#they sound so good together aaahs

[iamacolor]

since tumblr isn't letting me share gifs let me share this performance video of one of the lovely runner ost songs - by seunghyub (who plays inkyuk) and hweseung from n.flying . as you can see, inhyuk can actually sing and very well!

[nanaslutt]

Okay but perv Geto is so fucking good and so fucking accurate what if he caught reader using the shower head on herself and decided he would do her one better 👀

perv geto<3 my luv

contains: fem reader, voyerism, perv!geto masturbation(r!&geto), so much dirty talk, sexual tension, praise, degradation, unprotected sex, shower sex, whipped!geto, softer ending, implied aftercare

MDNI

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“Fuuuu-mmm” you slapped a hand over your mouth to conceal your wines as the strong stream of water from the shower head hit your clit perfectly— the perfect temperature, the perfect pressure.

You had started out standing but quickly decided to make yourself as comfortable as possible on the smooth tile of the shower floor when you realized how intense the stimulation was.

Your legs were spread while you bucked your hips against the stream or water. Your body was jerking and jolting at the sensation of the water caressing just right under the hood of your clit.

You held your breath as the warm water brought you closer and closer to your high, jaw dropping and eyebrows scrunching together as you were pushed off the edge.

“Haaaa-aaah fuck-“ you whined a little too loudly. You felt your walls clench around nothing as your orgasm washed through your body, the warm steady pressure of water was working you over so well, prolonging the intense feeling as you jerked and gasped into the small room of the bathroom.

shlick shlick shlick

“Fuuuuck… cmon go again, do it again..” Geto whispered under his breath from the other side of the door.

You knew you weren’t being relatively as quiet as you know you should’ve been; having a roomate in the house; but you figured the water would drown out most of your noises.

You could not have been more wrong.

For the past five or so minutes that you had been getting up to your antics in the shower, Geto’s ear was pressed against the door, warm hand wrapped around his fist and pumping steadily while listening to your wines and curses as you got yourself off.

He heard you and Shoko talking about this new method to masturbate over the phone the other day, he didn’t mean to ease drop but.. yes he did.

The second he walked by your room and heard you repeat back to shoko, “A shower head? down there? really?” He froze in his tracks, listening to the short conversation after your question that followed.

Ever since that day, whenever you got in the shower he would follow right behind you. The moment he heard the shower come to life, his head was pressed against the thick wood door, listening for any telling signs that you were trying out this new trick you had learned.

And he is so glad he didn’t give up, night after night he spent standing at that door, shuffling his body weight between both of his feet as he waited so patiently to hear something, anything that sounded like you touching yourself, and he finally did.

He wanted to feel guilty he really did, but the vivid image he had painted of you, standing with the shower head you body used, against your clit, moaning and whining as you made yourself cum with it.. the guilt in his body was nowhere to be found.

You panted hard on the floor, squeezing your legs shut in comfort when your orgasm subsided, “holy shit,” you breathlessly whispered, amazed at how good that had felt.

You pulled your lip between your teeth, thinking. The water was still warm, so you couldn’t have been in there for too long.. a second round wouldn’t hurt.. right?

You spread your legs once more, wincing when you brought the shower head back to your clit, face scrunching as you tried to overcome the overstimulation you felt as trying to go again so soon.

You managed to push through it—though you realized you felt ten times more sensitive than before, it was proving to be harder to hold back your noises as you alternated between letting the water spray against your tight hole, and your sensitive little bud.

“Yesyesyes” Geto smiled triumphantly when he heard your noises start up again on the other side of the door after a brief pause. He started up his own hand again, stroking himself faster at the sound of your needier wines this time around.

He was picturing himself standing behind you, his cock fucking in and out of your tight hole while he held the shower head against your clit. He imagined you would protest at how it was too much, too good, to please give you a break— and of course he wouldn’t.

He would fuck into you harder, faster, he would manipulate the shower head in a way so the water was caressing your clit in circles, he pictured you curling in on yourself while you came all over him, he tried desperately to squeeze his hand in a pulsing motion to mimic what he thought your pussy would feel like when your high arrived.

He slowed down his strokes when an idea popped into his head. You could practically see a lightbulb form over him as he completely paused the strokes on his angry dick, quickly pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping them back up.

It was not unusual for the two of you to use the bathroom while the other was in the shower. The sliding shower door was one of those cloudy ones, so you could see nothing but the persons silhouette as they used the shower. The bathroom also had no lock, which Geto thought was absolutely perfect.

He rapped a quick knock onto the wood, “Coming in, gotta brush my teeth” he said as nonchalantly as he could, giving you a could seconds before he cracked the door open.

You were shocked out of your daze, slapping your legs together as the door opened, you prayed he would get his toothbrush and leave, like he usually did, but he had other plan.

“Oh- o-ok-“ You stuttered out when you saw his frame come through the door. You held your breath as you tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs, crying for you to continue the simulation before he interrupted you.

You watched his blurry frame grab his toothbrush, squeezing on the toothpaste and that’s when you froze. You watched as his head turned towards the shower, holding your breath before his deep voice spoke through the room.

“Why are you on the ground?” he questioned, making you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that if you tried hard enough, you might disappear. “Didn’t hear you fall, you okay?” he asked, knowing damn well you weren’t on the floor because you fell.

He wasn’t expecting to see you like this, but he couldn’t deny that the thought of you having to sit down from how weak your legs were from just putting a shower head to your clit was making him dizzy.

“I-i’m okay,” you answered, praying that would be the end of his interrogation— it wasn’t.

“Didn’t answer my question.” He repeated, a smirk you couldn’t see, spreading itself across his handsome face, “Why are you on the ground if you didn’t fall?” He spoke.

You stayed silent, looking around the four walls of the small shower box you were in, trying and failing to come up with some excuse, instead feeling your mouth flap open and closed like a fish while little ‘uhh’ and ‘umms’ fell from your lips.

You watched his figure sit down on the closed toilet seat. The silence in the room was making your heart race, had he heard you moaning?

“Where’s the shower head?” he asked. You pulled your lip into your mouth and closed your eyes, forgetting that you can see the shower head peak out from the top of the shower door.

“What are you doing?” you asked quietly, at this point, you knew he knew— and you knew he was teasing you about it.

“Just wanna know where my shower head went, I spent a lot of money for that attachment you know~” He cooed, making you sigh.

“I..” you started, opening your eyes and peeking at his blurry frame through your peripheral vision, “I have it.” You finished.

“Where?” he quickly responded, smile still plastered on his face, his hand coming down slowly to subtly rub himself over his pants, using the obstruction of the blurry shower door to conceal his antics.

“Down here, with me.” You answered. “What’s it doing down there? hmm?” His deep voice resonated.

You started to feel yourself grow hot, and it wasn’t because of the temperature of the water. “I needed it.” you answered vaguely, feeling yourself throb between your legs at this interaction.

“You needed it?” he repeated, rubbing himself harder over his pants, letting out a short laugh when all you responded with was a short ‘mhm’

He watched your form move behind the glass, guessing your legs had spread open again, watching your arm move to place the shower head back between your legs.

He heard your breath hitch quietly when the water made contact with your little bud once more, “Needed it bad, huh?” he spoke again.

You tipped your head back against the shower wall, ignoring the blaring signals of what the hell are you doing this is your roomate, going off in your head. Instead you opted to move the shower head in circles, letting the water caress your pussy in the way you needed.

“Who taught you that huh?” he asked, knowing full well who the culprit was, and internally thanking her. “A-a friend.” you responded, your breath picking up as you spoke.

“Yeah? Did your friend also say it was okay to use my shower head to play with your pussy?” he asked. His vulgar and more direct words made you whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing as he continued.

“Y-you like it,” you responded, rolling your hips up into the stream of water.

This caught him off gaurd.

“Don’t t-think I haven’t noticed you outside the door whenever I s-shower ngh-“ you whine, wanting your voice to sound more like you were scolding him, but your words came out rushed and needy instead.

“You wanted m-e to do this,” you finished with a whine when the stream hit your clit a little too intensely.

“Fuck,” he laughed, reaching his hand into his pants once more to pull out his cock and stroke himself properly, “Why didn’t you say anything huh?” he asked.

“Didnt w-wanna ruin your fantasy, p-pervert.” you responded, the name making his cock twitch. “Oh I’m the pervert?” he responded, “Who was the one letting me listen to her shower? the one using my shower head to make herself cum?”

“L-listen to yourself, your just a nasty v-voyeur,” you wined, moans freely falling from your lips now at how worked up this conversation was getting you.

He felt his balls clench at your degrading words, cock still in his hand as he stood to his feet, sliding the slower door open in one swift movement and entering the shower, soaking his clothes as he dropped to his knees, gripping your chin in his free hand as he pressed your lips to his.

“Mmm! Mph-“ You whined into his mouth, feeling his arm rapidly move back and forth between you, his heavy breathing giving away his antics.

You kept the shower head on your clit as the two of you made out. He kissed you like he had been wanting to do this for years, bulling his tongue into your mouth and groaning into your cavern, the two of you swallowing each others noises.

“Sugu- Suguru, fuck-“ you moaned his name needing in between kisses, feeling yourself get pushed to the edge for the second time.

He sucked your lip into his mouth before pulling away and gripping your wrist that was controlling the shower head. “Let me fuck you,” he begged against your lips, “Let me fuck you please.” You were astonished at how quickly he was switching gears. He was so dominant just seconds ago and now he was on his knees in front of you, begging you to let him put his dick inside you.

“I’ll make you cum so much harder than this fucking thing please, let me prove it,” he rushed, his hand still jerking quickly over his cock as he sucked his lip into his mouth.

“Okay, okay ye-“ you answer, soul leaving your body when he wrapped his arms around you, yanking the both of you to your feet, he pulled you up by the underside of your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist as he pinned you against the shower wall.

You were getting whiplash as how quickly this was progressing, you gasped in anticipation as his hand grabbed ahold of his cock underneath you, you gasped when you felt it rub against your entrance.

“You can’t take it, Look at me, you can take it.” He spoke, pressing his his forehead to yours and making you keep eyes contact with him, distracting you from the sheer size of his cock that looked like it threatened to split you in half.

The two of you stared at each other with bated breathe, waiting for geto to slip his cock into your hole. The two of you gasped in tandem when he slid inside, the slide eased by the water.

“Oh fuck,” The dark haired man rolled his eyes back in his head, “So fucking tight oh my-“ He cut himself off when he bottomed out, gasping against your mouth as you wined at the stretch.

You’ve never taken anything inside you even remotely close to the girth and length of Geto’s massive cock. You were glad you came once before and your walls were more pliant, otherwise you would’ve been actually worried that he might’ve split you in two.

“Holy fuck you’re so big-“ you praised, looking down between the two of you and seeing your cunt fully pressed against his abdomen. “S-should’ve stopped being a fucking pervert and g-grew the balls to come in here and f-fuck me week ago,” you giggled.

Geto had no idea why when you spoke down to him it made his cock twitch, his balls would clench and threaten to spill his seed without even moving. Even before he got inside you when he heard the name leave your lips he had to squeeze the base of his cock to prevent himself from cumming prematurely.

“I know, you’re right,” he agreed, before he started a rough pace with his hips, fucking meanly into your cunt.

You bounced forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your nails into his back as high pitch “ah! ah! ah’s” we’re fucked out of your lungs.

“This perv fucking you better than that shower head?” he asked, smiling into the crook of your neck as his cocky pistoned in and out of your hole, his fat tip fucking straight into your gspot.

“D-ont kno-w” your words came out choppy and high pitched thanks to his rough thrusts. “You don’t know?” He repeated, his lip jutting out in a frown as he bounced your body up and down his cock with ease. “Let’s find out then,” he added.

He gripped the sides of your body, pulling you up off his cock with ease and flipping your body around, so you were back to chest with him, just like in his fantasy.

He slipped his cock back inside you, making you whine, your legs shaking and trembling under your own weight, small hands reaching out to grip onto the shower door handle to keep yourself steady.

Geto reached over and grabbed the shower head, picking it up off the ground from the tube part and pulling it up into his hands, he quickly checked the pressure and temperature against his fingers before he wrapped one large arm against your tummy, pulling you back against his chest.

He maneuvered his other hand in front of you, teasing the spray of the water against your pelvis before he spoke, “Don’t pass out on me.”

Geto placed the stream of water against your clit before resuming his brutal pace inside your pussy once more. If it wasn’t for his strong grip against your stomach, you were sure your legs would’ve given out on you.

“Fffuuuuuck-“ You wined, eyes rolling back in your head at the intense pleasure. “Fuck- You’re so much tighter when your little clit gets some attention-“ he choked, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your pussy walls constricting around his cock.

He tipped his head back, jaw dropping as he tried not to lose his own balance, he understood now why you ended up on the floor.

“Not gonna last with your squeezing me this fucking tight.” he warned, his lips coming down to suckle against your neck as the both of you were spiraling closer and closer to your impending orgasms.

“Fuck it’s you- you shi-t,” you tried to tell him, making him grin against your neck, “You fuck me better ha-aaah!” you wined, your arms leaving the shower door to dig your nails into his arm that was wrapped around your torso.

“Yeah? Am I making you feel good?” He bated, needing to hear you praise him. “So ahhn! So good Sugu! So fucking good, love your cock-“ you got cut off by the first wave of your orgasm, catching you off gaurd suddenly.

“Yeahhh cum all over my fucking cock- good fucking girl-“ your roomate praised, his thrusts becoming sloppy as your walls fought to milk him for all he was worth,

“Gonna make me cum,” he warned, gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes back when you dug your nails into his arms harder than before.

Unbeknownst to him, he was fucking you straight into overstimulation, you had just come in inch from your life and the stream of water was still steadily massaging your clit, and his mushroom tip was absolutely abusing your gspot.

“Su-“ you tried to speak, to tell him to at least move the shower head but he was out of it himself. The man was fucking you with reckless abandon, humping his dick into your tight walls on instinct, moans freely falling from his lips, his heavy balls making loud vulgar slaps against your ass-

He pulled out just before he came, making him drop the shower head and simultaneously releasing his hold on you, making you drop to your knees.

You looked up at him just in time when he came, his large hand caressed your face while his other stroked him through his orgasm, abs and balls clenching alike while warm spurts of cum covered your pretty face.

“Thank you- Thank you-“ He choked out between the waves of his orgasm, his head was tilted back, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut at the intensity, you and never seen a more beautiful sight.

His legs were visibly shaking, fighting to keep himself standing as his fist squeezed out the remaining drops of his cum onto your face.

When he started to come down his next dropped to look at you, gasping, trying to catch his breath as he looked at the art he created on your beautiful face.

When the fuzziness started to fade out of his head he realized how uncomfortable he was, his slacks and button up shirt was half drenched, sticking to his skin uncomfortably from the water. His big hand came up to rub the back of his neck as he squatted in front of you, before bringing both hands down to your face using his large thumbs to rub his cum into your cheeks.

“I-“ He stopped himself, clearing his throat before leaving a soft peck on your lips, “Legs get you cleaned up,” he smiled, scooping you up and letting you wrap your limbs around him like a koala as he carried your wet bodies out of the shower.

[malavera]

Logan vs Red — Headcanon

gahh.. Let me write for him one more today

smut! MDNI. period sex.

this man in fearless in everything and i mean EVERYTHING meaning bondage, bdsm, you name it

and of course, he’s never going to let a tiny blood in that time of the month is going to stop him from getting inside your juicy warm cunt

you and logan were making out

you both had gotten into it, the heat is getting stronger, the kiss turned sloppy

Clothes were thrown until it comes down to your panties and that’s when you remembered that you’re on your period

“wait Lo! we can’t. i’m on my third day of period.” you breathlessly spoke, grabbing his wrist to stop him from tearing away your panties

he leaned his forehead against yours, as you both stare at each other, chest heaves up and down anticipating what could’ve comes next

“you think a little blood will scare me away peach?”

you gotta admit, it kind of scared you a little bit because this TURNS YOU ON so much

your big bad wolf is such a menace with you

he tears away your panties, his eyes never leaving yours

you gasp softly when you could the rough pad of his thumb, toying with your clit

“come on peach, you know better now no matter what the circumstances is, if i need to fuck it, i’m going to fuck it.” you moaned

can you imagine him moaning to your moans? the way he lift his head moaning softly but his eyes never leaving yours

he gave your pussy a good time with his thumb before he gently unplug the tampon that is the only thing that’s blocking him

when you thought he was going to just ram it in

you thought wrong

logan gave himself a good time to really play with your pussy, gliding up and down against those pussy lips, his middle finger teasing the tiny hole that was once filled with the tampon

you’re a little bit embarrassed because if you were sane, you’d find this disgusting but finding logan’s very comfortable with it, makes you fall harder for him

you let out a loud gasp when you feel him digging his index and middle finger inside your cunt

logan looks down with his eyebrows scrunched and his eyes shut together

“ooh, peach. you’re so warm in here.” while slowly thrusting his fingers in and out

the room filled with nothing but the sound of your pussy being fucked with his fingers and your sinful moans

“aaah.. Lo- fuck that feels”

“good yeah?” logan is looking at you now in awe

“you want some more peach? huh?”

he curls and uncurls his fingers inside you in fast speed, just how you like it and damn it felt so good you’d almost came right there

“Look at me when i’m making you feel this good, peach.”

you opened your eyes, your mouth hung open, those sinful and beautiful moans flowing out like a river

“yeah there she is?” he smirk “who’s making you feel this good huh? that’s right. me.” he grunts as he goes even more faster

you’re feeling it, you’re almost there

and he knows thats why he pulls them out, earning a loud gasp from you as your body jolted forward from the surprised movement

but logan is nowhere near letting you down

he replaced it with his thick and heavy cock ramming it inside your oozing juice pussy

his eyes fluttered shut once his cock is welcomed in your warm cunt

“aaah.. yes.. so fucking good, peach”

“you like it don’t you baby?”

“it’s even more hotter like this right baby? me fucking your cunt who’s oozing blood.”

“rrgghh.. fuck. fucking love this pussy.”

“let’s make a mess baby.”

…..

don’t look at me y’all. idk what came over me. 😶‍🌫️

[rinhaler]

Can you do something like a mutual Masturbation with uncle!Nanami that leads to us having sex because he's so needy like he just NEEDS and CRAVES to be inside us.

-Very Much embarrassed Anon 🫂

pls don't tell me I'm the uncle nanami blog 😭 not my intention but im always happy to serve 🍽️

warnings: 18+, coercion, age gap, faux/incest (not clarified), use of 'uncle nanamin', m + f masturbation, tit sucking, praise, vaginal sex, creampie, squirting!!, implied virgin!reader, pussy spanks.

words: 1k

“Gooood girl, just like that.” your uncle coos against your bare shoulder, looking down at where your thighs straddle his and your fingers play with your swollen, needy clit at his command. He grunts, quietly, as he jerks himself off to the sight. The scent of sex and want fills the room as do the sticky sounds of you touching yourselves and the agonising grunts of desperation knowing that this will have to be enough and it’s all that will ever be enough.

“L-Love y— I love you. Uncle Nanamin—!” you manage to stutter out. Passion consuming you as your clit throbs desperately to be allowed to cum. The loving praise from Nanami is more than enough to topple you over that greedy edge, but eager fingers keep toying and playing and aching as you want nothing more than to cum for him.

He carefully moves your arm so that you’re clinging onto his shoulder for balance. Your hips rock against his thigh, the muscles and ridges forcing you to beg for forgiveness as you climb closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Nanami won’t stop you, though, he loves you too much for that. He uses his free hand to guide your tit to his lips, suctioning around your hardened nipple as he continues to stroke his cock with ardour.

You cum, messily. Pussy gushing all over his leg and dripping down onto the floor below. He gasps, beguiled. Eyes filled with a hunger you’ve never seen before. He didn’t know you could do that. You didn’t know you could do that, either.

Maybe you just love him that much.

Your love for Uncle Nanamin is cascading from your cunt because you can’t keep it all in. Not when you so seldom get time alone with him like this. You’re always missing him when he’s away on business trips and when you do have time together your family is nearby. But now, it’s just you two. And you want to be perfect for him.

With a performance like that, though, he couldn’t see you as anything but a perfect angel.

“Did that feel good, sweetheart? You’re shaking… poor thing.” he mumbles with purpose against your skin. Each word surging to your throbbing bead and desperate to have more. You want to cum again. You look pathetic as your hand flies to your sex and your rubbing hurriedly again just so you can hear him say more sweet words to you and make you feel oh so special. “Stay right there.” he orders you, calmly, and it sounds more like a request.

You can barely put up a fight as he moves you carefully. Your legs no longer straddling his leg, just his waist and he takes it upon himself to distract you by sucking at your raised nipple once again.

“I’m sorry, princess, I shouldn’t be doing this…” he says quietly as he lines up his cockhead with your tight virgin slot, kissing your exposed skin again and again as he tries to ease himself in. “She’s made for me, yeah? Ohhhhh — fuck — you’re so tight. Such a good girl f’me…”

“Ah.. aaah—!” you moan and hiss ever so slightly as you feel his heavy shaft split open your untouched walls. You shouldn’t be doing this, he’s right. But you can’t possibly begin to care when your favourite uncle is giving you so much attention. So much love and so much of him.

He moves you like you’re nothing. Holding your sides and lifting you up and down slowly again and again as he alternates between kissing your skin and your supple tits. It gets easier. With each and every pummel of his tip against your soft, spongy spot it gets so much fucking easier. He covers your mouth as your moans become unruly.

“Sh… sh sh shhhh, princess… as pretty as you sound you can’t be too noisy, or you’ll get in so much trouble.” he reminds you. Tears spill from your eyes and run down his large, veiny hand. “Messy girl. Drooling and crying all over my hand, s’cute.” he grins.

You feel weightless as he uses you like you’re a doll. His perfect little doll made to take him in every sense of the word. You yelp against his suffocating palm when you feel his free hand come down and lightly spank your clit.

“What about her? Is she gonna be a messy girl for me?” he moans, feeling himself getting so close to spilling his seed inside of you. You shiver, his sloppy kisses leaving behind trails of spit that cool your body with every thrust. “I want to make a mess of you, sweetheart. Please… please let me.” he begs. You’ve never heard him like this. So desperate and needy and pleading for you to give him the answer he so craves.

“A-Anything—” you start, your head lolling back as you lose all composure. “Wan’ you to f-feel good, Uncle N-Nanamin!” you tell him.

With a few more desperate frenzied thrusts and delicate rubs of your sensitive core, you cum harder than you ever have before using your tiny fingers. He can’t help but admire the way you cream for him. Clear liquid shoots from your cunt and makes a mess of yourself, your uncle, and the bed beneath. And he can barely admire it, the sight being too much for him as he follows you into your high. You feel your insides turn warm as his cum fills your body.

His chest rises and falls dramatically as he fucks all he can into your cunt, but he can’t deny you as your face searches eagerly for his. You need to feel his lips on yours and he reciprocates instantly, wanting to assure you that you’re loved and he’s proud. You’re always such a perfect girl for him, his sweet angel.

He’s usually so coolheaded. Always in control and knows how to handle his wants and desires. But when it comes to you, he’s hopeless. How could he resist his cute little niece? Always so eager to please and keen to be with him. You’ve always been so affectionate and loving with him. So he had to have you.

And you have to give him anything he wants. Because you love your Uncle Nanamin.

© 2023 rinitxshi

[seungfl0wer]

*What Do You Need?*

Paring: Seungmin x Reader (fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Multiple Orgasms, Sub(ish) Seung, Overstimulation, Seung Tied Up, CreamPie, Unprotected Sex, Not Proof Read

Kink(s): Overstimulation + Milking

˚ ༘♡Master List (Here) for the 1K Event

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If anyone were to walk in on the scene painted so sinfully in your shared room they would probably faint. The sight of your handsome boyfriend tied down to the bed as you stroked his red cock. Between the sweat, cum and drool your bed was soaked.

The two of you had a bet and seungmin had lost. The last time you had sex he bet you couldn’t hold back from cumming until he fucked you. He overstimulated you to the point you were almost crying but you somehow someway didn’t cum until he was already losing himself inside of you. He was speechless honestly, and so were you. Since you won the bet you proposed you could milk his cock for all he got until he was begging for you to let him fuck you.

Seungmin was normally the more dominating one so he didn’t think you could really do this. He thought you’d be begging him to fuck you but have already made him cum twice now. His cock twitched as you kept touching it his body shaking from the overstimulation. Fuck he looked so hot like this.

His hair slicked to his face, the drool running down his cheek, the way he bucked his hips into your hand and the noises? God the noises he was making made you so soaked. “Y/n! Please- to much” he panted tongue hanging out of his mouth like the dog he was.

His voice was so whinny so desperate, you’ve never heard him like this but now it’s all you wanted to hear. Pouring more lube on your hand as you moved your hand up and down. Paying to much attention to his tip making him cry out “can’t- no- no more”

His body twitched so much under your touch, he moved his hands trying to feel them. “Awe to much pup? Go ahead and beg then. Maybe I’ll stop.” You chuckled a bit. His eyes rolled back as he was cumming once again “wow, 3 times? Gonna let me milk this cock all night?” You teased.

He shook his head “want- need you” his voice a bit horse. You wanted him just as much, needed to feel him ravage your walls to feel him stuff you full. Your brain however wanted to prove a point. He had to beg to fuck you only then would you give in.

“Poor little pup hmm? So fucked out already, I don’t think even if he begged he could still fuck me. To gone already to fuck me good enough” you smirked smacking his cock ever so slightly. “Y/n! Please- I can- I can still fuck you good! Please god fuck- please” his words slurred together his legs tensing under your touch.

You sighed needing him, needing anything at this point. You pulled down your panties, as you straddled him “you want to fuck me that badly?” You said trying to sound Stern. Your slick folds rubbed so nicely against his cock making him pull harshly at the restrains “need- y/n aaah” he sounds almost frustrated.

“What do you need puppy? Tell me” you said head falling back as your gridded against him. His cock becoming sloppy, it hitting your untouched nub so perfectly. “I need you- need inside of you- I’m going crazy please” he groaned out. His words made you chuckle a bit before you quickly slipped him inside you. Fully taking all of his length “fucking Christ y/n!” He almost screamed out at the feeling. His body twitched harshly somehow cumming for yet another time.

“Untie me” he said his voice horse making you smile before you looked down at him. He had that glint in his eye. Shit. You were in for it. “Y/n if you don’t untie me right now” he almost growled out but you were feeling daring “and if I don’t? What then? You’re tied up you can’t do anything.” You stared down at him watching his eye almost twitch at your words. You smirked thinking you had won as you used his cock moving faster on him.

You closed your eyes head back as you road him, the sounds of how sloppy it was filled the room. His cum becoming lube as you moved yourself. Up down, up down cock disappearing and reappearing from your drenched cunt. After a few minutes you felt a pair of hands around you gripping you tightly. Your eyes went wide looking down to see Seungmin had freed himself. That look in his eyes making your walls clench around him.

He picked you up almost slamming you onto the bed as he started to pound into you. His thrusts were sloppy, his legs shook from the overstimulation. He leaned down to you kissing you hungrily as he swallowed your moans, devouring your mouth. His now free hands exploring your body, finally touching your neglected nub. “It’s your turn you’re gonna cum with me got it?” He said against your lips.

He pressed his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your body. You couldn’t get any closer even if you tried. He pounded into you hitting all your spots wanting to drive your high closer. His digest rubbing your clit so perfectly. Your legs trembled under him wrapping around his waist “cum y/n cum on my cock- fuck- cum-I’m cumming!”

Seungmin came deep into your cunt as he pulled your high from you. Riding them both out body’s gripping onto each other for dear life. Like one of you’d float away if you even dared to losing it.

“You ok puppy?” You asked pulling away to look up at him. He shook his head a bit “as much as I want to give it right back to you. To make you cum over and over right now just to stick it to you. My body can’t take it. I need to shower.” He rambled feeling his body still shaking.

“That’s alright handsome, let’s go shower hmm? I’ll wash your hair for you” you said kissing his noise. The offer making him happy “let’s hope my jelly legs can walk” he chuckled.

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[jenna0rtega27]

I was thinking of G!p Jenna Ortega x female reader, where they think they are home alone and while having sex Jennas mom walks in on them. After they are done Jenna and reader awkwardly go down to the kitchen and Jennas mom says she hopes they used protection. Jenna goes red, looks down and her mom starts yelling about having kids and all. Thanks

Never to be done again Part 1

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Thank you for asking 18+ Jenna Ortega x F!reader Summary: Request Warning: Jenna g!p, some smut at the beginning, Unprotected sex (Thank you so much for your requests and your likes. It really motivates me to continue sharing lots of stories about our Jenna with you. I love you guys).Number of words : 1441

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Part 2

Pov Jenna: “~Aaah yes~ keep it up baby. » I'm at my mother's house and my mother went to pick up Aliyah from a friend's house. And they go shopping. And the rest of my siblings aren't home. So me and my beautiful girlfriend are enjoying the peace and quiet at home.

Y/n is lying on the bed with her head on the cushions and I am on top of her. My arms are placed on the bed at both ends of Y/n's head to support myself.

I thrust into her making her moan. My favorite sound since I became a couple with this wonderful person. Y/n has her arms wrapped around my neck and pulls me closer to her. She kisses me. My tongue asks for access into her mouth and she accepts. Our tongues move in circles and I press our lips back together. I keep sinking into my lip.

We've been fucking for 30 minutes now. We managed to do 3 laps. And honestly it's weird that my mom takes so much time. But no one is going to complain about it.

Now it’s Y/n on top of me and I’m lying on the bed. Y/n sits on my thighs facing me and jumps on my cock. I put my hands on his thighs to help him move. I moaned at the sight of my penis moving in and out of her dripping pussy.

“You look so good in…”

“Jenna…” My mother comes into my room. I open my eyes wide like Y/n who immediately stops jumping on me.

“JENNA MARIE ORTEGA!” How many times have I told you not to make love in my house! »

My mother yells at me. Luckily, my bed is in front of the door, so my mom can't see my girlfriend's tits since her back is to her.

“And how many times have I told you to knock before entering my room! Now get out of my room. Let's get dressed! » I shout back.

“Fine but you better not do that again.” » said my mother, pointing at us.

My dear mother comes out of my room and closes the door. My girlfriend gets off of me and starts to get dressed and I do as she does. His silence makes me really anxious. I hope my mother didn't ruin our relationship.

“I’m really sorry about my mother. I swear I didn't know she was back. » I say as guilt invades my whole body.

Y/n looks at me and a smile appears on her face that makes me sigh in relief at not seeing her angry. She steps forward and takes my face in her hands.

“Baby, it’s no big deal. I knew this was going to happen to us one day or another. We make love all the time when we're at your parents' house. Plus I find it funny. » Y/n says as a laugh leaves her lips. I laugh with her.

" I love you my dear. I said lovingly as I wrapped my arms around his neck and scratched his head with my nails.

" I love you too. » Y/n replies with a lot of love too and wrapping her arms around my waist. I stand on tiptoes and place my lips on his. The kiss quickly becomes passionate.

“Jenna Ortega the conversation is not over, leave this room immediately. And Y/n you’re coming too! » said my mother from behind my bedroom door.

I stop the kiss and pull away from Y/n.

"Come on, let's go face the angry monster." » I say laughing at my choice of words. But Y/n doesn’t laugh. She is terrified and I can tell you that I am too. I can tell you that getting caught by your mother having sex with your girlfriend is the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. And I will remember it for the rest of my life.

We leave the bedroom and go down to the kitchen. I immediately look down when I enter the kitchen and look straight down when my mother looks at us with narrowed eyes. I know when her eyes are narrowed like that, she's angry.

I sit at the kitchen table in front of my mother. Y/n goes to sit next to me but my mother points to the chair at the end of the table without breaking the eye contact she tries to make with me but I keep my eyes looking down. Y/n does as my mother says and sits down.

“Is this the first time you’ve made love in my house?” » Natalie asks, clasping her hands together. I hold back laughter because my mother thinks she's a superb interrogator.

I shake my head and look up to pinch my nose.

“Jenna, Y/n do you realize that, DJ, Cash could have walked into your room and been traumatized. Even worse, what if one of the boys brought Mya? »

“We’re sorry, mom. But we were really careful. We waited until everyone was asleep or no one was home. »

“Yes, we’re really sorry, Natalie. It wouldn't happen again. »

I know Y/n is terrified. And I would have liked to be close to her to comfort her.

“I forgive you, but no more sex in my house understood? » My mother said, pointing at us both.

" Yes mom. » “Yes Natalie. » We both answered.

" GOOD. » My mother gets up but sits back down and looks at me.

“Did you use condoms?” » my mother asks me as she looks at me intently.

Fuck! I completely forgot the condom! We don't take condoms since Y/n is on the pill. So we never take it during our sexual relations.

Y/n and I look down in shame and I hear my mother let out a breath.

“Jenna!” Do you know what happens when someone who has a penis can do after unprotected sex!? »

I make a disgusted face as Y/n sinks back into her chair.

“But of course yes, mom, I know what it does! And Y/n takes the pill! » I then say that all I want is for this conversation to end as quickly as possible.

“But that’s not enough Jenna! Y/n could get pregnant even if she takes the pill! Should I give you a lesson on sexuality and the use of condoms? » My mother said, looking at us both.

" Mom! No! No way! » I respond quickly as I stand up. “Come on baby let’s go.” » I take Y/n's hand and she stands up.

" No no no. As a consequence of having made love in my house and without a condom, you are going to pick up Aliyah from her friend's house. »

“But weren’t you already going to get her? " I ask. And it’s only now that I’ve never seen my little sister.

“No, she was staying later after all. » My mother tells me and I start to panic. I look at Y/n with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry. I didn't hear anything so I went running. And I’m really happy I went for a run because my ears wouldn’t have liked it.” My mother says and I roll my eyes.

“Okay, I’ll go. Come on Y/n let's go. » I say before my mother intervenes.

“No, Y/n stay here. I am going to start my sexuality and condom use class. » Natalie said, taking my girlfriend's arm and leading her towards her. Y/n is as red as a tomato.

" But… "

“Don’t worry my dear, you will have time to attend my class too if you hurry. » My mother says to me without letting go of Y/n's arm and looks at me with a smirk because she knows that she always wins at this game.

I roll my eyes and look at Y/n. And she looks at me. I know she's telling me to help her. But my mother will never let her.

" Sorry. » I say on the lips. Y/n gives a smile that doesn’t meet her eyes. I know she is ashamed and would probably like to step aside.

I leave the house and head to my car. I look behind me and see Natalie waving goodbye to me and still with that shitty smirk on her face. Y/n is still as red as a tomato at the thought of my mother lecturing her on sexuality. I breathe and get in my car towards Aliyah's friend.

At least we will have learned our lesson. We will never make love in my mother's house again.

[chososchalupa]

hii i just finished your fic about megumi and yujis sister and i LOVED ITTT!! could you maybe write hate sex with them? 👀 i love the dynamic sm thank u ily

aaah thank you so much ilyt <33 I have literally never written smut before so if this is awful, I am so so sorry but hope you enjoy!

Love to hate you / Megumi Fushiguro

MDNI 18+

warnings,, Aged up! Megumi x F! Reader, degrading, name calling, slapping, drunk sex, this might be really bad so im so sorry lol

Word count - 1.1k

The ride back to Megumi’s dorm felt like it was lasting forever, your body feeling extremely hot as your mind replayed the kiss you and Megumi had shared at the party. You let out a soft sigh and looked down at your lap, where Megumi’s hand was laying on your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing slow circles dangerously close to the center of your legs.

You looked up at him as the car pulled into the parking lot, he gave a small smile before thanking the driver and getting out of the vehicle, quickly dragging you after him. The walk to his room was silent, the only sound being the hurried footsteps of the two of you.

As soon as you entered the room, your body was slammed against the door. Megumi's face only centimeters away from yours as he tilted your head up to look at him,

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, glancing down at your lips

You nodded and opened your mouth to answer but before you could speak, Megumi had crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was rough, the taste of liquor still lingering on his lips as he moved his hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt. His lips left yours as he lifted your shirt over your head revealing your bare chest.

He smiled darkly before dipping his head down to your neck, “Of course a slut like you would go braless to a party”, he whispered as he licked up your neck. You let out soft whimpers as he continued kissing and biting at your soft skin.

“More, Megumi. Please”

You could feel his smile against your neck as he bit down, littering your skin with dark purple marks before pulling away.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees for me” he whispered.

As you lowered yourself to the floor, Megumi grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your head back to look up at him, “I’m not going to touch you until you make me cum, so I hope you're good for this”

You nodded as you unbuttoned and lowered his pants, exposing his length to you. ‘Everything about him is so pretty’ you thought as you wrapped your hand around him, precum leaking onto your fingers. You began giving soft licks to the tip, slowly wrapping your mouth around him as you took more and more in until he was hitting the back of your throat.

Megumi continued letting out soft moans as you bobbed your head up and down.

“You really are a slut. Sucking my dick so fucking good” he spoke as his hand pulled onto your hair, causing you to moan against him.

The heat between your legs was almost unbearable as you moved your free hand to the center of your legs, rubbing slow circles on your clit. The added stimulation caused you to softly moan around Megumi.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He asked, pulling your head back, His dark eyes meeting yours, “You can never just do what I ask, huh?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but were quickly cut off by a strong slap across your face. Tears flooded your eyes as your hand moved to your cheek,

“I’m sorry” you whispered

Megumi chuckled at your response, “Show me how sorry you are”, he said before thrusting his dick back into your mouth.

You let Megumi continue to thrust into your mouth as you clenched your thighs together, your own wetness slowly dripping down onto the floor beneath you.

Megumi's thrusts got sloppier and sloppier as he got closer to his release, tightening his grip on your hair as the warm liquid filled your mouth. You moaned around his length as you swallowed around him. He pulled out of your mouth and smiled down at you, “Good girl, you took me so well”. A dark blush covered your cheeks as he lifted you from your knees and laid you on the bed.

He leaned over you and connected your lips together in a slow kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. A string of salvia connected the two of you as he pulled away before kissing down your body and ending up at your thighs. He kissed and nibbled at your sensitive skin causing you to whine as you arched your back,

“So desperate for me, aren't you?” he laughed

You moaned softly, “Please, Megumi” He completely pulled away and stared into your eyes, “Beg”

You shook your head, causing him to smile even bigger.

“You're not cumming until you beg for me”

The embarrassment flooded your body as you blinked away tears, “Please, Megumi. I need you so bad”

“More. Tell me how much of a slut you are for me”

You finally let the tears fall down your cheeks as you glared up at him, “I am a slut for you, Megumi. I want you to make me cum, please”

He seemed to be satisfied with your begging as he smiled and dipped his head between your legs, mouth latching onto your clit as he sucked softly.

With one hand pressing on your lower stomach, he moved the other to your dripping core. He pressed two fingers in at once, causing you to moan loudly and arch your back. The stimulation was beginning to get too much as you felt your orgasm building, your fingers finding your way to his black hair, pulling every time he plunged his fingers in and out.

“Megumi, I’m going to cu-”

Megumi lifted his head up with a smirk on his lips, “Not yet, pretty girl”

He carefully moved up your body as he lined himself up with your entrance, “Ready?”

Before you could respond, Megumi had pushed himself deep into you, his balls slapping your ass as he thrusted in and out. The sensation was unbearable with how sensitive you were feeling, your nails digging deep into Megumi’s back as he pounded into you.

“Harder, Megumi. Please” you moaned

He listened to your request as he slammed his dick relentlessly back into you. “You take me so well”, he moaned.

You could feel yourself tightening up again as you got closer to your release, “I’m close” you stuttered.

Megumi's hand reached down, circling your clit as he leaned down to your ear, “Then cum” he whispered, biting down softly. You moaned loudly as you squirted, covering yourself and him in your release. He looked at where the two of you were connected, your cum dripping off his lower stomach and onto his bed. He glanced back up to your eyes before connecting your lips as he thrusted one last time into you, covering your insides in white.

Once you both got your breathing under control, he slowly pulled out of you. Watching as his cum slowly dripped out of your aching core, “I still hate you” he said, as his fingers slipped down, pushing his cum back inside you. You moaned softly at his actions before opening your eyes and looking up towards him, “I hate you too”

[radio-writes]

I'll go with:

"You win"

"Why should I stay?"

"And what will you do? Run from me?"

It Seems the Devil and I Walked Hand in Hand

300 Followers Event

Warnings: Forced cannibalism, gore, murder, stockholm syndrome

Tags: Alastor x reader, GN reader, yandare, reader goes insane, dead dove do not eat

MDNI

A humid breeze blew through your hair, the putrid stench of Hell carried with it. Somewhere in the distance, something—whatever it may be this time—exploded, prompting usual screams of terror.

But your heart fluttered, eyes fixated on your friend next to you. You sat side by side with them, on a random hilltop the two of you stumbled upon. It was quiet, but barely out of the chaos of the main pentagram. 

"What? What is it?" They laughed as they finally called you out on your staring.

You almost swooned as their warm brown eyes met yours. "You just have the prettiest set of eyes in all of Hell, that's all."

You had been so proud of that. So happy about how smooth you were at the delivery. Giddy about the blush that crept onto your friend's face.

The same warm brown eyes—Hell's prettiest, as Alastor so kindly reminded you—stared back at you now. 

Unseeing.

Without its owner's head anywhere near.

On a plate placed before you.

Your blood felt like ice as you hung your head low. Unable to think. Unable to feel. Unable to breathe, maybe, you weren't really sure anymore.

"Afraid I might have gotten carried away, dear. I was absolutely starving since you stood me up on our lunch meeting." Alastor's tone was as bright and cheerful as it always was—you could almost argue that it was even happier now. "Of course, I did save you their eyes. I knew how much you just loved them."

He continued on, sighing and swooning about this and that. How it had been a while since he had such a satisfying meal. How it was all thanks to you for leading him to it. How he can't wait to meet more of your friends—if you ever managed to make any after the show he put on for you.

But you sat still, mind unable to comprehend what actually sat in front of you. Alastor might as well have been talking from three rooms away for all you heard from him. His voice almost sounding like it came from underwater, barely able to pierce through the fog in your head.

It was only when the demon who sat across from you stabbed a fork through an eyeball on your plate, did your senses come back. Like a flipped switch, you could hear well again, in time to hear the disgusting squish of the organ, blood and fluids spilling as it was stabbed.

"Don't let it go cold now, my dear. I went through so much trouble to get them intact and still warm for you." Alastor smiled as he sat across you.

One of his elbows rested on the table, hand cradling his cheek as you met his gaze. The gleeful, cold red eyes sickened you much more than the gore he held up. He raised the fork to you. Your friend's eye at the end of it. "Say Aaah~"

You pressed your lips together. Whether to resist the cruel torture, or to keep the bile from coming out, you were unsure. 

Like a stubborn child, you shook your head, arms pushing against the table to get up from your seat. Alastor was behind you in seconds, dissolving and rematerializing through shadows faster than you could blink.

"Nuh uh, dearest. We don't waste good food in this Hotel. What would the papers say if they find out we throw away such scarce resource?" He pressed his body against the back of your chair, securing you back at the table with an easy push.

He leaned over your shoulder, long arms reached around you. You stared as his clawed hands planted themselves on the table in front of you, caging you in, framing that horrid plate.

You felt his breath by your ear, that horribly familiar static prickled your skin, before you heard him speak. "You know, I'm starting to think you like how your friends taste."

You swallowed against your dry throat, eyes wide. Every breath you took was shallow as you tried to shake your head only to be met with a mocking laugh.

"No? Come now, why lie, my dear? It's only us here." Alastor leaned closer over you. The heat of his body inescapable. "This is the third friend this month. Even a child would have learned by now." 

"I'm all you need, darling. Everyone else is just cattle." His voice distorted as he spoke, a threat, a promise, you knew from experience that he'd deliver on.

Faintly you could feel the weight of metal around your neck. It wasn't physically there, no. After all, it's been a while since you've given him a reason to summon that chain. But it never really ever felt absent, specially at times like this.

You sighed in resignation, and braced yourself for that familiar horrible taste. Your hands clenched into fists on your lap—a sight that delighted the demon behind you.

"You win." You said softly. Numbly, you parted your lips, mind wandering away as you let Alastor slide the fork into your slack mouth. You ignored what it was you were chewing, letting your body function through the motions as you fought to keep your thoughts else were. 

You felt a large hand pat your head, bringing you back to the present in time to hear Alastor's praise. "What a good pet you make, my dear."

The plate before you was empty now, Alastor's looming figure having retreated away from your shaking one, back in his seat in front of you.

The horrible rotten taste still lingered in your mouth, but you didn't bother to ask for something to wash it away. You simply stood up, ready to run to your room and force yourself to throw up—again.

"Hm? Running from me now, are we?" Alastor's brows raised as he watched you. "Not that you can, I own you, after all." 

You suspected his words were less of a reminder for you, and more on just him loving to say them.

"And why should I stay?" Your words seemed argumentative, but your tone and the hunch of your shoulders were anything but. "I've already finished my punishment."

"I would say it was more of a treat, really. You have no idea how much I wanted to eat those." He laughed, not really minding that you just stared back blankly at him.

"Besides, you've yet to pay me back for leaving me waiting at Rosie's. So come, sit." An invitation to most, an order to you.

So sat you did. You ignored the smudges of blood on the plate still in front of you. You ignored the bitter taste the that lingered in your mouth. You ignored the growing numbness spreading from your chest to the rest of your limbs.

You ignored yourself.

Mindlessly, you nodded along to whatever gossip Alastor had, almost immediately, began sharing with you.

Alastor's hold on you had tightened in the past few months. Not only had he pulled you away from the people at the hotel—you were apparently terribly ill, contagious, but fine under his care—but he had also confiscated your phone and TV.

The window in your room was also simply magicked away. He didn't want you getting any funny ideas of leaving him again, after all.

At first you were fine with it. You had a few books in your room, anyway. But after the first two weeks, you've already finished most of them.

Still, they kept you entertained for a little longer after that; you didn't really mind rereading them—for the fourth time, you think.

But then you had that fight with Alastor. You had asked for your phone back, desperate to know what was going on outside your room. Desperate to listen to your music. Desperate to hear another voice aside from your own.

Alastor merely waved off your concern. He let you keep his radio after all. You could simply listen to him. He talked about current events, and played music, and broadcasted all sorts of screams voices. You didn't need anything else.

He didn't quite take it nicely when you had spat that it wasn't enough.

In the fray that followed, your books were lost. Torn to shreds in seconds.

But no matter, you had thought. You still had some paper, a pencil, some paint. While you weren't the best artist around, you doodled the hours away, anyway. Coloring, sketching, filling out every plain, empty gap on the papers you had.

You were quickly running out of material, though. You'd repeatedly ask Alastor to get you more paper, another pencil, even an eraser, every time he came by. But all he kept saying was that he forgot to fetch some, and that he will surely do so next time.

You were always disappointed, but knew better than to start another fight. You didn't want to risk destroying what little paint you had left, after all.

You had began to doodle on your walls. Counting the little details on the wallpaper, even each and crack along your way. You had drawn everything you ever knew existed; from characters you used to liked when you were alive to a freaking sock on the floor. 

The friends he made you eat.

Hastily covered with a drawing of a deer.

By his next visit, Alastor was appalled by the state of your room. He didn't quite appreciate your vandalism. He promptly snapped his fingers and the walls were replaced. Your drawings gone, the wallpaper gone, even the cracks were gone. It was now just a smooth red surface. 

He had taken away the paint, not that there was much left at that point. You thought it was fair anyway, considering you did draw on the walls like an irresponsible child.

You tried cleaning too, just to keep your mind going, your body moving. But no, no, no. Alastor couldn't have his dear friend, and a valued hotel guest, doing such menial labor. 

He easily cleaned the room for you, not a speck of dust left. Barely any furniture left too—he had found them tacky, apparently.

At that point all you had to look forward to were Alastor's visits. Constant, they were. He insisted he brought you your food personally, of course.

You had been suspicious about what he was feeding you, even once outright questioning what you were eating.

He had laughed. "Unless you made any new friends from this room, I can assure you, you aren't eating any sinners, my dear."

You weren't sure how much his assurance was worth, but food was one of the only two things you actually had here. You didn't feel like giving that up, too.

You hated him. Hated him for keeping you here. Hated him for ignoring all your pleas to be let out.

You hated him, but still found yourself jumping from your bed as soon as you heard the door handle rattle. 

You hated him, but him coming to visit meant you had something to do.

The radio by your bed, and Alastor's frequent visits were all you had left.

The isolation was driving you insane, broken only whenever Alastor wanted to.

Alastor was driving you insane, but without him you were completely isolated.

Your sanity felt like a candle burning at both ends, melting far too fast for you to keep it together. You didn't know anymore which torture you preferred. Alastor's presence or absence?

At least, that was a few weeks back.

Because it wasn't like you needed to choose now.

Your food had been appearing on your side table every meal time, instead of coming in carried by the familiar demon.

The radio beside you had been silent for a long while now. Not one terrified scream, not one jazzy tune, not even empty static. 

And of course, Alastor himself hadn't come in to see you in weeks.

You think it's been weeks, at least. He took the clock with him last time he cleaned.

No, there was no need to pick your poison anymore. Alastor had chosen for you.

At first, you had been bitter. How dare he ignore you—or did he forget about you? God, no, he wouldn't. Right? —how dare he not even check in to see if you were even still alive.

How dare he not visit.

And then, you were worried. It was one thing for him not to pop in on you, another thing entirely to miss his shows. He'd never miss an opportunity to broadcast fear over Pride Ring, but your radio had been quiet this whole time. What was keeping him, then? Was he hurt? Was he okay?

Then, and you think it was the worst of them all, you started to miss him. From the moment you woke from restless slumber, your eyes fixated on the door handle, begging it to turn. Your chest ached, praying to hear his silly staticy voice again, even if it was just senseless gossip.

You felt like screaming, begging, pounding on the door for him to visit you. But you knew he wouldn't like that. No, if the others in the hotel found out, Alastor would likely never visit you ever again. 

So you kept to your bed. Your days spent glaring down at the door in desperation, switching only to the radio to do the same, for hours on end. Every little shift you made, the sheets moving under you, felt so deafeningly loud in the empty room.

It was almost maddening.

"My dear, I have a task for you." Alastor's cheery voice spoke up by your ear.

Your eyes snapped open, greeted by the sight of the demon leaning over your head.

"Nothing too difficult, just a little grocery shopping." He continued on as if he hadn't left you to rot.

You didn't care, nor did you register what his words meant. No, the first thing your body jumped to, your mind went to, was that Alastor was here.

"Al!" The glee in your voice unrestricted as you pushed your sheets away and threw your arms around him. The relief, the absolute refreshment, of feeling another warm body against you again was almost heavenly.

A soft hand patted at your shoulder as he awkwardly stayed there. "Well, good morning to you too, sweetheart." He laughed.

You sat up, eyes wide as you leaned away and took him in. Unmistakably, a very welcomed sight.

He told you about the chore he needed done, truly very simple. Just a literal grocery list. But you held onto every word, every charming staticy syllable falling from his lips as if he was preaching your religion. 

You were determined to memorize it all, not just to complete the task but to simply engrave his voice in your head.

You were so thankful to finally hear something other than your creaky bed. To finally be having a conversation again. To feel human.

It hadn't even click for you that you will finally be heading out.

You were quick in getting the task done, determined to get back to Alastor as fast as you could.

You hadn't notice how your skin thawed in the outside heat compared to the icy room you've been locked in. You hadn't paid mind to everyone's greetings around you. You didn't care for all the flashing lights, and tasty smells, and loud music and laughter and screams around you as finished you little assignment.

You wanted to get things done so you could be by the familiar demon again. His presence almost felt like a drug you've been deprived off for so long, that it physically irked you to be away.

And that's how it was from then on.

You were given a new room at the hotel. Alastor had replaced all the books he destroyed because he just felt so guilty. He had also finally remembered to buy you all those papers and art supplies you asked him to get you. And he had even returned your phone and television to you.

Not that you cared for any of those. You've spent most of your time in Alastor's room anyway, unable to stand a second without hearing his voice. 

You'd cling onto every word he'd say, attentive, obsessed.

Your eye would twitch every time he'd mention someone, anyone. Part of you irritated that he had spent time with someone else other than you. Even more so that he cared enough to remember their name. To say their name.

Soon you not only clung onto his words, but onto him as well. Unable to stand that others spent time with him when you could not. You'd miss meals, miss sleep, drop whatever you were doing to follow him wherever he went. To stay by Alastor's side. 

When he forbade you from doing so, you would follow in secret, or have your own little ways to spy on him. To know what he was doing.

The few times you were away from your owner's side, you could be found standing over a dead sinner. Maybe someone who touched him, maybe someone he mentioned, maybe someone who simply glanced at him for far too long for your liking. Regardless, they were all equally deserving of death in your eyes. How dare they.

Alastor knew of these, of course. And while he was quickly growing suffocated by your constant overbearing presence, he hadn't really bothered to say much.

He still preferred this—this grotesque reflection of his own affections for you—over your defiant little attitude before.

His last straw, however, was now. When you stood over yet another sinner. The light gone from their eyes as you still, repeatedly, shot at their corpse.

The green chain appeared in his clenched fist for the first time in a long while. The collar snapped shut around your neck, but you hadn't even noticed until he gave it a harsh yank.

You were pulled to the side, stumbling over the body by your feet. You looked up, confused, to see Alastor snarling down at you.

"I needed him alive, dear." He said, his annoyance barely kept under control.

"He touched you." You merely replied, as if it was the worst offense, worst sin, in Hell.

"Because we were making a deal, you stupid pest!" Alastor hissed through his teeth, but you merely blinked at him as if you didn't see his point still.

You stood up straighter, keeping your eyes on him. Always on him.

He was so beautiful, so perfect. Everything you needed.

Why had you ever wanted to find anyone more?

"But he still held your hand."

"I'll touch who I want to touch. Do not forget who holds the leash here." His eyes narrowed, chain pulling taught between you.

You smiled at him, loving the way his voice sounded when he was getting angry. It rarely happened now considering how good you were for him, but oh, did it sound like music to you.

Your hands lifted to softly run your hands through the chain by your neck. "You do, of course. I don't question that."

"I need you, Al." You added, soft, almost loving expression on your face as your adored his furious red eyes. "And while I can't force you to stay with me, alone. I can simply just get rid of everyone else. I can be your only one, if I'm the only one left."

"So you've finally flew off the handle, dearest?" His question seemed genuine, not at all in jest.

But you laughed anyway, as if it was the funniest thing ever. "And what if I have?" You grinned at him. "What will you do? Run from me?"

Your fingers gripped the chain suddenly, yanking yourself forward, closer to him. You feel his pull against the chain as well, not to bring you close but simply to keep hold of it. To keep hold of his control over you.

Your eyes lowered, admiring him from up close now. The flicker of uncertainty in his eyes was new, and you couldn't wait to see more new things from him now that you're so devastatingly devoted to him.

"You own me, remember? I'm here forever."

[sordidmusings]

Thirsty Thursday with Pissed Off Buggy

A/N: Since I've felt like the Buggy I've been writing has been leaning more consistently towards sub, I wanted to spend some time with dom Buggy. Gotta get the best of both worlds! I'll eventually spend time writing him as a softer dom but my brain said "no make him fuckin ruthless" so this happened lol should work for either anime or live action

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: afab!reader, NSFW like a lot, has like lightly angsty peripheral plot (a misunderstanding has Buggy in a jealous rage), pretty strong degradation, overstimulation, p in v, rough treatment, he technically steps on you, creampie, dub-con if you squint? (boundaries neared but none crossed), slight dumbification, holy shit that sounds like a lot written out like that 🧍🏻‍♀️

Well, soups on! Enjoy the meal lol

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“Can’t!” you gasped out, “Too -aaah- much, ‘s too much.”

“Too damn bad. Now shut the fuck up,” Buggy snarled from behind you, where he kept his fast and forceful thrusts going. Each impact seemed to rattle through your whole body, and there was no reprieve from his thick dick splitting you open, even though he pulled far enough back for only his head to stay in you each time. He’s been at this for awhile now, the friction long since turned from sparks on kindling to rabid flames burning through all of your senses. The heart of the blaze was still strongly centered in your endlessly clenching cunt and swollen clit, kept alive by the rub of his cock and the slap of his balls on every thrust in.

“B-but Buggyyyy,” you whined, long and pathetic, struggling to get the words out after yet another orgasm wrung out your body. You couldn’t focus enough to keep from drooling on the desk below you, let alone find the words to placate him.

“I said,” he hissed, gloved fingers of a detached hand digging into your cheeks and jaw, “shut. UP.”

Those fingers dragged painfully across your skin before shoving their way into your mouth. You gagged hard when they pressed on the back of your tongue, but it only rewarded Buggy with your body bucking frantically against him. Your movements couldn’t get you very far, not with the way one of his detached, booted feet stepped down between your shoulder blades, pinning your chest so hard that you couldn’t fully inhale.

“Muuuuch better,” he taunted snidely. “That mouth is better full don’t you think? Keeps your dumb whore lips from seducing other men.” 

You cried around his fingers at the accusation, needing him to know it wasn’t true. In his bid to grasp and control every part of you he could, he’s taken from you any way that you could reassure him.

Everything was so fuzzy and blended together. The onslaught of pleasure from his pounding hips and crushing hold, the lack of oxygen making your body tingle and mind fray, and the raging emotions of hurt and want storming together through you. You clung desperately to the fabric of your mind to endure it while the gales gripped you and tugged in every direction.

Buggy’s mind was already lost. He had let it go the moment he'd seen you trail a hand up that man’s chest and lead it behind his head to play with his baby hairs. Buggy knew what every detail of that felt like, how good it felt, and he was ready to start ripping everything around him apart because only he was allowed to feel that. Only him.

Now he is only instinct and impulse and all of it is bent on owning every piece of you. He’s split apart, pushing, shoving, grasping, and pinning every inch of you to keep you to himself. His whole being was insistent against you but nothing more so than his thick cock, which had bullied you into overstimulation for what felt like hours. Untethered from both feet, Buggy was free to use any angle or force that he wanted. Your body tried its best to take and process what he was doing to you, but it had quickly given up, leaving you limp and drooling under him. Seeing your full submission to him had a bolt of lightning shred through him. This is what he needs. He needs you to fold to the fact that you’re his - his to know and touch and fuck and own. Buggy needed to possess you and he needed to hoard your affection the most. You gave it to him and the thought that you might take it back had him violent in the need to defend his position with you.

After holding out through your endless milking of his cock, Buggy was starting to lose the battle to keep fucking you for eternity. He tried to hide it but he was trembling under the pressure of his oncoming orgasm. His thighs shook through every slam into you, his fingers in your hair and on your tongue were jerking in their grip, and his cock and balls throbbed so hard that he was sure you’d be able to feel it on your skin if you weren’t fucked so dumb.

“If I fuck you full will that keep you happy, little slut?” He sneered. You moaned loud around his fingers, sucking and swallowing for him. “That was it huh? My cocksleeve wasn’t getting enough use, so it was stupid enough to think SOMEONE ELSE could fuck it.” The way he broke into a yell was slightly terrifying but you couldn't deny that it had you gripping him like a vice. The delicious feeling had him fall onto his elbows above you.

“Fuck -hah- you’re so fucking stupid,” Buggy barked. His rage was palpable but you knew him well enough to hear the traces of hurt underneath. 

His foot had moved from your back to press the side of your head down so that he could take its place. He kept switching between mean bites and sucking marks and pressing his forehead hard into your spine, smearing the remnants of his makeup on you. Despite the rough behavior, there was some comfort in having more of his touch blazing over you. 

His hips finally began to falter.

“Gonna fuck you full of me and never leave you empty -shit- you’re gonna have to walk everywhere with my cock plugged in you now.” With each phrase, Buggy was panting more, lost in the idea of never leaving your pussy. “Any time you so much as look at anyone else I’ll press so deep in you it hurts,” he promised darkly. “I don’t care who the fuck is around, I’ll fuck you ‘til you’re screaming and crying for me, understand?”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth for you to sob out a “yes” before shoving them right back in.

��Good whore, good -hunnngh- good fucking whore,” Buggy groaned, punching each word into you with a strong clap of his hips on your ass. His arms slid to wrap around you without him telling them to and he knew he was done for. He growls out, “You better cum as a thank you, slut” before he bit into the meat of your shoulder hard. 

You had absolutely no power or will to disobey him. Even with how swollen and sore you were, the orgasm was blissful and warm and everything you wanted. It peaked over all the others he’d forced from you tonight due to the strong grinds of his flicking cock into you. They turned the near painful abuse of your cervix into a delicious rub that kept your clit throbbing and your hips twitching and jerking. Your eyes had long since rolled back and you were screaming loud enough for it to escape the room, even with your stuffed mouth. You were so lost in your own bliss that you hardly registered the death grip Buggy had on you or the way he kept groaning deeply into your shoulder.

Buggy’s teeth let you go and his hand finally left your mouth for good, letting you gasp in air that had your overworked body prickling with static. Though enough time passed for him to finish wiping all the tears off your face, Buggy stayed hidden in the nape of your neck.

The moment you had enough oxygen in you, you pant out, “Don't want him. Was just info- getting info. Only want you.” He held you a touch tighter. “Promise, promise.”

Still too raw and unsure to say anything, Buggy responded by placing a kiss to the angry impression his teeth had left on you. It was a start.

[ryuichirou]

Who would bathe with their lover and who wouldn’t? If they would, would they prefer baths, bubble baths, or showers?

I wanted to start by saying that I really appreciate everyone’s supportive messages, thank you for your asks! I’ll get to them later, I need some breathing time.

And thank you, Anon, for this ask as well! It’s kind of perfect for today because I wanted to talk about something more lighthearted and fun. Sorry for making you wait, as always.

What I learned while writing this post is that I can picture pretty much everyone in a bathtub with their lover lol I should keep in mind that “would” and “should” are different things, aaah…!! How come I never draw this kind of scenario..? Anyways!

Riddle – I think this is a secret wish of his that is so secret that even he isn’t quite aware of it. Vulnerability, comfort, relaxation – all of those things would be very good for Riddle! Plus, he never normally has bubble baths, and he would probably be very cutely excited about it. But if you asked him, he would be against it – sounds like a waste of time and water to him, not to mention how inappropriate it is.

Ace – he finds the idea too embarrassing, but he still might end up sharing a bubble bath with certain someone at some point… while complaining about how lame it is and also blushing lol In general though, I think he would prefer to do it in a shower.

Deuce – he would be even more embarrassed than Ace because he never imagined himself in a “bathing with someone” scenario. He would also prefer to do it in a shower, but he would still be super embarrassed the entire time. I think he and Ace are the type of boys to stand together awkwardly until someone (usually Ace) acknowledges the elephant in the room.

Trey – he would, and he probably fantasises about having a bath with Riddle. But he is more into the whole washing routine than in lying in a bubble bath, cuddling and playing in the water… Trey would rub his back, wash his hair, maybe even clean his ears, maybe even… brush… teet-

Cater – he loves the idea, so in theory, he would! He finds it romantic, hot, fun And surprisingly magicammable; even though when he does take a picture, he probably is going to feel like he wants to keep those private… for a couple of weeks, and then he’ll add them to one of his “what I did this month” compilations~

Leona – kinda? He wouldn’t mind if his lover washed him, I think. He would fall asleep in a bathtub while getting his back rubbed and ears massaged, but whenever he would wake up, he would complain about this thing (a bathtub, it’s called a bathtub) being too small for two of them, and how this was a stupid idea.

Ruggie – he would also consider it a waste of time and water, but if he is getting paid to wash someone- Ruggie, this isn’t about you and your lover anymore! Anyways. I think he wouldn’t mind having a quickie in a shower because this is actually both fun and efficient!

Jack – another one who is too embarrassed, but also he probably would feel kind of claustrophobic in a bathtub with someone else. He should do it though, imagine him getting comments about his tail looking 5 times less floofy when its wet omg. In general though, I think he is a part of the shower squad. It’s too easy to picture him with Deuce after their club activities…

Azul – weirdly, I think he would, but he needs to be very close with that person. I think despite always doing 1000 things at once and having a lot of plans, Azul enjoys long baths, and it’s kind of his “me” time that he treasures. But he would also share it with Idia, for example… he would actually force Idia into doing something like this once lol

Jade – both of the tweels prefer pools because staying in water for a long time without actually swimming feels very weird, and with Jade specifically, I think he isn’t super into bathing with someone. He wouldn’t mind sitting by the bathtub and taking care of someone for shits and giggles, pretending to be a butler of sorts you know, but this would probably just a part of the bigger game Jade would be playing in his head.

Floyd – like I already said, he prefers something bigger and comfier than a bathtub (for his subjective eel self), but unlike Jade, I can picture Floyd sharing a bathtub with someone more easily. I think he would be more into all the stuff that comes with it: bubbles, a ducky toy… He would be more into the bath itself than into his partner, wouldn’t he? I guess that defeats the purpose lol He would also splash around so much that his partner (very likely Riddle) would start yelling at him, and then Floyd would get some soap in his eye and it will sour his mood forever because it hurts… Doesn’t sound like a fun time for some reason wow

Kalim – technically, he’s been doing it all the time ever since he was a kid! Jamil very often accompanies him whenever he takes a bath and, of course, does a lot of back rubbing, hair washing and other stuff for him. They don’t do it as often as they used to nowadays, but Kalim loves it whenever they get to do it: he always considered bathing together to be like a playtime, but at the same time, cherished moments together with your favourite person.

Jamil – while he probably shares soooome small percentage of nostalgia for this kind of thing, for the majority of time he considers this to be another manifestation of their unequal status, which is ironic because this is the opposite to how Kalim feels about them bathing together. He also loves his own privacy, so in theory he would say “NO”  to something like this. But let’s be honest, it’s very deeply engraved in his brain… he would.

Vil – would on a rare occasion whenever he wants to treat himself and his lover. Bath salts, candles, quiet music, sparkling wine; he would put a lot of effort in creating a perfect atmosphere for relaxing with his man. He knows it’s cliché and he knows it’s cheesy, but sometimes a thing becomes a cliché because it genuinely makes you feel good, okay?

Rook – of course he would. It’s not his go-to usually, but he would never refuse an invitation + he prepared a couple of bubbly baths for this exact purpose in his life. Sometimes he creates bath bombs and different kinds of salts during his science club activities; because you know this is exactly what the rest of the science club members need: to hear him singing about how he is about to take a bath with Vil or something.

Epel – I think he would refuse because he would consider it embarrassing (wow, are all freshmen too shy to take a bubble bath with someone?), buuut once he’s in, he’s in! He’ll pout for exactly 5 seconds, and then he’ll get super into it and start splashing around and giggling. Who are you trying to fool, Epel? You’re clearly into this lol

Idia – wouldn’t; it sounds like a nightmare to him. He doesn’t like spending more than ~a minute for anything shower-related anyways, god bless super powerful S.T.Y.X. showers! And standing/sitting there with his naked boney ass with someone else..? This is just the worst case scenario. Who does he think he is, a BL protag? A romcom hero? I will stop this rant because otherwise the rest of the post will just be Idia’s 1000 reasons to never bathe or take shower with someone. Azul doesn’t agree with you, Idia.

Ortho – he would and he really really really really wants to!! He is working on a gear that is perfect for that! But if we’re talking about real!Ortho, the answer is still yes: he is nostalgic about the time he used to take baths with Idia together and they spent over an hour playing with mecha toys and ships and stuff. He will use this nostalgia talk to pressure Idia into doing it with him again, even though this time he clearly isn’t interested in sinking little robots and plastic ships.

Lilia – another person with a nostalgia… even though bathing with a loved one isn’t really his style, he would still get super excited about bubble baths. He would add so much of this stuff that there would be not a single centimeter of space that is not covered in bubbles. Everything will be so foamy and white and sweet smelling, and his lover won’t be able to find Lilia… Only if he listens to where his laughter is coming from very carefully… It’s hard to tell whether it’s a romantic thing for Lilia or is he just being childish at this point.

Silver – in theory he would, but he would get concerned that he’ll fall asleep. He doesn’t like long baths because they always make him very drowsy. This is why he would probably prefer a shower, but a short and cold one to keep himself awake, so… um… not very romantic? I guess he needs another person to guide him and wake him up from time to time for this to work.

Sebek – aaaand another freshman that is way too embarrassed to even think about it, but this one is so embarrassed that he’d get ANGRY if someone even suggested this! Of course, he did share a shower with Silver a couple of times, but there was nothing sexual going on! And this 100% isn’t some kind of cope because he kept staring at him..! Jokes aside, I think he would do it if he was really into someone, because he finds water a very pleasant addition to an already pleasant thing. And of COURSE if Malleus invites him to do something like this, he would die of happiness and agree immediately; this isn’t even a question.

Malleus – I think he would enjoy something similar to what Vil is doing, but he wouldn’t prepare it himself. He prefers to just waltz in and see how his lover already did everything: the bath, the water, the salts, the bubbles, the music, the refreshments, all those things. But also, even though Malleus is a spoiled prince, he doesn’t necessarily need all those bells and whistles – just plain water with nothing else but his lover’s body would suffice because what he really craves is bonding and intimacy. He has some precious memories of being with Lilia like this, but it was a looong time ago. Nowadays Lilia just says that both of them wouldn’t fit in a tub… Then fill a pool with bubbles, Lilia.

[starsomens]

Hi! Happy your requests are open!!! Very excited haha

This literally might just sound so simple and basic but like, I neeeeed it lmao a mix of fluff and NSFW!

Him being just TALL and a big human(I’m 5’7 so him being 6’3 and big is *chefs kiss* but also makes me very nervous haha)

tshirts so big it’s basically a dress

sweet interactions/compliments

anything with straddling/sitting in his lap, being tossed over a shoulder, being tossed around

100% creative freedom of course haha just those details pleaseeee 🥵 🖤

thank you thank you!!!! I can come off anon and DM you if you want with any questions!

Note:I HAD FUN WITH THIS ONE AAAH- If I like accidentally make it seem almost like you're way shorter than you say, I'm sorry !! And for visual reference Noah will have his long hair in here! Also very sorry this is SUPER late!

Warnings: I made this like a domestic soft smut so, soft dom Noah, penetration, dirty talk, some love bombs in there, honestly just cute whole some sex with i love yous

Your alarm blares through the quiet room where your limbs were tangled with Noah's. Your hair was in every direction, Noah's shirt that was more of a dress on you rode up to just over your bellybutton. Noah's long arm reach for the bed side and dismissed your alarm. The same hand came back to your body and brought you into a bone crushing hug.

"Mmmm" you groan with a stretch " 'm sorry..." you apologize for the interruption of your alarm. It was one of the rare days you both had off and with nothing to do but be home with one another. So of course, you both made plans for the night before but never got to them when you fell asleep so fast.

"sorry for what baby" he half yawns

"the alarm" you answer turning your body in his hold so you can face him "how did you sleep?" you asked

"Good. Didn't have you leave you early" he smiles "Come on let's get up sunshine" he pecks your forehead.

"mmmmm laattterrrrr" he comes around to your side and drags you up by the hands with a groan

"Come on princess" he kisses your nose "We can make pancakes, your favorite"

"...with strawberries?" you ask with a smile

"All the strawberries you want"

He watched as you padded your way to the bathroom with him close by. You were wearing one of his baggier shirts and he loves when you wear them. Falling just below your ass. Perfection. There was visuals when you walked, sat down and especially when you bent over. It was perfect for a spank or grab. You both brushed you teeth and took a couple of morning mirror selfies. A lil ritual Noah loved to keep alive, and afterwards it was into the shower together.

On other days this shower may have been a bit steamier. However, he wanted to soak in the slow morning with you. You get out and dress into a pair of his boxers and one of your shirts this time and off to the kitchen you went. Noah grabbed the pancake mix and you got the strawberries to cut. One of Noah's favorite things to do with you was cook. For one making a great meal and doing it together. He loved getting a mix right and seeing the spark in your eye light up from the flavor. He loved coming behind you and holding your hand in his while his head rested on your shoulder and helped you cut ingredients. His long hair picked up in a messy bun while he coaches you

"that's it baby you got it!"

"My favorite little helper" were his go to lines when you're in the kitchen together. Soon your home smelled like sweet pancakes and fresh fruits. After a nice breakfast you sat on the counter and continued your conversation from earlier

"It's like...weird that we're both here on a day. For the whole day!" you smile popping another strawberry slice into your mouth. The sweet and slight tang of the fruit flooding your mouth. While you ate away at the berries you took a look over your boyfriend. He was leaning back against the counter opposite to the one you were sat on. His tall, slender figure, his tattoos, his soft hair, and that smile. Oh how that smile did things to you. You just thought to yourself, how utterly head over heels you were for him. The sound of his laughter, his passion, his love for you, everything made your stomach do flips. You were pulled out of your thoughts when he called for you.

"Huh? What was that?" you ask

"What you thinking about huh?" he smiles coming over to slot himself between your legs and lean his hands on the counter. His face coming closer to yours. The loos strands of his bun falling to gently frame his face. You lean forward and nudge your nose against his own

"Nothing...just looking at my man" you smile as your eyes drift into his own dark brown eyes

"Your man? Well I'm looking at my woman" he answers with a peck to your lips

"My moonlight" you say with a reciprocated kiss

"My sunshine" a deep kiss, his hands coming up to rest on your hips

"My baby" you whisper as your hands land on his to run up his arm and rest behind his neck

"my princess" his whispers back against your lips. He brings your closer to the edge, holding your body to his. You could feel his heartbeat against your own, nearly becoming one as your lips lock in a passionate dance. His hand glides up your back while the other holds you close by the small of your back. His other hand cradles the back of your head to deepen the kiss, you let your head fall limp in his hold. His lips leave yours painfully slow, leaving you wanting more from him. His eyes look into your love drunken ones, not a word was said as his lips gently ghosted over your skin, gliding down to the corner of your jaw where he began to peck at your skin. You bite down on your lower lip as he stops in a particular spot that he knows you love. Your hips give a subconscious roll against his own. He lets out a muffled groan against your skin, as his hips move against yours.

"Fuck baby..." he growls "So, fucking perfect for me." he picks you up from the counter and throws you over his shoulder bringing out a squeak from you.

"Do you have to carry me like this every time we decide to have sex?" you ask. The next thing you knew a hard spank came to one of your cheeks

"Yess I do. Keep that up and you'll get mor spanks" he threatened as he made his way to the stairs. Harper watching as Noah carried you up the stairs "You see what your daddy us doing to mama Harper?" she simply just tilts her head at you

"Harper, you hold down the fort like a good girl" Noah smiles as he disappears down the hall to your shared room. He drops you down on to the bed and you bounce with a giggle. He climbs over you and faces kiss from your collarbone up to your lips. Smiling into the kiss, his hand trace down your body and to the band of the boxers you were wearing. His slender fingers fiddle their way into your bottoms. His fingers coming in touch with just skin he breaks the kiss and says

"No panties? Awh was my pretty girl expecting to get fucked?" he smiles into the kiss

"maybeee" you sang an answer. He tosses the boxers over his shoulder, falling in to the floor with the rest of your clothes. Long forgotten as your bodies tangle with one another. His lips leaving mark in their wake along your skin, like a brush upon a canvas. His fingers curled within your squirming form. The sounds of your wet pussy like music to his ears. His slender fingers were the perfect length and width to find that magic spot.

“Yea Princess you like it there?” He asks into your ear as he pumped his digits just a bit faster with more force. Your legs begin to shake as your back arches off of the mattress. As he continues to pumps his fingers he positions himself between your legs.

He removed his digits, a stringy trail of your juices connect you both. A whine leaves your lips from him stopping

“Don’t worry princess” he said rubbing the head of his dick along your slit, using your juices as lubricant “I’m gonna fuck you just the way you like” he smirks as he finally pushes into you, bottoming out in one swift motion. Your wetness making it more than easy for him to glide right in. You sigh and be groans from the feeling.

His dick filled you perfectly, molded just for you. The thickness gave you a strange full feeling, you could cum just from him putting it in. He could feel you pulse around him, trying to milk his cock without any action

“Fuck baby….who’s pussy is this? Fucking right and wet…so fucking good” he growls as his hands come to the back of your knees, spreading your legs wider for his view

“Your Noah…please noah I need it..” you whine rocking your hips, getting only an inch of what you really want. Aligning himself he pushes the head in and slowly eases in, agonizingly slow. He finally bottoms out, he stayed there for just a moment. Taking in the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, the way your chest rose and fell. His hands trail up from your hips to your rib cage to your breasts, leaving goosebumps behind. His thumb rub over your nipples, making them erect. His hands gave them a squeeze as he brings himself out nearly all the way and thrusts back in.

"god baby...feel so good." he whispers as he steadily thrusts in and out of you. "does it feel good princess?" he asked

"So good! Please Noah harder !" you nearly beg him. He comes down close to you and engulfs your body with his own. You arms wrap about his shoulders as his thrusts grow faster and harder

"Yes Noah! R-right there! Mmm please!" you pant, your nails clawing at his back, grasping for something as the pit of your stomach burned with your approaching orgasm. The build up from before becoming greater

"Fuck Y/N! I love you!" he growls bucking into you in shorter harder thrusts reaching his end as your clamp around him

"I-I love you! Ah!" you moan feeling your core tighten and tighten until it finally snaps. You clamp and pulse around him as you finally cum

"Mmm yes baby Yes! shit...cum on my dick fuck!" he groans as he pumps himself faster, your cum mixing together as he fucks his cum deeply into you "Damn it, I fucking love you..." he pants as he litters kisses all over your skin "i love you, i love you....fuck I love you so much" he whispers as he rests his forehead on yours.

His tired eyes staring into your own. Both half lidded, dazed and full of love. Your skin hot and sweaty against one another, but it was the best feeling in the world.

You arms link around his neck and you bring your lips to his. In a slow, deep kiss. It wasn't just the sex talking you truly love him so much

"I love you Noah" you kiss his head as he lays on your chest, cuddling in close for a post sex nap. He laid and listen to your heart beat, and your breathing lulled him sleep instantly. This was absolute, bliss.

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[yisony07]

A Curious Case

Idea suggested by kermit432:

Finally a little peace crossed Charles' mind as he walked with some haste under the bloody light of the sun as it set. Charles had had a hard day at work, between the constant demands of his immediate boss and the few opportunities for rest, he just wanted to get home, lie down on the couch and sleep non-stop.

When he arrived at his house, he immediately noticed a curious object under the threshold, leaning against the door. It was a mask of dark green wood, a metal bar in the center that went down from the top to the middle and three holes that, together, gave the appearance of an expressionless face, as if it were in a trance.

“Who left this here?” Charles asked into nothingness as he picked up the mask. He looked around and, seeing no one, raised his shoulders. “It's cool, I'll keep it.”

He opened the door and a meow caught his attention immediately. It was a white cat with orange spots around its body.

“Hello, Comsher,” Charles said, petting him. The cat responded with purrs. “Let's see, what have you done now, I notice you're affectionate?”

He looked around his house and found some objects on the floor. His cat was very prone to knocking things over, which is why Charles had named him Comsher (COMpulsive puSHEr). After sighing in resignation, Charles picked up the things that the cat had thrown (that's why he bought them made of plastic or rubber, to avoid worse damage), placed the mask on the shelf, turned off the lights and lay down on the sofa under it. .

“Be a good kitten and let Charlie sleep peacefully, okay? Then I'll play with you,” Charles said to his cat, who meowed innocently, and closed his eyes, falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

Charles's snoring was the sign that there was not much for Comsher to do, but he, who could not sit still, turned his gaze to the shelf above the sleeping body of his owner. The mask was placed carelessly near the corner. Something about it made the cat nervous, and in an instant he jumped over the edge of the couch, careful not to disturb the man's rest, and took another jump until he reached the shelf.

It was simple: he just had to throw away the mask. However, upon giving it the first push, a very noticeable squeak sounded. The cat looked down and saw that Charles still had his eyes closed. Comsher pushed again and the same thing happened, although this time Charles had changed his position.

“Meow!” Comsher meowed fiercely; he would not be defeated by the mask. He rested his little white paw on the cold mask and pushed, not caring about the noise he caused.

Charles slowly opened his eyes. His face showed a grimace of discomfort as he did not feel rested at all. Even though everything looked blurry, he immediately noticed that the cat was doing its thing: when, after blinking several times, he managed to see everything clearly, Comsher gave the mask the last push.

The mask fell right onto Charles' face perfectly.

"What…?" He asked, bringing his hand to his face, because he noticed a warm and vibrant sensation (almost electric) against his skin.

Suddenly, he let out a groan as the orifices seemed to move around his eyes and mouth at the same time as the edges of his mask clung to the contours of his face. Another whimper left his mouth as he felt a bunch of tendrils run through his ears and some of his hair.

"Ah…! Aaah!" He moaned and groaned, as it was an uncomfortable sensation. However, his hands, instead of going to his mask to try to remove it, moved on their own to his nipples and began to pinch them. Charles moaned even more as his head moved from side to side, so that the tendrils on each side met at the back of his head, and the mask contorted around his head.

Comsher meowed, looking with interest at his owner, without the slightest idea of what was happening. From the sharpness of his meows, anyone could tell they were confused and tinged with guilt. However, Charles did not, and could not,  pay attention to him.

Suddenly, Charles felt a pull to the left and his entire body began to spin in a greenish whirlwind, frightening the cat. The tornado remained motionless on the couch.

The winds caused poor Comsher to be thrown out of the room. Once no one else was there, the tornado stopped, revealing a slightly different Charles: not because his body looked a little more toned, but because his face was green, as if a second skin made of rubber was attached.

“Holy Fuck!!” Charles said. Those pulses of pleasure that coursed through his body seemed to intensify. It was as if an insatiable flame of sexual desire took control of his body. All he wanted was to let it all out.

With a snap, Charles removed his pants and underwear, leaving his huge erect cock exposed. No matter how much willpower he had, he wouldn't be able to resist such temptation, so he immediately grabbed it and started jacking it off.

"Hmm... Fuck..." he moaned. With every stroke, with every moan, he felt as if all the stress in his body was shifting and he was concentrating on a single point near his balls. He moaned loudly, uninhibitedly, not caring if his cat (or any of his neighbors) was listening or not, just feeling his balls fill more and more. He increased the speed of his strokes, until, after a few seconds, it was so fast that he couldn't stop himself.

"HOLY GOD!!" He grunted as a stream of shiny semen gushed out of his meatus that he couldn't stop.

It took him up to a minute to pour cum around and, despite that, he was still horny, quite eager to continue enjoying and releasing stress.

"This hunk still has more to offer!" he said with a seductive smile. He spun into a tornado that first moved across the room, clearing the debris, and then came crashing into the wall, under the gaze of the traumatized Comsher.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Ok yeah I’m here for Rosie and Tilly

Aaah well then here, have a blurb:

Warnings: none, utter fluff

Note: wrote this like in style like I’m Steven Ambrose talking about post war shit, don’t mind me

Massive credit to my babes @ab4eva & @crazymadpassionatelove as I literally just flowed our chat screams into fic forum

|| Synonyms 

Tilly would later recount shared breakfasts like that. After the death of their father while away, the siblings prioritized spending time with their mother and often together, Eugene Brady not being as frequent a visitor due to distance.

So for much of their early married lives, having the Rosenthal’s stay over at the childhood home along with Jack and Tilly was commonplace for a weekend reprieve.

During which time old habits resurfaced and Tilly learned new aspects of the impressive Brady siblings she had only seen glimpses of.

At the breakfast table on these weekends, Rosie usually kept to drinking his coffee, open newspaper diligently perused, eyebrow raising every now and again. An amused smile permanently crinkling his eyes.

Tilly took a more active approach at breakfast, often gently laying a hand on Jack's knee, squeezing a warning to stop. He never stopped. Tilly would try going higher.

“Tilly.” Rosie would whisper to her from across the table and then just shake his head, as if to say ‘let them go at it.’

And so the kitchen would be filled with the sounds of mother tinkering at the stove, of Rosie flipping through the paper and Tilly trying to chat about some sale at a store to ignore the feuding siblings who would only get progressively louder and more verbose.

Rosie Rosenthal enjoyed a little blood sports with his eggs, Tilly said.

It was always about some trifling nonsense involving a childhood story the siblings remembered differently. That’s what kept it cute. It never mattered. It never harmed anything, it was forgotten by the time the plates were rinsed. Yet in the moment, both stuck to their version as the right one.

"That's the seventh time you've used 'false’.” Rosie would point out and Jack’s tirade would hiccup briefly, long enough only for his grey eyes to cut savagely over to Rosie, irritation and a just cause making his cheeks bloom.

‘Robert Rosenthal was one of those unfathomable humans who liked to watch arguments’ Tilly told John Hammond; even as in the case of the above, he enjoyed throwing in the occasional synonym suggestion when things were getting rote.

And he always winked at Tilly when he did while slurping coffee. They grew a deep bond, Tilly and Robert. Always there for each other, amused spectators and connoisseurs of a good Brady spat, utterly enthralled with their respective, cunty spouse. One presumes the siblings made it up to them at other times.

“Come to think of it...l believe l've heard this story about a family vacation before...but it didnt take place in Maine?” Rosie would occasionally fully interject, just to throw everything off, “Haven’t you heard this one before Tilly? Rhode Island, parking ticket. Haven’t you heard this one before? Swear I’ve heard this one before.”

[flowercrowngods]

hi!

just read your fic of valery and shenkov (posted on thenatashapulleyuniverse) - the writing! the characterization! you capture the essence of them both in the most luscious way, a truest delight to read

thank you so much for writing it, lots of love <33333

aaah oh my god thank you!! 🥹🥰 this ask is so sweet, what a wonderful thing to wake up to 🥹 i’m so happy you liked it!!

and technically what i sent to them was only the beginning of what in my head is a slightly bigger thing (right up in my kostya feels), but i have a lot of things on my plate and thus need to be patient with myself and write only in increments unfortunately 😔

but anyway, since you’re here now— 👀🤍

[preceding snippet the ask is about]

There is no response to his words, and Valery wonders not for the first time if this house swallows noise just like the lab will swallow time. Maybe the impossibility of their situation has created the tiniest of black holes right here, swallowing the gentlest wishes of a good morning or a good night, and forcing them to repeat the words and fight to make them true.

Valery sets his coffee mug — half empty already because there are no boundaries between the two of them — beside Kostya’s, frowning when he still doesn’t move, doesn’t look up or reach over to acknowledge Valery’s presence. On other Sunday mornings, Kostya would lean back in his chair, the back of his head bumping into Valery’s chest with a happy little sigh, and he’d get a kiss to his forehead for his troubles. Then Valery would ask him what the newspaper said, what his least favourite word of the day is, and why the Brits are madmen for inventing it.

But Kostya is immovable, and Valery wonders if the tiny black hole that swallowed his voice has come and swallowed Kostya’s mind, too.

“Kostya,” he speaks instead, daring the world confined to their living room to challenge their impossibility and steal his voice once more. His hands come up — slowly and gently — to rest on Konstantin’s shoulders, which seem tense even buried beneath his navy blue sweater.

Time seems suspended between gentle touch and careful consideration, but then Valery feels tense muscles becoming rock solid for just a fraction of a second before Konstantin flinches and all but wrenches himself out of Valery’s touch with a choked breath.

Something inside him breaks at the sound of it, at the vision of Konstantin curled forward, as far out of Valery’s reach as he can be with the table in front of him. Valery takes a step back, feeling the black hole grow in size and viciousness, and stumbling as its mass bends gravity around it, sucking him in and away from Konstantin.

He grips the kitchen counter to stabilise himself and keep his mind from running away, running in circles trying to solve a problem he doesn’t yet know the origins of. All he does know is that touching Konstantin seems like a bad idea right now — no matter how his hands twitch, his mind conjuring up images of the two of them curled together, Valery draped over his back as Konstantin attempts to understand the Brits’ obsession with one thing or another, murmuring Russian insults between them like they’re a secret love language.

“I’m sorry,” comes Konstantin’s voice, too carefully crafted into something presentable that Valery can easily make out its shakiness. It hangs in the air, brittle, just waiting to break apart and reveal what it truly means.

So Valery waits. He watches as Konstantin clenches and unclenches his hand, reaching for Valery’s coffee mug to wrap his hands around it. It’s a silent message, one he might not be all that aware of but Valery is good at waiting, he’s good at observing and finding patterns. Kostya will find something of Valery’s when he could have easily used his own, and attempt to ground himself with it. Even when they’re fighting.

It leaves him grateful beneath his confusion, that he left it there.

“I’m sorry,” Konstantin says again, but still he doesn’t move. Frozen again — or still.

“It’s alright,” Valery says, his own shaky voice a thousand times more stable than Konstantin’s. “I promise, it’s alright. We’re safe.”

Konstantin huffs, and the black hole is not kind enough to swallow it this time, leaving Valery to frown, the weight of worry becoming nearly unbearable now. Does he not believe it? Does he not know?

“Talk to me, Kostya,” he pleas, his voice a whisper still, his hands clenching around the counter to keep himself from reaching out to the man he loves and challenging their impossibilities one time too many.

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Uhhhh here's the smut I wrote :3

Takaaki's back hit the mattress as he felt hands grab his hips. Taichi sat between his legs, blushing. "You ready?" He asked. Takaaki kissed him, "Do it, Dear. Don't be afraid to hurt me." Takaaki murmured. He gasped when he felt Taichi gently inserted himself inside his clit.

Taichi's hands cupped Takaaki's breasts and squeezed. "You're so pretty, Aki." Taichi said as he kissed him. Takaaki blushed, whining when his husband rocked his hips gently. "Taichi–!" Takaaki gasped, lifting his legs off the bed. He moaned, moving his head deep into the plush pillow beneath it.

"Taichi, please...! O-Ohhh...move. Please?" Takaaki whined, face full of bliss to just be simply filled by Taichi's cock. God, he was drooling. Taichi pulled out and thrusted back in, still being gentle. "Are you comfortable? Need more pillows?" Taichi asked through a groan. "I'm fine, Honey." Takaaki moaned when Taichi thrusted again.

Taichi's hands left his chest and embraced him, pulling Takaaki closer. He lightly bit down on Takaaki's shoulder, then licked it. He continued his gentle thrusts, pushing up against Takaaki tightly. Takaaki sighed contently. It was nice.

He craved for more.

Taichi moaned when Takaaki moved against him, moving his hips the best he could to mimic his movements. "Taichi...mmm...! Harder." He requested.

"I don't want to hurt you, Aki." Taichi worried.

"Harder, Taichi. I want it to hurt. Please? I promise, I'll tell you I don't like it if it hurts too much. Okay?" Takaaki reassured, smiling. Taichi leaned his forehead against Takaaki's. Takaaki sat up on Taichi's lap, continuing to rock his hips. Takaaki gasped out another moan. He kissed Taichi passionately, "Please?" He murmured through another moan.

Taichi groaned, lifting Takaaki's leg higher to thrust up, harder than before. Takaaki hid his face on the top of Taichi's head. Kissing the brown-blond locks he loved so much. "That's it. That's it, Taichi. Harder. Ohhh...!" Takaaki pressed his body against Taichi, skin flushed against each other, all hot.

Taichi kissed Takaaki sweetly, leading him back onto the mattress. Their bodies where still flushed together, Takaaki found himself hiding his face again inside Taichi's hair. His breath made Taichi shudder, getting more excited. "Taichi, please. Please. Fuuuck..." Takaaki's legs went higher in the air as Taichi sheathed his cock deeper inside.

"You're– fuck– big...I want more. I want it so bad, Taichi. Please? Please, please, please, PLEA– AAAH!!" Takaaki arched his back when Taichi pulled out and thrusted back in in one rough motion. "GH...FUCK! L-Little warning next time?" Takaaki joked, panting.

Taichi rested his head against Takaaki's shoulder, "You sound so wonderful, Honey. I love your sounds." Taichi groaned. He did it again. And again. Thrusting hard into his husband each time. Takaaki squirmed with each thrust. He moaned each time.

"F-FUUUCK!! TAICHI! SO GOOD– FUCK– DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP!!" Takaaki begged. Taichi slowed down and kissed him, making Takaaki whine at the loss of the harshness. "Mm...Taichiiii." Takaaki continued to whine. "Shh, it's okay, Dear. Just wait it out a little longer, I want it to last. Is that okay?" Taichi asked as he held up on of Takaaki's long and slender legs.

Takaaki gasped as Taichi thrusted in, deeper than before. Taichi kissed his husband's neck, shoulders and his chest. Taichi just stayed in there, their pelvises flushed together as Taichi remained inside. Takaaki bit his lip in pleasure, just the feeling of his beloved's cock inside him made him melt. "T-Taichi...move. Move." Takaaki practically demanded. But Taichi didn't listen.

He kissed Takaaki's leg, biting whatever flesh he could. Takaaki let out another high pitched whine. He slowly pulled out and harshly thrusted back in, catching Takaaki of guard. He let out a surprised noise. Taichi brought their lips together, smiling, "I love you, Aki." He murmured as he dragged his tongue against his husband's lip to get more. Takaaki opened his mouth to let Taichi in, moaning as Taichi thrusted again. "I love you...mmm..fuck...I love you, too...!" Takaaki moaned out.

His senses were all frazzled from the pleasure. All he could feel was his nerves getting pleasure-filled. He lost himself in moans as Taichi fucked him. Takaaki could barely talk by how he was just full of pleasure. He was practically being fucked silly. Taichi whispered sweet nothings in his ear, praising him, telling him that he loved him.

Taichi's groans made Takaaki shudder.

Takaaki wrapped his arms around Taichi. Moans getting breathier and louder. "I'm close. FUCK!" Takaaki's eyes started to water from all the pleasure. How rough his husband was going with his cock just being rammed into him. With how big it was. His clit was going to hurt but GOD he wanted this. "TAICHI! AH– MMM...HAH! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!" Takaaki moaned as his g-spot was repeatedly hit.

He was so close he could feel it.

A little more.

More.

More.

Taichi quickly stopped.

Takaaki was left catching his breath. But he felt himself get just a tad by frustrated with Taichi stopping. "Taichi...?" He called. God, he could feel how wet he was, how ready he was to just orgasm. Taichi kissed him sweetly, "Hold on, Dear. Just wait a little longer, okay?" Taichi whispered as he gave Takaaki quick pecks on his lips. Taichi's hands wandered around Takaaki's body, touching sensitive parts like his nipples, lightly squeezing on them before squeezing his breasts. Takaaki whined with want, need.

Taichi lightly touched his skin, touching his stomach, thighs, even his sides. Takaaki had to hold in a laugh from how Taichi's touches tickled there.

Taichi pulled out and turned him over.

Takaaki gasped at a hand touching the plump flesh of his ass. "Pervert." Takaaki said, muffled by the pillow his hid his face in. He felt embarrassed by this. With a light smack on his ass that made him jolt, Taichi finally moved back inside his clit.

Takaaki raised his ass higher in some instinct. Like he knew Taichi wanted that. God, even his past as a no-good slut still remained. He gasped again when he felt another smack there. "You're so pretty, Aki. You sound so pretty, too." Taichi whispered.

Takaaki could only moan in response from Taichi's thrusts. He came with a loud moan as his back arched. Clit clenching on Taichi's cock. His body, worn out and tired just laid there as Taichi continued to fuck him, but gently this time. He came inside Takaaki, making Takaaki whine into the pillow as he was filled by Taichi's semen.

Taichi pulled out and reached over their bedside drawer and grabbed something to clean them up. "How are you feeling, Aki? Was I too rough?" Taichi asked, checking on him.

Takaaki turned around, back against the mattress, look up at the ceiling in a daze. "I'm fine." He looked over at Taichi, grinning. "You were pretty hot tonight." Taichi blushed brightly red. The light from their night lamp barely made it visible, though.

"I-I uhm..." Taichi hid his face in one hand as he tried to clean Takaaki up with the other. Takaaki sat up and wrapped his arms around Taichi's neck. "Dork." He murmured before kissing Taichi. "We should probably shower. T-To get you cleaned up b-better." Taichi stuttered with embarrassment.

Takaaki gave him a quick peck on the lips and nodded. "Okay, Dear. Let's just hope I can stand up after that." He joked. Taichi grew more embarrassed.

After some cleaning and some shared kisses later, the two found themselves tangled in each other's arms. Just lazily holding each other. "I'm gonna feel this tomorrow, ugh." Takaaki groaned. "Sorry." Taichi said softly, nuzzling Takaaki's nose. "It felt good, though. I mean, I certainly wasn't complaining." Takaaki added, reassuring his love.

Taichi's face grew hot as he placed his head near Takaaki's chest. "That's good then."

[mimisempai]

You just have to let go

Summary

Aziraphale, alone for too long, doesn't know what it feels like when someone used to care about you. Fortunately, a certain florist is there to remind him.

Notes

Where our florist shows that it's not just the flowers he knows how to take good care of.

On Ao3

Rating G -  1070 words

Crowley stretched, taking a moment to remember where he was.

He opened his eyes and saw books, books everywhere, then an old clock, an old chess set, an armchair covered in red velvet with gold patterns.

Aziraphale's bookshop.

They'd shared a light meal in Aziraphale's shop during the florist's lunch hour, as had become their custom since they'd been together, and the bookseller, noticing Crowley's constant yawning, had suggested he take a little nap on the sofa, promising to wake him up for the afternoon opening.

Crowley looked at the clock and saw that he'd slept about twenty minutes. He stretched out again, this time contentedly, for even though it had been short, his little nap had really perked him up.

The sound of a page turning and a pen scribbling on paper made him turn his head towards the desk where he saw Aziraphale sitting, his funny little glasses on his nose, concentrating on the pile of paper in front of him.

He remembered that the bookseller had been grumbling about the tax authorities coming to inspect his accounts, for the fifth time. Apparently, that was the price of keeping too good a book.

After watching him for a few seconds, Crowley frowned as he saw him fidgeting uncomfortably in his chair, massaging his neck for the second time.

He straightened up and, rearranging his hair, asked quietly, "Aziraphale, are you all right?"

Aziraphale immediately turned his head toward him and exclaimed, "Crowley! You're awake! Did you sleep well? Are you rested enough? You could have stayed asleep, I would have woken you on time, you know!"

Crowley couldn't help chuckling as the bookseller began to make a fuss, but the florist also acknowledged Aziraphale's attempt to divert attention. The habit of one who had lived alone too long and was not used to being cared for. So Crowley didn't let himself be distracted and replied soothingly, "I woke up naturally and slept very well. I feel ready to get back to work. Thank you for letting me."

Aziraphale sighed in relief, "Aaah good, I..."

Crowley interrupted, "But you didn't answer my question. Is everything okay?"

It almost made Crowley's heart ache to see the bookseller's shoulders slump as he sighed and removed his glasses, "It's just that I hate doing this kind of work and I'd rather be in my armchair with a good book."

He rolled his head with a grimace and continued, "But it's nothing to worry about, I know I shouldn't complain, after all I don't have to work for a living and..."

Crowley shook his head and retorted, "Idiot."

"Hey!"

The florist stood and replied, approaching him, "I'm not going to apologize. Yes, you don't have to work for a living, but knowing that you're the one who keeps us living here and keeps the street the way it is, you have every right to complain when idiot bureaucrats question the good work you're doing."

Arriving in front of Aziraphale, he leaned over and planted a light kiss on the bookseller's forehead before continuing, "Let me help you, angel."

He watched with amusement as Aziraphale's cheeks flushed at the nickname before the bookseller grumbled, "You want to check my accounts for me?"

Crowley shook his head and replied, "No, I've got enough to do with my own. But I can help you with that." 

He stood behind Aziraphale and placed his hands on his tense shoulders, making small circles with his thumbs.

The bookseller couldn't hold back a small grunt of appreciation before protesting, "But my accounts... mmmh."

Crowley had just pressed harder on a particularly tense spot and said quietly, "Your accounts can wait, you just need to relax."

He pressed a lingering kiss to Aziraphale's fluffy hair, making any last velleity of protest disappear. 

"Let me show you I know how to take care of more than just flowers."

The bookseller laughed softly as Crowley resumed his massage, finding the slightest point of tension along his shoulders. When he touched a particularly sensitive area, Aziraphale couldn't hold back a groan of pleasure that he tried to suppress, but Crowley said gently, "Don't hold back, angel, or it won't do any good. You can let go, I've got you."

The bookseller let out a long breath, then leaned fully into the florist's hands, letting the pleasant sensation spread as Crowley's fingers worked their magic. 

The florist hummed with satisfaction as he felt the tension slowly release and said encouragingly, "That's it, just feel, don't struggle." 

The delicious combination of the warm voice and the fingers slowly releasing the tension enveloped him in a cocoon of well-being, and Aziraphale leaned even more into the florist's enchanting touch. 

After a few minutes, Crowley released the light pressure while keeping his hands on the bookseller's shoulders, who breathed, "Thank you." 

Crowley leaned forward and planted another kiss, this time on his temple, before saying softly, "My pleasure."

Aziraphale smiled as he took one of the hands still on his shoulder and brought it to his lips before resting his cheek against it. Crowley stroked his cheek with his fingertips, then said softly, "Come sit with me on the sofa for five minutes."

Aziraphale wanted to protest, not because of his accounts, but because he knew Crowley had to go back and open the flower shop. 

The florist must have followed his train of thought, because he added, "Just a minute," before stepping in front of him and extending his hand, saying, "Come with me."

Aziraphale didn't protest and let himself be led to the sofa, where Crowley dropped down and pulled him with him until the bookseller was sitting against him, his head on Crowley's chest.

As if to reassure him, Crowley said quietly, "Just five minutes, I'll be on time, I promise."

Not wanting to fight any longer, Aziraphale closed his eyes and breathed in Crowley's now familiar scent as Crowley wrapped his arms around him and planted light kisses on his hair. 

Aziraphale snuggled a little closer to his lover and nothing mattered but his hands on him, his breath in his hair and his lips on his skin as they both indulged in this moment of respite.

And if Crowley was five minutes late opening the shop, he figured he could put up with a few protests from disgruntled potential customers if it was for the sake of the one resting against him.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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