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excerpts from the Lambda Literary Award winning 2 Trans 2 Furious: an extremely serious journal of Transgender Street Racing Studies
#2 trans 2 furious#not even half the entries sampled here & not even hitting all my personal particular faves#something to say about Everything. including like bonus materials / interstitials lol#they keep emphasizing to every contributor to consider themself a lammy award winner too. okay! and with my ao3 hugo#X WILL STILL. BE. DRIVING. i was still learning about the concept of mattering; so i didn't push the issue of basic respect at the time.#always a wink and a laugh. always a scowl and an exit. always a thing. always not a big deal; really. never a burden. never burdened.#cool-tempered yet hot-headed. jason statham will call my dad a pussy in fast 12. can't wait to find out why they were gonna kill that baby#cam stone#fast & furious crossroads#ya never know. happy pride
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fash shit sounds real scary until you realize their doomposting about the fall of our great empire is about like, seeing a minority at the mall. look at what they took from us and it's like, some ugly shopping centre where teenagers have been smoking weed in the parking lot for time immemorial. so dramatic like okay miss thing keep posting your pictures of 1950s cartoons where you are the handsome blonde hair blue eyed white guy if it makes you feel better...
#that 1950s cartoon meme shit is so incredibly hilariously lame to me#how are you THIS susceptible to propaganda. how does that even happen.#did you never take an english class? did you never compare paintings portraying happy smiling white families serving large feasts#(name of the artist eludes me rn) to american gothic?#good luck with the uh. Bringing back the great pride of america (large Shopping mall)#and like being mean to people on purpose thing. Let me know how it goes for ya
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"first day"
fluff, happy fushiguro family, slice of life, megs' first day of school send-off
Synopsis: you've been dating toji for a while now and megumi subconsciously calls you mom for the first time on his way out the door
to sum it up: you adore the little family you've come to be a part of
WC: 1,701
Warning(s): none
"Megs!" you call out, standing by the front door awaiting the dark-haired boy's arrival. He soon shuffles around the corner from his room, throwing a bag over his shoulder with a tired expression on his face.
His father turns to watch him walk in, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. "The hell were you doing in there that took you so long?"
"Nothing," Megumi grumbles, moving to brush past the two of you to rush to the door. "I just wanted to look presentable, that's all."
"So you took thirty minutes to get ready?" Toji quirks a brow.
"Believe it or not, dad, some would say that's not enough time to get ready in the morning."
"Not at all, actually," you agree.
Toji tugs the corner of his mouth in judgment. " Well, you should know," he says to you. "You spend at least ten years in the bathroom when we have somewhere to go."
You scoff, rolling your eyes. "That's such an overreaction. I never take any longer than an hour." Megumi and his father exchange knowing looks and you place your hand on your hip. "What?"
"Don't worry baby," Toji assures you. "It's okay to be in denial."
"We've timed it before. The last time we all went out to dinner as a family, you took two and a half hours to get dressed," Megumi adds.
"That's only because I had to shower and pick out an outfit then do my hair and makeup," you defend.
"Isn't that a little overkill? It takes me half that time to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get some homework done."
"Whatever. Your sister would understand," you sigh.
"Unfortunately, she may be worse than you."
"Women," Toji tsks. You slap his bicep and he pretends to flinch, smirking down at you playfully. "Ouch."
"Alright, well, I'm ready now. I don't wanna be late," the sixteen year old says, turning back to reach for the door handle.
"Ah ah ah, wait!" you stop him. "You're not going anywhere without me getting a good look at you. Turn around, I wanna see how the uniform fits."
Megumi lowers his head and complies, turning back around stiffly for you to admire him. You press your hand to your lips to conceal your smile, eyes gleaming with pride as you look over the sharp navy jacket and pants he adorns.
"Awwww," you coo. "It fits perfectly! How does it feel?"
"Pretty good," Megumi nods, moving his arm around slightly to show his mobility in the fabric. "It's comfortable too. It shouldn't be a problem during missions."
"I still can't believe how quickly time has gone by," you muse. "You're already going into your first year at Jujutsu High! Are you excited?"
"You better be," Toji grunts. "Your uncle Gojo hasn't gotten off my ass about your enrollment for years. At least now, he'll finally shut up."
"I still don't understand why I have to have him as a teacher. He's such a moron, I doubt he'll teach us anything useful," Megumi mumbles.
"Moron or not, he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and he's helped out so much. I'm sure he'll be able to give you a good experience," you say positively.
"We talkin' about the same Gojo here? The one who trashed my house playing tag with Megumi and the dogs in the living room?" Toji points out and his son grits his teeth at the memory.
"Oh come on, Satoru was like twenty one back then. I can only imagine the crazy shit you've with the kids when you were raising them," you tease.
"You don't even want to know," Megumi exhales.
"Please, you came out just fine, didnât ya?â Toji says, reaching out his hand to ruffle at Megumi's spiky hair. The teen recoils, craning his head away and shielding himself with his arm.
"Quit it. I'm not five anymore."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're all grown up now, I know. Gonna be a first-grade sorcerer before I can even blink an eye."
"Who said that I would be first grade? I'm only a first year."
"Yeah, and look at who your pops is," Toji grins. "Plus, you got an advantage that I never had. You'll do just fine."
Megumi hums indifferently, doubting himself momentarily but accepting the words nonetheless. "Alright, are we ready?"
"No, not yet!" you pull out your phone quickly and open the camera. "I need to get pictures."
The blue-eyed boy slumps. "(Y/n), I gotta go."
"I know, I know, just a few," you promise, holding your camera up to capture his awkward figure in the frame. "Okay, smile."
Megumi doesn't, and of course you don't actually expect him to. Instead, he calmly stares at the camera with his arms at his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves. Toji moves to stand behind you, leaning down to take a peak at the million pictures you're snapping.
"Toji, go stand with him so I can get one with the both of you."
The two groan simultaneously. "Doll, can we just focus on gettin' the kid to school?"
"It's fine. His stuff is already moved into his dorm. We have time."
"But-"
"Shut up and go stand with your son, now," you glare firmly up at the green-eyed man and he huffs.
"Yes, ma'am."
Toji raises a hand to his hip and tilts his head boredly as he stands beside Megumi, the two of them sharing the exact same blank stare as they look into the camera. You squeal happily. "You two are so cuteee!"
"We done, now?"
"No, I wanna get one more with Megs, and then I'm good." The boys give you a look, but you wave them off. "I mean it! Gosh, here Toji. Take our picture."
Toji obliges, grabbing your phone from your hand as you rush over to the tall boy. His expression melts into serenity as you place your hands on his shoulders and lean your head against his arm, smiling widely at the camera as a hint of a smile touches Megumi's lips.
Toji's heart warms at the sight, watching the way his son grows comfortable in your presence. The picture of the two of you looks so natural t to him like you are meant to be a part of his family, which he knows you are.
He snaps the photo and nods. "Got it."
You exhale, turning to face Megumi. You brush your hands over his shoulders to straighten his jacket, ridding it of any lint and wrinkles. "Okay, Megumi, please remember to be safe."
"I know. I will," he nods.
"And don't be too reckless when it comes to training."
"I won't."
"And try to make friends. I know how easy it is for you to push others away."
"I'll try."
You press your lips together with a final sigh, looking over Megumi's face warmly. You wrap your arms safely around him into a hug, your emotions getting the best of you. You have spent the past year caring for Megumi like your own, and watching him head off to achieve his goals makes your heart swell with joy and fear all the same.
"Text me or your father or Tsumiki if you need anything. Anything at all," you tell him. He returns your hug gently.
"Okay," he chuckles lightly and you pull away. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"...I know you will..." you pout. "Okay, I'll let you go. Good luck. I hope you have an amazing first day. I'll see you at the end of the week, yeah?"
"Mhm. I'll call you to let you know how the day went later."
"Please do."
Toji hands you back your phone and walks toward the door with Megumi. "Let's get a move on," he says. He leans over quickly to peck your lips farewell. "I'll be back in a few."
"Don't speed, Toji."
"Speeding gets you places quicker," he winks and you suck your teeth disapprovingly. Megumi opens the door, his dad gripping the frame.
"Bye, boys. Stay out of trouble," you wave, eyes glassy as you watch Megumi walk out.
"See ya, doll."
"Bye, mum."
The three of you freeze the second the words hit the air, everyone stilling in their tracks.
You feel your heart burst as overwhelming happiness consumes you. Megumi keeps his face forward, hiding his reddening cheeks as he processes what he has just said. Toji stares at the back of his son's head, eyes wide, before he turns to look at you to find your shocked, giddy face.
You don't have any time to reply when Megumi clears his throat suddenly, sweat dotting his forehead, and he walks rigidly out of the house and swiftly down the hall without looking back.
Toji stays behind, keeping an eye on you when you look up at him, stunned. "Did he just...?" you murmur.
"Yep."
Your eyes immediately well with tears and your lips wobble, your hands flying over your mouth. "He sees me as his mom?" you whisper.
Toji chuckles, ducking down to you with his hand still gripping the door. "Of course he does. He's always adored you. Him and Tsumiki."
"I'm gonna cry."
The assassin chuckles softly, pressing his thumb to the corner of your eye gently. "You're already cryin.'"
"Shut up," you sniff. "God, I love those kids so much. I just wanna give him all the hugs in the world."
"And you'll be able to. There isn't a better woman on this planet to be there for the kids," he kisses your cheek. "That's why I plan t'marry you someday."
"Fuck you, Toj. You're gonna make me cry even more."
"Sorry, baby. Can't help talkin' about it," he leans back to the doorway. "Let me get the kid squared away and make sure he's not dyin' of embarrassment, then I'll be back to talk to ya about makin' this official."
"You're being for real?"
"Of course I am."
You lower your hands and beam. "Tell Megumi I love him and get back here soon."
"I will," he hums. "But I thought you said no speeding?"
"Just- make sure the two of you at least get to the school in one peace."
He smirks. "Will do, doll."
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â„ SATORU GOJO X SUGURU GETO X NANAMI KENTO X TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM!READER
â„ WORD COUNT: 4.7k
â„ WARNINGS/TAGS: fivesome gangbang, some (okay, um, a lot) of m/m action, ass play, ass fucking, vaginal fucking, double penetration, throat fucking, hair pulling, snowballing (cum + mouth + spitting in another mouth), creampie, excessive cum in all your holes, cum swallowing, spitting (it's Toji, he spits on someone's cock, don't ask questions), praise, use of "good girl", some degradation, they're all nasty fuckers, Toji does show up eventually I promise he's just ~late~
~Happy Halloween~ let's go out with a bang
â Kinktober Masterlist â
This is not what you signed up for.
Satoru opens your thighs in his lap, long fingers spreading your pussy wide. A smirk kisses the back of your throat as you shiver, flushing so unbearably hot as Suguruâs dark gaze smolders at the sight of your drooling cunt.Â
Suguruâs mouth fastens over your pussy and you arch in Satoruâs hold, whining with every wicked flick and suck of his warm tongue. Your arms tangle back around Satoruâs neck, nails scratching down his skin, knotting in snowy hair already melting with sweat.Â
âBe a good boy and make her cum, Sugu. I want our girl nice and loose when we fuck her.â
This isnâtâyou never imagined this is where youâd end up, in Satoru Gojoâs bed, an electric hum from the frat party below thumping through the walls, pounding the floor.Â
When you signed the form to have an upperclassman mentor, you pictured a few lackluster coffee meetups and texts about class schedules. Something moreâŠcasual, cursory, trivial.Â
Only Satoru Gojo is none of the above.
Day one he sunk his fingers into you, charming and carefree, with a pride only the most popular name on campus can muster. The whole year has been a blur of gentle loopings of his string around you until you trusted him. And you do, especially as his strong fingers press into your rib cage to keep you from squirming away from Suguruâs mouth.
Every walk to class with his arm around your shoulder, every late night text with just a little too much innuendo, every party with his fingers toying just a little close to the edge of your skirt. Itâs all been building to this.Â
âTold ya I had the best end of year present~,â Satoru sing-songs in your ear.Â
Neon lights pulsate purple, long black hair catching and reflecting every strobe as Suguru leans in deeper, muscular shoulders rolling as he presses his nose to your clit. He groans in some sick mixture of pleasure and annoyance at Satoru.
âWhose name is she going to scream out? Yours or mine?â The man between your legs is toying with fire.
âOr mine?âÂ
Your heart kickstarts in your chest at the new voice ringing in your ears, baritone and slicing through the heady room.Â
âAh, Nanami! Didnât expect you to respond to the group text.âÂ
Satoruâs voice is still so playful, like he doesnât have you open and vulnerable and trembling in his lap. You cling on to him tighter, jumping and gasping as Suguru slides his tongue over your swollen clit.Â
âWell,â Nanami looks directly at you, through you, shutting the door behind him, âthis year your little pet is especially pretty.â
Being Satoruâs fledgling meant Suguru was always aroundâyou know him, feel only the normal amount of embarrassment as he pushes his tongue into your cuntâbut Nanami? Heâs barely acknowledged your presence until now.
Nanami shrugs his button-down shirt over his arms, stalking the few paces to where youâre being held open and eaten. He reaches down and digs his strong fingers into Suguruâs hair, holding his slick mouth against your cunt.Â
âRide his face and make a mess of him.âÂ
Your hips roll before you can even think to stop them, lashes fluttering as you listen and start to grind against Suguruâs face. You can feel his smirk as his arms slip between your thighs and Satoruâs, jerking until youâre sliding farther down damp sheets.Â
Suguru locks his arms around your legs, blunt fingernails digging into your thighs. He sucks on your clit until youâre whining and cooing, all the while being shoved deeper into your pussy by the consistent tug from Nanami.
âAtta girl, you like his mouth, yeah?â Satoru pats your cheek.Â
âAh, y-yeah, f-feels so good, fuck.âÂ
His hot tongue dips deeper in your folds, tip prodding your fluttering hole. He slips in for just a moment, grinning as he teases and pulls back out to smooth the wide flat of his tongue against your clit again.
âOh Sugu, fuck, please, oh god, in me, put your t-tongue back in me.â
âAre you gonna deny our girl? Sheâs practically shaking.âÂ
Satoru lets your head fall to the mattress between his thighs, fisting his cock just above your eye line. The pump of his hand is lewd, already wet from the pre leaking down his slit from watching Suguru eat you out.
Nanami takes one of your tits in hand, fingers mean against your nipple like they are in Suguruâs hair. He rolls the bud between thumb and forefinger, making you gasp and arch into his palm.
âSensitive,â he grunts. âDid that make her wet, Geto?â
âOh fuccckk, IâŠâÂ
âThatâs right, be a good girl.â Suguruâs voice vibrates down your pussy and youâd scream if it werenât for Nanamiâs fingers slipping between your parted lips. He teases them around your tongue, dragging them out so he can use your spit to swirl around your puffy nipple.Â
âOh fuck, oh god, like that, âs good,â you writhe on the bed, your legs squeezing around Suguruâs cheeks.
Your eyes blink open and your vision is filled with Satoruâs long cock, pretty and angry and throbbing in the color-changing lights.Â
Your body trembles as you come undone, tongue lolling from your mouth like youâre dying to taste Satoru. Itâs a fast, painful kind of pleasure, like Suguru sucked it from your core only to swallow it for himself. Â
He watches the aftershocks of pleasure racing across your skin like a cat not yet done with his meal, your legs still shivering as you pant and try to catch your breath.
Suguru sits to his knees, shaking Nanamiâs hold away with a slight sneer. Heâs tempted to wipe his messy mouth with the back of his hand, but thinks better of it when he catches Satoruâs hungry gaze. He leans forward, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss onto Toruâs lips, letting him taste you. They both groan, Satoru pulling away only to trace his tongue around Suguruâs lips, licking at his ruined cheeks.
âStop doing that before I get jealous,â you pur from below them, tugging at the long hair that brushes Suguruâs back so he will bring his lips to yours.
âJealous?â he mumbles into your mouth, âI just had your pussy in my mouth and you already miss me?â
You grasp his messy jaw in your hand, fingers mean, bruising. Itâs rougher than he expects.
âToru said this is my present.â
âSure is, sweetheart,â your head jerks to where Nanami stands next to the bed, fisting his naked cock, ânow letâs get something else inside you, hm?âÂ
âYou know the rules. I get her pussy first.âÂ
Bodies reposition like this is a dance with familiar steps. Satoru settles below you, smearing his cock through your sloppy folds and grinning when you tremble from how sensitive your clit is already.
âGod youâre fucking soaked. Good job, Sugu.â
All three pairs of eyes are too excited to watch as you sink down on Satoruâs cock, pussy lips bulging at the stretch of him. You suck in his dick inch by inch, time turned to slush, head thrown back and lips parting.Â
Suguruâs hands are eager, gripping your hips from behind so he can slam you down onto his best friendâs cock.
âFuck thatâs so good, fuck, Toru!âÂ
Nanamiâs hand is suffocating his cock, standing still, patient, watching you get used to the bounce of Satoruâs hips.
Suguru runs his nose up the back of your neck, groaning as he paws at your tits, tweaking both nipples until you hiss. He flicks a nipple quickly with his middle finger, smarting your skin. Then he licks a hot stripe up your throat, the length of his hair falling over your shoulder.
Your head lulls back against his chest, âI th-thought youâd be nice to me, Sugu.âÂ
âI am the nice one, princess. Just wait.â
You look absolutely stuffed, belly nearly bulging from Satoruâs thick, intrusive cock making a home inside you.Â
Nanami brushes his fingers over your face, cupping your cheek to cull your attention away from Suguru.
âSo pretty. Youâre a good little slut, arenât you?â
Grabbing his wrist, you move his strong hand on your face closer to your mouth, wet lips closing around his thumb. You suck hard, mischief gleaming in your eyes as you watch his normally stoic mouth open at the feeling. You repeat the action, licking at the digits and moving his fingers in and out of your mouth. You release his fingers when Satoru pushes his cockhead into a particularly soft spot of your walls, making you gasp.
âIâm a very good girl.â
âOh yeah?â You hear Satoruâs unmistakable, demeaning laugh from below. âPut his cock in your mouth, suck him âtil he cums.âÂ
Suguruâs hand splays across your spine and pushes you down, smashing your body to Satoruâs and lining your face with Nanamiâs cock. The new angle of Toruâs dick in your guts makes you mewl, hips rolling and begging.Â
You shift your weight, balancing one hand on the bed so the other can wrap around Nanamiâs cock, silken and hot and pounding in your little palm. Satoru has the perfect view below as you spit onto the cock in your hand, tracing your tongue along the vein lines.Â
âFuck, youâre gonna be messy, arenât ya?â Icey eyes shine before winking up at you, one of Satoruâs hands wiping away a stray drop of spit on his forehead.Â
âDonât pay attention to him,â Nanami grunts and shoves his fingers into your hair, making you look up the muscular planes of his body to his face, âfocus on me.â
You obey, lips sucking at his swollen head before taking the rest of him slowly. Nanami groans as he watches you, ass in the air, cock in your cunt, pretty eyes not leaving his as you slide him to the back of your throat and swallow.
Suguru smears lube onto your ass as you get to work, grinding down into Satoru and sucking Nanami. He thumbs your tight, puckered hole and you moan low and deep around the cock in your mouth. The vibrations tingle down Nanamiâs spine and make him jerk your hair, shoving you into the blonde curls at the base of his cock until you gag around his length.Â
Satoru swirls his thumb against your clit to make your brain think about him again, about the way heâs thrumming into your hole, stretching you so wide you barely notice when Suguruâs thumb dips into your ass.Â
Thereâs nothing you can do but let them work your body, every part of you pulsing and throbbing with this hot, wormy need to be filled and fucked.Â
âFuck her cuntâs so tight, gonna b-bust,â Satoru moves quicker, making you break the rhythm youâve built sucking cock. You pull back to breathe, tongue flattening on the underside of Nanamiâs dick.Â
âSo early, Toru,â Suguru tuts, âIâm not even in her ass yet.â Two fingers now scissor into your tight hole as lube drips down to where Satoruâs balls are slapping into your ass cheeks.
Nanami keeps you distracted, roughly shoving his cock back between your lips once you have enough breath in your lungs. You bob your head, keeping him moist and slick between hollowing cheeks. His impressive thickness has saliva dripping down your cheeks and falling into Satoruâs hair.
Suddenly, your clit is pinched between Satoruâs cruel fingers, with no pleasurable intent beyond his own. You scream and the opening has Nanami pushing his cock halfway down your throat.Â
âOh thatâs it baby, get tight, milk me, fucking god.âÂ
âSatoru,â Suguru bites in annoyance, âfucking hold it in untilââ
âI canât, been dreaming of fucking this little cunt. Canât wait, fucking canât, sheâs too soft and wet andââÂ
Youâre not sure who cums first, you from the blistering force of Toruâs thumb on your clit, or him from the way your pussy convulses and sucks around his shaft. Not that it matters, youâre both whining.Â
Your tongue goes slack against Nanamiâs cock as you feel the thump thump of ropes of cum unloading into your hole. Bliss makes you numb, makes you dumb, easier for Nanami to control and for Suguru to play with.Â
âDonât swallow.â Nanamiâs groan is the only warning you get. His powerful hips go still, cock pumping, before a grunt precedes the salty burst of his release coating your tongue.Â
Of course you listen to him. Thereâs barely any will left you beyond to fuck and be fucked.Â
Only youâre not prepared for Nanami slipping his cock from your mouth and tilting your chin up, making you stare into the rapacity of hazel eyes.Â
âNow give it to Satoru.â
Your heart knocks in your chest, heat fissuring down your spine as if youâre worried about getting in trouble. You stare at Nanami with wide eyes, having to forcibly stop yourself from swallowing in shock.
Satoru gives you a lopsided, fucked out grin as you look down to face him, his hand reaching up to brush hair from your face. He kisses you before you overthink it, forcing his tongue into your mouth until spit and cum spill from the edges of your lips.Â
Youâve thought about kissing him before. Too many times, really, and never once did you picture it sloppy and tangy with Kento Nanamiâs cum swishing from your mouth to Satoruâs. He groans at the taste and you moan as he shifts his hips below you, cock still hard and raging.Â
âWell isnât this just disgusting.â
That voice is new. Taunting.Â
You look at the cracked door, your swollen, cum stain lips parting at who fills the gap.
âFushiguro,â Suguru clicks his tongue against his teeth, âyouâre late.â
âSurprised Iâm still invited since I broke the last one.â
Toji Fushiguro is nearly a myth, a revenant that youâve only seen shadows of in the dark corners of parties. Yet here he is, arms crossed across his shirtless chest, a dark gray spot already leaking through his sweats at the sight of you sandwiched between three sweaty men.Â
âAre you just gonna stand there and stare?â you ask, unsure where your audacity came from.
The smirk he gives you is sinister, the door slamming as he fists his cock through his pants, âMake room for me.â
Nanami pulls you up and off Satoruâs cock. He keeps your wobbly legs steady as bodies move around you, one of his big hands smoothing down your back as if to reassure you. Not that you need it, the headspace of sex is still engulfing you, like a haze all around the room.Â
âI want her ass.â Tojiâs knees sink into the mattress.Â
âSheâs prepped,â Nanami grins, hand reaching down, pawing at your ass, before he slides one of his big fingers into your asshole. You groan at the stretch, a filling pleasure shooting down to your toes.Â
Toji snatches you in his arms, his strength allowing him to tug you around like a little rag doll. His mouth seals over yours with a primal groan, settling you into his lap so his cock can twitch against the softness of your belly. You moan and let him have you, calloused hands groping your sore tits.
âTaste good,â he licks against your lips, âpretty little thing, arenât ya? Toru outdid himself this time.âÂ
He grabs your hand in his, forcing your fingers to wrap around the width of his cock. He helps you pump the shaft, thick neck tilting back when your thumb presses right under his mushroom head and you squeeze along his veins.Â
âSuppose you need another one of these in your pussy too, hm?âÂ
The thought of being completely filled makes you leak, slick sticking to your thighs.Â
Your eyes flicker over your shoulder. Three men are waiting, naked, ready to fill whichever hole you want.Â
You reach first for Suguru.Â
âOh, oh, donât tell me heâs your favorite?â Tojiâs laugh rumbles your whole body in his hold.Â
âNo, I-I meanâŠâ you flush hot.
âHeâs just trying to rile you up, baby,â Satoruâs white lashes sweep to where his cum is starting to drip from your hole, âbesides, I want your mouth next. I haveâŠpayback, in mind.â His gaze cuts to Nanami.Â
Five bodies tango around each other far too easily.Â
Suguru slips beneath you, Satoru stands before you, while Nanami and Toji make the bed groan and creak under the weight of their knees.
Thereâs no pause once Tojiâs hands latch on to your hips, his fat fingers mean and greedy as he pops the head of his cock into your asshole. You hiss at the full feeling, only for the sound to bleed into a whine as Suguru nudges his cock into your puffy folds, pressing until he breaches the first ring of slicked muscle.Â
Your head falls to Suguruâs chest as they both begin to push.Â
The spread is delicious and excruciating all at once, so much pressure in your holes as Toji ruthlessly starts thrusting. Heâs working his way in, grunting, worming his cock until youâre halfway down his thick shaft.Â
âAhhh, oh, oh, âs so much!â
âShhh, shhhh, itâs okay, pretty baby.â Satoru pets your head as your nails rake down Suguruâs arms.Â
âToruâcanât fuck, too full, oh god, god, god, fuckkkk.â
Suguru notches his cock just a little deeper in your pussy, making you weep.Â
âYeah you can, sweetheart,â Nanamiâs talking to you but looking at where youâre being split apart, lip sucking between his teeth. âYou can take more. Promise.â
Not that you have a choice. Toji grunts as he thrusts once, twice, finally forcing his way in deep and smacking his hips until heâs flush with the jiggle of your ass. You scream and youâre sure any music playing in the house canât drown out the sound.Â
âHurry up, Sugu. Or Iâll start fucking her without you.â Toji kneads his knuckles into the fat of your ass, tsking.Â
You do it for him. You press down, down, down until youâre sucking Suguruâs raw cock all the way in so you can feel full.Â
Your walls feel thin, like you can feel the outline of both dicks as they start to move together. Slow, at first, since you whine and coo and reach up and grab Satoruâs thighs like youâre afraid youâre going to topple over from their power. Then the pace really starts, a cacophony of skin on skin and grunts that have your eyes rolling into the back of your head.Â
Your guts are a mess as you finally pick your head up and look at Satoru, tears and mascara streaming down your face as your silly brain tries to make sense of the all-encompassing ecstasy of being so full and used.Â
âGod damn youâre perfect, arenât ya?â Satoru weaves his fingers in your hair, soft and sweet, guiding your mouth to his cock. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, hiccuping every time the cocks inside you slam up and in sync.Â
Satoru smears his cock over your awaiting tongue, popping the head into the softness of your cheek before pulling out and rubbing the leaking slit over your tastebuds.Â
âMhmmm gonna keep you as a little pet, okay? Iâll let you have any dick you want, whenever you want it. Sound good?âÂ
You nod, finally feeling stable enough to reach back and wiggle your fingers for Nanami.Â
Nanami slots his cock into your palm, groaning as your fingers fasten around him and begin to pump along his length.
âNeed some help with that?â Tojiâs scarred lip pulls into a smirk before a suck, swish sounds in his mouth. He spits over Nanamiâs cock, the wet glob sinking between your fingers as you tug and pull his heated shaft.
âNasty fucker.â You hear Nanami mumble under his breath.
âOh yeah?â Suguru snaps out his pussydrunk haze beneath you, one of his hands leaving your thigh so he can curl his fingers over yours on Nanamiâs cock and help jerk him off. âToru can still taste your cum in the back of his mouth.â
Satoru gives you a wink and one last chance to breathe before he pushes his cock between your lips. You moan around him, finally, completely, entirely fucking full.Â
Every hole is stretched, your body aches, pleasure bubbling under every inch of your overheated skin like youâll erupt at any moment.Â
You barely know who you are, can barely think beyond the carnal craving of being full and filled and used. Your hips roll back to match the sinful pace set by Suguru and Toji, your head and hand move in rhythm together as you work for Satoru and Nanami.
Toji fists one hand in your hair, pulling you back and bouncing you against their cocks. Your eyes snap up as Satoru follows the shift of your body, settling his knees over Suguruâs face so he can keep fucking into your hot mouth. You hear Suguru groan as the thick threads of his hair get tangled beneath Satoruâs weightâthough it doesnât sound like he minds it.
âWhat a fuckinâ slut,â Toji sneers and latches his other hand around your neck from behind. âPush deeper, Toru, wanna feel your cock in her throat.âÂ
Satoru cants his hips forward and you open your mouth the best you can, still gagging as the length of him pounds into the back of your throat. Squeezing his thick fingers around the sides of your neck, Toji pets his thumb down the center column of your throat. He can see and feel the dick inside your neck.Â
Drool soaks your cheeks, bubbling around the tight suck of your lips. You hollow your cheeks and press your tongue to the veiny underside of Toruâs cock and let him use you.
Suguruâs cursing, cock plunging into the wet squish of your pussy with every groan. He squeezes his fingers over yours around Nanamiâs cock, both of you moaning at the increase of pressure. Then he dips his hand lower, fingers sinking around heavy balls as you twist your wrist and tug, thumbing the Nanamiâs sensitive ridge.
âShit fuck, fuck you both.â Nanami grumbles, knees faltering until he has to brace himself on one arm on the mattress.
âKento,â Toji grits his teeth, panting now from how hard heâs thrusting into your abused, tight hole, âcum on her ass. Gonna, ah, need more lube.â
Nanami swats your hand away, moving out of your eyesight to kneel behind you. You hear the deep baritone of his groan before you feel his hot cum pool and drip down your ass.Â
âThatâs it, yeah.â Tojiâs fingers smear in the mess Nanami made, coating the base and middle length of his cock with cum as he pulls out, only to push the gooey mess back into your hole.Â
Nanami collapses on his back, lungs expanding as he watches your breasts bounce from below.
âAh, ah, god, ah,â you donât know how long youâve been babbling around Toruâs cock forâprobably this whole time, a garbled, drooling mess of lewd sounds.Â
âFuck, keep, ah, shit, keep fucking her just like that, her throatâs gettinâ tight.âÂ
Suguru takes the initiative to swipe his thumb over your sensitive clit. Your nerves buzz instantly, making your cunt convulse and suck. Youâre close, so overstimulated youâre not sure if any of your senses actually work anymore. Your vision is blurred, your hearing just a thump of music and skin and groans, your fingers numb as you grip both hands into Satoruâs thighs, and all you can taste and smell is his salty cock twitching on your tongue and thumping into your hot mouth.Â
Your sanity is only held together by the push and pull of the cocks inside you. You can feel how both Suguru and Tojiâs cockheads bully past one another, curving and dipping just perfectly into spongey, soft spots you didnât know existed in your body. Your gummy walls are swelling, straining around the double penetration.
âFuuckkk, make her cum, Sugu. I bet this little ass will get so god damn tight and strangle my fucking cock. Fuckinâ do it.â
The way you try to say please around Satoruâs dick in your mouth makes him laugh, a little maniacal sound that makes you burn with need. You jolt your hips forward as much as you can, pressing into the thumb that starts flicking like lightning across your clit.Â
âShit, sheâs already m-making a mess,â Suguru lets out a groan that rumbles your body, sinks into your bones and makes you tremble. Slick is so wet and hot between your legs, making both your holes sloppy as cocks search for bliss inside your tight suction.Â
Satoru suddenly cums down your throat and youâre suffocating, spurting and gagging as he forces you to swallow a few spurts before he jerks his cock from your lips. He fists himself until pearly strings shoot across Nanamiâs chest.Â
âFilthy,â Nanami drags his finger through the cum on his skin, gathering enough to flick toward your tits, âall of you.â
Youâre gasping like youâve been beached, falling down onto Suguru and burying your face in his shoulder.
Finally you reach the peak, the point of no return, your whole body spasming as you cum.Â
You scream and bite into skin, every single nerve ending in your body exploding and firing with ecstasy and intensity. It hurts, your cunt clenching and pulling and sucking around two throbbing cocks. Your body squeezes them together, walls stretched so thin that you can feel their veins pumping like heartbeats searing your insides. Youâre so stuffed, plugged, fuller than you fear you ever will be again.
The choked sounds from Suguru and Toji are divine, four hands gripping and bruising your body to keep you still so they can fill your holes until cum bursts from your seams.Â
Suguruâs hand cups the back of your head, both to soothe and pry your canines from his flesh.Â
âAtta girl, atta girl, so good, youâre okay.â
âMore than okay,â Toji wolf-whistles, smacking his hand across your ass to hear you yelp, âyour little body is fuckinâ spectacular.â
He takes his time sliding out of your ass, more for him than you, youâre sure, so he can savor the last drags of your swollen walls around his shaft.
The empty feeling of your open ass makes you whine, but still you lift your head, sitting back on your heels, moaning as you shift on Suguâs cock. You watch Toji step back into his gray sweats, grinning as he snaps the elastic band low on his toned stomach.Â
âWell, well, guess this one didnât get broken.â He slaps Satoruâs shoulder as he throws open the bedroom door and leaves with, âShe might even be up for round two.â
Satoru rolls his eyes, slinking deeper into the desk chair heâs occupying, spent cock resting between his thighs.Â
âYou okay?â Two voices say in unison, Nanami and Satoru. Suguru has his arm across his eyes, dark hair like ink spilling over the sheets.
âMhhhmm,â you nod, the afterglow rolling over your skin as you manage to pull yourself off the last remaining cock plugging your body. You collapse next to Nanami, face down in pillows that have been shoved to the back of the bed.Â
The group of them start talking, but your ears are ringing, thumping with your blood and the still raging music below the floorboards.Â
âBaby.â Satoru runs his fingers down your back, shaking your ass to get your attention. You groan as you feel cum spill from both holes from the movement.Â
âYou should treat your playthings better, Gojo.â Nanami pats your head and out of the corner of your eye you see him almost smile.Â
âOh yeah? You think you can do a better job? She loves me, donât you baby?âÂ
You nod your heavy head, one of your feet kicking up playfully.
âGive her to me for a week and weâll see if she comes crawling back to you.â
âYou can have her anytime she wants,â you hear Suguru grunt from what sounds like a hefty pat on his chest from Satoru, âany of you. Sheâll be our pet.â
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The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (part 3)
I deadass wrote part one as a one shot. Is this what peer pressure is? I love it.
It would have been easy to forget you, your soul was his anyways so the real fun had already finished. But that pesky video hit most streamed in 24 hours, he couldnât even walk to the butcher without hearing you scream his name from errant phones. Surely there was a way, even from hell, to finish what he started and get you out of his system.
âą part1âĄÌ¶sidestoryâĄÌ¶part2âĄÌ¶part3âĄÌ¶part4 âŁ
tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x reader, smut, soft Alastor, unprotected sex (duh?), creampie, edging a little, feelings, Valentino exists, Vox also exists, literally wrote this split screen with part 2 on the right side so I could line it up right like he does hehe, Alastor has a bad time
tag requested: @astraechos , @thekanrojimitsuri2 , @hoeforalbedo , @crazylazybabyk , @oddball08 , @lovingyeet , @just-trash-yeah-thats-it , @random-3455 , @alicehasdrowned , @des-deswain5621 , @coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic , @doctorswife221b
When Val released, âThe Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrificeâ, it immediately went viral. The website crashed, downloads surpassed his wildest, horniest dreams.
Itâs scary but also hot? âââââ
Eat me Mr. Radio Demon!
Iâve never wanted to be a pussy so much in my life.
The reviews were all favorable, the comments rolling in, it was perfect.
Until Vox said it wasnât. He had seen the video, but figured no one would care about seeing Alastor fuck anything. It wasnât the success that got under his skin, it was the wave of positive attention it brought Alastor. Suddenly everyone was tuning in to his broadcasts, little miss princessâs hotel was busier than ever.
And it was ubiquitous. Every screen seemed to feature Alastorâs breakout role.
âI said pull it, Val!â Vox slammed his hands on Valentinoâs coffee table.
âVox, baby, youâre being really sensitive about this. Iâm literally fucking piles of money right now. Actual piles of money, like, person sized piles.â Val took a drag of his cigarette, âIts good for business.â
âWould you rather fuck money, or me?â Voxâs screen glitched.
Val leaned his elbows on his knees, âThatâs a really difficult question for me and I think you know that.â
âAugh! Val! Think of the big picture! That obsolete dickhead gaining attention means gaining power. And thatâs bad for business.â
Valâs eyes fluttered, âWhat if we like, say it wasnât him?â
Flashes of Alastorâs face fazed in and out of focus across Voxâs screen, your body flipping over, a mess of tentacles writhing.
Val took off his glasses, âOh yeah, thatâs pretty obviously him.â
âWhat is?â Voxâs face splintered back to the screen.
âDo youâ- do you not know youâve been like,â Val used his cigarette to gesture at Voxâs face, âjust straight up playing his porno?â
Voxâs hands flew to his screen, âNo! Fucking shit! What the fuck!!â He picked up a vase and threw it across the room, âWipe it clean off the server! Delete it! Ban itâs fucking streaming! End of discussion!â
Val shrugged, he owned every bootleg distributor in the pride ring. Heâd pull it and up the price threefold for illegal downloads. âWhatever you want, amorcito.â
Alastor was quite happy the video went âundergroundâ of sorts. The first month after you left, he was plagued by the sound of your voice. Everywhere he went it seemed you were screaming his name, every phone and television a conduit for you.
What really bothered him though, was the reaction others had to him. Where once sinners leapt from his path and set theirselves on fire to avoid him, now people winked and waved. It made his skin crawl. When alive, at the peak of his radio show fame, it wasnât uncommon to have fans approach him in jazz clubs. But the decorum of 1930's jazz fans was a far cry from the brazen displays of desire from the citizens of hell.
âPerhaps I should have thought it through?â He mused.
âYa think?â Rosie put her tea down, âWas it worth it, at least?â
He mulled the question over. Worth it? Well, he had your soul. Which is grand. But you werenât even in hell to be called upon. What did he really get from the deal? Alastor brought his palm to his face, already feeling the blush spreading. Rosie's chuckle didn't help. He did get something. You'd been gone a month, and each day he woke up having forgot you existed. And every night he lied down to rest and imagined your eyes staring back at him. Did he want to fight you, or surrender, when he saw that look? When the silk tie had fallen from your face, slipping down your nose to reveal your intense stare...He thought his heart had stopped. For every ounce of resilience in your voice he found a pound of fury in your gaze. What poor luck Valentino had been given to receive you as an offering.
"Too soon to tell." He leaned back, finally dropping his hand.
âWell it seemed you had a good time⊠not that I could see much through the green glow and all that static noise. Really spoiled the climax with that move, Alastor dear."
Alastorâs eyes were saucers, âRosie. Are you implying-,â
âWhat?â She drew out the word, âI thought you werenât into those things so of course I was curious!â
He sighed, âIâm not.â
Rosie pushed the teaspoon around her cup with one finger, âSure looked like you were.â
He crossed his arms, indignant, âYou donât have to have an appetite to enjoy a meal.â
âMessage received loud and clear dear! I wonât bring up the subject again.â She cackled and changed the topic to the latest gossip around the colony.
Another night staring at the ceiling, mind ghosting over the idea of you. He felt like he his sanity was unraveling Leaving his bed, he stepped barefoot onto the grass of the swampy forest he materialized into his room when he moved in to the hotel.
With an outstretched hand, Alastor felt for your connection. He couldnât see it, but the weight of the chain connecting your soul to him sunk into his palm. Curious, he wrapped his fingers around the invisible links and pulled.
With a soft green glow, you rose from the grass.
His breath hitched, he hadnât expected that. âIt seems our deal really did stick, didn't it?" walking towards you, Alastor dropped to his knees at your feet. You were on your side, unmoving.
His head cocked to the left, ears turned in. Alastor crawled toward you, rolling you onto your back and opening your legs. He slotted himself there, âHellooo,â He took your face in his both of his hands, elbows resting beside your ears, âAre you⊠sleeping, dear?â
This is ridiculous.
Alastor inspected your face; peaceful. It was a new sight for him, he'd really only ever seen you in some kind of rage or lost in pleasure. His hand slid down your body, realizing you were in the robe still. He laughed, but realized it was for no one. "Are you really going to sleep, hmm?" He hooked his hands under your knee and brought it up around his hip.
Nothing.
"I'm starting to get offended, dear." He leaned down and whispered into the crook of your neck. "If you don't wake up-" He slid down, the robe open enough to let his breathe ghost over your stomach. He stopped. He couldn't do anything to you while you slept. It was void of any enjoyment for him. Without your reactions, it was just....pointless. While he did enjoy your performance in the studio, he was taught to show respect for those of fairer means. A sleeping partner fell into that category.
He reached beneath you and straightened your robe that had bunched there under your body. Placing your leg back down by your ankle, he began pulling the collar up and closed it snuggly.
He stood there for a second, looking over you. It worked. You're here again. His mother had taught him that the human soul was most vulnerable at night. When asleep, the soul could wander from the body and travel earth and beyond. She even said people could train themselves, and with practice, remember their journeys even after waking.
Kneeling down, Alastor pushed your hair from your face, "Don't forget. What fun is there in that?" The shadow beneath your body shimmered neon green before you were swallowed by inky darkness and Alastor was once again, alone.
After his mother died, Alastor was often alone. Most of his time, really. Well, there were people always around. But they were staff, or hangers-on, or women looking for a comfortable life. They were dancers and bootleggers and musicians. Which was fine and grand. But, they never saw him. He never let them, they never tried. He was the radio host. The great dancer. The southern gentleman. The killer. The cannibal. The deer in the woods. Not a single person ever looked at him on earth and saw him. Which was precisely what he wanted, and manufactured with his wide smile and good manners.
So when your eyes bore into him from that tacky studio set, and he felt suddenly naked in front of you, he knew you were looking at the him. You saw him.
It was worth it. Alastor was willing to admit that to himself.
Over the next couple days, he would randomly try to pull you to him. Through out the day, in different places, he would summon your soul and wait. Nothing. It confirmed his theory, your soul was only able to leave your living body while you were asleep.
In the privacy of his room, Alastor paced the space between grass and carpet. What was this feeling? Nerves? He hadn't felt nervous since he was a child.
But, what was causing him a pause, was if he summoned you and you didn't appear. Maybe it had been a fluke? Maybe for the 7th time in 3 days he would pull on that connection and be left standing there, alone.
Still.
He ran his hands through his hair, trying to regain composure. Finally, he reached out for your ties to him, and pulled you into hell.
He held his breath, unconsciously.
With a glow, you appeared again before him. He was quick this time to approach you, setting beside you and leaning close to your face. Asleep.
"Is this my foreseeable future?" He asked, "Staring at you while you sleep, my doe."
Suddenly, you opened your eyes and met his. Reaching up, you grabbed him with both hands and pulled his face into yours. Your hands ran through his hair as you took him in a frenzied kiss. Alastor froze for a beat, but when your tongue licked at his bottom lip, he was brought back to the moment. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, rolling over yours and reaching as deep as he could. He felt like he could unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. He really could, if he wanted to.
Alastor swung his leg over your body and straddled your hips. "Mon cher, you've finally joined me." His chest was rising and falling with excited breath.
"Alastor?" You tried to feel your body, but it was nowhere near you.
"Don't worry your pretty little head. You're still alive and well. I've merely borrowed your soul for the evening." He looked down at you, and finally, for the first time in what felt like months, your eyes fell to his face.
But today, they were soft and out of focus.
"Can you see me, my dear?" He leaned down slightly, trying to read the look on your face.
"Am I dreaming?"
He chuckled, "Perhaps we both are." With an exhale he wondered if he had been holding his breath this entire time. "No, this isn't a dream."
"I don't understand...but--," You lifted your arms towards him, "Should I say thank you? It was fucked, what happened." Your voice was slow, words a little slurred, "But, I'm home safe and sound now. You did what you promised me. I don't know if I'll ever see you again so...should I thank you now?"
Your tongue felt fat in your mouth, heavy and delayed.
Alastor leaned down over you, "You don't have to say anything." He used his knees to open your legs, and settled there. "Unfortunately, you've become a little worm in my mind." His hands slid under the silk robe you hadn't stopped wearing yet, "I'm hoping if I finally have you, I can...whet my appetite, and return to my normal self." He felt along your hips, hands stopping when he realized you were naked under the thin piece of fabric.
"I keep remembering," you covered your eyes with your hands, "that big hand of yours. And I realize, you never touched me past that."
He smiled, genuinely, truly, "Exactly! You understand the problem precisely. Shall we both have our fill and be done with it?"
You moved your hands to touch his ears, waiting for him to disappear at any moment, "Please. I'm so tired of missing someone I don't even know." He removed your hands, and you held them to your chest.
"My thoughts exactly, mon cher." He adjusted his hips, letting his crotch rub against your core. This was the closest he had been to you since you'd met. It was dizzying, and it felt like his skin was vibrating everywhere it met yours.
A soft moan left your throat, causing his cock to twitch in his pants. Yes, it was you. This wasnât his standard response to such sounds. Alastor sat up, his legs bent and knees at either side of your hips. Taking one of your hands from your chest, he placed a kiss on a digit. Then another. He kissed his way down your arm.
âSo gentle. Weird.â You tried to focus on him, but your mind was still cloudy. The sensations were here but also so far away, too far away, in another lifetime all together.
âWas I not gentle before, all things considered?,â he continued his way down your arm.
You let your eyes drift to the sky, stars watching you from above, âMore than him.â
His mouth went dry at the mention of Val, "I am many things more than him, darling." As his lips found your neck, he took a deep breath. "I can actually take my time now. No audience." He sucked a bruise, and released you with a pop. He presented two fingers to your lips, and without thinking about it you began to suck them. While you were slipping your tongue over and between his fingers, he moved to continue a trail of kisses and nips down your right arm.
"Get them nice and wet." He watched through half lidded eyes as you licked his long fingers. He knew he needed to remove his hips from yours, but the idea pained him. Finally, he took his fingers from you and swiped them over your entrance. Your chest jumped, so he did it again. He tried to push the fingers into you, but the resistance was more than he expected. You were wet, but tight. He let his middle finger slip inside you. So soft. So warm. His shadow tendrils allowed him some feeling but not this, this was something they kept to themselves.
"When was your last time, mon cher?"
Your mind searched for memories still left behind in your body somewhere, "In hell."
"You're in hell now."
"This doesn't feel like hell." You ground your hips onto his palm, trying to get that single digit slowly moving in you to come deeper, to become more. He replied by pushing in his pointer finger, erection becoming painful already as you let out a little moan. Bending them up, he began to make long thrusts past your g-spot. His mouth long stilled on your arm, staring at your face as you whimpered into the sky.
"Look at me."
Your eyes darted to him, half open and wet. Alastor felt his patience snap. Undoing his belt and zipper, he finally freed his cock. He ran his head between your entrance to your clit , gathering your fluids on him to ease his entry. Taking both of your legs, he held them at the ankles and set them on his left shoulder. With your hips slightly raised, he pressed into you.
With a hiss you dug your fingers into the dirt, body tensing instinctively. One of his arms hugged your legs to his chest, the other was now bruising your hips as he continued to push into you. With just his head in, he began fast and shallow thrusts. Every time making more progress into your warmth. The stretch burned, but the feeling of him forcing space into you for himself just made you wetter.
Finally, he bottomed out. He had no sense to still himself, shallow thrusts gave way to long, deep plunges. Alastor's breathing was filling the space around you, mixing with your own. Leaning back, he looked down at where you two were connected.
He withdrew slowly, nearly entirely, and pushed back in. Again. And again. It was intoxicating, how he felt himself melt into you. He'd had lovers in life, but never had he been with someone without a barrier of some sorts. Be that his well placed smile or latex. He'd never fucked anyone raw before. He almost regretted not trying earlier, as the sensation of your walls and arousal sticking to his cock and thighs was breaking him. Watching himself entirely disappear inside you, he closed his eyes. Everything was so hot, so tight, would he disappear entirely? Would he lost in the pleasure your body was so effortlessly giving? Was he the unlucky one?
Alastor pushed your knees up to your chest, using his body weight to hold them down as his paced picked up. You brought your dirtied nails to your own legs, holding on tightly. Desperately you needed something to tether you to the ground, keep you still against the twitches shaking your stomach and chest. You felt with any jolt to your nerves you'd fall off the world and drift into the night.
He felt the build up, his balls tightening and drawing in, he wanted to slow down-- he wanted to bring you there first but he couldn't stop the rutting of his hips. With a whine, Alastor's forehead came to rest on yours, hips smacking into you with a wet slap. "Look at me," He commanded again, and you obeyed. One of his hands came to your chin to hold your head still, "Don't you dare look away."
Struggling to keep your eyes open, he pushed into you with one final, deep thrust. His hands came down now to the ground around you as he pushed you into the grass. Hips stuttering, cock twitching in you. You'd never let anyone cum inside you before, the sensation of heat quickly filling your cunt made you tighten around him. "Good girl", He purred, jaw tight.
He pulled back slowly before bringing his hips down, sweat sticking to his forehead where it met yours. His pace was quickly becoming brutal, a hand finding its way to that little bud of nerves of yours. With rough pressure and hurried speed his thumb drew out your orgasm. When you came, you gasped out his name, craning your neck up to ghost your lips over his open mouth. As the pleasure surged from your center, you could feel your body again. He tried to keep his eyes on your eyes, but the overstimulation of your cunt trying to wring him dry forced him to shut them.
A light shone through his eyelids, startling them open again.
"Wait-!" He watched you get pulled away from beneath him. Before he could react, Alastor was on all fours in the forest, alone. Eyes wide, he pounded his fist against the grass. He tried to summon you back to him, to drag you to him but nothing happened.
He thought he'd gone crazy. Hands came to his head, smile pained as he tried to process what he was feeling.
No.
Not enough.
Too soon.
A growl ripped through his chest. This hadn't satiated him at all. No, he was worse off now. He was starved, he had nourishment ripped from his mouth and he as angry for it. Angry to hell, to Valentino, to the conditions of owning a living soul.
He did not even attempt to rest that night. Taking his time, he had to find composure again. Alastor managed to pull himself together after several hours of self isolation. After his heart stopped racing, after his hands stopped feeling phantom skin beneath them, he calmed his smile and went about his day.
When night returned, he couldn't help but stare into the forest domain. He wanted so badly to bring you to himself, but that want was terrifying. It was overpowering him, and he couldn't accept that.
Another night left, another day passed. Husk found Alastor's cruelty to be growing, his patience giving out at the smallest perceived slight. Angel stopped engaging entirely. Charlie found herself wanting to approach him, find out why it seemed his hair was always standing on end, his eyes sharp. But, she didn't. She couldn't. Alastor would pass through the halls like a raging specter. He wouldn't slow or acknowledge anyone.
He managed a week. Satisfied with his resolve, he waited for when night fell and he was sure you'd be deep asleep, yanked your soul from your body and into him. He felt rabid, like he his brain was catching fire. Finally when you materialized before him, he grabbed your face with his hand.
"My doe?"
Just like before, you stirred, and your hands immediately went for his hair. He pulled back, "Are you awake?"
"Am I dreaming? Alastor?" You looked drunk, mind struggling to process the change in scenery. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he hovered above you, and you pulled him into a kiss. He happily returned it, hands quick to untie the robe you had taken as your own. He wasted now time in getting himself unsheathed and lined up with you, before he could enter you reached out to him, "I wanted to say--- thank you. I don't know if I'll ever really see you again."
The realization made his blood run cold. His mother's stories flooded back to him. It takes training, and time, to remember the travels of the wandering soul.
"You don't have to say anything." Alastor thrust into you, your body tense but not as resistant as before. When he was finally enveloped in you, he could feel himself calm. He didn't feel any need to be gentle this time around. He immediately set a bruising pace, digging his nails into the soft flesh of your ass as he forced your hips to meet his with every thrust. You gasped beneath him, eyes wandering up to the sky just past his head. He'd bring you to climax, wanting to drink in your expression, and to his horror as you choked out his name you were spirited away from him again.
Everyone on the floor heard Alastor's rampage. When Angel ran to get Charlie and Vaggie, they were scared to knock. With a steadying breath Charlie rapped the door, "Al? You okay in there?"
Suddenly, silence.
The door whipped open, Alastor smiling with half lidded eyes, "Why of course. What ever made you think otherwise?"
"The fuckin' sounds of carnage, maybe?" Angel looked past Alastor. The sofa shredded, coffee table in pieces. The wallpaper had been ripped down and torn to shreds. Charlie noticed the dirt under his nails, but Alastor coolly pulled his hands behind his back.
"Can I do something for you?" His tone was cold.
"I guess not, Al...," Charlie took in the damage, "Did something happen?"
Alastor smiled wider, "No," and closed the door. No one saw him the following day, which wasn't entirely unusual but it was weighing on Charlie. When Alastor finally appeared and announced he was going to Cannibal Town, she was elated. A chat with Rosie would surely bring him back to himself.
"I don't see the problem. You've got her soul, you can summon her to you, and you get a little," She searched for the word, "relief. Why do you look so pained, old friend?"
"You know better than most I have no interest in chasing women, Rosie."
"Yet..." She cocked her brow.
"It isn't about the release. I don't particularly need that. I never have." He huffed, the conversation already exhausting him, "When I would kill someone, I was God. Their life was in my hands. I took that power from them."
Rosie clicked her tongue, "And when she's in your hands?" Alastor hunched over his black coffee before remembering himself and straightening his back. "I've never seen you like this before, hun. You've got it bad, huh?"
"Personal connections like this, Rosie, are dangerous. I lost my self restraint entirely. It's a weakness." He fought to regain his smile, never knowing who could be passing by.
She tutted him, "Oh no, that's where you're wrong. The difference between a strong man and an unstoppable man is having something to care about." Rosie leaned over and set her hand on top of his, "Imagine you walked into Val's studio right now and found her like you did a couple months ago. How would you react?"
His stomach wretched forward, if he saw you today, hanging from the ceiling? The stench of Valentino's cigarette smoke clinging to your hair, the marks where his hands had made contact with you? His hand under her's tightened, claws leaving marks into the wooden tabletop. "Do you feel weak right now, Alastor?" The hair on his ears was standing straight up, his now black eyes met hers, "You sure don't look it."
Heâd remembered hearing something similar before from Vaggie. Could it be true? It was a precarious ladder. If he let himself be close to someone, then the person is in turn close to him, then that person knows him intimately, and thenâ they are a walking soft spot. Someone could take them and torture them for information. Or, hurt them to hurt him.
But, who would dare? A fire rose in chest at the thought. What was the point of power if he couldnât have what he wanted? If he had to answer to others about his desires? To pursue strength and status was what he wanted but if that strength didnât afford him freedom than what good was it, really?
"I say, not that you asked," Rosie smiled and withdrew her hand, "Could be nice to have a little company now and then. Plus, better than waiting 60 years or something for her to just die." She shrugged, "Now, eat. You look like a shit."
Rosie had a point, while your existence was fragile, it was still available to him.
For awhile, he would call you nightly. Alastor would fuck you into the grass, beneath the trees, under the stars. He learned your orgasm would wake you, and he would draw it out as long as he could. He'd edge you for hours, watching you sob for your release. Slowly, your consciousness became more and more solid during your meetings.
To his relief, his hunger for your presence calmed over time. He could handle a week or even two without sharing your company, and he noticed each time you seemed to recognize him more. You'd participate more, moan louder, scream his name and squirm from the pleasure. He relished trapping you underneath his wide shoulders, pulling you onto his lap as he fucked up into you.
He wasn't fond of the few times he summoned you and you were already wet, or smelling of cologne. He'd tease, "Lonely?" and when he'd fuck his back cum into you before helping you chase your own orgasm, he'd remind you, "You're mine, little doe. No one can replace me." And he'd feel his chest swell. Others had your body for the night, but your soul was his forever. With every meeting, he felt more like himself. And the nights you were screaming his name in the forest, and his horns were looming over you as he marked you over and over as his, he felt powerful.
Some nights, he'd call you to him to just let you rest. He'd enjoy a book, or some jazz over a meal, while you lied quietly in his bed.
The days he pulled you into hell and your hair smelled of the trees, of sweat and dirt, he would be gentler. He could feel the ache in your muscles, the tan on your cheeks, and sent you back.
One such night came, where he of course took your chains in his hand and tugged. But this time, when you arrived, your face was painted with anger. You were asleep still, and even when he whispered to you, you didn't wake. You were having a nightmare, from what he could tell. He took you to his bed, and let you settle.
You stayed there until waking up again in your bed.
And every night that week, he'd bring you to his bed and go about his tasks while you fought some demons in your head. He'd never seen you have a nightmare, and began to wonder if something was happening in the overworld.
Alastor was enjoying a deer carcass in his room, humming softly to himself, when a green light erupted on the floor.
He was well aware it wasn't night anymore, and that he hadn't brought you here. With a soft smile, he left his meal and approached the light. Slowly, your body rose from the darkness there. Not just your soul.
When you looked up at him, a smile on your lips and two small doe ears on your head, he grinned, "Did you miss me terribly, my little doe?" He offered you a hand up, "Welcome home.â
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Beelzebub and Mammon made their presence very well known when they entered the living room, with heads held high and chests puffed out proudly. They were a little sweaty and disheveled but strangely upbeat. Beelzebub was clearly concealing something behind his back. Mammon had his nose pointed so far up, it was almost a challenge to the Avatar of Pride's moniker.
You looked up from the couch and asked, "What's up, guys?" Feeling for all the world like a kindergarten teacher about to play a game with their students.
"We got you something," Beelzebub said with a pleasant smile. It was almost entirely drowned out by Mammon's loud boasting.
"You won't believe what I found. You're 'bout to be real grateful, so get our praise ready."
They plopped down into seats on either side of you, Beelzebub careful not to jostle the mystery in his hand.
It wasn't every day they made a big deal out of giving you something. Normally, they'd just do it. Your interest was piqued. "What is it?"
They smirked at each other. Both demons wanted to drag out the suspense, but were also too impatient to wait much longer. Still in their school uniforms, they probably rushed straight home as soon as they procured their present. After grinning for several prolonged seconds in self-satisfaction, Mammon snapped his fingers dramatically. "Show 'em, Beel!"
Beelzebub placed the gift in your lap as if it were made of the finest glass.
It was a potato.
"A human world potato," Beelzebub explained, as if there was any doubt.
"Ya don't see this in the Devildom everyday. We thought you'd like a human treat every once 'n a while."
It was green and wrinkly, with multiple spuds sprouting out the top. It looked like somebody had dropped it behind a shelf and found it months later through smell alone. It was impossible to discern if it had been washed recently or if, at this point, the slimy and moist texture was just this tuber's natural state of existence.
Two sets of eyes filled with anticipation were locked on to your face, scrutinizing its every move. They were waiting for their shower of praise. You forced an awkward smile and laughed with strained excitement. "A potato! Wow, thanks guys!"
"What are you gonna make with it?" Beelzebub was eager to know.
"I'm not sure." You gazed at the gift. You kind of wanted to fling it off your legs before your skin started crawling. Though, you couldn't insult the brothers after their hard work. It was time to start lying through your teeth. "I'm so touched. Really. That you went and got... this potato for me. I kind of want to keep it as a memento!"
Mammon waved his hand to dismiss your idea. "Nah, don't hold back! I paid a pretty hefty sum to get a hold a' this, y'know."
Your heartstrings twinged with guilt. To avoid stirring Beelzebub and his endless stomach, Mammon leaned over towards your ear. "Fry it, bake it, boil it. It's all yours," he whispered. "'Long as you're happy, yeah?"
You were not happy. Every day with these demons brought a fresh source of stress. At least you were never dull.
"Solomon once said that green vegetables are good for humans," Beelzebub revealed.
You twirled your head around so fast that you accidentally bumped Mammon in the nose and asked, "You actually took food advice from Solomon?"
"Only after Belphie confirmed it," he clarified. So they did do their research.
While that was usually true, this was an incredibly unfortunate exception. You could not bring yourself to consume the sad green potato. You needed a new idea.
"Can human plants be cultivated in the Devildom? I want to plant this, and then we'll have more potatoes we can all share." The wet sensation on your leg only grew more unpleasant and you wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. "Let's go plant it out back and see."
The siblings began talking over one again again, saying, "My human's got a heart of gold" and "I'd like that" while squeezing you with bear hugs from either size. It jostled the potato and you feared it would start leaking more.
"Let's go, let's go!" you ushered, eager to give this old vegetable a proper burial. You could vaguely hear Mammon brag to his younger brother, "I told you this was a great idea, they're gonna be thankin' us for weeks," as you raced towards the doorway.
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Hii! I saw your requests were open and I thought I'd give you a hc/fic idea:
The brothers (or whoever you'd like to write for) reacting to Mc using their shampoo/ soap in the shower for whatever reason ^^
I hope this makes sense to you lol, anyways I hope you're having a wonderful day/night, don't push yourself too hard, and drink water!! You can also take any creative liberties you seem fit, or if you decide you don't want to write it I won't be offended ^^
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Thank you so much for the request!! This is absolutely adorable, I hope everything is to your liking, Have a great rest of your day/night !! Genre: fluff Ship: Reader x brothers + Diavolo (individual headcanons) TW: clingy demons, minimal cussing, no use of readers' pronouns, second-person pov
When You Use Their Shampoo
Stepping into the shower, You were greeted with the nice hot/cool water raining from above, Going to start your routine, You reached for your shampoo bottle only to find it empty! Looking around you spotted his shampoo and conditioner, surely he wouldnât mind⊠right?
Lucifer
100% smells it on you no matter how little you used
Wonât tease you in public but as soon as yaâll are alone? Ho ho, heâll never shut up about it
Smug, the definition of smug
You had to go and inflate the ego of The Lord of Pride even more
Very possessive afterwards
Congrats, You know have a scary guard dog demon!
Mammon
He probably wouldnât even really notice at first
Heâd probably compliment how good you smell, Then would slowly realizeâŠ
Great, Now he's yelling gibberish while his face slowly gets redder and redder
âYouâre gonna give me a heart attack, donât do that to me!â But will become very clingy
If you say his shampoo smells good, he may lose his mind.
âWell of course ya wanted to smell Like the great Mammon!âÂ
Levi
Poor awkward nerd
He never saw this coming
I think he would realize you used his shampoo but wonât say anything
Flustered to the max
You have broken him
Levi.404 has stopped working, please reset.
After like the third day, Youâre gonna have to bring it up
Secretly really likes it, Wonât tell you that though
Satan
I think he is very picky about scents so he knows as soon as you walk into the room
A little bit of a tease, asking if you were trying out a new shampoo
Smug 2.0Â
He would tease you a little bit around the others but not bad
He would flood you with compliments, You using his shampoo would make him very lovey-dovey
Expect him to ask for yaâll to just use the same stuff from now on
Asmo
Oh honey, he knows.
He knew before you even got out of the shower.
But that doesn't mean he's any less excited!
Better plug your ears because he will let out the loudest squeal known to mankind
Seriously, Lucifer may come and check on yaâll helicopter mom
Asks what you do and donât like about it
He just wants you to feel as fantastic as he does when using it
Everyone will know you used his shampoo, He brings it up in every conversation
Would also 100% ask you to use his bath products 24/7
Beel
Now Beel has never been really into insane products like Asmo or Luci
So he may not really recognize it at first
If you decide to tell him, This man will become a happy demon puddle
Heâll give you a big smile and tell you youâre free to use any of his stuff at anytime
We donât deserve Beel
Will bury his face into your hair and just stay there
Takes you out to Hellâs kitchen that night just because he loves you so much
Belphie
Oh this little shit
Tease! He wonât quit bragging!!
Smug 3.0
Such a brat about it too, He wonât let anybody near you, Well of course heâd let Beel, but who wouldn't?
He has practically locked you up in the attic with him
Why go outside when yaâll can cuddle?Â
Diavolo
Has really expensive productsÂ
He may even have a custom scent
If so, Heâll know instantly that youâve used his shampoo
Heâll bring it up with a large grin on his face
When you confirm his suspicions, heâll just laugh
Heâs so happy yaâll are close enough to share things like that, You have no idea!
He may make a sly comment to Barbatos or Lucifer just because heâs a little possessive
Will follow you around like a lost puppy, Now Barbatos is mad at you because even less of his work is done
He canât help it! He just loves you!
Will be the third on my list to offer yaâll to just share bath products
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this has been sittin in my drafts for so long lol
chewing my fingers off like bubble gum thinking about childhood best friend katsuki scaring off all the other guys he thinks have a crush on you bc in his mind youâre already dating. (heâs also too shy to ask you out.)
in his defense, youâve been together for so long you might as well be dating. katsuki prides himself in the fact he knows quite literally everything about you : how you like your eggs, what you like on your toast, your favorite tv show and movie, not to be confused with your comfort movie, which he also knows. your exact order from the coffee shop down the street from your apartment complex and your favorite flavor of chapstick. he knows all of these little things and even other insignificant facts by heart, but heâs so proud of the fact that those other pricks could never know you better than he does.
he bets those losers who ogle you like cavemen donât even remember your name, lest they even know it in the first place. just thinking about you dating anyone that isnât him makes him grimace, has him gritting his teeth nâ veins popping.
he damn near acts like your boyfriend too and itâs definitely not by accident. katsuki knows he wants you and he wants youâand others to know he does, too. he walks you to and from class, drapes his arm around your shoulder, makes you lunch and heâs overall just very clingy. youâve had to explain multiple times that he in fact was not your boyfriend, much to your chagrin. (and his too) simply claiming youâre really close because youâve known each other since you were in diapers. katsuki calls bullshit, ever since he was 5 he knew you were the one for him. heâd go around telling your parents youâd get married when you both grew up and he sure as hell plans to keep his word.
and katsuki knows itâs bad, he knows he shouldnât, but he waits for the guy he seen you talking with after school. heâs been talking to you more often, even offering to walk you to class, so fuckinâ chivalrous. thankfully for him, you didnât seem to like him much.
âhey.â he grunts, placing a hand on the guyâs shoulder, watching his face contort as steam comes out of from under his hand âyn doesn't like you, fuckface. so i suggest ya back off anâ quit whatever the fuck youâre tryinâ to do with her.â heâs gripping onto his shoulder harder unconsciously and the guy tries brushing him off, sputtering and desperately looking for an excuse and katsukiâs having none of it. âlisten.â he growls âcut the bullshit. i know you want her, can tell from a mile away ya fuckinâ do.â he snarls, lip curling up in disgust â but do that shit from a distance, fâ i see you lookinâ at her like that again iâll knock your fuckinâ teeth in."
he shoves the guy away and heâs already off like nothing happened. heâs already wasted enough time with this loser and he canât wait to see you because tonightâs movie night and he knows youâll just watch your favorite movie for the umpteenth time, but he really couldnât care less, whatever makes his baby happy.
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yet another drabble about dad!logan because iâm watching the wolverine and love sick over this man!
obviously logan is a girl dadâŠas we seen many many many times. i can definitely see him wanting a BIG family, once you got him started and heâs seen you pregnant with HIS child? oh, that motherfucker will BECOME a mother fucker. heâs like a rabbit with you, constantly on you.
the one thing i keep picturing is the two of you setting up the nursery together. he obviously did the heavy lifting and painting, which cause a fight between the two of you constantly. âim pregnant, lo. i can do somethings, ya know?â âi know, bub, why donât ya set up the library while i finish putting the dresser together?â itâs all about compromiseâŠin some way? but the two of you spend hours in there together, trying your hardest not to lose your mind over ikeaâs confusing directions and the missing screw that fell somewhere in the room. logan is trying not to lose his cool in front of you, mumbling under his breathe. but you know once you leave the room, he shouts swears and knocks the boxes over. it makes you laugh as you grab waters in the kitchen. but once the nursery is done, you two are so exhausted you fall asleep on the floor using the babyâs new pillows. though it was sort of uncomfortable, you two felt content knowing that the room was done and your baby would be here soon.
but your first kid is a girl, his heart swells when he sees you holding this perfect bundle of joy thatâs a perfect combination of the two of you. but you swear a tear leaves his eye when that beautiful baby girl opens her eyes and they look exactly like yoursâŠlogan never had a favorite color before until he looked into your eyes. and now he gets to see it even more through your daughter. you knew logan was protective over you, that was a given. especially since you were pregnant but once the second his daughter came into the world, you couldâve swore he took over the role of mama bear. he would hover over ANYONE that touched them, made sure they washed and sanitized their hands multiple times, he would even ask people if they were feeling sick before they even entered the room. you had to convince him people didnât need to wear a mask and gloves in the hospital room. but once the team met baby wolvie, he felt at ease. a little prideful showing off your guysâ daughter, actually showing off his smile to show just how happy he is.
heâs definitely going 10 mph on the drive home, cursing under his breathe at people beeping and swerving around him, not wanting to yell in front of the baby. âlogan, you can speed up a little bit. sheâs not going to fly out of her car seat.â âstop being a backseat driver, would ya hun? i got this.â âwhatever you say old man.â
the first night was obviously tough with the baby crying and making a fuss over everything. you cried, logan held you, you both were frustrated and upset. it was tough, you knew it wasnât easy but holy hell this was shit. but you had that support system, the man you loved helping and comforting you. but once that sweet baby girl settled in your arms and finally slept longer for an hour, you both gave each other a tired smile as he kissed your head. âyouâre glowing, mama. absolutely gorgeous.â âshut up, i know i look like shit.â âshut the hell up, why would you say that?â âbecause you look like shit, papa.â you both laugh and pass out on the couch, receiving the best sleep ever in each others arms. until the baby monitor goes off less than two hours later.
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how the brothers react to you listening after they were interrupted I Lucifer & Mammon
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Lucifer
He was a demon whose presence alone can catch a whole roomâs attention. You can easily spot it from how he displayed himselfâan epitome of perfection.
But alas, it wasn't always as easy to be heard when it came to his brothers. It seemed as if the only time they'd actually do so was when it felt like the whole Devildom could hear his booming voice. But who can blame them, there are 7 of them living under one roof after all.Â
It was dinner time and he was in the middle of talking about an encounter with a rowdy demon when was interrupted by one of his siblings. This then prompted another response from one of them to another, and another until it was all just a cacophony of unintelligible talking. Each time he'd try to continue, his efforts proved to be futile, being once again interrupted. He eventually ceased trying altogether and opted to just listen, knowing full well he'd never get to finish. At least thatâs what he thought.Â
He looked across from him to meet your eyes. They weren't bolting about trying to keep up with the conversation of the others, they were set on him and only him. "Don't stop now! What'd you do?" you asked.
It felt nice, to say the least. He could not deny the warmth that had spread in his chest, knowing his once-shot pride was slowly being mended back together. Although heâs not surprised, considering how youâd happily lend an ear to listen whenever heâd talk about his exhausting daysâthis instance being no different.
As per our request, he continued on, the incomprehensible chatter fading into the background. The two of you would be in your own little bubble, with Lucifer telling tales as back as hundreds of years ago. Not too long after, his brothers were fascinated as well, enjoying the sense of nostalgia his tales brought. It all eventually ends with only the two of you still at the tableâyou being left in awe and Lucifer feeling a sense of being appreciated as well as appreciating you.
âI hope you found my stories enjoyable, My Love. If you wish to hear more, I'd be happy to humor youâ
âI don't know how you'll be able to beat that one time when you and Mammon switched bodies for a whileâ
He clamps a hand over your mouth before you can add further salt to that memory of his.
âShshshshsh. Some stories should never meet the light of day againâ
Mammon
Itâs not uncommon for the second born to be drowned out by his brothers. He typically just sulks and adds to the conversation by providing sounds of protest and agreement, but he never gets to fully share with the group.
Despite this, it gives him comfort that thereâs at least one person who he knows would hear him even in a place as loud as the HoL.Â
In the midst of the chaos, he felt a light tap on his hand. Looking up, he found you staring at him with curious eyes. "What happened next?" you asked, accompanied by a tilt of your head. If he was being completely honest, he was just trying to show off to his brothersâ not really expecting someone to actually care which caught him off guard. Now that he did catch someoneâs attention, he of course had to sprinkle in some exaggeration, no? He's not called The Great Mammon for Nothing.
He enjoys the feeling of having a spotlight on him. Your spotlight to be specific. He liked hogging your attention like the greedy little gremlin he is, and heâs not afraid to admit it. Heâd start to ramble and would have a mix-match of different topics, jumping from one to another totally unrelated story.Â
In the chance that you were sharing something at the table and get interrupted by one of his brothers, he doesnât hesitate to immediately cut them off, no matter what you were about to say. He didn't even realize he did itâthe action merely feeling like a knee jerk reaction to him.
"Oi oi oi! Shut yer traps for a minute will ya. MC was in the middle of somethingâ
â...I need to go to the bathroom?â
âTell us more" He said, the ends of his hands meeting as if in a prayer pose.
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switchin' the positions for you, osamu miya
pairing osamu miya x f!reader word count 2k synopsis osamu miya says you've got a lot to learn, rookie, and he's more than happy to teach you. content contains creampie, pet names (baby, good girl), slight praise kink (reader receiving), fwb to lovers, multiple positions, tennis player!reader author's notes to the requester: you know who you are, girl. give the masses (me) what i want: you to become a writer!!!
âFuck.â Osamu hisses out the word like it burns to have it escape through his gritted teeth. âDâya like that, baby?âÂ
You canât give him a coherent answer; itâs kind of hard to hold a conversation with him when heâs got you sitting all snug on his lap, cockhead hitting that special sensitive spot of yours that you never knew you had until you start your little arrangement with him. You donât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that heâs the only person capable of reducing you to a hot, whiny mess but when you instinctually tighten up around his cock, he lets out a soft, smug laugh.Â
His warm breath tickles your ear when he leans down to tell you, âTold ya Iâd teach you a thing or two.âÂ
You try to tilt your head back so your eyes can meet his. You donât like looking up to people, but Osamu is just so big. Youâre sitting on him, pussy clamping down on his fat cock thatâs buried snugly inside of you, your back pressed against his muscular chest. The man owns a restaurant; surely hauling all those massive rice bags couldnât have possibly given him this figure. You want to make a face, let him know that his âI told you soâ is not appreciated, but when he makes eye contact with you, he gives you a smirk â a warning. A split second later, he thrusts up, and you canât hold back your moan.Â
He did that on purpose, you think to yourself. Heâs always baiting you, always waiting for the right moment to catch you off guard. Youâre a favorite to win the Japanâs Womenâs tennis tournament; no one catches you off guard.Â
But when youâre out on the road, traveling with your team, and your starvation-induced tantrum leads to your coach making a pitstop to some hole-in-the-wall restaurant named Onigiri Miya, you learn that it is possible for someone to trip you up.Â
âSo youâre the girl with the killer serve,â is what he says the first time heâs taking your order. âYou donât look like much of a killer to me.âÂ
Youâre pissed, hungry, and still upset over hearing the menâs team talk about how you look good in your skirt and should consider modeling for Sports Illustrated instead of trying to make it big in tennis. Youâre frowning when you tell him, âAre you the owner of this restaurant?âÂ
âYep.âÂ
âDoesnât look like much of a restaurant to me.â In hindsight, maybe you shouldnât be rude to the man handling your food.Â
âItâs up and coming.â He says, eyes looking you up and down in a way that makes you suddenly very, very hyper aware of how fitted your top and how short your skirt is. Heâs not ogling you; heâs sizing you up. Like youâre a challenge. âItâll look it soon enough.âÂ
You like a good challenge.Â
When you come back the next week, high off your victory, you walk through the doors of Onigiri Miya, smug and prideful.Â
The feeling intensifies whenever he tells you he saw your game, but youâre immediately dissatisfied when he hits you with a, âYa still got a lot to learn, though.âÂ
Your first lesson? Taking three of his thick fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy as your back is pressed against the wall of the storage room of Onigiri Miya. Thereâs only one single light bulb flickering in the darkness of the pantry, but you donât focus on that. Instead, you focus on the searing heat from between your thighs, too eager to chase after pleasure to care about the fact that youâre so wet, you can hear every thrust.Â
Youâre so close to cumming, you find yourself moving your hips upwards, trying to bring yourself to release even faster. He immediately stops his ministrations, making an annoyed sound of clear disapproval.
âYou need to learn how to stop beinâ so damn greedy.â His words come out as a raspy whisper, and when your walls involuntarily clench around his fingers, thereâs a small noise that seems to come from the back of his throat. Heâs holding himself back.Â
Somehow, the fact that you have a strong effect on him as well makes you so pleased, you find yourself gripping his shoulder as you disobediently grind against his fingers yourself, letting out a loud whine as you cum all over his hand.Â
With heated cheeks and heavy breathing, you let Osamu Miya know that being greedy is what makes you such a star player. You donât get by with just taking whatâs given to you; everything, from points on the court to a more-than-satisfactory orgasm, is yours for the taking.Â
You donât expect him to just smile at your prideful remark, and you certainly donât expect him to remove his fingers from you, hold them up to the light so you can both admire the way his index, middle, and ring fingers are glistening with your juices, before he licks the pads of them.Â
Is the room heating up? Did the air conditioning suddenly break? You feel hotter than usual as you watch the vulgar display, and you should be ashamed of the way your knees are already weak from hitting your climax, ashamed of the way you have to press your thighs together so he doesnât catch the way youâre already anticipating a round two.Â
âHave a taste, baby.â Heâs grinning, smiling like the damn devil himself, as he extends his hand, brings the tips of his fingers to your lips. You shake your head no, not trusting yourself to speak.Â
He pretends to sound disappointed. âNo?â Then with a shrug and a smug more for me then, he licks the rest of your essence off of his fingers.Â
âI could go for a second helping.âÂ
The sentence barely leaves his mouth before you find yourself parting your thighs to welcome him back.
Through the course of three months, you find yourself being taught various lessons from Osamu. He teaches you to mind your manners and refuses to fuck into you, choosing to tease you with the head of his cock instead.Â
âNot gonna fuck ya âtil you say please.âÂ
Like with your tennis matches, it all boils down to a game of stamina. Who can hold out the longest? His tip is wet and sticky with pre, and you can catch every hitch of his breath as he rubs against your clit. Youâre soaking through his bedsheets, his bed being the only comfortable piece of furniture he has in his âwork in progressâ of a bachelor pad.Â
He practices breathing exercises with you when he pushes himself as far as your little throat can take him. Drool will be dribbling out the corners of your swollen lips, and he has your hair bunched up in a makeshift ponytail, strands sloppily wrapped around his hand as he watches you try to take all of him in your mouth.Â
âYou gotta breathe through your nose, baby. Atta girl, thatâs my good girl.â
He teaches you that you like praise.Â
Heâs more observant than you realize. You can tell from the way he recaps and analyzes your matches with you after a particularly rough game, and you can tell from the way heâll notice if the way he has you bent over the kitchen counter is uncomfortable for you. He knows you like the way he gives it to you hard, sloppy, messy. You have a meticulous training routine, every aspect of your life reduced to a bullet point on an itinerary from your personal coach.Â
It makes sense that his sloppy kisses, the ones that leave your lips swollen, the ones that are less than kisses and more of just messy exchanges of spit, are your favorites. You like being reduced to a wet, boneless, fucked out little mess, and you like it because itâs all coming from him. He has a business to tend you, and you have a professional athletic career, and yet, the world is reduced to his barebones apartment bedroom. No tennis matches, no food truck deliveries to worry about.
Just your back pressed against his chest, the thin material of your athletic tanktop and his tight fitted compression shirt doing nothing to stop the searing exchange from both of your bodiesâ heat.Â
âTold ya Iâd teach you a thing or two.â
All you can do is close your eyes and lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure of having him buried to the hilt inside of you.Â
âYouâre so good for me, ya know that?â You like the way he grunts out the words, punctuating each word with a thrust that has you clinging to his forearm, both of his hands wrapped tightly around your stomach so you can stay still, stay easily accessible for him. âYouâre not just my good girl, youâre my best girl.â
You let his words of praise soak you to the bone. Youâre letting out desperate, high-pitched, needy whines, and thereâs no more holding back on his end. Heâs fucking into you with the stamina and strength that rivals some athletes.Â
You finish first; you always do. You tried, once, to get him to cum before you, but once he caught on to your little scheme, he stretched your body, had your legs folded and sore as he fucked into you almost angrily, like getting him off before you have is something he takes personal offense to.Â
Heâs addicted to watching you cum. The way you canât control your body, your tight, always stressed out body that only seems able to relax when heâs smothering you, his body heat getting lost and mixed up with yours. You fit so perfectly against him, under him, on top of him. When you cum, you tilt your head back, resting against his shoulder. Your eyes look dazed, almost like youâre unable to see straight, but he stares at you, smiling as he realizes that every time you cum, you canât help but search for him.Â
When he finishes inside of you, you think youâre close to cumming again. The rush of hot, thick heat flooding your now-sloppy insides has you whining so cutely, he almost wants to start fucking into you again. But he doesnât. Instead, he lets you rest, gives you a minute to catch your breath.Â
âI donât normally do this, yâknow.â He sounds a bit out of breath, and it fills you with deep satisfaction to know that youâre capable of having this effect on him. Itâd be embarrassing to be beat in a contest of stamina when youâre the professional athlete here.Â
âSo youâve said.âÂ
Osamu is busy with his business, and youâre busy with tennis. The two of you know that thereâs not a lot of room for a relationship, but the two of you are also well aware of the fact that thereâs something more to this than just good sex. Itâs obvious in the way he holds you, and itâs obvious in the way you let him. He wants to cook you good food and to meet his mother, and you want him at all your games, to dedicate your victory speeches to him.Â
âI wanna do this right.â And heâs so sincere when he says it that it makes your heart flutter, gives you the unfamiliar sensation of butterflies in your tummy. âI wanna take you out on dates and for you to meet my family.âÂ
âIâve never been in a relationship.â You admit this to him, even though he already knows. âSo, I wouldnât know whatâs the ârightâ way to go about it, anyway.â You peer up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. âBut you promised youâd teach me a thing or two.â
âYeah?â The word comes out breathless, full of anticipating, wanting, hope.
âAnd I think I really donât mind being taught every once in a while.â
#osamu miya x reader#osamu miya x you#osamu x reader#osamu smut#hq smut#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#one shot#imagine#drabble
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MERCHES !? [HCs]
Multiple Ă Bllk Player!GN!Reader
THEME: You start getting famous in the NEL. You have merches now! How'd they react? Would they buy a keychain? A plushy? Your jersey??
â Reader is part of Blue Lock, fluff, SFW, some of them will be extremely short, they have a crush on you, OOC[?], grammar & spelling errors.
[!] reference for plushie at the bottom.
NOTE: This has been sitting on my drafts for half a year now. Finally decided to finish.
â FT: Isagi Yoichi, Rin & Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Shidou Ryusei, Niko Ikki.
[ Starting ⊠]
âŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹ ISAGI YOICHI
"Cool/Cute!" First thing he thought about when he saw the plushy.
Def buying the plushy. He also looked into the jersey but dropped the idea cuz he's just shy like that.
Silly keychain hanging from his wallet.
Gets all awkward when someone teases him(Reo + CHIGIRI).
âYou got [L/n]âs merches? Can I tell them??!â Bachira was so excited to tell you.
âNo.â
Anyways,
Gets all awkward next time talking to you but pretends it's ok. (It's not ok)
Loves the fact that you're having somewhat of the attention you deserve for being the great player you are.
âŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹ RIN ITOSHI
You really think he's buying it? What a joke.
He is.
Just because you annoyed him to do so, of course.
Just the keychain tho. The idea of a jersey would "decrease" his ego and he thinks that the plushie is a waste of space.
Jokes, he bought the plushie.
Almost died on spot when you mentioned that you saw the plushie on his bed.
BUT heâll kill you if you mention it to others.
Has the keychain on his keys.
When waiting for a bus or something, he fidgets with it.
Likes to start a staring contest with the plushie.
AGHhH ok but he's so cute.
Since you're âimportant or whateverâ(his words, not mine), I'm imagining him taking good care of the plushie.
Ok but he def drowled on that plushie.
Blushes if you ever buy his merches. Like in the Sae scene after the U20; eyes shining and all.
âŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹ SAE ITOSHI
Debated if it was worth it or not.
He means, how lukewarm..
But those keychains are adorable, no?
Yeah, why not.
Keychain hanging out from his phone.
Fidgets with it too.
Ignores his teammates if they ever mention it and glares at them if they push it.
Will not tolerate Shidou.
âŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹ MICHAEL KAISER
Bought the plushie to annoy you. That's one of the main reasons why he bought it.
The other reason is because he actually wanted one.
Has it sitting near the mirror.
Poses and talk to that thing like it's actually someone.
Unboxing time was def something. Smug smile with brows acherd, inspecting the mini version and humming in approval.
Ness doesn't know how to feel about this.
NOT buying the jersey. You're a good player too, his pride is gigantic and would NEVER betray himself.
He may be pinning on ya but that's different.
âŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹ ALEXIS NESS
Bro's smile got even happier when he got the plushie[HE'S SUCH A CUTIE STOP].
Has a jersey somewhere in his closet.
Shy about it.
Keeps everything clean and neat.
Finds it so cute, he absolutely loves the plushie.
Keychain keychain keychain-
Inner child coming alive once more.
Unboxing with ultimate happiness.
Loves you and all but would prefer if you don't know about it.
âŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹ SHIDOU RYUSEI
The moment he heard about it, you can bet he was already ordering it.
Keychain, plushy, or jersey?... huhh.. Nah, he's buying it all.
But his favorite is the jersey.
Would start wearing it as a joke, but then it becomes part of his weekly clothing.
Shidou ordered a GG size plushy and named it "[Lame Nickname]".
Ordered a small size plushy too, and named it "[Lame Nickname Jr. The II]".
Will talk to it like it's an actual conversation when bored or when he wants to get something out of his mind and there's no one around for him to pester.
Not shy about it.
Brags, even.
Makes your and his plushie kiss in front of the whole team hahaha-
Sometimes you're worried about the plushieâs safety.
Bros 100% pleading forcing you to buy his merches so you two can match.
âŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹâŹ NIKO IKKI
Got too embarrassed when buying.
I can picture him with his neutral ass face unboxing the plushy but inside; he's jumping and giggling while he stares at the eyes of the small goofy mini version of you.
Gets quiet the next time he sees you.
Gets embarrassed when spots the plushie looking directly at him.
*Cutely goes and move its head to another direction* /j
Heâs an anime fan; probably and will make a secret collection of those merches.
Plushie sitting at the top spot of his shelf among the mangas or anime merches he has.
Will delete himself if you ever mention it.
If ever hanging out at his place, expect having to wait for some minutes outside his room because he's trying to find a good spot to hide it.
Bro has pride to keep, give him some time.
Lmao. Feels bad whenever the plushie falls off his bed and pets it to make up for it(just like me fr).
[!] Plushie Ref
They're so cute.
#bllk#blue lock#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#blue lock headcanons#bllk imagines#bllk headcanons#yoichi isagi#bllk isagi#isagi x reader#rin itoshi#bllk rin#rin x reader#sae itoshi#bllk sae#itoshi sae x reader#ryusei shidou#bllk shidou#shidou x reader#niko ikki#bllk niko#niko x reader#kaiser michael#bllk kaiser#kaiser x reader#ness alexis#bllk ness#ness x reader#blue lock x gender neutral reader#zzzy:fic
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kinktober day one: daddy kink
>>> welcome to the start of kinktober 2023 with ya girl, kylee. i'm so excited to participate this year, with the following that i have, the friends i've made, and the stories we've all worked on so far. i'm so proud of every writer putting in that work this month!
>>> starring: kento nanami x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: daddy kink-obviously-breeding kink, choking, clit stimulation, marking/ biting mention. creampie, nanami is such a whipped man it's borderline concerning, luv him 5ever >>>wc: 1.6k >>> event masterlist
the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, making you gasp out and struggle for breath. or it was due to the thick hand wrapped around your neck, strong and steady against your jumping pulse. he wasnât like this often, so pent up with need and frustration that kento canât help but rut into you like he was told heâd never get the chance to again. his tanned chest heaves with breath, beads of sweat running in and out of the divots of his body. he looks so stunning like this, the honey blond tresses that you love to tug on so much sprawl in every direction, brown eyes zeroed in on every tick of your brow or âoâ of your mouth. his gaze was intense, and even if you wanted to look away, you couldnât. not with his hand on your throat and every ounce of passion in his body driving into your cunt as hard as he can slam in.Â
âyou take me so well, darling.â he coos, pulling his hand from your neck in favor of pushing your thighs to your chest. he wanted to get a better angle, smiling to himself with a genuine pride as he watches your pretty pink hole swallow his fat cock, silken walls squeezing down on his lengthy shaft everytime it kisses your womb. he canât help but draw well-timed circles across your clit, relishing the sweet gasps and moans you cry out with. your hands claw at his shoulders to demand him closer to you, and he hisses pleasantly at the sensation.Â
âitâs âcause youâre made for me, daddy.â you whimper sweetly in his ear, and heâs almost embarrassed at how your saccharine whisper makes his dick jump, his brutal strokes stuttering a bit. your nails dig into his skin and your pussy clenches down on him again as you say it, and he kicks his pace up impossibly faster. his cock is perfect, hitting every spot just right, his girth stretching you every time, usually abusing your cervix like it is now.Â
it was no secret he loved that name. loved it to such an extent that you called him that more often than his real name or any other pet name one would traditionally use for their husbandâand it started way before you tied the knot. kento nanami hadnât ever particularly felt special before in his entire life. not even amongst sorcerers. he thought his cursed technique was decent at best, and hated seeing talented sorcerers like satoru gojo walk around without a care in the world. nanami never felt like he had a role in life, settling to just live and work his life away. he would go home and watch shows or cook or maybe get into musicâsomething mindless and low effort. maybe one day he would meet some average lady, probably at a market or bookstore if he had to say. then he would marry that girl and be happy enough. maybe even have a couple of kids while he works at that same job and does his best to stay out of trouble no matter the part of his rebel soul that desires to be known, to be importantânecessary.Â
so when he met you, the very personification of trouble, by happenstance, he knew his worldview had changed. you were a light he had never seen before, exquisite beauty paired with a bewitching personality and dangerous wit, he was in love with you before he had gotten your name. it was so utterly unlike him, such a logician and pessimist. he didnât even know how you had wandered in, this location was veiled to non-sorcerers, but kento knew by the looks of you that you werenât supposed to be there. so heâs surprised when he finds himself protecting you, knowing such a little thing like yourself had somehow bypassed the veil had him worried about you, and as much as he tried to tell himself he would be this concerned for any regular citizen that had wandered into a cursed trap, he knows itâs because he wants to be your hero, and he wants to matter in your story, maybe even become part of it himself. and youâre sweet. so darling he canât even comprehend how quickly heâs become entranced by you. you talk to him through the entire mission, unable to see the cursed spirits yourself, you can only follow the tall manâs instructions, and clap whenever he waved you back to his side and straightened his patterned tie.Â
he thought it was adorable, and even though you had no idea what he was doing, quite literally watching him slash through air with nothing but the foreboding sense of evil confirming the things the man named kento nanami told you about citizens and sorcerers and cursed energy and spirits. you praised him after, thanking him for keeping you safe. you bat your eyelashes at him, the affection in your eyes hard to miss. it was as if you thought the world of him, and it put a paralyzing grip on his heart. he had to see you again, and luckily you tucked your phone into the palm of his hand and smiled that same sun-moon-and-stars smile at him before he summoned the courage to ask for it himself. he programs his contact into your phone, but just the number. he hands it back to you, still on the contact page. you giggle and under the guise of flirtatious joking, put him in as âbaby daddy.âÂ
yeah, you were certainly a bundle of trouble. but kento took pleasure in undoing you layer by layer, getting to know you and growing his love for you day by day. the âjokeâ of calling him daddy became a very real theme inside and outside the bedroomâonly paused when in public. he finally had a role in life, the way you shower him in affection and lull that name off your lips is enough to make him feel whole, like every transgression he had experienced up to this point was a destination on the journey to be your perfect man, someone you put all your trust and love into. he felt like the most important man in the world, being by your side was the greatest reward a man like him could ask for. he had more than he had hoped for, but there was still a few goals left on his list, like seeing himself become your real baby daddy.Â
with the way your tits bounce as he fucks into you, cunt squelching and leaking all over the sheets, he thinks this is the perfect time to really try. your sultry babblings of his name prickle goosebumps into his fleshâeither that or itâs from your nails raking over his chest to pinch his overly sensitive nipples. his cock twitches against your spongy spot again, and a loud moan tears from your throat. he doesnât repress the grunt that comes in response, nodding his head to the words that had been on repeat since you said them. âitâs âcause youâre made for me, daddy.âÂ
âthatâs my girl, are you ready to be my little baby mama? tell daddy what you want, angel.â he says, withdrawing from your gripping walls and slamming back in so hard your vision danced with colored orbs, mouth unable to form the words you so desperately wanted to say to him. you nod, feeling trails of saliva slide down your chin, drooling as he brutalizes your cunt. âuse your words, darling, daddy needs to hear what you need.âÂ
âiâm ready daddy, pleaseâgod, wanna make you a daddy for real, iâll give you the prettiest family, i swear!â you cry, the rate at which you spasm around him and claw at his chest tells him that youâre gonna cum again, for maybe the fifth time tonight. youâre so lewd; the sounds you make and the pretty white ring being smeared around by your pussy lips swallowing the adornement back up again and the way your doll-like hands fondle your tits all combining perilously to tip him over the edge.
âi know you are, love. i know, iâll make sure of it, you know daddyâs got you.â he coos, planting his lips along your neck, going back over dark bruises and teeth marks from the night of passion. then his balls tighten and his release spurts into you in long bursts, and he feels your pussy throbs and let a stream of cum spray from your cunt, coating his abs in more of your essence then he had ever had the pleasure of before. his smile is wolf-like, his cock still plugging you full. he wants to take you up on it, breeding you to be your baby daddy once and for all. youâre fucked out of your mind, legs twitching with pleasure as you continue to whine and catch your breath. he watches you, everything about your post-orgasm glow making his heart swell as always. you were effortlessly perfect, it was maddening.Â
he keeps your hole stopped up until his dick softens, and even then heâs pulling your panties back up, kissing your clit over the bundle. he quickly cleans his stomach up and changes the sheets around you, picking you up when need be. heâs still grinning ear to ear from making you cum like that, so many times and so violently. youâre absolute mush, and because heâs such a good daddy, heâll spend the rest of the night taking care of his baby girl.
#kylee's kinktober event#kinktober 2023#kinktober#kyleewritesjjk#kento nanami x reader#jjk x reader#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jjk nanami#kento nanami#nanami thirst#nanami smut#there's more where that comes from ;)
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Completely âAccidentalâ
They walk in on you... (ya know)
Kaeya, Tighnari, Thoma, Xiao x Reader
A/N: i really wanted to write for kaeya/xiao/tighnari and then i remembered it was thomas bday soooo happy birthday bae also vibrators now exist bc a literal teapot that holds multiple realms inside of it also exists so teyvat can have sex toys!
!! SMUT // NSFW !!
WC - 2.3k
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Kaeya A.Â
Kaeya didnât mean to walk in on your most intimate of moments, he truly didnât but, (now that he is here) he canât just leave so soon.Â
It all started because of his nosy curiosity. He had a free lunch and decided to sneak out to you, perhaps take you to a cozy restaurant and have a good meal. The captain never expected that he would find you in your bathroom with a toy between your legs.Â
Kaeya also never thought that he would sneak up on you like this. You didnât hear him at all as he entered your apartment and even now as he stands in your bathroom doorway. He watches with a greedy eye as you run the vibrating wand between your thighs, holding it firmly against your clit as your back subtly arches into the air.Â
The sight of you half out of the bath makes him swallow dryly. He canât help the way his pants tighten at the droplets of water running down your breasts, the man nearly groans. Kaeya needs you in every single way possible.Â
Heâs torn between watching you further and getting his hands on you for himself. For now, he decides to keep watching.Â
The captain tries to ignore how his mouth waters at your pathetic moans, ones that only get higher the longer you keep the toy pressed to your cunt. He has to push down his desires as your thighs begin to twitch, he knows your body too well and can tell when his angel is about to cum.
He canât watch much longer, Kaeya will be damned if you finish without him. Not another second goes by before he reveals himself by settling down beside the tub.Â
âKaeya?!â Your screech is muffled by his lips as he kisses you, eagerly sucking on your bottom lip after placing a harsh peck. Itâs a shame how easily you let go of the vibrator in search of his collar and Kaeya picks up right where you left off. He holds the wand in his fist and copies your exact motions from before. With gentle movements, he runs it up your slit a few times before settling it against your clit.Â
It takes him a while to pull back for air as he instead focuses on kissing you until his chest aches. His tongue works wonders against your own, lightly stroking and soothing your pink muscle. He sucks in all your moans with pride, his chest surging as your grip on his collar tightens. The cavalry captain will have to change shirts after this, the hemline now ruined by your pulls.Â
Itâs when your hand shoots down to his wrist, and your thighs clench painfully tight around his hand, that Kaeya knows he has you exactly right where he wants you. He slows down his kisses now and works you through your orgasm with soft pecks and presses of his lips.Â
He nearly coos at your pitiful attempt of kissing him back.Â
Thereâs something so pleasurable for the man to feel your fingers clawing at his wrist as you beg him to go easier on you. If Kaeya were to treat you kindly, you would have gotten bored of him already for sure.Â
âNo more,â You mutter against his lips before finally breaking free and gasping for air. âKaeya!â Your sweet cries mean little to him when youâre already spreading your thighs once more, giving the cavalry captain the perfect opportunity to overstimulate you. âKeep going-â
As if he had any plans to stop.Â
TighnariÂ
Tighnari, in his resting state, didnât hear the quiet whimpers at first.Â
His soft ears twitch against his pillow as another sound echoes throughout the room but, he doesnât entirely wake up until you accidentally nudge him. Your slight squirms fully awaken the forest watcher as he blinks the sleep, and irritation, out of his eyes.Â
Tighnari glances at you and groans before throwing an arm over your waist, effectively pinning you to the mattress.
âWhy are you awake?â He does hide his frustrations because he knows that you know how important his sleep is to him.Â
âSorry,â Your quiet whisper back makes the ranger feel a little more content. He closes his eyes once more but then you shift your arm.Â
â(Y/N),â His eyes snap open as a dangerous warning leaves his lips. Tighnari all but rips the blanket off of the two of you, fully ready to grab you by your arms and pin you still so that he can sleep. âare you kidding me?â
His body betrays him as he stares down at the sight before him. Despite the anger swimming in his eyes and the flattening of his ears, his cock stirs from how youâre positioned. Something primal surges in his gut the longer he stares at your hand shoved beneath your pajama shorts.Â
âYou were so tired last night that I figured I could just do this myself when you went to sleep,â Your sheepish expression makes the man sigh.Â
âIâm not asleep right now.â He glares and guilt only continues to wrack your body but, Tighnari doesnât mean any harm. His rough hand pulls at your forearm and tugs it above your head, skillfully holding both of your wrists together with one hand while the other runs down your stomach. Tighnari yanks the bottom of your shirt and pulls it above your chest before running his fingers over your hips.Â
He wastes no time in lowering his face and softly kissing the underside of your breast. His touch is hot, causing you to squirm all over. Tighnari nips at your skin in warning as his hand dips beneath your shorts.Â
His lips wrap around your nipple just as his fingers run along your slit and the initial feeling of your cunt makes him momentarily pause. Youâre so wet, Tighnari doesnât miss the opportunity to run his digits up and down your pretty pussy. His fingers find themselves glued to your clit as he circles the bud, applying just enough pressure to have you grounding your hips into the mattress. The moans that leave his mouth are quiet, but sweet, while he dutifully sucks your hardening nub. He flicks it with his tongue before lathering it over and bringing it back into his mouth.Â
With the way he has you in his hands, neither of you ever wants him to let go.Â
âTighnari,â The begs that fall from your lips are in the form of his name, desperately you demand more. Tighnari ignores you and dips his middle finger into your entrance before slowly pressing the digit entirely inside of you. âmore!â
âMore?â Tighnari repeats before biting down on your soft skin. âYou woke me up and now you want more? Iâm sorry, am I not giving you enough already?â His sarcastic tone only makes the fight in your eyes grow stronger and the thrash of your hips matches it. Tighnari rips his hand away from your cunt only to slap the sensitive area with his palm. âYou will take as much as I give you.â
Thoma
Thoma canât find you anywhere. Itâs midday and while most of the Kamisato clan is out finishing their daily tasks, you are nowhere to be seen. The housekeeper isnât questioning your skills or talents, heâs sure youâve finished your work for the day much earlier in the morning but, heâs worried.
Most days when you excuse yourself to go on strolls you always inform Thoma beforehand. Even Ayaka has picked up on his unsettled nerves regarding his beloved.
âHave you checked their room?â She asks with a hidden smile, thereâs a tug of her lips curling upwards in mischief. âIâll be out for the rest of the afternoon, might you check there before freaking out more.âÂ
Thoma didnât dare to think of your room, to try and enter your sacred space. What kind of man would he be if he entered your room so easily?Â
In his heart, heâs a Mondstadt gentleman, he couldnât just do something like that-
âGo check, Thoma.â His ladyâs words are an order, itâs seen in the passive flash of her hardening eyes before she ultimately smiles and heads for the door.Â
He doesnât waste any time. After saying a quick prayer to any archon that will listen, Thoma heads to your door.
â(Y/N)?â The door to your room silently slides open under his touch and Thoma nearly falls to his knees at the sight. Youâre laying back against your bed, thighs spread widely with your hand working your cunt. Thoma dryly swallows and wishes he could see more but your blanket is in the way. â(Y/N)-â He weakly falls to his knees with a thud, mouth wide open as he stares at you.Â
âThoma?â You yelp but are frozen still as you watch him crawl closer. He comes to you on his hands and knees, the most desperate look in his eyes. âWhat are you doing here?â His hands grab your inner thighs, spreading you further apart while he lowers his face to your core.Â
âI-I,â He chokes on his words, forehead dropping to your thigh as he tries to push down his inner demands. The need to swallow you whole for his own selfish desires grows stronger and stronger until he can longer stand it. âI came to find you.â
Your gentle touch, softly cupping his cheeks pulls him away from his internal desires. He watches you intensely and the warm smile you give him, paired with a subtle nod, is all that the housekeeper needs to continue.Â
Thoma wraps his lips around your swollen clit with a moan, a pathetic one that sends a shiver straight down your spine. He pushes you back against your bed, pinning your hips to the sheets while sucking on your bundle of nerves. Despite the arch of your back, he holds you tightly and makes sure that you donât move a single inch.Â
âArchons,â He whines into your thighs, crying out from the mere taste on his tongue. His sweet eyes pool with tears as his tongue licks up and down your clit, flicking it with his muscle. Thereâs a slight twitch of his fingers as he digs them into your thighs and keeps your legs spread apart. Itâs as if the mere thought of being separated from you hurts so he holds you as tightly as he can. âplease,âÂ
He needs your cum on his tongue, needs to feel you release all around him. Thoma isnât afraid to beg on his knees for it and for you.Â
XiaoÂ
â(Y/N)-â The words on Xiaoâs lips die when he hears a quiet moan escape from under your door. His hand hovers above the knob as his entire body runs cold, are you hurt? What if something happened to you?
The adeptus doesnât think as he disregards your door entirely and teleports into your room, mask secured across his face with polearm clenched in his hand. He already plans to tear apart whatever is hurting you, tie them down with a rock and throw them in the harbor-
Oh, youâre alone.
Xiao blinks at your now shocked expression and takes note of your flustered state, thereâs a subtle rise and fall of your chest as you blink at him silently. He internally lowers his guard while his eyes follow the path of your arms down to between your thighs. The slight vibration of your blanket confuses him and before either of you can react, he reaches for it and pins the moving object down with his palm.Â
âAre you alright?â The mask over his face vanishes into thin air and you can finally see the concern and worry in his eyes. Xiao leans over you before gently rubbing his nose along the side of your face. âI thought you were hurt.â Through his gentle act of bathing you in his pure affections, you find it hard to tell him the truth.Â
The little toy buzzing between his fingers ultimately tells him for you.Â
âWhat is this?â Finally, he fishes the object out from your blanket and brings it up to his face. Xiaoâs eyes widen as he stares at the tiny purple bullet and runs his fingers all over the object. He comes across a button but, is more focused on the substance coating it. If you had to guess the look on his face, Xiao looks unimpressed.Â
âThis is yours?â He asks before bringing the vibrator down to your chest. The adeptus walks it down your stomach and toward your thighs painfully slow. You can only nod to answer him. Xiao watches how your abdomen tightens under the blanket and hears how your breath hitches. He rips your duvet off of your body and leaves you bare for him to see. âIt feels good, hm?âÂ
With no more build-up, he places the object right against your clit and merely allows it to hover over your sensitive area. He takes note of how your thighs twitch as you start to squirm, hips now digging into the sheets of your bed. Using his thumb, he presses the button at the bottom of the object and nearly drops it from how strong it has become.
The vibrations shake his entire hand and he can feel it all the way down to his wrist.Â
âWhy do you use this if it hurts you?â Xiao crushes the object in his hand without a second thought but instantly regrets it from the look of horror on your face.Â
âXiao,â You whine and sit up to unclench his hand, all that is left are the crumbled remains of your sweet toy. âit doesnât hurt me. It does the complete opposite,â
Itâs as if it finally clicks for the Yaksha as he looks between your slicked thighs and attentive chest. He lowers his head and tries to cover his face while attempting to hide his shame.Â
âI thought it was too strong, Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay because youâre here now. Youâll do its job!â
âI will?â
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Cuddles of Another Kind = Requested
[Lucifer x Reader x Alastor] - Headcanons
The Request
Lucifer and Alastor doesnât see eye to eye. Full stop. Just look at their rival when they were bantering on whoâs the better dad for Charlie
Now, you. Are you the luckiest sinner in Hell or the unluckies. Itâs up in the air
You blame it on your weak heart to fall for such charismatic demons. Both of them make you smile and laugh like no tomorrow and they live for your smile and laughter. Both of them also make you feel comfortable and safe, something they hold in high regard and with pride
It was somewhat established that you were the apple in Luciferâs eye and the muse to Alastorâs broadcast, with such big figures, no one fought for your attention or affection. When it came to choosing who, you couldnât and surprisingly Lucifer and Alastor compromised
(It was after them losing track of you in the middle of their argument and competition, then you were kidnapped by some mafia that wanted to have the King of Hell and Radio Demon begging on their knees to their boss. They saw that the other wanted you safe and happy, so when it came to you, theyâll bend a little)
You are a physical touch type of romantic, you love touching your significant other some way (not suggestively). Whether it was handing hands, or leaning against them, or playing with their hair
You also knew Alastor loves his personal space and his aversion to physical touch initiated by others, so you would turn to Lucifer for such clinginess (Surely you should have also know Alastor wouldnât mind you touching him!!!)
Alastor: Darling, where are you going? You: Oh, to find Lucifer, wanna cling to them all of a sudden, you know. Those urges to just hug or touch someone. No worries, I won't overstep your boundaries! Lucifer: My beautiful temptress, come to me!
Itâs those times where some playful rivalry would appear
Charlie: The TVâs not working⊠Angel: Mister Smiley is not in the mood. Canât ya heard the static? Vaggie: What happened this time? Husk: No âmy beloved doeâ to hug him, plus [Reader]âs with your dad Charlie: OhâŠâŠ Well, maybe we can cheerâ Alastor: (even more static, they should have been quiet)
Alastor had to tell to your face that he was find with your touches and physical affection. Though it was more like showing you and whispering into your ear. âMy dearest darling doe, why do you deprive me of my affections from your delicate hands. Now you need to double what you gave to that short king to me. Your time and your touches.â
After that it was cuddle times together. You even got a bigger bed from the two of them. So you three can lie there without pushing one another off the bed
Make room for Luciferâs wings! Itâs bigger than all three of you! But so fluffy! His wings act as the big spoon to cocoon you all
To make things fair, you sleep in the middle (obviously) and the boys sleep on either sides. Alastorâs head is laying on top of yours and hugs your sides while Lucifer sleeps on your chest to hear your heart beat, his legs crossing yours
Honestly, you donât need your blanket cause it will get thrown over the bedâs edge by the time youâre awake. So Lucifer compromises with his wings to cover you mostly, the tips maybe covering Alastor
Overall, you can expect your cuddles to lull you to sleep because it was that comfortable and safe, even in Hell and with the most dangerous two demons so close to you. But you know they will never harm you
These cuddles are a privilege to you and you alone
Note: Hehe, headcanons are fun, short and quick~ Thanks for the request!
Circe Y.
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That's just my baby daddy
pregnant hcs with ya favs ( Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru)
AN: when I figure out how to make these posts actually look good its over for y'all fr. I hope y'all enjoy, comments and reblogs are appreciated guysss!
C. Kamo
husband choso who is beyond ecstatic when he finds out youâre pregnant because he wasnât even sure he could give you a child, being ,you know, half curse and all
Husband choso who coddles you the whole pregnancy making sure you donât lift a finger unless you truly want to and even then it still takes a little convincing. he can't keep his hands off you truly, always seeking your comfort. He puts your shoes on for you very early in the pregnancy and never falters.Â
Husband choso and uncle yuji who fight while building the crib somehow making the crib in 3 different ways (all incorrect) before they finally get it together.
Husband choso and uncle yuji who talk to your unborn baby through the stomach. Both sides of their head attached to your belly. They talk to your baby girl for hours even when you fall asleep. Yuji is so excited for his big brother and choso is happy that his brother loves your baby almost as much as he does.Â
Husband choso who has a sixth sense for your pregnancy needs. He wakes up minutes before you whine about a pregnancy craving, making you exactly want you want without you even asking. The both of you donât know how he does it but youâre grateful nonetheless.Â
Husband choso who thinks he could never love anyone more than you until you have his daughter
Husband choso who is absolutely wrapped around his daughters finger in the moment she opens her beautiful brown orbs to stare at him for the first time. He feels his heart swell with tenderness and pride as he looks at his own eyes in female formÂ
Husband choso who thanks and praises you as soon as he hears the strong cry of his daughter
Husband choso who follows you and his daughter like a lost puppy. Not wanting to be without you and especially not herÂ
Husband choso who is actually really great at changing diapers despite having no experience. Changing his mini meâs diapers with speed and efficiency. Because of this, he is constantly on diaper duty, which he always complains about but secretly he doesnt mind. He loves cooing and playing with her hands after.Â
Husband choso who kisses your daughters feet and hands just absolutely in awe that such a wonderful creation is his. His heart flutters every time he hears her laughÂ
Husband choso who definitely cries when he hears the cries of your daughter getting her ears piercedÂ
T. Fushiguro
Husband toji who was scared shitless when you told him you were pregnant. The shitess quickly turned into him shitting himself when he finds out that its a girl.
Husband toji who truly questions who wears the pants in this relationship at this point in time because your hormones have been off the roof. He knew you could be a brat but this new found attitude of yours is truly unmatched. He finds himself listening the first time (surprisingly) when you ask him to do something, for fear of getting his ear yanked down to your height and screamed in.
Husband toji who loves the fire in your eyes as the pregnancy progresses.
Husband toji who doesnât protest but instead hides some chuckles as you chew shiu out for constantly bring him new assignments knowing damn well he has a pregnant wife at home and he canât say no to moneyÂ
Husband toji who shares a beer with uncle shiu as shiu tells him what its like to be a girl dad and live in a house full of exclusively girls.
Husband toji who doesnt think much about how fast and huge your belly is growing at only 4 months in.
Husband toji who gets a little nervous when shiuâs wife tells him that youâre getting huge and she only was that big when she was having twins. He shakes it off though, he knows heâs a big man so it would only make sense right⊠RIGHT???
husband toji who thinks he might faint when a routine ultrasound turns into the sonographer sayingÂ
âHmm I must have missed this the last time but it appears youâre expecting twins! Congratulations!!âÂ
Husband toji who fears being a terrible father especially to girls. You reassure him that he is not what he grew up with. Heâs more than deserving of a happy family and that he will make a great dad.Â
Husband toji who keeps his hand on your belly at all times especially in public. Itâs his effort to shield you and his kids from any harmÂ
Husband toji who makes it a point to occasionally hold you from the back and lift your stomach to take the weight of your back. He figures its the least he could do especially because of his strength. Itâs moments like this where you know he would make a great girl dad.Â
Husband toji who knows heâs a wanted man so he doubled on security and tripled in it on days when he isnât around. Even getting a couple guard dogs just in case. He canât take any chances on losing the best things that have ever happened to him, he already lost so muchÂ
Husband toji who sends shiu and his wife to the house for you on days where his target is being particularly hard to find.Â
Husband toji who has to be stopped by shiu from punching all the men in the room for peaking at his wife in such a vulnerable state during labor
Husband toji whoâs fears of being a bad father dissipate when he holds his girls for the first time. Itâs all clear to him now, he will lay his life down for you and his daughters. He vows would do whatever it takes to make sure you guys are safe and taken care of.Â
Husband toji who now wears a baby wrap always opting to carry one of the twinsÂ
G. Suguru
Husband suguru who genuinely isnât surprised when you tell him youâre pregnant but he sure does put on one hell of an act. It was only a matter of time before the birth control you used was completely out of your system as he switched out each individual pill with a sugar pill and precisely packaged it back to normalÂ
Husband suguru whose heart swells with pride when you start showing.
Husband suguru who wont stop cuddling you and making you the little spoon. He claims its good for the baby and for no other reason but everyone knows its for him
Husband suguru who insists on making sure you have a midwife or doula who stays with you on days that he canât. They are in constant communication about you and your pregnancy. Personally, the doula thinks he bothers you too much but you think its just right and thatâs all that matters. You could never get enough of your loving husbandÂ
Husband suguru who sees the pregnancy glow on you get stronger and stronger. Itâs like his kryptonite. He could never resist you in the first place but it just makes it so much harder to get work done when his beautiful round pregnant wife is sitting on the couch in his clothes reading a book on maternity.Â
Husband suguru and uncle satoru who take turns singing to your belly while you laugh in glee. You never minded how close satoru was to your unborn baby, it was only expected. Suguru and satoru were like salt and pepper (literally)
Husband suguru who makes the most exquisite love to you throughout the whole pregnancy. He makes sure you know you are loved and cherished in any form you are in.
Husband suguru who has thoughts about blowing the whole hospital up if you experience so much as a smudge of malpractice. Itâs his wife and kid for godâs sake.Â
Husband suguru who because of this makes sure he has a team of trusted maternity doctors in the house while you have a water birth. He sits next to the tub with you praising you for all that youâve been through and what youâre about to go through.
Husband suguru who kind of hates himself when he sees that the pain youre in is immense. It brings tears to his eyes even when you tell him that itâs okay and that you wouldnât have wanted it any other way. He still wants to drive a stake through his heart for âhurtingâ his precious wife. Â
Husband suguru who quite surprised when he sees that his daughter has his beautiful violet eyes.Â
Husband suguru who falls completely in love with you again when he sees his daughter latching onto your breast for the first time. He loves the motherly look on you.
Husband suguru who loves having you on his lap and his daughter in yours.Â
Husband suguru whoâs heart has been stolen by his beautiful daughter when he watches her smile and wrap her small wrap around his index finger.Â
Husband suguru who is pleasantly surprised when he reaches under the bathroom counter to see your abandoned pack of pseudo birth control hiding in the corner. You didnât touch it for months leading up to the day you said you were pregnant. he knows you wanted him to see it. He smirks to himself knowing that he has truly met his match and that you are nothing short of the one for him
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