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little taste of heaven

Pairing: Adam (Hazbin Hotel) x Sinner!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #53 (“why don’t you make me?”) from Prompt List #1 and #78 (“oh, i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”) from Prompt List #2 with added inspiration taken from a request from the lovely @odins-nsfw

Warnings: cursing, Adam is an asshole (what else is new), tiny bit of angst if you squint, general kinda rough smut (18+, MINORS DNI!!!), oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, digital manipulation, unprotected sex, Adam and reader are definitely toxic, enemies that are also lovers :)

Word Count: 2,149

Author’s Note: This took me a little longer to write but I’m very happy with how it turned out! Definitely getting more comfortable with writing smut, and writing for Adam is still proving to be very fun. Thanks to everyone who has interacted with my other Adam one shots (which you can read here and here); it seriously means so much to see the positive feedback. I still have one more request in my inbox, but I will definitely be writing for more Hazbin characters as the year goes on (especially since we don’t know when the show is coming back). But if you’d like to submit an ask, check out my About Me page, Prompt Lists, and other works in my Masterlist! Thanks and happy reading, depraved sinners!

“Hey, toots, settle a bet for us, would ya?” you heard Angel Dust call to you from across the hotel lobby. Ever since Charlie Morningstar successfully staved off an attack from Heaven’s army, you decided to join her crusade towards redeeming the seemingly irredeemable.

You were first assigned as a quasi-concierge, since you had spent most of your time in Hell bouncing from one side of the Pride Ring to the other. You hopped up from your desk and met Angel, who was slumped across the bar; Husk was silently cleaning a glass, a small smirk on his feline face.

“What’s up, guys?” you breathed, counting the seconds until your shift ended. You were grateful for the free accommodations that the hotel provided, but you didn’t expect the afterlife would involve diving into the wonderful world of customer service.

The porn star shifted his gaze to Husk, and you could tell they were both up to something. “Are ya fuckin’ the angel or what?” the bartender asked, his voice gruff. Angel almost spit out the swig of malt liquor he had just taken.

You feigned confusion, turning to the spider-like demon. “Angel Dust, I think I would know if I were fucking the biggest porn star—”

“Actor.”

“—Actor,” you corrected yourself, “on this side of Hell. You should know he’s not my type, Husk, honest.”

Angel Dusk tsked. “You know that’s not who we’re talking about, babycakes,” he said, his voice lowering, “We’re talking about the angel. Or, I guess the fallen angel.”

Oh, shit.

You shifted uncomfortably on the barstool, swirling the whiskey glass Husk had placed in front of you. “No clue what you mean by that.”

“Bullshit,” Husk said testily.

“See, I told you she’d lie,” Angel drawled, smiling smugly, “You can read it on her pretty little face.” You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.

Yes, you had been fucking Adam. And yes, you had been keeping it from the rest of the hotel residents. Even after showing up—in a new demonic form, no less—to be redeemed, you knew no one, not even Charlie, trusted him fully after the last botched exorcism and direct attack on the hotel itself.

But he was drawn to you almost immediately, singling you out as someone to pursue and torment. And stupidly, you found yourself attracted to him, despite your better judgement.

“Who told you,” you deadpanned.

Angel Dust’s gaze flickered from you to Husk and back again. He sure knew how to be a fucking tease.

“Your stupid boyfriend,” Husk confirmed, not wanting to torture you any longer.

“Ya shoulda seen him bragging about it last night,” Angel added, no doubt living for the drama this would cause, “He’s got some loose lips once the booze starts flowin’. Real keeper if ya ask me.”

Stomach in knots, you attempted to put up a brave face, even with their taunting. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you said definitively, now feeling anger welling up inside you.

This was all Adam’s fault. He couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut and now you were the one dealing with the humiliating fallout. “Fine, fuck buddy, whatever,” Angel corrected, watching as you stood up from the barstool in a huff, “Doesn’t sound like it’ll last very much longer, given the look on your face.”

You rolled your eyes, completely over this conversation. “Would you excuse me?” you asked rhetorically, your voice dripping with poison. Even Angel looked perturbed for a moment.

Husk glanced over to his companion as you hopped off the barstool, practically seething, “Yeah, ‘course toots,” Angel called after you, still clearly tickled by this development. He loved this kind of soap opera drama bullshit.

You were still able to hear Husk say “Oh she’s gonna fuckin’ murder him,” as you climbed the steps and stomped to Adam’s room.

Pounding on the door, anger and embarrassment grew like a vicious virus inside you. When no one answered, you pressed your ear against the door and was met with the irritating sound of a whiny electric guitar.

“Perfect,” you muttered to yourself as you grabbed the ring of keys Charlie had given you when you were on shift. Even though you had technically clocked out, you weren’t above bending the rules to give Adam a piece of your mind.

You threw open the door, letting the thud as it hit the wall startle the fallen angel strumming his guitar lazily. “Jesus fu—” he started to say as he shifted on his bed, but then his eyes softened at the sight of you, “Oh, hey babe—”

“Don’t you ‘hey babe’ me, you fucking prick,” you spat, fire practically spewing from your mouth, “You’ve been telling people about us?!”

A tense pause.

“Maybe.”

Another pause.

“No?”

You could feel your eye beginning to twitch.

“Ugh, fine. Yes. But what’s the big deal?” Adam asked incredulously, finally putting his guitar down.

You paused for a moment, your anger simmering. The big deal was that you were embarrassed. That the thought of you and Adam going public made you look like a desperate sinner latching onto the only other wayward soul that would look your way.

And hell, you actually liked sneaking around, until he ruined it with his big, dumb mouth of his.

And maybe, just maybe, you were afraid that once the novelty wore off and everyone knew about you two, Adam would leave you behind and move onto the next shiny new toy to waltz into the hotel.

“Cat got your tongue, dollface?” he prodded, wanting to get a rise out of you. It was one of his new favorite pastimes.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, your anxiety being replaced by annoyance. “Jesus fucking Christ do you ever shut up?” The former angel smirked, his eyes flitting up and down your form.

“First off, don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” he said as you rolled your eyes, “It’s fucking rude.”

You wanted to punch him.

“Second, why don’t you make me?”

That was the last straw.

You lunged at him, practically pouncing on top of him to kiss him hungrily. Adam knew exactly how to push your buttons, and pathetic as it was, you actually fell for it every time.

You were straddling him, and felt him wince as you bit his lip in the heat of the angry makeout. Adam knew you were pissed, and the more you fought for dominance, the harder he felt himself get.

After all, pleasure always tasted sweeter with a little pain. And you tasted fucking delicious.

Adam groaned as you pulled away from him, your face still radiating with heat and anger. You weren’t letting him off that easily, and he knew it.

“Lie down,” you muttered, your eyes scanning his smug expression. “Now.” Wordlessly, Adam complied, lying on his back as you removed your pants and underwear swiftly.

Adam raised his head slightly just in time to watch you remove your shirt and throw it across the room in a huff. He waited patiently for you to do his own disrobing on his behalf; the lazy bastard loved when you rode him.

But he didn’t feel the desperate grasp of your hands around his cock.

No, instead, you climbed up his chest, until you were eye to eye, his gold pupils dilated. “I’m going to have to take drastic measures to shut you up, aren’t I?”

Adam felt his pulse quicken. “What’d you have in mind?”

A sinful smile spread across your face. “Something I know you hate,” you teased, cupping his face gently, doing your best to seduce him into submission, “And something I happen to know your bestie Luci is very talented at.”

Adam gripped your arm, pulling your hand away from his face. You became frightened for a second, before he started peppering the inside of your wrist with small love bites.

The games you played toed a dangerous line between love and hate, and luckily Adam had been fucking you long enough to understand the moves you were making.

“I’m not eating you out,” he said, his expression darkening, “And don’t try to bait me with that little pretty boy. It won’t work.”

You felt your pulse quicken; clearly you had struck a nerve. You just had to push him a little further to get your way.

“Is that why Lilith really left?” you said, rolling your hips against his, feeling how hard he was underneath you, “Because you couldn’t…satisfy her the way that Lucifer could?”

You knew this would send him over the edge. And the moment you looked into his burning gold eyes, you knew you had won.

A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he growled, tugging at the hair at the nape of your neck. You smirked as he finally complied and laid on his back. Adam would rather give up control than have his skills in the bedroom be compared to the King of Hell.

You knew he was insecure, and if he was going to be a dick about it, the least you could do was take advantage.

Before he could change his mind, you placed each thigh on either side of his head, kneeling until your aching core met the lower half of his face. After a few seconds of resistance, you felt his lips part and flinched as his tongue slid into you.

“I can’t believe this was—ah—” you bucked your hips as he found his way to your clit, “This was the only way to get you to shut the fuck up.” You felt a hum of disapproval as his slender hands found his way to your ass.

You smiled to yourself as you felt the annoyed hum that radiated from your stubborn lover’s mouth. Finding your pace, you felt the tension in your abdomen rising as Adam continued to eat you out.

For not loving the act, you had to admit he was good at it. Feeling his tongue swirl inside you sent a shiver down you spine, and you felt a yelp leave your lips as he slapped your ass as you continued to buck on top of him.

In retaliation, he tried teasing you with small sucks and flicks, but you didn’t care; the fact that he was focusing on your gratification for a change was rewarding enough.

After a few minutes, though, the fallen angel had had enough of your domineering; if he was going to finish you off, he was going to do it his way.

Coming up for air, he placated you by circling one of his fingers around your clit. “Alright baby, you got what you wanted,” he breathed, “Now it’s my turn.”

In one fell swoop, he flipped you over onto your back, and disrobed in the blink of an eye. ‘Showoff,’ you thought to yourself, annoyed by the lack of his mouth on your pussy.

Before you could protest, two of his long fingers found his way inside you, pumping and curling to hit your sweet spot.

“After this, I’m gonna fuck you into oblivion,” Adam muttered, his tempo growing more erratic, “You’re lucky I’m even bothering to get you off after your little outburst, but you can consider it a favor this time.”

You tried to focus more on satisfying sensation you were feeling than his bitching. “It’s the least you could do after that bullshit you pulled with Husk and Angel,” you said, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your back as you tightened around him, “They’ll fucking crucify me.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, baby,” he cooed, resting his thumb on your bud as he continued to pump his fingers into you, “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

It only took a few more moments of stimulation for you to humiliatingly come undone around him, knowing he’d make you pay for it later.

Getting off always seemed to come with a price when it came to fucking Adam; at the very least you were able to shut him up for a few glorious minutes.

You contemplated if the grilling from the other guests and constant bickering was worth it, but you didn’t have much time to change your mind. Adam pulled you off your back and onto your stomach, and you winced as he slammed his cock into you, your ass on full display as he took you from behind.

You gripped the sheets, the friction of him inside you equal parts painful and gratifying. ‘Another question for another day,’ you thought, burying your face into the mattress as he fucked you at an agonizingly delicious pace.

Right now, you had a pissy angel to placate and a couple of sinners to swear to secrecy.

Royally fucked didn’t even begin to describe the mess you had gotten yourself into.

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daisies-daydreams · 11 months

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Hey, how are you doing?! btw I like your work and If you don't mind can you please write were 141 + könig is defending they're kids while ur scolding at them 👉👈 🥺💞 can you write plz

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: Hello! I'm doing fine and dandy today, thank you! And thank you for your request! Honestly, I can see all of the 141 and König being such good papa's. 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

D/N = Daughter's Name, S/N = Son's Name

Simon “Ghost” Riley

“What were you thinking?” you scowled. Simon stood next to you as he shifted his attention back and forth between you and your daughter. (D/N) pouted as she stared at her feet. The walls of your hallway were covered in crayon markings, from unicorns to dinosaurs. You had just put a fresh coat of paint on them a few days ago, too.

“I-I’m sorry,” she sniffled. Your brows furrowed as your face turned beet red.

“Still, you shouldn’t have drawn all over the walls. Mommy worked hard to make it look better and you just messed it up,” you spat. Your daughter suddenly burst into tears. You blinked, regretting instantly flooding your chest. Simon knelt down on one knee just as you opened your mouth.

“(D/N), why did you color on the walls, baby?” he asked while staying at eye level with your little one. She rubbed her eyes and sniffed.

“I-I wanted to make it look pretty l-like Mommy was doing,” she hiccupped as she pointed at the messy mural on the wall. Simon turned to you, raising a brow. You sighed as you dropped to your knees as well. Your husband patted your back, then squeezed your shoulder with one of his rough hands.

“See? She didn’t mean any harm, love,” he said. (D/N) nodded, tears and snot streaking down her face as she gasped in between her sobs.

“I’m sorry I got mad, (D/N). Will you please forgive Mommy?” you asked. She nodded before she came up to hug both of you.

The three of you spent the evening cleaning up the drawings, though you made sure to spend some time coloring with her on actual paper afterwards.

König

Your son’s shoulders were slumped as he held his hands behind his back. You thrummed your fingers against your forearms and you crossed your arms. Shattered glass lay on the hardwood floor, a gaping hole in your living room window. A baseball rested near the opposite wall.

“I-It was an accident,” he stammered. Your nostrils flared as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“You need to be more careful, (S/N). What if that ball hit someone?!” you scoffed. The boy’s eyes were misty as he swallowed a lump in his throat. Your husband suddenly stepped through the back door, a baseball mitt in his hand. He clapped a hand over your son’s shoulder.

“Please, don’t be upset with him, Maus. I was the one who missed catching the ball,” he claimed. Your eyes shifted back and forth between your two boys. You sighed and shook your head, your facial features relaxing.

“Alright-but you’re going to have to clean up your mess while I call about replacing the window,” you said. König nodded. Your son looked up at his father before running to grab the broom and dustpan from the linen closet. You tilted your head as (S/N) gazed up at you.

“It was our game-so we should both clean it up,” your boy said with a firm nod. You and König exchanged small smiles as he grabbed your husband’s free hand and bounded off to clean up.

John Price

Your jaw felt sore from how long you had it dropped. Your son giggled as he did a little dance in place, his entire body covered head to toe in peanut butter.

The same peanut butter you just bought from the store.

Your jaw clicked as you looked at the empty tub at his feet. You took a deep breath.

“(S/N)…What. Did. You. Do?” you asked through gritted teeth. His smile faltered at your sour tone.

“I gave myself a peanut butter bath!” he beamed. “Now you don’t have to clean me up later, Momma!” he giggled as he raised his arms. Your entire body radiated with frustration.

“No, now I have to give you a longer bath because you got yourself all dirty!” your voice suddenly raised several decibels. (S/N) winced.

“What’s all this, then?” your husband, John, asked from behind you. You whipped your head around, tongue twisted too much to even explain what happened. Your son bounced up and down when he saw his father.

“Look, Papa! I gave myself a bath!” the boy giggled. John blinked before bursting into laughter, tears of amusement pricking at the corners of his eyes as he grabbed his stomach. Your anger quickly dissipated as you reflected your husband’s expression, letting out a small chuckle of your own. John wiped at his eye as he stepped forward, scanning your son up and down.

“Your a cheeky lad, you know that?” he mused. Your son laughed as John picked him up and spun him around, not minding the substance that clung to his clean clothes. His sea-green eyes lingered over to you.

“He didn’t mean anything wrong by it, hun,” he shrugged. Your son nodded before licking at the corners of his peanut-butter covered mouth. You laughed.

“You’re right-I’m sorry, (S/N),” you apologized as you came up and kissed his temple. He giggled and swatted at you playfully.

“Momma! That tickles!” he squealed. John chuckled as your son hid his face in his father's shoulder. “C’mon, (S/N)-let’s give you a proper bath,” John said.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

“FUCK!” your daughter’s small voice screamed. Your eyes widened as you snapped your head up. She still wore a cheeky grin as she spilled a few more grapes on the floor before repeatedly shouting the explicative at the top of her lungs. Your brows furrowed.

“(D/N)! No ma’am!” you frowned as you shook a finger at her. The young girl’s smile fell as you proceeded to chew her out. “We don’t use those bad words!” you barked. Her bottom lip trembled as she hid herself under the table.

“It’s not her fault,” your husband said from the adjacent hallway. You turned to him as he walked towards the table. He knocked on the surface a few times. Your daughter replied after a few seconds of silence with her own rhythmic knocks. Johnny smiled as he crouched down and guided her back to her seat. He kissed the top of her head before looking at you. You raised a brow, expecting an explanation.

“(D/N) may or may not’ve heard a certain word from a certain someone…that someone being her daddy,” his cheeks turned slightly red as he rubbed the back of his neck. You frowned.

“You son of a-”

“Careful. Don’t want her learnin’ any more words,” Johnny said with a raised brow and a smirk. You instantly closed your mouth. Your daughter stared at you sweetly, her head slightly tilted.

“Right,” you muttered. You turned back to your daughter. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, (D/N). You’re not a bad girl-we just can’t say bad words like that because it can hurt other people’s feelings. Okay?” you said. She nodded, her face lighting up slightly.

“Okay, Mommy,” (D/N) smiled. She paused for a moment as she hummed to herself, deep in thought. “Can I say ‘ass’?” she asked innocently. Johnny hid a smirk behind his hand as he stifled a laugh.

You're going to kill him.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

(S/N) swung his feet as you strapped him into the booster seat. Your husband cocked his head as you slammed your door shut, your nostrils flaring.

“Everything alright, love?” he asked. You raked your hands over your face as you glared back at your son. He bobbed his head along to the sound of the song playing on the car radio.

All of you were on a family day out when you remembered you had to grab a few things from the store. Your son wanted to come into the store while Kyle had to take a sudden phone call from Price. Your son pointed at the cashier and asked “Momma-why is that lady so fat?”. You couldn’t erase the shocked look on the woman’s face even if you could try.

You apologized profusely as you took your receipt and quickly hurried out of the store, your son complaining that you were holding his hand too tightly. You frowned as you stared at the young boy.

“Nothing. Let’s just go,” you waved as you rubbed your temples. You didn’t have the capacity to have a talk with your son at the moment. You’ll wait until you get home. Kyle shrugged as he put the car in reverse. The ride back home was rather quiet, minus the songs playing and your son singing along. Your husband pulled up to a stoplight, slipping his hand into yours.

“Why was that lady so fat?” your son asked. You slapped your other hand on your leg as you spun your head around.

“(S/N), we don’t say things like that, ever!” you shouted. Your son shrunk in his booster seat, his lips curving into a frown. “That is very, very rude! How would you feel if someone said something like that to you?” you demanded. Your son sniffed as he wrung his hands together.

“Love, please,” Kyle said. Your face was completely red as you looked back at him. “He’s only four-he doesn’t know any better,” he said calmly.

“I-I was just trying to be honest like you told me, Mommy,” (S/N) pouted. You unclench your jaw as you look into your son’s misty, chocolate-brown eyes. You exhaled through your nose as your shoulders lowered.

“It’s good to be honest, son. But we can’t say certain things because it might upset people. We need to be careful with our words,” you explained. Your son tilted his head as he resonated with your words.

“Okay, Mommy!” he said before going back to dancing to the music on the car radio. Your husband smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently as he moved the car forward.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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elllisaaa · 2 months

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do u have any 2min hard thoughts pleek

omgg yes yes yes i have some ! actually i was just waiting for someone to ask me to write about them because 2min makes me go crazy tbh

MINHO & SEUNGMIN are both into domming you, into controlling you, but each in a different way.

SEUNGMIN is the meanest out of the two of them, always has something to say about your behavior, always has something to pick on to find a way to punish you. so obviously he's high on degrading you, calling you names, calling you a slut, a whore, a fucking toy they can use in every way they want. and he knows you love it, love to have to make efforts for him to maybe praise you.

"you're such a fucking slut, only thinking about our cocks all day."

MINHO, on the other hand, is a little more of a service dom when they're fucking you together. whenever seungmin bites you, he licks the mark just after to soothe the pain. when seungmin's touch is rough, minho's one is more gentle. but don't let this fool you, because he's all honey and sweet until he's denying you your orgasm under the excuse that seungmin has already given you too much of them.

"no baby you're not getting to cum before i do, you're already so spoiled and you still want more ? brat."

seungmin always fucks you first, because he loves to tame you, loves to fuck the attitude out of you. he wants to see you gradually lose your mind over how good he's making you feel, giving you multiple orgasms but not letting you recover from them, your pussy getting tighter and tighter the longer he goes on. seungmin always has a smirk on his lips whenever he can watch you gradually lose your mind and whine more and more while he's ruining you, and how frustrated you are to not be able to touch him because minho is holding your hands.

"no stopping until you're screaming our names, you should know that by now."

minho always goes second, because he loves to bend your spent body in any position he wants, loves to push back seungmin's cum into your sweet cunt. his words are just as harsh, pinning your hips down to the mattress so you wouldn't squirm away, asking seungmin to pull on your hair so he can mark up your neck. and yes, your body will be covered in hickeys and bruises after, because they have to remind everyone that you belong to them. minho prefers to finish on your boobs or face, allowing him to mark up your whole body turns him on.

"gonna cum all over your pretty face kitten, take it."

if you ever want them to eat you out, you will have to beg and suck their cocks first, but once they go down on you, all these efforts seem more than worth it. they love to eat you out together, the feeling of having two tongues lapping at your pussy making you cum even harder. but in order to get that, you have to go down on your knees and take them in your mouth first. minho loves to finish in your mouth first, forcing you to keep it all inside and wide open for seungmin to cum too, making it all overflow and drip on the floor. and if during this, they're rough, once it comes to aftercare, they're the sweetest : running you a bath, massaging your sore body, cooking for you and cuddling with you. minho likes to do little acts of service for you, like cleaning your skin and kissing it all over, while seungmin whispers sweet nothings and words of affirmation in your ears.

"such a good girl doll, you did so good for us.

#threesomes are my weakness #eli answering your questions #eli's anonie #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard thoughts #minho hard hours #minho hard thoughts #seungmin hard hours #seungmin hard thoughts

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jksprincess10 · 10 months

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Epiphany || Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Your new neighbor is a war veteran with a lot of scars. (1k words)

CW: AU where Joel is in the military, age gap, PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, allusions to smut, suicidal thoughts, sad ending. Beware!!

A/N: Ngl I’m nervous to post this one cause I never wrote anything like this but yeah... have a good cry guys.

Folklore anthology

Keep your helmet, keep your life, son Just a flesh wound, here's your rifle

Crawling up the beaches now "Sir, I think he's bleeding out" And some things you just can't speak about

The front porch of your grandmother’s house was your oasis. In the egg-shaped chair, you spent your break days reading, while your grandma knitted by your side. The neighborhood was usually quiet. Except today, a big moving truck was parked in front of the house to your right. The house had been for sale for a while – it was too small for a family, but it seemed like it finally found its owner.

You looked up from your book to see two men unloading boxes. One of them had longer black hair, freckles, a warm smile and a clean-shaven face. The other one, a bit older, had fluffy, short hair, a scruffy, greying beard and a strong nose. They were both very handsome. They both had darker skin, like farm workers who spent days outside.

“Didn’t know we had new neighbors, grams.” You said. Your grandmother barely looked up from her needles.

“Yes. Heard it’s a man who’s alone. Very handsome, but poor thing… had a rough life.”

You could always count on your grandma and her friends from bingo to tell you all the gossip.

“Yeah?”

“He served in the military, but he had to retire early. Bad mental health issues. Divorce, and all… He moved here to work with his brother in construction instead.”

“Sounds rough.”

“Hmhm. We’ll bring him some pie later, what do you think, sweets?”

“It’s a good idea, grams.” You agreed.

Later in the evening, after the moving truck left, you knocked at your new neighbor’s door. Your grandmother gave you the task of bringing the pie – poor old woman was already asleep.

The man with the scruffy beard you saw earlier opened the door, wearing joggers and a shirt that tightly hugged his muscles. He looked tired, dark circles deeply set under his pretty brown eyes.

“Hi. I live next door with my grandma. She… made this apple pie to welcome you in the neighborhood. ”

“Thank you darlin’, that’s real nice. I’m afraid I can’t this eat all by myself, wanna join?”

“S-Sure !” You said as he took the pie from your hands. “It should still be warm.”

You followed him into the kitchen, where he cut two generous pieces for the two of you. You took a look around while you waited awkwardly. It was a nice, old house, and there were still boxes everywhere.

“I’m Joel, by the way.” He said as he tasted some of the pie on his fingers.

You told him your name and your grandmother’s.

“Young thing like ya, livin’ with your grandma?” He had a strong drawl, he was probably from the south, you assumed.

“Yeah, she’s my favorite person in the world.” You smiled. “She was lonely after grandpa died.” You exclaimed as you took a first bite of your grandmother’s still warm apple pie. “So I moved in with her and found a job at the bookstore nearby.”

“Don’t go to school or anythin’?”

“Never really found something that I was passionate about. And at 25… I’m too old to go back.”

“I see.”

“You don’t look too old yourself.” You commented. Sure, you could see a bit of grey in his hair, but he had a youthful face.

“Pushin’ 40.” He sighed.

“You don’t look 40.”

“I feel 80.” He chuckled as he ate more of the pie.

“How so?”

“Years of military and stress put a toll on my body.”

You couldn’t help but admire the strength of said body. “I see. What do you do now?”

“Construction, with my brother Tommy.”

You both finished your pieces in a comfortable silence.

“Well… I’ll see you around, Joel. Don’t hesitate if you need help with anything.” You said as you left.

“Thanks, darlin’. Tell me if ya need any work on your grandma’s house… and tell her thanks for the pie.”

After that, you exchanged small talk with Joel every time you saw him. He was a charming man, even your grandmother loved him. Weeks later, you were working in your garden, when you heard an unfamiliar voice in your neighbor’s yard. It sounded like a teenage girl. You finished shovelling the dirt and laid the shovel on the ground as you looked curiously in your neighbor’s yard’s direction. You could easily see through the white metal gate.

He was sitting in his yard with a girl. When he saw you, his eyes lit up and he waved.

“Oh, hey Joel. Didn’t mean to spy on you.” You said through the gate. “Who’s this pretty girl?”

“You’re good, darlin’. She’s my daughter, Sarah.” He punctuated his words with a caress of the girl’s thick curls. She waved shyly at you.

“Nice to meet you, Sarah.”

Hours later, you met him outside again.

“Care to join?” He asked, beer lifted towards the stars.

You laughed. “Yes.”

You climbed up the gate and landed in Joel’s yard. You sat on his patio while he grabbed a beer for you.

“Is Sarah already gone?”

“Yeah.” A shadow on his handsome, youthful face. “She can just visit. Her mother says I’m not stable enough to keep her longer.”

“I’m sorry.” You drank the bitter liquid. “Are you?”

Joel chuckled.

“Wish I was, darlin’. Feels like I can have 20 minutes of solid sleep every night. Wish my dreams weren’t filled with… landmines and dead soldiers. The doctor gave me pills, and they help but… I feel like I’ll never be myself again.”

“Then… find a new person to be.” You smiled, and hit your bottle with his. “You have so many years in front of you.”

“Hope you’re right, hun’.”

Comfortable silence for a while. The croaks of frogs in the fields. The buzzing mosquitoes clinging to every light. The swallowing.

“Did you tell your grandma thank you for everything she does?”

After the pie, your grandma always brought leftover food to Joel to make sure he ate, and she even invited him to dinner sometimes.

“Hmhm. Said you were a charming young man.” You looked at the stars for a few seconds, then at Joel. “I think so too.”

Bottles getting pushed to the side. Plush lips meeting. Desperate whispers of affection. Stumbling in the house while holding onto the other person. Clothes disappearing. Moans, hymn of a newly found love.

He was holding you close, an arm thrown around your waist as he was coming down from his own high. He was warm, strong, secure. So strong physically, but so fragile inside.

You witnessed for the first time his fight with sleep. It was a violent one. He tossed, turned, screamed. You hushed him back to sleep every time, holding him, becoming the strong and secure one.

He fell again and again. Every night.

With you, I serve

With you, I fall down, down

Watch you breathe in

Watch you breathing out, out

And one day, he fell during daylight. You held him as he was crouched over a torn letter.

“She doesn’t want me to see our daughter anymore.” You rarely saw men cry. You thought it was socially ingrained in them not to. But Joel was sobbing, strong shoulders trembling. “She got a court order and all.”

“We’ll fix this, Joel. Breathe, please.”

He had a hand over his heart, feeling it physically breaking. Ribcage so tight, no air coming out. You witnessed an angry phone call. Soft voice on the other end saying horrible things.

“ – She doesn’t wanna see you anymore, Joel. You scare her. She wants her dad from before… If you don’t go to therapy and work things out, she won’t see you.”

He yelled a broken cry as you kissed his temple.

Only 20 minutes to sleep But you dream of some epiphany Just one single glimpse of relief

Lights in the middle of the night. Tires stopping abruptly. Cops. So many cops. Blaring alarms of an ambulance.

The whole neighborhood came out to witness the paramedics coming in and getting out with a covered body.

You recognized the side of his body – who else could it have been? You screamed and undid your body from your grandmother’s tight embrace, running like a mad woman to the police officers.

“Please, tell me what happened… ”

They didn’t listen.

“PLEASE. I’m his girlfriend.”

The sorry looks on their faces gave it away.

No.

How is it possible.

I told him he had so many years left.

You held the letter in your hands as the ghost of your love lingered around the house. You realized you had seen every crack in his soul, but never his handwriting.

“Darling,

Please, don’t think this is your fault. I was already broken before you came into my life. You did make it more bearable for a few months and I’m grateful for it.

But I couldn’t keep going like this. I’m tired. I’m sorry for leaving you.

You have so many years left. Make this life good.

Tell your grandma I said thanks.

I love you,

Joel.”

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rpbtgirl · 10 months

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I pulled back and open my eyes and see every guy there around me, touching me in some way, all naked from the waist down and cock #2 looking a little panicked because he’s not in my mouth, I reach up and stroke him so he looks a little happier. One of the other guys grabs my other hand on puts it on his cock, now I’m stroking 2 cocks. I’m not even thinking at this point, I feel out of it, I feel high, I am just going along with things at this point. Somebody said something and next thing I know I’m being moved around. It’s my neighbour and he’s positioned me so that I’m more easily accessible. He gets between my legs, I give him a big smile and he slides his cock inside me OMG!!!!! He’s not being rough but he isn’t gentle, he’s pumping with a purpose, and now cock #2 decides he’s waited long enough and pushes his cock again my lips, at this point I don’t care, I open and in he goes. I still have 2 cocks in my hands and 2 cocks inside me. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. My neighbour speeds up then grunts and buried his cock in me, almost the same time #2 shoots his load in my mouth and down my throat. My god, I’m in a porno!!!! I am a porno. Both cocks pull out of my hands, now someone different is between my legs and someone else is pushing into my mouth and another cock is in my hand. Neighbours buddy from the other day is between my legs, and that’s all I know at this point. He goes like the neighbour, with a purpose and cock in my mouth is taking it easy. Buddy cums and guy in my mouth moves between my legs and starts fucking me. He’s done pretty quickly. I’m spent at this point and all have cum. I’m laying there, tired, a little sore, a lot happy. Im thinking I should cover up then it occurs to me, why, considering everything that’s just happened lmao. I start thinking I should get up and drag my ass home only I’m being groped again, what the hell!! Next thing I know, there’s a hand playing with my pussy again and a cock being rubbed on my face. Ok, someone is ready for round 2? Am I? Well I didn’t have much time to think about it before there was a cock being rubbed against my pussy and it was on again. At this point I have no idea who was where, who was in my hands, in my mouth or in my pussy I was so overwhelmed by the whole thing. I don’t know how long this went on for, each guy was able to last longer, nothing but cock everywhere and it seemed like I was fucked more times than there were guys there but I was just cock drunk at that point 🤪

Everyone is finally done. They’re getting me water, towels to clean up with. Talking so sweetly to me, it was so incredible. They all were asking what I needed or wanted, they all helped get me cleaned up and dressed. Sat and chatted. When I was ready, neighbour walked me home and made sure I got in ok. I cannot believe how empowering it actually was to have all of them so list driven for me! And I was a total slut and took all of it.

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why-raven · 9 days

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quiz: character arc — yiuno.

Redemption Arc.

Your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you’re not proud of, but you made the choice to change. I won’t go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever, because you know that already. What I think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. You don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. You will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. Today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference.

(take the quiz here)

Yiuno isn’t proud of his own past that is filled with unspeakable horrors. While most races have long desired the gifts of eternal youth and immortality, to this broken Viera they are nothing more than a curse—with the price to pay being his sanity, and hope for the future. Losing his twin sister, Yiuna, at the end of the Seventh Umbral Calamity was the final straw… if it wasn’t for Sora on the verge of her death, and he had only one way out of a mess he never asked for.

He managed to save the Xaela girl, countless times. In one such instance, he finally understood what death felt like and truly meant. Rather than wallowing in endless despair, he decided to take charge and responsibility over Sora. As they traveled across the realm together, their relationship began to entwine so intricately that Yiuno has come to realize that Sora is the soulmate he needs to ignite his hope in life.

When he looks at his own reflection in the mirror once more, he’s no longer the broken man he used to be. He can never be whole again; he can’t erase his past no matter how he tries to keep them buried deep within him, but at least he can say this with his head high:

“There is more to life than time itself. It is the time spent interacting with the world around us that makes us feel truly alive.”

Thank you for the tag, @archaiclumina and @starforger!

I recalled having done this quiz a long time ago. While I’m still cleaning up my blogs as I make my slow return to this site, I finally found the old post and I’m re-posting it here.

I’m not sure who to tag, since I’ve been out of touch with the community here due to my long hiatus… but anyone is free to give this a try if interested!

#rumores tenebris.#yiuno reine #ffxiv #ffxiv oc #quiz game #-- character arc

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sukirichi · 3 years

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overtime

You let your boyfriend release stress from working overtime.

REQUEST. med! student au / doctor! au + forbidden relationship + praising kink + dacryphilia

CONTENT/WARNINGS. praising kink, dacryphilia, face fucking, huge age gap (Nanami is like 20 years older), mentions of gloomy atmospheres expected of medical centres, gagging, mentions of previous lovemaking sessions

NOTES. ah thank you for this request anon, i’m really in love with the whole med student / doctor au ingredient cuz well...it’s sorta self-indulgent. i hope you liked this as much as i did!

The familiar stingy aroma of disinfectant looms at every corner of the wall, pressing down beneath your scrubs and deep into your scrubs. You find it ironic that the walls are always so white, barely any colour to surround the entire building. Growing up, you believe that white represents tranquillity, silence, and serenity – which is the exact opposite of what university hospitals really are.

You’re no stranger to the pained moans echoing at the ends of the hall, the sight of children with sunken cheeks playing with a cannula almost too painful to look at.

The clock above the front desks reads that it’s a little past four in the morning, and you’re beyond weary. You’ve grown used to just being high off caffeine and being satisfied with quick ten minute naps before you’re summoned again. People always ask you, why choose this profession? You could make as much money without having to be this tired, to which you always respond with a frown, claiming that it’s never about the money and actual working professionals are a lot more exhausted than you are, yet not once have they complained.

They do have their days though, and it just so happens that it’s one of your superior’s days as he tugs at your wrist, dragging you inside the nearest empty room before soft lips dive down to capture yours.

You don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.

You’ve fooled around long enough with your superior to know it’s his scent washing over yours, that all too familiar tent growing in his pants pressing between your legs and bumping your core as a silent promise of what’s to come next. A stuttered, breathy moan immediately greets his ears when he pins your arms overhead, his lips falling into the sweet column of your neck.

It’s clear that this is wrong – both of you know this – but the pleasure and need to relieve stress in such an overwhelming environment clouds both your consciousness that neither parties pull away.

Your relationship with him started off with just curiosity.

Doctor Nanami is a well accomplished man, earning beyond money and titles in his twenty years of service in the field. He knows he looks good, knows he’s irresistible every time he comes in front of the class, looking equally dashing in either a nude suit or in white coats. Someone of his age and experience definitely is no fool to the way his bright eyed student’s gaze lingers over his lips as she stays behind in class to ask about something she doesn’t get far longer than should be necessary.

He’s an expert at the human body more than anything else – Nanami knows lust when he sees one.

And he’s always been such a kind, concerned doctor who only wants everyone to feel better that how could he say no to you, especially when you’re only so eager to suck him off under the table, getting off to the fact your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick and veiny cock?

What once starts off as a mutual agreement to use each other for pleasure while still keeping the faux professionalism to not lose face, something shifts during the stolen kisses during break times and heated touches as promises of I’ll see you later after overtimes. Private tutoring sessions turns into moments of reminiscing childhoods, hands splayed all over his chest while he tucks you in his arms, mumbling something about always have wanting to be his own version of a hero.

Things move faster than both of you realize, the titles dropped and replaced with sweethearts and good morning sir topped with a sweet, intimate smile that only he could ever know the meaning of.

It’s simple, longing, and definitely unprofessional, even more so when Nanami pushes you down on the floor, eager hands unbuckling his belt to spring his cock free. Your mouth salivates at the red pulsing tip already leaking with pre-cum, your tiny hands on its way to wrap itself around his base when Nanami takes matters into his own hands and slips his cock through your lips in one thrust.

Your back hits the wall and your eyes spring with tears, gurgled sounds of Nanami fucking down your throat lewd and dirty in the empty room. He sighs, chest panting and hands cradling your head. “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he praises, bucking his hips further inside. “Don’t know what I’d do without you here, always so ready to make me feel good.”

The moan you let out vibrates around his cock, fuelling his desire intensely.

Nanami has always been gentle with you; as a man who values time over anything else, he likes to savour each second he has with you, slow, rough hands running up and down the curve of your spine before he flicks his tongue deep within your pussy, wanting to make you cum countless times before he makes love to you. Had you both been home, he’d cradle your face and stare deep into your eyes as he fucks you, sweat tinged from the slight burrow of his brows as he commands, “Look at me. Look at me when I’m fucking you, angel.”

And you being you, you’ll remain submissive to the pleasure he’s more than glad to give you, leg wrapping around his waist all to feel the way he’s hitting deep inside your sopping cunt.

He’s impatient this time around, and you can’t blame him. You’ve barely seen each other from hours of working overtime, with you staying up late to study for finals and him barely leaving the operating rooms. You gladly let him use you like this just as he’s allowed you to cum multiple times before despite his clear order to hold back, but Nanami is a soft man at heart, unable to resist his precious lover when you’re trembling around him like that.

Nanami places a palm at the back of your head to prevent you getting fucked into the wall, his pace not slowing down a bit. He gazes at you under his lashes, cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling from the edges of your lips.

He finds you utterly filthy, a complete contrast to the well-put med-student who’s always admired and looked up to by their peers. Nanami groans as his tip hits the back of your throat, your nose pressing down on the neatly trimmed blond hairs brushed on his base. You gag around him, the tears crystallizing your cheeks. Filthy, yet still so pretty his little angel is, and for a moment, Nanami pauses, captivated by your beauty.

His cock is still pulsing inside your mouth, a thumb running across your tears to wipe them away. Nanami grabs your chin to tilt your head up, and he swears he could cum right then and there. You’re kneeling on the bleached floors, eyes wide with a tinge of innocence, tears collected in your lashes and cheeks sucked to take him in deep.

“Always so pretty for me, angel,” he coos, sliding his drenched cock out your mouth gruesomely slow, stopping only with the tip in. “Is my cock making you cry? You’ve taken me before, angel, this isn’t difficult for you now, is it?”

You hum around his cock as a response, and Nanami bucks into your mouth by accident, causing his length to slip past your walls until he’s right at your throat.

He’s big and long, his dick always having been a blessing to the both of you, but at this time, it feels more like a curse. Drips of cum paints the back of your mouth but you only grip your thigh harder, ignoring the painful throbbing of your cunt that’s so needy for him already. You remind yourself not to be selfish and focus on him instead, to your precious superior who needs you to help get his mind off things.

Eager to be of service as always, you swipe your tongue all over the ridges of his cock, making sure to press the wet muscle harder on the prominent veins. Nanami throws his head back to moan, his nails gently scraping your scalp with each thrust.

It’s hard to tell who’s setting the pace, but it becomes clear as you kneel there motionlessly, squeezing his ass instead while he relentlessly fucks your mouth. His groans are growing louder, breaths falling out of rhythm with each passing seconds. Your eyes are shut tight as you let him abuse your throat, hitting deep inside you with each precise thrust in addition to his balls slapping your chin.

Your face is sopping wet, both from drool, tears, and his cum. You stay there like a good girl, doing your best to breathe through your nose as he throbs inside you. Nanami’s words are garbled and incomprehensible, enticed to only snap his harder when he sees your tears streaming down your face and wetting your scrubs.

His length slips past inside your mouth into an impossibly deeper angle as he tugs your hair up, his knees bent just to continuously pummel against your tonsils as if it was his own winning goal. Your cries increase in volume at the way he’s losing himself in you, forgetting to watch the back of your head before he thrusts all the way, keeping you flat and frozen gagging on his cock, nose nudged against his hairs.

Nanami’s groan is accompanied by the twitching of his cock, and he cums, thick spurts of white shooting down your throat. You try to pull yourself away from him after that, thinking that he’s satisfied, but he only grips your hair harder as a warning.

Still struggling to breathe, you swallow around his thick saliva-drenched length, the mere motion of you gulping making your walls close down on him.

Nanami grunts at the oversensitivity and he pulls out, his dick growing boneless and soft.

He’s utterly spent, your drool and his cum dripping down to the floors in audible plaps. Nanami sighs as he takes sanitary wipes from the unused desk to wipe his dick clean, while you stay on the ground, palms flat beneath you as you pant for air.

You can tell you’ll have a sore throat by tomorrow because you utterly fucked, voice growing hoarse with each failed cough. Falling back onto the wall, you close your eyes, only to snap them open again when you feel something wet and warm rubbing your skin.

Nanami is in front of you, his touch gentle and eyes soft as he cleans your face, thumb absentmindedly cradling your bottom lip.

You don’t fight back the smile that matches his. Even after everything, Nanami is still your boyfriend, someone who isn’t just a good fuck to you anymore. This is only one of the reasons you’ve fallen so madly in love with him; his effortless ability to take care of others truly meritorious of him.

He dunks them into nearest bin and kisses you flat on the lips, his large hand cupping your cheeks. You sigh into the slow kiss, enjoying what little – and fleeting – time you have with him.

Nanami pulls away with a popping sound, a lovesick smile on his usually stoic expression. It makes you feel giddy and even a little shy, forgetting the fact he just fucked your skull seconds ago, but it’s rare that he lets his guard down anywhere that isn’t the comfort and safety of his home. You’re his home though, and he kisses you one last time, the gesture telling a thousand more words than he’s ever able to.

“Thank you,” he whispers, “I promise I’ll make it up to you when we’re both home.”

You don’t stop him once he finally leaves the room, his rushed footsteps to make it back to the operating room a signal for you to get back to work too. It’s already five am when you’ve made it back to your post, but instead of feeling tired, you’re a lot more energized compared to when you first got here.

Perhaps working overtime isn’t so bad after all, not when there’s always a promise you and Nanami are never leaving the bed for the free weekend.

You’ll just have to be patient.

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modx-reborn · 3 years

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The first prefromance

Something I spoke of in a discord I'm in.

So here have Simpbur and CamGirl/Camboy reader doing a show with them after working his way into their close circle.

(Yes this plays off of the two cam asks I have gotten recently)

Also please know that real cam girls/boys aren't actually going to do this, this is purely fictional in its makeup.

SMUT UNDERCUT! MINOR DNI!

"That's it j-just like that, all the way like you should be taking me. S-shouldn't be here fucking my hand w-when I could be fucking you, such a pretty thing so good for me, but such a slut t-to let others watch you like this..."

That was the last thing he had said to you on your last private call, since then he had wormed his way further and further into your shows and even into a bit of your personal life, or well your on-screen personal life, as he had the phone number you kept aside for work, from your days as a more in-person performer.

And boy did he ever make use of the number, sending you little messages and photos whenever the thought struck him, peppering you in small doses of affection and savouring the way you called him sometimes when you skipped a stream, offering him to listen to you get off instead letting him hear when you spoke about the toy he had sent you. Sometimes even getting him to call and ask for you to listen to him, getting you to mutter things to him and work him that little bit closer to his end.

But now what you're calling for may just break your dear simp, having had all the fun you could with the silicon imitation he had made for you, that now your mind was thinking about how he would feel rather than the toy. 'S-shouldn't be here fucking my hand w-when I could be fucking you' his own words playing on repeat in your head after you close down your last stream, sending little thank yous to the top donators before moving to the call ping that was coming through.

It was him. Perfect.

"Ahh, there he is, my pretty top boy Simpbur!"

"That was quite the s-show, but what did you mean by you're w-working on something big with someone else?"

"Well, that's good that you asked my dear. You are always so good for me, sending those little messages and all those donations, I was thinking you may want to help me with the next stream..."

"Y-you want me to-"

"Mmhmm, didn't you say yourself that it should be you fucking me, or was it that you should be here in me rather than fucking your hand?"

It's easy to finish your sentence with a tilt of your head, tapping one of your fingers against your bottom lip as if you were actually trying to remember when truly you were just teasing the curly-haired boy staring at you wide-eyed through your screen.

"I. Yes. I-I mean I would love to if you want me to..."

With his agreement the rest of the call was spent hashing out the rough details and leaving him open to suggest what he wanted to do for the show, leaving him with a wink and a reminder to 'Keep it simple' before you logged out and started to pack up and clean down the space you had been working in.

There would be a few weeks between your last show and the next one, having all the platforms you used teasing the next stream with images of the silicone toy being front and centre in all the images, a tease for all your viewers but a reminder for your dear simpbur that he would be more real in your world in a few days. Even when he made up his mind on what he wanted it was still so very hard for him to not scroll back through the recorded calls and streams, take himself in hand and work through the building need.

But he managed to keep his hands off, having worked himself up even before the actual day of the stream.

When you call him, he picks up on the first ring as always chipper and shaky in the same breath as he says your stage name.

"There's my good boy! You ready for tomorrow? Your first time in the red light after all, just want to make sure you're still down and want to do this."

"I-I am. I'm good and... and ready for tomorrow."

With a laugh and a quick goodbye, you hang up, heading off to the regular place you booked for longer shows needing to set up lights and the cams now, otherwise you would likely not have time when your co-star finally made his way to you. And how right you were, the moment the time for the stream rolled around he was there at your door, hands fiddling with the bottom of his button-up, mask and beanie on as if you hadn't seen his face a million times before.

Welcoming him in is easy, but getting him to calm down just enough to have him read back what the two of you had planned took slightly longer. You had him keep his mask and beanie on, using them as a way to keep him from having his real-world life ruined from doing this one little show with you, the suggestion also seems to put some of his nerves to rest.

When the cameras do start rolling, the stream on a start-up timer for switching on to a live stage, your chat on a large screen hanging over your laptop that was actually hosting the show, messages flying past as people are lured in at the promise of a different kind of show and the tagline mentioning a guest star. When the cam starts showing the room you're seated on Simpburs lap, thighs spread wide over his with his hands holding you close while you do your intro, his masked face pressed into your shoulder as he mutters something under his breath.

Your form rocking back into him once you're were done, slipping a hand under his beanie and tangling in his curls, making him groan just loud enough that one of the many mics would be able to hear him, laughing and cooing at him as you reach down with your free hand to wrap around his cock, slowly running your fingers across the heated flesh.

"You'll be good for me won't you? So pretty and brave being here on cam with me, getting a treat that so many would die for..."

His voice falters when you shift your grip, tugging on his hair just as you start to actually move your hand to jerk him off, slipping your hand out of his hair you reach for a little remote, making the camera zoom in as you close your thighs around him, burying his cock between your thighs. Cooing at him once again as his hands are braced on your hips, using this to bounce you on him, head tilted back and panting as he fucks your thighs.

The exposed skin of his neck calling for you to leave a few marks across, a little gift for him to remember this day by, or well more than the stream recording of course, pink and purple marks blooming across his neck as he changes the pace moving you more and more until you can feel him throbbing between your thighs.

"Oh, sweet thing you're cumming already? Are my thighs that good? Can't even hold on for the main performance, or are you that eager for more that you would cum now and still keep going? Hmm, what is it, pretty boy?"

The only answer you receive is a deep groan and the warm feeling of his cum seeping from between your thighs, spreading your legs to show off the mess to your cam, letting everyone who was watching see the mess that he had made. Reading your chat gave you a wonderful idea, they wanted more and you wanted to see just how far you could push your dear simp till he broke and lived up to his wants to actually fuck you.

Flicking across the remote once again the camera angle changes, showing a side view of the bed perfect for what you were planning to do, the angle giving your audience the best show as you move off his lap and kneel on the floor. Holding his cock with one hand as you lean forward to lick a stripe up his shaft, cleaning his mess off with your mouth, taking him fully once most of him was clean looking up at him through your lashes once you have taken him into your throat.

Watching how his eyes go wide, hands shaking when they reach for your head, his eyes flicking up to the chat screen reading over some of the words telling him to fuck your face, to make you cry and drool all over him, and other wanting to be where he was, whining over text that they should have been the one there with you. The majority calling for him to do something, building a need to move in him, slowly he is moving his hips, still sensitive after having cum not moments before but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him was spurring him on.

Before long his hips are moving properly, holding your head steady as he fucks your mouth watching how you look up at him every time he pushes into your throat, tears building and falling with how harsh some of his thrusts are, but the image just makes him groan. Throwing his head back once again as he works himself back up, trying to hold out and enjoy this feeling for a little while longer, only you had other plans pulling away panting as you take in the way he looks.

Flicking your hands cross the remote once again to switch cameras for the final time settling on one that would let your audience watch how good your dear simp was for you, let them watch how full he makes you feel and how pretty he looks when he cums, when he finally gets what he wanted.

"You ready pretty boy, ready to finally get what you want? What you told me about on all your calls? Take you all the way like I should be taking you?"

"P-please, fuck just please le-let me fuck you..."

In his rush to reach for you, his beanie had come off, brown curls falling out in a mess that you tried to cover again only to have your hands smacked away in favour of him pulling you up onto the bed with him. Throwing your thighs over his own reaching for the bottle of lube you had left waiting to be used, coating his fingers before pressing them into you working you open with one hand as the other is pressed to your shoulder keeping you from moving away from his probing fingers.

"G-God look at you, do-don't even need to work my way up to two fingers, already so r-ready for them... Ready for me."

To quick are his fingers gone replaced by the head of his cock, easing his way in as he moans, hands grabbing your hips to steady himself as he finally gets to feel what it's like to be buried in you just like his toy replica had been so many times before. There is little time between him being fully hilted in you and him starting to move, his hands moving from your hips to under your thighs ignoring the sticky cum still staining them, pushing them back and using the new angle to fuck into you as hard as he liked.

Wanting to have you drooling into the mattress and calling his name, making you remember him and him alone so that if you ever did another show like this, it would be his number you called. That if he did this good enough, fucked you good enough that it wouldn't be on camera the next time he got to fuck you, it would be at your home in your bed, him calling your real name not this stage name you work under.

He comes back from his thoughts when your voice cuts through them, high pitched and whining for him to let you cum, for him to keep going to let you have what you had given him earlier, to feel him cum in you this time.

"F-fuck you w-want me to cum in you? P-paint your inside with me..."

The chat if either of you could see it was still it was running a mile a minute, calling for him to do it, to cum and let them see how it will drip out of you. Others call for him to deny you, keep you begging for your release while he took his own, but neither of you could see those words and so your ends draw near.

"T-that's it, god feels so. So good around me, j-just like I thought you would..."

The rough pace he set becomes almost brutal when he cums, there will be bruises in the shape of his hands come the next few days but that thought paired with the sight of your dear simp losing himself in you was what tipped you over.

The end of the stream was much like the beginning, albeit with a mess of brown curls keeping the camera from seeing how the mask had been pulled down and soft kisses were being placed along your shoulders, the moment you had given the final thanks and turned off all the gear the hands that were wrapped around your waist were pulling you back onto the bed, keeping you as close as possible.

After all the pressure of performing for people falls away, it's easy to give comfort to the man curled around you, wanting him to be comfortable with what you had just done. Once again tangling your hands in his hair only this time to give comfort rather than tease, cooing soft praise until the grip around you eases slightly.

"You did so well, such a good boy for me..."

#c: simpbur #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #k: praise #k: exhibitionism #k: teasing #k: face fucking #k: overstim #k: thigh fucking #cw: sex work #mxad

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING! aaa sO I don't know if you still accept prompts but if you do could you do one with MC being fascinated by the brothers' demon forms and seeing the brothers react to them carefully inspecting their horns/wings/tails??

AHHHHH I love that you love it! And of course! :) Horns are my weak spot lmao. Hope you like!

Lucifer

Hmph. Isn’t ecstatic about you wanting to nose around in his business at first. No matter how touched starved he is, just the thought of your tiny human fingers exploring him…Well on the other hand-

At first, he thought you had some weird fetish for his demonic form. Wouldn’t be the first time a human had. But slowly he realizes you are genuinely just enamored with him. It strokes his ego sky high.

He loves it when you stroke and pet his horns. The bases of which are super sensitive. The amount of time you have spent just looking at the gold-tipped bone, he is certain you probably have memorized the number of chips and notches in them.

You start bringing ornaments and tassels for his horns. Things you made or found pretty when out shopping. He doesn’t wear them in public but likes it when you put them on him in private.

It takes him longer to let you get your hands on his wings though. Looking at the mess of his back isn’t pleasant for him.

He has a dust bath. He loves dusting, and when you help him. Ugh-it’s like his own little paradise.

He teaches you how to preen and find broken feathers to pluck. Your cooing over his soft feathers just makes him fluff up more.

He shows off his horns and wings just a touch more in public now.

Mammon

Hells yeah you can see his demon form. Why wouldn’t you want to? He is absolutely delighted to have you lovin’ all over him. He’s big on scenting.

He is especially proud of his wings, in all his forms. Leathery or feathery, they are his favorite part of his body. They are strong, reliable, and fast if he needs to protect you.

He makes sure you are extra careful about his horns though. The spirling columns of bone aren’t smooth like Lucifer’s and have a wicked sharp point on the tips. His horns grow a lot faster than his brothers. A lot of his horn upkeep is him shaving them down and oiling them.

You take delight in doing that for him. The keratin of his horns flakes quickly so you like to help with that too.

He doesn’t have much feeling around his horn area so you won’t get too many reactions from him. Now his wings~

He gets a kick out of watching you open and close his wings. You are mesmerized by his leather wings stretching to their full wingspan.

His wings look fragile upon closer inspection. You can feel the beats of his hearts through the thin membrane stretched over black bones. It almost makes you forget that you’ve seen him bludgeon demons to death with them before.

You’re so enamored with his wings you miss how flustered he gets when you trace your fingers around the base of his wings. Right where the limbs attach to his back. It’s a very tender spot that hurts most times when he touches it, but maybe because it’s you it feels really good.

Leviathan

He is apprehensive to have you inspect him at first.

Doesn’t have wings and is kinda jelly. But he has a bitchin’ tail, and you remind him often of it.

His tail is strong. A lot stronger than you originally thought. You can feel the slide and pull of thick muscle underneath his leathery skin when he swifts around.

It took you a while to get him to understand you are 1000% ok with his tail and horns being out, in public or private.

He notices that you can't keep your eyes and hands off his tail. While he never does it in front of his brothers he loves to pick you up with it. Your giggles and gasps of awe, while you dangle above him in his secure grasp, brings a huge smile to his face.

He has the most strenuous care routine out of all the brothers. His tail sheds a lot and dries out easily. It is usually a very intimate affair. Lucky for you, he likes you.

He shows you how to use his dry brush to sluff off the dead skin from his tail and scaly parts of his back. It's therapeutic to him. He talks about his newest hyper fixation while you brush and pet his tail.

His horns are a bit more persnickety. They are made up of a delicate ecosystem of coral and sea vegetation. It’s a beautiful vivid array of purple, pink, and blues. Henry and schools of smaller fish make little homes in it when Levi is in his tank.

It has to be kept moist and landscaped or it gets overgrown. He has a knack for aquatic horticulture and gives you a chance to learn too.

It naturally changes size and color based on the Devildom seasons. Your favorite displays are during the warmer seasons.

You buy little tank ornaments to decorate his horns to post on devilgram from time to time. It gets so many likes he gets so excited.

He wears your work proudly, even if it’s not up to his usual standard. His water monster brethren are jealous of the attention, and that’s what matters most.

Satan

If you bring up your interest in a scientific or educational manner, he is more willing to share. He has had far too many run-ins with witches and humans vying for him to be comfortable flaunting his demon form.

As the only born devil out of the group you have to be extra careful with his horns and tail. The bony structure of them is like fine sandpaper. Rough, course and far too abrasive for your tinder human skin.

You have to wear gloves when handling his horns and tail. He apologizes a lot about it. It angers him that he is the one brother that has to be so careful around you.

You really don’t mind though. Even through the thick leather gloves you feel the pulsing heat of his magic. You like the tingling feeling of his magic through your gloves, it’s like licking a battery.

He doesn’t need maintenance on his horns and tail as much as the others. But his horns do fall off like deer antlers.

He gets really irritated when it’s shedding season. The itching and throbbing of his horns when they are ready to fall off is maddening.

You always know when it is horn season due to the deep gouges in the stone walls around the house. You help him though this by scratching around the bases of his horns. It feels so good to have it scratched, and it’s 10x better when it’s not him.

Normally he would just dispose of his horns when they fall off or use them for alchemical purposes. Now, he gives some of them to you. You collect them and have turned a few sets into some lovely pieces of art in his opinion.

Asmodeus

Very much like Mammon- who wouldn’t love his horns and wings? He loves them, so obviously everybody should.

Absolutely eats up your praise and curious touches. He shows you the best places to pet or stroke.

His wings are leathery like Mammons but 1000x more sensitive all-round. He can sense air currents with them, so sneaking up on him to touch a wing is out of the question. As much as you would like to.

Loves see you try though. Will fake being surprised when you come at him from behind to lovingly touch a wing.

He shows you the best places to touch and examine his wings and horns. His smaller set of wings have this one spot underneath their pit that is super ticklish. When you find it, exploit it. He has the best laugh.

He admits to you that he dyes his horns. What can he say? Pink is the best color and his horns just look that much more fabulous in it.

You can convince him to try different colors, but only if you help him dye them. Starts matching colors and outfits with you and his horn color of the month.

His cleaning and maintenance routine he likes to do himself. Sorry! Nothing against you, but he is too meticulous to ask for help. But please stay and watch!

He shows off a lot more when cleaning and moisturizing his horns and wings. Stretching them out, or making sure his horns are shiny enough to catch the light of his room.

Absolutely soaks up for enamored gasps and wide eyes stares.

Beelzebub

Just shrugs when you ask to see his wings and horns.

Of course, he doesn't mind you touching them. He just finds it odd. Kinda forgot that it's not a normal occurrence in the human realm.

He has no issues with you touching or rubbing on his horns. He doesn't have any feeling in them anyway.

But, unfortunately, you can only look at his wings. The cuticle is very fragile so he can't just flare his wings out whenever he feels like the others.

You find the hard casing that protects his wings just as fascinating though. The iridescent sheen of it is mesmerizing. Your eyes can't pick up all the colors that it gleams, but it's still beautiful regardless.

You have a hard time getting any of the shell bits when they shed. Beel normally eats them and he is much faster than you.

But he will temper himself and save a few for you once he figures out why you are pouting.

His paper-thin shell casing resembles stained glass when you hold it up to the light. You have taken to making a large wind chime out of the shedding of the brother's horns and wings. His chitin is the perfect addition to give the slightly macabre piece some color.

He-and the other brothers find it kinda odd that you collect essentially garbage to them, but they chalk it up to a weird human quirk.

If it makes you happy-*shrugs*

Belphegor

Like his twin, doesn’t get the hype around it. But, if it means you’ll be spending more time with him then he won’t complain.

You pet his tail a lot when he is sleeping. His tail is soft and fluffy. It wraps around you while he slumbers, locking you in place by his side.

He wakes you up by tickling your nose with the tuft of his tail. He teases you when it makes you sneeze.

If you thought his bedhead was bad, wait till you see him struggling with the tangles at the tip of his tail.

You offer to help comb it out. Maybe even convince him to invest in a good bottle of conditioner. He takes you along to buy it and lets you choose the scent.

He has a penchant for cucumber and melon scents when it comes to his detergent and pillow sprays so you keep to that realm.

He cannot express how much he doesn’t care about upkeep so if you want to brush his tail and examine his horns go to town, means he doesn’t have to do it.

Belphie gets addicted quickly to you doting on his form. He sleeps harder and better after a session with you brushing his tail or rubbing at his horns.

You’ve learned just how to massage his scalp and where to scratch around his horns to help him fall asleep. He doesn't realize he does it himself as a self-soothing mechanism until you bring it up one night.

When you hit the sweet spots at the base of his tail or horns he can’t control the twitching and movements of his tail.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #Obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me requests

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remingtonisleithal · 3 years

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Caught in the Storm

pairing: female!reader x Remington Leith

summary: two besties, being friends, sharing a bed because of a storm, definitely not going to lead to anything more.

warnings: smut, mentions of loneliness, no use of protection (don't be silly, wrap your willy), thigh riding? If you squint sub!remington

author note: if you like this please reblog! also, editing fics in the same room as family is bloody hard. Thank you @bidet-and-legolas for reading it first :)

oh gosh, that smile. He told himself he'd never fall but the moment he spoke to you, it was too late. Remington had fallen for Y/N. Years later, no one knew, but he couldn't keep it to himself for much longer.

You'd just spent the last few hours on his make shift bed on the tour bus, watching movies together. After hours had pasted, he was laying on his back, you were lying on him, back against his chest, and he was wishing that he could just kiss your head, your mouth, all of you. If he was going to make a move, now would be the right time, the guys had gone out for drinks hours ago so you had the bus to yourselves. This way no one would witness the rejection. No, no, he can't think like that. He needs you in his life.

You rolled over to face him more and mumbled a little 'I'm so tired Remi.' You looked at the computer in front of you both and saw it was 11:30pm. The sound of rain thundered down on the bus, as a violent storm began. "Shit, that weather's sounding bad." You were worried to go out into the pouring night. Remington was thinking the same things and said, much more softly than he intended, "Stay?". He coughed a bit and you pushed away the thought that he cared about you more than just a friend. It's just an offer after all, he's not asking you to kiss him... no matter how much you wanted to.

It was then that you realised you were still staring into his beautiful eyes. You wriggled gently to get up, claiming that nature calls and then turning red and regretting saying it instantly. In the small bathroom you hid for a moment, and wondered what to do. Maybe another movie? But you were exhausted and needed to go to sleep. Maybe he wouldn't mind you going to sleep?

"hey Remi?" you asked

"what's up Y/N/N?"

"Do you mind if I have a nap or something? i didn't sleep last night an-"

"Sure, I mean you can stay over if you want. It doesn't look like this storm is leaving." He cut you off.

Moments later, you had stripped into your undies (because no way are you trying to sleep in skinny jeans. Nope) and put on a baggy top Remington handed you, and he had changed into some shorts. And you were squished into his bed, Remington against the wall, you against him, no mattress to spare. It was going to be a long, long night of false unrequited love.

By the 2 am mark, the guys were not back, thunder jolted you awake. A groan.

"I can't fucking sleep with this storm" He groaned, and you agreed.

A moment passed. Silence except the storm.

"So. How's life?" Remington asked with a playful smile and you giggled.

"To be honest? Pretty bad." For once you answered the question with truth. Remington tried to wiggle around onto his back, but it failed. You shuffled over so you were facing each other.

"What's wrong?" his eyes and voice portrayed equal concern

"Nothing is right. To quote a very handsome man, I'm so sick and tired of being alone." he let out a half laugh as you called him handsome. "There's this guy. I love him so much and he will never know. I can't tell him."

"Well that's just dumb. You should tell him, no matter what happens, you have to be honest with yourself." He mentally punched himself for his hypocrisy, but he couldn't think of any other advice. What would he say, 'that's rough buddy'?

"It's not that easy. It's all just so hard. You know my track record with guys and girls, I never pick the right ones, I always get hurt and not in the fun way."

"The fun way? Oh so you like that?" He teased you with a laugh, without realising just how he was teasing you.

"Fuck off Remi. I know you have no rights to judge. My point is no one ever loves me, or seems to know how."

"Are we talking physical or emotional?"

"Both."

Conversations were always easy between you, and you saw no point in ignoring topics like sex.

You had both been looking away from each other for fear that the other might read their eyes and see the love in their souls. You were the first to look back.

"I just wish someone would kiss me. At this point, I'll take anyone! I'm just so fucking lonely. I know he'd never love me back, and-"

"Then he's a coward. He's not worthy for your love or of you if you feel you can't tell him this." He got so mad with jealousy, but overall he just felt horrible, as he believed he'd never be worthy of you. "You're perfect, do you know that?" He mumbled. He lent in, eyes pulling you closer, until the thunder boomed and you jolted apart.

You rolled over, scared, and there wasn't anywhere for Remington to put his arms besides around you. Slowly, you shuffled back into his warm arms and breathed a sigh. He moved around to get comfortable. You moved a little more, moving your hips a bit. You felt something hard against your butt and you let out a silent sigh. Neither of you were comfortable, and it was clear why when you moved your hips again and Remington couldn't hold it in. He let out the sexiest moan you'd ever heard.

"... Ah, Remi?"

"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to I..." He rambled on, mortified and you moved your hips again. That made him shut up.

Turning around you looked into his eyes. They were pleading with you not to leave, not to freak. To just stay with him forever. Before he could stop himself, he lifted a hand to brush some hair away from your face, and, unable to form words, you let out a light whimper.

Neither of you could form coherent sentences, the conversation was held by your eyes. His, full of surprise, asking, 'do you like me?', biting your lip your eyes said yes. He smiled. Your hearts were beating so fast, but he moved slow towards you, gently placing an open mouthed kiss on your lips. A sea of emotions erupted in you as electricity flooded your body. He pulled away to look you in the eyes.

"Y/N, I have loved you since the moment I met you. I'm sorry I've been so scared to tell you, i can't handle the though of losing you."

"I- you- ah-" you couldn't form the words back, but you pulled him closer and kissed him with all the fire you felt in your heart. he responded with a groan and licked your lips, asking for entrance into your mouth.

You didn't hold back, and you explored each others mouths in a moment of excitement, bodies pressed against each other. You pulled away, needing oxygen, but he pulled you back, needing you more than air. Soon your were against each other, moaning, desperate for more.

"Remington?"

"Yes?"

"Take my shirt off?"

His response was immediate, tugging it off you, and claiming your mouth once again. Your hand wandered down his chest to his boxers. He released your mouth for a loud moan and you felt yourself instantly get wetter.

After muttering 'fuck' he kissed down your chest to your boobs, taking one nipple in his mouths and gently pinching the other, until your back was arched in pleasure. You nudged him back up, so you could reach down into his boxers.

He was painfully hard, and he was groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, as he had been hard for an hour trying to ignore your beauty.

"Please." he mumbled in your ear. Immediately, you moved your hand and put your leg in between his, starting to rub yourself onto his thigh as he did to yours. You were both a mess, sweaty and begging each other for more, more, more, until eventually you stopped humping him. You kissed down his chest but he stopped you.

"No. Please, I just need you now." So you both searched for a condom. You couldn't find one. He couldn't find one. You were dripping for him and he was painfully hard, you surrendered to your instincts.

You asked "are you good without?"

"I hope so."

You giggled a little but stopped when he took his undies off. He was perfect, enough to stretch you but not to hurt, and you felt your chest constrict without meaning to.

"How do you want me?" You asked

"However you want. I just need you." he said with a sigh

"Fuck" you moaned and climbed onto him.

You fell gently, both crying out in pleasure as you felt in all the way in you. You clenched and he moaned a high pitched moan that only turned you on more. Soon you were a mess, riding him, him thrusting into you in perfect timing, getting closer, closer, closer. Without saying a word he started to rub your clit gently. You screamed in pleasure and asked for him to go harder, faster. You cupped his balls and he groaned.

"I'm not gonna last much longer." he grunted into you, and you lay on top of him, boobs pressed to his chest, turning you on like nothing else. You ran a hand through his spiky, sweat-dampened hair and whispered:

"come into me, then"

You clenched and he was done, and seeing the face he made of pure ecstasy sent you over the edge, coming undone harder than ever before. Hands on your hips he helped you ride it out, and breathing heavy, you stayed like that for a long time.

"wow" was all Remington said and you laughed, rolling over. He climbed across you to find a wet wash cloth and clean you both up, taking time to kiss you softly and he cleaned you, only making you wet again.

"I love you Remington."

"I lov-" the doors to the bus suddenly opened, Sebastian screeched and shut it immediately, not wanting any more of a visual than he got. Neither of you realised the rain had stopped.

#remington leith #remington x reader #palaye royale #palaye royale smut #smut #remington kropp #fanfic #punching bag #palaye royale x reader #remington leith smut

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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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kiss it better

Summary: You had a shitty day at the store. Gojo is here to comfort you <3

Characters: Gojo x Reader

Word count: 1100

A/N: The past few weeks have been super rough - personal matters and on top of that, natural disasters + "I could lose my closest friends thanks to this" type of rough - so I wrote this pretty self-indulgently because I seriously need to be comforted lol. But that doesn't mean you can't imagine yourself in it!! The fanart is fem reader but I don't think I indicated any gender in the fic. Shoutout to the folks who work with customers, you guys are doing an amazing job! Thank you.

This entire fic was inspired by the art by the amazing @yuusagi-chii that I commissioned; check out her blog and leave a reblog on her artworks!! ♥ - posted with permission from the artist

There had been nothing to do. The whole time, Satoru was just lazing on the couch, legs stretched out on the entire thing, and waiting for you to come home as the television showed nothing but garbage.

As soon as they perceived the sound of your dangling keys in front of the door, Satoru’s ears perked up. He had been so bored all day, not knowing what to do on his free day; he was used to being busy all day, every day, around the clock. The lethargy got to the extent where he cleaned every nook and cranny in your shared home, did all the laundry for the week, reorganized the cupboard where his treasures were stored and even took a nap. Originally, he had planned to kidnap you to go on a date with him but unfortunately, your workplace said otherwise, wrecking his not-so-planned-out plan. Admittedly, it did piss him off a little but there was nothing to be done. Satoru just missed you incredibly much since he was usually gone for most days.

Your heavy footsteps that came from the entrance hall, the way your keys seemed to make louder noise than usual and the soft sigh he could hear all indicated that you had a shitty day so far. It really wasn’t rocket science for Satoru to notice little things about you. Probably entitled customers again, he thought. Satoru was well aware that working in a customer-oriented branch had to be unrewarding, draining even. Still, he wanted to tantalize you a bit, to lighten the mood and ease his boredom a little – he would do that on normal days.

However, ‘normal’ was quickly discarded when he saw your face: a hefty scowl and… were those teary eyes? His previous demeanor immediately dropped and a serious one took over. This was definitely not okay.

Satoru had noticed the last few weeks had been a little rough on you. On normal days, teasing you was his favorite thing to do and quite frankly, it was enjoyable to you as well as it lifted your mood after a stressful shift… but today must have been the tipping point and he knew better than to tease you in times like these. The last thing he wanted to be was the cause of your tears.

“Had a rough day?” Satoru asked as he met you in the hallway, wasting no time to slip his arms around your body. Crushing into his chest, you simply nodded without looking at him. You feared that if you did, tears would fall and you would no longer be in control of your emotions. The entire time you spent at work had been filled with some particularly grumpy customers you had to tend to. You had to deal with utterly disrespectful behavior towards you. Yet, you had to stay friendly and polite when, throughout the day, there had been several instances that made you want to quit your job right then and there.

Today had been terrible, so being in the amenity of your home felt uncommonly relieving. In addition to that, being in the comforting space of Satoru’s gentle hug washed off your exhaustion. It was fine to bask in the solace of his embrace for a moment, wasn’t it? Was it okay for you to give in a little and enjoy the moment for all its worth?

“Do you want to talk about it?” “Just the usual trouble but way worse for some reason,” you mumbled into his chest, just loud enough for him to hear. “Tell me about it, baby. It’s better if you get it off of your chest as soon as possible.”

You breathed out, the emotional dam you’ve built today finally breaking, “It’s just… people suck… They s-snap at me for the smallest things… and I know some of those incidents are just part of the job – I really get it a-and I try so hard to stay polite but… it’s just… very hard.”

Throughout your ramblings – how a customer had yelled at you for a minor mistake, how another one treated you like something lesser because of something that was not your mistake, how people would insist on being right and more – he listened intently to each and every word… All the while, Satoru had gently stroked your back with his palm to calm you down. “Say, Toru…there must be something wrong with me for them… to treat me like this, isn’t there?” you finally asked. “No, honey. You are perfectly fine,” he said, suppressing how pissed he actually was at the people who dared treating you badly. “Their attitude just sucks and they don’t deserve being served by someone beautiful like you. Maybe I should give them a piece of my mind some day…” “I just— I don’t even know. People are so mean… and for w-what? Is kindness in this world really that hard to find?” you lamented, choking back a sob as you buried your face deeper into him.

“Can I help you feel better in any way? Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?” Satoru asked sweetly but the frown on his face made his worry very evident. He didn’t like it at all whenever you came back emotionally drained like this. All Satoru wanted to do was to go and ‘teach them a well-deserved lesson’ but he knew well that it would be against your wishes, so he had no choice but to sit back and be there for you when you needed him the most.

“Let me pamper and spoil my angel for today, hm?” he whispered affectionately, pressing kisses to the top of your head. Finally, you raised your head to look at him. The teary stains on your cheeks and sad expression broke his heart and he swore you could hear it cracking in his ribcage. “I just want you to hold me right now, wanna feel you close to me and nothing more,” you admitted and slung your arms around him tightly.

Promptly taking the chance, Satoru placed a sweet and loving kiss on your forehead. The sensation of his lips on your skin eased a big part of your discomfort away, making you sigh in comfort for the first time in what felt like decades. The effect this man had on you was inexplicable; the way he had the power to make you feel better by simply being there was truly magical. It made your heart flutter in a thousand ways and more.

“Then I’ll have no choice but to kiss it better.”

Taglist (open): @satosuguslut @assbuttbaek @melonnbar @delammi @silversatoru @princesatoru

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru

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angelicyoongie · 3 years

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Out of the Woods (II)

— pairing: wolf hybrid namjoon x human f!reader — genre: fluff, angst, slight smut — word count: 5.5K — warnings: injury, blood, mentions of past abuse — summary: Promising Jihyo that you were going to stay away from your writing for one weekend had been easy in theory, but much harder to actually do once you reached the little cabin the woods. To make matters worse, the only thing that rivals your inability to keep promises is your terrible luck – and after a particularly bad choice leads you to get lost in the mountains, you suppose that it's only karma that you end up face to face with a wolf that looks ready to rip your throat out.

Part I / II / III

You stare at the hand wrapped tightly around yours as the wolf hybrid leads you down the rest of the slope. You can still feel the imprint of his chest against your back, the lingering heat from his body still wrapped around yours. The ghost of his raspy, smooth voice brushing over your ear, his words branded into your chest.

Please don’t leave me.

You wince with each step, the dull pain in your ankle growing harder to ignore. You can see the muscles in his golden arms tense as your step falters, the wolf hybrid’s grip tightening before you can stumble down the last stretch of the incline. He’s keeping your hand almost at height with his shoulders, making it easier for you to borrow some support as you hobble forward.

You keep yourself focused on his hand, on how his long and slender fingers are enveloping yours. They’re a little rough against your skin, but they’re still pretty. Your cheeks are flushed red as you limp forward, but you blame that on the near death experience you just had – and certainly not on the hybrid’s thumb absentmindedly running over your knuckles every few steps. And it’s definitely not because the man in front of you is completely naked. The close proximity means that the expanse of the hybrid’s broad back fills most of your vision, but you’re not willing to take any chances. His body isn’t there for you to ogle at. So, his hand is a good, safe, place for you eyes to latch on to. The hybrid clearly doesn’t have any qualms about his lack of clothes, and it makes you wonder just how long he’s been out here on his own – how long he’s been alone.

You swallow thickly as the ground underneath your feet begins to flatten out, the strain on your ankle becoming a little less painful. You can probably walk on your own now, but it doesn’t seem like the wolf hybrid has any plans of letting you do that, his fingers wrapping even more firmly around yours as you try to let go of his hand. You see a few faint marks on the inside of his wrist, but the angle his hold your hand makes it too difficult to make anything out. If anything, it’s likely just some scratches from the wilderness. You can’t help but notice that one of his gray ears seem to be permanently turned in your direction, only twitching when you let out little huffs of air.

He hasn’t spoken since he uttered those four words – not since he begged you to stay, and the only thing you could think to do was shakily step out of his embrace and ask him to bring you back down. You can’t stay. You're not quite sure why the realization makes you feel so torn. Sure, the hybrid has taken care of you, but you don’t really know him. Hell, you don’t even know his name. But still, your heart stutters painfully as you remember the desperation in his voice, the subdued whine that escaped his lips as you pulled away. The hybrid had only given you a curt nod in response to your request, his back turned to you and hand outstretched before you could even get a good look on his face.

You sneak a quick peek at his profile as he helps you along the path, your breath getting caught in your throat as you catch a glimpse of his strong jaw and oh no, is that a dimple? The wolf hybrid’s silver ears and messy hair compliments his sunkissed skin beautifully, and there is no doubt in your mind that this man must be stunning. Maybe it’s a good thing you haven’t gotten a good look at his face yet, getting weak in the knees sounds like bad plan when you’re already one foot down. You quickly push the thoughts away, turning your attention back to the forest in front of you. You swear something about it looks a little more familiar than before. You only need to hobble through the forest for another few minutes before you realize why.

The wolf hybrid has lead you straight to the lake you and Jihyo passed two days ago, the exact one you were trying to find when you managed to get lost. The weather might be slightly gloomier today, but it still looks absolutely breathtaking as you draw closer. The tension in your shoulders ease up as you realize just how close you are to the cabin, it probably won’t take much longer than an hour to get back even with your throbbing foot. Which is great, but the release of tension also makes you acutely aware of just how irritated your ankle truly is, and it feels like it might break clean off if you don’t get a break soon.

“Can we, uh, rest for a little while? My foot ..” You trail off uncertainly, watching as the hybrid’s head cocks in your direction. He stops in his tracks, ears swivelling around rapidly as he listens to the forest, his grip still tight around yours. He gives you another nod after a few seconds of silence, steering you carefully over to a fallen log. You close your eyes in relief as you sit down, a groan falling from your lips as you finally get the chance to alleviate the pressure on your ankle.

“Thank you,” You murmur, glancing down at your foot as you try to best position to rest it in. You freeze as you see the wolf hybrid’s bare feet out of the corner of your eye, heat creeping up your neck as you realize the position you’ve put yourself in. You’re at eye-level with his dick. There’s no way to look up at him without seeing it, and that’s not something you want to deal with right now.

“Here," You hastily shrug off your windbreaker, offering it out for the hybrid with a grimace, “you can use it to cover up.” Rough fingers brush over your own as the wolf hybrid grabs your jacket, presumably–hopefully–wrapping it around his waist as you keep your eyes firmly on the ground. You don’t dare lift your gaze until the hybrid sinks down on the log next to you with a huff, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest as you find his eyes already locked onto your face.

The wolf hybrid is beautiful. Your lips part open in surprise as you take in his face, the slight pout to his lips and the gentleness in his expression leaving you a little breathless. He looks kind. Sweet. You don’t understand how someone like him could be left out here all alone.

“I-I'm sorry,” The wolf hybrid cowers under your stunned gaze, his ears falling flat against his head. “Should I stay .. wolf? You upset,” His voice is hoarse and pained as he stutters out his words, his lips forming awkwardly around the syllables. The intention behind his words hits you like a slap to the face. He thinks you don’t like his human form, and he’s willing to turn back to not make you upset.

“No!” You blurt, “I mean, I’m uh, not upset. If you want to, please stay in your human form. It’s nice to be able to talk to you.” The wolf hybrid doesn’t quite seem to believe you, his ears pressing even flatter against his head as he shakes his head.

“What’s your name?”

The hybrid's mouth is pressed into a thin line, and for a second you think he might not answer, but then he mutters out a soft, “Namjoon.”

“Namjoon?” You echo, finding you like the way his name rolls off your tongue. The wolf hybrid’s ears perk up at the sound of his name, the bushy tail behind his back doing a startled wag as Namjoon’s eyes find yours. You give him a soft smile, rubbing your hands nervously at your thighs as you finally ask the question that has been burning away at your curiosity for the past few hours.

“Why are you out here all alone?” The muscles in Namjoon's shoulders tense at your question, the warmth in his golden brown eyes hardening into something you can’t quite decipher. The wolf hybrid looks ready to bolt any second, his eyes flickering around the forest as he says, “Ran way .. bad place. No going back.”

You detest that you’re not even surprised, that the mistreatment of hybrids is so common that it has become almost more normal than treating them like actual human beings. The wolf hybrid looks to be your age, maybe even a little older, and it makes your stomach drop to think about just how many years he must’ve spent out here in his animal form for speech to become this hard – for it to become a struggle.

“I’m so sorry Namjoon, it must’ve been hard being all alone up here,” Your fingers twitch against your thigh, resisting the urge to reach out for him.

“Not alone now, have you,” Namjoon’s raspy voice sends a shiver down your spine, the certainty laced with his next word making your heart skip a beat. “Pack.” The wolf hybrid carefully reaches out for your hand, slowly wrapping his fingers around yours as he watches your mind trying to process his words.

You know it normally takes a long time for a hybrid to consider someone, especially humans, to be a part of their pack, so the fact that Namjoon refers to you as his after only a few days leaves you stunned – and a little bit out of your depth. Then again, Namjoon’s situation isn’t exactly normal. Usually hybrids are much more in-tune with both their human and animal side, but from what you can gather, it doesn’t seem like Namjoon has tapped into his humanity in years. It would make sense for his animal instincts to be more dominant, for doubt and hesitation to take a backseat. But still, his pack?

You catch the slight motion as the wolf hybrid’s eyes stray to your neck, the memory hitting you at full force now that you realize the implications behind your actions. In the midst of your panic when you thought Namjoon was going to tear you limb from limb, you had bared you neck. You had submitted. And Namjoon had accepted you. You wince, sucking in a deep breath as unease swirls in your stomach. Even if you weren’t aware of what you were doing at the time, this is still your fault. You really want to fix this whole mess, but you fear that the one thing you can’t do for him, is the only thing the hybrid wants.

“Namjoon,” You hesitate as you feel his tail wag happily against the log, the words feeling heavy on your tongue as you say, “I can’t stay.” A lull falls over the forest as the rhythmic thumping stops, the grip around your hand slackening as the wolf hybrid hangs his head.

He keeps his eyes on the ground as he whispers out a broken, “Don’t go.” You feel your heart ache as you watch him open and close his mouth, the furrow between his brows deepening as he can’t seem to find the words he needs. “Take care of you. Please.” You think it might hurt less if you just let the wolf hybrid rip you to shreds instead, the pained desperation in his voice making you eyes sting.

“I’m sorry,” You mutter, “I need to go home.” The word leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Home. At the start of your trip you couldn’t wait to return to your apartment, but when you really think about it, have you ever truly considered it home? Sure, you've managed to make it nice and cozy over the last years, but there’s no warmth there, no sense of belonging. Still – you can’t stay here in the mountains.

Namjoon’s ears are pressed flat against his head, his expression turning blank as he withdraws his hand. “Okay,” The wolf hybrid’s jaw is tense as he stares out at the lake, his gaze empty and distant. You ignore the throbbing in your foot as you clamber back up to your feet, taking a few steps forward as you take in the sight of the lake for the last time. The scattered wildflowers don’t seem as charming anymore, and the large body of water suddenly feels more imposing than welcoming. You freeze as Namjoon lets out a low groan, the sound suddenly transforming into a whimper behind your back. You nearly jolt out of your skin as something wet touches your hand, a warm breath spilling across your fingers as you look down. You meet Namjoon’s golden eyes, the wolf letting out a small huff before he nudges your windbreaker closer to your feet. You don’t know why it feels like a defeat that he transformed back, but you can’t shake the hollow feeling in your chest as you thread your fingers into his fur, jacket wrapped around your waist as he leads you back to the cabin.

The wolf’s ears starts to flicker a few minutes before you can pick up Jihyo’s frantic speech in the distance, the dark roof of the cabin coming into view. You’re a little off the trail, the forest much denser around this side of the clearing. Namjoon suddenly halts as he reaches the edge, and you wince from the extra force on your foot as you stumble to catch yourself. The wolf’s tail is tucked between his legs, a pitiful whimper filling the silence as you gently untangle your hand from his fur. You brush it down carefully, already missing the coarse yet soft hairs tickling against your skin as you take a step back.

“Thank you Namjoon,” You swallow around the lump in your throat, forcing your lips into a soft smile as you gaze down at him. The wolf turns his head back to the forest, golden eyes scanning the area before he quickly pushes his head against your hand, guiding your palm over the fur between his ears. Your knees go weak with fondness as you pat his head, the wolf swiping his tongue over the exposed skin of your wrist as you scratch behind his ears. It’s Namjoon that reluctantly pulls away first, his golden eyes soft yet sad as he pushes his snout one last time against your palm. He sits down with a huff, turning his head in the direction of the cabin. The message is clear; he’s not leaving until you are. The goodbye grows and dies in your mouth, your lips refusing to let it slip past as you look down at him. You spare him one last glance, trying to commit as much of him to memory as you can, before you stumble out of the tree line.

It only takes a few steps before you hear Jihyo’s shrill, “Y/n!” and you watch as your friend sprints across the field to meet you. Jihyo knocks into you so hard you nearly topple over, her arms wrapped around your body so tightly you almost fear she’ll squeeze you to death.

“Where were you? What happened? Oh my god, you’re hurt!–” You let Jihyo’s concerned rambling distract you from the empty feeling in your stomach, each step feeling heavier than the last as she helps you walk back to the cabin. You spare one last glance over your shoulder, hoping to maybe see a flash of silver through the trees, but there’s nothing.

Namjoon is gone.

And you’re both alone again.

It was all a rush after you returned. Jihyo had been searching for you night and day, a few of her father’s best employees helping out. The road up to the cabin had been cleared, so instead of having to trek down on your sprained ankle, Jihyo had whisked you away in a car with the destination set for the closest hospital. It took a while before you could collect your thoughts enough to tell her what happened, the words sounding ridiculous even to your own ears as you retold the story.

Jihyo had a deep frown on her face from the hospital to your apartment, uncharacteristically silent as she helped you to your couch. Sinking down on the mountain of plush pillows felt like heaven after sleeping on the ground for two nights, your limbs tired and aching. You really need a shower, but the temptation to rest your foot for an hour is frankly too strong. You watch as Jihyo raids your fridge for drinks and food, the frown not leaving her lips until you’ve stuffed your face with a sandwich.

“Why didn’t you just ask him to come with you?” You nearly choke on a piece of bread at her sudden question, quickly taking a sip of water to chase it down.

“What do you mean?” You croak.

“Well, it’s not like he specifically asked you to stay up in the mountains right? He only asked that you would stay with him. I’m not sure how much I like this, but he did take care of you, and he brought you back safely. If he wanted to hurt you he had many opportunities to do so,” Jihyo purses her lips, her eyes flickering around the room.

"You seem .. smitten. I can remember the last time you looked so fond talking about someone else. It seems like he already considers you to be his pack, so if you want to, I don’t see any harm in asking him to come home with you,” You feel a steady blush rise in your cheeks as Jihyo talks, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of having Namjoon here in your apartment. You couldn’t ..

"It’s not natural or healthy for hybrids to be alone and shifted for such a long time, so you would honestly be doing him a favour. Even if he doesn’t stay with you, he needs to get checked-up.” You find yourself nodding along to Jihyo’s words before you can stop yourself, her eyebrows rising in amusement. She is right, after all. Even if Namjoon doesn’t want to stay, it’s important to make sure he’s healthy. Even you go in for yearly check-ups, and you’re sure it’s been far too long since Namjoon did the same. You have to go back and find him.

“But–” Jihyo presses a finger to your chest, “you’re not going anywhere yet. The doctor said full rest for a week, so that’s what you’re going to do.” She shakes her head before you can protest, giving you a stern look as she says, “You’re in no condition to go after him now, you need to heal up if you want to find him again. I’ve seen enough animal planet to know that wolves have pretty big territories, and you won’t be able to cover that much ground with a sprained ankle.” You sink back down in the couch with a disgruntled sound, hating the fact that she’s completely right. You’ll have to wait until you’ve healed. You just hope it won’t be too late.

“Namjoon?” You wince at the rawness in your throat, your voice ringing through the silent forest. You’ve been out here for hours, but no matter where you go, there’s no sign of the wolf hybrid. You even managed to get back to the little cave Namjoon had brought you to, but that too was completely untouched. The only trail you had is dead. The area you’ve ventured into is much denser and harder to navigate, but you refuse to leave until you find him.

You grumble under your breath as a branch almost whacks you straight in the face, and you push it away with a little more force than necessary as you trek on deeper into the woods. Your ankle has healed up nicely, but there’s still a dull ache from the amount of walking you’re putting yourself through. The sprain wasn’t all that bad; it was mostly just the fact that you kept aggravating it that made it so painful. A week of rest did you wonders, and a little bit of discomfort is a price you’re more than willing to pay if it means you’ll find Namjoon again.

“Namjoon?” You call out again, halting in your tracks as you strain to listen for any sounds out of the ordinary. You let out a sigh at the silence that greets you, shaking your head lightly as you take a step forward. You freeze as your foot connect with the ground, a distant howl echoing through the forest. Namjoon.

You can barely even hear the second howl over the frantic beat of your own heart as you take off, stumbling and tripping over roots and twigs as you run in what you hope is the right direction. The mountain is disorienting at best, but you have no fear of getting lost this time. Jihyo made sure you would be properly prepared.

It’s not until the fourth howl that you realize two things – one, the sound is much closer than you anticipated, and two, it sounds pained. You urge your legs to move faster, your gaze shifting wildly over your surroundings as you call out for him again. You swear you see a flash of silver behind a cluster of trees, and you quickly switch your direction, running straight for what you hope is the wolf hybrid.

“Namjo–” You choke as you skid to a stop, your stomach dropping so fast it leaves you feeling dizzy.

Blood. There’s so much blood. Namjoon’s gray fur is stained with it, the hairs matted and red. You can see the rusted metal of an old bear trap clamped tightly around one of his hind legs, the bone snapped in an awkward angle. Oh god. A pained whine rips you out of your building panic, and the sight of the wolf hybrid attempting to drag himself closer to you despite the trap on his leg finally jolts you back into action.

“No no no, stay still!” You cry as you scramble forward, your stomach doing a dangerous flip as the metallic scent of Namjoon’s blood washes over you. The wolf hybrid is panting as you drop to your knees in front of him, his ears plastered against his skull as he lets out low whimper.

“It-it’s going to be okay,” You hear your voice tremble as you reach out for his head, gently cupping his cheeks between your hands. Namjoon lets the tension in his neck drop the moment you get your hands on him, his head heavy in your hold as you run your fingers over his fur. The wolf hybrid’s body is shaking, his golden eyes barely open as he lets out another whine. You have no idea how many hours he’s been like this, but it’s been too long. He's lost way too much blood.

“You’re going to be fine Namjoon,” You swallow down the bile in your throat as you shuffle around, shifting your hold to gently place his head in your lap. He immediately tries to shuffle closer, not giving up until he’s plastered against your stomach.

“Just, don’t shift, okay? Please don’t shift,” You hastily dig your burrowed phone out of your pocket, vision blurry as you type in Jihyo’s number. Seeing Namjoon’s human form might make it easier to gauge his injuries, but if he shifts while he’s still trapped, you have no doubt it’s just going to tear his leg up even more.

He lets out a whine as you hands leave his fur, his eyes almost rolled back into his head from the pain. The leg that’s trapped doesn’t even twitch, and Namjoon’s body feels horribly cold as you hurry to run your hands over his fur.

“Y/n? Did you find him?” Jihyo’s voice has never sounded more angelic than when she picks up the phone, you body sagging with relief.

“You can track my location, right? It’s Namjoon–” You force down the sob bubbling in your throat as the wolf hybrid whimpers at the sound of his name, the sound soft and weak. “–he’s hurt.”

“Excuse me,” You whip your head up at the sound of someone clearing their throat, a rather frazzled nurse standing in front you. “Are you here with the wolf hybrid? Kim Namjoon?”

“I am. Is something wrong?” You push out of the plastic chair with a wince, ignoring the queasy feeling in your stomach. It’s been hours since you arrived at the hospital, but the image of Namjoon’s blood pooling around his body doesn’t seem to want to let go of you just yet.

“He’s–" The nurse let out a deep sigh, “I think you need to come with me.” She turns on her heel, motioning for you to follow without another word. Oh god, what if he’s dead? The wolf hybrid had been rushed into an emergency operation immediately upon arrival, so there wasn’t much else that you could do than wait. Hope that he would be okay.

You hurry after the nurse, nearly tripping over your own feet at quick speed she keeps as she marches down the hall. You’ve barely managed to catch up when she halts outside a door, an exasperated expression on her face as she says, “We’re keeping him under observation for now and he’s not really supposed to have any visitors yet, but he’s being … difficult.” You jump as something clatters to the ground inside the room, the deep growl hardly even muffled by the closed door.

“He’s a still a little out of it, but not dangerous. You’ll see what I mean,” With that, the nurse pushes the door open, stepping aside to allow you entry into Namjoon’s room. You suck in a breath as you step inside, the floor littered with scattered papers and trays. Namjoon is perched up in bed, a heavy cast around his leg. Whatever they were trying to do, the wolf hybrid obviously wasn’t having it. He’s twisted towards the doctor by his side, the man keeping a good distance from the injured hybrid as he let out another harsh growl. You stare in shock as Namjoon bares his teeth, his posture rigid and tense as he eyes the doctor distrustfully. The doctor notices you before Namjoon does, a soft 'thank god' muttered under his breath as he waves for you to come closer.

“Hey Namjoon,” The wolf hybrids nose wrinkles just as your soft voice carries across the room, his ears springing up on his head as he shifts his attention to you.

“Y/n,” Namjoon’s eyes light up as he catches sight of you, his hands practically tearing up the bed sheets as he tries to untangle himself. The action feels awfully familiar to when he tried to drag himself closer despite the bear trap, and you have no intention of watching him trying to walk on his broken leg.

“I thought I told you to stop moving,” You rush forward before he can get himself fully out of bed, pushing him back with a firm shove to his chest. Namjoon falls back without protest, his wide eyes scanning over your face as a loopy smile blooms on his lips.

“Sorry,” He rasps as he engulfs your hand with his, keeping it tucked securely against his body. You can feel the steady thrum of his heart against your palm, beating in rhythm with the soft beeps from the monitor he’s hooked up to.

“We were trying to explain to Mr. Kim that we need to do some tests, but he doesn’t quite seem to share the same sentiment,” The doctor glances back towards the door as a the nurse brings in a new tray of equipment, a weary frown on his face as he picks up a shot. The growl builds in Namjoon’s throat so fast you nearly jump out of your skin, the hold he has around your hand feels like he’s two seconds away from snapping it in half.

“It’s okay, it’s just some standard shots,” You hesitantly bring your hand up to his face, slowly turning his head back in your direction.

“You haven’t had check-ups in a while right?” The wolf hybrid shakes his head, his ears twitching as his attention flickers back and fourth between you and the doctor. “It’s just to make sure you stay healthy.” Namjoon nuzzles against your hand with a soft whimper as you run your thumb along his cheek.

“Makes me feel .. bad. Sleepy,” Namjoon’s speech seems to flow a little easier than it did a week ago, but the struggle to find the right words is still there, his brows furrowing in concentration as he whispers, "Don’t like it.”

You swallow thickly, your stomach in knots as you ask, “Did your owner give you those? The shots that made you sleepy?” The wolf hybrid makes a low sound of agreement, his ears turning back. The marks on his wrist you couldn’t figure out, they’re needle marks. You’ve heard of it before, how some owners would drug their more exotic hybrids to keep them calm and docile – to silence the part of their genetics that make them so unique. You glance down at Namjoon, the wolf hybrid staring up at you with so much vulnerability and trust that the thought of someone taking advantage of that it makes you feel ill.

“These won’t make you feel that way, I promise.” You muster up the warmest smile you can manage as you peek over at the doctor, a silent plea in your eyes.

“Oh! Don’t worry Mr. Kim, there are no side effects to these shots. You’ll hardly even notice it,” The doctor quickly adds as he takes a careful step forward. Namjoon lets out a slow breath, golden eyes finding yours and his tail draping across his lap as he grumbles out a hesitant “Okay.”

“–All done!” You can see the doctor’s shoulders visibly drop as he finally gets the chance to move back, obviously relieved to put some distance between himself and Namjoon. “I’ll be back later to check on your leg and make sure everything is okay.” The sour expression on Namjoon’s face softens as the doctor hurries out the door, the grip around your hand loosening slightly as it clicks shut behind him.

“May I speak with you outside alone for a minute, miss?” You look up at the nurse as she finishes placing a band-aid on Namjoon’s arm, the empty shots rolling around in the tray as she picks it up.

“Oh, sure,” Namjoon lets out a whine as you try to step away, lips formed into a soft pout as you gently extract your hand from his grip. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back,” You give his shoulder a squeeze before you follow the nurse out, shooting Namjoon what you hope is a comforting smile over your shoulder. The wolf hybrid keeps his eyes trained on you as you leave, his distressed gaze still burning into your back as you close the door behind you. You only take a few steps down the hall before the nurse turns to face you, her expression troubled as she looks you up and down, “I take it he’s not your hybrid?”

“No, he’s not,” You quickly shake your head. “I came across him up in the mountains. He said he ran away from his old owner, and that it was a ‘bad place’. I’m pretty sure it must’ve been a couple of years at least,” You wince. The nurse nods, her gaze shifting around the busy hallway as she thinks.

“I’ll have someone look into it. We need to settle his hospital bills, and only his legal owner can do that.” She must see the way your face drops, because she quickly adds, “I could tell from his old scars that he’s likely been abused. Even if we find his owner, they’re not going to be allowed to take him home. It’ll be looked into.”

“Right, thanks.” You muster up a weak smile. You know how these things go. Even if there’s an investigation, the police are too easy to buy off. There are frankly too many cases like Namjoon’s, and too few cops that actually treat their abuse seriously.

“Can I stay with him until his owner shows up?”

“It’s a little unorthodox, but yes, you can. I don’t think he’ll actually stay inside his room if you don’t.” The nurse lets out a huff, a flash of amusement in her eyes as she waves for you to go back inside. “I’ll let you know once we figure it out, it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Thank you.”

Turning to face Namjoon’s door, you try to shake off the anxious feeling festering in your stomach. You’re not going to let him go back to his old owner. You’re honestly not even sure how you’ve managed to grow attached so quickly, but there’s just something about the wolf hybrid that makes you ready to fight tooth and nail for his safety and happiness – even if it means he won’t find it with you.

a/n: ahah heyy ... let's just ignore that it took me two months to update this, okay? thank you aksjsk. i decided to split the last part into two, to give myself more time to write a little bit of extra fluff (and smut)! so the third and final part is hopefully coming next week, but if not, it will at least be posted by the end of november. namjoon's speech will get better in the next part and we will learn more about him + his and y/n's relationship will grow! if you like the story then please drop me a reblog/comment, that would mean the world to me! (ps. this story has no tag list!)

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Someone Touching You | Sakusa, Kuroo, Atsumu

Pairing: Sakusa X Reader (female), Kuroo X Reader (female), and Atsumu X Reader (female) ft. Osamu

Genre: fluffyy, protective 🤩

Request: “Hi👉👈 I would like to request Sakusa, Kuroo and Atsumu's reaction to someone trying to touch or feel their s/o up on the metro. It's ok if you don't want to write it.” - anon

Author’s Note: oooo yessss, i love protective tropes. Thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy!! Also, requests are still open~~ tehe

Warning: Language in Atsumu’s

Sakusa:

First, props to you for even somehow getting him to ride the metro

The trains and metros in Japan were infamously known to be crowded to the point where officers would squeeze and shove people in

And the one the two of you needed to take this morning was fully crowded. You apologized profusely to Sakusa since it was your fault that the two of you missed the usual one you two took

You were running late and Sakusa, though very tempted, didn’t leave to get to school before you did

This time, it wasn’t too crowded where officers had to shove and push people in but there was very little space for everyone to stand comfortably without someone else’s body pressed against yours

You held his gloved hand and faced him as he wallowed in the corner facing the wall and door, anticipating for the trip to end

Sakusa felt lightheaded and sick to his stomach, feeling worse when his mind filled with the thought that he was breathing the same air as tens of others all around him even though he wore his mask

He felt so exposed despite his gloves and mask but he felt grounded whenever you squeezed his fingers

He absolutely hated crowds and to be such close proximity to people who weren’t clean or disinfected absolutely disgusted him

It didn’t help that as the metro zipped by at its speed, it made everyone sway back and forth, left and right

He groaned to himself, trying to think of anything, listening to the electric voice whenever a stop was approaching, anticipating when he would hear your stop but thankfully according to the voice, it was next

It felt so close yet so far away at the same time, he dreaded it

You stood close beside him, your body pressed lightly into his but you made sure to give him as much room as you could, even if it meant you pushing yourself back into other people

You tried to cheer him up, repeatedly telling him the two of you were a couple minutes away and then you two would finally get to school

As you counted the minutes down for him, your hand around his froze, the calm words you tried to use to was him got stuck in your throat

You felt goosebumps rise all over you, your body tensing at the feeling of a grasp roaming your bottom. It wasn’t your hand and there was no way it was Sakusa’s

You looked behind to find an older, bigger man with a devilish glint in his eyes, his gaze never leaving yours

He knew what he was doing and he wouldn’t stop

Calming himself down the best he could, Sakusa thought rationally of how this happened to him and he needed to just focus on getting to school since he would be going into the world in the future

He needed to remember the feeling of your hand in his since you wouldn’t always be there or be beside him to hold his hand to reassure him

Sakusa actually felt comfort in holding your hand- it was like the one thing that kept him sane on the ride

He opened his eyes, finally, and turned his head when you paused announcing the minutes to him, his eyes meeting yours

He felt a cold chill shoot down his back when he saw the fear in your eyes as they watered, your lips quivering

You couldn’t speak a word but your eyes told him so much

You were pleading for help and he didn’t even notice until you stopped your ministrations

He pulled you close, away from the dirty man and shot him a menacing glare with his eyes

The other only looked away, minding his own business as if he wasn’t harassing you

He stood you in the corner he faced before, holding onto the bar at the top of the metro while the other wrapped around your waist as you let out a breath of relief into his chest

You were the one person he allowed to touch him. He suppressed the disgust and fear he had for germs and focused on you

He felt a wash of guilt wash over him at his selfishness for trying to end his own suffering when he should have also looked out for you too

Coming to a rough and screeching stop at the station, he stepped the two of you out and away from everyone, holding your hand firmly in his at a fast pace toward school

“Are you okay?” He asked, first and foremost as he pulled out a plastic baggie with a second mask, exchanging the one he had on with the new one, feeling more comfortable and finally like he could breathe

“Yeah, thank you, and I’m sorry I made us late. You had to suffer... i know how much you hate crowds.”

“Y/N, don’t be sorry. Yes it was painful and disgusting but I should have done more for you... if I did, that man wouldn’t have touched you,” he sighed apologetically

“It was only for a little bit, but I’m sorry too. I’ll make sure to be on time from now on so we can sit in our usual empty metro,” You have his hand a squeeze

“Good. And as payback, I’ll make sure every bit of us is clean after school and practice, especially where that sick man touched you,” he said, his eyes dead serious as the two of you arrived barely on time at school

Kuroo:

You held onto Kuroo’s hand as he held one of the handle’s dangling from the top of the metro to make sure the two of you wouldn’t fall whenever the metro rocked on the tracks or whenever it came to an unpleasant stop

You happily held onto the bag of goodies Kuroo had gotten for you but also you got for yourself after the two of you spent the day at the museum of Science in Tokyo

You surprised Kuroo with tickets after you heard him mention it a couple times, wanting to go and to spend the day with you there

So you fulfilled his wishes, making it a reality

“Did you have fun?” You looked up to Kuroo with his bigger bag hanging from the wrist that held the safety handle

“Of course I did, thank you,” he smiled down to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead

The metro zipped through the city, approaching the second to last stop before the two of you were to get off to head back to his place

Coming to a screeching stop, the metro arrived at the second to last stop. Kuroo’s grip on your hand got firmer, to make sure you didn’t fly off into others

The car the two of you were in was pretty full already with space between everyone around but at this stop, only a few got off where handfuls more got in, forcing you to press your body into Kuroo’s, not that you minded, but it also made others press themselves into you

It was pretty late into the afternoon and Kuroo had a rough idea about dinner but said he would make some plants with his dad when he got home later

Just then, in the busy cart, Kuroo’s phone began to vibrate in his jacket pocket. Letting the handle go for a brief moment, he reached into his pocket to fish out the device, answering the call with his dad

He didn’t let go of your hand but instead held the phone to his ear, wrapping his arm holding the phone around one of the many bars that stood from the floor to ceiling of the cart to take his call

You stayed put, making sure not to push into others around you

You could overhear parts of the conversation, hearing it was with his father and discussions about the day and etc

The metro went over a bump in the tracks making everyone suddenly stumble around but thankfully Kuroo held your hand, glancing down to see if you were okay, going back to his call with his dad after you gave him a smile

But you didn’t even notice the lingering hand that rested on your lower back until it moved down your body, slipping into the pants you wore

The said hand began to squeeze your cheeks roughly, another hand resting on your side

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back but you stepped closer to Kuroo as much as you could until your head was practically resting on his chest, purposefully showing how close you were with him and how you were holding his hand

But the person with the hands paid no attention, focused on your body

You urged Kuroo to look at you squeezing his hand only for him to squeeze back as if you were squeezing his hand in the first place as a loving gesture

He continued on the phone and the hands were going lower, getting dangerously close to somewhere you absolutely did not want to be touched by anyone

With your free, hand, you tugged on his shirt and even tried to call out to get him to just look at you but your voice was stuck in your throat having never been in this situation

But someone who must’ve been listening to your wishes must’ve heard you: Kuroo’s phone lost service making the phone call with his father end

“Oops, oh well, it was my da- Y/N, what’s wro-“ He was cut off and he felt his vein appear in his forehead looking back to the older man feeling you up form behind, tears watering in your eyes as you desperately looked up to him

“What the hell do you think you’re doing to her?” Kuroo’s voice was strong and purposefully raised, getting the attention of everyone around to see, their eyes looking to the man’s hand that was close to your body but no longer as Kuroo swapped places with you, standing you in the corner away from others

Whispers from others and even comments of disapproval filled the cramped cart

You sighed, relieved it was over, holding onto the back of his shirt in your hand as his arm held the dangling handle once again while the other was stretched out, his palm to you, protecting you

He was disgusted with the man who laughed it off as if he did nothing

Fortunately, the hell ride was no longer as the metro came to a stop

He kept an annoyed and angry glare on the older man til he looked away as the two of you stepped off the metro, making sure to have you walk in front of him

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have noticed.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you still clearly shaken up over that

“But he can’t touch you anymore, I won’t let anyone else touch you like that ever again.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Let’s go home, okay? My dad has to stay late for work so he said we could do whatever we wanted for dinner,” he tried to lighten the mood but it was like a giant thorn in his side

The day was so nice and for it to end like that, for that to happen to you right under his nose

He shook his head in disapproval of himself as the two of you walked, you listing out suggestions of what you would like for dinner while also listing some for him

He promised to himself and to you, never again would he let that happen to you ever again

Atsumu: ft. Osamu

The station was crammed with many people, mostly men in their business attire as they waited for the metro to arrive

A warm breeze blew through the old station as you waited patiently by yourself for your boyfriend, Atsumu, and his twin brother, Osamu

But you were waiting for their metro to arrive

You spent the day at home today with a little cold and decided not to go to school for the day to avoid spreading it to the others

This left Atsumu to disappointedly walk with just his brother to school this morning but he survived, even though he bombarded your phone with tens of messages whenever he could

But you decided to pay them a visit so you could at least see your boyfriend and friend at least once

Atsumu wasn’t too much of the clingy type but he did enjoy your presence which he got used to when the two of you grew closer and closer

He actually wanted you to stay home to rest more when you told him you were feeling better- good enough to wait for them at the station

But you insisted and he wouldn’t object. It was your body: if you thought you felt good enough, who was he to tell you what you could or couldn’t do?

You stood beside a vending machine toward the end of the station to avoid being in others’ way since you weren’t going to be boarding any of them

Your phone vibrated in your hand every now and then getting updates from Atsumu about how many stations away or how many minutes were left before they would get there

You got to the station quite a while ago, not realizing how early you got here and how brief the walk from your house to here was

Many of the people in the station were men, which made you a little wary but you felt better since you were at the side

“5 min,” Atsumu texted, just as a metro zipped by, filling the station with who just got off

You leaned against the cold vending machine filled with various drinks, contemplating yourself on whether you should get one or maybe two to hold for the twins before they arrived

You were so concentrated on the drinks in the vending machine beside you, you hadn’t seen the two businessmen that now stood beside you

“What would you like, sweetie?” One of the large men’s asked, his voice smelled of tobacco filled your senses but the worst was how close his face was in proximity to yours

“Uh, nothing, thank you,” You stood straighter, pressing yourself as close as you physically could to the machine and watching your phone in hopes Atsumu and Osamu’s metro would arrive soon

“Are you sure? I could get you anything you want. You’d like that, right?” He asked as the two men stayed there, their bellies large and bulging in their suit shirts

“No, really, please go away,” you mustered as much courage as you could into your words, readying Atsumu’s contact to call him in case anything were to happen

“Don’t be like that, honey. We’ve had a long day, won’t you… entertain us?” The other one said, his body not as big as the first one but just a few inches taller than you

The two of them acted like a wall, knowing well what they were doing and how they were making you feel, not feeling a single ounce of guilt from it and proceeded

The shorter one began to feel up your waist, trying his best to go under your clothes but you held the edge of your clothes down as firmly as you could, pressing it into your body. You tried to push and kick them away as you could, not giving into what they wanted but they were too strong

As you tried to call for help, to anyone in the station, the taller one covered a hand over your mouth but also almost completely over your nose that made it hard to breathe

“You’re so noisy,” his voice low with a threatening look in his eye. “Come on, can’t you just-“

The man was cut off and the two of them were harshly shoved to the ground, struggling to stand back up as you caught your breath

Two bodies in their red Inarizaki Volleyball club jackets stood before you, their backs to you as they kept their eyes, glaring at the two men on the ground

“Why- I- who do you think you are?” The tall one pointed to the two of them as he did his best to hoist the shorter one up from the ground

People began to gather around all the commotion

“Us? Who the fuck do ya think you two are?” Atsumu’s blood boiled as he began to roll up his sleeves, balling his hands into fists

Atsumu couldn’t care less of who saw what was happening, all he could feel was his anger but the men seeing him approaching made them frantic, scurrying to gather their belongings and get away

But seeing he was acting on his emotions, Osamu grabbed a hold of the collar of Atsumu’s jacket to pull him back, though he could have easily escaped his brother’s grasp

“They’re gone, leave them be.” Osamu’s voice relaxed back down to his persona

When they were far off into the distance, they turned back to you

“Are you okay?” Osamu asked calmly as Atsumu was still grumbling, wanting to do more to who he called “pigs”

“Yeah, thank you,” you gave the two a reassuring smile to which Osamu nodded, but Atsumu was still heated

The two picked up their belongings, fixing their clothes and hair before Atsumu took you by your hand firm in his but it wasn’t enough for him. He draped his arm around your shoulder securely, still mumbling about those two men but chilled off as the three of you walking toward your house to drop you off, Osamu on your other side

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frenchbreads-writing · 3 years

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Here you go, Tokoyami as promised

I wrote all of this between assignments and finals so it’s safe to say I’m hella exhausted and my brain is done for.

This is the best quality that I could do for now in my current state.

Idk what it is about reader being a kind of fatherly figure to the students but it sparks joy in my brain.

I was also thinking of making this a series but I’ll only do so if y’all enjoy this one lmk if you want this to have more parts but with different students.

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: (Platonic) Tokoyami Fumikage x (older) Male Reader

Words: 1.3k (1,303)

Warning(s): none

Requests: Closed

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Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Sigh

‘Business sure has been slow today.’

You leaned against the counter, empty cup in front of you and soft lofi music playing through the speakers.

The sky outside has been overcast all day blowing frigid winds that would chill you if you didn’t have enough layers on.

Usually, on days like this, you got a lot of customers, looking for a place to get something to warm them up before going about their days.

But the shop was completely empty, not a single soul besides you.

The last couple of hours were spent cleaning and organizing the shop so there wasn’t anything to do besides scrolling through your phone but even that got boring after a while.

Pushing off of the counter you tossed your empty cup into the trash, the sun already set a while ago.

Normally you stayed open well throughout the night but since hardly anyone came by you just decided to close up early.

You stretched before beginning the process of closing.

You were kneeling below the counter restocking the utensils when the bell above the doorway jingled.

“Hello?”

Thump

“Ow! Sorry, I’ll be with you in a sec!”

You stood up, this time without almost giving yourself a concussion.

“Hello, welcome to the Night Light Cafe, what can I get for you tonight?”

The boy who stood before you was none other than the bird-headed member of UA’s class 1-A himself: Tokoyami Fumikage.

He looked rough, the feathers on his face were ruffled and his shoulders were tense.

“Oh, yes, can I get a um..”

He stared at the menu for a moment but you could tell he couldn’t quite concentrate on it.

You waited for over a minute for him to order but he stayed quiet slightly swaying unfocused eyes not registering what was on the menu.

You leaned over the counter.

“Hey, bud.”

His unfocused eyes slid over to you.

“I’ll make you something, any favorite flavors?”

He nodded.

“I like.. um.. apples.”

You smiled at him.

“Great, I’ll go whip something up, go sit down for me kay?”

He nodded once again and shuffled to one of the booths.

You gave him one last concerned glance as he dropped his bag on the floor and slumped into one of the seats before turning around and beginning to make his drink.

You walked over to the booth Tokoyami had been sitting in.

He had his head down in his arms and appeared to be sleeping.

You put a hand on his shoulder and gently shook him awake.

“Hey, kid.”

He jolted and sat up rubbing his eyes.

“I-I apologize I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

You smiled at him and placed his tea down in front of him.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind, here be careful it’s a bit hot.”

You slid into the cushioned seat across from him as he picked up his mug.

Tokoyami glanced at the mug, there wasn’t a straw but before he could say anything you reached into a pocket in your apron and pulled out a straw handing it to him.

He gently took the straw from your hand with a small thank you.

It took him a moment to open the straw shaky hands struggling to tear the paper but he managed to get it open and put it in his mug.

First giving it a quick stir he took an experimental sip.

His face brightened.

It was good.

Usually, when he orders apple-flavored drinks, they’re either too sweet and it completely overpowers the apple flavor, or they’re not sweet enough making the drink too bitter causing him to douse the drink with sugar to alleviate some of the bitterness.

“Is it okay?”

Tokoyami looked back up to you.

“Yes, it’s quite good, thank you.”

You sighed in relief.

“That’s good to hear.”

The two of you sat in silence after that.

Surprisingly the silence didn’t feel awkward to Tokoyami.

The soothing taste of the warm tea combined with the soft music playing over the speaker made him feel relaxed.

Letting his shoulders drop and eyes close, he let out a soft sigh.

“I apologize for my strange behavior, today was rough and I’m very exhausted.”

You hummed.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself to me I’m just glad that you’re okay. It’s pretty cold outside and you don’t seem too well equipped for the weather.”

Tokoyami looked down at what he was wearing.

A simple jacket and ripped jeans not the most suitable attire for cold weather.

“It’s a good thing you stopped by you can take as much time here to warm up and rest as much you need alright?”

Tokoyami put his mug down.

“Thank you, but I don’t want to keep you here longer than you intended I can leave—“

“Hey, I really don’t mind, I’m usually open much longer I’ll be here for as long as you need me to be.”

You stood up and patted his shoulder.

“Now rest up I’ll be up by the counter if you need anything.”

He could only nod.

Tokoyami peered down at the tea that you had made for him.

You were obviously about to close yet you allowed him to stay even giving him tea.

He looked over his shoulder to see you humming along with the music wiping down your area, not at all bothered by the fact that Tokoyami is making you stay longer than intended.

Tokoyami glanced back down at his tea.

You did say that he could stay here and rest up just a few minutes couldn’t hurt right?

Around 15 minutes later you were sitting down with an almost empty cup of the apple tea you had made scrolling through your phone again.

“Excuse me.”

You looked up to see Tokoyami holding his now empty mug with his bag slung over his shoulder.

He looked less frazzled but still exhausted.

You put your phone down.

“Are you heading out now?”

“Yes it’s quite late and I am late for curfew.”

You nodded and took the empty mug from his hands beginning to walk towards the sink to wash it.

“Alright, well you have a good night and be safe.”

Tokoyami stood there confused.

“W-wait what about my tea don’t I still need to pay for it?”

You shut off the sink and put the mug on the drying rack before turning to him.

“It’s on the house.”

He was taken aback.

“B-but—“

You held up a hand to silence him.

“You’re having a tough time right now and I don’t want to add onto it so it’s the least I could do.”

“Now you should probably get going the weather report said that it’s going to rain tonight.”

Just as you said that thunder roared outside and rain began to fall hitting the glass windows of the shop.

Tokoyami’s shoulders slumped.

“Huh, I spoke too soon sorry about that, wait here a second.”

You disappeared into the backroom for a minute before you came back and walked around the counter holding an umbrella and other things.

“Here, use this umbrella so you don’t get soaked.”

You handed him the umbrella.

“And here’s my scarf, it should help you stay at least a little bit warmer.”

You neatly wrapped the scarf around his neck.

“Also here are some apple slices for the road so you have something snack on.”

You patted his shoulders and ruffled the feathers on top of his head.

“Alright kid, you should be all set, be safe out there okay?”

Tokoyami nodded.

“Y-yes sir thank you.”

You gave him another smile.

“No problem, you have a good night.”

Tokoyami gave you a wave and opened the umbrella as he stepped outside into the rain.

He was glad he found this shop.

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darkshinsou · 3 years

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Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akaashi Keiji, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kageyama Tobio, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintorū and Their Hands HCs

This is part two

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

Sakusa's hands are long, semi-thick, and veiny

He takes good care of his hands, just like the rest of his body

He also wears a ring or two every once in a while

His hands are just so much different then yours

He love that, though

He also loves to keep his hand(s) at your hips at all times

Steering you clear of people and making sure he doesn't lose you, you guys talk

Until you see your favorite makeup store

Squealing, you drag Sakusa in and right into the nail polish aisle

"So many pretty colors, Omi! What one should I get?!"

You are so giddy, wanting to know his answer

He points at a dark, almost black, matte blue and you grin, grabbing it and buying as well as some skin care products that Sakusa insisted you get,

"It's good for your face and I saw that you were running low on your other one"

After arriving home, you set down all but one bag and plop into a dining chair

Sakusa joins you and watches as you automatically start painting your nails

You were on your last nail when you suddenly got an idea,

"Omi, can I paint your nails?"

He looks back at you, confused, and shaking his head

"No, y/n"

"Please?" You gave him your best pouty face and he sighs

"Fine."

You grin and let yours dry before doing his

After letting them sit for a while, you finally take Sakusa's hands into yours, expecting to laugh

But, you couldnt

It looked so good

The color suited him and the nail polish somehow made his hands look more masculine

You loved it, and started the tradition of painting his nails once a month

You wanted once a week, but he said that's too much and the other nail polish wouldn't be gone by then

It was interesting to see as Sakusa's hands got prettier and prettier in different colors

Akaashi Keiji:

His hands have got to be the prettiest out of the bunch

Akaashi doesn't do much to them, trimming them every once in a while and applying lotion

But his hands are the softest

Slim, long, and slightly veiny

They are gorgeous

When you're nervous, he let's you play with them

He loves holding your hand

How it seems to wrap around yours so perfectly

You once asked him to wear leather fingerless gloves,

"It's for a cosplay!" You explained

It didn't take much for him to agree

The only problem you had was convincing him to wear the rest of the cosplay

A minute later, he came out and you stared, both turned on and astonished

The turtle neck, leather jacket, and jeans where sexy, no doubt

But his hands

Looked so delectable

It was just so sexy seeing his hands clad in black

And the fact that his long fingers that you loved oh so much looked even longer?

You could've died then and then

But when he tugged the glove down since it wasn't tightened-

Let's just say that you didn't sleep much that night

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Ushijima's hands are thick and long

They are also very big

Which is great for spiking

But it made you feel so tiny when he held your hand

The difference is huge

His hands are also rough from spiking

It's not that it was bad, but his hand was also starting to blister more easily

So, you decided you would buy him lotion

And that you did

You gave it to him as one of the many gifts for his birthday

And, because it's from you, he wears it everyday

He also likes wearing survival bracelets

Which you introduced him to

They makes his hands look so much more attractive

And makes him very happy

So you looked past the fact that your boyfriend has spent over 200 dollars on bracelets

Oop-

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama's hands are also very well kept

But, that's because of volleyball

You didn't really mind

As long as he was taking care of himself, there is no problem

Oh, I probably should just mention the fact that his hands

Are so long

That you can't even-

He somehow engulfs your hand with his when you guys are out and about

And it's kind of embarrassing how his hands seem to completely cover yours

His back scratches are also divine

He just knows where all the right spots are

Anyways, back on the self care thing

He kind of sees his hands as top priority

His hands always come first when treating himself

So he was hesitant when you asked if you could cut his nails

But he lost gonner when he saw your puppy eyes

So, with a small container and a set of nail clippers,

You sat on his lap

He watched you intensely as you focused on cutting his nails

Humming to yourself as you go

Kageyama smiles to himself

What was he so worried about?

A few moments later

This.

This is what he was worried about

He winced when you dabbed the wound with rubbing alcohol

"I didn't realize it was that close to your skin...." You mumbled apologetically

He looks up at your face and suddenly, all his anger diminished

You just looked so sad

He brings you into a hug and whispers into your hair,

"It's okay, y/n"

All was forgiving, but he never let you cut his nails again

Miya Osamu:

Miya Obama's hands are shorter than anyone else's on this list

And they are brittled with cuts from cooking

And also rough

But, that just made you all the more happy

'Cause now he comes to you when he cuts himself

Asking you to help him

And you sit down in his lap and apply the rubbing alcohol and bandage, always kissing it after

When he holds your hand, it's just so warm

And you feel so safe

Osamu in general feels like home to you

And you love it when you are cooking and he comes up behind you

Placing his hands on your waist

And if you have music on, he'll most likely hum or song softly into your ear

Whenever you need help with cooking something, he'll place his hands on top of yours

Which is what he is doing now

His hands engulfed yours as you kneaded the dough

Leaning into him and humming to the song softly playing in the background

This was home to you

And you never wanted this moment to end

Osamu let's go of your hand and asks you to grab the flour

Which you happily oblidge to

You start walking back towards him

Until you trip

And spill the flour all over him

You stare at him in shock

And he slowly looks up

He slowly scoops up some flour off the floor

And throws it at you

You narrow your eyes and say,

"Oh, it's on"

This starts the food fight

Which, looking at it now, was a very bad idea

"Let's take a shower and clean it up after" Osamu tells you as he leads you to the shower while holding your hand

Suna Rintarū:

His hands come in third on the pretty scale

Not exactly beefy, not really being veiny, they are right in between long and short

He also applies lotion to his hands, but they are still semi-rough

He loved braiding your hair

And you loved when he massaged your back after a hard day of work

It wasn't often, though

He also loved to knit

Which he picked up after the quarentine

He knitted you a blanket and you love it

So, when you come home from work to see him sitting on the couch knitting, you hurry your pace and change into comfortable clothes before making your way to the living room

Lifting his arms and sitting yourself on his lap, you smile as he gets right back to work

You like watching his hands work

It comforts you

After watching him for a little bit, you yawn, your eyelids getting heavy

Falling asleep, your soft snores make Suna smile

He sets down his knitting tools and wraps his arms around your waist and closes his eyes

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