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empresskylo · 8 months

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➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➠SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X AFAB!READER ➠WARNINGS | afab!reader. kinda mean!ghost to sad/sweet!ghost. smut. rough sex. trauma/ptsd. dub-con sorta. wc 1.8k ➠SUMMARY | after a bad mission, simon comes back and takes his pain out on you. ➠AUTHOR'S NOTE | had to get this out of my system okay....

𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ghost found you in his room as you sat peacefully on his small bed, a book nestled in your lap. you lazily turned the page unaware of his presence. the single light in the room created haunting shadows across your face that made you appear ethereal. usually, that would gain a smile from him, but he just glowered.

ghost had basically stormed into the barracks, soap trying to reassure him that the mission wasn’t a total bust as he made his way down the hall, heavy-footed and stomping.

when he made it to his room, he was less than pleased to see you on his bed. usually, he enjoyed having you with him after a long mission, your warm body pressed against his side, your hands stroking through his hair, his arms wrapped possessively around you. but not tonight. not after what he went through.

“out,” he barked.

you startled, putting a hand to your chest. “jesus, you scared me.”

he threw his tactical vest on his desk chair and glowered at you. “i said out,” he demanded.

a small sense of apprehension spread through you. you closed the book and placed it beside you on the bed. “is everything okay?” you asked timidly.

ghost took in an impatient breath, his eyes focusing on his wardrobe rather than on you.

“you need to leave.” he tore his mask off then his gloves and dropped them on his small desk. he ran a hand through his disheveled hair and took a breath to compose himself. he didn’t want to yell at you. “i’m not in a good mood. i jus’ don’t wanna take it out on you.” he had to muster all his willpower to explain this gently.

he squeezed his fists into a tight knot and he shut his eyes, his mind going back to his men shouting in frustration and pain, calling out to ghost, unsure of what to do next. ghost saw himself panic and make the wrong call.

“please, just leave.” his voice was more defeated that time, his patience wearing thin.

you stood up off the bed and ghost almost let out a sigh of relief until he heard you stepping closer to him.

he spun to meet you. “god fucking damnit!” he cursed, slamming his hand on the wall beside your head.

you held back a flinch but he could see the heartache in your eyes.

“i’m not afraid of you.” ghost sucked in a breath at your words.

simon’s face was scarred and broken from years of hell. and usually, that didn’t hinder the beautiful man buried beneath. but tonight, his eyes were dark and angry. his lips were pulled back in a snarl. he frightened you. not because you were worried he’d purposely harm you, but because you knew he would tear himself apart if left to his own devices. he thought he needed to be alone to decompress, but that wasn’t true. that would strand him in his own thoughts.

“i’m not leaving,” you tried to say with merit but your voice was soft.

simon’s other hand came out and slipped around your neck, putting a small bit of force on your windpipe as he hunched over to speak, his breath fanning against your lips. “i’m in a destructive mood, pet. i don’t wanna hurt you.”

“maybe i want to be hurt,” you challenged him. simon’s eyes darted between yours, contemplating picking you up, tossing you out, and locking the door, that, or letting his dark thoughts win.

“i won’t be able to stop once i start,” he warned.

you nodded, “i know.”

against his better judgment, his let the latter succeed, conceding to his fucked up mood filled with frustration, anger, acrimony, malice, and self-hatred. he quickly spun you around, pushing you up against the wall. his hands immediately went to your pants and he yanked them down in a hard pull, making you gasp.

one hand went to the back of your neck to keep you flat against the wall, the other fiddled with his belt. the clinking of metal had you squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. simon was rather gentle when you were together, he never wanted to put you in harm's way. it was the complete opposite really–he’d do anything to protect you.

but tonight he felt like he had gone back to his old self. the version of him that was set on avenging his family. the part of him that had been tortured and locked away–beaten and broken. and he couldn’t seem to get those emotions to leave his system.

simon thrusted his hips against you, one hand on the wall, one hand on your neck. you whimpered when you felt his cock slide against you, between your thighs and bumping your clit. your pants were gathered around your knees, making it hard for you to spread them further for him. both of simon’s hands came up and squeezed your breasts forcefully, pulling you into him in a hasty motion.

“tell me what happened,” you whispered.

simon grunted, nipping at your neck making you cry out.

he spun you both around and bent you over his desk, shoving your face against the wood. his hands gripped your hips, holding them so tight you worried you’d have bruises come morning.

in one swift motion, he buried himself inside you. you whined and he groaned loudly. his voice was guttural and husky as he spoke. “lost good men over a stupid fuckin’ mistake.” his hands yanked your hips back to meet his thrusts. “they died because of me.” his words were slightly slurred as he spoke through grunts.

“simon,” you said faintly, but he likely didn’t hear you, too lost in his own mind.

“i froze. i don’t know why i fuckin’ froze,” he said with pure, unhindered anger. you cried out as he slammed into you harder. you knew you were going to be a new level of sore by tomorrow.

simon roughly grabbed you, pulling you up to him, his hand wrapping around your neck tightly, cutting off most of your airflow, and holding your body against his own. he continued to rut into you, your hips hitting the desk with each of his thrusts. you mewled, closing your eyes and holding back any tears that threatened to fall.

his hand around your throat slid up a bit further, his fingers splayed across your jaw. his hot breath was by your ear now, leaving goosebumps. “you feel so fuckin’ good,” he growled.

you weren’t used to this side of simon. sure, he was a cold-blooded killer, the antagonist of people’s nightmares. but not with you. he was never that way with you.

but you’d be lying if you said the way he was using your body, letting everything out of his system, didn’t send sizzling tingles straight to your belly and between your thighs.

you felt like his fingers were leaving dark red marks along your throat and you struggled to swallow. “just let go, simon,” you encouraged, your voice staggered.

one of his hands dragged across your stomach as he pulled you into him, his other hand on your neck pulling it to the side so he could nip and bite along your throat. “fuck. fuck,” he moaned.

his hips never let up, if anything, he began thrusting into you harder and faster. “it’s not your fault,” you managed to get out.

you heard him groan. you both stumbled forward a bit and your hips hit the desk painfully, making it slide back in a screeching motion. that didn’t deter simon as his hand slid down to your waist, then along your hip, yanking you back to meet his thrusts.

he quickly pulled out of you and spun you around to face him. you saw tear marks streaking his face paint as you studied him for that brief moment of reprieve.

he backed you against the wall and shuffled as he pulled your pants the rest of the way off and tossed them aside. he stood up, gripping your ass and hoisting you up. you wrapped your legs around him and he was immediately back inside you, rutting his hips at the same speed as earlier.

he leaned into you, his face buried in your neck, his hand tugging at your hair. you yelped quietly at the way he pulled on your hair, your body slamming against the wall with each flick of his hips. you heard what might have been a whimper, his lips leaving little kisses along your neck where bite marks had appeared.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he swore. his hand gripped your waist painfully tight and the fingers of his other hand–half buried in your hair, half against your cheek–pressed aggressively against you. the way he claimed you, took you for himself, and let his anger pour out of him, was almost possessive.

you clenched around him, reaching your own high, triggering simon’s. his nails dug into you as yours tore against his clothed back. “god,” he grunted, followed by your name in a breathy tone, his hips keeping the same speed as his came inside you.

you clung onto him, letting the last bit of pain leave him, before he slowed and gently loosened his grip on you.

after several seconds of breathing heavily into your neck, he pulled back to look at you. you could see the tears that had lined his cheeks clearly now and one of your hands came up to rest against his jaw. he leaned into your touch, his fingers rubbing circles wherever they were against you.

“im sorry,” he said faintly.

“it’s okay, simon.” you gave him a weak smile.

“it’s not.” he looked at you. saw the marks along your skin. felt the way his hand had been gripping you, sure to leave dark bruises. “i didn’t want to hurt you.” his voice broke over his last words.

a tear slid down your cheek and he quickly wiped it away with his thumb. he set you down and you slid your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, and tugged him toward his bed. you pushed him down so he sat on the mattress and watched you. you stripped the rest of your clothes off and encouraged him to do the same. you slid on one of his t-shirts from his drawers and simon stripped down to just his boxers.

you pushed him back and curled into the bed with him, clicking the light off. his arms immediately wrapped around you on instinct. he pulled you close and buried his face in your hair. his hands slid up under your shirt and you felt him rubbing patterns on your back. “i’m okay,” you promised him.

he pulled you closer against him, tucking you into his side, wanting to have you as close as possible. “i love you,” he murmured, his thoughts settling to just thoughts of you. no one else. nothing else from that day. just you.

“i love you, too,” you said back, your low voice honey to his ears.

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lunargrapejuice · 1 month

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hello lovely luna !! i hope life has been treating you well, i’ve been missing u ♥️

for the prompt game, can i request “you’re not in bed. i came looking for you” with my beloved diluc? i’ve been struggling with insomnia n i just want diluc to put me to sleep ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

oh my whole heart was poured into this one i'm aching. i did not mean for it to this long but what can i do he has my heart and soul🩷 i hope you like it awea! i love n miss you too🥺💕

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“you’re not in bed. i came looking for you” | diluc x reader with no pronouns used

the winery at night is blanketed in the ethereal silver glow of the moon this time of night. it feels like something out of a fairy tale with the thick grape vines lining the path you walk, sparkling crystal flies silent in the flutter of their wings, and if you look hard enough even in the moonlight you can see the plump purple grapes.

it’s cool in a way that feels wonderful against your heated skin but not enough to make you cold and with each breath you take, you try to let the fresh air ease your mind that just won’t stop moving and thinking no matter how much you will it to. you honestly aren’t sure if being out here is working but it feels nice, peaceful and you’re glad to not be tossing and turning in bed while your beloved tries to sleep next to you.

you didn’t want to wake diluc, not when you knew how desperately he needed the sleep despite the fact you’re sure he would tell you he’s doing just fine on the little he does get. it wouldn’t stop you from doing your best to try to get tired all on your own before slipping back into bed, looking after him in this way.

but it was as if he felt the distance between you growing even in his dreams. his tired arm reaches for you on your side of the bed, needing to pull you closer to him before he could settle once again and when he’s met with cooling sheets barely clinging with your warmth, he’s instantly awake, ruby eyes blinking away tiredness and seeing he’s alone in bed.

quick to take in the space around him, diluc notes how the bathroom light isn’t on and there’s a full glass of water on your night stand. you’re nowhere to be found and he feels a tug on his heart that brings him to his feet, his strides long as he heads for the closed bedroom door and down the grand staircase in only long sleep pants.

he’s not sure what brings him to look outside before anywhere else, he dreads the thought of you being out there where something could hurt you with him not there to protect you. even if you could hold your own.. he just.. he never wanted to see anything happen to you and he could never get back to sleep without you next to him.

feeling his chest grow tight, he doesn’t let it slow his steps as he grabs his coat off of the back of the chair he had been working from earlier and pulls it over his bare arms and back, throwing open the heavy mahogany doors with ease.

you spot the brightness of his hair even in the dark night barely lit with the few lanterns that still burn around the property and feel your heart squeeze at the sight of him. his ruby eyes are filled with worry and a softness that makes you think he looks a bit younger, makes you want to reach out and touch his cheek, ease his anxieties, stand on your toes to kiss his brow.

“what’re you doing out here?” you ask and you’re forced to look up as he closes the distance between you, shedding his coat and pulling it over your shoulders as soon as he could reach you.

you’re enveloped in his warmth and the smell of wine from every angle, melting against his chest as he pulls you in close, like he needed to feel you against him.

“you’re not in bed,” he pulls you even closer, cradling the back of your skull with one hand, the other splayed across your lower back and his words are spoken softly against the shell of your ear. “i came looking for you.”

“i’m sorry,” your reply is barely audible against the immediate comfort he provides you, the kind that melts down your worries and woes and leaves you feeling safe and like you might actually be able to fall asleep. “i didn’t mean to worry you. i just..” you pause, feeling guilty for having worried him by being out here. “i couldn’t sleep.”

“why didn’t you wake me?”

he’s not angry or upset but you cling to him like a child in trouble. “you need your sleep too, you know.”

“i need you. i need you in my arms and close to me” he says, his words making you forget anything other than just being with him. it’s comfortably quiet between you for a few moments before he speaks again. “we can stay out here longer if you’d like.”

shaking your head against his chest, feeling the scars on his back under your fingertips and the soft skin around them, you let out a quiet ‘no, let’s go back to bed’ and feel your feet be swept out from under you the next second.

easily diluc carries you with one arm under your legs and the other at your back. in the night air his skin is still so incredibly warm and in his steady steps, you feel the tiredness begin to settle in your bones and let yourself skin further in his arms, succumbing to sleep before he makes it to the second floor of the manor.

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sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast · 6 months

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I Thought I Lost You

♡♡-Request: Mermaid!reader wears a pendant to breathe on land. You go on a date with your boyfriend Neuvillette; what could go wrong?

Content: hurt/comfort, mermaid!reader, gn!reader, near death experience.

It was strange. To one day care so much for someone that you'd risk your life. Before you met Neuvillette, you stayed below the surface. Your tail cutting through the water as you swam, doing your daily routine of gathering sea creatures. Some for food others for your care, the days continued like this until one day; it was different.

In the distance, you caught sight of a man. Or what looked to be a man. He had scales too but his tail and form was….different.

His swimming was ethereal, how easily he glided through the water. A family of otters swimming around with him. And for the first time, your heart beat turned irregular. You were scared at first, not understanding what it meant. But after talking with some friends, they told you that you more than likely were growing feelings for him. You took it to heart and worked your way up to speaking with him. He seemed just as nervous as you were. But he was always open for conversation.

Eventually, you both confessed. Confused by your feelings but willing to try, he'd asked to kiss you that day. And you did.

Now? It's been five years and you couldn't be happier. There were issues at first, since you always lived below the surface and Neuvillette, you found, was extremely busy. Rarely having leisure time to visit you. So you decided to obtain a pendant, allowing you to breathe above water. There was a time limit to it and it even gave you legs in the process! As long as you stay dry. It was perfect. Before him, you never once thought about breaching the surface. Afraid of the outcome. But now you couldn't imagine not being able to walk among the shore and sun.

"Your case. Is it truly that troubling?" You questioned, arms wrapped tight around his as you looked up at him. He gave a sigh, "I find most of my cases to be straight forward but this one…I'm unsure how I should proceed."

You gave him a smile, fiddling with your pendant.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out. I trust your judgment and speaking of; why don't you choose where we have lunch today?" Your eyelashes fluttered, peering up at him. Giggling when the tips of his ears turned a bit red. "Very well, but I know you'll want somewhere with shellfish." You nod, allowing him to guide you into the city, you'd only been a handful of times. It was often too crowded for your tastes.

"How about-" He stopped, his eyes slow to widen when he noticed. Even before you did, until you fell to the ground. Your tail sprouting as the struggle to breathe finally made you realize; someone took your pendant. Or knocked it off. You weren't sure who or when they'd managed, but now you couldn't breathe. Body twitching and mouth open agape, gasping. Your gills begging for oxygen from the water you swim through everyday.

In an instant, you were lifted into his arms. The sky turning a dark gray as rain started to fall-it didn't make any sense but it was hard to dwell. Your vision getting blurry-you were going to die. That's all you could think. You were going to die.

Your hands tried to tug at him, you couldn't die without saying how much you loved him. But he wouldn't look at you. Refused to. His eyes hyper focused in front of him; he needed to get you to water. Now.

"Neuv..-" "No." He refused. Refused. Refused. Refused. There. He could see water in his eyesight so he picked up his pace.

"Please…" you gasped, "Neuvi-" your body was now airborne, being tossed into the water. Your eyes widened as you could finally breathe, even if it was an abrupt landing. "Please be okay…" you heard him muttering. His outfit soaked as he sat in the shallow part of the water. Rain falling down around him.

"Neuvi.."you said softly, breaching the surface. "Oh thank God." He let out a breath he'd been holding. "I thought I lost you…"

You smiled, "You could never lose me."

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enyearns · 6 months

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Bakugou Katsuki: All the Lovers in the Night

in which bakugou keeps you company (even though you never asked for it)

✧ genre: fluff ✧ cw: some swearing! (sorry! my hands are tied, bakugou is a swearer!); also a brief mention of sex (the characters don't do anything remotely promiscuous, it's just mentioned) ✧ wc: 2.1k

song for this read: Sunsetz by Cigarettes After Sex

a/n: i think, sometimes, we all deserve a tame bakugou. and, i believe that bakugou really can simmer down when he's with you. it's no wonder why you feel safe with him. (i am an avid fan of this kind of bakugou. very avid fan).

You usually fall asleep easily. Really, you could sleep just about anywhere, even if it were on some rocky surface, or even if people were yelling all around you; you would just need five minutes before you’ll completely clock off the world.

But tonight was one of the nights where your mind was needlessly bustling with thoughts. Your body was extremely exhausted, and your mind was at the brink of sanity, yet your spirit couldn’t commit to sleep. You were, frustratingly, tossing and turning in bed, chasing sleep that eluded you.

You were beginning to feel suffocated and dreadfully alone in your room, so you wrapped your fluffy blanket around your shoulders and grabbed two books, taking off downstairs to the common area. Here it was dark and (unsurprisingly) empty; all the lights had been long turned off and there was no chatter in any corner of the dormitory, but still you felt like you had space to breathe again.

As you made your way quietly to the couch, you felt comfort in seeing the traces of your classmates scattered around. The cake that Sato had baked (which was beautifully spongy and amazingly sweet) was on the countertop, only a few slices left since you and the other girls had graciously helped yourself to some. On the tables were someone’s textbooks. It was probably Sero and Kirishima’s — you saw the two studying (and chatting loudly) together earlier.

Honestly, it were the little things that made you feel safe again.

You curled up on the couch, turning on the lamp by the edge, and for a few minutes you had deliberated on which book to read.

On one hand, you could continue reading Crime and Punishment, a fantastic Dostoevsky classic, or you could finish off Olivie Blake’s Alone With You in The Ether. In the end, you decided to put the psychological crime novel aside and opted for the young adult fiction. Where you’re at in C&P right now is boring, what with the chapter centered around the insufferable Katerina Ivanovna. And, to be quite frank, where you’re at mentally isn’t capable of reading through Ivanovna’s self-wallowing dialogue at the moment.

You don’t know how much time has passed, but you were pretty invested in the book, reading each line with a curious focus. You were now laying on your stomach, nose buried deep into the book as you kicked your feet and blushed and giggled to yourself. You were so immersed that you didn’t even notice that someone had come around.

In fact, you didn’t notice until you felt a dip on the couch, making you look up curiously. Your eyes locked with a pair of strikingly crimson orbs, which were weary and slightly hazy.

Bakugou looked extremely tired, wearing just a black tank that showed off his biceps, and some plaid pyjama pants. He was holding onto a half-empty glass. “What you reading, nerd?”

You smiled remembering the scene that you’re on, but your cheeks also simultaneously burned. Hopefully Bakugou would not be able to make that out right now, since the lamp only dimly lit the space. “It’s nothing.”

He raised his brow, but he was too tired to pry, concluding the end of their quiet chatter (if this even counts as one). Bakugou made no move to leave. He was just sitting there and staring off into the distance, not saying a word. You, still lying on your stomach facing the boy, would sometimes look up to see what he’s doing, but you were met with the same listless and unreadable expression on his face. He was so uncharacteristically quiet that you were convinced that he was asleep with his eyes wide open.

But you didn’t urge him to go back to his room to rest, nor did you ask why he was up in the first place. You didn’t want to prompt him to suddenly go away (knowing how easily his mood fluctuates). You enjoyed his company, and, as selfish as it was, you would hate it if he left.

He eventually stood up (abruptly, to say the least), leaving just as quietly as he arrived. Before you could even let the disappointment stir within you, he came back again having refilled his cup. He had brought you a glass too.

You gratefully took a few sips and placed the glass cup on the coffee table, mumbling a thank you, to which he just grunted.

Instead of lying back down on your stomach, you took a risk (Bakugou is a flight risk, honestly) and rested your head on the boy’s lap. You could feel him stiffen under you, and when you looked at him curiously, it was only a moment later before he allowed himself to relax again.

You smiled to yourself, only slightly, and began to read again.

“So something’s botherin’ you.”

You lifted your eyes to look at him again. He was looking at you, his eyes still swirling with fatigue, but his brows were creased in concern. “I don’t want to trouble you.”

His frown only deepened. “Too late, ‘cause shit’s already troublin’ me.” You didn’t respond; you don’t really want to get into it right now. He quickly sensed that you weren’t going to tell him anything, so he just let out a soft sigh. “Still haven’t told me what you’re reading.”

You showed him the cover of your book, and he tilted his head to read the title. “‘Alone With You in the Ether’? Sounds corny as shit.”

You furrowed your brows and pouted unhappily, making the boy avert his gaze elsewhere, fighting back the pink that was crawling up his neck. You're cute. “It’s romantic, but it’s also cynical, and the characters are just so miserable…” your lips curved into a smile. “They’re so cute together.”

“You’re just not right in the head.”

“Hey!”

“So then? If you like it, it must be good. Read me a passage, the one you’re at right now, read it.”

You opened your book once more. The book, you were holding it up over your face, was obstructing his view of you, so he looked back ahead. He was ready to listen, in fact, he was listening for something, but he could only feel you fidgeting on his lap. Moments passed with you trying to start, but growing shy and stopping, again and again. Finally having had enough, he looked down at you, quirking his brows for a second time upon seeing you hide your face behind the pages.

“I– I can’t read it…”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and grabbed the book from you, skimming through the two open pages. He felt his body grow hot reading the words, albeit in a blur. It didn’t click for him immediately what you were reading, but it was definitely a… a you know what passage.

And you got your damn head in his lap right now!!

“I-in my defense, okay, you caught me at a bad time! This is the only one– ugh! Olivie Blake writes it so romantically anyway, so what does it even matter!!” You were flustered beyond repair, and your friend being so obviously at a loss for words wasn’t making you feel any better. So you made a move to lift yourself off him, but Bakugou held your shoulder down. Instead, he reached over you and grabbed your blanket, placing it over your body.

“You’re gonna catch a damn cold. You’re always getting cold too, what are you doing not using your damn blanket properly? You wanna get sick? It’s like you wanna get sick!”

Seeing the boy trying to literally cover up for you, his neck, ears and face coated in a furious blush, it made you want to laugh. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t have realised that he was just trying to divert his attention, trying to keep the flow going. You smiled up at him, thankful, and continued to read.

From then on, neither of you exchange another word. He was tired, and he’s never usually up at this hour. He only woke up from his sleep because he suddenly needed to pee, and then he suddenly really needed a drink. It felt like the Sahara Desert in his damned throat. But then he saw you. You looked happy reading, but you were up at this hour, and he knows that that’s usually a tell that you were distressed.

He felt the sleep starting to overcome him again. He was absentmindedly running his hand through your soft hair (he doesn’t even know when he started doing this), and his arm was propped up on the couch in a relaxed manner.

Other than you sometimes squealing or gasping (he found it endearing, extremely endearing), it was completely silent. Before he knew it, he fell asleep in that same position, his hand still entangled between your locks.

You were also feeling calm and relaxed, especially under Bakugou’s surprisingly soft touch. Just being in his presence, you felt healed again. It was weird; in the past, you never thought that he would have this effect on you, but here you are now, quickly falling asleep because of his presence, even though sleep was hard to catch for the past few hours.

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Bakugou was the first to wake. When he lifted his head (slowly), he immediately registered a dull ache in his neck. He was blinking his eyes, gradually getting used to the morning light that now filled the common area.

He looked around precariously. The TV was on. Sitting somewhere else on the couch, some distance away, were Tokoyami and Mineta. There were also some of his classmates having breakfast in the kitchen. It’s probably somewhere between 7 or 8 right now.

When he looked back down and saw that you were still sleeping, he felt his muscles relax again. You had curled up into him sometime in the night, your fingers loosely holding onto his shirt.

It might be the fact that he’s too sleepy right now to fight back the smile muscles, but he couldn’t help the upward turn of his lips as he gazed at you with the fondest of fond expressions. He gently brushed your hair away, admiring your pretty, resting face.

But of course, the moment’s too good to last. Too good when the other extras are around, at least.

“HE’S AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!!!!!!!”

An irk mark appeared on Bakugou’s forehead just hearing the grapehead’s irritating screech.

“HOW DARE YOU, BAKUGOU, HAVE A MIDNIGHT RENDEZVOUS WITH (Y/N)?! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THE SACRED BODY OF (Y/N)!!!”

“Shut the fuck up, I didn’t do nothin’.”

“BAKUGOU’S AWAKE??” Pinky immediately came to the scene of the crime with a sly, sly, sly smirk on her face. She is too damn energetic for this hour, and Bakugou just pinched the bridge of his nose (which, now he realises slightly carries the scent of your shampoo). “WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU TWO????! TELL ME, TELL ME!!!”

“The nerd was reading some stupid novel.”

The others were also curious about the situation and started to crowd around the couch. They did (more or less) wake up to Bakugou and you sleeping together on the couch. How could they NOT be nosy, curious, and most of all, invested??

All this attention just irritated the ash blonde though. “Everyone shut up, she’s still sleeping!”

Mina cooed. “Awww, he cares so much for (y/n)!”

“I FOR ONE BE–”

“Shut the fuck up before I make you all shut the fuck up!!” he growled, lifting his hand menacingly. Sparks were coming out of his hand. It did work on scaring most of them, but Mina and Mineta were much too nosy to be threatened away.

The two were about to continue teasing Bakugou, but he felt you slightly stir, and this made his eyes widen in panic. He brought his hand back down to gently pat your head, all while glaring menacingly at Pinky and Grapehead, and oh, would you look at that, the rest of the Bakusquad were here too, looking at him with the same stupid ooh-la-laa expressions on their stupid faces.

One more word and I’ll kill you.

“The affectionate petting is really undercutting your tone bro.” (Kirishima was the only one brave enough to point this out).

“I fuckin’ know! Now scram, the nerd’s still sleepin’ so quit botherin’ us!!”

They eventually cleared because they adore you enough. Mina made a big deal out of it though, booing and showing him not one, but two thumbs down. Sero joined in, doing a i’m watching you gesture with his fingers.

Unluckily (or luckily…?) for Bakugou though, he was stuck in that same position for the next hour. Honestly, he could care less. All that mattered was that you were resting up and feeling safe, because it’s what you deserve.

He’ll deal with the achy muscles some other time (and maybe he’ll just make you pay for it).

en's chitter-chatter: thanks so much if you made it this far! writing really does get my mind off things, so if this had helped anyone get their minds off things too, that would make me really happy! >//< also, i just want to share the books i've mentioned so far!

Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoevsky) is a russian classic. it's a really good read on destitution, poverty, and the degradation of morality/sanity that the main character (Raskolnikov) experiences in the face of it.

Alone With You in the Ether (Olivie Blake) is a young adult fiction about the unconventional romance between Aldo, a PhD student fascinated by time, and Regan, a counterfeit artist. it's a really short read, and the way the words and dialogue flows is poetic. i really do recommend it! in fact, i can't recommend it enough! ^0^

finally, i'm not sure if anyone caught this, but All the Lovers in the Night is a novel by Mieko Kawakami! it's a japanese contemporary that follows the life of a lonely Fuyuko Irie, who has no one, and quietly grapples with the sudden realisation that she is, in fact, not okay with the absence of human company.

final note: i have a little Uncle!Aizawa thing in my drafts, but (to be truthfully) it stems from a bigger private piece that i’ve got going on. writing about Uncle Aizawa has been very enjoyable; it’s cute and personally makes me smile. i do want to post it, but my aizawa in my universe has a bit of an extra backstory. the family of the main character (aizawa’s niece) is well fleshed out, but i feel that aizawa’s character and backstory would be too OOC to be standalone fics ^^’’ anyways… if you guys are A-OK with a slightly different take on aizawa, i would be more than happy to share it!

until then, that’s all for now! please take care, stay hydrated, and remember to eat well <3

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biancadjarin · 11 months

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Looked up at me

with honor and truth

pairing: knight!eddie x princess!reader

18+! Smut and adult language.

a/n: I started reading @allthingsjoeq ‘s knight!eddie story and my mind immediately took a turn down a horny side street. Art by @mcbeanzontoast 🗡️

As you and your royal escort reach the end of a particularly long stretch of forest, the soft sound of lapping water tickles your ears. The setting Sun has casted a coral pink hue over the cloudless sky and the moon is starting to become visible.

“I think we should set up here for the night, trying to keep you alive all day is exhausting.” Eddie mumbles at you curtly. He begins to lay out a blanket and drop his satchel and sword on it, spreading out to take a sip of water from his canteen. You watch as a drop misses his lips and trails down his chin onto his shiny chainmail. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and tosses the canteen, laying back onto the soft blanket and with a content sigh.

As the sky turns darker, the ombré of colors fading from pink to purple to blue, stars beginning to twinkle in the distance. A soft breeze blows your hair around your shoulders, the first breeze you’ve felt after a long, hot day. You’re feeling sticky and uncomfortable, wanting to bathe before you retire for the night.

While Eddie rests his eyes you wander off toward the water you heard earlier. Not having to walk far before you come to a small ravine, a jagged short cliff above it pouring water into the mouth of the stream. The winding crystal clear, blue water stretches far past your line of sight, tall trees lining each side. You see a deer in the distance lapping a drink out of it’s edge. You bend down and touch the water and it’s a comfortable warm temperature. You head back to your makeshift camp and grab your things for your bath.

Eddie opens his eyes at the sound of a crow cawing in the distance. He looks around and his heart starts beating faster when he doesn’t see any sign of you. The looming threat of being beheaded nags at him as he starts to panic. He shimmies off his heavy armor and grabs his sword as he begins to search for you.

You’re sitting waist deep in the little river holding your apothecary jar of rose scented oils. The soft lapping around your hips and splashing spray against your back has you feeling relaxed. The early night sky smiles down on you, the full moon casting an ethereal glow over your naked body. You close your eyes and breath in the sweet scent of your oils as you rub them all over your body.

Eddie stumbles out of the trees and finally his heart rate steadies when he sees you. Until he sees your nude breasts and his heart starts hammering twice as fast. His round doe eyes grow wider and you squint your eyes when you see his silhouette.

“Uhhh..” he turns his back to you “Forgive me, princess. I got worried.” You giggle at his sudden manners. And his boyish shyness. “Tis not safe for you to be out here alone.” He chastises.

“But I needed to bathe Sir Edward.” “And you couldn’t wait until the morning?” He asks with his back still to you. “I like to bathe under the moon. Mother always says the most beautiful creatures come out at night.” Eddie shakes his head at your lighthearted tone. “I usually have Rosalind or one of my ladies in waiting help me. But since you’re all that’s here, you’ll do.”

Eddie peeks over his shoulder with raised brows and you smile at him, finger beckoning him to you. He walks towards you, bare feet crunching the grass beneath them. “Princess I don’t think it would be appropriate…” You shush him and toss the sea sponge at him. It lands in his hands with a wet plop.

Eddie takes a deep breath, he’s never seen someone so beautiful. You look like one of the mermaids or sirens he’s read about in his fantasy novels. The moon and stars are sparkling against the water that surrounds you and reflects in your eyes. He wades into the water and walks up to you with a grin that’s impossible for him to hide.

You wordlessly hand him the small glass bottle as you watch his eyes trail over your body. He pours the thick oil onto the sponge and begins to rub your shoulders with it respectfully. Of course you’re capable of washing yourself. Did a pretty good job of it before Eddie showed up. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. You feel your head lull back and let the waterfall cascade over your hair and shoulders. Your chest heaves up towards Eddie’s face and he forgets about the sponge, dropping it and using his hands to massage the oil into your breasts. A few rose petals cling to your skin as his fingertips squeeze the soft flesh. His thumbs settle over the perked curve of your nipples, teasing and tweaking them.

You moan as you feel his hands trail down your sides with a featherlight touch, caressing and squeezing every inch of you like he’s committing it to memory.

“Sir Edward?” He hums in acknowledgment as you pull his attention away from your curves. “When was the last time you had a bath?” You ask knowing full well most knights only bathe once a week, even royal ones. He looks up at you with a devilish grin, knowing where you’re going with this question.

He pulls off his thin cloth top and tosses it into the grass. He is toned and tanned, the body of a man who grew up doing farm labor and then began training and fighting with the royal guard when he hit maturity. The smooth planes of his chest lead to a softly toned stomach, the taut skin pulled over his flexing muscles. He looks down at his pants and hesitates for a moment. “Princess, I don’t want to offend you. But my body has a mind of it’s own. And I’ve had this” he grabs at the bulge in his crotch, “since I first saw you naked.”

You softly swat his hand away and pull his pants fully off, throwing them toward his shirt. His hardened length slaps up against his lower stomach and you bite your lip. His eyes are worried as they wait for your reaction, his cheeks tinted the same soft shade of pink as the head of his cock. Your warm, soapy fingers trail down his chest and stomach and grasp his length, you curl your fingers and begin to pump him.

“Fuck, prin-princess.” His voice strains. His eyes squeeze shut as he focuses on not cumming immediately. Your free hand gets lost in his curls, nails scratching at the base of his skull making him preen and purr like a kitten. You place a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, his soft lips parting and chasing after yours.

You moan into his kiss while his hands pull your waist towards his, his strong hands squeezing your hips and ass. You feel the waterfall around you as he pushes you behind it, your bodies hidden behind the curtain of water.

“I could be killed for doing this.” He smiles against your lips. “If you want to stop?” You suggest. He laughs, “I’d rather die than stop.” His hand slips down between your wet bodies and settles between your thighs, where you’re wettest. Your forehead rests on his shoulder as his fingers slip around your folds and begin to circle around your delicate nub. The splashing sounds muffle your cries of pleasure.

Eddie’s mind is racing with thoughts. The feeling of your tight heat around his fingers, your soft body pressed against his, your breasts pressed up against his chest so close he can feel your heartbeat. He hasn’t bedded a maiden in a fortnight, being busy with his knight duties. But the maidens he’s used to are a pale comparison to you. Especially your lack of body hair. Only royalty can afford hair removal.

“Want you to take me Eddie. Deflower me.” You moan into his ear. He shakes his head, “Princess you know I can’t do that. Your husband must deflower you.” He whines. “I don’t care. I want you. Only you.” You say as you lean against the smooth, curved rock and wrap your thighs around his hips. You guide the long, curved length of him into your heat and you both shudder at the slight resistance.

Eddie holds you close as he rocks his hips gently, easing in inch by inch, feeling your tight spongey walls hug his cock like you were made for him. He kisses your neck as you whimper softly, pleasure taking over the stretching feeling. Eddie bottoms out and holds there for a moment, his balls pulsing against your asscheeks. He sets a fast pace as your walls pull him in with every grind of your hips. Every delicious ridge of him hitting all the spots deep within you that you never knew were there, his fingertips dig bruises into your waist while he holds you in place.

His grunts and moans sound like the wolf that almost killed you earlier and you smile as you watch him lose control. Your brave, daring knight, protective and kind, even behind the veil of indignant indifference he’s been showing you all day. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth as your legs start to shake around his waist, the force of your orgasm hitting you suddenly. You squeeze his cock tightly with each roll of your hips as you ride out your high and his movements become sloppy until he presses his hips flush to yours. You feel his hot seed shoot deep inside you and you hope he plants a beautiful flower there. He looks up at you through his wet bangs and smiles, the first real showing of emotion he’s shown you all day.

🗡️

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#knight!eddie #knight!eddiemunson #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #Eddie x princess!reader #fantasy Eddie munson

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hayakawalove · 4 months

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A Man In Love

A/N: I wrote a version of how Suguru shows his love as well, that one was called "Love". This one will be about Gojo! I can't get enough of poly satosugu. It's just the best to me.

Summary: Satoru Gojo wants to love and to be loved. It's a good thing he has you and Suguru.

TW: Fem reader, a couple of dirty jokes

W/C: 2,873

Golden rays pour in through the parted blinds, heating up a sliver of Satoru’s exposed tummy. He had been awake for the past hour, but he dreaded the idea of leaving the warmth of your shared bed. If he cracked his eyes open he could see his two lovers tangled together, limbs crossing over limbs. Your light snores filled the room, making Satoru’s lips split into a soft grin. He teased that you sounded like an old man when you slept, your snores could wake the whole neighborhood!

He actually loved the sound though. It reminded him that you were here, right beside him.

Satoru carefully pulls himself from the sheets, being attentive to not wake you or Suguru. Both of you had a late night, not that that was anything new. You two were night owls compared to Satoru. He much preferred to get an early start to his day while both of you could stay up all night if given the chance. He stretches his long arms above his head, his shirt riding up slightly. There was a list of things he wanted to get done before waking the two of you, so he better get started.

He exits the bedroom and strides into the living room, noticing the remnants of your love strewn across the room. A blanket Suguru had gotten you tossed haphazardly across the couch, candy that Satoru had gotten Suguru lay on the coffee table, and pants you ordered Satoru sat folded on the bar. He was sure Suguru folded them, he was like that.

Satoru pads around sleepily, getting dishes out of the way first. He moves around the kitchen doing a multitude of tasks, feeling energy begin to spread across his body. He was super excited for the day he had planned ahead of you three. No one would be caught up in work so it was perfect. He could hardly contain the excitement, images of your and Suguru’s happy faces filling his brain. Satoru briefly cleans the coffee maker and remembers how you refused to let him indulge in it.

Coffee? Satoru, we don’t need you caffeinated, that would be a nightmare.

He supposed you were right, not that he needed it today.

After getting all tasks out of the way he crept back into the room and saw you and Suguru cuddled in together. You pressed yourself against his torso, his strong arm wrapped around you.

“Come on sleepy heads.” Satoru tries to keep his voice soft.

Suguru’s brows furrow, tugging you closer to his body. You turn your head and bury it into Suguru’s chest, trying to block out Satoru.

“I know you guys are up.” Satoru murmurs and walks over to the edge of the bed, reaching out to grab your foot.

You inhale sharply, yanking your foot up, tucking it against you.

“Keep your cold grubby paws to yourself.” You mumble against Suguru.

Satoru thinks he catches a glint of a smile on Suguru.

Had Suguru always been so ethereal? Of course he had. Satoru was just amazed by it every single time.

“How mean!” Satoru sighs loudly, and flops onto the bed.

He wriggles his way up in between you two, forcing himself in.

“And on our anniversary too, no less.”

Not even a second later you're scrambling away, reaching for your phone to check the date. Satoru looks up at Suguru and sees his lids open slightly, a peek of caramel gracing Satoru.

Satoru looks micheviously at the other man, waiting for your reaction.

“It’s not our anniversary!” You groan, falling back into bed.

“Is too! Anniversary of our first date.” Satoru snides back, and wraps his arms around Suguru.

Suguru breathes through his nose and closes his eyes again, a finger strumming against Satoru’s arm. He was used to his antics by now, and knew the one thing Satoru craved was a reaction. He refused to give in that easily.

You murmur under your breath while wiping the tiredness from your eyes. Satoru soaks up the feeling of contentment seeping in the air.

There was nowhere he’d rather be than right here in this bed with you.

“Plus I have a day planned. So you need to get up and get ready to go, I’ll time you.”

“Satoru.” Suguru chides.

You slide back down and reach a hand up across Satoru, patting around until you reach Suguru’s mouth. You keep it clamped over him while situating yourself.

“Don’t talk to him, maybe he’ll leave us alone if we pretend we're asleep.”

Satoru clicks his tongue and jostles you.

“Come on! I promise it’ll be fun!” He rolls away from Suguru and crawls on top of you, pressing kisses against your neck.

You try to shove him back unsuccessfully, wanting sweet sleep to over take you once more. Suguru slides out of the bed once he realizes Satoru won’t let up. He stretches and watches Satoru’s onslaught against you, sleepy gaze trained on you two.

You eventually start to giggle underneath Satoru.

His heart may burst if you laugh like that.

You never could resist him. Suguru reaches out and grabs the back of Satoru’s shirt.

“Come on, we might as well entertain him for a little bit.”

It takes you both far too long to get ready, Satoru decides. He’s about to crawl out of his skin at your slow pace. You and Suguru move in sync getting ready for the day. Satoru can hardly keep his hands to himself, the peak of it showing through once he offered to help you shower. You slammed the door in his face, leaving him to pout.

Once you finish showering, without his help, you exit the bathroom with hints of your soap filling the air.

Satoru watches you, with his brain fogging up.

Fuck, he loves you two.

And he knows you both love him as well. Your love never failing to strike him. There was never a time in his life when he felt such love from other people. Admired, sure, but never love.

There were many things about him that changed once you came into his life. For instance, Satoru had never been so selfish before, not until you. Now he found himself wanting more, all the time, unabashedly. Maybe that was something he liked about you two. You allowed him to want. He was never granted that privilege before. Then again there were many things he liked about you.

Satoru knew for a fact that there were less stars in the sky than things he liked about you.

He liked how Suguru’s hair hung in curtains around his broad shoulders.

He liked how your eyebrows shot up everytime he spoke.

He liked how Suguru had endless bouts of love.

He liked how your fingers tugged his a little tighter when the world outside was silent and no one existed but you three.

Warmth drips from his fingertips, if he had the option he would never let go of either of you.

Funny, that was. Satoru didn’t remember being filled with such warmth before you and Suguru. Had he just been an iceberg floating through life before you?

Satoru looks up and catches your eyes, watching a small smile grace your lips. The sight sent his mind reeling.

Did you know how deep his fingers were dug into you now that he had you? Did you know not even the gods would be able to keep him away from you two?

He watches the way you and Suguru weave between each other, getting ready for the day.

How mundane.

He’s amazed at how you love him in the mundanity of life.

So many people want him for things. And he gets it, he really does. He has a role to play. He enjoys helping. But he wants to be loved without being needed.

Love me when I have nothing to offer. Love me despite it.

Love me when I bring nothing to the table besides a gaping wound in my chest, my heart in my hands, trembling and tender for you.

“Ready, handsome?” Suguru asks, a finger underneath Satoru’s chin, tilting his head up.

Satoru blinks several times, snapping out of his amatory thoughts.

“Huh?” He whispers.

“You forgot already?” You say.

Satoru clears his throat and stands up, taking you two in.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

“How could I forget!”

Satoru grabs onto you both, dragging you outside.

“What’re we doing today?” You ask from the front seat in the car.

Suguru’s always the designated driver, his hand resting against the wheel while his other strums against your thigh.

Satoru shuffles in the back seat, peeking his face in between you two.

“We’re going to the mall today! I’m gonna spoil you both, so buy whatever you want.” He grins.

“We got ourselves a sugar daddy don’t we Suguru?” You turn your head, looking at Suguru.

“It appears so.” He says with a smile.

His face was set in a serene look, the idea of spending the day with you both making his heart soar.

“Aw, you wanna call me daddy?” Satoru teases, reaching his hand forward to pinch your cheeks.

You swat him away while his laughter fills the car.

“There’s no room back here!” He pouts and gives up, leaning back.

His long legs try to spread out only to be blocked by the seats.

“Poor baby. Maybe you can buy us a bigger car?” Your eyes flick up to meet his in the rear view mirror.

“Careful darling, maybe I will.”

His eyes wrinkle in amusement, a rush of heat spreading through your cheeks. You tear your eyes away and look out the window.

“We could just strap you to the roof of the car and call it good.” You say, although your words have no mirth.

“People would think I’m being kidnapped!”

“Who would kidnap you?” Suguru teases, a hearty laugh falling past his lips.

The mall comes into view shortly after, you and Satoru continuing to tease each other the whole time. He stands in between you both so he can hold both your hands, swinging them back and forth. Satoru decides it’s your turn first, dragging you to the nearest clothing store.

Suguru and you take your time striding through the store while Satoru seems to make a beeline to the dresses. The idea of buying you something and seeing your smile from it made his heart strum in his ears.

How grateful he felt to be able to spoil you.

Once you and Suguru catch up to him, you idly flip through dresses, not finding anything particularly good.

Suguru watches you point out several and nods, making idle comments. Satoru pulls a dress from the rack and holds it up, showing you.

“You should get this! White, to show how pure you are.”

He holds up a velvet white dress, his eyes bright.

Suguru snickers beside you, pushing dresses aside to find something.

“Good one Satoru.”

Satoru clears his throat. Suguru had no idea the effect he had on him. Satoru loved the way his name tasted on Suguru’s lips. It always sounded a little more sweet when he was the one saying it.

You're at a loss for words, eyes widening. You grab the dress away from Satoru.

“You just want me to wear this cause it matches your hair!” You accuse.

Satoru smiles and leans against the rack. You roll your eyes.

“What about this one?” Suguru asks, pulling out a dark purple dress.

It’s mid thigh length, with a cinched waist. It looked perfect.

“Oh that looks so cute Suguru, how much is it?” You ask and reach for the tag.

“Don’t worry about it!” Satoru interrupts, plucking the dress from Suguru’s hands.

You bite your cheek and follow him to the check out line, watching as he hums to himself. Early on in your relationship you learned to never question his spending habits. Everytime you told him he didn’t have to spend money on you, he’d laugh and brush you off.

“Will this be all sir?” The worker asks, scanning your dress.

“Yeah!” Satoru responds happily, fishing out his credit card and passing it over.

“That’ll be 5050.”

“$50.50? That seems a bit expensive. Or is it? I guess I’m not sure.” You murmur to yourself.

“My bad, I should have said it better. $5,050.” She exclaims.

“Huh?!” You squeak out, lurching forward.

Satoru slides behind you, throwing his arms over your shoulders to pull you back against his toned chest.

“Hush now bunny, you’ll make a scene.” He cooes at you, waiting for the worker to insert his card.

“As if you care about making scenes.” Suguru says incredulously.

“Why didn’t you say anything Suguru? I'm sure you saw how expensive it was!” You fumble.

Suguru turns his head and looks away, purposefully not making eye contact.

He enjoyed spoiling you too, you know.

Satoru hears you grumble to yourself while you look around the store, noticing details you hadn’t picked up on initially. There was a crystal chandelier, sleek floors, and expensive brand names plastered on the walls. You must’ve been too distracted if you were only noticing now. How cute.

Satoru’s cotton lashes flutter down, taking your beauty in as you gaze around.

He could stare at you all day if you let him.

“Alright, next up Suguru!” Satoru cheers, grabbing the bag and heading towards the door.

“He’s out of his mind, he must be.”

Suguru links hands with you and pulls you out.

“Yes he is.” Suguru agrees.

You all debate over where to go for Suguru, but ultimately decide on a jewelry store. The two men lag behind, taking their time.

Satoru watches you stroll through the store, noticing how you linger by the wedding rings.

Soon, soon.

He and Suguru had already known they would marry you a month into you joining their couple. They just wanted to wait a bit longer, not wanting to jump the gun. He notices how your eyes look curiously at the ornate jewelry, wondering what thoughts were going on in that pretty head of yours.

You had nothing to fret over, he would buy you the perfect ring. And if you didn’t like it, he would buy you ten others. And if those didn’t suit your taste either, he would buy the whole damn store. Money wasn’t a concern when it came to you. It never was.

“Hey Suguru, maybe we can get some new jewelry for your belly or your n-“ Satoru teases.

Suguru shoves a hand up to cover his mouth, not allowing him to continue.

“This isn’t that kind of store!” Suguru flusters.

“It could be, maybe they have a special glass case for that.”

You stop in front of the necklace section.

“Satoru!” Suguru begins to lecture.

“Excuse me, can we see this one?” You ask the attendant.

He nods and slides the case open, pulling out a delicate silver chain. You turn around and motion for Suguru to come over.

“Bend over.” You ask and grab the chain.

Satoru snickers causing you to glare at him. Suguru bends over beside you in front of a mirror, lowering himself enough for you to reach around his neck.

“What do you think?” You ask, making eye contact through the mirror.

“It looks really nice.” Suguru says softly, slightly taken aback by how much he likes it.

Satoru knew Suguru never really cared for jewelry before, but if you insisted on it, Satoru knew Suguru’s resolve would crumble. You had that effect.

Did you know just how tight you held their chains? That one word from you would have them falling to their knees?

Oftentimes Satoru wondered if you invented love. There was no other explanation.

“We’ll take it!” Satoru says, talking to the worker.

“I don’t even wanna know how much it is.” Suguru sighs out, watching Satoru happily pay for it.

The drive home was much more calm, Satoru’s antsy energy from earlier seemingly contained now that he got it out of his system.

Satoru sat behind Suguru on the bed, thumbing over the clasp on the necklace.

“Why do they make these things so small?!” Satoru complains.

You stand in front of them, admiring your new, expensive, dress.

Satoru grumbles out loudly.

“Scooch.” You murmur, sliding behind Suguru.

Satoru stubbornly allows you to take over, watching your fingers grasp on.

Soft fingers graze over Suguru’s exposed neck, if Satoru looks closely enough he could see a thin trail of goosebumps break out over Suguru’s neck.

He finds himself jealous at the gesture.

Touch me too.

“Needs the nimble fingers of femininity.” You tease.

“What would you oafs do without me?”

Don’t even say that, Satoru had no clue what he would do without you.

The necklace easily latches on, a sight Satoru complains about.

“Thank you for today Satoru.” You say, planting a light kiss on his lips.

More, more, more.

Satoru was like a man starved, craving your touch.

“Of course.” Satoru’s face melts into pure joy.

Suguru slides his hand around the back of Satoru’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Thank you.” He breathes.

Not even the gods could take you away.

#my writing #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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pukicho · 2 years

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This true?

Its insane to me how a narrative like this can just appear out of thin air without any source or context. No, I didn’t storm off ifunny, it’s fucking ifunny. I’m not sure I ever made an account on there, let alone stormed off the app grumpily because people didn’t wike me 🥺

In the like 3+ years I’ve been making silly posts I’ll occasionally get an ask saying “you’ve been featured on ifunny” and then I check it out in order to see what post got popular. The craziest part about it all was how ifunny reacted to seeing the same dude pop up on their feature-thing all the time. At first they were like “haha this dude rocks” but then after seeing me one-too many times they started called me unfunny, called me a buncha slurs and stuff, even some lukewarm death threats tossed into the ether. But as my posts continued to linger on their platform for longer and longer - and like most photo-aggregate websites, I tend stick around whether I’m actively there or not - now I’m prevalent enough for ifunnians to form full-on opinions towards me, some good, some bad and ofc, those who just don’t give a shit. And much like the fella up there who’s speculating about me in 2022 going on 23, I obviously don’t need to be there in order for me to stay in their collective consciousness, its fucking ifunny.

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eldritch-spouse · 16 days

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Every now and then I’m reminded of the fact that you once referred to vesper “boo boo the sex fool” and I die laughing how would vesper react to his partner having him saved in their phone as that or if they just outright called him it? I’m imagining calling him it during fun times and him ether ignoring it or just laughing

[I think it was Boo Boo the Fuck Fool, actually. I think that started when I was first sketching him, and he kind of looked like a fluffy clown. But I started digging how silly he was getting. He's also commonly called Vespacito.]

He might not see it on your phone immediately. Or assume that it's one of your booty calls, because he too likes to give his friends and bedpets different nicknames. Santi is marked down as Hotpocket, so there's that.

If you call Vesper Boo Boo the Fuck Fool while you're mid-coitus, he has to halt entirely to process what you just said. He has to look down just to confirm that this isn't some fetish terminology he's unaware of, and then, suddenly, he laughs so hard you're probably vibrating from how loud the sound is.

That's amazing. That's- Where did you get that?? The sex has been successfully halted, he's going to need a minute or two to laugh it out. And probably an eternity to come up with something half as funny he can toss at you.

If Lacai or any of the other servants happen to hear this, then that's all Vesper will be called behind his back.

He's not even mad.

#Vesper oc

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itsmeatballworld · 1 year

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| just a dream |

summary | Bucky and reader are neighbors in Brooklyn. When reader has a spicy dream about the broody man, it sets off a series of events that ignites something in both of them.

pairing | bucky barnes x f!reader

wc | 6k [pls I got carried away]

warnings | smut & fluff babes so 18+ ONLY. Cursing, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, p in v (no condom mentioned but pls wrap it up irl), lots of praise kink, handjob, cock warming (if you squint). If a one-shot could be a slow-burn romance, here it is.

a/n | set during tfatws. I posted this on my ao3 account originally, so here it is on my tumblr account!

Minors DNI, 18+ ONLY [again, 18+ only] Minors, Do Not Interact.

dividers by @/firefly-graphics

The shimmer of moonlight illuminated the small space in an ethereal glow. Below the bedroom window, a messy bed was littered with pillows. Pictures hung on the walls to hide imperfections laced throughout the simple paint color.

And you were standing among the wreckage of clothes stripped off your body one piece at a time.

Your hand played with the fabric of your panties, watching the tall masculine figure waiting in the darkness for your next move.

You flicked your tongue. “Your turn. Jeans first.”

On command, a pair of jeans landed at your feet as proof of his contribution to the clothing pile.

“Now the shirt,” you said. A hum escaped your lips as you unhooked your bra. You waited until his shirt, now crumpled in a ball, fell to the floor.

He was nearby, hidden by the darkest part of the room where moonlight failed to highlight his handsome features.

“Lie back,” his sultry voice demanded.

Bare legs brushed the edge of your bed as you pout your lips. “What’s in it for me, Sergeant?”

He stepped closer to your scantily dressed body, as only your underwear remained. “Lie back and find out.”

A grin plays at your lips before you tossed yourself down, burying yourself in the silky sheets.

Through the dark, it was hard to see him but it was clear he had you in a trance.

The bed creaked under his weight as he moved closer. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” you mewled, nearly squirming from the never-ending tightness in your lower belly.

You needed him. Wanted him.

Callous hands gripped your ankles. “Can I taste you?”

Your breathy voice sputtered out ‘yes’.

Instantly, his head lowered into the only sliver of moonlight over the bed. His blue eyes were the first thing you always were drawn to. Bright and clear like the sky on a spring morning. But woven throughout were waves of steel, silver, like a shadow trying to dull his brightness. Chiseled jaw with stubble. Short brown hair that clipped perfectly around his face.

“Bucky!” Bucky Barnes, your neighbor who just moved into the complex, was the only person you wanted in this world.

Those blue eyes drop to your body.

“Bucky.”

Fingers trailed up to the band of your panties and within seconds they were gone. “Impatient as always,” his sweet laugh seemed to take on a hint of something hot, something feral.

“Mhm.”

His head dipped between your legs. “Baby,” Bucky gripped your thighs as his tongue slid across the softest, most inner part of your skin. “I’m gonna make you feel good. Just like that,” he coaxed as your knees spread to allow him complete access.

“That’s my girl.”

Your head dropped back against the bed at the sheer sound of his raspy, honey dipped voice – You snapped your eyes open.

Sweat pooled at the back of your neck. Sheets tangled between your legs, twisting around into a woven knot. Your hands fell to the thumping rhythm in your chest.

“Fuck, fuck…” you cursed between pants of air. Like the world was crashing down on your chest, you couldn't breathe.

Bucky. Bucky. It felt so real. His skin on yours. His touch. His tongue. “What the fuck?”

Bucky Barnes, your neighbor, who you talk to in passing since he moved in. He was very attractive, you couldn’t deny that. And now you’re having sex dreams about him.

He was quiet and removed, most likely because of who he used to be: the Winter Soldier.

People whispered about him in the complex, sharing secrets on the elevator. I heard he’s killed thousands of people. I heard he worked for Hydra and is still working for them.

You ignored their stupid comments, knowing damn well he wasn’t the Winter Soldier anymore. When those blue eyes looked at you it was clear that he was a wounded shell of a man trying to find himself in a new world, not some soulless machine.

And those vibrant eyes carried into your dream. A dream that felt too real.

You wobbled off the bed, which was easy considering you were inches from falling. Padding to the bathroom you jumped into a luke-warm shower. The more you scrubbed and washed the thoughts away the more you could feel him on your skin. Under your skin. In every inch of your mind.

He was like a drug, lingering in your system. A drug you didn’t expect to be so potent. It’s just Bucky. He’s just some guy you met from across the hall. He’s a nice guy.

Maybe it was because you helped him not too long ago when he moved in as a “welcome to the neighborhood” greeting. Since then, you both have done little things for each other.

For one, you brought him muffins because he’d mention quickly how he likes blueberry sweets. It was a simple thing that offered no reciprocation. But then, he brought you a bunch of Japanese sweets that were out of this world amazing. And the little things kept on happening. Now, you chat in the halls and you look forward to it everyday.

Shit, maybe you were kind of crushing on Bucky Barnes.

“UGH!” a frustrated yelp escaped your lips. The tile wall became a post to rest your wildly spinning head.

No, this dream – these feelings – they were all just in your mind. Right?

He replayed the scene in his mind. Over and over, he circled back through the hazy nightmare. Blood. Bullets. Knives. He killed people, he knew it was him in those memories. It was his finger pulling the trigger, and yet it was like someone else did it.

It wasn’t really him. It was what they made him to be. A monster.

“—still having nightmares?”

The question cut through his dissociative moment, but like a statue he kept still. His eyes focused on the corner where the tile met the molding.

“James,” the woman pestered, “I asked you a question. Are you still having nightmares?”

“No.” Bucky Barnes tipped his head back, staring up at the blank white ceiling above him.

“James. I can’t help if you’re not being truthful with me.”

He didn’t respond. He knew there wasn’t any way he’d get out of these mandatory therapy sessions. The longer he sat here, the less sanity Bucky could maintain.

“Okay,” his therapist sighed wistfully, “no nightmares?” Her eyes burned into him. “Fine. Then let’s move on. Have you talked to anyone recently? Sam? That neighbor across the hall?”

His eyes snapped towards the mid-aged woman. “My neighbor?”

“Now don’t play dumb.”

“I’m not—”

“The neighbor who helped you.” He stared blankly at the therapist. She sighed, scribbling something in her notebook. “She fixed your radio—”

“Gramophone.”

Her pen moved as her eyes circled him, curiously. “A what?”

“You know, a gramophone. A record player.”

The woman hummed and Bucky clenched his fist. He started to silently plot how he could escape the questions he was currently under fire for. He didn't want to talk about the nicest woman from across the hall. The kindest stranger with the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. He’d like to keep it to himself.

“Well. This woman who fixed your gramophone is the same woman you mentioned,” she scanned the paper before wildly circling something, “knocking at your door with…muffins.”

He paused, contemplating her words. He’d be lying if he said he hasn't thought about his neighbor on more than a few occasions now.

On the elevator, he’d nod when she said ‘good morning’. Another time, she knocked to tell him about the roofing construction in the complex that would start early in the morning. It was sweet of her to tell him, but Bucky never had the nerve to say he never slept so the noise never bothers him.

She’s the one with the sweetest smile and pleasant conversation. He couldn't help but like her a bit more each day they interacted. Just last week, he walked with her up to their complex from the street.

Although Bucky told that to his therapist, what he didn't say was how he knocked on her door with homemade dorayaki. It was a gift from his friend Yori but he wanted to share something sweet with the kindest woman he knows.

But none of that would leave the confines of his mind. Instead, a snide smile seemed to match his tone. Bucky sighed, “boy did I say all that?”

“James.”

“Doc.”

She groaned, clicking the pen again. The look on her face was something Bucky was used to now. The woeful stares and patronizing expression were a part of coming back from being the monster they made him into. The weapon of a man Hydra used at their disposal until he was no longer necessary–until he wasn’t a puppet anymore.

“James, did you ever think of trying to make friends? It’s healthy to have people in your life.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, Bucky focused on his black leather gloved hands folded neatly in his lap. The only person he wants to talk to is his neighbor.

Maybe the doc was right. Maybe he should be friends with her.

“Look, why don’t we start fresh next session,” the therapist sighed as the notebook dropped onto the side table. “Hopefully you’ll be more open and honest.”

Bucky sighed, his tongue flicked over his teeth. “Sure, doc.”

The text message was very clear: be there in ten minutes. That was two hours ago. Either your date had a series of terrible events happen or he stood you up. You checked the clock again. 8:12pm.

It was dark outside now and you could barely see past the street lamps on either side of the road. Tonight was the first of many real dates in a long time. Whatever the reasoning, whether it was no guy was good enough or you were just too terrified to put yourself back out there, you agreed to go out with the guy from work. He seemed nice enough.

But your kindness was running short. He was late. Very, very late.

Now it’s 8:16pm.

Heels tapped impatiently as you sat in the lobby of your building.

“Miss?” A deep voice called out from across the room. The night concierge peered over the desk. Coffee in hand, he raised his mug. “Sure you don’t want some?”

“No, but thank you.” Your smile dipped. These past few hours you’ve been sitting downstairs with the sweetest concierge named Joe asking if you needed anything. He nearly handed off the homemade pupusas he had in his lunch bag after an hour of waiting.

You sighed, tapping the screen until you reread his message again. Ten minutes. You typed out a quick response, again, hoping he’d at least –

The screen flashed to a new text.

Your Date: Shit I forgot. Sorry. Rain check?

The screen went dark. Anger and sadness swirled through your body and there was no distinction between them. You were furious — and rightfully so. He forgot? He was acting as if he misplaced his car keys or left a sweatshirt at his friend's house.

You stood up, mind racing, blinded by swirling emotions and – something hard bumped into you. You stumbled, grasping at emptiness until a strong arm grabbed ahold of you.

“You okay?” Staring down at you, Bucky Barnes gawked.

Those steel eyes froze you. “I’m fine…”

He nodded, slowly helping you back up to your feet. You flattened your outfit into place as Bucky handed off your phone. “Thanks.”

“Miss,” Joe called out. “Any luck?” The concierge tapped at his wristwatch. “If he was my son, I’d yell at him for keeping you waiting.”

Bucky didn’t move from his spot near you.

“Um,” you cleared your throat. “He’s not coming.”

Joe slapped the desk, spinning in his chair. “Now that’s some grade A bullshit!”

“It’s fine. I’ve got a pint of chocolate ice cream in the freezer calling my name.” You turned slightly to Bucky, staring anywhere but his eyes. The same eyes you dreamt about the other night. So instead, you fixated on his hands. The same hands you fantasized about touching you. His chest. The same chiseled and bulky body you’ve caressed in your dream—

“Do you wanna go get some dinner?”

Your face scrunched in response. “What?”��

“I was just thinking about eating at this diner down the block.”

“With me? You want to go out to eat with... me?”

“I’m asking, aren't I?”

“You’re talkative tonight,” you chuckled.

There was a spark in those mysterious eyes. Maybe it was because he asked you out or maybe it was because you were actually going to say yes.

“I’d love to.”

One month later.

Bucky ducked down.

“Right there, no on the left–”

“My left?”

“Yes,” you laughed. He reached lower until you nodded with approval. You clasped your hands together as he brought the next round of vinyls over.

The small office in your apartment was converted into a book/music room where you housed everything in messy but surprisingly organized stacks. Rows and rows of bookshelves kept your things lined neat enough to tell the difference between albums and novels. A dresser sat across the shelves topped with the record player and lots of random things you owned. Opposite that was a small loveseat you dragged back to the apartment from a flea market.

It has been a month since your dinner dates started. Neither of you said they were real “dates”, but both of you secretly felt like it.

Every Friday night (and a few Saturdays too), Bucky knocks on your door and walks you to a restaurant. A cute little Italian bistro or a modern Thai restaurant in the midst of old school Brooklyn. Then, it was back to your place for music, movies, and pure enjoyment of another person’s company.

Each night has been more exciting than the last. And somehow in the midst of dinners and getting to know this solitary man, you felt it.

That spark.

It sounded stupid but it was real – that feeling you get when you fall in love. The butterflies and tingling when talking to him. The way he smiled made you melt. The goofy laughs and excited conversations about his obsessions. You were head-over-heels, mind numbingly in love, with Bucky Barnes.

And those feelings were getting harder to ignore.

“Listen to this one,” you dropped the record player’s arm down. “You’re gonna love it.”

A soft melody echoed through the space and he nodded his head in approval. “Told you. It's a good album.”

“Yeah, but I never heard of them.” He leaned against the dresser.

“Never?”

“No,” his eyes flickered from you to the album. The Bee Gees. His gloves were removed, piled on top of the mahogany colored wood. Stacks of vinyls towered over the old-school record player you owned.

“Here, this is one of my favorites.” You yanked a record out from the stack and handed it to Bucky. “Take it home with you, listen to it, then tell me what you think.”

His brows furrowed. “Why not now?”

“It’s getting late, I don't want to bore you all night.”

“You’d never bore me,” Bucky said as he twisted the record. “I like being with you.”

Instead of focusing on him and those hands, and what he just said, you dove through the next pile of records.

/-/

When you looked away, he grazed his eyes down your body. He was infatuated with you. The way you moved, the way you smiled. Everything you did had Bucky’s eyes locked on you. It made him feel like he was going crazy. Maybe he was going crazy. He’s never felt so attracted to someone like this before. When he asked you to dinner, he chalked it up to trying to be friends. But that wasn't it. He liked you. He liked you but was too afraid to make a real move.

So asking you to dinner after being stood up seemed like the easiest way to ask you out without putting himself out there. And every Friday for just over a month has been heaven and hell. He was ecstatic to take you out. To make you smile. To hear your laugh.

But he was in hell—a hell centered around his paranoia. He doesn't want to lose you if he tells you how he feels.

Shit. It was getting harder to ignore his feelings for you.

Some time passed and you both wound up on the couch. Conversations came and went. They were silly topics and some things more personal. He let out a slow exhale. “I don't get it.”

You sat up. “Get what?”

“I don’t understand why you’re so nice to me. I know you know who I am… or who I was. I just can't understand how someone so kind and smart and–”

“I know a good person when I see one. Maybe it’s hard for you to see that you’re not a bad person. You’ve done bad things, most people have. But that soldier isn't the man who’s in front of me listening to music.” Your hand gently brushed his vibranium fingers exposed past the henley sleeve. “The past doesn't always have to define who you are today. If you know the bad stuff, understand the horrible things you've done, and you grow from it? You’re a better person than the rest of us, Bucky.”

He didn’t move or speak. He just watched you as if your next move would be the one to level him down to nothing but ‘the real him’.

The real him—when he was just a dumb kid from Brooklyn heading out to fight for a war he knew little about. You saw him for who he was: wounded and broken, but not irreversibly damaged. You could see him for who he wanted to be and Bucky wasn’t ever going to let that go.

“You’re something else,” he murmured your name like it was a prayer on his tongue.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He lifted the vinyl. “Well I should head home. I’ll play this tonight,” he smiled softly.

/-/

That smile – Oh. Oh. You felt a rush of nerves and excitement through your body.

“Thank you. Tonight was fun.”

“I had a lot of fun too.” He was warming up to you. Or you were warming up to the cold, grumpy ex-Winter Soldier.

He gave you one last smile but you were too in your head to realize. You liked him. You really, really liked him. Bucky was already out in the living room when you called for him. “Next Friday?”

You wanted to do this again. More than Fridays. Many times. For dinner. Drinks. Anything. He sparked something in you that couldn't be put into words. Something unknown. Unfamiliar. Exciting. You wanted, no, needed more.

He poked his head through the doorway. That light smile plastered across his face, warming his tense features. “Next Friday.”

One week later.

You polished off the last handful of popcorn. Bucky slumped against your shoulder as he tapped his fingers on his jean-covered knee.

“Okay you were right. I really hated that movie,” he turned to you with a dreamy expression.

“If you liked the Hobbit that much when it came out–”

“When it came out in 1937 it was a masterpiece.” He rested deeper into the couch as the credits rolled and it brought you back to the streaming platform’s screen. “Now that was poorly executed.”

Bucky could ramble on and on about his love for fantasy and science fiction and you would happily sit through every second of it.

“We should watch Princess Bride next.”

Resting blue eyes flicker to your face. “Game on,” he murmured with a grin.

“Need another drink?” You stood up and moved towards the kitchenette.

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks.” He kept that sweet smile for most of the night. So you played vinyl after vinyl while making cookies. Then movie after movie. At two in the morning, you were wide awake and no matter what excuse you used, tonight was the best night in a long time. Barnes was a surprising man under all that stoic exterior. He was flirty. Goofy. A bit of a nerd. He was more than who he thought he was before.

“You’re staring.” Bucky stood to meet you. The lip of his shirt dropped over his exposed muscular mid drift, but not before you caught a glance at his defined abs.

You nearly choked when you remembered the abs you dreamt about the other week and how eerily similar they were. “I was just thinking about how late it was.” You turned and shut the fridge. “Maybe we should go to bed.”

We.

“Yeah, you’re right. We should go to bed.” He didn’t correct you either. A wave of excitement and nerves bundled inside.

“I’ll set up the couch in the office if that’s okay?”

“Fine with me,” he stretched again.

Carefully, you stepped into the book infested room to fix the cushions. “I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too.”

“Next Friday?”

He nodded, “next Friday.”

“Feel free to leave a note on my door if you need to switch out a vinyl.”

“A note? Like a love note?”

The flirty side that you’ve seen of Bucky was back. He was in this trance, watching you. He was mesmerizing but you continued fixing his bed. You moved towards the dresser in the room, opening the top drawer for blankets.

“No, but I wouldn’t mind,” you whispered.

“You wouldn’t?”

You shook your head. “I’d write back but don't expect anything poetic.”

“Well then.” Bucky leaned in, “guess I’ve got some writing to do.”

“Guess so.”

He was so close to you. If it weren't for his shirt, you’d be staring at his abs again. “What would you say?” Your voice was so quiet.

“Hm?”

“In the note.”

“My love note?”

“Yeah.”

He kept that piercing yet warming gaze on you. “I’d say that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You’re the kindest person to ever walk into my life. You look at me and I can’t help staring back. I’d say…you’re amazing. And that I’d be an idiot not to tell you. I’d be even more of an idiot not to show you how I feel.”

Those butterflies returned with a sense of urgency. Hot, twisting excitement buried deep in your belly as his rasping voice sucked you in. It wasn’t a matter of how you would tell him how you feel. It was a matter of when. And this was it.

“How would you show me?”

He stepped in close. “Show you how I feel…” he pondered the question. Searching his mind, Bucky seemed to be in a swirling pit of emotions in front of you. “If I was the old me, before everything, I would take you out to dinner.”

“Check,” you grinned. “Next.”

“Well, then walk you home.”

“Bucky, this sounds like any old Friday–”

“And I’d kiss you.” He was so close yet not close enough. You needed him. The dresser’s edge dug into your back as he stepped towards you again. “I’d kiss you softly so I could savor each second.”

Something hot and urging was burning through you. Then, his hand brushed against your wrist. “Is this okay?”

“Touching me?” Your voice felt heavy.

“Yeah. Touching you.”

Your breathing was rapid and deep, each inhale bringing you one second closer to smashing your lips on his. “Yes.” You were breathless. Then his arm brushed your hip.

“And then…what would happen?”

A wolfish grin crossed Bucky’s face. “Honey, we’d barely make it to the bedroom.”

Warmth rushed to your belly to the core of your body. You wanted to be held by Bucky. Kissed. Licked. Fucked. One more touch and you were sure there wouldn't be anything stopping you. And you were desperate for him.

“Touch me again,” you whispered. The wooden dresser dug into your back but the pain was so faint compared to the toe curling feeling Bucky gave you.

He loomed over you. Skin and vibranium trailed up your jeans until he clamped down on your waist.

“I’m a bit rusty,” Bucky whispered. “But I wanna make you feel good. Tell me if this is okay.”

You feverishly nodded, tugging at the henley he wore. “I want you. I need you.”

Those bright blue eyes darkened as something primal took over. His hips pin onto yours as his knee slides between your legs. You hitch a breath as he leaned into the movement. His tongue dragged across his bottom lip like he was thinking about his next move–contemplating his options.

“That so?” His mouth hovered above yours. Tentatively, Bucky squeezed your waist as his warm breath trailed down your cheeks.

You whined and inched closer until you kissed him. It was soft, just like he said. His lips danced with yours while those hands migrated up to your neck. He circled the delicate skin at your clavicle, tracing it back and forth.

Savoring every morsel of his kiss, you leaned in with a whimpering sigh.

He moaned in reply and twisted his fingers into the back of your hair. He pulled and angled himself so you were pressed more into him rather than the dresser.

“You’re… rusty?” you gasp between kisses.

“I used to be pretty good at this part.”

“Mhm,” you slid your hands down his chest. “I’ll say.”

Within seconds, you were straddling Bucky as he carried you down the hallway. He was strong. Never did you doubt the ex-winter soldier to carry you across your apartment. The man was multitalented.

He kissed you again, tugging on your soft lips with each step to the bedroom. You slide your hips down a little with the hopes of relieving the already budding ache. But it was his bulge that halted your movement.

Bucky pulled back, “shit. You feel that? You feel how hard you make me?”

A mewling moan escaped your lips and you pushed down onto his cock. “So fucking hard.”

He growled when you rutted against him. “Oh, God.”

You liked the way he quivered under your body as if your touch made him desperate to relieve his own ache. His arms pulled you closer, “Christ, I'm not gonna hold out much longer with you doing that to me.”

The bedroom door opened and closed with a quiet thump. His hand was firm on your ass while the other wrapped around your waist as he maneuvers through the pitch-black room.

You nudged against his stiff cock again. “Please.”

Without hesitating, he lowered you to the bed. Bucky dropped to his knees as your pants and underwear were tugged down instantly. It was all his pent-up excitement fueling this sleep deprived man.

As he made a move for your top, you pressed your hands against his chest.

Your tongue flicked between your lips. “Slow down, now it’s your turn. Shirt.”

He grinned, tossing the henley to the floor with your clothes. You pushed him back to admire his chiseled body. But you also couldn't help but stare at the scars. The vibranium.

Bucky moved with you on the bed and nestled between your legs. Any clothes left were tossed over the side, forgotten.

He kneeled above you, heavy eyes scanning your body. Every inch.

“Fuck,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful.” He dipped low, nestling himself fully between your opened legs. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Tentative movements of his hands explored your body. His mouth drags hot, open-mouthed kisses up your inner thighs. Then, that mouth was on your pussy. Gentle and unsure, Bucky started to figure out what you liked. Understanding what wasn’t comfortable. But eventually, he had a handle on it.

He picked up on the way you twisted and pressed down. Sensing your love for his movements, he continued. Your hands gripped the short brown hair on his head. You gasped, “Bucky please.”

He rolled his tongue then flattened it, twisting and stimulating your sensitive clit. His vibranium hand slowly trailed up until it reached your breast. He squeezed as Bucky continued the same pattern over and over. Inching you closer to the inescapable height of your orgasm.

You whined, “oh. Oh, yes.”

“So good. Just like that,” his finger slipped inside. Then another. You bucked up as he curled and fucked you with his thick fingers. “You’re so tight,” he moaned into your pussy between licks. “Come on baby. Just like that.”

“Please,” your hand tugged his hair again. But he wasn’t relenting. Bucky’s fingers continued their rhythmic pattern in and out as his tongue lapped your clit. You cried out, “Fuck, baby—”

He rocked his hips into the mattress. You knew he was still so hard. The image of his hard cock and the feeling of him between your legs sent you over the edge. The throbbing sensation of your orgasm hit you like a train. You cried out, bucking under his weight. It was hot and fast, but you could still feel another orgasm begging for release once again.

His mouth slipped away from your throbbing pussy as he dragged his devilish tongue up your stomach.

To your happy surprise, his thick fingers stayed inside you. Slowly moving in and out as if he could feel your second orgasm building up quickly. His lips trailed to each of your breasts. He nipped at the sensitive skin before finally kissing you.

A breathy gasp escaped your lips. He was relentless with those fingers of his. He grinned, pinning himself against you. His hard cock pressed down on your stomach.

“Bucky.” Your hands traveled down. You squeezed.

Bucky’s eyes rolled back as a gasping moan left his lips. You squeezed again, rubbing up and down his cock already slick with his own pre-cum. “I can help you feel good too.”

He dropped his head, “but I’m not done with you yet.”

“I want to make you feel good too.” You squeezed his cock again. He nearly toppled over. “You deserve it.”

He moaned in response. “Yes, keep goin’ baby. Touch me.” His words were as hot as the room.

In that instance, he moved his thumb back over your clit. His fingers continued to thrust in and out. You grasp his cock again, watching the blue of his eyes deepen. You pumped him, but the stimulation was getting to you.

“S-shit,” you withered. “Fuck, I need you. I knew it the moment–” you gasp as his fingers curl up. “I-I knew it when we went out the first night.”

Breathless, Bucky propped himself up higher. His eyes roamed your body and how determined you were to make him cum with you. “Mm, that’s my girl, getting off at the thoughts of the first date we went on.”

“You looked so g-good.” You mewled, feeling the pinnacle of your orgasm again.

Bucky groaned as you flickered your thumb back over his tip. “What do you need?” It was a statement, a demand, not a question. He knew exactly what you needed. What you wanted.

“I need you.” His mouth found yours as he seamlessly screwed you with his fingers. The moment he brushed over your sore and aching clit for the last time, the spasm rocked over you. Waves of heat rolled over your body.

“Yes, oh, god yes!” It was earth-shattering but you needed more. It was obvious he needed more.

“Inside,” your hand continued to thrust his throbbing cock. He moaned as you squeezed his shaft, rubbing your thumb up the tip. He was not going to last much longer. “Inside me. Now.”

Those blue eyes widened and you opened your legs wider. Grabbing a small pillow from the bed, Bucky nudged it under your hips. He moved slowly as he aligned himself. His tip nudged at your opening.

Fuck, he was huge. No matter how many orgasms you had, his aching cock was bigger than you’ve ever taken.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

He moved in, gently stretching your already relaxing muscles. You gasped as he pushed in a bit deeper.

Those blue eyes shot up to you, “I should stop–”

“No.” You lifted your hips and he slid deeper. You tossed your head back. “Keep going.”

You exhaled as he sunk down to the base of his cock. He pressed into you, leaning above by his elbow. The motions were slow and steady at first as Bucky found a solid rhythm again. You dug your nails into his back as he thrusted deeper. Harder. Faster. He was fucking you so deep, so good.

Bucky kissed you. His vibranium fingers found your clit once more. The sensations were too much to bear.

You cried out in pleasure as he groaned into your neck. Harder. Faster.

A third orgasm wrecked your body. The sensation of his cock slamming into you with the rub of his vibranium thumb on your clit sent chills down your spine. Twisting and writhing under his touch nearly had Bucky spilling over. He bared down on you, feeling every inch of your pussy tighten and throb. You mewled, “oh god yes. Fuck yes.”

When you were finished, he was close behind. It was like he waited for you. Hoping to please you first like he insisted the moment he kissed you.

Bucky slammed into you again and came with a breathy groan. “I knew you could take it,” he grunted, spilling inside as he leaned down to press his sweaty chest against your breasts.

“That’s it,” he moans. “S-so good to me. Take it.”

It was all too much. His body against yours, the feeling of him inside you. You were folding at his touch. With one final rut, he was finished.

Against the bed, Bucky collapsed into you. Both bodies were covered in sweat, panting like it had been the most intensive work out of your lives. He kissed your lips, not bothered to pull out.

He liked how he was still throbbing inside you.

“Wow.” He murmured your name, “That was…you’re amazing.” He brushed your cheek. “Was that okay?”

“Y-you’re kidding, right?” Your chest bounces as you laugh. It wasn’t intentional, but you couldn’t contain yourself.

Bucky lifted enough to see your smiling face and glossed over eyes. You looked drunk on him.

“What?”

“How the fuck are you rusty?”

His tight lips turned into a wide grin as he joined in on the laughter. “We made it to the bedroom at least,” he hovered above your body.

“Barely.”

You smiled. He kissed you. Pressed together, slick with sweat, you held each other tightly.

Sunlight danced across the bedroom leaving a rosy glow everywhere. You stretched, remembering the feeling of his skin pressed against your body.

Remembering last night.

His kisses were hauntingly beautiful. Each time his lips brushed yours, it felt like parts of you were placed back where they belong. Like pieces of yourself had been missing for years and he was putting you back together. You’d never be able to forget the way he felt, the way he tasted.

His kiss would linger on your skin even after tonight because you knew that he was more than just a dream.

He was your reality.

Almost on cue, a strong arm draped across your waist and tugged you backwards.

“Morning,” Bucky yawned.

“Mm, morning. Want some breakfast?” You spot the time on your cell phone wedged onto the nightstand. “Or I guess brunch? I can make waffles.”

His fingers trailed the length of your body and you rolled over until his sturdy chest pressed to your front. “Waffles?”

“Mmhm,” you nestled close. “Only if you want.”

Bucky refused to pull away. Every morsel of his being was tied to you, right here, right now. He smiled. “I do.”

“Perfect,” you grinned.

His pink tinted lips pressed against your temple as his vibranium arm tucked you under his body. Rolling over, he hovered above you. “I happen to make the best cup of coffee in Brooklyn.”

“Well, it just so happens that I love coffee.” You leaned into his embrace as his lips met your eager mouth.

Neither of you moved from bed.

And it was perfect.

-xx-

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fleetinginfinities · 4 months

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first ever of these but … the bachelors and my random headcanons/quotes/song lyrics/slices of whatever that fit them 🫶 apologies it doesn’t include everyone, these guys are my favorites and I’m having trouble channeling the others lmao

Sam

- drums his fingers/knuckles on tables, his legs, any surface when he’s anxious or impatient or excited or anticipating something. which, he’s always feeling at least one of the above…so

- his fingers. that’s all

- plays footsie under the table but not in a weird way, in more of a “I literally need to be touching you at all times to ground myself to this present moment and be happy” way

- loves full body contact — huuuge tight hugs, rolling on top of you in bed, pulling you into his chest from behind

- mumbles in his sleep and tosses and turns, constantly reaching for you and pulling you close

- blushes a lot. his cheeks turn the most beautiful peachy color

- talks at the speed of light as his default setting

- speeds when he drives, speeds when he walks, just Does Everything Quickly and with much energy

- is somehow both a morning person and a night owl most of the time

- but when he’s lazy or tired, there’s never been anyone lazier or sleepier

- always answers phone calls on speaker mode

- is unaware of his strength when showing affection sometimes, like an oversized dog

- prominent arm veins. enough said.

- makes you feel so alive. present. his energy is contagious

- there’s not a soul he can’t make friends with

- would absolutely love early/mid 2000s pop punk

- blindingly sunny smile

- beautiful, soft golden hair that he wears messy and literally sticks out every direction but in the hottest way ever

- he’s like the summer solstice. an everlasting day that’s sweet and warm and full of life but also peace. Sam, in all of his chaos, is your peace

- “i’m so in love that I might stop breathing”

- doesn’t ever hold a grudge

- smells like lavender and lemon. no I won’t be taking any feedback with this one

- big fan of flowers

- like, it’s not uncommon for him to show up with a hand-picked bouquet for you he collected on the way over

- could’ve worked in a bakery instead of joja mart and would’ve been much happier. sweet cinnamon roll boy

- is actually the heartthrob of the town

- as sweet and pure as he is, he also has a rebellious side and is often trying to sneak you in his room and toe the line of authority whenever he can

- is quite adventurous and doesn’t really have an ego if he’s bad at things or much fear in general. the results are constant entertainment and occasional catastrophes.

Elliott

- “I dream about you every night now. It’s really quite beautiful”

- is actually strong and built and muscular (totally looks like a red headed Thor in my brain)

- but touches and holds you so gently that it makes you want to cry

- extremely strong jawline

- gives that aloof kind of mysteriousness and quiet confidence that is magnetizing to literally everyone

- doesn’t have a toxically masculine bone in his body

- will talk to you for hours about philosophy, literature, films, art, the meaning of life, etc etc etc

- traces his fingers on your bare skin, lost in thought

- has the most mesmerizing, starry eyes

- being around him makes you feel like you’re living in a dream. everything feels ethereal and hazy

- if Sam is the summer solstice, Elliott is like the peak of autumn, when all of the leaves are at their most colorful and bright just before they fall, and you feel like he’s both the beginning and the ending of something all at once

- as a matter of fact: “is this the end of all the endings?”

- “you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else. you taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else”

- loving him is the most intense, passionate experience of your life

- he would a b s o l u t e l y be the one that got away if you split up

- big fan of candles and crackling log fireplaces

- really enjoys a good row in his boat in the cool, dewy mornings and his back muscles show it

- his emotional intelligence is unmatched. you’ll never meet a more well-adjusted man

- romanticizes life in only the way a writer can

- isn’t just all depth and somber. also isn’t all pizazz and flamboyance. actually has a great sense of humor as a secret third thing

Sebastian

- despite how much he closes himself off at first, you feel an instant connection with him. you just understand him innately. and you feel like he gets you, too

- downplays how smart he really is

- genuinely loves to let everyone else shine. loves that Sam commands all the attention in the room. loves watching others praise you.

- is never competitive with anyone else and absolutely loves when the people around him win. the most supportive person ever

- really has a soft spot for animals

- incredibly intuitive. can read your mind like a book and anticipate your needs

- if he loves you, there is not another person on earth that would ever catch his attention or temptation. 1000% the most loyal boy

- “he looks up grinning like a devil”

- motorcycle rides in the city late at night when it’s raining

- sometimes doing something reckless is the only way that makes him feel alive

- in other words, he’s a closet adrenaline junkie

- can absolutely rival Elliott in terms of being the most romantic with his words sometimes — though it’s few and far between, he will never stop telling you that you’re the first person that he ever did, well, basically *anything* with and how special you are to him and how you’re his one and only

Alex

- it takes a special person to command his attention, he has always had fleeting attractions but he has never felt for anyone what he feels for you

- is absolutely a great person to go to with any problem. he has a clear and straightforward answer or solution

- is the number one person you want to be around if you just want someone genuinely uplifting to spend time with

- *always* notices physical changes and gives fantastic compliments

- is absolutely the dude who keeps his friend group together well into adulthood and middle age and beyond. he’s the one planning beach days, weekend recreational sports and activities, cooking out or tailgating on game days, inviting you for a bite to eat at the saloon if he hasn’t seen you in awhile, etc.

- genuinely loves a good romance or romcom as much as he loves the newest action movie

- fantastic with kids

- is very committed to you from the start

- will go to great lengths to maintain a happy and healthy and successful relationship. it’s the athlete determination in him

- has quite good taste in aesthetics. definitely has an opinion about fashion, home decor, etc

- has perfect teeth and a beautiful complexion in my mind

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv #sdv elliott #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #yo what is with all the new formatting options here #they’re a Very Good Thing dont get me wrong #but I haven’t regularly used this site since like 2017 #relearning it as we go!

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drabblesandimagines · 7 months

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400 request! joshuaXreader where he lets our dear reader on his back when he’s primed as the phoenix and they go on a cute romantic flying date ^^

Thanks, anon! I hope you like it - do pop me an anon ask and let me know x PS: Let's pretend that Joshua priming doesn't exacerbate the curse in this drabble! Elevation Joshua Rosfield x fem reader, fluff 1,078 words - spoilers obvs

You hadn’t been well, which had been alarming for Joshua to experience. Usually it was him who was being sent off to bed, told to down vials of foul-tasting elixirs as you sat by his bedside, holding his hand, encouraging him to rest. For roles to be reversed had been completely foreign. He’d sat by your side all night when you were in the throes of fever, insisting to Tarja he could handle it, holding a damp cloth to your forehead that he refreshed with cool water periodically as you tossed and turned.

He'd muttered reassurances to you the whole time - of how he was there, how that when after you were fully recovered, he’d take you wherever you wanted to go, do whatever you wanted to do.

“Wanna fly.” You blurt out, eyes still closed.

“What was that, sweet one?”

“Fly. Like the Phoenix.” Your words are mumbled, your cheeks flushed red. “Be free.”

“Then that is what we shall do.”

“Promise?” Your eyes open then, seeking his gaze.

His hand cups your chin, tilting your face gently in his direction. “I promise.”

Your fever had broken at dawn – thank the Founder – but you appeared to have no recollection of the night.

Though, a little detail like that wouldn’t stop Joshua keeping his promise.

He smiles looking back at you, continuing to tug you forward by your hand up the hill. He’s been in a giddy mood all morning, saying he has a surprise planned. It’s the first time you’ve been out of the Hideaway in almost two weeks, but he won’t tell you where you’re going, despite your repetitive questions.

You reach the top at last, feeling a little breathless after your period of convalescence. The view is incredible – the skies clear and you can see for miles. The Hideaway is nice but being located in the middle of the lake, it had begun to feel a little claustrophobic.

“It’s beautiful, Joshua. Is this my surprise?”

“Not quite,” he lets go of your hand. “Do you trust me?” He takes a step back from you, has that look on his face, a boyish grin – the one that spells – no, screams - trouble, but you can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“You know I do.” You reply, cautiously. “Why do you ask?”

“When you were sick, sweet one, I made you a promise.”

“I’m afraid I don’t recall. What was it?”

It is as if it happens in slow motion. He takes a step back towards the cliff’s edge and a moment later he vanishes from view and your heart stops. There’s a flash of blinding light and then a cry, though not a human one. The Phoenix, in all its glory, swoops up a fair few metres above your head, stretching out its wings.

“Joshua,” your heart is pounding. “That was mean.”

“Sorry, love,” his voice echoes around your head, chuckling – something to do with the aether. He swoops up and around in a circle, before landing gracefully a little downhill from you – careful not to knock you down with the tailwind and lays down, tucking his wings into his side. “But I did say I would help you fly.”

Your face goes red, though surely he’s too far away now to notice. “I asked you for that?”

“You did, so allow me to keep my promise.”

“I…” You start walking back down the hill towards him.

“You said you trusted me.”

“I do, but-”

“I wouldn’t drop you.”

“No, it’s not that.” You stop by his side. You hadn’t seen him this close when primed before and it is truly an awe-inspiring sight to see the Phoenix, the way its entire body ripples with almost ethereal light. “Won’t I… hurt you?”

“Of course not. I carried Clive, Jill, Dion and Goetz without a problem from Twinside, after all. All you’ll need to do is hold on tight.”

“How do I…?”

“Just climb on my back and sit upon my shoulders.” Joshua’s voice echoes around your head once more, his feathers ruffling up with excitement. You bite your lip in thought – you’d be a liar if you haven’t daydreamed about what it would be like, but it still feels wrong. Being the Dominant of the Phoenix brings a lot of weight of responsibility as it is without entertaining your whimsical fantasies.

“Sweet one,” Joshua almost trills. “Please.”

You place a hand on the Phoenix’s back – softer than you’d imagined and cautiously throw a leg up and over as best you can, praying you didn’t dig your heels in too tight.

“Perfect. Now, hold on tight.” You bury your hands in his feathers – there’s almost a scruff around his neck that you grip into.

“Does that hurt?”

“It tickles more than anything. Are you ready? I’ll go slow.”

“R-ready.” The nerves betray you, but the Phoenix gets to its feet, flapping its wings and you dig your fingers in more, trying to feel more secure. You barely get a moment to readjust as he begins to run, before swooping down off the side and glides.

The adrenaline, the wind rushing by your face steals your breath – you’d be screaming if you could. The feeling is exhilarating, indescribable as Joshua turns, gracefully, swooping down close to the waters below and then with a great flap of his wings ascends skyward once more.

“Speechless?”

“Very,” you reply, unsure if he’ll have even heard. Your heart swells as he loops around in a circle – it’s amazing, far more than anything you could’ve dreamed of.

“Joshua Rosfield!” Clive’s voice echoes around the valley, impossibly loud and the Phoenix drops height in alarm – not expecting to hear his brother’s call. He glides down with less grace than before back to the ground and lands with a little bit of a bump and the Eikon vanishes, leaving Joshua in its place. The two of you tumble, head over heels, down the slope, somehow wrapped in each other’s arms. You come to a stop, Joshua leaning over you, a sheepish grin on his face as the two of you try to catch your breath.

“Sorry.”

“That was… I mean…” You can’t wrap your head around it. “Thank you.” You pull him forward by his collar, pressing a short-lived kiss against his lips, the two of you still breathless. “I’ll never forget it.”

“Good. Because,” he nods down the hill, “from the scowl on Clive’s face, I doubt I’ll be permitted to do that again any time soon.”

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Beneath the Bloodberry Tree

Barbatos x F!Reader (can be read as GN!Reader for this part, but future parts will likely have fem anatomy descriptions).

Content warnings: none (yet); softness, fluff; but if this is continued at all, it will later contain NSFW that will be tagged accordingly.

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You were supposed to be asleep. No doubt, Lucifer would scold you for being up at such an hour.

And you’d tried, tossing and turning, struggling to quiet the voices in your head, your mind running through the endless checklist of tasks and responsibilities. You’d listened to the seconds tick by into minutes, listened to the hourly chime of the clock downstairs that somehow managed to always echo into every recess of the mansion, no matter how convoluted its inner walls.

Finally, you’d given up. Perhaps it was the silence that kept you up, the lack of noise and chaos a much-needed balm upon your weary mind. The late night of Devildom was the only time you could find peace and quiet, when all others were asleep. Even Lucifer, for all of his late-night working, had finally turned in to get the few hours of rest he needed in order to scrape by the next day.

You got up from your bed, slipped on your robe, and grabbed your book. You knew exactly where you wanted to be, and it wasn’t here at the House of Lamentation.

Fortunately for you, you’d been practicing your teleportation spell with Solomon for the past month and a half. While you weren’t perfect at it by any means, your skills were adequate enough to take you where you wanted to go at this late hour, which just so happened to be the royal gardens at the Demon Lord’s castle. In fact, it was a very specific spot, located at the edge of the pond beneath the bent boughs of the bloodberry tree.

The roots of it rose from the earth, curved like the arms of a mother offering an embrace. The bark was smooth and black, and you settled against it easily, your spine curving snuggly against the trunk. You paused and stared at the skinny, hanging branches, covered in thin, metallic grey leaves that shimmered faintly in the starlight. The boughs were overladen with white flowers, which was nothing new... the tree was always in bloom. However, usually, the petals were colored a deep red and closed, sealed up protectively against the moonlight. Tonight, however, with the moon well below the horizon, the petals were white and open, revealing pitch black berries in their centers, signifying the fruit’s ripeness.

“Good evening,” said a familiar, smooth voice.

You startled slightly and turned to see Barbatos, fully dressed in his demon form, his butler attire impeccable despite no one awake to see it. Your heart pounded at the sight of him, his beauty even more ethereal than usual. You became instantly aware of your own shabby appearance, and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Barbatos??” you replied in surprise. “What are you doing up?”

Even as you asked, your eyes traveled to the half-filled basket in his hand.

The butler chuckled. “I should inquire the same.”

He walked over and joined you in your small cove of roots, his eyes staring through the hanging boughs to the calm water beyond. Your gaze followed his.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you replied. “I tried, but eventually gave up. Figured I’d enjoy the quiet and do a little reading.”

“And you chose this location...?”

“Because it’s peaceful,” you smiled. “It makes me happy.” You chuckled. “And it’s away from the house of insanity.”

Barbatos chuckled. “I see. I also often wish to linger in the late hour when the master’s needs have been met and he’s asleep. However, my duties rarely allow for it. Which is why I will cherish this special night, as it only occurs a few times a year.”

You looked at his basket of bloodberries and back up at the tree. “They’re finally ready to be picked, huh?”

Barbatos hummed in confirmation. “Bloodberry flowers only open up in the late night when the day’s moonlight is gone. It takes a long time for them to reach fruition.”

“They’re ripe when the flower petals turn white, as if the berry has sucked all the color from them. And you can only pick them when the flowers open, because otherwise the berries will be poisonous,” you said.

Barbatos smile grew. “I see you have been paying attention during your botany class.”

“I have a particularly good teacher,” you replied with a grin. “Besides, I’ve always been interested in the Devildom’s fauna. As a human, it seems like it’s something important I should know about.”

“Very true; the Devildom is not a very hospitable place for you...”

You stared down at the basket. “So, what are these bloodberries going to be used for?”

Barbatos seemed to glow a little brighter, his normally placid face coming alight. “A pie,” he replied. “The young master had made a comment earlier today when he noticed the colors of the flowers.”

You tilted your head at him and smiled warmly. “You’re very kind, Barbatos. Diavolo is lucky to have you.”

Barbatos fell silent for a moment as he stared at you. His expression returned to neutral, a defense mechanism you’d come to learn, when one got a little too close to his cautious heart. He was a man who avoided temptations and refused distractions lest they lead him astray from his quest of atonement.

And yet... you couldn’t help but get the feeling that he was holding his breath, his mind working through something important.

But then the moment passed, and his gentle smile was back as he broke eye contact and stared across the water. “You are the kind one, allowing me to intrude upon your privacy. Perhaps I should allow you to return to your book.”

“Well, I’m not returning to it since I haven’t opened it up yet. And to be fair, you were here first. I think I intruded on you.” You tilted your head thoughtfully as you eyed the basket. “I don’t feel much like reading anymore... how about I help you pick the berries? That way you can be done sooner and go to bed?”

Barbatos chuckled warmly. “Your courtesy never fails to impress me. I’m glad the brothers have you as a positive influence.”

You rolled your eyes and shifted awkwardly beneath his praise. “Well, I don’t know about that...”

He laughed. “Able to provide compliments, but unable to receive them, I see...” he teased, as he stood up and grabbed the basket.

“Hey,” you chided playfully. “Pot, meet kettle.”

You followed his movement with your own, your arms stretching the tiredness from your body as you raised your hands over your head and arched your back slightly. Barbatos watched you silently, the neutralness returning briefly to mask the way his eyes followed the curve if your spine. You were unaware, your eyes not watching him in that moment as you sighed and released your stretch, your arms returning to your sides.

You both began to gather the berries from the lower boughs, while Barbatos’s tail held the basket between you. After a few minutes, he broke the silence.

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“The pot and the kettle. It sounds like a human colloquialism.”

“Oh!” you laughed. “It’s because they’re both black.”

“Ah, I see.... so you’re saying I’m a hypocrite?” he replied.

You grinned at him and shrugged. “If the shoe fits...”

“Another human phrase, I see. Are you doing this on purpose?”

You giggled. “Perhaps...”

Barbatos’s calm expression turned into one of hidden mischief. “Every day I learn more and more why the brothers cherish you so.”

Heat instantly rolled across you, and you averted your eyes with a bite of your lip. Barbatos watched the action, transfixed, as you continued to pluck berries, the blood red juices staining your fingertips.

“You’re a very old demon, aren’t you?” you asked.

The question took him by surprise, and he hesitated for a fraction of a moment as if he feared his response would sacrifice something. But he mentally shook it off quickly and answered, “Yes.”

You smiled to yourself as you pulled down a branch, your fingers picking. “So how do you not know English idioms?”

Barbatos gave a small laugh. “Aside from the fact that you humans have countless languages, each with their own unique phrases, the crux of the truth is that it has been a very long time since I’ve spent time in human realm. Your species evolves quickly by demon standards, your languages always changing. Whatever I knew of your world before has long since been gone.”

“Don’t you go there for tea once in a while?”

Barbatos chuckled. “True, but my visits are brief to acquire what I need. It hardly grants me enough time to keep up with the nuances and evolution of your realm’s vast variety of cultures.”

“Hm,” you replied thoughtfully. “How about Devildom culture? What idioms do you have here?”

Barbatos paused in his picking, to think. “Hmm,” he hummed. “We have one phrase ‘when the sun rises’, which means something that will never happen.”

You chuckled. “That one’s easy enough to figure out... we have a few like that too. ‘When pigs fly.’”

Barbatos glanced at you. “Your pigs do not fly?”

Your eyes locked with his, a deer in headlights as you mentally questioned if such a thing existed here in the Devildom.

Then a soft mirth unfolded in a gentle, mischievous curl of his lips. “Just kidding...”

You laughed and threw a berry at him which he dodged smoothly. “Brat! You almost had me there.”

“I was simply evening the score,” he replied. He looked down at the basket now brimming with bloodberries. “I believe we have enough.”

You dropped the last few into the basket and wiped your hands on your robe. “It will make a lot of pies.”

Barbatos chuckled. “Perhaps I will use some for jam. Or even make demonus, although it would take thousands of years to reach something worthy of the young master’s palate.”

“Whatever you do, I’m sure it’ll be amazing. Your cooking never disappoints, Barbatos,” you replied.

“Half of the success is in the quality of the ingredients,” he explained. “This tree has been here for thousands of years and produces the sweetest bloodberries in all of the Devildom. There are bottles of demonus deep in the demon lord’s cellars that date back to the first demon king’s reign, and their flavor still holds to this day.”

You gave a low whistle. “Those must be expensive.”

“Indeed. So I’ll be very grateful if you keep that fun fact to yourself,” Barbatos replied with amusement. “Mammon’s thieving skills improve every day. I’d like to at least keep one treasure hidden from his knowledge.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” you grinned.

A soft pause drifted between you as you stared at each other, the basket held between you in the demon’s hands.

“Thank you for your assistance this evening,” Barbatos said quietly. “I wish there were some way I could adequately repay you.”

“Repayment isn’t necessary,” you replied. “I helped because I wanted to. It’s what friends do.”

The word ‘friends’ sounded strange on your tongue, as if it didn’t quite fit the shape of the peace that shrouded both of you in the privacy of the late hour. It tasted off, your mouth drying up, and suddenly you found it hard to swallow. You cleared your throat slightly.

The corner of Barbatos’s lips turned up slightly, and he stepped closer to you. “Perhaps repay was the wrong term. Appreciation would have been more appropriate. Is there anything that you’d like? Anything that is within my power to provide?”

Your pulse quickened, your heart pounding in your chest, and suddenly it felt harder to breath. He was closer than he normally was, his eyes staring into yours, and for a wild brash moment, your mind, heart, and body all screamed as one:

A kiss.

It was what you wanted to say, what every inch of you craved. But this was Barbatos. So, instead you identified a far more reasonable request.

“May I try a berry?” you asked.

Barbatos’s eyes widened in surprise, then his face broke into a smile as he laughed. “Of course.”

He scanned the contents of the basket, and picked out a large one, plump with juice. He held it out to you, and for the most agonizing moment, you weren’t sure if you should eat it from his hand or take it with your fingers. You finally forced your hand to take the fruit.

You popped it in your mouth and bit into it, and the flavor exploded, honey sweet, with an undercurrent of tang that made you instantly want to suck the juices down. You swallowed it, your taste buds instantly craving more. It tasted like temptation; it tasted like sin. You wondered if this was the forbidden fruit that tempted Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.

“Wow...” you breathed.

“As I said, this tree produces the best bloodberries in the Devildom. They are none like it.”

“.... may I have one more?” you asked, your eyes on the basket.

Barbatos shook the basket slightly and picked another, slightly bigger than the first. It was so juicy, that the liquid filled your tongue and nearly forced its way past your lips to dribble down your chin. It glistened on your lips, nearly black in the dark of the night.

Barbatos chuckled. “Messy...” he commented softly. His thumb came up and wiped the juice from your lip. It stained his thumb, sat upon it like a raindrop. He stared at it for a moment, contemplating it. Then he put his thumb in his mouth and sucked the juice off as he watched your reaction carefully.

You stared at him wide-eyed, mouth slightly parted at his brazenness. And here you were trying to keep your manners...

“Did you just...?” your words faltered, but the implication remained.

Barbatos’s small mischievous grin returned, his absinthe green eyes darker as his long-kept secret unfurled in the form of his hand gently cupping your cheek. He leaned forward and kissed you gently with a slight tilt of his head, and the tension you’d been holding within your ribs released like water. It flowed through you, filling every nook and cranny of your mind, your heart, your lungs.

His lips were soft and warm, and you leaned into them with adoration and relief. Your hands found their place against his chest, and you could feel his own demon heart pounding through his clothing, the beat of it rich and firm. He pulled away slightly, and you stared into his eyes, a silent plea for more written in the upward tilt of your face and in the curve of your body against his.

Barbatos kissed you again, just as gentle as the first. This time his mouth lingered, lips parting to allow his tongue to softly lick across your bottom lip as his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck. You gasped softly at the feel of it as a lightheadedness lifted any remaining thoughts and carried them away like leaves on a breeze. Your tongue tentatively met his, hesitant and slow as you let him taste you, savoring the ghosts of the fruit that lingered on your lips and your tongue.

He pulled away slightly again, your bodies still touching, his hand still on your neck, and looked down at you. His gaze was tender and yet hungry. Reserved on the surface, and yet deep within the black pupils there was a wildness, meticulously tamed.

“You make them taste even sweeter,” he said softly, the vibration of his voice resonating from his chest to yours.

You licked your lower lip where you still felt his presence, and Barbatos watched the action intently. Just as you began to lean towards him for another kiss, the gong of the castle’s clocktower chimed its hourly melody. Two deep gongs followed after, marking the late hour.

The sound was enough to pull Barbatos’s attention from the moment, although the intimacy remained in the form of his hand resting gently on your back as your own fingers fiddled with the frills at his shoulder. He looked up and through the boughs that swayed on a gentle breeze, his eyes staring distantly across the water.

“It’s late,” he commented. “We will have to continue this another time.”

Disappointment pulled your expression into a faint pout. “When?” you asked.

Barbatos’s gaze returned to you, and he smiled down at you gently. He took your chin in his fingers and placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Soon,” he replied.

His answer felt incomplete, far too vague for your liking. You broke your eye contact with him as you looked down at the buttons of his uniform.

Barbatos was never one to miss even the smallest hints of expression, and he chuckled lightly.

“How about tomorrow night. Here.” He offered. “I will bring the basket and we can gather more berries before they are past their prime.”

He enjoyed the way your eyes met his again, your face once again alight with happiness. “I’d like that. Maybe you can teach me how to make the jam.”

“I’d be happy to,” he replied. “I’m sure Luke will also be interested in learning some new recipes as well.”

You smiled. “What time would you like to meet?”

He brushed a stray hair from your face, his fingers following the shape of your your cheek, your jaw, until your chin was once again gently held in his fingers. He stared at your lips again as he answered.

“At the eleventh hour,” he replied.

“That’s late for you, isn’t it?” you asked. “You’ll be tired, won’t you?”

Barbatos smirked. “I am far more resilient than you give me credit for, my dear. I’ve managed my duties on much less. Besides...”-- he gave your lips a quick peck, a brief surrender to temptation -- “when else will either of us have time alone to be together?”

You smiled. “True.”

Pleased at your response, Barbatos provided another kiss to your lips, this time lingering to savor. You knew it was goodbye for tonight, and yet your body did not care, every nerve once again awakening at his touch, wanting more. But you kept your desire in check, in the hopes that your patience would eventually be rewarded at tomorrow night’s clandestine meeting.

Barbatos pulled away from you slowly, his thumb providing a gentle, final stroke to the soft skin of your cheek.

“You should return to the House of Lamentation,” he said quietly. “Get what little rest you can before tomorrow.”

“I will,” you replied.

His hand trailed down your arm until he held your fingers in his. With his eyes locked on you, he brought your hand up and kissed the back of it gently.

“Good night, my dear.” he whispered with a smile.

“Good night, Barbatos.”

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Famished

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, cunnilingus, oral sex, masturbation, cum eating, praise kink, POV Kakashi

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: When Kakashi returns from a routine mission, he has a certain craving that he needs a little help fulfilling.

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Bandits. Why is it always bandits?

Kakashi turned in his mission report and happily made his way home, excited to see you on your day off. He’d been gone for four days, and while that was far from the longest he had spent away from you, there was just something different about this time. He had missed you as much as he had on his first long mission he’d been sent on after truly making you his. And he was looking forward to showing you.

When he opened the door, he found you watering the plants. He recognized the love in your eyes as you turned your attention to him and took in his familiar form.

“Kakashi!” you smiled, sitting down the watering cup and hurrying over to him. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Me too,” he answered, sliding off his shoes.

“How did the mission go?”

“Very smoothly, actually. The bandits were completely incompetent, so I let the two chūnin Tsunade assigned handle the majority of the work.”

“Hmmm sounds like you finally got a break,” you giggled. “Are you hungry?”

“Famished.”

“Oh,” you answered, seeming frazzled by his response. You checked the time and sucked your lower lip into your mouth. “It’s a bit early, but I could start dinner?”

Kakashi smirked as he watched the thoughts swirling through your head, your nose wrinkling in the cutest way as you considered the options.

“Although I haven’t had time to go to the market yet, since you got home earlier than I expected,” you continued. “But at least that gives me the chance to make whatever you’re in the mood for, and I can just get what I need right now. But if you’re that hungry then maybe I should skip the market and just do something quick—”

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your body into his chest. Kakashi had to work to suppress the grin forming across his face at the sight of your suddenly flushed skin. You were just so easy to maneuver and fluster, and Kakashi still sometimes couldn’t understand how he was the one allowed to just reach out and touch you any time he wanted to.

He gently rubbed his cheek against yours, nuzzling his face into your neck. “After four days of only shinobi rations, there is only one thing I want to eat.”

Your breath hitched in response to his husky tone.

“And I’d like to eat this meal in bed.”

He lifted you and held you close, loving the way your body clutched to him easily. You giggled as you rolled his mask down, pressing teasing kisses to his skin as he carried you to the bedroom. Your fingers tangled up in his roots, tugging to try and get better access to his neck.

“Mmm I missed you too, baby.”

He laid you on the mattress, his heart fluttering at how happy he was to be with you again. He loved the sight of you; sprawled out in bed, your hair tossed over the pillow and your skirt riding up to expose more of your thigh than would be appropriate anywhere but here, underneath him. Here, the image was absolutely perfect; your ethereal form practically glowing. And it was for him. For your own happiness at being with him. His heart ached at how much he loved you, and how impossibly lucky he was to have your love in return.

His lips claimed yours in a kiss that he hoped made you feel as cherished as you truly were. You smiled against him as he tilted your head to get a deeper angle. He lost himself in the kiss, nearly satisfied just by having you so close. But when he shifted his hips enough to tease your entrance with his clothed erection, you sighed such a pretty moan that he was instantly impatient to have more.

“Mmmm, you look so pretty, I forgot what I brought you in here for,” he smirked.

“Kashi…” you moaned, rolling your hips against him and making his cock twitch. “Please.” Even through the layers of his clothes and your panties, he could feel how warm you were, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his entire length inside you. Well, almost nothing.

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” he cooed, gently kissing your throat. “Let me take my time.”

“But it seems like you’re ready now,” you giggled.

He hummed, feeling your delicate collarbone vibrate under his mouth. “Yes, but when I told you I was famished, I meant it,” he growled. “So I’m going to eat your cute little pussy until my hunger is satisfied.”

A shaky exhale escaped your lips. “Yes sir.”

His face broke into a grin. “Such a good girl.” He gripped your skirt and tugged upward, gathering all the fabric to pull your dress up over your head. You helped him remove the dress from your body, then laid back down to await his instruction. His eyes roamed your form. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

You blushed. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

The way you were looking at him made him feel so loved and missed, Kakashi had to press his forehead to your stomach to hide the goofy look on his face. You giggled as his hair swiped over your ticklish skin. He lovingly kissed the skin of your abdomen, his hands on your thighs to keep your legs open for him. He smelled the way your body was responding to his closeness, and his envious erection insistently pushed against the mattress. He kissed his way to your center, teasing you over your panties, his tongue flicking out to sample the moist patch in the center. You whined, and he pressed his face closer, his nose rubbing against your folds and inhaling your scent while his mouth held a kiss to your opening.

“Kakashi!” you shrieked, laughing as you tried to squirm away from his vulgar action. “You’re such a perv!”

He held you down to the mattress, keeping you in place as he let the scent and warmth of you cloud his brain. “I can’t help it. I love the way you smell,” he growled, flattening his tongue and licking you over your underwear. “And the way you taste.” He began nibbling lightly at the fabric.

“Kakashi!” you squealed again. “You’re going to ruin them!”

His mouth quirked into a grin. “Oh, I can ruin them.” He pressed a kiss to your clit before making eye contact. “You wouldn’t miss these, would you?”

“Hmm?”

He reached into his weapon pouch and removed a kunai, spinning the knife around his index finger.

“Are you serious?” you chuckled.

He raised his eyebrow and steadied the weapon in his hand. “Deadly.”

You giggled as you rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “Sometimes I forget how cheesy you can be.”

Kakashi hummed, turning his gaze back to your center and licking his lips. “Well now, you’re about to forget your own name.” He sliced the fabric of your panties, his impatient hands tearing them to pieces and pulling the tatters away from your body. Immediately, he licked a stripe over your sex, groaning at finally having the full taste of you on his tongue.

“Kakashi…” you sighed, arching to bring your body closer to his mouth.

“That’s right, beautiful. My name is the only one you need to know.”

He flicked his tongue over your clit, smirking as you gasped and grabbed at his hair. He moaned his appreciation as he started sucking kisses against your folds, lapping at the wetness and making sure you could hear just how much he was enjoying himself.

“Ah! Ohhhhh, Kashi,” you panted, tugging on his roots in an effort to guide him. He started lavishing your clit with attention, sucking it into his mouth and licking it over and over. You wriggled your hips and keened a high-pitched sound that Kakashi wanted to hear again.

Without warning, he slid his index and middle finger inside you, your body so wet and wanting that he felt no resistance.

“Ah!” you squeaked, rolling your hips faster. “Fuck…ah! Fuck, Kakashi.”

He pumped his fingers in and out, crooking them to rub against that soft spot right behind your clit. He pressed his tongue into your sensitive bud, rolling it and dragging the rough texture over you. Your fingers yanked his hair a little tighter as you fought against the hold of his left hand, wantonly bucking against his possessive mouth.

“There! There, right there,” you whined. “Please…Kashi I’m gonna…”

He kept his pace and pressure steady, leading you closer and closer to your peak. Your pleas morphed into whimpers as your hands tightened around his roots. Your walls fluttered around his fingers, and his cock throbbed with jealousy. He could feel your sweet juices coating his fingers, spilling out and dripping down past his knuckles.

He eased you through, keeping the stimulation gentle enough to bring you back but keep that gorgeous blush on your face. Your chest rose and fell as you fought for your breath, and he carefully slid his fingers from your core.

Kakashi waited until you looked at him, your eyes half-lidded with bliss as you smiled that stunning smile at him. The corner of his mouth turned up, returning the smile before he stuck his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean. Even more pink flushed your cheeks as he moaned at the taste of your orgasm. Your arousal was just so delicious; somehow tart and sweet and smooth, the flavor even more satisfying after the steady diet of shinobi rations he’d survived on for the better part of a week.

But he wasn’t done yet; not at all. Not when your beautiful body was still open and wet for him. He nuzzled his nose and cheeks along your thighs, trailing kisses across each leg and up to your center. He groaned as he got closer, settling himself right at your opening.

“Wait!” you giggled. “What about you?”

He flicked his tongue out to tease you and savor the cute way you squirmed for more. “What’s that, sweetheart?”

You adjusted your leg to graze your calf against his solid cock. “Not that I want you to stop, but I want to make sure you’re getting what you want, too.”

“What I want?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Y/N, I've been thinking about your delicious little pussy for the last four days. I don’t want to stop until you cum on my tongue. So just be a good girl for me and let me enjoy my meal.”

The pink in your cheeks nearly matched the shade of your swollen sex, and it was absolutely gorgeous. If Kakashi had even a sliver of desire he’d been holding back, it was now relinquished with full force. He didn’t even wait for you to form a coherent response. His only warning to you was a hungry snarl before he bullied his tongue inside you again. You whined out a broken sound and your toes curled. His mouth formed into the best imitation of a smirk it could as he smothered himself between your thighs.

“Kakashi!” you shrieked, your legs shaking and your thighs tensing against his cheeks. “Oh Gods…” Your hips resumed their rhythm, this time grinding into his face. And he let you—for a minute. He let you grind your needy cunt against his face and listened to the beautiful broken sounds spilling from your mouth. Your cute little pleas were the only sound he wanted to hear. The way you squealed out his name as the tip of his tongue swiped over a particularly good spot; the sounds of your breathing getting heavier, your tiny whimpers more and more desperate? Perfection.

You were always so good for him; he supposed he could do the same for you. So yes, he would let you roll your hips to fuck his face.

But you were his meal; his pretty little angel to devour. He certainly had no intention of allowing you to do all the hard work. Oh no, he had plans of his own for you. He wanted to make you feel so good, you couldn’t control yourself. He wanted to lick and suck at you—and yes, make you cum on his tongue; your orgasm all over his face—until your sweet pussy was too sensitive for even the most chaste of kisses.

Kakashi took all of his roles very seriously. And his role as the man with the honor of lapping the delicious arousal direct from your soft, warm cunt? There was no way he would shirk that responsibility. Not in this life, and if he had any say in the matter, he would pick right back up where he left off in the next.

He lifted his arms and placed the heels of his hands over your hipbones, pressing you into the mattress and stilling your movement. You whined the most petulant sound he’d ever heard you make. Perhaps you were closer to orgasm than he thought. But you should know by now that Kakashi wasn’t so cruel as to deny you your climax without making up for it tenfold. No, don’t you worry.

He ran his tongue along your folds, drawing random patterns to tease you. You tried to buck against him; direct his tongue or force him to lick the spot you wanted. But of course, up against the strength of a renowned jōnin shinobi? You didn’t stand a chance. Your hands covered his, silently begging him to release you and allow you to take what you needed. And maybe he would—later. But for now, he was only getting started.

He wanted to savor you. During that stupid mission, he hadn’t been able to get you off of his mind. It got to the point where his skill and credibility could have been called into question. Konoha’s great Copy Ninja, distracted on the job with thoughts of his pleasuring his pretty girlfriend with his mouth? It was humiliating, not to mention dangerous. How dare you be so enticing and then try to control how he enjoyed you once he finally had you?

No no; you were his. All of this was for him, for his personal use. For him to use in whatever way he pleased. Maybe you just needed a little reminder.

“Mmmm my pretty girl tastes so good,” he praised. “Such a good girl, nice and wet, just for me.”

A whimper something like his name tumbled from your lips. Your desperate hands started digging at the sheets. He grinned before puckering his lips to blow cool air over your sopping core.

“AH!” Your body shivered as much as his iron grip would allow and your pussy trembled at the sudden, unexpected change in his treatment. He almost felt a little remorse. Poor little thing.

“Love your body, love your pretty pussy. And it’s all mine,” he breathed, fingers caressing the skin of your hips and upper thighs. “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” you sighed happily.

“Just want to make you feel good.” He rubbed his nose along the junction of your thigh and torso. Then he flattened his tongue and licked at your entrance, pulling another needy sound from your throat. “Mmmm, love the way you taste, so fucking good,” he praised in a low growl. He lapped loudly at your sensitive skin, licking up your delicious arousal. “You spoil me, Y/N. All this, just for me?”

“Gods…” you groaned. “Kashi…”

“Is my mouth making you feel that good?”

“Yes…” you whined.

He smiled and sucked gentle kisses over your sex. You half-heartedly kicked and squirmed, still trying to steer him, but he purposefully ignored your desperate clit and focused instead on teasing you. He treated your pussy like your mouth, letting out a pleased hum as he kissed your lower lips with more and more vigor. He built you up until you were writhing and defenseless; fully at his mercy. Then, he really got to work.

He mauled you with the enthusiasm of a beast; a wild animal starved, that’s finally caught its prey. Its innocent, helpless, sweet-smelling prey. Trembling and whimpering with every pass of his tongue, like he might truly consume you down to nothing. You were a cute little rabbit, and he was a hungry savage wolf who couldn’t wait to get to your insides.

His mouth made wet smacking sounds as he feasted on you. Continually, he pulled his tongue away, licking his lips before bringing all that delicious slick into his mouth. He dug his tongue inside of you and tasted every little bit, groaning so the vibrations would travel from his throat to your sex. Your legs clamped in on him, urging and begging him to finish you already.

“Are you ready to cum on my tongue, sweetheart?”

Your fingers twisted the sheets. “Please, Kashi please!”

He adjusted his right hand to hold you down right between your hipbones, stretching his thumb toward your center and planting it directly on your clit. You cried out as he rubbed back and forth over the tiny bundle of nerves. That he could bring you so much pleasure with these rough, blood-stained ninja hands; he never would have guessed. But you were absolutely loving it.

He prodded his tongue into you, licking your tender walls and making you shiver before pulling away to look at your face. You were gasping out praises with so much lust in your voice that he didn’t even consciously move his left hand from your hip and into his pants. It was completely automatic, the way his hand wrapped around his angry cock and immediately started pumping. His hips jumped forward wholly of their own accord, fucking into his hand while your legs started to tremble. Kakashi felt your clit throb against the pad of his thumb. The greedy little button was just about ready to explode, and his competitive cock wanted to be right there with you.

Of course, it would have preferred to be surrounded by your soft walls, but his insatiable tongue had demanded so much of you that he knew you’d never be able to handle him without a break. And you’re such a sweetheart that he also knew you wouldn’t deny him; you’d let him fuck into your overstimulated cunt if he asked—or if he even just looked at you a certain way. But this time, it would be more than enough for him to cum into his own hand as he felt your muscles convulse around his tongue, your clit pulse into his thumb and your thighs squeeze against his ears.

Next time, though, it would be you pleasuring his cock. At this point, you owed him.

He sucked your folds into his mouth and thrust his tongue in and out of you, his thumb pressing against your clit just a little more insistently. Your body was nearly thrashing against the mattress. Your fingers burrowed into his hair as you begged him.

“Please, please, I’m so close Kashi please don’t stop!”

He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he neared his own release. Hearing you beg was perhaps his biggest weakness. You whined and jerked your hips, immediately screaming out his name as your body finally released that building tension and flooded your system with euphoria.

The sound of his name coupled with your lust-driven praises tugged him over the edge with you. He growled against your sensitive pussy as his dick pulsed in his hand. Hot cum spurted out in three bursts, coating his fingers and the inside of his briefs.

Kakashi retracted his thumb from your overworked clit, lapping at you to clean the worst of your fluids from your skin before he turned his head to gasp a lungful of air. He rested his temple against your inner thigh, panting his hot breath over your cunt.

“Gods,” you heaved, “I can’t…no more, please.”

“Heh, no?” he chuckled.

“Too much,” you whined. “Too good, too much. I can’t…”

Fuck, you were so goddamn cute. “Don’t worry baby,” he panted. “I can’t either.”

You held yourself up on wobbly arms and looked down at him. “What do you mean?”

Apparently, you also hadn’t noticed that one of your hips had been freed; his hand attending to more impatient matters. Kakashi carefully extracted his hand from his pants, blushing as he lifted his sticky hand and showed it to you.

Your cheeks flushed as well, but a wide smile stretched across your face. “You enjoyed it that much, hmm?” you teased him.

But tease or not, it was certainly the truth. He couldn’t deny it any more than he could make the world spin in the opposite direction.

“Come here,” you smiled. “Let me help you with that.”

He lifted himself from his knees and crawled over you as you laid back down. He couldn’t help but smile, finally getting a good look at your gorgeous face. It was so much like when he brought you into the room nearly an hour ago, except now, your hair was mussed and your dress was gone. Oh, and I tore her panties to shreds.

You invitingly opened your mouth and flicked your eyes to his cum-covered hand. His heart swelled as he slid two fingers into your mouth. You hummed as you worked your tongue over him, sucking and licking the mess from his long digits until you released them clean.

“You taste good too,” you blushed.

In a flurry of love, Kakashi wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you toward himself. You squealed and giggled at the easy way he manhandled you, made even easier in your post-orgasm state. With one hand behind your head, he pulled your mouth to his and kissed you with urgency. He felt desperate to have as much of you as possible, making up for the time he’d lost out on while away on his mission. Returning to you always felt like a high.

You swiped your tongue over his bottom lip and pressed your chest to his, making his heart want to explode.

“So, your hunger is satisfied?” you teased.

He cringed at the perverse things he said to you, but he managed to smirk as he responded. “It is. For now.”

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