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When you need a little TLC

Summary: Headcanons for taking care of MC that is sick or unwell (and sexy times once they're better) Characters: f!MC/reader or gn!MC/reader x Everyone (except Luke ofc, he's off baking cookies somewhere) Rating/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI. Suggestive or explicit sexual content. General themes across most characters include protectiveness and/or possessiveness. Please read all character specific warnings. Word Count: 6.4k A/N: The explicit smutty blurbs skew more fem-aligned so I'm marking those as f!MC to be safe.

THE ONES THAT PAMPER YOU

SATAN [gn!reader: fluff, non-explicit morning sex]

Satan is happiest when he gets to be alone with you. You cuddle together in his bed while he reads to you or while you watch the latest episode of some human world show on his tablet. He doesn’t complain about the way you follow him room-to-room, wrapped in the comforter you stole from his bed and reaching for his hand like you’re afraid he’ll disappear.

What he doesn’t tell you, and what he barely admits to himself, is that he loves the way you cling to him. He tucks you away in his room where his brothers won’t dare disturb you so long as he’s by your side. When you’re tired, he brushes his lips across your brow and watches you sink into the warm gap he leaves behind while he fetches whatever you need. His temper improves when he’s allowed to be selfish with your company.

No matter how badly he wants you he follows your lead, touching you and letting you touch him as you please. Your goodnight kisses are chaste, soft and sweet with the promise of more when you’re feeling better. He sleeps on his back so he can tuck you into his side and wrap an arm around you protectively.

Sometimes he wakes up to the sensation of your fingers scorching a path underneath his sleep shirt, stroking up his chest and then back down, dipping just underneath the waistband of his pants before you repeat the slow, tingling pattern. He groans, a rumbling noise that’s thick with the remnants of sleep, and he reaches blindly for you, cradling the back of your neck and pulling you to him for a kiss. He mirrors your breathy moans with his own. When you tug on his shirt and roll over, pulling him on top of you, he knows exactly what you want.

ASMODEUS [gn!reader: gift giving, being undressed/washed, non-explicit bathtub sex]

Asmodeus will jump at every opportunity to spoil you, especially when you’re not well and acting less like your usual self. He does everything he can to make you more comfortable. He buys you new bedding, softer and even more luxurious than the last set he gifted you. He invites you to use his private bath as often as you’d like, and you’re welcome to nap in his bed afterwards too.

If you’re having a particularly hard day, he comes to see you in your room. He pulls a chair to the side of your bed so he can do your nails for you, a small moment of quiet intimacy between you; he loves holding your hands. Your en-suite bathroom is stocked with bath salts and beautifully scented oils that relax you or help you with pain. He brings you expensive pajamas he bought for you and ignores your complaints about stains or accidents ruining the expensive fabric - he’ll buy you more if he has to. He doesn’t care; it’s money well-spent in his opinion.

He helps you bathe on days you’re too tired to manage it yourself. He insists you stay in bed while he prepares everything for you. He helps you undress if you ask, watching your face carefully for any signs of discomfort or pain. You're too tired to care about modesty, but the trust you place in him makes him fall in love with you all over again.

He carries you to the bath and sets you down into the water that’s warm but not too hot, scented with something that makes your headache fade and your limbs relax. He pours liquid soap onto a loofah and washes your arms and back, rubbing at the knots in your neck and shoulders until you feel like jelly in his hands. He nuzzles against your temple and hums, dipping his hand into the water and explores your chest with his soapy fingers. If you spread your thighs invitingly, he slides his fingers down lower to where you want them most. He swallows your quiet moans with wet kisses, his tongue flicking against the seam of your lips. When you shift your hips and arch against the back of the tub, he hooks his chin over your shoulder so he can watch you squirm in the water while he touches you.

BARBATOS [f!reader: fluff, teasing, classroom sex, fingering, demon form!Barbatos]

Barbatos makes time in his already busy schedule to be by your side as much as possible when he knows you’re not feeling well. He lingers close to you at RAD, walking with you between classes and carrying your bag full of heavy textbooks. He brings you tea and keeps the cup refilled throughout the day. If the cafeteria menu doesn’t suit your appetite, he fetches you something more suitable - it’s so convenient he just happened to make a pot of your favourite soup that very morning. Your student council workload is noticeably reduced too - it’s distributed amongst the demon brothers, or someone with suspiciously familiar writing has completed your tasks already.

If you’re having an especially rough day and decide to stay home, he insists he’s only a message or phone call away if you need anything. He does his best to keep everyone else from bothering you; he wants to be the only one you need, even though he’ll never tell you that. He’s determined to prove it to you, however long it takes.

He can tell when you’re on the mend because you become increasingly more affectionate. His unique scent of salty ocean breeze and fiery ash is oddly comforting. If all you want is a warm embrace, he obliges as often as his other duties allow. He rubs over the back of your RAD uniform, wrapping you in his arms so you sway together in the world’s softest slow dance. A lingering kiss is how he parts ways with you.

Sometimes he can sense your hot gaze following his movements throughout the day, and it’s like sweet torture for you both when he pretends not to notice. When he’s reached his limit, he rewards your patience and pulls you into an empty classroom, locking the door with a murmured spell under his breath before he presses you against it. He doesn’t have time to take you apart properly, so he pulls down your uniform and bites back a groan when his fingers find the evidence of your arousal, sticky and warm between your legs. He shifts to his true form in the blink of an eye and slips a tip of his forked tail between your lips to keep you quiet, mirroring the action with his two of his fingers as they slip inside you.

RAPHAEL [gn!reader: threats of violence (not to MC), back rubs, Raphael being lowkey horny but trying to be a gentleman about it]

Raphael is protective of you in his own way but those feelings amplify anytime you’re feeling unwell. Sometimes he’s overbearing, hand itching for his spear and threatening to run through anyone that bothers you; you hope he’s only joking, but it’s hard to tell when his eyes glint dangerously. You remind him gently that you’re not breakable, but you have a bad habit of taking care of everyone else before yourself and he hates to see you taken advantage of. He has even less tolerance for the demon brothers who he thinks are being far too demanding given your current condition. He warns them more than once to avoid doing anything that may increase your pain or discomfort.

At your insistence, he promises not to bring you anything Solomon cooks (even though he doesn’t understand your complaints, the sorcerer’s food is delicious). He’s not a terrible cook himself and even though his skills pale in comparison to Simeon or Barbatos, he likes making food for you. He invites you to stay at Purgatory Hall where it’s calm and you have more privacy. The other angels are courteous enough to leave you in peace; the sorcerer sometimes needs reminding, but that’s what his spear is for.

When you want to relax, he leads you to his room. His utilitarian furnishings aren’t very extravagant, but he does whatever he can to make you comfortable. There’s a special blanket he pulls out of the closet when you come over; it’s the softest blanket he owns, but you don’t know that he made it for you. He dims the lighting so it’s easier for you to sleep. There’s something hypnotic about watching the way candlelight flickers across your body. He likes chasing the shadows on your skin with his fingers - and his tongue - but that will have to wait for another day.

You like to ask for back rubs when you want comfort and he happily obliges. He struggled with this request in the beginning of your relationship because he doesn’t understand why you like his hands so much. They're calloused from years of training and mastering weaponry. He’s seen battle and shed blood. However, in recently days he’s learned that touching you, pleasing you, gives him a new purpose.

When you enter his room, he quietly suggests you get comfortable and lay down on the bed. He sneaks glances from the corner of his eye while you undress but you pretend not to notice. He puts your blanket on the bed, smoothing the surface and casting a charm that keeps it warm so it can soothe any pain or discomfort you feel. Once you’re settled, he straddles your waist, careful not to put too much of his weight on you when he leans forward and rubs firm, slow circles onto your back. Your contented murmurs and sighs make his cock twitch but he ignores it, determined to put your wishes before his own. Sometimes he drags his nails down your back, scratching lightly the way you like. He has to resist the urge to grind his hips against yours when you moan into his pillow.

THE ONES THAT BEG FOR YOU

MAMMON [f!reader: oral sex, facesitting]

Mammon is the worst at hiding his concern for you when you sheepishly mention one morning at breakfast that you’re not feeling “great.” He doesn’t know exactly what that means, and he’s not going to pry the details from you unless you offer an explanation first, but he’s not the second-oldest for nothing. Taking care of you feels natural to him, although some of his sweet gestures go astray in his enthusiasm to prove that he’s your first for a reason.

He knows you prefer to sleep alone when you’re not feeling well but it’s a difficult adjustment. He tries so hard not to be upset when you finally kick him out of your room two hours later than you originally planned. You exchange a kiss at your door when he leaves, one that’s gentle but no less passionate. He pushes all his feelings for you into the kiss, and he feels like a million grimm when he pulls away and your eyes twinkle just a bit brighter afterward.

When you finally tell Mammon one morning that you’ll sleep in his room that night, he knows you’re feeling better - and he plans to make up for lost time. He’s even more distracted in class than usual, staring at you hungrily when he should be focused on his notes. It’s impossible not to touch you as much as he can, keeping his hand on your lower back when you walk between classes together or sitting glued to your side in the cafeteria at lunch. He puts his hand on your thigh under the table, squeezing the soft jiggly flesh while he watches you eat. Your lips shine when you lick them clean, and it’s so hard not to drag you into his lap and kiss you senseless.

By dinnertime, he's practically counting down the minutes before he can keep you all to himself for the rest of the night. He sits across from you at the table, glaring at Lucifer who keeps drawing you into boring conversations about who the hell knows what. Mammon stabs at his plate angrily and pretends that he’s absolutely not sulking. He feels a bit better when he catches your gaze and you smile at him and ask how his food tastes. No matter how annoyed he is at his older brother, he’s not going to waste the food you made for them (him).

You want to watch a movie after dinner and Mammon joins you on the couch in the living room. He raises his arm so you can cuddle into his side. No big deal, the movie is only ninety minutes long. He can wait.

His resolve breaks after thirty minutes.

You’re visibly confused when he bolts up from the couch suddenly and he drags you through the house, pulling you into his room and slamming the door shut. He crowds into your space so you can feel the weight of his erection dig into your hip while he licks into your mouth. He's not embarrassed by how loudly he moans because he missed you too fuckin' much. By the time he leads you back to his bed, he’s in his boxers and you’re completely naked. He falls back onto the mattress and reaches for you impatiently.

“C’mere babe,” he begs, eyes burning into yours. You kneel on the bed and settle over his waist, but he grabs your hips and tugs you up even higher.

“No, I wanna taste you,” he murmurs breathlessly, desperately. He has enough strength to maneuver you how he likes, and you’re just a bit self-conscious when you find yourself straddling his face. You barely have time to adjust to the change in position when he pulls you down by your hips, licking sloppily at your skin while your slick coats his chin. Fuckin’ finally, he thinks as his eyes slip closed with a pleased hum. You fall forward with a cry and brace yourself on the headboard, unable to focus on anything except the pleasure pooling in your belly, the wet sounds of him working his mouth between your legs, and the way his hands on your thighs encourage you to grind into his mouth while he devours you whole.

LEVIATHAN [gn!reader: masturbation, dirty talk, phone sex]

Leviathan turns away quickly, hiding his pleased grin when you blow him a kiss and shut the door behind you. You retreat to the comfort of your room while Levi prepares to spend a late night playing with his guild. You’re still not feeling great and told him you wanted to lie down since his raid is about to start. He can’t help that he gets enthusiastic when he plays - or loud, as you call it. He promises to send you a message when he’s done and if you’re still awake, he’ll come find you in your room. He hates to admit he prefers sleeping with you than without you, even if it means sharing your bed rather than his tub.

Two hours later when Levi’s guild is taking a break, he’s palming a persistent erection through his jeans. Normally you sit beside him at his desk, offering support when the raid goes well and comfort when it doesn’t. He misses your small gestures of affection and his room is saturated with your scent. In a moment of horny desperation, he takes a chance and calls you and he hopes you’re still awake.

When he hears your voice through his headset, your voice in his ear, he can pretend you’re sitting next to him like you normally do. You sound a little sleepy which gives your voice a slightly wet, thicker quality. He adjusts in his chair so he can shuffle his jeans and boxers down and strokes himself to the sound of your husky voice asking him if he’s okay. He’s not quiet - he’s not trying to be - and you can hear exactly what he’s doing, the way he’s fucking his fist and spreading the first dribbles of arousal to help ease the glide.

You whisper filthy praise into his ears to encourage him. “You know I love listening to the sounds you make when you jerk off and think of me, don’t you?” you ask. He nods even though you can’t see, his eyes clenched shut when he pictures you bending over his desk, or spreading your legs for him in his tub, or pushing back his gaming chair so you can drop to you knees between his legs–

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Your voice sounds huskier too and he’s not sure if you’re touching yourself but he’s too far gone to ask. He strokes himself faster, your praise flooding his body with warmth and he feels like he’s about to combust. The orgasm punches out of him and he bites his lip to keep himself from yelling into the microphone. He coaxes himself through it and collapses into his chair, wincing at the sticky mess covering his hand and shirt. He whimpers when you invite him to your room once his game is finished, and you hang up with a click.

BEELZEBUB [gn!reader: working out together, Beel's hungry for something and its not food]

Beelzebub craves you even more when he thinks he’s not allowed to have you. You reassure him that you’re feeling better now, but he still treats you like he’s afraid he might break you. Sure, he spends time with you in the kitchen when you cook and he watches TV with you in your room, but he ignores the hum of desire thrumming in his veins when you cuddle with him at night, listening to you sleep next to him and ignoring his half-hard cock twitching for your attention. He binges on food more than usual to distract himself, but nothing satiates the hunger ravaging him on the inside.

You exercise with him in the gym to relieve stress and to help you sleep. You have a tablet propped on the treadmill so you can finish your movie while you walk. He glances at you between reps and watches the way your body moves when you pick up the pace and break into a light jog. He grips the barbell just a bit tighter when your skin flushes prettily and grows slick with sweat. Your clothes stick to you like a second skin and he’s salivating. Your throat bobs when you drink from your water bottle, and he can’t stop himself from imagining your lips wrapped around his cock instead.

His restraint falters when you walk past him to go take a shower. The heat amplifies your scent and he follows behind you, gripping your hips from behind when you bend down to collect the rest of your belongings off the floor. You turn around in his hold and run your fingers through his hair, not the least bit bothered by the sweat that clings to your fingertips. When you ask him what he wants, he drops to his knees and nudges your legs apart, nuzzling into the gap between your thighs with a growl.

DIAVOLO [f!reader: breeding kink, rough sex, demon form!Diavolo]

Diavolo has to keep up appearances and pretend he’s not desperate for you when you return to RAD after a short health-related absence. Barbatos stacks piles of paperwork in front of him, but how can he possibly concentrate on work when you’re so close?

You lean over the desk while you help the other student council officers sort documents, but all he can focus on is the curve of your hip, the gorgeous swell of your ass in your uniform, and the way you shoot him a look over your shoulder when you notice he’s staring at you. You were only absent a few days, but he feels like he’s seeing you for the first time in ages and you look delicious. He wants nothing more than to drag you into his lap and rip your uniform to tatters, to lay you on his desk and claim you.

By the time you’re in the privacy of his bedroom later that night, he’s panting against your skin and leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses across your body while he strips you bare. Lust makes his blood boil beneath his skin but when he slips inside you for the first time, his movements are slow and deliberate. He’s trying to take his time with you, cradling you in his arms while he rocks his hips against yours, letting waves of pleasure sweep both of you away.

Your whimpers and moans in his ear do nothing to calm the urge to rut into you like a wild beast, the dark, monstrous part of himself that he keeps hidden from you. Your fingers dig into his back and he nearly begs you to drag your nails across his skin, deep enough to draw blood, so that the slight twinges of pain later will remind him of this moment.

Your pleas for him to move faster, harder finally crack the restraint he’s clinging to. He pulls out of you as gently as he can manage and grabs your hips, flipping you onto your belly and pulling you back onto his cock. You glance at him over your shoulder in time to see him shift into his true form, his wingspan blocking everything from view except for him.

He covers your body with his, snarling into your ear while he fucks into you. He consumes you, replacing every coherent thought so you crave nothing more than the way he growls your name, the way his cock fills you so perfectly. He mutters under his breath that he needs to feel you clench around him, to milk him dry.

You know what he wants and you turn your head to face him as best you can. “Breed me,” you whisper. There’s no way he can possibly last when that command falls from your lips. He roars when he comes, his wings snapping wide as the orgasm rips through his body. He just barely resists the urge to clamp his teeth into your shoulder, drinking your blood and claiming you with his fangs, branding you as his until the end of his days.

MEPHISTOPHELES [gn!reader: fluff, cuddling, car makeout]

Mephistopheles never begs for anything. He’s never had to - his prestigious upbringing afforded him all the luxuries any demon could ask for. He sits beside you in the backseat of his family’s private car and wonders if this is the day he finally breaks.

He’s still unclear about all the details of your complicated human anatomy, but he tries to be as supportive as he can when you tell him you’re not feeling well. If it gives him the opportunity to spoil you more than he normally gets away with, and if he can use it as an excuse to get you away from Lucifer and his brothers more often, he’s not going to complain at all.

You accept his invitation to join him at his home for dinner tonight because you say you’re feeling a bit better. When you blush and admit that you missed him, the words warm him through, sweeter and more precious than the rarest vintage of Demonus. He’s already ensured his family’s chef is preparing a meal that happens to be your favourite.

You talk to him about something funny that the angels did at RAD today, laughing softly during your disjointed recollection of the events, but Mephisto is only half-listening to you. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re cuddled against him, resting your head against his shoulder and playing with the buttons on his RAD jacket. You still seem a bit tired today, but every once in a while you sigh dreamily and lean into his side even more. You’re oozing happiness and comfort and it’s because of him. How can he resist the temptation to touch you when you’re so close, and you’re making the same lovely sounds as the ones he draws from your lips between his sheets?

“Forgive me, dearest,” he says suddenly and without further warning, you’re pulled into his lap and straddling his thighs. You make a surprised noise but you don’t look upset when he holds you close; you cup his face in your hands and the tender smile you give him finally undoes him. He runs his hand through your hair and draws you down for a kiss. He doesn’t beg but his lips move against yours with urgency, teasing your tongue with his, expressing his feelings for you better than words can. You settle comfortably in his lap and you can feel exactly how much he wants you. He steadies you when he reaches forward and taps on the partition; the scenic route home will give him more than enough time to show you how he really feels.

THE ONES THAT INDULGE YOU

LUCIFER [gn!reader: office sex, oral sex (Lucifer receiving)]

Lucifer prefers to keep you close when you’re unwell. He tucks you into his bed and lets you wear his clothes so his scent envelops you like a blanket. Even if he can't remain at your side, part of him will be there to comfort you. His room is your own private sanctuary and it’s close enough to the library and his office that it’s only a short walk for him to check on you. He prefers that everyone eat together in the dining room at meal times, but he makes an exception when he brings you a tray that he hopes will entice you to eat something. He treats you like you’re delicate, like you’re something precious and fragile to him. Normally you love to see his softer affectionate side, but when you’re starting to feel better, sometimes his soft side isn’t what you crave.

He looks up when he hears someone step into his office and he smiles as you shut the door behind you and walk towards him. You’re wearing his robe and he loves the way you look wearing black silk. When you sit across from him and cross your legs, the robe falls open at your thighs and he can tell that you’re not wearing anything underneath. He clears his throat and pretends to read the boring paperwork in front of him, but his cock twitches uncomfortably underneath the desk. His apology to you is genuine; he will give you anything you want once he’s caught up with his work.

Minutes later, when you’re under his desk and kneeling between his legs, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, he thinks that perhaps he spoils you just a little. He runs his hand through your hair and lets you set the pace, still making a valiant effort to concentrate on his work. It’s a futile effort.

When you tease the first orgasm from him, his hand is clenched so tightly around his pen that it snaps, sending ink splattering across the papers on his desk. You rest your cheek on his thigh and lick your lips before murmuring an apology for the ruined work he’ll have to redo later. He runs his thumb across your bottom lip and sucks in a breath when you flick at it with your tongue. He wonders if this is his punishment for trying to resist you in the first place.

BELPHEGOR [f!reader: hints of dream manipulation, masturbation, sleepy sex]

Belphegor doesn’t like it when you’re unwell, but he secretly enjoys being able to spend more time with you in bed. He sleeps best when you’re by his side, and he’s more than happy to nap with you without the expectations of anything else. Sometimes you sleep together in your room, or other times you both retreat to the tranquility of the attic where no one will disturb you.

He doesn’t usually worry about feeding himself, but he insists that you need to eat after spending all day brushing off his offers to get you something. He doesn’t want to leave you, but he’ll take care of you no matter what. He slips out of your grip while you sleep to fix up some quick sandwiches so they’re nearby when you wake. If you twist your hands in his shirt and whimper that you don’t want him to go, he sends Beel a message to bring some food for both of you instead.

Sometimes you have the strangest dreams when you’re sick and he can’t help but catch glimpses of them when you’re sleeping in each other’s arms. He doesn’t alter your dreams without permission if he can help it, but it’s a natural instinct to ward off the strange, unhappy visions that threaten to ruin your rest. Once he had to wake you from a nightmare that made you cry in your sleep, and the anxiety had your heart racing long after the dream ended. He refuses to let that happen again if he can do something to prevent it.

He knows your dreams can be quite sinful when you’re craving closeness. It’s a good indication that you’re feeling better too and he’s genuinely happy that the worst has passed. (If he’s disappointed you’ll spend less time with him in bed now, he keeps that to himself.)

He rolls onto his side and props his head on his hand so he can watch you. You’re murmuring quietly and shifting restlessly under the sheets, your thighs rubbing together like you’re trying to satiate your unconscious desires. He knows that you're probably soaked by now, dripping and ready for him to give you whatever it is you’re dreaming of. He pulls off his boxers and strokes himself lazily while he waits for you to wake properly.

When your eyes flutter open, you moan his name breathlessly and it’s one of the loveliest things he’s ever heard. He lays flat on his and tucks his hands behind his head, lips curling into a lazy smirk when your sleepy gaze roams across his body. He stretches like a lazy cat, presenting himself to you like an offering. He only has to crook his finger in your direction for you to stir into action, shimmying out of your pants and crawling over him eagerly. He lays back in the pillows and stares with half-lidded eyes as you grind against him lazily, enjoying the slick glide of his cock between your legs. He holds your hips steady when you raise up onto your knees, and he tilts his head back with a groan when you guide him inside.

Your movements are slow at first while you adjust but it doesn’t take long for the gentle rocking to quicken with desperation. When you start to whine his name and beg for more, he pulls you down in a sloppy kiss before rolling you onto your back, guiding one of your legs to rest against his hip while he pumps his cock into you, panting into the crook of your neck while your clench around him, chasing your pleasure and his own until you’re both spent. He watches you after when your eyes slip shut again and your breathing becomes deep and rhythmic.

He’s not always sure what you dream of, but he can’t imagine anything could be better than this.

SIMEON [f!reader: cockwarming]

Simeon once told you that he would do anything he could to make you happy. All the things he’s done - the things you know about and the things you don’t - are proof of that. He knew you weren’t feeling well before you even told him, and he does his best to keep you fed, hydrated, and comfortable while you recover. He brings you to Purgatory Hall for the weekend where it’s easier for you to relax without the demon brothers pestering you.

He works quietly on his computer while you nap in his bed. He glances over his shoulder when he hears the sheets rustle and he smiles when he sees you’re still sleeping comfortably. Eventually he hears you stir awake and shuffle your feet softly against the plush carpet. You lean against him in a lazy semblance of a hug.

“How are you feeling, my love?” he asks quietly, turning his head so he can nuzzle affectionately at your cheek. It feels warm, and when he turns to look at you properly, he sees your face looks a bit flushed. He tries to usher you back to bed, but you shake your head and stubbornly refuse to leave his side.

He hugs you and rubs your back soothingly. “You need to rest if you’re still not feeling well. I don’t like to see you like this,” he murmurs against your temple.

But you're squirming in his hold - inching closer to him, keeping your hands on his warm, bare skin. You tell him that you’re not sleepy but he doesn’t budge when you try to lead him back to bed with you. It suddenly clicks for him - the haze that’s fallen over your eyes, pupils dilated when you stare at him imploringly; the way your skin is warm and flushed not with fever, but with need.

“I still have a bit of work to do,” he says apologetically. “But I think I know a way you can help me, and then I’m all yours.”

That’s how Simeon finds himself sitting at his desk, your warm body clinging to him while he’s buried to the hilt inside you. Each soft sigh against his neck and subtle movement of your hips while you squirm in his lap threatens to undo him. He knows you’re trying so hard to do as he asked, to be good and warm his cock while he pretends to keep working. He coaxes the truth from you slowly - your pent up desires, the dream of him you barely remember, the way you woke up with clenched thighs and the sharp twinges of lust shooting through your belly. You whisper your desires into his neck, clenching around him and moaning softly when you feel him twitch inside you.

When he’s at the limits of self-control, Simeon wraps his arms around you and carries you back to bed, determined to reward your obedience by making all your filthy dreams come true.

SOLOMON [gn!reader: hints of phone sex/masturbation]

Solomon is more understanding than most when you tell him you’re not feeling well. Even though he doesn’t get sick often, one of the perks of being immortal and all, he’s still more knowledgeable about human ailments than the demons or angels are. He encourages you to tell him whenever you need anything because it gives him the chance to take care of you for once: you’re usually working yourself tirelessly trying to make everyone else happy.

You don’t realize that Solomon remembers everything you’ve ever told him, the tiniest details about your hobbies and interests and preferences so he can cheer you up the best he can. He surprises you with your favourite human world snacks and takeout and offers to pick up necessities at the shops that carry the brands you like. He even offers to let you stay with him in the human world too, because sometimes you just need a break from the Devildom and he can offer that to you like no one else can. He can make you happy and keep you safe.

You don’t like to ask him for much, but Solomon finds it hard to resist spoiling you when you give him the opportunity. Even when he’s in a meeting with the Sorcerer’s Society for some annual housekeeping, he’ll excuse himself so he can answer his phone when your name flashes across the screen. Your voice has that soft, breathy tone he likes and it’s a welcome surprise during his otherwise boring day.

“The meeting is almost finished and I can finally come see you,” he offers quietly. He wonders if you've eaten yet. “What would you like, my darling?” He can hear rustling in the background, the faint squeak of your mattress as you shift around on your bed.

It catches him off-guard when filthy little pleas spill from your lips, accentuated by the faintest moans that make his mouth run dry. He can’t even tell if you’re touching yourself, but it doesn’t matter; the mere thought of it is enough to drive him mad with desire for you. His cock is tenting his pants and it’s almost embarrassing how a few soft-spoken words from your beautiful lips threaten to bring him to his knees.

He adjusts himself quickly, just enough to maintain a modicum of decency. He pokes his head into the meeting room and offers a quick apology to the other surprised sorcerers before he teleports himself to you. By the time you drag him into your bed and fumble with his belt, he wants you just as much as you want him.

THIRTEEN [f!reader: voice/language kink, oral sex (reader receiving)]

Thirteen chases Mammon from your room again and blames Lucifer who prohibited her from installing anti-demon traps in your room in the first place. Thirteen insists you need to rest but the demon brothers are stubborn. She stands in the hall and yells at him to leave you alone, that he’ll regret it if he comes back before you’re better. She slams the door when she’s convinced he’s gone (for now, anyway). It would be so much easier if she could just hide you away in her cave while you recover, but everyone else vetoed that option. The only reason she doesn’t sneak you away is that it would upset you if it started a fight with your demon friends.

“What language was that?” you ask curiously as you sit up in bed. Thirteen pretends she’s not blushing when she realizes must’ve spewed some threats at Mammon in Shath’Yar. She’s not used to censoring herself in the Devildom and slipping into ancient tongues when she’s angry is like a bad habit. She flounders for a moment and tries to come up with an explanation that doesn’t involve telling you that horrors exist beyond the cosmos, that the eldritch gods who live there are very, very real, when you interrupt her.

“That sounded hot,” you blurt out bashfully. She’s convinced you’re joking - you HAVE to be joking - but you’re biting your lip and staring at her intently, sliding the sheets off your lap and exposing your pajama-clad legs. You wiggle your thighs invitingly and she can’t help but stare at you in awe. She’s baffled by your reaction, but she’s a little flattered too. You’re just full of surprises.

She unties the jacket around her waist and kneels on the mattress. You spread your legs wide to give her space to settle between them. You lift your hips at the same moment she reaches for the waistband of your sleep pants and she slides them off, tossing them behind her without another thought.

Her eyes trail hungrily over your bare form, smirking when you whimper. She bends low and presses a kiss to your knee. “Shall I consume you?” she asks in the dead language, desire thickening the way her tongue clicks and growls out the strange sounds. She sounds monstrous, but it doesn’t scare you.

There aren’t soft, flowery words for ‘love’ in this language, but she’s determined to make you understand her feelings without them. “Such magnificent flesh,” she praises you, licking her lips and smiling when you track the movement with your own heated gaze. Your legs tremble slightly under her hands when she slowly creeps up your body, dragging her mouth across the expanse of unmarked skin and nipping at you playfully.

“I will always be with you,” she murmurs before biting the soft, jiggly flesh of your thigh and sucking a bruise she hopes will linger for days. The pinky-red in her eyes seem to glow as her pupils narrow into predatory slits and she’s never looked less human - or more beautiful - to you.

“You are mine,” she whispers against heated skin, lips mouthing against the slick warmth between your legs before dipping her tongue inside and feasting on your taste.

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Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and your for us.

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This is cannon btw

Boyfriend Headcanons with Honkai Star Rail

-> Ft. Dan Heng, Yanqing, Jing Yuan & Gepard

Bf! Dan Heng who’s giving love language is quality time and receiving is physical touch. He’s not the best at words or picking out gifts, but he’s great at making a comfortable silence. No words have to be spoken while he leans against your hand caressing his cheek.

Bf! Dan Heng who always hold your hand during the Astral Express jump. You’re both used to it, but he’s still holding your hand firmly to make sure you don’t fall.

Bf! Dan Heng who’s a great listener. He may not say much, but he’ll listen to every word you have to say about what you’re rambling about. He gives you reassuring nods to let you know he’s still listening whenever you look at him in the midst of your word vomit.

Bf! Dan Heng who feels safest when he’s near you.

Bf! Yanqing who’s giving love language is physical touch and receiving is words of affirmation. In his mind, nothing tops the way you whisper reassuring words into his ear while he’s holding you close.

Bf! Yanqing who brags about you to all his fellow Cloud Knights. Some roll their eyes at his never ending rambling, while others listen and smile at the lieutenants fondness for his lover.

Bf! Yanqing who makes you a part of his daily routine. He always make sure to see you even for a few minutes if he’s particularly busy one day, and spends whole days with you when he’s off.

Bf! Yanqing who feels like he can do anything as long as he’s with you.

Bf! Jing Yuan who’s giving love language are acts of service and receiving is quality time. He’s always making a point as General to give you special treatment, and loves basking in your presence while he’s going through documents.

Bf! Jing Yuan who makes a point to go on weekly dates with you. Candle lit dinners that old fashioned and intimate, making him appreciate what’s in front of him.

Bf! Jing Yuan who’s always making sure you have security wherever you go. It’s subtle, but he’ll station one or two Cloud Knights to all your regular spots incase something were to happen.

Bf! Jing Yuan who doesn’t mind his immortality if it can be spent with you.

Bf! Gepard who’s giving love language are words of affirmation and receiving is acts of service. He always compliments and praises you, but does so even more when you go out of your way to do something for him.

Bf! Gepard who introduces you to Serval. He wants you to meet his sister, and he worried you two might not get along. But the moment he saw you and Serval chatting and laughing together, his mind was at peace.

Bf! Gepard who kisses the back of your hand whenever he sees you. It’s cheesy, and he’s well aware. But the way you grin as your face flushes makes all that ‘cheesiness’ feel like intimacy.

Bf! Gepard who wants to make you the happiest in all of Jarilo-VI

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Hi! I don’t know if you do angst to comfort (sort of comfort sort of just plain nsfw?) but if you and you’re requests are open, I’d love to request Genshin men who fuck you silly in desperation after you say you want to end things. Like I’m talking they beg you to stay and cry and then like fuck you so hard you can’t walk for days (I’m so sorry lmao) 🥲

If it’s okay can I request Kaeya, Diluc, Chin, Childe and Al Haitham (or any character or characters you want of course!)

You're sorry for being horny? Oh no Anon, we encourage that here.

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Al-Haitham x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, break up and make up sex, arguments, crying, rough blowjob, desperate sex, rough sex, kissing, possessive sex, cum marking

A/N: Nothing against a good fucking session to get over your break up feelings.

Kaeya would try to hide the fact that he's upset only to have you walk to face him and see how hurt he really is, his cheeks wet with tears, flinching from your touch when you try to wipe them away only to surge forward and kiss you, not wanting to hear you say its over again. His hands need to touch your bare skin to make sure you're still there, that you haven't already left and he can't feel you around his cock anymore.

Diluc is on you before you can get another angry word out. You're crying, both of you, because you're just so frustrated at this point. You're angry and that makes the fact that you're on top of him while he's the one who's pounding into you senselessly even more frustrating for you but you can't gather up the will to get off his cock just yet.

Childe hates the idea of you leaving and some other man having you for himself. He is already pushing you down on your bed and fucking your mouth because he doesn't, can't hear a single word more about this break up. Moaning and whimpering and slamming his cock in while telling you he's the only one for you, he knows he's been busy but he always cares for you first doesn't he? You know it too, know you love him, you know you love how he tastes right now, that you can't let him go just yet.

Al-Haitham swears that if this is it then he will at least fuck you one more time, hard enough, passionate enough that every other man after isn't anywhere close. Not only that but he won't come inside of you, not this time, not unless you ask. Instead he will finish on your lower stomach, on your breasts, your hands flying to them and rubbing he cum all over your body because angry or nor deep down you still want to be his woman.

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in private. . .you're mine ! | gojo x f!reader

➜ synopsis : gojo who is notorious for being a troublesome student has a secret romantic relationship with the top 1 student [reader]. reader is distant at school from gojo which makes him think reader is only his outside school.

➜ content warnings : smut , mdni , nsfw , porn w plot , established relationship , size difference , gojo is very in love with r. , gojo's a bit submissive hehe , gojo & r. are both 18 & are senior hs students , teeny bit of angst , semi-public sex ( in the storage room ) , cervix kissing , claiming , possessive sex , pet names ( love , baby ) , hair pulling , praising , fingering , safe / protected sex , oral sex ( gojo receiving ) , face fucking , riding , slight overstim , kisses , marking ( hickeys )

➜ word count : approximately 3.5k words

➜ dev's note : suddenly had the urge to write one of my fav tropes, very wholesome imo ! (≧∇≦) this was a bit rushed but still one of the longest fics I've written ! plz ignore the mistakes if everrr I will proofread this again promiseee

“I told you not to talk to me at school!” you hollered, brows furrowed and cheeks puffing in irritation. “calm down, no one saw us.” gojo replied with a calm and mellow tone, turning the lock of the door behind him in case someone tries to come in. “what do you mean ‘no one’’!? you dragged me away while I was talking to a teacher!” you barked, terribly incensed.

“stop yelling. someone will seriously come here.” he places his index finger against his lip, gesturing for you to lower your voice. you let out a deep sigh before crossing your arms together against your chest “what do you want, gojo?” you rub your temples to try and ease the headache he was giving you. a top student like you should never be seen associated with — let alone dating — a delinquent like gojo.

“don't call me that,” he frowns, “that's your name. what am I supposed to call you–” he cuts your sentence off with a grumble “satoru! you only call me satoru when we're outside school!” he continues his overdramatic whines, “because I don't want anyone thinking we're friends or anything.” you blurted, his expression drops and the atmosphere felt somewhat chilly. you avoided eye contact because one glance at his cerulean eyes will make you fold.

“right. I get it.” he leans against a stack of old large boxes, his voice laced with a slight melancholy, a sad expression evident on his pretty face. you could tell by the unconscious tugging of the corner of his lips down. you've talked about this before, he's well aware of your differences in terms of social status and reputation at school. gojo’s friends with bad guys — not necessarily bad, just influential rebels. you're afraid that the way people look at you would change once they find out you're dating a guy like him. way different from you.

he was pensive. you sigh once again and approach him, grabbing both his hands and placing them around your waist. “I'm sorry.” you wrap your arms around his lanky stature, laying your head on his chest, hearing his soft heartbeats. “s’okay. I know you're embarrassed to be seen with me–”

“c’mon.” you pulled away from the hug and stared at him with a pout “It's not like that.” you added. “don't lie. it's fine, I promise.” he rests his huge and skinny hands on your hips “I'm not embarrassed.” you retort “then what?” he asked. you could see in the shine of his eyes that he was hoping for an answer — assurance that you really aren't embarrassed.

somehow, you couldn't find the right words to answer his question. your lips part open but no words were coming out, the more you stared into his eyes, the larger the lump in your throat gets. “see?” he sighs and looks down like he was about to cry “I don't like the mean rumors surrounding you.” you started, “I know they aren't true. but I can't prove it to everyone.”

“I don't wanna be a part of those rumors. people have high expectations of me,” you tried to explain in the nicest way possible.

“then break up with me already.” he insinuated, and his mood dropped. he was happy to see you but having a conversation about this topic makes his heart ache. “I feel like you're only mine when it's weekends.” he mumbled, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder to hide his expression, inhaling your scent that he missed so much. the fragrance of your hair that he randomly smells when he misses you — all the time. “you're mine y/n. why can't I show everyone that a dumb thug like me is wrapped around your tiny little finger?”

after arguing about this millions of times before, you still can't answer him. “I'm trying, toru. I really am trying to make this work.” your bottom lip quivered, you felt like crying after putting yourself in his shoes. “sorry. I know finals are coming up, I'll get outta your hair and let you focus.” he stood up straight and took his hands off of you, turning around and reaching for the lock to leave the storage room.

“toru.” you called out and he quickly looks back at you, “yeah?”

he usually kisses you goodbye, you know he's not okay when he forgets to do that.

you hid your hands behind your back, your fingers fidgeting. “kiss me.” you whisper under your breath, “what was that? I didn't hear you.” he walks towards you, and your cheeks flush red as his footsteps neared, “can you repeat what you said–”

you stood on your tiptoes, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform and pulling him into a kiss. his eyes widen in surprise but he gets lost in the feeling and shuts them close, his hands instinctively lands on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he leans down so you don't have to tiptoe.

he lifts you up to carry you — your shoes falling to the ground — and you wrap your legs around his torso. walking towards the nearest wall so you can lean on it for support. he pulls away slightly to let you catch a breath as he continuously — needily kisses you.

“we” kiss “really” kiss “need” kiss “to get back” kiss “to class.” he says breathlessly in between kisses, “this feels much better than class.” you pant and he chuckles “yeah, but I know you hate being late. lunch break ends in ten minutes.”

“have you eaten yet?” you asked while trying to catch your breath that he has stolen from you. your hands playing with the strands of his white hair. “not yet, I wanted to use the time to see you.” he muttered shyly, his ears turning red and you smile softly “you really love me huh?”

“of course. you are my world, my universe, my–”

“show me how much you love me, toru.” you cut his cheesy remarks off and started to unbutton your uniform, and pink formed on his cheeks, his eyes unfocused — not knowing if he should look at your face or your pastel blue bra that matches his eyes.

“you don't have to hold back…satoru.”

his ear twitches at the name as his mind goes blank — filled with nothing else aside from you. he uses a finger to swiftly pull your bra down, your breasts jiggling slightly from the sudden movement. his eyes were transfixed on your hardened buds, he couldn't help but pinch them. he lowers his head to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as his other hand cupped and massaged the other one, his fingers sinking into your soft skin. the tip of his tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple before he sucks on it, creating a ‘pop’ sound once he pulls away and nibbles on it gently with his teeth.

“toru…” you moan softly, digging your nails into his scalp. “kiss me.” you spoke and he obliges, climbing back up to you to entertain your needy lips. his tongue gently caressed yours, his saliva tasted like mint. you wrap your arms around his neck tighter, pulling him close to you as much as possible since you missed him a lot too. gojo was so dangerously attractive that he caught your attention, but the way you still smile at him after all of the trouble he has caused you made his heart melt. right there and then, he was fallen in love with you.

he drags his tongue along your neck, itching to suck or even bite down on your skin and mark you as his, but you never allowed him to do such a thing because someone might see. he always has, and always will, respect your wishes. “that tickles..” you mewled as he left trails of tiny kisses along your collarbone, “and it feels nice.” you added and he smiles against your jaw, continuing to kiss every nook and cranny of your sweet soft skin. “...can I try?” you ask and his eyes lit up, “uh huh, uh huh.” he nodded repeatedly, clearly excited. you have spent a few intimate moments with him, but all you ever did was receive. you didn’t want to disappoint him with clumsy or clueless actions, you have always been good at everything that it was embarrassing that you don’t know how to leave a simple hickey.

he was heating up even more from anticipation as you hesitantly leaned towards his neck, your hands placed on his broad shoulders. your soft lips press against his fair skin, immediately sending shivers running down his spine. you did the same thing he always does, licking a stripe up — slowly dragging your tongue up to savor the taste. you kiss his neck before traveling up to his jaw, and that’s when you feel the urge he always feels when he kisses you in this area. “toru,” you spoke “y-yeah?” he shuddered after feeling your breath fanning against his neck “can I…leave a hickey?”

that was the last straw for him, you were being so damn cute that his heart could burst at any moment. “of course.” he replies almost immediately, lifting you higher so you can easily reach his neck and take your time. his hands pressed against your ass, he was trying his very best to ignore the fact that his hands were centimeters away from your panties and that he was directly touching your ass cheeks under your skirt.

“the issue is…I don’t know how,” you mumbled, it was no surprise for him. he knew that he was your first everything and he didn’t mind how inexperienced you are. in fact, he’s glad that he gets to take all of your firsts, it was an honor to be able to patiently teach a pure innocent girl like you all the dirty things he knows. maybe one day, you’ll be able to show him all the things you’ve learned — including a hickey.

“kiss my neck,” he instructed but you were too shy to do anything. “I think it’s more efficient if you show me.” you tell him and his pupils dilate “does that mean-”

“yes, toru. you can leave a mark.” you finally consent and his whole face was flushed red, his raging boner was straining in his pants. he buries his face in your chest, cupping one of your boobs and kissing an area near your nipple. he sucks on your skin and you weaken, gojo marking you felt so good. you were a bit sad that you were missing out on this for months. “satoru..” you moan, gripping his hair as your toes curl through your socks. he pulls away, watching the reddish kiss mark on your chest form. “your turn,” he lifts his head, staring at you with hooded eyes — filled with passion and sincerity — “where do you want it?”

“everywhere- I mean, anywhere you want.” he clears his throat, and your lips immediately latch onto his neck, sucking on his skin hard enough to leave a mark. he grips your ass tighter, his nails sinking into the fat part of it. you pull away from his neck and saw a pinkish mark, “I did it.” you smile proudly “good job.” he praises and the bell rings. “ah, can you put me down?”

he was a bit sad that your time together ended quickly, he places you down gently. “see you later-” you kneel in front of him, unbuckling his belt “h-hey! don’t you wanna go back to class?”

“nope.” you pull his pants down only to be greeted by a huge bulge in his underwear, a wet spot evident near his leaky tip. he sits down on an old gym bench — manspreading as usual — “toruuu, can I?” you look up at him with big sparkly eyes, if you had a tail it’d probably be wagging. “you don’t even have to ask,” he chuckles and you pull his underwear down, his cock springing right on your face, your eyes slightly widen at his length. his pinkish tip twitching and continuously leaking pre-cum, you wrap your hand around him and he sucks in a sharp breath.

pumping slowly, feeling every prominent vein against your palm. you kiss his fat tip, using the tip of your tongue to lick his dripping slit before wrapping your lips around it, giving it a few kitten licks. your finger runs up the shaft of the underside of his cock and he huffs, “‘s sensitive there.” he mumbles under his breath, “really?” you gave him head a few times before, but you’re still getting familiar with it. you use your index finger to rub his tip, coating the head with pre-cum as you drag the tip of your tongue up on the underside of his cock. you envelop his head in your warm mouth, so girthy that it’s stretching your lips. taking him in inch by inch, he throws his head back, hips bucking towards you. he bites the inside of his cheek before sitting up, pressing his hand to the back of your head and thrusting his hips in your mouth, “mmph?!” your mouth was stuffed with his warmth, and tears pricked the corner of your eyes when his tip brushes against your uvula. “m’sorry,” he apologized breathlessly, his chest rising up and down “need you so bad.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair, fucking your face at a steady pace. your lips were just so soft and plump, seeing them wrapped around him made him lightheaded. tears started to stream down your plush cheeks, your pussy throbbing against your damp panties. “m’close.” he warns shakily, “open wider for me, hmm?” he cups your cheek, swiping his thumb on your cheek to wipe the tears off. you look up at him through your wet lashes, you rub your thighs together tightly to try and ease the heat. the way his cock slid against your velvety tongue forced grunts from his throat, you let out choked noises — causing vibrations in your throat.

“f-fuck..m’gonna cum. can I cum? in your mouth, hmm?” he grunts and you nod in response. he explodes in your mouth with a guttural groan, his hot and thick cum coming out in spurts — going directly down your throat. your jaw was tired, he pulls out of your mouth and a string of saliva mixed with his semen connected his tip to your lips. his cock was still hard and you couldn’t handle the heat pooling in between your thighs anymore. “I want it inside me.” you rub your puffy cheeks against his cock, “please?”

he was still catching his breath, rummaging through his pockets to grab a condom. he takes the corner of the pack in between his teeth, tearing it open with his sharp canine. “here,” he hands it to you, you place it on his head before wrapping your lips around him once again, using your mouth to slide it on him. “fuck, that’s hot.” he rasped lowly. you lick your lips clean before standing up, “c’mere.” he pats his lap and you approach him, he places his large hands on your hips before tugging at your panties. you lift your skirt to your waist to show him, he hooks his fingers on the waistband and pulls them down. revealing your wet and swollen cunt.

he swallows thickly before you sat down on his lap, he puts your panties in his pockets before putting two of his slender fingers in his mouth. coating them with his saliva before bringing them down to your puffy pussy lips, rubbing it all over your entrance. “damn..so sticky.”

he plunges his fingers inside your cunt up to his knuckles, scissoring them inside to stretch your tight walls. “and so tight.”

“hurryyy..” you whine, “be patient.” he kisses your sweaty forehead, thumbing at your throbbing clit. “I want it now toruuu-” he shuts you up by kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue. once he has loosened you up enough, he presses his tip against your entrance, rubbing on your slick folds. “don’t tease me and put it in- ah!” you let out a gasp, your walls hugging the tip of his cock tightly “fuck.” he hisses.

he pushes in further slowly, your lips part open as you felt your walls stretch around his throbbing length. his tip prodding against a spongy spot deep inside you, “r-right there.” you croaked, your walls convulsing and clenching around his cock. “you’re sucking me in,” he groans, looking down and watching your puffy clit throb. your pussy juices dripping down on his white happy trail, “m’gonna move, ‘kay?”

you nod while biting your bottom lip. his thrusts were slow and gentle, stroking you deep inside. you clawed at his back and bit down on his shoulder to suppress your uncontrollable moans. his pace doesn’t falter, he’s continuously hitting your sweet spot — abusing it. his brows furrow in concentration, letting out soft breathless moans against your ear. “j-just like that, baby.” you mewled, your lips quivering as whines spilled from them. his hot gaze never left you, watching how you felt so good on his cock.

he was pulsing inside your gummy walls, your arms trembling as your nails scrape his back. “relax, it’s so tight.” he whispers, “c-can’t..” you babbled, soft cries leaving your lips as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. your soft pussy’s flushed, he pulls out of you, and your hole gapes as it clenches around nothing. “ride me.” he commands, grabbing his cock and slapping it against your hole — wet smacks from the heavy weight of his dick filled your ears like music.

you started to bounce on his cock like you fucking owned it. smearing your juices all over his pelvis, you held onto his broad shoulders for support while his hands are on your waist. he’s gut-deep inside you, filthy sounds of your pussy squelching filled the small storage room along with the clapping sounds of your ass against his balls.

“feels s’good, love.” he groaned through his teeth, the grip on your waist tightening. “I’m getting tired.” you hiccuped, “I got you.” his hands move down to your hips, bouncing you on his cock faster. your body jolts with each thrust he gave your tiny pretty pussy. “n-not so rough..” you sobbed and he kisses your cheek, your tears coating his lips. “you’re mine, right? this pussy too. all mine.”

he presses his hand against your back, making your back arch as his strokes got faster and heavier. “toru!” you moaned his name loudly as he purposely and repeatedly brushed against your sweet spot. he was pounding your tight cunt and you were taking it so well, sucking him in more — each time with need. “you’re gonna make me cum..” you cried out and he groans, feeling the gumminess of your walls fluttering around his cock. “cum for me baby, cum on my dick.” he gruffly moans, he's pushing his cock into your puffy little cunt deeper, trying to fill you to the brim. you brush the pearly white strands sticking to his forehead, grabbing him by the sides of his head and pulling him towards you for a kiss. your abdomen tightens as you cum, tightening around him — milking his cock.

he soon follows after you, cumming so much that he fills the condom until it’s heavy. you lean your head weakly on his shoulder, chests rising up and down as you two came down from your high. you mustered up all your strength to stand up, legs shaking as his cock left your swollen cunt. his length coated in white and glistening in his semen, “huh..? where’s the condom?” he panicked and you looked down at your cunt, plunging your fingers deep inside you to grab the piece of rubber. “f-found it..” you panted as you pulled the heavy condom out of your glistening pussy, it was heavy and filled with an impressive amount of semen. he sighs in relief, “let’s get you cleaned up.” he pulls out his handkerchief to wipe the tears and drool off of your face.

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you made up a plausible excuse on why you were late to class, trying to ignore the uncomfortable stickiness in between your legs. when your class was dismissed, you hurriedly went outside the school and saw gojo walking towards the school gate. you ran towards him “satoru!” you called out loudly that everyone turned their heads to you, a surprised and puzzled look spreading across their faces. gojo was startled as well, thinking that he was just hearing your sweet voice again but he turns around anyways only to be attacked with a tight hug from you — your face buried in his chest.

“y/n?! everyone’s looking!” he whisper-yells at you, “I don’t care.” you spoke in a muffled manner, your face still buried in his chest. “silly girl.” he titters before patting your head, his heart flutters at your actions, falling deeper into you. “let’s go to my place.” you hug his arm as you both walked towards the school gate, “your place?” his mind started to get clouded with dirty thoughts. “yup. and study for finals.”

“r-right.” he clears his throat and you gave him a cute grin, your eyes darting to the hickey you gave him a few hours ago. you do plan to give him the absolutely sloppiest head of all time when you get back to your house, but first, you wanna clarify to everyone that you are being a good influence to him.

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So real.

The four horsemen of sitting like slut

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I. TWO MOONS. ONE STAR. ⸻ JING YUAN

﹚ SYN. jasmine tea. vanilla. ribbons. you hated seeing him go.

﹚ CW. fem!reader. princess!reader. mother!reader. reader has long hair. established relationship. world building—Xostiera is the world that i have created. slight angst? yanqing is four. italics are apart of the story but i cannot give it away! slight descriptions of yanqing and reader training. pet names: my love. my lady. MINORS DNI! AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI!

fem!reader + jing yuan

﹚ WC. 2k. edited? thank you to everyone who beta read it for me 🥹🫶🏼 you guys are the greatest 🥹

﹚ NOTE. it’s such a short chapter but i wanted everyone to see a glimpse of everything. it wouldn’t be fair if i started it off with how i was intending it to 🥹 SEND ASKS TO BE ADDED TO TAGLIST! pls make sure you have an age indicator somewhere in your bio! thank you to everyone who has enjoyed the snippets and are excited for it! it means a lot tooooo me! also! jing yuan havers will be jing yuan havers 🤍 may we all bring him home 🥹

“In Xostiera there are two moons. One moon represents death and the other represents life. One star is all we’ve ever needed in Xostiera. Yanqing is my one star and well, you and I are the two moons.”

“Do you remember when you first brought him to me?” You take a sip of the jasmine tea, glancing at your husband. You watch him shift in his seat, Mimi sprawled out beside him along with Cassio cuddling up next to her.

“I do and the look on your face was priceless,” He sets the cup down, looking at the young boy that was drawing stick figures in the dirt. “You had just come back from a war, wounded and defeated. Yet, there I was carrying a child without any care.”

You nod, an amusing smile on your lips. “What was it that you said?” you ask, watching Yanqing carefully. Making sure the small child didn’t venture off. It was a memory that faintly stayed on a loop in your mind, afraid of letting it come to a close. It was the only time where you truly felt at peace. Holding a child so small made the world stop. Yanqing was your son by choice but not by blood.

“Will you do the honors to help me raise this child as our own, my lady,” he recites with a teasing smile. He takes your hand into his, watching the light shine on your face. The faint creases of age would have been visible but the curse that engulfed your body had stopped that process. Looking the same as the day he had laid his eyes on you in the Xostiera manor.

“He will make a fine knight. You and I both know it. He has already begged me to take him to the Divine Foresight temple—“

You turn your attention back over towards him. “He is only four, Yuan,” you frown, shivering at the thought of Yanqing enduring hours of training that would deem him restless. “We already do hand to hand combat each morning.” you add with defeat clouding your judgements. Yanqing mumbles out your name, running over to you. His long hair had fallen out of its blue ribbon, small tears started to prick his eyes.

If Jing Yuan had his mind set on something, there was no use in trying to persuade him out of it. After being married to the general for years now, those persuasions only worked half of the time. He knew you had a point. You wanted to have the boy all to yourself until he was 5, an agreement that formed the day he was placed into your arms. A good age for him to train, have accountability in his future, and even become Jing Yuan’s student. Someone he could pass the role of being general off too.

Jing Yuan sits in silence, observing Yanqing sit still in your lap, as you gather his hair in your hand. His small tears had gone dry, feeling content in your lap, an easy fix for the toddler. “We were younger than him when we were training. My love, nothing will hurt him. The boy wrestles Mimi and Cassio.” he strains, giving you a small glare.

He bites back his tongue, watching your eye slightly twitch, as you quickly tie ribbon around the hair. Before you could speak, Yanqing happily shouts, “I want my hair like yours.” Pointing at the two braids, the purple and red ribbons tied at the ends had caught the little one’s eyes.

“How about you put ribbons in Mimi’s hair? We can have Cassio wear a bow.” you exclaim, tickling his sides as he shimmys his way off of you. His faint giggles bring a small smile to Jing Yuan, the child was the light in both your lives. He would never come in between a mother and son, it would be far too difficult for him.

He understood why you were protecting him but Jing Yuan knew that you wouldn’t be able to protect him forever. The dangers within the worlds were growing closer and you were going to get called back to your planet soon. Leaving a teary eyed Yanqing and a feral panther that despised sleeping outside in his wake.

Yanqing slowly wakes up Cassio first, his small hands nudging the black panther awake as Mimi’s tail lightly taps on the boy. You undo the two braids from your hair, the ribbon pooling into your lap. Getting up from the pillow, you lean forward in front of Jing Yuan pulling the ribbon from his hair. His silver locks fall from the half up ponytail, framing his face perfectly.

He chokes heavily on his tea, placing the cup down, wiping his mouth with a cloth. “What are you doing?” he whispers, looking at you with wide eyes. He quickly tries to take the ribbon from you but you were quick, shooting your arm up in the air. “I have a gathering—“

You giggle, flattening out his hair with a careful hand. “You look like you’re 16 again. You should wear it down more often.” you gently put a strand of hair behind his ear as he pulls you down next to him. You even out the ribbons, carefully undoing any unwanted knot.

“If I wore it down more often, would I get more kisses in return?” he beams, a smile on his lips. You hum in thought, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

He smells of vanilla and wood, the faint aroma making you breathe him in with your eyes closed. Jing Yuan had a way with his words, his actions, but he had trouble showing love. He was scared of giving you and Yanqing too much or even too little but he is slowly understanding that his love was just enough.

“Maybe.” you profess, a giggle escaping from your lips. You kiss his temple, nudging your nose into his cheek. He kisses the top of your head, watching Yanqing talk to the two animals. The general hated to admit it but he felt his happiest when he was with you both. He was free from the worries of war, plans, and such much more.

But Jing Yuan knew that every happy moment had to come to an end. “It’s at the hour where I need to leave.” He pulls away from you, avoiding your eyes as he slowly makes his way up off the ground.

You let out a little sigh through your nose, trying to keep yourself from getting upset. Duties that came with being a general didn’t affect just him but also you. He had very little time to spare and each day you’d count down the days where he would be off. It was a cycle you're still not used to and for years you’ve never gotten used to the feeling of sleeping alone.

“Yanqing, here are your ribbons.” you mumble, letting the small boy take the ribbons from you.

Yanqing’s smile never leaves, telling the animals to stay still before carefully wrapping the long purple ribbon around Cassio’s neck. You start to tidy up the small table, occupying your mind with work rather than the thought of him being away for another week.

Yanqing pauses briefly, getting up from his spot, carefully using Jing Yuan’s pant leg for support. He takes notice of the way you carefully poured the remaining tea into your cup, the set didn’t clatter, and the tea made no noise. Yanqing called this ‘Mother’s angry’ because your movements were rigid, throwing yourself into work that didn’t need to be done. Yanqing never understood why you got sad after Jing Yuan left, he was only away for a few days. To him it meant no early rising and no training but he was far too young to understand.

Jing Yuan watches, finding the right time to snatch the single red ribbon that was discarded on Mimi’s mane. You watch him from the side, shaking your head at his hesitation, but it leaves a small smile on your lips. He was careful not to be seen by Yanqing as he wraps the ribbon around his hair.

You lean against a beam, a tired sigh falls from your lips. The tea set was ready to be used, the small table looked lonely, and the pillows were perfect. The sun pours down onto Jing Yuan, the light framing his face in a manner that makes your heart skip a beat. He looked the same as he did years ago.

You give Yanqing a wide smile, pushing yourself off of the beam. Easing the small boy of any worries that started to cloud his mind. “Leaving without giving your wife a kiss, general?” you question, crossing your arms over your chest.

He chuckles, turning around to face you. “I would never do such a thing,” he plants a chaste kiss on your forehead, pulling you into a hug. You could hear the faint ‘ews’ coming from Yanqing. “Frustration is not a good look on you, Y/n.” he whispers, kissing your temple in reassurance before he pulls away.

“Go. Go. Before there will be no general of the Divine Foresight,” you playfully taunt, kissing him softly. He hums, placing his head against yours, and in that moment he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay and watch Yanqing tackle the cats and hold you in his arms, whispering to each other. “You’re lingering.” your lips brush against his, looking at him through your lashes. You flatten out some of his hair, twisting the ends.

“What if—“ he starts, eyes wide and full of ideas but the look on your face has him backpedaling the idea.

“Jing Yuan, cloud knights will bombard our home if you don’t leave now,” you grab the sides of his face, meeting his eyes. “We will be here,” you whisper, your thumb going over the faint blemishes of his skin. “Now go.” you kiss his beauty mark, watching him give you a tired smile.

Yanqing hugs him goodbye quickly, shaking the general’s arm in promise of bringing the boy back treats. It was something the small child looked forward to, in an attempt for Jing Yuan to apologize for being absent.

Jing Yuan looks back at you one last time, a small twinkle in his eyes and a smile. The birds chirped their songs, the leaves had slowly started to fall, and you were counting down the hours until he would see you again.

“I love you.” he mouths quickly, slipping past the double red wood doors. Your heart follows him wherever he goes but your mind stays content.

You hum, looking up at the sky. “I love you too.” you whisper, clutching the green jade necklace that grew heavy in your hands.

“The hardest part of all was watching him leave. I knew he would come back to me but if the roles were switched….I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. I have to stay in the Xianzhou, they need me but the royal council is calling. They need their moon….”

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