#divider by @/enchanthings-a

[lily-bisque]

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME (*/_＼)

pairing: bully/stoner's suguru and choso x fem!reader

contents: continuation of this drabble. dub-con, heavy degradation, bdsm, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, threesome, implied pressured drug use, angst, mean suguru and choso.

a/n: please tread lightly with this one. it is lowkey FILTH so read the warnings!

wc: 7.6k

it was like two sets of beady eyes that followed you everywhere.

no matter where you went, you felt that prickle on your nape, the feeling of being hunted, lingering. at first, it was just an instinctive feeling to peer behind you and be met with nothing. you would shake it off and continue with your day like nothing was out of the sort. but soon, that feeling settled like a blanket over your core and turned from harmless to threatening.

whether it be in your lecture halls, eating alone in the cafeteria with foggy frames and a bento thermos of warm soup, or attending any of your out of school activities like heading to the local park, you felt it. not constantly, but it would come and go in waves when you were in public.

you couldn’t place the source, not for days. it followed you endlessly and you had begun to believe you were losing your mind. that somewhere along the way of being an anti-social and mousy girl, you’d snapped from the isolation.

that was, until you caught the two of them eyeing you from the corner of the school archives.

bloodshot and narrowed eyes, whispering something to each other in hushed tones that made your skin crawl.

it was them.

they had been watching you. no; stalking you, all this time.

you wanted to go up to them and give them a stern talking to, to leave you alone and stop whatever it was they were doing. they’d picked on you for months and it only let up after they’d forced you to attend some stupid party where they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

ever since, you thought you’d been free. but no, you were fatally wrong.

the remembrance of the way they’d find themselves by your deskside, peering over whatever book you were reading and plucking it from your hands to hold it up, asking you why on earth you were so adamant on being an outcast. you’d turn your head away, feeling your eyes brim with tears, until suguru would lift your chin with two fingers and look you square in the eyes.

“we’re only here to save you, darling. to save you from yourself.”

not only did their words ring in your ears and fray the edges of your psyche, but the looks on their faces had you trembling in steadily growing trepidation. expressions of feigned sympathy and mirth washed over them as they watched you stumble over your words, fiddling with your hands in your lap and averting the gaze of your classmates giving you odd stares as they listened in.

it was an introvert’s nightmare and they reveled in it.

you loathe them for it, for making you feel so small and vulnerable, choosing you to be the target of their inflated egos that needed to step on someone.

but right now, two things stopped you from stomping right over and cursing them out.

one, you were a sweaty, nervous mess that could barely string together two sentences when it came to them. you were known to be quite the hermit on campus, always a nose in your textbooks and attending literally no social events. so who were you to expect your body not to betray you and make an utter fool of yourself?

second, you had no proof that they were doing this, the stalking, that is. what were you going to do? randomly throw some blame on them without ever actually spotting them? no—you couldn’t go and second guess yourself because, in truth, your gut instinct had never failed you.

so, you were hopeless.

you returned to the dusty tomes on the shelf with a resigned sigh, shoulders drooping as you lost yourself in your pathetic thoughts.

you’d never stood up to them before, so what would change now?

suddenly, you felt a hand brush up against the small of your back. you registered that familiar scent of weed wafting into your nose, making you recoil and scrunch your nose.

another hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your chin and turning you towards them.

you were met with the tall figure of choso kamo, looming over you with his doe-like eyes tainted with a faint crimson hue. he had a pitiful expression coloring his pale cheeks with a pout of his lips. “has our princess missed us?”

before you had the chance to speak, suguru geto entered your field of view, casually propping a hand up against your head as you backed up against the library wall. “i think she has. that surprised look on her face as if she wasn’t ogling at us just moments ago.”

you stiffened. “i-i wasn’t ogling. just… surprised to see you here.”

suguru clutched his free hand over his heart, dipping his head even lower to match your eye line. “you wound me, darling. you think of us too dumb to visit the library?” he queried, tossing an entertained glance at his counterpart who only chuckled low.

“no! don’t put words in my mouth,” you squeaked out, casting your gaze down at their shoes as you could barely allow yourself to crane your head up to look at them, your stomach suddenly feeling incredibly light as your mouth went desert dry.

“well, it’s quite the shame that you hadn’t missed us. because we missed you, didn’t we, suguru?” 

“how could we not after she was practically throwing herself at us at the party before ditching us. you know, blue balls is a shit thing to endure, and even shittier to fix it yourself.”

you felt your heart stammer, hands clutching into fists at your sides as you stilled.

choso leaned in, one hand caging you in on the side that suguru wasn’t blocking, his breath fanning against your neck before he placed a chaste kiss against it. and unfortunately, your body betrayed you in that moment, releasing a soft whimper as he bit your earlobe. “too bad we had something to show you, angel.”

his tone was low and husky, sending a chill dancing down your spine that it took you a moment to unclench your thighs and register what he’d just said. “w-what’d you want to show me?”

the two of them dropped their hands in unison, exchanging a look as choso shoved his hands into his pockets while suguru ran a hand through his hair.

“it’s a surprise, love. you want to find out, come over to my place tonight and i’ll show you what we’ve got ready for you.”

–

you don’t know what possessed you to be standing in front of suguru geto’s house right now.

he’d plugged his number into your phone, and vice versa, without even asking before the two left you stranded in the library, still shaking from whatever hold they had over you, a vex hanging heavy over your head.

the last few hours you spent contemplating exactly how you’d curse them out, scribbling down notes and talking to yourself in the mirror until you were winded. 

and, despite the best of you, you found yourself dolling yourself up for the occasion. you blamed that solely on the fact that you wanted to look your best when you cursed them out and condemned the two to hell.

minutes before you’d arrived, you got a notification telling you that you’d been added to a groupchat and opened it.

6:47 pm – xxx-xxx-xxxx: this our sweetheart?

6:47 pm – suguru: leave her be, cho. you wanna scare her off again?

6:48 pm – xxx-xxx-xxxx: good point.

you couldn’t believe them, not even knowing how to respond as you fumbled at the door step, erasing and typing out a reply before the door propped open.

you hadn’t even knocked yet.

“you made it,” suguru breathed out. but you were barely registering a word, eyes flitting over his outfit that had your breath hitch. he was wearing a black hoodie and grey jeans, though he looked to be fresh out of the shower, his raven tresses cascading lackadaisical down his shoulders, water dripping from the tips.

“i did,” you whispered, clasping your hands in front of you after you stuffed your phone into your clutch.

he smiled knowingly, taking the time to admire your look. “looks like someone got all dolled up for the occasion,, and you don’t even know what your surprise is.”

you shook your head and knitted your eyebrows up at him, the first sign of annoyance you’ve ever tossed in either of their directions. “what?”

before suguru could ridicule you anymore, a familiar mess of brown hair appeared in a white cotton tee and black slacks, in the midst of tying his hair up into two buns. “if it isn’t the bookworm. you actually showed.”

you scoffed and the two men could barely hold back the evident shock on their faces. “are you going to let me in or what?”

choso tilted his head, studying your vastly different demeanor before stepping out of the way. “come right in, sweetheart.”

rolling your eyes and steeling your quivering resolve, you pushed past them and into suguru’s house. it was massive, and you’d heard of the ragers they’ve thrown here. though, you didn’t know how to imagine it outside of the party scene aura it radiated through gossip you overheard.

it was incredibly clean, decorated in a monochrome scale to the numbers, and there had to be a handful of bedrooms he wasn’t using. 

nepotism.

“gonna keep staring or you wanna hear about that surprise?”

you turned around, glaring at suguru who was sending you an unreadable expression; you couldn’t tell if he was humored or bored.

“forget the surprise,” you retorted back, shuffling through your bag to pull out a stack of index cards. not your best option, but you had a pattern of going dizzy-minded around them.

they watched you shuffle through them until you settled on the correct sheet, confused what this act of yours was.

clearing your throat, you began reading them off. “hello, choso, suguru. i’m here today to, uh,” you squinted at your handwriting that was dotted with tear marks that smeared the ink during your fit of frustration just a few hours ago. “i’m here to address your behaviors over the past semester towards me.”

choso crossed his arms over his chest as he rubbed the lobe of his ear, as if what he was hearing was all in his head.

“you’ve ridiculed me, you’ve made fun of me, you’ve mocked and stalked me. and i’m done with it, all of it,” you pressed on, eyes glued to your card. you did everything in your power to speak at a loud enough volume that could possibly come off as intimidating.

suguru took a step forward, hands resting casually in his pockets as he peered down at you like you were nothing worthy before him. you ignored that familiar feeling you’d been feeling for months and continued on.

“i-i have done nothing to the either of y-you and i don’t understand why you’ve made me your victim.”

choso had to stifle a laugh as he, too, took a step forward, the two of them inching towards you like you were their prey, a hungry glower in their eyes.

“i’m only here to say that i’m no longer putting up with it, a-any of it. i’m done being bullied by the t-two fo you, find someone else to make fun of it or else.”

suddenly, the shuffled cards were plucked from your hands, choso eyeing them in his hand and skimming through them. “or else?”

you could feel your stomach lurch at the sight, suddenly wishing you hadn’t added on that last part.

“what, you gonna threaten us?” suguru imparted, running his tongue over his lower lip as he eyed you carefully.

you were silent, simply wide-eyed and darting your focus between the two men looming over you.

“not much without your little cards, hm?” choso questioned, reaching up to twirl a strand of your hair with his finger, just how he always toyed with you like you were his doll.

you swallowed hard, your fingers trembling by your side as suguru placed a hand on top of your head to stroke your hair, humming in thought as he mulled something over.

the fact that they didn’t even question the stalking portion you added onto your speech was evidence enough.

“we’ll stop,” he whispered, earning an odd glance from his friend before he continued. “if you let us indulge in the surprise we prepared for you. come all this way and you won’t even humor us?”

your pulse was roaring in your ears as you could barely tear your eyes from his piercing gaze, biting your lip subconsciously.

you don’t know what caused you to forget all of your bearings in that moment when you agreed.

“okay.”

–

they led you down a corridor, which led to descending stairs in suguru’s house, winding and coiling until you reached the basement. you wondered if they were going to kill you here for a moment, realizing you hadn’t told anyone where you were.

were you literally and figuratively spiraling to your demise?

you didn’t have any friends, nor did you keep in daily contact with your parents.

no one would know where you’d disappeared off to.

“she’s shaking, suguru,” choso chuckled behind you, cocking his head as he found the display oddly cute.

“i think she’ll be shaking when she sees our surprise for her too.”

something nasty twisted in your gut, your fight or flight instincts triggering, yet unfortunately you’d always been a freeze kind of person.

suguru walked to a door at the end of the hall, pressing a couple of numbers into a keypad before pushing it open.

a red hue spilled form the doorway as he opened it and you were met with a fairly dim, neon crimson room. your feet were planted, wondering if the last meal you’d ever eat was the ramen cup you’d downed before you arrived, that is, until choso pushed you in.

“so scared. baby, we’re harmless,” choso chuckled, heading over to a door at the side of the room before stepping in and leaving you and suguru alone.

you clasped your hands before you, heart palpitating as the stifling tension was nearly suffocating you.

“not gonna take a look around?”

“what?” you immediately squeaked, glancing over at suguru who leaned against a wall with folded arms, studying you quietly. when you registered what he said, you did in fact glance around to take in your surroundings.

the two walls on opposite sides of you were lined with shelves and objects resting against them. you adjusted your frames, taking a couple of steps forwards and squinting your eyes as you made out exactly what they were.

toys. sex toys to be exact. peering to the middle of the room, there were harnesses tucked away against the ceiling and below it was a small platform with cuffs on them.

your eyes widened as you took a step back, tripping over your heel and landing in a pair of burly arms, the scent of cannabis wafting into your nose.

“like what you see?” choso whispered into your ear, licking a languid stripe across the crown of your ear that had you shuddering.

pushing off of him, you turned around and scoffed, staring at them with wide eyes.

“where the fuck did you bring me?”

suguru chuckled, low and patronizing like always. “i’m getting the feeling you’re not liking your gift. unfortunately, there’s no gift receipt, sweetheart.”

incredulously, you laughed and waved your arms around, motioning at your surroundings, feeling as if you’d finally lost it. “your present to me is a sex room?”

suguru pursed his lips, coming to your side and placing his hands on top of your biceps, then turning you to the shelf just beside you.

“not sure if you’re a virgin, so we can start off real small. got this itty bitty thing for you, and we can work your way up,” he coolly whispered into your ear, breath tickling you and making your thighs quake. “‘till you can take us.”

“you’re fucking disgusting,” you spat, thrashing in his grasp and pulling away.

“oh don’t play hard to get, dear. we know all about the way you spend your evenings.”

you focused on choso, cocking your head and feeling shocked at your outbursts so far as you’ve never been one to speak up to them. “oh, please. how exactly do i spend my evenings.”

the two of them glanced at one another, then back at you, then down at your skirt. your head bounced back in confusion as you blinked a couple times, registering what they were implying.

how on earth would they know how you spend your evenings?

“s-so are you going to explain, or just keep staring at me?” you pushed, praying that they were just bluffing.

but, oh. were you so incredibly wrong.

“saw your little reddit post. about how you can’t stop getting off to your bullies and feeling ashamed by it.”

you could feel your mind slur and become lightheaded in an instant. choso began to explain your post in incredible detail as if he had it committed to memory, the way you had your hand down your panties in your dorm room and moaning out the names of the two guys who made your life a living hell. suguru simply stood there, the image of an incredibly proud man, watching you crumble.

it was over. they were going to expose you and ridicule you until you were six feet under. you could feel the bile rise in your throat, your hands resuming their trembling at your sides as shame shook your core.

how on earth is the nerdy loser the most disgusting pervert out of them all? you could hear the whispers and rumors now, your eyes brimming with tears at the thought.

choso broke you from your reverie, shrugging his shoulders as he finished his thorough analysis. “don’t worry. we’ll keep your little secret safe, princess.”

you lifted your gaze from the spot you had it trained on the ground. “w-what?”

choso hummed, stepping towards you and bringing his hands to your cheeks. you flinched like he’d burned you, but that didn’t stop him.

“we think it’s… cute. our little docile geek is a fucking degenerate.”

you scowled at that, moving to pull away but he held you there.

“why not let us help you?” he whispered, biting his lip as he played with your hair, as if it grounded him. “i know those hands of yours can’t satiate you like we can.”

and then you felt a hard chest press against your back, sandwiching you between the two men just like they had you on the couch. suguru’s hands snaked down to your midsection, pulling your ass flat against his pelvis. you could feel how hard he was, the bulge pressing down on the small of your back.

“like a favor. you help us, we help you and keep your secret. it’s a win-win situation for all of us and you get a little extra,” choso added, caressing your cheek gently before running a thumb over your bottom lip.

and that perverted part of you responded when you whispered out a whiney “okay.”

the two men had you undressed within moments, then strung up in the air spread eagle with your body bare to the world.

heat covered your body as they worked in tandem to prepare things for you, things they discussed in hushes conversation that you weren’t privy to.

was this your best decision? no. but it was far too late now and you’d prefer if the two boys kept true to their word.

they passed blunts between each other, exhaling the billowing smoke into the air and you watched as it disappated, something akin to dread settling in your core.

what on earth did you get yourself into? what if they told everyone about this, how the nerd was toyed with by not one but two guys. you’d be ridiculed until graduation.

“want a hit?”

“what?” you whined out, feeling your stomach lurch as choso eyed you carefully.

he chuckled at your worry before placing it into your mouth. “suck.”

you inhaled automatically, not meaning to take such a large hit as it spread into your lungs, making you cough until it stung your eyes and burned the lining of your nose.

“there you go,” he drawled out, biting his lip as he admired your bare form. “should calm you a bit.”

“i’m fine,” you bit out, wheezing as you attempted to steady yourself.

“suit yourself,” he shot back with a reluctant once-over at your quivering figure, returning to suguru and you were left to your thoughts again.

although, he wasn’t lying. your mind that was a muddled mess of anxiety was coming to rest as the effects of the weed settled in your mind, making it the slightest bit hazy. the smell was pungent, but you were thankful for the simple reprieve.

“having fun, angel?” suguru quirked, walking over to you and watching as you gave him a bleak stare. he adjusted your sliding frames, pushing them back up and leaning in to pepper soft kisses along your neck.

you heard soft clicks before something hard pressed against your nipples. you glanced down and let out a shaky whimper at the clasps he’d placed on them.

your arms suddenly twitched, wanting to move and run them through his hair as he works on your skin with his mouth, but was promptly stopped by the well-done restraints.

choso fiddled with a speaker off to the side, then pressed play on his playlist he's prepared for this moment. funny enough, the first song that played was quite fitting–she’s my collar by gorillaz, matching the black leash clad on your neck.

suguru’s hands groped your breast, his hair tickling your bare skin as you whimpered and whined in his grasp.

choso found purchase standing behind you and tying your hair up with his rubber band, just so he could begin to decorate bruising hickies across your nape.

it was all too much, you felt their hands gripping and teasing you everywhere, your thighs quivering from the simple touches.

“we haven’t even started yet,” suguru chuckled, pinching your clasped nipple between his fingers. “she’s like a little bitch in heat.”

“s’ how i like them, though. that fucked out and starry-eyed look they give me, makes me so fucking hard,” choso chuckled back to his friend.

you hated how disgusting but turned on it made you feel, how they spoke about you as if you e squashed between them.

suguru’s slender fingers found your bare cunt, a digit sliding between your drooling folds and collecting your slick. “and she’s already dripping, cho.”

choso’s warm breath tickled you as he bit into your shoulder, gripping your ass in his hand. 

a dextrous digit of suguru’s began to toy with that sensitive nub down there, making your body bow into his form, hands shaking in the restraints, biting your lip as you muffled your sounds.

“wanna know how she sounds,” choso groaned, a hand of his dancing up your side to fondle your tit. “when she’s moaning out our names.”

suguru sped up his motions, two fingers rubbing tenderly against your clit as your body wracked with pleasure. and soon enough, you could feel choso’s finger pushing against your tight hole.

“bet she’d take us like we were knives killing her, tight cunt she’s got,” he added before pushing a digit in.

you gasped out, eyes widening as they continued their assault of love bites dancing across your chest. it was all overstimulating and you could feel them all over, their greedy hands gripping and pulling and tearing at anything you’d give them.

and you gave it up to them, squirming in their hold and letting them test out whatever they were curious about. if that spot could make you cry out or how hard they could bite against your previously unmarked skin.

and when suguru passed his friend a dildo prepared with lube, you knew you were going to be in tears by the end of the night. but they loved it.

they slurped up every tear you gave them as if they’d earned it. weeks of plotting and watching you finally handed to them, the delayed gratification damn near overwhelming as their slits leaked pre.

the small pink plastic cock pushed past that first ring of resistance, making you flinch hard enough you were sure that your wrists and ankles would be bruised by sunrise.

"so fuckin' tight," suguru scoffed, watching as it slowly disappeared into you. "what, you a fucking virgin?"

you kept your mouth shut, along with your eyes, hoping the embarassment that flushed you was enough evidence.

"no fucking way," choso sighed out in awe, the tent in his boxers only growing tighter. "you're the most perverted girl i've ever met and you've never even had sex before?"

you bit your tongue, shutting your eyes to brace yourself from the impact of their verbal abuse. hearing it from their lips was all the more ridiculous.

"you just keep surprising us, sweetheart," suguru chuckled, pressing hard enough down on your clit that you headily gasped out his name. "mmm, there we go."

choso continued drilling you with the dildo, brushing right up against that sweet spot you were never able to pinpoint yourself. suguru took the chance to consume your moans, planting a wet kiss against your mouth and shoving his tongue down your throat.

you could barely breath through it, eyes rolling back into your skull as the two of you swapped saliva. with the hand that wasn't rubbing your bud of nerves, he cupped your cheek to angle your head just right, making you gag on his pink muscle.

"like a fucking toy," he groaned into your mouth, and you could feel his clothed cock press up against your abdomen, the outline so massive it made your stomach flutter. choso’s pushed against the small of your back, the size one to rival with suguru’s.

you didn’t want to imagine what they looked like bare and erect.

you felt so pliant and maleable under their grasp, as if they could mold you into anything they pleased. a rotted part of your psyche was crumpled and smashed, quiet voices whispering to you that this act made you theirs.

their quiet victim that never spoke up to their degredations? their fuck-toy they used whenever they pleased?

so be it. that's what you were going to be.

you chest began to heave as suguru's mouth moved in tandem against yours, practically sucking the air from your lungs. the rapid pace of choso's wrist drilling that toy into was unrelenting.

soon enough, stars blotted out your vision and a flash of white painted everything you could see, your ears ringing as you screamed out into suguru's mouth, your orgasm being pushed over the precipice.

your body stilled, every muscle contracting, until you fell limp, slack in the restraints.

the two boys were no longer kissing you, no longer touching. a part of you was afraid to open your eyes, fearing that this was all some sort of dream the dark and deep recesses of your mind cooked up.

yet, when you parted your wet lashes, you were met with their figures quickly ridding themselves of their clothes.

choso tossed the dildo to the side, working to undo the restraints while suguru grabbed what looked to be a box of condoms and lube.

"think you can take us both on suguru's bed upstairs?"

[itsactuallylina]

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part 1; part 2

[vampmira]

open up what you got in your mind to me. [pt.1 – huntrix]

they've never met someone like you — a mortal who almost knew them .. better than they knew themselves. for the boys, it's annoyingly intriguing. for the girls, it's comforting.

paring(s): huntrix & saja boys x demon expert!gn!reader

warning(s): some movie changes, probably effected lore that makes no sense for the sake of the narrative

request: here ! this is part 1 – i loved it so much i had to make 2 parts hehe ,,, part 2 is here !

your family worked with the demon hunters for generations – mortals who studied the demons, found their strengths and weaknesses, worked as field researcher on demonology alongside the hunter to keep the honmoon safe.

unfortunately, your ancestors were unpowerful beyond their intellect and aura vision. physically, they were weak – protected only by the hunters. becayse of this, there was .. an accident. the demons found the weaknesses of the hunters – their darling researchers, so they did what demons would do.

thousands of years of pages and books and studies were lost in their attack. most information was mentally stored by hunters, but a substantial amount was still lost in physical ink. in modern times, these researchers are almost myths to hunters – legends. however, mythology tales say that the descendents of the researchers have all knowledge of the honmoon and the demons sealed away by it. of course, it remained apart of the stories celine told rumi, mira, and zoey growing up ... all until they met you.

they met you at a hidden pastry shop in seoul, hidden in an alleyway around the same area as that wack doctor zoey had so much faith in

it was the only place open after practice and rumi, as tired as she was, guided the girls in to enjoy the warm lighting and atmosphere

after declining the offers to go to the bathhouse for the 100th time, she thought this could be the perfect way to make it up to them

she ordered a few treats – mochi for herself, a little apple pie for zoey, steamed red bean buns for mira, and matcha for them all

the girls talked quietly, waiting for their order, until you called rumi up to retrieve the neatly wrapped box of sweets

when she came up to you, your fingers wrapped around her wrist, cold and startling

"i'm not sure how you got in here..", her eyes met yours, now void of the warmth you once held when she walked in, "but if a demon is ordering pastries from me, times must have changed." she shuttered under your hushed voice.

"d-demon...?" her skin was fully covered. even though her markings hadn't spread too far yet, she took precautions regardless, worried of the news that might ruin her relationships.

"i noticed your aura when you sat down. though, you don't seem that threatening... and the honmoon is completely intact aroun–"

"how do you..?" her eyes shook, almost pure horror behind them. there's tension between you two, fueled by her anxiety of being seen, of being exposed when her members were just right by the door. you studied her, her friends, and their auras alike, before you half smiled at her.

"my ancestors and yours were... very close." your voice rose, catching the attention of the pink and black haired girls. "do hunters not teach about researchers anymore?"

the three of them surrounded you quickly, eyes bright and curious

things like "we thought they were myths!!" and "you know about the honmoon!?" were thrown at you immediately

you debunked their mythology left and right, spending an hour after closing chatting with them

they felt.. seen? YOU felt seen!

you could finally talk to others about your aura vision and they could FINALLY get their hunter secrets off their chest

maybe it wasn't the best idea to spill it all in such a public place but who else would listen ?

celine got a very chaotic phone call later that night

and you? you got an invite to a luxurious penthouse and a few new friends

since then, you've helped them immensely

your memory was working like an endless library of information

you'd show them old diagrams your greatest great great great great grandparents had tucked away

discuss old journals that survived the attacks that became family heirlooms

told them fun facts about demons

especially to zoey, who seemed very intrigued by the fact that all demons had a weak spot in their chests due to their lack of personal souls

even, eventually, helped rumi tell the girls about her marks

zoey and mira were stunned in silence. rumi's arms were exposed, hands shaking in anxious terror, but you were right by her side. celine told her to always hide them but .. you understood. you accepted her mere minutes after meeting her. maybe the girls would do the same.

"rumi is.. something fascinating." you admitted. it sounded blunt, but you expressed it with a look of soft excitement. "she has mixed blood – the marks of a demon, the voice, soul, and heart of a hunter. she's never once lied about the kindness of her heart... the traits of hunters overpower any demon urges." you spoke for rumi as she stood there, feeling naked and scared under the judging eyes of her closest friends. "she's a pure experiment – but she's no less rumi. her aura proves that."

it took a few hours of conversations, explanations from both you, the expert, and her, the secret holder, but eventually, zoey and mira engulfed her in a hug – promising to keep the secret contained between the four of you. not even telling celine, in case she got them all in trouble. the golden honmoon was so close.. they'd be able to do this together, especially now that they have you.

during the events of the movie, they needed you a lot

but the last thing they wanted was a repeat of the accident

so they kept you their secret weapon ! working with you behind the scenes and away from the actual action

when the saja boys grabbed everyone's attention with their beautiful bodies and alluring voices, you were staring at their markings, especially at the joint fansigning they held

jinu noticed you about as much as he noticed bobby – just another person on staff

that is until he noticed how you stared at him

not ogling, but studying,, writing things down in the notebook you carried, covered in huntrix stickers

be lucky he noticed you over baby or mystery, otherwise you may have been targeted by their powers to throw you and huntrix off

he asked about you to rumi once .. the "mysterious person" on their staff that "always wrote in that notebook"

she was more worried about your safety than opening up to him but .. she thought..

if you helped her reveal herself to huntrix, maybe you could help jinu and the saja boys ?

they never expressed wanting help but she couldn't help but think about it

you hopped on board with her plan in secret, working on ways out of their servitude to gwima

it took a while but you figured that if you could channel your aura vision and hold them above the honmoon when it sealed, they could be healed of their marks too, human disguises left in tact.

it was only a matter of time before you tried it out.

[bluukive]

mdni, toji x fem!reader, 'whose pussy is this?' gone wrong

The repetitive slap of Toji’s hips slamming into yours filled the humid bedroom, his heavy body caging you beneath him all desperate and gasping. The mattress heaved under the combined weight, creaking in protest.

Missionary wasn’t even on the agenda tonight. You had batted your lashes like a tease and pawed at your boyfriend. Now here you were, knees folded up to your chest in a mating press whilst your boyfriend thrust his cock into your again, again, and again.

You moaned shamelessly, fingers clawing down his back as he fucked into you. It's slick. It's hot, desperate, and filthy. He leaned in closer, eyes boring into yours with breath hot on your lips. “Whose pussy is this, hmm?”

And then you froze, face visibly contorting to one of mild confusion. With lips parted, eyes darting to the side, your brain short-circuited. Shit.

You winced, voice coming out with a pitched, timid lilt. Toji watched with ragged breaths as you screwed your eyes shut, awaiting your answer.

“Mine...?”

A heavy pause.

...

And then Toji stopped moving altogether.

His cock was halfway inside of you, a hot weight throbbing in response to each clench of your welcoming cunt. Toji simply stared down, a bewildered look on his usually stoic face.

You've managed to break that façade with just one unsure word.

"Was that not the right answer?"

“No."

You grimaced, cursing at yourself silently. “Well— well, It’s just that... technically, it is my pussy...”

“Technically,” he repeated lowly through a scoff, leaning down again until your nose meets his. “Say it again?"

“I panicked!” You blurted out, scrambling to quickly grab at his retreating hands. "It’s yours, I swear—!”

He simply grunted in response. Low and offended. “Naaah, don't take it back. S’not mine anymore, hmm?"

Toji withdrew his hips, pulling out until it was only his flushed, dewy tip you were clenching around.

"Your pussy," he seemed to sneer in a hushed tone before pulling out completely with a wet pop! Never did you think that you'd be debating over custody rights over your OWN anatomy. You sat there, pussy clenching around nothing as the bulky man practically sulked with his broad back turned to you.

"... if I say that it's yours, will you fuck me?"

...

"Maybe. Give me copyright claims, too, or something whilst you're at it."

[ontherunnt]

Boyfriend!Simon Riley picking you up after a night out

pairing: Simon Riley x reader

wc: 504

warnings: none!

Simon Riley, who said he didn’t do dating. The man with the skull balaclava who practically rolled his eyes anytime Johnny mentioned someone batting their eyes at him in a pub. The operator with a kill count high enough to concern international authorities. The soldier with too many skeletons in his closet unrelated to his military duty. 

The same man who fell for a fucking civvie, out of every possible option. 

Simon Riley now finds himself doing shit he didn’t think he was capable of doing. He remembers your favourite books and what you order at the coffee shop. He’s met your closest friends—albeit quite reluctantly—and those distant relatives you only see once every blue moon. He knows when you’re asleep and when you’re just pretending to be—you can’t possibly think you’re slick, he always mutters as he pulls you closer to him, back against his chest. 

Simon Riley, who now finds himself parked outside a club he’s never been to, nor is he interested in the slightest about. Except, of course, for the fact that you went out with your friends to that very same club. 

The hood of the car feels warm beneath him, which serves as the only sign of how far he drove to pick you up. He won’t mention his flat is almost forty minutes away, or that he was just told he’d be deployed again next week, or that the shoulder he dislocated during his last op gave him hell the entire drive. 

Tonight, he isn’t Ghost—there’s no mask, no face-paint, no bloodshed or violence. Tonight he’s a man picking you up. 

When you stumble outside of the club, he spots you immediately. Red-faced, swaying like the ground beneath you has turned to Jell-O, muttering something to your friend that even they can’t seem to understand. When you spot him, you give your friend a half-assed hug and practically sprint in his direction. 

He meets you halfway, otherwise you would’ve eaten shit against the concrete. You trip on nothing, but one arm snakes your waist almost instinctively, the other supporting your elbow. You grin against his shoulder, and the way you laugh echoes in his ribcage like you’ve replaced the very heart that beats for you. 

“Hey, handsome,” you slur, grin wide on your face. 

He shakes his head in what could look like irritation to anyone else, although the smile on his lips is one you’ve learned to recognize as affectionate. He helps you to the car as you tell him everything—how someone hit on you quite poorly, how the tequila was lightwork, how you wished he’d gone with you. 

“Actually, no,” you shake your head with furrowed eyebrows. “You’re a party pooper.”

Simon chuckled lowly, and by the time he looks back at you, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh, you’re fast asleep. He gives himself two seconds to look away from the road, but the smile stays on his lips the entire drive back home.

[viperify]

oneshots | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⋆˖𐙚 Perfect Little Doll.

Short Summary: Tom Riddle is quite laid-back when it comes to you—but under the effect of a Lust Potion, he just takes what he wants—however he wants.

Warnings: 18+ only! consensual non consent. somno, sex under the effect of a lust potion, rough sex, choking, unprotected p in v, sex with little to no prep, creampie

A/N: I got the highest grade possible for my thesis, you get filthy smut! Win-win.

wordcount: 1,2k

“No, stay— stay like this.”

It’s the first thing you hear when you stir awake in the middle of the night. You try to move—but something, or rather someone, is making sure you have no choice but to stay trapped beneath them.

“Please, no—“ panic rises in your chest as you struggle under their weight—but it’s no use.

“Shh. It’s me. Be good and stay still.”

This time, you recognize the voice, and you exhale a shuddering breath, relaxing just slightly.

It’s Tom.

Lying on your front, you don’t get to meet his expression, hell, you don’t even get to fucking ask what he’s doing—

Because you already feel him pressing against your entrance, tip hot and flushed, leaking with need—and with a single, measured thrust, he pushes inside. Deep.

“Fuck—“ you shriek at the sudden, stinging stretch. “Tom, that hurts!”

As you reach behind you, trying to push him away, give you time to adjust, he instantly pins your wrists to your back.

“I know— fuck, I know.” He grumbles, yet shows no intent to stop. Instead, he pulls out, pushing back inside immediately—drawing another sharp gasp from you. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

You don’t know exactly what’s gotten into him. Yes, you both agreed upon this, that he could use you when you were asleep—and that you could tell him to stop whenever you actually wanted to—but never had he been this eager.

“Tom, please—“ you try again, whimpering at the burning, unrelenting stretch. His hand finds its way into your hair, lifting your head slightly just to push you into the pillow beneath you—muffling your whines.

His hips rock forward once more, testing, trying how much you can take.

“You will be quiet and take it, alright? Be a good girl for me?” He mumbles, voice coming out raspy, laced with need. He withdraws then, only halfway this time—

Just to snap his hips forward again, tip harshly ramming against your sensitive cervix—a feeling that has you biting your lips so hard, you taste blood.

“God, Tom!” You yelp, hips involuntarily bucking against his in an attempt to free yourself—but it only results in him slipping deeper, drawing a low groan from the brunette.

Slowly, he starts rolling his hips against yours, still buried deep, brows furrowed, breathing heavily through his slightly parted lips at just how tight you feel around him.

Finally, his hand leaves your hair, allowing you to inhale a deep breath—lungs burning from the lack of oxygen as you do. Just a mere second later, it’s wrapped around your neck instead, pushing you down once more.

He’s got you exactly how he likes you—one leg angled to your side, his body trapping yours between him and the bed, fingers pressing into your pulse point, enough to make you feel light-headed. Hips flush with yours, ass pressed against his pelvis—it makes his head spin. He needs to have you, take you—now.

“Slipped me this potion— told me it was for sobering up— fuck, sweetheart, you’re tight.” He groans, a deep, low sound somewhere from the back of his throat, feeling him twitch inside you.

It all comes crashing down onto you. Why he is like this.

They made him drink a Lust Potion.

Judging by the fact that he didn’t even second-guess before downing it—must mean he’s had a decent amount of drinks as well.

All of that, combined with the effects of the potion—turned him into this.

You don’t get to think about the situation for much longer and what you could do to ease the effects—the slow drag of his cock against your walls as he starts thrusting into you efficiently short-circuiting your brain.

He doesn’t ease you into it. After one or two thrusts, he picks up his pace, hips snapping against yours as though it’s the last time he gets to have you.

Tom usually isn’t the most vocal. Yes, he enjoys it—loves it, even—when he can pin you down and fuck you into the mattress until you are begging for him to let you come. But, just like outside of your sacred four walls, he likes to keep his composure—even during the most intimate acts.

In short: he hates losing control.

But now—he’s moaning, whimpering even at how sensitive he is—at how good and warm you feel, wrapped tightly around him.

It’s making your brain fuzzy. Everything about it. How you are slowly loosening up for him, allowing him to increase his pace, how your own arousal makes it even easier for him to thrust deep.

“Taking me so well, sweetheart.” Tom praises, breathless, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the otherwise quiet bedroom. “Like this pussy was fucking made for me, fitting me like a damn glove—“

And at this point you are praying you would survive this.

His thrusts grow rougher, punishing almost, brushing against your cervix with every single snap of his hips. His hand wraps around your throat, cutting off your airflow once more as he feels himself getting close.

“Fuck, darling— going to let me fill you up, hm? Make you nice and full of me?” He grits out, staying pressed flush against you for a second, making you feel all of him—every vein, every ridge—every. single. inch.

You nod as best as you can, clenching down tight around him.

“Please Tom, please fill me up— need it, fuck—“

He groans at that, cursing under his breath.

“Good girl. Such a perfect little doll, all nice and pliant for me—“

It’s not long until his pace falters, hips stuttering against your own—and he groans lowly as he starts spilling deep inside of you, coating your walls with his warm release.

He collapses on top of you—breathing heavily against your neck, chest heaving—and although your mind is still hazy with your own pleasure, your thoughts drift back to what happened before he returned to your home.

Knowing them, you guess it’s Rosier and Mulciber who did it. Probably thought it was hilarious, too.

You aren’t sure if you should feel bad for the fact that you don’t know what Tom would come up with as punishment.

Because hell—they are not the ones who have to put up with him like this.

Meanwhile, Tom is still buried deep, keeping his release right where it belongs—but then, when his breathing returns to normal, he gives you the slightest roll of his hips—

“Said it would take three hours to wear off—“

And you already feel him growing hard again.

Fuck, you are screwed.

“Tom, please—“

He shushes you with a kiss on top of your head.

“No. Stay— need you— need you again.” He rasps, back to thrusting into you, fucking his cum even deeper as he’s back chasing his next climax. And you? You are right there with him, on the precipice of your own orgasm.

Merlin fucking help you.

If he won’t kill them for this, you might just do it yourself.

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[yujisdreamgirl]

✧˖°. bf!itoshi rin who no one understands how you managed to date him. everyone thinks he’s this cool, reserved guy who’d like to focus more on soccer than a relationship, but really…

“bed, now.” you chuckle and hesitantly get up from your comfortable position on the couch. “well hello to you too?”

it was one of those days again where rin didn’t want to do anything but feel you.

you enter his bedroom, only to see him hurriedly take his shirt off whilst whispering under his breath. you cross your arms and lean against the door frame, biting your bottom lip and eyeing him up and down.

he turns around to look for you, unamused at your lack of eagerness to cuddle with him.

“is this funny to you?” god, his english accent is so…

“no, silly. i think it’s hot you need my touch 24/7.” he rolls his eyes and gets settled in bed, patting the spot beside him. he looks you dead in the eyes as if you’d wronged him so badly.

you chuckle and lay under the covers with him, gasping as he suddenly pulled you by the waist and buried his nose into your shoulder.

“i’ve been waiting for this all day,” your breath hitches as he breathes heavily, sliding his hand up under your shirt.

“awh poor you…” you mock his clinginess which only resulted in a soft bite to your neck. “stop that.” as if he isn’t having a hard time controlling himself already, you just had to make it even harder, huh?

“i missed you, and this is how you repay me?” he mumbles into your skin, voice thick with that low, teasing frustration. you can feel the curve of his smirk even though you’re not looking at him.

you shift a little under him, your heart palpitating at the intimate sensation. “repay you? for what, being needy?” you tease, feigning innocence.

he grunts softly, the sound more playful than threatening, and you barely have time to respond before he flips you gently onto your back, hovering himself above you.

“for missing you…” he presses a rough but gentle kiss to your lips. “maybe you should say sorry for being on my mind all the time.”

your breath catches again, softly giggling at your boyfriend. “i guess i’ll find a way to make it up to you.” he hums, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“please.”

[madamechrissy]

Lights, Camera - Action! 🎬

Pairings- Moviestar! Satoru x Costar! Reader

Warnings - mdni - sexual tension, kissing, desire, mutual pining (my fave lol)

I may make this a full oneshot, lmk in the comments if you'd want one 🫶 idea for movie star Gojo from @iamharryswife

You can't fall in love with your costar on your first big role.

Its not professional, right? To get soaking wet as he kisses you for the cameras, as his plush lips press on yours, and the cameras are flashing so bright. As directors and producers stare at the two of you.

This is a huge opportunity, your first co-starring role with Satoru Gojo, one of the most famous actors there are. For a girl from a small town in a low income home, this meant more than just wealth for you, it was securing everyone back home right now.

It would be scandalous, and he is rumored to be dating some of the most famous damn actress in the world already, a bit of a playboy. Plus, its all for the movie, for the shot, how his tongue slips in your mouth, how his big hands slip up your top.

You're trembling then, struggling for composure as Satoru Gojo leans up, frowning a bit, his brilliant blue eyes ever attentive as his silky white hair falls over his brow. 'Sweets, you need a moment?'

'Cut,' the director calls, you're blushing now, as he leans up, shirtless for the scene. He's so heart breakingly gorgeous, and you're worried he can feel the heat between your thighs.

'Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? It's your first time doing a scene like this, right?'

The problem isn't the scene, the problem is your cunt is throbbing around nothing, and your nipples are taut and pressed against your top. How could you separate acting from reality when your body is reacting like it never has?

'No you're great, I don't know if I am doing well I think. I'm in my head.' He brushes your hair back, and that's not for cameras that are now diverted from their shot of you two in the makeshift bedroom. No, it's genuine when he smiles.

You thought he'd be an ass like the rumors all said, but Satoru was achingly thoughtful and sweet. A perfect costar, you've watched him for years and been so enamored, is that what all this is? The build up, the admiration, of going from a fan to a costar?

'You're doing amazing, kissing is on point. Doesn't look fake or forced either,' you exhale nervously. Of course he's helping direct this movie as well, his directing debut, and he considers this good acting and not what it really is. You just enjoy it. 'If you need to, we can take a breather.'

'I'm good, promise. Thank you Gojo.' He smiles and soon he's kissing a trail down your breasts as the shoot continuds, gently pushing up your top. His heavy breaths just making you wetter, and that's when he catches it, as he lifts your thigh an kisses your knee for the intimate scene to start.

You're dripping down your inner thigh.

He grips you too tightly, his body reacts in a way it never does, not since his first shoot has he in any way had some reaction. This was methodical, clinical in its nature, every kiss perfect and precise, every look for the camera on point.

His costars got excited, he's been with some of them outside of this, but he's never seen glistening wetness on an inner thigh like this, feeling your heat radiating. He can't help but leak pre against his boxers, highly fucking unprofessional as you look up at him.

God you're fucking pretty like this.

Hes blinking, trying to focus, gather his thoughts at all, when he goes back to kissing your knee, the bright lights all over you all as the camera zoom in. He swipes that away, you're gasping, eyes fluttering shut, when he can't help but taste you right on set.

A deliberately secret motion, no one could know but him, but when he tastes you on his tongue he loses all sense of what's around him, and his desire takes hold. He can't be unprofessional right? He can't just eat you out for real, this isn't a porn it's a fuckkng r rated movie.

But he seriously contemplates it before he hears another - 'cut!' - and he's brought back to reality, of the pretty new costar under him.

[riveredmoon]

for our eyes only?

connection: r. sukuna x fem!reader

synopsis: your only fans is thriving, especially when your boyfriend films himself filling you up.

content warning: modern au, non curse au, nsfw, mdni, smut, only fans (might have gotten somethings incorrect), established relationship between reader and sukuna, rough sex, hair pulling, biting, spitting, oral (fem receiving), smacking, dirty talk, crude language, name calling (slut, whore), p in v, unprotected, creampie, cum play, consensual recording.

(1) notification: this was actually supposed to be gojo’s one shot! while editing, i felt like sukuna was more suited. i could not be happier with it!

wc: 2.8K (finally learned to stfu!)

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“What’s winning at the moment?” 

“Anal.” 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” 

Sitting on the couch in front of you, your pink haired boyfriend (slash manager — he sees red when you leave that out) responds with a gruff. One of those scoffs he pretends is a laugh. 

His crimson colored eyes locked on the laptop on his thick thighs. Shirtless — the hazy light coming from the kitchen behind you gleaming on his tattoos. His grey sweats hanging loosely on his hips. A lazy dominance weighing heavy in the stilled room. 

“Just fucking with you,” he drawls out, finally lifting his eyes to look at you. “It’s actually creampie and cum play.” 

You circle the coffee table to stand in front of him, your knee brushing his as you lightly lean into him. Your hands planting themselves on his shoulders. His huge hand not hovering over the small mousepad, instantly grabbing your waist. The hold is rough and tense, just like him. 

“I could do with that.” You smile down at him. He rolls his eyes, his thumb tapping on the mouse pad to keep the screen lit. 

“What if I rig it?” He asks almost innocently. But, nothing about Sukuna is innocent. You could only squeeze his shoulder and let out a breathy laugh. 

“Why the hell do you want to do it in my ass so badly?” 

“I fucked every other hole. Might as well finish the set.” 

“You haven’t fucked my ear,” you snort.  

“Can you shut the fuck up?” His hand on your waist is now rubbing down his tired face. You press your lips together to keep your laughter at bay. 

“Cosplaying and a foot job are also options. We have three minutes till the poll is up and creampie and cum play is at,” he stops and looks back at the laptop. “Sixty eight percent.” He deadpans. 

You tilt your head as you look down at him. His lips in its usual snarl, his eyes narrowed at the screen. You could almost hear him counting down the seconds. 

“You don’t wanna cum in me or something?” 

“I always do,” he shrugs, your hand shifting along with his shoulders. “But, you built this little dystopian world where men choose where I cum.” 

“They do pay our bills.” One of your hands creep up the nape of his thick neck. Your fingers slightly running along his undercut. He slightly leans in, his head pushing into your hand. You have to bite your lip to force your comment about affection down. 

He looks up at you, his hand coming up to shut the laptop. Boredom evident in his stare. 

“And ask you to role play as a tree,” he nudges your hip, making you step back as he stands up from the couch. Your arms falling to your sides. “So maybe we shouldn’t fucking trust them with our financial endeavors.” 

“So you won’t fuck me if I was a tree?” You hum as you shiver at the feel of heat coming off of his chest. 

“If this is another if I was a worm question, I’m  going to fucking lose it.” You hear the dry chuckle that wants to escape.

“What if I was a real sexy willow tree or something?” 

“And what would my cum be?” He stares at you. His nose scrunches, eyebrows pulling together, as if he’s really thinking this through. “Fertilizer?” 

“Well, technically… yes.” His lips curl, and you can’t help but throw your head back from laughter. One of your hands reaching to grab onto his solid chest. 

You barely have time to yelp before you’re hoisted  like you weigh nothing. Your chest pressed to his back, view upside down, his hand coming down hard on your ass. A smack full of irritation and affection, typical. 

“I’m choosing what we’re filming next. And no god damn tree shit.”

Sukuna’s rough hand is sliding up your spine, palm flat and warm until it finds the back of your neck. You’re on all fours — your knees pushing into the bedding below you, your palms laid flat on either side of you. 

“Stay just like that,” he mutters — his grip is firm, familiar, and heavy with intention. 

From the corner of your eye, the red light blinks steady on the camera. This was supposed to be for work, content. Bills do not pay themselves. But, the second his breath fans against the back of your thighs, and the cool air brushes your wet cunt everytime he shifts — any idea of perfect angles for the viewers is thrown out the fucking window. 

You don’t have time to even mention anything about it. 

Just his mouth, wet and unrelenting meeting your pussy. His tongue drags through your folds, like he too forgot about the camera. 

You gasp, spine arching on instinct. Your hips pushing back, his mouth opening accepting more. His grip on your neck tightens. You’re not sure if it’s to ground you or acting as a warning. 

The flat of his tongue presses hard, dragging along your folds, meeting your clit. Instantly, he’s groaning, low and hungry — the sound vibrating straight through to your core. 

“Shit,” you breathe out. Your arms are starting to feel weak as you struggle to hold yourself up. 

With nothing more than a grunt, his tongue laps at your clenching hole. His hand starts trail down from your neck, roughy fingertips navigating your spine until it’s on your plush ass. He squeezes once, a rough one that makes you yelp as you try to look over your shoulder. Then he lifts it and brings it back down with a sharp slap you sure the camera picked up on. 

You jolt, a moan ripping through your chest. You’re sure you feel him grin. 

Another slap. And instead of pulling away, you’re pushing back into his mouth. Your ass throbbing under his palm. 

You feel your pussy getting wetter — the heat warming between your thighs. He grunts against you when he feels the gush of slick, his tongue flicking faster, meaner. His nose nudging your hole as he devours you. 

All you could do is try to hold yourself up on wobbly arms, helplessly moan, and throw looks at the camera. You know, for content. 

You feel him pull back and you let out a whimper. Your chin drops to your chest as you let out a gasp. 

“Such a pretty pussy for a fucking whore,” he rasps, his voice low and wrecked. Cocky. “Can’t believe I let other men watch me devour it.” 

You shiver, words stuck on your tongue. A weak mewl is the only thing you could pull out your throat. 

He chuckles, that low, dry one. The one he knows gets you dripping. His hands are still on your ass — now spreading you apart. You could picture his hungry eyes looking you over. You don’t have to look over your shoulder to know his tongue is licking over his bottom lip. 

You push back a bit, missing his mouth on you. You feel his face inch closer and before his tongue meets your wet heat — he spits directly onto your cunt. The slick sound of it makes your stomach tighten and nipples harden.

You gasp — hot and loud. And before you could even think, he’s diving back in. Tongue hot, his finger gripping onto your hips. 

All you could hear is your strangled moans, Sukuna’s slurping, and the shakiness of your arms under you. 

His hands spread your wider, wet sound following as he pulls away. 

“Shit, look at you,” he mutters, voice all gravel. Your nipples harden at the tone. “You want me to fuck you like this?” 

“Yes,” you whisper. You turn your head, looking over your shoulder. You’re met with Sukuna’s shit-eating grin, his eyebrows cocked up teasingly. His hands squeeze your ass rougher. 

“Louder. You know they love to hear you begging.” He teases, his voice low. He cocks a thumb towards the camera. Your eyes catch the light again. 

“Do they or is it you?” You start to shift, arms falling below you. You want to tease some more, watch the tick in his jaw as you joke around. 

Slap!

He has you by the hips, your left ass cheek stinging. He’s dragging you back until your thighs are flushed against his. His cock pressing into your thigh. Thick, hard, and unforgiving — you push back 

Your arms are trembling, barely keeping you upright. You’re smiling, giving the camera exactly what it wants. Sukuna would have fun with editing. 

He chuckles — low and heady. A sharp squeeze to your hips, and then the head of this thick cock pressing in your wet entrance. 

You suck in a breath so hard, it burns your chest. Your back arches — ass pushing back involuntary, moving so that you could have him touch exactly where you need him too. You moan, your head dropping forward as your arms barely keep you up. 

“You’re a smartass you know?” Sukuna groans, dragging his hips back slowly. You feel every movement — the twitch in his right thigh, his fingers tapping on your hip, your pussy clinging to his hard cock. “With a cunt that takes me so well.” 

Without warning — he slams back in, bottoming out. The sound of skin slapping harshly snaps through the room. He doesn’t even let you adjust. A brutal pace as his hips meet your ass. 

Your hands are gripping the sheets, trying to keep steady. The sounds of your squelching pussy meeting his cock from each thrust competing with your moans. 

One thrust is so forceful, his tip meeting your cervix — your body jolts forward. Your arms give out on you as your chest meets the bed. 

“Let them see your face,” your back arching as he yanks you by your hair. “Show them who you’re a slut for.”

Teary eyed, mouth agape, your arms shakily holding you up again, drool starting to pool down your chin as he ruts in you deeper. He’s bullying your gummy walls with every rough thrust, the tip of his cock keeps catching that soft, spongey spot inside you. 

The hand not in your hair snakes around your throat. Not yet choking. His fingertips slightly pressing in, reminding you of what he could do. 

You have a comment on the tip of your tongue. You think you do. But his hips driving into yours steals the air from your lungs. And now, you could really only focus on your thighs shaking, your arms completely giving out. You collapse into the sheets, drool soaking the fabric along with your slick between your legs. 

He leans over you, chest brushing your back, his breath heavy as it hits the top of your spine. You feel just how deep he’s in you in this position. You feel his lips leave the lightest kiss on your shoulder blade, your head turning to the side to meet his eyes. Then, he bites into the curve of your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. His hips don’t slow for a second — just keep grinding, brutal and deep.

“Cum in me,” you’re babbling. Moans and desperate mewls as you struggle to keep up with his brutal pace. Your hips barely backing into his before he’s thrusting harshly into your pussy. 

“No shit,” he huffs, his breath still fanning where he just bit you. “Creampie did win. I’m fair.”

His thrusts get sloppier, his heavy ballsack hitting your clit as he continues to fuck into you. His hips are still snapping into yours, but more desperate . Less control, like he’s chasing your high and his. 

He lowly groans your name in your ear. His teeth grazing your ear lobe. 

Then it hits. The room gets all white, Sukuna feels heavier on top of your back. One final thrust that causes a sharp cry out of you and a rough groan from him. You feel him bottom out, his thick cock pulsing inside of you. You feel the warmth as he spills in you, filling you so full, your stomach flutters.

“Fuck,” he grits out. The hand still on your throat slightly squeezing, the other one gripping your hip. Like he’s grounding himself to your limp body on your shared bed. 

You’re both panting, so you don’t register him pulling out until you feel the slow, thick slide of cum leaking from your pussy. A gush of warmth trailing down your thighs. An airy whimper leaving your lips. 

“Turn over,” he mutters, his strong hands already guiding you. 

You whimper, your thighs shaky and soaked. You blink up at him as he ‘softly’ manhandles you, your back meeting the bed with a plop. His eyes are determined. He gets like this whenever he thinks of another shot. 

He reaches back for the camera. His free hand grabbing your thigh as he starts to inch down on the bed. His chest guiding along your body.

Your thighs press together, sticky with his cum and your slick. Twitches and trembles rack your legs, his hand still on your thigh, gripping. You’re a mess, you don’t even have to watch the video back to know that. 

With his face, once again, mere inches away from your pussy. He angles the camera to get the perfect shot of your wrecked pussy. His hand roughly shoving your thigh open, hooking it over his shoulder.

No warning, you feel his fingers. Two of them — his index and middle finger roughing sliding through your folds. No easing them in, just his cum and slick being fucked back into you. 

You watch as his hand not pumping into your pussy grabs the camera so he could move it closer. He shows the camera how perfectly you stretch around him, fingers pumping slow. 

You drop from your elbows, your eyes shutting. A moan escaping your dry lips. The squelching of your pussy is loud and obscene. 

“A whore filled to the brim.” He mutters, his voice low and mean. “You love me stuffing you, huh?” 

You nod, barely thinking, barely hearing him honestly. 

Then, when you’re sure you’re about to cum for the second time. His fingers slip out, a wet noise following their escape. You lift your head — watching him eye his fingers that are covered in his cum and your slick. He moves the camera along to show his fingers. 

His eyes on yours, he brings his fingers to his mouth. His tongue swirling over his fingers. Like he’s licking his favorite ice cream flavor off the spoon. 

He moves up the bed, his movements slow and haunting. His body hovering over yours. The fingers that were just in your cunt are harshly tapping your chin. 

You open your mouth — tongue out, needy, eyes locked on his. 

He smirks, letting everything be lapped up, fall. 

He spits it straight into your mouth — a warm mix of his thick release and your own slick. He watches it pool on your tongue before you swallow, moaning around it. Your eyes never leave the other — even with the camera acting as a barrier between you. 

“Fuck,” he smirks. His voice caught somewhere between wrecked and proud. The camera dropping out of his hands as he leans towards you. “Maybe they made the right decision.” 

One of his hands grabs onto your chin, pulling your face to his. His lips are instantly locking with yours. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, messy and claiming. His teeth nipping into your bottom lip as his other hands grips into your hair, pushing you even closer. 

He pulls away, both of you breathing heavy. Your spit on his lips and his on yours. You don’t miss the way his shit eating grin has became that soft smile he reserved for you. 

“You good baby?” He hums against your lips. You can’t help but smile.

“Mhm,” you hum, your forehead meeting his heaving chest. 

One hand still cradling your face, the other tangled in your hair. You have to remind yourself to get this clip before he edits the video. Just for you. So you could go back to it whenever you want. 

You shift your head so that your eyes could meet his hazed ones. 

“We could do anal next time,” you whisper. His eyebrows shoot up in anticipation. You fight the giggle wanting to escape. “Under one condition.”

“It’s not going to be normal,” he rolls his eyes. His sigh is long and heavy. You can’t help but laugh. Your hand running along his rib cage. 

“I’ll be a sexy tree. Like a super sexy Ginkgo tree.” 

“For fucks sake.” 

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blueyedemon 😈: I would suck him off just to get a hint of a taste of her 

yn: pass 

maskedfreak: kinda mad she didn’t go tree 

yn : watch National Geographic or something weird fuck

guruonmyknob: ngl I know I could fuck her better

yn: 35.7274457, 139.7337452 

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“Sukuna, did you seriously just reply with someone’s geographical coordinates?” 

skipped the fluff (for now) and went to smut… it’s your turn! @edensrose

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A freckled woman scrolled on her phone, her nails clacking against her phone screen gently. Her eyes scanned over a profile,

(Y/N) freaking (L/N).

A loser with little to no followers but somehow in a relationship with the hottest man she had ever seen.

She huffed out her nose, her hand playing with a delicately curled strand of her light brown hair. She clicked on your newest photo.

There you were, with that beautiful man again, he smiled at the camera delicately, the sunlight kissing his sharp features, the crystal of his thin rimmed glasses catching the light in a way that would suit a model.

She scrolled lower, this time the both of you were in some type of snowy place, white all around the both of you, a pretty snowflake on the tip of your nose. That wasn’t what caught her eye, heavens no, someone as boring and.. average as you could never even hold a candle to her.

But, your boyfriend. His pretty pink lips pressed up against your cheek, a soft flush spreading over his pale cheeks, his skin almost as white as the snow around him. She stared at his lips for what felt like hours, she saw how the corners of his mouth quirked up into a little smile, obviously enjoying the moment of tenderness with you.

Roma shut off her phone, throwing it on her bed as she got up, peeling her past boy toy’s hoodie off her body. 

She had seen that you were going out today, you had posted a photo of yourself at a mall. That must be your activity for today.

She went through her closet, her hands moving across different articles of clothing with distinct colors, textures and patterns.

She picked out an off shoulder top and some skin tight bootcut jeans, golden jewelry decorating her soft skin.

Roma looked at herself in the mirror, her makeup was perfect. Alluring, sexy and refined. She smiled a little, running her tongue over her carmine red lips.

The shopping center was filled with people, full but not the point it would feel uncomfortable or stuffy. You latched onto Alejandro’s arm, cheek pressed against his shoulder as the both of you navigated the mall.

He gazed down at you for a moment, he could stare at you until his eyes dried up and he went blind, it wasn’t even a challenge for him, he would do it without a protest as if it was just another day.

He sighed contentedly, this was perfect, the perfect moment with you. He nuzzled against your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

You pointed and awed at different things, whether it was an item of clothing, a book or a cute plushie. The male added each item to his mental list of items he would get you this weekend.

It was all fine, all was well until someone approached you, slightly taller than you, not quite reaching his height though.

“Oh my god! Is that my little (Y/N)?” A sultry voice called out, moving closer to the both of you. 

You furrowed your brows for a moment, arms letting go from your boyfriend to wrap around yourself subconsciously.

You didn’t even notice but someone else did, the man accompanying you did. His eyes narrowed in thought, something was wrong.

..Was it that woman?

“O-Oh.. Hey, Roma!..” You strained a smile, your own hands rubbing your elbow gently.

Roma smiled cunningly, noticing how your body language was closed. How she loved that look on you, that insecurity made her strive.

“And who is this?~” she purred, leaning closer to your partner, licking her lips suggestively, her long eyelashes fluttering.

Holy shit, this was your significant other? How were you even able to pull him? 

Behind thin silver frames, eyes like ruby gems peered down at her, silky hair draping over one shoulder, the slightest intimidating tilt of his head telling her to stay at a distance.

Alejandro was not impressed, his arm curled into the inside your bicep, hugging your arm close to his chest. 

He subtly raised a brow. He hadn’t ever heard of her, but he did see that you scrolled on her page once in a while, although all she ever posted was her body in clothing you can barely consider as decent one.

“Uh. This is Alejandro, my boyfr—“ 

“Husband. I’m her Husband.” Alejandro cut you off sharply, nails gently pressing into your skin.

“..Is that so?” Rome asked, well this was even better! He had done his vows, wouldn’t it be wonderful if he were to break them with your own ‘best friend’?

“You wouldn’t mind if I joined you both would you?” The pretty girl smiled innocently, wedging herself between the two of you, nails indiscreetly raking down his forearm to the back of his hand, her long fingers ghosting over his veins.

“Yes, we would mind.” Alejandro immediately responded, not taking even a moment to think it over, snatching his arm away as if he had been burned by fire. 

You frowned, knowing that this moment would come, Roma always had this habit of being a home wrecker. But it seemed that your partner didn’t even bat an eyelash her way, completely uninterested and repulsed.

He moved to your side, grabbing your hand forcefully and pressing it on his waist, his arm rested on your shoulder.

He glared at Roma with disgust, did she not get the fucking hint? 

The woman was not affected though, so he was a mean one? God, that just made her panties wet.

The three of you walked about, a cycle going on and on, Roma trying to openly flirt with Alejandro, him saying something absolutely awful to her, then clinging on to you. The cycle went on and on.

You were on the verge of tears, this was supposed to be a fun day out with the man you loved but it had been spoiled by your worst enemy.

You had begun to feel that burning sensation in the back of your throat, the corners of your lips beginning to twitch.

“I-I’m going to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” You squeaked out, finally sniffing as you brought your hand up to press against your mouth and nose.

The obsessed man began to chase after you like a lost puppy following its master, however he was stopped as a certain flirtatious woman appeared, hugging his mid section, full breasts pressed against his back.

If he had a knife with him right now, he would have impelled it right between her eyes.

He almost bashed her head into the wall next to him as he realized that she had no bra on, feeling the prick of her nipples against his lower back.

“Let go of me you insolent bitch.” He snarled, elbowing her in the side roughly, trying not to make a scene in public.

She giggled, as if not having heard him. Holding her hands up in mock surrender. Was he like this in bed too? Oh how she couldn’t wait until she had him under the sheets.

You wiped your tears, knees hugged against your chest as you hiccuped tears out. 

This was not fair, just when you had something going for you, that woman had to swoop in and ruin it for you.

She had everything always, ever since the two of you were girls she had always been the better one, she had developed early and like a beautiful blooming flower, you still didn’t even know if you had developed at your big age.

You flinched as you heard a soft knock on your stall door, the soft but deep voice of your boyfriend softly speaking to you.

“Sweetheart.. I’m sorry this happened, I understand why you’re upset. I..I am trying my best to keep your friend in check, but I know it’s hard for you to see her hitting on me. It’s frankly irritating me too. Can you please open the door?” 

You gently pushed the stall door open, wiping your eyes with your sleeve, not waiting a minute more, you ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Alejandro sighed softly, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “Awh.. poor baby..” He cooed, gently smoothing down your hair and placing a chaste kiss on the crown of your head.

His hands found your face, gently cupping his hands around your cheeks as he raised your head with them. His thumbs gently brushing against the drying tear streaks along your apple of your cheeks.

“Look at me.” He whispered lovingly, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. 

“I love you so much. You know that. I love you so damn much I wouldn’t think twice about burning this place down to the ground.” He offered a sweet smile, something only reserved for you.

Your hands came up to cup over his own that were gently holding your face, wrapping around his bigger ones.

“I have never seen you jealous. I don’t want you to be, that’s my job. Believe me that I would never, never ever in a lifetime betray you with anyone, not even if I was dying.” 

His hands dragged yours down, to wrap around his waist. 

“I am yours.” He quietly uttered, only for your ears to hear.

“My body is yours.” 

“All yours.” He whispered, dragging your hands lower to his hips “This is yours.”

Then shifting them higher to his chest, closing your hands over his pectorals. “This is yours.”

Finally, he put your hands over his heart, his heartbeat pounding under your hand firmly, steady, controlled, at ease. 

“And most importantly, my heart is yours.” He said louder, closing his eyes for a moment, a soft blush reddening his cheekbones.

His arms embraced you again, pressing you so hard against his own body you might think he was trying to mold your bodies into one.

“Let’s go home, okay?” He interlaced his fingers with yours, gently pulling you out of the bathroom and into the corridor.

He glanced down at you, gently bumping his hip closer to yours, you were a sensitive little thing, now he knew that. 

He thought all his rivals had been eliminated, however a slimy worm had slipped between his fingers. 

Alejandro needed a new method of extermination.

He had found a shiny red axe under a bed, brand new and gleaming under the light ominously. 

Now Alejandro has a new Roma shaped target to try out too.

@madam8 Hey!!! I saw your ask and wanted to answer it so here you go!!! It’s brief but I hope I wrote your ask in an okay way!!

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Eyes of the Gods Masterlist - Complete

Pairing - Caracalla x fem!Reader, Geta x fem!Reader, Caracalla x fem!Reader x Geta

Summary - It takes only once for them to notice you. Nothing will be the same after you have caught the eyes of gods.

Warnings - minors dni, 18+, unedited, blood, background character death, gladiator fighting, dub-con, pining, obsessive affection, historical inaccuracies, mentions of past domestic violence + child abuse, induced vomiting, reader is intoxicated at certain points, threesome, possessive/obsessive/unhealthy relationships and behaviours, attempted murder, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage (not reader’s),more to be added

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Mood board

Helpful Info

. Caracalla does not have syphilis in this fic - his illness is more so caused by issues at birth

. Questions/asks I have been sent about this fic are tagged with- #eyes of the gods asks - in case you want to read more tidbits and other people’s thoughts

. Lotsss of mentions of pregnancy + breeding kink but we will not actually see the Reader pregnant/giving birth (apart from one-shots) for those who hate pregnancy trope

pictures from radio times article and google

I do not give permission for any of my works to be posted elsewhere

ao3 - cherrysweetswrites

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(Smut) Fic Recs

Pedro Pascal characters, including Javier Peña, (mostly) Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Oberyn Martell, Marcus Acacius, and Lucien de Leon.

fic recs from a girl who spends too much time reading smut.

WARNING: PLEASE read the warnings on these fics; almost all of them contain smut, dark themes, and other sensitive topics. read at your own risk. EXPLICIT 18+, MDNI.

Javier Peña

One-Shots:

FYBF by @almostempty | javier x f!reader

Just Friends by @punkshort | Javier Peña x f!reader

Maneater by @probablyreadinsmut | Javier Peña X Afab!Reader

Murphy’s Sister by @absurdthirst | Javier Peña x F!Reader

Not So Secret Santa by @lincolndjarin | javier peña x fem!reader

Purgatory by @gothcsz | Javier Peña x Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Strangers by @joelmillerisapunk | Stripper!Javier Peña x f!reader

Series:

Thoroughfare by @gothcsz | Javier Peña x Original Female Character | (Ongoing)

★ my fav fic. you should read it & everything else by Kat!

Fantasize by gothcsz | javier peña x fem!reader | (Ongoing)

Neighbors by gothcsz | javier peña x f!reader | (Complete)

Salvatore by @devilmademewriteit | javier peña x afab!fem!reader | (Last updated 03/2023)

(Un)Faithful by probablyreadinsmut | Rbf!Javier Peña x Married F!Reader | (Ongoing)

Unscripted Desire by gothcsz | Pornstar!Javier x Pornstar!OFC x Fem!Reader | (Ongoing)

Joel Miller

One-Shots:

blurred lines by stellamarielu | joel miller x female reader

But daddy, I love him! by @sanarsi | older boyfriend!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Cherub by @thechaoticcherub | Priest!Joel Miller x reader

Dusk by gothcsz | No outbreak!Joel x Fem!Reader

Euphoria by sanarsi | professor!Joel Miller x student!f!Reader

For Cryin’ Out Loud by @gracieheartspedro | post-outbreak! joel miller x fem!reader

handsy by @stellamarielu | joel miller x female reader

I'm Happy Where The Devils Are by @dilf-docs | dbf!joel miller x younger!reader

Just This Once by punkshort | dbf!joel miller x f!reader

love thy neighbour by @ace-turned-confused | joel miller x f!reader

Middle of the Night by @frannyzooey | Joel Miller x f!Reader

Not Your Daddy by @celiababy | Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

october's end. by @salingers | joel miller x f!reader

room for three by @morning-star-joy | joel miller x f!reader x arthur morgan

The Christmas Auction by absurdthirst | Joel Miller x F!Reader

TRICK OR TREAT by @maiamore | No outbreak!Joel x Fem!Reader

Tomb rider by @joelspeach | dbf!Joel x female reader

feels so right by @fake-bleach | dbf!joel miller x reader

You're a Daydream, Stay A While by dilf-docs | joel miller x younger!reader

Series:

cowboy like me by @macfrog | dbf!joel miller x f!reader | (Complete)

Dark Shades of Innocence by @mermaidgirl30 | club owner/pleasure dom! Joel x fem! reader | (Complete)

Fourth of July by jrrmint | dbf!joel miller x f!reader | (AO3 Complete)

Give in Again by @pocketfullofkouhuns | No-outbreak!Joel x f!reader | (Complete)

i'll be home for christmas by punkshort | (Hallmark) Joel Miller x f!reader | (Complete)

My Burning Sun Will Someday Rise by @littlcdarlin | DBFJoel x f!Reader | (Complete)

right kind of dream by almostempty | joel miller x f!reader | (Complete)

slasher joel by @toxicanonymity | dark!Joel Miller x f!reader | (Complete)

Smooth Operator by @penascigarette | Joel Miller x F!Phone Sex Worker | (Ongoing)

swept away by punkshort | Joel Miller x f!reader | (Season 2 ongoing)

The F*CK IT LIST by @auteurdelabre | DBFJoel x f!Reader | (Ongoing)

unbeneath and you under my skin. by @tokkiwrites | mom's fiancé/bf! joel miller x f! | (Ongoing, last updated 11/2024)

worship by @mssalo | Joel Miller x married!f!Reader | (Complete)

i’ve read a lot more joel miller smut than i could’ve ever anticipated (ily dbf!joel)

Frankie Morales

Series:

The boyfriend act by @capuccinodoll | Frankie Morales x F!reader | (Ongoing)

Oberyn Martell

One-Shots:

The Watcher by absurdthirst | Modern!Oberyn Martell x F!Reader x Ellaria Sand

What’s Love Got to Do with It by almostempty | oberyn x f!reader

Marcus Acacius

One-Shots:

III by gothcsz | Marcus Acacius x Fem!Reader x Lucius Verus Aurelius

Blood Favor by @pedgito | Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Prima Nocta by @fuckyeahdindjarin | Marcus Acacius x F!Reader

The Farmer's Daughter by punkshort | Marcus Acacius x f!reader

The Future of Rome by absurdthirst | Marcus Acacius x F!Reader

Lucien de Leon

One-Shots:

Shameless by @milla-frenchy | Lucien de Leon x fem reader

there are some of the fics i've read and enjoyed since getting back into fanfiction in july 2024. it's a lot more than i expected, approximately 55. ill be posting monthly fic recs beginning march 2025.

thank you to all these fantastic authors who keep me up at night as i consume unreasonable amounts of smut. you're all amazing <3

dividers by @enchanthings

(updated 7/3/2025)

[vampmira]

open up what you got in your mind to me. [pt.2 – saja boys.]

they've never met someone like you — a mortal who almost knew them .. better than they knew themselves. for the boys, it's annoyingly intriguing. for the girls, it's comforting.

paring(s): huntrix & saja boys x demon expert!gn!reader

warning(s:) EVERYTHING IN HERE IS A PART TWO TO THIS !! some movie changes, probably effected lore that makes no sense for the sake of the narrative, a little angst at the beginning

request | tags: @blueberrysquire @akariis4snowball @j0ykill

a/n: this is part 2 !! i had sooo many ideas for huntrix that i had to make another part for the saja boys so that it wasn't so long . this part isn't as good but i liked it so ☆☆☆

that night huntrix defeated gwima was a blur. all you remember was the zombie mob of fans, half of the fight, and the use of your aura vision to raise the saja boys above the honmoon before it glimmered in gold. jinu, who gave his newly found soul for rumi, was practically reincarnated through her sword – standing in front of her post-concert, arms open for her to fall into with tears from the both of them. everyone else? well, they felt lost.

the saja boys weren't sure what to do anymore. jinu was overjoyed, of course, but the boys knew nothing more beyond gwima and their mission. they didn't care much about music, nor their fans – which huntrix still couldn't wrap their minds around – and it's not like they had secret human hobbies. they never had time for that. until now.

post-gwima, they stayed in an apartment near the huntrix penthouse, trying to figure out their new lives. for the most part, they spent most of their time under your watch – to make sure they didn't go cause chaos – but also .. under your study.

you were weird to them

they weren't used to someone other than them.. knowing them

their capabilities, their knowledge, their origins.

actually jinu found your extensive understanding of what he is to be kind of comforting

he noticed how you never really drooled over them

you'd stare, sure, but in the same way an art critic would stare at a painted blue canvas with a smeared red dot in the middle

he felt like that red dot – unexplained but you somehow understood

when he told you about his past, it was a lot for him – talking about his cruel choice

but you.. didn't judge him.

in fact, you wrote it down in your notebook immediately, the one you never let the boys get too close to

he accepted you into his life when he entertained your interest in his history

unlike him, however, the other boys were uninterested

at first anyway

thank jinu for getting them to talk to you btw

it took a little bit of convincing – telling them that you wanted to give them something more than just gwima

even though they didn't want it ...

REGARDLESS they hang out around the penthouse

because they're no longer saja boys (uninterested and unsupported by any demon staff anymore)

they really had nothing to do but mildly annoy your personal space

including being the center of your attention when the girls are out

mira gave you one rule, "living room and bathroom. only." and you've succeeded so far. abby and romance were talking by the large scale windows, mystery was playing some game with baby (and obviously winning), and jinu sat in the middle of the couch, watching whatever movie rumi put on for him. you sat beside him, sketching in your one and only personal researcher book. your pencil drew out what you felt like was the final line in mystery's hair ... before you huffed, erasing it, and trying again.

that was... until the littlest demon startled you.

"mystery, they're drawing you." bored of his game, baby peered over your shoulder, only passively curious and really wanting to mess with you. heads turned at your exposure to the room, especially jinu, who looked over your other shoulder at the sketch you did of him earlier.

"you're.. sketching us?" the direct ask made you a bit nervous, especially being under so many eyes. (kind of. mystery was more just.. generally facing your direction.) "'weakness.. chest?' are you taking notes on us?" you stood up, nearly defensive, turning around to face the couch trio.

"if it weren't for your old friends, i wouldn't have to write it all down again." the boys went quiet, remembering the origin of your knowledge and powers. "i'm just.. tired of keeping it all inside. i need to get it out somewhere."

romance, true to his name, leaned over your shoulder, putting you both in a proximity much closer than you've ever had to experience before.

"then why don't we do something.. a little more fun .. to help you get it all out?"

normally sentences like that from him sound way more suggestive than he means them to be

but this time he came up with an actual solution to release your closed up, ready-to-pop-out-of-your-skin knowledge

they gave you a one way trip to infodump station ! an interview !

they wanted to learn more about you anyways

their fellow demons down below were the ones to wipe out your ancestors

not them

and they make sure you know it too

but they can't help but feel .. a little, tiny bit bad that you're now just a living library

a time capsule, holding onto so much information that you're about to burst 24/7

they had never met a researcher honestly

you intrigued them as much as they did for you

how much did you really know ?? did you know anything or is all this antsy behavior a ploy to make it look like you knew everything when you really knew nothing ??

their disguises were perfectly created to make every little fan fall for their attractiveness the second they looked at the boys

but you never drooled at them or had your eyes pop out of your head

you just always... stared. processing. tracing mindfully.

they didn't know what you were really abut. but they were about to find out. and really test your persona.

romance sat relaced in a chair as you circled him, pencil taking note of everything you noticed. how his markings were sharp, not rounded like rivers, how his skin was cooled, not burning hot. all things you already knew, but you found small comfort in knowing not much changed. you took a deep breath around his hair, nose scrunching up. he smiled, taking your cheek in his hand.

"new cologne." his voice was smooth, gentle. traditionally alluring. "just for you. do you like it?" he turned up his flirtatiousness, pulling you in closely, testing the waters of your focus.. before you turned away to start writing, completely uneffected.

"so many generations and you guys still smell like flames.." you mumbled to yourself.

"would you rather we smell like bubblegum?" baby tried to sass you, but you were too focused on the sharpness of his teeth to care. you stepped towards him, eyes widened.

"can demons still tear apart brick with the force of their canines?" you asked, rather close to his face. for a moment, he almost felt like the flustered one.

"yes..? no? i-i don't know." he crossed his arms, childishly. "i don't go around biting bricks." you jot it down still as you move towards abby. he's deeply relaxed, leaning back on the couch, comfortable shirt riding up to expose his famously toned abs. your eyes trail off of your notebook and they think.. they've got you.

"like what you see?" he teases. "you can touch them, you know." a bold move that brings you closer, nails tracing his skin. they're almost disappointed that abby is the one who stole your attention.. before they realize you're attention isn't stolen at all. you're drawing his markings with careful detail.

"where did yours come from? rumi's started forming on her arm when she was a kid, but they haven't reached her stomach yet. they grow with time, right? how old would that make you then..?" you dissolve into mutters they can barely decipher. "oh!! mystery!" he almost jumps behind the couch when you race over to him, making jinu laugh from the sidelines of their attempts to flirt with you. "i've never seen a demon sparkle! that's new.. is that just you? or is there a whole subspecies of sparkling demons? or is it your human disguise..?" your questions nearly overwhelm him, enough to make him forget how he's supposed to flirt with you, but romance pulls you away, whispering in your ear.

"it's not just him." he smiles, hand on your shoulder. "you're sparkling, too, sweetheart." if anyone could fluster anyone, it'd be him, even if it takes two rounds. his thumb runs against your chin. "you look so cute in this lighting, like a rose."

"speaking of which, what's the flora like down there? are there any? do they eat demons or are they like.. regular flowers? we knew more of demons than of gwima's realm. did they smell? i bet they might have.. would it be nostalgic or torturing?"

the boys share a look, and sigh. you went off into high speed muttering again.

you really were everything you said

uninterested in their flirts and more in knowledge

that almost made them like you more..

in the following times after the interview, they greeted you a bit more casually – sometimes cheerfully, asking if you had any new drawings or trivia you wanted to get off your chest

how did you . tame them !? does the whole hard to get thing actually work !?

it confused the girls wildly

but to see them adjusting to being here through someone who actually understood them instead of lying around, empty and lost, was a pick-me-up in the mornings

one morning, after being delivered a coffee, handsigned by the boys, you felt something click in your head, a sensation you had never felt before, and reached to put it in your notebook immediately

"demons, when properly befriended, like to be understood. they brought me coffee. do demons like coffee??"

[bluukive]

mdni, silly reader x Nanami, Nanami sends a bulge pic eventually

The lighting is dim, and Nanami pulls off his tie with deft fingers on camera. The unfamiliar backdrop of a hotel lingers around him, reminding you of the distance between you both.

"I’m only here until Tuesday," he murmurs. His voice is low and calm as always, a gentle reassurance over the phone. "I’ll be back before you know it."

You groan dramatically on your end of the phone, burying your face into the pillow that smells just like him. “That's ageees away. I've already forgotten what your real face looks like.”

Nanami arches a perfect brow, watching you in quiet amusement. “We're on FaceTime.”

"So? I swear I can count the number of pixels on the screen."

He sighs, tired eyes crinkling ever so slightly with a hint of laughter. “I assure you I’m made up of more than a few pixels. You're the one who's glitching on me."

“That just means your phone is worse than mine," you try arguing back, eyes rolling hard enough for the man to see.

A fond chuckle rumbles through the speaker. “If you insist, dear."

There’s a beat of silence, one that is comfortable to you both. Nanami watches as you lay on your stomach, your legs swinging gently. You both study each other for a minute, a wave of affection hitting you both.

Then you open your mouth.

"Sooo, like... would you slap your tip against the camera—"

He doesn’t even blink. “No.”

“But it'd be cool if—"

“No.”

“Cmon, for me?"

“I am not entertaining this behaviour."

“You're so far away from me, Ken! I'm trying to feel close to you."

“You’re going to take a screenshot."

You don't deny these accusations, instead cackling into your pillow as Nanami rubs his forehead.

“I worry about you, you know?” he mutters, a deadpan expression on his face. “It hasn't even been a day since I've left, and this is the state you’re in.”

“Okay, clearly you don't love me."

"You're putting words in my mouth—"

"When it should be your fat cock in mine instead."

Nanami freezes, a long exhale leaving his mouth slowly. A familiar tint of pink reached his ears. “I’m ending the call, goodnight."

“Just one lil slap, please?" You sat up and pleaded, head bowed and hands clutching each other whilst you fought back the cheesiest grin.

Click.

The screen goes black.

You blink, staring at your phone. The audacity!

But then, an image comes in. The phone is angled up, highlighting the obvious bulge forming in Nanami's slacks. You can see the lower half of his face. You can see the way his lips are parted in an almost embarrassed grimace, yet he's enjoying this.

A single text followed.

Minx.

[ontherunnt]

Price with a sleeptalking partner

pairing: John Price x reader

wc: 903

warnings: none

John Price had never been a heavy sleeper. 

While it was a part of himself that had been apparent to him since before his time in the military, it would be foolish to say it didn’t play an important role in it. He rarely got more than a couple of hours of sleep, which his body had adapted to over the years—not without putting up a fight, that is. 

He’d always struggled with the civvie life. Before you came into his life—a whirlwind of colour and a warmth he did not believe himself capable of deserving—he’d hated sleeping outside of the comfort of his quarters. His house was suffocating in its quiet loudness.

He had become acquaintances with the cat who rummaged through his trash at three in the morning, on the dot. He still woke up whenever the fridge clicked without explanation in the middle of the night—that sharp, sudden noise that had him shoving a hand under his pillow before he could even process the fact that he didn’t need to aim his gun at an electrical appliance. The electrical line that had been busted for almost three months, constantly emitting a loud but sharp buzzing noise, had pushed him to the edge. 

Then you’d come along. Quietly, sneakily—like mould. And, God help him, he’d never been more grateful for anything in his life. A toothbrush here, spare socks there, your things all over his house. What could only be described as a parasitic infestation had never felt better. 

Along with your banter over lunch and your tea in his cupboard, came your…peculiar nightly habits. 

He’d heard of sleeptalkers, of course. He was guilty of his own nonsensical mumbling late at night after a string of stressful ops. But what you did wasn’t mumble or whisper softly—it was borderline paranormal. 

The first night he got to witness it, you were jolted awake by the sudden weight laid over your neck. His forearm pressed against your neck, gone as fast as it had appeared. You blinked once in shock, unsure as to what the hell had happened and if you had imagined it in the first place. It’d been John, the following morning, who recalled the events for you.

“Thought someone had broken in,” he mumbled, and if you hadn’t known any better you would’ve sworn he was mad at you. “Scared the shit outta me, love.”

He acclimated—unwillingly. While his military instincts were hard to quiet down, he become almost fond of the late-night conversations and complete lunacy that came out of your mouth whenever midnight rolled around. 

That night, he was woken up by the sound of you arguing with someone who had quickly become Price’s number one nemesis. 

“Colonel Duck,” you whispered with a frown on your face. “This was discussed in the briefing.”

John woke the way he usually did once his body had learned to recognize your nightly conversations as non-threatening—groggily, slow, exhausted. He lay on his side, propping himself up on his elbow while his other hand rested above your stomach. Your shirt, caught in sheets and whatever else you had done to it through the night, lifted to reveal your cold skin. He flattened his palm over your stomach as he stiffened a yawn. 

Outside, only the sound of a nearby creek and crickets were carried by the wind. Inside, Price watched as your nose scrunched at whatever this colonel had dared say to you—a civilian whose only contact with the army was through whatever the man shared with you.

He dragged his palm closer to your waist, twisting you effortlessly so that your chest would be pressed against his. He nuzzled your neck, his beard scratching the sensitive skin in a way that earned a faint laugh from your otherwise serious façade. 

“John, do something,” you whined against his ear. “He won’t listen.”

Despite the exhaustion, he chuckled against your neck. He pressed a quick, albeit soft, kiss to your jaw before pulling away, feeling the tiredness that clung to his bones slowly bleed into his muscles. 

“M’afraid I can’t, love,” he whispered. “He’s a colonel.”

John’s smile widened at the sight of your pout—so genuine and upset he almost asked Laswell to dig through whatever archives needed to be dug to find this Colonel Duck who had plagued your dreams for the past two months. 

Your arm slid over his waist as you finally closed the distance between you. You muttered something he couldn’t hear, even in the silent room, before burying your nose in the crook of his neck. He chuckled—low and revibrating against your chest. 

“He’s drunk on power,” you mumbled with that voice he’d come to recognize as your finally going back to sleep voice. 

John laughed, then sighed at the feeling of your body going limp beneath him. He felt your hair against his chin and your breath against his skin. His fingers dug into your hip as his lips found your forehead. 

“We’ll report him,” he assured your sleeping form. 

He let his lips linger on your forehead for a beat longer before he let his head fall against the pillow again, arms safely wrapped around you. Your breathing evened, and he listened to it like a lull to fall asleep to. 

John Price had killed a general already. He’d take on a bloody colonel if needed.