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blacckdiamondposts · 7 months

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Pairing: Sukuna Ryomen/Yūji Itadori x f!Reader Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, fucking, Sukuna (although he‘s kinda domesticated?lol) Plot: Honestly, no plot here, really.. Just Sukuna who takes over as he‘s fucking tired of watching Yūji fuck you.

Yūji pinned you down against the mattress. His hot body was pressed against yours. You flutter your eyes at him, biting your lower lip. He looked good; his hair clung to his forehead, and his broad chest glistened as the street lamps illuminated your room.

He dipped his head to the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as he bottomed out in a single thrust. Your wet cunt clamped down around his cock almost as if you tried to suck him in even deeper, "I needed this so much,"

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, lips pressing against his temple, "you always work so hard,"

Your fingertips ran over his back, making him shiver beneath your touch, "(Y/N), you feel so good,"

A whiny moan spilled over your lips as his teeth dragged over your neck, biting into your flesh. Your legs trembled as his cock grew, filling you up in a way he usually couldn't.

"Y-Yūji," you breathed, and a low chuckle vibrated in his chest, making you widen your eyes. You knew that devilish chuckle and knew very well that it didn't belong to your beloved boyfriend. He parted ever so slightly, just enough to stare down at you. Your brows furrowed as your gaze fixed on his black markings.

"Yūji," your voice was loud, demanding as you hoped to reach your boyfriend.

"Oi, don't say that brat's name," Sukuna commanded, looking down at you as if you were his prey. His fangs showed as his lips tugged into a sly grin, his eyes roaming over your exposed chest, "not bad,"

"Yūji, I'm sorry," you muttered. Your hand came up, slamming against his cheek, hoping to get your boyfriend back to reality.

"Careful, little one, better not get on my bad side," he growled, his red eyes glowing. He pinned you down by your neck, "he won't come back for a while,"

"W-what," your gaze found his.

"I'm having my turn with you," he stated, "so stop hiding,"

He pinned your arms down by your wrists just above your head while his other hand was still firmly on your neck, "besides, what's the point of hiding if I'm already inside you?"

You felt your cheeks heat up, wondering how you could ignore the sheer size of his thick length stretching you out. Just like his appearance differed from Yūji's, his cock seemed to be different too. It felt better than you would've liked to admit.

Sukuna thrust his hip against yours, earning a strangled moan. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he stared you down, "feels good, huh?"

"Better than that brat," he groaned as he pounded into your wet heat.

"Fu-uck, S-Sukuna," you moaned, hands coming up and gripping his shoulders. Your nails dug into his skin as you were holding on for dear life. Your small bedroom was filled with lewd sounds as your moans, his groans, and the way his balls slapped against your skin echoed off the walls.

Sukuna leaned down, lips feverishly clashing against yours before he forced his tongue past your lips. You moaned into the kiss, which only spurred him on more. He was sick of watching Yūji fuck you like he didn't know what he was doing. It made him rage, being only a matter of time before he'd eventually take over. Just like he did now.

"Damn, you're freaking tight," he said through gritted teeth.

"You're enjoying yourself a bit too much, ay," he chuckled lowly, "that brat's going to be jealous,"

Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him, "w-what?"

"He's watching," Sukuna smirked before his head dipped into the crook of your neck, "he's seeing all of this,"

Your walls tightened around his girth, earning another low chuckle, "you like that? What a slut,"

His tongue slipped past his lips, running over your bruised neck. He bit down, his fangs digging into your flesh, almost drawing blood. The sheer sting sent shockwaves through your body as you felt your orgasm approach, "c-close,"

"I know," he groaned against the crook of your neck before he propped himself up. He hooked his hands on your thighs, pushing them until your knees met your chest. Sukuna enjoyed how you looked all folded up, boobs pressed together, face flushed as you looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

He reached an even deeper spot with the new position, his tip hitting against your cervix as he slammed his hips against yours. You felt that tight coil snap as you were pushed over your edge, legs trembling, head thrown back as you turned into putty beneath him.

"P-please slow down," your voice was slightly above a whisper, "please,"

"If you're asking this nicely," Sukuna watched you with an amused expression as your body jerked and jolted as you came down from your high. He dropped your legs, his large hands rummaging over your body before they settled on your boobs.

You gasped as his claws moved over your buds, arching your back and pushing your chest into his touch. He was thrusting into you steadily, not as brutally as previously. Sukuna wanted to have fun after all. Suddenly, you felt a wet sensation on your buds. The mouths in the palms of his hands were toying with your nips, licking and biting them with his sharp fangs.

You were squirming beneath him, and he loved it. Your hands came up, wrapping around his wrists.

"S-Sukuna," you whined, feeling like another orgasm will wash over you.

"Huh, that sensitive,"his cock was buried deep inside you, and he could feel your walls clamp around his length, "gonna cum again for me?"

With a hard thrust, you came again, and he felt how you spasmed around him. Your nails dug into his wrists, back arching only to push his cock deeper into your cunt. You were a mess already, trembling beneath him.

"You seem to enjoy that he's watching you," Sukuna smirked, "do you like that he sees you getting fucked like a whore?"

"S-shut up," you breathed.

"What did you say," he asked, cocking a brow at you as he picked up his pace, rutting into your wet heat.

"T-too much," you moaned, "fuck,"

"Then, you better watch your mouth," he grunted, bringing his hand up to your neck. He lowered his head, tongue dragging over the marks before he bit down, earning a whimper as you felt overstimulated - overused as he fucked you stupid.

Your arms snaked around his shoulders, legs wrapping around his hips. You couldn't think about anything but him. The way his cock stretched you out so perfectly, the way his fangs sank into your skin, how he groaned in such a lustful way, "g-gonna cum,"

His grip around your neck tightened as he neared his orgasm, breathing and groaning heavily as his primal instincts took over. "Shit, want me to fill you up, huh? "

He felt you nod against him. With a smirk, he snapped his hips against yours before he came with a loud groan, painting your insides white as your walls milked him dry. He collapsed onto you, head still buried in the crook of your neck. All the while, you tried to catch your breath.

"(Y/N), are you alright," although it was low and husky, you knew very well who that voice belonged to. He parted slightly, and your lips flicked into a smile as you noted that the markings were gone. Yūji looked at you worriedly, relaxing once you gave him a reassuring nod.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a lustful kiss.

#sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #yūji itadori #itadori yuuji #yuuji x reader x sukuna #yuuji x reader

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a-hazbin-reader · 3 months

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Hey! Love your stuff! But i kinda notice you mainly do Vox and Al so...

Can you do like....... A husker x child!reader headcanons ? (Platonic ofc)

The old bartender finds a kid completely without adult supervision at a bar (their just drawing ) , goes up to them to find thier guardian only to realise they dont have any?

Husker wants to get rid of them but they ultimately grow on him and they become closer. The kid is sarcastic and they shit on alastor together....

And they draw a mocking pic of the radio demon and stick it onto the fridge of the hotel for everyone to see?

There is a LOT of Vox and Alastor in my inbox but I'm a sucker for Husk so-

Husk X Reader Headcanons

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Unaccompanied minor in places a baby shouldn't be

Description: 👆⬆️

Sometimes Husk just needs a break from being a bartender, wanting to be the one being served

He wants to relax in his free time and just have a moment to himself

Actually starts to let loose when he suddenly feels a tiny hand tugging on his wing

Husk is so confused when he looks down to see a child staring up at him, clutching dirty paper and crayons

"Can you help me up, mister..? The chairs are too high..."

Sets you up on the barstool next to him, still too stunned to really ask why you're even here

He looks at the bartender as they pass him his drink, gesturing to you with a wtf expression

They just shrug as they give you a plastic cup with water in it, obviously used to having you around by that point

Finally snaps out of it once the bartender pushes a plate of food towards you

Don't look at him like that it's perfectly natural to be freaked out by a kid at a bar

You're just kicking your legs and drawing, munching on the food given to you

You shouldn't be in a rowdy place like this, who's supposed to be watching you??

"So uh...does your mommy take you here often?"

"No, does yours?"

Motherfucker you're already spilling your water on yourself-here let him help you-how are you so bad at this???

"Your papa then?"

"No, I don't have any parents but- *insert bartender's name* -is really nice and let's me hang out in here.."

You're breaking his fucking heart, kid

"Oh well...don't mind me then."

"Uh yeah, I won't."

Sarcastic for such a little squirt, aren't you?

His drink suddenly tastes sour and he's no longer in the mood for another, watching you unhappily

Starts seeing you every time he visits the bar, always keeping to yourself and oblivious to the things going on around you

At first, he's annoyed whenever he sees you, reluctantly keeping an eye on you and making sure nobody bothers you

Even if they do, you're so witty for your age that you leave just about everyone gobsmacked by the shit that comes out of your mouth

The whole point of coming where was to relax and instead he's worrying about some kid

Then that annoyance slips away to reluctant fondness as you worm your way into his old heart

He starts to look forward to seeing you and starts bringing little things for you like clothes, toys, coloring books

Listens to you babble about what you do with your days and how you've managed to survive on your own

Not the bartender developing a crush on him for it

Husk doesn't even realize how attached he is until one day he visits the bar and you aren't there, the bartender distracted and upset

You haven't shown up in couple of days

He immediately goes looking for you, frequenting all the places he's heard you mention

Is asking anyone if they've seen you, getting more frantic with each negative answer

Finally finds someone who knows where you are, leading Husk to where you've been hiding out

And now he knows why you haven't shown up

Husk gathers up your shaking, feverish body, hating the fact that you're so sick

"H-Husk..?"

You can barely even open your eyes, he can feel your little body burning up in his arms

"Hey kid..."

He's not leaving you here

He takes you back to the hotel so that you can be properly taken care of, leaning on the others when he doesn't know what to do

Charlie and Vaggie are the biggest helps tbh, they're actually good at caring for people

Alastor is entirely unhelpful except for the fact that he can provide medicine and other supplies

"My my~ Look at what the cat dragged in! Aha!"

"Shut up...you weird strawberry man.."

Even when you're sick you're still a riot

He tries to keep Niffty tf away from you but you think she's funny

He and Angel are your makeshift heaters, so fuzzy and warm that you want to cuddle them all the time

Angel complains the entire time though so you don't really prefer him

Mostly you want Husk with you and he sticks with you until you're feeling better

By then you're well acquainted with everyone at the hotel and they're all quite attached to you

Everyone agrees that you live there now and you get your own room even though you have a habit of sleeping in Husk's

It's okay, Husk looks forward to waking up to your adorable face and doesn't even mind when you kick him in your sleep

You play with Niffty and Angel, learn from Charlie and Vaggie, bother Alastor with your less than flattering renditions of him

You don't like that Alastor is so rude to Husk so you've taken to being a little thorn in his side

Kids pick up on their parent's emotions what can I say

Which Alastor absolutely hates but hides it behind a tight smile, he's surprisingly patient with you

And if those drawings of Alastor on the fridge suddenly go missing?? Husk can always ask you to make him another one

Husk finds himself thinking of you as his kid more and more often, surprised that you ever got this close to his heart

And you yourself slip up a few times and call him dad/papa/daddy/father/pops

You're always a little embarrassed by the chorus of awwws that follow afterwards but you don't really mind it anymore

And neither does he if he's being honest

He struggles sometimes to be a proper caregiver for you but you always seem to just love him more for his flaws

You're too fucking cute

You're definitely his kid

And don't worry Husk lets the bartender know you're safe and brings you to visit them after their shifts

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS I LOVE DADDY!HUSK SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT TOO

#hazbin hotel husk x reader #husk x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 9 months

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"i wanna Be Cool, but only if you want me to."

"want to impress you"

synopsis// everyone knows that basketball is the way to someone's heart.

pairing// satoru gojo x gn!reader

word count// 3.8k

contents// college au, basketball au, mutual unknown pining?, friends to lovers?, gojo is a loser, obligatory this is for you and misses

notes// lu wanted a basketball au so lu gets a basketball au. also obviously inspired by the basketball scene in jjk s2 anywho this is just kinda short n goofy :p also inspired by the song i wanna be cool by super whatevr. also i have no idea how basketball works and only ever played for fun so ermmm if anything is wrong bring that up with the universe !

Shoko unwillingly finds herself sitting on a random bench in the boys locker room, her arms crossed as she glares at the two boys in front of her.

“Why did you guys drag me in here?”

Geto speaks up first: “In my defense, this is all on Satoru, and I have no part in this.”

“You still dragged me in here, did you not?”

“…Yes.”

“Then you took part in it.”

Gojo smiles as he smacks Geto on the back. “Exactly! You’re my accomplice.”

Shoko rolls her eyes. “Again, why did you guys drag me in here?”

“A presentation!”

“A presentation I have nothing to do with,” Geto chimes in as he takes a seat beside Shoko.

She briefly raises her eyebrow at Geto before directing it toward Gojo. “A presentation?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t see a projector or anything worth presenting here,” she says, looking around the room unamused.

“A presentation minus the actual presenting part...”

“So you dragged me in here just to talk to me?”

Geto leans in and whispers, “He actually wants to ask you something.”

Gojo stomps his foot like he’s about to throw a tantrum. “Geto shut up!”

“Can you just hurry up, Gojo?" She asks impatiently. “It reeks of axe body spray in here; I think it might actually kill me.”

He ignores her dramatics because, honestly, she’s not wrong. “You're coming to our game tonight, right?”

“I mean, yeah? Who isn't? It's the biggest game of the season.”

Geto adds, “That's what I said!”

“Do you know if Y/N is going?”

“Is that what you seriously dragged me in here for? Why didn't you just ask Y/N themself? You guys are friends, are you not?”

“Well yeah!” Gojo mumbles sheepishly, “But when I asked, they said maybe...”

“That means no,” Geto says quickly through a cough, as if trying to cover it up.

Gojo hears anyway and outstretches his arms toward Geto as if trying to draw attention toward him. “Exactly!” He then brings his hands in front of his face in a praying motion and begs, “Shoko, please!”

“Oh my fucking god, I don't know why you don't just ask them out already.”

“That's what I'm trying to do! But in order to do that, I kinda need them to go to tonight's game.”

Shoko glares at Gojo for what feels like forever, and Gojo glares back like they’ve suddenly entered a staring contest, and it’s Shoko who breaks eye contact first.

She sighs and pushes the hair out of her face as she mumbles, “God, you're lucky I'm tired of both of you pining after each other.”

“Thank you, Shoko!” he beams. “Also here.”

Shoko takes whatever Gojo is handing her and holds it up, her eyes slightly wide as she inspects it. “…Is this your jersey?”

He nods, fully confident within himself now that Shoko has agreed to drag you to the game, but tilts his head at her because he has no idea why she’s confused. “Yeah, I want them to wear it?”

“You make me sick to my stomach, fine.”

“Shoko, do you wanna wear my jersey?” Geto suddenly asks.

She stares at him blankly, as if to ask if he really asked her that, knowing damn well she does not like him like that and she has a girlfriend, though after a few moments he finally gets the hint.

“Oh my god, not like that; I just want someone supporting me too.”

She sighs in relief, “Oh, thank god, don’t scare me like that, but yeah, fine, I’ll wear it.”

“Wait, what the hell?” Gojo exclaims, drawing Shoko’s and Geto’s attention back to him. “Shoko, would you have worn mine if I asked?”

“No.”

“What?! Why the hell not?”

“I like Geto more than I like you.”

He glares at her and quickly points out, “You're lying; if that was true, you wouldn't be helping me!”

Shoko simply shrugs and mumbles a small “bye” before getting up and leaving.

Geto stands up and takes his place next to Gojo, softly patting his back as he whispers, “Dare I say this ends our lifelong debate on who's superior?”

Gojo shrugs his hand off of him and speaks harshly through clenched teeth, “Shut. Your. Mouth.”

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“Why would I want to go watch a bunch of sweaty men fight over balls?” You mumble offhandedly, focusing your attention on netflix playing on your phone rather than on her.

“Ok, Y/N, first of all, there's only one ball, and second of all, did you forget Gojo is on the basketball team?”

You quickly turn off your phone and sit up, clasping your hands together in your lap. “….Have I ever mentioned that basketball is actually my favorite sport?”

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters under her breath, pinching her nose bridge. “You're so obvious; why haven't you told him yet?”

“Are you insane? Gojo is hot, and on the basketball team, do you know how many people he already has crushing on him? I'm literally just another name on that list.”

“Sure,” she nods, “But the difference is that you're his friend too; you have more of a chance than anyone else.”

You sigh and frown at her. “Doubt.”

Shoko shakes her head, knowing that you two could spend all day here in your dorm debating whether you have a chance or not, but that’s not what she’s here for, so she’ll let you believe what you want, knowing that (hopefully) Gojo pulling whatever it is he wants to pull will prove you wrong.

“Whatever, put this on,” she says, throwing the jersey at you.

You catch it, your mouth slightly agape as you stare at it curiously. “…Isn't this?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, is it?”

“Shoko.”

“Can you just trust me?”

“I'm literally just gonna look like another one of his groupies," you say, disdain and disappointment lacing your words as your eyes dart back and forth between her and the jersey.

She smiles, and it’s off-putting because it’s not her normal smile; no, you know, this is the smile she only wears when she’s about to drop a bomb on you. “Difference is that that's his actual jersey.”

You freeze.

“What?”

“I’ll save you a seat. Bye,” she says as she walks out of your dorm.

The slam of your door restarts your heart, and suddenly it and your mind are racing at 100 miles per hour, and the only thing you can do is word vomit despite the fact that Shoko is gone.

“What do you mean by that?! What do you mean this is his actual jersey?!” You run and fling open your door to yell out into the hallway, “Get back here!?”

Shoko is a good bit away at this point, but she still hears you call out for her and acknowledges that with a wave, yet she still keeps walking away, and you're stuck in your doorway with your chest heaving. You look back down at the jersey in your hands.

Holy shit.

Not only is this a jersey with Gojo’s number on it, but it’s his jersey. How did Shoko even get this? Did she just take it without him knowing? Too many thoughts are in your head, but there’s only one that keeps overlapping the others, there’s only one that’s consistent, only one that electrifies every neuron in your body:

Holy shit, this is Gojo’s jersey.

Fuck the questions and fuck the answers you know you won’t get; the only thing that matters to you right now is that you have and are about to wear Gojo’s jersey. You have to be dreaming; really, that’s the only logical answer, but holy fuck, if you’re dreaming, you do not plan on waking up anytime soon—or ever.

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The two teams quickly start filling up the court and taking up their respective spaces as they warm up, but Gojo, being Gojo, isn't doing that. Instead, he’s standing on the sidelines, looking in at the crowd of people starting to take their seats for the game, and his heart is racing as he searches the crowd for you, and it drops when he inevitably doesn’t find you, but he’s not discouraged, not yet at least, because the game hasn’t officially even started yet, so there’s still time for you to show up.

There’s still time.

He has to keep reminding himself that the whole time he’s warming up—now that he’s actually being forced to, though it’s a half-assed warm-up—he and his coach don’t even know whether what he’s doing could be considered a warm-up in the first place. The game is about to start any second now when Geto approaches Gojo.

“Nothing?”

Gojo’s head drops as he reluctantly shakes it.

Geto hums and searches the stands for you, but when he doesn't find you either, he tries to find the next best person, Shoko, and it's quite easy to find her considering she’s wearing Geto's jersey.

“Shoko!”

She looks down from the bleachers and sees Geto staring at her as he gestures toward Gojo, and she knows he's trying to ask where you are, but in all honesty, she has no idea either. She shrugs, and even from as high up as she is, she can hear Geto groan before grabbing Gojo by the shoulders and forcing him to look at him.

“I'm sure they’ll come, dude.”

Gojo blankly stares at Geto, an eyebrow raised skeptically, as if to say, really? but before he can verbally reply, their coach comes over and removes Geto’s hand from Gojo’s shoulder to place his own hand there.

“I don't know what's going on with you, but whatever it is, fix it.”

Geto and Gojo tense up at his tone, full of nothing but pure determination. This isn't him asking; this is him demanding that Gojo get his shit together.

“This is the biggest game yet, and I'm not gonna let you and some petty college drama get in the way of that. You're our best player. Act like it.”

Gojo can only nod. His mouth suddenly feels dry, and it's like his throat is closing, but he tries to will the feeling away. Though his reaction is enough for his coach, who starts walking off.

Geto stares up at Gojo with his eyebrows knit, concern lacing his voice, “Gojo...”

Gojo shakes his head and takes a deep breath before flashing Geto his signature smile. “I'm fine, Geto; cmon, we got a basketball game to win.”

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To be totally honest, the reason you were running so late to the game was because you were mentally shitting your pants the entire time you were getting ready. For a good chunk of time, you just sat on your bed with the jersey laid out in front of you, staring at it. Just staring at it, that's all. Because yes, even though you said fuck the questions and fuck the answers, you very much could not do that, not when too many questions and unknown answers were flooding your brain like a dam had cracked. You think you probably would've stayed like that all day and night, missing the game entirely, if not for Shoko spam calling your phone.

“What?”

“Don't 'what' me, where the fuck are you?” She snaps through the phone.

“Uh, getting ready?”

“Y/N, the game started twenty minutes ago.”

“Oh shit,” you say, hopping off your bed and quickly grabbing the jersey.

“Yeah, oh shit! Get your ass down here!”

You don't bother saying goodbye; instead, you quickly hang up, throw the jersey on as fast as you can, and bolt out the door. The halls are empty as you race through them, and you're not surprised; everyone is already at the game—everyone but you—and you speed up your pace just a smidge more. God, you're an idiot, missing the best game of the season—okay, you don't actually care about that. God, you're an idiot, missing seeing Gojo and maybe getting answers on how Shoko obtained his jersey—that's better.

You get to the gym in record time, slightly surprised at how quickly you got there, but you ignore that as you try to catch your breath before walking in and try to prepare yourself for the amount of noise that will assault your ears when you do. You can already hear how loud it is; the walls not doing very much at all to muffle the yells of people. You walk in and wince slightly at the noise as you look around for Shoko. She immediately finds you and waves her hand in the air for you to find, as does Utahime, who's sitting next to her. You smile and quickly make your way toward them, apologizing to the people you pushed through to get to them in the first place. You take your seat next to Shoko with a sigh.

“What did I miss?” you ask, leaning forward slightly just so you can look at both Utahime and Shoko.

Utahime has a small grimace on her face, and Shoko merely motions toward the scoreboard, and the minute you look, your jaw drops. Gojo’s team was losing. No. Losing isn't even the right word here; they were getting absolutely destroyed. They had zero points—none at all. You look back toward the two girls in disbelief.

“What the fuck?”

“Gojo is literally sucking so much ass that it's throwing everyone else off,” Utahime says with a shrug before glancing down at your clothes. “Are you wearing his jersey?”

You clear your throat awkwardly and look away, ignoring the smirk on Shoko's face.

“So, uh, do we know why Gojo’s sucking ass?” You ask after a brief moment of silence.

“Nope,” Utahime responds with a shake of her head.

“I do,” Shoko says nonchalantly.

Your head snaps back toward her. “What? Why?”

“Yeah, you didn't tell me either!”

Shoko rolls her eyes and ignores both of you as she loudly calls out to Gojo, who, by some grace of god, hears her over the hundreds of other people yelling for him. Gojo’s eyes immediately find hers, and he watches how she subtly jerks her head to the side, and like some angel descended from the heavens, like a god showing itself in a moment of dire, he looks and finds you sitting there in his jersey, and he can't help the smile on his face, can't help how just your presence lit a fire underneath him, can't help how just seeing you gave him his pep back in his step.

Gojo finds Geto’s eyes on the court and nods determinedly. They are winning this game, whether it's the last thing Gojo does. He's not going to look like a fool in front of you. So that's exactly what Gojo does. Once the second period starts, Gojo steals back the ball with a new sudden ease, and by halftime, he’s gotten the team caught up to the other one, starting the third period with a tie.

“How the hell did he do that? I thought you guys said he sucked!”

“Aw man, I was rooting for the other team,” Utahime says, frowning, and you have to resist the urge to chew her out in defense of Gojo.

Shoko shrugs. “He was till you know…”

You stare at her blankly. “No, I don't know, actually. Care to enlighten me?”

“No, I do not,” she says before turning to Utahime. “And don't worry, they're only tied; there's still a chance the other team will win.”

Utahime cheerfully hums as she rests her head on Shoko’s shoulder. “You’re right!”

“Don't encourage her to root for the other team?!”

Utahime sticks her tongue out at you, and before any of you can say anything else, a loud buzzer rings across the gym, indicating a point was made, and to your delight, it was for Gojo’s team. For the rest of the third period, it was just buzzer after buzzer as Gojo’s team took back their rightful place on the scoreboard, completely smashing the other team into the ground, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell in your chest. Watching Gojo in his element was doing detrimental things to your crush on him, only making it worse, but you can't even seem to care. Shoko looks over to you and laughs.

“I can practically see the hearts in your eyes.”

You scoff. “Shut up!”

Down on the court, they had just started their last two-minute break between third and fourth period, with the coaches gathering their respective teams into a huddle.

“Alright guys,” Gojo’s coach began, “Keep your heads in the game; we’re taking this victory home, got it?”

All the boys nod hurriedly, and the coach leaves them to do what they need to before the last period starts, but Gojo doesn’t let them get far.

“Whatever fucking happens, I'm getting that last score, got it?”

Everyone on the team exchanges uneasy glances, and Geto rolls his eyes and sighs before apologizing for Gojo.

“He just has a plan and wants to do something, guys.”

The boys nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer.

“If you guys mess this up for me, I swear to god, I will make you wish you were never born,” Gojo says with his usual smile, but in this case, all his smile does is make him seem feral.

Geto slaps Gojo across the back of his head and huffs, “He doesn’t mean that, don't worry.”

“Oh, I fucking mean it.”

“Gojo, shut the fuck up.”

Before anyone else can say anything, the timer goes off, and into the last minutes of the game they go. As the game goes on, everyone is on the edge of their seat, even if deep down they know who will win. You and Utahime are no exception to this, but apparently Shoko is.

“Why the fuck are you guys on the edge of your seats? It's obvious we’re gonna win.”

You go to glare at her but can’t even hold your stare long enough because you're so enthralled by the game. “Still, it's so nervewracking!”

Utahime laughs. “I'm only on the edge of my seat because I want the other team to win.”

“Why are you such a hater, dude?” you ask defensively.

Utahime doesn’t mind; she knows all too well about your little crush on Gojo, so she doesn’t take offense to your tone. “When it comes to Gojo, I'm always a hater.”

You finally find it in you to glare at her. “I hope Shoko breaks up with you.”

She rolls her eyes and glares back. “Oh, haha, you're so mature.”

You say nothing but stick your tongue out at her childishly, and she does the same, to which Shoko groans and rolls her eyes before grabbing both of your heads and turning them to face the game.

“You can fight after the game; there's only a few seconds left.”

Gojo glances at the time and realizes it’s now or never. He finds that Geto has the ball and calls out for him. Geto, on the other hand, hesitates to pass him the ball, with a look on his face asking if he really wants to do this, and Gojo can only nod. How could he not want to do this? This is the only thing he can do; it's not like he knows how to ask someone out the normal way, so this will do; it has to. Gojo tries to control his breathing as he makes his way to the hoop, the ball dribbling in tune with his heartbeat, and nothing matters to him in that moment except you and scoring—his surroundings completely drowning out. Everyone holds their breath waiting for him to shoot, and right before he does, his eyes lock onto yours.

“This is for you, Y/N!” He yells out as he shoots, and…

And he misses.

Horribly.

And there's no chance for him to redeem himself because the minute the ball hits the ground, the buzzer goes off, indicating the end of the game, and everyone seemingly ignores whatever the fuck he just did and erupts into an uproar at the fact that they won regardless of Gojo’s miss.

“What-“

Shoko slaps a hand over her mouth, attempting and failing to hold in her laughter. “Did he just fucking miss?”

Utahime is hunched over, her head between her knees, laughing. “Oh my fucking god, he's an idiot!”

You blink, not moving, not saying anything, but with how hard Shoko is laughing and Utahime leaning against her as she laughs as well, Shoko ends up bumping into you, and she instantly grows quiet, her head snapping toward you.

“Oh, why are you still here?”

“Huh?”

"Why aren’t you down there?” she asks, pointing down to the court.

“Am… Am I supposed to be?”

“Uh duh!” Utahime speaks up, peeking out from behind Shoko. “He made that shot for you! Well, he missed that shot for you.”

“Oh,” you say blankly. “Oh. Oh shit.”

You stood up abruptly, and with how fast you went down the bleachers, you almost tripped once you made it onto the ground. You quickly catch yourself, and the moment you look up to find Gojo, he’s already standing right in front of you.

“You're-you're wearing my jersey,” he says breathlessly, but not in a I-can’t-breathe way, more in a holy-shit-my-crush-is-actually-wearing-my-jersey way.

You swallow thickly and nod. Your gaze flickers down to the jersey before going back to his face. “I am.”

“You are.”

“What was that Gojo?”

He seems to grimace at your question. “Ah, well, you see, I was actually gonna say if I make this, you owe me a date, but that’s a really long sentence to shout, and what if I didn’t make it? That would’ve been so embarrassing.”

You laugh under your breath. “Gojo, you didn’t make it regardless.”

He frowns. “Don’t remind me.”

You smile and push a strand of hair stuck to his forehead out of the way, watching how he blushes furiously at your touch, and it makes your heart swoon. Who knew the confident number-one basketball player could crumble so readily under your touch?

“You know, I’m still more than happy to owe you a date.”

He smirks as he pulls you closer toward him by your waist and coos, “Yeah?"

“Yeah… But get the hell off of me, Gojo; you’re sweaty and you stink,” you grumble as you push against his chest, trying to free yourself.

Gojo ignores you and pulls you in closer (if even possible), his body engulfing yours as he rubs his face against yours, making sure his sweat rubs off on you too.

You struggle against his hold. “Gojo gross!”

“Sorry, I can't hear you over the people. What are you saying? Hug you closer?”

“Gojo, don’t you dare.”

You hear him chuckle before rubbing up against you again, and you groan but stop resisting, which he hums happily at before starting to pull away. You watch how his face abruptly twists into feigned disgust.

"Ew, Y/N, get the hell off of me; you’re sweaty and you stink,” he mocks as he pushes you out of his hold.

“I hate you.”

“If you hated me, you wouldn’t be going on a date with me,” he singsongily says.

“Yeah, not anymore,” you mumble with a wry smile as you start walking away.

“Hey, wait, Y/N, come back!”

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hobvitr · 11 months

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pavitr prabhakar x reader

gn! reader.

genre/warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, stabilized relationship, reader has anxiety, mention of wounds, blood, just a lil blurb

sinopses: you discover you boyfriend is spiderman, but just because he has nowhere to go to treat his wounds.

what else to do on a tuesday night instead of sketch some stuff and finish your homework, right? your boyfriend occupied for god knows how long due to his "grown up" responsibilities who you wouldn't even question too much, knowing he as well might have his privacy and you trust him blindly.

you draw stern lines with your pencil above the paper, headphones on and you hum along some of your favorite songs. a light thud catches your attention, looking up from the paper to look at your right... nothing. then your left..

"what the- WHAT THE FUCK?" your voice comes out first at a normal volume, then coming more like a whisper-yell as you look at pavitr entering your room through your window. but the problem is, you live in a building at the sixth floor, and he's using a spiderman suit.

"hey babe" he starts with a slight smile, holding his mask in one hand and the other pressing firmly at his side, blood coming out of the wound. "I'm sorry to bother you-"

"pav you're bleeding, what happened?!" you frown, worried sick as you come closer to him to help him hold the wound, not even processing he's literally Spiderman. you scold him to sit on your bed, a hiss coming out of his lips. "wait here, I'm getting a aid kit"

you don't even wait for his response, running to the bathroom and getting everything that you needed. as you got back into your room, you could hear your heartbeat fastening with worry, breath hitching and fingers trembling holding the gauze as you kneel in front of him.

pavitr could read your body language and even sense the unhealthy amount of anxiety you were experiencing right now. "hey- hey, look at me" he placed his unbloodied hand on your cheek, making you look at his face. "it's okay, i'm okay... it'll be fine" his voice coming out soothing and making you stead your breath. "thank you for helping me, hot stuff" the nickname made you let out a brief laugh, being able to concentrate on doing the best bandage you could.

the second you were done with the bandage, you clean the other small cuts he had on his face and arms. you let out a sigh once you're done with the cleaning, looking at his eyes now. "I can't believe you addressed being spiderman as 'grown up responsibilities', really" you said casually, not yet being able to assimilate who your boyfriend was.

"it was the best i could come up with" he said with a chuckle, patting his side at the bed so you could sit up with him instead of kneeling on the ground. "you do sound a bit unimpressed" he leans back a little, his hands back on the bed for support.

"sorry, didn't have the time to freak out about you being a hero, was kinda busy with you dying from bleeding out" you said in a teasing manner, now analysing him in his suit. "that explains so much, actually... that's why i always found spiderman so attractive" you kept teasing him, now with a grin.

"so you have a crush on spiderman and didn't tell me?!" pav said faking offense laying his hand on his chest after a laugh burst out of him, arms coming to hold both your sides in a warm hug. you hug him back, careful with his wounds. "you know i'm gonna worry about you like, three times more, right?" you say, head buried on his neck, taking in his fresh scent.

"i know, but now i'll be three times more careful to come back unharmed to you" you could feel him smiling against your head. he leaned slightly back, making you look at his eyes, which was looking directly at your lips. you let out a small chuckle and kissed him slowly and softly, making him smile in the process.

as you remember you actually need to breathe, you reluctantly pull off, making pav whine jokingly. "nooo, i need more kisses from my sunshine to get better faster" you giggle, mumbling a 'good point' against his lips and taking his request, cuddling with him for the rest of the night.

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman india #gn!reader #fem!reader

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osaemu · 5 months

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LISTENNN sadistic!dazai aftercare :(( kinda like a part two to blood sex and tears if that's alright 🥺 I wanna know if he'd still be mean and cruel or if he dotes on his doll after :)

.ೃ࿐ AFTERCARE + SADISTIC!DAZAI

contents: fem!reader. part one here. subtle temperature + breath play. dubcon at the end. i had more to say but i got so tired...

dazai can't resist admiring all the marks and bruises littering your body once he's done with you. he can't help it—you just look so perfect to him, all marked-up like that. the second he's done railing the fuck out of you, he can't take his eyes off of you.

"what is it, 'samu?" you breathe, closing your eyes and leaning into his embrace. every instinct in your body urges you to get away from the man who spent the last couple hours breaking you, but you're so sore that you can't bring yourself to leave. and his chest is so warm anyways, so why bother?

you open one of your eyes and look at dazai hazily. he reaches out and traces the side of your face with his hand and leaves a line of red where his fingertips meet your bare skin. "nothing," he murmurs, a tender smile dancing along his lips. "you look so beautiful like this, darling," dazai whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. he lingers long enough for you to gasp for air afterwards, to his amusement.

dazai sits up and says something about cleaning up before exiting the room, leaving you to tend to your own bruises for a couple minutes. they're starting to go a shade darker than you remember, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a mental note to call in sick to your work tomorrow.

a few minutes later, dazai returns, a damp towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other. he offers you a gentle smile before sitting down and pulling you into his lap. "you did so good for me, sweetheart," he praises, kissing the top of your head. dazai pulls your chin up towards him and presses the glass of water to your slightly swollen lips, murmuring words of encouragement as you wince.

"you're so tense," dazai tsks, setting down the glass. he fishes out an ice cube and trails it down your back, grinning when you flinch from the stark chilliness. "what, can't handle the cold?" he cooes, popping the ice cube in his mouth and biting down with a distinct crunch.

he starts rubbing the damp towel over your skin, cleansing you of the droplets of blood scattered across your figure. "so," dazai continues, trailing his fingers over your skin, "how was it?"

"h-huh?" you mumble, caught off-guard by the seemingly simple question. dazai chuckles and draws a star with his finger around the bruise on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to it afterwards.

"i mean, how are you feeling?" he elaborates, a lazy smile dancing across his lips.

"oh, i'm... okay," you breathe, nodding along to his words.

"that's it? just okay?" he inquires, and you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. "aw, looks like we're gonna have to go for another round if you're just okay, sweetheart."

"wait, i—"

"don't bother, i was looking for a reason to go for one more round. c'mon, spread those pretty legs for me, baby. you can do it ..."

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perzawa · 7 months

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BEFORE I LET GO | 2.2K

OCT 5TH: AGE GAP

kinktober masterlist

♡ toji fushiguro x fem! reader

relationships are hard enough when there are no stakes, but it’s even harder when you’re dating your best friend’s father. you never expected things to get more difficult than that, but when you only have 24 hours before you’re on the other side of the world, you can’t help but wonder if such a relationship can even last.

♡ warnings/tags! toji is like early 40’s here and the reader is like early 20’s, toji is megumi’s dad, reader is studying abroad, public sex, sex in the woods lol, unprotected sex, fingering, kinda angsty but not toooo bad

“C’mon, relax.”

Your eyes are still stuck to the car floor, nails lightly scraping your skin as your boyfriend's words kind of wash over you. Tomorrow, you'll be miles away from him for what feels like forever, and it's all you can think about. You try to hold off on the waterworks until you're on the plane or, better yet, not in the same room as Toji, but the reality of being apart hits you hard.

Trying is pointless now, so you give up. You chew your lip as hot tears silently make their way down your cheeks, and you attempt to distract your mind. Your stomach's in knots, your head's pounding from all the stress you've been wrestling with. God, you weren't prepared for this. Breathing feels like a neverending chore, and you’re fucking sick of it. Feels like you’ve been on a rollercoaster and you might vomit any minute now. Just when you're lost in that sensation, Toji's fingers on your thigh draw you back until you’re focused on him.

He stole a glance at your pitiful state and scowled. “You’re gonna make yourself sick. Stop.”

He's shattered, just like you. Despite his efforts to hold it together and keep you grounded, there's something in you that senses he's crumbling on the inside. You nod, letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry," you groan, smacking your palm against your forehead a few times. "I’m just scared. I'm so damn scared, Toji, I don't know what to do."

You remember being so excited when the topic of studying abroad first came to your mind. Having been sheltered most of your life, you figured it was time to get out there and go a little wild once you graduated, but you never expected to fall in love along the way.

Especially not with your best friend’s father.

Right now, you should be with him. Both of you should be smoking in his room and flipping through pictures of you both in middle school, but instead, you’re with his fucking father. It’s almost sick to you how big of a secret you’ve been keeping from your closest companion, but you knew it’d kill him if he ever found out about your relationship—and it’s not like you blamed him either. If you’d been close to someone for this long and you found out she was fucking your father, you know you’d raise hell so this was no difference.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, baby,” he said, cutting the silence with his deep voice. “Just tell me what’s going on up there, pretty girl.” He kept his eyes on the road, steering with one hand while the other stayed solid on your thigh. For as long as you’ve known the man, he’s always been a stoic man who never had an issue with staying calm, but the grip he had on the wheel was a new side of him.

After a while, you spoke with a meek and broken voice. "I just... God, I don't want to leave you. You understand that, right?" You gazed out of the window, watching as Toji navigated through a path in the dark forests of your city. It was the last time you'd be able to visit your spot for a few years. "And Megumi, too. I feel like such a bitch for what I'm doing to him, Toji. I shouldn't... we shouldn't be doing this."

He just stayed silent, pulling into a parking area not too deep in the forest. Once he stopped the car, he breathed out a heavy sigh before hanging his head for a minute to think, retracting his large hand from your thigh. “Fuck, I know. I know how you feel, I do,” Toji started, shutting his eyes tight. “I know because I feel the same. But there’s nothing wrong with you falling in love with someone, is there? Father or not, it shouldn’t matter.”

“Maybe, but you know how this looks for us…” You looked into his dark green eyes, the shining jade pigment sending a wave of relief through your tired body. The vibrant hue held a deep, almost mystical quality, reminiscent of emeralds bathed in sunlight. Flecks of darker green and hints of gold danced within, creating an intricate pattern that seemed to shift with every blink. He’s so fucking beautiful. You couldn’t begin to comprehend just how much you’d miss seeing him every night. How much you’d miss sneaking around and kissing those beautiful scarred lips. There was nothing okay with falling in love with your best friend’s dad, but you couldn’t help it. You never asked for this.

Toji nodded, his gaze focused on you. “I know, but let's not dwell on this anymore,” he murmured, his hand gently squeezing your arm. “Tonight, I just want us to be together peacefully, okay? We can tackle the tough stuff another time.” With that, he left the car, walking over to your size to let you out as well.

Your last night together.

The least you could do was let it be peaceful. The walk to your favorite river was painfully slow, consisting of you trudging behind Toji and dragging your feet almost slothfully. The only light illuminating your path was the soft glow of the moon, making it a little difficult to find your way in the beginning but you soon found yourself standing in front of a steep river. Memories of your first night here with Toji resurfaced, causing a small grin to twitch on your face. It was a night for a lot of firsts. Your first kiss, your first time… it was an easier time.

Everything seemed so simple then.

Toji sat by the river, stretching his legs until his shoes nearly touched the dark, glowing water. He glanced up at you, observing as you settled down beside him, crossing your legs. A soft sigh escaped you as you gazed ahead, tuning in to the gentle flow of the water. You yearned to be like the river—serene, a graceful body of water simply existing peacefully. No struggles or worries, just living.

“Fuck, baby,” Toji finally groaned, playfully bumping his shoulder into yours. “I’m gonna miss you so much. You better call me every day,” he demanded, a small grin stretching on his lips despite the inner turmoil he was still feeling. No matter how lonely he’d be without you, all he wanted was for you to achieve the dream you’d been thinking about for years now. It was time for you to break free from the cocoon your parents had trapped you in and live a little.

“You better not start getting too friendly with other girls,” you teased, narrowing your eyes at him. At that, Toji laughed hard before smashing his lips against your soft ones. He let out a gentle noise, his hand reaching to squeeze your waist before he hesitantly pulled away.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re gone for two years or two decades. You know you’re not gettin’ rid of me that easily.” He clasped your hand, giving it a tight squeeze before pressing it gently to his lips, his rough scar grazing your skin. Regardless of the complexities in your relationship, the thought of living without him was unimaginable. He wasn't just Megumi's father anymore; he belonged to you. The distance of the ocean couldn't alter that.

“Besides,” he continued, pulling you into his lap. “We’ll always have holidays, won’t we? This isn’t over. We aren’t over.” His lips were on you moments after, moving in a slow but messy harmony. Small grunts escaped you both as his tongue forced itself into your mouth, tangling with yours. Strings of saliva began escaping, dripping down your chin and neck - but you didn’t care. You couldn’t. It would be like a million eternities before you were able to feel him against you like this again.

Finally, you pulled away, your bottom lip glossy with his saliva as you panted softly. Tomorrow, you’d be in a place making your way across the ocean for two whole years.

You only had tonight.

“Right here, Toji,” you started, quickly pulling your shirt over your head before you finished explaining. “Need you right now. We don’t have long, so just… just take me now,” you rushed, pressing kisses to his neck and lips.

You lay down on the grass, pushing your skirt up to expose your black panties, body aching for his gentle touch. Toji wasted no time in getting your panties down to your ankles and then to the ground, his thick fingers pressing against your clit. He sighed, dragging the tip of his middle and ring finger through your slick folds, starting from your clit and then down to your entrance.

Slowly, he eased those fingers inside, burying them as deep as he could before pulling them out, witnessing how soaked you were. “I bet she’s gonna miss me the most, huh?” He asked rhetorically before slowly thrusting his slick-coated digits into your heated depths, listening for every moan and whimper you blessed his ears with.

“Yeah… don’t know what I’m gonna do without your tongue or fingers,” you rasped, rolling your hips as he pumped his hand inside, moving down to lick and kiss your sensitive neck. He continues moving against your bumpy walls, his darkened eyes watching you in the moonlight. You were always such a wreck for him and so easily too.

His fingers suddenly curled his fingers upwards, pressing into that spongy spot that you both loved so much. With trembling legs, you began subconsciously attempting to close your thighs but he wouldn’t allow it. It was embarrassing hearing your own soaked pussy being fingered and it was showing too. Your cheeks and body felt even hotter now, making you turn your head away from him. Your back arched off the ground as you began twitching around him, a wave of heat filling your lower abdomen as you began to get closer.

Closer…

“Oh, no,” Toji teased with a chuckle as he quickly retracted his soaked digits, sucking your juices from them without caring about how dirty the action was. “When you cum, I wanna feel it.”

You pouted, perching yourself on your elbows. “Asshole.”

Toji only smirked, unzipping his black jeans slowly before pulling his hardened cock out. He hissed from the feeling of his fingers on his neglected cock, squeezing his length in an attempt to replicate how you’d feel around him. It was almost too much now; The ache between your legs, the tears still threatening to fall from your eyes, and the way your boyfriend felt as he began sliding inside of you

He groaned, bottoming out against your cervix with practiced ease. His cock was throbbing inside of you, making it difficult for you to not cum on the spot. His hands found their way to your hips, his nails sinking into your skin as he began thrusting inside. He dragged his cock against your soaked walls, setting a slow, but deep pace. Embarrassment is clear on your features from the way your body reacts to him so perfectly. Like even your body knows you are his now and forever. He pulled out almost completely before pushing back in, intoxicated by the sounds of your moans. “Oh, baby, fuck,” he whispered with a rough voice as he threw his head back, pounding into your abused cunt even harder. “You feel so fuckin’ good… gonna miss this pussy so much.”

The sound of his hips meeting yours made him twitch inside of you again. “But she’s all mine, right? This cunt,” he rasped, emphasizing his words by pulling out and thrusting into you roughly. “belongs to me. Say it.”

“All yours, Toji. Don’t want anyone else,” you cried out into his neck as his fingers pinched your sensitive clit, dragging a loud moan from the depths of your throat.

“There you go, pretty girl. Give it to me. Show me how much that pretty pussy belongs to me,” he praised, taking your button between his fingers as he stroked it, coaxing an orgasm from you. It wasn’t long before his heavy balls were tight and sensitive, revealing how ready he was to finally pump his seed inside of you.

With a loud moan, you came hard around his cock, your pussy tightening on him so much, you almost pushed him out. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on his own orgasm, basking in the way you gripped his cock like your pussy couldn’t possibly live without it ‐ like you were fucking made to be fucked by his cock. He thrust inside of you a few more times, his strokes lazy and uncoordinated as he finally spilled his hot, white liquid all over your bumpy walls.

“Making a mess all over my cock,” he growled, burying himself to your hilt before pulling out, denying you the feeling of fullness. He collapsed beside you, both of you panting, sweating messes. There was nothing scarier than losing the one man you truly loved, but if your relationship was meant to be, you knew it’d last. “Such a good girl…”You turned your head to look at his barely visible state with a gentle smile.

Everything would be okay because you were his and he was yours.

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #jjk hcs #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji headcanons #toji hcs #toji fushiguro hcs #toji fushiguro headcanons #kinktober #kinktober masterlist

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lilacsbeeswax · 2 months

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happy birthday to your account!! for your writing event, can I please have Lilies 🌺 with work song by hozier and sirius black? thank you🖤

Work Song

Part of my 2 year milestone event!

MASTERLIST

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Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

Work, work, and work Sirius swore these days it’s all that he did. Back when his dream of running his own tattoo shop was nothing but that he had had no idea what it would entail.

For the past week, he had been clogged with appointments. So many people had wanted custom tattoos, so he was drawing constantly. Then, it came to actually doing the pre booked tattoos which could take hours. As well as, walk ins that paid well, but took just as much time. Even when sharing the work load with James it was hard. Remus was out on vacation meaning Sirius had to take over bookkeeping and running the business. He swore he’d never have to do math, but there he was doing basic algebra at 8 am.

In short, Sirius was absolutely swamped. He had even been sleeping (albeit only a few hours) at the shop. His overfull mind only becoming more painful in the hours away from her.

Her. His only paradise. His pretty baby. The only girl for him.

He got small tastes of Y/n throughout the day, but it didn’t satiate his desire for her. Everyday at 11:30 am, she would bring him lunch during her break at her own job. She could be doing anything else, but she wanted to spend her rest time on him. Sirius loved it so much he felt sick. Often, he would be thinking about her so much that he wouldn’t be able to eat. He was unable to stomach the sweetness that he felt he never deserved.

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Sirius walked into the apartment on Saturday night exhausted. Y/n called out to him, “Siri? Is that you?”

He didn’t respond quietly slipping off his shoes and coat. She turned the corner, running up to him and nearly sliding on the laminate floor. She wrapped her arms around him, placing her forehead on his.

“Hey baby,” Sirius sighed. “I missed you.”

She leaned away and smiled at him. That sweet smile that made him feel like he was going to faint. “I missed you more!”

Sirius moved to brush a thumb against her lips relishing in everything about her, before his gently pulled her into a kiss. It was soft and sweet and if he didn’t know better, Sirius would suspect he was going into cardiac arrest.

Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

Y/n and Sirius had met many years ago, back when he was a self-described man whore and carried way too much trauma to hold on his own.

He had been a mess. Drinking constantly, using, and not being able to hold a stable job. Despite all of his problems, she had pulled him up and out of it.

Sirius had lost yet another job the day he had started that fateful drunken binge. Maybe, it was the cheap vodka or the combination of it and the weed, but he had called her.

When she arrived at his place after a very concerning phone call, you had found him on the floor half dead. From then on she never stopped taking care of him. She never asked what really happened.

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

Y/n and Sirius got ready for bed and laid down on their soft shared mattress for the first time in what felt like weeks.

She ran her fingers over his scarred up arms and chest. She kissed his lips, while caressing the marred skin. Sirius pulled away and kissed down her neck, nipping at all of the places he knew she liked. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her smiling under the dim lamp light.

“Fucking hell, you’re heaven.” He chuckled, saying a word between every soft peck of her neck.

“I could say the same about you, Siri.” She giggled, pulling him close to her, not planning on letting go anytime soon.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Lying there wrapped around the love of his life, Sirius couldn’t help but smile, knowing no one and nothing could take him away from his baby.

MASTERLIST

#fluff #marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #lilacsasks #2 year tumblrversary #fanfic event

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hiskillingjar · 1 month

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ren forcefemming is my favorite thing in the world like ... because i feel like he has such a warped perception of femininity . i think ren is like "yeah being a girl is when you act like a dumb whore and wear tiny clothes"

a heem heem...whimper...

i had to write something for this. don't look at me. i'm sorry women.

1200+ words, masc reader, cw for like. you know.

"You're an absolute degenerate, do you know that?"

Your voice was terse and irritable as Ren slid the skirt's waistband up your legs, a dumb smile on his lips and his tail wagging erratically as he did so.

Your bound wrists twisted tightly behind you and you could feel that your bare (for the most part) legs were trembling, but you were determined not to show just how nervous this was making you.

"Seriously, this is some perverted shit, Ren. What fucked up hentai have you been watching lately?"

"Ah-ah-ah," Ren chided, his smile spreading into a sharp-toothed grin as he straightened out, his eyes, glittering with malice and sick amusement, meeting yours as he wagged a finger condescendingly at you. "That's pretty bad language for a girl. You shouldn't be speaking like that, especially not to me."

"I'm not a fucking girl!" You snapped with a fierce look in your eyes, giving the zip-tie currently cutting into your skin a firm pull, knowing full well that it wasn't going to snap any time soon, and would, in fact, just dig even more painfully into your sensitive wrists.

Whatever, it felt better to put up a fight than to sit passively, doing nothing.

"Well, you kinda look like one right now," He drawled with an eye roll, moving closer to you and bracketing your trembling thighs with his own as he knelt in your lap. "And, like, I know it's not 'PC' or whatever," He chuckled and bit his lip, reaching to his side to pick up what looked like an eyeshadow palette and set it down on his thigh. "But normally, when someone looks like a girl and acts like a girl...they are one."

You gritted your teeth together, tensing your jaw as he took your cheeks in a painful grip and opened the palette with an elegant flick of his wrist, sweeping his pointer finger in glittery pink.

"I mean, you're not a very good girl," He continued with another mean chuckle, like he was saying something especially cruel. "But that's okay. I can help you with that. Close your eyes, please."

In spite of how much you wanted to cuss him out, you were very quickly deathly still as Ren gently rubbed his finger over your eyelid, incredibly cognisant of the tiny scratch of his claw over the thin, delicate skin that covered your eyes, your tense jaw trembling a little more as the tip (as sharp as a needle) traced the curve of your eye’s socket.

You wanted to put up a fight, of course you wanted to, but fuck, not when he was this close to putting a finger in your eye if you pissed him off.

"And, you know, make-up and clothes are just one thing...or, er, two things." He smiled, dabbing another colour of glitter in the corners of your eyes with his pinky. When there wasn’t the threat of a claw, the gesture was almost a little pleasant.. "It also comes down to attitude, you know...the way you carry yourself. Expression." He pulled his fingers away from your lids then, and you felt the press of what felt like a felt pen against your lids.

"You're such a freak...." You mumbled, though you did your best not to flinch as he drew a neat line across your lid, drawing it out to a sharp point, spanning up to your temple.

"Be nice, sweetie," He chided softly, paying attention to your other lid. "That's what I like...nice, sweet girls. Girls who know their place."

"Seems to me you like sluts," You grumbled, opening your lids to tiny slits to peer down at your lap. The plaid skirt he had forced you into was absurdly short, and had you been able to stand, it would have barely covered your ass, let alone the fishnets and the cheap, studded garter he had buckled around your thigh. "Or bad crossdressers."

"Mm, I mean, yeah, I guess I kind of do,” He agreed with an airy titter, setting down the pen and picking up a brush, which he dabbed into the eyeshadow palette. “I like nice girls, yeah…” He paused and idly licked his lips thoughtfully. “But I like it even more when they stop being so nice and act like a girl should act, ya know…when they stop playing smart and act like dumb whores instead.”

You grimaced at his hungry expression.

“Fucking incel,” You mumbled through your grit teeth, which only made him laugh harder as he powdered your cheeks with hot pink. “Jesus. I thought you were just a pervert, turns out your’re also a total misogynist too.”

“Ah, that’s a big word for you, sweetheart.” He teased with a mean snicker, continuing to blush up your cheeks. “You really are a girl…so fucking sensitive.”

You yanked your head backwards and glared hard at him.

Ren sat still for a moment, looking almost surprised as he gave you a long and considered look before he smiled innocently and hopped off your lap, setting the make-up supplies to the side again and pacing to his desk.

“I’m kind of sick of you cussing at me, actually,” He mumbled to himself, opening up the top drawer and fishing out a cheap-looking ball gag, pale pink, fake leather and hard plastic. “What’s the saying…” He drawled out again, unbuckling it as he paced back to you. “‘Girls should be seen and not heard?’ Yeah, that’s the one.”

“NGH-!”

You grunted roughly as he pushed a hand into your hair (gripping a chunk of your bangs) and forced your head back, pressing the ball between your teeth and buckling the leather belt around the base of your skull quickly and efficiently. You could already feel the cheap straps digging into the corners of your mouth, painfully tight.

“There we go, much better.” He said brightly, his eyes creasing with delight as he sat back in your lap.

Despite your muffled protests and how much you were now pulling at each tight binding to be away from him, he pushed both hands up your skirt, feeling for and groping the first stirrings of (unfortunate) arousal in your…well, his panties.

“Haha, you can’t even pretend that you’re not enjoying yourself, can you?” He asked with a giggle, pressing his chest against yours, his tail wagging even faster. “I hope you know that this doesn’t make you any less of a girl, by the way…”

He punctuated his ‘validation’ (because what else were you going to call it?) by giving your arousal another firm squeeze. His fist was tight enough, squeezing and rubbing in the first oozing drips of pre-cum, that you couldn’t hold back a groan into the firm plastic of the ballgag, and pressed your face into his shoulder to hide how much your blushed cheeks were flushing.

“You’re gonna be stuck like this for a while, by the way…so just try to enjoy it instead of fighting me, hm?~”

#ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #fics #drabbles #qs #i am not above finding forcefem hot. sorry. killing myself now

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twsted-kinks · 6 months

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A Little Bit of Assistance (Malleus x Afab Reader x Lilia)

>ageless and minors dni<

Finally got this done. This was a request from someone probably like a month ago but I was sick for like 2 weeks and had no libido. That and just work. Haven't had much time to write but recently had a break so woooo here's some smut. This also ended up much longer than intended

Content Warning: threesome, voyeurism, exhibition, virgin Malleus, virgin Yuu depending on your definition of virgin, shy Yuu turns out to be dominant, biting, sharp teeth, blood, hair pulling, Lilia being ignored then being bratty, kinda degradation with Yuu being called a whore

Basically Lilia acts like a brat helps out Malleus and Yuu during their first time. Malleus and Yuu are dating. Reader is afab with gender neutral pronouns. (Terms like folds/hole/cunt used) Reader is implied to have breasts/man boobs but can be read as not having them (I'm a plus size guy and this is self indulgent ok)

"If you're uncomfortable, you don't have to do this." Lilia looks to Yuu who stands across from the two fae. The three stand in Malleus's room with the eyes of the two fae practically glowing in the rooms dim light.

"No no, I'm fine I just-" Yuu fiddles with the top button of their shirt. "Having you two look at me while I undress, it's... intimidating."

"Oh? Would you prefer if we turn around?" Lilia asks.

"I do not wish to take my eyes off you." Malleus adds. "But, if it will help, I can turn the other way."

"I- No, I just- I'll turn around. I think not seeing you will help." Yuu's already blushing face grows a deeper pink as they turn their back to the fae. They undo the buttons of their shirt and let it fall off their shoulders, revealing the back of their binder/bra. The two fae stare intently as Yuu removes the binder/bra from their chest. Yuu hesitates before removing their belt and unbuttoning their pants. They let the pants drop to the ground, hesitant to remove their underwear.

"I think-" Yuu crosses their arms over their chest before turning to face the two fae, eyes looking to the ground. "This is what I can remove right now."

"Whatever makes you most comfortable." Lilia smiles and steps forward. "Now, why don't you sit on the bed for us, hm?"

Yuu nods and does. The fae step closer. Lilia settles on the bed beside Yuu while Malleus steps closer, standing in front of the human. Yuu looks up to Malleus, the dragon fae's eyes are focused on them, pupils blown wide as his gaze lingers on different parts of their body.

"You have experience kissing, correct?" Lilia leans close to Yuu's ear. "And not just something quick."

"Yes." Yuu looks to him but then quickly looks down to their lap. "I've... madeout with a few people before."

"Would you mind helping me provide an example for the young master?" Lilia asks with a smirk.

"I-" Yuu nods. "I can do that."

Lilia leans in and places a small peck on Yuu's lips before kissing them again slow and deep. Lilia's tongue enters their mouth meeting Yuu's own. Yuu shifts their arms, placing their hands on Lilia's chest.

When the two finally pull away from each other, Malleus's hand touches Yuu's cheek, gently shifting their gaze to face him. "I believe it is my turn now."

"So impatient." Lilia giggles. "That was barely a kiss."

Malleus gives Lilia a look before the taller fae leans over Yuu, making the human look straight up at him. The kiss is gentle for a moment but quickly becomes heated. While Yuu and Malleus have kissed before, it's always been soft, romantic, but this- this was hunger. Malleus's forked tongue plunges into their mouth, going much deeper than Lilia's, and his teeth scrape against Yuu's lips, drawing blood. Yuu's hands grip to Malleus's shirt for dear life. Malleus pushes further, pushing the small human onto their back as he crawls on top of them. Malleus is curled over them, their legs spread and their hips meeting his own. He grinds against them, only a few layers of fabric keep him from feeling himself against their folds.

A tug on Malleus's horn pulls his mouth away from the human. "Careful Malleus." Malleus glares at Lilia before looking down at Yuu. His posture stiffs as he sees the blood on their lips.

"Child of man, are you alright?" Malleus's thumb runs along their lips.

"Fuck, Malmal. That was-" Yuu wraps their arms around the fae's neck as they lick their lips. "That was the best fucking kiss I've ever had."

"Oh?" Lilia smirks. "So the child of man likes it a bit more rough I see. Hmm, how about a change of position? I have an idea."

Reluctantly, Malleus gets off of Yuu and sits on the bed. Lilia moves Yuu to the other fae's lap, their back against Malleus's chest as they sit between the larger fae's legs. Lilia floats in front of them, leaning in and kissing the human's lips, then chin, then jaw. He runs his tongue along Yuu's neck, making the human whine. When they feel sharp teeth sink into their flesh, Yuu covers their mouth, trying to silence a deep moan.

"No." Malleus slips his hand alongside Yuu's, gently pulling their hand away. "I wish to hear you."

Lilia licks along Yuu's throat again and sinks his teeth in, higher up this time. Yuu inhales sharply and a high pitched moan escapes them.

Lilia pulls away with a chuckle. "A little human, seemingly so sweet and innocent, but, in reality, you're a whore for pain."

Malleus growls. "Lilia, be careful of what you call them."

"No, it's-" Yuu's thighs rub together. "It's alright. I... like it actually."

"You do?" Malleus asks.

Lilia giggles and licks the blood dripping from Yuu's neck. "A little human whore caught between two fae. I wonder how long they'll last before they're spent."

"Whore..." Malleus experiments, saying the word aloud. "My whore." He runs his tongue up along the other side of Yuu's neck, stopping at their ear and licking the shell.

Yuu whimpers as they reach down, but Lilia stops them before they can touch themselves.

"Patience, you'll get your pleasure in due time. Just let us play a bit more. Now, Young Master, watch closely." Lilia lets out a deep chuckle as he runs his hands up Yuu's torso, feeling the shape of their body, as he places a trail of licks down to their chest. Lilia's hands cup Yuu's chest, massaging the human's nipples with his thumbs. He kneads and tugs their flesh, pinching their hardened nipples and earning a moan.

"More." Yuu moans. "I need more."

Malleus's hands make their way to Yuu's chest, but Lilia slaps them away. "Ah ah, you need to pay attention, Young Master. Both of you need to learn patience."

"I'm tired of being patient!" Yuu growls and forcefully pulls Malleus's hand between their legs.

Lilia chuckles, but, before he can say anything, Yuu reaches up and yanks his head back by his hair, making the smaller fae gasp. Malleus shudders behind the human.

"Just cause I'm inexperienced doesn't mean I'm some delicate flower." Yuu grunts as they release Lilia and tugs their underwear down their legs. "You've had your fun, now sit and stay until I tell you to move."

Malleus eagerly begins to run his fingers along Yuu's folds as they rut into his hand in response.

"Just put your fingers in me, Malmal." Yuu's hand cups Malleus's. "These two fingers. Push them in as far as-" They're cut off as Malleus's middle and ring finger fully dive into their cunt in a single motion, and a loud moan escapes them.

"You're so perfect." Malleus hums as he feels Yuu's warmth around his fingers.

"Curl your fingers, Mal. Keep doing a 'come here' motion."

Malleus follows the instructions perfectly.

"Fuck yes!" Yuu reaches down and starts to rub on their clit. "Faster- More fingers."

Malleus adds two more fingers, stretching Yuu's cunt, and fucks them faster with his fingers.

Yuu's back arches as the build up in their gut finally snaps. They cum around Malleus's fingers, pulling them in even deeper as fluid gushes from Yuu. Malleus continues to finger them through their orgasm until Yuu pulls his hand away.

"On your back." Yuu turns around and places their hands on Malleus's chest. He allows them to push him down. Yuu sits on the bottom of his torso and leans down, kissing up his jaw then biting his ear. Malleus gasps, hands grabing Yuu's hips, and ruts into the air. Yuu begins to undo the buttons on his shirt but then growls and tears the shirt open. "Fuck, Mal. How are you this fucking hot."

"Chi-" Malleus whimpers as Yuu sucks and bites at his neck. "Child of man-"

"My name." Yuu tugs both of Malleus's nipples. "Say it."

"Yuu." Malleus moans.

"Good boy." Yuu's hands trails down the dragon's torso and undoes his belt. "Fuck, you've already soaked your pants huh?"

"Please, Yuu, they're too tight."

Yuu coos as they undo his pants. "You're so cute, Malmal."

"What about me?" Lilia whines as he hovers behind the human. "Am I not cute enough? Have I not been patient enough? Can't I join in again?"

"Fine, but only cause you asked nicely." Yuu chuckles and slaps their ass. "Prep my asshole."

Lilia smiles, and with a quick snap of his fingers, a bottle of lube appears. "Gladly."

Yuu shivers as cold lube touches their skin and drips down their asshole. Lilia runs his finger along the hole before pushing it in.

Malleus's hand cups Yuu's face as they moan. "You're beautiful." The dragon fae whispers.

Yuu's face flushes a deeper red. "You're way to sweet, Mal." Yuu's comment is followed by a loud gasp as Lilia pushes another finger into them.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" Lilia pouts.

"Just one of you is already a handful." Yuu groans. "Wait a moment."

"Oh? But weren't you the one tired of waiting?" Lilia chuckles as he scissors their asshole.

"Ugh, yeah yeah." Yuu pushes back against Lilia. "Just back up and let me suck Mal's cock, then I'll get to yours."

Lilia backs up, floating behind the human as he laughs. "Looks like our vulgar human is in for a surprise."

"What are you..." As Yuu undoes Malleus's pants, they notice the strange shape under the fae's underwear.

Malleus clears his throat awkwardly. "Chi- Yuu, I am- My... private parts are unlike those of most fae and even more unlike a human's."

"Mal..." Yuu runs their hand along the dragon fae's buldges. "No matter what parts you got, I'm going to want to fuck you. Hell, I'll probably like whatever you got more."

Malleus moans. "You sound confident."

"That's because I am." Yuu slowly tugs down the hem of the fae's underwear and bites their lip. "And I'm right."

Both of Malleus's cocks stand tall once freed and the fae lets out a deep sigh. The tips of Malleus's cocks start thin then grow in girth, melding into the thick shaft. They start to get thinner near the base until getting even thicker at their knots. So much precum drips down each cock it almost appears like a stream.

"Fuck." Yuu moans as they lean down, lips only an inch away from one of Malleus's cocks. "How can I not find you sexy."

Yuu yelps as they're suddenly pushed forward, face shoved against Malleus's cocks as the dragon fae growls from the stimulation. Precum smears across the human's face.

"Ah, sorry." Lilia giggles as his three fingers stretches Yuu's asshole open. "Was I too forceful? It's hard to tell what I'm supposed to do when no ones paying attention to me."

"Can you let me give my boyfriend head in peace?" Yuu asks as the settle back to where they were.

"Hmm... No. I think I've prepped you enough to have some of my own fun." Lilia coos as he takes his cock and slaps it against Yuu's ass.

"Careful, old man." Malleus growls at the smaller fae.

"Oh, don't worry." Lilia chuckles as he humps his cock between Yuu's cheeks. "I'll leave their womb for you to fill. If they allow me to, that is."

Yuu looks back to Lilia and then up to Malleus. "I'm- Well- Mal, are you okay with it?"

Malleus thinks for a moment before responding. "Only my seed may mark them inside."

"I can work with that." Lilia smirks as he lines his tip up with Yuu's asshole and slowly pushes in. Yuu lets out a low groan as they hold onto Malleus's thighs to balance themselves. Lilia pushes in a bit, then pulls out until only his tip remains inside, then pushes in even more. He does this again and again until he bottoms out.

"Look at that." Lilia coos as he pushes Yuu's torso down, arching their back so Malleus has a clear view of the human's asshole stretched around Lilia's cock. "Now prove to us how much of a whore you are. Pleasure your future king while your ass is used like a toy."

Yuu's eyes seem to have glazed over as Lilia slowly ruts into them. They reach forward and fiddle with Malleus's pants for a moment before ripping them, revealing more of Malleus's underwear and thighs.

Malleus's eyes widen in shock, his cheeks and tips of his ears turning an even deeper shade of red. "Child of man-"

"Need you nude." Yuu grunts in response as they pull at Malleus's underwear, trying to rip them as well. "I want you balls in my mouth."

"Oh, such a demanding little whore." Lilia giggles and snaps his fingers. Malleus's clothes dissappear from the larger fae's body.

"Was that neces-" Malleus pauses as his thighs are lifted back by Yuu. The human wastes no time and immediately wraps their lips around the flesh of one of the dragon fae's balls, sucking. Malleus reaches up, the back of one of his hands covering his mouth.

Lilia laughs as he begins to thrust faster. "Oh, you almost have me jealous, young master."

Yuu moves to licking all along Malleus's balls up to the underside of one of his cocks. They place Malleus's thighs on their shoulders as their hands move. One hand cups Malleus's balls, thumb kneading the plump flesh, while the other hand begins to stroke Malleus's unoccupied cock. Yuu's licking travels upwards until they finally take the head of one if Malleus's cocks in their mouth.

"It's too much." Malleus moans as they reach down, gently grabbing a fistful of the human's hair. "If you do not stop- ah. I will- I will release too soon."

Yuu doesn't stop. The human uses both hands to wrap around both if Malleus's cocks, stroking the two shafts as they wrap their lips around both tips.

"Yuu-" Malleus grunts. "I am going to- Ah!"

Cum erupts into Yuu's mouth. They struggle to swallow what they can as excess drips from the corner of their lips. After a moment, they have to pull back, coughing while they're trying to catch their breathe. The cocks keep pulsing, more cum shooting out and painting Yuu's face. The human whines as they feel Lilia pull out of them.

"I hope you're ready for some more." Lilia pulls Yuu by their hair and floats next to them, stroking his cock right in front of their face.

Yuu opens their mouth wide and sticks out their tongue, cum still dripping from it.

"Such a hungry whore." Lilia chuckles as he strokes himself. A moment later, cum shoots from his cock. The first couple of ropes land across their face before the rest land in their waiting mouth. "Now swallow."

Yuu does so eagerly, licking their cum stained lips as well. Suddenly, Yuu is pushed onto their back as Malleus crawls on top of them, pulling their legs over his shoulders.

"I cannot take anymore." Malleus ruts his cocks against the human's folds as he pushes their knees to their chest. "I need to inside you. I need to feel you around me. I need to fill you."

Yuu reaches down, each hand taking a cock and lining them up with one of their holes. "I got two holes. Use 'em. Make it so I can't walk tomorrow."

"Yes, I shall. Anything for my beautiful whore." Malleus pushes forward, slowly sinking his cocks into both of the human's holes.

"And don't forget about me." Lilia hums as he hovers above Yuu's face. "A proper whore has every hole nice and filled, don't they?"

"Want to fuck my face that badly, old man?" Yuu grabs Lilia's thighs and pulls him down to their face. The human quickly begins licking his shaft.

"So beautiful." Malleus mutters as he pushes himself deeper into Yuu.

"Indeed." Lilia smirks as he reaches down and angles his cock, pointing it right at Yuu's mouth.

"I want to feel your balls slapping my nose. Make me fucking gag." Yuu groans.

"And so demanding." Lilia laughs as he shoves his cock balls deep into the human's throat. Yuu's body shakes as they claw and Lilia's thighs.

"They tightened." Malleus moans. "Relax, my whore. I want to be fully inside you before I fill you."

Yuu moans around Lilia's cock, trying to respond.

"Ah, ah." Lilia starts to slowly fuck their face. "You shouldn't talk with your mouth full."

"I am almost-" Malleus grunts as he finally bottoms out in both of Yuu's holes. "Yuu, you are truly amazing. So- ah- so tight, yet you have taken all of me."

"Oh, and look at that." Lilia runs his hands down Yuu's abdomen, caressing the bulges in their stomach. "Look how much you're stretching them."

Malleus's hips thrust. "Ah- My apologies. I did not mean to-"

Yuu reaches down and pulls at Malleus's thighs, pulling him closer.

"Oh?" Lilia coos. "I think they want you to move. So insatiable. "

With that, Malleus begins thrusting in earnest, his balls slapping Yuu's ass which each thrust. With a fae at either end and every hole filled, it doesn't take long for Yuu to come, body shaking as the two fae continue to use them. It doesn't take long for Yuu's mind to be gone. They don't know how many times they cum, how many time one of the fae cum in them, on them. Everything is such a glorious blur. All they know is that there is no way they are walking out if bed tomorrow.

#twst smut #twst writings #twst x reader #twst thots #twst malleus smut #twst lilia smut #malleus x reader #lilia x reader

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konigsblog · 10 months

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hiiiii i LOVE your writing sm and i also LOVE angst so i was excited to see your post about an angst prompt so heres one ive been thinking of

i feel like ghost would be someone who would quickly put up walls when he felt he was getting too close to someone, so when he and reader get to the stage where they both clearly like each other but its not official, ghost would start acting cold, saying he was too busy for a date when he would just sit on his phone, looking at photos of reader, and then he would act like you were the idiot, like he never saw you the way you did, as if there was nothing between the two of yours, all because he's too scared to lose someone he loves.

kinda long sorry (ಡ᎔ಡ)

thank you so much for your kind words, i really appreciate it and it doesn't go unnoticed, thank you a lot for your support, you're so sweet <3;

he's lost too many. soldiers, friends, siblings, parents. he couldn't bare the idea of letting you into his life, visiting your grave in the future, a bouquet of your favourite flowers placed on the dirt. he saw your kindness, appreciation, your effort to make him your friend, and despite being pushed away multiple times, you never gave up.

it almost made him frustrated. just drop it, corporal. he'd curse, swallowing his words before turning his heel away from you. simon wanted you, he needed you, desperately - but the flooding thoughts that kept him awake at night was enough to turn a blind eye to your attempts. why did you want him so badly?

although you wanted eachother, it was useless and pointless. seeing you on field would disrupt his skills, becoming worried when you got hit, risking his life just to be able to save yours. he would do that anyway, romantic or professional, but he used that as an excuse, another reason to push you away.

but when you actually stopped bothering him, he felt ill. sick to his stomach now at the lost presence following him 24/7. ghost, could we meet up for coffee together? are you alright, simon? you don't seem to like me that much, am i doing something to upset you? i'm sorry, ghost, i wasn't trying to anger you..

he'd recently blown up at you. his nightmares kept him awake at night truly, but he blamed you for your constant, tiring and repetitive attempts to draw him in. “fuckin' drop it, corporal. would you stop bothering me? it's repetitive and clear that i clearly don't need, nor want you.”

to say his words didn't burn was a lie. he could see the tears forming in your eyes, glassy and glistening, nodding your head before leaving him, alone.

i'm sorry, fuck. why did i do that? i fuckin' lied, i need you, why would i say something like that.. the cold heart inside him shattered as he realised what he'd done; even if he had deal with the heartbreak of another death, he'd also have to live being alone if he never let anyone in, including you, the one he truly and genuinely desired.

”i needed you, sweetheart, i shouldn't of said the things i did, god-.. i'm so sorry.” his voice was a whisper, holding your limp, motionless body in his arms, unable to save you as blood gushed from your wound. a lifeless corpse he held, sighing as he visited another grave of a person he'd pushed away, despite his true need for her.

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seeminglydark · 11 months

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Idk if this means anything to you but I'm a comic artist who's had a hard time doing art for a few years. The first four was because of life hardship and lack of time/chronic pain, but now lately I've had time but a mental block. I'm creeping up on 30 and felt bad about myself for "missing out" on my opportunity to be a comic artist. It was really validating to see you post about being 41 (correct me if I'm wrong) especially since you have such wonderful comics that I've been following for a while now. It makes me feel less like I'm wasting my time putting my things in order when I "should" be drawing.

Hopefully this doesn't come across as offensive or anything. It was just comforting and validating. Anyway, big fan! Love your characters a whole lot and hope you have a good day!

Dear Anon

I am 41 years old. I have wanted to make comics my entire life. before my dad got sick, and my childhood kinda fell apart, all i did was draw. after that, i used the stories in my head to cope. life moved on. i was convinced not to accept a partial scholarship to an art school in California. life got hard. i worked at a hotel, and after i escaped an abusive relationship at 22 i hitchhiked/bused far far away to start over. i tried to make comics again, but i had to survive, and so i got another job doing the only thing i knew how to do, hotels. and i worked. and worked. and life got harder and times got heavier and i didn't get time to draw and i worked double hours, 15 to 17 hours a day. and i went four years without drawing a single thing.

i kept working myself into the ground. i was 29 now. i picked up a pen again and drew a red haired boy. he had a hard life and no love and no friends. his problems were on the outside, for everyone to see. he ran away but his problems went with him.

i was 32. surely i was too old now. my time to be an artist was gone. i had no school. no hope. i was so far behind the younger gen i saw online. i cried. all the time. i wrote stories in my email drafts while i worked shifts. i stayed up late trying to learn how to draw again. i cried some more. the boy grew. i called him Fiach. worthy. a raven. later i renamed him Avery. he was like a bird, he had wings, he was my hope. i started writing some friends for him. the people i wished i had around me.

i started finding time and space. i got a new job, something where i was lucky enough to set my own hours. for the first time i had a partner who believed in me. things were hard. but i was drawing now. and that helped.

i went on a road trip and i started drawing pages of an unnamed story on 6 by 8 paper in a sketchbook. i drew 20 of them. 'what could i call this?' i thought. Nothing Seems as Dark...no says my partner. Seemingly Dark. he made me a logo. i was 35. i bought an ipad, i cant do this on paper, its too much story i have too much to say. so i learned how to draw digitally by tracing my own trad art pages.

I spoke to my dad for the last time on June 17th, fathers day that year. he said 'you're good. i'm proud. and you're gonna do amazing things. none of this is your fault. and we will speak again soon.' i didn't know id never hear his voice again. he died a week later.

i turned 36. i kept trying. i'm old, i don't understand the internet. how can i share this?

i stumbled across Lore Olympus. i was introduced to webcomics. id read comics online before but the thought never occurred to me. i opened an account on Tapas. and then i stared at it. what if no one likes it. what if its bad. my art isn't good. i should wait til i'm better. but will i ever really be better? or will i always believe that tomorrow is better? do it now. if even one person gets something out of this story, this story about a boy who is you, a boy who looking for hope, a boy who might make it, then that is enough isn't it.

June 17th 2018 i launched Seemingly Dark.

SD's five year anniversary is in a week. 0ver 700 pages. leaps and bounds in progress with my skills. a printed comic under my belt as of monday. i was always a storyteller. but i was always an artist too.

I am 41 years old, dear anon. I did not truly embark on this journey til i was 35. life got in the way. even now, chronic illness gets in the way. but its worth it. its never ever too late. i believe in you the way my dad believed in me. i reset my life again and again. but I was always an artist. and if thats who you are, and who you want to be, even if things dont go the way you wished they could, you're an artist too.

im 41 years old. i speak about my age, even though i often feel too old to belong in spaces, cuz really, in this case age is just a number. take care of yourself. do what you need to do. and little by little, when your able, carve out your space until it becomes more of a habit. sometimes i think about all the years i lost not drawing or creating. but there's a lot of factors that make me believe had i made my story then, it wouldn't be the story it is now, i needed to live a bit. i needed to find myself. i know this was long, but i just wanted you to see i also had to put my life in order, and getting notes like this reminds me it wasnt at all a waste. im glad i could offer you some comfort. thats honestly the best compliment i could ever receive.

TL;dR I was 35 when i sat down and seriously started making comics, because life always got in the way and so did my confidence. i always feared being too old. im 41 now, still going strong.

#rj rambles #this is really long im sorry anon #i think my late comic blooming story is kinda important for people to hear #thankyou for giving me a reason to tell it

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