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fayeriess · 6 months

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astarion ancunin x gn!reader

summary: after a restless night, astarion finds himself seeking comfort. your tent is where he finds it.

warnings: some angst?? a little fluff, not proof-read

a/n: this is my first one-shot for bg3, and i'm lowkey excited?? not as familiar with the game as i'd like to be ( on my first unfinished playthrough ) so bare with me

There’s a nagging in the crevices of the fluid that occupies Astarion’s skull; aside from the tadpole wriggling about - making home directly in his frontal lobe. He tightens his jaw, grinding his teeth together so harshly that he could feel his spine reverberate in the process; a small pinch near his salivary gland.

This is a recurrence- something he hates dearly with his non-existent soul; thinking. Even though his heart no longer thrummed in his chest, the air was long gone from his lungs, and cold permanently tainting his body, he still had his thoughts.

More often than not, that bothered him severely. No, it tortured him as he lay mindlessly blinking in the darkness of his tent, arms pin-straight by his side, lips pressed together to keep from wobbling slightly.

He supposes he could cry, albeit having to be silent about it. Astarion’s done it before; in the musky abyss in one of Cazador’s many dungeons underneath his luxurious castle of torment, but it’s difficult tonight. Clenching his left fist, he felt the blood drain from his knuckles as the even ridges of his fingernails indent his frigid palm, the muscle of his tongue darting out between his teeth to graze over chapped lips.

Through the silence that seemed to suffocate him slowly, his pointy ears perked at the constant chirping of crickets and the crackling of the firewood a few feet away from his bedroll. Astarion was coming to realize that those sounds sounded oddly serene; nature. The grass, the moon, the sun. Oh, how warm it had felt on his marble skin. A nice low heat to the teeth-chattering ice that sat dormant in his veins. He could practically bathe in it, arms outstretched toward the big ball of fire in the sky, trickles of light seeping through his pores, heating every fiber of his being.

It basked his figure in a glow so bright and fuzzy that Astarion swore his dead heart actually skipped quite a few beats, a low buzz in his sternum. He cherished it.

It was something he would never utter aloud, his sharp tongue suddenly dulling when he felt his gaze soften during interactions, a subtle but noticeable change in his mood he always tries to mask with his cracking facade. Vulnerability did not look good on him as much as his prized tunics did.

Letting a sigh seep out into the chilled night air through glossy, spit-covered teeth, Astarion shuffled within the comfort of his bedroll, his bones cracking slightly as he rose to his knees slowly. Blinking back the burn developing in his sockets, he lifted an index finger to wipe at his hooded lids, sharp canines puncturing a pillowed bottom lip.

Secretly, he hoped that no one would be able to tell how stressful he’s been lately, especially you. You could always read people like an open book; a story laid bare before you - cut and dry and easy to decipher. It didn’t take much for you to come to simple conclusions in dire situations of need. Everyone else in your small group could attest to that with blind faith.

That was something that made the pale elf roll his eyes in slight distaste, as if your actions were something that inconvenienced him severely, as if everything you said was something he was supposed to agree with. But, you weren’t like that.

Astarion figured that out under the glow of the moonlight, hidden by thick tree branches and surrounded by the overwhelming smell of dewed grass merely a month ago, back when his attempts to bed you were more than apparent. His brows had furrowed in confusion then, a small pang in his chest as if the knife lodged within the tissue of his heart was dipped in poison. He was confused. For the first time in a while the elf was confused as to why you didn’t take him as you saw fit that night.

Closing his eyes, Astarion took a wasteful breath, feeling as if it was needed in the moment as his lashes brushed against the blotches of watercolor black, blue and purple that adorned his under eyes, hand reached out to swat away the flap of his tent soon after.

Crimson eyes darted to look through the treelines, a sense of alert flooding through his body as leaves rubbed together, sounding like crumpled parchment as he averted his gaze to Karlach’s back, her nightwear frumpled as she hunched over, sharpening one of the many weapons laid out on the soil next to her; dirty and dull.

Shuffling past her as quietly as he could, Astarion blew air from between his lips in hopes of adjusting the snowy white coil of hair that blocked his vision, making his way to your tent. A certain hunger arose in him when his pointed ears picked up the sound of your blood flowing through thick veins, sweet like the rolls you’d occasionally bring to the camp from a nearby trader if they had a few.

His throat is dry, the thirst for your blood creeping up on him just like the soft spot for you had after you had confided in him after accidentally bearing witness to the angry scars that littered the expanse of his back, a constant itch to follow the raised skin. He knew you wouldn’t refuse his request to drink from you, having let him sink his teeth into the pulse point of your neck multiple times to keep his hunger at bay.

Nocturnal animals didn’t satiate his cravings as much as your essence did. It was a pull stronger than he ever thought possible, even if his belly was full - he was not, not until he had your sweet, sweet blood pooling at the tip of his tongue. Instinctively, his upper lip curled, teeth bared before he swiped the muscle of his tongue over them, swallowing the sandpaper that covered his esophagus.

“‘Starion?” Your small whisper carried in the wind, straight to his ears.

Within the thin fabric of your tent, he could hear you shuffling about before your head peaked out from the open flap, eyes still ridden with sleep looking up at his towering frame through long lashes. “What are you doing?”

“Restless night.”

At that, your brows furrowed, warm, clammy palm cupping his; an invitation inside your private space which he accepted without another word.

In the darkness, he could make out the array of worn out pillows covering every inch of the small space, alongside a couple of different items from past journeys and small trinkets that reminded you of your childhood; innocence lost. He figured it was something you were trying to gain back - a sense of control over your dysfunctional life.

Crouching down, his knees ached slightly, palms flat against the ground before making himself as comfortable as he possibly could given thoughts plaguing his mind. With narrowed eyes, he watched as you spun on your bottom to face him, knees knocking with his as you pressed your lips together thinly.

“I must admit I'm struggling to find peace tonight as well.” Mumbling, your hand raised to smooth over the goosebumps that had found their way to the surface of your arms, raising every individual hair. “Dreams become much too vivid to me now.”

Leaning as far back into the pile of pillows as he could, he could see your eyes, glossy and wide as they locked onto his. “Do tell, darling.”

His tone is slightly playful, a small inch of concern weaved between his words as his spine stiffened from his position.

Huffing, your shoulders lifted in a small shrug before falling back into place, ears growing hot from the embarrassment oozing through your pores. You weren’t one to confide in others about your state of distress, especially to those who you deem untrustworthy.

This was merely a Freudian slip, a loose tongue, but you continued despite everything in you telling you to sew your lips closed with thick thread.

“There was this… looming sense of dread in my dreams. I was in a field of tall grass, it reminded me of this meadow my father used to take me to when I was ten and one.” Your voice trailed, the scenery of a multitude of flowers and lucious, bright green grass appearing in the forefront of your mind. “I can still smell the manure of the nearby pigpens, but everything was just so bleak. I’m sure I was alone, and even though I somehow knew it wasn’t real, everything else felt like it was. There was a red rose sitting in a bed of white ones, almost as if it was being cushioned just for me.” He could hear the smile in your words, although from the tone of your voice, he could tell that it wasn’t a genuine one.

“I reached out toward it, and then felt a slight pinch almost as if something poked me.” rubbing the pads of your thumb and index finger together, you stared at them, expecting a trickle of dotted blood to seep from the barely visible wound you had received in the meadow in the crevices of your mind. “It was a thorn, a big one at that. That’s when I woke up, and then I saw your shadow outside…”

The pause that followed was one of comfort, a way for you to know that the vampire before you was listening, grasping onto each word uttered through chapped lips, your warm breath on his face.

Astarion gnawed on his bottom lip gently, careful of his two sharper teeth as his gaze never left your troubled face, a twinge of empathy. “I have those dreams sometimes too. When I let my eyes drift shut, there’s a sort of vulnerability that follows; renders me defenseless.”

You nodded in the darkness, grasping onto the words that he forced out of his throat like bile, unwanted and already digested. Astarion was a secretive person, for many reasons that were acceptable, drenched in endless pain and suffering. “My skin still burns. It’s all so fresh.”

Scooting beside him, you cautiously took notice of the way he curled into himself, knees now tucked into his chest as he raised a hand toward his back, sliding it under his shirt to let his fingers ghost over the scars on his back. The muscles in his face contort, a pained expression painting his face, no developing laughter lines, no crows feet at the corners of his eyes. He was forever a little star; his name a memory of a past he can’t recall.

“He can no longer touch you.” You stated firmly, each word spat with venom. It was true as far as you were concerned. You’d never lie to Astarion. You’d never lie to any of your friends about the impending death that loomed over them, the blood that would be on their hands in the following weeks as you continue your trek to Baldur’s Gate.

“You’d think after being a slave for nearly three centuries that I'd bask in the glory that freedom has to offer me.” A curt, bitter laugh escapes his lips as he throws his hands in the air, “But I-I can’t, and I have no idea why.”

Twisting your neck just a couple of inches, you stared at the side of his face, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

Astarion could hear how loudly your heart thumped in the solace of your ribcage, the blood flowing through your veins, the quiet hum of your throat as you swallowed. And for once - he wills himself to think about life without his affliction, even if just for a second before he could no longer stand to see himself so meek and small, so… helpless.

“It’s the fear he instilled within you. He tormented you your entire existence and it’s not something you can let go of so easily, I un-”

“Please don’t tell me you understand.” His words were nothing above a whisper as he leaned closer, the material of his sleep shirt rubbing against yours before you felt the chill of his skin on your upper arm.

In those rare moments of genuine words exchanged between the both of you in the safety of each other's company, you had never seen him so fearful. Fearful of becoming a slave for the desires and sexual needs of others once more, hands forever touching bodies he’d force himself to forget, washing the dirt and grime off of every crevice of himself with tears in his eyes and silent sobs. “I’ll never return to that, to him.”

“I won’t let that happen. You’re more than what he created you to be.”

Hesitantly, you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, causing his spine to grow rigid for the third time it seemed, before he melted under your touch, soft curls tickling the skin under your jaw before he buried his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of lavender and pine wood that always seemed to be glued to you. It wasn’t the first time you’ve touched Astarion like this, in an intimate way, without the premise of sex in the foreground, but this time felt different.

It was different.

You were more soft than he realized, weren’t you? Astarion thought himself to be nothing concerning a warm-hearted, selfless individual. He was anything but. Bred for destruction and submission, bloodletted countless times through frantic and harsh whips, lashes - anything that could make the smell of his coppery perfume permeate the air.

However, for once in his eternal existence Astarion realized he felt something that had grown foreign to him; love.

Love for you.

Love for himself.

And he’d be damned if the sinned soil of this earth took any of that away from him.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion bg3 #astarion x you #astarion imagine #baldur's gate 3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x you #astarion

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k-n0-x · 1 month

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Drunken confessions- Lucifer x reader- 100 Followers special! ✨

A/N- Hey everyone! This small one shot is a Luci x reader fic to mark my 100 followers special (It increased to 120 as I was writing this lmfaoaoao💀💀) per the poll I hosted not too long ago. We can't get enough of our favourite boy, can we

Tysm guys <3

Nsfw ahead!

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You swirl the remaining amount of red drink in your cup, facing the only man that you love with all your heart.

“So, Apple Pie, this ain't so bad, right?”

Lucifer and yourself have been together for years.

Today marks the fifth year of such.

You guys have been through thick and thin together, and over the course of those years, his love for you only grew, especially when you saw Charlie as your own and she loved you as a mother in turn.

So much so that she decided to organise a ‘Super romantic, candle lit, heartfelt dinner’ (Her words, not mine) at her hotel.

Nonetheless, she really pulled off all the stops; that quirk just sort of comes with her personality.

Just like her father.

“Your daughter has really outdone herself this time Luci,” you place the glass cup on the table.

“Yeah, sshe's like that,” The demon king chuckles, drinking another glass of wine.

“Careful, you know how tipsy you can get darling,”

Your lover snickers.

“Asss if! Your’rre talking to the King of Hell here,” The rosy-cheeked demon takes your hand.

He hiccups.

“Oh yeah? Well, my king seems to be tripping over his words. Come on love, let's go upstairs,” You grab Lucifer by the arm, but he pulls you back into a hug.

“I love you sooooo much, my Songbird,” Lucifer plants his lips on yours, which you accept.

Kissing him is like eating : you need it to live, and it's exhilarating when you appreciate it, no matter how often you partake in it.

His hands trace up and down your back, reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress.

“Hey now? Cheeky are we?” You tease.

“Come on, my darling King, let's go somewhere more… private,” Seems like the alcohol caught up to you too.

Nonetheless, Lucifer displays a toothy grin and bridal carries you to one of the guest bedrooms upstairs.

The room was decorated with an array of shades of red. The bed was king size with plush pillows and a crimson sheet.

But more about that later.

Lucifer hungrily pounces on you, pinning you on the bed, painting bites and hickeys all over your neck, eliciting moans from you.

You tussle his platinum blond hair and your legs find themselves wrapped around your husband’s waist, as you both continue to make out passionately, rocking back and forth as one.

Things were getting steamy, and lo and behold, a familiar friend appears from Lucifer’s groin.

He pulls you closer, and you grind against him.

“Ugh, Sweetheart,” Lucifer groans from the pressure.

Lucifer’s hands frantically try to take off your dress by all means, pathetically wanting you, needing you.

You tsk.

“Needy, aren't we?” Your fingers drum gently on his flushed face, eyes lidded.

You sit on top of him, pretending to think, continuing to grind on him.

“Now, now, good things don't come fast…. but~,” You pause.

“Good boys deserve a reward, am I right?” You coo, the King of Hell whimpering at the words in agreement.

Even though you've done this countless times, it’s still amusing how you can bring the King of Hell down to a blubbering mess.

The alcohol sure does help though.

“Songbird- please- I can't take this anymore,”

“Ssh, It’s okay honey, just relax, you're a bit drunk right now. Let me take care of you,” you say as you pull down your partner’s trousers, letting his erect cock loose.

Lucifer zips down your dress simultaneously and it falls off of the bed. His lust-filled eyes look at your beautiful figure, truly enamoured by it.

Slowly, you let yourself sit on his throbbing dick, holding Lucifer’s face in your hands, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

You could practically feel him itching to thrust himself in you, but refraining from doing so.

“My love please,” Lucifer whines as his hips buckle under your body, begging for any stimulation.

Finally (To Lucifer anyway) you start to shift and move around on his member.

When you started, both of you couldn't stop. Despite his position, he manages to pump in and out of you.

“Hng- Ahh, Yes! Right there, ng-” your wet folds expand to his cock, and your arms claw at his back, you moan at each and every thrust that reaches within you.

“Don't stop- Oh God I'm about to-” before you could even sputter the words out, your orgasm makes you shiver and draw heavy breaths along with Lucifer’s cum filling up your hole, thin ropes of it glazing down his manhood.

You feel the demon’s wings wrapping around you in an embrace, closing you both from the world; it's only you and him.

“Angel?” Lucifer mumbles into your shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I love you so much. Thank you for being mine,”

“And the same from me Luci,” You gently peck his beautiful face.

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“Sooo, how was the dinner?” Charlie practically jumping up and down of her seat during breakfast the next morning.

Lucifer wanted to sleep in a bit, so you let him be upstairs.

“Perfect, Charlie,” You respond, sipping a cup of tea.

“Thank you,”

“Yo Charlie,” Angel pipes up.

“Seems like you may have a younger sibling sometime soon- ow!” you kick the porn star under the table.

Charlie flushes at Angel’s remark.

You groan at Angel’s smug grin.

Well, at least Charlie knows that you and her dad love each other.

Right?

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Word count- 913 words~

#fanfiction #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #fluff #Switch lucifer

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fungal-rot · 2 days

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Sweet, Domestic Life

this one's actually based off a lucid dream i had months ago and oh how i wish to be back there </3 so i decided to write a quick little one shot about it

pairing: Joel x Reader

summary: you and joel have a three year old daughter, and today is her birthday. the two of you are setting up for her party!

warnings: age gap between joel and reader, no specified age for reader, jackson!era, the daughter isn't named here bc i wanted it to feel a little more personal for the reader, but her nickname is Bug, you and Joel make out for a quick second, your child is a cock-block, reader is referred as mama.

w.c.: 1.2k

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Mermaid-Princesses.

That is the theme your three year old daughter had her little heart set on. And of course, Joel did everything in his power to make it happen because 'whatever daddy's girl wants, daddy's girl gets.' So now here you were, hunched over while holding a plastic tiara with pink, heart-shaped rhinestones in one hand, and trying to zip up the back of this corny little iridescent mermaid dress with the other- on a child that couldn't sit still for longer than a second.

"Bug, I need you to stop moving," You tell her as you followed her tiny steps, hand chasing the zipper as she toddled off. Joel sat on the couch, blowing up balloons and tying them off before bopping them elsewhere into the living room. He watched the two of you with a fond gleam in his eyes, chuckling under his breath as the girl argued incoherently, wanting to go play.

"W- hold on a sec, girlfriend." You huffed and placed your hands on your hips, peering down at her with a cocked brow, "I'm almost done."

"No, I play now." She spoke back immediately with a firm shake of her head and scampered off, tiny feet stomping against the hardwood floor. You sighed and threw your hands up before letting them drop back to your sides with a light smack.

Toddlers, man.

"She gets that from you," Joel commented, a smirk turning up one corner of his mouth as he tied off another balloon. "That 'tude. Just as sassy as her mama." He tossed the balloon into the air and smacked it in your direction.

With a quick titter, you reached out and tapped the bottom with the tiara, letting it hover for a second longer before hitting it to the ground with the rest. "Mm, you must be so happy." Your brows waggled teasingly with an imperceptible back-and-forth nod of your head.

Joel was silent for a beat, his heart leaping in his chest as he stared back at you. He thought about all he's lost, all he's gained, and where he's at right now. He never thought he'd have another kid after Sarah, let alone two. Life was currently really good for the older man. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, gaze softening as he gave you the gentlest smile, "The happiest." He responded sincerely.

Your shoulders droop a bit with a fluttering feeling growing in your stomach. Then making your way towards him, you sat down and ran your fingers through the graying hair at the nape of his neck.

"I love you," With a murmur you lean in and press a delicate, chaste kiss to his cheek, only for him to return it by swiveling his head and cupping your jaw tenderly, kissing you slowly and passionately. Joel placed a big hand at the small of your back as he licked at your bottom lip before slipping it in for a deep, loving kiss; noses pressed against the others cheek as he wrapped another arm around you.

He pulled away, just enough to reply, "I love you," and crashed his mouth against yours once more.

Then your daughter came running back in, now holding a pair of pink plastic princess pumps, the face of Aurora- Sleeping Beauty- buttoned at the top in feathery down in her pudgy hands, "Mama, shoes."

Your lips part from Joel's with a wet 'smack' as you peer down at your kid, nodding vaguely with a smile, "Yeah, they are! You want mama to help?" You tentatively reach your hands out in an offering, but she quickly turned her body from you, hugging the toy shoes to her chest.

"No, I do'd it."

You giggled, finding her grammar mishap endearing. "Okay, you 'do'd' it, then."

She turned her back to the two of you and crouched down, carefully placing the items to the floor before standing upright again, teetering a bit and grasping Joel's knee for support. He held out his arms, spotting her as he arched his brows in light amusement.

"Y'got it?" He asked, head tilting while he watched his babygirl hike a leg up, struggling to find balance.

"No." She answered softly, lips thinning and brows furrowing with concentration. The shoes were certainly too big for her, you noticed, as she slipped one foot in and lifted the other to do the same.

"Y'want my help?"

"No."

Joel turned to you with a flat expression, eyes saying, 'I told you.'

Yeah, this was definitely your child.

Yet you shrug your shoulders dismissively, slipping the tiara into his hair, leaving it lopsided, "Here, hold that," you spoke and took the opportunity to finally get your daughter's dress zipped, careful to not snag her hair or undershirt into it.

"And she actually gets her stubbornness from you, by the way." You smoothed her sleeves out, working your way down to adjust the shimmery tail of her dress, tugging at the hem slightly while she got her other foot in the slipper, bending over to reach for a red balloon.

All he could do was hum in response, the corner of his mouth flitting up as he grabbed the inflated sack of rubber and handed it to her. She held it up over her head, the static electricity making her hair stand up.

When she finally got situated, Joel let his arms lower a bit as she turned, arms still over her head while her feet scuffled against the floor.

Your daughter's face beamed with delight as she looked between the two of you proudly.

"Lookit you!" Joel exclaimed, mirroring her expression. His palms then splayed under her armpits, and with a soft grunt he picked her up, placing her on his lap before smoothing her flyaways down. He plucked the tiara off his head and placed it on hers, adjusting it so it would sit right, "Daddy's li'l princess."

Her shoulders turned up, now holding the balloon in one pudgy hand while the other placed against her mouth with a scrunched nose and toothy smile as she giggled excitedly.

"More like daddy's li'l stinkbutt," Another voice entered. Ellie walked in, kicking a few balloons to the side with arms folded over her chest as she observed the little girl with a playful glint in her eyes. The comment didn't faze the toddler one bit; instead she lifted her feet, presenting them to Ellie.

"Bellie, shoes." Her voice squeaked, legs kicking and arms reaching out to be held. The oldest girl laughed quietly at the mispronunciation of her name and leaned down to pick her up from Joel's lap, hoisting her onto her hip with a soft bounce.

"I see that, Bug!" She began to walk off, continuing to hold the conversation. "You know what a princess needs? A knight," Her voice carried through the living room and down the hall.

"I'll protect you from dragons, and monsters, and weird men who want to court you-"

You chortled with a shake of your head, leaning into Joel's side, resting your head on his shoulder and run your hand between the spot on his shoulder blades. The two of you sat there, relishing in the family you've created. Even though life wasn't like it used to be, it was still a nice change of pace to what you've endured before.

Life was good.

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again, thank you, everyone who’s shown me support and love on my last fics. i’m very grateful for every reblog and comment, please keep doing that. it makes me motivated to keep writing.

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loko4koko · 6 months

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·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ Miya Atsumu x fem!Reader ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

>fanart_credit: GREEN_U_U_ (via_twitter)

MDNI 18+

>word_count: 7384

>contents: alcohol mentions (major plot point), implied drunk sex/hookup, kinda implied sex with a stranger, implied and explicit rough sex, drunk marriage proposal/wedding, atsumu being super rich for plot purposes, slight pda, slight dry humping/grinding, explicit p in v, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), atsumu talking filthy, atsumu ripping reader’s panties off, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), cervix/womb fucking (very brief), mating press, multiple positions, creampie, atsumu being the world’s best husband *~*

skull pounding. head aching. brain melting.

those are the only ways you could describe waking up right now. face contorting and stretching as you blink bleary eyes, you close them just as quickly with a pained moan when the light of day shining through the windows hits you. you know you fucked up, know you got far too wasted last night because you never feel this hungover- not unless you down an excessive amount of shots in a not nearly spaced out enough timeframe. you rub at your face with the hand not curled under your pillow and something feels…strange. there’s something cold, hard, metallic that almost scratches you and your brow furrows, forcing your eyes open despite the brightness to look at your palm.

“what the fuck..?” you whisper, voice still strained with exhaustion and you’re staring in confusion as you turn your hand around to look at the back side. okay, you were right on first glance, that’s a fucking ring sitting on your finger. a decent sized rock, princess cut set on a silver band, one that you have to doubt it’s realness for the simple fact that you’ve never seen it before and, if it were a true diamond, would cost an amount of money that you could only call exorbitant. you stare at the ring for a moment before realizing that the backdrop of your current view is..not where you’d expected to go to sleep last night (this morning? you aren’t quite sure to be honest.) the hotel room is far more opulent than the one you’d dropped your bags into. this room is at least double, maybe even 3 times as big with floor to ceiling windows and a view too high and holy shit, this is basically a penthouse. you are in someone’s room- no, someone’s suite with what is potentially a diamond ring on your finger and now you’re worrying that you got so goddamn drunk that you managed to break into someone’s insanely costly hotel and decorated yourself with their insanely costly jewelry. your eyes could rival a full moon as you realize that you’d been freaking out so much about the room and the ring that you didn’t even notice you weren’t alone.

“oh..my god,” you cry out to yourself quietly, eyes now focused solely on the muscular arm that’s draped over your middle. you notice, only then, that you are bare under the sheets and your heart is racing so fast you’re concerned about the possibility of a heart attack. oh yeah, you really, absolutely, assuredly fucked up last night.

the person that the arm is attached to groans, said limb wrapping tighter around you and dragging you back against an equally sinewy chest. you want to turn over, get a good look at just who it is you ended up going home with, whose bed you’re in, who you ended up ass-naked with, but you’re too scared. shallowly, you think you might have to run away forever if you ended up here with someone…not to your taste. you hope and pray that hammered you had good standards, even if she made extraordinarily poor decisions. you settle back in, staring straight ahead with fretful eyes as you try to think- try to use the few brain cells you haven’t killed to remember just what shook down last night. the last thing you fully remember is getting to the second club you arrived at, your best friend still in tow as you got to the bar, ordered tequila shooters and “blowjob” shots. you must’ve wrapped your lips around too many because you sure don’t remember leaving there, don’t remember meeting any guys you’d want to go home with. you try your best but you just..can’t. can’t picture it, can’t picture the face of the man behind you, wrapped around you like it’s where he belongs.

you sit there, stewing in the fact that your memory is well and truly fucked, for about 15 minutes before the mystery man groans again, but this time you know he’s awake, know he’s becoming aware of the situation when you hear an “oh, fuck” from behind you. you think it just might be time to bite the bullet so you start the turnover, bracing yourself for the impact that you might’ve gone home with some sweaty creep with a face only a mother could love. you meet his eyes with your own and you find that you’re…quite pleasantly surprised. it’s obvious that you’re both scanning each other, seeing just how bad your choices might’ve been and he hasn’t cringed or jumped away in disgust so maybe he has the same reaction that you do.

it takes you a moment to realize, but you do actually recognize him, however, not from last night. no, you recognize him from your television screen. the shock in your eyes has to be apparent as you come to realize that the man before you- the faux-blonde with eyes just as confused as yours- is the star setter of the Japan national team. a man you’d seen on television because he competed in the goddamn olympics.

Miya Atsumu.

you have no control over the way your mouth falls open and a dumbfounded “holy shit” escapes. admittedly, you knew your taste could be rather questionable at times but there’s a little bit of pride in you that you’d at least ended up in bed with a very accomplished and very hot athlete. your eyes travel down his face, starting from those thick eyebrows, down to those big, brown eyes, down the slope of his nose and to lips that you’re sure you kissed an immeasurable amount of times, if the lipstick that’s still smeared on them has anything to do with you. yeah, that’s definitely him.

“uh, don’t-don’t take this the wrong way but..d’ya remember anything from last night?” he questions you nervously, probably afraid of offending you and you’re a little bit glad to know you aren’t the only one having this thought right now. you frown, lip between your teeth as you shake your head. “no..i actually was gonna ask you the same thing. this,” you say, lifting your hand and showing him the ring on your finger, “is not mine. it wasn’t on my finger when i first went out, so we should probably check the news and see if we robbed a jewelry store or something.” he laughs softly, nodding in agreement before reaching to pull the lush blanket from his body. he has no shame about being nude, not that he should, not with a body like that. he’s taller than he seemed on the tv screens- broad, sculpted shoulders that taper down into a waist you wouldn’t mind digging your fingers into. he’s got his back to you and even his butt is nice, well toned from what you can assume is vigorous volleyball training. you’re caught gawking when he turns around to face you, still naked as the day he was born, clearing his throat with a wink in your direction and a little smirk playing at his lips.

“didn’t mean to interrupt, sweet thing. jus’ wanted to get yer name. ‘m atsumu, miya atsumu.” the burn in your cheeks feels like hellfire and you look away, stuttering as you tell him who you are. you try not to stare again, not that it seems he’d mind, but from the little glimpse you do catch, you can see why there’s a dull ache between your hips.

about 45 minutes and 2 baths in the (very lavish) ofuro later, you’re both decent enough to sit and try to combine your brainpower into remembering what happened over the previous 10 or so hours. you wish to god you could remember how the night went, at least the part when you’d ended up in bed with a man like atsumu, but you think you had a good time if the dark marks spread across your neck, chest, and thighs are any indication.

atsumu is kind, much kinder than you expected a pro athlete to be, if you’re truthful. he hands you a menu and tells you you can have anything you want from it, and you’re shocked when you realize just how expensive all of the items on it are. even a glass of the “organic, freshly hand-squeezed orange juice” costs more than what you’d spend on 2 whole cartons back home and you realize just how out of your element you are here.

“um, i’ll just have a latte and some fruit..” you say sheepishly, handing atsumu the menu back and he frowns, nudging the pamphlet back into your hands. “ah, sweet thing, ya gotta eat more than that. need’ta soak up all the alcohol, yeah? i think i remember champagne being brought out at some point. c’mon, whatever ya like, really.” he gives you a smile, doing a little “go on” motion with his large hands and you bite your lip, nodding as you look over the menu again. you end up deciding on the american breakfast, offering waffles and sausage and the fruit you’d originally asked for, along with the coffee you so desperately need. atsumu, however, with the appetite of an athlete goes for a full japanese spread and when you remember the price from the menu and your estimations of how much the room you’re in could’ve costed, you take a glance at the ring on your finger again. there’s a small part of you that’s starting to doubt your original thoughts of it being a fake stone, what with the obviously enormous amount of money atsumu must have at his disposal. no, there’s no way you two could’ve gotten that drunk..right?

atsumu pulls you from your thoughts as the room service breakfast arrives, the server placing the platters in front of you at the table you sit at. atsumu thanks her, gives her what looks to be a generous tip and she’s off again. you quietly dig into your breakfast as you delve back in to the little memory you have of the night, and the more you eat, the more bits and pieces come back to you. you remember the champagne that the blonde mentioned earlier and you vaguely see yourselves downing glass after glass of the bubbly substance, flashes of you and atsumu making out somewhere that wasn’t the club popping into your head, but it’s spotty again after that. you sip at the smooth latte in front of you, feeling like your brain is going to turn to goo and slide out of your ears if you keep trying to push for the memories, so you give it a rest for now.

soon after breakfast is finished and a few phone calls are made on atsumu’s end, you learn just how you met- thanks to someone you know as his national’s teammate, bokuto, who happened to be with him when this all started. you’d met at what is apparently the third club you’d hopped to, when he approached you at the bar and offered to buy you a drink in exchange for a dance. you can’t blame yourself for accepting the proposition, one of the rare times when a man who is actually good looking makes an advance towards you while you’re out partying. bokuto tells atsumu on speakerphone how he saw you two dancing for only a short while before the borderline public indecency of your raunchy kissing and grinding started, and the next time he’d turned back to look for his friend, you both were gone. you’re grateful for the lead, at least able to put together the beginning of the night you’d spent with the setter. you wonder just where the two of you’d gotten off to after that, though, and how it went from there to you waking up in his hotel room with a ring on your finger. you turn away from the incredible city view that the room offers to pace around for a bit, to see if it’ll activate your brain into giving you some more useful information. you’re walking along the trail that your clothes made when you’d first gotten up, from the door to the bed, when you notice a piece of paper lying on the ground. you pick it up, scanning it over quickly and you just might have to pick your jaw up off of the floor when you finish. there’s a blank look in your eyes as you walk over and hand it to atsumu, who scans it equally as fast and almost chokes on his orange juice.

“700,000 yen at a jewelers?! what the hell did i…oh..” his brain fully registers the situation when you slide the ring off of your finger, placing it on the table in front of him. you can’t even begin to fathom how you’d gotten so drunk together that the man went and bought you a ring worth that much at 3:45 in the morning. you both stare at the guilty piece of jewelry for a moment before atsumu sighs, picking it up and analyzing it up close.

“there’s no way i picked this out. ya got good taste, i’ll tell ya that.” you huff out a laugh, shaking your head. “well, i went home with you, didn’t i?” atsumu cracks up at that, gently placing the ring back down on the table. “oh, yer quite the charmer, sweet thing. can see why i bought ya a 700,000 yen ring, if ya were flirtin’ with me like that last night.” there’s blood rushing to your cheeks and you smile, biting your lip as you look away from him for a moment to think before you speak again.

“atsumu, do you..do you think we..got married last night? i mean the ring..the champagne..it can’t be just a coincidence, can it?” the blonde man raises a thick brow, face twisted up like it wasn’t something he’d considered before now and it’s obvious he’s deep in his thoughts.

“guess it’s possible, right? what else can ya think? i still can’t remember all of it but champagne makes it sound like we were celebrating somethin’, and bokuto said he didn’t remember seein’ us with any at the club, so it must’ve happened sometime after the ring.” you sigh, completely and utterly stumped. you feel a pang of guilt that you’d gotten a guy like atsumu wrapped up in something as crazy as this with you, but you know there’s blame to be had on both sides. it’s annoyingly flattering, though, that he’d met you only hours before he seemingly proposed to you. you must’ve had some crazy good game if you’d gotten this gorgeous (and incredibly wealthy) man to seek you out, out of all the women at the club, and was so entranced by you even in his drunken state that he paid hundreds of thousands for a piece of jewelry for you. you had to give yourself some props for that.

a few hours pass before you end up with another piece of the puzzle, arguably the most important one of all. atsumu decided that if you had nothing better to do than rack your brains for memories, then you could at least enjoy the amenities of the high-class hotel you were staying in while you chat and get to know each other better. he takes you down to the in-house spa, to relax in the hot tub and maybe get a massage, where someone gives you a very substantiating piece of evidence, so to speak. you’re in line for check in to the spa when the worker sees you approaching, big smile on his face when the two of you finally reach his desk.

“ah, mr. miya! and the now mrs. miya! are you two here for your newlyweds package?” the man is practically beaming as he congratulates you and shakes atsumu’s hand, commending him on securing a woman as beautiful as yourself and it has you in shock, blushing and trying hard not to look like you never expected him to say that. atsumu is careful with his words, not wanting to burst the clearly excited man’s little bubble of joy.

“ah, uh- yeah, right, thanks! how-how’d ya know about that exactly?” the man laughs and you’re not sure how good of a sign that is.

“well, you came in here last night practically shouting it from the rooftops! said how happy you were to be married to the most gorgeous woman you’d ever seen in your life. said some other things, too, but i, uh- i won’t repeat those.” he sends a wink to the two of you and the feeling in your face is so hot you’re sure they could heat the rocks they use in the spa on you. atsumu handles it well, though, nodding and smiling right along like he always knew about this. he sets up the check-in quickly after that, leading you away towards the changing rooms. he sends you in to get changed with promises to convene about the new information when he meets you on the other side.

your hands are shaking as you change out of the shirt atsumu had given you, one you realize has his name on the back and that sure doesn’t make you feel any less like his wife now. you can’t believe it’s true, you’d actually gotten drunk and married a man. not just a man, actually, but the miya atsumu. you thought this type of thing only happened in the movies but clearly not because you’re living it right now, right this very minute. you finish undressing down to your underwear as you were woefully unprepared for this situation, so you have no swimsuit to wear. you wrap a towel around yourself and slip into your complimentary slippers before heading out of the changing room and into the hot tub area. you’re removing your towel and placing your belongings on an empty set of chairs and a table when there’s a whistle behind you and when you look up, your husband atsumu is there, drinking you in with his eyes, same way he drank in the multitude of drinks that got you into this situation. that is to say, in large gulps.

“well, would ya look at my pretty little wife! i gotta be the luckiest guy in here, huh?” you roll your eyes with a coy smile, playfully blowing him a kiss as he drops his own stuff beside yours. he approaches you, impressive stature towering over you as his warm hand cups your jaw, eyes trailing down from your lips to the marks strewn across your body, like a roadmap of his desire, before they come back up to meet your gaze. “that guy sure was right, think ya gotta be the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen. no wonder i had to get ya a ring as soon as possible.” you blink in surprise, sheepishly grinning at the man that stands before you.

“and you call me a charmer..go take a look in a mirror and we’ll see which one of us is the lucky one here, husband.” he laughs boisterously, thumb sweeping over your bottom lip and he pats your cheek. “ya give as good as ya get. like that about ya.” his words come out soft as cotton, and is it wrong that you want to kiss him right now? if this is how he’d be as a husband, you aren’t sure you even want to fix this situation. you like the way he looks at you, like he truly believes you’re the most beautiful person in the world and you kinda want him to look at you like that for years to come. god, you can’t believe yourself, falling in love in 5 minutes with a man you’d only met the night before. he just makes it so fucking easy.

you’re left standing there for a moment as he winks at you before slipping in to the hot tub, and it’s hard to explain to yourself how you feel, so you decide not to for the time being. you still have questions that need to be solved, now knowing how you met and that you are, in fact, married to atsumu, so you climb into the hot tub with him to relax your brain and see what else you can try to piece together. a moan leaves you as you sink in to the hot water, closing your eyes as you lean back against the tub and atsumu watches you, arms splayed out against the lip of the tub and a part of him wonders why you’re sitting so far away. you are his wife, after all, and that part of him thinks you should be pressed up against him so that the warmth he’s feeling isn’t just from the water. there’s a long while of relaxation, at least 20 minutes of steamy hot bliss before one of you breaks the silence again.

“so, husband, what’s the plan? should we find out where we got married next, or are we on to planning the honeymoon?” you don’t open your eyes when you speak so you can’t see the way atsumu looks at you, like he actually is ready to take you on a trip and consummate his marriage again. he almost doesn’t even care how the two of you’d gotten into this situation anymore, just happy that he’s in it with you. he can picture you, on the sidelines at his games, wearing his jersey and cheering him on and when he wins for you, he rushes over and kisses your breath away. he sees you in his kitchen when he comes home from a long trip and he drops his bags and his jaw at the sight of you, tiny t-shirt and tinier panties as you dance around, baking some confectionery that isn’t nearly as sweet as he thinks you are. he’d never given a lot of thought to marriage but now he is, now he wants it, but only if it’s with you, with your pretty face as the background of his phone, with your smile greeting him when he comes home, with your moans all gasping and breathy in his ear as his cock hits deep inside of your most sensitive parts every night.

“atsumu? you still there?” your voice shakes him out of his head and you’re eyeing him with a curious look, lip between your teeth and it’s truly taking everything in him not to drag you back up to his suite and have you crying his name as you leak all over his dick.

“ah, yeah, sweet thing, ‘m sorry, i was jus’ thinkin’.” his lips are upturned into a smirk and it has you sliding a few inches closer to him, sweet smile on your lips and oh, how he wants to rail that look right off of your face. “‘bout what? c’mon, you can tell me anything, i mean, we are married, right?” you chuckle. he thinks for a moment before he makes a decision, strong hands pulling you in to straddle his lap and you squeal in surprise, huffing out a laugh as you place your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself.

“jus’..thinkin how much of a shame it is that i can’t remember how good yer pussy was, how loud i made ya moan fer me last night, how sweet i bet ya tasted on my tongue.” atsumu wishes he could take a picture of the look on your face as you take in his filth, as you feel his cock stiffening under your ass. your wide eyes dart away from his and there’s a shy little “oh” that leaves you. you hadn’t expected something so..lewd- so downright vulgar- to leave his mouth but you can’t lie and say it’s not something you’ve thought about, too. for as much of your thoughts have been sweet- images of him holding you close while you watch films, sipping sake and feeding each other sweets on your anniversary, they’ve been indecent, as well. wondering what positions he’d put you into last night, wondering how pretty his brown eyes look when they stare at you from between your thighs, mouth too busy on your slippery cunt to make his teasing little quips. you let your eyes meet his again and you decide on boldness as your response, leaning in so close your lips almost brush his when you speak.

“wanna find out?”

atsumu couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried, pressing that quarter inch closer to surge your lips together, and it’s so obscene how he kisses you, so utterly salacious, all tongue in your mouth and teeth on the swell of your bottom lip. his hand comes up to hold your cheek and the other finds the curve of your ass under the water, groping and squeezing as much flesh as he can fit in his palm. he’s such a nasty man- large hand slowly guiding you back and forth on his lap, the grind of your pussy against him, against the length of his cock, only separated by thin layers of fabric. even through your underwear and his shorts you can feel the ridges and veins of his hard on, feel how long he is, how thick, and a moan gets swallowed up into the kiss, but neither of you are sure who it came from. the swap of spit goes on for a bit, teeth clinking in your shared hunger for one another before he separates you, thin string of someone’s saliva serving as a connection between you two, what you’d been up to in the hotel hot tub.

“ya gonna let me take ya upstairs, baby? need’ta make my wife’s hot little pussy cream all over me, need’ta feel ya.” there’s a haze in your eyes as you nod, real thoughts no longer occupying your brain, only atsumu now- atsumu’s cock, atsumu’s mouth, atsumu’s cum. you share one last sloppy kiss before you’re climbing off of his lap, stumbling your way out of the hot tub and hurrying to collect your things from the table. he’s not far behind you, slapping your ass as you bend over to grab your borrowed shirt and sandals. the two of you dry off quickly and wrap your towels tightly around yourselves, exchanging heated gazes as you bypass the changing rooms altogether and head straight for the elevators. you thank whatever god may be listening as you see you’re alone on the trip up to atsumu’s suite and he must’ve been too because he’s back on you the second the doors close. he’s got you pressed against the wall, your thigh hiked up to his hip and calloused fingers around your throat in a gentle squeeze, tongue in your mouth again and you’ve never been more grateful to be on a floor so high. you see now exactly how you ended up as his wife. how could you not be when he kisses you like you’re holding the last oxygen in the world, grinding his hips into yours like he needs the friction to keep warm? his mouth, hot and demanding in its claim on you, traces a line down from your lips to your throat, this time the opposite side of where he’d imprinted on you last night and it has breathy moans and gasps escaping you, fingers gripping those strong shoulders as he sucks and bites more marks into your flesh.

“f-fuck, ‘tsumu, want you so bad..” you sigh, hips moving in accord with his own, and you wonder if he can feel the dampness seeping through the thin layer of your panties. your neck is craned so far back you’re sure it’ll ache later, but you can’t be worried about that now, not when atsumu’s lips are at your ear, kissing the shell of it, tugging the lobe between his teeth.

“don’t worry, baby, yer gonna have me real soon. gonna fuck my sweet little wife so good, fuck, ‘m dyin’ to get my cock inside ya again.” and it’s not long before he’s making good on his promise. as soon as the elevator dings he’s lifting your other leg, long fingers digging into your thighs as he carries you down the halls to his suite, and god, he’s so strong- so secure in his hold on you, you just know he could do it with one hand if he wanted. he gets you in his room and kicks the door shut with his foot, dropping you onto the bed before dropping himself to his knees before you.

you’re perched up onto your elbows as you watch him and you gasp out a laugh when his impatience has him ripping your panties instead of pulling them off, kissing on your quivering inner thighs with promises to buy you new ones. he’ll buy you as many pairs as you want. hell, he’d buy you anything you want, he thinks, because the moment he gets a taste of your drooling cunt he knows he’ll never be satisfied with another flavor again. you’re sweeter on his tongue than he could’ve ever guessed and fuck, if you tasted this good last night he knows he made the right choice with his drunken proposal. your head falls back between your shoulders as he eats away- licking, slurping, sucking on your clit, on your pretty little pussy lips. the way you cry out for him has him never wanting to stop, wanting to stay glued between your legs forever as long as he gets to hear the way your moans get so whiny when his tongue flicks at your clit just right.

“ohmygod, ‘tsumu, just like that, right-right there, please,” you whimper, leaning your head back up to look at him and wow, is he pretty like this. his eyes are closed, lost in you- your taste, your smell, your essence. atsumu thinks there’s no better drug than this, than the way your slick little hole flutters on his tongue when he dips the muscle inside of you. your fingers are carding through his soft blonde locks, giving his roots a sharp tug when his teeth lightly catch your clit.

“oh! oh, f-fuck, i’m so close, gonna cum,” you whimper, legs shaking on their perch of his shoulders and you didn’t think he could suck on your clit harder but god, he does. your chest is heaving and your free hand scrambles for purchase in the expensive sheets and you’re there, falling over the edge, eyes squeezed shut and thighs clamping down around his head. he tongue-fucks you through it, thumb coming up to stimulate your sticky clit and it’s almost too much, too good. he’s moaning into you almost as loud as you’re moaning for him, savoring every little morsel of you that he can get like a man starved. when your eyes finally open again they fall on his face and he’s staring up at you, lips shiny and chin damp with your release and your skin feels so, so hot to be in.

“there she is,” atsumu grins boyishly, lips pressing against the crease of your thigh and hip, “fuck, ya taste so good. my pretty wife, so perfect and sweet.” he gently pulls your legs from his shoulders and rises from his knees, coming to lean over you on the bed. he kisses you slow, tongue forcing it’s way into your mouth to give you no choice but to taste yourself and you can’t help the whine that he swallows right up. he slides you further back on the bed, nimble hands slipping down to drop his shorts and oh, you can feel the hot mushroom head of his cock, damp and sticky with precum, nudge against your clit when he climbs between your thighs.

“ya ready for me, sweet thing? ‘m gonna fill ya up, need ya to take it all f’me,” he says against your lips and you nod desperately, knowing you’d take anything he was willing to give you. he presses one last gentle kiss to your lips before he’s leaning back, one hand on your waist and the other on the base of his cock, guiding his length to your dripping hole. he breaches you with the tip and fuck, does it feel good already, but then he’s sheathing inch after inch inside of you and your lips form a perfect ‘o’.

“my god,” he groans, “yer so fuckin’ tight. perfect little pussy on my perfect little wife. ya feel that? ya feel how deep i am?” your eyes are fluttering but you try hard to keep them open, meeting his own and you can’t even speak, just another nod in response because opening your mouth only has a gasping moan leaving you. he gives you a brief second to adjust, but really it’s for him too, your walls so warm and slick that he has to take a moment to breathe through it so he doesn’t blow his load immediately. but once that second is over, he’s dragging his cock back out of you, enough so that only the tip resides inside of you and when he fucks back into you, it punches your breath from your lungs. he starts a pace one could only call determined- determined to hit that spongy little spot inside of you, determined to have you creaming all over his cock, determined to make nothing but his name fall from your lips.

“ohhmyygodddd, ‘tsumu!! you’re s-so big, feel you s’deep ins-side me,” you cry, hands on his forearms as your nails dig deep into the flesh. atsumu doesn’t mind it, though- too wrapped up in how your hot cunt around him makes this wet, squishy sound when he slides in and out of you.

“yeah, baby? ‘m i fuckin’ ya good? ‘m i f-fuckin’ this sweet little pussy the way ya like?” his voice is heavy with lust and unconstrained need, hips smacksmacksmacking against yours with vigor. your answer to him comes out slurred, high-pitched and so fucked out already. “yesss, nngh, s-so good, so fucking good!”

his hands grip under your knees, pushing your thighs back against your chest in a mating press and fuck, if you thought he was deep before, you hadn’t seen anything yet. his cock is hitting places inside of you that you’d previously thought impossible, salty little drops forming in your lash line and when you blink your eyes open, you think you see heaven. it’s atsumu- blonde hairs sticking to his forehead, chest glistening with little droplets of sweat, face contorted in a blend of pleasure and concentration as he carves his cock through your insides. there’s no air in your lungs, no thoughts in your head, nothing in your eyes but want. he catches your gaze on him and a grin splits his lips and oh yeah, you’re so over. you have no choice but to be in love with him, with your husband.

“mmh, what a pretty little thing, lookin’ a’me like that. bet ya look even prettier cummin’ on my cock, huh?” his thrusts slow but they don’t lose intensity, only growing harder in place of speed. the hands on your thighs leave to find your own hands, lacing your fingers together as he presses you deep into the mattress. his face comes down to yours, lips practically meshed as he fills your ears with more deliciously pornographic words.

“‘m not lettin ya go, baby. n-no, ‘m gonna keep ya as my lovely little wife, fuck ya like this every goddamn day. y’feel so good- fuck, so wet and tight for me. can’t let ya go, can’t let anyone else have ya. give ya anything, give ya the whole w-world long as ya keep givin’ me this slutty. little. pussy. oh, yer squeezin’ me, baby, y’like the sound of that, huh? gettin’ fucked nice ‘n deep ‘n full every day, bein’ my good girl, my wife?”

your lecherous moans and hiccups of his name in his ear have him driving his hips into you with more and more force, and you can’t even tell him how hard you’re about to cum. he knows though- knows when your back arches up, when your tits press against his chest, when your squelching little cunt grips him so tight he can barely move. he knows you’re cumming for him when a scream of his name tears from your throat and your fingernails leave crescents on the back of his hands. and atsumu is so giving, keeps on grinding his hips into you to get you through it, keeps spilling his erotic promises against your lips.

“oh, fuck- yeah, that’s it- that’s my good girl.. gonna make ya cum like this til ya can’t, til yer pretty voice is gone and ya can’t scream for me anymore.” there’s nothing but truth in his words, his athlete’s stamina keeping his thrusts into you just as ruthless as when he started. the folded-up position he’s got you in, in combination with an orgasm so powerful, has you seeing stars, the man on top of you practically fucking into your womb with his depth. you feel him on your neck, his pink tongue out to chase a rogue droplet of sweat and good god, is he so filthy. there’s no denying it for you, though, just how much you like it. there’s no denying it for him, either, with how your cushy walls clamp down around him as you moan so wantonly.

never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d be here, tears swimming in your eyes as you watch atsumu bring a leg up over his shoulder, pressing kisses to the soft skin of your calf while his hips continue their swivel. he fucks you like he can see inside of you- like he can see just where that delicate little point inside of you resides with a target on it, thick tip of his cock driving against it over and over and over again. you’ve cum around him 3 times now, or maybe it was 4. your brain was so fogged with lust that it was hard to keep track. but atsumu had patience, he had the strength to hold himself off from filling you up with his cum until you were crying for it, begging for it. but he felt so good inside of you that you didn’t want it to end yet- desperate to feel the same ache in your hips that you’d felt last night.

atsumu’s kiss was miles away from the way he fucked you, lips on yours so gently and lovingly that if you couldn’t see your other halves, you’d have no idea that he was fucking into your searing hot core so roughly- so brutally. he gave your kiss-swollen bottom lip a tug before he parted from you, hissing as he pulls his cock out of you. you watch him as you catch your breath, allowing yourself to be jostled around when he comes to lay on his side beside you, wrapping one of those strong arms around you to drag you up against his chest. he lifts your thigh and mutters in your ear an instruction for you to hold it up and his hand comes down, guiding his dick back inside of you and it has your head falling back against him, mewls leaving your lips and groans leaving his.

“never gonna get tired of this pussy, baby. y’get so wet for me, fuck- swear i could drown in it. ‘m gettin’ so close, gonna give ya all my cum, ‘n ya gotta take it, okay? gotta keep it all in this hot little pussy of yers. ya gonna do that? y’gonna be a good girl for me and keep it all in?” the demands he murmurs into your ear make your cunt clutch onto him all the more tighter, breathing harsh and ragged as you nod.

“yeah, baby, ‘m gonna keep it all in- ah! please, please, need it- need you to give it to me. want your cum so bad, ‘tsumu..i-i’m so close, don’t stop, please.” there’s a burn in your hamstring from the way your thigh is hiked up into the air but you don’t care, atsumu is gonna give you his cum and that’s all that matters to you. his slender, calloused fingers caress your body, moving from your waist, to the swell of your tits that bounce from the force of his thrusts, all the way down to your puffy little clit. he plays with you expertly and you cry out that he’s got you close, gonna make you cum again and he didn’t need you to tell him that, can feel your cunt spasming around his cock and fuck, he’s close, too.

“hold it f’me, pretty, just a second, f-fuck, wanna cum together, need’ta feel ya squeezin’ the cum outta my cock,” he sighs. it’s so hard, so hard to hold out but you do it and it’s worth it in the end. when those lips on your ear say “cum for me, angel” and his hips lose their rhythm, cock inside you twitching away as he spills rope after rope of milky white into you, it’s worth it. you throat is raw at this point, has been for some time, and yet a hoarse scream still makes it’s way out of you, cunt convulsing as you milk him for everything he’s got.

a few minutes pass, though someone could’ve told you it was an hour and you’d believe them, and the two of you still lie there, sticky and sweaty and so fucking gratified. atsumu keeps you close to him, keeps his lips pressed to your throat and you finally feel yourself coming back to reality.

“y’good, baby? ‘s it alright if i leave ya for a second? gonna get ya some water and get a bath ready, won’t take long, okay?” you still can’t speak, fighting an internal battle with yourself to even keep your eyes open so you just nod, and atsumu leaves a kiss on your shoulder before he eases his softened cock out of you with a whine on your part, sweetly shushing you as he climbs out of bed. you don’t even realize that you fell asleep until he comes back, and you realize with a start that you’re being lifted from the bed. you get your eyes back in focus to see atsumu looking down at you, ever-present smile on his face as he carries you off to the bathroom to clean you. the two of you sit in the tub, your back against a much sturdier chest, warmth of the water soothing your aching muscles and abused cunt.

atsumu is as good a husband as he is a lover, lifting a glass of water he’d already prepared to your lips and he’s gentle with his hands when he rubs you down with a soapy cloth. he whispers about how good you were for him- how he wasn’t lying or just saying it to say it, how he really wants to try to make this work with you. you have no objection to it, you figure if you’d want to marry anyone in the world, it might as well be a man so sweet- so kind and giving, so passionate about everything he touches, including you.

your bath is cold soon after the two of you are clean and he brings you back to bed, dries you off and helps to dress you in another one of his shirts that you swim in. he does something else, too. he sits beside you, cups your face with a strong hand and kisses you softly, before he reaches for your left hand, smiling serenely at you as he slides the ring you’d taken off earlier back onto your finger. you grin at his display, squeezing his hand in yours as you find his lips again, no lust or overwhelming desire in it, just the feeling of something like love blossoming between you two- the newlyweds, mr. and mrs. miya atsumu.

>authors_note: i have no idea how this ended up at 7k+ but husband!atsumu just does that to me 😅 hope y’all enjoy!! kinda have ideas for a part 2 so if you’re interested in that lmk!

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♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Thirteen ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Thirteen Warnings: profanity Click on the first tag to see all the other chapters

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter Thirteen]

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One month had passed. Your decision was approaching, faster than you had thought it would. What would you say?

You still didn’t know.

“I’ll be back from the extermination,” Adam said smugly, Lute crossing her arms behind him. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Decided yet?”

“Yes,” you lied through your teeth.

“Not coming this year?” Lute smirked, unaware of your and Adam’s whispered conversation going on in front of her. Adam’s eyes slid to you, then he rolled them, making you scowl.

“No,” you said flatly. Adam’s eyes hardened.

“We’re gonna go after Lucifer’s brat’s shitty hotel first,” he sneered. “Shame you can’t be there to watch it.”

“Shame,” you replied, heart pounding against your ribcage.

You watched them disappear down the portal to Hell, along with another rush of the exterminators, eager for bloodshed, before the portal closed up completely.

You rubbed your eyes.

“Keep Charlie safe,” you muttered, as if it was a prayer, except one in a god you were slowly losing faith in.

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Adam was dead.

It had been almost a week since they had left for the extermination. Everyone was in such a flurry, a mess, that no one bothered to pay any attention to you or answer your questions. Sure, you were the great [name], but you were just another angel when it came to status.

Sera was stressed. Emily was in shock. You were in shock. And the last time you had seen Lute was the last time you had seen Adam.

What seemed to scare everyone to their core, however, wasn’t just Adam’s death: it was the fact that angels could die. You remembered Avery, and her missing friend. No doubt the girl was dead. You fiddled with your bracelet, before ripping it off and tossing it onto the table.

You hadn’t heard from Lucifer, either.

The front door creaked open, spilling pale light into your dim living room. You shot up as Lute entered.

“Lute, God, you’re okay,” you breathed, your concern for her shocking the both of you. Your eyes fell to her shoulder, and your heart leapt into your throat. “Where’s your arm?”

She stared at you, and you could have swore her eyes were glowing with barely restrained fury. You took her by the shoulder and steered her into the room, sitting her down where you were before.

“Do you need anything?”

She stared at you, and you wondered if she was ever going to speak. And then, finally, she did.

“Water.”

“On it,” you said, rushing to the kitchen for a glass.

You thrust it towards her, a few droplets spilling over the edge and rolling down the glass. She took it with her remaining hand. You sat next to her.

“Tell me everything.”

She downed the water, but her voice was still raspy. You couldn’t place the aura that surrounded her, but you could see the anger in her tensed muscles, her furrowed brow. “Adam’s dead,” she muttered, setting the glass down. “We were fucking winning, then Lucifer showed up and…” she rubbed her eyes, albeit aggressively. You noticed them glistening with unshed tears. “That stupid child, demon, thing- stabbed the shit out of him.” She looked away again, as if to hide her grief from you. You rubbed her back soothingly, and she tensed up, turning back to look up at you.

“If you ever need to talk,” you murmured. “I’m here.”

She sighed, doubling over. You decided to prompt her to speak with another question.

“What happened to your arm?” You pressed gently. Her lip curled.

“That bitch Vagina-“

“Huh?”

“Vaggie,” she seethed. She buried her head in her hand, shoulders shaking. You pressed your arm against hers, trying to offer her as much comfort as possible. She wouldn’t elaborate on the single name she had mentioned, and you wondered if Vaggie had cut her arm off.

“Adam told me something,” Lute said abruptly. “Before he died.” She looked at you, and you could feel your heart rate picking up, beating so hard it was painful. You stopped yourself from pulling away in case it would seem suspicous.

“What did he say?” You asked gently, doing your best to keep the tremor out of your voice. She shook her head soundlessly. “That’s fine. You can tell me when you’re ready.”

A few more minutes of sitting in comfortable silence before she had stood up, mumbling that she had to go. You showed her outside, before hugging her fiercely while still being mindful of her arm.

She’d left and you went back inside, staring out the window and watching her fly away into the sky. Your stomach churned.

You looked down at your clenched fists. He was dead. Lute’s affirmation had let it sink in for you properly now. You felt sick and relieved at the same time.

Because your secret died with him.

You stumbled to the bathroom. You were going to throw up- again, and you did, all into the toilet. You flushed it, slumping down onto the bathroom floor and breathing heavily. Adam was dead. You didn’t have to marry him. You didn’t have to choose. No one in the world knew anymore- except you, and Lucifer. You stood up with trembling legs, scraping yourself together and steadying yourself on the sink, staring at your reflection. Your face had gone pale.

He was dead. He was really dead.

He wouldn’t barge into your house without knocking like he used to, anymore. He wouldn’t scream your name down the street. He wouldn’t laugh the raucous way he did, that you had gotten so used to. You stifled any regretful feelings, pushing them down, not allowing yourself to cry. He was an asshole to you. It was for the best.

You went to the living room, and your eyes fell on Lute’s half-empty glass. You suddenly remembered the bracelet, the one you had tossed onto the table where the glass now sat, your link between you and Lucifer. Your eyes skimmed across the table to the spot you had last left it, and…

It wasn’t there.

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A/N: second chapter of the double release! Damn exams are killing me. Njoyy (Coco if ur reading this. I made the cliffhanger bcuz ur such a nosey bitch 😡😡)

hey guys I thought I posted this but turned out that I didn’t and it was just sitting in my drafts like an abandoned child

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hello-kuni · 2 years

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𝚸𝐑𝚶𝐌𝚰𝐒𝚬 𝚰𝚴 𝐇𝚬𝐋𝐋

♱ — starring : toji fushiguro

♱ — collection : kinktober masterlist

♱ — synopsis : his on-again off-again nature can be so tiring, but every time he shows up your door can't help cut let him in. things take a heated turn after a painful confrontation.

♱ — length : 4.5k

♱ — warnings : 18+ mdni, f!reader, angst, size kink, dacryphilia, minor cnc, fingering, tit sucking, one instance of sir kink, overstimulation, creampie

♱ — notes : toji canonically loved megumi's mom so why can't he love reader the same way? in this essay i will—

for the better part of the night, toji’s phone was pinging with a slew of texts from you. he tapped a finger on the rim of his glass, staring at the other end of the bar from his place in the corner, and slipped the phone from his pocket. it took him a moment to look at the screen. a dull pang shot through him.

please, i just need to know you’re ok.

the words twisted his heart. he read the ones that came in before. a mix of pleas for him to talk to you and cursing his entire existence. with the occasional, i’m just worried about you thrown into the mix. he shouldn’t be surprised. this always happened and it was always his fault. he wasn’t too far up his own ass that he didn’t realize it. and while he felt guilty for causing you so much distress tonight, he was tired. you should get this hint if he wasn’t answering.

he brought his glass to his lips and shut off his phone.

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two days had passed and toji still hadn’t responded to you. you stopped trying to reach him yesterday afternoon when you realized your messages weren’t being delivered. the anxiety ebbed away steadily over the last day, replaced with anger. rain hit the window in the living room, a sound that normally you’d enjoy, but now was just a nuisance.

curled up on the couch in nothing but your underwear and his t-shirt, you stared at the tv, trying to get lost in the show but it was no use. even though you didn’t want to, your mind kept wandering back to him. wondering what the hell he could be doing that he couldn’t text you a simple im fine. tears welled in your eyes against your will, forming a painful lump in your throat you tried to swallow away.

heavy knocks landed on your front door, louder than the rain pounding on the windows, and drew your attention away from the tv. you knew who it was standing on the other side. no one knocked like that except for him. steady, firm, and never more or less than three. you took your time turning off the tv and making your way over to the door. if he wanted to keep his distance why was he always crawling back to your apartment? he could wait a little longer.

you inched the door open and peered at him through the crack. he looked relaxed as ever, hands tucked in his pockets and eyes looking distantly down the hall. he looked to you when the door creaked. “what?” the word came out sharper than you’d intended.

“let me stay the night.”

a crease formed between your brows, eyes narrowing. “you go from avoiding me to asking for a place to stay? i don’t think so.”

you started to close the door but he shoved his foot into the gap. his hand wrapped around the edge of the door, prying it open enough that he could see you. “don’t be like that,” he said. he held up a finger to cut you off when you opened your mouth to argue. “you send me a thousand texts to come see you and now you turn me away—”

“because you disappeared without a word,” you shouted, his raised hand unable to prevent your outburst. inside, you prayed your neighbors magically had worse than average hearing, lest you get hit with a noise complaint in the morning. “a whole week, toji. a whole week of you ignoring my texts and calls. i thought you were dead. how long have you kept this up? do you have any idea?”

“a year.” his answer was quick, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t shock you. “the first six months were fine. after that it was hell.” “hell?” you could do nothing to hide the hurt washing over your face, twisting every beautiful feature into something so painful for him to look at. tears brimmed in your eyes, voice wobbling as you spoke. “is being with me really hell for you?”

“the hell isn’t being with you,” he said slowly. “it’s thinking i deserve to be with you.”

your face fell at his confession. there were no words that came to you that would be an appropriate response. you both stood there, staring wordlessly at each other. he broke eye contact first, looking at a point over your shoulder and swallowing hard.

he hated this. he hated that he’d ever met you. he hated that you offered him a soul. hated that you made him believe he could be something more than he was. most of all, he hated that he couldn’t voice any of the things he truly wanted to say to you—the things that actually mattered and needed to be said.

“let me stay the night,” he repeated, still not looking at you. that expression on your face was too much for him to bear. hidden in his pockets, his hand clenched tightly into fists. but he relaxed if only a bit at your next action.

you took a step back, letting the door open as you moved, and mumbled out an, “ok.”

he stepped inside, arm brushing yours as he walked past you. he let the warmth of your apartment envelope him. there was something so comforting about the place you called home. but it was shadowed by delusion.

after locking the door, you hovered there. a myriad of thoughts rushed in your mind, each one more confusing than the last. you let your forehead fall against the cold door, arms hanging uselessly by your sides. taking a steadying breath, you peered over your shoulder. toji had found a place on your couch, broad back hunched over with his arms on his knees. his back was to you, but you could just imagine how his hands were tightly clasped, mouth pressed into a firm line and tugging at the scar on the right side of his mouth. a similar intensity he watched games with.

on quiet feet, you walked towards him. the couch had a low back, which wasn’t always comfortable but it was what you could afford. it was perfect right now, it allowed you to reach over and wrap your arms around his muscular shoulders. holding him in a similar fashion to the way he’d once held you after watching a tragic romance movie. it was such a mundane moment, one you cradled in your heart. his body had always been hard and so much bigger than yours. but it was comforting.

he laid a gentle hand over where your wrists overlapped. six months of bliss. frequent dates, late nights, mind-blowing sex. and then alternating periods of no contact followed by him turning up at your door with zero explanations. you had put up with it for so long, but not anymore. you wanted to be with him and to do that you needed to understand him. he had to be willing to give as much as he took.

“talk to me,” you murmured into the back of his neck, placing a soft kiss where his hair curled against the skin.

he shook his head. you swung a leg over the back of the couch and hauled yourself beside him. you hugged his arm, speaking softly, “do you remember the night we met?”

he turned his head to look at you, curiosity piqued. you continued, “i thought you were scary. attractive, but scary. when you approached me i swore you were going to say something corny.”

toji narrowed his eyes at you. “is this supposed a way for you to insult me disguised as a sweet moment?”

“it’s nice to know you do have a heart,” you teased, patting his arm lightly. “as i was saying, you gave me a heartfelt compliment about my outfit instead.” you smiled dreamily at the memory. “talking to you that night was as easy as breathing. i can still remember the way you smiled when you made me laugh so hard i almost fell off the bar stool. that was the first time i’d ever gone to a bar alone. i was so nervous.”

in all the time you’d been together, he’d never heard the story of your first encounter. not through your eyes. there were so many things he wanted to say. yet the words evaded him. what excuse could he give for his treatment of you for the last year?

after he left his family, changing his name in the process, he began to lose himself. getting with you when he did was meant to be a distraction. it wasn’t supposed to become something so real. something so consuming. when you weren’t around, you plagued his mind. every smile, every soft curve and hard angle, every laugh. all of it—all of you was staked into his mind. to think someone such as yourself would see anything of value in him. to believe you thought him worthy of your time, your affection. he couldn’t fathom it. he tried to destroy what you had built together in that short time. but he kept finding himself back at your door, aching for your touch and to touch you. and you let him in every time.

he truly didn’t know what he could say.

“i want to hate you,” you said seriously, surprising him. it stung. but he couldn’t blame you. he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off. “but i can’t.”

it was like the entire world stopped for an extended moment. his breath pulled from his chest, heart squeezing, the air around him going cold. your hands on his face, forcing him to look at you, brought him back to the present, the world starting up again.

“i need you to commit to me,” you said, voice low and soft but stern, sure in your conviction. “i need your full effort. no more disappearing. no more distance. if you really want this to work, you have to give me your everything.”

he’d been a man of few attachments for so long. cast aside by his family for things outside of his control, unable to reach their impossible standards. and now here he was, with a woman opening her heart to him. offering him something he never thought possible.

looking at him like this, warring inside himself, so quiet and distraught…it twisted your heart. it was so at odds with the confident, sometimes cold-natured man you were accustomed to. this was an inevitable conversation, but you wanted it to be over just as much as he did. you wanted to fall back into your old ways, as you always had after arguments or distant periods. because pretending nothing was wrong was easier than facing it head on. but this time that wouldn’t be possible. not anymore. not after your ultimatum.

all you wanted was your toji back. the one you knew and fell for. plus a little more.

you swung a leg over his, placing yourself in his lap. his hands instinctively went to your hips. with your hands still cupping his face, you pressed your forehead against his. and waited for his answer. your breaths mixed together, his smelling faintly of smoke—an occasional habit you always chided him for. you stared into his eyes. such a pretty green you could get lost in them for hours. your thumbs stroked his cheeks.

“i can't promise to be perfect,” he said, voice a low rumble.

you smiled a little. “i didn’t ask for perfect. only that you’ll be by my side. at least for a while longer.”

his eyes bore into yours, his conviction conveying the words before he spoke, “i promise.”

he repeated the phrase again, chanting it as he connected his lips with yours, hesitantly at first and then with an unwavering surety. your hands slid to the back of his neck, twining in the hair that curled at his nape, and pulled him closer. he groaned against you, tongue licking your bottom lip, a silent request. you let his tongue slide against your own.

pent up emotions bled out from each of you, an opening gate into something still shrouded in secrets. but it would be fine. he’d tell you in his own time. each glide of his tongue said it all.

it had been so long since you last had your hands on him. you were greedy and so was he. his hands slid around your back, trailing lower until they cupped your ass. you sighed against his lips, fingers tightening in his hair.

the shirt of his you wore had bunched around your hips, exposing your panties.

he pulled you closer to him, against the growing bulge in his loose pants.

you parted from his lips long enough to moan his name. and then you were back on him, craving the taste of his mouth.

one of his hands grazed along the exposed skin of your thigh until it found its home between your legs. he dragged his fingers along your clothes cunt, groaning low in his throat at the wetness already pooling there.

“look at you, doll,” he said, pulling away from your lips and leaving you to give a pathetic whimper. “so needy.”

there it was, that pet name you loved to hear. it made your heart skip a beat. you almost didn’t care how cold your lips felt in the absence of his, he was a completely different man compared to a few moments ago. like a fire lit his soul. having you in the palm of his hands always drove him crazy.

he circled your clit through your panties with a calloused thumb, a slow and tortuous movement.

“toji, please,” you bit out, pushing your hips against his hand.

“please, what?” he said. “c’mon, you were so good at using your words earlier.”

you whimpered. the sudden change in personality had thrown you off a little at first, and now you were cursing it. the same toji you’d known from your first encounter was back, teasing you to your limits. and no amount of begging or pleading would get him to easily comply with your wishes.

“use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you want, doll.” he moved your panties to the side, fingers dancing along your folds, smearing the slick that collected there.

your focus zeroed in on his touch. words abandoned you. all you could do was hope he gave you what your body ached for. your nails dug into the back of his neck, hips trying to grind on his hand.

he clicked his tongue at you, pinching your ass in disapproval. he pulled his hand away from your pussy, toying with the hem of the shirt you wore. “what happened? you were so talkative earlier.”

“touch me,” you whined, tugging on his neck. “please, touch me.”

“now we’re getting somewhere,” he said, grin tugging at his scar. his hand was back between your thighs, mouth attaching to your neck. your back arched at the contact, his fingers rubbing at your clit with more force this time. before drawing away again.

he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tore them off with ease, tossing the remains aside. you looked to the ruins discarded on the floor with a pout. “i really liked those.”

he nibbled on your neck, drawing a soft gasp from you. “i’ll make it up to you,” he promised, words muffled against your skin.

his fingers dragged through your pussy, teasing your hole and eliciting a low moan from you. finally, he slipped one thick finger inside. in his long absence, all you had was your own hand, which could never stretch you the way he could. he didn’t pump his hand, rather he curled his finger inside you, searching for that one spot. never was he careless when it came to your pleasure, he knew your body better than anyone before him. he knew just what to do to make you sing.

he knew he hit that spot, not by the way it felt on the rough pad of his finger, but by the way your back arched, the sudden rut of your hips. a blissful moan falling past your lips. he placed a trail of open-mouth kisses up your neck, stopping just below your ear. his breath caressed the shell of your ear.

“so fuckin’ pretty, doll,” he groaned, adding another finger with ease, your pussy sucking him in. he curled them again and gave a subtle pump of his hand, the heel of his palm grazing your clit. you clenched around him at the contact.

“more,” you moaned, hips matching the pace of his hand. all you could think about was the delightful stretch of your pussy and wanting to cum by his hand alone. you told him as much, words slurred with pleasure.

“already? you’re so sensitive,” he teased. his pace slowed to a cruel dragging along your walls, pointedly ignoring the spot that had your toes curling just moments ago. “all that begging, but i don’t hear you askin’ right. that’s not how you get what you want.”

you whimpered, bottom lip wobbling. this was the toji you’d known, the one you wanted back. you were glad for it, heart racing at the prospect of what was about to unfold. the shift in his demeanor unleashed with that one kiss. you’d give him whatever he wanted right now if it ensured you got what you wanted as well. and you knew what made him cave every time.

“please, sir,” you said, breath heaving and hips desperately trying to get some friction, “‘want you to make me cum.”

his lips curled, eyes glinting with hunger. he loved it when you called him that. it gave him a sense of power over you. he curled his fingers to hit that spongy spot with every quick pump of his hand.

moans poured from your lips in a never-ending stream. he coaxed you to the edge of your pleasure, guiding you through the fall. his hand never faltered as your trembled in his lap, pussy spasming around his fingers. your hands fell from their place at his neck, beating lightly at his chest and he stopped his movements. you let your head fall to his shoulder, panting as your heart calmed its racing rhythm. he slipped his fingers out of you, leaving you to feel empty and aching to be filled once more.

“toji,” his name came out no more than a whisper. you leveraged yourself against his body, looking up at him with doe eyes he could never resist. “i want you.”

he grasped the meaning between the words. his cock twitched at the thought of how he was going to ruin you tonight. both of his hands slid under you to cup the backs of your thighs. “if i’m gonna fuck you,” he said, standing with you in his arms, “i’m gonna fuck you right. i’m takin’ my time with you tonight.”

your pussy throbbed at the promise. you clung to his shoulders for stability as he walked to your bedroom. before you knew it, he was tossing you onto the edge of the bed, his shirt you wore riding up to expose your belly; legs and pussy on full display for him. he stalked towards you, coming to stand between your legs. large hands ran up your thighs, spreading you as wide as possible. his thumbs spread your pussy. he marveled at the sight of you.

he hauled you up by your arm, swiftly ridding you of his stolen shirt. finally bearing to him what he’d been missing tonight since that first heated kiss. his focus zeroed in on your tits, their perfection displayed for his eyes alone.

he dipped his head down and swirled his tongue around one nipple. one hand supported him on the bed and the other one came up to massage your neglected breast.

your arms, supporting your weight, trembled on the mattress. he had a wickedly skillful tongue, making it known even with just its attention on your tits. he pulled away before you could beg him to give you what you needed. the ache between your legs only growing with each second he dragged this on.

in one smooth motion, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on your floor. his bare chest rose and fell quickly as he stared at you, eyes devouring you with an insatiable hunger. those same eyes that had looked so lost and despondent when you had clung to his arm and asked him to give you all of him.

you focused on the slow motion of him undoing the tie of his pants. he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down, cock springing free. your mouth watered at the sight of his tip already leaking precum. and you hadn’t even touched him yet. nor would you. he wouldn’t give you the chance. not tonight, at least.

he kicked his pants to the side and stepped closer to the edge of the bed, hands rubbing your thighs. he pulled you by your hips as close to him as possible without you falling off the bed. he towered over you, making you feel so small in his presence. the wide breadth of his shoulders, the size of his hands on your body, his height. all of it coming together to dwarf you in comparison. it made your heart beat wildly. one hand stayed on your hip while the other wrapped around his cock, dragging the tip through your slick folds. and then he slowly pushed in.

you whined at the stretching of your pussy. “‘s too big, toji,” you sniffled, tears brimming your eyes. not even the foreplay was enough to prepare you. it had only been two weeks since the last time he’d fucked you. how could you forget just how big he was above you—and in you?

“relax, doll,” he said, voice a low rumble, “it’ll fit. it always does.”

you collapsed onto your back as he sank all the way in, biting your thumb to keep from crying out. for a brief moment, he didn’t move, but then he pulled back, leaving only the tip. and sank back in with one swift thrust.

he swore, groaning at the feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole. “you have no idea what you do to me.”

it wasn’t long before he picked up a ruthless pace, slamming his cock into you repeatedly with a slight brutality you missed. yet he wasn’t unkind in his movements. something vaguely gentle lay within his thrusts.

both hands were firmly on your hips again, keeping you right where he wanted you. he couldn’t decide what to focus on: your tits bouncing in time with each thrust; your pussy taking his cock; your face melting with pleasure and a hint of pain. all of it was mesmerizing.

you still had yet to adjust to his sheer size splitting you in half. but each drag of his cock had you seeing stars. your hands fisted the sheets at your sides, pussy already beginning to clench around him, the tell-tale sign of your impending orgasm.

he brought one foot up to rest on the bed, giving him a deeper reach into your cunt. the new angle eliminated any gap between you, letting him hit the spot that had your toes curling.

“c’mon,” he coaxed, voice reaching you through your own string moans, “don’t hold back on me.”

as if on command, you came, back arching and hands clasping the sheets even tighter. your pussy spasmed around him and he never stopped his movements, guiding you through your high and beyond it. it wasn’t enough for him. he wanted more. needed it.

he picked you up, cock still buried inside you, and crawled onto the bed. he set you against the pillows, propping himself on his knees between your spread legs.

your mind was too fuzzy with the lingering orgasm to realize he had moved you until he pulled your hips up off the bed, introducing a new angle. you looked so small under him as he bullied his cock into you. the sight drove him crazy, spurring on the pace of his thrusts. his thumbs rubbed soothingly on your hips, mimicking your earlier action, so at odds with his brutal pace.

roughness and passion blurred lines with each drag of cock against your sensitive walls, melding and separating until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. but you found it hard to care, not when he made you feel like this. so full and wanted in this moment.

another orgasm washed over you, thighs trembling where they rested over his own. he kept a vise grip on your hips as he rode you through your pleasure, enough to leave bruises in the morning. little reminders of the night.

still, he didn’t stop, chasing his own high. he wanted to see you come undone again.

you pawed weakly at his arms, tears streaming down into your hair. “toji, please,” you cried, “can’t do it. no more.”

his hands tightened their hold on you ever so slightly. “i know you can, doll. just give me one more.”

you gave a wordless sob in response. he wanted to lick your tears away, wanted to taste the salty evidence of the pleasure he elicited in you.

it didn’t take long for his wish to be fulfilled. between his thick cock stretching you to your limit and each thrust grazing your poor abused cunt, you were clenching him around him with a broken cry.

“i promised you i’d give you everything i have,” he said, hips faltering. “and i meant it.”

with that, and a few more quick strokes, he was cumming inside you. he remained buried in you for a long moment, catching his breath. his cum began to spill out of you before he pulled out. and when he finally did, it came in a thick rush, your hole clenching around nothing as if it missed him already.

he collapsed on the bed beside you, wiping the remains of your tears with the rough pad of his thumb. he looked down at the fingerprints marring your hips. this could be considered one of his gentler nights.

you turned onto your side, facing him fully. he wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head beneath his chin. you didn’t want to move just yet. being there, in his arms as he drew shapes on your back, was all you needed.

neither of you said anything. you didn’t need to. the unspoken words hung in the air around you. traveled with you as he drew a bath and carried you to it. they stayed with you through the night as you slept tangled in each other’s limbs.

this night, all of it, a reconciliation in a way he best knew how to communicate.

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. Izana Kurokawa

Being away for a while from his queen finally pays off...

♱ pairing: izana x afab!reader

♱ content/warnings: MATURE. MDNI. phone sex, mutual masturbation, degrading, pet names, unprotected sex, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, cock warming.

♱ a/n: late post for the king's birthday. i love and miss him so much. he deserves love and the greatest head. repost bc it didn't show up in the tags last time around!

Izana stands on the corner of the bed with a face of utter nonchalance, as if he was merely waiting for a bus on a spring day, glass of champagne in hand; and unloading a gun with the other. Last week he took that same glock and shot it into some dude's head. Failure to comply with their end of the deal being the reason behind, leaving Izana and his most trusted men stranded in the shady corners of Manila, Philippines to deal with the burden themselves.

Without the morals of a sewer rat, no one can hold a position of leadership. For all of their "code," the most savage scum-bag regulations are the only ones that matter. It's either— be more savage or more devoted. That is how his organization operated.

The man is lost in fantasy land until the most important person in his life crosses his mind, then he morphs into someone no one sees— but you.

The hotel room was the perfect array of home-y hues, for they gave a sense of home away from home, of a place of comfort and luxury.

However, Izana feels the exact opposite without having his queen with him.

This longing had become a road he could walk forever, but to see you would be such a sweet relief.

Missing you is his secret hobby; so secret he often omits to tell himself until he is left with no choice but to go on without you for two weeks.

Stashing the weapon away and draining the liquor down his throat, Izana slumped at the fresh sheets for once then scrolled through his messages and eyed for your name.

He was only one hour behind your timezone back home, deciding to leave you a good night message for bed.

“Hey, sweetheart. Miss you so fucking much.” He spoke upon pressing on the voice record icon, watching the lines react to his raspy voice.

“I want to hold you…” His eyes fell shut at the thought.

“I want to touch you…” A smirk follows shortly.

“I really wanna see your pretty face, and that gorgeous body…” He could picture the image in his mind crystal clear— and his guard is completely down by this point upon feeling shivers when the cold air hits the skin exposed by his cotton robe.

“Fuck, I wanna be inside you.” The vulnerability in his voice was evident from how airy his words started to sound, which would soon grow into moans.

“Fuck, [ Y / N ]...” Izana shamelessly moaned into the speaker of his phone at the thought of you, throwing his head back along with the action.

“Wanna kiss every inch…” This was his last message before noticing that you have seen his voice messages. Izana bit his lip in anticipation, giving you time to listen to his sweet messages before typing out, “call me now babygirl.”

and back home, you wasted no time hitting that call button which was immediately answered by your fianceé.

“Good evening, my love.” He answers sweetly, releasing every butterfly in your heart.

“Good evening, handsome. Is someone needy tonight?” You replied, sliding into Izana’s spot on your shared bed.

“Mmmh, of course I fucking am. I haven't touched you in weeks.” You could picture the pout on his face.

”I see how that can be frustrating.”

“It is, darling. I can't wait to get home.” He talks sweetly while you prepare to send a couple of your photos to him.

“When I get there, I want you to—oh, fuck.” Your fianceé was interrupted by the buzz of his phone, and his screen suddenly displayed a collection of your nudes.

“I know you missed me, so… I took some treats for you today.” You tease. A flood of endorphins escalated through your lover’s body like wildfire, a few moments in his imagination of what he wanted to do with your body released him from his troubles— taking him into a place where pleasure is nigh.

“Are you touching yourself, babe?” You purr from the other line, acknowledging the dead air in the line.

“You bet I am, keep talking.”And you were right— Izana let his slender hand slip into the gap of his night robe, just below the sash that tied it shut.

“How does it feel to jerk it to my nudes? D’you miss it when I bounce myself on your thick cock?”

“It makes me so horny knowing that I’ve made a dirty little slut out of you…” Izana awed, teasing his tip with the pad of his thumb as he listened to your words.

“Mmh, I wish I was there to take you in my mouth until you’re spilling down my throat…”

“Fucking whore. Ahhh~” Izana suppressed thrusting up to his fist once he stroked his length in sync with his thumb.

“I need you to please yourself too, baby. Put two fingers in your pussy for me.” He spoke.

“Yes sir.” And without hesitation, you do as he told, discarding your panties then sliding your fingers into your slick entrance.

“Rub your g-spot. Nice and slow.” You fried your best to recall and mirror the curling of his fingers when his fingers are inside you; the way his slim and strong fingers nudged a deep spot within you.

“Ohhh, fuck! Aghhh!”

“Oh yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart? You wish those were my fingers buried in you, don’t you?” Izana teased as if he could read your mind.

“Mhm.”

“Add another finger.”

“Agh! Oh fuck!” You were desperate for release when your pussy stretches to accommodate your third digit, morning mindlessly thrusting them harder which amplified the sound of your slick juices.

“Did I tell you to speed up? Patience, baby.” You weren't aware that you're phone was picking up the wetness of your cunt, surprised that your lover on the other line was able to hear it.

With a pout, you steady your motions into slower thrusts.

“There we go… What a good girl.” Izana praised, continuing to touch himself on his side of the continent.

He could still hear your slick pussy reacting to your finger movements, however, this time at a slow pace— which he matched his fist's movement with, imagining that it was your pussy lifting and dropping itself on his shaft.

“I can tell you’re doing such a good job, babygirl. Now, go faster and cum for me.” Izana sped up his actions for once, pumping his full shaft into his fist and subconsciously thrusting his hips upward as he listened to the amplified, rough sounds of your wet cunt.

“Honey, I want to see you cum!” You blow his mind with your commands and he's putty in your hands from then on. After all, he finds it hard to say no to his number one.

“Fuck yessss, [ Y / N ]...” Quickly turning his camera on then focusing it into his flushed cock, Izana spurts his release in sync with a throaty moan, hand buckled on his phone as he sought to give you a perfect view of him dirtying the sheets and his robe with thick strings and beads of his cum.

“Oh! God, oh fuck!” Soon enough, you were next to climax, and Izana could only wish he was there to treat your pussy with the most loving laps and kisses.

“I love you, Izana. I can’t wait for you to come home.” You whispered.

“I love you too, princess. Now go get some sleep. I’ll call you in the morning.”

—

With a smile on your face and a lingering glow from your orgasm the night prior, it was given that you woke up particularly blooming that morning.

After receiving your daily morning text from Izana, you were off to run errands at the mall in a good mood. On the way home, you happen to pass by a Victoria’s Secret outlet and decide to treat yourself with some new cute sets and perfume. Thanks to your fianceé who let you have his black card while he is away. At the end of the day, he’ll love what you got from your little shopping, anyways.

Soon enough, night fell the blue haze of the day and lifted to reveal the stars. You still missed Izana, wishing he could end his business already and come home to you.

So in anticipation, you got your new lingerie cleaned for a little fitting.

You were proud of how cute it looked on you as you stood before the full mirror in front of you and Izana’s bed.

Its pale pink tones complement your skin beautifully, hugging your figure like a perfect fit. However, a yawn strikes you shortly, feeling your body yearning for the comfort of the mattresses.

So in a dawdle, you didn’t mind discarding your current outfit and laid on the sheets stomach first, picking up a book from your night stand in order to slowly help you get into a deep sleepy state.

Although, unbeknownst to you yet, Izana’s jet plane landed an hour ago, and he had already arrived at your penthouse just minutes prior.

“Hi babies...” Upon entering, Izana was pleased with how you kept the fish tank clean, lively with colorful designs and healthy fishes. And the house plants— he could tell that they were well-taken care of and healthier than he remembers.

Just as expected, he noticed the tidiness of your home, especially the freshly-washed glass on the counter. It was your nightly glass of milk, which means you had gone off to bed to read yourself to sleep.

With a smile, Izana discards his coat and gloves, relaxing into the comfort of your home as he heads upstairs to your bed.

His heart thumps faster than ever when he spots your frame on the bed. Your choice of outfit and your ass being the first thing in sight was enough to drive hin in the mood. Your back was facing him, and so he took the opportunity to quietly crawl into bed as stealthy as he can, then laying on his side as soon as he reaches you.

“Hey, sweetheart…” He charmed, brushing his fingers down your spine.

With a gasp, you immediately took out your earbuds and turned to your fiancée.

“You're home!” You greeted sweetly.

“Hi, princess.” Izana’s chuckle came hoarse as he wasted no time latching his lips on the exposed skin of your back. “Is this a new set, angel?” He asks, toying the lace of the leg piece before snapping it to your skin. “Yes…”

“You used my card, yeah?”

“Yes…”

“And you bought just these? Next time, get more stuff for yourself, okay?” You blush at his remark and almost immediately, you let out an audible moan when you felt his fingers hoist over your panties.

“So cute…” He awed, before flipping you onto your back so he could see your pretty face this time.

“I missed you, honey.” You pout and let your hands rest on his nape. “I know, darling. I missed you too.” He spoke in between tender kisses.

“Sweetheart, keep in mind that I love you…” His pupils was blown with lust as he examined your body,

“Because I’m about to pound you like I fucking don’t.” You felt blood rush to your core and shivers down your spine as he whispered the words into your ear, breath shaky in anticipation from the intense longing pent up in your core.

With one swift movement, Izana eased his shirt off with grace, tossing it into a random spot in the room followed by his trousers.

His body is strong, yet it needs love, needs to feel the gentle touch of you for real soulful strength.

You pumped him a few times, drawing more breathless noises out of his lips as he admired you underneath him until he let his hand shift from your cheeks down your lips.

That was when he pushed his length into your entrance with one grand thrust and hummed affirmatively. Your tongues entwine in a kiss, changing your breathing with every thrust, hearing your moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses from your breasts, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching your reaction, feeling how your legs move, watching your body writhe.

“You’re such an obedient slut, you like to be treated rough, babe?” He tells he’s going to make you beg for it, and you just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. and in seconds, he’s fucking you harder anyways, pleased to hear your cries as he dives harder into your soft cunt.

The pleasure was making Izana slightly dizzy, yet he tried to keep his eyes on yours the whole time, focused solely on pounding away the pent up sexual frustration from he was away.

You will never get over how the intensity in his eyes made your heart flutter and your stomach flip.

Feeling seriously close to your orgasm, Izana stopped his motions all at once. “Oh fuck.” You breathed out when the knot in your core pulled back in an instant, and Izana was soon laid on the bed by your side.

“Ride it.” He ordered, stroking himself a few times. So in a hurry, you immediately sit yourself on his length and rocked your hips slowly forward, then back. “What a desperate, needy slut.” Izana grunted softly against your ear, making eye contact with himself through the mirror in front of the bed before giving your ass a loud smack.

You lifted your hips, feeling his length slide out before slamming your hips back down, and Izana reacted in an instant, as his hands flew to your hips. He loved the way his girth perfectly nudged against your g-spot as whenever you rode him in this pace.

He watched you bounce on his cock with his jaw hanging open, soft groans escaping from his throat and nails digging crescents on your hips as he observed his dick slip in and out of you.

He rocked softly upwards into you, and you whimpered slightly, bracing your arms on his chest. You may argue that you go slow on purpose at times in order to turn the tables and make him desperate to fuck you harder.

But once he gets tired after a solid couple of minutes, you initiate on practically bouncing on his cock, hearing each other's mix of juices slop in your abused hole.

“Fuck, I'm getting close. You think you can take all this load, princess?” You almost gasped at the idea of your fiancee filling you up after so long.

“I'm gonna fuck you until you're knocked up with my baby…” You didn't even flinch when he pushed you back onto the mattress then lifted your legs into a mating press as he whispered into your ear.

“Fuck yes…” You breathed out, letting Izana hit the deepest spots inside of you, swearing that he had already reached your cervix at this point.

Izana's slim fingers made their way to your clit, where he rubbed you in time with his deep thrusts.

It was too much— you felt your orgasm crash down on your senses, sweeping any capability you had to breathe properly and think.

With your climax, you clamped down on him, and he lost it, finally expelling all his pent up release; no doubtedly filling your insides with it.

If you weren't already running short on breath, Izana lets himself fall on your chest as he regains his breath, your chests touching and rising against each other in attempts to come down from your high.

Still inside of you, Izana stills his hips down there before leaning forward for a kiss. Your hands planted firmly on his chest, returning the kiss with matched love and passion. “I love you so much, angel. Y'were such a good girl for me…” He kisses your forehead.

“I love you too…” You spoke truthfully, finally grateful to be able to have the love of your life back home safely and in your arms.

“Wanna stay inside me?” You offered, noticing that he had his arms already clinging onto your body without any plans to move.

“Yes please…” He spoke breathlessly.

And with that, you held him in a close embrace and ran your hands through his sweaty silver locks, shortly falling into sleep afterwards.

He said he was gonna fuck you like he doesn't— but truthfully, you felt nothing but love for each other the entire time. He missed you just as much.

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heavenlyeden · 1 year

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♱Heavenly Feast♱

𓆩Chapter 8 - Defanging𓆪

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CW: Teeth whump, immortal whumpee, non-human whumper.

There was no love more pure and devoted than an angel’s love. It had to be. To worship a dead God, to love humans even though he saw the worst of them, and to obey the Holy Council even when their orders didn’t make sense, Azael was made to be loving, patient and above all, devoted. However, his heart didn’t belong to God. No, it belonged to the young man with a broken soul that lay on his lap.

Azael played with his hair as he sang to him. He knew his song was the highlight of his beloved’s day – a moment of joy in his otherwise dull life. When he stopped singing for a moment, his lover opened his eyes, begging silently for him to keep going.

“Do you love me?” Azael asked.

“Of course I do, my angel,” his beloved lied.

He didn’t know why he bothered asking. He knew the love of his life had a broken soul, incapable of feeling any love or happiness. He knew. That was what attracted Azael to him in the first place. Still, he wished, he prayed that someday, somehow, he could feel it. To love Azael back as much as he was loved – with his whole heart. But even if that day never came, he would still be by his side. He would still be devoted to Jacob Edwards, the man who stole God’s place in Azael’s heart.

…𓆩♱𓆪…

Kieran looked down at him, who lay on the table secured by chains. Drool ran down from his mouth, opened wide by the metal gag he spent the night making from scratch, exposing his teeth. His eyes fluttered in his sleep as Kieran observed him in silence, pliers in hand. ‘Is he having a nightmare?’ he wondered. If it were indeed a nightmare, it would seem like a dream compared to what he would go through when he woke up.

He gripped his upper front tooth with the pliers and pulled it out with ease. Benjamin’s eyes shot open. And soon enough, the initial shock dissolved into pain. He struggled against his binds as he tried to understand what was happening, crying out.

“Good morning,” he said coldly.

The smell of blood didn’t make him hungry, nor did his pain arouse him. He was focused, as focused as when he cut apart corpses.

“You keep testing my patience over and over again, Benjamin.” He crouched and whispered in his ear. “I hope you finally get into your fucking head that you can’t defy me. You’re nothing more than a fuck toy and a food source — and neither of those should bite.”

He stood and set the teeth aside, before stopping to savour Benjamin’s increasing despair.

“You brought this on yourself. Maybe I should have done this from the start. That would have taught you to respect me.”

Benjamin shook his head, screaming at him. Kieran gripped his hair to keep his head still and gripped the other tooth beside the bleeding gap. He held it for a second longer than he needed before pulling it out. Tears wet Benjamin’s face and hair as he cried out and struggled in vain.

And even as he cried, screamed and mumbled unintelligibly, Kieran didn’t stop. He pulled the other upper incisors and then the canines. Blood and saliva pooled in Benjamin’s mouth, making him choke on his cries. Kieran stopped and looked into his eyes.

“Stop whining and swallow it,” he growled, “If you choke to death and make your teeth grow back, we’re doing this all over again.

He closed his eyes and swallowed it, hiccuping and sobbing. Kieran ran his fingers on the lower set of teeth, before pulling one with the pliers. He cried out more, his screams coming out hoarse, but Kieran continued, doing the same as he did to his upper teeth.

By the time they were done, Benjamin had resigned to weep.

Kieran let go of his hair and unceremoniously announced. “There. We’re done.”

He didn’t react. Kieran put the pliers away and the tin box with the teeth in his pocket before unchaining him. He picked him up and took him back to the pillar, sitting him down and clicking the chain around his neck. Benjamin did nothing more than shake and make soft noises of pain.

Kieran couldn’t help but smile at the sight, filled with the satisfaction of a well-done job.

“Think about how will you behave from now on.” He said simply and left Benjamin to be alone with his pain and thoughts.

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fruit-of-infidelity · 1 year

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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Vampire Ending ♱

[ ✥ "Good" Ending, unlocked only through selecting the masochistic choices. ✥ ]

⌜ Scene: Balcony ⌟

ー The door opens, a bloody Ryuuto appearing. ー

Yui: …!

( Blood… )

Oh my… Ryuuto, you almost made me worry, running off last second like that.

I was hoping you could join me for a drink, tonight. In celebration of my return. Although... Seeing you so very bloody… Fufu.

Grab a glass, and tell me just what you have been up to, won’t you? I’m very curious.

Ryuuto: I would be honoured, thank you.

ー He comes over. ー

Allow me…

ー He pours her a drink. ー

Yui: Fufu…

( … … )

ー Cordelia and Ryuuto clink glasses, and drink. ー

I had no doubts you would bring me back. Even if those others tried to stop you, I had faith you and Richter would do whatever it took, for me.

Speaking of those others… That bloody scent, it’s so very familiar.

Do go on, Ryuuto. I can’t help but feel it’s somehow related, after all.

Ryuuto: I hope it’s no disappointment to hear, but it is not the blood belonging to those triplets, if that’s what you were hoping for…

Nor, those other women’s sons.

Yui: Then, just who else does that leave?

Ryuuto: Why don’t you have a taste for yourself and see?

ー Cordelia approaches Ryuuto, and takes some on her finger. ー

Yui: The scent… I almost can’t place it. Although…

Don’t tell me it’s Richter?

ー She tastes it… Suddenly she drops her glass. ー

Kc…!!

There’s no mistaking it!! It’s… K-Karlheinz’!?

D-Does this mean…

Ryuuto: I wish I could tell you not to worry… But I’m afraid he did, indeed, die a slow and painful death. He deserved nothing less, after all.

Yui: You! I-I’m going to…

Throw up!?

Ryuuto: From the shock? Or, perhaps…

That would be the resurrection potion I slipped into your glass.

Yui: R-Resurr… Resurrection potion!?

( Ryuuto-san… you mean…!? )

Ryuuto: It was just perfect you happened to have this celebration tonight; I didn’t know how I was going to get you to drink that potion.

This was my only shot at resurrecting Yui.

Yui: ( Me…? )

That p-potion… is the one that Beatrix’s boy made!?

Ryuuto: Indeed. The only bottle of it he had, I hear.

Yui: “Only bottle”…? I-I have no way… no way to…

Ryuuto: With that as the only bottle, I had Reiji destroy his notes. You won’t be able to resurrect him. Karlheinz is dead.

And will remain so, for good.

Yui: Ts…!!

Ryuuto: …Cordelia.

There is nothing left for you here. I’ve grown sick of your stench… Corrupting Yui’s body, corrupting her soul… Corrupting me.

…I finally found somewhere I belong, with her. And, I will be damned if I stand aside and watch, once again, what is important to me perish.

Yui: H-How dare you… you speak to me th-that way…!!

ー She seems unstable on her feet. ー

Ryuuto: Thank you for leading me right to Karlheinz, Mother…

He only had you to blame for exposing his whereabouts, all because you couldn’t resist trying to find him. To crawl back to him…

Fufu… You know, I never thought of you as this pitiful before, pining for his affection.

Yui: Gr…!!

Ryuuto: Cordelia. Make this easier on the two of us, won’t you? If you want a merciful death, one far more so than his…

Let go.

Yui: …

… …

ー She collapses. ー

…Ryuu…

Ryuuto…san…

Ryuuto: …!

Yui…!?

ー As she stands, Ryuuto embraces her. ー

Yui: She’s…

Gone… Cordelia is gone, I can’t feel her anymore!

Ryuuto: …It was truly that simple, then.

She was always hopelessly in love with that guy… Her heart, it had already settled on Him long ago.

In a way, this was a blessing in disguise.

Alongside tricking her into taking that potion, I figured killing him once and for all would give you enough of a window to break free.

Yui: To be with you again, Ryuuto-san… I’m so relieved.

It’s… embarrassing to say, but you’re all I need.

Ryuuto: You took the words right out of my mouth.

Yui: I knew you would save me… You said so yourself, after all, and I accepted that; I accepted you as my saviour.

Ryuuto: I suppose I did, didn’t I?

… …

ー Yui wipes away Ryuuto’s tears. ー

Yui: You’re… Ryuuto-san, what’s the matter? You’re crying…

Ryuuto: …These are happy tears, can’t you tell? I thought you would have understood your Master well enough by know to tell sadness from happiness…

After all, how could I be upset, when you’re by my side?

Yui: Saying goodbye to that woman… even if she was terrible, she was your mother…

Say, what about Richter? Are… you going to kill him too?

Ryuuto: Perhaps it would be more merciful to do so…

With what sort of a man he is… I cannot stand the thought of sharing another woman with him, not again. That’s not the life I want for myself…

I want to be greedy… For you to be mine alone.

Yui: I am yours, Ryuuto-san.

Just like I vowed at that alter.

Ryuuto: …Fufu, of course.

ー They kiss. ー

Yui: Forever, and ever…

I promise to remain by your side, and to love you, even long after I die.

Ryuuto: That won’t happen… I won’t allow you to die; You’ve already begun to change, to become a vampire, since Cordelia took hold of your body.

Can’t you feel it? That thirst?

Yui: You’re right…

Ryuuto: So, insteadーー

Promise to remain by my side, and to love me… until even the stars all burn away, and until there’s nothing in this universe left but us.

And I’ll promise the same.

Yui: I promise. Forever…

✥ THE END ✥

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← [ ✥ Ecstasy Epilogue ✥ ] ⎥ [ ✥ After Story ✥ ] →

#ryuuto sakamaki #sakamaki ryuuto #Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers oc #dialovers #ryuuto route #sakamaki ryuuto route #ryuuto sakamaki route #hdbryuutovampireending #hdbryuutoending #haunted dark bridal

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v33n4-c4rn1s · 7 days

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"TEETH."

veena lambert (x mare torres at the very end)

once again, angst, mostly veena centered this time.

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Her teeth, most importantly her fangs. Sharp and deadly with a bite force to kill a man.

She was just the same. Sharp, fierce, deadly.

At least that's how people saw her. A horrific beast who only lived to kill. A monster that could only rip and tear, never love.

The rumors wore her down, despite how she presented herself, the words they threw at her dug into her skin, her weakened heart breaking.

She didn't want to be like this, she hated it. The claw markings on her walk served as a reminder of what she was. The teeth marks on her arms once again, reminded her of what she was capable of.

She felt no power, only pain.

When she was a little girl, they told her she'd do great things. She had dreams, just like any other child. If only she hadn't taken the wrong path home. If only she had stuck to the trail.

To this day she remembered the pain that shot through her shoulder. The cold earth met her bare knees as she was held down, it was painful. It drank from her. Tearing into her skin and leaving her bloody. She woke up after a few hours. The hospital room was so bright. It burned in her memory.

She wanted to go home. She was scared.

Those next few days were the worst. Veena was bed bound, her mouth aching, she hadn't noticed that she could tear into her food much easier. How her bedsheets tore under the pressure of her nails,

The final nail in her coffin was when he own father walked in her bedroom, shrouded in darkness, only to find her hunched over in the corner, the family cat in her arms, at first he believed she was cuddling her cat, only to find a horrific bite wound in the feline and it's remains spewing out her lips. Fangs out on display.

He did the only thing he could. Dashing to the living room, retrieving a pair of pliers, Her own mother forcing her down onto her bed, holding her mouth open, She screamed, she begged.

"it wasn't my FAULT!"

"HE DID THIS TO ME!"

"I didn't mean too daddy!! please! I DIDN'T MEAN TOO!"

She tried to shut her mouth, She tried to pull the arms holding her down but it was no use. Her father grabbed her chin, his broken nails digging into her face as he took the pliers to his own daughters teeth.

pulling them out.

She spent hours on the floor, bleeding. Blood was the only thing she knew. Locked in her bedroom, her tongue dragging along the two dips in her gums.

A part of her was grateful when the man with the funny accent kicked down the front door, yelling about a large sum of money. She may have been locked up in her room, hungry and cold but she still listened through the cracks.

The gunshots made her jump. The silence made her head hurt.

She heard the footsteps, she only backed away from the door just a tiny bit. For the first time since months ago she saw the hallway again, her view blocked slightly by a large man in a suit.

She looked up at him, A tiny doll clutched in her hand. She was scared, not of him but of his mind.

would he take her teeth out too?

"piccola rosa..look at your face.."

He kneeled down, reaching out a hand. One that she hesitantly took.

Her mouth stained with her own blood, bite marks tracing up her arms. Bruised and swollen.

"petalo prezioso..you cannot stay here,,"

He was so soft spoken, His other hand reached to hold her face.

"let me take you away from here, you will be safe.."

Her mother always told her to never trust strangers, But veena had lived her life trusting someone who only wronged her. Once a mother, now a stranger.

That was the day she packed a bag and followed this man into his car, carefully sitting in the backseat with her doll, brushing its hair.

Her life improved from then. She had learned to cope with her instincts, figuring out who she was with her father, Her fangs growing back, Her father helping her deal with any stress, They weren't related by blood but he had saved her and after a few mountains of paperwork, She had a family again. One that loved her unconditionally.

Veena is older now, she had grown, sitting in her own home. Currently holding a photo album in her lap, the one thing her father had gifted her at her engagement party. She wiped her tears, closing the book.

"hey, sweetheart I made- oh my,, is everything alright?"

Mare, the man who loved her more than anything else, stood in the doorway, immediately rushing over to sit next to her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders.

"what's this? oh..old memories huh?"

She smiled a tiny bit, nodding her head.

She had met him in her third year of school, she was a troublemaker, snarky and cruel, he was a sweet kid, a goody two shoes in her eyes. He fell hard but she fell harder. A simple seat arrangement led to them kissing in the supply cupboard, soon those events led to a few dates, a few dates lead to a relationship, moving in..an engagement.

"oh..yeah sorry- I just, got a little emotional.."

His gaze softened, lifting his mask off to kiss her cheek, affectionately baa'ing when she kissed the hand that held her face.

"yeah? well, I made some tea..hopefully that'll make you feel better.."

She nodded, looking down at her hand. The prettiest ring latched onto her finger.

"still not over that?"

He lifted her hand to kiss the back of it, her giggles making him smile.

"you proposed to me!! we're getting married?? of course I'm not over it!!"

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, squeezing him affectionately.

"good!! I'm not over it either!!"

He chuckled, She leaned upwards for a quick kiss, he reciprocated.

She had the life she so desperately wanted. Despite all the things she had lost and had to live through,

She was finally happy, A family, A fiance, A life she could live freely.

And she was so grateful for it.

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Veena's full lore, I'm so glad I actually managed to finish this 💔

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#veena lambert x mare torres #veena lambert #mare torres #mare if you see this ily #sona x sona #sona fanfic #my sona #sona #oc x oc #oc fic

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fayeriess · 7 days

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⋆｡‧₊°♱༺ FIND LOVE IN

MY CIGARETTE BOX ༻♱༉‧₊˚.

theodore nott x fem!reader

summary: tonight's smoke session with theo near the black lake feels different this time around.

warning(s): mentions of smoking, cigarette consumption, mentions about ravenclaw!reader though it's not really important. not proof-read!

a/n: take a shot every time you see the word cigarette.

Spit-soaked lips were all you knew with Theodore Nott.

Plump, wet flesh puckering around cancerous chemicals pristinely wrapped in thin, white paper. It's the perfect circle to close your mouth around.

A distraction — a drastic calm to pair with the maddening storm brewing within you — within your lungs as they ached. slick muscled tongue skimming over rutted edges of pearly white teeth before it rested back in place.

Squished between your upper and lower jaw was your euphoria; a cigarette — the sole thing you’re sure you have in common with the Slytherin. If you were being completely and utterly real with yourself, a part of you secretly enjoyed your recurring rendezvous with Theo. Not just because the responsibility of conjuring a box of cigarettes on your person wasn’t yours anymore, nor the fact that you no longer had to waste your money, but because he was silent.

Unnervingly silent. With him, you had more time to wallow in your thoughts, and you can’t quite decipher if that’s a good thing or not.

Either way, it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, especially when he glances at you through his lashes with his dead, steel-gray eyes.

Much like he was doing now, hands stuffed in the pockets of his straight-legged trousers, chapped lips thinly pressed in a tight line.

In the beginning, the scorching intensity of his gaze never penetrated your soul as deeply as it currently did in front of the frothiness of the Black Lake. Perhaps with the slight whistle of the wind that whipped past the shell of your ears, it even sent a tingle to weave itself around your spine.

You were sure that feeling resulted in something else; something even more frigid than the rush of air seeping through the thin material of your school clothes.

Taking another drag, you let the familiar taste of nicotine spread you resisted the temptation to lock eyes with him, fleshed heart already beating erratically. He wants to say something to you.

That much you could tell from the one second that you took to peer at him through your peripheral, quickly taking notice of the way the right side of his mouth lifted slightly, only to fall flat promptly.

So, why won’t he?

Flicking your thumb lightly across the spot where your mouth had been mere seconds ago with the intent to rid the burning embers of its ashy wake, you stare at the remnants of gloss you had applied earlier in the day.

“What?”

“Ciggie hog.”

An unladylike snort escapes you. A sound that no move was made to stifle, extending an arm so he could grab what he so desperately desired. Theo did so, inhaling with such swiftness that if it weren’t for your lack of blinking, you would’ve convinced yourself that he had it the entire time.

“Me?” You laugh dryly, humoring him.

The playfulness laced within his words smears a grin across your face, arms crossing over your chest as a means to warm yourself from the chilly assault of the night air.

“Who else?”

While you now twisted to fully stare at his hunched figure, you found that his lingering irises weren’t watching your every move like they once were; instead zeroed in on the vast valleys of land — wet and muggy. Soil freshly saturated with nature’s tears.

With every elongated intake breath, the hairs in your nose burned. It was a pleasant transition from the smoke you were swallowing for an entire minute – or two.

If it weren’t for how handsome he looked ( and how utterly determined you were not to get distracted by it ), you would’ve joined him in his newfound admiration for Mother Earth. So, you took it as an opportunity. An opportunity to shamelessly stare at the side of his face, trace the slope of his nose with an invisible finger, the dip in the bow of his upper lip. God, you were smitten.

“Am not.” Warmth rises to the apples of your cheeks, causing you to instinctively turn your head in the opposite direction, hands lifting to subtly press into the skin there to quell the heat.

“Are too. You smoke the majority of my cigarettes.” He mumbles, kicking a small, but thick branch buried between long blades of rain-drop-ridden greenery. His leather shoes were caked at the soles with chunks of dirt so large, he’d have to scrub it off later to not arouse suspicions.

If Malfoy, Zabini — and most of all, those two twats — Crabbe and Goyle, were to ever hear about his exchanges with a sharp-tongued Ravenclaw, especially those of swapping cigarettes around seven times a day, he’d cease to exist altogether.

“We-” You gestured between the both of you, “-smoke the majority of your cigarettes together.”

Swaying on your feet, you toy with a loose string of fabric on the lower half of your sweater, moving to stare at him once more.

The skin of Theo’s lower lip is sucked between his teeth as he ashes your shared cigarette, which was close to being unlit due to neglect, a quarter of a smile rising on his face. “Liar. I’ll throw you in there.”

His threat had you scoffing, a hand to your chest in the faux offense as you took a stride back, eyes fixing toward the lake, dark and seemingly bottomless bathing in the setting sun, chilled to high hells by the wind. A shiver ran up your spine at the thought of submerging yourself even though he was joking. “You wouldn’t. You like me too much.”

Theo hums in amusement. “Do I?”

“You do. I’m the only person who smokes with you.”

One of his bushy brows raises. His head cocking in your direction so harshly, it cracked slightly as he did so. “I could simply ask anyone else and they’d accept.”

“Like who?”

“Draco.”

You snort once again. “You’d have to threaten to transfigure him into a ferret again before he even thinks about touching one.”

An unfamiliar gleam shone where an abyssal void once was, eyes crinkling under the weight of all his teeth on display. An actual smile, not just some half grin or an upturn of a lip, but a genuine one. Just for you.

Another gust of wind passes through, and you can’t help but shiver, gooseflesh littering the expanse of your skin through your clothes, just enough to where your bones ached. Numb all over as you were, lips paling in color, blood now drained from your stony face, you felt oddly warm.

Nonetheless, you gave him a toothy little grin in response, watching as he lit the cigarette once more with a quick mumble and a flick of his wand that was previously sticking out of his pant pocket.

“So, Nott, if you don’t mind me prying. What exactly took you so long to meet me out here?”

“Theo.”

Raising a brow, your mouth twitches at the sides. “Huh?”

“I’ve been sharing my things with you long enough to be called Theo.”

He lets his eyes flutter to yours, which were glistening with embarrassment as you nodded meekly, accepting his words — an offer of friendship. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair.”

You eagerly took what was in his hand, letting its toxicity decimate your insides and leave its foul taste lingering in the crevices of the warmth of your mouth.

Theo heaves a dramatic sigh before speaking, “Got caught up with Potions.” He waves his left hand, adorned with rings, in the air. “Nothing to blab your ear off about.”

Grimacing, you inch closer to him, shoulder touching his as you take another hit, blowing what was left of the smoke out into the chill. “Not like you haven’t done it before, but it’s okay, I know you aren’t the talkative type.”

Theo rolls his eyes as you lift your free hand to ruffle his sandy-dark hair, mussing up his loose curls in the process. It was soft, a little shaggy, and a tad bit more grown out than it usually was, but nice to look at either way.

“But you do NEWT level potions, you git, that’s something to brag about. I couldn’t properly brew something if my life depended on it.”

He lifts his shoulders in a shrug, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans before jutting his lips. “I’d rather keep my accomplishments private. People make their envy known.” Theo knew to an extent just how hard his fellow peers bit. How they broke through thin skin and sucked the warm lifeblood of their enemies; a perfect pair to their house sigil. He’s lived in it in the form of whispers about his family, his father, his deceased mother.

The living were monsters with sharp teeth — maybe even worse than those blasted dementors.

Humming, you nod your head in consideration, knowing just how cut-throat some certain scholars around Hogwarts were, eager to rip someone else’s success to shreds just to put themselves ahead. “Never thought about it like that before, though I'm not sure if that’s a good thing or not.”

“You’re not as observant as I thought you to be.” He admits.

“Yeah, I know.” Squeezing your eyes shut for a second, you let yourself listen to the constantly moving water, the rustling of the leaves decorating thin branches, and the shuffle of Theo’s shoes as they squelched against pillowy soil. “It’s a blessing and a curse sometimes.”

Theo brought his right hand to his mouth, ridges of his teeth immediately locking onto the tip of his thumb, biting down on his already-short nailbeds. “Like the one time, you failed to notice Macmillan asking you to the Yule.”

Your cheeks warmed once again, your neck practically folding into the cavity of your chest at the mere thought of the yule alone. He was right. “How’d you know about that?!”

He tilts his chin in your direction, facial muscles contorting into that of boredom. “Everyone knows about that.” Plucking the cigarette from between your lips, his finger lingers longer than necessary, a small tingle in its wake as he slowly backs away from you.

“You mind if I steal one of these for later?” You point to his mouth as he puffs.

“All out, ‘m afraid.”

“Seriously?” For someone who chain-smokes on the regular, you pegged him as the type of smoker to snag at least two of them, not because he was sharing them with you, but because every time your eyes would find his figure, he’d have one loosely hanging from his lips, eyes gesturing toward the nearest exit when his grey ones met yours.

So, this — this was surprising.

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not, you fucker.”

“Isn’t it about time you chipped in as well?”

“Ah, I see. This is the part where I say goodnight. Same time as always?”

Theodore merely gives a small chuckle and a nod of his head, muttering something along the lines of ‘you’re insufferable’ before turning around to seek warmth inside castle walls, much like you should be doing as you nod at his retreating figure. With the skin of your lips pulled downward in a small frown, you shove your numb hands in your sweater pocket until cool plastic is crinkling against your smooth fingers. Within it, a brand new box of fresh ciggies.

Y’know — the ones he told you he didn’t have.

#theo nott #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott #harry potter #harry potter imagine #theo nott x reader #theo nott x fem!reader #theo nott fluff #theo nott headcanons #theo nott fic

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ayekittyk4t · 2 years

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would you end your night with me? | echoes of silence

♱ Desc: On a cold winter night, a argument between you and your loving boyfriend occurs. Storming out in anger, he leaves you looking for him in the dark of the evening and in the arms of his best friend.

♱ Pairing: Ken “Draken” Ryuuguji x AFAB Reader, Manjiro “Mikey” Sano x AFAB Reader

♱ Content Warnings: Unestablished relationship (with draken), cheating, unprotected sex, petnames, unwanted marking, lots of crying, cream-pie, manhandling (?), mentions of vomiting but not actually, timeskip! ken & mikey

♱ Word Count: 1630

a/n so excited to post the first fic of my weeknd collection! i will be releasing more one shots and even short series. all will some how correlate to lyrics to my favorite songs by the weeknd:)))) echoes of silence is the first! hope u enjoy.

wattpad | ao3

It was wrong.

Every breath, movement, word. All of it was wrong. Heart aching with each second spent without him and in the warmth of another man. To lay in bed with another man, then come home and do the same with him. Let another man touch you in ways only your boyfriend should. And with all he’s given and provided you, you couldn’t help but chase for more. All the love you were showered with. An endless cascade of affection, and you sink your fangs into another man. A man he called his friend.

You were a terrible person.

Mikey gave you all you ever wanted in life. He was the perfect boyfriend that you wished for since your youth. One that’d constantly reassure you that his love for you exists through verbally and physically, even give you every materialistic thing in the world because that’s how much love he has for you. Putting in the time for you with his busy work life too, and protecting you from all the harm it could cause you, You were loved and cared for, what else was there that you needed? A picture perfect relationship every couple wished to have. He put all the effort he could into you, and after every hardship and mountain he’d climb for his love, you found yourself caught in the worst outcome of them all.

It was all so sudden. An argument leading to Mikey storming out the front door, leaving you in tears and a heaving chest. You couldn’t recall what the argument was about, but it’d been something to really set him off. Missed call after another, you searched for him in the cold night. Brisk air nipped your skin as you stood on the steps of your last location in the search for your boyfriend, his best friend's house.

A bell jingled above you when the door swung open. Ken peered down to you, clad in a white tee and basketball shorts. He stared deep into your sad, puffy eyes. Asking for your boyfriend, he responded with telling you he didn’t know where Mikey had gone. A loud sigh left your wet lips, thanking him for his help, you turned to leave. His heart throbbed for you, a pounding hitting his chest and his consonance telling him to offer you comfort. Inviting you inside to escape the frost of the cool winter evening, he’d expected nothing from your interaction. But the unexpected seemed to always occur for him.

A warm hand on your cheek, wiping hot tears and comforting you while you expressed your feelings about the fight. Pulling him into a hug, Ken didn’t expect you to plant a kiss on his lips, nor did he believe he’d ever return that sweet, sweet kiss back. Kisses lead to touches, touches lead to sex. Not once did the thought of your boyfriend at home slip past your mind. Not when Ken’s rough hands roamed every inch of your body, deep thrusts hitting the softest spots inside you, lips never leaving yours.

That was until you returned home.

Seeing Mikey sleeping on the couch sent swords through your heart. Your lungs felt full, close to exploding in your body. Stomach churning from the repulsion of your own stupid actions. Disgusting bile rose up your throat. You swallowed hard when he twisted and turned in his sleep, realizing you didn’t have the guts to ever confess your adultery. And maybe it was worse than just saying the truth now and then, but with the little morals you had left, you crawled and laid on his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He hummed at your words, the vibration of it sending shivers down your spine and causing the hairs on your skin to stand. The regret and dread of your mistake clawed into your skin. Ripping and tearing, leaving you shaking and reaching for the scraps you had left. There was none, just bone, muscles and tissue. Cartilage leaving you from falling apart.

“Don’t apologize,” Mikey smoothes the wrinkles on your top. The ones made by your lustful act minutes ago, “Don’t you fuckin’ apologize when Im the one who left you here alone. I won’t ever, ever pull that shit again. I promise you that, Baby.” He pulls your face close to his, hands cupping and messages your skin, “I fuckin’ love you.”

Cheeks peppered in kisses, and body tight in his grasp, you continued to lay in the pools of your regret. You’re drowning in it, gasping for air and getting absolutely nothing.

“I love you too, Mikey.”

You were a coward.

None of it was ever supposed to happen.

The first time was a mistake, a tear in your relationship with Mikey ripped its way between you two because of it. Even without the knowledge of your unfaithfulness, a distance was formed between the two of you. A sea between two islands that you personally made because of the guilt you felt from sleeping with Ken. And the distance caused the arguments, Mikey leaving you alone in tears like he did before and promised he wouldn’t do it again.

With the continued cycle between you and Mikey, a new one between you and Ken grew.

One time turned into two, two turned into three. Almost after every bump in your relationship with Mikey, you’d call Ken, and run into his arms, finding that comfort he wrapped you in that one winter evening. And even after every night full of sex and unkept promises of telling you’re boyfriend of your infedelity, you’d wander back to Mikey. Embracing him in the longest and tightest hugs you’d ever given and person, and apologize. You’d apologize weeping this time, staining his shirt with your tears, and the same conversation from before would repeat.

It was a never ending revolution. The lies flourished after another, weight on your shoulders started to sink you into the ground. This couldn’t continue anymore.

“Stay.” Ken let’s out softly with a breathy chuckle, looking up at your body as your bounce on his cock. He worshiped you, wanting to give you his all and all the world could offer. There was no need for that when Mikey already did all of it.

His big hands settle at your hips when you continue your assault, freshly manicured fingernails digging into his skin, face in the crook of his neck. You suck his skin, leaving deep purple bruises into his fair skin. His length filled you in a different ways your boyfriends did. His hands were scarred and rugged on your virgin skin.

Your actions make him yearn to do the same to you. But as much as he wanted to, he knew that he couldn’t kiss every inch of your perfect and untouched skin like he wanted to. His marks would claim you as his. No one else’s. And in moments like the ones where your cunt worked wonders on his throbbing cock, he wanted you as his and only his for eternity. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t possible, wishing into the stars that maybe he was wrong.

Whimpers turn into melodies in his ears when you pull him into a kiss. Your hands are in his hair, keeping his lips close to yours. Teeth clash and tongues message each other. Indigo and deep magenta flowers bloom underneath the pads of his fingers as he moves your hips faster on his cock. Your walls are squeezing him in the most breathtaking way possible.

“K-ken.” You moan out his name, “Close. ‘m so close.” Words slurring and mumbling while your lips still graze his.

“Fuck,” There’s a pause between his deep growl, “Let help you out, Doll.”

You're nodding your head when he throws you onto your back. He attacks your cunt while cold sheets soothe your muscles. Ken rises to watch the sight below him, hands on the small of your back, lifting your hips to meet his. Your tits bounce with every harsh thrust into your pussy. As you reach the peak of your night, he feels you leaking and tightening with every move.

Moans and cries leave your mouth when his cock hits your sensitive g-spot. A symphony finds his ears when you finally gush around his length. Your cum dripping and making a mess onto your thighs and Kens stomach.

He’s close too, bringing his head between your bouncing breasts and kisses the valley. You’re lost while coming down, but when his hot tongue wraps around your nipple and tugs, you squirm in his grasp.

“K-ken!” You’re too weak to shout, but it’s your best attempt to do so. He couldn’t leave bites on you, you just wouldn’t let him. And when marks rises to the surface of your skin, you give up squirming and accept it.

“Stay.” He stumbles over his words, “Just stay for the night.” His confession leaves tears welling in your waterline, body limp and sore from the sex. Spurts of hot cum fill your cunt when Ken finally reaches his peak. He thrusts his cum into your cunt, watching the white ring grow around his cock. Twitching when he’s finally satisfied, he licks his lips. “End your night with me.”

Ken's dark hair tickles your cheeks as he hovers over you, his large hands soothing your thighs and arms. A wet trail of saliva on your breast is left by him as he abandons it to meet your eyes. The spot where he marked you burns then cools down with air hitting it. Onyx eyes meet yours, thumb playing with your bottom lip. A smile tattoos onto his lips looking down at you while his chest rises from his post orgasm bliss.

The end to this cycle started now.

“Mikey and I are getting married.”

#tokyo revengers #ken ryuuguji #manjiro sano #draken #mikey #tokyo revenger x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #manjiro sano x reader #draken x reader #mikey x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers angst #tw cheating #ken ryuuguji angst #ken ryuuguji smut #draken angst #draken smut #tw unprotected sex #tw unwanted marking

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. Izana Kurokawa

Being away for a while from his queen finally pays off...

♱ pairing: izana x afab!reader

♱ content/warnings: MATURE. MDNI. phone sex, mutual masturbation, degrading, pet names, unprotected sex, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, cock warming.

♱ a/n: late post for the king's birthday. i love and miss him so much. he deserves love and the greatest head.