killing(? Idk scara almost uses electro to shock you), threats of murder

notes; I was listening to mars argo and this song made me have a idea, (it's called runaway) and @cutiesgawr said that I should do like toxic smut or angst thing, while their doing another lyric one ! These boys are toxic, so deal with me ;3 btw

🎞️ SCARAMOUCHE is rather someone that makes you want to scream, his arrogant attitude, his ignorance. His neglection to you, your relationship. All he wanted to do was to get that gnosis, take revenge on those who wronged him. His cruel words, you finally had enough as you can feel tears coming. It wasn't due to sadness but rather due to anger, you harshly rubbed at your eyes as you clenched your fist. You bit at your bottom lip, you inhaled and exhaled. "Scaramouche, I thi-" before you could say your words, he cutted you off. "Just leave me alone, I don't want to deal with you." He said, looking at you with a blank look. You suck on a breath, you wanted to scream right there. "Scara! You bastard! Can you atleast pretend that you care!?" You yelled, you glared at him, he had a dark tint in his eyes as he smiles and looks at you. "Why should I care? I didn't even need you! I could fucking kill you!" He screamed, you stepped back as he laughs and walks towards you. "What's wrong, baby?" He teased. "Where's all your confidence gone? Hah?" He said, you flinch as he corners you, he lets out some electro, seeing a purple light makes you more scared. Your body shakes in fear, how dumb can you be to say that to someone who has an advance! "Hm, you work for that fox girl. Right?" You peek open your eyes as you slowly nod your head. What was he going to do? He leans towards you, his lips landing on yours, you gasp as you push on his chest. Your hands slowly fall to your side, was he finally giving you attention, he pulls away as you whine. He chuckles as rubs at your hips. "I am sorry, baby.. how about I make it up to you~?" He says in a melodic voice, your face feels hot as you nod. He sucks on your neck and bites on it softly, you gasp as you realize that he was going to do it outside. His hands land on your legs as he makes you wrap your legs around him. "mfhm! Scara, w-were outside!" You cried, he hums as he take soff your lower clothing, you closed your eyes as he takes off his lower clothing. Revealing his hard dick, he aims it at your hole. He pushes into you, going you down as you slowly take him. "Mmh!" He groans and moves quickly, you gasp and cling onto him, your back is against the wall as he slams into you, his dick hitting those special spots in you, it makes you go dizzy. You can see stars, he groans in your ear, your hole clenches move around him, your toes begin to curl, you moan loudly. Not caring for someone heard you or not, your eyes roll back as you climax. You let out a sigh, he lets out a small moan as scara climaxes, you can feel his dick twitching in you, you can feel him filling you up. He gently sits you down, your mind feels all mushy. Scara can be a bastard but I guess your into bastards like him!

🕰️ AYATO is a wealthy and praised man, a perfect husband! He was but he wasn't so great, his silver tongue wasn't something that was healthy. Him manipulating you, and everyone else made you mad. How stupid can you be for not realizing it! You have a smile to Thoma as you walk by him, he gave you a smile. You walk down the halls to his office, standing infront of his office, you exhaled as you open the door, ayato was at his desk. Writing on papers, he looks up and smiles, he looks back down, you walk towards him, you were going to talk about his behaviour and actions. "Ayato, I want to speak to you" you remained calm. "Hm? What is it, sweetie?" He said, you sighed. "Why are you manipulating me?" You said, he looks at you and tilts his head... His simple action made you mad, how can he pretend that he doesn't know?! "I feel taken advantage of!" You yelled out, he smiles softly and looks at you. "Ah? What do you mean dearest? Why are you talking crazy?" He said, you clenched your fist as you glared at him. You wanted to scream at him so badly. "Stop pretending! Ayato, you know how cruel it is!" You slammed your fists onto his desk, he doesn't say anything as he looks down and looking at the messy desk. "Sweetie" he got up and you backed away, he smiles as he grabs your wrists. Twirling you around as he gently lays you on his desk, you glare up at him. "Dearest, I could never, I think you been to stressed... How about I make it up to you?" He said, you raised up an eyebrow, what did he mean. He goes down as he looks up at you, his lips curling into a smile. "Wha—!" You let out a moan as his mouth lands in your crotch, you games down at him. "What do you say?" You gripped at the desk, your heart was racing. Your eyes were focused on him and you didn't even feel yourself nodding to his question. His mouth goes back to your crotch, sucking at your sex through your clothing, he smirks as you whine. He takes off your lower clothing, looking at your underwear. He smirks and take sit off, slowly. You whined and he lets out a chuckle, he was amused by you. His tongue touches your sex as he slowly licks at it, his mouth goes on your sex, licking and sucking. You moaned and closed your eyes, your eyes roll back as his mouth doesn't stop pleasuring your sex. Your sex leaks out your pre-cum/juices, you gasped as his teeth touches your sex. Your eyes were completely rolled back, your chest goes up and down, you were seeing stars. He kept on going, soon you were to climax, he sucks more harder, you whined and grip at his hair. You climaxed. "How about we continue later, after I finish work, m'kay?" You nod, he smiles.

🪐 CHILDE is a dangerous man you feel inlove with, his job was risky to be with. His bloodlust and wanting to fight was also dangerous, you grip at your clothing as he practiced and practiced and kept seeking out the blonde traveler. Didn't he know that he can get hurt?! Your hands grasped your clothing, he loved you and you know that! He would give you anything but he was selfish. He wanted power and he kills people, he kills so that he can satisfy his needs, his killing and fighting does that for him. Childe craves more and the world gives him so little, he comes back battered! You didn't like that and you always wanted to scream at him, you feel powerless. You didn't equal to him at all, he had a advance to you already but he was a bigger advance! You gripped at your clothing as you wait for him, you wanted to confess how you felt and you hoped that he wouldn't take it the wrong way. You got up as you faced him, he had some cuts in him, he looks at you and smiles sheepishly. "Childe, can I tal-" he walks by you, you look at him as glared at him. "Listen to me!" You screamed, he stops in his tracks as he turns to look at you. You exhaled and clenched your fist as you tried to hold in your anger. "What is it?" He said. "Stop, being so.." you said, muttering. "What? Stop being what?" He said. "Stop being you!" You blurt out. "What? Stop being me?" He said, his eyes having a dark tint. "That's not what I meant! I meant being so... Selfish!" You yelled out, he glares at you. His glare makes you get goosebumps. "Selfish? Hah! How am I being selfish?" He said, taking a step to you as you take a step back. "I am giving you all you want and you call me selfish? Don't make me laugh!" He said, you flinched. "Argh! See! You don't get what I mean and you just want more and more!" You screamed to him. "More and more of what! All you do is stay at home while I do my job and you dare to speak to me like that?!" He screamed and he takes steps towards, his hand raises up as his weapon comes out. Your eyes widen as you fall to ground, you look up at him as a dark shadow covers his face, he drops to floor as he holds your cheek. "Sorry, baby" he says, you look at him in confusion. "Sorry, baby. Semes like we are both stressed, I didn't mean it..." He said, he kisses you. "Sweet baby, how about we forget about all of this. I think we both need to get rid of our stresses.." he says, you look at him as his hand lays on your thigh. You gasp as he smiles at you, looking at you with a warm look. You were both mad at eachother and now he wants to have sex? You tried your best to be mad and say no but he looks so sweet and warm... What happens if this your last chance if this happening, you and Childe never had sex in while .. you nod your head as he kisses you. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, lifting you up as he lays you on the bed. Your hands gripping at his shoulders. You kiss him as he fastly takes off your clothing and his, his dick is standing up as it leaks out some pre-cum, you moaned when his dick touches your skin. His dick teases your hole before he finally enters you, he puts you in a mating press. Your legs tucked as he kisses you before moving fast. "Fuck... Baby, you feel so good~" he says, his dick hitting spots in you, fast and hard. You can feel yourself ready to cum, your eyes roll back due to his fast movements. "Ahh! Childe!" You cried, your hands grip at his hips as he slams into you. His fast, needy actions show as he is about to climax. Moaning and groaning into your ear, your eyes roll back as you arch your back. His dick hitting at spot in you, your hole clenches and you climax. He kisses your neck and he slams into you, his dick twitching and he fills your hole up. We'll your selfish for his dick and his love and he seems to be selfish for your body and love!

🚬 KAVEH is someone you admire, his job and how hard he works. But he works about to hard, it's quite concerning. He was a sweet lovable man that you loved so much but you he doesn't spend time with you that much. You know he is busy but does he have to drink, it isn't a the best way to escape from struggles. You wanted to talk about it with him, you wanted him to take a rest and just focus on himself and you. You smiled as you set up dinner ans the bed, you pat yourself on your back, you wait for him. "KAVEH!" You got up as you heard the door open, you see your blonde boyfriend, he looks at you. You smile as your hand rests on his shoulder, you tilt your head. "L-leave me *hic* alone!" He said, you look at him as your eyebrows furrowed, he was drunk. You could smell it on his breath, you sighed and smiled. "Kaveh, I made us dinn-" he walks by you and towards the bedroom door. "I don't want!" He cried, you grab his wrist. "Kaveh, you have to stop" you said, he glares at you. "Just leave me alone" he said, you frowned and point at the table. "Kaveh, I made us dinner and drink some water." You said, his eyes roll. You kept in bothering him as you try to drag him to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He shakes his head and he groans, you want to scream at him. He wants listening and you were starting to get mad. He pushes you as you gasp and look at him, he opens his mouth. He starts spewing out nonsense and words that hurt to you, you grit your teeth and he moves to you. His hand raises up as you lift up your arms. He stops as he sobs, you look at him and he stops to the floor..wiping away his tears. "Sorry.... I am just a fucking mess, I don't want to hurt you and I am so sorry!" He sobs, your eyes tear up and you hug him. It wasn't his fault. "I am so sorry, sweetie.." he cries, you nod your head and kisses his cheek. He loks at you as he kisses you, his hands under your shirt. You pull away. "Kaveh, your drunk an-" he cuts you off. "No... It's okay, I want it, I I want to make it up to you... My love" he says, you smile and he nods his head. You both make your way to the bedroom as you both tangle with eachother, hands in hair as you makeout, you moan and whimper. "I love you so much, I am so sorry, baby.." he says, kissing your chest as he takes off his pants in a hurry, holding you close. "I love you too!" You say, you moan when his dick enters you. You wipe away your tears as he fucks you. Bending you as his tongue sucks on yours, fucking you slow then faster. Your eyes roll back and he begins to moan really loud. Whimpering in your ear as he goes faster, getting sloppy. Your legs tremble in pleasure and his dick twitches. Warning you for his soon-climax. You kisses him harder, slamming your lips together, you both climax at the same time, holding eachother close. You smile and look at him, h kisses your neck and smiles. Well the food probably goes gone cold but oh well!

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Hi kitty! Could I have the bsd men walk in on their S/O touching themselves/teasing? You can choose who and what happens after💕💕thxs kitty!

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ෆ Dazai, Fyodor, Chuuya X GN! reader[you/your]

CW. masturbation, teasing, praise, fingering(could be afab/amab) caught masturbating, voyeurism(the boys watch u), guiding masturbation, nipple play

A/N :: loo loo loo, did anyone watch south park before? My favorite characters are Wendy, main four, bebe, Craig's gang — written by a minor

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彡DAZAI !! — Ꮚ Your hands were working on your sex, your fingers dancing around your sex. Your other hand under your shirt, your fingers toying with your nipple, oh this felt good but it would probably feel better if Dazai was doing it..his long slender fingers toying your body, your back was arches while you imagine Dazai was the one touching you! Your hands were shaking as you felt your climax, but too busy in pleasure, you missed to hear the door open. Dazai hums as he take soff his shoes, cracking his knuckles as he walks towards your shared bedroom, he smiles when he hears your voice. "Mmh!" He can hear your muffled moans, he opens the door fully but you still didn't notice, your toes curling in pleasure. Your mouth being muffled by the shirt your wearing which was his, he leans against the door frame, his arms crossed as he watches you. His eyes watching your face and hands, he walks over and he can feel his dick throbbing in his pants. He sits down, rubbing your thigh as you continue to pleasure yourself. He leans towards you, his mouth near your ear, he begins to whisper into your ear. You bite more harder on the shirt when you can hear his voice, your finger sticking onto your sex as you cum, your legs shake. He smiles and kisses your cheek, telling you how good you did! Your chest going up and down as you open your eyes, seeing him. You gasp as you thought you were just wearing his voice! He chuckles and kisses your cheek, your face goes darker at the kiss. His finger going down to your hole, tracing his finger around it. You mewl, oh how cute you are. He's going to prepare you then put his dick into you!

✪ FYODOR !! — ≧ Your back was arching, your mouth wide open as you pleasure yourself. Fingering your hole, your fingers pumping in and out of your warmth! Your fingers weren't so long and slender as his bug it will do until he gets back! You felt guilty about doing this without him, you close your eyes and imagine him. Imagining him next to you, his slender fingers teasing your hole. Your head throws back as you let out gasps and moans. You take out your fingers and bring it to your lips, you suck on your fingers to get them more wet. Bringing your digits back down to continue fingering your hole, you grunt as try to push your finger more deeper in. Your other hand gripping on the bedsheet, you imagine fyodor harshly fingering you, his beautiful and handsome face!! You let out a gasp when you feel a hand grabbing your wrist, forcing your fingers out of you. "How needy" you can hear his voice, opening your eyes as he stares down at you. Your face going darker as you gasp and his fingers entering your wet warmth mouth. Getting his fingers wet by your drool and saliva, he pulls it out with a pop! His fingers going down to your hole, he spreads your hole open with his other hand, then he rams his two fingers in. You mewl and clench around his fingers, his fingers feel much better than yours! Oh how it just felt!

彡CHUUYA !! — ✿⁠ You let out a loud moan, your face covered with his underwear, you sniffed it. It was moist with his white liquid, it smelled like his dick. Your mouth stuff with his underwear, your fingers playing with your hole as you imagine his dick going in and out of your hole. Your fingers playing with yourself as he plays with your mouth, you mewl when your fingers hit a spot inside of you. Your hips humping your fingers faster, wanting to climax really bad!! Tears swell up, the pleasure making your mind go hazy. Your legs shaking so harshly, your sex leaking more! Your fingers go in and out more as you suck on his underwear, imagining it's his dick your sucking on. You wanted his dick so bad! When is he going to be back from work! You whine when suck up the rest of his sticky white liquid, imagining he came in your mouth. You whine because you wanted more his seed!! Your fingers stop moving as you take it out, you were starting to feel frustrated, you wanted him. So that's what you got! The door to the bedroom was open, you remember closing the door! You gasp as you grab a blanket and grab the lmao from the nightstand, this was embarrassing. You heard a noise from beside you, you threw it but it stopped. You gasp when you realize it was Chuuya, you hug him. He smiles and kisses you, he saw your show and he was fucking hard. His tent against your leg, he can't wait to do stuff to you, whatever you were dreaming about was about to became real!

[satorubrain]

Hiiiii hope you are doing good(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

This is my first time requesting, so i am sorry if I made a mistake jshdjdj

I wanted to request gojo's reaction(?) to a s/o that bites him out of nowhere 😭. Like nothing serious, its just a silly thing they do where they will randomly grab his hand and just *big chomp*

Thank you, have a nice day<333

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. SILLY. Crack. Both are teacher sorcerers working at tokyo jujutsu high

Synopsis: As your relationship progresses and the more you open yourself to him, the more he is able to discover your silly little habits. He can't help but fall in love with you more.

A/N: BITING IS THE GREATEST LOVE LANGUAGE. ITS PEAK ROMANCE!!!!!!! I hope you don't mind me adding a few more elements to the story! Also anon don't worry you made no mistakes while requesting 💕💕

It had been two months since you started dating and Satoru couldn't help but fall for you harder and deeper. How can he not, especially when you were so cute. Whenever he thought he couldn't find something new about you, especially after knowing you for years, you somehow managed to surprise him with your quirks.

You had been staring at him, or rather his cheeks for a solid minute now, thinking intensely about something with your eyebrows furrowed. It was getting harder to resist. You've controlled yourself for years and now that he's your boyfriend, your brain forgot about it.

"Babe, you've been drilling a hole in my face, did something happen?" Satoru inquires.

"Your cheeks are so bitable Satoru." You answer. Before Satoru could respond he felt a soft chomp on his cheeks. It won't leave a mark but it was cute. He's sure his heart is going to jump out of his throat, you're way too adorable.

"soff" you mumble nomming on his cheek a bit before releasing it quickly after a few seconds and wiping it down giggling "well that was pretty satisf-"

He couldn't help but pull you into a deep kiss there and then, pulling you onto his lap, uncaring of anyone who might walk into the empty classroom. He soon breaks the kiss, cupping your cheeks.

"god y/n, you're driving me insane here" he whispers breathlessly, his mind numb and cheeks flushed red by your actions.

As time passes and your relationship finally gets public, your pda also increases.

He loves how you would greet him by running up to him, standing on your tippy toes, raising your arms to cup his cheeks and squishing them before pulling him down to give him a quick peck on his nose "G'morning cutie!!" you'd squeel and run away before he could react in return.

His heart flutters when he sees you open the door to the empty classroom he's sitting in, tapping every inch of his face for no reason before giving a peck on his nose, causing both of you to giggle.

He's calm and peaceful, his heart full of love when you hold him in your embrace, gently swaying you both, softly humming to a tone on the cold and dark nights when Satoru finds it hard to even breathe. But your warmth blows air into his lungs and your sweet sound calms down his senses. At this moment, for him, only the two of you exist.

"What are you doing, my sweet kirby?" Satoru asks with a stupid grin on his face as he lovingly looks at you who is making circles with your index fingers in front of him

"hmmm.... hypnotizing you" you chuckle, your eyes crinkling as you think of a reason for your actions "perhaps to make my fiancé fall for me even harder?"

"is that so? Well then I think it's working very well" he giggles as he pulls you closer to him by your hands, making them wrap around his neck as his cling around your waist.

The lovestruck man named Gojo Satoru didn't lie, since he did fell deeper in the bottomless abyss of your love every passing second.

ANONNNNN I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ILY FOR REQUESTING THIS <3

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match // new perspectives universe // jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

heyooo - i'm back from the dead - it's been a while since we've seen these two and for this one we're going back in time !! this is kind of a rewrite of something that’s already happened in the main chapters 🤭 i haven't written jake and jupiter in what feels like forever so this feels rusty to me lol but hopefully you enjoy!

match // new perspectives universe // jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

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part of my new perspectives series !! it will make a lot more sense if you're caught up on these two:

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine

word count: 4.8k

warnings: language, mention of alcohol, college/med school/residency inaccuracies (I didn't go to college and it shows lol any and all knowledge on any of this comes from tiktok or greys anatomy)

Sitting at your vanity (if you could even call a plastic set of drawers with a handheld mirror duct taped to the back a vanity) you briefly thought to yourself that you should be excited… and you were, for the most part. Today was one of those days that marked the start of a new chapter. You’d been lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you looked at it) to have had a few of these already… first opening your acceptance letter into college, then med school, and now you were getting ready to find out where you had been matched for residency.

The excitement and nerves you were feeling were subdued because really the only thing you could focus on was the fact that the only person you wanted here wasn’t… and you didn’t know where he was. He could have been on a ship halfway across the world or at a base a handful of hours away but in the end it didn’t really matter much… he wasn’t here, and that was just part of the deal. You knew what this was long before it got to this point, and that point was only accentuated by the floppy haired boy walking into your dorm just as you stood from your spot in front of the window to change.

“Well, don’t you just look darling,” he teased and on another day you might have laughed… struck a pose and had a witty comeback, something about ratty college tees and soffe shorts being on all the runways these days, but it wasn’t another day. It was today and your future was hinging on something written in an envelope waiting for you across campus and this boy wasn’t the one you wanted teasing you today. 

You undressed and stood with your back to him, a silent request for him to help zip your dress and he obliged just as quietly. There was an expiration date on you and Matt, this much you knew… but the way his fingers trailed down your arm and the lingering question he’d been asking all month told you he wasn’t on the same page. He had a vision for his life, one that very much included you and perhaps you felt a little guilty for continuing to keep him in your orbit but the more logical part of you reminded you that the vision you had for your life had been set in stone long before he showed up. He saw residency right here in California, with you by his side. He saw you switching your area of focus to general medicine, something less demanding to create room for starting a family, something you’d do within the next few years. You hadn’t had the heart yet to tell him that sounded like your own personal hell.

Your vision was Boston, in a cutthroat surgical residency program before moving on to whatever hospital offered the best fellowship for your chosen specialty… that was the one area of your life you’d yet to nail down. Most of your peers pursuing the surgical route knew what they wanted to focus on, some vying for cardio or neuro, others trauma or general but not you. That was the one thing you were leaving up to fate, deciding to instead let yourself make that decision a few years into residency… and if that fellowship happened to come along where the boy you missed more than anything was stationed? Well, you wouldn’t be one to complain. The vision didn’t include Matt, it never did. 

And so, as you turned to face him with a tight smile you wanted more than anything to tell him this was over, that it would be best to head into residency as individuals but then you saw that look on his face and you couldn’t do it right now… not right before finding out whether or not you were getting everything you’d spent the last eight years working towards (seven for you, but you wouldn’t point that out to him anymore than you already had). You’d wait until after, even if that meant walking into the ceremony with someone you had already decided you wouldn’t be seeing after today. 

“Hey, did you guys get settled okay?” you asked your parents as you set your bag down on the table and exchanged quick hugs. You’d already seen them this morning when they’d arrived and they’d decided to give you a little space to get ready. 

“Your mother has taken photos of about a dozen things at the hotel, taking notes for our upcoming remodel which… I was just informed of this morning,” your dad said and you laughed. Matt said his hellos before going off to find his own parents and you rolled your eyes at the look your dad fixed you with. “He’s still around?”

“Oh hush,” you replied. Your purse started ringing and you fished around lip gloss and old flashcards to find your phone, immediately feeling more settled at the voice on the other end.

“Hey you,” Jake said and you actually let out a sigh of relief. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh me? You know, cool as a cucumber. Not freaking out at all,” you answered with a small laugh and he just chuckled.

“Of course not, not like there’s anything big going on today.”

“Definitely not, just a normal day around here,” you said.

“I just wanted to call and tell you to breathe, because you forget to do that sometimes-”

“I do not-”

“Yes you do, and to remind you that no matter where you end up you’re going to be just fine.” 

“Thank you,” you said softly. “I know you can’t say where you are but I hope you’re flying safe today,” you added.

“Always do, sweetheart. I’ll call you tonight, yeah?” 

“You better.” you said with a smile as you hung up and put your phone on silent just as the announcer gave the two minute warning. You could practically feel the rising tension in the room, a mix of nervous excitement and pure dread. So many fates contained within tiny envelopes and as you picked yours up you found the whole notion of this rather silly. You felt bad for anyone who got news they didn’t want today, having to find out in a room full of people celebrating and you prayed to a god you weren’t sure you even believed in you wouldn’t be one of them. 

“I think I’m going to, uh…” you started, looking at your parents and then back at the envelope in your hand. “I’m going to just take a minute and open it myself, if that’s okay?” you asked hesitantly and they nodded.

“Whatever you want, honey,” your mom replied and you turned around as the announcer told everyone to open them. You took a deep breath, because you did forget to breathe in times of stress, and with shaking hands practically ripped the envelope apart to pull out a folded piece of paper… a piece of paper that you hoped contained two specific words. 

Massachusetts General. 

Your shaking hands persisted as you read and reread what was right in front of you. Massachusetts General. You blinked and read again, did it really say that? Massachusetts General. 

“Oh my god-” you started as you turned around to show your parents with the paper facing outwards but they were gone. Really they’d only stepped a few feet to the side but they, and everyone else in the room, may as well have disappeared because all you could focus on was him, standing right there in front of you in his dress whites looking so proud as he read the words in your hands that quickly fell to the floor in shock. “Jake?” you asked so quietly, your mind still not catching up but it didn’t matter, in an instant you were launching yourself at him and he caught you with ease as you wrapped around him.

“Hey you,” he repeated his words from just a few minutes ago on the phone and you let out a sound that was mixed with a laugh and a sob as you clung to him. “You did it, I knew you would.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked as you pulled away slightly to look down at him and he just beamed up at you.

“You didn’t really think I’d miss this, did you?” he replied and you just smiled, but it was quickly wiped away as you heard someone clear their throat behind you and you didn’t need to look to know who it was as you slid down Jake’s body to the floor and turned to see Matt, who was looking at the pair of you skeptically.

“Jake’s here,” he said, trying to muster some kind of enthusiasm but it fell flat, “yay.” You stifled a chuckle as you looked at him expectantly, “I matched here, what about you?” You knew what was coming as you took the paper your dad held out for you and Matt nodded softly when he read it. “I thought we talked about staying here for residency?” You didn’t miss the way Jake scoffed behind you, clearly disgusted that that was the first thing out of his mouth.

“You talked about it, Matt… I was always clear about my goals.” you said firmly. “But this is what we’ve both been working for. Congratulations, really,” you said, wrapping him in a tight but quick hug. “Go, celebrate with your family. I’ll see you at the party later.” you finished, nudging him off and  when you turned around Jake was giving you the most unimpressed look.

“Don’t even, I will not be seeing him at the party later, if you must know.” 

“Is that so?” he asked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

“Congratulations, sweetheart,” your mom said, pulling you in for a hug.

“We’re so proud of you,” your dad added, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and you went to respond, to thank them for everything they’ve done for you but they didn’t give you the chance. “Go celebrate and spend time together, and have fun at the party tonight.” 

“What? No, you guys flew all this way… I thought we could go out for dinner-”

“Hush, you two have some catching up to do,” your mom replied. “Besides, I think whatever celebrations you get up to tonight are best kept from us,” she added with a knowing smile and you tried to fight your own. 

“We’ll do breakfast, just the four of us like old times… but we won’t wake you too early,” your dad said and you watched as Jake gave them hugs before they slipped away. 

When they left he turned to look at you, all pride and adoration, and you flushed under his gaze as you gave him a look that said what? “You fucking did it, Jupiter.”

“I fucking did it,” you replied, your laughter bright and uncontrollable as he lifted you from the ground and spun you around.

“How’d he take it?” Jake asked as you entered your dorm, and you chuckled as you took him in, sprawled out across your bed, one leg hanging off the side because he simply didn’t fit. 

“About as well as could be expected,” you said and he laughed as he sat up.

“So… not well at all?” He laughed again when you nodded. “Tell me about this party we’re going to.”

“It’s pretty standard, I expect things will go as they always do with a campus party… just a little more celebratory with a slight drinking to numb the pain vibe from some.”

He nodded, “all your friends got what they were hoping for?” 

“For the most part… a few didn’t get exactly what they wanted but that’s kind of how it goes… matching is about a little bit of hard work and a shit ton of luck.”

“So, I’m guessing dress whites aren’t the vibe for tonight?” he asked, watching as you discarded your jewelry onto your desk and you chuckled as you turned and walked towards him, stopping in between his legs.

“Not at all,” you said with a shake of your head and you laughed again as he pouted and rested his hands on the backs of your thighs. “But they were a nice touch, you look very official and handsome,” you added on, hoping to turn his frown upside down.

And you did, he looked up at you with that same look he’d given you in the event hall. “I know you know this, but I really am so fucking proud of you, J,” he said and you softly smiled, feeling crimson creep onto your cheeks and you quickly diverted, trying to break some of the intimacy of the moment by pulling the hat from his head and plopping it on your own.

“Well, you should be, cowboy,” you said, stepping back and grabbing two beers from the mini fridge that doubled as a nightstand, handing one to him and he looked at you expectantly as you both cracked them open. “Because your best friend got into the fucking brig,” you said as you clinked the cans together and he let out a few cheers before taking a generous gulp. 

He stayed by your side as you got ready together, only engaging in a few quarrels due to the lack of space that only got smaller when your roommate Katie showed up, and you couldn’t help your amusement as the two of them got on each other's last nerves. Their relationship was very akin to that of siblings, they’d scream at each other through the phone on facetimes when the other was pulling too much of your attention and on the rare visits Jake managed she’d spend the whole trip pouting about how no one else existed when he was here.

“Are we not going to this party together, Katie?” you said, interrupting her latest spiel about Jake’s evilness, as she put it, and she held her hands up in surrender as you laughed. She put on a good show but you knew she liked having Jake around, it meant she got to see more of her favorite version of you… party Jupiter. And party Jupiter was in full effect as you strolled down the street lined with fraternity houses. The parties you attended these days were typically on the other side of campus and not quite as rowdy, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d been down here but it had been negotiated that the frats held parties for the med students this year, to give you all one more truly college party before everyone went their separate ways into a new journey of adulthood. 

“You’ve been here before, right?” you asked Jake as you watched him mix you a drink and he nodded.

“Mmhm, your third year of undergrad,” he answered and you snorted.

“Oh god, yeah,” you briefly reminisced on that party, one with no cause, and the shocked look on Jake’s face most of the night. As it turned out, you had actually been understating just how much Stanford kids like to party that day on the phone all those years ago. You mingled with Jake in tow, socializing with friends you hadn’t seen since the beginning of the year to due rotations and interviews across the country, and really emphasizing the fact that you wouldn’t see each other for a number of years after tonight in your drunken states much to Jake’s amusement.

You weren’t much of an emotional drunk but that didn’t seem to be the case tonight… Probably something about the finality of it all, going from college to med school didn’t seem like a huge transition for you because you stayed in the same place, but this was different. After graduation next week you’d be packing up and moving across the country, to somewhere that couldn’t be more different than where you were, and you would officially be a doctor. 

Jake watched as you let loose, cackling with friends about professors or that one time you stole a dozen mice because you couldn’t bear the thought of them being used for research (and you maintained that you’d been in the right each time it was brought up). The last time he’d come to visit you’d been so entrenched in your coursework he actually became worried, watching you study for hours on end from your bed as he realized this is what your life was. You’d always done a good job at completing everything before he arrived so you could focus on the fun but that visit just wasn’t the case… There were exams to prep for and applications to be sent out and interviews to be scheduled, and all he could do was half-heartedly read a book he’d plucked from your shelf about internal medicine and force you to come up for air every now and again.

But this time was completely different, there was nothing to worry about because you were done. You’d gotten to the end of your journey here at Stanford and were in that blissful reprieve period where there truly was nothing to fret over, and it simultaneously warmed Jake’s heart and broke it to see. On one hand, you were finally getting a true break after years of achingly hard work… but on the other that break would only last a few days before you went into a tizzy packing to move cross country and start your residency. He knew you were happy, and that you would be happy in Boston but he also knew things were only about to get harder, and that a few days of true relief weren’t enough.

Granted, this wasn’t how you felt, despite the fact that as you downed your drink and chatted with Katie about her upcoming move to Nashville you had no idea this was going through his head… you felt nothing but joy knowing that you got to spend the next few days with Jake before diving into your future. Residency is what you feel you’d waited your whole life for. You did the hard stuff, you laid the foundation and stuffed your nose in a book for years and now you were finally going to be able to do. 

“I think I might actually miss these parties,” you said as you sat down by the edge of the pool with a sigh, unclasping your heels and actually moaning in relief as you dipped your feet into the cool water and Jake chuckled beside you. 

“I find that shocking considering that after that one your third year you said you never wanted to set foot on this block again.”

“I’ve grown, things have changed,” you protested which coaxed another laugh from him. “God, I can’t believe I’m leaving this place soon. It almost feels like just yesterday I showed up here with nothing but a suitcase and a dream. And you! Mr. Top Gun graduate,” you added, nudging him playfully.

“Don’t let Coyote hear you, he’ll bust my chops even more than he already has.”

“I miss Coyote,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Are you going home for Christmas this year?” you asked and this took him slightly by surprise, considering it was spring and he didn’t expect you to be looking forward to anything other than residency.

“I don’t think so… the way it lines up I’d have to fly in on Christmas Eve and leave the day after… I think the short trips make my mom sadder than me not going home at all.”

“They do,” you said. “For my parents too. I don’t know why but they do. What do you think about me coming to you this year? If you’re on base.”

“I think that sounds perfect,” he replied, turning to press a kiss on the top of your head. “I’m sorry I can’t stay for graduation,” he said and you lifted your head to shake it, waving your hand dismissively.

“Truthfully I don’t care about graduation, it’s more for my parents and yours. This was the important one,” you replied, giving him a warm smile. “I still can’t believe you pulled off surprising me. How long have you known you’d be able to make it?”

“Since you first told me the day,” he answered and your eyes widened as you hit his chest.

“You asshole! You made me think you couldn’t come and this was your plan all along? I was really sad, you know.”

He let out a loud laugh, “yeah, I know. But it was worth it! The look on your face was priceless.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered.

“Had to get you back for my tap out ceremony somehow,” he pointed out and you sighed, because he did have a point.

“That’s fair. Though, I could argue that it was a surprise for me as well, mine was not premeditated.” 

“To-mato to-mato,” he replied. “So, when do you make the big move?” 

“Well, tomorrow you’ll be helping me scout apartments, tough part is I’ll have to pick a place sight unseen so we’re going to have to be very thorough in our search and then hopefully I’ll be out there within three weeks… My program starts in four.”

“Unless a last minute deployment pops up, I think I can meet you out there… help you get settled and all that.”

“Really?” you asked, eyes wide and full of hope as you beamed up at him and he chuckled, knowing you were definitely drunk right now. “Seeing you twice in one month? I don’t think we’ve gotten that lucky since we were teenagers.” 

“Well, I don’t know about that,” he said with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows and you were startled by your own laugh, not expecting the turn in conversation. 

“That’s right, forgot I was talking to Hangman, eternal stud.” you joked. Briefly you thought joking about it should sting, and deep down maybe it did a little, but this was the first time it’s come up and the sting wasn’t the first thing you noticed.

“You haven’t done so bad for yourself either,” he said and you just gave him a deadpan glare.

“Really? You think Matt was making me feel lucky every time?” you asked and he went through the same range of emotions. He thought it should hurt, and it did somewhere deep down, but it wasn’t the first thing he noticed.

“He wasn’t? Then what was the point?” he exclaimed and you hid your face in embarrassment. 

“Oh, I don’t know! Truthfully it spiraled and I didn’t have time for anything else so…” you trailed off before letting out a groan. “Oh god, I’m a terrible person.”

“Now, how did we end up there?” he asked, brows furrowing in confusion at your statement.

“I knew all along I’d dump him right about now, how awful to not do it so much sooner.”

He shrugged, “maybe… but knowing you he did get lucky every time so don’t feel too bad. Broken heart or not he reached the mountaintop, good for him.”

“That’s a better, if not slightly twisted, way of looking at things.” you mused, resting your head on his shoulder again.

“Tired?” he asked and you nodded. “Don’t quite have the stamina of an undergrad anymore?”

“Shut up,” you said. “It’s been an emotional day.” 

“Wanna go home?” he asked and you nodded, allowing yourself to be pulled up and you awkwardly shook your leg over the pool to rid yourself of excess water, to which he just shook his head in amusement. 

You spent the walk back towards your dorm lost in conversation, giggling about nothing in particular and squealing when he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, “Jake! I’m too drunk, don’t make me hurl,” you laughed but he didn’t seem to care, carrying you like it was nothing until suddenly you were on the move again, sliding down to the ground with Jake’s firm hands on your waist to guide you. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you noticed you weren’t at your dorm but instead in front of a shiny car.

“I love Katie,” he started, but was cut off by the questioning look you gave him, “really, I do, but you didn’t really think I was crashing in your dorm, did you?” he asked and he did have a point… the last time he visited she was on rotation so he crammed himself onto her tiny bed and complained all the next day… there simply wasn’t anywhere for him to be this time around. “I have a hotel room a few blocks away, do you want to come stay with me? Or I can walk you back to your room,” he added the last part a little hurriedly and you chuckled, you thought you just caught a glimpse of a younger Jake… nervous and not wanting to overstep. 

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, gesturing towards the door and he was quick to open it for you, “a night away from that thing they call a bed sounds like heaven.”

“And here I thought you just wanted to spend more time with me,” he said after walking around and getting in the driver’s side.

“Well, that’s certainly part of it… just not the main part,” you teased and he shook his head as he navigated towards his hotel and you looked over at him in amusement when you entered the parking lot. “Very fancy, Mr. Seresin,” you said as he opened the door for you and he extended his hand which you gladly took.

“Shut up and come on,” he replied and you did as you were told. Following him through the hotel and to the elevator, where they opened to reveal a cozy and beautifully decorated rooftop bar and you just looked over at him, eyes wide and questioning. “Tonight was a goodbye to your college life, and I thought what better way to end it than here, welcoming in this next chapter?”

“Jake…” you started, the lingering alcohol in your system still present enough to have you feeling a little more emotional than usual. You sat at a cozy loveseat positioned in front of a firepit and thanked the waiter when he brought over your cocktails, gin and tonic for you and something whiskey based for Jake. 

“To you, Jupiter. You’ve worked so hard the past seven years, and you never once wavered when things got hard. You are nothing short of incredible, and being here with you right now, marking this occasion… it means a lot to me, and I’ll never stop being proud of you.” he said, and you felt your eyes well with tears that mirrored his own.

“Stop, you can’t cause then I’ll really lose it,” you warned, laughing softly as you wiped your cheeks. “Thank you… not just for saying that but for being you, and for being here. I was a wreck all morning and then I turned around and saw you and everything felt… settled. You being here means more than you know.” you said and you clinked your glasses together before taking a sip. “I’m really proud of us.” you said added a few moments of silence. “Do you remember the day we decided to break up?”

“Vividly,” he chuckled and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“God, we were so young, with such big dreams… and going into it all so devastated… I wish we could go back and tell them it wouldn’t be for nothing, that we made it.” 

“We did make it didn’t we?” he asked and you nodded, a smile creeping onto your face. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and you didn’t know if it was the weighty realization that seven years ago you broke each other’s hearts to pursue the dreams you’d just achieved or the alcohol or just the fact that you simply wanted to but you leaned forward and let your lips brush against his. Soft and questioning but he pressed forward and captured you in a searing kiss. Years of pent up emotion and love spilling out, and you smiled when he chased your lips as you pulled away. 

You didn’t need to say anything, didn’t need to acknowledge any of it. You both knew it didn’t change anything, you both might have made it but only to the next stepping stone… it still wasn’t the time. You kissed him once more before scooting closer and resting your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist as you just enjoyed the moment for what it was. A celebration of what was to come.

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[loveandleases]

And just when I thought Chris and Jade can't get any worse 💀 My soff MC is gonna need so much emotional supp.

Also, I saw the NSFW asks you answered and it got me wondering 👀

WARNING: Contains sexual details

So imagine, in rela stage, the ROs told MC they'll be coming home from (trip, work trip, something overseas-related, etc) at a certain date...But sadly, it got delayed! That's fine, of course, right?

Nupe - because MC and RO hasn't gotten laid in weeks and so MC has no choice but to 'cheat' on them...with their sex toy!

But in the midst of MC masturbating while wearing their RO's shirt/top (or even sniffing it while masturbating), turns out, RO came early to surprise MC! Which led to them witnessing MC squealing out their name just as MC reach their orgasm, still unsatisfied because of how much they miss RO and need them so badly.

How would the ROs react? 👀

So since my quandary of when NSFW hour is, this is definitely a 6:09 post <3. Below the cut (it's very long, I couldn't help it!)

❤️ Cam - He drops the camera equipment on the floor, closing the door with his foot behind him. He looks around the apartment, noticing all lights are off, except the bedroom light.

He begins making his way through the hall and quickly opens the door, though who is surprised more is hard to tell.

As his name escapes your lips, your body shakes as it is overcome by your orgasm. That's when you two lock eyes. The grin that overcomes his face is more devilish than you've seen Ardent give the neighbor down the hall.

"Cam! I..you came?" Your voice is hoarse as you pull down the shirt you were wearing, Cam's of course. The toy that had brought on your orgasm, tossed to the floor in your attempt of hiding what you were doing.

"If anyone came here babe, I think it was you." He looks at the toy on the ground and then at you. "My favorite shirt looks better on you though. "

You watch as he begins pulling off his shirt, next his jeans and boxers.

"It's not what it looks like you know." It's very much what it looks like, and even you can't deny that it wasn't enough, that the longing you've experienced these past few weeks have been unbearable.

"You know I used to think about catching you like this. About hearing you say my name."

The smile he gives you is loving, as he bends over to kiss you. The first kiss in weeks, and it's needy. "I've missed you."

"Prove it." you challenge, brushing the messy red hair out of his two-toned eyes. It's going to be a long night.

💙 G - They had been gone to some work conference for several weeks, while you're nightly talks have been good and well. The need inside you can't handle it anymore.

You're wrapped in their white jacket from work, the smell of them clings to it like it does to the pillows. You find comfort in it, since you can't find it in their arms. They said it would be several days before they can get home.

So imagine your surprise, as you moan their name as you climax when the door opens and you're met with a quirked brow.

You sit up, placing the toy to the side, as if it was simply there this entire time.

"What're you doing? Don't stop." They whisper, and the way their breathing gets deeper and they lick their lips, you know they want to see just as badly as you do.

I forgot they liked this.

You meet their gaze, pulling off the jacket slowly as you spread your legs, giving them the best view.

You grin as you hear them gasp, clinching their hands.

"A show for a show." you tease, and they nod walking over to you to, letting you help pull of their clothes.

💚 Kara - "Fuck, Kara!" the words have barely left your mouth when the apartment door opens and she sees you on the couch.

Her eyes were glued to you, to the toy between your legs and the sheen of sweat on your skin. You flush under her gaze, you know how Kara gets when you do something without her, at least without her permission.

"Sweet thing, I was barely gone a week and you couldn't last?" It's as much a joke as it is a threat.

You gulp, the presence Kara has when she is in her dom mode does little to calm your nerves. In fact, it sets them on fire. Because only one person is allowed to make your back arch when you orgasm is her, not the toy she likes to use on you.

"Now what will I ever do with you." the smirk on her lip shouldn't work for her, but it does. The way her eyes trail your naked skin.

"Kara, I was ju."

She quiet's you with a kiss, her tongue sliding along your lips before parting them to graze against your own. Her hands clinging to every curve of your body as if she is trying to remember the shape, the taste.

💛 M - "Holy shit..holy shit. Fuck, I'm sorry I should have knocked. I didn't I just. I mean it's our apartment so why should I. Oh my god that's hot." if M's face gets any redder, you might have to seriously be concerned for their health. They fidget turning away and then back unsure of what they should do, what they can do.

"Hey, it's okay I just. I missed you so I, well." It's all you can say as you try to fight the laugh bubbling up your throat.

The awkwardness shouldn't be as enjoyable as it is, but knowing how flustered they get makes you want to tease them worse.

You stand, letting the sweater you had been wearing slide down your frame. This freezes them in their spot. The gulp you hear sounds painful, and their shaking makes this all the more fun.

"I thought you liked toys?" you tease, as you let your arms wrap around them trailing up their back slowly.

You can feel them nod, feel their body tense. "I just, I wasn't expecting it. I mean this only happens in por.."

They stutter slightly, not finishing their sentence as you drop to your knees. Undoing the button on their pants. "Do you want to use them on me?"

They can't meet your gaze, but the whimper and nod they give is all the confirmation you need.

💜 Isaac - It's been several minutes since they caught you. You're not sure if you should feel curious, anxious, or all of the above? They still haven't said anything, instead, they've been looking for something in the closet.

"Can you please say something?" you yell, making a move to get off the bed.

As you raise to get up they walk back in, motioning you to sit down. "I was looking for this." They hold up a silk scarf, rubbing it between their hands.

"For?" you tilt your head.

"You silly." Isaac winks at you as they sit on the bed, it dipping under their weight.

They place a hand under your thigh lifting it, wrapping the scarf around it as they do so. They push you back their nails softly scratching down your inner thigh before kissing just shy of your hip bone.

Your hand finds its way to their neck scratching them, then up into their curls, and you pull slightly as they playfully nip along the sensitive skin of your pelvis.

The groan that escapes them goads you on, pulling harder as they lower their mouth.

🖤 Ardent - "For fuck's sake, give a guy a heart attack. I thought someone was in here with you when I heard you moan, til' I heard my name." he runs his fingers through his hair, pinching the place between his eyes.

"Learn to knock or something." you straighten the oversized shirt, covering up your ass. You might have orgasmed but you weren't done not by a long shot.

"Oh? Knock, on my own bedroom door?" Ardent swears under his breath. "It's been three weeks and you want me to knock?" He shrugs, making his way back to the door.

"Don't!" you yell after him, and when he turns to grin you glare at him. You're too turned on for cat and mouse, any other night fine, just not tonight.

"Why not? Use your words, kitten." he makes his way toward the bed, running a thumb along his lower lip. If someone could be devoured by just a look, you would be right now.

"You know why."

This annoys him, it's been too long for both of you, and he might just have to spank the brat out of you tonight. Ardent bends down, pushing you back onto the bed, before trailing his hand down your chest. "Tell me." He growls.

As his fingers graze along the top of your pelvis he stops and looks into your eyes. He won't give you what you want if you don't tell him.

You shake your head, you know you should give in, know you want him.

He smirks at you and presses his hips against yours, you can easily feel how much he wants you. "Do it, and I'll let you have a taste." The words are lost between kisses, between Ardent biting your lip.

[ykzoe01]

⚠️Tw: abusive relationship, 18+ content ⚠️

Plot ~ Lee know is your abusive boyfriend, he’s very jealous and possessive of you but you’ve grown to like it..

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It was 3:00am and you had just gotten home from a night out with friends. Your phone was dead, you were slightly drunk, and you were extremely tired. As soon as you walk through the door Lee know rushes to you and grabs you by your wrist and screams “Where the fuck have you been!” You instantly flinch “I was out with friends I told you this” Lee know scoffed

“You know you have a curfew you are to be back home by 10 and it’s 3” You soff and try to get your wrist off his hand but he tightens his grip and slaps with his other hand. You immediately hold your cheek with your free hand and look at him. “What are you looking at” he says in a cocky tone I give him a judge mental look and he says “I said what the fuck are you looking at” I feel his grip loosen so I flick my wrist off his hand and push him.

He stumbles and then gains his balance and pushes you onto the wall and stands in front of you. he towers over you, he grabs your wrists and holds them tight in one of his hands and looks down at you “who do you think you are” he says in a cocky tone before he slaps you again and presses you on the wall with his thigh so you won’t move. You look up at him and give him a concerned look, he proceeds to cup ur chin in his hand “you know I don’t like when you get home late” he says.

You shake ur head so that he isn’t able to hold you Lee know gets mad and pulls you to the floor by your wrists. He then dragged me into the bedroom his grip on my wrist cutting blood circulation. “Sit” he said in a demanding tone his glare cold and unreadable. I follow his orders and avoid his gaze. He lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him. “What am I going to do with you?” He says as he sighs “you piss me off so much” he then adds as he caresses my cheek softly, he proceeds to cup my cheek but his touch becomes aggressive. He scoffs “you like when I hit, you don’t you?” I wince as I shake my head. “Liar” he says smirking, he pushes me onto the bed and I let out a gasp. “Shut up” he says in a dominant tone.

He presses his forehead against yours leaving his lips just inches away from yours. He maintains eye contact with you and whispers “don’t go out without me, your mine and the idea of other guys even just looking at you kills me” I nod in response, he leans into my ear “I hate you so much” he says. I look at him and shake my head “no you don’t” I say hoping he agrees “I hate when you leave me here” he says correcting himself. I sigh and place a kiss on his forehead to which he pins me on the bed and kisses me roughly. His hands run down my body as his tongue explores my mouth. He pulls away from the kiss as he pants lightly, and goes down to kiss your neck leaving a trail of hickeys and bite marks.

You place your hand on the back of his head and tangle his hair around your fingers. He begins to take your shirt off, he admires you laying beneath him. “Fuck you’re gorgeous” he mumbles. He goes down to kiss your breast as his hand rests on your waist as the other cups your breast. He gently bites your breast which causes you to let out a soft gasp, he looks up at you and smiles.

He then goes up and places a soft peck on your lips before turning the kiss into a passionate make out with his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands travel your body as he softly presses on bruises he’s left on your body. You slightly moan into the kiss as you feel him press on your bruises. He pulls away from the kiss and admires you, your body, and the marks he’s left all over your body “fuck I love you so much” he says in breaths “I love you too” you reply.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Soff n spoopy idea for the spoopiest day!

You end up making a mask matching FL’s and he is just OVER THE MOON- you’re twinning for a day!

Plenty of face bonks for each other but he might end up snapping off one of the horns cause they’re just paper mache :’3

a day late for spooky day but this is still SO CUTE!!!

you start making the mask a couple weeks in advance- paper mache isn't exactly a fast thing to craft- Legacy often peering curiously over your shoulder. he nudges you, chirping questioningly, but you playfully refuse to tell him what you're making. slowly the mask comes together, the horns looking more pointed and the structure becoming sleek and sharp the longer you work. Legacy lets out a trill of utter delight when you finally paint and wear the mask, holding it up to your face with a laugh. you're like a tiny him!! headbumps are many and plentiful, even if they do eventually end with one of your carefully crafted horns breaking off. he feels so bad, whimpering and whining and pressing his head into your hands for forgiveness, but it's okay- you can just make it again next year!

however, if you don't feel like making the mask again, there is another option- Childe's Harbinger mask! it's even better if you can get your hands on one of his uniforms, so you can really scare people into thinking you're the Eleventh Harbinger. Legacy thinks it's hilarious and even gives you Childe's bow (without arrows) to carry around- it's a little surreal for the people who know about Foul Legacy to see you and him walking around, and once Legacy relinquishes control of Childe's body, the actual Eleventh Harbinger lifts the mask off your face and gives you a gentle kiss of appreciation

[echantedtoon]

In The Moon's Shadow (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch3 Amongst Us

(Warnings: Some Hate and discrimination against demons. Y/n accidentally cuts her hand a bit. Mentioning of a few scars on reader's hands. 

 Demons don't eat humans in this au but most aren't very pleasant. Y/n has no cannon design and can look however you like except for her turquoise eyes which is plot related.)

The scent of burnt flowers is the first thing that greeted you when you came back to the little shop two days later.

You had slept in late because of your nightly escapades and by the time you woke up and rushed back to the small shop, it was already mid-day. But you had found your boss there. And the older woman was. NOT. Pleased.  The opening of the door was greeted by her form sitting down near a shelf looking to be rearranging some candles by color, and had given you the dirtiest scowl you'd ever seen on an old woman.

"Where have you been?!," she demanded rudely as you gasped for air from running all the way there. Her arms crossed and she scowled harder. "I've been up all morning trying to rearrange these shelves all by myself and I can't reach most of them!"

You immediately bowed still gasping for air. "I-...I'm s-so sorry. I-I overslept b-by accident." You gasped out between breaths.

"Excuses, excuses! I don't suppose you brought me the basil I asked for?" Her brow rose as your body stiffened up, remembering that you stupidly left the small bag of wild herbs by your bedside. She hummed. "Mm hm. Well since you think that staying up last night would give you a good excuse for lateness, you can just come in early tomorrow morning and help clean out the storage in the back!''

"I-I can just go b-back and get them-"

"And give you the idea of just falling back asleep? Not likely. Now get in here and get those green candles off the top shelf."

It seems fate decided to be a cruel lady to you. You had no choice but to sigh and obey, forcing your tired body to just work the rest of that day away before being granted permission to finally head home and rest more. Totally exhausted by the time you got home and just collapsing into your futon with a sigh. Tomorrow... Tomorrow would be better after you got lots of sleep and weren't feeling sleep deprived.

The first rays of day kissed the skies good morning and woke her up enough to bring out the cheerful smile of morning from her slumber. Glass shined as the light passed right through the window panes and chased away the darkness in the home. The rays of light passed up the body stopping among the head and shining directly into the soff eyelids. They fluttered and moved from the light's gleam until they opened slowly, squinting and blinking at the light until they adjusted.

Turquoise irises gazed softly out at the world.

You blinked before groaning in annoyance at the light shuffling around under your blanket but ultimately decided to get up from how too warm it was. The summer beat and the sun's light baring down on you on top of the thick blanket covering you made your body too irritatedly hot, so the blanket was kicked off in order for you to get up. Your torso sat up arms reaching above your head to stretch out, your mouth yawning. A hand reached up to wipe the sandman's kisses away from your eyes. Another morning to live. Another day to work. You slowly got yourself up and got yourself ready despite your still groggy state to get ready for work to ensure you'd not get another earful from your boss for being late again. So you were quick to make yourself look presentable and made sure to grab the small bag of herbs she wanted to avoid any scolding concerning that as well. With a final look in the mirror and grabbing a nearby apple for breakfast, you smiled at yourself before you opened the door and headed out your door into the morning sun. 

You held the bright red apple in your mouth as you closed the door to your small one bedroom home behind you and turned to start walking down the sunny street. The sweet taste of apple tainted your senses as you are the delicious fruit on your way down the road. There was a nice breeze again today and a lot of clouds in the sky providing you shade from the harsh sunlight as you walked which made it a nice day to walk around. No doubt there would be countless people taking advantage of the nice weather. Your turquoise eyes wondered around lifting the fruit again to your mouth...but lowered it as you noticed that-...Wait a minute.

Where was everyone?

Your eyes wondered around the nearly empty street as you walked down the dirt road between all the houses and small businesses slowing down your pace as you noticed that the streets were.. unusually barren. Usually you would see young children running around playing and laughing loudly in such nice weather but you didn't see any of the young children around or their laughter. The elderly would be seen relaxing on the shady porches but they too were gone. No men and their sons were walking past you to the forest to fish and hunt like they did every morning. No people were walking around the roads. No one was tending to the various small gardens around the homes... Nothing. Well no. There WAS a few people. Although they seemed to be walking quickly and keeping their heads down whenever you watched them pass. You tried smiling and waving at a few people but they either ignored you or didn't notice making you raise a brow at their strange behaviors. What was going on? This was highly unusual. You couldn't help but stare at the strange occurrence. Turning a corner you were pleased to see at least two child playing outside. A little boy no older than five playing with no doubt his baby brother as the barely toddler boy squealed in delight as his older brother played peekaboo with him. You smiled softly at the cute sight before a slamming of a door caused both to look up.

"What do you think you're doing?!," an angry older woman demanded. She had thrown the sliding door open in the house right across from the two boys that looked at her. 

"We're playing?," the older boy asked back.

"When there's death lurking about?! You're in big trouble!!"

The woman(their mother no doubt) continued scolding them as she stomped over. Effortlessly scooping up the baby in one arm while the other harshly grabbed the young boy by the back of his kimono. He was forced up and quickly marched back into the house, the door slamming back shut just as you were walking past their house. You continued to stare at the door for a long moment as you passed bewildered more before continuing on your way towards the small shop. Seriously what was going on? It was like if the a plague had combed through the town scaring everyone into hiding overnight. It wasn't like this just the other day. You decided to get to work quickly and see if things were better there instead. The apple core now eaten was tossed aside into a nearby tree patch before you hurried on your way down the rest of this street before turning left and going down three more small homes. The third home being the small shop that doubled as your boss's home. The streets were still practically empty but at least the shop looked calm. The eerie silence was getting to you so you quickly walked up to the shop and opened the door-

Only to reel back as the smells of burning wysteria and smoke and ashes hit your senses.

The stinging of the smoke hit you first as your eyes stung from smoke. The smell of singed wysteria burning your nostrals and making your lungs involuntarily cough and instincts drove you to sharply throw your head to the side. Your coughing fit in the open doorway to allow most of the smoke in the house to escape instantly and allowing the wind still blowing to blow it away.

"What are you doing?!," an older voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard screeched. "You'll letting our protection out you foolish girl!"

A hand suddenly grabbed your arm and tugged harshly. Your coughing firm gasped out as you were thrown inside stumbling a few feet before falling to your knees and continuing to cough. There was a loud slamming sound behind you as someone closed the door quickly and then shuffled around you. You coughed and fanned away any leftover smoke away from your face, rubbing your watery eyes before you turned and stared at the old woman shuffling around to look at you with a deep scowl.

"W-What *cough* was that?," you asked between coughs looking at her. "Did something catch on fire?"

"No you naive child!," she spat pointing at you harshly, "You just jeopardized what little protection I have against these beasts!"

You blinked at her bewildered even more. "W-What are you talking about? Protection from what?"

"How could you not know?!"

"Know what? What's going on?"

"FOOLISH GIRL!!" The pointing finger poked harshly on your chest. "A demon's been spotted outside of the village two nights ago!" Her face turned from anger and annoyance to fear quickly as she gave a quick look outside of the window. "As far as everyone knows it's still out there."

Your body froze as her words slowly seeped into your brain and your eyes widened. "A what?!"

A demon. The rumored cold hearted killers everyone feared. And one was spotted near your peaceful village?! How- No. WHY?! It didn't make any sense for a demon to be here. Demons lived in large towns and cities and were attracted to buzzing crowds and wars and fighting. It wouldn't make sense for them to come all the way out here. It was literally in the middle of nowhere and was as bland and simple as can be. There wasn't any treasures or valuable things to attract them. So why was there one lurking about? You blinked looking around you and finally located the source of all the smoke and smells. Many small sticks of wysteria incense had been lit and burning. Around them was all the wysteria scented candles you had lit up and filling up the home with more wysteria smell. The amount of smoke and wysteria was overwhelming and made your head spin. Eventually you reached up to pinch your nose to protect it from the scent overload.

"Why are you burning so much wysteria?"

"Because demons hate the flower. They won't go near it. It's the only protection an old woman like me can have but because of you most of it went out the door!''

"Don't you think you're taking it a bit too far?," you asked ignoring her insults.

"Absolutely not! When it comes to a demon I won't take chances! Now go in the back and see if there's anymore wysteria candles quickly! We need to light more to replace the heavy scent you lost me!"

You would've sighed at her yelling again but given the circumstances you'd thought it'd be better to play it safe. So you only got up and obeyed silently. There was not anymore wysteria scented candles in the back or on any of the shelves when you looked nor was there anymore wysteria incense. She had burnt all of it. The closest thing you could find was a single small bottle of wysteria perfume that your boss immediately grabbed and dosed herself in making your head swim more from the overpowering scent. You started to develop a headache the more you smelt it, and with her refusing to open any doors or windows, you had taken to just sitting in a separate room and covering your nose with your kimono. Safe to say that you didn't have any customers that day. In fact most of it was spent trying not to cough, calming down your boss, and watching her obsessively looking out the window in fear but every time you looked out, you saw absolutely nothing out of the ordinary other than the eerily silent streets, and you missed the tall figure walking slowly down the road. He stopped, took a few seconds to gaze around carefully,.. before slowly walking back down the road away from the shop. You were too busy with your back towards the window trying to calm the old woman's rambles for the fifth time to notice. But at least you knew why everyone was acting strangely at this point. 

You also alternated between trying to carve a green nice smelling mint soap into the shape of a rose flower in bloom. However this one wouldn't be for sale. Oh no. You were planning on taking this one home for yourself. Unfortunately it wasn't done yet and you had to leave it on the table by the perfumes to tend to your boss's panicked episodes.

Nothing changed except for the sky. The clouds that were blowing across the sky now darkened from white to dark grey and increased in number. The wind picked up shaking your wind chimes like crazy, moving the trees at an alarming rate. A rain storm was coming without a doubt. Hours slowly crept past. The sun moved across the sky near sunset now. And you were surprised to see your boss come out of the back dragging a big bag with her.

Curious and confused you pointed at it and asked, "What's that for?"

"For me of course," she huffed back. "It's too dangerous for a defenseless old woman like myself to stay alone while that monster is roaming about. I'm going to stay with my son and his family until the danger passes! Before dark too." She shivered giving a look at the setting sun. "They always get more active during the night. I'm not going to be stuck alone waiting to see what happens."

"You're leaving now?" You glanced back at the home. You noticed the melted wax all over the floor and the candle stubs and all the ash everywhere. "And leaving the mess?"

"My life is worth more than a mess! It'll be here when I return."

You rose a brow at her and then again at the mess thinking.  "Why don't I clean it? It's the least I could do."

The older woman gave you a look like you were crazy and looked you up and down. "Are you still sleep deprived?"

"No. I'd just rather not leave a mess. It usually brings bad luck."

"And you'd do that despite the dangers?"

"There hasn't been any dangers. No one has shown up all day and we haven't even seen anything. For all we know, that sighting might've just been a misunderstanding. Or maybe the demon already left."

She still looked at you like you were crazy but eventually looked away shaking her head. "If you want to clean so late I won't stop you, but I still say you're nothing but foolish." She nodded towards the back of the home. "Although I won't leave you to wonder back home alone if you don't have to. If it becomes too dark, you can just spend the night here and spare yourself the dangers of walking alone at night."

You smiled at her before nodding. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you."

"Hmm. Just don't say I didn't warn you if something were to happen." With that last grim warning, she left with her bag. Carefully pulling the door open, looking up and down the road, and shuffling out as quick as her old legs could carry her up the road.

You were left standing there staring at the door before you also slowly approached the door and slid it all the way open. The eerily quiet streets met you as you gazed your turquoise eyes up and down the empty dirt road carefully but yet again did not see anyone other than the quickly retreating form of the old woman before she took disappeared around a corner. Truly leaving the streets empty and devoid of life. You continued to stare a little while longer before sighing and allowing the door to remain completely open to allow the remaining burning wysteria smell to escape the house. It was giving you a big headache at this point so fresh air would be just what you needed. So allowing it to remain wide open, you got to work grabbing the broom to sweep up the ashes. You sighed seeing all the wax dried all over the floors and tables. You'd have to get a knife to scrape the wax off everything. You would not have an easy night.

Twilight soon began to fall and the more you stayed the more quiet it gotten and the less people you saw until the streets were completely bare of any living creatures and no lights other than the occasional street lantern or candle in the window and the setting sun leaving only a little sunlight to spare. It would soon be complete night, and you were left all alone. You felt almost like a criminal gazing around back allies, hiding from sight, and keeping secret. The darkened skies completely filled up with dark clouds and the wind blew fiercely making the trees shake and groan scarily. The wind blowing in making you shiver and decide now would be a good time to close the door soon. Countless minutes were spent on hand and knees using a carving knife to scrape wax off the floor until you had finally finished. Although not without consequences. During the last few bits, the knife slipped from your hand and sliced across the palm of your right hand. It wasn't a deep cut. Nothing life threatening to you, but it still stung as you wrapped a spare bandage from the back around it. Today was definitely not your day.

You gathered the wax pieces and quickly went outside to throw them out before returning to grab the broom and started to sweep all the ashes across the floor and out the door. As you were doing so, the first drops of rain started to pour down and hit the roof and outside. The broom bristles scraped across the floor pushing the ashes outside the door and onto the porch. You took a moment to stand there and look out into the stormy dark night. Rain pelted everything and you jumped as the first clash of thunder crashed throughout the heavens- A sudden noise made you suddenly jump and a cat yowled out from the inside of an overflowing crate full of garbage and scurried away into the night leaving you spooked. You felt on edge from your boss's warning and you couldn't help but feel like you were one of those unfortunate victims you always heard in ghost stories. The ones who always meet their early demise in the dark. If you weren't offered shelter here for the night instead of walking back in this weather, you would've felt more on edge. The last rays of the setting sun was dowsed by the watering night and all light finally left, making the shadows more powerful. More bigger. The outstretched hands of darkness caressed the world in its grip. You quickly swept the ashes off the porch and onto the muddy ground before quickly turning to go back inside. 

The broom retired against the wall. Your hand rested against the door as you gave one last look out. The streets were completely dark, no houses had anymore lanterns or candles inside to light up the houses. Only the lightning to flash everything awake for a brief second. Your shop was the only one with a candle in the window.... Perhaps you should follow suit and put it out and retire for the night. It was already getting late and your worries were starting to make you paranoid about nothing. Your legs took you a step back, your hand slowly slid the door closed-

Only to meet resistance once it was almost closed.

"Hm?"

Your head turned to the door. A light whistling noise was established by the wind blowing through a small space. The door was cracked open just about an inch. You tried pushing it closed all the way but it didn't budge. What the- Your other hand reached up to try and push it shut with both hands. It didn't budge. You started to push harder and harder to try and get it closed. It didn't move. Soon you were pushing it as hard as you could with both hands and a shoulder pressed against it but still it did not budge. With a grunt you stopped and stared at the door before looking at the very bottom of the door. There wasn't anything jammed there blocking the door from closing. So why wasn't it shutting all the way?... Perhaps the outside of the door was caught on something? You decided to open the door again to see if an outside factor was causing this problem. Your hand grabbed the door once again but instead of pushing you pulled...and was again met with the same unmoving resistance. You started pulling harder and harder. Nothing. What was going on? You reached out to slip your fingers through the small crack in the door to grab the door and began pulling with all your might. The door was still resisting. Why wasn't it budging? Surely it couldn't have gotten stuck. It was perfectly fine a few hours ago! With a grunt you scowled at where your hands gripped the front of the door.

Only to freeze ice cold at what turquoise irises saw. 

Your fingers gripped the doorway, but under them a third pair of fingers gripped the door, slipped in through the small crack from the outside. The large fingers ended in sharpened nails jabbing themselves into the wood embedding themselves into place firmly. You gazed at the third hand silently and in shock. The ice cold washing over your body as if ice had been injected in your veins-

CLASH!!

You let out a yelp and jumped back in surprise as another crash of thunder crashed overhead. Your hands released the door as you stumbled back until the back of your legs hit the small table in the middle of the room. Your bumped rattled a few perfume bottles on display and a few thumped against the wooden surface tipping over. Rain bear against the roof. Wind howled. Thunder crashed. And lightning flashed as you froze up. Your eyes shrinking to the size of pins as you stared at the hand clutched onto the door. It stayed like that for a long,long time. You couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Only stared in an unholy horror you've never felt before as the hand and yourself remained unmoving as if in some staring match.

The. Hand. Moved.

It physically tightened it's hold on the door before pulling back the door slowly. The door opened wider and wider and wider revealing the outside. Your jaw fell open. Your eyes shrank as small as they could go. The door made a soft thud sound as it opened all the way and revealed the entity lurking on the other side. 

CLASH!!

A bolt of lightning lit up the dark figure now revealed to you in the doorway. Wind blew around mahogany colored hair wildly both cascading down his back and framing his face. Pale skin skin to a corpse. The black Hakama pants and purple haori coat blew around straining against the tall body that wore them against the wind. A flash of lightning. Bolt of thunder. And the lighting up of six irises sent you stumbling back further around the table knocking over more glass bottles that clinked against one another some more toppling over as you quickly moved around the table and farther back into the house. The figure remained unmoving for a solid second staring inside and watching you panickedly almost falling over on the floor before stopping to stare wide eyed at him again. Silence aside from the elements resumed...The large figure took one step into the home, the door slid all the way closed behind him.

Which meant you were alone. Staring at this....this....You didn't know who or what this was?! The light from the flickering lanterns lit them up enough for you to see his face that was once cloaked in darkness. The hat he wore was dripping a few drops of water from his head. The sparkling drop briefly reflecting two golden irises that stared back at you. Before a second pair opened under the first. And then a third opened above them. Six yellow irises staring at turquoise irises. The long hair framing his face helped hide whatever features you couldn't make out. But your brain nearly fainted from the realization of what was standing before you.

D E M O N

A demon in flesh and blood was just mere feet across the threshold of your much smaller body. His form and height was imposing. As was the claws his hands held and the long katana in clear view tied to his side. Turquoise eyes glanced at it briefly before turning back on his face-..And blinking as he had turned his head away from yours. You were met with the side of his head instead. His eyes averted away from you and staring at the left far wall. Which was lined up with shelves filled with scented oils and plenty of incense. You couldn't see his eyes because of the long mahogany bangs but jumped as his head turned all the way over to stare at the other far wall. The shelves on that side stocked up with scented candles, and soaps, and nice smelling bath salts ready to be bought and used.

"What kind of store is this?" A deep gruff voice spoke out making you jump ..and blink- "It's rude to not answer when spoken to." The blunt, monotone voice came again and it took you a moment to realize it was coming from his mouth which was moving. You jolted blinking at him. He wanted to know..what shop this was? "It's also rude to stare."

"I-its a f-f-fragrance store," you quickly squeaked out in a high pitched voice of fear.

"Fragrance...store?" The monotone voice sounded..confused almost as he took a moment to look around before humming. "Never heard of one."

"W-W-We sell f-f-fragrances of all kinds." You gestured a shaking hand at the shelves. "I- incense. Oils. Perf-fumes. W-We have them all."

He hummed again. "Curious." 

You remained still anf silent as he turned his whole body and walked over to the shelves on the right side of the small home. Afraid to move and catch his attention. He stopped in front of the shelves specifically stacked up with soaps and scented candles. His head moving slowly from side to side examining the colorful candles and soaps carefully. His head stopping at one of the middle shelves where the carved soaps were. Most of the soaps were in fact NOT carved into shapes. In fact most were just plain square-rectangle bars. However the few that were carved was all placed in the middle shelves for easy access. They caught the eye of a lot of people especially travelers and it seemed the demon also seemed to take interest in them. Staring intently at the few carved into fruits, flowers, and one of two animals. His hand reached out to curious pick up a pink soap carved into the shape of an apple. It sat in his palm for a second before he slowly put it back down before turning back to the colorful candles. He stared at them all with his back Towards you.. before his head tilted at them.

"These candles do not smell of just wax." Again he sounded slightly confused but.. interested.

"T-T-Those are s-scented candles."

"Scented??"

You nodded your head despite the fact he wasn't looking at you. "T-That 's right. They're made with d-different herbs and oils and flower petals mixed into the w-wax. When they burn and the wax melts, they g-give off a pleasant scent."

He hummed interested. "I have never heard of such a thing before." A hand of his reached up to lightly touch a bigger blue candle with clouds carved lightly into the outer wax. "...Is the owner available?"

You blinked looking at him before shaking your head again despite he wasn't looking at you. "N-No. She went home. B-But if you n-need help finding something I-I work here." Maybe if you could help him find whatever he was looking for he'd leave.

He didn't say anything at first before retracting his hand from the shelf and speaking. "I'm looking for a gift." You just blinked. A gift? "My brother is getting engaged. I wish to purchase a gift for his engagement ceremony."

Wait...he came in here to find a gift? For his brother's engagement? So he wasn't here to try to tear you apart or rob the store? You immediately let your body relax in relief sighing. Oh thank the gods! Still didn't make this any less scary but it made it more understanding.

You finally offered an employee smile you usually gave customers and gestured to the table you had previously bumped into. "Well if it's an engagement ceremony then perhaps the bride to be would like one of our perfumes?" He turned and all six eyes targeted the table you pointed out. "They're all made from local flowers."

He silently stepped forward until he was standing before you staring at the table. You once again tensed up under his shadow as he practically loomed over you. His eyes scanning the labels on the bottles, some still knocked over, before you heard him snort and turn his head away shaking it no.

"They are too strong. Smells terrible." You blinked. He hadn't even opened them and they weren't that strong. You actually thought they smelt nice- "However...That is pleasant." You blinked and watched as he leaned over, reached out, and grabbed the half carved mint soap rose from the table. "Details are... suitable." You froze more as all size eyes turned to you. "How much?"

Ooooh crap. That was the one you were hoping to bring home! You liked it and worked hard on carving such great detail into its fake petals. But we're you really going to say no to this imposing figure?

You gulped as he still bore his eyes into yours expecting an answer. "I-I...D-Dont know."

"Don't know?"

"I-I'm not done carving it yet," you quickly replied pointing at it, "I can't sell something that's not finished yet."

Each pair of eyes slowly blinked at you before looking at the half carved rose soap with newfound interest. "You..carved this?"

You nodded. "Yes. I carve a few c-candles and soaps."

He hummed before placing the soap back down on the table. "Do you do custom designs?"

You blinked. Was a demon seriously asking you to do a custom job for him? You shook your head before nodding. "Yes. Sometimes."

He didn't say anything at first. Turning he turned back to the shelf of scented candles and walked right up to it. His eyes scanned the shelves before stopping on one candle in particular. It was one of the biggest candles you had. About as big and wide as a small jar. He picked it up and brought it to his face. The scents of cloves and cinnamon filled his senses and he hummed pleased at the pleasant smell it had. The candle was turn delicately in his palms twisting this way and that. 

'Yes. This would be work perfectly. The red reminded him of his eyes and hair almost. The strong cinnamon smell wasn't bad either but pleasant. He certainly hadn't seen anything like this before and surely neither did his brother. It would be an acceptable gift without being too sentimental or tacky.'

He turned back around and walked right up to you. You blinked as he held out the large candle. "I want you to carve a sun into this."

You blinked at him before slowly taking the cinnamon red candle from him. You shivered brushing against his hands that felt cool to the touch. "A-A sun?"

"Yes."

You opened your mouth..but closed it looking back at the candle. "Oh. I ..I can do that. Is there anything specific you want me to add to the design?"

He blinked again before staring at the red candle in thought for a moment. "...Make the sun look as if it was made of dancing flames." 

Dancing flames? A sun made of dancing flames. Ok. Not the worst order you could've gotten. "I can do that but it'll take me a few days to finish it."

He hummed before looking at the half finished rose shaped mint soap again before pointing at it. "And how long will it take you to finish that piece?"

You looked where he pointed and a disappointed feeling filled you. It looked like you wouldn't be able to keep it after all. "I'm mostly done with it but again it'll take some days especially since I'll also be doing this job for you."

He just closed his eyes and nodded. "Will you be able to finish both within two weeks?"

"Two weeks?...I think so. Yes."

"Then I want this also, looking as if it was in full bloom." 

Yep. You definitely weren't going to be able to keep it. His eyes opened slightly and finally took the chance to really look at you... before all six eyes blinked in surprise and he fully turned his head at you.

"I can do both of those." 

You tried not to sigh as you looked back to him and blinked as he was full on staring at you. Being so close you finally got an expert look at his face. His six eyes were yellow with red veiny sclera. Mahogany bangs framing his face. But what was most strange was the flame like markings on the upper corner of his face and the lower part of his face going down his neck. There was a long pause as you both just took each other in, especially him. He seemed to stare especially hard at your eyes before his eyes became half lidded and he hummed.

"You work late at night as well?"

You blinked. "Huh?"

"Women shouldn't be in the woods late at night. Not should they be working alone late at night either."

You stared.....Wait a minute-

"Do you make it a habit of being nocturnal?"

It was as if a glass shattering sound went off in your head as your jaw mimicked a hold fish. Staring wide eyed at him. Your head looked him up and down. Stopping on his sword and the purple and black haori coat. 

 Wait a dam minute-

"YOU-"

"Yes." He bluntly cut you off uninterested in the unexpected reunion before sighing. Of course he'd run into the strange woman in town. Figures with his luck. "Since your work has been established, I'll be staying nearby until you finish. Money will not be an issue but I do expect what I ask to be done within the time frame."

You could only stare gobsmacked at him as he simply turned to make back towards the door and opened it. The sounds of wind and heavy rain filling the space again as he stepped out-

"W-Wait!," you called arm out. He paused turning his head slightly. "C-Cant I at least have your name please?"

He stood against the blowing wind for a good moment before turning back. "You may call me Kokushibo."

The door slid back shut behind him and leaving you staring after him in the flickering candlelights.

[galaxyedging]

Max Lord x ofc, Dave York x f!reader, Javier Peña x f!reader, Dave York x Javier Peña

WC:4.7k

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. F!receiving oral. M/M hand jobs. Double penetration. Dave York. Filth.

Summary: Dave York is a menace.

And It Just Keep Getting Better

Part 4: Three's Good Company

"Mrs Lord? I had to put one of Dave's guests in one of the spare rooms. She enjoyed herself a little too much and had been on a crash diet to look her best." Kyle called down to the front desk. Mrs Lord thanked him, and he heard her mutter something about Dave needing to come with extra warnings.

Kyle didn't mind working at the motel. He was one of the few men here who hadn't crossed over into sex work but the pay was still good. Santos passes him on the balcony carrying a tray of food for the latest victim of Dave York's libido. Like him, Santos is just here to work. The same goes for Dio, who does the housekeeping as part of his community service. Ricky, another young guy, helps out with maintenance now that Joel has proven himself a very welcome addition to the team of men the motel offers. Paul, who tends bar. The motel is teetotal so no-one makes any choices out of Dutch courage but Paul makes incredible mocktails.

The music becomes louder as he walks closer to the party. Omar's voice is muffled by the walls. Omar was a man of many talents. A boxer, a DJ, and very popular with the guests despite his tendency to come across as a cocky asshole. Reaching the party, Kyle peers through the side window. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Santos' appetisers have gone down well. People are chatting and dancing. Some with their potential partners for the night. Some with each other. It seems like it might be a calm, quiet night for him. There's still the chance he might be called for muscle cramps, back spasms, and sprains from over ambitious positions.

It's then he notices Din soff to the side of the bar standing firm. Din is a big, intimidating guy, so he usually tries his best to make his body language non-threatening. Following his eyeline, Kyle saw what had the big guy on edge. Dave is back in circulation, and he is standing in a group of women with Javier at his side. Javier's grip on his glass is noticeably tight as Dave pours on the charm.

Dave and Javier shared a wall and they are the most competitive bastards going. They are both ex-government agents. Both thoroughly enjoy their new job. They out earn all the other men here as they take work almost every night. Oberyn and Dieter come a close third and fourth, due to the fact that they actually like to take time off to indulge their other hungers. Luckily, Javier usually knew where to draw the line when they get competitive with clients. Dave's moral compass was a little less accurate in its directions. Kyle had dealt with a lot of the fallout from that, mild bruises and friction burns from Dave going a little too rough when he's asked to be.

The motel was more than you hoped for. The atmosphere was lively, the DJ was on fire. The volume was just low enough to have a conversation. The first man you spoke to was gorgeous. A deep tan, soft curly hair, warm inviting eyes. His orange shirt was unbuttoned low, inviting your eyes to his chest. The collar bones peeking out made you want to bite them and his long neck. Then he started to talk. He was charming enough but he just seemed too…sweet.

Finding yourself single at forty-five and suddenly thrust into the dating scene was, well, shocking. All the men you met seemed to want a mother not a partner. You needed a man that could go toe to toe with you. One that can stimulate your mind as well as your body. One that could handle your needs that had only seemed to grow with age. One that would give you exactly what you ask for or take control of you when needed.

The way the man in the blue shirt looks at you, with an almost challenging glint in his eyes, makes you feel like you may have found someone worthy of you. He holds your gaze as he chats idly to the young woman in front of him. His hand finds her lower back as she laughs at her own story. The group around him laughs too, he doesn't react, he just keeps holding your gaze. There's something about the look on his face that drives you feral. Every inch of your body wants him but you don't want to make it too easy for him. Crossing the space between you approach the man on his right, laughing as he finishes a well time story. Introducing yourself to him first you see Blue Shirt's nostrils flare. Javier, as he tells you, takes your hand to kiss the back of it. The woman to your left clearly bristles at the attention he gives you as Dave, as Javier told you, tenses. Javier gives you a knowing smirk as he returns his attention to the woman.

After your little show Dave invites you to dance. You're barely on the dance floor before he pulls you tight to him, giving you a good idea of what is going on under that blue shirt as you press against him. With his lips almost on the shell of your ear he whispers "So you like to play games?"

Pulling back you look dead into his cold eyes and reply "No. I like to win them."

It certainly felt like winning as Dave's tongue curled inside of you. It strokes up your walls, exciting every nerve ending it touches. It's almost your own personal paradise as the man between your legs expertly draws you closer to orgasm by the second. Until the steady thumping begins against the wall above your head. Dave's eyes had been glued to the mess he was making between your legs and of you. Now they burned a hole in the wall.

"Everything okay?" You ask him sweetly as if you don't know exactly what's going on.

"Fine." He grunts against your folds as the thumping gets louder and is accompanied by Javier's name being chanted.

"Really because you seem to be more interested in what's going on next door." Amusement laces your tone.

"No, of course not." Dave huffs as he buried two fingers inside you.

A curl of his thick fingers makes you gasp. The sound is lost as Javier picks up the pace next door. Dave scowls and doubles down on his efforts to make you come.

The way he curls his fingers is blissful but not enough to distract you. "It's okay. I'm enjoying it. Why don't you invite them over? We can all play nice?"

Dave stops in his tracks a heavy frown on his face until you see the thought work through his brain and he breaks out into a grin.

The woman, Amber, maybe, (she did tell you her name you were far too distracted by a very naked and still erect Javier entering the room to take note) was a screamer. For the way Javier was fucking her deeply from behind you could get why but it was getting a bit much. Especially when she started throwing the word 'Papi' around. Dave looked like he wanted to pull out of you and choke her with his dick so she would shut the hell up.

Without much convincing Dave had gone next door and convinced them to join you.

"Fun!" Maybe Amber had exclaimed before getting on all fours next to you as you remained laying where Dave had left you not too far from your peak. Javier gave your body an approving once over over before slamming himself back into Amber with so much force that your teeth chattered on her behalf. Dave was busy getting a condom as Javier practically eye fucked you. His attention was solely on you as he drilled Maybe Amber from behind. The tension between you built until Maybe Amber screamed and clawed the sheets next to you. Javier let her drop to her chest panting before pulling out and making a show of pumping his still hard cock.

"Do you have another in you, Cariño?" He practically purred in her ear as he pulled her up flush to him palming her full tits as he did so.

Usually a woman's moans would turn you on but Maybe Amber's somehow managed to be obnoxious. Something snaps inside of you as you sit up to cover her mouth with your own. You can feel her shock until she slowly gives herself to you. Your tongue parts her lips and she lets it roll over hers.

"Naughty!" She playfully swats at your shoulder as you pull away.

Javier is suddenly pulling out of her and flipping her over to match your position on the bed. There's a look exchanged between him and Dave before they both start fucking in earnest. Dave is filling you completely, driving his cock right up against your cervix. The pleasure is almost blinding, it steals your breath. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for Maybe Amber, the very white woman, still shouting 'Papi'. Pulling her to you, you kiss her again. The moans against your mouth tell you she's close. Moving away to give her some air you see the silent exchange between Javier and Dave. Javier is clearly pleased that he seems to be winning their little race to see who can get their woman to come first. Dave snarled at him as he shifts your hips higher and strokes against your g-spot. Javier swallows as you arch up, highlighting the breast he's wanted to kiss since he lay eyes on them. Javier doesn't break his rhythm at all, Maybe Amber gets closer and closer until…Dave pulls Javier in for a bruising kiss. It's enough to halt his thrusts completely. Arousal floods around Dave's cock as you enjoy the scene in front of you. Maybe Amber isn't so taken with it.

"....and then they kissed. I mean I don't mind girls doing it for fun but men? Ew. That's not what I paid for. I'm not paying to see that kind of thing. It's unnatural." Kimber finishes her story for Mrs Lord. Her husband Max sits next to her.

Max had a cushion on his lap, he grips it tightly and prepares for his wife's response.

Mrs Lord plasters on a tight smile. "You did the right thing by removing yourself from an unwanted situation. Now, I'm going to do the right thing by removing you from a situation that you are unwanted in." Kimber's mouth flaps like a fish, and Max shifts in his seat as Mrs Lord continues. "I'll have your bill for services already rendered, and a copy of the NDA you signed, ready for you once you have collected your things. A cab will be on its way. Thank you."

Any protests from Kimber are skillfully shut down by Mrs Lord. Max looks at her full of pride. His bare cock swells against the cushion he was concealing it with since the disgruntled client stormed in mid hand job.

Mrs Lord removes the cushion to find it smeared with fresh precum. "Look at this. This is just from watching me put a bigot in her place? You still get excited so easily for me. Don't you?"

"Always!" He barks out as her hand returns to his throbbing length. A couple of calls had already interrupted them twice so Max was right on the edge.

"I want to make a mess all over yourself and do the walk of shame to your room covered in the cum I milk out of you. I want everyone to know exactly what I do to you. Can you do that for me, my pretty boy?"

Max gasps and shudders as he covers himself in his cum. "Good boy." Mrs Lord strokes back his sweat soaked her as she tucks him away.

Maybe Amber's absence was barely noticed at all.

"Fuck. I'll pay extra if you do that again." You told Dave.

A smug smirk spread across his beautifully pouted lips.

"I'll pay for you, too. All night." You breathlessly tell Javier.

Originally you were going to save the threesome for night two. Mr Lord told you that some guests only stay for one night so you'd have more choice as you were paying for an entire weekend. You were more than happy to change up your plans for the two incredible men before you. Javier was lithe and lean, with a tiny waist, the little curve of his stomach was the only sign of his age. Dave was more muscular, his body was thicker and his ass had a more pronounced curve. Javier's eyes were softer, almost cow like. Where Dave's were cold and hawkish. They are both equally devastatingly attractive.

Javier makes the first move, threading his fingers tightly in Dave's hair as he kisses him like you asked. Making another move his fingers trail down your thigh as Dave begins to thrust again. Breaking the kiss Dave pays full attention to working his cock against your g-spot as Javier's long fingers find your swollen clit to stroke circles over it. Stars seem to twinkle in front of your eyes as your eyelids flutter. You sink back into total bliss as the two men work in tandem to get you closer. Dave can feel you right on the edge of cascading down into a pit of ecstasy. For some reason you teeter on it. That's when Dave has an idea. Spitting on Javier's cock he gives it a few long strokes as Javier leans into him and moans into his neck. The sight pushes you over the edge. You fall headlong into the void. Everything else falls away apart from your pleasure. There's no messy divorce or disappointing dates, just a deep hole of all consuming euphoria.

When you crawl back out of it moments later you see the two men have kept themselves busy. The two of them are on their knees at the end of the bed slowly fisting each other's cocks. At this point you are dripping on to the sheet below you.

"You're back." Dave grins. "I thought we lost you there for a second."

Shaking off any wariness you felt from coming so hard you focus on the task at hand. These two men are yours, all night. The bed creaks as you climb up to kneel with them, kissing Javier then Dave. Dave responds to the micro aggression of you choosing Javier first by kissing you roughly, all tongue and teeth. The same teeth bite into your neck as Javier kisses the other side.

"Fuck me. Here. Like this, both of you." You manage to pant out.

Javier holds you up as Dave grabs some condoms and lube. When he returns you push away his hand with the condoms in. "You won't need them." The look in your eyes tells him not to question it. They're both clean and Kyle 'acquires' all the clients medical info so he knows you're clean and safe.

The lube is cold until the motion of Dave's fingers opening you up warms it. "Are you sure you can take both of us?"

"I've been looking for a man to offer me a challenge. Between you both I think you can just about manage it." A smirk bigger than Dave's graces your lips.

It's wiped off as Javier adds two fingers of his own. The feeling of being so full makes you doubt how long you'll last. It already feels amazing.

"Ladies first." Dave smiles at Javier.

"Fuck off." Javier spits before whispering in your ear. "Are you ready for me?"

In an answer you press your ass back into him. His cock breaching you is exquisite. He's thicker than Dave, the stretch is perfect. Then Dave attempts to join him. It's hard going at first. Even with how wet you are. They are both just so big. Javier plays with your tits. Palming and groping them just right. Rolling your erect nipples between his fingers. Dave helps by thumbing your clit until both of them are inside you.

Javier's hair is soft in your grip opposed to the hard bugle of Dave bicep. You're just suspended between them. Too scared to give them the signal to move. Either one of these men could ruin you, Dave already almost has. Two of them together? Before being thrown back into the lacklustre sex life you had endured this last year? Men who couldn't find you clit with a GPS. Who spilled their load after a few pumps and asked if you enjoyed it. This might actually ruin you for life.

As Dave sucked your bottom lip into his mouth to chew on it lightly, you couldn't care less. "Fuck me."

The scream that left your mouth as they both thrust upward gave Maybe Amber a run for her money.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" Javier asked as he pulled back out a little.

"She's fine." Dave told him making no attempt to ease off at all.

"I'll be fine once you boys start working together." You grit out.

"Together, huh?" Dave raised his eyebrows at Javier.

All of a sudden, four large, strong hands find your waist and ass. They lift you in unison. Your legs are wrapped around Dave's waist. You silently thank the yoga classes you've been taking since the divorce. They've really helped that stiff hip. The hands now guide you up and down as the two of them fill you. You were completely new to double penetration, but since the opportunity presented itself. Why not? It was strange to be so full. It was almost too much. It only took a handful of thrust for you to come around them, and then it really was too much."Stop. Stop."

Javier stops instantly and pulls out. Dave stops and stays completely seated inside you. "Are you sure?" He rolls his hips languidly.

The overstimulation makes you quiver and cling to him.

"She's sure, Dave." Javier's arms wrap around you from behind.

It's a protective gesture that makes you weak in your current hormonal state. He easily pulls you back to him.

"Well then. I guess this is left for you to deal with." Dave grabbed the base of his cock.

Javier ignores him to lay you down gently. "I apologise for him. Can I get you anything? Water?"

"I'm good. I don't think I have it in me for all night after that. It was…" you let out a puff of air and your head is heavy on the pillow.

"Oh, I think we can get one more out of you." Dave is on Javier like a big cat on it's prey. He pounces, hand in Javier's hair, lips sucking at his neck. His free hand roughly fists Javier's cock.

The sound that leaves Javier is definitely a growl. It seems to be more directed at himself, as if he hates that his cock it currently throbbing in the other man's hand. In response, Javier grabs the base of Dave's shaft and squeezes. His teeth sink into Dave's shoulder. It's like watched two apex predators vie for dominance. It's all clashes of teeth and wrestling for control. Until they both get lost in the pleasure. They find a rhythm as they jerk each other off. They simmer down to long, broad strokes. Both of them look utterly wrecked, board chest heave together, precum leaks from their pretty cocks. It's enough to soothe the overstimulation with a fresh burst of arousal. You find your fingers skimming the soft skin of your stomach until they're almost where you so desperately need them.

Only to have Dave yank them away. "I told you you had at least one more in you."

"You did. Even a broken clock…" The sass and the shrug you give Dave delights Javier who pulls you in for a kiss. It's a passionate embrace of his lips at first then fades into a soft caress. Dave's hardness may have piqued your interest first but Javier's softness is even more intriguing. It's clearly something he keeps hidden under a cool exterior. You wonder what happened to make him so guarded.

"Why don't we just take you one at a time this time? Since that smart mouth writes checks your body can't cash? Javier?"

Javier is more than willing as his cock bobs between his legs with his moves close to you. He pulls you up to kneel like him. His lips as kissing trails down your neck and over your breasts. As he mutters against them. "How do you want it?"

"Hard, from behind. Like before." The memory of him fucking Maybe Amber made your pussy flutter.

At the party you heard a rumour that Javier and Dave were always booked. So far you had no reason to doubt that but Javier was certainly driving it home with his cock. He'd started slowly. Pulling your hips back and forth rather than fucking you. He called to Dave to look. "See how wet she's making my cock. Fuck. It disappeared inside her so easily, too. Such a pretty cunt." That's when he had started to thrust himself.

It was as if your climax was at the top of a set of steps, but you couldn't see the top. He'd fuck you to what you thought was the edge then pick up the pace and fuck you even higher. The peak you thought was in reach was really a plateau before he ruined you even further.

The closer Javier got to his own peak, the rougher he was. Now, he has you pinned to the bed by your neck. His body pressed impossibly close between your legs as he gave you every proud inch of his cock. The sheer size would have been overwhelming but he knows how to use it, too. As your legs shake. Javier moans from behind you. "Where do you want it?"

The thought of this beautiful man filling you with his cum snaps the tension building in your core. Your cunt milks him as you beg "Inside. Inside. Please. Oh, god."

Javier's hips are still moving as you spasm around him and his cock floods your pussy. Every part of your body tingles and you feel dizzy with pleasure. There's no time to recover as Dave flips you over. You are thankful for Javier's cum inside you as Dave fills you in one thrust. It aids him to glide right home. Lifting your hips, Dave has you nearly bent in two as he fucks you hard and relentlessly.

"I'll teach you to tease me. We both know it was me you wanted, not him." The headboard is banging wildly against the wall at this point. The sound reverberates around the room. It's almost enough to drown out the sound of the door opening and closing as Javier leaves for a smoke break. The grey cloud he blows out floats past the window and you swear you join it when another orgasm leaves you weightless.

"See you're a good girl, when you're not being a mouthy bitch." Dave muffles your response with his hand. For a second, sincere warm eyes replace his almost dead ones. "Is this alright?"

Looking him in the eyes you nod against his hand.

"Fuck. Gonna use this tight little cunt to finish in. Gonna give you another load in here. You little whore."

Wrenching your face out from under his grasp you manage to get out "Pot. Kettle."

Dave lets out a genuine laugh.

"Fair. You should ask for a job here. With this wet pussy and that fire, men would be queueing around the block. Fuck." He hissed the word. His thrusts were becoming sloppy.

"Maybe I will. Maybe I'll make you pay to fill this pussy every night. The first one is free. Come on." Everything in your body is so geared up for pleasure that it only takes a few circles of your fingertips over your clit for your pussy to clamp down on Dave. A mess swirls between your legs as both your cum and Dave's mix with Javier's. It leaks out as Dave keeps thrusting until he is completely soft and you've finished twitching around him.

"Oh, fuck." Dave's eyes widen as he pulls out. Your pussy is swollen, pink and dripping. Creamy fluid hangs in strings across your lips as he splits them with his fingers to watch his release drip out of your still pulsing hole.

"Shall we call this your job interview? I'm going to need some documentation." Opening a drawer by the bed he pulls out a camera. "Just one picture of this pretty pussy?"

"Is this a thing you normally do?"

"No." He says in all honesty.

The camera is usually a prop for his 'cheating spouse' bit. With his wedding ring still firmly in place people assume he's married so he leans into it. It gives some for the single people a dirty thrill to be chosen over his wife, to break the rules. He threatens them with blackmail, takes a few Polaroids, tells them he'll show people in their lives what a dirty slut they are. It's crude but effective. He sends most of the pictures home with the guests. A few insist that he keep them. He keeps a couple tucked away for when he needs help to rise to the occasion. Planning for two girls' futures means he needs to work a lot. Usually he's up for that, his sex drive has never been higher, but even he gets tired sometimes. He has to pregame, photos in one hand, his cock in the other until he's revived and hard.

This is the last first photo he has taken just for his own pleasure. At the end of the weekend, he'll be secretly thrilled when you refuse to take it. He hides it in his nightstand, and for the first time since the divorce, he'll take his ring off. Dave had fucked a lot of people in the last year, you were the first one to stir something other than his carnal desires.

Javier notices the tan line of Dave's missing wedding ring right away. He doesn't say a thing. He also keeps quiet when, one afternoon, Dave's headboard slams rhythmically into the wall at his head. He knows for a fact that Dave doesn't have anything on the books for that afternoon. He smirks when a familiar voice calls Dave's name. The smirk broadens into a smile for a couple of reasons. Firstly, he's happy to see another guy who was chewed up and spat out by the government getting something good out of life. Secondly, with Dave's cock otherwise occupied, there might finally be a clear winner of their little competition.

Javier enjoys his smoke as he takes in the view from the balcony. The thick layer of forest is so different from where he grew up. He makes a mental note to call his dad and check on how the repairs are going on the ranch. The cigarette is nearly down to his fingers when he spots Max Lord speed walking to the room he keeps downstairs. Javier can help the chuckle that leaves him as notices the white cream streaks over his boss's clothes. He can only imagine what Mrs Lord has done to him this time. Another chuckle leaves him at the thought of the depravity the two of them bring out in each other. He still remembers Max's whimpers as Mrs Lord suck his cock with Javier fucked her from behind for his audition. That's why they took to calling her Mrs Lord. The whole motel would happily warm her bed again but they respected her, and Max, too much. They'd given them all a second chance. Dio was saved from prison. They help Dieter through his rehab. Dave was desperate for cash after the CIA dropped him for someone else's bad call. When Javier himself decided that chasing Escobar wasn't worth the things he had to live with, he'd found a home here, fucking away some of his trauma.

Javier's trip down memory lane is cut short by the arrival of the motel's most mysterious resident. Din. The women with him practically swoon at him merely walking them to his room as they hang from each broad shoulder. Javier knows more about Din's sexual preferences that he does about his circumstances. He knows that Din often takes more than one person to his room. He knows the man has a breeding kink. He's one of the few men who isn't a little freaked out by pregnant clients. Javier is always worried he's going to hurt the kid, no matter how many times Mrs Lord and Kyle reassure him. As it stands, he is the only man at the motel, besides Mr Lord, to make Mrs Lord squirt. Beyond that and his kind nature, Din is a mystery.

[mwarlyn]

mar mar !!! :am frolicking my way to you like as if i hadn't squealed over scaralyn kisses🤭: but .... i spy new pfp? look at how kuni envelops you and cradles your face :(( i am so soff' for the both of you ૮꒰ྀི´ ˘ `ʃƪ꒱ྀིა scaralyn and ichiko must have a peaceful littl picnic as we take a walk through the vibrant hues of orange, yellows, and reds and finish the day off with warm custard buns, but i will be unapologetically pushing kuni to the side and whisking you away for a secret treat of dango milk~

squealing rn hi hi kayla !! ‘m so happy u noticed the new pfp hehe it’s art femi made for me a while back ( here )! it’s been on m’ mind every day since n’ i even have it on my lock screen so i can look at it daily 🧘‍♀️

waah ?! scaralyn n’ ichiko double date sounds so fun , already adding the date to m’ calendar 🍂🥮 … imagining us skipping hand in hand thru the aftermaths of autumn .. warm coloured leaves falling all around us as we leave our two lovers to trail behind muehehe ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა perhaps setting up the picnic while they try to awkwardly bond ( it’s probably kuni being the stubborn one ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა but not to worry ! i’ll sort him out .. :winkwink:)

[manyfandom]

{NSFW WARNING}

Sanij x reader

Sanji was tired and exhausted, so you were in charge of cooking for the straw hat pirates. You were in the kitchen humming a small tone, and sanji walked in. He was surprised to see you in the kitchen, and he immediately asked why you're cooking. You tell him that you're going to cook until he gets better. Sanjis nose bleeds and thanks you with excitement. You giggle and nod as you go back to cooking. Sanji would take a glass of water and swallow some medicine. He sighed and watched you cook. He saw it was very early, and he wrapped his arms around you, waist from behind, thanking you again. You sighed and told him he doesn't need to thank you so much. Sanji would pout and press his chest against your back as his hands go under your shirt. You drop the knife as you gasp, you felt sanjis cold, soft hands rubbing your breasts, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand as you breathe heavily, and sanji puts you on the counter and take soff your shirt. He kisses your chest as he rubs your thighs. You gasp and let out a small moan as he keeps teasing you. You told him to stop, but he didn't listen and kissed you on the lips. His tongue invaded your mouth and started to French kiss you. zoro walks in, and you both freeze in shock, zoro stares at you both and takes a bottle of sake Before zoro left, he told you both to lock the door so luffy doesn't walk in. Sanji runs out and yells at zoro. You sighed and put your shirt on as sanji and zoro were arguing outside. You went back to cooking and blushed heavily out of embarrassment.