#straight to the ground. and not just his knees either he is fucking laid. out.

[izzyspussy]

i do love that everyone is visibly shocked and grieving when buffy dies, sobbing, crying, stumbling, etc, but spike fucking collapses

[miaountainmama]

train

a short drabble.

characters: atsushi, gn!you contains: pure fluff

wc: 700

a/n: so i wrote this thinking “wow i’m gonna make a nice platonic fic about best friends just as close as me and my best friend of 13 years because i don’t see enough platonic fics” and then i really went and actually fell in love with the fucker. anyways. we’re dating now lmao.

   Dusk was descending upon Yokohama, and you felt the most radiant you had ever been.

        The street lights flickered on just in time as the last passengers filtered out from the train station, either boarding the last car or scattering to go home. But you didn’t want to go home yet, and neither did he, and as best friends you supposed it would be more fun if you stuck together anyways. The crickets were loud tonight, you noticed, and the summer air was warm and mild-- a perfect evening for messing around and doing nothing important. On a whim, you took a sharp right onto a dirt road that ran parallel to the tracks and headed nowhere in particular, finding a nice smooth rock to kick around as you walked. Beside you, Atsushi let out a small “oh!” and skipped forward to watch a tiny frog hop across the path. You watched him blink in wonder and felt at peace.

        Somewhere back from whence you came, the bells signaled the departure of the last train, and with a gust of wind it whizzed past, ruining your hair. Both of you oohed at the sheer speed of it before pausing. At the same time your eyes met, and you narrowed your eyelids. An idea itched at the back of your brain, an idiotic idea, and you had a feeling Atsushi was suffering the same fate.

        The two of you moved as one, shoes tearing up the ground in an instant.

        And there you were, two dumb teens sprinting as fast as you could behind the train. It shot ahead with nothing but a trail of distorted sound and left you in the dust nigh on instantly, but you kept running until the last car was nothing but a tiny speck above the distant railway. From somewhere behind you spilled Atsushi’s clear, euphoric laughter, mirth flying from your own lips to match. Eventually you stumbled to a stop, doubling over and wheezing with your hands on your knees. Atsushi didn’t brake fast enough, though, and with boots skidding across the dirt he tumbled straight into your back. Your already exhausted limbs gave out at the slightest touch, and the two of you were sent crashing to the ground, a tangle of startled yelps and hysterical howls of laughter. 

        “Ow, fuck, you’re elbowing my ribs,” you wheezed, and Atsushi gasped and tried to clamber up immediately. It was, of course, futile, and he only succeeded in punching you in the face in the process. You squawked at the unexpected contact, and you swore it almost sent Atsushi to tears.

        “Oh my- I’m so sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry sorry sorry sorry-”

        “Dawg, it’s fine,” you snickered. “Don’t even worry about it.”

        “Yeah; but-“ He tried to prop himself up with an elbow and made a frustrated noise. “I’m stuck.”

        “You’re stuck?”

        “Yeah.”

        “Tragic,” you drawled, picking at your nails with one hand and trying your best to seem thoroughly unimpressed. Cue a long, drawn out sigh from your bestie.

        “Are you not going to help me?”

        A lazy grin slowly stretched across your face, and you knew he could hear it in your tone as you replied. “Nah. Not feeling it.”

        From the absolute indignation in whatever noise Atsushi made, you could tell you succeeded in your goal of royally pissing him off.

        “Fine then,” he huffed. “I’ll just stay like this then.” With that, he unceremoniously dropped all his body weight back down, and all the air in your lungs whooshed out in a wheezing laugh.

        And the two of you just laid in the dirt like that, him stubborn and unwilling to go back on his word, you disinclined to give in unless threatened with pain of death. It wasn’t until the mosquitoes started their attack that you finally got up and called it a draw.

        “You’re so mean,” he whined as the two of you struggled upright, and you raised your eyebrows and fixed him with a piercing stare.

        “And you’re slow and dumb as a rock, but you don’t see me saying anything about it.”

        “See, this behavior is exactly why-”

        ...

        What a match you two were.

[imzsuzsis-blog]

I hated myself all weekend. Even if I started from pole and the team praised me for it and I got a nice ring.

"I want to die here and now."

Sobbing, I looked at them and poured the champagne over to them.

"I'm serious. I fucked this up!!! get out of my life!!!"

"Lando, don't say that... It'll be better next time, believe me."

"It wasn't me jokingly saying I'm tired of the shit, that there's always someone faster than me. I hate the whole crap so I'll leave it here until next year."

"What will you become an actor instead?"

They started laughing at this and I brought the triple board to them with tears in my face.

“ My past is not funny!!!!! I was a child actor fuckers!!! I didn't do the whole thing for my own good, and it wasn't even my hobby, but it was my job to show my dad that I was independent..."

I took off my shoes and threw them among them, then I hurt them too, beating them wherever I could.

"Lando!!!! Stop now!!!”

“No, Oscar is a piece of shit!!!!"

I turned around and I also fucked Oscar so hard that his nose started to bleed.

I watched with full eyes. Lando announced the following: he was wearing make-up and his competition was shit. That's almost why I kicked his ass. This is bullshit. Ever since he turned the girls in, he's either a raging bull or constantly crying about it. His heart was racing, but his father intervened again. Again, he refuses to talk to each other about the matter, he thinks he's a dick for it.

"I've heard everything, Lando."

"Shut up Max! Shall I go for you tonight as well as for the team? dick." "You went for your team????"

"Yes, and?" You bastard.”

He turned around and kicked a pumpkin.

"What was that from you???"

"Don't have anything to do with it!!! I'm going to kill myself!!!! I wanted to be a parent and you didn't give me a boy/girl!!!! The one who just gives his daughters to strangers because his father is like that!!!"

Leaning against the wall, he turned his head and began to beat it with tearful eyes. Then he slowly lowered himself, stretched out one leg, held the other in front of him and buried his face in it and started crying again.

"You need a Psychologist, but urgently, my friend, or you really need a Psychiatrist... Clearly, like a depressed person, I say to the Gods of Mclaren and Gamer, Lando."

I sat down next to him, he buried him head in my shoulder and was still caressing him belly because he thought he was pregnant, even though the little ones were already out.

They said that we will get a bigger helicopter on the way home, and there will be a couple of us on it, but Lando is still angry with me and the team, I will be curious how much we will talk there. When we got out of the car, he came straight at me several times and pushed me away, so I ended up on the ground most of the time because of him. Before we got in, Nico took his palm off me and started to choke me, finally he kicked me on the knee in the waiting room and tore my hair and started slapping me, and Alex stopped him from getting rude.

"Lando, this hurts. Especially when you wanted to strangle me. Stop being so Autistic..."

"Am I autistic? Don't make me laugh anymore! Bullshit.”

"It's either ASD or the whole field already knows!!! Your mother told me, you bastard Lando... It's not a disease..."

He came to me and laid me on the ground and started hitting me wherever he could.

"Stop!!! Or call security, dude!!!”

"NO, I WILL STOP UNTIL I BEAT OSCAR AND WIN ANOTHER RACE AND BECOME WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!"

"Is this some kind of mania??? Fuck me???”

"Don't you fuck, or should I slap you in the face?"

"You don't have to and don't talk like that if I could ask you to."

"Who cares if that bastard Max Verstappen is driving and not me in this fucking championship."

He turned around and started grimacing sadly and he leaned against the wall, he got a bite, he started arguing with Loki on the phone, we didn't understand a word except when the date was and the idiot father's words, the rest didn't work for us.

[h0-seok]

"It was one of the reasons", he admitted because he tried to bite back any teasing comments at most to not push Hoseok away but to /let him in/. "Told you I wanted to protect you from all the staring eyes. And yeah, I didn't invite a donor in to directly drink from because then you'd have their eyes on them instead of me for the most." His eyes even narrowed at this thought. Fuji wasn't in sharing mood tonight. Even less now once he could feel the other's teeth on his ear - which was tattooed as well. "Or not?" When Hoseok wanted to hear how much Fuji desired him the long-haired vampire would demand the very same. The vampiric vanity was part of them both and admiration certainly something that was a huge turn on for Fuji. So maybe the same would drive Hoseok crazy, too? "Only if you'll walk home naked then", he cunningly warned with a snort and a grin. This man wasn't only into pain, but in straight-up violence. The shards were still laying on the ground. Invitingly. Temptingly. For now he however had his nails scratching over the other's abs and down to the hem of his pants while Hoseok's butt apparently seemed to know already what it wanted from Fuji's dick. Exciting. A lot. "/Too excited/? Any regrets?" With this he suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Hoseok's back again, pushing him onto the couch with his own body weight. "You better don't." He begun to grind his crotch against the other's crotch, growing even harder in the process while he not held back anymore and kissed the other to his heart's content, devouring him, biting him in the process to have the taste of delicious blood spice things up even more. "Or maybe you'll have them when you see this." The couch luckily was big enough to enable him to kneel, his knees left and right off Hoseok's thighs; he liked plot twists a lot, and so he opened his pants now, not too hastily though as he savored the moment way too much. The outlines of his dick were visible underneath those tight jeans he wore, and once he pulled them down along with his underwear his genital sprung free, being quite hard already - and decorated with a silver ring in its tip. "Does this scare you away?", he smirked teasingly as he laid one hand onto Hoseok's crotch and traced the bulge with his palm. "Would be a damn pity. Your hands had started to feel good on me."

The younger's hands and eyes were busy with devouring every single inch of Fuji's perfect upper body. Those tattoos did suit him very well and he wondered if the rest of his skin, the parts he wasn't able to see yet, was also inked. "Didn't expect you to be so possessive over a stray.", Hoseok muttered against the elder's shoulder and dared to let his fangs scrape over it. The urge to bite his boss was still there but the need to explore his entire body and make him feel good was bigger.

Fuji's sudden honesty confused him since he'd usually either tease him, give him a vague response or no answer at all. Was that man finally opening up? It'd make sense to know what they wanted and expected from each other, after all they were in the middle of a heated make out session that'd probably lead to them having sex--if both of them wanted it and if they could come up with a solution of who is going to fuck who. For now, Hoseok seemed to enjoy his spot on the other's lap. He liked those scratches to his bare back and chest, those bites and how Fuji's hands explored him. The part that he loved the most though was the other's erection. That man was fucking hard because of him. Feeling his boner against his ass didn't satisfy him at all. Hoseok enjoyed it but he wanted to please his boss. "No regrets at all.", he replied with a challenging smirk and lick to the other's pierced bottom lip. He wanted to kiss him but before their lips could touch, he suddenly found himself pushed into the couch. Fuji didn't hesitate to get on top of him and the new position reminded Hoseok of the little battle they had onto the ground just a few minutes ago. This time though, the vampire wouldn't stop the elder from kissing him. The bite into his lip made him groan and reach up to grasp that long hair--not to tug on it but to pull him closer. He could taste his own blood on his tongue and found it strangely hot.

Looking at his boss in awe, Hoseok propped himself up onto both his elbows. Fuji was fucking stunning, it was no surprise that most of the clan members were after him. He wanted to touch that man so badly but he needed to be patient--at least until those unnecessary pants got off his body. "Why would you being naked scare me away? Because of your cock or the piercing? Both will make me want all of this even more.", he retorted with a low chuckle and pushed the long haired vampire onto his back. "You don't have to worry.. I didn't plan to stop..", the male muttered while climbing half on top of him. That body needed to be worshipped and Hoseok would do his very best to satisfy his boss, started by dragging his tongue along the sharp outline of one of Fuji's collarbones.

[seafavoured]

𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋. kept the stone in place against them throughout their flurry of blows. a white hot coil of heat built up in their chest ; satisfaction, at properly holding his own against the other's unique style of bending. it felt a grander achievement by far than any fight he'd won against richard guthrie in recent months. there was no doubt left in their mind that they'd learned more from this man than their haughty, expensive teacher had managed in years.

another shitty pickup line, another bout of laughter from ed. pitched a bit higher and more delighted, almost a giggle, and spirits, it was genuine.

it was enough distraction to aid in jack's endeavour. the man's rock punch hit him straight on like a fucking earthquake. it broke not only the shell of thick stone at edward's chest, but also their concentration. the armour crumbled from him in that moment of weakness, and left them open to jack's uppercut. it connected with a resounding crack heard throughout the marketplace, knocking him flat with a groan of pain. ❛ if you wanted to get me on my back, you could've just said so. maybe took me to dinner first, ❜ voice ragged from exertion and injury.

he laid there a moment, struck dumb by the smack of his skull against the stone. ears ringing, whole body aching, head pounding. even still, through pain and potential loss, they were grinning like an idiot. broad and bright, and teeth lined with blood. brown eyes were blazing with wild energy as he stared up at the other man. ❛ i've never fought anybody like you before, jack. can't wait for round two. ❜ pleased laughter on their lips and heavy within their tone.

still, edward was never one to concede defeat. nor to let someone else throw the last punch. a little flick of the wrist saw a tendril of water whip out from a canteen at their hip. it swept at jack's feet and sent him tripping, tumbling down, directly atop them. in the same motion, he hitched his legs about the man's hips and flipped them, jack's back hitting the ground with a thunk. they settled atop him, straddling the cradle of his thighs with a knee braced at either side. ❛ hi, ❜ small and soft and breathy. tui and la, he sounded like an idiot. but this was the closest they'd been, ed's hair now hanging loose and messy, face no more than a foot from the other's. he was so handsome up close. fuck. they were going to launch another attack, but they just sat there, hesitating.

It'd be a good idea to take the opportunity while Ed was winded to press the offense, and yet, Jack waited, until they had their breath back, until they were shaking sand from their hair and smiling at him. Another unbidden bout of laughter at the truly terrible pickup line, intending to shoot back some reply, but pausing to watch with wide eyes as Ed made himself a little suit of armor. An awesome idea that Jack was disappointed he'd never thought to try before.

And a painful idea for anyone facing the rock man.

Pain exploded across his jaw, sending him reeling back a step. Jack could taste iron in his mouth but did nothing but grin with bloody teeth on display, still delighted by the other's creativity. Whipping out his arms, he slipped sand between Ed's rocks, trying to pry them out of their stone shell, but to no avail, the other's control over the element encasing him stronger than Jack's ability to pull it away.

With that idea failing, he mentally shrugged, dancing back a few steps, making just enough room to call the sands to his side once more, letting the almost liquid form of earth curl up high around his arms, forever moving, but held steady under the grip of his control. At the end of the tendrils, enlarged fists of sand, knuckles hardened into rock to truly pack a punch.

He could be creative too.

Blood dripping out the corner of his still grinning mouth, he taunted, innuendo heavy, "Wanna throw down rough and dirty now, huh pretty boy? Should've figured you were a boxer since you're a knockout." Maybe the Avatar could beat him in a fight, but no one could beat Jack when it came to shitty pick up lines. As he spoke, he slid through the shifting floor of sand with ease, grains crawling up his legs, tightening around his calves to hold him steady, give him a solid grounding when he returned the punch, swinging wide and catching Ed across the chest. The grating noise of rock scraping rock rang through the market, but Jack didn't let it bother him, second punch coming fast, going for an uppercut.

[neesieiumz]

stretch you out. (k. rengoku)

synopsis: He's only supposed to be your protection, isn't he?

summary: You live as the youngest princess in a modern kingdom, where Kyojuro takes up the mantel as your protector and bodyguard, a royal knight. But there was so much more between the two of you, so much more.

writer notes: I've been writing this for almost a month, so I really hope you enjoy this. My next plan is to write a euphoria-based au with either MHA or Tokyo Revengers. Enjoy!

masterlist. kofi. (I forget I have this).

wc: 3.3k

warnings: nsfw, nothing other than that…

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“Princess… Princess, we can’t do that here…”

The luxury car heated, the increasing body heat only allowed steam to cover the windows.

“Princess… princess, f-fuck…”

Your tongue slid down his shaft, eyelids lowered as you stared up at him. The way his usually happy-go-lucky expression shifted and twisted into one of immense pressure. He covered his mouth, his abdomen heaving up and down. Sweat dripped down the front of his body, face flushed with red. His usual wild golden and crimson-tipped hair was bunched up against the back of the car seat.

“You taste so good, Kyojuro…” your voice was so breathy, the hot air only causing him to gasp and throw his head back.

Your tongue moved from the bottom back up, slowly wrapping it around the fat swollen red tip. Your dress rode up as you wiggled your hips, revealing the soft baby pink thong you were wearing under the dress. His hand came up behind you, caressing your bottom, fingers grazing and caressing your lace panties.

“So… so fucking good,” you whispered against him, “and you make me feel so fucking good too.”

Slowly you lifted your whole body up, the two of you moving in sync. His large hands came up behind you, with an extra tight grip, lifting you slightly above him. The top of your head grazed the ceiling of the car as he pulled you, shuffling his body to sit up a bit. He reached underneath you, groaning as he could feel your lips press against his own. You could feel him grab his cock, angling it perfectly. His other hand moved down towards your side, his rough fingers pulling away at your thong. Kyojuro moved it to the side, revealing your wet, dripping pussy.

You pulled away from his lips, taking this time to look him in his blazing eyes. Weaving your fingers through his wild hair,

“Kyojuroooo, fuuuuck,” you hissed, grounding your head into his shoulders as he slowly eased himself in.

He himself groaned, his sounds muffled by his lips in your hair. Slowly, you lifted and grounded your hips into him, the overwhelming feeling overtaking both your body and senses.

“Princess,” he groaned, “princess, your father is expecting us at lunch in thirty minutes we cant… fuck you feel so good… we can’t be late.”

You rode him faster and faster, tongue out licking up all the sweat dripping down his neck. The salty taste stung your tongue slightly, but it didn’t stop you from your plans. You laid small sweet kisses along his neck, before beginning to leave small love bites wherever they land.

“I’m gonna be… honest Kyo… I r-really don’t give a fuck.”

That was the last coherent thing you said before you could feel Kyojuro grab underneath your ass, before slamming his hips into you. Your screams echoed in the car, coupled with Kyojuro’s bursts and grunts. Luckily the two of you were parked in an alley, with little to no foot traffic. You were willing to bet one of your expensive necklaces that if someone was to walk by, they'd be able to hear the both of you. Imagine what they’d see,

“You should be quieter Princess, imagine what someone would say if they… if they saw you like this.”

“Or maybe you don’t care… god just look at you.”

“So debauched… and so beautiful… and all for me.”

He reached up, and pulled your head down, looking straight into your glossed-over eyes, filled with intensity and emotions. All too many at once.

“Your mine… ain’t that right Princess?”

You jumped, your knee slightly hitting the table as your name was called. You shook your head, breaking yourself away from the memory that happened a while before you arrived here. You looked around, finding your father staring at you, along with his two advisors. Behind you, you could feel Kyojuro’s warm presence come up behind you.

“Princess… are you okay?” He whispered in your ear.

You resisted the urge to shudder, simply sighing and nodding your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m fine, just thinking about some event Shinobu wanted me to go to. I’m thinking of not going anyways, what was the question?”

Your father sighed, placing down his tall glass of dark alcohol, “I asked when you’ll finally meet with the tech corporation’s son, Kato’s son, I haven't heard anything from anyone.”

You held back an annoyed sigh, this was the third time in a month he mentioned meeting with this man… Just like him, always thinking about such things before anything else. You had heard of him before, some big flashy son of a tech corporation that had very close ties to your country. You heard through Shinobu who heard through other royal staff that the founder of the tech company was also had close ties with your grandfather. You weren't stupid, you knew what he really wanted.

“I… I’ll get to it father, but you know, I’m very busy with planning different events, different charities and tours and all that. I just don’t know…”

You could hear father give off a dark grumble, not happy with whatever it is you were saying.

“Y/n… this is more important than whatever little socialite gathering you’re doing. Have this meeting by the end or I’ll be sure to make you. Do I make myself clear?”

You could feel your hand cramp up, the sudden flare of anger taking you by slight shock. Pulling your hand back from the cup of sparkling grapefruit drink, you could feel Kyojuro’s hand land on your shoulder, the warmth realizing you just a bit.

“I’ll see what I can do… father…” you spoke his title with a bit of venom, but if he heard it, he ignored you.

He leaned back, before turning towards Kyojuro, “see to it that she does, I pay you, not her.”

He then picked up his drink before turning towards his advisors.

You took this short time and looked up to Kyojuro, who only gave one of his affectionate smiles which only gave you a bit of comfort. You looked back at your father as he continued his quieted conversations with the two older men around him.

Soon enough someone else tapped your father on the shoulders, whispering in his ears, and immediately he stood up, his won set of guards and advisors following him.

“I have a meeting to get to, Y/n… I’ll be expecting news about your future meeting with Kato’s son. Make sure you get that done.”

You didn't bother to look him in the eye, simply nodding your head, swirling your drink around with your hand. You could hear the chair being pushed before hearing multiple shoes and heavy boots walking away from the private patio. It was a few moments of quiet and stillness before you could hear familiar footsteps coming around you, before seeing a movement towards your right side.

“Princess…”

You turned your head towards him, looking into his concerned fiery orbs, “I’m not stupid… I know what he wants.”

It wasn’t a secret, you remember those arguments your older sister had with him. As the leader of your country, it was impertinent for him to find connections and keep them very closer within your family. To hold up the “legacy” of your family’s image. It happened with your older brother and older sister, and now his focus was on you.

“He just wants to make sure to… secure your future…”

You scoffed at that, looking away, “not you too.”

He said nothing as you continued to speak, “more like securing the royal family treasury and bank account… he just sees his children as his bargaining chips to keep the throne.”

Kyojuro only sighed, his hand coming into your long braids, stroking through them. He pushed your head a little towards him, and you allowed him to turn your face towards him.

“Meet with him… just one time to appease him, and maybe he’ll leave you alone for a while.”

You sighed, cuddling into his hand, “okay… only because you asked Kyo…”

He simply gave you a smile, his thumb rubbing away at the corner of your mouth.

---

You were two minutes into this “date” and... you were should have listened to yourself. As always, Kyojuro joined you and was standing right behind you as this man droned on and on about things you truly didn’t care about. Sitting crisscrossed, using the long piece of cloth Kyojuro brings to cover your legs. You wore the first thing you saw in your closet, a thin-strap dress that reached above your knees. It was late at night, and the media had already caught wind of your little “outing” with him. Already used to the flashing lights, although Kyojuro tried his best to keep them from you. You could bet your father had already heard about the "meeting" from his advisors telling him, if not him seeing it in the media himself. The private booth room within the restaurant allowed your privacy from the other public within the restaurant.

All he would talk about is himself… and he was a very boring person. If it wasn’t about his position in the huge company his family owns, it was about the multiple pieces of land he owns… if it wasn’t that, it was because of his looks… it was all honestly very precarious and you thought situations like these only happened in books and movies but here you are. You could feel Kyojuro slowly stirring beside you, he was the type of person who wears emotions around him. So if you felt he was angry, nine times out of ten he was. The idea of an angry Kyojuro, you took a breath and shifted your crossed legs, mind elated at the prospectus idea when this facade of a date was over.

“But enough of about me princess,” oh I think we heard enough, “what does the youngest princess of our land have up her sleeve?”

Holding back the urge to roll your eyes, you placed down your flute of champagne, looking up at the man. He had a slicked-back hairstyle, and the suit he probably put on hastily was ruffled, his tie wasn’t even done. You sighed, throwing him the faintest smirk, just to show “interest” in him. You gleamed up at Kyojuro, who was simply looking forward and around, making sure there was no threat to interrupt the two of you. You looked back at him, seeing his eyes still focused on you.

“I'm actually planning on holding this charity for--”

And almost immediately after you said charity, he interrupted you immediately, going in and in about the amounts of charity that he's done while working at the company you still don’t remember the name of. He was just another hedonistic man, who probably saw you as his ticket to the royal family. You could feel Kyo move behind you and immediately you put your hand up, stopping him from saying anything. You just shook your head slightly, leaning over and letting the man talk himself to death until you felt like it was a perfectly good time for you to finally go home.

This is so… you sighed once again, picking up your phone and noticing the time… 8:32… only 17 minutes since you’ve arrived.

You should have never allowed Kyo to convince you to do this…You still don’t know why you even let him do this. Or Shinobu. Should have stood your ground, you could be at home on your private floor with him… in your bed, the fire on… a late-night movie under your large fluffy comforter… wearing absolutely no clothes… a bottle of expensive bubbly near the two of you…

You threw your head back slightly, the imagery flouring within your mind. You tapped your manicured nails onto the table, the thumping sound not even bothering the man in front of you. However, it did bother the man behind you, as you felt his hand on top of your shoulders. Kyojuro then leaned down, his hair covering half of your face.

“Follow my lead,” he whispered in your ear.

You looked back at him as he slowly stood back up, before pressing again his in-ear, as if something was happening. The other person in front of you also stopped his “thrilling” regals as Kyojuro’s words got a bit loud as he began to look around.

“Is that right? Okay, I understand! We’ll be right there!” He said out loud, causing the man in front of you to stop with his story.

“Princess,” immediately, he guided you up and out of the seat, “there’s been an emergency, your presence is needed back at the castle.”

You blinked, once your father had heard you’d arranged a date with the man in front of you, he made you clear your entire schedule, much to Shinobu's chagrin. You shouldn't have anything planned or anything to have an emergency to go to.

“Follow my lead,”

Your eyes widened as you remembered his words, internally smiling as you realized what e was doing. You followed his lead immediately, apologizing towards Mr. Kato’s son who was stuttering over himself as Kyujuro guided you out, holding his hand and holding the long piece of fabric in your other hand. He lead you through the private door, holding back your giggles as he used the back door.

“Kyo… I would have never expected for you to do something like that,” you laughed as the private mini-limo pulled up.

He opened the door, “I found that man very tedious and nauseating… I regret telling you to meet with him.”

You cackled as he reached over, opening the door and gesturing for you to get in. Once you were settled, you immediately reached out of the door, grabbing Kyojuro by his collar before pulling him right into your arms. The door called behind him and you wrapped yourself in him, pressing your lips against him. Almost immediately, he relaxed within your touch, reaching over and knocking against the rolled-up partition. At that signal, the car immediately pulled away, turning into the darkened private street.

Clawing at his crisped-up suit, you pulled away from his lips to press wet kisses against him.

“Mmh, you look so good Kyojuro…” you purred, slowly unbuttoning his suit jacket.

“God I was so bored… had it been my way, we would have never even left the castle. Would have never been in that restaurant ”

You could feel him and his chest rumbling above you. Your hands moved, rubbing up down at his defined chest, fingers thumbing away at the buttons.

“Princess... You have to-to realize that your father… he only w-wants to secure your happiness. Oh, fuck…” He broke in between his words as your placed lovebites all over his neck.

“Mhh? Secure my happiness, you say?” You smirked against his skin, “but all my happiness is right in front of me.”

One by one, you unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his defined chest. Glancing down at him, you smirked slightly as you continuously pulled back his shirt, before looking at his almost-aglow eyes. The car took a sharp left turn, causing your bodies to press against the backs of the couch.

“Princess… you know you can’t say things like that… you know what the--”

You shushed him, placing your finger on top of his.

“I know… let me… juts indulge myself for a little bit longer.”

Kyojuro looked down at you but said nothing, allowing you to slowly pull your finger away from him. Trailing it down, slowly the tip of your nails traced the curve of his throat, going over the bump that is his adam’s apple. You glance up at him, eyes low and glowing with lust. Kyojuro’s hands came up against your under your bottom, slowly raising them up, lifting your dress with them. The rise gave way to the thin velvet black thong you wore to the “date”. Relishing in the way Kyojuro’s eyes beamed with intense pleasure.

“Princess,” he gasped, leaning down to press his lips against your neck.

“Kyo…ju..ro,” your back arched, your front pressing against his.

His thumbs moved under the thong, slowly lifting the thin fabric up before letting snap against your skin. God, the sudden snap felt electric, your leg jerking under his form. You moved your hands down, resting them on his belt before slowly pulling the leather out from under the buckle. The clinking sound echoed through the car. While you did that, Kyojuro's hands moved from around your waist, to right underneath your thighs. Almost immediately, he began to open your legs wide, the stretch burning you so good. You pushed his pants down as much as you could before he pressed himself into you more. Feeling him move your thong out of the way, you giggled in anticipation. Kyojuro finished pulling down his pants, right before lining himself up.

You could feel yourself choking as Kyo slowly eased himself within you, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You cursed under your breath, the slow feeling of his movements once again fuzzing your mind. It was a feeling you've felt multiple times, and one you can never get used to. One of your breasts popped out of your dress, bouncing with each movement. He then leaned down, forehead pressing against your own, groaning with each movement. You threw your head back against the seat of the mini-limo, arms digging into his back, your fresh manicure creating fresh scratches over the old ones.

"God, princess," he braced himself, pressing his hands against the back of your knees, opening you further.

You stuttered, moaning out his name into the emptiness of the car. The squelching sounds of your dripping et cunt only caused his pace to quicken. Kyojuro, keening at the sound of his name at the tip of your tongue, groaned into your neck, quickening his pace. He's heard you say it every day ever since he arrived at the castle, and he just as you could never get used to the feeling of him filling you up, he could never get used to hearing you call out his name with such fervor.

"Oh god, Kyojuro..."

The heat was sweltering in the car, as the two of you continued your romp within the moving vehicle. You soon reached up, holding his face in between your hands, before moving your fingers in between his tresses. You pushed his head down, lips meeting your own. Gasping in between kisses, you could feel that familiar feeling roar within you. You let a squeal, your body convulsing up and down suddenly.

"O fuck, fuck me, I'm gonna-" you were suddenly cut off by another squeal.

Kyojuro held you tight as you reached your high, spilling all over both you and Kyo's thighs.

Kyojuro gasped in your ear, his thrusts only turning erratic right after you climax. His head fell to the base of your neck, his hot breath only caused your body to wretched forward. You pulled his head back for more kisses, melting within his hold as you could feel him groaning into your mouth, his hips uttering a couple of times. You could feel him fill you up, sighing at the sudden flurry of kisses he placed on top of your lips. A sensation of weariness overtook you, yawning as your eyes felt too heavy to keep open. Kyojuro slowly sat up, pulling you close to him. The two of you still connected, you hugged at his sweaty body, the warmth providing sweet comfort.

Just as you were about to fall asleep in his arms, a sudden knock on the door suddenly pulled you out of your fatigue.

"Your highness, we've arrived." It was your driver.

You sighed, your head landing on his shoulders, laughing slightly. The two of you honestly hadn't noticed when the car had stopped obviously. Kyojuro let out a loud chuckle, before beginning to move you around, so the two of you could get decent.

"We're coming, just a moment."

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[lady-phasma]

I love what u wrote for daemon Targaryen. Can u do with this one . PLEASE

39. “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!”

Daemon Targaryen

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Thank you! He is so much fun to write. I've been spending so much time with Aemond that it was nice to play around with Daemon again. I interpreted this to be something the reader would say because Daemon can be, well, a bit devious.

Devastation

Daemon x fem!Reader 18+ NSFW

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From smut prompt 39 “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!”

Daemon flung his tunic onto a chair and walked straight to the table where the wine waited. He had walked into your chambers without knocking. He closed the door behind him and tore off his shirt. He barely glanced at you as he crossed the room, only long enough to see your mouth hanging open in surprise. Your book sat in your lap, your legs curled under you as you read by the fire. 

He poured himself a cup of wine and gulped it. He set the cup down and braced himself on the table with both hands. He let his head hang down between his shoulders, eyes closed. You quietly closed your book and stood. Your bare feet were silent as you walked to him. The evening light from the window cast darker burgundies onto his scars, intensifying their contrast to his otherwise pale skin. His silver hair shone like a glass of red wine in this light. 

You slid your hands up his back on either side of his backbone. You pressed yourself against him and laid your cheek on his back. You could feel him sigh and settle a little. As he stood he took your hand and then turned to face you. He brushed the back of his knuckles over your temple and down your cheek. You nuzzled against his hand. Still holding your hand he turned to retrieve his wine cup. 

“What is the matter my darling prince,” you asked softly. He swallowed the last of the wine from the cup.

“My fucking brother. My king is always the matter,” he spat the word. “But this wine, among other things, is helping.” He flashed his purple eyes at you, a lock of hair falling in front of them.

You took his empty cup from his hand and placed it on the table behind him. He let you slip your other hand from his grasp as you reached to smooth his hair back into place. It wouldn’t stay but the gesture was one you loved. 

“Come,” you breathed. You took both of his hands. The grin he wore, sly, head tipped down, always made your core tense and warm. You walked backward to the bed, leading him by the hands. That gorgeous lock of hair fell down to his forehead as he leaned in to kiss you. He grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the bed. You let out a tiny yelp and laugh. 

His seriousness had not disappeared but some of his mischievousness had begun to bubble up. You rested your arms on his shoulders, clasping your hands behind his neck. 

“Mmmmm princess,” he growled as he pressed his mouth hard against yours. You felt his hands move from your hips to your ass then behind your knees. He pulled them wider so he could step between them. The bed was a perfect height for him. You wove your fingers into his short silver hair as he ground his hips against you. He was already so hard.

You squeezed your knees against his hips as he ran his hands up the outside of your thighs, under your dress. One hand continued to your ass while the other followed the crease of your hip to the heat between your legs. He put his hand between your bodies and you moaned, almost closing your eyes. 

Daemon pushed aside your smallclothes and ran his finger through your wetness. You leaned forward to kiss him but he pulled his chin up and away. At that moment his finger found your clit. You whined softly. You leaned back while pressing your hips forward, trying to make his finger go where you wanted it. He didn’t cooperate. 

He drew languid circles around it making you shiver. You gripped the nape of his neck trying to steady yourself. Just before he slid two fingers down to your core you caught the slanted grin on his face. His jaw clenched. Your eyes closed as you felt him slide them in. You involuntarily squeezed around his fingers. It felt so delicious to have him inside you, even if only his fingers.

Then his thumb grazed your clit. Teasing you by barely touching it at all as he moved his fingers slowly in a ‘come here’ gesture. Every time he hit that spot your hips twitched. His thumb momentarily pressed harder against your swollen nub. Your hands grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself. Daemon hummed, pleased. 

He increased his pace and pushed deeper into you. Every time he did his thumb rubbed against your clit. His hand on your ass squeezed, unsuccessfully trying to reminding you to keep your hips still. He moved it to your hip, bearing down on your hip bone with his thumb. You moaned and fought the urge to roll your hips. 

“Oh gods, Daemon,” you said breathlessly. 

His strokes became longer and the wet sounds that rose to your ears made the inside of your thighs quiver. You released his shoulders, leaned back, and propped your hands on the bed behind you. Anything to give him more room, unfettered access. You watched his arm move, the muscles of his bicep flexing underneath the scars. Your heavy lidded eyes travelled across his shoulder and chest. You bit your bottom lip. He was so perfect. His thumb sped up and you had to squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to stop looking at him but overwhelmed by the coiling, spreading heat. 

“Good girl,” he whispered when you threw your head back. Your neck and the tops of your breasts above your dress arching up for his gaze. 

The feeling of his fingers slipping in and out was punctuated by the way his thumb glided over your clit. Your nipples were hard against your dress. Your mouth was dry as you panted, moaned, and murmured his name. 

“Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!” You cried.

“Oh I think you can, princess,” he growled as he leaned into you. His hand slid up from your hip to your back, never slowing his thrusting. He kissed your neck as he guided you to lie back on the bed. You exhaled as the blood flowed back into your hands and you reached for his arm to hold onto something. He slipped it out of your grasp and straightened up. 

You looked at him through slitted eyes. The lock of hair in front of his narrowed eyes swaying in rhythm with his strokes, his grin more mischievous than it had yet been. You closed your eyes and arched your back. 

Then Daemon sped up. He groaned as he began to fuck you, hard, with his fingers, never letting up on your clit. You could no longer control your hips moving and he didn’t hold you back. His hand only rested on your hip. 

You rocked your hips and whined as you felt a pull from your nipples to your clit, as tight as a bow string being pulled back. Then it released. You grabbed the bed clothes as you cried out. You couldn’t even try to stifle your moans. Every part of your body seemed to tense and release, tense and release, as the waves of heat spread from your core and his hand, to your limbs. The lewd, wet sounds combined with his low rumbling moans sent you into a world of blackness rimmed with gold and red as your eyes squeezed shut. You had begun to fuck his fingers and only noticed that he had stilled his hand after the final waves of your orgasm were passing. You finally took a large, heaving breath. You opened your eyes a fraction when he pulled out. You groaned, a sound filled with disappointment as well as satisfaction. 

Daemon’s eyes glinted as he leaned forward between your legs. He lightly brushed his fingers over your bottom lip. Your wetness hot on his fingertips. He kissed you hard, slowly. He stood up letting you catch your breath. As he straightened your skirts he raked his rogue lock of hair back into place.

Masterlist

[sukirichi]

sweet lies [02]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. explicit smut, slight body worship, public sex, dirty talk, praising, toxic megumi, fwb dynamics, slight angst, body marking, sukuna bullying megumi, age gap, scratching, mentions of oral (m receiving) and mutual masturbation, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 also UHM do you guys want me to make the ending angsty or fluffy? i wrote out two versions so LOL let me know what you think! we’ll get more of the megumi scenes on the next chapter though~

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Sukuna isn’t kidding when he said he’ll have you unable to walk by the end of this.

You’ve lost count of how many times you guys have fucked.

Once more in the stalls when you thought of repaying the favor by sucking him off, followed by him growing impatient and hauling you inside his car. Both of you were too tired to go for another round, but were still very much addicted for the other’s touch that mutual masturbation seems like the best option.

Thankfully, Sukuna’s cut his nails, so having three of his fingers buried knuckle deep in you feels like absolute heaven. He’s not complaining about your smooth hands wrapped around his shaft either, especially not when you’ve had enough practice with Megumi to know just how to make a guy lose his mind. By the time you’ve made it back home, Sukuna’s grown hard again, too impatient to make it to the bed before he just fucks you raw against the wall. You’re trembling at his hold, left with no choice but to trust his strength to drop you on his cock and bounce you to his pleasure.

It’s a miracle you’ve made it on the bed.

His digital clock reads a quarter at three in the morning, and for a moment, you worry about how tired you’ll be in class tomorrow when Sukuna’s large hands grips your thighs sharply.

“Goddamn,” he hisses through clenched teeth, chuckling at the irresistible sight of your breasts bouncing before him. Limbs tangled, minds controlled with the primal need to fuck, and moans shared with his deep grunts – you somehow end up on top of him, your thighs feeling like they’re on the verge of giving up as you continue to ride his thick length.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he slaps your ass and causes your hips to rut deeper, forcing that delicious curve of his cock to meld with your walls. You throw your head back, palms planted on his chest, focused only on that burning pleasure between your thighs. “I could fuck you all night long.”

Even though you truly have no wish to, you shake your head, fingers balling into a fist. “I have class tomorrow, need to wake up early,” you protest, the words falling into deaf ears as Sukuna thrusts up into you. He must’ve noticed how you’re growing tired and took matters into his own hands, feet grounded on the mattress to pound deliriously into you. You’re debating whether to be thankful or frustrated he still has so much energy even after hours of fucking, but it honestly doesn’t matter. You’re falling into his chest, arms slipping on your equally sweat-covered bodies. Right now, you just wanted to cum – once more, again, one last time! “Ah, Sukuna, t-too much!”

“Too much?” he laughs and tangles his hand to caress your scalp, the gesture too soothing that you almost forgot he’s fucking you into oblivion. “Want me to go slow?”

“No…”

“Thought so, sweetheart,” his grin is absolutely cocky as he bends his knees in a fold, pushing you until your back rests on his muscular thighs. Your mouth falls open at his hands wrapping around your threat, keeping you right there, hips flat and grinding on his cock. “Come on. Come for me,” Sukuna urges, tightening his hold around your neck a little harder.  

That’s all you need for your vision to blur and see stars, your body’s shaking uncontrollable. He’s thrusting with all his power and energy that it feels like you’re nothing but a hole on top of him, tongue falling open in a wanton manner as your drool trails down your chin.

You look filthy, you feel filthy, and yet, Sukuna sees it entirely different.

“So – fucking – gorgeous, fuck. I woulda fucked you sooner if I didn’t feel weird about it.”

“What?”

“Aw, come on, sweetheart,” he smirks at your half fucked out state. Sukuna rolls his hips in such a mind numbing manner that you end up staring at the ceiling, trying your hardest to decipher the colors of his room to get a grip of yourself. But he feels so hot, cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, your puffy lips encasing him with a translucent ring of cum and it feels so fucking good you don’t really understand what he’s saying anymore. “Did you really think I never saw you in my dreams?” he slaps your ass again, the reflexive response of tightening around him pulling a deep groan from the beautiful man beneath you. “I have such a sexy roommate, I couldn’t help it.”

“Then why didn’t you – ah, right there, shit – tell me?”

“Cuz,” he snickers and finally lets you breathe, your pupils blowing wide from the sudden flow of air. Sukuna kneads your breasts greedily, never stopping his mind-numbing rhythm of ramming deep into you. Your body burns, your thighs ache, your pussy feels sensitive but you can’t find the energy to stop him. Instead, you fall prey, failing in your mission to keep him wrapped around your fingers because now you’re wrapped around his cock, and you were quite fucking addicted to it. “You’re my friend’s student. Felt so fucking wrong.”

“What’s the difference now?”

“The difference is,” Sukuna’s face contorts into something of discomfort for a moment before he leans forward, his sturdy grip homing in on your hips again. You feel his searing breath on your ear, so parching it puts the warmth of your pussy to shame. “Having you like this has never felt so right, and I’ll keep fucking you if you let me.”

“I-I’d let you,” you concede absentmindedly and capture his lips for a sloppy kiss, tongues giving up on a battle of dominance. You’re always so clingy when you’re about to come, something Megumi never fails to chastise you for, and you fear Sukuna might push you away as you wrap an arm around him, nails painfully scratching down his back. Red marks leave a trail on its wake until his blood pierces through the sheets, the pain manifested through the increasing roughness of his pace. Now it’s your turn to whimper in his ear, pulling the man close and tugging harshly at the ends of his hair. Gosh, were you actually crying? “Sukuna, I’m close! Yes, yes, right there!”

Sukuna groans at the erotic sounds you reward him with. “Come for me, that’s right, ohhhh,” he stills inside you, his seed spilling deep inside you. You wince at the burst of warmth spreading all over your belly and Sukuna chuckles at your bulging belly. He presses down on it to coax his cum to trickle all over his cock, and he’s fucking filthy – you learn easily – to watch you make a mess on his cock with a childish smile on his face.

You push yourself off him and fall to his side, him following suit not long afterwards. The room feels completely stuffed from your intense fucking, the bruises on your body and scratches on his back a huge attestment to that.

Your legs remain wide open as you clench around nothing, his cum oozing out like a waterfall. Sukuna (that damned pervert) dips two fingers into your hole for one last moment just to drench his fingers in it, his eyes lit up in wonder while he lets it web around his fingers. You snicker at his actions and roll to his side, eyes fluttering close from the wave of exhaustion that comes into full force.

The lingerie set you intended to wear for Megumi was now ripped at the other side of the room, discarded, forgotten – merely evidence of a moment that had never been given to him.

Oddly enough, you don’t feel bad, not even when Sukuna faces you, his cheeks squished by his soft pillows. “I’m spent. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired. My gym sessions can’t compare to this.”

“You go to the gym?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t born this gorgeous, you know. I had to work hard for this,” Sukuna gestures to his body. You can’t help but follow the gestures and admire the hard planes of his muscle ripped above one another, the smatter of dark hair leading down his hips adding to his already immense sexual charisma. It makes you want to jump on him all over again, and you have to bite your lip to resist that urge, rolling your eyes at him in favor of letting him know you could totally go for another round.

“Dork.”

“Got me laid though, was worth the effort,” he jokes, and you both laugh.

It’s actually…weird, to laugh so casually with someone like this. It might be normal for Sukuna in his past sexual endeavors, but it’s totally a different thing for you. You and Megumi had never even bothered with aftercare. As long as he’s satisfied himself, he’d clean himself off in the bathroom and wear his sweatpants, winking at you before he leaves you alone all over again. The memory – albeit not really a regrettable one – is still painful each time you’re reminded you’ll keep coming back to him.

But are things different now? Could you go back to Megumi? You only ever wanted to fuck Sukuna because you’re sad and horny, but it wouldn’t be fair to him, especially when your roommate has been nothing but nice to you. Besides, him being a little more decent doesn’t immediately equate he’s different than Megumi.

For all you know, you could just be another cheap fuck. Sukuna is older and sexier, after all, he’s clearly had a lot more experience than you do.

As if reading your mind, Sukuna rests his head on his palms, elbows flat on the bed as he turns to you. The expression on his face is unreadable, but there’s some sort of softness behind it – a softness you’re not really familiar with.

“Hey. I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, not everything, anyway, but whatever we have right now, I want you to know it’s not because I see just as a pretty pussy, okay?” he says with a straight face, but you really shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up because Sukuna smirks, mischievous eyes darting back and forth to your soaked pussy and bare breasts. “Although you do have a pretty pussy. Can I eat you out again?”

With that, you snatch the pillow underneath him and whack it straight at his face. Sukuna laughs at your protests, the sound growing louder and a lot more mocking the harder you hit him. “Gosh, Sukuna, shut up!”

You end up hitting him way too many times in the face that he can’t get his words through, and before you could react, Sukuna’s ripped the pillow away from you. He cages you in his arms and hovers over you once more, his boneless dick grazing the insides of your thigh. It’s not meant to be sexual, and nothing about his stance gives off anything that shows he wants to do it again, but you can’t help but feel aroused, shifting your legs up and down the bed as you squirm.

“Seriously though,” he repeats, “We can be casual, or this could be a one time thing. Card’s all yours to play. If you want to forget everything tomorrow, I’d gladly do it. Let’s just go back to the way we were-”

“Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Did you really think I was only using you to distract myself?”

Sukuna’s lips flatten into a line. “I’m not stupid,” he says somberly, “I could tell you were still thinking about him. Not that I mind, though, you can’t stop yourself from loving someone,” Faintly, you’re distracted by his thumbs rubbing at your pulse point. It’s so lulling you want to fall asleep, but Sukuna isn’t done talking. “My point is…you don’t have to worry about being weird with me. We could just be friends with benefits, if you want, and not the kind you have with your boy toy either. ”

His blatantly catches you off guard and your eyes widen before they narrow at him, trying your best to hide your embarrassment. If Megumi was painfully honest, Sukuna’s ridiculously blunt that his mere words make your heart do weird things you’d rather not feel.

Careful, you remind yourself, Megumi is the one you want. You have to keep reminding yourself that before your feelings get the best of you. It’s Megumi, it’s always been Megumi and it always will be Megumi. Sukuna is just your roommate who’s nice enough to take your mind off things. You only wish you weren’t lying too much in case he gets the wrong idea you’re leading him on, but then again, isn’t that what you’re doing?

Friends with benefits or not – you still have no plans on getting involved with this guy any longer.

It’s always Megumi. You just really needed a quick fuck, someone whose dick didn’t belong with the guy you’re so hung up on over. The change feels nice and you definitely feel a lot better than the last time you met Megumi, but this guilt…it tastes bitter on your tongue, too heavy to swallow and ignore. It’s always Megumi, you tell yourself again in an attempt to relieve your pain.

Though it doesn’t subside and you huff in exasperation, turning away from Sukuna. You can’t stand looking at him right now.

“I’m not,” you mumble weakly, but the tears – the guilt, the heartbreak of not being Megumi’s lover, the regret and the ironic need to be closer to Sukuna feels all so confusing – all threaten to burst through. You don’t want him to see you cry, that would be lame, so you scoot closer to him and kiss his shoulder as you shyly ask, “C-can we cuddle?”

“Of course,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, “You don’t have to sound too nervous to ask.”

“Sorry, it’s just-”

“He never does that?”

“…Yeah.”

“Well, I’m not him,” Sukuna answers confidently, surprising you when he grabs your ass to press you flush against him. You’re both sweaty and hot to the point it’s uncomfortable, but Sukuna smells so sweet with his lingering cologne that you can’t help yourself from planting your face in his neck, breathing in the little hums he makes. Sukuna kisses the crown of your head – which is a little too sweet than you’d like – while his other hand runs down your back in a slow, sensual manner. Hell, it feels close to body worshipping, and you hate that you silently want more of this. “I’d cuddle you every day if you asked me to.”

“You’re surprisingly sweet,” you voice with a smile. Sukuna’s chest rumbles from the low laughter, and like that, you cling to him like he’s the only sturdy pillar in your life. It’s pathetic, maybe even desperate, but if he doesn’t mind, then why should you?

However, the moment is quickly ruined when the bell rings. “Shit, I forgot he was coming over!”

Sukuna glares at the door and holds you tighter, almost possessively, and refuses to let you go even as you squirm under him. “At three in the morning?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to meet him right now,” you groan helplessly.

Sukuna shoots you a blank look after that, then shoots out of the bed in an instant. You watch as he quickly dresses up in a fresh pair of sweatpants, grabbing a random hoodie from the back of his chair, presumably to hide the scratch marks. You have to hide your smile behind your hand because he looks so drool-worthy with marks littered on his already marked skin, and the fact he lets you mark him is even hotter.

He pauses at the door for a moment, pointing a finger at where you peered up at him curiously. “Stay there. I’ll talk to him and say you went out or whatever. Just make sure to silence your phone in case he calls. Better yet, turn it off.”

Sukuna closes the door behind him, already on the way to the entrance just as you press your ears against the door to eavesdrop. There’s a slight shuffling before the door unlocks, then, “Why the fuck did you lock-” Megumi pauses in his words, and you can perfectly picture his infamous scowl painting his handsome features already. Gosh, you wish you could actually see it, but if Megumi catches you sleeping with someone else, he might totally lose interest in you. That’s not something you could afford to happen.

“Oh. You’re her roommate.” You snigger at his usual what the fuck tone – how Megumi of him.

“Hey, kid, it’s a little too late for a visit, don’t you think?” Sukuna taunts, and it takes everything in you to not burst through the door at that moment. You’re stuck between wanting to laugh and crying, mostly because you would love and hate for Megumi to get riled up. “Do your parents know you’re here? Kids shouldn’t be out this late.”

“I’m not a fucking kid, I’m in uni,” he defends, “Do you know where Y/N is? I need to talk to her.”

Deciding fuck it, you open the door by an inch, just enough to peek. As expected, Megumi is glaring behind Sukuna’s shoulders in search of you. Meanwhile, Sukuna’s completely calm, checking his nails boredly as if Megumi isn’t fuming in front of him. And boy, do you know how much Megumi hates being ignored. “Oh, I think she went out, I don’t know why though. House was empty when I got here.”

“She didn’t tell you where she was going?”

At Megumi’s imposing tone, Sukuna tilts his head to scrutinize Megumi. Now that you’re seeing them together, Sukuna’s twice the size of Megs, their height and shoulder width too different to start comparing. But knowing Megumi, he’s not going to back down from a tattooed guy twice his size, not even as he sarcastically remarks, “Ain’t you her friend? She should be telling you that kind of stuff.”

Truthfully, you expected he would put up more of a fight. The two of them share a heated staring competition before Megumi scoffs, the first one to look away. “Whatever,” he dismisses, “Tell her to pick her damn phone up. I’ve been calling for the past hour.”

“I think I should tell her to get better friends.”

“What was that?”

“I said get home safely,” Sukuna chirps. Even with his back turned to you, you could tell Sukuna’s just further pressing his buttons with a grin that’s not meant to be inviting at all. Just when you think it’s done, however, Sukuna finishes off with, “Kid.”

Megumi rages. His blue eyes flame into something feral, his fists balled at his sides. He’s always had a temper issue and you nearly reveal yourself to stop whatever fight is about to ensue, but Sukuna’s already closing the door, ridding any opportunity for the younger one to retaliate. At the sound of the door closing, Sukuna leans against the door, his smile still plastered on his face as if he knows you’re watching the whole time. He meets your eyes from the slight peep of his door, waving his hands sarcastically.

“Sukuna, you didn’t have to be so mean.”

“Sorry,” he isn’t apologetic at all. “Next time I’ll be nicer to your asshole crushes,” he adds with a slight roll of his eyes and you punch his chest playfully. You don’t stop him from grabbing your wrists to embrace you in a hug that doesn’t seem so platonic – but not so suggestive either. Sukuna rests his chin on top of your hand while he sways you both side to side, his voice muffled in your hair. “I understand why you’re attracted to him though. He’s really handsome.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agree sadly, thinking of how much it’s really all a waste Megumi has to be like that. “Just sucks his personality ruins everything.”

“A pretty face is always deceiving,” Sukuna suddenly pulls away and holds you an arm’s length away.  “Hey, want to have early breakfast?”

“I think that would be late dinner,” you frown at him.

“Whatever, food is food,” he responds rather excitedly, and you watch as Sukuna rummages through the fridge. Now that you think about it, having sex so much really took a toll on you, and your stomach grumbles loudly. Sukuna hides his chuckles through the fridge but you hear him anyway, shouting at him that you’re not hungry. “Wasn’t asking, sweetheart. Now go get cleaned and changed, I’ll make something for you.”

If anyone were to tell you that a good fucking is all that’s needed for you to immediately form a new kind of friendship with your roommate, you’d call them weird. Sukuna isn’t necessarily out of reach, you and him just simply didn’t cross paths.

But now, you’re dressed comfortably in his boxers and the oversized shirt you stole from him, eating the slightly burn cheese sandwich he’s made, sharing conversation and laughing with him like you’ve been doing it for such a long time. Your sandwich is actually half forgotten on the plate as you whack your palms on the counter, “That’s how you and Prof Gojo met? I never would’ve expected you guys fought over a girl!”

“He was fucking annoying in high school,” Sukuna grumbles over an angry bite, “He was getting all the girls that when someone confessed to me, the hottest chick, no less, he straight up punched me in the face,” you laugh as you imagine the memory of a younger, already rebellious looking Sukuna getting smacked by the even more intolerable Gojo Satoru. Sukuna is lost in his own memories as well, shaking his head from around the last bites of his bread. It’s clear he hates the burnt crust judging from the way he turns a little green, but he’s bragged about his cooking skills so proudly that he has to save face in front of you. “Ah, such good times,” he muses before wincing at his own words, dropping his bread in disgust. “Damn, I sound old, don’t I?”

“You’re only like, five years older than me, it’s fine,” you giggle, “I like the maturity that comes with older people. You’re a lot easier to be with than guys my age.”

“Please,” Sukuna smirks, “Just say you like fucking older men. I won’t judge.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would be jumping over the counter to strangle your roommate who’s now running like hell, your laughter bursting through the once silent apartment, you would call them a liar. But now, you and Sukuna are panting on the floor, too tired from sprinting all around before calling it quits. Maybe it’s a lie – maybe this connection will never really be that much of a big deal – but as long as this lie and play pretend of friendship lasts, you’ll just enjoy every sweet moment of it.

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[touyasdoll]

MHA Father’s Day Thirsts

In honor of Father’s Day, here are some spicy drabbles of various “daddy” related scenarios✨

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, daddy kink, breeding, general BDSM, impact play, choking, degradation

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou, Eijiro Kirishima, Shouta Aizawa, Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

A/n: A little late on this, meant to post it yesterday, but is it ever too late to thirst??

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Katsuki Bakugo

Trying for a baby

“You’re taking my cock like such a good little slut, ya know that?” Katsuki’s long fingers wrapped your throat, squeezing the sides just hard enough to make your pussy throb around him. “Shit, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

His eyes fluttered closed and he slowed his pace to a near halt, leaning down to kiss you as he rolled his hips against yours in a rare moment of tenderness.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” His eyes searched your momentarily, the pads of his calloused fingers brushing along your jaw.

“I know,” you reassured him, still breathless from his previous assault on your body, basking in the pleasure still coursing through you and the sudden change in the atmosphere. “I love you too, Katsu.”

“I can't wait to knock you up,” he murmured against your skin as he trailed kisses between the valley of your breasts, all the way down to your belly as he cocked his hips back, leaving just the tip inside of you. “You’re gonna look so beautiful, baby.”

"Ahh--fuck, Katsu," you couldn't help but to blush as you arched your back, shifting your hips forward to sink him back into your velvety walls, clenching around him as you whined in need.

"Eager as ever, aren't you?" The smile that pressed against your stomach morphed into a smirk as he kissed you there once more, before snapping his hips down into yours, pounding against your cervix at an angle that had you seeing stars.

Eijiro Kirishima

Telling him to cum inside for the first time

He was seated on the edge of the couch with you bouncing effortlessly on his cock, gripping onto his shoulders for support as you neared your release. His hands guided your hips, pistoning you up and down as you straddled his lap.

"Eiji, I'm so fucking close..!" you threw your head back as you felt the tight coil deep within your belly threaten to snap.

"I got you, baby, let go. Cum all over my fucking cock." His grip tightened on your hips, littering your breasts with kisses as his thumb rubbed tight circles over your clit.

You were thrust over the edge, crying out as your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders. He groaned, still guiding your hips as he thrusted forward to meet them eagerly, muttering praises in your ear as he chased his own high.

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty right now. Always such a good girl, coming all over my fat fucking cock,” his hand wound into your hair, gently tugging it backwards to kiss you, carefully biting your bottom lip with his sharp teeth as you continued to sputter out moan after moan. “Where do you want me to cum, baby?”

“Inside me,” you locked eyes with him, interlocking your fingers behind his neck as you ground your hips against his more quickly. “I want you to fucking cum inside me, Eiji. Please..”

“Wh-what? Ahh, fuck,” his eyes grew wider before his head lolled back allowing you to kiss and suck at the sensitive spot beside his Adam’s apple. “A-are you sure, baby?”

Your fingers knitted into his hair, pulling just enough to affix his gaze with yours as you neared your second orgasm, desperately bucking your hips atop of his.

“Yes, oh God, yes. I want you to fill my tight little cunt up with your cum. Can you do that for me, Eiji?” The words escaped your lips as a mewl, your voice becoming softer and needier as you neared your release all over again. “Want you to stuff my pussy full, pretty please, Eiji..”

“Oh fuck yes I can,” his hands gripped your ass cheeks, squeezing firmly as he continued to match your relentless pace. “Ahh—oh, shit, baby I’m gonna cum so fucking har—FUCK.”

You could feel his chest tighten, hardening slightly as his quirk activated involuntarily. His eyes were blown as his head snapped upwards, a feral growl erupting from his chest as his rhythm became sloppy. You could feel his warm essence filling you up, spreading so easily all over his impossibly hard cock as you fucked him through his release until you found your own again.

Shouta Aizawa

Trying for a baby

“C’mere, love.” Shouta smiled softly upon seeing you in the doorway of his office, patting his lap as he leaned back in his desk chair. “I’m just about done here, I promise.”

“What all do you have left to do?” You returned his expression and strolled towards him, draping your arms around his neck as you perched yourself on his knee.

“Well, it’s actually something I need your help with,” one arm snaked around your waist, his hand resting on your hip. The other brought a hand up to your face, his index finger tucking just beneath your chin as his thumb rested atop it. “So I’m glad you’re here.”

“Oh?” You glanced down shyly, flicking your eyes back to his lips, watching them curl into a smile as he pressed a gentle kiss to yours.

A sigh left your nose as you rested a hand on his chest, leaning into him. He dropped his hand from your face, hooking his fingers behind the crook of your knee as he guided your legs to part, helping you shift your weight to straddle his lap. His lips attached to your neck, drawing a generous moan from you immediately as your eyes settled on the door to the right of you.

“Sho, the door isn’t locked. Someone could see..” your eyes fluttered closed again as his hands roamed over your ass, pressing you down firmly against his growing erection. A low grunt left his lips, before he spoke again, his voice gruff and thick with lust.

“See me fucking my wife?” He stood, his hands effortlessly lifting you onto the desk, where he gently laid you down as he leaned over you, whispering into your ear. “Let ‘em see then. We have important business to tend to tonight.”

Another moan was pulled from your chest as his hands skimmed beneath your short dress, pushing it up above your breasts as he kissed his way down your torso, over your hips, tugging your panties off as he neared your most sensitive area, only stopping when his tongue grazed your entrance.

“You ready, baby?” He placed a gentle kiss to the sensitive, innermost part of your thigh as he locked eyes with you.

Your fingers tangled into his hair as you nodded, your hips shifting in anticipation until he sank his tongue between your folds, causing you to cry out at once from the intense pleasure that he was already providing. His skilled tongue lapped up your juices, occasionally connecting with your clit, dragging it in slow circles as he reveled in the way you looked right now, squirming helplessly beneath him.

“I’m gonna cum right here tonight, baby,” he darted his long tongue straight into your center a few times, licking a stripe up to your clit before he took the bundle of nerves into his mouth. “Are you ready for that? Ready for me to make you a mommy?”

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Breeding/Daddy kink

“Say it again. You’re not too fucked out to talk yet, are ya, babydoll?” Dabi’s voice had an edge of cruelty to it, that familiar mocking tone that made your walls clench around him without fail. His eyes nearly closed, falling half-lidded as he stared down at your already shaking form, your elbows wobbling as you tried to hold your submissive position in front of him while his cock slid in and out of you, his balls slapping against your already battered clit. “Shit—you really do love being treated like the filthy fucking whore that you aren’t, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” was all that you were able to breathe out. It was more than enough for him.

“Oh good, your mouth still works. I’m glad, because I’m not done with that yet either,” his hands left his brutal hold on your hips, one capturing you around the neck and the other palming your breast as he pulled your back flush against his chest. “But first, I need to empty my balls into this sopping wet cunt of yours. Show you the only fucking thing you’re good for.”

Your eyes rolled back as his fingers expertly rolled your nipple while the pattern of his hips became unpredictable, a sure sign of his impending orgasm.

“S’oh yesss, breed me, daddy, give me all of your fucking cum,” your hand reached back behind his head as you angled your face toward his, speaking as your lips pressed against his.

His eyes locked with yours and you couldn tell he was just as far gone as your were, positively high on how good you both felt. It was truly intoxicating, seeing how desperate he was to have you like this. You always liked letting him do as he pleased, degrading you to filth while he ravaged you, but seeing that unmistakeable look of need on his face as he held your gaze now, you understood for the first time how good it felt to holds the reins.

“Have I been a good girl, daddy? I wanna feel your cum inside my tight little pussy so bad,” you almost whined between the sweet kisses you placed on his lips. “Please, let me milk that big, fat fucking cock of yours. Want you to fuck it deeper while I cum all over.”

He wanted nothing more than to keep his eyes on you, but he couldn’t hold on any longer and the sheer force of his orgasm made him snap his eyes shut as ribbons of white flooded into you. A cry left your lungs as your walls became even more slick with the mixture, allowing his thrusts to hit you more easily, more deeply. He silenced you with a forceful kiss, holding your jaw in place with his large hand, the cool sensation of the staples juxtaposing the heat between you. A few more thrusts was all it took for you to come undone yet again that evening, your body spasming, clinging to him like he was your only anchor to reality.

“That’s it, baby, you’ve been such a good girl for daddy tonight,” his hand still held your face, his eyes boring into yours as he swallowed the moans you offered him. His head was clear while yours still swam, dizzying you in your euphoria. “Wanna see you feel as good as you make me feel, princess.”

The kisses between you turned softer and he continued grinding his hips into yours, letting you ride out your final high, making sure to lean in and press his lips to your ear while you were still out of your right mind.

“Daddy loves you, baby. Don’t you forget it.”

[jimsbeetroot]

solved ♱ all members - part two of problems

blood doesn’t make you a family

love does.

warnings; mentions of eating disorders, drug abuse/recovery!

Loud voices coming from downstairs brought you back from your dead sleep. You groaned when you sat up.

Fuck, what a headache.

You jumped at once when you laid your eyes on Mick, who was sitting in the corner of your room, staring you down intensely.

"What are you doing in here?" You asked confused, rubbing your temple. Mick stood up from the desk chair and walked over to your bed, sitting beside you.

"Making sure that you're not gonna do anything stupid."

Your eyebrows furrowed at his response, but then, your mind slowly traced back to the day before. Everything seemed to set in your mind again. The pills, the fight, the puking.

"Fuck," you moaned and put your head in your hands.

"Listen, we would all like to talk to you. The boys are downstairs, so just, come down when you're ready," Mick said, his tone cold and bitter.

Mick exited the room. You sat there, completely clueless as to what was going to happen next. Guilt was slowly washing over you as you remembered every single little detail of the day's before's events.

"Y/N, open up the door!"

"Leave me alone, for fucks sake!"

"Y/N, I'm breaking down this fucking door right now, if you don't open it immediately!"

You shivered at the flashback and shook your head.

Putting on a large hoodie, one you'd probably stolen from one of the guys, you walked downstairs, getting closer and closer to the noise coming from the kitchen.

You breathed nervously and entered the kitchen, which suddenly fell completely quiet as soon as you stepped foot inside of it.

You stared down at your feet, fidgeting with your thumbs while nervously tapping your foot.

God, you were just too ashamed to even look at them.

"We bought some breakfast for you," Joey spoke up and nodded towards two pieces of bread, spread with some butter on a plate on the kitchen counter.

He and a couple of others stood around the kitchen island, while some of the other guys stood leaning against the kitchen cabinets.

"It's okay, I'm not too hungry," you mumbled and continued to stare straight into the ground.

"I think that you should eat something, Y/N," Jim said, and you passed him an angry glare.

"I am not hungry." You spat loudly through gritted teeth, a little shocked by your meanness.

Jim sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Listen, Y/N, we'd like to talk to you about something. About a place," Jim said, walking over to you and grabbing you by the hand.

He led you to your kitchen table and pulled out a chair for you, sitting you down. The other guys shortly followed and gathered around the table.

You were confused, to say the least.

Out of his pocket, Jim pulled out a flyer.

"It's a rehab centre in Iowa. It's one of the best in the country, and-"

You immediately went to stand up from where you were standing, but Jim was quick to put his hands on your shoulders, lowering your down on the chair again.

"Last night, you fucking scared us."

You looked around. Even Craig was nodding.

"Right now, you have either two choices; Go to this rehab centre, or-"

"I'm not going. I can't," You whispered shakily, tears stinging in your eyes.

"Why can't you, Y/N? Huh?" Jim asked, his tone was sweeter than before as he lowered himself on his knees to meet your eyes.

"Because I-I'll just fail. I always do. With the drugs, with the eating." You paused and looked down into your lap. "I'm just a fucking failure."

Your words were immediately met with protest from every single soul in the room.

"Listen, Y/N. You are anything but a failure." Jim said, pointing at you, scolding you for saying such things about yourself.

"We've made this plan, and I hope you'll hear us out," Jim said. He looked up at you, as to question if you were listening. You nodded.

"We're all going back to Iowa if you do decide to go to rehab. All of us are going to be there for you. We'll rent a house, half a mile from the clinic, and we'll visit you as often as possible. You won't be doing this alone, Y/N. We'll be right there," Jim rubbed your thigh.

You were nothing short of speechless. You'd never had anyone, not even your own family, treat you as kindly as those guys had.

Your mind raced back and forth, contemplating the good and the bad things about the offer.

You wanted to get clean. You really did. But the thought was so scary. The unknown. You'd been addicted on and off for 10 years. It had become your norm. But it was going to kill you, and you didn't want to die. Because right there, at that moment, as you looked out at all of your friends, you realised; you had a heck more to live for than you initially thought.

"What do you say, Y/N?" Mick asked, stepping forwards, smiling at you kindly. You looked at all of the guys, who had the same expression on their faces.

"You promise you won't leave." You asked, having that happen to you one too many times.

"Never," Joey smiled warmly.

You took a deep breath, gathering all of the strength from every corner of your body.

"I want to go."

-

You leaned your head on Mick's shoulder, taking a deep breath, one that, for the first time in forever, wasn't out of anxiety or anger. This time, it was a sigh of relief.

You held a certificate in your hand, on which, with bold letters was written 'Clean for 9 weeks!"

You were on your way home from your time at the rehab clinic, and the world suddenly looked very different. A little brighter.

"How does it feel?" Jim asked, looking at you in the rearview mirror. He looked so proud, and it filled your stomach with butterflies, knowing that you'd achieved something so great, all by yourself.

"Overwhelmingly fantastic."

[artzee-bee]

Devil’s got a weak spot | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Request: ”Can you do this please.Lucifer is vulnerable around the reader ,And Lucifer loves the reader. Lucifer is wounded to defend the reader. reader bandages his wounds and blames him because it happened to him for her.And they have been friends for many years and the reader knows that he is the devil ,And asks him why he is vulnerable and injured and finally lucifer confesses to her how much he loves her . Thank you. Your writings are wonderful. ”

Genre: angsty with fluffy ending

Warnings: canon typical violence and bad writting probably

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You laid back the seat of Lucifer’s car as much as you could, hoping to get lost in the shadows. Without wanting to, you got sucked into one of his and Chloe’s investigations, but because you weren’t a cop, you had to stay in the car while they took care of business. Well, Lucifer at least. Decker promised that she was on her way with backup but Lucifer couldn’t wait, so he ventured into the old house alone.

You two were on your way to an art exhibition when Chloe called, all but pleading Lucifer to go investigate this specific house, saying she’d be on her way as soon as possible

“Our guy is there!”

“How could you possibly know that, detective?”

“Lucifer, right now is not the time! Please, you need to go!”

As instructed, he turned the car around and drove straight to the location. He didn’t have time to drive back to the other side of Los Angeles to drop you back home, and you were too terrified to be left alone on the streets like that, so you went with him. He was the devil after all so what bad could happen? He’d take care of you! Lucifer didn’t seem too worried either, as he kept telling you that everything would be taken care of in no time and you two could go on with your night, but the further away you got into the woods, the more unsettled you felt. You didn’t want to alarm Lucifer so you kept to yourself but as soon as he got up and left to look inside the building, you felt your heart beating out of your chest in panic.

You stared at the car ceiling, trying to remember the breathing exercises a friend taught you long ago, to no avail. With every deep breath you took, you could hear your heart beat louder and louder in your ears, until you heard something else. Different. Shuffling.

You tried not to move, knowing the safest thing for you would be to stay where you were, concealed by the darkness, but you had to know what was going on outside! Maybe it was just some animal, rummaging through the woods. You couldn’t be sure it was anything threatening at all unless you took a look!

Standing up in your chair slowly, you peek out of Lucifer’s window and see a man dressed in black, digging a hole in the ground. He seemed to be about your height, but much more buff. Broad shoulder with a thick beard. You pulled out your phone, thinking this is crucial evidence that Chloe and Lucifer must have! You recorded every move of the man, from the car. Your flashlight wasn’t on, obviously, which made the quality of the video pretty sucky, but it was definitely readable. You watched slowly as the man dug out what looked like a backpack or a small luggage. He quickly grabbed it and walked away, down the street you and Lucifer had come from. You tried to follow him with your camera as much as you could but eventually, he left your view. In a spur of curiosity and bravery, you opened Lucifer’s door just slightly. Enough to be able to peak your camera out and continue recording the man! It felt like an important job, like you were part of the team and, curiously, you found the feeling of panic diminishing, replaced instead by power and pride!

The car door swung open suddenly and your phone was snatched away by a tall blonde man, dressed in all black. He quickly dragged you out of the car and gagged you with a cloth. All of this happened so suddenly, you barely had time to react or fight him off. He was much stronger than you anyways, so when he slammed you face first onto the hood of the car, you could resist him in any way that mattered.

“Y/N!!” you heard Lucifer come from behind you. He must have just exited the house. 

Everything was so confusing and you could barely process your surroundings. You got yanked away from the car, and turned to face Lucifer.

His hair was messed up and his nice shirt, the one he had bought just last weekend and had been so excited to show you, was now ruined with blood and gunk and mud. He looked out of breath but his fists were clenched, ready to fight.

“Not a single step further!” the blonde man said, as he glued the barrel of his gun to your temple. Your knees went weak.

“I’m not going to do anything!” Lucifer said, raising his hands in surrender “Surely we can come to an agreement!” “I highly doubt that!”

“There must be something that you want! That you’ve been dreaming of for years now! I can make it happen!” you saw right through Lucifer’s act. His voice was calm and somewhat conspirative, as it always was when he was granting people favours, but his eyes spoke of fear and uncertainty. Uncharacteristic of him. 

“Tell me, what is it you truly desire?”

You repressed a smile as you felt the man slightly relax his grip around you. He fell into the devil’s spell. Eventually, the words flew out of his mouth.

“I want my mom back”

“Oh, well that can be arranged! Just let me know where she is and I can guarantee that…”

“She’s dead”

“Oh…” Lucifer’s smile faded

“Yeah, I’d love to see how you’re gonna do that!” you felt the vulnerability of the man translate into his body language. As you were still pressed against him, you felt his grip loosen significantly and decided this was the one chance you got. You kicked your foot back, hitting the man right in between his legs, forcing him to let go of you completely. You took off running towards the woods behind the car but you didn’t have a chance to get far before you heard Lucifer attack the man. You looked back at the fight, only to see the blonde fire his arm into your friend’s leg. For the first time ever you saw something on Lucifer’s face that you had never seen before: pain. He screeched in agony as he pulled away from the man but before the fight went any further, another shot was fired, hitting the blonde man in the shoulder. This one came from behind you. Chloe had arrived at the luckiest of moments. You were sure that had it not been for her, you would have been dead and the guy would have probably gotten away again. Now however, he was in the back of a cop car, on his way to the precinct. Decker and the rest of her team began scouting the place for evidence while you sat outside with Lucifer, carefully tending to his wounds.

“Why?”

“What do you mean darling?” “Oh, where do I even begin!” you joked, but could feel tears brimming in your eyes “First, why did you get hurt like this? You are invincible! You always have been, I mean hell, I’ve seen you get caught in a crossfire before and walk out of it just fine! What was it about this guy and this guy's weapon that made the DEVIL bleed!” you said, showing him the bloody cloth you had been using to clean off the wound “And second, why did you attack him like that? That was reckless! I mean you got SHOT for fuck’s sake!”

Lucifer took a deep breath before answering “ It wasn’t him or his gun. It was you! I am vulnerable when I am around you”

“How is that even possible?! “ “Amenediel had some ideas about that…” he tried to laughed it off

“Like what?” you could tell he was avoiding the subject but you weren’t having it! You were deeply concerned for the safety of your friend and him keeping secrets from you was not something you could tolerate any further

“He thinks I choose to be vulnerable when I’m around you…”

“Why would you do that? That’s ridiculous!”

“For the same reason that I attacked that man Y/N” he said, meeting your eyes for the first time since you had been left alone “Because I love you. And you aren’t just a friend to me”

You looked at him in astonishment and were unable to suppress the giggling fit that took over you. You shook your head lightly before leaning up to kiss Lucifer’s lips. He tasted of black coffee and cigarettes and fit perfectly against you. He kissed you back shyly, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to.

“You should have just told me instead of taking a bullet in the leg, you know? I understand how some people would find that more romantic. Risking your life for the other person and all that, but I prefer you safe and healthy. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am” he said with a smile

“Come here!” you replied, leaning back into him for another kiss.

[mrsnegan]

hey beautiful! loving all your writing! and was wondering if you’d do a request with the reader having Negan as her neighbor and he gets jealous when her guy friend comes over instead of him

[Hi there! So, so sorry it took me this long to write your request. But here it finally is, another smut fest, I just can't help myself. 😅]

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, rough sex, jealousy, oral sex (f receiving), bodily fluids, squirting, aftercare

Moving into a new neighborhood always felt weird. Getting used to a new surrounding, meeting neighbors and hoping they would be kind of alright was a pain in your ass. You hated those situations. But meeting Negan, your neighbor of two years by now, was the most cool thing ever. He was a real sweetheart with a sailor's mouth, ready to help whenever there was a problem, ready to party whenever there was an invitation. Even if he was eye candy as well, a real flirt at times, you didn't consider him as an option, more as a friend, a life long partner in crime.

Negan, on the other hand and unbeknownst to you, did definitely have interest in more than harmless teasing. He liked you - a lot. Though he would never pressure you into anything, would never make a move without any signal from your side, because he cherished your friendship as much as you did and respected the hell out of you. Little did he know that a mysterious male guest of yours would shake up his whole resolution, unleashing something primal and urging inside of him.

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You stood in front of the oven, the lasagna smelling delicious and nearly ready to eat. Paul, your friend from work, would ring at any minute. He was a nice guy, helping you out with a big project. In return, you invited him for dinner to thank him for all the effort. This wasn't a date though, Paul was gay 100 percent, the coolest dude in your opinion. He dated an Italian barkeeper who was at work right now, so it would only be the two of you. Either way, you looked forward to a chatty evening with good food, lots of wine and laughter.

Your doorbell rang some moments later and you opened it with a bright smile.

"Hi Paul, come in!"

"Hi there! Thank you so much for the invitation, Y/N!" he beamed, handing you two bottles of wine.

The two of you entered your kitchen, preparing the rest of the dinner together. It was such a relaxing atmosphere, you had missed nights like this.

The lasagna tasted as delicious as it smelled and the first bottle of wine was empty much sooner than you thought. Paul and you talked about work, life, love and everything in between. You felt at ease, happy to the core. The second bottle was opened a few moments later and both of you decided to enjoy the nice weather in your little garden.

"Hey, who's this?" Paul asked, head pointing towards Negan's property. You could see him standing on his terrace, looking straight at the both of you.

"My neighbor and friend Negan", you answered and waved with a big smile. To your surprise, he just looked straight ahead, turning on his heels to get inside.

"What the fuck was that?" you asked perplexed.

"Uh, honey, sorry to break the news, but he seemed to be severely pissed about your male company."

"Huh? That's...why should he?"

Paul looked at me with his eyebrow raised, his glass of wine still in his hand.

"He's some nice piece of ass, at least from what I could make out. And honey, let me tell you, he's jealous because I'm enjoying your presence, not him. He's definitely hot for you."

You laughed loudly at his explanation, shaking your head in disbelief.

"No, he isn't. We're just friends."

"Y/N, for real, I know how a jealous man looks and he definitely wants you all to himself. I'd suggest you get your beautiful ass over there and get banged real good. Because jealous men are such a turn-on and won't keep their hands off of you."

Despite knowing Paul for a long time, you clasped your hand over your mouth.

"He's my friend..."

"So you keep saying. What's wrong about friends with benefits? You absolutely deserve a good time. And he looks like a real snack", he winked, drowning his wine and getting up.

"Besides, I need to get home, it's late. I will get myself an Uber. Don't you worry your pretty little head, just get over there for your dessert."

You said goodbye at your front door half an hour later. While you watched Paul drive away, your heart kept beating faster and faster. Your feet carried you to your kitchen where you drowned another glass of wine. Was it possible what Paul had said? Was Negan jealous? Deep within you there definitely was a spark you felt, a pull towards Negan. He was handsome and funny, that much was true, though before Paul's suggestion you hadn't seen Negan in this kind of light. And since it had been spoken out, you couldn't stop thinking about what his lips might taste on you, what he might feel pressed between your legs.

You gulped audibly, not believing your own thoughts. Blaming the wine for your inappropriate thoughts seemed too easy, but admitting you were attracted to your neighbor was too difficult too. Sighing, you pulled your cardigan over your shoulders, grabbed your keys and went to his front door. The wine gave you the much needed confidence to do so, but your heart hammered in your chest nonetheless. What if you would destroy your friendship with this stupid little action? What if Paul was wrong? But you had to take the risk or you wouldn't sleep at all at night, laying awake with the punishing thoughts of what if.

The door bell rang in your ear louder than you remembered. Your palms were sweaty, so you tried to anchor yourself on your cardigan, hugging yourself tightly.

When Negan opened the door, he looked pissed to say the least.

"Hey", you said timidly.

"Hey", he answered without the warmth in his voice you were used to.

"Can I come in?"

"Why would you want to? You do have company, don't you?"

With a dry mouth you shook your head. "He went home."

"Asshat", he mumbled and you raised a brow.

"Negan, we need to talk."

"About what? I think it's more than fucking clear. Have a good night", he said, motioning to close the door in front of you, but you pushed yourself against it.

"He's gay", you told him, letting him stop in his tracks.

"What?"

"Paul, my visitor. He's gay. He's one of my colleagues and a good friend. This was a thank you dinner because he helped me out at work", you explained even if you didn't have to.

Negan pinched the bridge of his nose, opening the door wider, so you could slip inside.

Both of you stood awkwardly in front of each other, just staring at your shoes.

"Look, Paul said you would be...jealous. Are you?"

You heard Negan huff before you risked a look into his face. He looked troubled, as if he calculated the pros and cons of his next words.

"Fucking shit, Y/N, yeah, I'm jealous. You satisfied now?"

"No", you answered truthfully, risking everything with your next move. You closed the distance between the both of you, getting on your tiptoes to press a fleeting kiss against his lips. You pulled back as fast as you had kissed him, adrenaline driving through your veins.

Negan's growl surprised you, he was on you in an instant, pressing you against his door, his lips colliding with yours. The heat radiating from your bodies made you feel dizzy, his hands held your face tightly while he devoured your mouth with passion. He deepened the kiss as his body pressed itself against you, grinding where you ached the most. Your hands grabbed his strong frame for support, the moan into his mouth made him stop, pulling away a bit to catch his breath and also look into your eyes.

"Damn, baby, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this."

The groan leaving your lips spurred him on, moving his center against your trembling body in a nice rhythm.

"Shit, I...I had no idea."

"You surely didn't. Such a sweet, innocent girl. You wanna continue?"

He stopped all at once, earning a desperate whine from you.

"Y-yes, please Negan."

That damn grin of his made your knees buckle. He was so hot and he clearly wanted you. Thanking Paul silently for speaking his mind and Negan for his jealousy, you made the next step by pushing his shirt up, revealing his lean stomach to your hungry eyes.

He just smirked down at you, helping you out by pulling his shirt over his head. You admired his tattoos for a while, tracing them lightly with your fingers. He caught your hands in his, kissing your fingertips before he let go to slip your cardigan over your shoulders before he open button after button of your silky blouse, revealing more and more skin as well as your bra.

"Hot damn", he mumbled when he had freed you from your blouse, starring blatantly at your cleavage.

"I wanna worship every part of that hot body before I fuck you senseless."

Moaning at the prospect of getting laid by Negan, your hands found a home on his chest again.

"You...you don't need to be...you know...gentle with me, at least not this time." You bit your lip at your own forwardness. This was definitely the wine speaking. Your panties were wet the minute he had attacked your mouth and edging was the last thing you needed right now.

"Oh baby, you're full of surprises. The next time, huh? You sure?" Negan played with one of your locks, scanning your face for any second thoughts.

"Yes", you whispered.

He was on you in an instant, his hands on your ass, pushing you against him before he lifted you off the ground to carry you to the living room.

He sat you down on his dining table where the cold wooden surface made you gasp.

"I would carry you into the bedroom...but I think that's something for the next time", he winked, pushing up your skirt and slipping off your shoes. "I need to have a taste right now."

He surprised you yet again by dropping to his knees. Your panties, soaked as they were, were gone in an instant and his impatient mouth closed around your center.

You jumped at the sudden pleasure, too much too soon. Your hands wandered into his hair, desperate to push him away and to keep him there at the same time. The moans leaving your lips sounded like they were coming from someone else. He ate you out with passion, the slurping sounds so foreign to your ears that you turned a light shade of red. But he seemed to enjoy himself, biting down gently on your clit.

"Whose pussy is this?" he asked against your wet flesh, his breath on your lower lips driving you insane. You couldn't form a sentence, earning a light slap against your inner thigh.

"I asked you a question, baby. Whose pussy is this?"

"Y-yours", you moaned, you answer accompanied by his fingers rubbing over your folds.

"Yeah, that's right, mine alone", he mused, closing his lips around your clit again while two of his fingers entered your slick channel. He fucked into you with precision, driving you to your breaking point in no time. You came against his mouth and around his fingers screaming his name.

"So beautiful. Better than I could have ever imagined", he mused, looking up at your face. "I could do that all night. But you didn't ask for gentle, did you?"

There were no words with which you could respond, your orgasm had made you feel like jelly, absolutely unable to do anything than breathe.

You heard Negan's belt come undone and the zipper of his jeans. With the little strength you had left, you lifted your head to look at him. The sight you were greeted with drove another moan out of your mouth. Negan stood in front of you, cock in hand, stroking it languidly while his gaze was fixed on your wet center.

"You like what you see?", he asked, smiling warmly with a hint of mischief in it.

"Yes", you whimpered.

He came nearer, pushing the head of his cock between your soaked pussy lips.

"Fuck...", you uttered, over-sensitive but so damn horny for him nonetheless, despite the earth-shattering orgasm he had gifted you with.

"Patience, baby. Gonna fuck you so good, don't you worry", he mused, concentrating his movements on your clit. You jerked under him, the pleasure rapidly building and as he rubbed himself harder against you, you came again.

"Shit, would you look at that? You like my cock that damn much, don't you?"

As hot as his dirty mouth was, you wanted to feel him, finally. So you pushed your arms up and around his head to pull him down for a longing kiss. Just as his tongue sloppily played with yours, he entered you in one swift motion, setting a fast pace from the beginning.

The moans and groans you shared echoed through his house, the wood underneath you creaked with every movement. This was precisely what you had asked for, a good, hard, passionate fuck, something primal to get rid of all the tension. He fucked you harder still, looking down at you with furrowed brows. His right hand pulled your bra down to bare your bouncing breasts to his heated gaze while you tried to anchor yourself underneath his punishing thrusts. You hadn't been fucked like this in a long, long time, nearly forgetting how much you liked to be taken, to be claimed. And Negan was just perfect at fulfilling your fantasies, his cock feeling incredible.

"Baby...", he purred when he watched you play with your nipples, throwing your head back in the process.

There was something building inside of you again, much stronger than before. Your moans got louder in the process.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't...", you chanted repeatedly, while Negan fucked you hard, his hand coming down between your legs to flick your clit roughly with his thumb. The walls came crashing down for you, your orgasm roared through your body, wave after wave of pure bliss, so much so that Negan had to pull out to make room for you to squirt all over his cock.

He practically roared at the sight in front of him, jerking himself off furiously and shooting his load against your sodden pussy.

Both of you panted heavily while coming down from such an exquisite high. After a while, Negan helped you out of your skirt and bra which were still dangling on your sweaty body and carried you upstairs to the shower. Underneath his big shower head, you pulled him against you, still with shaking legs, but happy, so damn happy.

"Thank you for being jealous", you said giggling against his strong frame.

"No worries, baby, I still am. You're mine now."

You laughed at his comment, even if you knew he was honest with his statement. The kiss that followed was sweet, a nice contrast to your rough coupling some minutes ago.

"But honestly, I would love to invite you for dinner, have a proper date if you would like to", Negan suggested, his hands drawing lazy circles on your back.

"I would absolutely love to", you answered, peppering his chest with light kisses.

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Taglist: @iluvneganandjamie @murphslass @negans-attagirl @you-a-southpaw-doll

[elysianslove]

euphoria ; itadori yuuji

synopsis; a serene beach date, followed by intimacy at home

pairing; itadori yuuji x fem!reader

genre; fluff, smut 

warnings; smut! unprotected sex, which i do not condone this is fanfiction people. curses i guess? yuuji being cute as fuck <3

note; all characters are 18+ . please don’t read the smut if you’re a minor. there’ll be a page break separating the fluff from the smut! this shit is like over 4k words rip im sorry if there are mistakes

━━ it's not the first time he's seen you in a swimsuit. it's not even a bikini this time, and he's seen you in much more revealing clothing. you've laid bare next to him as the sun seeped through the curtains and woke the two of you up, and taken countless showers with him, soaked in the water inside a bathtub, his revealed chest to your naked back. and yet, yuuji gawks at you like it is the first time.

you only huff out a laugh as you slip the cover up off your shoulders, kneeling down to roughly fold it in your bag. his gaze is piercing, but you like the lingering presence of it. he whistles as you stand to your full height again, before eagerly removing shirt with a grin, reaching for the neck hemline and pulling it off. "so hot," he tells you, earning an eye roll from you. you're not given much warning before his strong arms are wrapping around your waist, picking you up off of the sand.

"yuuji, put me down!" you exclaim, but he only lifts you up higher, tossing you up on his shoulder.

he grips your waist with one arm, the other reaching up to grasp at your thighs as soon as you see the waves of the beach dance over to where your boyfriend stands. he continues inward, the water rising up to his waist, before he whispers out a measly apology, something like, "sorry, babe," before he's throwing you off his shoulder into the salty water.

a scream ripples out of your throat as you flail around, but there's no stopping it. you hit the water suddenly, initially freezing cold, before you move your limbs frantically to push your head out of the water. scowling at your boyfriend, who's cackling as if he were a wizard that's defeated his lifelong enemy, you push your hair out of your face. "what was that for!" you ask, swimming over to where he is.

he sinks below the water before you, his chin hovering over the water as he laughs. "it was out of love," he argues. "i wish i'd recorded it; your scream was hilarious."

instead of wallowing, you paint a mischievous grin on your lips as you plant your feet onto the sand beneath you, and leap up, aiming to dunk your boyfriend's head beneath the water. he's trained though, maybe not exactly for situations like this, but his reflexes are as sharp as ever. he catches your wrists easily, shifting his grasp of them in one hand, before using the other to grab your waist and push you beneath the water again. your eyes sting at the intrusion of salt water, throat burning, but the only true, lingering thought on your mind is just how easy it was for him to deflect you like that. you're terribly aware of yuuji's athleticism and strength, and yet it always manages to catch you off guard.

"no fair, yuuji," you say, pouting up at him as you blink away the residue of salt in your eyes. "that's twice in a row!"

yuuji only laughs again, reaching out for you beneath the water. his hands settle on your waist, but it's a soothing touch this time. no mischievousness behind them, only safety and security. he urges you closer to him until you rest your forearms on his shoulders, and then he leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose. "i promise no more slam dunking in the water," he tells you, lowering his lips to finally meet yours. you kiss him gently, enjoying the taste of salt that linger on your tongue when he opens his mouth for you. maybe it's a little lewd of you, openly making out with your boyfriend in a public beach's waters, but who can blame you really? he's breathtaking.

and you don't hesitate to him so. "you're mesmerizing, yuuji," you confess, lifting a hand to brush through his damp hair. some strands are sticking to his forehead, the pink of them more evident underneath the sunlight. you think that maybe he's left you this way, so mindlessly in love with him, because of the kiss. but really, you always feel this way for him. even if subconsciously.

"maybe i should slam dunk you more often," he teases you, but ultimately, he leans in for another kiss. "i think you're pretty neat."

"pretty neat, hm?" you wonder.

he hums. "yeah. the coolest girlfriend i could ask for, maybe," he continues. "prettiest, too." you humor him, and nod diligently. "by a long run, baby."

you press one last kiss on his lips, a quick peck, before pushing yourself out of his arms' hold, laying back atop the water. "help me float," you ask him, and then you feel his hands settle flat on your back, leaving a trail of heat along your spine. he's clueless of his effects as his face hovers over yours, shielding you from the sun, and you're insistent on keeping it that way, offering him a small smile.

he helps you dance above the waves for a few minutes, occasionally asking you random questions that you, honest to god, weren't sure if anyone had the answers to. and then, inevitably, he pouts down at you, complaining in a low voice, "m'hungry, babe."

thankfully, you'd prepared in advance for this date. rushing out of the water, with yuuji's hand in yours, you race across the sand to where your belongings were, an umbrella propped up for shade. you shiver as a breeze travels past you, painting goosebumps along your skin while your boyfriend urges you to move faster. as soon as you're there, he picks up your towel first, quickly wrapping it around your trembling frame and rubbing his hands up and down your arms, attempting to warm you up.

"all good?" he wonders, and you nod, even if you're still freezing, because he's still yet to dry himself off. finally, the two of you settle on the ground, a cloth beneath you acting as barrier to the sand, and you pull out the snacks you'd packed from your bag. all of his favorites. "you really are the best," he tells you, moaning as he takes a bite into his food. you offer him a sincere smile, shuffling nearer to him for both his body heat and to rest your head on his shoulder while you eat.  

there really is no telling how time will pass when you’re with him. sometimes it’s slow, languid, the universe taking its time to stretch out the moments between you two, allowing you to lose yourself within every little thing. every kiss felt like a hundred, every embrace lasted years, every glance left a lingering tingle at the bottom of your spine. other times it’s quick, breathtakingly fast, but you still feel everything as strongly as you would on the opposing days. your heart just beats a little faster, racing to catch up with the way time speeds around you. his touch is fleeting, but the effect he has on you is always eternal. today, the earth seems to slow down with you, to accommodate with your need and desire to feel every moment to the fullest. it sympathizes with you, makes sure you catch even the tiniest of movements from yuuji, like the way his eyes blink rapidly to rid himself of the intruding salt dripping from his hair, or the way he’s moving closer to you to rest his head above yours.

god, you’re such a sap.

there’s another breeze that flies by, and you shiver again, instinctively pushing yourself closer to him. yuuji takes note, lifting his arm to wrap it around you, encasing you in his warmth.

“if you could be any animal, what would you be?” he asks you. it’s not sudden, the type of question, but his voice so near you is.

you only shiver again as you shrug. “i don’t know. never really gave it much thought,” you admit. “maybe a seal or something. they seem to be doing great.”

“a seal?” he wonders, then cranes his neck to look down at you with an approving grin. “nice one, babe.”

you snort, pushing your head into the crook of his neck, sighing against his collarbones. “what about you?”

his grip tightens around you as he rubs his hand up and down your arm soothingly. then, he replies, “maybe an eagle.”

“because it symbolizes freedom?” you ask.

yuuji shrugs softly. “maybe. or just because i’d like to fly. i’d carry you on my back and take you wherever you want,” he fantasizes.

“baby,” you start, sitting up straight to face him. “that’s what planes are for.”

the look on his face emits loud laughter from you, but he pinches the skin of your upper arm with a playful scowl, scoffing, “yeah but planes aren’t free, are they?” you hum, falling back into his embrace. he easily places his arms back around you, fitting you against him perfectly, before he speaks again. “where would you want to go?” he asks.

you sigh, “anywhere with you.”

he freezes for a moment, before he lets out a giggle. “you sap! god, you’re so in love with me.”

you can’t find it within yourself to tease him because, yes, you really are so in love with him. and you had meant it. his laughter fades out into happy sighs, and then he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “i’m so in love with you too.”

maybe you should’ve anticipated that this is where you’d be the moment you arrived back home with yuuji. it’s not that you minded; if anything, this is probably your fault more than his. it was evident in the way even the smallest of his touches, specifically today, lit a familiar fire in the pit of your stomach. inevitably, you figured, you would have found yourself in his lap anyways, knees perched on either side of him, legs spread and a flush traveling from your cheeks down to your chest.

you’d gone home with him with tired eyes and a glow to your skin. showering together hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary, either. it was simple, intimate, also hilarious when a wad of shampoo had fallen into one of yuuji’s eyes, prompting screams from him you never thought you’d hear. it’s after the shower that trouble started.

he had lazily leaned against the bed, only a towel wrapped his waist, his head tossed back against the wall. the tired sigh that left his lips mesmerized you, but you knew your thoughts were to remain as that, simple imaginations, because there’s no way either of you have a speck of energy for anything. you’re proven wrong when your boyfriend beckons you over onto the bed, not giving you much chance to even slip off your robe and into something slightly more comfortable. instead of allowing you to sit next to him, he’d lead you over onto his lap, propping you up, before capturing your lips in a lazy kiss.

you’d returned it, of course, because nothing feels better than kissing yuuji. nothing feels better than kissing yuuji with your hands on his neck, on his sturdy chest, down to strong stomach. the kiss turns feverish quickly, his grip on your covered waist tightening considerably before they travel down to your hips. he lifts himself up to sit more upright, guiding you closer to him, closer to where he wants you to be, before pushing you down harder onto him. against his mouth, you moan instinctively, hands traveling to tug lightly at his hair. a breathless gasp escapes his lips when you finally start grinding your lower body against his, his hands enforcing a bruising grip on your hips. you’re still covered, and so is he, but it isn’t long before the adrenaline truly takes over, and yuuji’s lifting his hips up to rid himself of the towel.

you’re about to follow suit, but even beneath you, he takes charge, untying the robe and slipping it off your shoulders hastily. neither of you dares to break the kiss as you’re finally completely bare before each other, and yuuji reaches forward to wrap his arms around your waist, pushing your chest flush against his. the action elicits a moan from the both of you, and you feel your nipples hardening as they brush against the muscle of yuuji’s chest. tiredness is long forgotten as your hips begin to grind aimlessly along his lap, and, in response, yuuji unfastens his left arm from around you, using the right one to steady you on top of him, as he brings one hand down between your legs.

his fingers brush against your folds, and he groans loudly at the first feel of you. he pulls back, breathlessly, to look into your eyes, noticing how hazy they’ve become, your pupils fully blown. then, he says, “wanna make you cum on my fingers, yeah?” a whine tumbles out from your lips and you nod frantically, giving him your answer to his indirect ask for consent. he collects some of your wetness on his fingers, before slowly slipping in his middle finger. although your mind had expected it, the intrusion is sudden to your body, and you lift yourself up reflexively. yuuji’s stronger than you though, and the grip of his right arm doesn’t falter as he sinks his finger deeper into you. he watches you through half lidded eyes as you throw your head back, welcoming easily the feeling that’s slowly beginning to overtake you.

he pulls out his finger to the first knuckle before pushing it back in, repeatedly, until he hears a breathless, “more,” fall from your lips. your wish is his command, and when he pulls his finger out, a second joins, filling you up even before. it’s incredible how easily you’re falling apart right before him, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly, your chest heaving as his fingers speed up their ministrations. he leans forward, clasping his mouth around one of your nipples, earning an even louder moan from you. your chest rises against his mouth, and his teeth clamp down lightly, pulling at your nipple, abusing it, as his fingers continue to drill in and out of you. his thumb reaches up to rub lightly against your clit, strengthening the fire filling your veins.

you’re making a mess of him, you’re sure, and you have half a mind to finally open your eyes and glance down at him. he’s fixated on you and your pleasure, mouth eager on your chest, arm flexing as he pushes two of his fingers in and out relentlessly. “m’gonna cum,” you whine helplessly, trembling in his grasp. he hums against your chest, letting your nipple fall from between his lips as his tongue dances along the perks. “yuuji, i’m gonna cum!”

he laughs, looking back up at you when you throw your head back, uselessly attempting to rock your hips in time to meet the thrust of his fingers. teasingly, he retorts, “nothing’s stopping you, darling.”

you’re already shaking in his grip, gradually losing more control of your body’s reactions. then, his eyes meets yours as he looks up, the same time his fingers are curling inside you and his teeth reach out to tug at your nipple —

you scream when you cum, sobbing helplessly as his fingers work you through your orgasm. your thighs involuntarily flex and you lean forward, unable to hold yourself up. his mouth leaves your nipple to allow him the pleasure of watching you properly. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant in a whisper, head falling onto his shoulder. his fingers don’t stop however, and you have to reach in between you to grip at his wrist in a silent plea.

yuuji laughs again, finally slowing down his hand’s movements until he eventually pulls his fingers out. “feel good baby?” he asks, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck as he feels your breathing slowly steady itself. you’re still slightly trembling atop him, but you know that you’re not even close to finished for the night.

you hum in response, nodding against him. lifting yourself up, yuuji beams up at your state, skin flushed and hair damp — he’s not sure if it’s the sweat or the shower from earlier, but either way, you look too gorgeous for your own good. unexpectedly, he feels you lift up his hand, gripping at his palm, before your mouth falls open, tongue slipping out, and you place his sticky fingers onto the muscle. his breathing halts when you wrap your lips around the digits, and he silently curses when he feels you suck lightly, tongue dancing over, around and in between his fingers.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he admits to you, and you hum again around his fingers diligently. “come on,” he urges you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and placing both hands on your waist. “can’t let you have all the fun.”

you giggle, nodding in agreement as you place your hands atop his. “want me to be on top?” you suggest.

“yeah, if you want me dead,” he jokes, before easily flipping the two of you over. you can’t help the squeal that cuts from your lips, but he swallows it easily with his mouth on yours, replacing it with a throaty moan. you can feel his dick hard against your thigh, leaking precum, smudged along your skin. he lifts himself up further along your body, pressing down against you until his heavy cock is trapped between your lower abdomens.

“yuuji, come on,” you whine up at him. your hand slides down to between you two, gripping the head of his cock, thumbing the slit. his figure falters above you, his arms trembling slightly at the feel of your hand around him.

his hand comes down to yours, swatting it off, before shifting down slightly to line himself up at your entrance. with his other hand, he spreads your legs further apart, hooking one onto his arm. once he’s satisfied, he settles the tip of his cock near your dripping sex, reveling in the noises that are spewing out of you — countless moans and breathless chants of please, please, please. he loves you always, but especially like this, all spread out for him, the heat of you nearly sucking him in as he teases your pussy.

“you look so pretty like this, baby,” he voices. you whine again as he rubs the head of his dick against your clit, throwing your head back and reaching out to grip his arm.

“please, yuuji,” you beg, and maybe if he had an ounce of self control within him at this rate he’d drag this out a little more. he’d tease you endlessly, till the sun came up again. but there’s a hunger within him that’s pleading and begging to be sated, so against all odds, with his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, he slowly enters you.

you muffle a cry at the feel of your walls stretching around him to accommodate him, and he can physically feeling you spasming around him already. he groans as he continues to sink in, his hand reaching out to fist the pillow by your head. your breath is heavy, labored, when he finally bottoms out. you feel so warm around him, it’s dizzying. “fucking tight,” he groans, his jaw tight.

he steadies himself, waiting for you to relax slightly. he doubts he’d be able to move even a little with how tight you felt around him, but slowly, surely, he feels you lift your hips slightly. “more, yuuji,” you mumble, eyes cloudy. he lifts his hand from near your head, gripping your hip instead, and with your leg lifted up on his shoulder, he pulls out, before slamming back in. your back arches as a loud moan rips from your throat, mindlessly cursing, “fuck!” he does it again, encouraged by the noises you’re making and the way your body’s reacting to him. you’re so fucking wet, dripping down onto the bed beneath the two of you, but he can’t even begin to think of anything but the fact that he’s reducing you to this state.

he continues to thrust diligently into you, his hips snapping against yours repeatedly. with the angle he’s fucking you, he continuously hits a specific spot within you, leaving your head cloudy and your spine tingling. he’s splitting you open in half at this point, but all you can do is lay there, muscles tight and exhausted, skin slick with sweat and chest flushed, rising and falling rapidly. your breasts bounce with every thrust, and you’re convinced he’s fucking you stupid as your eyes roll back, your back arching off the bed.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he praises you. “so good, pretty.” his voice is breathless, deeper too, and you look up at him for a split second. his eyes are trained down to where your bodies are connected, watching as you take him so well, his gaze never wavering.

when he leans forward, dropping your leg to wrap it around his waist instead, you know he’s getting close. his cock twitches inside of you, his hands coming to rest by your waist on the bed. his fingers, suddenly, come to work at your clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves harshly. “it’s too much! too good!” you wail, and he drinks it at all, his fingers growing slick again with your wetness.

“i wanna feel you cum all over me,” he tells you, thrusts somehow deeper. you let out a broken sob, your nails digging into his shoulders as he works you over to the edge. he’s given no warning other than the relentless squeezing of your pussy around him and your repeated cries of “cumming, cumming, cumming!” before you’re trembling beneath him, struggling to catch your breath as your hips lift up off the bed. the orgasm continues to rock through as yuuji’s thrusts grow sloppier.

“where do you want me?” he shakily asks. despite the overstimulation and the over sensitivity, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. he rests his head in the crook of your neck, his quiet moans music to your ears so close to you. “darling,” he groans, gripping your waist as he uses your body to bring himself closer to his high.

“inside, yuuji,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to his temple. “please, please, plea—“ a gasp tumbles out as he suddenly stills, your words sending him over the edge. his muscles flex, slightly trembling within your arms, his small pants spreading heat along your skin.

slowly, he fucks into you, riding out his high, pressing chaste kisses along your neck and throat. “love you so much,” he mumbles, finally stilling.

you feel sticky, sweaty, and not at all clean in comparison to when you’d just stepped out of the shower. but you also feel blissful, euphoric, hazy and completely satisfied. yuuji lifts his head up finally, lifting himself up slightly to pull out of you. his cum trickles out slowly, but he pays it no mind as he flops half of his body atop yours, and you let out a pained laugh.

“yuuji!” you whine. “you’re heavy.” he only hums tiredly, his arm slung along your middle, his cheek against your shoulder. you bring a hand up, the one he isn’t immobilizing, to brush away his hair. his eyes are barely kept open, but he still manages to smile dreamily at you. your fingers ghost over his features, admiring them, tracing his soft skin, unknowingly lulling him to sleep. “okay, king of aftercare,” you joke, and he huffs out a laugh.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles. “aftercare tomorrow.”

you nod, beaming brightly, and leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead. his chest begins rising and falling slowly, telling you he’s already asleep, but when you mumble out, “i love you so much, too,” and press a kiss to his cheek, you swear he smiles.

[mieteve-minijoma]

Take Me Back (To The Night We Met) - Coming Soon!

“So why did you wait so long, huh? That night, when I came and apologized to you for our fight, that was why you were crying, wasn't it?” Betty sucked in a breath and nodded. She felt her heart crack as he yelled, “So why didn’t you tell me right then?! If you really loved me, you would have been honest!”

“GOD DAMMIT, JUG! I WAS SCARED, OKAY?!” she shouted back before collapsing to the floor and bawling, the weight of everything hitting her all at once. 

She hugged her body tightly, desperately trying to keep herself from breaking further as she whimpered, “I didn’t want to lose you too...” 

Jughead felt his fury plummet to the ground with him as he sank to his knees in front of her, gathering her into his arms and allowing her to cry into his neck. She clung to the flannel he wore, whispering words, begging for his forgiveness. He stroked her hair and shushed her, rocking her as she cried.

“Shhh. Betts, don’t cry... I know-- you made a mistake... I know you didn’t want to hurt me... We’ll get through this, I promise. I love you so much... it’ll be okay... we’ll be okay,” he murmured into her hair, soothing her pain despite his own. 

After what seemed like an eternity, her tears finally slowed but her grip on him never loosened. He could hear her breath evening out, small hiccups escaping her as she tried to calm down. She trembled in his arms, his words soothing her tortured soul. 

He still loved her, despite her horrifying mistake, he still loved her...

“I don’t want you to hate me, Juggie... but I wouldn’t blame you if you did...” she murmured honestly. “I hate myself, so it’s okay if you hate me too...”

“Hey, Betty... I could never hate you, ever. Am I angry? Yes, but it’s not even so much about the kiss. Look at me,” he lifted her chin and gazed into her swollen tear-stained eyes, “I understand you weren’t thinking straight, okay? We’d both just been through a shit load of trauma and, as fucked up as it is, I can see how that would cause you to cling onto something familiar. Archie represents something from before our lives turned into a badly written teen drama,” he paused and sighed, pulling her back into his chest. “I’m more upset that you felt the need to hide it from me for so long... I thought we were past keeping secrets, Betts?”

“I wanted to tell you as soon as it happened, Juggie. And I tried a million times, but I was just so afraid of what would happen. I couldn’t bear the thought of you hating me, or thinking that it was in any way your fault, or because I didn’t love you. I was stupid and I messed up...” Betty felt the tears falling again but she didn’t want to stop them. She needed to get it all out, she couldn’t hold onto it anymore.

“I understand that you were scared, Betts. I just wish you had told me sooner. I can’t promise I will be able to get past it quickly - and I’m definitely gonna kick Archie’s ass when I see him again - but I don’t want to lose what we have over a meaningless, trauma-induced kiss. I already told you that once and I still mean that, Betty,” Jughead lifted his hands, cradling her cheeks in his palms before kissing her forehead. “I mean it, I love you and don’t want to lose you. We can work through this, but I just need some time.” 

“I’m so sorry, Juggie. I will do anything to make this up to you, anything,” Betty laid her head on his shoulder and sighed heavily. She was grateful for the chance to make things right and move past this together but she knew it was going to take a lot of work. She was fully prepared for this to be an uphill battle, one that would hopefully make them stronger in the end. 

“Betts, I have to ask...” he murmured, causing her to brace for the worst, “Does Veronica know about this?”

“No,” she breathed a sigh, “I wanted to tell you first. And I’m almost certain that Arch-- I mean, I don’t think he told her either. God--” she choked, “she’s never going to forgive me for this...”

“I’m not gonna lie, Betty, that’s a strong possibility. However, she might not hate you. Either way, she still deserves to know about the kiss. She’s your best friend, she needs to know what happened between you and Archie. Especially if Archie was the one who instigated everything after and wanted to take things further,” Jughead remarked, a small growl escaping his throat when he said his name. 

“Hey, hey, hey... I love you, Juggie. Only you,” Betty whispered and leaned up, kissing him softly to show him that he is the only one she has ever wanted. “It’s only ever going to be you, Jug.”

“I know.”

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Chapter One Coming To AO3 Tomorrow!

A/N:

This story is a complete canon divergent (starting after 4x17) that negates everything we know so far. No crazy superhero powers, obsessed serial killers, rabies fever dreams, or anything of the sort.

Now, I'm warning y'all now: this fic handles some heavy topics that could be triggering to some people and is angsty AF, but I’m hoping that once it’s complete, y’all will love it. (Don't worry, I will throw up a trigger warning at the beginning and will put them in the tags.)

Listen, I seriously poured my heart, soul, and even a butt load of tears into this one guys, so coming soon: My take on how the S5 time-jump should have been…

-Bina 💜

[breakyeol]

touch it (sensual oils)

one shot

┗ pairing : baekhyun x reader

words: 4k

warnings: smut, sensual massage, byun-booty, hand job, light overstimulation 

a/n; because baekhyun deserves it

Baekhyun had a bad day.

That much was glaringly obvious from the very moment he stepped through the door, looking about ready to crawl beneath your bedsheets and never come out. He collapsed into your arms with a pathetic whine the moment you rose from where you were situated on the couch, the full weight of his body thrown against your chest. You grunted at the unexpected impact, quickly wrapping your arms around his slim waist when you felt his knees beginning to give out.

“Baek!” You yelped, struggling feebly to support the both of you. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m too tired to stand,” he cried out dramatically, voice muffled against your shoulder, “my body feels like it’s turning into mush.”

You clicked your tongue at his familiar dramatics, a fond smile flitting across your lips in spite of yourself. “Oh my poor baby~” you cooed playfully, petting the top of his head, “they worked you into the ground?”

A heavy pout tugged at the corners of his lips, big droopy eyes swinging up to meet yours as he bobbed his head. “I’m already sore. I’m not gonna be able to move tomorrow.” He complained noisily, hands curling into tight fists around the material of your sweatshirt.

This close, you could easily make out the lingering scent of sweat clinging to his skin, and you didn’t doubt for a second he worked until he was drenched in it. There was a flash, an image that passed before your eyes, of Baekhyun, sweat rolling down the smooth slope of his chin, dripping from the fringes of his bangs, glistening enticingly above his brow, his mouth pink and open, gasping. It vanished just as quickly as it had come, and your attention was drawn back to the whining mess of a man squirming against your chest.

“Go shower,” you suggested, not trusting your voice above a careful whisper, “then come to bed, okay?”

“I don’t want to. Just hold me.”

You snickered, combing your fingers through the short hairs on the back of his neck, feeling the way his body melted into the tender caress. “I will gladly hold you for the rest of the night… after you take a shower.”

He only offered an unintelligible grunt in response, showing no signs of detaching himself from your body, his hold around you tightening in a display of stubborn resistance. There was little doubt in your mind that he’d keep this up for as long as your patience allowed – which, given how soft you were for the man, was a fairly long time –, but you knew you’d both be better off once he felt clean and refreshed, cleansed of the day’s many hardships.

“You’ll feel a lot better afterwards.”

A groan this time.

“I’ll make you feel a lot better afterwards.”

At that reparation, his head snapped up, eyes wide and, despite the exhaustion, glinting with a hint of excitement. His spine straightened, grip around you loosening somewhat as strength seemed to return to his muscles. “Really?” He whispered, pink tongue slipping out from between petal lips. So easy. You could’ve scoffed, but thought better of yourself, settling for a suggestive cock of your head that could be interpreted in a number of ways.

“Go shower,” you hummed, pinching his chin between your thumb and index finger and guiding his face down towards yours, “then… we’ll see.”

He let out a huff of breath, eyes going hooded as they flickered down to trace the smug curve of lips. “You’re mean.”

You laughed lightly, planting a kiss that was far too short for Baekhyun’s liking to his pouted mouth before skillfully untangling yourself from his arms. “We’ll see just how mean I can be once you come to bed.” You called teasingly over your shoulder, grinning in wild amusement at the low curse that followed.

It wasn’t too long after you’d made your way into the bedroom that you heard the soft hiss of the shower. You waited until you heard the low groan that told you that your boyfriend had finally stepped beneath the hot spray to permeate through the separating wall before you jumped into action.

This wasn’t the first time Baekhyun had come home looking ready to collapse and you doubted it would be the last. There wasn’t much you could do about him having to go to work. No matter what you said or how many times you told him he should give himself a chance to rest and recover, he would always put his everything into his work, because that was just the kind of man he was. He was all passion and fire and unrelenting persistence even when he felt like he might die. It was a quality that sparked both admiration and fear inside of you.

There was a certain helplessness that came with being the person he came home to after a long day of work, body and mind teetering dangerously on the brink of exhaustion. There wasn’t much you could do to ease his stress, as he wasn’t the type to verbally unload or express his unease to its full extent. Sure, he was dramatic, but only in a playful sense. That was his way of downplaying and covering up his true feelings, to both you and himself.

But, there were still other ways you could help. And, with some brainstorming and a bit of research, you’d come up with the perfect plan to help ease some of Baekhyun’s tension. Though, you had to scramble a bit to set the scene, you knew it would be fully worth it to see the look on his face.

It was just as you’d lit the final candle, completing the final touches, that you heard the shower shut off. Perfect timing. You quickly situated yourself on the edge of the bed, the cool air caressing your scantily clad body, rousing goosebumps across your skin.

But, the chills tickling your spine were little more than a second thought as Baekhyun stepped into the room donning nothing more than a towel that hung dangerously low on his full hips. He paused just inside the doorway, his brows shooting upwards as he took in the state of your shared bedroom. Wide eyes danced over the flickering candles laid out strategically across the hardwood floor to encircle the bed, swept over the scattered rose petals, before finally landing on you.

You, wearing a deep crimson lingerie set, a sheer silk robe, and nothing more.

His bare chest, still glistening with water droplets, rose sharply as his breath hitched. A low curse tumbled from his lips, almost too faint to hear over the seductive instrumentals pulsing from the speakers.

A satisfied smirk broke across your face at his reaction, pleased with yourself for having successfully caught him off guard.

“Surprise,” you sang, voice low and silken.

For a moment, he didn’t move, his own amazement rooting him in place as he visually inhaled the sight of you. Your skin was hot beneath the intensity of his gaze, blazing as it trailed torturously slow up the length of your body, not daring to miss a single detail.

A faint buzz of nerves fizzled in your gut.

You’d never done anything like this before. Presented yourself in such a way to him, that is. All wrapped up in silk and lace of only the most sensual nature, bathed in smooth orange candlelight that tickled your ankles and crept up the smooth length of your lower legs. This was something new for the both of you, something unexplored. But it also wasn’t everything you had in store.

When he moved, it was with the utmost cautiousness, as if stepping too quickly or too harshly might disturb the beautiful illusion spread before him. But still, he moved, unable to resist the temptation.

Without speaking, his hands found your face, curving around the shape of your jaw and winding around the back of your neck. They were cold against your skin, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that rippled down your spine as he leaned over you. You let out a soft hum at his touch, head rolling back under his gentle coaxing.

Not a beat passed before his mouth found yours, eager and impatient. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, easily finding the smooth slope of his naked waist and tugging him closer. He moaned somewhere low in his throat, tongue slipping out to trace the seam of your lip. You allowed as much, indulging the hungry press of his mouth, the careful nips of his teeth — until he tried to lay you down.

Your palms met the swells of his chest, and he pulled away, breathless and confused. “What is it?” He asked hoarsely, licking over his swollen lips. You’d be lying straight through your teeth if you said he didn’t look irresistible in that moment, wet hair hanging messily over his brows, dark, hooded eyes, all haze and lust as they stared down at you heatedly, full cheeks blushing a feverish shade of red. But you had plans for tonight, plans you didn’t intend to discard for the sake of sexual pleasure.

“I’m not fucking you.”

He gasped, disbelief coloring his features. “What? Why not?”

“Because,” you grinned, settling your hands on his hips, “I’m going to give you a massage.”

“A massa— ah!” his words cut off abruptly with a high pitched yelp as you suddenly spun him around, all but throwing him down onto the petal covered mattress. He could only stare at you in shock as you crawled over his nearly naked body, mouth curved into a playful smile.

“A massage.” You confirmed, sounding rather proud. But, he still looked less than amused, so you elaborated. “You’ve been working so hard these past few weeks, and I know you’ve been stressed and your body is exhausted. A massage will help release some of that tension.”

“You know what else releases tension?” He asked, sinking his teeth into his lower lip. You cocked a brow, feeling the light press of his fingertips as they feathered over your thighs, taking an obvious path upwards. Desire and mischief swirled in his eyes, voice low and thick as the words dripped slowly from his dangerous tongue, “Hot… passionate… s—”

You snatched his hands from your skin before they could reach their destination, pinning them to the mattress on either side of his head. “Shut up and roll over.”

He huffed, pouting up at you scornfully but obeyed nonetheless, rolling onto his stomach. “Do you even know how to give a massage?” He snipped as you settled yourself on the back of his towel clad thighs.

“I’ve done my research.” You offered lightly, sparing a moment to admire the lithe, sinewy build of his shoulders and back before you moved, reaching for the tall bottle you’d situated on the nightstand earlier. He followed your movements from the corner of his eye, curiosity breaking through the petulant facade.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit cruel?”

“Perhaps,” you teased, pouring the translucent golden liquid into your palm, “but you’ll enjoy this, I promise. Just… relax.”

A defeated sigh escaped his chest, his body deflating beneath you. “Fine. But, this better feel better than sex or I swear to god I will—” he jolted with a soft gasp as you suddenly pressed the heels of your oil lathered palms into the area just between his shoulder blades and pushed outwards, “sue.”

You smirked smugly to yourself at the breathlessness with which he completed his sentence, obviously not having expected the pressure to feel that amazing.

“Good?” You asked, voice tinged with arrogance.

“Uh-huh,” he admitted immediately, moaning throatily as you rolled your thumbs deeply against the base of his neck, “oh fuck that feels so good.”

You chuckled, skillfully working your fingers across the planes of his broad shoulders. He melted deeper into the mattress with every knot you deftly unwound, soft, relieved moans breaking from his open mouth. The smooth, lavender scented oil glistened captivatingly on his sun-kissed skin, the delicate aroma gently permeating through your bedroom. It was a lovely, soothing smell, subtle and unimposing. You spread it diligently across the smooth expanse of his upper back, before gradually beginning to work your way downwards.

His sounds of bliss lowered in pitch the lower your hands reached, dipping into silky tenor groans when your hands reached the delicate dip of his waist. But, as you moved to massage the area just above his hips, he suddenly jolted, spine arching, a strained curse rushing from between clenched teeth.

You couldn’t help the concern that sparked to life in your chest at his response. “Does it hurt?” You asked, easing up on the pressure but not removing your touch completely. Sucking his lips into his mouth, he nodded with a soft, hesitant hum, glancing back at you from over his shoulder. “What happened?”

He made a strange noise in the back of his throat. “I just… twisted it weirdly during practice, I guess.” He offered weakly, shivering as you poured a small puddle of oil in the small of his back.

“Did you take a break?”

His silence was all the answer you needed.

“Baek,” your tone turned scolding as you gently worked your fingers into the tight dip of his waist, “just because you can fight through the pain doesn’t mean that you should. You’re not doing your body any favors by pushing it this hard.”

“I know but I—“ he sighed heavily, pressing his face into the sheets, “I just… don’t want to disappoint anybody.”

Oh, your poor, sweet Baekhyun. Always trying to please everyone else even when it ends up hurting him.

Pausing in your movements, you leaned forwards, bracing your hands on his shoulders so that you could speak in his ear. “Nobody is disappointed in you, Baek. You work so hard everyday to be the best you can be, and it shows. Everyone knows that you put your everything into what you do. And everyone’s proud of you,” you pressed your lips against the curve of his throat, slowly working your way up to the curve of his jaw, “I’m proud of you.”

He glanced back at you through his eyelashes. “Really?”

The question is so soft, so uncertain, and you feel your heart clench painfully in your chest at the thought that this man truly doesn’t understand just how many people adore him for just being… him. “Of course.”

You didn’t miss the rising of his cheeks, though he tried to hide himself beneath his arm, suddenly shy. You bit back a grin of your own, pressing one final kiss to the shell of his ear before returning to your earlier position and resuming the massage. He felt a dozen times more relaxed beneath you, the previous tension occupying his muscles having magically dissipated.

Sometimes, all he really needed was a little reassurance.

The smile that settled across your lips was unwavering as you took to kneading at the supple flesh of his hips, just above the top of his towel. Somewhere in the back of your mind, there was a flicker of a thought. A mischievous, dangerous thought. A thought that had your attention lingering on where the towel was tucked and secured on his right hip. Glancing up at the back of his head, you allowed your fingers to trail discretely towards the damp, white fabric, toying with it lightly so that he wouldn’t notice — not even as it came undone.

It was only as you peeled it swiftly away from his body and Baekhyun felt the rush of cool air across his backside that he realized what had just occurred.

“H– Hey!” He yelped, swinging his head around fast enough to give himself whiplash, eyes wide with disbelief.

“This is a full body massage, Baek. It’s not a full body massage unless it’s full body.”

“My butt does not need massaging.”

You grinned, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as you cocked a challenging brow. “I beg to differ.”

“Pervert.” He hissed.

You gasped, splaying a hand across your chest. “Who told you?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at your antics, but put up little resistance as you nudged his hands away from his butt. The tips of his ears and the back of his neck turned a dark, lovely shade of pink, and he quickly buried his face in his arms. Taking that as his nonverbal cue to continue, you poured yourself some more of the lavender scented oil, overturning your palm to let it drizzle onto his cheeks. He flinched slightly, the sensation catching him off guard.

So cute. You bit into the inside of your cheek to keep from cooing at him, opting to set your hands upon the gentle curve of his ass and knead your fingers into the soft, toned flesh. Baekhyun stifled a moan in the crook of his elbow, eyes fluttering as his body responded to the soothing touch.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” You asked, tone teasing.

“Shut up.”

You snickered, massaging deep circles into the muscles of his upper thigh. He groaned deeply, fingers curling into the sheets. “Right there, right there— fuck, right there. It’s so sore.”

Heat flickered faintly in the pit of your stomach at the low rasping of his voice, grunted roughly through clenched teeth. Geez, why’d he have to sound so damn sexy…

Brushing off the thought as best you could, you forced yourself to focus on massaging the tension from his hamstrings. But each brush of your fingers over the insides of his thighs, intentional or otherwise, coaxed a round of violent shivers and breathless moans from your very much nude and very much oil covered boyfriend. You swallowed a mouthful of saliva, jaw clenching as you squeezed your hands around the backs of his lower thighs.

The sounds he was making weren’t helping your… situation in the least.

“How are you so good at this?” He asked, somewhat airily as your hands glided upwards, to just below the curve of his ass before returning to the crook of his knee. The question snapped you out of whatever trance you’d put yourself in watching the way his slick, honeyed skin dipped and curved deliciously beneath the pressure of your touch.

“Re- research. Lots of research.” You cleared your throat, shifting downwards on the mattress to set to work on his calves.

“You’re hands are fucking magic.”

Warmth slipped into your cheeks at the praise, your heart picking up speed within your chest. He was making it difficult for you to focus.

“I told you you’d like it.” You hummed playfully, beginning the slow ascent back up the length of his naked body.

“You were right,” he conceded easily, sighing in bliss as your hands slid over the small of his back, “I love it. Feels so fucking good, you have no idea.”

A content (and perhaps a bit smug) smile settled across your face. You couldn’t have asked for anything more. All you wanted was to make Baekhyun feel even just a little bit better after what you knew had to be a long, hard day— and you goddamn succeeded.

“Baek,” you murmured, and he gasped softly, not expecting your lips to be right next to his ear. He let out an unsteady hum, blinking hard twice when he felt your lace covered chest press against his back, “roll over for me?”

Swallowing thickly, he nodded. You lifted yourself off of him to give him just enough room to turn onto his back beneath you. All at once you were nose to nose, soft puffs of breath caressing your mouth. He was looking up at you with those eyes again, those hooded, wanting eyes, his hands clenching at the sheets somewhere down by his sides. You could see the dark flush on his cheeks, the desperation slowly seeping into his expression.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” The question was quiet, barely a whisper on his delicate pink lips. But the fire it ignited inside of you was anything but— loud, violent, and devastating, ripping your so well kept self control to shreds in a matter of moments.

“Yeah,” you whispered, sliding a slick hand down his toned stomach, “but I’m going to touch it first.”

He barely had time to react before your hand was around his cock. He gasped, back arching, forcing his chest flush against yours. Surprise flickered across your face upon feeling him already fully hard and throbbing against your palm. “Oh?”

“What?” He huffed out breathlessly, swinging the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, “did you expect me not to get hard while my sexy girlfriend wearing sexy lingerie rubs every inch of my body with oil?”

Pausing, you squinted down at him. “It was the butt massage, wasn’t it?”

He glared, and you grinned.

But any annoyance was wiped clean off his face as you squeezed your fingers around him, stroking his dick at a slow, borderline torturous pace. The remaining oil on your hand combined with his precum provided the perfect lubrication, the slide smooth and wet, the lewd sound of it making you clench around nothing. Baekhyun’s head rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent moan. But, not for a moment did his gaze break from yours. You bit your lip harshly, a violent heat licking at your veins, the sheer intensity of his dark stare making your head feel dizzy.

“You look… so hot right now.” You hadn’t intended to say the words out loud, but you also couldn’t find it in yourself to feel even the least bit ashamed.

The corner of his mouth curled into a sultry smirk, an airy chuckle rumbling somewhere low in his chest.

“Yeah?” You nodded. “Then kiss me.”

You did so without hesitation.

Baekhyun let out a heady groan, hands surging up from between your bodies to cradle your jaw as your lips worked against his with a hunger you hadn’t realized you possessed. It was uncoordinated and messy, all lashing tongue and vicious teeth, biting and sucking and licking until you were certain your that lips were raw. You were dizzy and intoxicated by the taste of him, and he wasn’t in much of a better state. With his cock in your hand and your tongue in his mouth, it didn’t seem like he’d last much longer.

Beneath you, Baekhyun’s hips bucked and rolled, frenzied and desperate. Your hand stilled around him, allowing him the luxury of control as he fucked himself violently into your closed fist. Each moan that tumbled from his mouth into yours was louder than the last, and you relished in the unabashed displays of pleasure, taking an immense amount of pride in knowing that you were the cause of it.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasped the warning, his nails biting harshly into your shoulder, “fuck— fuck, wait— I’m g-gonna come.”

“Baek,” you panted, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss, “come for me. Please.”

His back arched, the furnace of his body overwhelmed but still trying feebly to fight back his oncoming high. Baekhyun didn’t like coming first. He’d always had the tendency of putting your pleasure above his own, making sure you came at least once (if not multiple times) before him. But tonight wasn’t about you. Tonight was about him. And you were going to make sure he knew it.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, sucking a dark bruise into his skin while simultaneously rolling your thumb over his sensitive tip in a way that had him trembling pathetically beneath you.

“Oh god— oh fuck— y/n—!” He came with a hoarse cry of your name, hips bucking, muscles tensing, skin shivering. You felt his hot release spilling over your knuckles, slipping between your fingers. He whimpered and squirmed as the overstimulation kicked in, but you didn’t stop stroking him until he started begging. “I can’t, I can’t— baby, please—” his chest heaved and his eyes went glassy, the dangerous cocktail of pleasure and pain making his head feel dizzy.

Looking down at him, so wrecked and fucked out, with those flushed cheeks and heavy eyes, you felt your heart flutter at the same time arousal coiled in your gut. He was just too damn pretty for his own good.

You relented, gently releasing his spent dick from your hold. He let out a shaky breath before tugging you into another mind numbing kiss. You moaned softly against his lips, feeling one of his hands coil around the back of your neck while the other explored the expanse of your back. It didn’t take long before they discovered the clasp of your bra, deftly unclasping it. Distracted by the skillful flicks of his tongue, you didn’t realize what he’d done until you felt the lacy fabric slip down your arms.

A giggle bubbled in your throat, and you whispered against his mouth, “naughty boy.”

His lips curled, and then all at once you found yourself sprawled on your back. “Naughty girl,” Baekhyun retaliated in a low, playful growl, pinning your hands to the mattress on either side of your head, “making me cum even after I told you to wait...”

His head dipped and you gasped softly as he nipped at the sensitive part of your throat, one hand sliding down to grip at your naked breast. You bit your lip to suppress a whimper as he circled your nipple with a rough thumb.

“Guess I’ll just have to pay you back for it…”

You weren’t about to object to that.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Researching...

ZETA

You need to see this first then this

The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?”

Pairing -> Albedo x Female Reader

Word Count -> 2944

Themes -> Smut, PwP, PwF, Woohoo, the "thing", the "do"

Series -> #Bonafide Specials (100 followers event)

Warnings -> NSFW CONTENT, DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDERAGED! (this is awkward because you two have no experience, jsyk)

(Z,E)-9,12-tetradecadienyl acetate (TDA, also known as ZETA) are usually emitted by females to attract males for mating. Sex pheromones are defined as odors, produced by either males or females that stimulate one or more behavioral reactions in the opposite sex, bringing the males and females together for the purpose of mating.

The foldered papers at the mahogany desk met with a soft plop at its weight, and you noticed the Alchemist suddenly straighten his back from his spaced out daze on the noise, whipping his head towards where you stand. Albedo's teal eyes were wide from the sudden intrusion, but his eyelids drooped over them once again upon the realization that it was just you who entered as it loses its light once more. This worried you.

The Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius has been in a dilemma recently. And all of Mond knows of this.

Albedo naturally holds himself in a regal and composed aura that draws people to him in admiration and trance. But this Albedo lacks such gait, with shoulders tense and eyebrows furrowed, steps heavy and head hanging low.

He has hit a wall in his never-ending research. And the effect was obvious on him.

Days he'd be cooped up in his laboratory staring at nothing, glaring at his setup. Days he'd be gone beyond the walls with his easel and sketchbook, only to return with unfinished artworks meant to be forgotten. Sucrose had tried placing experiments that are easy to handle and give him at least a sense of self-confidence for solving, but even that cannot pull his mind away from his obstacle.

"You know," leaning on the table with arms crossed, you watched the Kreideprinz drag his foot to where you were, aiming to check on the folder that you just submitted, "Some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever." Such words smoothly flowed out of your mouth despite the masked embarrassment you expertly hid through a haughty smirk.

That someone was Kaeya, and that Kaeya threw out that same comment next to you when you two saw Albedo walk through the headquarter's halls like a zombie a few days ago.

The sudden pound of fists on the table at either side of you startled you, expertly caging you in as you looked up. Albedo loomed over you with eyes brightly catching the sun, giving it the luminosity that carried the same curious look he had when faced with the unknown. "Intercourse? If it's true, then please," oh no, "I wish to have intercourse with you."

Excuse me? "Wha-" suddenly, you were hyper-aware of just how close you are to one another. You slightly hiked yourself up against the table, as to preserve what little distance you have. "Wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!”

And without skipping a beat, he mused, "Convenient, I love you, anything else?" That familiar smirk displayed on his face.

Contrary to his face tho, you greatly contest to Diluc's hair. Really a normal reaction- to this guy suddenly confessing! Your head is already whirling around in confusion and your eyes couldn't set itself straight at him, still mindful of the distance of which reminded you why you were in this predicament in the first place.

Albedo attentively watched your eyes stray to the side as he stands there in silence, seeing it land at the entrance to his laboratory. Ah of course, he thought he'd made a discovery, as he leans away from you to make his way towards the door.

And shut it with a click.

"Wait, wait, why did you lock the door?!" You finally mustered up the courage to speak (breaking away from the shock of his confession) as he finds himself where he stood over you, eyes filled with confusion.

"You were quiet after my confession. I know such moments of romance are intimate and with your eyes, I only wanted to give us privacy," his brows furrowed with confusion before his shoulders dropped, a sharp sigh escaping. "Normally people would express their reciprocation by now," he breathed as he starts pulling back and away, "but voicing your rejection would have been appre-"

Quickly with a yelp, you reached out for his departing form, pulling him back by the grip on his shirt. Albedo's eyes only widened a little as he was quick to grip the table's edge to stabilize himself, one arm wrapped around your waist to ground you. "No! I do- do love you too!" You finally squeezed out the embarrassing confession, "You were just so sudden, it surprised me so much!"

And suddenly he was laughing openly, full of relief and humor, as his shoulders slackened at the validation. The heavy weight on his shoulders eased as if a physical matter left it, the bout of removed tension making him slump on you.

You cradled the tired Albedo in your arms as you let him place his chin on your shoulder. This man is your lover now, you thought as the fact finally dawned on you. The brilliant and most loved in Mond now tied down to you.

Basking in the presence of a person now his, Albedo found himself breathing in. There was a scent to you that always soothes him which now feels emphasized at the closeness. His pupils dilated as his face buries itself closer to the junction where your neck and shoulder meets.

Ah, what was this? Was this the pheromones you once talked about in your research on zoology that attracts those to them? He mused in his mind as those teal eyed fluttered shut, nose brushing at your neck for another whiff.

While Albedo indulged himself with the natural scent of you, you stood there with weak legs, trembling and red from the notions. Oh gods, you whimpered at the feeling of his lips brushing at your skin, you're whipped for this man.

"I'm waiting," you had to hold the shiver when his words vibrated against your neck, "for your answer on my offer, I think it would be good to try." Ah the 'intercourse'. You placed your hands flat on his back as he leans away to stare in attention, and then you finally explained to him what you meant, what you'd do, and what it entails to.

Albedo nods in understanding at your every clause and explanation. And his bright mind understood far too easily how it would help. "We are lovers now," his eyes twinkled at the cute scrunch of your nose upon the embarrassment of the fact, "sooner or later we'd end up doing it anyways. When shouldn't be a matter."

Albedo always make a good point.

With your consent, Albedo slowly lays you on the surface of the table as his other hand makes quick work to swipe away the items that would be in the way, thankfully the carpeted floor prevented anything from breaking. His lips found yours almost naturally as you urged him to take off his coat and you worked on your own, the thoughts spiraling in your head for every clothing that is shed:

Albedo has little to none idea on how sex works between humans, and you had your base knowledge from the things you learned from academics; in short, you're both inexperienced and you are his anchor.

How funny how the master role quickly switched, you thought with an inward laugh before it died in your throat at the sight— he stands there with his undershirt unbuttoned, belt and shorts caught by his knee, and his apparent bulge outlined by his boxers. Your thighs instinctively closed, you don't know what's considered average in size for such things, but you know for a fact there's gonna be some difficulty.

"Is something wrong?" His raw and calloused hands (gloves long gone) softly landed at your squirming thighs, the contact sending a shiver all over. "Am I doing something wrong?"

No, you breathed as you urged him to step closer and settle between your legs at the edge of the table, his form forcing you to spread your limbs apart.

The intoxicating scent that Albedo indulged in earlier was stronger now, drowning him and clouding his thoughts. The waft plunged through his senses so forcefully that he stumbled a bit on you, hips hitting as he grips your sides to keep him steady.

Next came the warmth that touched his sensitive length as it laid between you, the contact had forced out a cute squeak from you and an airy groan from him. His hips buckled to catch the sensation as he finds himself rutting between your folds with ragged breathing.

So good, it felt so good. Albedo finds himself struggling to keep his eyes open from what he now identified to be pleasure, and as he looks up to check on you, you were struggling just the same. Your chest rises and falls in quick successions as you covered your eyes with an arm, whimpers coming out of your slightly parted lips.

Fuck. If only he wasn't so engrossed, he wanted to capture this image through painting. "Am I-," he cleared his throat of the hoarse voice, "Am I hurting you?"

You gasped at the cold and wet feeling swipe from your chin to the corner of your lips, licking the trail of drool you didn't even notice when you opened your eyes to see Albedo's up close. With a shake of your head, you gripped the ponytail of his braid to pull his head for a sudden kiss.

Staggering over your form as your legs hiked up to hook around his waist, you guided the tip of his length to your entrance as he ravaged your mouth without restraint. Lips bruising each other, tongue tracing the underside of yours gingerly before it licks at the roof of your mouth— all the sensations had fogged up your consciousness so badly that you didn't feel an ounce of pain when he finally entered into you, guided by a shy gentleness to his ministrations.

It is only when his tip finally touched the opening of your cervix did you whimper; the way you're being stretched and the fullness of his length in you making you writhe under and around him, the friction only making rousing him more.

Albedo produced a low growl against your lips as he bit down on the bottom one, his trimmed nails digging to your soft-skinned hips as he pins it down. "Stop- nghh- stop moving around so much," a sudden warmth pooled into your stomach as you tightened around him.

Mistake number one: You didn't expect for his gentleness to be gone.

Spurred on by your tightening grip and the pleasure shooting up him everytime his tip came in contact with your edge, Albedo went into a relentless pace, pounding straight into you to hit that spot. Your pants turned into breathless chokes everytime he comes in contact, forcing your raw moans out of you. There's a dull pain by your entrance everytime he grinds against your walls, and he whimpers your name in pure ecstacy every stroke.

Your back arcs as he smacks into you, pulling back halfway through before burying deep into your hole once again. His brutal pace gets sloppy at times, before his strength comes back again to pull you closer. Halfway through Albedo produces a feral growl as he grips one of your legs behind the knee, pushing it closer to your body and slightly angled to the side.

And the moment he thrusts in with the new position, you cried out his name. The tip of his length reached far deeper with this new angle, and had plunged the top right into your cervix— your hips trembled as Albedo's whole body shivers at the new sensation, fingernails digging into your thigh as his other hand intertwines with yours, pinning it down on the table as leverage.

"Ahn," he whispered your name tiredly with tears pricking at the edge of his eyes, for the first time staring at your eyes after he had started, "How are you? Is it okay? Is it..."

Good, you mumbled with a tired smile at his consideration, bumping your hips to emphasize on it- which drew a sharp gasp from the both of you, he was already in so deep, your hips bruised and touching.

He rolled his hips to test out, his thickness rubbing at the walls as he stirs your insides. The sweet moan you produced spurred him on, and he was once again staggering into you, his hips slightly elevated in an angle meant to pierce through you.

The sound of flesh smacking against each other overpowers even your loudest moan as Albedo pleasured himself inside you desperately, the smell of sex filling your sense of smell. He chases the way your hole drips and wafts with the scent, drawing in a huge breathe whenever your mixed cum spills past his tightly locked dick in you.

And soon his pace became more desperate and short, as he makes quick work at hitting you in your most sensitive part to barely give you time to gasp for air. Your walls clenched down on him so tightly as you came, a cry of his name passing your lips as your back arched—

the pressure made him buckle and he thrusts in deep one last time, tip breaking past your cervix, as his climax enters you in thick strings of warmth.

That was mistake number two: you didn't bring protection with you.

But at that moment you couldn't care less (your cycle just ended anyways, you should be fine), watching him whimper your name in full pleasure as his teeth grinds against each other, his forehead and eyebrows knit and furrow as he releases before it relaxes after he is done.

And then he falls face first to your chest, the renowned Alchemist running out of the minimal stamina he had with him. Buried between the valley of your breast, Albedo had the most serene (almost drunk) expression on his face, lips pressed against the skin over your heart where it beats with fervor from your activity.

He tested another experimental thrust, lighter this time, as he felt your mixed fluids moved around the tiny space. You gave a wailing moan at his action, and he breathlessly laughed at your reaction.

Albedo stayed in you and on you for a few more minutes after that. Still trying to regain strength as your tired pants became the white noise that night.

"Albedo..." he hums against your chest as his arms tightened around your waist, enjoying the peace your hands brought to him as you stroke his cheek. "Albedo, I need to clean up." He jests that you should just keep it in you and you responded with rapid pats, whining at the notion. He chuckles.

It took him a lot of willpower to get up and he made it obvious as hell, taking his time to remove himself off your chest, grumbling that his bed was complaining too much. You let out a cute snort before smacking his arm. Albedo grips your hips as he gently pulls out when he stops suddenly, realizing that the liquids would pour out and make an obvious mess if he were to do so.

His head passes around the immediate area as he pinpoints a peculiar object, plucking it from its plastic package, still new from the bubble wrap. A sharp gasp suddenly comes by you at the cold and hard sensation that replaced Albedo inside you, only a few inches deep as the Alchemist walks off to get tissues. Wary, you looked down to see the object, choking out when you saw its end sticking out past your crotch:

A test tube, pristine and clean, was preventing the fluids from dripping out of your hole.

When Albedo came back with the tissues and spare cloth in hand, he muses at how your deep red face was smacked tightly against your palms. He offers to clean up, a gentle hand carefully pulling out the tube, but you refused and got quick work on yourself. That was enough embarrassment for tonight.

Unbeknownst to you with your busied self, Albedo held the glass vial in close inspection and curiosity. The translucent white liquid barely blocks the night light and produced the same strong scent he'd been chasing the whole night— he sticks his tongue out to taste, ah, slightly salty and sticky.

Albedo wonders what kind of experiment he can do with this.

The obvious lift on the shoulders of the Chief Alchemist was greatly acknowledged by everyone in town who were aware of the impasse the young man had troubled himself with for the past few days. The bags under his eyes were gone, and the tealness he has shined with newfound vigor. Besides the mood shift, many of the knights had also noticed the time spent between the two of you. Missions and expeditions were always coinciding with each other and people barely saw you separated, giggling and smiling to yourselves in your pink world.

One day they finally found out about your relationship when a knight barged in to his laboratory for an urgent matter. Blurting out the Chief Alchemist's name before he realized that you were there, lips locked against each other.

The news spreads fast with that little detail and everyone congratulated you on your relationship.

Behind your bashful smiles, you and Albedo sighed in great relief, thankful to the archons that the knight didn't took notice of your hand under his big white coat that time.

This turned out like this cuz alchemy boy very new to things u_u and little stamina, he needs to exercise more ehe-

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