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Father Figure [j.m.]
Summary: A shower and DBF Joel "pussy drunk" miller, no plot here. No outbreak/preoutbreak
A/N: Can be read as a stand alone but is a true sequel to Kisses of Fire. Heavily inspired by @absurdthirst and @wardenparker 's Marcus Moreno soulmates fic that I devoured in an all-nighter. Not beta'd all mistakes are my own
c.w: age gap, dub-con due to alcohol, showering together, pet names, oral sex (both recieving), pinv, creampie, food play (he drinks champagne off her pussy), overstimulation, service dom vibes, daddy kink and attached daddy issues, probably missed some lmk!
It wasn't fair. Joel had magic hands when it came to woodworking and tiling, hell you've even seen him work magic at a claw machine, but how was he better at washing your hair? Every ounce of tension fell out of your muscles, and the cool water washes away the sweat and sticky traces from your thighs. You keen into his fingertips, leaning back into the warmth of his body and letting yours rest against the plain of his chest.
He hums, and you feel the vibration of it echo in your own content noises, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy, “Sweet little thing.” You blush, feeling a little shy, which should be ridiculous, but you feel as if he's doting on you, every bit of his attention is working out every knot of tension in your body that you didn't even know existed.
He steps forward, urging your head back under the water as he washes the soap away with tender touches. The smell of his soap in your hair is almost overwhelming, and you still feel the ache of being filled by him, by all accounts your brain should be returning to its rightful place right now but all you can think about is how skillfully and hungrily he consumed you.
You felt dizzy, and the lingering traces of the alcohol were burning off. “I think I could go for another glass.” You look at his eyes in earnest, hoping to see some sort of reflection of how your heart is swelling in your chest.
“Already ahead of you baby, I put it and two glasses in the freezer for when you're finished.” His words are warm, and comforting, as if sensing what you're craving from him.
You crack a smile, standing on your toes to kiss the hollow of his throat and to your surprise, there's a strangled sound that comes from beneath your fingertips. It's a groan. Halting your movements, you stay there, hovering, and watch as he swallows harshly.
Tauntingly you let the tip of your tongue trace up the column of his throat and he turns to iron in your grasp, “Mr. Miller.” you tsk, the shift in power bolstering each small syllable, “A weakness.” You run the flat of your teeth against his skin, and you feel a shutter rumble through his body in a subtle confirmation.
He tries to play it off, a small rumble of laughter as he runs conditioner through your hair with his fingertips, combing it through the ends of your hair. His cock is half hard just from feeling your mouth on his throat as it rests against your belly, water passing between the two of you as you finish up the dance of sharing his modest shower space.
Your body should be tired, and admittedly your legs are weaker with each step but you couldn't be more aware of each passing lingering touch as his hands soothingly run up your back coaxing your body to follow and obey.
By far the most beautiful thing in the room is Joel. His chest is flush and glistening with droplets of water that fall from his clean, tousled hair and runs down his work-sculpted chest.
He catches you staring and tilts your chin up to look into his deep brown eyes, “Like what you see baby?” he's being smart with you, and yet you can't find the words to form a retort. His hand grips your jaw firmly, and he leans down for a kiss.
His mouth is warm, his tongue languidly swiping across your teeth bringing an embarrassingly loud moan out of you as you enjoy the taste of him and the skimming brush of his thumb on your pulse that all but turns your bones to jelly. You forget that he even asked you a question until he breaks the kiss with a laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. “And to think I’m not even done with you yet.”
He lets his hand move to the back of your head and buries his fingers in your hair and gives a gentle testing tug, you do your best to hold his gaze as he peers into your eyes, you let out a confirmational hum. With a single glance, he communicates what you’ve wanted since he took his pants off, and he holds your head steady as you sink to your knees. The tile is warm from the wash of the water, and he shields you from the shower head as you admire his massive semi-hard cock.
You rest your hands on your thighs, resisting the urge to start touching yourself as you kitten lick over a vein that catches your attention, you see the steady throb build as he gets harder beneath your tongue. You suck the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly as it pulsates against your tongue and his hand tightens in your hair. You suck more of him into your mouth, swirling around the head and swallowing around him, eager to please and be good for him.
“That's my girl.” he coos, bringing his other hand to your cheek, caressing it gently but urging you to take more of him all the same. God, you’re half convinced the man could talk you to an orgasm, his praise wraps around your body like a vise, luring you into a headspace you’ve only experienced tonight.
He jerks his hips, pitching them forward and deeper until he’s nudging the back of your throat. Tears prick at your eyes, as your jaw begins to ache with the stretch, you find your hands drifting closer to the insistent twinge of your clit begging for his attention again. The hair at the base of his cock is sparse but it tickles your nose as you reach your breaking point, coughing and sputtering around him. You use the flat of your tongue to massage the underside of him while he fucks into your mouth.
He grunts as he keeps thrusting a few more times, you taste the salt of his precome on your tongue and he slides out and you gasp for air and swallow the excessive amount of drool pooled in your mouth. The strings of spit connecting the two of you might just be one of the hottest things you've ever seen. He gives you a lopsided grin, swiping a thumb over your chin, “Messy, messy little girl.” His voice is deep, hoarse with need and debauchery.
The shower is off and he pulls you to your feet, wrapping you in a plush towel that's warmed from the steam-filled room. He places a soft kiss on your forehead and you hum contentedly, recovering from the lack of oxygen and the dizzying weight of his cock in your mouth. You lean against the cool counter of the sink, running his brush through your hair in an attempt to keep from staring at him, but he settles behind you and slides his cock against your ass as he pins you to the counter.
You can vaguely make out the shape of his body behind yours in the fogged surface of the mirror, mixing together with the beauty of a mosaic painting. He is standing tall as his dark hair falls to tickle your ear as he kisses along the curve of your shoulder. His mouth is delicate, but the edge of the counter digs into your flesh, you're finding yourself hoping it bruises, as he continues to press his skin to yours.
He lets a rough palm run from your belly between your breasts and uses it to tilt your head back, kissing the sensitive skin on your throat with a gravelly contemplative hum at your back. “Go sit, I'll bring up something to drink, hungry?”
His hand is heavy and calloused, sitting on your throat, the gesture is dominant, and you feel so small and so pliant under his grasp. But the warmth and tenderness between your legs doesn't argue, and your lips are still swollen from the stretch of him in your mouth. You feel a deep satisfaction, heavy like the possessive yet caring touch of his hand guiding your mouth along his shaft.
“No,” You try and sound confident, but your voice is hoarse and you're beaming at him with a fucked stupid grin on your face, and it comes out a simple squeak.
Joel smiles down at you softly, running his thumb along your jaw. The adoration is plain on your face, unmistakable. You’ve seen him with this look hundreds of times but there’s something about the moment and the intimacy of this, the low-revving engine of your lust that’s almost as palpable as the steam on the mirror.
He never fails to make you feel special. His mouth finds your forehead for a lingering but gentle kiss, a promise to return. He leaves the room tying a towel around his waist, and you let your eyes linger on the flexing cords of muscles in his back as he shuts the door behind him.
Doing your best to collect yourself, you run your hands through your hair and take a deep breath, using his surprisingly plush towel to tousle your hair as dry as you can manage, before draping it around yourself and securing it above your breast.
His room is much cooler, but the heat beneath your skin is unstoppable and your body is still as alive as it was with his cock down your throat. The bed is disheveled, you find a place among the scattered pillows and prop yourself upright, pulling a book off of his nightstand to skim over the description on the back.
Soon you hear his footsteps on the stairs, he knocks gently on the door before nudging it open carrying two champagne flutes. He settles in next to you, and you saddle up next to him, pressing your hip to his, the urge to be close to him almost overwhelming.
You take a sip, letting the sweet bubbly liquid settle in your mouth for a moment, washing away the salt of his skin. You nuzzle your head on his shoulder in affection, feeling both spent and keen on finding out what's next.
His hair slicked back makes his deep brown puppy dog eyes even more dreamy as he beams down at you before taking a sip from the glass. You stare at his hands and the delicate way the veins and tendons flex to hold onto the stem of the glass, swallowing around the lump in your throat.
“Something I can give ya?” He notices, because of course he does. You shift, throwing your legs over his lap, and taking another swig from your glass, determined to finish before you give in to your incessant need to be filled by him again.
You hum, faking being contemplative, “I’m not sure, what else might you offer?” Playing coy has worked before, but something in his eyes seems hungry, and it stirs something like fear in your belly.
He holds your gaze, taking a long tauntingly slow sip even letting his tongue sneak out to tease the rim of the glass, “You have no idea baby.”
Instantly you're flooded with flashes of what he could possibly be alluding to, you imagine yourself pinned beneath him, straddling his face, even on your knees for him again. You've never felt so incredibly giddy over a teasing phrase. Hoping that there is a promise in his words, and that every little passing ache of potential is just a preview of what's to come.
He sees it plain as day on your face, eyes glazing over and the curves of an insidious smile twisting your mouth into a lopsided grin. He wishes he could read your mind, but he settles for running his hand across your abdomen, trailing over the sensitive and admittedly ticklish flesh just to feel you squirm beneath him.
You take a sip from you glass in an attempt to still your voice before you speak, shifting your hips below his warm touch. You know what you want, and he is just as privy to your needs, “Use your words, darling.” Another sip, and he presses his lips to the shell of your ear, “Be sweet for me baby tell Daddy what you want.”
“Your mouth, please Joel.” you rush, too aware of your body’s reaction to his touch. He pulls the towel free of your chest, and takes a nipple between two fingers and tugs until it's tight and you feel a hint of pained arousal. You whine correcting yourself, “Please, daddy.”
He lets out a small groan, the sound enough to make your clit throb for his attention. “Good girl.” He moves between your legs fluidly, the final sip of alcohol stirring in the bottom of the glass as he settles, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed and settling on his knees. He takes the towel you were wearing, gesturing for you to lift your hips as he arranges the towel beneath you.
You let your head fall back against the sheets, expecting the warmth of his mouth. Instead, you feel the ice-cold bubbles of his last champagne sip dribbling gently over your pussy, jumping at the cool sensation and the juxtaposition of his flat tongue swiping up the length of your sex. He moans against you as the taste envelops his thoughts and he loses himself in the sweet taste of you. He drags his tongue over your entrance, and swirls over your clit in long, practiced movements. Every second that passed your body was tensing, building to yet another climax in such a short amount of time your legs start to shake.
You almost miss the chuckle that escapes him, as he sucks harshly on your clit and your vision starts to ebb white, but he stops just a second short. “Did I make your little legs quiver?” You can’t find it in you to pick up your head off the bed.
He laughs.
The sound is deep, and throaty, and you can feel it reverberate in your bones as he crawls over you, his face wet from his efforts. He wipes his chin on the back of his hand, his eyes bright and playful.
The slide of his thick cock is tantalizing, your brain is telling you to stop but the throb of him against you and the warmth of his breath against your neck is encouraging you to take him. To be his good little girl.
His hips stutter as he buries himself inside you, your body giving a small jump when he bottoms out without warning. He groans loudly, pressing his forehead into the crook of your neck.
"Such a good little thing.." His words are slurred slightly, his mind drunk on lust and alcohol. He's so hard and thick and you can barely breathe. Your nails claw into the flesh of his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of you both overwhelming and comforting at the same time.
Your eyes flutter shut, his praise and his cock lulling your brain into a blissful fog. Your cunt grips his shaft and he lets out a low hiss.
Joel moans, burying his face into your hair, his breath coming in short pants. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, dragging the thick head of his cock across every inch of your walls. He stays like that, pushing and pulling in and out of you. He fucks you with abandon, his pace quickening as he chases his own pleasure.
Your mind is fuzzy and your eyes are unfocused. You don't know if it's the alcohol, or the fact that Joel's cock is currently splitting you open, or maybe it's the fact that you just don't give a fuck anymore, but everything just seems so right.
It's as if he knows exactly what you're thinking. "You feel so fucking good." His fingers grip the sheets and the muscles in his forearms ripple as he fucks you.
“Make yourself cum,” His thrusts are frantic, and his pace is practically begging you to comply. Scrunching your face in concentration, a few little overstimulated whimpers earn you more words of encouragement. “Cum all over me darlin.”
It's the most you can do to hold on as the coil inside of you tightens impossibly. The friction of him sliding inside of you is too much and not enough all at the same time.
He finds your chin and pinches it roughly, directing you to look into his eyes as he orders you to touch yourself. You do as you're told fingers snaking in between your bodies to find your swollen and abused clit. He grins as he sees your eyes roll back in your head and you come with a shout, his name on your lips.
Joel’s body starts to shake as his words evolve into primal grunts and groans. Your pussy is spent and the sweet smell of your release hangs in the air as he uses your limp body for his pleasure.
He calls to you as he cums, praising your body and plunging as deep as he possibly can as his cock pulses and empties inside of you. The room spinning and your ears ringing, his body sags on top of yours, his forehead pressed to yours as you place an exhausted kiss to the small patch of skin in his beard you’ve always been fascinated with.
You lay together catching your breath, your body slowly starting to feel the soreness between your legs and the dull throb of multiple orgasms that leaves your body feeling weightless and heavy at the same time.
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Affection — NRC Students x gn! reader
summery: what is being affectionate with your fav like?
tw: bad parents (Riddle, Leona (?), Jamil (?)), angsty (Riddle, Leona, Ruggie (kinda), Jamil, Idia, Ortho, Malleus (kinda)).
a/n: A lot of these are based on my own headcanons (Jade).
wc: 2.6k (~100 per character)
Master List
Riddle Rosehearts
Growing up his mother didn’t give him much affection. He wasn’t treated like a child, more like a trophy. Something you keep just out of reach, something you only lay your eyes on. Riddle is terribly touch starved and doesn’t know it. So when you start showing him acts of affection he has no idea how to handle it. What does he do? When is it okay to do these acts? Don’t mind how stiff he is when you hug him or how red he turns if you hold hands. It's something he’s never felt before, and you have unlocked something deep inside Riddle that had been tucked away. So please, give him another hug would you? It helps slowly heal something in him he didn’t know was broken.
Trey Clover
Trey is a total sweetheart. He doesn’t mind affection at all. Growing up with siblings, he’s used to hugging and hand holding. Whether you're affectionate out the gate or need a little coaxing, it's like Trey instinctively knows. He’ll ask before doing anything, asking for consent, getting to know your boundaries. If you don’t like affection, that’s fine with him, if you only like being affectionate behind closed doors he doesn’t mind. Just know that Trey loves any and all forms of affection you show him, no matter how big or little. He cherishes you, and he’ll show you that in any form you prefer.
Cater Diamond
We all know Cater doesn’t mind hanging off you out in public. Hugs, cheek kisses, hand holding, you name it, he’s probably done it. What he doesn’t want people knowing is how tiring it is for him to keep up that facade. Although, when it comes to you he doesn’t even register half the things he does. You’re like a magnet that pulls him in. Though, his favorite forms of affection are behind closed doors, just the two of you, no camera. Whether it be you two existing in the same room, or you laying on his chest or vice versa, those are his favorite moments. He doesn’t have to pretend, doesn’t have to put on a mask to make others happy because he is happy with you.
Deuce Spade
Even though Deuce’s mom has showered him with affection growing up, he’s still shy about it. His image before was a punk, and now he’s trying to be an honor student. So if you ever hug him or try to hold his hand his face will flame up and he won’t be able to meet your eyes. He’s a gentleman though, through and through. Always makes sure you're comfortable even if you’re the one who initiated. He’s not too picky when it comes to affection…but he does prefer if you do it behind closed doors. He loves your kisses, but he doesn't love Ace teasing him about it.
Ace Trappola
Oh boy. Ace is a little gremlin. He acts like your affection doesn’t do anything, acts all smug like you're lucky for being able to hold his hand. All the while his mind is melting and the bright blush on his face gives his true feelings away. I wouldn’t say he’s exactly touch starved, but he does crave your affection. When he became a teen he stopped hugging his parents ‘cus his brother would make fun of him otherwise. He crafted his unbothered persona, and didn’t realize how much he missed hugging until you gave him one. He rarely initiates, but sometimes he crumbles.
Leona Kingscholar
He’s another one who didn’t grow up with much affection, always watching as his older brother Falena got all the praise. He’s bitter, seeing affection as a weakness, like showing your underbelly to your predator. Being soft got you nowhere in the animal kingdom…but he did enjoy it when you played with his hair or kissed his cheek. It left an odd warm feeling to fill him, making him grumble about your idiocy. Deep down, he was scared about how much he enjoyed your affection, scared he’d be upstaged once more and you’d find someone else to love. So he’ll just make sure that doesn’t happen, ‘cus there’s no one better than him after all.
Ruggie Bucchi
Where he’s from, showing affection is like putting a target on your back. It shows a weakness that someone could take advantage of. This is why Ruggie is so skittish at first, always making an excuse to run away if you go to hug him, your hands brush and he’s lifting his hands up to his head (y’know that one position). But once he warms up, realizes you won’t snatch his food and run like a thief, he finds himself enjoying your embrace. It’s like heaven to lay his head in your lap as you feed him an orange. How your hands trace his face so lovingly, like trash like him is actually worth something.
Jack Howl
Jack is a bit awkward when it comes to affection. He’s closed off, but his tough personality does melt away to reveal a heart of gold. He doesn’t mind if you hold his hand, just please don’t mention the pink that tints his cheeks. He does enjoy when it's just the two of you, he feels more relaxed, like he can actually take in your warmth. His hugs might be a bit uncomfortable with all that muscle, but don’t tell him that ‘cus he might stop hugging you then :( On the bright side, you could sit on his back while he does push ups :)
Azul Ashengrotto
This guy…you can’t even compliment him without him running away at first. Although Azul’s mom was almost over affectionate, he’s another one that gets shy at the thought of anything affectionate. He was ridiculed growing up, which made him sharpen his edges. He has a persona to uphold, he can’t be…clingy…oh is he clingy. Out in public it's only small acts, holding hands, hand resting on your lower back, kiss to the back of your hand. In private is a whole other story. Loves hugs, cuddling, kisses, staring at you. Azul doesn’t get much alone time, so the moments you have together behind closed doors he likes to use to his full advantage. Can you blame him? You looked so lovely all day, do you know how terrible it was to watch you without giving you a kiss?
Jade Leech
Doesn’t really need affection, but finds it cute when you seek him out. He loves you, yes, but affection isn’t really his forte. He won’t deny you a kiss though, especially not when you pout so cutely. Jade’s more of a tease, due to the fact that he doesn’t mind a lack of affection, he finds it hilarious to watch you long for it. He’ll brush his hand against yours, but won’t hold it. He’ll lean in close to your face only to whisper in your ear. He’ll gently brush his fingers over your cheek…only to pinch it. But if you're feeling down, he won’t hesitate to whisk you somewhere private and hold you close. He does love you after all.
Floyd Leech
Another oh boy. His ‘affection’ can seem less like affection and more like torture. He won’t go easy on you either. In fact, he’ll probably squeeze you tighter due to his cute aggression. Floyd, unlike Jade, loves, loves, loves hugging, holding, squeezing. Then you opened him to the world of kissing, biting. Good luck with that. Most of the time he’s all over you, in public or in private, he doesn’t care, if he wants to nibble on you he’s gonna nibble on you. If you’re uncomfy with that he’ll try to tone it down (will he?), but he will probably forget and do it anyway. If he’s in a sour mood he won’t seek out affection, but if you do the right thing it might make him feel a little better…but be careful.
Kalim Al Asim
He gives so many hugs it makes Jamil want to bash his head in. Do you know how many ways Kalim could get killed with how trusting he is? Expect hugs, hand holding, pulling, cheek kisses, and giggling. He’s not afraid to show the world how much he loves you, and he loves affection! When you show him affection though…get ready for a giggly, blushy, kicking his feet in the air Kalim. He’s so used to being the one giving affection he forgot what it's like to receive it. Yeah a lot of his siblings love him…but a lot have also tried to assassinate him so… Jamil finds you to be a double edged sword, as you tend to keep Kalim reigned in…but he also goes crazy over you.
Jamil Viper
Does not like it. Not at first. It takes a lot to earn his trust, and growing up he didn’t get much affection if any. So he doesn’t like it, it's a foreign feeling and it's just too much for him. Though gradually, he finds himself thinking about your touch, the way your fingers felt as your hands brushed, or wondering how soft it would be to hug you. He curses himself for becoming so weak, but those curses quiet down the second your arms hold him so sweetly. No pda, none whatsoever. But behind closed doors he's more willing to give in to your tender touches (not that he’d admit it).
Vil Schoenheit
Vil is picky about affection. There’s certain things that you can and can’t do during certain times. With the media always on his back, you can never be too careful about pda. He doesn’t want the world to hound you about your relationship with him, so he tends to keep things behind closed doors. He shows his affection in other ways to compensate, whether it be picking out your outfit or fixing your hair. He has become your personal stylist and you should be thankful. When it's just the two of you though, he becomes such a sap. Holds you so sweetly, trails of kisses, murmurs sweet nothings into your hair. Vil loves you and he won’t let you think otherwise.
Rook Hunt
When doesn’t he show you affection? Flowery words trail after you as you walk to class. Kisses to the back of your hand trail up your arm. No one can outcompete Rook when it comes to admiring you. You could kill a man and he’d be singing your praises while hiding all evidence for you. What's surprising is how he acts when it's just you two alone. Although he is sincere with his usual flowery words, it feels more intimate when you both are alone. When he’s holding your close, staring at you so lovingly, whispering how much you mean to him? I get it Rook lovers, I’ve finally gotten it.
Epel Felmier
Nuh-uh. Affection? That’s for losers! Don’t ask about how loving his grandparents are. Blushes profusely at even the smallest act and then scolds you. He’s a manly man and manly men don’t cuddle! Off topic but I’d love to go on a rant about toxic masculinity and how those stereotypes hurt men more and see how he reacts. Epel warms up to affection quickly, but only if he initiates in public. When it's just you two he’s more chill about it. Resting your head on his shoulder, having you wrap your arms around his, placing a kiss on his forehead—don’t tell anyone that last one…
Idia Shroud
Poor, poor Idia. He only knows affection from Ortho, and after Ortho…once he became a technomantic humanoid Idia couldn’t hug him anymore. It reminded him that Ortho wasn’t…yeah so let's just say Idia is hella touch starved due to self isolation. So you have to slowly bring him out of his shell, revealing that old wound he’s left to fester and tending to it so gently. He can’t help but shiver every time you run your hands through his hair, or when you kiss his temple, or when your body heat seeps into him. Over time he comes to crave your affection, seeking you out but never outright stating what he wanted. Thankfully for him you always seemed to know what he needed.
Ortho Shroud
This poor boy pt 2. After he was created he didn’t really experience physical affection. With his bulky bodies and being made from metal, he wasn’t comfortable to hug. Ortho never thought about it much, although he was curious what affection felt like. So when you hugged him without a second thought he almost cried (if he could). Soaks up your affection like a sponge and reciprocates tenfold. He now hugs you as a greeting and holds your hand when you both are going somewhere. He can’t help it! Who knew affection was so nice! And since you're willing, he’ll always come to you if he needs someone to lean on.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus knows of affection, but being the future king of Briar Valley and extremely powerful he only knows affection through Lilia and his grandmother. Lilia was super loving, don’t get me wrong, but Malleus could never shake that feeling of loneliness. The way people avoid him, how he’s always out of reach. Yet you…you were willing to listen to him and accompany him. So when you even touched him, he wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn’t well versed in means of affection, and human affection seemed even more strange. You didn’t just hold his hand, you’d lean on him, you wouldn’t just kiss his cheek, you’d boop him afterwards. Yet he thrived with anything you’d give him. Malleus is content with watching you eagerly, waiting for the next form of affection you’d show him.
Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia isn’t afraid to show his affection, and more often than not it leaves his subordinates (children) embarrassed. So when you came along, you had become his willing victim. He shows his affection in less conventional ways. His favorite is scaring you, popping out at random like he was trying to put you into cardiac arrest. But he makes up for it by kissing your nose after. He’ll also cook for you…I pray for your sanity because he can be really sweet but it comes in underhanded ways. If you eat his food he’ll be over the moon…if you don’t he’ll pout. It’s up to you if you want to live or not.
Silver Vanrouge
Growing up under Lilia’s wing did him some favors. He’s not against affection, he just never thought about it too much. He doesn’t mind if you hold his hand or if you kiss his cheek. His favorite is when you both cuddle. He’s a sleepy guy, so naturally this is the most common form of affection you both share. Even the animals will join you two. When he isn’t sleeping though, he’ll give you kisses on the back of your hand, guide you around, he’s your personal knight now. Although he does feel bad that he has to leave you a lot for his duty, he’ll always try to make it up to you at the end of the day.
Sebek Zigvolt
Nope. No affection allowed. Your eardrums will be shattered if you try. He’s another one who has to warm up to it. His parents are super loving, and he’s used to his mom always hugging him…but he stopped all that nonsense because he has to give his all to his Waka-sama. Sebek is so intense in his worship of Malleus he finds it indecent to even think of anything romantic/affectionate with you. But when you break him down, when you hug him so sweetly or kiss his cheek so softly…yeah he’s a goner. Deep down he craves for your affection, he loves it to a point it scares him. He felt his heart crack when he denied you once, the guilt in your eyes leaving him with a sour taste in his mouth. He supposes he’ll allow you to hug him, but he’s still got a reputation to uphold.
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SOMETHING I WAIT FOR . . . dazai has a close call. he barely makes it to your apartment but you’re there just in time, in more ways than one.
ft. pm!dazai + f!reader, pm!reader, blood and injuries, mentions of drowning / suicidal ideation from dazai, a little suggestive in some parts, 3.6k w.c.
p.s.! ⊹ ࣪ ˖ if you catch the its okay to not be okay references, ily <3 !!
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dazai hates pain.
if the idiot who shot him would’ve aimed just a little bit higher, it might've been a fatal wound. instead, all he did was graze his shoulder. it wasn’t enough to cause serious harm, but just enough to make him bleed in miseryー just his luck.
the man must’ve been dead by now, taken care of by one of his subordinates. he didn’t stay long enough to find out, slipping from the scene before anyone could try to force him into the mafia’s infirmary. he knows your apartment is close.
he’s nearing the point of being injured where the pain fades and melts into pure exhaustion. he hates the way his blood feels against his hands, and he uses it to ground himself. it’s already soaked through his shirt, wet and warm as it seeps between his fingers and drips down his arm, absorbing into the bandages around his wrist. his already obscured vision is fading, white stars glistening from beneath the edge of his lashes, but he keeps his eyes trained ahead on your building. he swears you used to only have one apartment door, his vision doubling and growing hazy.
just a few more steps. that’s all he needs to make it to you.
he huffs as his hand slips from your doorknob, sliding off the metal from his weak grip. he falls forward, blood smearing against the doorframe where his palm flattens as he tries to steady himself, pressing his forehead against your door with a quiet thump. you have to be home right now. right? please be home right now.
as soon as you open your door from the other side of your apartment, he collapses, landing against your chest. he curls against you, inhaling the scent of your skin with the desperation of a man who’d just been saved from drowning.
“dazai?” you stumble backward, but he doesn’t weigh nearly enough to make you fall. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he grips your shirt in his hands, trying to press himself impossibly closer to you. he can feel the moment you realize he’s bleeding, your chest stalling mid-inhale. “oh my god, dazai.”
his jacket slips from his shoulders, falling to the floor limply as you carry him inside, kicking the door closed with your foot. his feet drag against your carpet as he tries to walk, but he’d rather use his waning strength to snuggle closer into your side than keep his balance. even with your body supporting his own, he plops unceremoniously onto your couch.
“it’s okay,” he shivers when you start to unbutton his shirt, pulling back the bloody, frayed fabric stuck to his skin. he can’t tell if you’re talking to him or yourself. “you’re okay.”
his bangs are damp, yokohama’s humidity and his own sweat gluing them to his forehead. you push them back, stroking your thumb along the edge of his bandage over his cheek tenderly.
“are you hurt anywhere else?”
he tilts his head to press his face into your palm and smiles at you. you’re so pretty when you frown at him like this.
“i’ll be right back,” you squish his cheeks between your hands, making his lips pucker. “don’t try to move.”
he has to stop himself from reaching back out for you when you let him go. he squeezes the fabric of his trousers instead, watching you disappear past the couch’s limited view. he wants to pull you on top of him and beg you to ignore the blood leaking out of his body, to just wrap your arms around him and hold him until there’s nothing left between the two of you. it still wouldn’t be close enough; if he had the choice, he would shrink down and make a home inside your chest.
he tries his best to relax into the cushions beneath him. he’d much rather be in your bed than on your couch, but it was still yours, and that made it enough for him to want to sink into it until it absorbed him whole. your apartment was nothing like his hollow shipping container, the metal walls suffocating in the summer heat.
he could’ve dragged himself there instead. maybe he would’ve finally died from blood loss if he was lucky. that’s what he wants. really.
so then why did he drag himself here? because you felt safe?
dazai came to a realization a few days ago, one more painful than the wound in his shoulder, or the fact he has a mission with chuuya a few days from now. ever since it planted its dirty roots in his brain, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it.
it grew deeper every time his chest tightened around you, or his heart fluttered at the sight of your smile, or his stomach churned in jealousy when someone else touched you.
this, his mind taunted him, is what people say love feels like. worst of all, when he whined to odasaku and ango about how annoying you were, they didn’t stop talking about his “crush” for the rest of the night.
his body protests as he sits up, vision swimming as the walls of your living room tilt. he tries to blink it away when he hears you sigh as you come back from down the hallway. he makes his one visible eye big and pouts his lips when he looks at you.
“dazai,” the medical supplies you always keep on hand are cradled in your arms as you walk back toward him. “i told you not to move.”
“you took too long,” he whines. “i’m dying, you know.”
“you wish.” you guide him back down gently, your hands leaving tingles beneath his skin in their wake. he watches you kneel beside him, organizing the little bottles and boxes on your coffee table. you press down on one of the white lids with the heel of your palm, twisting it and knocking it upside down. you hand him one of the pills that fall out, and he swallows it dry.
you open another one of your bottles, and the familiar, sterile smell could be nothing other than saline. it’s cold against his skin, but your touch is what makes him shiver and his hair raise. you squeeze his leg softly, running your fingers against his thigh. it ignites something warm in his stomach, but it fades to white pain when the liquid absorbs into his wound. he jolts, and you murmur an apology, squeezing his thigh a little tighter. you’re trying to distract him, and it works pathetically well.
when you get closer to clean the drying blood off his skin, he can’t help but let his eyes fall to your lips, slightly parted in concentration. you’re close enough for him to kiss, and against the ache of his shoulder, all he can think about is how you might taste.
he wonders how soft you’d feel if he traced the shape of your lips with his tongue. he imagines the sweet sting of you pulling his hair as he memorizes every inch of you he can, taking everything you give him and more. it’d be different from the other people he’s kissed, he knows it; using his mouth to get information out of theirs did nothingー if anything, he felt more numb when it was over.
he can see a familiar box from the corner of his eye: it’s the brand of bandages he always uses, the only kind that doesn’t irritate his scarred, sensitive skin. he watches your fingers as they delicately pull the beginning of the roll, imagining the feeling of you wrapped around his bare body instead of the cotton he adorns himself with.
you turn him on his side to wrap the bandages around his shoulder and under his arm. once the ends are tied, nice and snug around him, you sit back on your heels.
“can i have your hand?”
he gives you both, trying to hide the way they tremble. you grab the one covered in blood tenderly as you begin to clean it off.
“i guess you weren’t lucky enough to die this time,” you smile teasingly, but he knows it isn’t real. it doesn’t look right on your face, like a mask that’s too big. he can see the worry you try to hide, clouding your eyes like murky water. he hates it. “sorry.”
“i never get what i want,” he sighs. “i think i’m cursed. do you have something to cure that in one of those little bottles too?”
“i don’t know if you’ll ever die, even when you become an old man,” if, not when, he wants to correct, but holds his tongue. “you’re like a cockroach.”
“yeah?” he reaches up to poke your face with his bloody fingers as you try to hold him still. “you’re like a little kid.”
“you’re more like a kid than i am.”
“nuh uh.”
“yeah,” you giggle, catching his hand back in your own. you wipe down each of his fingers, gently scrubbing the spaces in between. “you are.”
when he speaks again, he’s surprised by how quiet his voice is. he almost hopes you don’t hear him. “how?”
“because,” your voice softens, holding his now clean hand. you trace over one of the lines on his palm with your thumb. “you want to be loved.”
he feels like he can’t breathe as he realizes that for once, he doesn’t have the upper hand. all of his walls he’s so carefully built, it’s like they’re made of glass around you. the possibility that you see him more clearly than he sees you terrifies him.
the painkillers are starting to kick in, drowsiness creeping up on him and making his eyelids heavy as he melts against the cushions despite his pounding heart. when was the last time he slept? he can’t remember.your fingers are gentle as they brush his bangs back. your touch makes his eyes fall completely closed before he feels something soft and warm presses against his forehead. he hears a whisper of his name, a quiet sweet dreams, and then he’s asleep.
it only really feels like he blinked. when he opens his eyes again, it’s dark. the light from your kitchen leaks through the hall, permeating the living room in a soft glow. he wiggles his toes, feeling the soft blanket you draped over his legs while he slept.
he gets up slowly, creeping off the couch and across your floor. he peeks past the kitchen doorway, grinning when he sees your back is facing him. you’re halfway bent over the counter with your chin resting in your hand, staring absently at the tea kettle on the stove, waiting for it to boil.
he keeps his steps quiet, walking on the tips of his toes. he sinks his teeth into his lip to bite back his smile as he leans closer, taking advantage of the fact you’re completely zoned out.
“boo.”
you flinch, hand closing around a butterknife on your counter, still smeared with jelly from a late-night snack. you turn sharply, pointing the dull blade in his direction. he grabs your wrist before it grazes him, smiling innocently.
“dazai,” he thinks his name sounds so pretty when you sigh it out like that. you drop the knife back onto your counter. “should you even be standing right now? go lay back down. i can bring you something to eat.”
the thought of you taking care of him like this ignites that warm feeling in his stomach again. an image of you as his personal nurse forms in his mind, and his insides flip at the thought. he wonders if being an executive would give him enough leniency to put you in a little white dress; surely there was one lying around somewhere at headquarters.
“what, did you hit your head too?” he whines when you poke his forehead, hard. “are you feeling better?”
he pouts at you, gaze drifting over your shoulder to a bottle of sake on the counter. it definitely wasn’t there the last time he was here.
“oh〜” he perks, holding the bottle up by its neck, eyes sparkling. “this is fancy! where did you get this from, hm? some secret date i don’t know about?”
“ane-san,” your eyes narrow as he flicks the stove off, breaking the seal on the bottle excitedly. “it was a gift from her after we finished that raid in osaka.”
he sniffs it, then takes a big sip straight from the bottle. it leaves a pleasant sting along the inside of his throat as he swallows.
he sits himself down on your kitchen tiles, pressing his back against the cabinets, cradling the sake in his arms. there’s something angelic about the way your kitchen light haloes around you as he looks up at you from the floor.
he holds the bottle up, sloshing the liquid as he wiggles it back and forth. he pulls it out of your reach each time you try to grab it until you have no choice but to sit next to him, stretching across his lap to take it from him. you follow his lead and take a small sip from the mouth of the bottle, sighing as you sag backward.
“what happened this time, anyway?” you tilt your head toward him lazily, gaze dipping down to his bandaged shoulder.
“someone had bad aim,” he sighs, holding a finger up to his temple. “missed my head. unlucky, right?”
you take a bigger, longer sip.
“i don’t like when you get hurt, you know.”
he’s relieved your head is on his bandaged blindside; he doesn’t know if he wants to see the look on your face right now. he takes the bottle from you, taking a longer sip of his own.
“do you remember when we used to go to the beach?” he can hear the smile in your voice, and it makes his own rise on his cheeks. the two of you would always go after missions, bodies bruised and hair knotted. it was always early enough to watch the sunrise from the shore, eating a breakfast of shared instant ramen and candy stolen from the konbini down the street.
he can only ignore the way the edge of the counter presses into the back of his head for so long, leaning his cheek against your hair and listening to you breathe. he can tell you’re getting tipsy when you start to cling to him, clumsily crawling into his lap. you insist on being the one to rebutton his shirt, swatting his hands away when he tries to do it himself.
“can we go now?” the curl of your lip hits him like an arrow through his heart. “to the beach? please?”
you’re so close again, looking up at him so prettily through your lashes. your hands warm as they rest above his heart, like you could go right through him and steal it for yourself, and he knows he could never possibly say no.
you pick his coat up off the floor before you leave, draping it over his shoulders. you tug it a little tighter around him, nodding to yourself in satisfaction before you grab his hand, intertwining your fingers and tugging him out the door.
the nighttime air is warm and sticky, but it gets cooler the closer you get to the shore. he keeps your smaller body close to his, guard raising as you approach the edge of port mafia territory.
the sand sinks beneath his feet with every step, and he pulls his shoes off by the heel. the waves lap calmly, dancing back and forth with no audience to watch as they tease the shore. he breathes in deep, feeling his lungs expand, inviting the salt and sand inside.
you drop limply onto the ground, laying your head on his shoulder when he sits next to you. it’s quiet, only the distant sound of traffic and the soft splashing of water.
“i wish it could be like this all the time.” you sigh. there’s a determined glint in your sleepy eyes when you look up at him. “let’s run away.”
he smiles, tilting his head toward you until your noses are close enough to brush. “and just where would you take me?”
“i don’t know,” you mumble. “i don’t care as long as i’m with you.”
he always thought he was born with an empty cavity in place of where his heart should be, but around you, it felt so full he could explode. he thinks if he tried to say anything right now, something icky, like the pile of seaweed he can see rotting by the water, would come out of his mouth instead.
a particularly big wave draws your attention away from him, and he frowns when you look away. it only deepens when you stand up and leave him, walking towards the ocean. he watches as you stumble down the wet sand, squealing when the water splashes against your feet. you don’t stop walking until the water is deep enough to cover your shins.
he follows you to the water, hopping on each foot over the big rocks. he’s careful not to slip, crouching on the furthest one out to keep a closer eye on you. he keeps his weight on his ankles, spreading his knees and resting his arms between them. he feels drops of salt water hit his face as the waves crash against the sea stacks, gently blowing the fabric of his jacket.
you turn back and smile at him, holding your hand out. the moon is large and eternal behind you, taking up nearly all the space in the sky and casting a pale blue glow over the dark water. it reflects onto you, illuminating your body in soft light, and he swears he’s never seen someone look so beautiful. you open and close your hand impatiently when he doesn’t move.
“what are you doing over there?” you tilt your head. “c’mere. it’s warm.”
he doesn’t bother to pull up his pants as he slips into the ocean, letting the waves move the fabric as they ebb and flow. he looks down at himself; he nearly blends in with the water, looking black in the night. he almost thinks he’ll dissolve into it like ink and wash away into the sea.
you beam at him as the water laps at your knees. he wiggles his toes into the wet sand and waits to feel the unbridled joy that standing here seems to cause. all he feels is goop between his toes, and he sighs in disappointment. he wants to understand why something like this made you so happy. he wants to feel it too.
“isn’t it nice?” you smile up at him, and he wishes he could bottle it up and keep it for himself. that smile was just for him.
don’t.
he leans closer. he can’t help it; there’s alcohol still warm in his veins, and you’re magnetic.
don’t.
even closer, until he can feel your soft exhale against his face, eyes big. he always thought you were the prettiest up close.
you’ll lose her once you have her.
he freezes. he doesn’t have time to completely change his mind and forget this little slip-up ever happened before you close the gap, pressing your lips against his. you’re just as soft as he imagined, gentle even when you kiss him, like he was something worth handling with care.
you pull back all too soon, looking down at where his legs disappear beneath the water.
“sorry,” you mumble, and the watery way your voice comes out makes something ache deep inside of him. “i…i don’t know why i did that.”
oh.
he didn’t kiss you back.
he didn’t move, he didn’t even breathe. he almost wants to laugh; you really like him too. you, with your stupid smile, making his heart flutter and his stomach hurt when it’s directed toward him. you, letting him sleep in your bed when he breaks into your apartment, holding his blood-soaked hands and letting him get close, despite knowing what he was. you were so, so stupid.
he cups your cheeks with trembling fingers, bringing you back to his mouth. this could be the biggest mistake of his life; the fact he wants you could be your death sentence, but he’s never wanted anything else so badly before in his entire, sad life.
he thought it’d be weird to touch you like this, but it only feels right. when his hands hover over your waist, you press them into your skin, and he can’t help but think they fit perfectly there, like you were made to be held by him.
you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers brushing against his nape, and his knees nearly buckle. he thinks if they did, if he fell into the sand right now and washed out to sea, he’d be content, but you’d never let that happen. he wouldn't even be mad if you resuscitated him; nothing would be better than your lips breathing life back into him. he wonders how mad you’d be if he tried to pull that as an excuse to have another kiss.
he kisses your forehead, your nose, and then tilts your chin up to kiss you properly agai , swallowing the giggle you press against his lips. he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to get enough of you now that he’s had a taste.
“is this really okay?” you’re looking up at him with eyes bigger than the moon, glittering just as bright.
“yeah,” he can’t tell if he’s talking to you or himself. “it’s okay.”
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༊*·˚Sensación del Bloque
✧.* Pair - Joost Klein x Fem! Reader
✧.* Tags & Warnings - fluff and cussing ig
✧.* Summary - Joost finds out about his friend's new neighbor and doesn't act upon introductions until he sees her in all of her beauty.
✧.* Extra- a couple things... reader is implied to be latina, implied to have a more tanner/browner/darker complex, and reader is going to have acrylic nails and gold jewelry cuz those are my favorite things in the world rn… also i dont speak dutch so the highlighted parts are the ppl speaking dutch. ALSOO reader has a place holder smell (vanilla) but yall can change it if you want ALSOOO reader doesn’t speak dutch okay im done now
✧.* Word Count - 1,319
Joost always enjoyed meeting new people. It always allows him to share his work with others. He can be shy about his work but it's inevitable for people to know about him and his art. People never know when they are going to meet someone new unless it's planned.
Just like any other day for an artist, Joost was working with his friend, Antu, on the production of some beats for a new song in his friend’s apartment. “Man, I'm kind of hungry I'm not going to lie,” Antu randomly said, taking his eyes off his computer to look at Joost. They’ve been working on beats since the morning and being too focused on work, they forgot about the basic essentials a human body needs. Food.
“Well, what do you want to get? I don’t feel like driving so pick a place near here,” Joost replied.
Joost felt like it was an eternity letting Antu pick a fast food place. When he finally decided where to get food, they placed an order through the phone for pick up and waited. It was a quiet couple of minutes of waiting until Antu broke the silence, “I got a new neighbor”
“Seriously?”
“Yup. I’ve been trying to talk to her but she kind of ignores me. Like she’s playing hard to get,” Antu shared.
Joist gave him a confused look, “I thought you were talking to Sofie. Did you guys stop talking or something?”
Antu looked at Joost, “No… Im still talking to Sofie but that doesn’t mean im taken,” he said, making Joost roll his eyes.
“Do you know where she moved from?” Joost asked
Antu shrugged, “I heard some of the other neighbors say she’s not from Europe though. Probably somewhere in the Americas.”
A couple of minutes rolled by and Joost decided to start making his way to the place to pick up the food they ordered. He walked out of the apartment and checked his phone to see if the order was complete. While he was checking, he heard the next door open and was met by the most gorgeous looking woman he has ever seen. that must’ve been the new neighbor Antu was talking about.
She was gorgeous. everything about her screamed “goddess”. Her hair, her makeup, her jewelry, her nails everything. Joost didn’t wanna stare, but it was hard not to. The way her hair hugged the frame of her face. The way her flawless makeup sat. The way her gold jewelry reflected on her skin. The way her acrylic nails made her hands look pretty. He was able to smell her sweet vanilla scent from where he was at. something about her, made him intrigued to know her, even though this was the first time he was seeing her.
The woman was trying to look for something in her purse and seemed like she was struggling. She ended up giving up and started walking towards the elevator past him, but what she didn’t notice was that she dropped a euro. Joost saw this and thought that God was giving him a huge opportunity to talk to her. He picked up the euro and prepared himself.
“Excuse me ma’am” she ignored him “Ma’am, excuse me” she ignored him again. He got closer to her and thats when she turned around to face him. She felt his presence. Joost was even more nervous than he was. He was up close to her and felt his body go weak. “You dropped this, ma’am” he said to her.
She gave him a confused look at first and looked at his hand that had the euro note. “Is this… mine?” she said in a confused tone. From that short moment, Joost figured out why Antu couldn’t talk to her. She didn't speak Dutch. Joost didn’t know how Antu didn’t know since he said himself that she wasn’t from Europe.
“Oh, sorry! Yes this is yours. You dropped it.” Joost said in English.
He handed her the euro and gave her a nervous chuckle. She smiled back and gently took it from him. “Thank you so much,” she said to him. Her voice was heaven to Joost’s ears.
“No, problem,” he said. She started walking away, but Joost didn’t want her to. He didn’t want to stop talking to her. He wanted more from her. “Um, ma’am” he grabbed her attention again, “did you just move here?”
“I did. 2 months ago.” she replied, “im still trying to figure out where places are and stuff. Im trying to find a good clothing store near by.”
More opportunities were coming to the Dutch artist and he didn’t want them to go to waste. “Oh, I know a bunch of stores around here. I was actually about to head out to pick up some food from a place that’s around a lot of good clothing stores. If you want we can walk together around that place,” he exclaimed.
The woman gave him a smile and a smooth giggle, “You’re sweet, but im going to pass. I want to learn on my own.”
Joost was slightly disappointed but he couldn’t complain. “W-Well if you ever need any help, im always at my friends place working, stop by anytime,” he suggested.
She nodded and continued walking, but Joost called her out again. “Uh, ma’am?” she turned around to look at him, “Can I get your name? My name is Joost” he held out his hand for her to shake.
She looked down at his hand and back at him. “Everyone here is so nice,” she commented, “My name is (Y/N),” she said while taking out her hand to shake his. Joost was analyzing every detail about her. The way she talked, the way she dressed, her smooth hand, everything. As she walked away, she turned around one last time to tell him, “I like your outfit by the way.”
He watched the way her hips swayed as she walked and was enamored. Joost smiled almost like a dork. He felt extremely giddy inside like he could jump up high like they would in those corny musicals about high school. His moment was cut short though, when Antu opened the door. “Dude, where’s the food?” he said.
“Shit, sorry. I’ll go get it right now,” Joost said while taking out his wallet.
Antu looked to his side and saw his new neighbor walking towards the elevator. He immediately connected the dots. “Bro, don’t tell me you managed to talk to her,” he questioned, but by the way Joost was smiling, he already got his answer. “Please tell me your secret, i’m being dead ass,” Antu said.
From the moment that left Antu’s mouth, Joost wanted to gate keep. He didn’t want to tell him that (Y/N) doesn’t speak Dutch she he bullshitted, “You just got to have personality to pull someone like her.”
Anti rolled his eye, “Alright calm down, buddy. I will say you are lucky though. i’ve seen men basically line up outside to see her go out because she’s always going out. Didn’t think she’d talk to a boy white as you.”
“Okay, fuck you.” Joost replied. He was shocked by what Antu said though. Having men line up for a woman who is new to the country is crazy.
“Dude, she’s basically the street sensation. You are extremely lucky to even talk to her. I’ve seen her ignore so many people. Don’t know how you did it,” Antu commented before closing the door to his apartment.
Whatever spell (Y/N) put on Joost, it was working hard. he wanted to know more about her. Where she was from, who she was, but he needed to wait. He would wait until his death to know about her. He couldn’t wait to see more of her. This was the first woman to ever make him desperate for more and it wasn’t driven by lust.
˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks
this was a little something... where my Latina Joost Klein bitches at
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Bronze (Part II)
(Yuju X Kim Sowon X Male Reader)
Sowon, still weak in the knees after her orgasm, watches Yuju's sinful act with wide open eyes. She never expected the younger of the two to be this kind of girl. When Sowon realizes she just did the exact same thing, her cheeks redden once more. She is this kind of girl.
You groan in pleasure as Yuju gives you head backstage. Despite having a tight schedule, she is willing to do whatever you want. Eager to show you what she can do, she starts to take you in deeper.
You wonder if she wants to show off to Sowon. Yuju's lips almost reach your base, before she has to back up again, slightly choking as her saliva now mixes with the other woman's juices.
The younger one licks her lips and you thrust forward, taking matters into your own hands. Yuju looks up at you as you fuck her face. Her hands rest on your thighs, trying to compensate some of the impact.
Sowon feels out of place as she watches the two of you. Should she join you? Or are you satisfied with only Yuju? The scene that plays out in front of her makes her wet.
The older of the two makes a quick decision. She gets on her knees as well, pressing her cheek against Yuju's. There is no need for words as you pull out of her mouth. Sowon only opens hers to welcome your cock.
After fucking Sowon's face for a while, you start to alternate between them. Three thrusts into Yuju, then three thrusts into Sowon and repeat and repeat. The two girls do nothing but kneel in front of you, occasionally trying to use their tongues as you leave their mouths.
You can feel how your sense for time is slowly getting distorted as you lose yourself in the pleasure these two bring you. It's tempting to just grab one of their heads and fuck that one until you finally reach your end. But this opportunity doesn't come often. Being able to switch between the two of them freely.
"Get up. I want to fuck you."
Both of them stand up.
"Not you, Sowon."
You see her face drop, but you don't care. You just had her pussy, but not Yuju's yet.
The younger girl is standing in front of you, already lifting the hem of her dress. You push her against the same spot you fucked Sowon against. But instead of turning her around, you lift up one of her legs.
"Make yourself useful, Sowon."
You don't look at her again as you penetrate Yuju for the first time. You watch her face grimace in pleasure as she feels your cock parting her walls. Firmly holding onto her thigh, you pull out, before thrusting into her again.
"Oh, god! Yes!"
The young girl's moans make Sowon jump into action. She gets onto her knees again, this time right underneath Yuju. She has seen her naked before, but not this close. And she never tasted her either.
Still embarrassed that you are making her pleasure her good friend, Sowon closes her eyes. She darts her tongue out as she hears you giving Yuju sloppy kisses. Her tongue touches the underside of your cock and moves along it's length as you keep fucking the younger woman. It feels incredible and you lose yourself once more, staring into Yuju's pleasure wrecked face.
She suddenly moans louder, when she feels Sowon's tongue gliding over her skin, right next to her pussy. Her eyes close as she trembles with anticipation. Her pussy squeezes you tighter as you thrust into her as deep as you can.
"Look at me."
You squeeze Yuju's thigh painfully to make your point. Her eyes shoot open, pain and pleasure mixed together in her dark orbs. She bites her lip, trying to be quiet as Sowon's tongue finally finds her clit.
From that moment on, Yuju becomes like butter in your hands. Her thighs tremble, the lip she is biting down on quivers and her nails dig into your arms, where she is holding onto you for support.
"Cum for me, Yuju. Right here."
Your cock rubs along her walls as you drive yourself as deep as possible. Your hips meet hers with every thrust. Sowon keeps licking Yuju's clit, occasionally attacking the outlines of her pussy lips or your cock, before she goes back to her original task.
All of that proofs to be too much for Yuju. The face she is now making is a familiar one to you.
"Right now."
"Oh, fuck!"
Yuju climaxes around your cock. It feels like her pussy is stronger than Sowon's. She squeezes your cock harder with her walls, trying to make you cum too. It does work as you try to hold on, while you fuck her through her orgasm. You can't keep it up for much longer.
Without warning, you bury yourself as deep in Yuju as humanly possible, pushing her onto her toes. You shoot your load deep into her belly, making sure it's gonna take ages, until all of it leaves her body.
You hear Sowon's disappointed whine as you kiss Yuju's neck, relishing the last moments of your orgasm. As you pull out, a big amount of cum starts leaking out of her pussy. Sowon immediately opens her mouth, letting it drop onto her tongue and into her mouth
"Clean her up, Sowon."
You get your pants back on as you watch Sowon hesitate for a moment. But you see determination glisten in her eyes. Yuju already saw her at her lowest, so who cares?
Like an obedient puppy, Sowon moves her head higher, latching onto the younger girl's pussy. Yuju moans as she feels her tongue roaming around inside of her. The older girl tries to clean her with her tongue, savouring every last drop of your cum as you walk away, leaving the two of them to themselves.
You see Yuju around 10 minutes later. The two of you pretend to not know each other as you stand a couple of meters away from her. While the reporters and fans take pictures of her, you are able to spot a tiny trail of your cum running down her inner thigh. It sparkles slightly in the light and the flashes of the camera. Whoever sees it, would think it's maybe her sweat, or something. Only you know what it really is.
#ask#anon#kpop#kpop smut#kpop girls#kpop gg#male reader#gfriend smut#gfriend#yuju#sowon#authorhjk1shorts
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You Deserve Better
Alastor x female reader
Summary: The one and only helps you through a breakup?
A/N- Hope yall like it! This is for someone who needs comfort today!
Your boyfriend. You loved and cared for him. In fact, you had been together for seven years. You lived with each other on Earth when you were alive and well, and now together in Hell. But today was different. He cheated on you. Your loving boyfriend cheated and broke up with you.
Feeling completely despondent, you ended up curled under a blanket in your hotel room, crying your heart out. That's when Alastor 'teleported' into your room, finding you as a lump under the blanket and hearing your sobs.
"Oh... dear..." he said with a smile. You wanted to disappear, to vanish into thin air. You cursed your boyfriend mentally and everything around you. Alastor smiled; he had heard from the other residents what happened and was paying you a visit. You didn't want anything to do with him, so you cried harder because you knew he wouldn't help.
"I'm guessing your little lover boy cheated on you?" Alastor asked, tilting his head. Your voice was muffled by the blanket, but you sniffled and replied, "Broke up after seven years."
"Oh, how sad," he said in clear mockery. Not being in the mood, you said, "If you're going to be yourself with that self-mockery, then go away." You mumbled, sighed, and shifted under the blanket again.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... now, now, there's no need to be so rude," he said with the same smile, then teleported onto your bed next to you.
"Come on out now, my dear." He grinned and poked under the blanket, making you squirm more, letting out a whine. Giving up on the mini fight the two of you were having, he won and pulled the blanket down to see your face. "There she is." Alastor's eyes roamed over your defeated form and back to your face, where your mascara was smeared. The Radio Demon let out a chuckle.
"Quite the mess, aren't you?" To be fair, you were in a vulnerable state. Even a compliment would make you all mushy, so when he said this, you started to tear up and your bottom lip puffed out. Alastor had little patience for crying, but not much.
He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Oh, stop the tears, it's pathetic."
You sniffled. "He was right."
"Oh? And what did he say, dear?" Despite his tone, his touch was gentle. He gently wiped the mascara off your face.
"He said that I was weak and a no-good bitch who—"
Alastor interrupted by putting his clawed finger to your lips. You looked up at him with glassy eyes. "The only weak one is him. He never knew what he had."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that you're not weak, dear, that you're far from weak. You deserved someone far better than him, a pathetic excuse for a man."
"Men suck, no offense."
He chuckled. "No offense taken. I agree men are terrible creatures, well, except me of course." He placed a hand on his chest, gesturing to himself with such pride.
"Others disagree." You wiped your mascara off.
"They're tyrants."
You giggled. Alastor then got off the bed, held out his hand, and you took it. He decided to make you a nice dinner, to show that maybe, just maybe, he was the one and you deserved better.
#alastor#hazbin hotel#the radio demon#alastor x you#hazbin alastor#alastor imagine#alastor x reader#i have an obsession
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Hi, I was wondering if you could do Zoro, Ace, Luffy, Law, Crocodile, King, and 2 Characters of your choice x Reader, where they and Reader are having a romantic moment and just when the moment is just right, something or someone interrupts the romantic scene?
ok, ok, I know, I'm really late with this one. But life is so chaotic that I won't even look for excuses hahah but I really liked your request. I think some came out a little less romantic? I don't know, I'll leave it for your evaluation. I hope you enjoy!
warnings were placed individually in each of the stories.
F!Reader x Zoro, Ace, Luffy, Law, Crocodile, King and Smoker (placed individually)
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Zoro
warnings: mentions of previous fights/problems with an enemy pirate. Zoro is very direct with his feelings. Mentions of drinking (we have Zoro in this one, so it's kind of obligatory)
Another victory, another time to rest in some bar.
Taking the opportunity to explore the new island after solving yet another series of problems, you and your companions chose to stuff their faces - and especially Luffy and Chopper, fill their bellies with food - in a bar they found there.
However, something still stirred you. The encounter with an enemy pirate that afternoon and the way he had spoken to you still affected you. It still made you see your position on the team as shallow, expendable, unnecessary. It still made you want to isolate yourself.
"A dose for whatever's going on in your head." Zoro placed three small glasses in front of you and three in front of him when he sat down.
"What do you mean by that?" you turned to him, only then realizing that what was a full table before was now just the two of you.
"Everyone was leaving, some asking you to come along, but you seemed stuck in your own head." he explained and drank the first shot of drink. "Like I said, one glass, one thought."
"And what are you thinking?"
"That you stayed here because you didn't want to go with the wire eyebrow, of course." he pointed out, eliciting a light laugh from you. Little did Zoro know that, out of all the options you could have, Sanji wasn't exactly the one you were looking for. "Now it's your turn."
You downed the drink and felt the strong alcohol burn your throat, but the words didn't want to come out. It was too difficult to bring into the world an insecurity that, in your eyes, would be so dispensable in the vision of someone as strong as Zoro.
"Me again." he pointed out, seeing that you had remained quiet. As soon as he downed another shot, he started. "You let that shit that guy said get into your head, didn't you?"
"Can you tell me where he went wrong?" you asked and only saw Zoro laugh in disbelief. "I'm weak, I'm just a linguist, I can't fight, I don't have a devil fruit. What am I but dead weight?"
"Much more than you imagine." Zoro responded as if it were obvious.
"Much more? Only if it's much more of a burden, much more of a responsibility. I don't want to cause problems for anyone, I don't want to become a responsibility. If it weren't for you today…"
"If it weren't for me, you would still be alive and well, no one would let that idiot hurt you." Zoro seemed to be stressing about the subject and that became clearer when you saw him downing his last dose and the two of yours that were left and then remaining in a brief silence.
"I'm sorry Zoro, I didn't mean to…"
"You're important, okay? To Luffy, to the crew, to me." Seeing you look away from him, without much refinement or kindness, Zoro turned your face back to him, holding you by the chin. "I would face him a thousand times over if I had to."
"Zoro, what does that mean?"
You could feel the adrenaline rush through your body as well as waves of goosebumps going through you from the point Zoro touched you and before he finished the path to your lips, a loud noise on the table separated the two of you.
"It means I don't want you talking about yourself like that again, please." the ending came out more like a whisper than anything else. "And it also means that whenever you need me, I will protect you. It's not everyone's responsibility, you're right, but please let it be mine."
"Here you go!" Luffy sat between the two of you, practically half on top of each of your bodies. In front, a plate full of different types of sweets: chocolates, lollipops, cotton candy. Chopper was along, already stealing some pieces. "Today we know it was a difficult day for you and we know you like sweets, so this is a good thing to cheer you up. What do you think?"
"I think it's amazing!" You took a piece of chocolate, enjoying it as it melted in your mouth. "Thank you, you're amazing." despite leaving in a loud voice, your eyes went to Zoro, who just nodded and adjusted himself on the bar stool, pleased to see you happy again.
Ace
warnings: Ace and F!Reader have a casual, no-strings-attached affair.
The party and chaos accumulated on one side of the Moby Dick, it was a common image as there was no shortage - and often, barely needed - of reasons for the crew to get drunk and celebrate something. That didn't exempt you. With a good dose of beer in hand, you were sitting further back on the edge of the ship, just contemplating the mess a good few meters ahead, while the sea was choppy behind you, the cool breeze sending goosebumps against your skin.
"Hey, what's a pretty girl doing so isolated like that?" Ace leaned against the free space next to you.
"I just came to catch some wind, breathe a little." you explained, seeing him get even closer and stop almost glued to your side. "And you?"
"I just came to see a pretty girl." He placed his hand on your knee, caressing your skin, which was covered in goosebumps by the cool wind - and perhaps by his touch. "But seriously, is everything okay?"
"Of course, I really just came to enjoy the view for a bit." you explained, seeing him paying attention to every word. "I like to keep these happy moments in my memory, and besides, the night is beautiful."
"Yeah, I like it too." giving up the caress on your leg, he sat down next to you. "I like to think that one day it will be the two of us."
"What do you mean the two of us?"
"This celebration today. It's going to be about the two of us. About me putting you there in the middle, getting down on my knees and asking you to be mine and then, after a while, it's going to be the celebration about our marriage." he saw you laugh knowing he had surprised you with his brief proposal.
"And what else, fire fists?"
"The old man is going to celebrate our wedding, after all, he's the one who has to give the blessing. We're going to drink all night and then, after a while, maybe we'll be celebrating the arrival of our child, I don't know." he shrugged, chuckling at the very thought. "Maybe I went too far."
"For all of this, we need to stop being just hookups, don't you think?"
"You and I know that's not all we are." His tone of voice lowered, as if he was telling an intimate secret - which it wasn't - between you. "You know you mean so much more than just that to me."
"I know and I know you know it too." you turned around to try and steal a quick kiss from him, but were stopped by Ace placing his hat on you.
Gently, he hit the object on your head, removing your strands of hair that were a little messy and then, he helped the small hanging rope. His hand wandered from the object to your cheek, placing a quick caress.
"I love you, Ace." your voice came out as a brief whisper, a confession that was almost forbidden.
"I love you even more." he stole an almost chaste kiss from your lips, just to confirm the feeling.
"You should say that sober." you warned him and saw him walk away with a cynical laugh in him. Upon reaching the glass he had brought, Ace took another sip and offered it to you, who accepted. Water.
"I needed courage to come and talk to you about this today and I don't think drinking alcohol would help." he explained, placing quick kisses along your exposed skin. "So, no more hookups?"
"No more hookups." you confirmed, feeling his lips slide over your skin. "Keep doing that and I'm going to want you to get down on your knees and propose as soon as possible."
"For your information, I intend to kneel today." his kisses found the weak spot on your neck. "But you're the one who's going to be asking for something more."
"Stop that!" perhaps the distraction of his kisses prevented you from seeing Thatch and Marco approaching. "The two of them won't be isolated in this clump."
"Did he have the decency to ask you to be his girlfriend?" Marco asked you, who nodded, feeling his cheeks burn in shyness. "Finally!"
"Then there are no more excuses…" Thatch threw Ace over his shoulder and Marco did the same to you.
"Put me down." the fire fist asked, even if he wanted to, he would have let go of there.
"We need to celebrate. You finally got the courage." Marco pointed out while you didn't even make an effort to get off his shoulder.
It should have been a night for the two of you to celebrate the new agreement between you, but it was difficult to celebrate alone when everyone wanted to celebrate the fact that you were finally and officially together.
Luffy
warnings: Luffy is a cute fool, that's all. Ah, we have mentions of Luffy sinking into the water (poor dear and his inability to swim)
Damn, a thousand times damn. Why was it almost impossible to get Luffy to listen to anything other than his crazy ideas?
Most of the time it had ended well, but it didn't seem to be the same as today. Praying to any god that could help you at that moment, you threw yourself against the cold, turbulent water of the sea. Shaking your arms the way you thought swimming was, you began to dive awkwardly. A few feet below, you could see Luffy sinking.
With some difficulty, you reached him and despite being weak, he still remained conscious for enough seconds to see that it was you there. Sticking to his vest and using the very little you knew, you managed to pull him back to the Sunny and now the fight that was taking place throughout the ship was being contained mainly by Zoro and Sanji, leaving you not much to worry about other than revive Luffy.
Not finding many plausible solutions, you stuck your mouth to his and tried to pull out all the water he had swallowed. When you repeated the gesture for the third time, you saw him wake up spitting, while you were kneeling next to him, relief washing over you.
"Thank you for saving me." he began, knowing you would probably be furious. "And apparently you learned to swim."
"Desperate times call for desperate measures." you allowed yourself to relax for a brief moment. In the end, he was fine.
"The only problem is, I've always thought about doing it, but not right after I drowned." upon seeing the question mark that was practically drawn on your forehead, Luffy continued. "I always thought about kissing you. You're pretty, nice…"
"Have you always thought about kissing me?" You looked indignant, but quickly corrected yourself, letting the little secret you carried for so long slip out there. "I've always thought that too Luffy, I think I like you, more than just as friends."
"Can we repeat the kiss…" before he finished proposing, his calm tone was replaced by a loud grumble as soon as he was hit by Nami.
"You idiot! How can you let yourself fall into the sea when there was only one person who doesn't know how to swim to save you." she insisted, the angry tone clear in her voice.
Some of your coughs caught the attention of both of them, as well as that of the ship's doctor.
"You might have swallowed a lot of water too!" Chopper pointed out, stethoscope in hand. "I need to run some tests."
"Don't worry about it, Chopper." You tried to push him away, but soon you felt him cover you with a cloth.
"Listen to Chopper." Luffy asked this time, already recovered and almost dry, which was a mystery to you how he managed to do it. "Chopper, take care of her and as soon as everything is okay, call me, please."
Luffy had no social constraints that would prevent him from doing that in front of everyone, but something told him that it had to be special. Then he just placed a chaste kiss on your cheek and left. Now everyone seemed as lost as you had been the first time.
Law
warnings: sweet boyfriend Law. This has to be a warning because this man is amazing.
Before you even open your eyes, you can feel a pair of arms wrapping around you firmly, moist lips sliding along the contour of your neck. The warm quilting of the blanket against your skin also made you want to stay there even more. However, it had just been a break after lunch for the two of you to talk - and in fact, talk and without meaning to, or perhaps because of the way his fingers slid under the top of your head in a caress, you found yourself being dragged to the world of dreams.
"Looks like someone woke up from their nap." Law's huskier voice indicated that you weren't the only one to have closed your eyes that afternoon.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one who took a nap." you - even though you practically had to fight against his arms - turned around, just a few centimeters separating your face from his. "You look rested."
"And you look beautiful, even in your sleep." he stole a quick kiss from your lips. "Even snoring."
"Snoring?"
"Yes, the noise was certainly capable of driving away the sea kings that were circling around." he grunted when he felt the light, painless slap on his arm. "Okay, it was just a cute snore."
"A cute snore?" you pushed him in vain, feeling like you only gave him enough space to pull you onto his body. "Don't even think about it, Trafalgar, after that, you don't deserve it."
"Don't be so mean." his hands slid over your body in a gentle way, practically not malicious. "Don't I deserve anything?"
"Nothing." you leaned down, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"That kind of nothing seems interesting to me." he pointed to the other cheek. "Can I have a nothing here too?" As soon as your lips met his skin, the tattooed finger moved to another corner of his face. "And here, can I?"
"Since when did you become so sappy?" you continued following where he pointed, leaving soft trails of kisses against his skin. The last place he pointed was at his lips. "Do you think you haven't gotten enough kisses?"
"Not yet." He raised himself up on his elbows, just to reach your lips and take them for himself.
His hands soon tangled against your messy strands of hair, while almost slowly he allowed himself to explore every corner of the paradise that was hidden between your lips. There was no searching for contact, no mischievous squeezes or grumbling and moaning, just the two of you, tangled in a pile of sheets, exchanging kisses and caresses.
"Captain!" Bepo's voice reached the two of you before he had practically walked through the door. "I found you!"
"Would you mind knocking on the door before coming in!" Law's voice started low and ended almost furiously.
His hands, previously on your body, pulled the sheet to cover your body. Even though you were fully dressed and Bepo posed no threat, Law couldn't help the sense of protection that surrounded him when it came to you.
"What's up Bepo?" You said more sweetly, discreetly trying to get off your boyfriend.
"The captain is about an hour late for his task and Ikkaku has been looking for you for a while too." the bear explained. "And also, if we continue on the same route, we will come face to face with a giant sea king in a few minutes."
"And you just let me know now?" Law grunted, but the stress was short-lived when he heard your laugh, almost like an automatic tranquilizer for him. "I'll meet you in a minute."
Understanding the message, Bepo closed the door and left the room. Your boyfriend's face gave it all away: he wished he could stay there, but he couldn't. Duty called you both.
"I'm coming to sleep here with you today, what do you think?" you proposed and saw him stop fixing his shoes to look at you, a small smile lit against his lips.
"Please." He asked, making you nod. "Well, I warned you."
"What did you warn me?"
"Your snoring, now I have a king of the seas to take down." he laughed when he saw you mumble. The small pout on your lips was covered with a kiss from him. "I'll see you later love."
Crocodile
warnings: jealous crocodile, as always. Brief appearance of our favorite hawk eyes.
Some things started to make sense when you entered the large hall. As an assistant, you knew that part of the ball was just an excuse to attract some enemies while the other part was to find allies, investors or anyone who could make a relevant contribution to the Cross Guild.
Even though you knew all the planning for the party, you still didn't understand why a long, sparkling dark green dress appeared on your table a few days ago. When you saw one of the evening's hosts, you noticed that - perhaps coincidentally - the two of you's outfits matched.
Waving to some infamous pirates - with rewards that you lost count of digits - little by little you got closer to whoever had provided such an outfit for you.
"I see you liked my gift." Crocodile said as you stopped in front of him. Without hesitating, he took one of your hands and made you do a little turn. "It served as if it was made for you."
"I suspect it was actually made for me, am I right?" you accepted the champagne and with an almost malicious smile you took a brief sip. The two of you lived in a cat and mouse hunt between all the years you had been working together, your feelings for him were clear and at least on one day, you expected to be reciprocated.
"I couldn't afford to let the most beautiful lady of the night go unnoticed, or unaccompanied." He said and for a brief minute, you realized he still hadn't let go of your hand. The awareness of the act seemed to reach him too and in a subtle way, he let his hand fall to his side. "And after so long…"
"After Alabasta, after Impel Down, here we are." you concluded his idea, a sideways smile took over Crocodile. "Everyone begging to be at your feet again."
"I know I'm a little cold, I won't deny that fact, but…" he approached, letting the words come out gently and quietly, as if nothing mattered other than the two of you there. "I'm grateful that all these years you've been by my side."
"And I'm grateful that all these years you allowed me to stay. For taking me out of that miserable life." you just said, reaching out to grab another glass and handing it to him. "Here's to business."
"I'm hoping this is the last toast to business." He tapped the glass against yours, seeing your expression remain in doubt. "I hope our next toast like this, you won't be my assistant anymore. I mean, just my assistant."
"And what do you expect, Sir Crocodile?" you gave him space to approach, stopping just a few inches away.
"Instead of green, maybe you'll wear white. And we sure as hell won't have that bunch of stupid pirates." he pointed out, seeing you smile widely. He raised the cup towards you again. "So, here's to our last night of business?"
"Sorry to interrupt." Mihawk's voice reached you as did his brief touch on your waist.
"I hope it's something important." Crocodile's mild expression faded as he analyzed his business partner and wondered why he was touching you.
"I need your help, miss." he pointed out, turning to you. "An idiot who refuses to take his eyes off you coincidentally owes me a few things. Would you be willing to serve as a little bait?" The groan that came from Crocodile upon hearing Mihawk's proposal to you didn't go unnoticed. "It's just a talk with him."
"Alright, I can help you with that." you agreed, much to your partner's chagrin. You handed your cup to Crocodile and taking advantage of the fact that Mihawk practically covered you from the others' view, you gave Crocodile a quick peck. "Last night of business, okay?" the man just nodded and watched you leave with the other man.
"Mihawk?" he called, seeing Mihawk and you turn towards him. "Let him lay a finger on my girl and I'll have his head and yours on my desk."
King
warnings: cute, very cute. Kind of like OC King, but I can't help but write him being cute. Sorry.
Some companions respected him too much - you analyzed it as pure fear, but you preferred to keep the observation to yourself - however, King did not impose this "fear" on you, quite the opposite.
When you weren't carrying out any of the requested orders, you liked to take your time and observe him. How he seemed to have been sculpted by something that went beyond comparison, how he could be affable when no one was around - this Queen insisted amid acid comments that it was an affection directed only at you.
After a long battle and few scratches distributed throughout the crew, in a more private corner you can see him sitting, patching up a possible injury to his hand. Aside from the bandage and messy hair, he still looked the perfect vision.
"How can I help you?" the words spill out of you without giving you much time to think.
"Don't worry about that."
"That's kind of impossible." you moved even closer, assessing his hand. "It's a small cut, it should heal in a few days."
"It was a small oversight." He shrugged and smoothed the insistent strand of hair that fell into his face.
"Can I help you with this?" you asked and he just nodded, giving you space to work.
Agilely, your fingers reached the stubborn strand and began to adjust it back to where it belonged, that is, the braid that was almost part of it. As soon as you finished, you adjusted it so that it wouldn't fall into his face again.
What went unnoticed by you was how close the two of you were, about how when you looked down you could feel his eyes burning towards you, as they strayed from yours towards your lips.
"Thank you… I mean, how can I thank you for that?" his voice was no more than a brief whisper.
"It is not necessary…"
"I insist." he interrupted you, being graced with the smile he knew on your lips. What he wouldn’t give to let you know what that meant to him.
"A ride then." your answer sounded natural to him, as if the idea crossed your mind with a certain frequency. "I always wanted to see the world from above."
"A ride, sounds amazing to me."
"I knew." Queen's voice interrupted the two of you and you immediately moved away from his body. "I told you that this softie was only soft on you."
"Shut up." King simply said without even looking in the other's direction, his eyes following you to apologize and leave.
How did that idiot Queen feel free to interrupt - and even embarrass - someone so beautiful?
The sun was already setting when you finally finished your tasks for the day and out of everything you could have expected to find in front of you, on your bed, you didn't expect to find a small note.
This way, we cannot be interrupted. Neither on this note nor among the clouds.
I heard that especially tonight the moon and the view from above will be beautiful, not as beautiful as the girl reading this note. Would you like a ride?
Smoker
warnings: mentions of a previous incident, but we have no descriptions, just brief mention of it being traumatic. F!Reader is also in the Navy.
Even without opening your colleague's door, it was almost as if you could see smoke coming through the gaps. Smoker was stressed and that was nothing new, especially when one of his missions went wrong.
"Commander Smoker?" your knocking on the door didn't seem to have caught his attention that much, so you opened a small gap, seeing him typically sitting with two cigars in his hands. "I can enter?"
"Yes." he simply responded, watching you close the door behind you and cross the small space that separated you from his desk.
"Here are some reports from today's mission."
You placed them on the table and you could see him still sulking. You had been working together for too long to know that if possible, Smoker would always let his frustration take over the entire environment - and sometimes it wasn't even in the form of smoke.
"I heard that some stupid pirates gave you a hard time today." you pointed out and saw him just respond with a look, he really wasn't interested in conversation.
A small idea, more like a memory than an idea, crossed your mind and you decided to put it into practice.
"You seem tense." you stated and saw him sigh deeply as you left your gloves on the armchair in front of him.
Without even asking permission - if he didn't want to, you would have at least gotten closer to him, you let your hands slide lightly from his shoulders to the back of his head. It only took a few squeezes for you to start to see him relax. Massaging all over his shoulder and neck, Smoker slowly began to become something more malleable and accessible under your hands.
"Those idiots, if I catch those little shits." he grunted, turning his neck a little to give you more room to work. "And you still ask if I'm tense."
"Some things are impossible to go unnoticed." you let the laughter escape you, a comfort to Smoker's ears. "But you know, sometimes you need to take some time off and relax."
"You say it like you take a lot of time to relax." he turned around, seeing you stick your tongue out. "Some things are impossible to go unnoticed." he repeated to you. "How many nights did you sleep well after that incident?"
"Well, I guess…" you thought for a moment, now your hands were just resting on his shoulders. "To be honest? I think it was only that night that I slept there." you pointed to the armchair on the opposite side. "And of course, in the infirmary. Their medicine is good."
"Don't say things like that." he pointed out, little did you know but the idea of that night still gave him chills.
Letting the affection he had for you guide him, Smoker brought his hand to yours on his shoulder and pulled it, so that your face was level with his.
"I believe we both need to relax." he pointed out, his breathing practically mixing with yours.
"Yeah, we both need it."
You could almost taste Smoker's lips when the door ahead abruptly opened, revealing a panting Tashigi in front of you.
"Commander Smoker!" she started and then stopped, analyzing the situation in front of her eyes. "Do I interrupt something?"
"Don't worry honey, I'm leaving." you pointed out and you could hear Smoker practically grunting in front of you.
"What's so important Tashigi." he didn't bother to let go of your hand, even with the girl's presence, even with your body already standing behind him.
"The pirates from the last mission, someone attacked their ship and they sank, so the team that stayed behind managed to bring them in." Smoker jumped to his feet immediately, picking up the reports you had left on the table.
"You can go, I'll be waiting here." you warned without even waiting for him to ask. As soon as the room was empty, you occupied your favorite armchair and, as you rarely did, you allowed yourself to relax with the aroma of Smoker that still remained in the room.
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the bit you wrote about sakura and how he would stick out his hand and it being "a silent and nervous plea for you to come and hold his hand" had me AWWWWWWING.
THATS SO FREAKING CUTE I CANTTT, love how you write him :)))
original post here! sfw, 700 word count.
my beautiful nonnie you are so sweet and i love u for sending this ask so i wrote this lil blurb for you ! <3 thank you :>
"huh? sakura?"
he wishes he never chose to stick his hand out the second he turns around to meet your gaze, heart thumping wildly against his chest when he sees the way you’ve tilted your head a bit, innocent eyes staring into his as you wait for an explanation. “what are you doin-”
“f-forget it!” his words stumble out of his mouth before you finish your sentence, palms clammy as he shoves them deep inside his pockets, pace quickening as he turns and walks away.
it was unlike him to do something like that in the first place. you’ve always been the one to initiate things like this, never failing to bring a furious blush to his face with each act of affection you shower him with. he doesn’t know what came over him in that moment… or how you were even supposed to understand his silent plea in the first place, but he’s confident that he wouldn’t be able to handle the dizzying heat in his head getting any worse than it already was now.
“wait!” your voice cuts through the air, and he finds himself slowing down his pace for you before he even realizes it. with how close your footsteps sound, he knows he doesn’t have enough time to fight this persistent blush. he can feel the heat continue to spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears at the thought of you holding him—
“…you okay? sakura?”
the sound of your voice pulls him out his thoughts, and it takes him a second, a couple more blinks to realize that you’re now directly in front of him, face inches away from his to inspect his expression with a curious hum.
there’s a strangled noise of surprise from him before he’s jerking back violently, sleeve coming to hide the bottom half of his face as he gasps. when did you get so close? he pushes his nose against his forearm, seeking some sort of comfort from his makeshift shield. a part of him hopes it’s enough to mask the embarrassment written all over his face, but deep down, he knows that it’s pointless with you.
“you did that because you wanted me to hold your hand, right? sorry, i didn’t get it at first…” you continue with a giggle, and he only manages a weak nod, words stuck in his throat as he forces himself to remember to breathe.
“i—” he tries to speak, but his voice catches in his throat again. it seems to be enough of a confirmation for you though, because you stick your hand out with a cheerful smile. “it’s okay. give me your hand, sakura. let’s go.”
his breath hitches in his throat when he hesitantly takes his hands out from the bottoms of his pockets, laying it lightly on yours. the feeling of your fingers interlacing with his right after has his stomach turning inside out, and he tears his gaze from you when he catches a quick glimpse of the soft smile you’re giving him.
the walk home by your side is painful, to say the least. his mind is stuck on how nice your hands feel against his, and he’s just trying to walk straight at this point. each step is more of a challenge than the last, stiff and forced— and he thinks it’s because his mind has been consumed by the thoughts of you and the overwhelming emotions swirling inside him.
he feels so warm.
“hey, sakura…?” your voice breaks the silence, and he stiffens at the subtle change in your tone, his mind beginning to race right away. was he too harsh earlier? did he push you away? his heart sinks at the thought. he just wants to be closer to you, to be someone who can reciprocate the affection you shower him with so easily, but he struggles to let his guard down.
“..what?” he blurts out, words tinged with hesitation. his heart pounds loudly against his chest as he waits for your next words, unsure of what to expect.
“did you want a kiss too while we’re at it?” the smile he’s so familiar with returns to your face, and the world seems to stop as he processes your question.
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THE UNNOTICEABLE ; HAJIME IWAIZUMI
🏐 : ̗̀➛ hajime iwaizumi doesn't expect much when it comes to girls, but he thinks he might've finally found one thats out of his best friends reach.
CONTENTS // fluff / light angst / jealous iwa / i switch between iwa, hajime, and iwaizumi a lot so i hope that doesn't bother anybody / some cursing?? idk this is mostly fluff // 1.3k
PAIRINGS // hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader
A/N // I watched the haikyuu movie yesterday and it was so good icl... I wanna write for kuroo now he's so sexy. i tried out a different header theme for this one and I honestly like it more than the other one idrk. anyways enjoy this little drabble 🩷.
// MASTERLIST .
HAJIME IWAIZUMI has always been the less noticeable friend.
It's not like he doesn't get attention. He gets plenty of that. But when it comes to girls, or anything in the dating category at all, most of them flock to Tooru.
He doesn't resent his best friend for his popularity, Hajime just wishes girls didn't come up to him to get closer to his friend.
Him and Tooru are grabbing fast food after practice and a girl approaches him as he sits at the table he chose for him and his teammate. Tooru is in line, probably flirting with the girl across the counter as he orders for him and his best friend.
Iwaizumi feels a little pathetic for hoping that she's going to ask about him. That maybe, just maybe, he might be getting a chance for once. He gets his hopes up, only to be completely shut down when she asks for Tooru's number. He thinks she might notice the light in his face dim, but she doesn't acknowledge it.
"You'll have to ask him. Not sure if he wants me giving out his number to randoms." He says as he turns his attention away from her, a lousy attempt to hide his annoyance.
She nods understandingly, "W-well, thanks anyway." She stammers a bit, her voice small and nervous.
He stops assuming so much when girls approach him after that, always prepared to slide his friends socials and move on with his day.
So, when you approach him, obviously a bit hesitant as you clutch your sides and stare at him nervously, he doesn't even let you speak before he starts spouting his friends socials.
"Huh?" You ask a bit cluelessly, and Iwaizumi looks over at you.
"You're here to ask about Oikawa, right?" He says, staring down at you. He's obviously confused, a thick brow raised as he eyes you.
"N-no..? I wanted to talk to you." You reluctantly say, and he tenses up. You don't even spare a glance at Oikawa, who's entertaining a few girls a few meters away.
"Me..?" He asks, surprised.
"You." You respond, dead serious.
The puny sparks of your attempt at conversation light a wildfire in Hajime's weak heart. The small talk you try to make forms into real, genuine talking.
Although, even when you ask for his number, he can't help but think you might be trying to get close to him just to get with Tooru as he types in his number.
He doesn't tell you that he thinks you're playing him. And even if you were, you would've already had him beat because it's barely been two weeks of talking and he's already wrapped around your finger.
Hajimes lack of need for attention wasn't something you acknowledged at first. You thought it was natural because not only was this his first time talking to a girl, but it's your first time being the one approaching. You don't know what guys like unless they tell you, so you just do what you think is right.
And then you came to the subtle realization that maybe he's not desperate because he doesn't expect much from you. Is he toying with you? Was the first question you asked yourself.
On the other hand, Hajime doesn't expect much because he thinks he knows how this goes (he doesn't).
Hajime respects Tooru. And usually, he wouldn't add a but to that, but... he is willing to go to any lengths possible to keep you as far away from him as he physically can.
He knows how his friend gets with crushes. He'll either do everything in his power to completely embarrass Hajime, or he'll flirt with the girl and make her realize that maybe she doesn't like him as much as she thought.
That's his version of a loyalty test. Take the girl he likes around his best friend and observe her reactions to everything he does. So, that's exactly what he does with you.
Hajime had no idea that you've already met Tooru many times before. You light up when you see him, and Iwa can already feel his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. And then, to put the cherry on top, you go in for a hug. You're even on first name basis, no honorifics or anything. He might aswell lay in his coffin early, because watching you hug Oikawa is the closest to dying he's ever been.
You look over at Iwaizumi to see him glaring daggers at the two of you, a green eyed monster taking over his body as he scowls. Your smile drops, and you wonder what he looks so mad for.
"Are you alright, Iwa?" You ask obliviously, tilting your head and taking a step towards him. His eyes land on you, and they soften ever so slightly.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." He responds, blinking softly.
And for the rest of the day, all you do is worry about him. The pain on his face and the damp look in his eyes whenever he looks at you interacting with Tooru.
When the two of you go back to his place that afternoon, he asks to talk.
Iwa starts, "Is there something wrong with me?" He asks. You're taken aback, but you can tell he's serious by the look in his eyes. He looks hurt.
"Why would there be something wrong with you?" You ask, reaching over to grab the hand at his side.
"I just-" His voice cracks, and you want to fall to your knees right then and there. Hajime is about to cry and you don't know what to do.
The lump in his throat grows bigger the longer he stares at you. "Why didn't you tell me you already knew Oikawa?" He asks, blinking back the tears that threaten to spill like water from a faucet. He didn't exactly mean to ask that, but he thinks it's much better than 'I thought that maybe for once someone might like me, but as always they go to Tooru.'
"What do you mean? I thought you knew?" You ask, oblivious to the thoughts running rampant through his mind. Your grip on his hand tightens when a tear breaks past the defenses he's put up. You want to ask what you did wrong. You want to ask why he's crying. But the lump in your throat from watching his sadness grow and grow is unbearable, keeping you from asking for some much needed clarification.
"Knew what?" He asks, unable to think of anything rational or any kind of explanation for this other than you're interested in Oikawa.
"Me and Tooru grew up together- He's my cousin." You say, eyeing him confusedly and sadly.
Iwaizumi pauses. A wave of embarrassment washes over him. He was getting jealous over your cousin this entire time?
The night you met Hajime, Tooru invited you, his cousin, to get drinks. He must've forgotten to clear this information with Hajime because now he's standing in front of you, his deep eyes wide and filled with tears of anger.
"What? Did I do something? Are you okay?" You begin asking questions profusely, and Hajime just stares at you.
And then he begins laughing.
You're confused at his sudden change in emotion, the humorous chuckles leaving his mouth catching you completely off guard. "Hajime, what's going on?" You ask as he brings you into a relieved hug.
"For a second there I really thought you and Oikawa had something going on." He responds as he places his head on top of yours comfortably.
You audibly gag. "Are you serious?! This entire time I thought you knew I was his cousin!" You say into his chest. He tightens the hug, a deep laugh leaving his lips.
"Man, this is so fuckin' embarrassing." He laughs, and you can't help but join in.
"Like I'd ever choose his annoying ass over you anyways."
And suddenly, the unnoticeable Hajime Iwaizumi feels seen for the first time in forever.
© AAJXS
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FORBIDDEN ADDICTION
Sukuna x Fem Reader
Summary: You were framed. Set up by your ex for something you did not do. The lies he spread managed to wrap you up in a court case, resulting in you losing everything you had once come to love—you lost your entire life as you used to know it. Though you were proven innocent, it did not alter the harsh judgements others had already executed upon you. They outcast you from society; you’re now dwelling in areas they could only imagine in their worst nightmares.
Word count: 3.2k
Contains: Established relationship, slight degrading, fingering, oral sex, throatfucking, light bondage, penetration, creampie, mentions of substances, brief angst, comfort, dealer!sukuna, fem!reader, sukuna is not yuji, both reader + sukuna are in mid-late 20s, alternate universe: no curses
Note: this is the sukuna takeover
Harrowing silence drones as your heels clack against the pavement, the sidewalk illuminated by weak street lights. Life decided to dump the worst period of misfortunate events on you in the span of three weeks, and you are living through the aftermath. Police investigations, termination of your job, being kicked out of your original tenancy, and now forced to live in a rundown area surrounded by high-risk individuals. Your family wants nothing to do with you, nor do your friends—none of this is your fault. You feel like bursting into tears when you wake up every morning; not a thing you have done could equate to you deserving this. There’s nothing you can do—this is how you have to live. The words of deceit others can use against you are the most powerful weapon; you do not need to be armed to destroy another person. Those you trust may not be as innocent as they seem; it’s not the case of who, it’s when.
Forcing the key into the lock, you launch your purse into the hallway and groan. This house is falling to pieces—the glass in the window shaking from the force you slammed the door shut. The wood is rotting, the paint is peeling from the walls, and you don’t have a bed frame—just a thin mattress on the floor. You storm into the bathroom and toss your clothes into the laundry basket; the pain from painting yourself presentable only to be denied from the job interview has pushed you over the edge. How could the people who know you better than anyone else not take your side? Even if the court has proven you innocent, your reputation will forever remain tainted. Your ex wanted to make you miserable, and he won. Won over the heart of the people who created you, making them toss their own flesh and blood away so carelessly.
Strutting through the halls of the house in your lingerie, you peek out the kitchen window and see the gathering in the backyard—this was nothing uncommon; this is how it works around here. A woman passes you as you make your way up the stairs, jabbing a needle straight into her arm to chase that high she craves. She had a sparse head of hair and bones visible for the eye to see—a long-time heroin addict. While it frightened you at first, you had gotten used to it quickly; she was one of the kinder ladies you are familiar with. You’ve been here for a year, witnessing more concerning scenarios than a few drug addicts lurking around your house. You were lucky enough to bump into a dealer who opened his home to you; he’s been here his entire life, understanding the ins and outs of all residents in the area. He finds the position you’re in amusing—a well-off girl forced out of the big city and into the areas they hide from the likes of civilians like you. The two of you grew close quickly, resulting in a relationship blossoming.
As part of your agreement, you keep this place together. All of the cleaning, cooking, and laundry is your responsibility. You serve to please him—that’s how you keep this roof over your head. A potent smell of cannabis wafts out from the open door, and a whistle catches your attention. You turn around, noticing Sukuna beckoning you over. It took you a month to learn his real name; he goes by a multitude of different nicknames, claiming it’s the best way to keep his identity concealed. His legs are spread wide and he nods his head when you step into the shared bedroom, a motion for you to close the door behind you. He was scruffy-looking with his unshaved stubble and untamed hair; unlike many other men, he’s able to pull off an unkempt look.
“You alright, Princess?” Plumes of smoke exit his mouth as he shifts, thrusting his hips up to reposition himself. Princess was the title given to you due to your background. Compared to him, you lived a life of royalty.
“I didn’t get the job.” You pierce your lips together and sit on his knee, his arm sliding you closer to his torso.
“Told you, didn’t I? You can’t have shit when you live out here—they want us to stay ruined.”
“I just want to go home.” You sniffle, voice wavering while tears leak from your eyes, leaving patches on his hoodie.
“Is this place not enough for you?”
You didn’t answer—he knows more than anything that you aren’t cut out for this lifestyle, but that doesn’t make him sympathise with you. Since you got here, he made it clear you knew that once you stepped into this world, there would be no going back. Specifically, the fact that you not only entered this life of depravity but also his personal space. Your empty tears are worthless, though he continues to comfort you, giving you that sense of security he needs you to keep. Sukuna has big plans for you, whether you agree with the future he has chosen for you is no longer yours to comment on. He provides for you, meaning you rely on him. If you fail to please, you lose the few luxuries you are given; a cruel but useful dynamic—at least in his case.
“If you want a job so bad, I know a guy that does porn. I could hand you over to him—” Noticing the low pitch of his tone, you could sense Sukuna’s mood shifting. He has very little patience, and prodding the wrong nerve is not something you would like to do.
“No! No, I’m fine. It was worth a try, wasn’t it?” You wipe away your tears and gaze up at him, his stoic face possessing the most handsome features you have ever seen. His face was covered in tattoos, much like the rest of his body.
“I think you’re just ungrateful. You have it better than everyone else here, yet you still find a way to complain.” His rough flesh rubs against you while he holds your face in his hand, glaring at you with a blank expression.
“I am grateful, I really am, but—”
“You can’t even put on an act when we have sex; at least pretend you’re enjoying it,” He shoves you off of him and stands up, pulling the skin of his face down while he stands by the window, “I give you everything and you can’t give me anything in return. How useless are you?”
“What?”
“What? You know you put no effort in. You don’t even open your mouth properly when you give head. I’ve got every right to take you off your birth control; you should be grateful I put you on it in the first place.”
“Why are you arguing with me—”
“Because you’re pissing me off. It’s every day I hear you bitch on about how much you miss your life—you’re fucking living it; how delusional are you? The world doesn’t stop spinning just because you’re unhappy. You made mistakes, shouldn’t have dated that asshole, and now you have to live through the consequences of your actions.” He yells, causing you to flinch. His tone frightens you; he hardly ever bothers to raise his voice unless you persistently step out of line.
“You know I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Tough shit; my opinion doesn’t matter anyway. It never has.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you—”
“You knew what you were saying; don’t pull that card. I know I can’t give you everything, but I’m giving you what I have. Do you know how much that takes for someone like me?”
“I’m sorry,” You mutter, lip quivering as you glance at him, your pretty face moulded with a pitiful frown.
“Do you know how lucky you are that I’m the person who took you in? Any other man around here would have sold you off for some extra cash,” He tosses the roach of his joint out the window and strides back over to you, trapping you in his full embrace, “I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you, baby. You know better than to say things like that. I do everything for you to live comfortably. I know this place isn’t exactly a dream, but I can’t do anything about that.”
“Don’t cry, come on,” He lies down flat and positions you on his chest, firmly holding your hand in his, “There’s a reason I chose to keep you. You’re the smartest girl I know; you’ve cut me a lot of slack—I appreciate that.”
“That’s because every other woman around here is a brainless drug addict that you profit off; they’d sleep with you if they knew they could get anything for free.”
“Doesn’t matter. They choose to put these drugs into their system; I’m just providing it to them. Women like that have never been my type; I like them like you.”
His hand rubs up and down your back, a poor effort to console you through your sobs. After a while, your eyes grow dry; you remain on top of him, intently listening to the thumps of his heartbeat. It remained silent until you began to stir, sitting up abruptly to stretch your exhausted body.
“I thought you looked stunning today. I would’ve given you the job if I were your interviewer.” His index finger traces circles on your palm; Sukuna’s way of apologising is by not saying the words but finding an alternative which had the same effect.
“I didn’t mean to ruin your mood, Sukuna. I’m glad I have you; it’s a relief to not go through this alone—I appreciate what you have done for me.”
“I’ll always be here. Won’t forget about me if you make it back to the city, will you?”
“I’d take you with me.”
“Look at you, sweet-talking me,” He drags you down and connects his lips with yours, luring you in with his passion, “Can’t leave me behind; looks like someone got attached.”
“Are you not going to deny it?” He grins, revealing his snaggletooth. He looks sinister in a desirable way, a forbidden guilty pleasure.
With his filthy words laced in a silvery tone, you grew flustered quickly. Sukuna may not be financially well-off, but he is rich in experience. His hands drift down down your body, brushing over the outline of the design on your panties. Before you know it, he slips his fingers under the material and comes in contact with your increasingly soaked cunt. He has you in his hand, his puppet; you whine as he relentlessly toys with your clit, his thumb brash with its rough motions.
“You should be ashamed. Do you get off when I talk down on you?” He slips one finger in your hole—an easy entrance. You shake your head and he cackles—a lie the oblivious would catch onto, “Only a whore could get herself that wet before being touched; maybe you do belong here.”
Since one finger has no impact, he slips a second one in and curls them inside, forcing them deeper and sensing your walls tighten around him. You could no longer deny your arousal when the obscene sounds of your cunt were all you could hear—even your own body has betrayed you. Sukuna was ruthless; the force at which his fingers were fucking you was to his liking, ignoring the pleas and whimpers you murmur between moans.
“I truly have never met anyone as pathetic as you. You whine about your old life, refuse to make changes, but stay to flaunt your tits and give your pussy away to a felon,” Sukuna lowers himself, his moistened lips pressed against your neck, “You’ve never had any self-respect.”
Sliding his fingers out, he shoves them into your mouth, expecting you to clean your slick off of him. You could taste yourself on your tongue—a flavour you aren’t familiar with. He was treating you with no regard, vigorously manoeuvring you into a new position while he pulled down his pants. Since you weren’t moving at his speed, you were dragged down to your knees, legs colliding with the wooden floorboards.
“You’re going to open your mouth properly for me this time, aren’t you?” He digs his hand into your hair, bunching up enough of it to get a firm grip. You nod while he pulls his dick from his boxers, rubbing the tip against your lips, “Nice and wide.”
Preparing yourself mentally, you slowly unhinge your jaw before he forces your head down, pushing his entire length to the back of your throat. Your initial reaction was to pull away, but he held you there while you clung to his thighs. You made your first mistake by letting him get his way, abusing the privilege of bobbing your head recklessly. It was becoming hard to breathe, your eyes welling with tears as you struggled to take him. A knock on the bedroom door catches his attention, grunting before he calls out.
“Who is it?” Sukuna didn’t think to give you a break, he instead continued to throatfuck any thoughts out of your brain, wiping your mind clean.
“I need my fix.” The unfamiliar voice grovelled, attempting to rattle the door handle open.
“Kenjaku is—” Sukuna bites his tongue, attempting to suppress his groan, “—In the backyard. I’m busy.”
“He doesn’t have what I need.”
“He will if you ask; he’ll get it for you. Doesn’t take much to—” Sukuna curses and pulls your head back, watching the strings of saliva spill out your mouth. Your lips are swollen, cheeks drenched from tears, all while his cum rests on your tongue.
The presence at the door no longer remains and Sukuna continues stroking his dick, allowing the last drops of cum into your mouth. With that look on his face, you knew exactly what he was telling you to do. You closed your mouth and swallowed, then stuck your tongue to show him it was gone. This is a routine experience; you know the exact procedure he likes to maintain.
“It’s much better for both of us when you open your mouth properly, isn’t it?” He hoists you up and you nod, slung into his arms bridal style as your body plummets onto the mattress, “Get on your stomach.”
Rummaging around the floor, Sukuna finds his belt and binds your wrists together, minimising your freedom to move as you please. You have no support in this position, your face shoved into the pillow with one hand crushing your skull flat. Sliding inside of you with little time to waste, he begins his thrusts hard, exerting as much force as he can to earn a squeal from you. Repeating it several times, he finds the spot which allows him to continue at ease, your cunt welcoming him as he pushes deeper inside. His fingers were pitching your skin from how roughly he was holding your hips, the occasional slaps of your ass not helping distinguish between pleasure and pain.
Before he pulls out, he plants kisses down the centre of your spin, undoing your bound wrists. He rests his back against the wall and carts you on top of him, lining his tip with your entrance. You slide your hands under his hoodie, patting around his abdomen, attempting to peel it off of him. Noticing your struggle, he removes it himself and places it aside, now shirtless as you snuggle your face into the crook of his neck. Sukuna knew this was one of your favourite positions; you ramble on about how close it makes you feel to him all the time. This is something he rarely gives to you; he finds himself coming to enjoy it too.
“Look at me; I want to see that beautiful face,” He scratches the side of your neck as he slowly inched his way inside your sopping hole. You struggle to find the strength to push yourself up, but you manage it with his assistance, “You’re doing so well today. Fucking soaking, you know I love it when you get like that.”
“I never meant to hurt your feelings; I know you’re innocent. My angel has never done a single thing wrong,” The hand cupping your cheek makes it feel as though you’re melting into his palm, his touch delicate unlike the way he’s fucking you, “I’d kill that bastard myself for the way he spoke about you.”
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing. Didn’t know how to make you cum and treated you like shit either way,” Sukuna cackles, his heavy breathing fanning across your face, “If you’re going to be an asshole at least fuck your girl properly. Right?”
“His dick was too small—” You bite your lip and whine as he grinds your hips, his tip massaging your g-spot, “—And he was ugly.” Sukuna releases an amused huff and plasters your face with pecks, soothing you as loud moans spill from your mouth.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Cum leaks from Sukuna’s tip, doing his best to last longer before his orgasm reaches its peak. The way your walls had tightened as you unleashed your orgasm didn’t help him, his grunts filling your ear.
“Yes, ‘feels really good.” You mutter, beginning to slur your words as your eyes close over—body already overstimulated.
That was enough to cause the coil in Sukuna’s core to snap, his cum now spurting out, claiming you internally as he does externally. You slump onto his sweaty chest and his arms wrap around you, keeping his dick inside you for a while longer as you both come down from the high. His chest was heaving, and your legs were aching from the extended period you were held in certain ways.
“I’ll get us out of here one day. I know you hate it,” Sukuna’s voice comes across more mellow than it usually is, passing the warm intent he intends to convey, “Move out of this state, leave all this behind. Get a nice house, get married, have a few kids. Everything you should’ve had.”
“I hope he regrets everything he’s ever done to me, Sukuna.” You sniffle, eyes locked as he slides the strap to your bra back up.
“He will. Do you think he’ll ever be happy?” Sukuna slides off of the mattress, catching a glimpse of the mixture of cum pouring out of your cunt, dripping down your inner thigh, “I think he’ll be miserable.”
“He took nearly all of my money—the money that I earned. He’ll never amount to anything without me.”
Grabbing a towel from the chest of drawers, he wipes you clean and pulls your panties back up. You continue to rant about how you pray for your ex’s downfall; meanwhile, he is too focused on getting you comfortable. While you’re rambling on, you lift your arms up without thinking and his hoodie covers you up, snapping you back from your hateful rant.
“What would you like?” Sukuna rummages through the pockets of his pants, hurling his phone into your hands.
“What do you mean?”
“Is there anything you want to buy?” He hums, putting on a clean shirt while dressing himself properly.
“Maybe a new pair of heels.” You beam, unlocking his phone and opening straight up to the browser.
“Find yourself some and show me. Do you want to say hello to everyone downstairs?”
“Not really.” You poke your tongue out slightly as you sift through pages of shoes, now in your own world.
“I’ll be back up soon; I’ll buy you a little something extra tomorrow too.”
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DAMNED • A. HOTCHNER X READER
fem reader; cheater!hotch (he sucks, okay... reader does too because she knows); smut (mdni, 18+); unprotected sex; ~700
If Aaron Hotchner still believed in a higher power and divine retribution, he knew he’d end up eternally damned.
Not for his life’s work, no. His days were spent pursuing justice. His evenings and late nights were what damned him, the decadent and all-encompassing sin of laying with you.
His hand gripped your hip, large and sprawled to dig into and dimple smooth skin. His wedding ring glinted on his finger. He knows he should stop, that it’s wrong to revel in the way your cunt clenches around him and you mewl as his calloused fingers roll and pinch your nipples. Aaron knows he shouldn’t leave marks on the flesh of your breasts and along your collarbones, and, yet, he does, fueled by his possession of you.
Now, in every way that matters, you are his and he is yours.
“Mm, fuck,” your voice is wrecked just how he likes, raw and scratchy and breathless. “Missed your cock, baby. Left me all alone,” you’re pouting, pretty lips jutted out as you bat your lashes at him and tug him down by his tie before deftly undoing it and throwing it to the side. “Did you miss me?”
Your voice is the whisper of the devil on his shoulder. “‘Coure I did, angel girl,” Aaron kisses you hungrily, bites and nips the plushness of your lips to the point they’ll bruise. “And your pretty pussy. Just made for me.”
You arch up into him, fingers curling in silken sheets he’d bought with his wife. She didn’t know their bed was used like this, that he imagined it was you in her stead every night. “Yeah? You could always have it.”
Aaron grunts from the effort as his hips snap a little harder into you. “I already do. You’re fucking mine.”
You moan softly, walls fluttering at the gravelly tone to his voice. You finally rid him of his shirt, and he can feel the intensity of your stare as you admire the flex of his muscles as he shifts your legs and leans just so to drive deeper into you.
He’d never fucked you like this. Your desperation forwent safety, and the sensation of your gummy walls, wet and warm and molded to his shape dripping on him bare was enough to rid him of all sense. He needed to fuck you how you deserved, give you everything he could. His brow furrows with the effort, eyes falling shut as your soft breaths and whimpers catch and grow in volume.
Aaron clasps his hand to your mouth, and he can feel you shake as he cuts off your air slightly. You slip a hand between your sweat-slick bodies and roll your clit, biting into his skin as his tip catches in you just right on a drag out.
“Give it to me,” Aaron demands roughly. “Be a good fucking girl and cum on my cock.”
It takes a little bit more but you do, wails muffled just barely by his hand as he slips his thumb between your lips. You suck it and lave your tongue the way you do around his cock and he hisses a sharp breath, feeling his own end near.
“You don’t like good girls,” your voice is weak and shaky as you overstimulate yourself, fucking against him eagerly. “Wanna be bad with you.”
You are. So bad. Filthy, dirty. Carnal. The basest of instincts, the destruction of all his promises. He can’t close his eyes at night without seeing the way your pussy glistens with your arousal, or the way you grin when his cum stains your lips and his bruises bloom on your skin.
His hips stutter. “Fuck.”
“Cum in me, Aaron,” you coo, the definition of temptation. “Want to be dripping with you. Gonna fuck it back in later.”
He cums then, hissing as he rides it out until he can’t.
It’s a good thing Aaron doesn’t believe in the divine. Because the retribution he’d face for sleeping with you could never be enough to keep him from doing it. Nothing could stop his damnation when his vice was you.
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The fainting stinging sensation underneath your eyes from Simon rubbing the delicate skin raw, each tear caught in the pads of his thumbs as he wiped them away, his gruff voice seemingly eons away as static filled your ears.
Simon tangled your legs over his shoulders, your joints and muscles too taut to move them down on your own without your brute of a man manhandling you again, your limbs shaking where they were hooked while Simon let primitive instincts take over his body.
His hips rolled, bucked, pounded into you for who knows how long, his cock filling your cunt in a way you couldn't fathom, though your mind has run clear of all coherent thoughts and senses the moment Simon's mouth was on yours once he came home.
But it felt like the ground crumbled right beneath you when your legs shook and voice wavered for the umpteenth time, the reddening mark on Simon's shoulder growing deeper from where you planted your teeth, your orgasming growing again and again- Only from Simon to slow down and pull himself most of the way out, pussy convulsing in a painful ache with another ruined orgasm.
If you weren't already crying then you most definitely would now. Your hands clawed at his thighs and arms that boxed you inside of his frame, words having lost all sense, eyes pleading for something yet he coo'ed at you as if he could understand your desperation. Of course he did. He heard you before he ruined your makeup and hair, before he ruined your smart brain, before he sunk himself inside of you.
"We have to be safe, lovie." was what he said. That's what he always says. And you understand that well and good but even the "barest skin" of condoms never felt close enough. You just wanted to feel him, feel all of him, but he always insisted. It made sense in the beginning, when you two were just strangers between mutuals. But it's been months now and you feel starved of touch even as he's leaving you boneless and overstimulated underneath him. Yet despite how easily he pulls tremors and moans from you, the thin barrier separating the two of you leaves you stuck in an ouroboros teeter, on the edge of ecstasy and despair, your mind unable to pull logic and pleasure together.
A jolt of electricity spiked up your spine as your clit was bumped ever so gently, the Brit pulling out fully with wet, sloppy squelches as the stretched condom pulled itself off partway, tears falling fresh on your face from feeling so utterly empty.
Your hands wandered over the expanse of muscle and pudge to ground yourself, fingers digging into his skin as you mumbled pleads of your desperations, letting his lips press to your temple as you snaked a hand between your thighs. Seeking, searching, you feel slick rubber first, a pitiful whine leaving you when you pulled at the condom weakly.
If it wasn't for the lustful haze clouding your mind you would of seen the feigned mercy give way to a smile coated in glee as he purred in your ear, letting you desperately roll away the condom to toss aside, before sinking himself inside of you again.
Every ounce of air left your lungs while Simon buried his cock to the hilt, walls clenching down around him leaving your body vibrating, overstimulation forcing your mouth open in silent whines and eyes rolling back, Simon's hips picking up with a frantic pace again, his face tucked away in your neck.
Static flooded your senses once more, the mumbled praises Simon let out into your ear lost to your own ragged moans filling the room, nails sinking into his muscles to ground yourself even for a moment as the eruption of denied orgasms finally crash down onto you, spots filling your vision. Only when you felt a warmth fill inside of you did your limps lax and a weak exhale leave you, did you bathe in the closeness, the intimacy that Simon finally gifted you despite how soft he has gotten and how hot his breath felt on your sticky skin.
You'll have to hide away the box of rubbers from now on. This was all too good to let go just yet.
I just can't stop thinking about how much you want Simon to just skip a rubber and go in raw. Of course he wants to, he just wants to be a menace first before he ruins you
I cant finish this one so uh here you go lol
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14. “That was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it.”
jack has been pinning after quinn’s grumpy best friend and she won’t admit how fond she is off him and they finally kiss and she tries to play it off but jacks knows :)
Prompt: “That was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it.”
Note: I’m literally was brainstorming ideas for these prompt requests while driving to work today and literally making voice notes of my ideas 😂 this one ended up a little on the longer side i feel, but hopefully it’s still good :)
“Well I know who you’re most excited to see.”
Glancing at your friend you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, knowing exactly who she was talking about.
“More like who I’m going to avoid at all costs.”
Your friend just shaking her head, she along with everyone in your friend group knew how you secretly felt about Jack. But you’d never admit it. Not even to Quinn, his own brother and your best friend for years.
You and Quinn met first, then he slowly introduced you to his brothers, knowing they could be a lot to handle when all together. Luke you didn’t mind, but something about Jack just got under your skin. His confident cocky attitude, the way he was literally good at everything he did, his adorable smile and the way his laugh lit up a room. No, y/n, shut up. Nothing about Jack Hughes was anything to blush over.
“Gonna be kind of hard when we all are stuck on a boat together. And when Jack looks like that.” Your friend pulling down her sunglasses to get a look at Jack, in just his swim trunks as he helped Quinn load up the boat.
Since Jack’s shoulder surgery you’d heard that he’d been hitting the gym pretty hard. And it was sure paying off, sure you admit that he looked good. But you didn’t dare tell him, not needing to boost his ego any further.
“Oh lord…just another thing for him to brag about.”
Rolling your eyes you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the adventure this day would be. Trying your best to not be a total jerk all day and have some fun.
Quinn waved at the two of you as you approached the boat, Luke taking your bags and setting them on the deck.
“Okay, so Jack and I got pretty much everything ready to go. The only thing left to pack is the cooler, y/n do you mind going to pack that? You’re the go to bartender around here.”
Flashing a smile to Quinn you accepted the task and headed into the garage of the lake house. Eyeing up all the alcohol in the fridge and trying to decide what to bring.
After getting an initial idea, you scanned the room for the cooler, only to find it on the top shelf completely out of reach.
“How the fuck do the Hughes boys reach that? No way one of them got that thing up there.”
Rolling your eyes you tried to find anything that could help you reach, opting to try and stand on a few cases of beer. Only to still be a few inches short.
“Can I help?”
The playful tone of Jack’s voice echoing through the garage and making you cringe. Of course he shows up, loving the fact that you needed him when he knew the feeling was killing you inside.
“Nope, I can do it myself.” Trying to stand on your tippy toes, you swiped for the cooler, only to miss and stumble off the piled of beer boxes. Bracing yourself to fall face first, you shut your eyes tight, only to be caught by the arms of Jack.
His arms that were now much bigger than you’d remembered, his skin sun kissed from being out on the boat all morning, your heart racing from the fall, but also the closeness of the two of you.
“Are you okay?”
He slightly chuckled as he helped you back to your feet, his arms still wrapped around you as he smiled down at you. Sensing how nervous you’d become. Your heart racing as you looked back up at him, not noticing his face moving closer to yours.
Before you could react, he’d placed a kiss on your lips, nothing crazy, testing the waters more so to gauge your reaction. And when you didn’t pull away, Jack knew he’d gotten through your cold act you kept up with him.
“I’ll take that as a yes, and dare I say, I think I make you nervous y/n.”
Scoffing you quickly threw drinks into the cooler, flustered as you just wanted to get onto the boat as quickly as possible.
“That was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it Jack Hughes.”
Reaching for the cooler, your arm practically popping out of place at the weight of all the drinks. Jack laughing as he came over to help.
“If I help with the cooler do I get a kiss for that too?”
“You wish Hughes.”
Rolling your eyes you took your hand from the cooler, leaving him to carry it all by himself.
“Hey! What gives?”
“Well you’re loving showing off your new muscles, so I thought you could put them to work.”
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Yandere! Male! Stripper x client! gn! reader
Ehh it feels so weird writing another yandere after MONTHS of only writing about the pre-implemented boys. So, enjoy!
Also, Dino isn't human. Just putting that there so ya'll aren't put off!
Also, extra long fic as an apology for the delay.
Notes: Inherently sexual talk, exploitation, implied coercion (not to the reader, and not elaborated. Only mentioned) Cryptid(?) Mentioned is not accurate, more like a self interpretation.
Yandere! Stripper name: Dino (Dee-no)
The music was so loud inside the prestigious strip club named "Tease." Red lights that hurts to look at if you're not used to it, the smell of alcohol, smoke, and sex lingering in the air, and how can one forget the display of skin exposed?
In this strip club, almost everything is allowed as long as it's consensual.
That comes with a lot of loopholes that a lot of clients exploit, but the way the club only panders to those who have a lot of money, aka the upper echelon of society, means that they get to get away with their... faults, most of the time.
Prestigious in name, their workers and strippers were pampered yet were overworked in a sense that they are obliged to do thing even if they're not in the contract. For example, sleeping with their clients.
It's called the "Special golden shower". Despite it's unfortunate yet intentional name, the client will order from an array of drinks on a menu, and one of them is the "Special golden shower" or SGS for short. This 5,000$ splurge of money is a way to order a stripper for a night. And, if you add 5,000$ more, the stripper is theirs for 24 hours. Of course, the club isn't stupid enough to not throw in freebies. The client can rent a "special" room, in which there's a stripper pole on a stage, a king sized bed, sanitized toys, and contraceptives. There's also alcohol, even food if they want. And the add on for 5k$? They can take out their choice of stripper from the club.
The stripper? Forced to accept it since the split of the money is 50/50. That's 2,500 for a night. If lucky, 5,000.
There's also a special incentive to those who "booked and hooked" clients the most every month. Straight up 3,000$ bonus.
Now who would say no to that?
And the stripper who consistently got number 1 spot for the male strippers, and possibly overall, is Dino.
Nobody knew where Dino came from. He just came to Tease one day, wanting a job as a stripper, saying that he fits their criteria with so much confidence.
And he did. His body, obviously a product of rigorous work out, is lean yet muscular. His hair was luscious and smooth, obviously well groomed. A smooth, angular face that's universally handsome, and stature that rivals even to those in beauty pageants.
Also, his demeanor that's always a "yes-man" made him the perfect employee.
The Tease management love him. He rakes in so much money because he pulls in so much clients. Like an idol, he has loyal fans that goes crazy whenever they knew Dino would have a show. Money upon money, they would scramble to get the SGS bundle. And those who underwent Dino's "care", they would say it was the best sex they had in their entire life. Hell, they said they felt so tired and so weak afterwards. Some even had to get a wheelchair.
Well, that was the rumors anyways.
But this honestly made you curious.
"Hey! Did you hear that the owner's kid is visiting?"
"Really? Why?"
"I don't know really. But this means we need to put on a show. Like a really good show."
Dino paused from washing his face, hearing his other stripper-mates talk about the owner's kid.
He grabbed his soft towel and patted dry his face, intrigued by the news. So he went to his chair and started to slowly put his skin care routine while eavesdropping on the conversation.
"Shit, do you think I can bag 'em? Maybe they'll order the SGS."
"You sure the kid isn't ugly or something? I don't want to fuck some ugly ass--"
"SHUT YOUR TRAP DUDE. Do you want to get fired or something?"
Dino rolled his eyes and decided to shut the conversation from his mind and continued to do his skincare.
'Foolish humans, really. Can they be so conceited in face of such a large sum of money?'
Dino isn't exactly human.
When he's finally of-age, he decided to leave his hometown and mingle with the humans. He's always been so fascinated with them, seeing these people that holds no kind of power at all yet almost dominated earth.
His parents warned him that they are nothing but greedy and destructive. Did he listen? No.
When he finally got to the mainland, he got swept up by the wrong crowd. And naive Dino, got plunged into the night life.
The once bubbly and kind incubus is no more.
At least, with his current lifestyle, he gets fed regularly with sexual energy and life force to the point that he doesn't need to drain that much energy at all. Besides, he enjoys the attention sometimes. If the people weren't creeps.
His parents were right. Humans are disgusting creatures who will spend so much money just for a night of pleasure. And they don't even need it, it's a want.
Their stares, their words, their touches... It's absolutely vile.
But then, Dino is a hypocrite. The money that came from it was too good to be true that even though he doesn't like it, he continued to be Tease's number 1 employee.
He sometimes dream of what his life once was. A hopeless romantic, someone who will find the perfect partner, and promise eternal love with one another. Respecting boundaries, safely and consensually explore kinks and plays, and Dino would only feed on their sexual energy and not anybody else.
That's now a far fetched dream.
The door creaked open, making him snap out of his train of thought.
"Show's in an hour. The owner's kid will be watching, so be presentable... As much as a stripper can be, and give them a memorable time." The stage manager said, before leaving them once more.
Dino sighed and put on his latex micro shorts, kinky boots, and his leather straps. A little bit of perfume, and a sweep of his hair. Some glitter, and he's done.
As expected, a lot of people came for Dino. He tried to squint his eyes as he leaned on the pole. The blaring lights didn't allow him a clear vision of the people on the audience. So he can't tell who's who at all.
The money kept raining as he did a back bend, ascending to an Ayesha. He wanted to bag the owner's kid so much. Maybe they'll give more money.
So he amped up the allure, and admittedly, he raised his charms by using his powers.
More money raining on him, he decided to just give the ultimate show he can.
As expected, he heard the bell that someone ordered the SGS bundle for him.
"You lucky dog." The stage manager slapped his ass, making him glare at him. "The owner's kid booked a 24 hour SGS bundle for you. That's 5k. But that must mean nothing to you since you always get 'em."
Dino smirked, it worked well.
So, he cleaned himself up and went up to the special room.
He saw you, and he's genuinely surprised. He thought you were gonna be some... "Facially challenged" person, but he finds you very pleasant looking. Attractive even.
"Hello, i'm Dino." His smooth voice came out of his mouth. "And may I ask your name, master?"
He smirks. Most clients liked it if he called them master.
You frowned a bit before waving him off.
"Please don't call me that." You said, a bit overwhelmed. "Honestly, i'm only here to shake off my dad. He's really strict, and thinks I shouldn't go anywhere near Tease. So..."
Dino blinked. He didn't expect the owner to be a "wash-hand" type of person. Wash-hand as in he tries to keep his reputation clean but his work involves something "nasty" in society's standard.
"Really? And you're already an adult. So what's with his business breathing down on your neck like that?" For the first time, Dino felt comfortable talking with a client. He sat down on the stage's ledge and looked at you.
"Ugh. I don't know." You twirled your hair with your fingers. And this action didn't go unnoticed by Dino who was looking at you intently. "He's not the best person. He thinks that if I go near here, i'll turn into a... Whore."
Dino was flabbergasted. "What the fuck? What kind of father..."
"I know right?" You raised your hand, annoyed. "I hate him so much."
He started to examine you. True to your words, your outfit is on the conservative side. The only skin showing is your hands, neck, collar bone, and face. In all honesty, you stick out like a sore thumb.
"Hey, you know..." Dino cleared his throat. "With you booking me, that means that I will do whatever you want. Um, so are you here to rebel? Maybe loose your virginity to me or something?" Dino tried to laugh, wanting to lighten the mood. "Or are you secretly not one already?"
"Oh no. I'm not here for that." You stopped him from saying more. "I'm just here to piss my dad off, spend his money in here. I mean, it will still be his really. And renting you for 24 hours will make him go crazy. So uh, help a poor person here?"
For the first time, he didn't dread SGS. Somehow, that lifted a heavy weight on his shoulders even just this once.
It's a well needed break that he welcomed.
"Yeah, sure. Why not. What could go wrong?"
Everything went wrong.
Dino panted, gripping the counter as he washed his face again and again.
But somehow, he can't get rid of the fluster he's feeling right now.
It's been months since he first met you. And true to your words, you both only hung out. A natural friendship born out of helping each other took place. You were his rest, and he was your hero.
He's content with that.
"Like hell I am." He spat out, glaring at the mirror as he brushes his hair back.
That only lasted for two months.
The way you talked to him like he's an actual person and not a sex toy-- it was so refreshing that he started to look forward to your every booking.
Yes, you regularly went back to Tease to book him again and again to piss off your dad who can't do anything. After all, he's all bark and no bite.
It was dangerous.
The more he learned about you, the more he wanted to dig more. At first, he thought you were just a spoiled human who wanted to rebel against your father. But in reality, you were a person who was swallowed by FOMO, and been left out so much because of your upbringing.
He felt pity at first, and that pity turned into a need to save you from your father. He wanted you to experience things you wanted to. Like alcohol, sex, or just to party in general.
As bad as it sounds, he desires to drag you down and influence you to the night life that he knows. Which is darker than the standard. He wants you to know how it feels, he wants you to feel what he knows...
Until that want turned to wanting you.
When did it all start? This heavy feeling inside of him?
His buried innocence was surfacing once more. His hopeless romanticism is eating him alive every time you talked to him. He felt like you were saving him from the wretched world he knows.
Classic knight saves the princess trope, he knows. But god does it feel good to be treated like a person for once. He felt so alive around you and your understanding and non-judgmental personality. He loved that you didn't feel disgusted every time he touches you, or winces at his clothes.
He aggressively rubs the towel on his face and throws it back on the hamper before marching to his chair. He started to quickly apply his skin care routine. The unwanted excitement of seeing you again was bubbling beneath his skin.
He needs to be more beautiful. More handsome, exquisite.
More. And more.
Your damned eyes. Your eyes that he can't forget about at all.
"Fuck!" He almost broke the mirror when he threw his moisturizer bottle at it. "I'm so far gone..."
Your eyes that didn't hold any affection for him.
He can feel it. The need to take you against your will. The hunger for that life force and sexual energy that he desperately needs. But he shouldn't. He really shouldn't.
After all, you kept booking him again and again without any sex. He's about to keel over and just take you then and there just to get what he needs. Especially that it's the first time in so long that he's gone so long without an abundance of it.
He's loosing control. Quickly.
"Hey, Dino. The owner's kid is here again. They said you're booked again for them. Just making sure you know." The stage manager said, breaking the silence in the empty dressing room. Dino nodded and grabbed his boots to wear.
He's going insane.
He wants to be the only one in your eyes. He wants to be your every firsts.
So he'll doll himself up more and more just for you to look his way with unbridled love that he so desperately craves.
And maybe, you'll save him from this hellhole he created once and for all.
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Ryomen finds out you like it rough on accident ❤️
MINORS DNI
18+
A/N: This is from my fic Roses For My Nightgale on Ao3
You and Ryomen met each other round for round last night. You’ve only slept with two men in your entire life and that’s Toji and your ex fiancé. But regardless, you were never one to have stamina when it came to sex. However, something lit up within you and once you started you couldn’t stop. It was like something snapped for the both of you after the first time and you couldn’t get enough.
It’s 4:47am and you’ve been having slow deep passionate sex on and off for hours. There was finally a stopping point where you asked to go splash some water on your face. You had came not once, not twice, not even three times but six in total. Out of those six, Ryomen had came only twice. It might have stayed that way if he hadn’t revealed something about you accidentally. There was something that you nor Ryomen hadn’t known about at least not until now. That you liked it rough.
You were in the bathroom washing your face when a disheveled Ryomen appeared in the bathroom door. He stood their admiring your beautiful face and body blanketed with a light sheen of glittering sweat. Your hair was even sticking out in every direction.
“Simply beautiful.” He says with a mischievous grin.
“You’re crazy. I look a mess.” You laugh lightly trying to fix your hair in the mirror.
“A filthy sexy mess. Let me mess you up some more, hm?” He says making his way behind you kissing your neck and pressing his semi hard cock against your bare ass. He sneakily sucks his fingers and reaches around, covering your entire pussy with his palm as he rubs your juicy clit with his middle and ring finger.
“~ Mmhhh ~” You moan and reach back to caress the back of his neck as he grinds against you. Ryomen isn't one to have weaknesses but when your nails dragged against the smooth part of his undercut, his body moved on its own volition. As soon as your nails graze his scalp, he winds his other hand back and slaps your ass. You gasp, unexpectedly gushing on his fingers. Fascination flicked in his carmine hues when he locked eyes on you in the mirror. Your expression was one of shock and hunger. You had never liked rough sex because your abusive ex fiancé was rough with you in and outside of the bedroom so it was triggering. You had intense sex with Toji when you were together but even still when he went too hard, you had to block out the memories from your ex.
But right now your head is empty. Completely empty and for some reason and you’re craving more of what just happened. More of the painful pleasure.. and with Ryomen you feel safe enough with him to want that. That’s why your expression morphs from shock and hunger to pure throbbing desire.
“Oh? Is that what you need? You like it rough, hm?.. Tell me, baby.” He coos against your ear as he gently lifts one of your legs on the counter, caressing your thigh and dragging his tip against your slick tight hole.
“Mmmmyess pleease Ryomen . Fuck meeeEeaAhh!” You gasp as he thrusts hard into you with no warning.
“Nnghh.. tell me.. mmh.. tell me what else you like, hm?” Ryomen says in between the slow hard thrusts.
“Ah! T-too slow. It’s too slo-OOhhYess!! ~ fucckkkk~” You say when you’re interrupted by the quickening snaps of Ryomen’s hips. Your jaw drops at the sudden change of pace and you move your hand to try and get him to stop but you grab the counter instead. It hurts but it hurts too damn good for him to stop. He notices this and continues plowing you.
“Mmmhh that’s right.. Let me fuck you, baby. Nngh…Let me fuck you.. ff-fuck. You really do like my voice huh?” He grins as he felt the throb of your walls each time he spoke.
Ryomen pounded into you just the way you needed. Your cries of pleasure were symphonies to his ears. You could tell he was holding back for the risk of hurting you but it still felt like pure ecstasy. The stretch, the girth, and the thick veins on his cock stroked your gummy walls with pleasurable accuracy. The cherry on top was his length. It reached depths that made your eyes roll back but not too much. It was just right.
“What else do you like hm? Nngh… I can tell you want more. You need more dontchu, princess?” He groans behind you.
“Y-yes!! M-more!! P-Pull.. awmm.. My ~ hahh~ my-!” You try to explain but you’re cut off when Ryomen snatches your hair in a tight fist. He chuckles darkly when he feels your pussy flutter around his length.
“Hahhoohhfuckyeah! Mhm. That was it wasn’t it, flower? Fuck. Open your eyes and look at you.” He groans.
You do your best to open your eyes and when you do you, what you see is pure primal passion. You and Ryomen are glistening in sweat and your flush bodies collide with one another. Your breasts are bouncing with each thrust and his once gelled hair is now falling over his face with scarlet hungry eyes piercing through at you. One hand is gripping your hip while the other is fisted in your hair.
“Such a good girl, taking me like this. All sweaty and ~ff-fuck~ …fucked out for me..nnghhh. So fuckin gorgeous and all mine.” He says breathlessly.
“~ Y-you’re ~ Ss-o sweet t’m- meee . Y-you c-called me hahh!! G-gorgeouss. Do you mmhh do you m-mean it?” You stutter as tears roll down your cheeks.
Suddenly, Ryomen’s hand flew from your hair to your throat and he pulled you against his chest as he fucked deep into you from behind. The unexpected action made your pussy throb and wildly spasm with delight as you gasped, causing his hips to stutter. Ryomen pressed his face against the side of yours and he slowed his thrusts to deep and sensual. He loves how beautiful you are, crying out to him in the midst of painful bliss. His hot wet tongue licks up the stream of tears before kissing your cheekbone as he growls in satisfaction against the side of your face. He’s a fucking animal for you and you’re thriving on each second of it.
“When I’m deep inside you like this, it’s all for you. When I give you my attention, it’s locked on you.. and if I mmhh call you gorgeous, s’cause you are. Nngh..Nobody matters to me but you. I mean it. Not that flight attendant.. not that hostess.. Mmhh, only you. Even now. I can’t…can’t get enough. Ff-fuck.. Do you feel what you do to me?? Talk to me,huh? You like how I make you feel, flower?” He groans breathlessly against your ear as his grip on your neck loosens. Your hand clasps over the hand gripping your hip.
“~ Yess~ …yess I do ..mmMmmooo oohh yessss Ryommffph.” You moan as Ryomen harshly turned your jaw and cut you off with a vulgar kiss. Your tongues tangle as his thrusts penetrate deeper within your sopping core. His words made your heart swarm with butterflies and your center flood with arousal, causing your juices to run down his thighs.
“MMmmmffffuck!” Ryomen growls against your lips as he spills thick warm seed into you.
Both of you are panting and fighting to catch your breath. If Ryomen wasn’t sure he couldn’t go another round before, now he is. It's like all the subtle sexual tension over the last couple months between you two had built up and boiled over. Now, the both of you are tapped out as Ryomen repositions his hand to slowly pull out of you. You whimper as your pussy flutters around nothing and you feel his warmth depart from your back momentarily. You weakly reach behind you for him. He sees you reach for him and his heart swells with affection. How cute. He thinks. You think he’s leaving and you still want him impossibly close after he’s been inside you for the last few hours. His sweet flower needs him.
“Ryomen d-don’t leave.. I can’t..my..m-my ” You say wearily.
“Shhhh..I’m here, flower.” He says slowly bringing your leg down from the sink and holding onto you as your knees buckle.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He says huskily before kissing your head.
You’re too tired to calculate what’s going on but from the wet warmth of the cloth, you can tell that Ryomen cleaned you up. A few moments slip by without your knowledge and the next thing you know, you’re in Ryomen’s embrace on the plush soft comfort of the mattress. Your eyes flutter closed once again before falling into slumber.
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Sawuwa with reader who finally gets their own body and immediately gets carried away princess style PLEEEEASE 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺
SAWuWa Headcanon pt. 5.1 .ೃ࿔*:･
requested!
characters: Rover, Jiyan (I keep forgetting its Jiyan not Jinyan--), Scar, I'll add more characters soon.
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Rover.ᐟ
takes place presumably sometime after chapter 1/patch 1 story.
➥ other than you, Rover is probably one of the most happiest person in Sol-III now that you got your own body!
➥ because honestly, they had a rough time partly sharing their body with you, it was like not having any privacy! they could hear your thoughts, and you could hear theirs. They were like the anchor to your disembodied soul that either floated around nearby or was in your body like an imaginary voice in the head.
➥ but despite the rough bumps you started off with the main character, you two became very close, forcibly perhaps with being forced to be so close to each other, but still, genuinely close.
➥ so when you were a bit disoriented having your own body they easily picked you up in a princess carry with a bright smile on their face.
➥ "it's finally nice to see you in solid form." they remarked with a chuckle.
➥ feeling a bit weak you were still able to respond, "you don't have to carry me y'know" your voice was soft as you stared at their piercing golden orbs as if the blood of the gods spilled to create such beautiful eyes.
➥ the Rover hummed thoughtfully "I know, just want to."
➥ some part of them knew they'd miss being so close to you.
➥ "can't believe I have my own body, now I have to walk all over the place like you." you scrunched up your nose in annoyance at the thought. Rover laughed at your musings, that was the first thing you were worried about after getting your own body?
➥ "you're worried about the journey but not the tacet discords?" they pointed out and you flailed your arms in frustration "ugh you're right!"
➥ "just stick with me and I'll protect you" they said holding you tighter.
Jiyan.ᐟ
takes place when you end up getting separated with the Rover and ended up getting your own body. probably around the time when Rover was building that huge gun thingy to get close to the threnodian.
➥ The minute you are forcibly separated from the Rover, no longer a specter, no longer a voice with no body to its name, the first one who is over their shock would be General Jiyan.
➥ you feel a bit disoriented, your body swaying as you felt dizzy, your body leaned a bit too far in one direction and suddenly you find yourself falling.
➥ oh but don't worry! well toned arms wrapped themselves around you preventing any injuries.
➥ "Thank you" you managed to say as you steadied yourself, his arms no longer enveloped you but a hand was on your shoulder instead.
➥ "It is no problem." he curtly replied "you seem to be disoriented, it seems that getting your own body has exhausted you." his brows furrowed as the more doctor and medic side of him appeared.
➥ After a bit of silence on his side, he opened his mouth only to offer assistance "would you like me to carry you to the medics? or perhaps the Rover?" ah that's right, you got separated.. you shook your head despite how tempting the offer was, you couldn't take advantage of the general. "no it's okay, you're hurt, I can endure it until I meet with the others again."
➥ but Jiyan wouldn't take no for an answer, "are you doubting my strength?" he asked amused as he crossed his arms, flexing his muscles. You gulped shaking your head fervently 'no'
➥ and that's how you ended up in his arms, perhaps Jiyan was right that you needed to be carried. You find your eyelids grew heavy as you leaned on his chest.
Scar.ᐟ
tw: kidnapping? (depends whether you don't want him to take you or not.)
takes place during the awakening of the threnodian.
➥ Scar would watch (stalk) you and Rover after your first encounter, the jail of Jinzhou wasn't enough to stop him.
➥ with the whole fuss of the Threnodian's awakening being expedited he was able to easily slip out.
➥ course he would have preferred to have fight his way out of the place and cause havor like the maniac he is, he decided it would be quicker to slip out so he could get to you and Rover quicker.
➥ so when he arrived to find you, rover and jinyan, he was pleasantly shock to find you in the middle of getting your body.
➥ the powerful frequencies you let off and the reverberations that flowed through after had him excited!
➥ The general and the rover were preoccupied with defending you from the gathering TD's that were attracted to your raw power left them distracted, letting him easily close the distance between you.
➥ you look at the palm of your hands, shock as you truly had a physical body. and yet you were unable to savor it as you could hear a familiar voice.
➥ one dripping with charisma and an underlying tone of insanity. "Scar" you turned to find him walking closer and closer to you, you were shock considered he wasn't supposed to appear in this part of the story since canonically he was in jail at this moment.
➥ "it's nice to see you again little lamb, or should I say bambi?" he tilted his head, an amused smile on his face as he looked at you up and down, his heterochromia eyes settling on your legs.
➥ you followed his stare to realized your legs were shaking, probably being barely able to stand as you were. Your cheeks quickly turned red in embarrassment, "I have a name you know" you hissed and ended with a pout.
➥ you turned around trying to find Jiyan, Rover or anybody to help you. As much as you liked Scar and doted on him every chance you got, you felt vulnerable and you were unsure of his motives regarding you.
➥ "Aw come on little lamb, won't you please pay attention to me?" you jolted to find him right behind you, face near your ears as you could practically feel his breath fanning you. He had an adorable pout on his face, almost looking like a kicked puppy.
➥ before you could reply a sound resembling a growl got your attention as you both turned to find tacet discords approaching you.
➥ as much as Scar liked fighting, and wasn't too afraid of tacet discords he clicked his tongue annoyed "I won't let our little date get interrupted again." he declared as he bent down, and before you could object, he carried you in his arms.
➥ "hey- where are you taking me?!" you yelled as he began moving, dodging attacks sent at him by the tacet discords who wanted you. Scar merely laughed "hold on tight!" and you did, wrapping your arms around his neck as he used his legs to either run, dodge or attack.
➥ boy Rover and Jiyan will be in for a shock when they find you gone.
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