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Never in a million years did Steve Harrington think he'd be standing in the drama club room in front of Eddie the Freak--who's sitting on a goddamn throne with his full lips pulled into a smug grin--asking to be taught how to play Dorks and Goblins. Yet, here he is, face a burning shade of crimson, as he explains for the sixth time what, exactly, he needs.
"Munson, it's not that hard. Henderson wants me to play in the--the game thingy they're doing when Will is home for a visit."
"Yeah, Harrington, and I stop listening every time you call it a game thingy. You obviously don't care about this at all, so why should I waste my time helping you?"
Steve rolls his eyes. "What if I pay you?"
Munson's face goes through a complicated series of changes before falling into a neutral mask, no smirk or teasing smile to be found. "You'll pay me to teach you dnd? Are you fucking kidding?"
"No?' Steve draws a hand through his hair, watches as Munson's dark eyes track the movement. "I thought you might help me out cause those kids never shut-up about you, but I'm willing to put money on it."
"Huh," Eddie says. He steeples his fingers under his chin. "Maybe I misjudged you, Harrington."
Steve lets himself smile at this. "I don't think you did. I don't give a shit about this game."
"Didn't take you for one to have a bunch of nerdy child friends."
"I'm their babysitter," he says, realizes immediately it was a mistake.
Eddie cackles until it turns into a full-bodied laugh, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "You are something else, Harrington," he manages.
For his part, Steve hopes Munson hasn't noticed how bright red his face is. "Does that mean you'll help me?"
"I guess," he rolls his eyes. "But if you're just screwing around, I'm out."
"No, yeah, totally," Steve nods too hard, sends his hair cascading into his face. "Sounds good. How much?"
"Huh?" Eddie tilts his face up, giving Steve a perfect view of the smattering of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose.
"I said I'd pay you. What's the going rate for dnd lessons?"
"Oh, nah, free of charge, Harrington. Henderson would eat me alive if he knew I made you pay."
The smile they share is soft, tentative, and Steve doesn't notice the swathes of pink decorating Eddie's pale cheekbones.
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They meet up in the drama room after the last bell. Eddie is waiting on the throne with his feet propped on the table, sipping a Mt. Dew. His eyes widen when Steve walks into the room.
"You're on time," he says.
Steve scoffs. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Eddie shrugs, sets his feet on the floor. "Just wasn't aware that the King put a lot of stock in punctuality."
"C'mon, man, I'm trying not to be that guy, and I'm definitely not king of anything. Unless maybe it's Family Video, but even then, that's Robin."
"You're kind of weird, Harrington, you know that?" Eddie's dimples bracket his smile. The sight does weird things in Steve's chest.
"I've been told, yeah." Steve smiles back. "Where do we start?"
They start with dice, with a character sheet.
"Chaotic-good human Paladin?" Eddie asks.
He shrugs. "That's what Dustin keeps screaming at me. I got no idea what any of it means."
"That's not entirely true," Eddie says. "You've kept up with me so far."
"Yeah, that's you. Dustin rambles and then accuses me of not listening when it's over my head. When he goes on long enough, I start to get a headache right here," Steve rubs the spot between his eyes.
"That kid," Eddie says with the right combination of affection and frustration. "I don't know, you seem to have picked up on some of the stuff he said. You have a solid idea on gameplay, at least. I'd say you're doing pretty good."
"Thanks," Steve laughs. "No migraine yet, so that's a point in your favor."
"Migraines?"
"Head trauma."
"Byers?"
"And Hargrove."
"That was Hargrove?" Eddie asks.
"Hit me in the head with a plate."
"What the fuck."
"He was pissed that Max was friends with Lucas. He came after them. I couldn't just let him--I think he would've killed Lucas."
Eddie nods, hands fiddling with a die. "No wonder those kids love you," he says.
"We've been through some shit together."
"Guess it makes more sense why you wanted to learn dnd."
"As much as it pains me to admit," Steve rolls his eyes. "I love to make those little shitheads happy."
"Well, based on the way they talk about you, you succeed."
"You too, you know?" Steve offers. "All I've heard about the last three months is 'Eddie's so cool,' 'Hellfire's so fun.'"
"Jealous?" Eddie laughs.
"Completely," Steve admits.
"Don't worry, Harrington, I'll make a nerd out of you yet."
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They meetup after school every day they can over the next two weeks. At first, Steve is surprised that he doesn't really mind spending so much time with Munson, that he actually, kind of, has fun. And the more time they spend together, the more Eddie infiltrates his space. Leans into Steve's side as they sit next to each other, brushes their hands together, hovers over his shoulder, faces nearly touching, as he checks stuff on Steve's character sheet.
It makes Steve feel--well, it makes him think of what it would be like to run his fingers through the soft gloss of Eddie's curls; wonders what that plump mouth would be like pressed against his own; can't stop thinking about if Eddie is as vocal in bed as he is everywhere else. He knows he also likes guys, has for a while, but he's never in his life wanted someone this viscerally; so much he can feel the ache of it in his teeth.
It's the last day before the campaign for Will, and Steve is fucking sad. He thinks maybe Eddie is too. He's at least quieter than normal, explanations not at their usual fever pitch. An hour before they usually call it quits, he claps his hands together (too gently, too unlike himself), says, "That's it, Harrington. You're not going to be more ready than this."
"Right," Steve says. Can't help his eyes from darting over Eddie's face, aching to know what he's thinking. "You'll be there tomorrow?"
Eddie bends his head over his notebooks. "Nah, I don't need to intrude."
"But--"
"It's okay, Stevie. I get that it's family only." He looks like he really means it, but his eyes are sad, don't shine like they should.
Steve doesn't know what to say to that, just nods, and then there's nothing else. They stare at each other for a few very long, quiet seconds, before Eddie says, "I'll see you around, Harrington."
"Right, yeah. You too." And he walks out of the drama room with the heaviest heart he thinks he's ever had.
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Steve thinks he won't miss Eddie. That if he doesn't dwell on those hours spent with Eddie, learning dnd, that the missing will go away.
It doesn't.
Which is how he finds himself back at the high school on Wednesday, standing in front of the drama room door, willing himself to go inside. Eddie's on the throne, the typical notebooks and binders and Mt. Dew cans clustered around him, but he's not engrossed in imagining up a new campaign for Hellfire. No, his head is in his hands, knees drawn up to his chest.
"Eddie?" Steve asks.
His head pops up, and even in the low light, Steve notices the silvery tracks of tears down his cheeks.
"Steve! What are you--" he hastily wipes at his face with his shirt sleeve. "What are you doing here?"
Steve's acting only on instinct, crossing the room and dropping to his knees, taking Eddie's jaw between his palms, thumbing away the wetness on his cheeks.
"Did someone hurt you?" he asks.
Eddie's laugh is wet. "Nah, Harrington. I only have myself to blame for this one."
"Can I do anything?"
"Are you trying to kill me?"
"Sorry?"
"You, Steve Harrington, kind and compassionate? Learn dnd to make your little nerd friends happy? Who are you?"
"I'm just me, man," Steve blushes. "But, uh, I came to thank you." He's still holding Eddie's face in his hands, can't help but notice the way he flushes, how his dark eyes dart away from Steve's.
"I really liked hanging out with you," Steve says. This close to Eddie, his mind doesn't quite feel like his own. All he can think of is big eyes, soft curls, full lips.
"Yo--you did?"
"So much," Steve whispers. He doesn't quite remember moving, but now their foreheads are pressed together, warm breath mingling, lips almost, almost touching.
"I liked it too," Eddie breathes. After a few seconds, he laughs. "Knew I'd make a nerd out of you, Harrington."
"Shut-up," Steve laughs.
"Make me," Eddie says, and it's just that easy. Steve crosses the space still separating them, presses his mouth against Eddie's.
The kiss is slow, exploratory, the gentle discovery of how they fit together, the promise of all the things they can do in the future, all the pleasure they can bring.
"I'm not a nerd," Steve says when they part.
"No, you're right. You're like a nerd by marriage. Nerd-in-law," Eddie giggles. His eyes are bright, face pink, the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.
"Shut-up," Steve giggles right back.
Eddie raises an eyebrow, the dare obvious, and Steve doesn't hesitate to kiss him again.
"You wanna get out of here?" Steve asks when they part, significantly more breathless, jeans significantly tighter, than when he arrived.
"You're gonna have to role persuasion for that, Stevie," Eddie smirks.
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Astarion sits so close to you by the campfire that you knock knees.
Your shoulders brush as you shift your weight in an attempt to get more comfortable on the log you've all been using as a makeshift bench, and you wonder if his sensitive ears pick up the sound of your heart as it races in your chest.
You just can't handle it.
How when he laughs at your jokes it's a full-bodied reaction. His head tilted back, silver curls bouncing along with the shake of his shoulders. You don't think it's exactly voluntary when he reaches out in your direction, cool fingers curling around your forearm like he'll fall over if he doesn't have something to cling to.
All you can focus on for a moment is how how pretty his teeth are– how cute it is that his fang catches his bottom lip and is still visible even once he's closed his mouth.
There's no way whatever you just said is that funny, but his grin isn't even a little dishonest. It's actually so sincere that you can't help but grin back at him. Makes you want to crack another, equally as stupid joke just to see it again once it's gone.
Lovesick fools, the both of you.
He'll somehow scoot even closer if someone decides to sit by his other side. Will loop your arms together and turn towards you, hip against yours, chin resting lightly on the hand he now has on your shoulder. His eyelashes flutter, and your heart follows suit.
You're curled into one another this way, in your own little bubble as he murmurs into your ear and nods along to whatever you say in response. His eyes are so pretty. Carmine in color with pupils so big they're practically glittering from the light of the fire. Wide and soft. Puppyish.
It isn't long before someone makes a comment about it. Be it Lae'zel and her rather interesting input about how you can't keep off of eachother for a second, or just Karlach telling the two of you to get a room. Occasionally, Gale will cough in a very pointed way.
To your dismay, Astarion's gaze loses a little of that softness. You catch the briefest flash of something that resembles annoyance before his lids go heavy again. His eyes crease the slightest bit around the edges before they flick towards your companions– back to you.
If he's feeling cheeky (and he almost always is), he'll put on a show. Will make a comment about how he can't blame them for being jealous, but they don't always have to be so loud about it. Or will throw his head back to moan theatrically about how comfortable and warm you are. Slings one of his legs over your own, the back of his knee hooked by yours as he drapes himself across you all dramatic. Basically, will just be half in your lap for the rest of the evening just to be a nuisance.
Other times, he's just not in the mood. His nose will wrinkle, a crease forming between his brows that you just have to thumb away. He's quiet (almost nervous? shy?) when he asks you if you'd like to spend some time with him in a more private setting. To which you've obviously always responded to with a nod so enthusiastic that he's smiling in that special way again.
You bid your companions goodnight before you're up, arms still looped tightly as you wander towards the direction of his tent. You say something funny, too quiet for anyone else to hear, and his joyful laugh trails off with the sound of your shared footsteps.
"Lovesick fools," Karlach says as she watches the two of you, amusement all in her tone. "The both of them. "
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Being stubborn and stern around everybody else. Being sarcastic and witty whenever someone says anything to you. But the second you get to abbys room and she looks at you, you're her little pillow princess who can't stop whispering little i love yous whenever abby thrusts her big black strap in your pussy.
Stubborn | Abby Anderson
This was so fun to write I just love Abby so much guys you don't understand
C/w: Nsfw, Strap-on, fingering, afab reader
W/c: 719
Most people knew you for your attitude. Witty and stubborn, doing things how you want or not doing them at all. Talking back to anyone and everyone with your sarcastic marks, even when it came to things like patrol or searching for supplies. Abby hated it, and it always led you to where you were now.
You'd been back talking to everyone all day, attitude seemingly worse than most days. Just snarky responses to everyone, including Abby, which was something the blonde didn't take lightly. Usually, she got the nice side of you, but on the days she didn't, she had a definite way of snapping you out of it.
Your head rested on the silk pillow, one Abby had snagged on patrol for you one day, soft moans leaving your slightly parted lips as her fingers worked through your core, hitting that spot that had you almost screaming.
"Where's the attitude now, princess?" Abby spoke from above you, fingers curling the way she knew made your back arch. "Just needed it fucked out of you, huh?" Her mouth moved down to your perk nipple, sucking and swirling her tongue, leaving you breathless.
"No," You protested, keeping up the snarky act. "I don't have an attitude." At this, her fingers quickly slid out of you, leaving you empty and whining for more. "You don't?" Abby spoke, voice deep and rough. " Then what was that today? Talking back to me? In front of everyone?"
You turned away, refusing to look your girlfriend in the eyes, remembering how you talked to her today. Feeling her weight lift from the bed, your head whipped back toward her, watching her dig through her closet before pulling out the strap you loved so much. Black and detailed, one that had you screaming her name with each release it brought. "Then I guess we don't need this tonight.." Abby trailed off, she was teasing you, trying to pull the apology out of you the best way she knew how.
"No no no" Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as the warmth returned to your core, "I'm sorry Abs I'm sorry won't do it again please." It was like a switch had flipped inside you. Abby smirked as she slid the strap on, "Mmhm, that's what I like to hear."
Within seconds she was back on you, lining the strap to your entrance, rubbing it between your folds to get you ready. "I need you to relax baby," She spoke in a plush voice, a harsh contrast to how she was just lecturing to you seconds ago. She gradually inched the strap deeper into your core as your legs went slack. Despite wanting to keep you in line, and maybe teach you a lesson, Abby never wanted to hurt you.
Eventually, she had you to the hilt, feeling completely full, and you sighed at the feeling. Her rough hand came to brush a few strands out of your face as she kissed your forehead gently "You okay?"
All you could do was whine and nod, already close just from the stretch she was giving you. "Move… please Abby" and that's all she needed to hear, starting off slow but quickly changing to rough thrusts, relishing in the way the base of the strap rubbed against her own clit just right.
The way she was rutting against you had you reeling, whining, and moaning her name followed by small apologies. "I know sweet girl, I know," Abby muttered, hissing at the feeling of your nails leaving marks on her back and arms, watching you reach and grab whatever you could.
You were close, she could tell but the way your eyes were pinched shut, words thrown out the window, only moans and whimpers. Abby was close herself, thrusts becoming sloppy, losing some rhythm, both of you just chasing your highs.
"Let go for me, baby just let go." Abby's voice was soft in your ears, tipping you over the edge as you came, gripping her wrist as if you'd lose yourself if you ever let go. You felt her hips stutter against yours, stopping to let you ride out your high as hers crashed over her. All you could mutter were small "I love you"s, whining as Abby pulled out before cleaning you both up.
#abby anderson smut#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby tlou#tlou abby x reader smut#tlou smut#tlou x reader#tlou
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Can't wait to meet you - Tsu'tey x pregnant!reader
summary: pregnant!reader having to reassure tsu'tey that he will be a great father, despite his fears
wc: 800
a/n: i have a long weekend and i'm planning to take full advantage of that. i promise, i'll get to writing dad!tsu'tey raising his babies, but before that i need some more tsu'tey just happily existing with his pregnant mate
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The thick, humid air of the night clung to your skin, leaving a sticky and uncomfortable trace all over your swollen body. Being so far along in your pregnancy, sharing a hammock with Tsu’tey was becoming increasingly cramped. His chest pressed tightly into your back and despite your attempts to shift your weight for a cooler spot, to no avail, it was too difficult to move. You let out a soft sigh, giving up on the idea, a trickle of sweat ran down your forehead. But as you tried to drift back to sleep, you heard Tsu’tey’s ragged breathing, and for a second you thought that he might be having a nightmare.
“Tsu’tey?” you whispered in case he was asleep.
Tsu’tey hummed in response behind you, signaling that he was wide awake. You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of his profile in the dim moonlight. His eyes were open, staring up at the night sky.
With much effort, you turned around to lay on your other side and face him. Your big stomach immediately put a distance between your bodies, only brushing lightly against Tsu’tey’s core and bringing him out of his thoughts. You were exhausted, wishing to go back to sleep, but your mate losing sleep for the third night in the row was concerning, and it was about time that you comforted him.
“Go back to sleep, yawntu,” Tsu’tey mumbled, feeling a little guilty for your tired state.
He had to crane his neck awkwardly to lean down and plant a soft kiss on your forehead, something that he had gotten used to ever since your belly had grown in size.
“Why aren’t you asleep, Tsu’tey?” the grit in your voice sounded pleasantly sweet to his ears, “I can tell something is troubling you.”
“It’s nothing,” he shook his head lightly, his expression betraying his words.
“Please share with your muntxatu,” you offered, placing your palm on Tsu'tey's chest.
He softened at the gesture, covering your hand with his and squeezing it lightly. Your all-knowing warm gaze was like a gentle wind, slowly unraveling and peeling away each layer of fear and doubt he had been putting on for the past months.
“I am scared that… I won’t be good enough for her,” he confessed, his ears lowering in shame.
You blinked in confusion, tracing the soft glow of his freckles back to his eyes, that were unwilling to look at you. Your heart swelled at the realization that he was talking about your daughter.
“You have no reason to be scared, Tsu’tey, you will be everything she could ever wish for,” you scooted closer to him, as much as your body allowed you to.
“What if I’m not?” he let out a deep sigh, finally meeting your gaze with vulnerability reflecting in his own, “You know how I am, yawntu… I can be harsh sometimes. What if she sees that and gets scared? If she goes off running or gets lost, and I get angry with her, then what? I don’t want her to fear me… or hate me.”
“Your concern for her even before she's born shows how good of a father you will be, Tsu’,” you looked at him with a soft smile, “And I know you won't hurt her, just like you've never hurt me.”
“I will protect her with my whole heart if I need to. Both of you,” Tsu’tey declared, feeling it in his whole being.
And you knew he meant it. With every fiber in his body, Tsu’tey was committed to give his unborn child everything he could and more. His love for her was pouring out of every word he muttered, every gesture, every thought in his head.
“I know,” you hummed in contentment, “And both of us love you just for the way you are.”
His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned down to nuzzle your cheek, whispering a small ‘thank you.’ Tsu'tey rested his palm gently against your swollen belly, shifting to bring his face to the same level.
“Can’t wait to meet you,” he spoke softly to his unborn child, as you watched him with admiration.
Both of you felt a sudden movement from within your belly in response to his voice. Something small pressed against your skin, causing his eyes to widen, and Tsu’tey gently traced the imprint with his fingers, marveling at the sight he had already seen many times before.
“I think she’s saying it back,” you said. Tsu’tey nodded in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to your belly.
“I love you so much. Your mommy and you made me the happiest man alive, you know that?”
And just like a response, the baby kicked again, drawing out a laugh out of both of you.
“Feels like she’s going to talk back a lot when she learns how to,” you teased, smiling down at Tsu’tey.
“Going to be just like her mother,” he grinned back.
You rolled your eyes playfully but the smile on your lips widened. Seeing your mate so happy over your shared love was something you could never grow tired of.
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Hobie brown smut
This my first writing I didn't pre read so enjoy 🙏
Following hobie up the stairs to his bedroom and once inside watching him shut and lock the door aggressively.
It's not his fault. You were teasing him all night at the party, and how could he not want you in that tight little dress your makeup down perfectly and your hair curled down your back.
You smirk at him "someone's worked up" you tease watching him pull off his shoes
"Damn right" hobie snaps "you've been teasin me all fuckin night" he growls steping closer wrapping his arms around your waist and pinning you against the wall his eyes glazed over.
You look up at him with your pretty innocent eyes and he can't even control himself anymore. His lips crash into your making out deeply.
Your hands slowly snake down his body fiddling with his belt.
"Fuck" hobie breathes resting his forehead against yours his lips so close to yours as he pants "take these off f'me baby" he breathes, no whimpers.
You listen of course your shakey hands fumbling with his belt and pulling it off finally. He loses it and pulls off his pants and his hands snake up your body pulling the dresss off he picks you up throwing you onto the bed.
His hands run up your back making you arch and whimper softly he's being so rough its only making you more wet he pulls off your bra and stares at your bare chest panting before he leans down sucking on your nipple, smirking when you whimper.
He finally works you and teases you until your whimpering and begging for it "ya? Does my good girl want it that bad?" I whispers taking off his boxers and pulling off his drooling cock.
Your half lidded eyes watch as his hand slowly jerks his dick a soft curse falling from his lips, his hand finds your face cuping it "look at me" he gasps softly his eyes locked on yours as he slowly thrusts inside, your faces both scrunch and contort to the feeling of him stretching you so good.
He only goes slow for a bit now he's full on slamming into you grunting softly into your shoulder as he uses all his strength to keep driving his big cock into you.
You moan and whimper against him writhing against him your eyes watering up with so much of him filling you up.
There's a sheen of sweat over his forehead as you look up at him. His eyes half lidded as he watches you intensely your pussy clenches him and he grunts "fuckin' hell" hobie mutters his grip on your waist tightening as he drives into you his dick twitching he's close.
"Please ima- fuck!" You breathe squirming against him "n-not yet lovie" he mutters biting down on your shoulder as his hips studder his thrusts.
You were so close when he pulls out making you cry out he cums all over your stomach and chest he looks down at your frown from the ruined orgasim. "Shouldn't tease me lovie" he mutters softly. He smirks when you whimper and he leans down between your legs spreading them further putting your knees on his shoulders "don't worry 'm not done yet" he breathes
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Ella holding baby Narfi for the first time & it is just so cute & she wants to protect him forever
Princess Meets Prince
☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆
Loki x Y/N feat. Ella and Narfi
Summary: It's finally time for Ella to meet her baby brother.
Warnings: none, I'd say... This is pure fluff!
Word Count: 1,3k
a/n: I love this so much. 🥰 Thanks for sending this request in @aagn360 ! Hope you love it, too! ☺️🧡
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Ella wiggled around on the sofa; nervously and full of anticipation - much to Thor's amusement. The God of Thunder couldn't help but to smile, as he watched his niece being so happy. She was so bubbly and antsy, that each cute raven curl on top her head bobbed wildly with every wiggle.
"Uncle Thor, when are they finally here?" The blonde man chuckled, shrugging his muscular shoulders. "I unfortunately don't know, tiny mischief. When I talked to your daddy, he said they just left the hospital." The little girl pouted. "But uncle Thor..." She almost whined, as if the God of Thunder was able to do anything about it. "I want to meet him now." Thor placed his way too big hand on Ella's small shoulder. "I know, Ella, but-" Just before he could finish his sentence, the sound of a key turning in a lock echoed quietly through the rooms. Ella's eyes immediately widened; shining with pure, honest happiness. "They are here! They are here!" She squealed and jumped excitedly down the sofa, before storming out of the living room and down the hallway. Thor just giggled, shaking his head.
Loki stepped through the door - and immediately got greeted by the whirlwind his daughter was. "Daddy! Daddy!" His head snapped up; seeing Ella running as fast as lightning towards him. He smiled, put the bags on the floor and squatted down; ready to catch his little mini-me - what he did, of course. Ella literally jumped into his arms, almost causing Loki to lose his balance. Well, Ella wasn't a toddler anymore and therefore just bigger and heavier. "Hey, princess." He cuddled her; wrapped her up in big daddy bear hug.
"Are you ready to meet your little brother, sweet girl?" Ella nodded quickly; jumping up and down. "Yes, yes, yes!" Loki chuckled softly at his daughter's enthusiasm; tucking a few untamed curls behind her ears. "Alright. Be a good princess and wait on the sofa with uncle Thor, yes? I'll help your mama and then you can meet him, okay?" "Uh.Huh. Okay, daddy." Loki nodded with a smile and smooched her cheek, causing her to giggle.
While Ella hopped back to the living room, Loki went back down on the yard, in order to help you. You were still a bit weak and exhausted from the birth. So, being the caring husband Loki was, he helped you out of the car. "Thanks, Lokes." You took his hand, smiling. "Of course, darling." He pressed a soft kiss on your lips; then reached for the handle of the baby seat, in which tiny Narfi laid, wrapped up in a soft blanket, sleeping tightly. "Let's take you home, little prince, shall we? Your big sister can't wait to meet you."
For the second time opened Loki the door to yours and his apartment; and closing it gently behind the three of you. He put Narfi slowly on the ground again, before helping you out of your jacket - and shoes. The God bend down, got on one knee and untied your shoelaces. "You don't have to do that, babe... I can do it myself." Loki shook his head. "I insist, my queen. You carried our son for months and gave birth mere three days ago, so... Let me take care of you. " Your heart did a somersault at his words and the loving smile he gave you. Tender blue eyes meeting yours. You shook your head, smoothing your hand through his luscious raven curls. "How I got so lucky to have you, I'll never know..." Loki caught your hand and brought it to his lips, breathing a soft kiss on your knuckles. "That is a question I ask myself every day, love." That send your emotions skyrocketing. "Oh gods, Lokes, stop. You're making me cry." The God chuckled and stood up again, cupping your cheeks with both his big hands. But before he was able to kiss you, the voice of your daughter echoed down the hallway again.
"Mommy?" She whisper-yelled, standing in the doorway of the living room, peeking around the corner. Your eyes lowered to meet hers, causing the tears which already gathered in your eyes to fall. You hadn't seen Ella in three, almost four days and had missed the little girl terribly. Just like Ella had missed you. "My baby girl," you almost sobbed, making quick steps over to her and immediately pulled her in a big hug. "Hiii, sweetie. I missed you so much." Ella snuggled against you. "Missed you, too, mommy." You inhaled her scent, buried your head in her hair and peppered her face with kisses. Loki just watched with a smile on his face and the baby seat in his hand. "Do you want to meet your baby brother now?" You asked then, looking at Ella. "Yes, please, mommy." You nodded towards Loki and Narfi. "Go, say hi then." Ella smiled one of the biggest smiles you had ever seen, as she tiptoed excitedly over to her dad and brother. Loki squatted down beside Narfi, waiting for Ella to approach. "Princess, meet your baby brother." The little girl's eyes widened, when she saw her baby brother for the first time - the sibling she had waited for such a long time. "He's blue, daddy!" Clear amazement was swinging in her voice. Loki nodded. "Mhm, just like you when you were born." She sat down in front of the baby seat, eyes glued to Narfi. "Can he shapeshift like me and you?" "I don't know yet, Ella. We'll see." Loki smiled down at his two babies.
"Hi Narfi..." Ella cooed, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I am your big sister." Narfi was still asleep, though his tiny face contorted, before he sighed and gripped onto Ella's hand. "Aww," the girl giggled. "Can I hold him, daddy?" Loki nodded. "Of course. Let's sit on the sofa for that, huh?" "Okay!" She squealed and jumped back up on her feet, running excitedly back into the living room, past you and her uncle. Loki followed her, just like you and Thor.
"Can I...?" Big, blue eyes travelled from Narfi to Loki and back. "Of course, sweet girl." Carefully, Ella reached out her small hand to touch the even smaller hand of her brother. A little, but audible gasp left the little girl's lips; totally fascinated.
Standing in the doorway of the living room, you and Thor - who had joined the joyful family reunion, watched the sweet scenes unfolding in front of you with broad smiles on your lips.
Ella didn't want to let go of her brother, just cuddling him closer. She didn't even let him go to say goodbye to her uncle... "I love him so much! Thank you, mommy and daddy." She leaned down and placed a sloppy kiss on his tiny cheek. "I promise I am going to protect you forever," she whispered, but not quiet enough for you and Loki to not understand. Yours and Loki's heart melted; threatening to burst with all the love. You could see it in your husband's eyes.
The little girl jumped on the sofa, kicking her feet giddily, while Loki lifted Narfi carefully out of the confines of the baby seat and sat down beside his daughter. "Ready, princess?" "Uh.Huh!" "Okay, so... I'm going to place him on your lap and you need to make sure that you support his head, okay sweetie?" "Okay! And how, daddy?" Loki shifted Narfi, placed him on Ella's lap, "Just put your arm underneath his head." and guided her hand. "Like that?" "Yes, exactly like that. Well done, princess. Look, you're holding your brother!" Ella giggled excitedly, holding Narfi tightly and making sure that he doesn't fall. You and Thor joined them, sitting down on the sofa as well. "You're doing great, Ella," you said, smiling brightly. Seeing your daughter holding her baby brother caused your ovaries to scream. It was a picture to die for.
"He's so cute and soft and cuddly." Ella stated, leaving you, Loki and Thor cackling.
#the baby fever au#loki x reader#loki laufeyson#loki x female reader#loki x you#tom hiddleston x reader#loki x y/n#loki fanfiction#loki fluff#loki laufeyson x reader#loki
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mommet- i uh i need your input
would you agree that rain is a cum slut? the he would beg for anyone’s cum? everyone, fuck even all of them at the same time? he wouldn’t care how many times he’s been made to cum, nono he isn’t finished until he’s full and fucked out, right?
this is definitely me begging for a cumslut rain ficlet:)
Rosey. ROSEY.
Of course, Rain is a cumslut.
I have evidence under the cut.
Rain isn't usually this insatiable. Most of the time he's like any self-respecting ghoul, cumming once or maybe twice in a good session and then curling up next to his partner, satiated and blissful.
But then, there are days like this.
He feels the urge building sometime around lunch. It's a dull itch under his skin. Worming into his brain, tugging at some strange base instinct he doesn't care to try to decipher. He knows what it is by now. If he ignores it long enough he'll get snappy, frustrated. He will be hot and uncomfortable and wound so tight he can barely think.
And why put himself through that with the solution is an easy one.
He needs to be fucked into the floorboards. He needs to be fucked until he can't think anymore.
He makes it until after dinner. By then he can feel the heat of aggravation digging at his brain stem. He needs it. God he needs it and he hates asking for it.
The begging later is easy, when his brain has gone mushy and soft. But in the beginning? The proposition? It feels impossible. Embarrassing.
Swiss, Aether, and Mountain are all on the couch, not an inch of room to spare between them. So, Dew, naturally, is lounging across them, feet in Aether's lap, head in Swiss'.
The second Rain steps through the door they all look up at him. He swears he can see the second his scent hits them. Dew's eyes go wide. He watches Mountain's pupils dilate. Aether's hands clench on Dew's hip.
Swiss chuckles darkly.
"Oh, Raincloud," Swiss purrs, predatory already. "Do you need something?"
Rain blushes dark. He hates the way his body betrays him. How strong the scent of his arousal is. He's been hard and leaking on and off for most of the day, slick, and hot, and on edge.
The way they're looking at him tells him exactly how bad it is.
"I--" Rain thinks about denying it, god it's embarrassing to be stared at like this. But what good is that going to do? He knows what he needs. He looks at the four of them, all of them watching him with unmasked hunger. "Ruin me."
They're on him in an instant. Dew's the first one to launch himself at him, pressing the hot span of his body against Rain's and dragging him down into a kiss that tastes like tobacco and cinnamon. Mountain presses up against his back, big hands on his waist, to hold him in place while Mountain grinds up against him.
He doesn't know which one of them drags him to the ground. He doesn't resist the pull of their hands. And before he knows it, they're all on their knees. Swiss is in front of him, while Dew and Mountain are behind, making quick work of Rain's clothes. Someone shoves Rain forward onto his hands so he's eye to eye with Swiss' tented zipper.
Aether drops into the chair in the corner.
Rain looks over at him, a whine building in his chest.
No, he needs all of them. He needs everything they can give him. He reaches out to Aether, eyes widening, something like panic starting to crawl up his throat.
Aether pauses undoing his pants. He offers Rain a gentle smile.
"Don't worry, Raincloud. I'll take my turn, I'm just going to get them get you warmed up for me. You know I like to go last."
Rain watches as Aether pulls his cock from the confines of his pants, already half-hard. He strokes it to full hardness and Rain's mouth waters.
"Hey," Swiss snaps, punctuating it with a tap of his cock against Rain's cheek. "Me first."
"Greedy," Dew says from somewhere on Rain's left.
Rain just catches the way Swiss grins at Dew before his cock his shoved past Rain's lips and deep into his mouth.
He loses himself in it for a while, the heavy weight of Swiss' cock on his tongue, the blunt head of it pressing into his throat. The salty spice of his precum as it pools in Rain's mouth.
He goes offline so quickly. He'd be embarrassed about that too if he had any functional brain cells left. Instead he misses the moment that Dew and Mountain drag his pants from his legs. He cooperates as they move him, stripping him naked. But he's barely aware of it, focused single-handedly on the task at hand--getting Swiss to cum in his mouth as quickly as possible.
Rain isn't always so eager to be used. But there is something about being owned, being used, that turns his usually overactive brain to jelly. He doesn't have to think.
As soon as Dew slides into him to the hilt, rocking him further forward on Swiss' cock, Rain stops thinking about anything except the pleasure.
It's a push and pull. Swiss digs his fingers into Rain's curls. Dew presses bruises into his hip. Mountain closes his fist around Rain's slick cock. Everything goes offline. Pleasure sparks fast through his gut.
His first orgasm comes in record time. The twitch and clench of his body set Swiss--and then Dew off in rapid succession.
After that, he starts to lose track. Mountain doesn't stop stroking him, his pace slow, almost gentle, but enough to send him hurtling into overstimulation. At some point, everyone switches positions. It's suddenly Swiss' hand jerking him off, and Mountain's cock buried inside of him.
Dew bends down for another kiss, tasting Swiss on his tongue.
At some point, somewhere past the third orgasm, Rain starts begging.
Swiss is behind him now, jackhammering into him, hitting his prostate with each pinpointed thrust. Aether's still watching, one hand on his balls, the other twisting up around the ruddy head of his cock. Fucking up into his fist in time with Swiss' thrusts.
He doesn't register his own words, but he knows what he's asking for. He's asking for all of them to cum inside of him. To coat him with it. To stretch him out. To make him forget his own name. To fuck him senseless. To ruin him.
Aether grins at him from his spot in the chair. He releases his grip on his cock, and moves to stand, just as Swiss' rhythm starts to falter, and Dew drags another almost painful orgasm from Rain's overtaxed body.
"Don't worry, Raincloud," Aether says. "When I'm done with you, you won't walk right for a week."
#comet writes#ficlet#Rain/Aether/Mountain/Dewdrop/Swiss#Rain/Everyone#Rain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#swiss army ghoul#aether ghoul#mountain ghoul#ghost fan fic#the band ghost fan fiction#ghost fic#ghost fan fiction#nameless ghoul fan fiction#unedited
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Hiya, so I saw that your requests were open and I wondered if you could write like a prequel to the oneshot where the reader has oral fixation? It's one of my favourites of yours, and I'm just really curious how Aemond discovered that reader has an oral fixation? Could you write that pretty please, with a cherry on top? :)
(If you don't want to, I completely understand, don't worry <3
you can read this as a prequel to this! hope you enjoy. modern!aemond x reader who has oral fixation
ps; @aglaias-blog thank you for being so kind to me all the time, you are an angel. i really do hope you like this, i tried my best! love u ♡
you look nervous.
your relationship with aemond is fairly new, but he knows your tells. you can't sit straight, your eyes look glossy, and you keep biting your lip. your shaky hands are curled on the table as you turn the page of your book. your lip looks swollen already, your teeth leave marks on the sensitive skin. you bite the back of your pencil this time, leaving your poor lips free. well, for a moment at least. you give your attention back to your lips as you underline a passage on the book.
aemond watches you studying, he tries not to stare but it's hard considering how he has so much to learn about you. he is pretty sure that you are not aware of the bitings, you don't use your teeth consciously. he can't lie to himself, you look cute with those red lips, all swollen and soft, but it must hurt you at some point.
you flinch suddenly, and so does he. he is out of the trans you got him in, looking at you to see what's wrong. you've made your lip bleed, a small line of blood is recognizable. you put your finger on the spot, looking at the drop of redness on your fingertips with sad eyes.
aemond is quick to move. "let me get you some paper towel, yeah?" he leaves the table, comes to your side in literally 2 seconds. "there you go, we should press here. you're okay, sweetheart."
you smile but your bottom lip aches with the movement. you make a small sound, earning a soft look from aemond. "keep it pressed like this, i'll find you some cream to put on."
you listen to him, and your lip feels better after 5 minutes of him taking care of you. he's still standing by your chair, tilting your chin up to make an eye contact. your lip looks better but he's not gonna leave your side until you feel better.
"do you wanna tell me what's wrong?" aemond asks. "why are you so nervous?"
your look at him with big eyes, soft and tired. "i'm having trouble writing my assignment, and it's due in two days."
he understands how you care about academic validation, and he can find solutions for your problems if he tries hard enough. "my head is so full, i can't stop thinking about my finals, and- and other things." you continue.
aemond nods, his thumb stroking your chin. his hands are so big, and fingers so long that he can cover your entire jawline when he uses his thumb to touch your skin. "you have every right to be nervous, but please don't hurt yourself like this." he says. "i know you didn't mean to, but still..."
you nod, closing your eyes. your hands reach his thighs to support yourself as he stands tall in front of you while you sit. he keeps stroking your chin, and suddenly your lips part when his thumb goes beneath your bottom lip. your eyes closed, face all relaxed in his palms, and your hands holding onto his thighs; aemond almost loses his mind when you open your mouth ever so slightly to take his thumb inside.
he recovers quickly, presses a soft fingertip on your sensitive lip. you get encouraged, part your lips further for him. he slowly pushes his thumb inside as your lips close around him, keeping him inside of your mouth.
he isn't sure if he heard that correctly but you make a small gasping sound as you suck on his thumb. his other fingers keep stroking your cheeks, his thumb inside your mouth pressing softly on your tongue, only for you to suck it harder. you are visibly relaxed, aemond feels like he has find a way to reduce your stress.
he wants to discover more. do you enjoy having him in your mouth? do you feel relaxed when you busy yourself focusing on the pressure between your lips? do you like using your teeth? he is curious, and he moves his thumb quicker that he intends to. your eyes snap open as if you just realize what you've been doing. you pull yourself away from him, his shy girl, and you blush.
"i'm so sorry, aemond." you whisper. "i didn't mean to- i mean, you-"
he is quick to hush you by pressing his fingertips on your lips. "i wanted you to do that, sweetheart. you didn't do anything to be sorry for, i just-" he tries to be gentle. "it felt good, didn't it? your mouth being occupied?"
you nod, shyly, you're trying to get used to the feeling of your new boyfriend as he tries to find a way to help you. "i don't do it on purpose. biting my lip, or chewing on the pencil i mean."
"i see." he says. "i can help you, you know? you don't have to hurt yourself."
you shake your hand. "i don't want to hurt you."
he gives you a sly smirk. "who says i'm hurting?" he reaches for your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. "i liked it."
"yeah?"
"yeah." he nods. "of course."
you stand up from your chair to hold onto him, arms wrapped around his abdomen. he makes you feel so comfortable at that moment and so safe, you feel like you can fall asleep right there with the sudden relaxation you get. "can we go to bed?"
he rubs your back, a big hand around your neck. "we can, baby."
you are tired but you keep your eyes open as you settle down. you've been on aemond's bed before, it's nothing new, but somehow it feels more intimate this time. he gives you one of his shirts to wear, folds your clothes gently before he puts them on the chair. he lays on bed next to you after he adjusts the pillows the way he knows you're comfortable.
you wrap one of your legs around aemond's thighs, he supports you by holding your waist. he tilts your chin up and leans into your space, pressing the softest kiss on your lips. "does it hurt?" he whispers.
"my lip?" you already know the answer.
"mm-hmm." his fingers wander on your cheek.
"no." you say. "i'm okay."
"that's good." he says. "i was terrified, thinking i can't kiss you."
he doesn't even wait, he just puts his lips on yours and kisses you. you kiss him back, you know he won't let you go for a long time. he moves his lips ever so gracefully on yours and you are desperate for breathing his air.
you hold onto his arm, pulling him closer. neither of you breaks the kiss, you suck his bottom lip, and he pushes his tongue in your mouth. you make a small sound, accepting anything he gives you. now that he knows how much you like using your mouth on him, he gives you plenty of opportunities to take what you want.
you are breathless when he stops. you give one last, little kiss on his bottom lip and try to catch your breath. aemond pulls the covers on you, helps you lay down on top of him without forcing your neck.
"you know," you begin, quietly. "i'm still nervous about my finals."
he lets out a laugh. "i know. i'll wake you up early, okay? just try to get some rest."
you nod, brush a thank you kiss on his neck. "aemond?"
"hmm?" he sounds tired, too.
"can i-" it takes every piece of bravery to form your question. "can i have your fingers?" you ask him quietly.
he rubs the corner of your mouth, his thumb playing with your bottom lip. "yes." your part your lips for him and it's the most perfect thing he's ever witnessed. "anytime you want, sweetheart."
#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond x you#aemond x reader#modern!aemond#house of the dragon#hotd#aemond one eye
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I’m addicted to the thought of Aemond being edged
Me as well, nonnie, me as well! NSFW under the cut!
Is you mind in the gutter thinking about Aemond gritting his teeth as your mouth leaves his cock two seconds before him coming down your throat? The strangled cry leaving his lips as his cock bounces against his belly, red and leaky, his hands grabbing the headboard even tighter, or he'll do something stupid, like making himself come? How long has it been since you two started this? How long since your fingers curled around his manhood teasingly and you ordered him not to come? How many times has he felt the heath of orgasm lit the pit of his belly and for you to deny him? He can feel fat tears rolling down his inflamed cheeks, his balls hurting so much with every breath he takes and your cruel laugh in his ears. Your soft hands cup his face and he can't help leaning into your touch, needing you to comfort him in his torment. You kiss his forehead and down his nose, his lips tremble under yours, his mouth pliant to yours, wanting to please you. A long sob is all he can manage when your fingers breach him, not truly aiming for his prostate, just scissoring him open, his hips following your movements in a desperate attempt to find a release you are not going to grant him, not now. He wants to beg, he wants to make you proud, he wants to come so much he can't even think, his back arching for your lips to play with his stiff nipples. Your voice is softer now that you've added a third finger, encouraging him, his eye so big and full of need; you'll let him come, eventually, but only when he loses his speech altogether, and he is far from accomplishing that.
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the way you talk with your lips
Fandom: BNHA | MHA
Pairing: BKKR & KRBK | Bakugo/Kirishima
Rated T: SFW w/ mild sexual tension, mostly romantic fluff & hurt/comfort, 3rd year au, kissing + intimacy, second-hand embarrassment for bakugo, for lots of kissing, also embarrassed bakugo, mina is a good friend, light angst w/ a happy ending
Also found on ao3.
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Bakugo Katsuki is good at everything.
Until he isn’t, but nobody tells him that, not at first. And by nobody that would be his bestfriend, former crush, current boyfriend of two years, Kirishima Eijiro.
It took a lot of dancing and pining before the two got together. Eijiro had to do most of the heavy emotional lifting to get to the mutual confessions, but it had been worth it to get to now, to holding hands and kissing each other in quiet moments between class and school work.
Eijiro prided himself on honesty and open communication, navigating the hardships of any relationship with care and patience. He's cracked Katsuki's tough shell, carving himself a door to knock on when things get rough so he could be let in.
But how do you tell your boyfriend he absolutely sucks at kissing?
He endures it for two years before the sturdy hero crumbles and confesses to Mina, the only person he trusts not to blow up and tell everybody (not Kaminari who can't keep a secret to save his life).
She loses her shit, and rightfully so.
Eijiro waits her out, sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching her roll with laughter, wiping tears from her eyes before it smears her eyeliner. He sighs, chin in hand, elbow on knee, patient.
"B-Bakugo can't ki-kiss?!"
"Shh! Not so loud! The walls aren't that thick, Mina," he complains in a hushed tone. He knows he'll be in big trouble if anyone were to overhear; the idea of Sero and Denki's taunting alone has him frowning.
"I can't believe this. Am I in a fever dream?"
Eijiro wishes.
"It's not that he can't kiss," Eijiro stresses, because of course Katsuki knew how to give gentle kisses against his temple on bad days or soft presses of lips on aching hands," it's just when things get... heated he loses it a little."
Mina finally settles, pink hair a mess.
“What do you mean by that?”
He lets out a frustrated whine, falling back to sprawl against the bed. "He doesn't know how to, like, use his tongue? He gets really into it, but he doesn't know how to make it good. It's really sloppy and just... I don't know. I feel bad saying it."
Eijiro didn't really care, not when he got to fall asleep next to his boyfriend every night, not when their dates were filled with laughter and sweet, whispered words.
He didn't need their makeouts to make his toes curl and leave him shivering. He just wanted the intimacy.
“You look like a kicked puppy.”
He groans, scrubbing his hands down his face. “You’re not helping. You’re supposed to be helping.”
“Honey, why don’t you suck it up and tell him?”
“Because he’ll never talk to me again if I do. You know how Katsuki can be…”
Temperamental. Private. Prideful.
And very much in love with Eijiro as much as Eijiro was in love with him. It feels like a low blow, it shouldn't make him yearn the way he does. But how much happier would he and Katsuki be if they both knew what they were doing?
"You could teach him," Mina suggests. "If you sit him down and talk to him, give him a day to stew about it, then show him what you want."
He supposes that's true, easy enough. So why is he so scared he's about to mess up everything by being greedy?
"How do I tell my boyfriend he's a lousy kisser when he doesn't like to admit he's bad at anything?"
A sound, something hard hitting the ground, the flap of paper. Eijiro looks up, heart dropping down into his stomach.
Because Katsuki is looking at him with heartbroken eyes.
Shit. Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, and more shit.
"I-I, what are you doing here?"
Smooth. Eijiro wanted to bash his head against the wall, unhardened. Katsuki's eyes were shining rubies, beautiful and sad, and full of emotion, but hurt being the most prominent.
His focus shifts to the magazine that's been dropped to the floor. It's a fitness book, they'd been talking about getting new weights, Eijiro could use a new punching bag, something custom made with a Red Riot logo perhaps.
Now he feels even more like an ass.
By the time he looks back up, Katsuki's gaze has sharpened, no longer vulnerable. His walls were up, ruby eyes turned into broken glass, threatening to tear Eijiro open, laid bare and wounded just as Katsuki had been.
They searched, burned, questioned.
Then Mina moved, reminding them both that she was here, and they were having a staring contest in her room. Awkward.
“Ahem. Mom, Dad, I know you’re fighting but—”
“Oh fuck off!”
Katsuki shouts and quickly turns on his heel, the door slamming right after him, rattling the walls with echoes of his frustration.
Eijiro let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Shit."
“Well that could’ve gone better.”
"Mina," he whines, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into his face, hoping to suffocate himself.
He can't see her roll her eyes, but he feels another pillow being thrown at him, landing on his chest. "Quit being a baby and go talk to your boyfriend like a manly man, or whatever it is you need to convince yourself to get off my bed."
Eijiro huffs, but does as he's told, getting up and slinking out of his friend's room. Apprehensively, he finds himself outside of Katsuki's dorm room, wringing the forgotten magazine in his hands. He finds the courage to knock, firm enough to be heard.
“Katsuki?”
He waits. After a minute he thinks he's being shut out, that he should give his boyfriend time to mope and seethe.
Then the door is ripped open, Katsuki's angry face greeting him with bared teeth. "What? Are you done humiliating me?"
“I wasn’t—”
"Shut the fuck up," Katsuki hisses, grabbing the front of Eijiro's shirt, pulling him forcibly inside the room, slamming the door then his body against it.
It’s another moment of intense eye contact.
Katsuki's nostrils flare as he attempts a breathing exercise, trying to keep himself from exploding. It's cute, as cute as a raging bull can be.
Eijiro can wait for him. He’s done it countless times before, giving his explosive boyfriend silent support.
The struggle is plain across Katsuki’s face. Eventually he calms down, slowly like a deflating balloon; hunched shoulders relax, the wrinkle in his brows smooth over, even his mouth softens.
Forehead meets shoulder, defeated. “I thought you liked kissing me.”
It's heartbreakingly melancholic. Eijiro wants to kiss the sadness away, but it'll take more than that to mend the hurt ego of his boyfriend.
"I do, I like kissing you a lot! It's just... how you kiss sometimes just—," he bites his lip, unsure.
There's a puff of hot breath at his shoulder, he can feel it through the cotton of his shirt. Katsuki lifts his head to look at him dead on. “Talk clearly, dumbass.”
"You're really sloppy!" He blurts out before he can back out. He's committed to being honest, that's what Katsuki is asking of him. The guilt is still there, tugging with greedy hands, worse when seeing his boyfriend's gobsmacked face.
"Hah!? What the fuck, Ei?"
"Look just— you said talk so just listen okay?" He points to the bed, earning a huff and small shove.
There's grumbling and shuffling, but eventually they're sitting on the bed, facing each other. Eijiro nervously presses his palms against his knees, taking a deep breath.
"I love kissing you. It's, like, my favorite thing to do! Your lips are so soft and your hands are so warm—"
“Fucking— damnit Ei, get to the point!”
Flustered, Katsuki also presses his hands against his knees, trying to wipe the nervous sweat away. He licks his lips, self-conscious.
Eijiro gives him mercy, reigning in the sappiness for now.
“You get too… excited. Like the way you use your tongue is, I don’t know, too much. If you’d just slow down maybe?”
Katsuki growls, frustrated. Was he using too much tongue? Was he too aggressive when they kissed?
"You never said anything before," he mumbles. Did he use too much teeth? No, he figured that one out after their first kiss.
“I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
“And telling Pinkie wasn’t?”
“I needed advice!”
They grow quiet again. Eventually Katsuki reaches out, grabbing one of Eijiro's hands tightly. He pulls, pulls until his boyfriend falls into his lap. With arms tightly wound around a familiar waist, Katsuki can finally breathe.
“Then show me. Show me how you want me to do it.”
Eijiro is very aware of his position, the way he's straddling his boyfriend, hands resting on strong shoulders. Manly, he can’t help thinking.
He's hesitant at first, scrutinized under Katsuki's penetrating gaze. He feels seen through, and the glimmer in those eyes challenges him, dares him to put his money where his mouth is.
Or rather his kissing skills where his mouth is.
Fingers fit along Katsuki's jaw, making him shiver. Trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest, he stares up. Eijiro's hair is down, soft strands of red tickling his cheeks. He has half a thought to move his hands, to pull hips closer or run a hand through that hair. He doesn’t, trying to give his boyfriend the reins.
It's hard, he's used to taking the lead, but maybe that's the problem. Eijiro needs to lead, to take, and the idea is a turn on if he were honest with anyone besides his thoughts.
"Ei," he murmurs in encouragement, skin buzzing with anticipation the longer he has to wait.
And Eijiro, damn him, smiles. It's unfair how he steals Katsuki's breath away with little effort, keeping the explosive blond hopelessly in love.
Finally, Eijiro leans in, head tilting to fit their lips together. It's soft, softer than their first kiss, and it sends pleasure and happiness through Katsuki like lightning.
He can't help the way his hands grasp at the back of Eijiro's shirt, or the hushed groan that leaves his lips. There's just something about having Ei's weight on him, hands touching him gently, the careful way they slot together like puzzle pieces.
It's that moment in the romance novels he secretly reads, the one that says 'Oh, you're the sun, and the moon, and the stars, and I'm an asteroid caught in your orbit, ready to collide with you.'
Katsuki will be happy to experience it again and again, forever.
But he has to focus, figure out what he's lacking, and how he can love Eijiro better. No way is he missing out on anything, eyes closed, but trying not to get lost in it like he usually does.
The first slide of tongue is hot and slow, unhurried, almost like it's making love to his mouth. Katsuki moans, shifts the weight in his lap, trying to press closer somehow.
It's not enough, it's never enough when it comes to Eijiro unless he's pinning the other boy down—
Lips break apart with a wet 'smek!' and Katsuki growls in annoyance as he opens his eyes. Somehow Eijiro is under him, hair splayed out looking up at him in a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Their hips are flush together, Katsuki can feel heat spreading from head to toe.
“Katsuki.” Eijiro is laughing.
He can feel his face burn up worse than his quirk. "Fuck, I didn't..."
"You always do this. You get so—" Eijiro rolls his eyes, but his smile holds no malice. It makes Katsuki want to kiss him again. "I love you."
And there goes his heart, melting like a popsicle under the heat of the sun, or maybe a warm mouth like Eijiro's.
He swallows harshly, leaning in again, but a hand covering his mouth stops him. He opens his eyes, forgets ever closing them, to see Eijiro grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it.
“Nope. I’m cutting you off.”
He tries to say something, muffled by the palm. He growls, moving until he can get into a position to bite.
"Hey!" The hand flies back, a pout replacing the wild smile. "You didn't even say it back, jerk."
“You want me to say it?”
It's Katsuki's turn to grin, one hand sliding up Eijiro's shirt, fingers dancing along exposed skin. It has the desired effect, the body beneath him squirming instantly, trapped and unable to escape the revenge. He pairs the tickling with gentle bites along his boyfriend's neck as Eijiro fights in his hold. There's laughter, some pleading, and when Katsuki thinks he's had enough, he pulls back. He takes another long look, taking in flushed cheeks, messy hair and a panting mouth.
The grin softens into a smile. "Fucking love you," it's a whisper, like a secret, reminding Ei that these words were meant for him and him alone. A grunt, impatient, follows. "Now can I fucking kiss you?"
Eijiro laughs with a nod, settling down as lips skim across his cheek. Katsuki tries on his own this time, starting the kiss slow, applying the short lesson he allowed Eijiro to give. He molds their lips together carefully, imitating Eijiro. Slowly he inches his tongue in to join, flicking it across pointed teeth teasingly. Pride swells in his chest when Ei moans, hands moving to comb through soft blonde hair.
Katsuki presses forward, reminding himself to go slow. Eijiro deserves the effort, the time it takes to break him down into a blissed out mess. He continues licking, then pulling back to initiate another kiss in the same slow manner. Everything grows hotter, deeper.
Eijiro keeps making these pleased little noises: hums, groans, even a few gasps when Katsuki adds a little nip. And Katsuki understands now why his boyfriend felt a little underwhelmed. There's something about the slowness that makes things more intense, more intimate.
When they finally part again, they need a minute to catch their breaths. Katsuki's lungs are filled with awe at the glazed look in Eijiro's eyes, the way his boyfriend is relaxed in the bedsheets.
Katsuki is no longer an asteroid, he's a comet crashing and burning with love.
"Ha," he says the second he can breathe again," I'm the fucking best."
He's not offended by Eijiro's laugh for long, not when he's pulled back in for another kiss. Because Bakugo Katsuki is a fast learner, and he refuses to be bad at anything, especially loving Kirishima Eijiro.
#sfw fic#mha fic#bnha fic#hurt/comfort#light angst#angst with a happy ending#second hand embarrassment#fluff#kissing#intimacy#kiribaku#bakushima#bkkr#krbk#bakugo x kirishima
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i keep thinking about the idea of jinyoung being really into edging and overstimulation he would be so into it and he’s edge his partner and then once they finally cum he’d overstimulate them <333 i need someone to write something for that
I didn't proofread this well. I literally read this, brainrotted, and wrote this when I finally had time. I hope this is what you wanted nonny 😭 tysm for the request. can't guarantee I can fulfill requests fast, but pls!! I don't mind answering hard or soft thoughts/asks. My asks are always open.
Reunion
Pairing: Bae Jinyoung x Femme Reader | [Y/N]
18+ Only!!! Minors DNI!!!!! Fiction, not real!!
Rating/Warnings: Erotica/ PWP, Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Overstimulation, Edging, Fingering (F Receiving), Rough Sex, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, Impact Play, Squirting
The front door was unlocked. You roll your eyes, knowing full well it was your boyfriend’s carelessness. Kicking your shoes off, you slam the door shut. Clicking the locks into place, you’re assured that your home is secure.
“BaeBae!” you shout. Running up the stairs, fingers gliding against the polished wooden railing as you hopped with every step. “How long have you been home?”
His jet black shone, back facing you from the open balcony he stood on. The familiar broad shoulders, slim waist, perky ass. Your boyfriend’s beautiful body was covered, but the loose knit vest left openings on his arm holes to show off his perfect muscles.
“I just arrived.” He turned around, standing up straight. Pouty lips, big round eyes. Perfectly sharp jawline. “Hi baby.”
You rush into his arms. Not a word between you. His giant palms slip over your hips, eyes hooded as you lock gazes.
He kisses you. So much deeper than he’s ever kissed you before. Your chest feels tight as he sucks the life out of you. Arms pressing you against him, sweet luscious lips firmly against yours.
Your fingers curl, grasping the soft cotton of his top. His tongue is parting your lips and you breathe in the cool elevated air. He grunts - hips bucking against yours - when you give out an involuntary whine onto his tongue.
Breaking the kiss, he has one hand on your chin before his forehead rests against yours. His concentrated stare - dark irises locked on you, pouty downward curved lips, stuns you. You’re at a loss for words or thought as you marvel at the beautiful Bae Jinyoung.
Your Beautiful Bae Jinyoung.
“You can’t be this cute when I just wanted to kiss you.” You shut your eyes, fire igniting up your chest as his fingertips trail down the front of your throat. “Do you remember the last time you kept making those noises?”
His thumb presses at the center of your mouth. His eyes scan your face. Lips, nose, eyes, toward your ears and neck. Back to your lips. Thumb stroking across your bottom lip.
You had a final morning together before departing for your separate jobs. Weeks ago. He’d pulled you into his arms and kissed you, body over yours.
The more you tried to get air in to breathe, the harder he kissed. The harder he’d pushed his hips against you. All that was afforded to you was a quick 2 minute fuck.
But now, you have all evening to be with him. To tease him. To fuck him.
“I missed you BaeBae.” You suck on his thumb, shutting your eyes.
“Fuck.” He barely breathes it out. “You’re asking for it.”
His lips are over yours. The cold metal bars from the gate dig into your back as he presses his body up against you. You hum against his lips when his hand touches your neck, fingers caressing your skin.
You lose sense of gravity as you yelp. BaeJin has you in his arms, carrying you bridal style back into the flat.
You groan onto his tongue. His lips are devouring yours as he walks you to the bed, paying no mind to the wild winds slamming the French doors open, balcony curtains flapping loudly.
“BaeBae.” His warmth is gone as he sets you down on the bed. The curves on his broad shoulders illuminate under the moonlight. Black hair contrasting his milky skin - creating a wavering halo over his head with the glow of the moon behind him. “I missed you. Missed your kisses. Your lovely voice. Your-”
“-everything.” Hot breath against your lips, he kisses you aggressively. Tongue parting your mouth open. Hand between your legs, his grunts into your mouth before nipping your bottom lip. “I missed you too, babe.”
His rash disrobing is matched by you. Your fingers unfastening the front zipper to his jeans. His hand up in the air with your panties intertwined between his fingers, other hand palming your tit. Long digits pressing against your sensitive nub.
“I need you.” His tongue glides back and forth against the front of your throat, tips of his fingers pushing against the folds of your labia. “You’re mine.”
“Always yours.”
You gag, two thick fingers in your mouth, pressing against the center of your tongue. Shivers down your shoulder blades. Spine. Bursting heat deep in your core. Warm lips sucking your earlobe.
“I missed you.” His soft whisper sends chills down your spine, deep into your core. “How much do you want me, babe?”
“Don’t leave me, Bae.” Your fingers caress his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. Sweet moan into his lips as his strong thrust weighs down on you.
“Why so formal? Am I just a hookup?”
His body is gone. Cool air unleashing goosebumps all over your body.
“BaeBae?” You stand on your knees, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His back facing you. “Babe? Did I upset you?”
You yelp, his hands on your arms. You’re on your back, he’s over you. Lips crashing together, sucking air out of you.
“Jinyoung! BaeBae! I want you, babe.” His chuckles against you burn you up, his kisses peppering across your chest, down to your tits. “You’re the one who treats me like a hookup. Like a whore.”
“You like it.”
Your moans shake the walls. His long fingers trace around your labia, tips drawing small circles into your pubes. Your pussy shakes, cunt growing wet. You want him to ruin your insides, grind on your clit.
“BaeBae!” You cry. He’s sitting up. Hands pulling you up.
You’re on your knees, hands planting against the pillows, legs spread out.
“Need you.” His tip glides over your wet heat. You moan together as he pokes at your entrance. You whimper as his cock slides up against your slit, barely brushing over your throbbing clitoris. “All I think about - you, all day.”
“BaeJin.” Your hips thrust back as his cock slides against you. You mewl as his tip prods at your cunt. “Jinyoung, I want you.”
Your hip aches as his grip tightens, nails digging into your flesh. Cock pushing into you. Your parting lips ache, clit writhing as your hot slick pools toward it.
Both hands on your hips he pounds your ass against his hips. Your insides are being pushed around, stomach full and warming up.
“My fucking whore-so-fucking-hot.” His pants are growing erratic. Your cries are pathetic, burning up your vocal cords. Ass numbing up like your knees, but your pussy is ecstatic. Sweet ache, ripples of pleasure tighten the coil at your center. “Babe-pussy so good.”
“Perverted” - you cry out, knees buckling, as he pulls out of you - “BaeBae!”
“You’re mine,” he says softly, hands massaging your hips, turning you around.
You kiss, affection growing as he palms your thighs. You moan onto his tongue when his thumbs meet at your clit, pressing up against your sensitive nerves.
“BaeBae!” One thumb is flicking your wet bundle of nerves, middle finger from his other hand pushing into your wet heat. “I’m going to-”
“-So fucking needy!” He hisses against your throat. Fingers gone from your throbbing pussy. You yelp, head throwing back as a hard slap against your pussy shoves air out of your lungs. He chuckles, fingers caressing your folds. He slaps you again - your hips buck up hard. “I love your shaking little pussy.”
You moan, eyes shut tight, fingers intertwined into your own tresses. Two of his fingers are back inside, shallow ruts making your pussy quiver.
You’re flat on your back, his massive thighs weighing over yours. His beautiful hard rod is sliding into your wet pussy. Shaking hips you thrust against each other.
Mouth open - taking in erratic breaths - you refuse to be the first to moan. He picks up on your resolve, chuckle at the back of his throat. Hot kisses at your throat.
His thrusts are hard. Heavy with his powerful hips. Knee planting down on the mattress to lift your thigh up higher.
“BaeBae!” You cry out, arms wrapping around his neck as he plows into you. Each push cutting you open. Hot tip poking your g-spot. “Cumming!”
His heavy exhaled breath hits your chin when he pulls out of you. You whine against his lips, the coil at your core loosening away from an orgasm. Eyebrows furrowed, you yelp into his mouth when he pushes his throbbing cock back into your dripping cunt.
“Not so easy, babe.” Hands keeping your biceps down against the mattress, he’s on his knees - keeping your legs spread wide open. “You’re mine.”
You cry out, eyes focused on his concentrated face. Teeth biting his bottom lip. Eyebrows furrowed. Scrunched up nose. His thrusts are long. Thick long cock letting your walls feel every motion he makes.
When your hips buck hard against him, he grips you there. Deep shallow ruts as his balls slap your ass. He’s calling you his fucking whore.
And with the way you cry out his name - fingers weakly curling against his muscular arms - you are. He needn’t feed you, ask you how you are. He just needed to fuck you into a mindless hole, ready for his use.
When your center’s coil is ready to break, he pulls out - loosening the pull. Keeping your desperate orgasm so close yet so far away.
Throbbing cock back into your puffy hole, his hips shake as he sinks balls deep into you. His massive palms glide up your calves, pulling your legs together and over your head.
“BaeBae!” You gasp. You feel every pulse of his cock rippling through your center, tingling your clit. Your chest feels heavy, making the blood rushing to your head waver your vision. “Fuck!”
His powerful thrusts shake your entire body. Bottom of your spine prickling as his hips punish your ass. Palms glide down your calves and thighs before pulling your legs apart.
“BaeBae!”
Your pussy feels like his cock is slicing you open. Heat at your g-spot like his tip is branding you. Over and Over. His body is over yours, mouth sucking yours.
You’re silent, tongues fighting to push into each other’s mouths. Hands entangled in each other’s hair. His hips pushing up into yours; yours trying to match his.
Eyebrows furrowed, your claws hook over his ears as his hands grab your hips. His thrusts are fast, your walls constricting so hard your center’s coil having melted, your insides coming undone.
Wetness is shooting out of you. Your mind is gone. Your focus is what you feel.
BaeJin’s teeth grazing against the front of your throat. Your pussy walls squeezing his aching rod. His thrusts continue fast, shallow - strong - against you.
Stuttering whimpers, you can barely hold onto him. His mouth is sucking on your tit, tongue flicking your nipple. Arms wrapped around your waist, he cums into you - pushes so hard your head is hitting the headboard. Hot tears blinding your vision. Drooling pooling at the corners of your lips.
*thump*
*thump*
*thump*
“BaeBae!”
His cum is deep inside you. A fever building up as he dumps more hot cum into you. His gravelly groan shakes your chest, teeth clamped down on your tit. Your body is hot. Cum all over your insides.
The world is spinning. Continual pushes as his cock writhes. Your walls keep constricting. You’re both lost in each other’s kisses. Limbs entangling.
You whine. A gentle *pop* when he breaks the kiss. The sexy grunt he gives makes your pussy quiver. Fucked out, you remain still as he pulls out, head resting on your sweaty stomach.
As much as you want to confess your undying love for him, all you can manage is a gentle grin. Eyes shut you fall asleep, feeling his warm muscular arms hold you close to him.
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Thank you for reading!
Love, CC ♣️
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I am not your enemy - Lance fanfiction part 31
Chapter 31 : You're going to have to take your clothes off
- Princess, you may be incredibly perfect in this outfit, you're going to have to take your clothes off.
I stared at him, literally speechless.
- That I... what ?
And then, what was this sudden new nickname ?
He huffed, as if my question, which was also completely legitimate, irritated him in any way.
- Like I told you, if humans are here, there's a good chance it has something to do with you. I can't leave you in the Crystal Room with the other inhabitants. It would be too dangerous, both for you and for them.
Showing me the clothes and armor lying on the table, he continued :
- Except you're going to have to stay with me. And even though you look... more than gorgeous in that dress, you're going to have to put on something more practical. We have very little time, we'll have to hurry.
I nodded, troubled by the words he used to describe me.
As if, after denigrating himself, he was trying to put me on a pedestal, thus widening the chasm between us, thus proving to himself that he was probably not worth it and that his categorical reaction could only be justified.
But I did not agree with this method.
- Very well, I whispered angrily.
Without further ado, I took off my high heels while leaning on the wooden ledge, thus losing many centimeters. With a kick, I sent them flying under the table and then attacked the many strings in my back that held my dress. Pretending to ignore me, Lance did the same, removing his golden epaulettes and the red scarf that ran along him. His white jacket quickly followed the same trajectory.
All the strings undone, I let the soft fabric slide down my body, revealing my lace underwear. When it hit the ground, I jerked my feet free.
As he fastened the armor on his large chest, I noticed the dragon's eyes drift unwillingly over me, lingering on my curves, igniting a probably involuntary flame in the hollow of his pupils. Then he lowered his head, clearing his throat at the same time with an uncertain movement, before grabbing the paraphernalia placed in front of him.
- What should I wear ? I questioned him.
Hands full, he walked around the table before stopping in front of me, suddenly towering above me. And, for the first time since Falco had interrupted us, he finally met mine.
With an intensity that left me speechless.
Despite the barriers he constantly strove to maintain around him - erecting them as if they were no more than his only lifeline, his only keep out of a chaotic, devastating expanse of water, which would surely take him to his depths if he wasn't careful - I guessed a multitude of emotions when his gaze locked on mine.
His chest heaved, as if he took a deep breath before plunging under the black water, keeping me in suspense. Then, finally, his eyes tore harshly from mine before becoming shifty again.
And my heart seemed to choke.
- It's only a more suitable outfit but a little complicated to put on when you don't know. My teams are already there. With a night like this, it's always best to watch the surroundings, but we need to be in better condition in case of a fight. I don't know how it's outside and I would prefer that you run as little risk as possible.
His voice cracked several times during his tirade, which strangely caressed my ears.
Because he was clearly losing his means...
Following his words, the dragon caught me off guard as he crouched down in front of me, the garment in his hands. I raised my eyebrows in amazement.
- Lance, are you aware that I'm big enough to manage to dress mysel...
But the end of my sentence died on my lips when his fingers, so fresh, curled delicately around my calf. With a sure gesture, he then lifted my leg to help me put on the whole thing. When he had finished taking care of the second, his fingers lingered just behind my knee, caressing perhaps without realizing it the skin so thin there, which gave rise to an irrepressible goosebumps on all my body.
And of course, Lance noticed it.
For a moment his eyes stared at my legs, those turned so white in his large tanned palms, and I thought I could make out a faint smile stretching the corner of his lips before he pushed the soft fabric up my thighs. In the same momentum, he sat up in front of me, stopping the race of his hands just on my hips, touching my stomach.
The dragon then began to tie the garment, circling my body with his arms before pulling the laces over my stomach. Standing so close to me, probably much too close for that matter, I could feel his cold breath on my chest, which was heaving faster and faster.
And I had to admit that its freshness was welcome because, for a few seconds, I was starting to get really hot.
By the Oracle, was Lance aware that the way he dressed me was almost as ambiguous, even somewhat erotic, as the way he undressed me ?
Still, neither of us broke the placid silence we had agreed to, only the sound of laces being pulled echoing through the room. Seeing him take care of me like this took all my attention, so much so that I paid little attention to the small shocks that ran through my skin each time his skilful fingers touched me.
Surprisingly cold discharges, moreover, very different from the usual ones...
His gestures were sure, he knew how to put on this kind of armor in record time. Yet I felt the attention he gave to his task, as he trying not to hurt me. And, maybe I had dreamed it, but I was sure I felt his fingers linger for a moment against my stomach. His thumb caressed my skin in an infinitely soft way at this precise spot, which aroused a new emotion in me.
I couldn't stop my heart from racing. This closeness, just in the wake of his stormy words, made me more than confused and I knew he was too. How were we supposed to behave towards each other after all this, exactly ?
But this distance, it was Lance who had established it, and only him. And despite everything, his words had hurt me deep inside.
So I did nothing. Nothing but watch him carefully.
Eventually, this moment came to an end at some point, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Still walled in a stony silence, Lance had helped me put the top on in record time, probably relieved to have only my eyes to avoid. Within seconds I was covered from top to bottom.
- Alright, we can go, he told me in a hoarse voice, swallowing hard.
This wasn't the time to approach him about this subject, I was well aware of that. Still, my heart sank painfully.
- Above all, don't move away from me and try to always stay in my field of vision.
Still in a daze from this strange moment, I nodded to let him know that I understood.
I had to pull myself together.
The dragon dragged me out of the hall. Hurrying through the awfully quiet market square, we finally arrived at the HQ gardens.
Suddenly, several voices began to sound not far from us. Lance and I exchanged a quick look before sneaking our way to the front gate of HQ.
- Calm down. All we ask is to meet the human. The one you call « Oracle's Chosen ».
I froze in place, bewildered.
How could humans have heard of my existence? Miiko's potion having normally erased me from every memory.
Or else, for that, they had to at least have had real contact with faeries, which wasn't supposed to be the case... right ?
Nevra's voice suddenly rose, calm and thoughtful.
- And what exactly do you want with her, « Oracle's Chosen » ?
He increased his intonation on his last words, repeating the ones they had used. I leaned over to better observe the scene. One of the men, probably the one who had just spoken, raised an eyebrow as he lingered on Nevra, then a weak smile tugged his thin lips.
- We just want to talk to her, nothing more. But you, the vampire, should be more open to helping us meet her... am I wrong ?
That...
What did the man mean by that ?
Despite the very low light, night having fallen for several hours already, I still managed to distinguish the jaw of the said concerned suddenly clenching. Before letting out a weak chuckle.
- You have the eye. I'm indeed a vampire, you're right. But that, it's perhaps by dint of frequenting those of my race, am I wrong ?
Nevra toyed with them, seeming to enjoy deflecting their questions so as not to provide them with a concrete answer. The man didn't even try to hide the gleam of amusement that shone deep in his eyes.
- I cannot refute that the vampires of Yaqut are well known to us, indeed. But I'm still surprised to meet one here, given what they... well, never mind, he cut off with a wave of his hand, as if rejecting any information that he suddenly deemed useless. We are here for a whole other thing and it would not be necessary to linger too long. So, he resumed with a darker air, the human, where is she ?
A shiver suddenly ran through me as his expression had changed. Beside me, I felt Lance tense up as well.
I knew he had to join Nevra but that my presence was holding him back...
- Unfortunately, I don't think it will be possible, resumed the vampire. I don't know what my peers have told you, but know that they're not really known to be trustworthy. So, if you want...
Not letting him finish his sentence, the one who was to be the leader of the group of humans suddenly raised his arms in front of him, immediately followed by all his men, holding a gun firmly in his black-gloved hands directly at Nevra.
- Very well, if we have to go through the hard way, we'll not hesitate...
My blood only boiled.
Escaping Lance's vigilance and no longer answerable for anything, as the anguish had just wrapped around me, I rushed in great strides in the direction of the two men who were now staring at each other, my ears ringing under the violent blows of my already disordered pulse.
- NO, DON'T SHOOT !
The man froze then, the gun still pointed directly at Nevra – who wasn't moving one iota.
- It's me, I continued, totally out of breath from the panic that had swallowed me whole. It's me you're looking for. I am the human, or Oracle's Chosen.
Quickly grabbing my wrist, the vampire breathed through clenched teeth :
- Andraste, what are you playing, here ?
- What about you ? This is a far more dangerous weapon than any you can possess on Eldarya, it could kill you in one shot !
- That's my problem, not yours.
What ?!
An almost sick laugh interrupted us.
- Well, we're here ! You see, it wasn't that complicated, after all.
When I turned to face him, I was surprised to fall directly on a huge back with broad shoulders, totally tense.
- Let's get this straight, Lance growled right in front of me, his voice so ominous that even the man shuddered. At no time do you approach her, is that understood ?
- Ola, calm down, his interlocutor laughs nervously while finally lowering his weapon, raising his hands in the air to prove a feigned innocence. I see that she's not provided without the watchdog that goes with her. But that's okay, she must be pretty valuable.
Suddenly, a bright cold light sounded a little lower, catching my eye. Lance's ice. It was literally pulsing against his palms, wrapping around his long fingers and wrist.
The man couldn't help showing a stunned pout before trying to pull himself together.
- I'm the leader here, so you'll have to speak to me, Nevra intervened, stepping forward, feeling that the dragon's nerves were failing him. And your intervention, in the middle of the night and, what is more, the evening of a special event, is far from proving to me the candid value of your intentions. So, unless you are in a hurry, you will have to start by explaining your motivations to us.
The man glared, as if really annoyed by the turn of events. Then he capitulated, holstered his weapon right at hip level.
- Unfortunately, we're indeed in a hurry. You see, we still can't keep the portals open as long as we'd like, and this conversation is dragging on a little too long for my liking.
Turning to me, catching my gaze despite the two men standing between us, he added :
- Charles sent us, he blurted, his words echoing like a ticking time bomb inside me. He says you'll know who it is. What he wants is to be able to talk to you. On earth.
Then he turned away from my eyes to address the faeries facing him, looking resolute.
- We'll be back in two days, at the same time. And I dare to hope that the beautiful people of Eldarya will be more... inclined, to discuss.
Slowly, the group of men began to retreat, before finally turning their backs on us and disappearing into the forest that bordered the walls of the HQ.
Lance and Nevra didn't move immediately, staring straight at the edge of the trees.
- I have to join Huang Hua to report to her immediately, I'll let you take care of the rest, whispered the vampire in the direction of his second.
Getting ready to leave, he turned his back on him before hesitating for a moment. Finally, he planted a hand on his shoulder to slip him a few last words, much lower.
- We're going to do everything so that nothing happens to her, you know that.
Then he patted him with a friendly gesture.
- Try to pick yourself up.
When Nevra finally walked away, Lance's voice rang out harshly, addressing the Obsidian members all around us.
- Return to your posts immediately. No millimeter of HQ should be overlooked.
Following his order, the entire team then disbands, returning to where they came from. Gradually, the footsteps died away behind us, yet Lance still didn't move, remaining resolutely turned away from me.
This made the uneasiness between us rise.
Not really knowing what to say or do, I waited patiently for him to finally decide to... I don't know, make a gesture, say something ?
Without warning, his hand went up for the umpteenth time of the evening to his face, thus rubbing his eyes with ardor with a tense gesture.
- Fuck... he swore softly. Seriously, what the hell had you got into, jumping right into their trap ?!
Indignant, I felt the anger flowing in my turn. Lance had been angry with me for far too many times in one night.
- They were going to shoot Nevra, I remind you !
Unable to contain himself, he turned quickly to face me, anger rumbling deep in his eyes.
- So what ?! he got even more angry. You were planning to protect him with your body, perhaps ? Nevra is a vampire and one of the best soldiers I know, he would have necessarily managed to get away with it. But you, what would you have done, if they had really shoot ?!
- It was the only way to stop it and you know it ! You don't know humans like I know them, you can't know how treacherous, cold and desperate they are to achieve their goal ! They would inevitably have left a souvenir before leaving, even if it means dropping some of us just for form !
With energy, he painfully grabbed my arm before adding, in a dull, reproachful voice :
- And the baby, have you thought about it ?!
I widened my eyes, caught off guard, expecting anything but those words.
- You're pregnant, damn it ! If you really want to keep it, at least make the effort to take care of yourself ! What if something happened to you, did you think about it ?
- I...
In fact, I was left speechless. What was this weird blackmail Lance was doing to me ? And why was he getting so angry, so worried about something he had made it clear to me that he didn't want ?
It didn't make sense anymore...
Much too annoyed, my anger fell like a breath when I saw once again, his eyes fill with a thousand emotions far too unbearable for one person.
- Lance, I... I'm going to be more careful, I promise you, I said with difficulty. Nothing will... nothing will happen to me and the... baby.
He remained lost in my gaze for several seconds, suddenly seeming on the verge of breaking completely when he realized, with a hint of panic, the virulence with which he had squeezed my arm. When his fingers came loose, a sharp pain came over me at the same time as the trace of his huge hand marked my skin, but it didn't hurt me as much as the look he gave me at that moment.
A look totally horrified, frozen by the dread of his sudden gesture.
- Damn, when I tell you that I can't be a father, Andraste... he choked back.
(Chapter 32)
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Lost in Blood
pairing: sukuna x fem!reader I nsfw
word count: 4013
summary: after you kill your next victim sukuna fucks his heir in your belly
warnings: BLOOD ( it's not yours but there's a lot of blood, like a lot), blood kink, angst, death, murder, rough sex, sub/dom, dirty talk, belly buldge, breeding kink, two cocks, double penetration (in one and two holes)
authors note: if you are uncomfortable with the idea of blood or the idea of you killing people, this fanfic is NOT for you!!! this is coming from the deepest corners of my head. if you've watched American Horror Story and remember the countess sex scene with her vicitms, this fanfic was inspired by it
all credits to the artist of this pic:
ゲオブバビ/Geobubabi
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Screams fill the room, cutting through the air. They resemble the knife in your hand, which slides through the flesh beneath you. You watch it tensely as it draws its lines, forming wounds of varying depth. Deep red blood emerges from them, running in thick drops along the pale skin and then slowly pooling in puddles. Green emeralds stare at you, vein-streaked and wet. Tears flow like waterfalls from the large eyes, roll down the roundish face and get caught in the dark hair. Mouth wide open, a high, croaking voice makes your ears ring. You look at the woman below you and tilt your head slightly, contorting your face as the blade of the knife cuts deeper and a large gash forms on her arm. Her voice makes your head ache, almost explode. It drowns out the sound of tearing flesh. One too high note from her and you ram the knife into her arm, piercing it completely and scraping the dark floor on the other side of where she lies. She cries out loudly, trying to wiggle her limbs and squirming under you.
"Let me go!" her voice shrieks at you, and your hand clutches the handle of the weapon. Behind you, you hear a deep, dark laugh. At the small sound, the little hairs on your skin stand up and the butterflies dance inside you, which puts a smile on your face. You stare into her eyes, which look back in pure pain. As she eyes you, her face changes, becoming panicked as she sees your eyes and realizes what lies hidden deep within them. With one smooth thrust you ram the knife into her chest, right in the middle between her breasts. It slides through the flesh and bone like butter. The brown-haired woman spits blood, which speckles her pretty face. Her breathing changes, becoming shallower and more frantic, and she gasps. You watch her begin to fight for her life and pull the knife out of her. Blood gushes from the wound, splattering towards you as your hand snaps back down and the knife disappears into her body again, this time further to the left of it. Apparently, you hit her lungs completely. Her gasping gets louder and you see in her face that at the latest now the moment has come when she has understood that she can't survive this anymore. You sigh softly and look at her sadly. She lasted shorter than your last victim. The blood spreads over her body, flowing out of here like a stabbed pig. It looks so beautiful as the fabric of her white kimono turns dark. Her eyes search your face again, slowly glazing over as you stab her body again and again. Blood splatters on your face, arms, legs, and kimono as the life crawls out of her. The screams have long since stopped, she looks past your head, mouth open to a soundless scream. You stop as soon as her eyes lose their shine and the twitching of her body ceases. That is always the most significant moment. The feeling is impossible to describe when you see someone cross over into the beyond. Your mouth twists in dissatisfaction, this was way too easy. Other people are so terribly weak and whiny.
You feel a strong presence moving behind you and a warm shiver runs down your spine. A wide grin appears as Sukuna kneels beside you and leans down to you. Four big eyes look at you and make your breath catch. His pointed teeth flash at you, "Did you have fun, my little human?" You nod at him, unable to speak due to his beauty, "You did so well." His large hand rests against your cheek and he strokes it gently with his thumb, smudging the drops of blood. Your eyes close in pleasure and you snuggle up to him, enjoying the coldness he radiates. Again, he laughs, quieter this time, and pulls his hand away. Immediately your eyes open again and you look at the god in front of you.
His gaze wanders over your face, red smears on your cheek, before he looks to the dead woman at his feet. Countless wounds decorate her still-warm body, her blood slowly stops coming out of her, forming a lake in which she bathes almost weightlessly. Two of his fingers pick up some of the red liquid and he licks it off while his eyes land on you again. Your eyes widen and you lick your lips as you watch him do it. "You want some too, little human?" You nod at him and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. His eyes take on a darker colour at the scenario before him, his pupils widening and pushing out the red.
"So greedy," he murmurs, stroking your head, running his hand through your curls, "But her blood is dirty and bitter. You deserve better." You pull a slight pout at his words as he takes the knife from your hand. Your eyes watch him open his mouth and run his tongue over the blade, licking it clean. He turns the weapon so that the sharp edge rides over the muscle and slides in a clean cut through it. Your face shows your astonishment as his hand settles on your mouth. He pulls at your lips and opens them.
A blush rises to your face as his lips settle on yours and his tongue runs between them. He explores your mouth cavity, playing with you, and you moan. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as your small hands knead the fabric of his kimono. The metallic taste of his blood mixes with your saliva and overwhelms your senses. The kimono slips off his shoulders, exposing his bare chest. Greedily you suck the blood from his tongue and a low murmur comes from him. One of his hands slides down your side and rests on your thigh. He caresses your tender skin, wipes aside the fabric of your clothing and his nails scratch over your leg. You caress his chest meanwhile, running over his muscles. Your fingertips trace the black lines before your arms wrap around his neck. You press closer and your teeth bite lightly into his lower lip, pulling at it. When he breaks the kiss again, he leaves you breathless. Your head buzzes and you cling to him. "More?" he murmurs against your ear, kissing the spot just behind your earlobe.
"Yes, please," you moan in a trembling voice. His wide grin settles on his face and his eyes glint. His left arm around your waist pulls you away from the fading warmth of the dead woman beneath you, his right hand around your thigh grips tighter. He lays you down, right next to your victim and he looks down at you. The loose belt of your kimono unbuckles. A low growl comes from him as he sees your naked body lying in front of him.
In the middle of a pool of blood, your petite limbs writhe. Your curls lie around your face, framing it and giving you a kind of halo - so he is right about you being an angel. Your pink cheeks and sparkling eyes shine so full of life, a total contrast to his appearance. Your breasts jiggle slightly with each movement, while your nipples harden as they touch the cooler air. His gaze wanders lower and saliva gathers in his mouth as he looks at the lips between your legs, his hard cocks pushing through between the fabric sides of the kimono. Blood rushes into them, making them stick out hard from his strong body. He loves it when you look at him and your eyes glaze over slightly, your mouth opens and the blush on your face deepens. He especially loves the expression you take on once you see his fat cocks. Every time you look at him as if they could never fit in you and every time he convinces you otherwise.
"Mmm, you look so beautiful," he murmurs, his nails scraping across your waist and stomach. You whimper and your hands form fists as they grip the now fully soaked fabric of your kimono. His fingers wander over the thin and sensitive skin above your cunt, caressing it, making you wince. A moan escapes you and you throw your head back as he caresses the soft lips. He strokes satisfied along your slit, smearing your juices all over you before his thumb lands on your clit. Your moans grow louder and your eyes roll up into your head as he slowly massages the little knob in a circular motion. After watching you all day, his patience is short now. Almost naked, covered only with the thin fabric of your kimono, you have taken lives again and again. None of his imagination makes him hornier than this sight.
"How wet you are already, little human," he taunts, eyeing the twitches of your body, "This can't be all because of me, can it?" His name drops silently from your mouth and his body vibrates with laughter. He increases the pressure on your clit and your lower body twitches uncontrollably again. Already, a knot forms in your stomach and the feeling is truly amazing. A tingling sensation spreads from your core, flowing to all corners of your body and you open your legs wider for him. You angle them and your own hand spreads your labia, leaving bloody fingerprints. The sight makes Sukuna's cock drip and twitch against his belly. He looks closely at how his thumb massages your clit, how your hole shines and turns white because of all the juice. His long nail keeps stroking your swollen lips, making them turn red and swollen. "Fuck, it's not all because of me. Your little cunt gets wet when you kill, right?" His body bends over you and his left hand dips into the puddle of blood beside your head to brace himself. He looks at your half-closed eyes and licks red drops from your cheek.
His finger moves from your clit further down and he puts only his fingertip into your tight hole. With this small movement you push your back through and moan loudly. He dips it in and out again and stretches your hole as good as he can. Sukuna has to moan as well when shortly after three of his fingers press into you and stretch you better and further, "You are such a naughty little girl." He spreads his fingers, pressing against your tight, soft walls and you stare dumbly at him as he begins to thrust into you in this position. Satisfied, he watches your face, noticing every little movement. Tears form in your eyes and your brow furrows as his middle finger sinfully massages the rough spot inside you.
Again, your legs twitch uncontrollably and your hands reach for his shoulders. You dig your nails into his skin and he enjoys the pain. “Deeper”, he groans. His eyes stare at you lustfully as your nails dig into his flesh and muscles. Your fingers leave deep scratches and in some places, blood comes to the surface. The knot in your stomach tightens as he doesn't stop. Your body tenses before you groan loud and long. You stretch out towards him, your vision exploding black and your eyes turning white as you twist your eyeballs.
As you come off your high, his long, broad fingers pull out of you. He pushes off the ground and grabs your thigh. A bloody handprint forms on your leg, which he smears slightly as he grips harder. His eyes settle on his fingers, from which your juice flows in thick drops. He catches them with his long tongue and moans with pleasure, "Better than any blood I could drink." Once he's done, he grins again and your legs wrap around his waist, trapping him. His tall stature above you looks down at you, "You were such a good girl today, you deserve a reward for that, don't you?"
You nod at him and your gaze falls on his large hand, which is gripping one of his cocks and pumping it lightly in his hand. The thick veins stand out and his seed begins to drip from him onto your lower belly. You have to bite your tongue to keep from losing your mind again right away. He puts the tip to the red lips of your cunt and feels the heat you radiate. Slowly he pushes into you and tears your hole. Despite all the fluid between your legs, which has increased again due to your orgasm, and the stretching by his fingers, he barely fits inside you. All that lube doesn't stop it from starting to burn and your walls from starting to pulsate. You whimper in pleasure and close your eyes. The mixture of pain and desire is like a drug.
"Such a good girl," Sukuna whispers to you and places his hand on your belly, feeling his dick bury itself inside you. As he bumps the back, his balls twitch and he moans out. Seeing your little body in front of him, taking his cock so well, drives him crazy. You've hardly gotten used to him, squeezing his cock, but he can barely stand not to move. Normally he would wait longer, give you time, but today it is impossible.
"I'm sorry pet, I can't be that patient with you today," he mumbles and wraps his arms around your waist. He lifts your body up and your bare chest meets his. This changes the angle and he slides a little deeper, stretching you wide and pressing painfully against your cervix. You can't stifle the cry as you sit in his lap and he burrows deep inside you. Without pausing for a moment, he lets you bounce up and down on him a few times. His lips are on your jiggling right breast and he sucks on your hard nipple, licking it and biting it a little too hard. Again, you scream out, the pain moves through your upper body. Fuck, he wants to fill you. He wants to fuck you stupid and leave you almost unconscious. His left hand slaps your ass cheek, he reaches into the fat and spreads your ass apart.
His other hand rub soothingly over your bloodied back before his right hand moves to his second cock. This one is waiting painfully hard for attention. He pumps this one up and down a few times as well, but the feeling hardly eases. His pre-cum gets smeared between your ass cheeks and serves him as a lubricant. You press tighter against him as you feel the fat tip against you again, this time further back. Your eyes squeeze shut as he uses the mixture of blood and juice to push painfully into you. Your little asshole is still way too tight and every inch forward makes your body twitch.
"Fuck," he lets out a long moan as each ring of your anus clenches around him, taking him in. He grits his teeth to keep from thrusting right in one go, "So small and tight. I should have taken this hole right away."
"Su-sukuna," you gasp against his chest, and his gaze falls back to you. He loses his control when he sees your red cheeks, when he sees you looking at him with your eyes half-closed and your tongue sticking out. Your face shows the most different emotions and features when you are near him but seeing your fuck face makes him proud every time and moves something deep inside him.
In one smooth thrust, he pushes into you a second time and you yelp. Deep inside he's sorry, but his head is too fogged with lust to grasp those thoughts more clearly. He growls loudly as your walls twitch wildly, milking him. Saliva runs down your chin and you claw into the skin of his chest, leaving deep marks here as well. You're so incredibly full and stretched. His cock forms a small bulge on your belly, which is further enhanced by his second cock in your ass. You have never seen anything so beautiful. How beautifully thick it will look when Sukuna has shot all his baby seeds into you.
"Show me how much you love this," he speaks in a dark voice. He could scare the shit out of one, but luckily only you see him like that and you would never be afraid of him.
With trembling hands, you hold onto his shoulders again. Your weak legs tighten and you push off of him, moaning loudly as his two cocks pull out of you before stretching you to the max again as soon as you let yourself sink back down onto him. His hands stabilize you as you move, while his eyes move back and forth between your face and where you are joined. His hands clasp your waist tightly again and he squeezes too hard, which is why he leaves dark marks.
"So big and thick," you moan, making him grin again.
"Just the way you love it, my little whore". You roll your eyes at his words and circle your hips to create more friction inside you. This time something else flutters in your belly. The feeling is short but intense and shoots right into your clit and cunt.
"Do you like that? Do you like it when I call you that?" You nod to him as his hands massage your waist, "Open your eyes and look at me."
You do as you are commanded and open your heavy eyelids. His eyes are by now jet black and look at you like dark obsidian. "I have never fucked a whore like you." Your eyes turn again and he smirks. "Never have I fucked a human who can take my two cocks so good and not tear right into two." Your body moves faster on top of him, the muscles in your legs starting to burn as you rock your body against his. But you keep bouncing on him and pushing his cocks inside you. Sweat forms on your skin and mixes with the blood. Sukuna watches a thick drop roll from your collarbone to your breasts and between them. His full balls slap against your ass cheeks and the sound alone makes the knot in your stomach tighten. He watches your next orgasm, which makes your body jerk, and takes over for you, fucking you through it as you give out. His speed is much more brutal and almost sends you over the edge again. This time your voice echoes through the room, his name falling from your lips again and again.
"Would you like me to pleasure you some more?" his deep voice vibrates against you. Your fogged head nods at him, even though your exhausted body is slowly losing its energy and strength.
"Of course," you hear him murmur with a wide grin. He pulls you off of him, leaving your holes empty and open. You moan out as you lose his physical contact. He forces you onto all fours, placing his hand in the small of your back, thus pushing your ass into the air. Your hands smear the blood beneath you. The image of what's happening tightens the knot in his stomach. Your ass stretches out to meet him, the hole stretched wide and looking for something thick. Your core is white by now. As your holes contract again, causing you to groan, creamy juice squeezes out of them and Sukuna almost comes. He just licks the liquid away with the tip of his tongue, clawing into your skin to control himself. Out of curiosity, he pushes his tongue into the dirtiest part of your body and his hips thrust forward into nothingness as your ass swallows him greedily, glad to have something shoving into it again. How he'd love to shove his cock back in there. Before he loses the last of his nerve, he pulls out.
He takes one of his cocks and pushes it back into your cunt, filling you to your cervix in one go. You moan again, enjoying the sensation. A feeling that he didn't know before comes out deep from his belly. He wants an heir. He wants you to squeeze his heir out of your little cunt. He wants to breed you round and thick, right next to the dead woman who was just full of life. When his second head joins his cock in your cunt, you lose touch with the earth.
At first with effort, he presses his cock to the other one inside you. You've never felt anything like this in your life. Sukuna behind you almost becomes an animal and lets out an animalistic sound, “You have to take it, my little whore. I want to fuck you pregnant, I want to push a baby inside you. You must suck up all my semen.” His voice is hardly recognizable, but his words leave you speechless. The thought takes over your head and a hot feeling arises in you. How it will be to carry his heir in you and then to be fucked by him. Can he then pump your belly even thicker?
Slowly he presses in to his other cock and splits you in two. Your screams grow louder and never subside as he fucks your brains out slowly, but with a steady rhythm. It feels like even the last vestige of your soul is leaving your body. Trembling fingers reach between your legs and you touch his wet cocks, which thrust into you again and again. The feeling alone makes you stretch your ass higher again, your back painfully pushed through. When Sukuna puts his hand in your hair and painfully pulls your head back, there is nothing more than mush in your head. His pointed teeth sink into your shoulder and he bites deep enough that blood oozes from the wound, which he licks away. "Such a good whore," he murmurs against your ear, "you taste so good, I'll never let you go." His words send a warm shiver down your body and pleasant goosebumps form, making your nipples hard again. His thrusts become harder, more brutal as he abuses your hole.
Your knots tighten as one body works with the other. Your voices echo through the room, mixing with the sounds his cocks create in you. A few more thrusts, then you come a third and final time for the moment. "Luckily, I decided to keep you back then," he growls as his balls pump themselves empty inside you. Two cocks at once fill your belly to the top, no one could keep that amount of juice inside, which is why most of it misses. He fucks you through his orgasm. As time goes by, his thrusts become less precise and slower before he pulls out of you and you hit the floor. Breathing heavily, you lie with your cheek in the remaining blood, most of it already drawn into your clothes or spread on you or him. Sukuna sits down backwards, bends one leg, and casually places his left arm over his knee. His gaze wanders over the living mess in front of him and his dead heart makes a little beat. He would make you walk around naked all the rest of the day to see your fat belly and his handprints on you. Again and again, he will come to you, bend you forward and look at your full, stretched hole. His pride could not be greater. His little human takes equal both cocks in her hole and will give birth to his heir. No, many heirs. Once you've turned around, forced your tired body to move, and can look at him again with wide dark eyes, a smile settling on your lips, he grins back, " A little break before I bring in your next victim, how does that sound?"
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The Girl in Red
+cw : f-reader, soft smut, mature language, gun and violence : a gun attack, foreplay, slight gun-play, mention of prostitution, alcohol and cigerettes, short monologues wc : 1.5k type : oneshot
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"Isn't she lovely?",Mikey asks as Haru's straberry eyes swirls all over your exposed body. "Fuck, she's gorgeous!" Ran hisses hardening his jaw yet Rindou scoffs at his shameless confession. Mikey snaps his fingers beckoning a staff among the smoky hub-bub of the brothel. "Yes Sir! How many I help you?"
"Tell me about the girl in red!"
"Her? Ma'am runs this place. It's rare to see her around the lounge although she does take clients."
Manjiro hums in response. He gulps down the raw whiskey and throws the wildest question,"so, who's gonna approach her?"
"She wouldn't like that for sure!", Takeomi asserts taking a drag from his cigarette. He is not entirely wrong but how can ever a sea of sadness not long for the full moon of happiness.
You were so afar from those boys as if it's the other side of the sea. Every pair of pupils lurked upon you, your smile , the way you walk , the way your hair swayed across your shoulders when you turn around and the way you command your subordinates, sex-workers.
Manjiro can't just avert his eyes from you, he is absolutely smitten by your beauty. As he watches you resting his cheek upon his palms, he notices a familiar stature : a man with fuchsia bleached hair dressed in lush green tailored tuxedo. Manjiro abruptly shifts his gaze to look for Sanzu and he is nowhere to be seen. "You gotta be kidding me!", Manjiro curses while Ran just watches Sanzu intently curling his toe one upon other on the table.
As Sanzu approaches he is blocked by a pair of men. He sighs but doesn't lose his composure.
"May I have a word with her , please?"
"Do you have any booking, sir?"
"No, I don't!"
"Then i can't help you—
The very next moment Sanzu grabs the collar of the staff and flicks away disrupting his balance.
"Apologize!" , you state staring right through him leaving him absolutely speechless. He blankly stares at you but you remain unaffected. And by the time, the loud commotion has already sedimented gathering all attention to both of you.
"It's okay ma'am! I'm fine. He is a member of —
"Yeah? So?"
Sanzu is surely perplexed yet he can't just burst his big fat balloon of ego in front of everyone, especially in front of his gang members. Ran's gonna be tease for god knows how many years. His Adam's apple bobbed as his lips parted,"He stepped on my foot that made me hella angry!" ,with a feeble scoff.
The staff nods in approval trying to end this cold war as soon as possible 'cause this encounter might turn out a fatal one. Sanzu jolts as he feels an arm around his shoulders. He turns his head finding Mikey standing beside him. Sanzu's slim lips part as he speaks, "I'm extremely sorry for my behavior. Please excuse me!"
Mikey slides his hands upon his back, pats a little and speaks,"May I have a word with you?"
You watch his dark eyes, ivory locks grazing his eyes and a curve on his lips that seemed so out of his character. "I'm not sure when since I'm busy this week. Manjiro's eye brows furrowed as you continued,"how about next week?"
"Okay! We'll send a car to get you in!"
"No. It won't be-
"Oh please , we insist!" , Manjiro adds in an apologetic manner.
You made yourself comfortable as you sat opposite to Manjiro on the couch. His eyes fixated on you as he slightly tilts his head, exclaiming,"So, you really came!"
"I had to!", you murmured licking your lips followed by a bite. Sanzu stood behind him, eyes inspecting your gestures. He watches as you get rid of your furry cape exposing your glimmering shoulders. His eyes shifts a little down as you curl your fingers over your pendant and suddenly he yells,"Everyone duck down!"
In a flash Sanzu jumps over Mikey's seat and reaches your end to cover you. The four walls of glasses shattered into pieces while a bullet grazed Sanzu's collar. Mikey lifts himself up scanning his side and commands,"Haitanis you're up!" He shifts his gaze upon you and sanzu, who's still crouched over you. "Haru, take her to the safe room!"
It's been two days and you're still here. They thought it wouldn't be a good idea to let you go; you insisted politely since buisness might go downhill. Manjiro agreed yet of all people he recommends haru to be at your side. There was this one time when you were busy in adorning yourself, he requested; very bluntly : "stop taking clients already. Our all sex-workers are slowly getting on the line. We're working on it but I don't want see you motionless & naked!"
He is not wrong but you can't deny business in such a crucial time. Sanzu doesn't talk much but when he does he reeks of rage.
Sanzu is now seated behind you while you're busy in plucking out hairclips giving him a display of your beautiful strands. Your lips hesitate but you swallow it down to get rid of your undeniable curiosity that's been wrecking havoc since the first meet.
"Do you hate me, Mr. Haruchiyo?"
"Why do you ask? Does my lady have kindness for a nobody like me?"
You leave your seat, approach towards him; stood in front of him. He shifts his gaze on you as you pull up your loose thin night-gown preparing to have a seat on him.
"What're ya- you press your calloused index finger on his lips taking a seat on his lap. His gaze falls at you while you cups his face. He shuts his eyes; he doesn't want to deny you but doesn't want to be this close to you either.
You kiss his cheeks as he took your lips in between his while his hand curl up to your back to pressing you close to him with his gun in his grip. You continue to sink yourself in him as he slowly melts in your embrace. He breaks the kiss. Faces inches apart, mouth glistening in the dim light of your room as he lays you on the couch hovering over you.
He removes your cloth over your face, blocking your vision so as to run his fingers on your skin. Your arch under his tender touches.
"Try not to move", he whispers placing his gun over your belly. The cold sensation perforates through your ignited skin as his soft, slim lips runs over your thighs. He watches your response as his fingers run all along your thighs, grazing near inner thighs, testing your patience. The gun shifts up and down as his touch resonate within you. He cowers to kiss your belly button while you exploit your lips amongst your teeth, letting out soft moans.
His face is now close to yours. His breaths fall on your lips, cheeks and all you wanted is to watch him; how he looks when he's vulnerable, weak, undeniable. His strands fall upon your face and you let out a chuckle. He takes his gun and keeps it upon the side table. His hands roams over your belly as he whispers,"do you really think you're a thing to be hated?"
"How would I know?", he softly pecks your protesting lips silencing you. He removes your cloth totally giving you a view of himself. You palm his face, rubbing his scars with your thumbs as his muscles stretch from ear to ear.
"Are you like this with all your clients?" ,he asked and you look into his eyes replying that it depends on the clients.
You shove him away getting out of the couch but he grabs your hand pulling you into his lap again. He wraps a velvet serape around your bewitching nakedness.You close your eyes in reflex while he kisses your temple; maintaining the touch he whispers,"yes, I hate you; i hate you because you make me nervous!"
"Your cute boss won't be happy about this!" you blurt out to break this sexual momentum. "Cute huh?", he thinks back.
He jolts back in surprise with a cackle,"Mikey? I don't think he's interested in you like the way I'm!" You cock an eyebrow at him thinking "so who's nervous around me again !"
He lets go of his hold; leaving him at his dismal as you proceed towards the exit of the room. Sanzu locks you in his embrace pressing his chest against your back. Your hands busy in keeping the feeble clothy membrane around yourself while he shoves his hands in pocket. Taking your long hair locks he wraps your hair into a messy bun. You could see his eyes focused on his handiwork through the mirror. As he tucks the hair pin onto your updo his lips dash onto your nape , devouring desires rising like a tide.
"Mikey, told me to take care of you! And that's exactly what I'm doing!"
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