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leiswxrld · 1 year ago

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𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬

pairings: piercer!ellie williams x fem reader

synopsis: your obsessed with ellie williams and have developed a little thing for her but never talked to her well not until you visited the tattoo shop.

warnings: mdni 18+, smut, cunnilingus (r receiving), strap on usage (calls it her dick), praise + degradation (slut, angel, beautiful, pretty), ellie williams is the mf warning, nipple piercings, public sex kinda.

a/n: I’m actually so fucking obsessed with ellie not even a joke, this was also a request from a friend so thanks bae.

credits: @mmadeinheavenn @hitobaby ❥

When it came to Ellie williams, your friends were always the first and last people to hear about how much you were obsessed with her. to the piercings and tattoos they heard it all, you went to the same university and attended most of the same classes but never spoke a word to eachother other.

You were sat in the canteen, laughing and making jokes with your friends whilst your attention turned to Ellie who had headphones in, carrying a backpack as she buys her lunch, sitting herself away from everyone.

Trying to ignore her presence, you try listening into your friend's conversation on her current sneaky link dustin, a boy on the football team who was the goalie star of the team but a total dick, she would always complain how he would be fucking other girls whilst he was with her but she'd managed to go back to him saying, 'it was just for the sex'.

Your head begins to spin, turning your attention back to Ellie who's busy phone in hand and a sub in the other, her piercing green eyes look up towards you, licking the crumbs off her lips not being able to read her unreadable expression before she goes back to what she was doing.

In your deluded mind, you coped up the idea that she might have a slight thing for you trying to convince yourself she'd might actually hook up with you.

It's Monday morning, sat in your lecture a few seats from the front as the teacher is rambling on about a midterm test that's coming up very soon and that everyone should be studying but truth be told you had been too lazy to do anything, staying in your bed whilst watching YouTube. you noticed Ellie hadn't arrived, consciously looking at the door waiting for the freckled beauty to walk through the door.

you tapped your pen against the desk, head in your hand thinking about what you were going to have for dinner later until your completely brung out of your daydream by the sound of the double doors opening, speaking of the devil.

Ellie walks in, hair in a ponytail. dressed in a metal rock shirt with ripped black jeans and black timberlands with her headphones in. she seems unfazed at the amount of distasteful looks she gets as she walks up the stairs in your direction, briefly looking at you and continuing towards the top. the professor continues to teach ignoring her as she writes on the whiteboard whilst talking.

You pretend to drop your pen on the floor, looking behind you to see her sat on the seats towards the right. she's typing on her phone, completely distracted, looking up to see you before smirking to herself.

you freak out internally, feeling your heart flutter a bit as you gripped your pen tightly, humming quietly to yourself thoughts filled with her.

a few days later, your at the tattoo place waiting to get your nipples done. it was a rather last minute decision since you've wanted them for a while but scared because of the horror stories you've heard from other girls which completely put you off at first but then you decided maybe it wouldn't be the same for you.

You begged your friend to come with too scared to go by yourself as you signed the paperwork to get it done. "Girl I'm sure you'll be fine your literally shaking"

you scoff, giving her a dirty look, "If it was you...you wouldn't of gotten them in the fucking first place at least I'm actually getting them done"

she rolls her eyes applying her lip gloss, "I just got my eyebrow pierced I think that’s adventurous enough" you continue to bicker, before a girl approaches you not paying attention before she cleared her throat.

"Y/N right" you look up to see Ellie, the girl you've been crushing over for the past month stood right in front of you and she was about to pierce your fucking tits.

never in your right mind would you think she worked at a fucking tattoo shop but here she was in a tank top, showcasing the variety of tattoos across her arms and neck. you don't remember her being this fucking built but then again you never saw her in uni without wearing punk shirts with a white long sleeved top underneath. your voice gets caught in your throat, your friend looking at you with a smirk as you push her off you, "yeah thats me"

Ellie pauses, looking at her clipboard before looking back at you. "come with me" she says, turning around as you get up from your seat. You follow her, briefly turning around to see your friend who's making sexual jokes as you flip her off.

your nervous, your heart racing as she leads you to one of the many rooms, allowing you to go in first closing the door behind you. "Have a seat on the bed behind you whilst I get everything prepared" she mutters, pointing at the bed as you sat yourself on top of it. you don't think you've ever heard her talk her voice sweet but rugged at the same time as she goes to wash her hands at the sink.

"you've ever pierced uh- nipples before" you quickly speak out, cursing at yourself for your stutter. she takes a second to look at you, not missing the way her eyes stop at your tits before licking her lips. "uh- yeah this isn't my first rodeo so don't worry your in good hands"

she drys her hands, putting on her gloves and sterilising the equipment on the tray before wheeling it towards you next to the bed. "can you lay down for me and lift up your shirt and remove your bra if you don't want me to look I won't" she says, going to turn around before you stop her.

"No its fine you'll see them anyway since your piercing them" Ellie smiles at you, slowly watching as you carefully lift your top up revealing the cute red lacy bra. The tension felt all too intimate for you feeling so vulnerable under her intimidating eyes, you don't know if she's recognised you or pretending not to still remaining professional as you struggle to unbuckle the hook.

in embarrassment, you face ellie who's busy getting her tools lined up. "hey can you help me unbuckle my bra having trouble taking it off" you squeak out and she smiles signalling you to turn around, feeling her cold hands hit the warmth of your back causing you to shiver slightly as you felt the bra strap unbuckle. "thanks"

you slip your bra off, placing it on the bed next to you. Ellie hands you a towel to help you cover up, laying back onto the bed the anticipation killing you as your nerves began to pick up again. "I'm going touch your breasts now tell me if you get too uncomfortable" you nod in response and ellie gently moves the towel down revealing your tits, sitting perfectly the cold air breezing past causing them to harden.

you hear her mutter 'fuck' under her breath, but you don't know if it was your imagination or not. shes gentle, lightly pressing her hand against your left tit, the cannula in her right. "take a deep breath for me" you do, lightly taking in air before feeling the needle going through your nipple.

opening your eyes, you see she's already putting in the jewellery. "I was expecting that to be way more painful" you admit causing her to laugh, screwing in the ball. "a lot of my customers have said that it's just your nerves making you think it will be fucking painful than it actually is"

"don't blame them I was shitting bricks when I got here" you reply, admiring the many piercings she had in her ear. you don't think you ever noticed she had that many, "that was me when I first got them, I did them myself which looking back was fucking stupid but I was 17 and wanted to be different"

"that’s so real" you could relate you managed to pierce your septum and helix in one night which resulted in blood, infections and a long healing period but in the end they turned out good. "ok I'm going to pierce the other one take another deep breath for me angel"

the name went straight down to your core, feeling the wetness seep onto your matching red lace underwear as you avoid her eyes. you take another deep breath before feeling the needle go through which felt a little painful than the last as she puts in the jewellery screwing the ball in.

"anddd.... I'm done take a look" you receive the mirror, angling them towards your tits, satisfied with the cute piercings. "omg they look so pretty" you gleam, taking a second to look at a shy Ellie, "thank you so much"

"your welcome, they suit you just as pretty as you" your gleeful, expression falls turning to look up at ellie who seems panicked at your shocked expression. "s-shit I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I-"

"you think I'm pretty" you ask, needing the confirmation from her lips once again. "ever since I saw you in the library at uni I thought you were the most beautiful girl in there"

that was the signal you needed, "can I kiss you" ellie says, restraining herself from grabbing you and doing it herself. you nod and Ellie takes your lips on hers, heads moving against each other, roughly pulling at her neck as you both moan.

"so fucking beautiful" she mutters, against your lips grabbing your thighs and pulling you towards her. she makes her way down, leaving bruises all around your neck and kissing your pierced tits carefully making you wince before continuing all the way to your stomach.

"You moan so fucking pretty- shit I have to have you will you let me fuck this pussy baby" she asks- almost begging you to let you use her to get yourself off. "y-yes please fuck me ells" the yes a whimper, just wanting ellie to use her fingers on you.

Ellie wastes no time, taking off your joggers and throwing them across the floor. she moans at the wet spot that's appeared on the matching red lace underwear, helping you slip them off. "fuck" she mutters, your pussy glistening in your juices as Ellie slowly attaches her lips onto your clit, receiving a gasp from you.

She eats you like its her last fucking meal, licking and sucking like a mad woman, moaning at the way you taste and how angelic your moans were. "taste so fucking good"

"just like that els-fuck" she groans at your words, using her mouth to suction on your clit lapping up all your juices that seeped through the white protective cloth on the bed.

Your moaning, hands slipping into ellies hair and toes clenched too fucking blissed to say anything. "I-i want to fuck you" she says, stopping for a second bringing you out of your blissed out state, "what do you mean" your confused, wasn't she already doing it ?.

"you'll see turn around and arch your back against the bed" you obey, quickly rushing up and laying yourself against the bed, avoiding hitting your newly pierced tits.

You hear her unbuckle the belt to her jeans, pushing them down to her legs. briefly turning around, she pulls down her boxes revealing a black glittery strap on. "we only have 10 minutes before my next client so we have to make this quick, angel"

"look at you so ready for my dick, how much does she want it" she referring to your pussy, feeling her tap the tip against your opening. "sooo… bad please fuck me" you beg and you hear her chuckle at your desperate pleas, positioning herself before slowly pushing into you.

"ohhhh-fuck" you moan, exaggerating the oh as she puts her hands on your hips, "so fucking tight for me its been a long time since you've been fucked hasn't it" she asks, smacking your ass.

"s-so long" you admit, the longest time you had been without sex being 5 months. she pulls you back on her strap before thrusting into you at a slow pace, pulling back only to thrust back harder into you.

Your pushing back onto her, meeting her thrusts as your moans get louder. "shhhh angel your being too loud you don't want wanna get caught getting fucked by me right" her tone is almost mocking, feeling her hand push your head against the bed muffling your moans into the hard surface.

You nod, babbling curses and muffled moans as she increases her pace, ass smacking against her strap as your hand grips onto the discarded towel next to you. "fuck back onto me baby come on" she's spanking you, whilst letting you push back onto her as you turn back to face her who seems to be enjoying it as much as you were.

"you look so fucking beautiful from here angel, so desperate for me" she's pounding into you, trying your hardest to stay quiet, your piercing hits the table causing you to wince in pain, "fuck els- I'm gonna cum gonna make such a mess all over you" you moan out, eyes rolling back as you brain goes fuzzy

the loud smacks are echoed across the room, ellie going to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling on it harshly watching as your ass bounces back, almost creaming at the sight of it. "are you going to cum for me slut" you almost silent, ellie knocking the breath out of you as she fucks the shit out of you.

"nghhh- fuck I'm cumming" you squirt all over her strap, earning a satisfied moan from ellie, who thrusts into you a few more times before slowing down. you laid slump on the bed, feeling Ellie pull out of you as you felt her tongue return to your pussy, licking up the juices with a few grunts as you whimper in sensitivity.

"Didn't take you for a squirter" she finally says, helping you to your feet. "that was my first time doing it" you admit and her eyes widen, "really..well shit I guess you just weren't getting fucked right"

Ellie helps you get dressed, cleaning you up and replacing the now soaked sheet with a new one.

"I have to get ready for my next client but I guess I'll see you around, angel" she gives you one more kiss before letting you out, you felt the obvious limp in your step ignoring the dirty looks you got from everyone in the waiting area, returning quickly to your friend who had an obvious smirk on her face.

"so how was it" you grab your purse from her, taking out your card. "it didn't hurt to be-

"Not that how was it was she more of a pink or black strap type of girl" you slap her in the arm, an obvious glare on your face. "I don't know what you’re talking about"

"you do realise everyone heard you getting fucked like the obvious limp in your step and the hickeys all over your neck is a factor" your face drains in colour, no wonder why everyone was giving you dirty looks.

" I have no idea what your talking about let me pay so we can get out of here" you pay, embarrassment on your face as the receptionist gave you the ‘I know what you just did’ look.

Ellie walks out clipboard in hand, calling out a customers name eyes meeting yours before smirking, your face heats up before you drag your friend out of the shop, missing ellies obvious stares at your ass as you do.

“hi I’m ellie right this way”

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #tlou2 #black reader #lesbian #stargirl interlude #lesbian smut #smut #leiscoven #leiswxrld

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slttygeto · 2 years ago

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JJK MEN AS DADS — headcanons.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥featuring: geto suguru, nanami kento and toji fushiguro.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥note: enjoy this alternate universe where everyone is okay and safe and happy.

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╰┈➤ GOJO'S VERSION

—GETO SUGURU ;

some of you might not agree with me on this but he probably never saw himself becoming a dad

sure he loves kids, they do annoy him when they’re loud and all over the place but he never thought that he would have kids

that is until you announced to him that you were pregnant, and his entire world changed

his daughter is pretty much everything to him but he doesn’t spoil her (gojo does)

he wants to teach her proper manners, the right way to communicate things and isn’t big on spoiling

and you both end up raising a sweetheart who’s in love with uncle satoru.

“baby, stay in my sights.” you heard suguru talk to your daughter as you both walked down the food aisle. she was well mannered, didn’t act up or tried to be bratty when told something (unless she was having a really bad day, which was very different).

watching your husband parent a child that looked like a mix of you both was a different kind of love. he was gentle, careful and most importantly trying to be there for her.

from taking her on daddy-daughter dates, to talking things out with her when she was mad at him or when she messed up, suguru proved himself worthy of becoming someone’s father.

“who knew someone else would come along, and you’d call them baby,” you teased the man with a small smile, letting him push the cart while you walked next to him. he shot you a playful glare before grabbing a can of tuna.

“don’t even start—i somehow got used to speaking in girl voice from being forced to attend her tea parties…” he sighs but you know it's far from a tired one. he looks at your daughter with so much love, so much adoration that your heart flutters.

you were incredibly lucky.

“tell me you love me in your girl voice, come on,”

"move."

—NANAMI KENTO;

this man was made to be a father

despite how tired he looks he always makes time for you and your girl

very lovey dovey and is very proud of referring to you two as his girls

whenever he is asked to hang out, he goes 'lemme make sure my girls dont need anything'

hes quite literally the best

most patient, loving and understanding husband/father

ever since you gave birth, kento and your daughter had a routine. you two would feed her at 8p.m when he comes back from work, he would then take her to the bathroom where he would bathe her then read her a bed time story. he would then kiss her goodnight, keep the small moon shaped light turned on before closing the door.

it was endearing because he put it on so much effort when it came to her. you knew it was the bare minimum for a father, but you were still very grateful that you married a good husband and an even better father.

both kento and your daughter were now in the bathroom. bath time usually took about twenty minutes to half an hour, and it would be filled with giggles coming from your four year old and kento's occasional chuckles. but it was oddly quiet, so you decided to go check on them.

when you opened the door, your heart melted at the sight. your daughter had fallen asleep in the bathtub, and so your husband was trying his best to get her out and dry her up before she caught a cold.

and he was doing it so quietly that you couldn't help but ask if he needed any help.

"baby, do you need help?" you whispered to the man holding the sleeping girl, lightly kissing his nape and squeezing his shoulders.

"I got this." he whispered in response, turning around and pressing a light kiss on your lips and forehead.

you watched with heart eyes as he gently woke her up to dry her hair, kissed her forehead and continued on with their routine, before it was time to say goodnight.

nanami kento was an angel sent from above.

—FUSHIGURO TOJI;

this man isn't new to parenting, in fact you knew you weren't his first wife

but you were accepting of it, helped giving the grieving man a second chance at life as he liked to say

you met megumi when he was still so young and the little boy loving you was enough reason for toji to confirm that you were indeed the right one

loving a child that wasn't yours wasn't given to everyone, toji was well aware of that

and as you watched the man parent megumi, you were a bit hesitant to announce to him your pregnancy

when you did tho, he sobbed like a baby

and twins? a boy and a girl? oh he was in for a ride

"you little rascals better let me love on my wife in peace." your husband whispered to the two sleeping babies in their cribs. it was 9p.m and they were fortunately fast asleep.

you on the other hand, were busy with your oldest.

finally after getting them in bed, you were with megumi in the kitchen asking him what you should pack for his lunch tomorrow, which the ten year old responded with what he typically always chose.

megumi wasn't a difficult child, but with the arrival of the twins, you were a bit worried that he would think you and toji no longer cared for him. dealing with twins wasn't easy, but you were aware and willingly brought two lives to his family, and were fully responsible for it.

when toji was with the twins, you would help out megumi with his homework. and when it was time to breastfeed the babies, toji would take megumi to basketball practice or engage in a random activity together.

"a juice box?" you asked while packing his lunch, which the little boy nodded at before staring at who was coming down the stairs.

"you got school tomorrow at 8?" toji asked megumi, and the little boy responded with a nod. not much of a talker.

"are they asleep?" megumi quietly asked his dad, who raised an eyebrow at him before saying 'yes' and you watched as your son fiddled with his fingers, anxious of what to say next.

"gumi, do you wanna see them?" you stepped in, a hand resting on his back. the little boy looked up at you with sparkly eyes, grateful that you understood him.

"go, and if they do wake up call me." you kissed his forehead and watched as he carefully tiptoed upstairs.

toji's eyes stayed glued on you during the entire interaction, and finally let his arms wrap around your waist once your son was upstairs before resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"thank you," he whispered out, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.

"for what?" you chuckled, caressing the taller man's back.

"for making everything feel like it's worth it."

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megalomaniacz · 1 year ago

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incredible as always.

☆ WISHFUL THINKING. loser! sbf! ellie williams headcanons

♪ 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…wishful thinking by benee

a/n: here are just some quick head-canons of loser ellie, ellie is best friends with the readers sister, basically like bbf! ellie but girls girl coded dynamic.

warnings/content: 18+ MDNI. a nsfw section. breeding kink. switch!ellie. kissing. petname usage. ellie is so loser…LOL but it intertwines with canon ellie. cursing. dirty talking. finger sucking. edging. mostly toothrotting fluff for the first section

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౨ৎ loser! Ellie owns an obscure amount of graphic tees with silly slogans on them:

“I ♡ HOT MOMS” or “I ♡ MILFS” or “BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN”

** I can’t find the post but one of my mutuals had an exact post of how she would dress…adam sandler core fr

When she gets complimented on them, she does not know how to take a compliment. When you found one of the slogans funny, your hands delicately intertwined with the fabric of her shirt as you tugged the fabric — with your phone hovering over the bolded text to take a picture – Ellie was sweating bullets beneath your touch.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie dismissed you the first time that the two of you met; she moved like a shadow whenever you were around; if you were talking in the kitchen, she would completely walk out of the room and just avoid the area. At first, you thought Ellie stopped coming around and being friends with your sister until you actively caught her turning on her heels and just heads in another direction.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie goes to your college and is a year above you but you didn’t know she was going to JSU (Jackson state university) because you thought she was planning on community, so it was a shocker to see her around campus because she actually would say hi to you or sit and chat if she wasn’t with Dina or Jesse.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie is obsessed with Jurassic Park and owns all of the DVD collections. She even has posters up on the wall that is stills from the movie and ones she was able to find with a deep dive online *cough* Reddit *cough* Facebook marketplace *cough*

Frequently she tried to get your sister into it who gets sick of her asking– but kept on nagging at Ellie to ask you instead, and with many dab pen hits and a quick pep talk in the bathroom, Ellie built up enough courage to ask you to watch it with her.

The two of you bonded over having crushes on Ellie Sattler which was the first time that Ellie realized that you liked girls and she might have a shot with you.

“It’s even better to watch when you’re high because the dinosaurs are all like-…woahh”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie enjoys it’s always sunny in Philadelphia and parks and recreation, and would definitely enjoy emergency intercom or just podcast-y youtube channels

౨ৎ loser! Ellie sucks at eye contact, whenever you start talking to her she rubs at the back of her neck, and looks at her feet, twirling the necklace that’s tucked closely to her skin and her shirt. She just doesn’t stop fidgeting. Her face gets all red but she plays it off that Joel kept on turning the heater on when there was no need for it.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie wears flat-brim vintage hats, especially some with corduroy fabric, and apart from her standard arm tattoo gets silly patchwork ones, like one of a drawing she did for Joel. Has a lot of rings and especially enjoys the spinny ones.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who collects Savage Starlight comics, as always, is surprised when you tell her you found some copies in the bookstore that was actually going to get thrown away but you bargained with the owner to buy the barrel of the books because you knew she would like to have them. She gets all flustered when she realizes that you were thinking of her and it brings the craziest smile to her fast that you took enough time to remember such minuscule detail about her.

“Do you– uh- do you want me to pay you back?”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie wakes up late all the time when she sleeps over at your house like I’m talking 11-12:30 pm and will walk around the house with messy hair, a large t-shirt and boxers, and dry drool patch on her mouth and down her cheek until she realizes she had been watched for the past few minutes by you who was scared shitless because you didn’t even she spent the night.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie in traditional Ellie fashion uses cursing as a coping mechanism when she gets nervous and doesn’t know what to say:

“I don’t fuckin’ know ask your sister”

“That’s fuckin cute… I guess”

“Oh – Fuck you!”

౨ৎ when your sister started this thing every two weeks where there is a girl’s night, she’d invite Ellie over for a sleepover and the sleepless night would be full of gossip, painting each other’s nails, drinking cheap wine that Ellie got from the gas station down the way — primarily a self-care night, it takes a lot of convincing to get Ellie to join in but once she does, she regrets it slightly. However, she tolerates it because she can use it as an excuse just to see you and learn about what is up with your life or if you started seeing anyone.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who bitches and cries when she has a facemask on, and is hissing and spewing curses under her breath every few minutes, with a fluffy headband on that is pushing her auburn hair back, begging you to take it off; meanwhile, you are applying a clear coat on her nails because she would complain about any other color but she keeps tensing up.

“Ow! What the fuck is in this…it hurts, take it off! Take it off!”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie when the summertime rolled around, meant she would be spending way more time with you and your sister – eventually, your sister goes to the locksmith and get Ellie her own key. Ellie will be indulging in pool days with you which is a recipe for disaster

She is tripping all over the place, and terribly applied sunscreen on her face which cast a slight ghostly white cast on her face, adding to how stunned she was to see you in a swimsuit, but she couldn’t look away and caught herself wandering her eyes to places she probably shouldn’t have.

Underwater kiss! Underwater kiss!

But she tries to play it off and acts like it never even happened the next day. But when Ellie closed her eyes all she could feel was your wet lips on hers, as the two of you were grabbing at each other and the way for a second time slowed down and all she could feel was the movement of the water and your hands on her skin.

When she applied sunscreen wrong and asks you to fix it for her, gets so embarrassed as you rub your hands over her face to moisturize the sunscreen into her face, but every time she opens her eyes she just sees the view of your boobs in the bikini you are wearing and just squeezes her eyes shut. Visibly pretends to bite her fist when you’re done

౨ৎ loser! Ellie 100% asking strangers on Reddit how to confess for you with crazy ass headlines,

F(22) IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S SISTER F(21) ADVICE? If a girl’s arm lingers on you for too long does it mean she likes you? (F) Good pick-up lines that aren’t cringy for gays only…please How much does astrology and birth chart compatibility really matter?

౨ৎ loser! Ellie splits her sandwiches with you and gives you a jacket when you are cold because even though she asks you a million times and you said no each time she asked. She still brings a jacket just for you — and how she would scold you for not bringing one. (all out of love though)

“You fucker! I knew you would be cold, see this is why I said to bring a jacket”

Pretends to be angry but really she was waiting for this moment.

Eventually, you build a collection, having 3 of Ellie’s jackets in your room, which was Ellie’s subtle excuse to be able to talk to you.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie doesn’t hesitate to pick you up from an on-campus party, and her heart shatters when you are crying because you had a shitty night and you don’t want her to tell your sister. Takes you to whatever fast food is open at that hour even if that means she’d have to drive 30 minutes extra just to make you smile.

“Shh…sweetheart terrible nights happen it’s okay”

“Are you hungry?…cuz’ like I’m fuckin hungry” Ellie whispers amidst a thick awkward silence, mentally cringing and wanting to bang her head on the steering wheel as she grips the wheel until her knuckles turn white.

Suddenly becomes good with comforting people when it comes to you, but anyone else – the spinny wheel of death appears above her head as she struggles to formulate a good sentence.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who hates when you bring up anyone you start talking to or that you are going out with, will sit there with her fist tight and jaw clenched whispering to you:

“There are people who can treat you way better”

And by people she really means herself.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who set off the fire alarm once by accident because she was hotboxing in her room with Jesse and Dina and almost got a dean’s office summons and tried to blame it on the neighbors next door.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie when Ellie tells your sister that she likes you, your sister makes the most disgusted face at her, but becomes Ellie’s wing-woman and kinda tells Ellie all of your likes and dislikes, which Ellie has a whole page in her journal with facts about you.

“can I have your blessing to uh…date your um, fuck sorry your sister?”

“ellie please shut up I’m gonna throw up”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie has pictures of michael cera as her icons on every form of social media.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie gets flustered easily over indirect kisses, like sharing food or sharing drinks, and suddenly she becomes so hyperaware.

nsfw 𖦹⋆彡🫧꩜♪⋆

౨ৎ When Ellie started having more than just friendly feelings for you…her whole demeanor changed, the tension was so thick it could cut with a sharp knife. Subtle touches suddenly had more meaning and her body felt like someone lit a match with gasoline dripping from her body and set her aflame.

౨ৎ after an accidental confession that leads to the two of you dating, lewd thoughts from the shadow of her brain came after and she couldn’t control it — initially was too embarrassed to tell you and had nights where she would just walk to the bathroom and try her best to get off in the shower but it only got her so far before it wasn’t helping or doing enough and at this point she needed to actually touch you

౨ৎ That time she slept over and was sleeping on your couch, hoodie on her body with the hood up covering her face, blankets falling off of her body giving a full view of her sleep boxer shorts. When you walked by to go grab a drink of water around 3 am you could hear her moaning your name in your sleep.

౨ৎ is one of those people who seem bashful, sparky, and innocent throughout the day but in the sheets is the biggest freak ever, she becomes another level of unholy.

౨ৎ a breeding kink! Definitely owns one of the squirting dildos because she loves to watch the way liquids drip out of you when she’s done, will sit back pulling at your folds with her fingers with the shit-eating grin on her face that reads I did that

“Look at you~” “all fucked out for me” Ellie speaks coly and in between breaths as her head reaches down to put kisses all over your face.

౨ৎ Ellie likes to see how much she can get away with, smacks your ass, pulls you back by your belt loop, sticks her hand way too far up your thigh, moans high pitched in your ear during public settings

౨ৎ falls asleep with her hand on your boobs, god forbid she’s having a nightmare, she starts squeezing them in the midst of it.

౨ৎ makes dick jokes talking about some:

“My pullout game is not weak thank you very much, if that was the case we would have had a lot of children already”

When listening to rap music that goes into heavy description about fucking humps the air sometimes to the lyrics...not elaborating she's hella immature LOL

౨ৎ The minute the two of you go out and one of your friends says how she is a simp and how you have all the control in the situation, Ellie will make sure you know that she indefinitely has the upper hand. It’s like a switch flips in her head she gets so ruthless and so mean, she doesn’t want you to forget it either and fucks you until you can’t think

You will be moaning and clawing at her back as she pounds in a rhythmic motion in and out of you, her mouth would get so filthy, smirking as her fingers rub over your lips as she slips her thumb in for you to suck,

“but …do your friends know that you cry like this under me? that you look so pathetic under me?”

“Who’s in charge again cuz’ I fuckin’ know it’s not you”

“Are you cumming? Oh no you don’t…let me see you” “What if I just stopped right now?”

Likes to edge you, no doubt.

౨ৎ a switch likes to be topped or touched but also likes to be the top

౨ৎ whimpers whenever you touch her like a puppy, her eyes get glassy and her face gets red as she lets out low mewls of your name, and suddenly it’s like you’re an angel hovering over her and your touch is an addictive drug that she never wants to stop having.

౨ৎ Overall just the best girlfriend ever, with a combination of silliness and fun in one, a big ol’ dork that is really just obsessed with you.

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My Charming Red Savior [4]

・❥ A friend revealed, and warm feelings.

x: pronouns are she/her. no use of y/n.

xx: decided to change the saving fem!reader to its AO3 title, so all parts of this fic have been updated for this change as well!

~6.8k words

warnings: depictions of blood/injury

“Did I miss anything?”

Those were the first words the King of Hell had spoken atop the large patio, as you stood in awe, battered, with dust and debris sticking to your body. You blinked, frozen in place as your eyes scanned over the pearlescent man’s figure, who grinned charmingly across from you.

He leaned lazily against the gold railing, now partially destroyed from the small explosions that had peppered the front of the hotel. The screams and snarls from below were all but silenced now, except for one or two stragglers who could be seen making a run for it in the distance. But, not before a large, swamp-green tentacle snaked around them, and began beating them into the ground. It wasn’t long before your gaze was back on Lucifer, a million thoughts racing through your head.

It wasn’t until Lucifer’s smile faltered slightly at your silent staring, did he clear his throat, nervously tapping against the apple-tipped cane in his grip. “You look a little shaken up, are you doing good over there?”

You were about to open your mouth to speak, until your eyes darted to another small, cylindrical object flying right towards Lucifer. You recoiled, throwing your hands in front of your face as it closed in on the fallen angel.

“Watch out!” You cried to him, squeezing your eyes shut as you waited for the familiar boom of the grenade to shake the patio. Lucifer whipped his head around, eyebrows raised as the grenade soared towards him. Lifting his arm, he caught it in his hand before it could hit him in the face, before raising it to get a closer look.

You splayed your fingers, peeking through the small gap when you realized once more that your heart was still beating. Raising an eyebrow, your face contorted into surprise as your gaze rested on the object in Lucifer’s hand.

The bomb ticked quietly in his palm, slowly increasing in speed as the seconds went by. It vibrated in his grip, and Lucifer only inspected it casually, rolling it between his fingers with interest.

Was he just going to hold it until it exploded? You watched silently with wide eyes, unsure of what exactly was going to happen. If it went off, would the King of Hell even have a scratch on him? Maybe, that was why he seemed so confident holding a bomb in his hands. Watching Lucifer catch it casually in the air a few times only cemented that thought.

The perks of being immortal, you supposed.

“Hm, seems they got the timing off on this one,” Lucifer observed, just as the ticking seemed to increase to every millisecond. Right when you were sure it was about to go off in his palms, Lucifer’s fingers curled around it. It looked like he was squeezing the cylinder like a balloon, as the black, metal surface contorted, shifting from the pressure.

Instead of lighting into a ball of flame, the bomb exploded in a burst of multi-colored confetti. Which sprayed across the patio, a few stray pieces landing on your face as they settled onto the floor. You were silent, in awe at the magical display. Lucifer only grinned at you, a silent boast of his powers as he caught you gawking. He adjusted his collar, still leaning against the railing as he brushed some confetti from his shoulder pads.

Realizing he had noticed your staring, your cheeks began to heat in embarrassment. You lay your eyes for the first time on the most powerful man in Hell and all you can do is stand there and look dumb, get it together! Leaning forward, your head practically hits the cracked tile flooring as you bow.

“Your Majesty, I apologize for my rudeness!” You quickly pipe up, your eyes still locked to the floor as you keep your head down, “Thank you for saving my life, I don’t know if I’d be alive without your intervention.”

“It was no biggie.” Lucifer shrugged, waving his hand in the air in a sweeping motion, as he brushed off your compliment. He lifted himself from the railing, taking a few steps forward as he began to cross the patio. “Can’t have my daughter’s friends be attacked by a couple of low-life thugs.. again! What kind of a father would that make me?”

You straightened, lifting your head to meet his gaze. Your brows furrowed as the words left his lips, mouth opening slightly as if you were about to question him on his statement.

��Daughter’. Was he talking about Charlie? Of course, he must be, she looked like a carbon copy of him! But, that would mean… it wasn't an imp that had approached you yesterday morning during your shift. At least, not any normal imp. Does that mean you had been talking to…?

It was in the same instance that Lucifer leaned in closer to you, his eyes squinted in thought as he inspected your face. He placed a finger on his chin in thought, as he regarded you with a curious expression through those soft, yellow eyes of his.

“Wait a second… do I know you from somewhere?” He questioned finally, raising an eyebrow in anticipation. You smiled as you thought of a response, your hands rubbing together in a soothing motion. Lucifer’s eyes lit up in recognition before you could say anything, and he snapped his finger as connected the dots.

“That's right! You were that sweet worker at the formalwear store yesterday, weren’t you? The one that opened early for me!” He beamed, taking another step closer as your eyes widened at the proximity.

“Y-yes, that was me, Your Majesty.” You stammered out, cursing yourself so being so godamn nervous. “Except, I wasn’t really aware that you were... well, you?”

“Oh, heh, yeah, my impish disguise. Pretty good, eh?”

Yeah, it was. There wasn’t anything that would have made you guess that imp was actually Lucifer, at least before you had met the man. Except, for the height. That hadn’t seemed to change between the two appearances, as you still had to lower your head to meet his gaze even now.

You took a deep breath, calming your jittering nerves as you again realized who was standing right in front of you. Never once did you think a lowly citizen of Hell like you would be this close to the Lucifer Morningstar! Should you have kneeled instead when you greeted him? What was the proper etiquette for this kind of thing? Alastor would have surely known.

That thought made you lean over slightly to get a peek past the fallen angel’s brimmed hat. Your eyes followed the slender, shadowy forms of tentacles snaking around the last two criminals, who were trying to shoot the large masses.

“Aren’t you, um, going to go help..?” You pointed behind him, and Lucifer turned to follow your finger just as another thug was flung past the large fence that surrounded the hotel. Their squeal of fear faded as they disappeared from view. Static-laced laughter filled the air as the tentacles began to dissipate.

“Nah, I think your… friend down there has it covered.” Lucifer shrugged after a moment, turning back to face you.

You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to calm your jittering nerves. Between last night and this, you were about ready to lay in your bed and hibernate for the next three months. Life was exhausting, it seemed.

“Well, that was fun!” Lucifer smiled, nodding along as he clasped his hands together. “Didn’t think I’d find drug dealers trying to knock down the walls, though. Looks like I really have to up the security around here.”

You nodded along half-heartedly, and watched as he strolled past you towards the door. He only made it a few steps before he halted, and you jumped slightly as he pivoted to face you. He waggled a finger at you, mock suspicion in his gaze as he leaned in. Now that you could get a better look at him,

“I also was not expecting to find you here, either. Only yesterday, it seemed like you had no idea the hotel even existed. Now, I find you in the raging path of a feral tea table. An odd turn of events, don't you think?”

You smiled, heat creeping onto your cheeks in embarrassment. You probably looked pretty pathetic when Lucifer was saving you, curled in a ball while you accepted your grim fate. You wished you had some kind of badass demon magic, so you didn’t have to be so helpless. Did Alastor ever feel helpless? No, probably not, he seemed so confident in every situation you saw him face.

The way he strolled down the stairs so casually when the thugs had first attacked, made it seem like he had done that kind of thing many times before. But, it seemed like that was true, since you patched up one scuffle on his coat, and were told of his encounter with Sir. Pentious–which you simply couldn't believe would attempt such a thing, now that you’ve met him–a few months prior.

You wondered what made him and Lucifer struggle to get along, had something happened in the past between them? Maybe, you could get Alastor to budge with that with a little prodding. For now, you were unsure of what to tell the King. How would he react if you said the only reason you were here was because of Alastor? You didn’t want to lose the friendliness you had with Lucifer, it probably wouldn't be fun to be on the King of Hell’s bad side.

Plus, it seemed like Lucifer liked you. Did that have something to do with the fact that he claimed you were a ‘rare gem’ when it came to being a nice person in Hell? He did give you all that money.. which you lost. Maybe, he’d give you some more if you played your cards right.

And, if it was as friends, you wouldn’t mind getting closer to the fallen angel. He was just so funny and charming, you couldn’t imagine the kind of gossip he had to share, and you wouldn't be bothered if he shared it with you.

“Oh, well, beeeecause I was interested in redemption! Ha-ha, yeah. When we talked earlier, your words just struck something in me! So, I took a tour and stayed the night.”

“Really? I inspired you to come to the hotel?” Lucifer asked incredulously, tilting his head thoughtfully at you. He raised an eyebrow, doubt written across his features.

“That’s right! I mean, you even gave me a bunch of money like it was no big deal. That was very kind of you!” You nodded enthusiastically. That wasn’t exactly a lie, since the conversation with Lucifer yesterday did lead to Alastor revealing more about the hotel, which in turn piqued your interest enough to even consider staying for an extended period.

Slowly, Lucifer's eyes lit at your response, a gleam of happiness that you hadn’t noticed before. He seemed to be standing a little straighter too, as if that was some kind of confidence boost for him. Did Lucifer not… genuinely help people often? Was it something he wished he could do more often?

Seems like ruling a realm full of demons that continually commit the worst atrocities known to mankind would break an angel’s will to want to make a change.

“I wanted to thank you again for your generosity,” you started, your tone genuine as the glint in Lucifer’s eyes only seemed to grow, “All that money you gave me would have really helped,

“Would? What happened?” Lucifer inquired, tilting his head curiously.

“Some guy mugged me,” you stated bluntly, rubbing your shoulder awkwardly. It felt weird telling people about your most vulnerable moments. You found no enjoyment in retelling any of these scary events, and hopefully, your bad luck would end soon.

“And they stole everything from you?”

“Yeah…”

Lucifer huffed in annoyance, his teeth baring slightly as he exhaled a hot breath. He couldn’t exactly be surprised, it was Hell. Not to mention, the guy has been neglecting his kingly duties for a while now and has only just started going to meetings for crying out loud.

“Jeez, I’m sorry about that. Here, let me jus–”

“Where did that new girl go? What do you mean you haven’t seen her?” You could hear Vaggie’s voice from downstairs, as the gaping hole in the side of the hotel made it much easier to hear their conversations now.

You heard multiple inaudible responses to the question, before Vaggie’s rose above them with renewed anger.

“She’s still up there?! you’re telling me none of you numbskulls went to get her after that big explosion?”

“₩Ⱨ₳₮?!” You heard a snarl of static at Vaggie’s words.

Tensing, you kept your eyes trained on Lucifer as you strained your ears to eavesdrop on the voices below. It seemed like they were looking for you now, did they even know whether Charlie’s dad was here?

“Alastor, hold up!” You heard Angel Dust’s call from the bottom of the staircase, which made you pivot to face the closed doors not too far away. Lucifer, who was standing a few steps away from you, looked up curiously as the doors swung open.

Standing there, chest heaving slightly, ears twitching, was Alastor. His eyes instantly landed on you, before quickly scanning over your figure for injuries. Did he just leap up all those stairs? That wasn’t a very short distance by any means.

His arms were outstretched beside him, as he gripped both doors. Alastor’s claws slightly dug into its wood frame as he observed the smoking, half-burnt balcony with a tight-lipped smile. It wasn’t until his eyes met Lucifer’s–you swore you saw a flicker of surprise cross his gaze–that something seemed to flip like a switch inside the demon, and Alastor straightened instantly, his ears returning to their normal placement as corrected his posture.

A large, toothy grin appeared on his face, but you didn’t miss the way his gaze darted between you and Lucifer only a few feet apart. His eyelid twitched as Lucifer sent him a deadly grin behind you, the tension in the air thickening to the point where you felt like you’d suffocate even in this open space.

You only smiled brightly in return, sending Alastor a finger wave as you sidled a step away from the fallen angel beside you. Lucifer, on the other hand, seemed to be having fun as he pivoted slightly to face you. A mischievous glint in his eye as he cocked his head at Alastor, a haughty look on his face.

“Can I help you?” He feigned irritation, an eyebrow quirked as he sent the demon a pointed glance. As if Alastor had just barged in on the two of you deep in discussion, souring the mood.

Alastor wasn’t able to get a word out when multiple footsteps echoed from behind him, noisily clopping up the long staircase as they bickered amongst themselves. A familiar pink spider popped his head over Alastor’s shoulder, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the pearlescent face beside you. More heads appeared around, their eyes scanning across the balcony as they observed the scene.

“Dad?” Charlie asked, squeezing through the clump of nosy demons, surprise written across her face as she passed Alastor.

“Honey!” Lucifer beamed, a smile gracing his features as he met his daughter halfway. Charlie extended her arms, ready to accept Lucifer’s large hug as he returned the gesture. He held her for a moment before he released her, backing up a step as the others pushed past Alastor’s figure to get a better place behind the princess.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at that art auction?” Charlie questioned, tilting her head at him.

“That ended last night.” Lucifer nodded, “Now it’s some kind of celebratory artist-only afterparty, which means even the King of Hell cannot attend, unfortunately. So, I thought I’d drop by. Good timing, it seemed, or else your friend here would not be standing here any longer.”

Lucifer turned to you, gesturing to the dust and debris hanging to your clothes, as you stood there silently with that same awkward smile.

“Oh, yeah. She’s interested in being a resident of our hotel, for redemption!” Charlie smiled excitedly, proud to be able to show her father that her dream was slowly expanding. You nodded along, your hands clasped together politely as they discussed you.

“Yes, I heard! We’ve been having a nice discussion these past few minutes, her and I. A real doll, this one is, just like when I met her previously.”

“You two... have met before?” Charlie finally asked, confusion laced in her voice as she looked between the two of you. The demons behind you shot curious glances in your direction, silently waiting for more juicy details.

“She was there when I bought your tuxedo! I was in disguise, though, so nobody saw me as.. well, me. She even opened up early for me, just out of the kindness of her soul!” Lucifer scooted beside you, nudging you in the arm playfully as he spoke. “Guess you could say I owed her a rescue after that considerate gesture.”

“Did you throw a party up here, too?” Vaggie piped up from the doorway, kicking away at a few stray pieces of the colorful confetti that was sprinkled across the floor. Charlie’s eyes were glinting as she processed her father’s words, before glancing down at the new red suit that she was wearing. She looked up at you with renewed interest, a blooming on her face.

“That was all His Majesty, actually,” you finally spoke, lifting a hand to your mouth as you giggled, “It was pretty impressive, to be honest, I’ve never seen a party trick like that before. I thought the confetti was kinda funny.”

You purposely avoided looking at Alastor as you spoke, so his reaction to your praise was a mystery. Lucifer only smiled proudly beside you, your words boosting his ego.

“Well, that’s not the only trick I’m good at,” Lucifer chuckled. Before he sent you a wink, then a playful smirk that he swept across the small crowd. Their eyes were locked on him, captivated with anticipation for the charming angel to display some of his magical talents.

Except, for Alastor, who only smiled widely, his eyes crinkled in annoyance at the theatrics. You didn’t pay him much mind, instead keeping your attention on Lucifer. During your time in Hell, you hadn’t come into contact with many figures that could harness demonic magic so effortlessly, apart from Alastor.

The King of Hell, however, was on a whole different level, he had pure angelic power. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you were not going to miss this for anything. However, it seemed your admiration was a little too evident, as you missed Alastor's squinted gaze analyzing your expression.

Lucifer finally rested his gaze on Alastor, who met his eyes, just as he tapped his cane against the ground, a flurry of golden sparks igniting from the touch. a vortex of golden eaves began to swirl around his cane, before flooding across the destroyed, cracked floor of the balcony. It was like a small ocean pooling at your feet, and it felt like the ground was shifting underneath you.

Sticking a finger gun towards the split table, Lucifer shot an explosion of magic against its surface, and it crackled with energy. Before you could blink, the two pieces slid together, attaching like Lego pieces back onto their legs. Fresh color adorned the wood, a lovely shade of peach with matching chairs. It settled onto the ground, with not even a scratch from the abuse it had just received.

He aimed a few more magical-loaded digits towards the broken railing, and the spilled flower pots, making pew pew sound effects with his mouth as he did so.

The balcony began to shift back into even better condition than it originally was, the broken scenery straightening itself back into form. Slowly, the golden waves against your ankles dispersed and were pulled back into Lucifer’s cane.

The large, white marble tile beneath your feet was perfectly sealed, not a single crack upon its surface as it sparkled with a newfound shine. You lifted your leg, surprised finding your figure to be completely dry.

The demons around you stood mesmerized by the display, their eyes glowing and lips puckered in a small o. Alastor only tapped his claws against his cane impatiently.

“How is that for a party trick?” Lucifer turned to you, sending you a charming grin.

You were about to open your mouth before Charlie appeared at your side with a happy squeak. Her blonde hair cascaded down your shoulder, the silky strands like feathers against your skin.

“Thank you for the help, Dad!” Charlie beamed, squeezing her cheeks as she stared lovingly at her father, “it’s so great to see you make new friends, too!”

“And, new clients!” Lucifer boasted, adjusting his bowtie with a grin “Last time we talked, I told her all about the hotel and what it offered. Seems like my salesmanship charm prevails once more.”

“How funny,” Alastor’s voice crackled with static as he strode up beside Charlie, planting himself into the small group’s discussion with a grin, “but it appears His Majesty is mistaken, for it was I who persuaded our darling belle here to take a chance at redemption.”

“Pfft! You? Please, you couldn’t even convince an angel to redeem themselves. At least, not with that haircut!” Lucifer laughed, and your mouth dropped open, your gaze flicking to Alastor, who seemed to hesitate for a moment in shock at the bold insult.

Your eyes darted to Charlie. She returned the look, before slapping a hand over her dad’s mouth.

“Okay, moving on!” She replied cheerfully, pinching her dad’s lips closed as she turned towards the staircase. Vaggie shot a glare toward the rest of the onlookers, who began to sadly shrink away.

“I’m afraid Your Majesty is uninformed!” Alastor ignored Charlie, as he walked closer to stand right beside you. Sweat beaded on your forehead, your heartbeat quickening at the realization you were directly in the middle of the two dueling forces.

“Of what?” Lucifer questioned.

“Why, of our association, of course,” Alastor said sweetly, grasping your arm gently as he gestured to your figure. Heat crept onto your cheeks, as you let him slide in closer to you.

“You two know each other?” Lucifer asked, doubt laced in his face as he shot you a questioning stare. You only averted your gaze, unsure of how to respond to all of the prying eyes.

“Indeed! I’m sure you’re familiar with a charm like this?” Alastor smiled innocently, before gingerly holding out your hand, gesturing to your ring finger. That golden ring glinted in the sunlight, and the small rose-gold engraving of the letter A was on full display.

Lucifer’s eyes widened after a moment, and his gaze shot to you, then to Alastor, before landing back on the ring. He seemed to reel back slightly as it finally dawned on him, before his face settled into a look that silently grumbled ‘You gotta be kidding me.’

Charlie gasped, clutching her cheeks as she leaned in closer for a better look. The ecstatic look on her face was a complete inverse to her father, who only averted his gaze at the sight.

You stood with an awkward smile, heat creeping onto your cheeks as you sidled slightly away from Alastor. You did not expect him to be sprinting it back onto these guys, in front of Lucifer no less.

The King only turned to you, disbelief in his features as he sent you a pointed stare.

“You’re telling me you work at a formalwear store, and you picked a guy with this bad of a wardrobe?” He gestured subtly to Alastor’s suit, a grimace on his face as he eyed the demon’s style with contempt.

Alastor only adjusted his bow tie, throwing his hair back as he straightened. He shot you a pointed look too, prodding you with a ‘Are you really going to agree with him?’ stare.

You said nothing, so Alastor only turned to face Lucifer, clasping his hands with a large smile, “I’d take your fashion advice to heart, Your Majesty, but it seems your taste lies at the bottom of a bargain bin, so I must respectfully disagree.”

“Bargain bin?!” Lucifer gasped, a hand shooting up to his chest as he recoiled. A growl rose from the fallen angel’s throat as he opened his mouth to retort, only for Charlie to grab him from behind and pull him away from Alastor.

“I’ll pay you triple the amount from yesterday if you just take that ring off!” Lucifer begged as Charlie dragged him down the steps. “Do you fancy goat horns? I know of someone in the Wrath Ring that is available!”

The father-daughter duo disappeared from view, their voices muffled as you watched the doors slam shut with a crackle of green energy. Turning to face Alastor, you find a smug grin dancing on his lips. You frowned, did this guy really just insult the King of Hell like the man couldn’t stomp him in a moment?

“Your arrogance knows no bounds,” you chastise the demon, waggling your finger as you spoke, “speaking so comfortably with the King in such a condescending manner. He could smite you for that, you know.”

“Verbal sparring with the monarchy is a favorite pastime of mine, sweetheart! I’m sure our dear king enjoys it just as much as I.” Alastor shrugged, twisting the cane between his claws as he regarded you with playful eyes.

“You are such a pain in my—”

Your words died in your throat when the outline of a dark-red rose was thrust towards you, Alastor’s fingers gently curled around its stem as he held it up for view.

“For you.” He smiled, his lips curled in a soft grin.

“Me? But, where did you get this?”

“Some bumbling oaf down there was going to stomp on it, so I stomped him, instead,” Alastor shrugged, extending the rose closer to you as he spoke, “I thought it would be something you’d find interest in. It… reminded me of you.”

Your eyes widened slightly, gaze lowering towards the wine-colored flower. It was beautiful, even with its slightly jagged petals, and the much larger thorns that covered the black stem.

But, for Hell, it was such a relieving sight. To know that something that presented emotions could exist in such an apathetic, pessimistic environment like the realm around you. Honestly, it didn’t have that many similarities in comparison to Earth’s rose, but its mere resemblance made nostalgia pull at your heartstrings.

Old emotions began to boil inside you, and your throat tightened. Even after all the hardships, you still missed the trees and the smell of real, fresh air. The feeling of the sun against your skin, kissing you with a warmth that always stirred a smile onto your lips. Hearing the morning doves in the early spring morning, their gentle coos echoing through the thin veil of fog that settled onto the dew-filled grass.

Now, you were stuck here. A dark, dirty realm that gave you its fair share of grief too. A lot in the span of two days, even. But, the good in it, was seeing the genuine smile that greeted you every time Alastor drank in your presence. Like this morning, when you agreed to join him on the patio, and the way his ears seemed to stand even taller when you said yes.

It was also the fact that Alastor was so intent on presenting this lovely gift to you, that he killed someone just so the rose would survive the chaos, that made you feel so warm and giddy inside.

A smile bloomed across your face, and you gently wrapped your fingers around the stem, right above Alastor’s own. The top of your hand grazed against the softer texture of the rose’s petals, but its sharp thorns nicked at the skin on your fingertips, causing you to grimace slightly. You adjusted your grip slowly, the pain ebbing as you found a comfortable hold.

Your hand brushed Alastor’s as he released his grip, pulling his hand towards him, his gaze traveling to your arm lifting as you inspected the rose closer. All the memories of long, forgotten experiences made years prick at your eyes.

“I.. don’t know what to say. This is so sweet of you,” you replied softly, eyes still locked on the rose and you gently caressed its petals, “thank you, Alastor.”

Alastor watched the emotion flood across your face, and for the first time, he didn’t know what to say next. The look on your features made him feel.. strange.

As if, this was a reaction nobody in Hell has ever given him before, excluding Charlie. It was fear and anger that only ever greeted him. Which he preferred, it made him feel strong, made him feel powerful.

Your soft, sweet smile, however, was something Alastor could get used to. The way the dimples on your cheeks deepened slightly as your lips curled delicately. As if you too were a rose, your petals softly opening for the new day.

His gaze still rested on you as the tip of your nose inched closer to the petals, before you inhaled a deep breath.

It smelled surprisingly sweet, but also with a warm, earthy scent. A hint of smokiness underneath the layer of the sugared aroma. It reminded you of a wood-burning stove, or the smell of firewood that clung to your shirt after a night in the wilderness.

But, also… the faint metallic tang of blood.

Brows furrowing, you pull the flower away, your eyes traveling to the barely visible glistening substance coating part of the stem. It almost mirrored the color of the dark-red petals, and you lifted your gaze to Alastor.

When your eyes traveled up his figure, it was the small trails of red liquid that dripped from his fingertips that made you recoil, a hand to your mouth as you gasped.

“Alastor, you’re bleeding!” The worry in your voice was obvious as you stepped closer to him, trying to get a better look at the small gashes on his skin. He regarded it with indifference, as if it was just a simple bother. You frowned at his reaction, there was no way that didn’t hurt!

He was a sinner, just like you, and almost everyone in the hotel. Mortality was still present in his afterlife, including the sensation of pain. No matter how hard he tried to present himself as a powerful being like Lucifer, he was still just a man who felt the same things you did. If not, with a little different... perspective.

“It is nothing, do not fret about me, my doe,” Alastor brushed off your words, beginning to pull his hand away from your view. You saw a drop of blood leave the tip of his claw, falling onto the cracks below your feet, “they are just feeble scratches, nothing I, the Radio Demon can’t handl–”

Alastor’s words died in his throat, the last of his sentence coming out in pure static as his pupils dilated on your hand wrapping around his wrist. Your grip was firm, preventing him from shielding the wounds from you, as you tugged his hand closer.

This was the boldest move you had made since the two of you had first met. It was usually Alastor who made the first gesture, who took your hand and touched you softly. As if you were a fragile doll that could crack at the teeniest bit of pressure.

The man was so used to control, having complete say in who touched him—which was never, unless you count Angel Dust whenever he tried riling up the demon—and why. If you were some normal face in the crowd making such a move, he’d probably have torn them apart.

But oh, the warmth from your touch that greeted his cool skin had him yearning for more. That blissful feeling that seemed to bloom from inside his bones, that traveled like a river through his veins, filling him up with a strange, yet awfully familiar feeling.

Like, when his mother would sit him down at the table for dinner, a bowl of hot, steaming Jambalaya in her hands that she made just for him. Anytime she noticed he had a hard day, she’d cook his favorite meal.

As a child, he had eagerly scarfed it down, impatient to fill his stomach with such a treat. When he grew older, however, he learned to slow down and savor the explosion of flavors that tickled his taste buds in every bite.

He remembered the way the delicacy traveled down his throat, and how it felt like a fire was igniting in his belly. The warmth emanating from your skin reminded him so much of that.

And that smile that always graced your features at the sight of him? Alastor remembered that from somewhere too. His mother’s lips always curved into a soft, gentle grin that would make anyone butter up in their presence.

Your lips seemed to curve just the same, and the demon was sure if the two of you would have met before the afterlife. His mother would have loved to meet you.

Alastor remained deathly silent, his muscles tense as you splayed out his claws, turning his hand over to have his palm face up. There was dried blood across the smooth skin, which meant he had been bleeding for a while now.

How hard was Alastor holding the rose during the fight that he cut up his hand like this? If it wasn’t for the bickering between him and Lucifer, you surely would have noticed it earlier.

Your fingers gently brushed against the small cuts, blood still slowly seeping from beneath the demon’s skin. You nudged his wound softly, inspecting it with worry.

“Does that hurt?” You asked softly with furrowed brows.

“Does it matter?” Alastor scoffed, averting your expectant gaze.

“Yes! It does, actually!” You retorted, before your gaze moved to your outfit with a determined look. Quickly, you reached down, taking a fistful of fabric in your grasp before pulling it hard. With some friction, it began to tear away from the rest of your garment.

Now, you had a large piece of cloth in one hand, and Alastor’s wrist in the other. Reaching forward, you began to cover his cuts tightly against the fabric.

“Must you ruin such a pretty outfit for something so insignificant like my hand?” Alastor inquired, exasperation lacing his voice, “You’re treating it like some kind of battle wound, I am fine, my doe.”

He didn’t pull away from you, however, as you finished patching up his injury. Inspecting his hand closer, you eyed work for a moment, before you shook your head, dissatisfied.

“I forbid you from doing any activities for the rest of today until you address your wounds,” you declared, crossing your arms sternly.

“Forbid?” He inquired, quirking a brow in amusement.

“That’s right! If you don’t take care of your injury, or let me do it for you, then I’ll have no choice but to put my foot down.”

Alastor squinted at you for a moment, that grin masking his thoughts as he regarded you. Was he going to argue? Sweat beaded on your forehead as you anticipated his answer. It wasn’t like you could exactly stop the powerful demon from doing what he wanted, but you also couldn't just let him strain his wound further because of pride.

Alastor didn’t argue. Instead, he simply shrugged, a pleased smile gracing his features. He closed his eyes thoughtfully, before holding a limp hand towards you.

“Well, if you insist,” he hummed, cracking one eye open to watch you expectantly.

“Really..?” You asked in disbelief, regarding his hand with suspicion.

“If the lady wishes to fuss over my health, I suppose I could heed her demands,” Alastor responded casually, lifting his hand closer towards you, “and, how could I refuse such a generous offer?”

You smiled playfully before slowly wrapping your fingers around the makeshift gauze, trying to get a good grip around his cuts as you held his hand.

“Is there somewhere I could get medical aid inside? Baindaids, alcohol solution… ibuprofen?”

Did Ibuprofen even exist down here? There had to be something similar at least, the Pride Ring was full of mortals that could still feel pain. Was Alastor in a lot of pain? Even if he was, you probably wouldn't get a straight answer from him.

Now, you understood why Alastor and Lucifer didn’t like each other. They were just fighting for who was really the embodiment of pride.

“Hm..” Alastor tilted his head in thought, before his ears twitched, and a sly smile graced his lips, “I do believe I know just the place!”

Without a word, he returned your grip and pulled you closer to him. Your breath hitched, your chest almost bumping against Alastor’s as he took your other hand. The two of you looked as if you were about to start a waltz, as the demon looked out towards the railing, his chest still facing yours as his smile grew.

“Hang on tight, my dear!” He stated chipperly, and you fastened your grip hastily. The air began to crackle with energy, goosebumps rippling across your skin as static seemed to tickle at your figure. Green smoke pooled at your feet, and that familiar tingling sensation overtook you, just like the first time you were teleported.

Alastor only pulled you closer right as the smoke blasted up, cold air hitting your face as you were pulled into darkness. The presence of the hand against yours was faint, but at least you weren't alone this time. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, your heart racing as you waited to feel the floor against your feet once more. Then, you felt a thumb brush softly against your knuckles, it circled soothingly across your skin, and you relaxed slightly.

What felt like minutes really only took a couple of seconds, as you felt soft lighting hit your eyelids, and Alastor stir beside you. His hand didn’t leave yours, as he waited for you to join reality.

“Not so bad, hm?” He prodded you slightly, beckoning you back into reality.

Letting your pupils adjust to the light, the familiar wallpaper from the hotel corridor met your vision. Did he really just materialize the two of you across the building? You didn't have any problem walking, but perhaps Alastor was trying to avoid the small crowd that would have met them at the bottom of the patio stairs.

“I feel kind of queasy,” you responded, shaking your head of the fog in the back of your mind.

“After a few times through, it won’t bother you anymore,” Alastor assured.

Trying to get a better estimate of your location, you turned your head to one side of the hall, taking in the sight of a dark, oak door. The familiar numbering made you quirk a brow, tilting your head towards the smiling demon. He met your gaze, a soft, lipped smile on his face.

“We’re going in my room?”

“Not quite..” he hummed, gripping your shoulders and pivoting you to the opposite side. Your eyes widened, gaze locked onto the matching door of Alastor’s room.

You stayed silent, feet frozen in place as you watched him take a few steps, his good hand wrapping around the spherical doorhandle. Slowly, he twisted the knob until it clicked softly. The hinges creaked with age, and the hallway lights began to spill into the darkened room as the crack in the doorway widened.

You couldn’t see anything through the slightly opened entryway, but your heart quickened as the second passed by. Your eyes flicked up to Alastor, who regarded you curiously, his gaze gentle as your nerves began to display on your face.

“Ladies first!” He beamed, his smile an assurance to your heated skin.

He obviously wanted you to go inside, and part of your brain was nudging you forward with excitement. Alastor was inviting you into his quarters, he was allowing you to take a step inside his world, to get to know him!

The other part whispered hesitation. What lay behind that door? Surely, more than just medical supplies.

It was as if you wrapped a sheet around the reluctance that was beginning to plague your mind, stuffing it underneath the floorboards of your brain. You weren't going to let your flustered mind get the better of you, and have you miss such an opportunity to get closer to the charming demon.

Exhaling a quiet breath, you banished your nerves into the air. Straightening your back, you sent Alastor a warm smile and took a step forward.

wingman!lucifer anybody? ✋

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#hazbin hotel #hellaverse #alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader

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daphwritesworld · 2 months ago

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okay guys i’m working on a NSFW alphabet for Keira & the rest of BeFoUr part 2 today. but i had to get this thought out of my head right now. before it drives me actually insane. so enjoy…i hope lol. i’ll maybe do a full fic for this if you guys want one after part 2 comes out !! :D

BFF!Leah x Reader ft. GF!Keira

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

this is after the initial 3 sum, but before you all become a proper couple. it’s just been a blur of fucking and enjoying each other’s company at this point. Keira is still tryna figure her feelings out for Leah, and Leah?? well she’s resorted to using you as a little pawn in her game of getting under Keira’s skin.

・❥・until one day BFF!Leah gets left alone with you. Keira had to go attend to do some media for the day, and she walked right into Leah’s room at 5am. she’d woken the blonde up and asked her best mate to “keep my girl company, please. she gets lonely when she wakes up and i’m not there. needs extra kisses, too.”

・❥・but dear god in heaven this is NOT what Keira expected. she goes on her lunch break and checks her phone, and it’s a video message from you. so of course she checks it, digging her headphones out of her bag before she takes a bite of her sandwich and hits play.

・❥・at first the video is just of the sheets and some rustling around being heard. then there’s Leah cutting through the muffled speakers, “come on, darling. show her what she’s missing out on.”

・❥・then finally Keira is met with a sight that has her choking on the food in her throat— coughing as she tries to swallow with the help of the water bottle you’d packed in her bag the night before.

・❥・your shaky hand steadies the front facing camera to show the events unfolding between you and Leah.

・❥・your tank tops pushed up to sit right under your collar bones, Leah’s lips suckling one of your nipples. Keira can only see your mouth in frame, the rest of your face hidden away as your pretty noises flow into her ears.

・❥・Leah pulls back a tad, pulling your nipple between her teeth as she does. it pulls a whiney yelp from your lips and your free hand goes to tangle in her hair as your back arches into her mouth.

・❥・Keira’s eyes lock with her best friend’s through the screen. a smirk first, then she’s speaking with your tit still in her mouth. “you said she’d need lots of kisses, mate. never said where,” and then Leah’s head starts disappearing as her open mouth kisses trail down your body.

・❥・the camera stays stuck in place, but it’s obvious by the sounds you start making and the way you squirm around that Leah’s kisses have reached your pussy.

・❥・ “i-i’m!” you get cut off by a gasp as Leah’s fingers enter you by surprise. “fuck m’sorry, baby!” and Keira knows your talking to her.

・❥・you don’t get to relish in the moment though, because Leah’s pulling her fingers out after a few thrusts and crawling back up your body.

・❥・she brings her two fingers up to the camera before she starts spreading them and letting your juices string together between them. “see how wet i get your girlfriend? would be a shame to let a pussy this wet go to waste, don’t you think?”

・❥・ “n-no! we’re already in tr-trouble, Le! We should s-stop now,” and oh how cute you are. Keira can’t help be smirk at that. of course it was all Leah’s idea. her little angel would never think of a plan so fit for a punishment. only Leah could get you to agree to something like this. and oh fuck does it make Keira’s stomach clench up.

・❥・the way Leah smirks and keeps eye contact with the camera every time she’s in frame— like she’s staring into Keira’s soul. it’s fucking electrifying, sending out small jolts of pleasure to prickle across her body.

・❥・why is this so hot, and why is Keira about to fake being sick just so she can get home early to fuck you both into the mattress?? (i mean whooo said that?!😳)

・❥・oh god or when Leah changes the positioning of the camera so Keira gets a front row view of her eating you out while pounding those two fingers back inside your cunt.

・❥・oh and you know Leah’s pulling her mouth back a few times to kiss on your thighs. i mean…she did tell Leah to give you extra kisses. and when she’s giving a task? she always goes above and beyond then what’s expected 🤭

・❥・right as your about to cum you finally drop the phone into the sheets, and the screen goes black before cutting off. the end of the video has come. Keira just met with her own bewildered reflection in the dark screen in front of her.

・❥・yeah. she’s in her car not even 5 minutes after that. media obligations be damned— she’s got some brat taming to do. she really wishes she could punish Leah, too. (but they haven’t gotten to that point yet)

#daph.blurb #keira walsh x reader x leah williamson #leah williamson smut #keira walsh smut #leah williamson x y/n #keira walsh x y/n #keira walsh fanfic #keira walsh x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson fanfic #woso imagine #woso smut #woso x y/n #woso x reader #l.williamson 6 #k.walsh 21

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airafs · 2 years ago

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also meow i like this one so i thought i might as well share :3

#❥ angel speaking!#❥ psds!

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stellaimuse · 10 months ago

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If angel hosted a event for 100 followers would you guys join . . .

#⁠꒰⁠ 🩷 ꒱ angel speaks ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥

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bunnysdollette · 7 days ago

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₊⊹⁀➴ How to get real revenge ⟡﹒⪩⪨ 🎀

⋆˚｡⋆୨୧ Hey angels 👼, I know we all have people we dislike/want to get revenge on. Anyway, I’ll show you how to inflict REAL revenge in a more mature and long lasting manner. my whole bloodline is full of D1 elite demons, so it runs in the family. TRUST if you listen to this, your haters will be shook.

♫ bigger in texas, megan thee stallion

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MOVE ON, CHOOSE PEACE! 👛 ⊹₊⟡⋆

anyways, anything that happened in the past, you have to learn to let go. . 🧘🏽‍♀️ the only direction you can go in is forward, you can’t change what happened or change what’s going to happen. dead it, stressing over the past is not cute.

you’re gonna have haters, ur gonna have people that don’t like u. that’s inevitable, that’s normal. if people aren’t mad at you then you should be going HARDER, their anger and animosity towards you is PROJECTION, you know you’ve made it when you can piss people off even without trying to.

like okay this person did you wrong, so what? are u gonna continue being obsessed over them and the situation and doing petty shit to them letting all this unnecessary baggage drag YOU and your prized energy, emotions, and time down or just level up and be better. be the one that got away and got your mfkin life away. . 📝baby, wtf do you look like staying stuck over something in the past? over something that doesn’t serve you anymore, over something that’s not relevant?

no.. YOU who WILL do BIG, life changing things, can not let the smallest things take them off your path. always choose peace, there is nothing healing about revenge.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ THE ONLY OPTION IS WINNING. YOUR SUCCESS WILL BE THE NOISE ⊹₊⟡⋆

okay so now that we’re plotting our revenge, know that the only real revenge is being successful even after all that that person/situation put you thru. your success will be the revenge to them and it will literally wake up all of their demons and rage to know that you won the idgaf war and they couldn’t even come close to comparing to you. 🥱

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ HOW TO AACTUALLYY GET BACK AT YOUR ENEMIES, A STEP BY STEP GUIDE ⊹₊⟡⋆

DONT speak on them or the situation, EVER again. especially in public. nobody should be under the impression that you’re still obsessing over this situation, because you shouldn’t be.

Recognize that actual petty acts of revenge is NOT the kind of behavior you want to adopt. It only causes more harm in the long run and isn’t going to help you heal or feel peace after what happened to you.

Reflect and refocus on what’s actually important in your life. For many of this this is school, family, mental wellness. This can also be chasing after your other goals too. You shouldn’t even feel the need to be loud about doing all these things to feel external validation for others; let these little moments where your success shines through be the noise that is TRUE revenge to those who treated you badly.

I guarantee that staying consistent with these 3 little baby steps for a few weeks will make whoever you wanted on revenge on literally FUME with anger so that steam literally blows out of their ears whenever you’re mentioned. 💬

Why? Because you’ve inflicted the ACTUAL revenge on them; winning the idgaf war, being the one that continued winning even when they expected you to loose. save this, try it, come back to me with a success story later ! 🎀

🖊️-With love, BD

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luvcrs · 7 months ago

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ok i've got tomorrow off so i'm determined to make a good dent in my drafts tonight and in the morning HDHDKJSKJKS

#❥ 𝒐𝒐𝒄 ／ angel speaks.

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themindofachronicdaydreamer · 8 days ago

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Suites & Sweets

freshman year at Jujutsu University Tokyo seems like it will be uneventful. and, well, that's true... until you meet the boys in the suite across the hall, and one in particular piques your interest.

introduction | previous | next *this chapter contains smut ;) dirty talk, oral (both m and f receiving), p in v sex*

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ˋ°•*⁀➷˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 32. 𝓘𝓝 𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓝 ⍣ ೋ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ... wc: 7.7k (sorry oops)

The bass vibrates through the floor, rattling your bones as the neon lights flicker in sync with the beat. You're dancing with your friends, and right now, life couldn't be better. Bodies press together, the air thick with heat and the scent of overpriced drinks. You sway, the liquor making everything feel a little lighter, a little less real.

"Angel, you're killing me."

Satoru’s voice is warm against your ear, half-laughing, half-breathless, as his fingers graze the small of your back. The nickname, the way he says it, sends a slow shiver down your spine. You turn to face him, heart thudding in time with the bass, the neon glow casting shifting shades of blue and violet over his sharp features.

He looks good - too good, really, in his usual effortless way. White hair messy like he’s been running his hands through it all night, pupils blown wide, lips parted like he has something else to say but wants you to speak first.

The way his eyes lock onto yours makes the crowd feel like a distant hum, the music fading into the background as you stand there, caught in the pull between your own uncertainty and the tension hanging between you. His gaze drifts lower, lingering for a moment longer than necessary on your lips before meeting your eyes again.

You take a step closer, your breath catching as you feel the heat of his body against yours. The smile playing at the corners of his lips tells you he knows exactly what he's doing. "What?" you ask, voice teasing but laced with a bit of vulnerability that you can’t quite hide.

Satoru’s hand moves to your waist, fingers grazing just below the edge of your shirt. "You always look like you’re about to say something," he murmurs, his voice low, almost as if he's trying to coax something out of you. "But you never do."

You swallow hard, a strange mixture of excitement and nerves settling in your chest. You want to say something - want to finally lay everything out there, make it real between you two. But the words are stuck, caught in a web of what-ifs and could-bes.

Suddenly, you hear Mei's voice call your name from behind, and a hand grab your arm. "Let's play Pong! C'mon, you promised me!" she slurs, and you're being pulled away from your devilish counterpart before you can even realize.

You glance back at Satoru over your shoulder, catching the glint in his eyes as he watches you, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. His lips curl into a soft, almost wistful smile, but his eyes linger on you, like he's waiting for you to come back, to finish what was left hanging in the air between you two.

You take your place at the table, joining Mei’s team against Shoko and Utahime. As the game begins, you start to lose yourself in the fun, teasing Mei about her questionable aim while throwing playful jabs at the other players. But despite the laughter and the friendly competition, your thoughts still dart back to Satoru.

You can feel his presence across the room, like a magnetic pull you can’t escape. Every time you catch a glimpse of him, standing there leaning casually against the bar, your heart does a little flip. He’s watching you. You can tell. The way his eyes flicker with that knowing look, the way he watches your every move, it makes something inside you tighten.

The game is nearing its end when you throw a perfect shot, sinking the ball into one of the cups with ease. You grin triumphantly, only to hear Mei groan beside you. “That’s what I’m talking about!” she cheers, and you bask in the moment.

You laugh, basking in your victory as Mei gives you a playful shove. "The legend herself, ladies and gentlewomen!" she jokes, her words a bit slurred but filled with genuine admiration. Shoko and Utahime groan dramatically, pretending to be offended at the loss, but the atmosphere is light and full of easy laughter.

But your gaze drifts back to the bar, where Satoru talks to Toji and Suguru, and blue eyes are fixated on you. You catch the smirk tugging at his lips, and your heart beats a little faster. It's almost like he knows exactly what you're feeling, like he's waiting for you to make the next move. The thought makes your cheeks warm, but you don’t look away.

You meet his gaze without hesitation, the intensity between you two suddenly becoming undeniable. His smirk deepens, like he’s savoring the moment, watching you across the room with that familiar, cocky confidence. You can tell he's aware of the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air between you two, and something in his posture relaxes, like he's content to let you figure it out on your own.

But you're done with playing games, because suddenly, this fraternity is the last place you want to be.

You turn back to the table, your friends still joking around, but your focus shifts. Mei's cheer fades into the background as your mind races, the weight of your feelings pressing down. You know you can’t just keep avoiding the inevitable.

“I’m going to go talk to him,” you announce suddenly without any other explanation, surprising even yourself with the firmness in your voice. You don’t give the girls a chance to react as you push through the crowd.

The rhythm of your heartbeat matches the pounding bass beneath your feet, quickening as you approach him. The crowd blurs away, and you find yourself navigating through the neon haze with a single thought in mind: no more hesitation. You push forward, each step bringing you closer to Satoru, the space between you shrinking with every passing moment.

"Will you go outside with me?" you ask once you approach him. "I need some air."

Satoru’s eyebrow arches, his gaze flickering with surprise before he nods, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. "Of course, angel," he says, his voice low and teasing, but there’s a softness in the way he says it that makes your heart race a little faster. Without hesitation, he steps away from the bar, his hand finding the small of your back again as he gently guides you toward the exit.

The cool night air hits you both like a rush of clarity as soon as you step outside. The frat house's noise is swallowed by the streets, the quiet of the night a stark contrast to the pulsating music and energy inside. The only sounds are the distant hum of cars and the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. You stand there for a moment, letting the coolness settle into your skin, the nervous flutter in your chest only growing stronger now that you're outside, alone with him.

Satoru leans casually against the brick wall of the building, his arms crossing loosely in front of him as he watches you. "So," he says, his tone more serious than it’s been all night, "What’s going on, huh? You’re not the type to just drag me out here without a reason."

You feel a mixture of vulnerability and certainty rise in your chest. You’ve danced around this for so long - avoided it, questioned it, even tried to suppress it. This might be harder than you thought.

You take a deep breath, the cool air filling your lungs as you step a little closer to him, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down. The words are almost there, hanging on the tip of your tongue. You meet his gaze, feeling that familiar intensity between you two, like a spark waiting to ignite.

"I…" you start, but the words falter for a second. It's been so long coming, this moment, but still, you're not sure how to say it without all the unspoken things flooding your mind. You shake your head slightly, trying to push the hesitation away. "Sorry, this is difficult for me."

"Hm?" Satoru hums, moving closer to you as his face twists into one of concern. "Why? What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," you say shaking your head. "Everything's perfect, actually."

Satoru’s eyes soften as he steps even closer, his presence pulling you in like gravity. He studies your face, the curve of your lips, the way your eyes dance with something between excitement and uncertainty. He knows you almost better than anyone at this point, and yet, this moment feels new, filled with an intensity that both scares and excites you.

He lifts a hand to gently touch your chin, tilting your head just slightly as if to say, Look at me. Trust me. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, just enough to make your pulse hitch. “If everything’s perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and velvety, “then why do you look like you're holding something back?”

You swallow, feeling the heat rising in your chest. There’s no more room for doubt, no more hiding behind the layers of playful teasing and casual glances. You’ve been running from this for long enough, and now there’s nowhere left to hide. The world around you feels distant, like the only thing that matters is the space between you and Satoru.

“I think I'm ready, Satoru,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. “For us. I want to be with you.”

Satoru’s breath catches, and for a moment, everything stills. The world seems to hold its breath along with you, as if the air itself is suspended in the gravity of your words. He doesn’t say anything right away, but his gaze never leaves yours, deep and searching, as if he’s trying to read every inch of your soul, to make sure you mean it.

Then, just as suddenly, that familiar smirk reappears on his lips, softer, warmer, like a sunrise breaking through the haze. He steps closer until there’s barely any space between you, his chest brushing lightly against yours. The warmth of his body sends a jolt of electricity through you, and the gentle breeze swirling around you feels like a distant echo compared to the fire building between you two.

Satoru lifts his hand again, this time cupping your cheek gently, his thumb grazing over your skin in a slow, almost reverent motion. His eyes flicker to your lips, and that familiar tension tightens once more. “You’re ready?” he asks, his voice softer now, more intimate, and the words carry more weight than you realize.

You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from his. The rawness in your chest, the vulnerability, it’s all there, exposed and unguarded. But it doesn’t feel scary, not with him.

He leans in slowly, his forehead resting against yours for just a moment, grounding you both in the quiet of the night. His breath mingles with yours, soft and steady. “Fuck, you don't know how long I've been wanting to hear that,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

"Hm?" you hum, and you're unsure if the tingly feeling in your body is from the alcohol or his touch. "How long?"

"Since the moment I first saw you," Satoru says, eyes turning a deeper shade of blue than you've ever seen from him. "It's all I've ever wanted, really."

"Then show me," you dare him.

His lips hover above yours, breath hot against your skin. You tilt your head up slightly, meeting him halfway, and that’s all the permission he needs.

The kiss is gentle at first, a tender exploration of softness and warmth. His lips press against yours with a careful intensity, as if he’s afraid to break the fragile thread of connection between you two. The world around you fades, the only reality now the feel of his lips moving against yours, the gentle pressure of his hand on your cheek, the slow rhythm of your heartbeat syncing with his.

Then, slowly, the kiss deepens, and everything inside you shifts. You can feel the weight of every moment that led to this, the teasing, the endless conversations, the quiet understanding that’s always existed between you two. The kiss turns passionate, urgent, as if both of you have been waiting for this for far too long to hold back any longer.

Satoru pulls you closer, his hands threading into your hair, his fingers gently tugging you even closer to him, as though he can’t get enough. You let yourself melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers threading through his messy hair, feeling the wild, unrestrained connection between you two.

Your heart races, every nerve in your body alive and electric, as his hands travel down your back, pulling you even closer, as if trying to bridge the small gap between your bodies. There’s nothing in the world but him, nothing but the way his lips move against yours, the way his breath catches in the cool night air, the way you feel his heart pounding just as fast as yours.

He pulls back for just a breath, his lips hovering over yours, his forehead resting against yours again as he pants softly.

"I don't wanna go back to the party," you say, looking up at Satoru through your lashes.

He chuckles. "Why not?"

"I dunno," you smirk. "Kinda wanna get out of here. Anyone you know who'd go back with me?"

Satoru’s chuckle deepens, a low, throaty sound that vibrates against your skin. His eyes darken with a playful glint, but there's a genuine warmth there that makes your chest tighten. “I think I know a guy,” he says, voice dripping with teasing confidence, as if he’s already got plans, as if he's already made up his mind. His lips curl into that familiar smirk, the one that never fails to make your heart skip a beat.

Before you can respond, he leans in again, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s full of promise - gentle but insistent, like he’s marking this moment as his. Your hands slide into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body, and your mind whirls with the need to be closer, to erase the distance between you.

When you pull back, breathless, your eyes lock onto his, and you see something there, something deeper than the playful banter that’s usually between you two. There’s raw sincerity in his gaze, and it makes your heart beat faster.

Satoru chuckles, a low, warm sound that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand slides around your waist, pulling you even closer. "You're dangerous, you know that?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. There's no teasing in his voice now - just a softness, an intensity that makes your heart race.

"You've known that since the moment you met me," you reply with a playful smirk, but there's an undeniable edge of seriousness in your words. Everything feels charged between you two, like the moment is hanging by the thinnest thread, ready to unravel into something more.

Satoru pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes soft but full of fire. "Maybe you’ve got a point." His thumb brushes across your lips, the action slow and deliberate. "But if you really want to leave, we can. Anywhere you want to go, angel." His words hang in the cool night air, offering you something more than just an escape from the party. It’s an invitation to something deeper, something entirely yours.

You hesitate, the decision pressing down on you, but it feels like the weight of everything - your feelings for him, the unspoken tension, the pull that’s been there for so long - finally has a direction. You don’t want to go back inside, back to the noise and the chaos. Not when you’ve finally found this moment with him.

You take a deep breath, letting it settle into your chest as you look up at Satoru, your hand finding his. “Let’s get out of here,” you say softly, but there’s an undeniable certainty in your voice.

His smirk widens, and he nods, giving you a look that promises everything and nothing all at once. "As you wish."

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Satoru barely has his suite door open before his lips are back on yours. In one swift movement, he hoists you up and wraps your legs around his waist, pushing your back against the door. You respond instantly, hands roaming over his shoulders, down his chest, pulling him tighter as you deepen the kiss. His lips are insistent, hungry, and you can’t get enough of it all.

His mouth detaches from yours, moving to your neck. He sucks on the soft skin, nipping at the sensitive area. A shiver runs down your spine as his lips leave a wet trail, the sensation sending waves of heat rushing down your body. You tilt your head back, giving him more access, your fingers threading into his hair as you gasp, the feeling of his lips on your skin overwhelming in the best way possible. He lingers over your pulse point, kissing and sucking hungrily.

The moment is intoxicating, the air thick with heat and desire as you lose yourself in his touch. His hands endeavor on a slow, deliberate exploration of you, sending waves of want racing through you with every move. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, every beat syncing with the rhythm of his hands and lips.

Satoru's mouth grows more urgent, as if he's unable to hold back any longer, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin as he shifts to your collarbone. His fingers dip lower, brushing the waistband of your pants, sending a wave of warmth in between your legs. You grind your hips against him in response, and he groans as he abandons your neck for your lips once more, even more aggressive than before.

Suddenly, he pulls back, tone serious as he looks in your eyes and asks, "You're sure about this, sweets?"

"Yes. I'm sure," you say without hesitation, and Satoru doesn't waste a second to carry you into his bedroom, locking the door behind him as you unbutton his shirt. You pull the straps of the wings you're wearing off of your back, abandoning the prop to the hallway, and with it removing yourself from the angel status you had adorned for the night.

He all but throws you onto his bed, eyes hungry as he looks down at you and tosses his shirt across the room. With you laying on his sheets, Satoru leans over you, his hands caging your head as he lowers his lips to yours - but this time slower and more deliberate. His kiss is deep, almost reverent, as if savoring this moment. You respond with equal intensity, your hands tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your fingertips.

"You’re so fucking beautiful," he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with desire. His hands slide down your sides, making your breath hitch as he brushes over your skin.

He follows the trail of his hands, his touch reaching your bare skin as his fingers curl around the edge of your dress. He lifts the hem to see your red, lace panties with a cute black bow in the middle.

"Fuck, baby," he growls at the sight, tugging at the thin fabric. "Thought I was s'posed to be the devil tonight. Really gotta steal my thunder?"

You meet his gaze, eyes dark and filled with a mixture of mischief and something deeper. "You don't mind, do you?" you tease, your voice barely above a whisper, the playful tone covering the ache that’s building inside you.

Satoru’s smirk returns, but this time, there's a hint of something more primal in his eyes. His gaze locks onto yours, burning with intensity, before he responds in a low growl, “Not at all.”

His lips find your neck once more, this time with more urgency and need, and your body responds in kind. The heat between you both grows, swirling like an unstoppable storm. His hands work quickly, but gently, as he eases the lace from your hips, the fabric slipping from your body making you all the more needy.

Satoru puts his hands on the insides of your knees, spreading them just enough so he can get a good look at your glistening folds. An almost guttural moan escapes from deep in his chest as he commits the view to memory - your dripping cunt, so aroused that you're leaking everywhere.

"Fuck," he says, leaning close enough to your dripping core that you can feel his breath on you. He dips a finger into your slit, the wetness covering his finger in a slimy sheen, and you whine at the touch. "So wet f'me, hm? Sensitive, too."

Your back arches in desperation, trying anything to get closer to his touch as he gently toys with your pussy. He's right - you are so sensitive. You've imagined this moment so many times, even dreamed about it, but it actually happening is an entirely different story, and your senses are on high alert.

"Mm," he hums. "Needy girl. Want me to help you, baby?" You nod, but he shakes his head. "Use your words, angel."

"Please, Toru," you whine, and as pathetic as your neediness makes you, you don't care in the moment.

You watch his face dive into where you need him most and instinctively tangle your hands in messy white hair. You take the devil horns he's still wearing, tearing them from his head and tossing them away.

He chuckles as he licks a long stripe up your slit, taking his time before landing on your bundle of nerves, and the pleasure overwhelms you. He groans with his mouth against your pussy, inserting one of his fingers into your wet hole, your natural lubricant allowing them to slip in smoothly. "Tastes s'good," he practically sings against you. "So sweet."

"Fuck," you moan against him, throwing your head back at the vibrations from his voice. Your back arches into his mouth trying to get his fingers deeper inside you, so desperate for more.

At your whining, Satoru inserts another digit. He curls them inside you to hit the spongy spot deep inside you so perfectly. At the same time, he's suckling at your clit, tongue warm and wet against the bud. With his free hand, he pulls you even closer to him, and you practically see stars with how deeply his fingers are pumping in and out of you.

"T-Toru!" you shout, and he takes that as a sign to slip a third finger in as he continues to flick his tongue back and forth. Your hand tugs at the strands of hair in your grasp, pushing him even closer to you. The squelching noises from his fingers going in and out of you get louder and louder, making your toes curl. His fingers are abusing your cunt, lips wrapping around his knuckles with every time he drives them in.

"S'close, Toru," you manage to say. Your entire body feels like it's melting, the combination of his fingers and tongue dissolving you into putty. You're not sure how he brought you to this point so quickly, but you're not one to complain about it.

Satoru takes his mouth from your clit, backing away to look in your eyes at your face twisted in pleasure. "Come f'me, baby. Let go."

With his permission, you let go. He feels your walls twitch around his fingers as you ride out your high, your pussy leaking with all of your juices. Your moans sound pornographic as your body climaxes with pleasure, and Satoru's dick twitches in his pants at the sounds you're making.

When he's sure you've finished, he drags his fingers out of your sticky cunt, putting them in his mouth and sucking you off of them. "Mmm. So fucking sweet. Like candy," he groans, lifting your thighs off of his shoulders to move closer to you. Once again, you're caged by Satoru, your glassy doe eyes staring up at his cerulean ones. "Here, try how sweet you taste. Open up."

You do as told, opening your mouth and letting him stick his fingers in your mouth, your tastebuds sensing the flavor of your release. His fingers reach the back of your throat, and you circle your tongue around them, sucking at his pruney digits. His eyes are dark as he watches you, eyes never leaving your mouth. A shimmering thread of saliva clings between you, breaking slowly as he withdraws his fingers.

"Good girl. Now, let’s see how much more you can take, yeah?" he says, voice gruff and raw.

You smirk, finally having regained enough of your senses now. You push yourself up, pushing Satoru's shoulder so he lays flat on his back. You crawl over top of him and say, "I can handle more than you think, y'know."

Satoru's eyes darken as you slowly unbutton his pants, revealing his impressive length. He helps you pull the black slacks down along with his boxers, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. "Let's test that, then."

It's even bigger than you thought from the glimpses of it's imprint on his sweatpants or the feeling underneath when you've sat on his lap. In front of you, standing tall and thick, veins pulsing with need, it's intimidating. You reach out a hand to touch it, feeling the warmth and silkiness of it's soft skin in your palm.

Satoru watches you touch him with an arm bent, palm resting on the back of his head and keeping his head up. He groans at the contact, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Fuck, baby," he growls, his voice husky with desire. Satoru lets out a shaky exhale, his head tipping back slightly before his gaze locks back onto yours, filled with something dark and insatiable.

His hand wraps around yours, guiding your touch along his length, letting you feel just how hard he is for you. His lips part as he watches you, his breathing uneven. You rub your thumb over his tip, watching as his dick twitches in your hold, his breath catching with the motion.

"Look what you do to me, angel," he rasps, voice thick with need. "Bet that pretty little mouth of yours would feel so good around me."

You grin up at him, your eyes filled with challenge. "We'll see about that."

You lick your lips slowly, taking your time as you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly. He groans, hips jerking forward, and you smirk, knowing you have him right where you want him. You lean in, your lips brushing against the head of his cock before you take him into your mouth, sucking gently at first, getting used to the taste and size. He's so big, and you're unsure if he can fully fit in your mouth, but you've never been one to back down from a challenge.

He groans, hands fisting in your hair as you take more of him in, bobbing your head up and down on his cock as you get adjusted. His hips move in time with your motions, his cock sliding in and out of your throat as you begin to deepthroat him.

"F-Fuck," he stutters as you start to speed up. "So fuckin' hot."

You feel him swell, filling you up completely, and you moan around him, eyes meeting his as you look up at him, challenging him to last.

"You look s'pretty like this, baby," he coos, voice a little slurred from the pleasure he's feeling.

You bob your head faster and faster, taking him in as much as you can. He growls, his hips moving faster, harder, as he fucks your mouth. His hand tightens in your hair, pulling you closer to him as he thrusts into your throat, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.

"Fuck- m’gonna fill your mouth up so good, baby- fuckin’ take it-" he moans. You gag, eyes watering, but you don't stop, instead sucking harder, taking as much of him in as you physically can, and then some. You twirl your tongue around him, sucking at the skin, choking on his dick to the point you're struggling to breathe, but you don't even care.

"Shit- mm, yeah, baby. Just like tha- fuck!" he cries, thrusting harder into your mouth. "So fuckin- ah - hot!"

You bob your head faster, working in rhythm with his hips as you take him. His eyelids are hooded as he tries to watch you, but the pleasure is just so much for him. All of the times he thought of you late at night and pretended his hand was yours were nothing compared to this - and this is just head?

"S'close, shit. Don't- mm - don't slow down," he says, placing his free hand on your head, helping you keep pace with him.

You make eye contact with him, looking at him through your lashes, swollen lips around his fat cock, and that's what finally gets him. His breath hitches, and you feel him pulsing in your mouth, cum spurting down your throat as he cries out your name. The taste of him is sweet on your tongue as you swallow it, sugary like a bag of candy.

You give his dick one last suck for good luck, then take him out of your mouth. Satoru's chest heaves as he catches his breath, his eyes still glazed over from the intense pleasure he just experienced. He's still looking at you, his gaze intense and almost primal, as if he's trying to burn the image of you with his cock in your mouth into his memory forever.

You sit up, your back arching as you try to catch your breath. Your eyes are still glassy from the orgasm you had earlier, and your mouth is wet from sucking his cock. Still, his fingers are in your hair, and his hand is on your head, guiding you as you pull away from his cock. You look at him, your gaze meeting his, and you can see the hunger in his eyes.

"Fuck, you're makin' me lose my mind," Satoru groans, reaching for the strap of your dress. "Lemme take this off f'ya, mkay?"

You lift your arm so he can slip the dress over your head, tossing it to the side away from the bed. Your lacy red bra, matching the panties he saw earlier, cup your boobs perfectly. He'd obviously looked at your cleavage before, especially tonight, but now, he's practically drooling at the sight of them.

Satoru pauses for a moment, his gaze shifting from your bra to your eyes, his breath hitching as he takes in the sight of you. He bites his lip, an almost animalistic glint in his eyes, before he leans in, voice dropping low with desire.

“God, you're perfect," he mutters, his fingers gently grazing the lace, as if he’s savoring the moment. “Can't get enough of you. You're driving me fuckin' insane.”

His hands move with a slow, deliberate pace, undoing the clasp of your bra as his gaze remains locked on you, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. He leans in close, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your neck before whispering in your ear, “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”

His lips still on your neck, he lightly suckles as he wraps his arms around your torso to the clasp of your bra. In one motion, it's halfway across the room, and he's making his way down your collarbone.

He takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it sloppily as he massages the other with his hand. You let out a soft moan, your back arching as Satoru continues to suck and lick at your nipples. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve and dip as if he's trying to memorize you. You can feel his erection growing against your thigh, and you can't help but grind against him, wanting more.

"Still so needy? How cute," he coos, switching which breast he's sucking on. "So desperate f'me."

"Need you in me, Toru," you whimper needily.

A smug smirk forms on Satoru's face, the plead giving his dick it's own heartbeat. A hand moves to your head and plucks the headband you forgot you have on. "Better take the halo off, then, hm?"

You take it from his hands and throw it to the side with the rest of your discarded clothes. "Oops!"

Before you even know it, Satoru has flipped you around pressed your hand onto the pillow, your back arched a pressed against his hard cock.

"How d'ya want it, huh?" he huffs into your ear. "Slow?" His hand reaches your folds, smacking your cunt, the unexpectedness of it making you jump.. "Soft?" He slips two fingers inside you, curling them right where he knows you're the most sensitive. He pumps them in and out and a loud moan escapes you as you move with them. "You're actin' like a lil' devil, huh? So greedy. Guessin' you'll want it rough, hm?"

You look back at him with a pleasured look, face half-smushed into the pillow. Trying your hardest to think straight, you smirk back at him and say, "M-make me scream your name."

Lust flood his eyes, becoming less of a sky blue and more of a stormy sea, and after a few pumps of his throbbing cock, he lines up with the entrance he had for dessert earlier. He moves it up and down your slit, teasing you as he puts just the tip in. He moves it in and out, up and down your soaking cunt.

"More, please," you cry, the teasing not enough for you.

"Well, since you asked so nicely!" exclaims the man from behind. In one swift movement, he pushes his dick into your sopping cunt, slowly pushing it in as your walls adjust to his size. Satoru's eyes widen as he feels your walls clench around him, the sensation almost too much for him to handle. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain control as he slowly begins to move in and out of you, the sound of your moans and the wetness of your pussy driving him crazy.

"F-fuck, baby," he struggles out. "So t-hnn - tight."

"So b-mph! - big!" you moan at the foreign feeling.

"Mhm," he hums. "More where tha' came from." He thrusts his hips forward, pushing the second half of his length into you. You hiss as the pressure deep inside you fills you completely. Satoru bends down, one hand on the side of you and another on your tit, putting his lips on your neck as he gives you as second to get used to his sheer size. He kisses up to your ear and asks, "Ready, angel?"

You nod, and Satoru presses a quick kiss to the side of your mouth before thrusting his dick in and out of you. His hips stutter for a moment at how overwhelming the feeling of you is, but it only takes a second for him to recover and find his pace. His cock hits every right spot as he begins to fuck you from behind. The sounds of him so deep inside you is like a drug to you, his hand on your tit roughly toying with your nipple only adding to the high.

"F-feels so-fuck- so fuckin' good, m'baby," he slurs. "Takin' my cock like- mph - like a good girl."

"Ahh- fuck- r-right there-" you whine, the squelching of you moving in sync with one another turning you on even more.

He's smirking, chuckling, whispering "Damn, baby, y-you sound so pretty for me," he rasps right against your ear just to hear you moan even louder. "Yeah- nngh - fuckin’ take it- ahh!" As he starts to quicken his pace, he throws his head back and wails loudly. "Haaah- gonna fuckin’ ruin you- fuck!"

"S-Satoru- ahh-" you yelp. His name falls from your lips again in between wrecked moans, his hips rocking into you at a demanding pace. The warm, shaky breath at your ear hitches as he hears you cry out his name, and he fucking growls at how fucking hot you are.

"Bet if I put my hand right here-" he pants, and his hand that once teased your nipple moves to your stomach, "-I’d feel myself wreckin’ you from the inside, huh?"

He presses down, and you feel him grin against you as you whine. His thrusts are intentional as he feels for himself on the other side. He laughs breathily at the confirmation from the bulge in your belly, making you whimper. "Aww, poor thing," he coos. "Thought you were t-tough? Th-thought you could handle me? Yeah? Then- shit - why the fuck are you whimpering like this?"

His hand leaves your stomach as he pulls back, grabbing your hips with such force you just know you'll have marks there in the morning. He pulls you up against him, never slowing down his pace, ramming into you without any mercy.

"Look at that, fuckin’ takin’ me so deep- so fuckin' hot," he barks, smacking your ass with his palm. You yelp and jump away from him on instinct, and he laughs, pulling you back close to him. His hand massages the fat of your ass, gripping it with no remorse, nails digging into the plush skin. "You w-wanted it rough, yeah? Then take it."

His hand meets the round of your ass once more, and he groans as he feels you twitch around him. "Tell me how bad you want it, sweets - c’mon, let me hear that pretty mouth."

"Ugh- hah, so good- so f-fucking good," you whimper, face flushed and twisted in pleasure.

Just the sound of you being so responsive to him is enough to make him go absolutely feral.

The hands on your hips flip you onto your back, throwing your legs over his shoulders like earlier. He wraps his hand around your neck and uses you to support his weight, the other hand palming your tit once more. Satoru lines his cock up with your entrance, rubbing circles at your clit before finally diving back into you.

Quickly, he's back at his intense pace. His abs are glistening with sweat, and at the new angle, you can ogle him all you want as his dick hits your cervix again and again. You reach your hands up to grab his shoulders, giving you an outlet to dig your nails into his back, an aid for the immense pressure you feel from your core. His eyes are wide as they watch you, in tune with every little reaction he gets out of you. Every gasp, every moan - he sees it all.

"Hnn, look at you - fuckin’ ruined, all because of me. F-feels good, huh?" he teases, his words mixing together with how euphoric everything feels. He truly thinks your pussy might be his favorite drug. "Fuck- hah, look at you. You’re takin’ it so well- nrgh- almost like you were made for me."

You cry as his hand leaves your tit and hovers at your swollen clit. You try to say his name, but it comes out more as broken cries. The heat at your core is growing and growing, leading you closer to your peak. Satoru's well aware - you're practically convulsing around him.

"Nngh- shit! T-tell me, baby-tell me who you belong to," he says with hooded eyes.

"You," you wail. "A-all yours."

"N-not good enough, baby," he teases, drilling into you. "Gotta h-hear you scream my name, r'member?"

"Toru!" you shout, loud enough you assume the entire building will hear through the dormitory's thin walls. You’re a crying, moaning, incoherent mess, clinging onto him for dear life as you're being fucked ruthlessly into his mattress. You're so close to falling apart. "Yours, Toru!"

"I'm- ngh - I'm seein' the pearly gates, angel- mm - fuck," he groans. "This what heaven's like?"

"S'close," you manage to say, and you feel Satoru's pace become faster, harder as he rams into you. His hand on your neck tightens, making you all the more sensitive to every touch.

"Mmph- love the way you sound- shit- love the way you- you break for me, baby," he spits, voice low and rough. "Where d'ya want me?"

“I-inside,” you tell him, your pussy desperately throbbing, begging for release. “Please.”

“As you wish, angel,” he says, rubbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves, pace more and more erratic. “C-come w’me, 'kay? Lemme watch you.”

Satoru’s fingers work their magic on your clit, and you feel the tension building to an unbearable peak. Your body trembles, and you let out a cry as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your walls tighten around him as your nails draw blood from his back, pulling him deeper as he groans in response.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more erratic. “So good f'me.”

His words are like a trigger for you. A wave of warmth floods your senses, vision going spotty as you reach the most intense orgasm of your life. A wave of pure pleasure wipes over your body and mind as Satoru fucks you stupid. You’re lost in the sensation, barely aware of anything but the overwhelming ecstasy. The grip on your neck tightens just enough to make your head spin, and with a final thrust, Satoru spills inside you with a moan from deep inside him, raw and raspy and utterly pussydrunk.

Once he's drained himself, he collapses onto you, both of you panting heavily as you come down from the high. His lips find yours in a lazy kiss, and you can’t help but smile against his mouth. The room is quiet, save for the soft rustling of sheets and the faint hum of the air conditioning. The weight of the moment hangs in the air - so much has been said, so much has been shared, and now, after all the intensity, there’s a lull in the atmosphere.

Satoru’s breathing is slow, deep, as his fingers trail lazily up and down the valley between your breasts, the touch almost absentminded. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, pulling you close to him as his body relaxes into the bed.

You lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It’s steady now, calm. The rapid pace from earlier replaced by a slow, comforting rhythm. His arm wraps around you protectively, his hand gently rubbing up and down your arm. His fingers glide over your skin, tracing invisible patterns as if grounding you both in this shared, intimate space.

"Hey," Satoru whispers softly, voice just above a murmur. "You okay?"

You nod, pressing your cheek against his bare chest. There’s a softness to your eyes that matches his own, a shared moment of peace in the aftermath. “Yeah, just… catching my breath."

He smirks. "Does that mean it was worth the wait?"

You laugh softly, the sound a little breathless but full of affection. “I think you know the answer to that.”

Satoru’s hand stills for a moment, his chest rumbling with a low chuckle. He tilts his head back slightly to get a better look at your face, his eyes soft yet filled with mischief. “Oh, I do, but I just wanted to hear you say it.”

You roll your eyes, playfully nudging him with your elbow. "I guess it was worth it."

"I knew it!" Satoru’s goofy grin appears, lighting up his face as he shifts slightly, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “You’re sure you're okay? I didn’t break you, did I?” he teases, his voice a playful mix of concern and mischief. He runs a finger gently over your cheek, like he’s inspecting you for any signs of damage.

You can’t help but chuckle at his antics, shaking your head. “I’m fine, Toru. I’m more than fine,” you reply, voice laced with the exhaustion of everything that just happened, but also with a warmth you can’t hide.

He raises an eyebrow, as if he’s considering your words, then nods seriously - too seriously, almost. “You’re lucky,” he says with a dramatic sigh, his hand going to his chest in mock heartache. “I was this close to making you into a puddle, but you somehow survived. Good job, baby. You get a gold star.” He gives a playful salute before flopping back down beside you, pulling the blankets up to his chin.

You snort, rolling your eyes at his antics. “Gold star, huh? I don’t know if I can handle that level of praise.”

He turns his head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You should’ve seen how I was looking at you when you were takin' me from the back, though,” he says, nudging you with his shoulder. “Like a hungry lion eyeing a steak.” He pauses, his grin widening. “A really delicious steak. Mmm, steak.”

It’s almost too easy to laugh at his nonsense. You nudge him back, the playful energy between you both almost palpable as he keeps joking. "Steak, huh? You might just have a thing for food more than you do for me," you tease, smiling as you lift your head slightly, catching a glimpse of his exaggerated, pouty expression.

“Oh, don't even,” Satoru huffs, though the grin doesn’t leave his face. “I’m just saying, you’re the best thing on the menu. Can't deny that.” His finger taps your nose, almost like a silent promise. “You’ve been top-tier since I first saw you. But I can’t be the only one with taste around here.”

You chuckle, the back-and-forth banter still light, even after everything. But beneath the playful jabs, there’s a deeper warmth that settles in your chest. You’re not sure where it came from - whether it’s the raw vulnerability you shared earlier or the gentle way he’s holding you, or maybe it’s all of it - but whatever it is, it feels like the most solid thing you’ve experienced in a while.

"Let's get us cleaned up," Satoru smiles.

You nod, still feeling the warmth between you two, a quiet understanding lingering in the air. Satoru’s hand gently slides down your arm, his thumb grazing your skin in a way that makes the moment feel even more intimate, even in its casualness.

"Yeah, probably a good idea," you say, but your voice is a little softer now, the playful edge fading as you shift to sit up. The sheets rustle beneath you, the coolness of the air conditioning kissing your bare skin. You feel a strange mix of contentment and peace, as if the world outside this moment doesn’t even exist.

It's just you and him, right here, right now, and you couldn't be any happier.

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