#set timer until I draw him with his ass out

[blesby]

Holds these 3 like dolls and makes them kiss

[hungharrington]

Steve realizing his gf is stressed and forcing her to take a mid day break and she's just like babe I'm not in the mood and he's like ok let's take a break for 5 min a mere 5 min like u can def afford that and she's like fine and she sets a timer but by the time the 5 min r up Steve is already eating her out and he's like the timer is up and she's so into in and forgotten that she's like the what?? And Steve just chuckles smugly and goes back down

bro.... did u send this cos u know i've been stressed with grad school??? either way YUM i ate it tf up this was delicious thank you for gracing my inbox with it <3 fem!reader, 1.2k, MDNI this entire blog is 18+

As Steve sets his watch, your thoughts drift to the assignment sitting on your desk, due by the end of the week.

You really shouldn't be taking a break — you're not sure you can actually afford to. Well, your stress certainly makes it feel that way.

But Steve had badgered you lovingly with his wandering hands around your waist, fingers skirting beneath your shirt, and his hot kiss mouthing softly against your neck.

You probably shouldn't be taking a break but also, you're only human. Steve knows just how to press your buttons.

"I've set the timer," Steve murmurs, his voice somewhere behind you on the bed. His big hands smooth up your calves, pressing in his adoring intent. You can't see the heavy-lidded gaze he has, betraying a different intent. "Five minutes, okay?

"Okay," You agree tiredly, voice muffled into the pillow of your bed. "Work your magic, babe."

You're laying on your front, face pressed into pillow, your arms caged around your head. You're well and truly enjoying a moment to rest your eyes and you're betting it'll only get better when Steve starts his massage.

I mean, that's what you expect he meant when he begged you to let him 'help you relax' for five minutes.

Steve makes a little amused noise from behind you, fully intending on working a certain kind of magic.

His hands continue their slow peruse, his fingers spread wide and exploring the expanse of your thighs as they continue to slide up. He presses and soothes the muscles, getting you more relaxed with each touch. You huff a little sigh into the pillow, eyes sliding closed, and your body grows more pliant.

His hands keep moving up, up, up, until the fabric of your skirt is getting bunched up beneath them. Something nervous rises in your chest at the sudden new display of skin. Still, you don't move, almost eager to see what he does next.

Your face is still hidden away in the pillow when his hands begin to knead the skin where your thigh meets your ass. A soft, pleased noise wiggles loose in your chest.

Then—a ghost of a touch pulls a sudden small gasp from your lungs. A finger drags down the centre of your panties, just the slightest pressure.

"Yeah?" Steve probes gently, his voice low and raspy. The weight of his finger remains but he doesn't move it, waiting for your answer.

You're in two minds about it for only a split-second before your hair scrunches up as you nod your head against the pillow. The finger moves again, drawing down to trace over your clit lightly. Your face simmers with heat, even if you've done much nastier things with Steve before.

"Good girl," Steve praises. "Letting herself relax,"

His words sink into you, sweet as honey and warm as a sunbeam. Something twists low in your stomach and you have to resist the urge to readjust your thighs. If your face was simmering before, it's burning now.

Steve's hands move with a precision of well-known love. He knows what you like and he knows exactly how to get you riled up.

"Been working so hard, baby," He murmurs. "Know you have."

He continues his absentminded massage, hands rubbing and kneading the flesh of your ass. One finger always remains pressed against your core, petting against your slowly dampening panties in a way that makes you want to quiver. You bury your stuttering breaths into the pillow beneath you.

"Y'stop taking care of yourself, don't you?" You can barely focus on the questions as they drift out of Steve's mouth. Your eyes are closed again but this time in that growing lull of pleasure that's building up within you. "That's why I'm here though, isn't it? To help my girl relax,"

The damp spot on your panties grows under Steve's masterful strokes and soon, it's wet and sticky. You can't help but wonder if they're translucent but now—fuck, what pair are you even wearing? The thought melts away as Steve's skillful thumb finds your clit and draws a perfect circle around it, teasing you in just the way you like.

"Feelin' more relaxed?" Steve asks. You can't tell if you're imagining the smug tone in his voice but either way, he's a bastard for touching your clit and asking you a question at the same time.

You open your mouth to give an answer and let out a pitiful moan instead.

Glorious heat flames your face but you can't help how it fuels your mounting lust. He's driving you insane with these little touches.

"Good girl," Steve coos, as if your moan is the perfect answer to his question. You make another pathetic noise in response, feeling your hips rock back, desperate for a little more friction.

A disappointed whine creeps out when the touch is suddenly gone and Steve chuckles at the sound of it. "Won't be long, honey. Can you prop these up for me please?"

His hands have shifted, spread across to hold your hips lightly. You kick your legs up without question, enough to move them up, elevating your hips off the bed just barely.

Steve still gives you as praising noise, running his hands down your ass reverently. "That's it, baby. Doin' so good for me, aren't you?"

You're beyond words at this point so you answer him with another pitiful whimper. It's heaven to Steve's ears.

You hear the comforter on the bed rustle as Steve readjusts behind you and get all of a few seconds to wonder what before the heat of his breath ghosts along your inner thigh. Your tummy twists up in anticipation and you clench without thinking.

Steve chuckles again, his hands landing delicately on your either side of your hips once more.

He moves to grip a cheek in each hand and a lust-tinged embarrassment burns your face as he spreads you, your sopping cunt on display, shielded only by your soaked panties. A soft groan of appreciation pulls from his throat without permission.

"God, look at you," He murmurs.

One of his thumbs dips in, pressing beneath the elastic of your panties and moving to pull them to the side. A string of slick sticks to them and Steve groans again as he watching, this time louder. "Fuck, baby, you're soaked. Look at you, practically cryin' for it, aren't you?"

You whimper into the pillow, breath held as you wait in agony for Steve to do anything.

Faintly behind you, there's a small beep of a watch. Steve makes a disgruntled noise and shuffles for a moment, til the beeping stops.

"Five minutes, honey." He says, that almost smug tone to his words once more.

The words reach your ears but mean almost nothing to you. You have to resist the urge to arch your back and whine for him to keep going. But Steve won't have said that for nothing.

"W-What?" You manage to say, the word muffled into the pillow.

"Never mind, baby," He says, words dripping in a smugness that only drives up your body temperature. Your nipples peak in response and you feel your cunt aching for some touch. Steve obliges almost instantly, his thumb tracing down your folds. "Don’t worry bout it. You just sit there and take it like a good girl."

[naraven]

FALL IN FALL

synopsis: when you finally decide to go to the local flower shop for your latest client, what you didn't expect was for the part timer there to be cute. also he's somewhat of an asshole but that doesn't deter you from falling for him anyway.

an: yes that's right, i'm trying to write a series/set of drabbles on a brainrot that ruined me while i had covid! thanks for reading, you deserve a pat on the back for dealing with this.

cw: none, scara is a bit of a meanie, mc is big stupid(the self insert is real)

wc: 2.2k

Season comes and goes to return And love comes and goes to leave Memories come and go to stay still And that season has come back

It all started when the bell hanging from the glass door jingled, swinging back and forth to notify Kuni of a customer.

He echoes a small “Welcome in.” and let’s them go on about their business. They make no indication of whether they heard him or not.

He glances up to see who it is, then quickly looks away when he notices it’s not anyone he knows. They aren’t going straight to him, instead slowly wandering around the store aimlessly. He can sit and wait for them to finish whatever they’re doing and hope they leave him alone.

He looks toward the stranger in the shop two more times. First, to see them looking everywhere frantically, scouring the store for what they need. Second, to see them giving up and staring at a Cecilia for what seemed like 10 minutes at least. Kuni elected to ignore them from then on, thinking it better to just let them be. If they were going to be weird in his store, as long as they aren’t actively causing harm to him or the store it’s fine.

That was, until, he was checking on the newly delivered Rukkhashava Mushrooms and he heard a voice behind him, “Excuse me?”

He closes his eyes, sighing as quietly as he could through his mouth, before turning around with a small smile and asks “Yes?”

“Sorry to bother you, do you have any sweet flowers?

…Hmmm. Maybe he misheard. Would anyone try looking for the most common type of flower in the world in a flower shop? Why would you go out of your way to buy them in the first place?

“I’m sorry, did you say sweet flowers?”

With a completely straight face, they nod yes. He can feel his left eye twitch and has to hold himself back from audibly saying anything bad, thinking back to Auntie Nahida’s hour long scolding on how to treat strangers.

“I’m… Afraid we don’t. If you need sweet flowers, you could try a nearby park to see if there are any there.”

“Oh yeah.”

Kuni had to physically restrain himself from strangling this person. “OH YEAH” his ass, how did they not think of this before walking in here?? Did they not see any sweet flowers growing between the cracks in the sidewalk?

He suppresses his desire to wrangle the stranger by laughing lightly.

“Ahaha, it’s all good. Do you need anything else?”

“Do you have any… Kalpalata Lotuses, Padisarahs, and Dendrobiums? One of each.”

“…I’m sorry, we don’t sell individual flowers either.”

Kuni could feel the migraine setting in when he sees their brows furrow. He felt kind of bad, but you have to understand that he has never had to tell someone that they couldn’t buy sweet flowers. Here.

“Ok then, a bouquet with all three would be perfect. Is - Is that okay?”

Maybe his expression had changed into one that was too harsh, judging by the nervous grin he was presented. He sighs as the stranger in front of him brings their hand to the side of their neck, slowly rubbing against a strange pattern winding down their shoulder. He makes note of the dark blue, almost black drawing of a strange looking flower near their clavicle.

“That’s- fine. Please wait here.”

Kuni gathers some Kalpalata Lotuses and Dendrobiums out from the display while going to the back for a couple of Padisarahs. When he brings them out, he can see the person grabbing their wrist where a watch laid tightly against their skin. The cash register’s little ding! echoes across the store.

“Here you are. Your total is $13.56, are you paying with cash or credit?”

“Cash. Here you go.”

He watches them fish out a ten and five dollar bill, fingers touching against their gloved ones. He sees another pattern on their skin peaking out from beneath the glove, travelling up to about midway up their forearm. He fishes out the coins from the register and places it into their covered palms.

He hands over the freshly wrapped bouquet, watching as they hold it as if they were holding a persons’ face. Never in Kuni’s life had he seen anyone hold a bouquet so closely to their face without the intent to smell it.

He watches in morbid fascination as they walk out the shop with a fresh bouquet of the most contrasting colored flowers. But really, he can’t judge anyone’s favorite plants when his favorites were a strange looking mushroom.

~

The second time you enter into the flower shop across the street, you see the cute part-timer spraying some large leaves with gloved hands. You aren’t one to comment on how people look, but he looks as stunningly pretty as the last time. Maybe when you get closer to him you can ask what his skincare routine is.

You carefully close the door behind you, bell chiming charmingly in your ears. You see the part-timer turn his neck to see you and shove your hands into your pocket.

“I won’t waste as much of your time today, do you have any Qingxin and Glaze Lilies?”

His large eyes blink without any sort of indication of how he feels. Man, tough crowd as always.

“I’m afraid we’re out of Glaze Lilies at the moment. If you’d like, I can give some seeds for you instead?”

Oh, darn. And you kind of needed the Glaze Lilies more, too. The client booked two weeks on Thursday and it was Tuesday today.

“How fast do they grow? I need at least one within the next couple weeks.”

He closes his eyes to think, bringing a hand to his chin to think, and he gestures you over to the counter. You lean on your elbows to look at him rummage through a basket.

“If you want to see bulbs form, you should expect to see them in a year at least.” Oh. “Glaze Lilies are on the bigger side so they take about a year or two to fully bloom.”

Ok then growing is out of the question. You really, really didn’t want to be delegated to looking at image references again.

“Do you know when you’ll have Glaze Lilies in stock again?”

“It’s quite early in the month, so probably early next month? We had a big order of them pretty early on and we restock near the beginning of the month.”

Wow, fuck that random person who bought all the Glaze Lilies. Didn’t they know that you had clients to ink?? Your disappointment is immeasurable and your day is ruined.

“You look like you need Glaze Lilies pretty quickly. If you want, I can try and find some for you.”

Your savior speaks up in front of you. Man, did you look so pitiful as to warrant such a response from a part-timer?

“If it’s too much trouble to find a single flower, it’s ok. I’ll look elsewhere, but thank you for your offer.”

His eyes narrow and admittedly you simp harder, “You’re giving up that easily? You’re clearly in need of those lilies, I’ll give you your lilies.”

His dedication is admirable. As long as you get your hands on one, it should be ok, right? Captain shouldn’t be bothered as long as you do a good job at making the Glaze Lily come to life…

“If you insist. Really, part-timer, if it’s too much work don’t force yourself.”

Just as he’s about to retort, you chime in with a “Oh, but you can give me those Qingxin right now, right? Those’ll do for now.”

He sees your dismissiveness on the topic and sighs. He really does hate dealing with idiots, but just this once he’ll overlook how sad and pathetic you are for one flower.

“What could you possibly need a Glaze Lily for in the near future? Just to have something pretty to look at?”

This is your moment, “If I wanted that, I would just come here everyday to check out the cute part-timer that works here.”

Nailed it. You inwardly smirk at the slowly rising redness on the part-timer’s neck that would otherwise go unnoticed.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t say anything besides shove the small bouquet of Qingxin into your chest. He’s kind of shy, but you don’t mind the quiet ones. In fact, it’s all the more fun to see them sputter when you push the right buttons.

“That’s on the house. You can pay for them when you come back for the Glaze Lilies. Now go and do whatever you want with those flowers, it’s none of my business!”

You laugh as you skip towards the door. The bell rings out across and you can hear the sounds of the city louder than ever, tires skidding and peoples’ voices all turning into one cacophonous noise.

“It’s for a client! I’ll take a picture and show you when I’m done, part-timer!”

He sighs and looks as though he’s contemplating something. Just as you were about to leave, he calls out,

“My name isn’t part-timer, it’s Kuni! If you don’t come back and show me what you do with the flowers, I’m making you pay double the amount for those Qingxin!”

Now you really don’t want to know how much these Qingxin cost. Best to just not know for now, this is a problem that future you could figure out.

“Ok then, Kuni, I’ll show you my work in three weeks time! Until then, bye bye!~”

You run to the intersection and sprint to your humble abode, the Crux Parlor. Cradling the Qingxin given to you by Kuni, you greet the rest of your coworkers and rush to the back room to grab your sketch pencil and notebook.

It struck you that Kuni had no idea what you actually did for a living. You just suddenly burst into his store and demanded flowers from him. If someone walked into your store and demanded flowers from you, you’d understandably be kind of freaked out too.

As you grab one of the Qingxin, you stare at it and smell it. You’ve had Qingxin as herbs before, and the bitterness of it still lingers on your tongue when you think back to when you tasted the pasty white medicine. The smell, on the other hand, is rather mild. It smells rather fresh, since you watched Kuni cut it off from the stem, and also kind of…cool? It’s hard to verbalize, but you can’t say you hate it.

The petals are thinner than you thought they were but they don’t rip easily. Would Kuni like Qingxin? He seems to care for all the plants in the shop; he’s always watering or taking the plants in the back to the sun for the day. Such a busy body, that guy.

As you finally start sketching, you think back to how his eyes are always so expressive. His lavender colored irises always narrow when you say something stupid and his mouth is always twisting into a smug smirk or a flustered line. You noticed how he half bit his lips when you teased him a little earlier. How cute.

Oh, and now you have a full sketch of the cute part-timer. How simp-like of you. It looks way too good to just erase so you’ll just open up to a new page-

“Whozzat?”

You cover the sketch with your hands (like that did anything to cover it) but your dear manager rips your hand off and takes your notebook to look at the charcoal sketching.

“Beidouuu give it back! Right NOW!!”

Damn her and her giant muscly arms! Your stick thin limbs can barely even get past her shoulders, curse your genetic weakness!

“Is this the guy from the shop across the street you won’t shut up about? He’s cute, I say go for it!”

“That’s not the point, I just needed flowers from him!”

Beidou hits your forehead with your notebook, laughing at your face. You imagine this is how Kuni looked like when you teased him.

“Alright, but I thought you needed other flowers too? Where’re those?”

You tuck your notebook underneath your arm on the table, sighing as your flop down on your forearms, “He said they didn’t have any. I’m praying that he has some soon.”

Beidou hums loudly behind you and pats your shoulder way too hard. She talks about how you should shoot your shot but you’re still too embarrassed by her words to focus on what she’s saying. When she goes elsewhere to talk to your other coworkers, you peak into your notebook again to see Kuni’s face again. It makes you want to sketch another one of him.

Hm, you drew him too pretty for a sketch.

[simpforboys]

enchanted

she/her pronouns

summary: y/n and vinnie had liked each other for months until a new girl comes along.

warnings: angst, swear words

LISTEN TO ENCHANTED BY TAYLOR SWIFT!

y/n l/n and vinnie hacker; the rumored upcoming couple of tik tok.

after commenting on each other’s posts, flirting and teasing each other, their long awaited collab sent the entire internet into a spiral.

y/n and vinnie knew of each other’s feelings. how could they not? the constant touching, teasing, flirtatious behavior. they were drawn together.

everyone knew it too. the biggest influencer ship as of 2021, as stated on tik tok and twitter.

“vinnie, don’t you dare!” y/n gasped. the blond had picked her up, a wicked grin on his face as he got dangerously close to the pool.

“i swear, i’ll kick your ass!” y/n shouted, trying to squirm out of his reach. “tempting,” vinnie laughed.

vincent took a chance and jumped. y/n fell out of his arms as they hit the water, both coming up for air. “you’re dead, hacker!” y/n laughed, shoving vinnie underwater.

that was four months ago. y/n still smiles at the memory, until it becomes sour. a painful aching in her heart makes her stomach hurt as she can’t stop reliving the memories that took place a few weeks later.

y/n was in love with the blond. cliche, yes. but she couldn’t help it. his captivating smile, amazing personality, gorgeous looks. she fell hard.

of course, all good things end at some point.

that was until she came along. alex had introduced her to the hype house, saying she was thinking about joining.

y/n had her legs resting on vinnie’s lap, him drawing circles on her calves until alex came walking in. the way vinnie quickly pushed y/n’s legs off made her heart drop.

she was absolutely stunning. long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, slim body. y/n was even captivated by her.

she introduced herself as sarah and y/n knew she was done for. the way vinnie hugged her a little longer then he should have.

that was the first thing that did it for y/n. second was when he began cancelling their plans last minute, until he eventually just started standing her up.

y/n waited patiently at the restaurant, her leg bouncing anxiously as she picked at her finger nails. vinnie was 15 minutes late.

15 minutes soon turned into 45 until she realized he wasn’t coming.

y/n laid in her bed, a black hoodie covering her hair as some random movie played in the background. she despised how she still loved vinnie, even if she heard from him two times a week.

obviously, their lack of posting with each other quickly caused their fans to be suspicious. however, vinnie only posted sarah once (and it wasn’t even her full face).

y/n couldn’t help but let her thoughts roam about it. was he ashamed? embarrassed? he posted y/n more than that. maybe he was using her?

she went back to the video every few days, reading the comments. barely any of them supported it, and everyone picked up that it wasn’t y/n.

it was vinnie driving his rx7 with sarah’s tan legs in the background.

user3455: that ain’t y/n yall

vinniesfan20373: what happened with y/n :(

user0653: who the hell is that

y/n couldn’t help but feel… proud that everyone didn’t support them. selfish, she knows, but she can’t help it. vinnie hacker broke her heart.

y/n clicked on an audio, beginning the recording.

after setting a timer, she quickly got up from her bed and set in on her dresser. “please don’t be in love with someone else,” she folded her body as she danced.

petty, maybe. but she needed to vent. after adding the text, “we were never dating, idc what he does. also me:” she posted it without any hashtags.

within seconds, she already got hundreds of likes. her 11.2 million followers quickly got the video out. within two hours it had a million views.

y/n clicked on the comments.

y/nfan: this is about vinnie huh :(

user5057261: here for u bae <33

vinniehacker: :/

usedbag3937: @/vinnie you fumbled big time💀

hypehouse383728: miss u and vin 🥺

a ding caused y/n to feel her stomach twist in knots.

vin <3: can we talk?

y/n: come over

fifteen minutes later a knock on her apartment door caught her attention. opening the door, she sucked in a deep breath. vinnie looked… different.

he got more tattoos, his hair was longer. okay, maybe not that different, but it felt different.

“hi…”

“hey…”

-

vinnie and y/n awkwardly moved to the house.

“listen, y/n. i came here because i need to apologize for how i treated you. i guess-“ vinnie took a deep breath.

“i guess i was scared because i was so fucking in love with you. i needed a distraction- and as horrible as that sounds to both you and sarah-“

“vincent-“

“please, y/n. it absolutely terrified me that i actually had all i wanted in a partner, and i wussed out and ran away. i’ve changed and i’m so fucking sorry. i miss you so much,” vinnie was practically in tears as his lip quivered.

y/n felt her own bottom lip quivering, tears threatening to fall. “you broke my heart, vinnie. i was- fuck i still am- so in love with you. and you just left me for the next model girl that walked in,” y/n heard her voice break as she cried.

vinnie had tears rolling down his face. he took y/n’s hands in his own, trying to comfort himself and her in this vulnerable moment.

“i’m so sorry i treated you like shit. you didn’t deserve that,” vinnie said.

“i want you, y/n. i’m so ready to treat you like how you need and deserve to be treated, like the fucking goddess you are.”

y/n swallowed. did she want this?

“i need time, vinnie. i’m open to talking again- but how do i know you’re not gonna do this again?” she asked.

“i understand. i’ll prove to you i’m so ready for you, and i’m willing to wait forever if that’s how long you need. i love you, y/n. you’re worth whatever wait.”

that’s what y/n needed to hear in that moment.

“i’m so glad we met,” she sobbed. she pulled vinnie in tightly, cherishing the way she felt to be back in his strong and safe embrace.

“i’m forever grateful for you, y/n. it was hell to not have you in my life. i didn’t know what i had until it was gone.”

“i love you, vin.”

“i love you, y/n.”

[baekhansol]

Cake | S.CB

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dom!vampire!Changbing x f!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : vampire au + established relationship, smut | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature + explicit

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1545

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : You're trying to bake a cake, but Changbin is hungry and has other ideas.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : I know I meant to post this in October... but I hope you can still appreciate it now in December. I'm also considering making a tag list, so lmk if you'd be interested.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : sir kink (brief/dropped), subspace, oral, overstimulation, piv, unprotected sex (please don’t), marking, blood play (? idk changbin sucks your blood its sexy ig) - lmk if I need to add any!

“Baby, what are you doing?” Changbin asks, coming up behind you in the kitchen and grabbing your ass. He rests his chin on your shoulder, squeezing your soft flesh.

“Making a cake. What are you doing?” you ask, continuing to mix the batter.

“Touching my favorite butt,” he hums, kissing your neck.

“I can tell,” you laugh, pushing your ass against him. You grab the cake pan and begin to pour in the batter, feeling Changbin wrap his arms around your waist.

“Are you hungry?” you ask him, using a spatula to get out all of the batter.

“A little,” he admits, nosing at your neck.

You hum in understanding, setting the bowl down. “The cake has to be in the oven for about thirty minutes…” you tell him, gently pushing him off of you and opening the oven, carefully putting in the cake.

“Thirty minutes is enough time~” he says, grinning.

“No. I will not burn this cake,” you say, poking him in his very firm chest before turning on a timer.

“Can we sit on the couch and let me touch you then?” Changbin asks, his voice hopeful.

“Only if you let me up when the timer goes off,” you warn.

“I will, I want some of the cake too,” he admits with a sigh.

He takes your hand and leads you to the couch, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him.

“You smell so good, baby,” he hums, cupping your cheek.

“You always say that,” you giggle with a shy smile.

“I do. And you taste better than you smell,” he murmurs, his eyes flashing red.

His lips soon meet yours for a passionate kiss, and he firmly places his hands on your waist and pulls you flush against him. Changbin’s fangs bite your lower lip, nearly drawing blood and earning a groan from him. You let him lead the kiss, knowing being bratty when he was this hungry could end badly for you.

You grind against him, and he doesn’t try to stop you. Soft whimpers leave your lips as you do your best to get proper friction, and he helps guide you some.

“Are you going to be good for me?” he asks as he pulls away.

Your eyes are wide as you nod immediately. Changbin smirks and soon finds himself marking up your neck, biting and sucking flowers onto your skin. He lets his fangs dig into where you knew he decided he would bite you later, earning a louder moan from you as you continue to grind into him.

You continue to get worked up until the kitchen timer goes off. You get up to go take out the cake, and Changbin smacks your ass playfully as he follows you. He turns off the timer as you take the oven mitts and get the cake out of the oven. You grab a toothpick to test if it was fully baked, and, thankfully, it was.

“Do you want to go to the bedroom now? It has to cool down before we can do anything else,” you say, and he immediately picks you up and latches his mouth to your neck.

You drop the oven mitts as he takes you to your shared bedroom, roughly pulling at your clothes in an attempt to undress you. You can’t help but giggle as you stop him, pulling your shirt off yourself.

Changbin eagerly unlatches your bra, laying you down as his lips attack your collar bone. Your soft laugh turns into a moan, getting louder as he grinds down into you.

“Are you going to be a good angel for me?” he murmurs, his fangs nipping at the soft flesh of your breasts.

You immediately nod, a mess of “yes sirs!” escaping you.

He hums and stands up, fully undressing himself. Changbin does it slowly, enjoying your lustful expression as he listens to your heart rate increase. He smirks before joining you back on the bed.

“Please?” you ask, keeping your hands by your sides as you ask for permission to touch him, take your bottoms off, to do anything.

“Hmm,” he pretends to think, his fingers caressing your collar bones, already blooming with bruises, as he drags them down. He pauses to pinch and rub your nipples, causing your hips to buck up into him. Changbin’s smirk grows as he pauses, caressing the underside of your breasts before continuing to drag his forefinger down your stomach and to the waistband of your pants.

“May I?” he asks.

You nod and lift your hips, and he pulls down your pants and underwear in one go. Changbin lets a leg fall down onto the bed, holding one up as he begins to kiss it from your ankle up to your thighs. As he gets closer to where you need him both, the kisses become more lustful, filled with bites and harsh sucks.

“Please, sir,” you whimper, feeling your core throbbing with need.

Changbin shakes his head, letting go of your leg and opting to do the same on the other, causing you to groan out in frustration.

At the sound, he smacks one of your breasts. “You’re going to get what you want, but right now you have to be patient. You are my meal and I am going to enjoy it,” Changbin growls, his eyes reddening.

You gulp, knowing how serious he was. You feel your juices gush out at his tone, trying to be more patient as he continues his ministrations.

You’re already turning into a babbling mess, and he hadn’t even touched your pussy. “Please Binnie,” you sob, clenching the sheets as your thighs shake.

“Why are you calling me Binnie? Hm?” he asks, his fingers spreading your folds.

“I don’t- I can’t- right now, I-” you begin to stutter, tearing up. You didn’t want to be punished, but you couldn’t bring yourself to keep calling him sir when you were this far gone in a submissive state.

“It’s okay, shh,” he shushes you, kissing your hip. “I’ve got you,” Changbin assures you. “Do you want to keep going? I can stop.”

“Want to keep going,” you murmur, gasping as his fingers collect your juices before rubbing your clit.

You let out a pleased sigh as he continues, and his tongue soon prodding your entrance. Your eyes fly shut as he sucks out your juices, moaning and bucking your hips. Changbin soon pulls his fingers away from your clit, inserting two into your needy hole before attaching his lips to your clit. His tongue plays with the bud as his fangs scrape at your sensitive nerves, quickly sending you towards your orgasm.

“Not yet,” Changbin growls lowly, pulling away from you as he licks his lips.

“Can I keep going, angel?” he asks gently, laying between your legs and cupping your cheek.

You could feel how hard he was against your thigh, but you also knew he wouldn’t hold it against you if you said no.

“Want you inside me,” you murmur, pouting. “Want you to feed from me,” you grumble.

“Oh do you now?” he asks, grinning as his eyes redden. Changbin always loved teasing you after you discovered how much you loved him biting you.

You buck your hips into his, whining and nodding frantically.

“Patience, angel,” he murmurs, lining himself up. Changbin starts marking your neck up, slowly pushing his head inside of you while rubbing your clit.

You groan, bracing yourself on his arm.

“You okay?” Changbin murmurs, biting harder onto your neck, enough to nearly draw blood.

“Yeah,” you moan, nodding insistently.

“That’s my precious angel,” he murmurs once his hips were flush against your own. Changbin pulls one of your legs up and around his leg, letting him hit a better angle as he keeps himself propped on his other arm.

His pace starts slow and deep, but he soon begins to speed up.

“Bin- Bin- Binnie~” you begin to moan, pulling at his hair.

“Feels good?” he grunts, watching your face for your reaction.

You immediately nod, and he smirks. Changbin changes the angle of his hips to hit your sweet spot, causing you to nearly see stars as he rams into you.

He can tell you’re getting close from the way you start gasping and become unable to properly speak. It’s only a matter of time for the buildup in your abdomen to snap.

Your hand on his bicep tightens, your nails digging into the skin as he buries his face in your neck and bites down, feeding from you.

Your high immediately washes over you, your cunt clenching around him as he continues his pace.

Right as you start to feel lightheaded, Changbin pulls away from your neck, liking your skin tenderly as his thrusts lose rhythm. He cums deep inside of you, making you feel oversensitive.

You whine softly, but he continues to ride out his high and gently lick your neck to help stop the bleeding.

Changbin pulls out and goes to get a washcloth, gently cleaning you when he comes back. He tosses it into the dirty laundry bin and gathers clean clothes for the both of you, attentively helping you get dressed.

As you smile up at him, he giggles, “Now about that cake…”

[imaginedreamwrite]

I can’t get enough of them!

“I bet I can draw you better than you can draw me.” Ari posed the proposition, watching you in the reading nook as you raised your head and your eyebrow.

“Is that a challenge?” You wondered, sitting up in your chair. “Are you challenging me?”

“Afraid of a little competition, honeybee?” Ari grinned, a ripple running down his back when you snapped the book shut and stood fiercely, your bare feet stomping on the floor as you stalked toward him .

“You’re on.” You placed your hands on the arm rest of the chair he was in and leaned into him, your lips barely grazing each other. “I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Did you say kick?” Ari’s grime widened, his bear preening from the proximity and the playfulness of the exchange. “Or kiss?”

“If anyone is going to be kissing anyone’s ass,” you back off and turned away, striding toward the bookshelf where a pile of sketchbooks had laid, “you’re gonna be kissing mine.”

“Please,” Ari gruffed, his chest vibrating as the sound had come not solely from him but his bear as well, “make it a promise.”

“Maybe.” You tucked the sketchbooks under your arm and crossed the distance between you two, plopping one onto his lap and keeping the other for yourself.

“Five minutes.” You had set a timer and the two of you were well on your way to sketch, silence settling.

You worked until the timer had stopped and then you looked over the edge of your sketchbook toward Ari. He was looking at you with the same kind of intention as you were looking at him, and air of playfulness passing from you to him.

“Are you ready to be amazed?” You spun your notebook and showed him the sketch you’d drawn of him and his bear, the composite sketch rushed and nowhere near being perfect, yet it had stirred Ari’s admiration.

“That’s incredible.” He leaned forward and admired the way you had caught his likeness as a man, with generalized elements of him as a bear. “You’re amazing.”

“Thank you!” You beamed and set your sketchbook in your lap face down, and wait for his.

“I’m not a good artist.” Ari had turned his sketchbook, the stick image of you drawn on the page was at the very least adorable.

“Ari!” You had laughed under your breath, noticing the set of stick boobs he’d drawn on you. “You gave me boobs!”

“I had to-“ Ari had cut himself off, eerie silence hovering over him as he turned his head and began looking out the window, slowly rising to his feet.

“Ari?” You wondered and set your own book down, scooting to the edge of your seat. “Ari what’s going on?”

“Stay inside.” He had stood and taken two steps forward before he stopped again, his back rigid and his shoulders taught. “Baby, you need to promise me you’ll stay inside.”

“Ari, you’re scaring me.” You slowly stood and wrapped your arms around your waist.

“Honeybee,” Ari had looked over and crooned at you, his usually blue and bright eyes were a deeper shade of brown, reminiscent of a bears, “I promise, you’ll be okay as long as you stay inside.”

“Where are you going?”

“I need to go outside for a minute. Stay inside.”

[mystiika]

@cxldblxxded asked: ❛ Do not mind me. Just enjoying the view. ❜ meme: subtle smut

adrian couldn't hear much over the sound of the hairdryer loud in his ears, he didn't even realise k had walked up to the washroom until he turned his head as he readjusts his hair where his eyes catch k watching him from the doorway, & oh how he loved that particular stare. the one that can give him goosebumps & makes his heart race that much faster — the one that made adrian feel like he was the only person in the world worth looking at.

❝ that so? ❞ he tilts his head, brow raised. ❝ maybe i should put on more of a show then. ❞ he wants k to keep that gaze on him, maybe even turn it up a few notches just to see what happens.

a quick pull of his fabric belt & his robe falls open, skin still glistening in spots of water. ❝ just... stay there until i say so, audience participation comes later. ❞ his expression is coy, despite how sly his words are. & his eyes almost seem innocent, but the eye contact is constant, & with a growing intensity as he starts slowly but deliberately stroking his dick, letting out shallow moans, fighting a smirk at the sight of his lover beginning to undress himself.

❝ actually, ❞ adrian starts with a new look of excitement at his grand idea, ❝ why don't we make it a game? i want to see if you can last 5 minutes of watching me do whatever i want, knowing that you're not allowed to touch me yet. ❞ adrian walks over to him, taking his time to close the distance until his hand is holding k's jaw, tilting his face up into a kiss. its languid, but willfully intense for several long seconds before adrian pulls away from k's lips, with the hand carefully placed on k's jaw keeping the other from chasing after him. instead he leans forward, his lips brushing against k's ear as he whispers, ❝ but if you can last all 5 minutes... well i think that's deserving of a prize, don't you? ❞

he places a gentle kiss to k's upper cheek as he draws back. a step away & he reaches for his phone, setting a timer before placing it back down. he takes another look at his boyfriend, smiling, as he tucks the side of the robe behind him & he leans against the counter. biting his lip & letting out sigh as he starts making slow strokes up & down his length. ❝ you know... i'm not sure this is enough for me.. i think i need more. ❞ he reaches up & starts sucking in his index & middle fingers, playing with his tongue between them until he felt like they were wet enough before adrian laid himself down on the tile floor, cool even through his robe but he wanted, or needed rather, something inside him.

he's careful to face k when he sits, almost tempted to crawl forward & screw the plan just so he could suck k's dick ( but not quite enough since he always did enjoy setting the odd challenge for k ). so while one hand stayed stroking his cock, his other hand slipped a little lower, one tip, then both, then thrusting & rubbing as he attempts to find a familiar sensation.

then looking up at k from this angle, his own cock in hand & those eyes that felt like adrian was about to be k's next meal... it turned him on like crazy, cock almost pulsing just from the change in vantage points. he moans, really letting himself go unabashed. but all the while making sure to catch k's eye every few seconds when he starts feeling particularly good.

it feels like maybe 2 minutes had passed, but despite having set the time himself, he was starting to feel impatient, knowing that no matter how many fingers he adds, none of it would feel as good as k.

❝ fuck it, baby. turn that shit off & come here, ❞ his voice sounds desperate, having already thrown out his plan for calming allure. in seconds he has k on him, against him, adrian's cock & ass were both twitching in anticipation. ❝ i need you, NOW. ❞ adrian somehow manages inbetween kisses, stopping k's hand when he attempted to pull off his shirt. ❝ i don't care about the rest of your clothes, kandirarak, ❞ as if 5 more seconds was too long of a wait. ❝ just stick your cock in & fuck me. please .. ❞ he's breathless, begging, & it would be cruel of k to do anything less.

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder

Chapter 12: Love

This chapter is rated 18+/NSFW

Depictions of M/M sex, oral sex, and anal sex

You couldn’t get home soon enough as the two of you could barely keep your hands off each other. Enji even ran 3 red lights in order to get home faster. The sun just set as you pull up in the driveway. Enji was so excited/nervous that he struggled get to key in the lock. Once the door closed, you were all over one another. He slammed you against a wall as he pressed his whole body on you. The cologne he is wearing is driving you insane as it mixes with his natural sent. You were getting weak at the knees from the onslaught of his body and lips. Before, you always took things slow, but now you are practically eating each other as your lips collide. Not an inch of space was between the both of you as you continue kissing. Your one hand grabs his lower back as the other runs through his hair. He has a forceful grip around your chest as you kiss for what feels like forever.

After some time, you break the kiss and look him right on the eyes, those turquoise eyes of his making your heart flutter. In the heat the moment you say: “I love you, Enji.” The words you spoke broke his concentration on you.

“That was out of nowhere.”

“Well, I mean it, I don’t think I have ever fallen in love with someone like this before. I mean with Adam, I did like him, and loved him as a friend but I see you and I growing old together, sharing laughs and sorrows. I know it’s all of a sudden but I really do love you. I’m sorry if it’s too soon for you.”

“Well, I don’t know if I am ready to say it yet but I’m glad you said it.”

“I hope I didn’t ruin the mood but I felt like I had to say something.”

“You didn’t ruin anything….” he says as he begins kissing you again, this time taking it slower. Each kiss on your face deliberate and gentle. You can’t help but moan as he is driving you wild, bucking and writhing in his arms as your body wants more.  He starts to lead to towards the bedroom as you are entangled with one another. After managing to find the door, he slams it open and you quickly find yourself on the bed. Looking up, the big man himself starts stripping at the end of the bed as you watch with baited breath. He takes his time, letting you savor the moment. The shirt is the first thing to come off, button by button, revealing that magnificent upper body of his. The pants come down next, as he turns around so you get the full view. You have to stop yourself from grabbing that delicious ass of his. You have seen him in his underwear practically every night but things are a little bit different now. There is a nice outline forming on his boxer briefs. He winks at you as he slowly lowers his underwear with both thumbs in the waistband. That’s when you see what you have been waiting for. Everything about Enji was big, but my god, that cock of his was something else: close to 9 inches long and 2 inches wide. You hold your breath as you gaze upon Enji’s full body.

“You like what you see, boy?”

“Oh, yes. I’m ready.”

“You’re what?”

“God Enji, fuck me already.”

“Good, but your clothes are in the way. Take them off.” he growls

You strip down as quickly as you can, not wanting to slow the momentum. It’s difficult to get your pants off with your ragging erection but you manage. When you get to your underwear, you’re at the bed of the bed when end Enji stops you.

“Before we go any further, I want you to know I never want to hurt you. If anything gets too much, I want you to stop me. The safe word is ‘butternut’. You feel even the littlest bit uncomfortable, stop me. Ok?”

“I don’t think I will need it but it makes me feel safe, thank you.”

“Good, now get ready!”

He grabs the waistband of your underwear and rips them off of you in one swift motion. He smiles at what he sees. You’re not as big as him, but 6 inches is nothing to scoff at. Your both start embracing each other again, but this time you start grinding against this thigh, aching for relief. He notices this and pushes you down on the bed.

“I see someone is eager, how about I help you out a bit.”

He grabs your dick with one hand and begins pumping up and down slowly. You’re not small yourself but his massive hand practically covers the whole thing. You eventually start moving your hips in motion with his hand you’re getting close. He releases and you’re staring at him again.

“Don’t get too eager, we are just getting started.”

He flips you over and moves over to the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. He gently squeezes a generous amount in his left hand and begins to warm is up with his quirk. With a smirk, he begins making circles around your rim, toying with you. Even though you have mentally prepared yourself, your body still tenses up when he starts to enter you with his index finger.

“For someone who has sex before, you’re awfully tight. It’s going to take at least 3 fingers to make sure your loose enough.”

“It’s been over 4 years since I got any, and you know an awful amount about anal sex for being a first timer.”

“Well, I do my research.” He says as he shifts his hand.

“Mmhmm……oh……ENJI!”

While you two were talking, he has been busy trying to find your buttons. Poking and prodding until he found the spots to drive you wild. Judging by the moans coming from you, he was having no trouble finding them. He then quickly takes his finger out only to be replaced by 2. This time he is taking it slower as you start shaking just enough for him to notice. He leans forward and gives your shoulder a few hot kisses. “Relax, I’ve got you.” He says as he pulls you up on all fours, his hot breath tickling your neck. The shaking subsides long enough for Enji to get his third finger. This time you breathing almost stops but he continues to kiss your back and run his hand through your hair, making sure you’re ok. After a few minutes, he pulls his hand away from your backside and you instinctively back up toward him, wanting more.

“Glad to see your eager again. Get ready.”

His voice almost sounding like a rumble as he puts lube on his shaft. He uses both hands to spread your backside wide. Then he uses hand for bracing, one hand for aiming as he puts his tip at your back door. You stop breathing in anticipation and you know Enji has the biggest grin on his face right now. Slowly, he starts to push himself into you and you moan before not breathing again. He steadies himself to wait for you to relax. This action goes for a few minutes, pushing forward and waiting for you to adjust to his size, always making sure you are ok. The entire time he uses his quirk to massage your backside with his hands, keeping you grounded. Finally, when he is fully in, he leans forwards to give you a kiss on the back of your neck. The action moving him inside of you just the right way to rub against your prostate.

“OH MY GOD!” You scream, but you use all of your will power to hold it in.

“It looks like I found a good spot, are you ok?”

“I….I’ll be fine, just don’t move too much.” You say with heavy breathing. He stays on top of you for a minute or so then slow gets back up. He starts to slowly pull out then he quickly pushes himself back in. You raise your head back in ecstasy as he keeps thrusting in and out. The initial pain starts to turn to pleasure as your moans grow louder with each thrust. His skin starts to warm up as he starts to move faster and faster. The room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans and skin slapping against each other. Steam starts coming off of his skin as he loses control. You try to match his pace but you’re starting to lose feeling in your legs again. He switches to both hands around your waste to support you.

“Little flame, in or out?”

“In!” you manage to say between your moans.

Not a second later Enji releases inside of you. It’s hot and you feel it filling your insides with every pump of his cock. It continues for what feels like forever but then starts to slow down till nothing is left. That’s when he falls on top of you. You can’t hold his motionless body up and you both land on the bed.

“Enji, you’re crushing me….”

“Sorry, I got so selfish. I didn’t hear you finish.”

“It’s ok.” you say still panting.

“I won’t be happy till you do, now turn over.”

“You’re going to have to do it for me, I lost feeling in in my legs.”

“What?! Are you ok? Why didn’t you say to stop?”

“I’m fine, it was just too good and you know I get weak at the knees when your around me.”

“That’s good to hear.” He says as he rolls you over, positioning your legs so he can see your dick more clearly. With one fell swoop, he takes your whole shaft into his mouth and begins sucking. You’re just long enough to feel the back of his throat as he uses his tongue to great success. His mouth was so hot that it almost feels like you’re on fire but it eventually turns to pleasure. You would have thought he has given head before but you don’t dare ask, you just want him to keep going. He then starts to move his head up and down as uses his lips to create more suction. Every once and a while he lifts fully off with a ‘pop’ sound as he releases your tip. He quickly then goes back all the way down. It doesn’t take long till your feeling hot inside and your about ready to burst.

“Enji, I….I can’t hold it…..” you say through gritted teeth.

All he can do is grunt with your member in his mouth but you understood. You release everything into Enji’s throat as he quickly swallows everything. Once you’re done, he lifts up and crawls on the bed next to you. He wraps those big arms of his around you and kisses your face.

“How is my little flame?”

“That…. that was amazing.”

“I know” he says with a boasting smile “it was great for me too.”

“Uh, Enji, we might have a problem.”

“Hmm?” He tilts his head.

“You finished in me first and I have been on my backside….”

He raises an eyebrow in confusion until he realizes what happened. “Let’s clean up, and I’ll change the sheets.”

He draws a bath and comes back to carry you into the bathroom. Your legs are still numb from everything but you don’t care, you love it when he is carrying you. He manages to get you both in the large tub, him against the back of the tub with you in front of him. He slowly starts to scrub your skin, as if he could hurt you: so gentle and kind with his motions. You two soak in the warm water as you bask in each other’s presence. You rest your head on his chest as he rubs your head. You sit in the bath for a while as you two relax.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes Enji.”

“I think am now ready to say it.”

“Hmm?” You respond now are looking at him.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“Really? Why now?”

“I have never felt this way about anyone and I keep going back to how you described love, then I keep going back to thinking about you. You are the only person who has ever wanted to know who I am and to help me as a person. I never would have thought I could have had this feeling of love before. I always thought I was full of hate and anger.”

“I’m glad you finally said it and I know you’re full of so much love and happiness, we just need to find it, together. Oh, and Enji.”

“Yes?”

“I love you too.”

You two kiss a few times before it is time to get ready for bed. Enji quickly changes the sheets as you sit on a chair in the room. He places you in bed and quickly gets under the covers. Even though you’re both still naked at this point, Enji is producing enough heat to keep you both warm.

“You know I’m so glad I helped at the crossing incident.”

“You should be, you saved everyone.”

“Plus, I meet you.” You say giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, yea.” As he blushes.

Next Chapter

[bratkook]

corrupt. jjk (m)

You’d be crying out in pain begging me to play my games. I could corrupt you, it would be ugly.

pairing: vampire!jk x human!reader genre: smut, pwp warnings: blood play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, spanking, oral (f. receiving), partially clothed sex word count: 5k author’s note: literally everything i write is based on a song so listen to Corrupt by Depeche Mode. This also came to mind because my boss and i are obsessed with the idea of going to a sex club in berlin so i hope you enjoy lol. leave feedback or shoot me a message tysm ily bye. this also isnt edited yet im sorry

Standing in the middle of a dimly lit club in the heart of Berlin, the sound of a german band filling up the space all around you, is not how you thought your night would go.

Utterly alone, shimmying through the crowd of people all scantily clad in forms of leather or lace, some wearing nothing at all. No one seemed to mind you, no one gave you a second glance. The leather body harness you had on stuck to your body like second skin, the straps of it stretched across your breasts and covered your nipples. The only thing on your bottom half was a garter belt, a tiny pair of black underwear and fishnet stockings, finished off with some black heels.

You had begged your friend to come with you, being in the middle of your trip across Europe you wanted to visit the infamous sex club while in Berlin but she had been so against it. Not only was this club notorious for having orgies in the middle of the venue, which she thought was unspeakable, it was also a common hot spot for vampires as well, another taboo for her.

When she told you no you knew it was final so you didn’t mention it again. Instead you got dressed up in the bathroom of your airbnb, draped on a peacoat and headed out without a word. Luckily the club had coat check or else you’d feel entirely over dressed.

This club, unlike other vampire friendly ones you’ve visited, let everyone mingle together. You were accustomed to having dedicated rooms for humans, another for vampires, and a common ground for those who didn’t mind being together. But here it was a giant melting pot of both.

In the short ten minutes you’ve been here you had lost count of how many scarlet eyes you’d seen staring down at you, how many touches of cold skin you’d felt as you slipped by people, you felt very outnumbered and a little vulnerable but it sent a spark of excitement down your spine.

When you reach the bar, your arms press against the slightly tacky surface, a blonde with gleaming golden eyes greets you with a smile, “What’ll you have sweet heart?”

You strain your ears to hear her but try your best to tell her you’d just like a shot of tequila, she has no problem hearing your request, spinning around to grab the tequila from behind her.

Just as you start to ease up to being where you are, the feeling of someone slipping in beside you has you tensing up again. You keep your gaze on the bartender, watching her pour out your shot before sliding it over.

When you reach into the hem of your tights to pull out some cash she waves you off, “Its your first time here, consider it a welcoming gift.” She winks at you and moves on to the next thirsty guest before you can thank her.

You can sense the eyes boring into you from your right, your fingers gripping the edge of the shot glass as you lift it up to your lips. The curious observer just watches with a smirk as you throw back the shot, shutting your eyes as the warm liquid runs down your throat.

When you set the glass down and lick your lips over they finally speak, “First timer huh?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up at his voice, the low gravel of it swimming through your ears and getting your full attention. Its melodic, something about it has you turning to him like he had just said something ground breaking, and when you see who the voice belongs to you let out a small shudder.

The dark red of his eyes seems to glow in between the random flashes of light, his eyebrow arched up in curiosity as you drink him in. The hair on his head, parted to the side and showing the sharp eyebrows that frame his eyes, is an inky shade, the tips of the strands landing on his forehead.

He lets you take your time, watching you make your way down his face, reaching his soft lips, parted in a half smile that showcased the sharp fangs where your incisors are. The action should be threatening but all you can think of is having them sink into your skin.

The way he’s dressed is more modest than others, a sheer black mesh shirt hugging his chest, showing off the indents of muscles from how tight the material was. A harness similar to your own sits snuggly against his waist, the leather material matching that of his pants.

You snap out of it when you realize you’ve been staring at his crotch for more than seemed appropriate. Humor is written all over his face when you meet his gaze once more, remembering that the beautiful stranger had in fact asked you a question.

“Yeah, that obvious?”

He just chuckles, leaning against the bar top as well, “You just look a little intimidated is all. What is it, the vampires or the fucking in public?”

You push the shot glass further away from you, “Neither, I’ve had my fair share of vampires and if fucking in public scared me I wouldn’t be here.” Your words have piqued his interest, “Just first time jitters.”

He nods in understanding, “Fair, lets do some ice breakers then, I’ll start.” He clears his throat and inches closer to you, his shoulder nudging against yours, “My name is Jungkook, I’m technically 24, I enjoy making short films and I really want to fuck you.”

The small gasp you let out is clearly picked up by his ears, the smirk returning on his face at your reaction, “Oh wow,” you let out a giggle and he’s enamored by it, “well, my names Y/N, I’m 25, I enjoy baking and I really want to fuck you too.”

Jungkook hums, his tongue running along his teeth, “That can be arranged you know.”

You take a glance behind him, taking in the entirety of the club in the flashes of light. Almost every surface had a couple, at least, in the act of fucking each other in one form or another. In the middle of it all were the people who just came for the atmosphere, dancing along to the music playing as if ten feet away someone wasn’t getting fucked in the ass.

“Where?” You ask shyly, this was after all your first time at a club like this. The rules of dibs regarding location was foreign to you, not knowing what was off limits or not but Jungkook seemed to be very familiar with the club.

“Lets ease you into it yeah?” He murmurs out, his cold hand gently grasping yours and tugging you behind him as he slides through people without a care. The crowd seemed to split for him, humans and vampires alike staring him down but he paid them no mind as he crossed the floor.

The further you walked the more the crowd dispersed until you reached a hallway, the maroon walls were lined up with fetish photos, portraits of girls wrapped up in shibari, men wearing gimp masks along with shadow boxes holding various sex toys. In between each one were open doors, the rooms having a bed in the middle of them with lovers on top, the sounds of pleasure spilling out of the rooms and into the hallway.

Jungkook continued to lead you down the hallway, reaching a room he knows will be unoccupied. It was his room, no one ever used it but him, it was almost like an unspoken rule that it belonged to him so when you rounded the corner and stepped into it, the fact that i was completely untouched didn’t surprise him.

The bed was right in the middle, dimly illuminated by two sconces on the wall behind it. The black silk sheets look inviting, the large gold bed frame drawing you forward until your palms rested on the mattress, your fingers rubbing the soft material.

“I didn’t know places like this had beds.”

Jungkook steps behind you, his hands grasping your hips gently and pulling you back into him, “Mm, theres also a pool in the basement but I can show you that later.” He dips his head down, nuzzling his nose into the juncture of your neck and inhaling when the scent of you invades his senses.

He could hear the pounding of your heart, the blood pulsing through your veins in excitement. Jungkook knew you weren’t scared, you had waves of eagerness rolling off of you. The rythm of your heart wasn’t one of fear and as much as he used to love playing with his meals, knowing he didn’t have to sweet talk you into calming down made this more enjoyable.

“Yeah, later–laters good.” Your eyes flutter shut when his lips touch your skin, gently trailing up your neck and reaching your jaw. One of the hands that was on your hips came up to cup your cheeks, yanking your head around to crash his lips against yours.

The lingering remains of the tequila you had thrown back makes its way into his mouth when his tongue meets yours as he licks his way inside. Slowly you fully turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck and forcing him closer to you as your tongues tangled together messily.

Jungkook makes quick work at unclasping the harness you had on, his fingers coming together on your back and undoing the metal hooks until the fabric sagged off of your body. His lips never leave yours as you drop your arms, letting the leather material hit the floor.

When his hands come up to grasp your tits you pause kissing him, the icyness of his palm making your nipples pebble and he just smirks, almost as if he knows that you’re thinking of how his cold hands would feel inside your cunt.

“Such a pretty little human.” He mumbles out when he pulls back and stares at your exposed chest, his fingers twisting your nipple.

“Please,” you groan out, leaning forward to reattach your lips but he inches back to tease you, a playful smile on his face. “you said you wanted to fuck me.”

He relases your nipple, his hands now coming to undo his own harness, the garment joining yours on the floor but with it comes the mesh shirt. Inch by inch his smooth skin comes into view, the muscles on his stomach rippling as he peels it off and tosses it without a care.

“I do want to fuck you, so badly.” His head tilts slightly at you, watching you standing by the bed with your arms by your side and a pout on your face. “I like taking my time though baby, can you be patient for me.”

He hears the small intake of breath you make, nodding your head immediately. Patient? Yeah you could be patient for him, you could be anything for him. Its like his voice had you in a trance, any request he had could be fulfilled without a problem.

Jungkook reaches for you once more, his lips melting against yours while his hands guide your hips backwards, helping you onto the bed and pushing you back with ease. He slowly pushes you back until you’re fullt resting on the mattress, your hair splayed out around you with him hovering above you, his knees on either side of your thighs.

Your lips smack together for a moment, Jungkook gently nipping your bottom lip enough to draw a small bead of blood. When his tongue laps it up he moans into your mouth, the coppery taste mixed in with a hint of sweetness has his cock twitching. A small taste of whats to come, it takes him all the restraint he has to stop himself from devouring you here and now.

“Tastes,” kiss “so,” kiss “sweet.” He groans out in between kisses, pressing against you harder before trailing his lips down your body. You lay there with your chest heaving, your mind spinning when you feel the wetness of his lips kissing down your chest.

He envelopes your nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking around it with a moan, his other hand coming up to knead the flesh of your neglected breast and you gasp at the feeling, your back arching into his touch.

Your brain forcing your limbs to come into action now, your hand slipping into his hair and pushing him closer to you. The sensation of your fingers yanking his strands urges him on, sucking on your nipple while looking up at you, your eyes blown out in the darkness of the room, the bright red of his making him look predatory.

He pulls back with a wet smack, looking down at your saliva coated flesh and humming to himself while his hand continues to twist your other nipple. “So sensitive.” He comments when you whine at a particular hard tug he gives you, your head falling back with a sigh.

“Jungkook please.”

He relents, releasing your nipple and continuing his quest down your body, you’re expecting him to tug down your tights, maybe undo the garter belt before taking it all off but instead his fingers hook into the holes in the tighs around your crotch and yank hard. The sound of the fabric ripping has you lifting your head back up, catching him in the act of tearing your tights apart until your black panties were fully exposed to him.

Jungkook had slid off the bed, kneeling in front of you, his arms hooking under your thighs to drag you forward a bit, a smile spreading across his face when you let out a small shriek of surprise. The heels of your shoes rest on his back, your thighs sitting snuggly on his shoulders.

You can feel his breath against your skin, his lips hovering over the flesh of your inner thighs, his fingers digging into you as he licks his lips over. The anticipation is killing you, forcing yourself to drop your head back down because watching him stare at you like that was filling your stomach with nerves.

The soft flick of his tongue on your inner thigh has you tensing up, your hands reaching down to grasp his own, your warm fingers curling around his while they wrapped around your legs. Jungkook trails soft kisses on your skin, taking his time sucking and biting around your panties, his tongue gently flicking over your clit, a teasing motion that you barely feel through the material of your underwear.

He chuckles when your hands clutch his with annoyance, you had told him you could be patient but you were really doubting yourself now. Maybe fucking him out in the open of the club would’ve given you satisfaction a lot quicker.

Just as you’re about to voice your frustration, Jungkook pulls a hand away from your thigh, hooking his finger on the edge of your panties and yanking them to the side. Your glistening core shines back on him, his mouth salivating at getting a taste of you, wondering if your cunt was as sweet as your blood.

“Fuck.” You gasp when he licks a broad stripe up your slit, his tongue gathering your wetness in a practice move, a satisfied moan leaving his mouth at the taste. Everything he had said about taking his time was out the window now, diving into you shamelessly.

He growls when your hand comes back to tangle into his hair, the slight burn of his scalp causing him to eat you with more determination. His lips wrap around your clit, slurping and sucking gently enough to have you whimpering, your back arching up into him at the feeling.

Jungkook smirks when he releases your clit, nosing against it while his fingers circle your entrance, slipping in without resistance. The dirty thought that had crossed your mind before had been proven correct, Jungkook’s long icy fingers felt amazing inside your heat, spreading you open as if they were meant to be there. When he adds a second one, scissoring inside of you to stretch you out, a moan dies in your throat when you choke out, his lips come back to your center in a frenzy.

You can feel every ridge of his finger inside of you, grazing the bundle of nerves each time they thrust out, coupled with the way he’s sucking on your clit its not a shock that you’re quivering on the bed. 

“So fucking wet.” He awes for a second, the tug on his scalp letting him know you needed him to go back to what he was doing. A gush of wetness escapes you, dripping down his palm and onto the floor and he hums, he can hear the pounding in your veins increase in speed, the fluttering of your heart sounding like music to his ears.

“C-close,” you keen out, your heels digging into him and bringing him closer, “fuck, bite me. Please bite me.”

Thats all Jungkook needed to hear, his fingers slip out of you to replace his mouth, quickly circling your clit to have you hurdling over the edge. You can feel the pressure building in your abdomen, the controlled flicks of his fingers have you whining out.

Just as you’re about to teeter over Jungkook dips down and kisses your inner thigh once more, opening his mouth to clamp over your skin. In a flash his fangs pierce your flesh, a brief feeling of searing pain shoots up your body before being replaced by intense pleasure when he fully latches on, lips suckling on your skin.

The rich liquid pours into his mouth, the same coppery sweet taste he had sampled earlier is increased with the pleasure you feel. Jungkook’s eyes roll back at the flavor, his fingers not letting up on your clit even with the choked gasp of his name as you reach your orgasm. 

Your body trembles underneath him, your hands grip on his hair loosening up as he quenches his thirst. Everything feels tingly, each nerve ending on your body being lit up from the intense orgasm you just experienced. When he pulls away from your thigh, traces of blood spilling around his mouth he moans, nuzzling his way back to your center, gently licking the remnants of your orgasm off of you, enjoying how you whimper on the bed.

“So good.” He rasps out, his eyes flicking up to look at you and you gasp at how much brighter they are, a ruby red sparkling in the dark of the room, his eyebrow cocked up as he trails his way back up your body, letting your legs fall from his shoulders and back onto the bed.

His leather clad legs press against you, the feeling of his hardened bulge against your hip has you shuddering. “I’m not done with you yet, I’m going to ruin you baby.” He kisses up your chest, his eyes never leaving yours. The fucked out look on your face makes him rut against you, “You sure you want this?”

Your arms wrap around his torso, nails digging into his back as you rut up into him. His head drops down onto your neck when you grind against him, your wetness smearing along the leather. “I need it, ruin me Jungkook.”

The hiss he lets out has your toes curling, moreso when his mouth kisses along your neck, a teasing nip of his teeth on your skin, “Oh I will.”

Jungkook reaches down with one hand to unbotton his jeans, tugging them down enough for his cock to slip free. You don’t get a chance to look it over, the size of it being a total suprise to you since his lips were no on yours again, your eyes slipping shut as they worked together, teeth knocking into each other in a hurry.

He wraps a hand around himself, sighing into your mouth as he gives himself a pump. “Jungkook.” You groan into his mouth, wiggling your hips around as he positions himself between your thighs. He nudges your thighs further apart, your heels resting on the edge of the bed while his knees sink into the mattress.

“I know baby.” He mumbles against your lips, pressing another kiss to them. Thats when you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you, a slow rut of his hips following as he coats his length in your arousal.

Your nails dig into his back once more, the silk sheets gliding against your skin when you arch your back to get some sort of friction from him.

Jungkooks eyes are glued to where you meet, watching in admiration when he tugs your underwear to the side and eases himself into you, his cock sinking into your heat slowly. The feeling of him stretching you open has you moaning out loud, your head thrown back and exposing your neck to him.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking me so well.”

The stretch feels almost impossible for a second, you hadn’t seen his length but the feeling of it alone made it obvious that he was the biggest you’d ever had. When he bottoms out, his hips resting flush against your ass you whimper out.

“Feel so full.” You slur, humming softly when he kisses your cheek tenderly.

Jungkook just chuckles, “Gonna fuck you stupid.” Thats the only warning he gives you before inching back, rolling into you over and over until you’re adjusted to his size.

You knew after today you’d be ruined, you’d slept with your fair share of vampires but the way Jungkook’s cock split you open, pistoning into you in the most delicious way, you were done for.

The feeling of your nails digging in his back had him hissing, his arms caging you in underneath him. His eyes were focused on the way your breasts jiggled at every thrust, your body jostling upwards from the strength of them. Your face was screwed up in pleasure, your mouth dropped open as moans spilled out through your lips.

Jungkook was fucking you well and truly stupid, you looked lost in your pleasure, your walls fluttering around his length when he hit your sweet spot.

“Fuck,” you mewl, “so big. So–“ a gasp cuts you off when he speeds up his thrusts, the skin of his thighs smacking against yours with new found energy.

“Where’d those first time jitters go?” He wonders, one hand coming up to softly trail down your face, inching down until theyre placed around your neck, his fingers feeling the ferocious pulsing from your jugular.

“Such a fearless little human.” He grunts out with a groan, “Letting me do what I want with you, do you have any idea what I could do to you?”

A whimper leaves your mouth, your hips coming up to rut in time against his. You knew what he could do to you, if he really wanted to he could rip out your throat and drink you dry. Maybe it was the masochist inside of you, the idea of not knowing what could actually happen, of not being in control of the situation, that kept you going.

“I don’t care.”

That has a curious smile spreading across his face, “No? All you care about is my cock huh?”

You’re nodding immediately, yes his cock is all you care about. The way its stretching you open, the length of it hitting places inside of you without even trying. He fucked you like it was second nature to him, his thrusts being well timed, as if he knew the right way to get you falling apart underneath him.

“Can I–“ you press your palms against his chest lightly, the smal act of resistence causing him to still completely. He watches on curiously when you shimmy out from under him, your knees knocking into his as you turn over onto the bed on your hands and knees.

You’re facing the door now, seeing the flashes of light and the occasional person walking by the door and you briefly remember where you are. Jungkook watches you wiggle your hips at him, your fishnets stretched tightly over your ass.

“So fucking sexy.” He steps off of the bed, taking the time now to fully slip out of his pants, kicking them off and onto the floor before kneeling back onto the bed. His hands grasp your ass, kneading the flesh of them as he settles behind you, his palm coming up to land with a loud smack onto your skin. The sound mixing in with the thrumming bass of the club music and the moan you let out.

“C’mon, fuck me stupid.” You tease, dropping onto your elbows and spreading your thighs apart as you arch your back.

“Mm, careful what you ask for baby.”

His large palm splays across your back, pushing you down further while his other guides his cock back into you. The first thrust is a lot smoother than the last, the glide of your wetness helping him ease in to the hilt. This position has him reaching in deeper inside of you, your hands fisting the cool sheets as you moan out his name.

Its messy, the way his dick squelches every time it re-enters your, wetness coating his cock and dripping down onto the sheets. His palms grasp your hips, fingers digging into your flesh roughly. He knew he could crush you if he wanted to and the fact that you still laid here, drunk off his cock instead of running away, he knew he was just as ruined as you were.

“Jung-jungkook.” You gasp out, rutting back onto him with a small laugh and it catches his attention when he notices one of your hands come up to point at the door, “we have a visitor.”

He hums when his eyes lock onto the observer, another vampire he was familiar with, the dark red hair of Jung Hoseok flashes in the light. He’s leaning against the door frame, a drink in his hand as he watches on nonchalantly.

“Lets give them a show then yeah?”

He grinds against you with more purpose, one hand coming around to your front to meet your clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers until you’re trembling. Your pussy clamps around him, your mouth dropping open in a lewd moan, burying your face into the sheets while you let yourself get lost in the feeling of it all.

Knowing Jungkook was having his way with you while someone watched lit a fire inside of you, the way you were creaming his cock being evidence enough that you were clearly enjoying yourself.

“Harder, fuck me harder.”

Jungkook fulfills your request, starting to thrust into your heat harshly with no qualms about having a spectator. “You’re soaked baby, you gonna make a mess of these sheets?”

All of your senses are full of him, just him and his cock and the way he pounds into you, his fingers flicking against your clit with expertise. His grasp on your hips is the only thing keeping you from toppling over, your upper body laying limp on the bed as you let his ravish you.

When your eyes look up, meeting the gaze of the stranger by the door you smirk, sending them a wink and earning a chuckle from them.

Jungkook can feel you tightening up around him, his own release creeping up inside of him. He needs to taste you again, “Let me have another bite baby.”

He bends over your body until his nose pushes against your hair draped over your neck, a deep inhale sending shivers down your spine. Your hand comes up to move your hair out of the way, mewling when he nudges against your skin, “Oh god, yes.”

His lips latch onto you seconds later, the now familiar feeling of his fangs sinking into your skin making your whole body tense up this time. Your limbs lock up as he moans against your flesh, the warm blood dribbling into his mouth. Blood always tasted different coming straight from the jugular, the taste of it making his eyes roll back as he quickly ruts into you.

The euphoric feeling of him drinking from you pushes you over the edge once more, the pleasure sparking from the open wound until it reaches all of your limbs. Your walls clamp around him impossibly tight as you cum, a shout of his name leaving you as he fucks you through your orgasm.

His lips never leave your neck, suckling the blood from you as your body trembles underneath his. A weak whimper leaving your lips sends him over, his balls tensing up until he’s spilling into you, thrusting his hips against yours as deep as he could. The warmth of his cum fills you up, a soft sigh sounding out when he finally detaches from your neck, the smear of blood around your neck being licked up by him as he shallowly thrusts a few more times.

“Shit.”

Your eyes look up once more to find that the other vampire was now gone, leaving you and Jungkook alone once more, his cock still buried inside of you, your neck throbbing slightly after the abuse.

When he pulls out of you your hips full drop onto the mattress, the cool sheets feeling like heaven against your warm body. Jungkook chuckles at your worn out form, gently grasping you to flip you over to face the ceiling, not giving you a moment to recover before slotting his lips against your own.

You taste your own blood on your tongue, the coppery tang being new to you but you don’t mind it, not with the way he kisses you like you were more than just a messy fuck. He pulls back after a second and you grin at him, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks, your thumb rubbing the drying blood from his chin.

“What did I taste like?”

He presses another kiss against you, “Like fucking heaven, I could die eating your pussy.”

The wink he sends you makes you blush, swatting his chest lightly with a laugh, “I meant my blood you perv.”

“Oh I’m the perv now?” He teases, catching your hand before you can smack him again, “I think you ruined me too baby, never tasted blood this sweet.”

You bite your lip at his words, staring up at him with wide eyes in an almost innocent way as if you hadn’t just participated in this scandalous act. He wanted nothing more than to proposition you into being his blood bag, a somewhat intimate request but he knew it was useless. Considering you had never been to this club before he knew you weren’t from around here, you’d be long gone in a few days, a distant memory that would simmer away over time and for some reason it pained him to think that so he chose to suppress it.

“Let me walk you home, you never know what monsters could be lurking.”

That same giggle that enamored him earlier is back now, “If I could handle you I could handle anyone.”

His eyebrows arch up at your teasing tone, a smirk curling his lip as he stares you down, “Is that so?” His eyes have that same predatory look in them, your skin breaking out into goosebumps at the way he stares at you, looking like he’s ready to dive in once more.

He wasn’t finished with you yet.

[nutmegalomania]

Movie Night

a mammon x male reader ff

description: on a night when all you wanted to do was to get an early night's sleep, mammon decided to barge into your room and force you into a movie night. you had thought your hormones were under control, but you soon snapped. what first started out as the two of you innocently watching the wide variety of movies he brought turned into a steamy night with the movie night long forgotten.

ingredients: mammon (obey me!)/reader, male reader, mammon (obey me!), bottom mammon, movie night, smut, blow jobs, anal fingering, gay sex

flavor: spicy 🌶️

calories: 9,410

🥐

You sat on your back atop your bed, flitting through the manga you asked to borrow from Levi, when a knock on the sound of your door creaking open grabbed your attention. The manga shut as you turned your attention to the intruder who didn’t even have the manners to knock, and you sighed when Mammon slinked into your room with several movies in his hands. Instead of greeting you, he plopped down in front of your TV and turned it on, ignoring you as you shuffled into a sitting position.

“A ‘hello’ would be nice once in a while, Mammon,” you said, and he swatted a hand at you without taking his attention away from the blue screen in front of him. 

A deep sigh left you as you stood from your bed, dizziness taking over you for a few seconds before you blinked a few times and walked over to Mammon. You braced your hands on your knees as you bent over to get a look at the collection of movies he had splayed in his lap, but he leaned forward to cover them from your vision.

“If you don’t tell me why the hell you barged into my room at 10 pm with a bunch of movies, I’ll kick you out and lock the door... after I steal my duplicate room key back from you,” you said when he opened his mouth to argue back.

At that, he shut his mouth, and he turned his head in your direction with wide, frightened eyes at your threat. You gave him a soft smile, but your eyes told him not to fuck with you. He barged in during your manga reading session, though you hadn’t been able to concentrate on the words and drawings as your pent up sexual frustrations begged for your attention. Frankly, the last thing you needed was Mammon coming into your room when all you wanted was to jerk off and go to sleep.

“The... The—ummm—No one else would watch movies with me. It’s-It’s not like I want to watch ‘em with you or anything. Ya got that?! You’re the only person I could think of that would be willing to watch ‘em with me. Not that you’re special at all! Just my last choice, okay? Don’t get any funny ideas, ya hear!” he sputtered out, face reddening as he avoided your eyes.

With a groan, you sat down on the floor beside him, noticing how his body jolted when your knee touched his leg. You stretched your legs out in front of you and leaned back onto your hands while you fixed him with an intrigued stare.

“Okay. I’ll entertain you for a bit. Not like I have much to do either way.” Your head rolled to the side as you watched Mammon fidget with the movies in his lap. You reached a hand into his lap to grab out a movie case. He tensed when your hand grazed his inner thigh, and you pretended not to see it, though the redness of his ears made you want to tease him some more. As you flipped the movie around in your hand, you hummed. “Isn’t this a horror? I thought you hated those types of movies.”

“I-I thought someone else would enjoy it. It was just a suggestion! I didn’t wanna try to overcome my fear of them or something like that. Don’t go spreading false information to any of the others, ya hear me!”  

You held up your hands in mock surrender, a deep chuckle making your chest bounce while he tried defending himself with a red face. “I won’t. I won’t. I promise!” 

He pouted at your reaction and snatched the movie out of your hand before throwing it onto your bed, and out of your reach. You opened your mouth to speak your thoughts, but Mammon grabbed a random movie from his pile of what looked like five movies—six including the discarded horror movie—and held it up. From the cover, it seemed to be an action spy movie, a man with his back facing the viewer as a woman held him close against her body with her face giving a sultry look while she held a gun up looking at you. He opened it and slid the disc out before he got onto all fours to crawl forward to the DVD player to put the disc in.

You leaned back and honed your eyes onto the curve of his ass through his jeans as he stuck it out while he inserted the disc, and you mentally slapped yourself when you imagined something else entering a place you wouldn’t speak of. The DVD player whirred as it sucked the disc in and read it, and before long, ads popped up. Mammon cursed as he searched for the remote, and you grabbed it from the table next to you to hand to him. Your hands touched each other when he took it from you, and the warmth from his fingertips lingered against your cool skin. This time, Mammon acted as if nothing happened, but the redness of his neck betrayed his embarrassment. 

As he skipped the ads and reached the title screen of the movie, you decided to ask the all important question. “Did you bring popcorn?”

In response, he reached into his jacket and pulled out two packages of popcorn, a serious look on his face as he scanned the screen. A chuckle left you that turned into full blown laughter with you clutching your stomach and rolling on the floor.

“What-what are ya laughing ‘bout?!” Mammon asked as he turned his attention towards your body, wondering what drugs you had taken.

“I didn’t expect you to actually have popcorn! And your face when you pulled it out!” You let out a series of breathy laughs, and you sat up and crossed your legs as you let your laughter fade out. “You didn’t have to look so serious! I thought you were planning how to knock me out and steal all my shit while using popcorn as your distraction.”

“Sh-shut up! I had to hide it from Beel or else he’d interrupt.” Once those words left Mammon’s mouth, his hands shot up to cover it, and he looked at you with wide eyes.

You tilted your head to the side as you watched his face redden even more than it was—which you didn’t believe to be possible. “Oh? So does that mean you didn’t ask the others before me?” When he shifted from side to side, you leaned in closer to his face, and he avoided your face. “Or am I reading too deeply into things? Was it just a slip of the tongue? Is there something Beel would interrupt going on here?”

“Just… Just be quiet! It’s nothing, all right?! You’re-you’re just reading too deep into what I-I said. I-Idiot!” he said, and his stuttering made your heart clench from how endearing you found it. You wanted to tease him more, but at the same time, you didn’t want to scare him off so that you could see how everything played out.

You’d be a good boy and comply with his wishes for a movie night, no matter how much your hormones raged on inside you and urged you to tease him until he became a sputtering, blushing, crying mess underneath you. Now your groin burned as images of a crying Mammon popped into your mind, and you groaned as you adjusted your sitting position. As Mammon stood up to pop the popcorn in your microwave, you grabbed his wrist and dragged his attention towards your figure on the floor. You thanked your oversized t-shirt for covering the raging boner you had now as he looked at you.

“I’ll pop the bags. You just ready everything else, okay?” you told him, relieved when he nodded his head and plopped back down onto the floor as you stood up. 

You hissed as you walked towards your microwave, your erection rubbing against your thighs as you moved, and you were glad Mammon focused on readying the TV and seats for the two of you to snuggle into. You shoved the first bag of popcorn into the microwave and pulled out a bowl to put it in. While you stood there, waiting for the timer to run out, you willed your boner to disappear, and you thought about Lucifer scolding you for taking part in Belphie and Satan’s shenanigans against him. That seemed to do the trick, for now at least, and the timer beeped. After emptying the bag into the bowl, you shoved the second package into the microwave. The smell of buttery popcorn wafted through your room, and you hummed in content before you emptied the last bag into a new bowl for yourself. As you readied yourself to walk over to Mammon, he looked over his shoulder at you, eyes already in puppy mode, and you sighed as you waited for his request.

“Could ya get some drinks too?” he asked.

“What? Where the hell would I get drinks from?” You grabbed the two bowls of popcorn and headed over to him. When you bent down to set them on the ground, he pointed towards the fridge in your room that tended to house yogurt or pudding that Beel asked you to hide from Mammon. You looked at Mammon through slitted eyes, and he gave you a smile that made you roll your eyes before you listened to him and walked over to your mini fridge. The moment you opened it, a pack of sodas greeted you, and you glared at Mammon who avoided your eyes. “When did you buy these and put them in here?”

“Well—ya see—the thing is....” he trailed off, and you put a hand on your hip.

“Mammon.”

At the no-nonsense tone in your voice, he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at you. “I bought ‘em a few days ago and snuck in while ya were sleeping to stash ‘em away.”

With an irritated sigh, you grabbed two cans and walked over to him to bonk him on the head with his. “That’s it. Gimme your copy of my key right now. Who knows what other shit you’ve done in my room while I’ve been asleep.” You sat down next to him and held out your hand, but the cool feeling of metal against your palm never appeared. 

Mammon shook his head and leaned away from you, clutching the side of his jacket, where you assumed he kept the key to your room. You let out a deep sigh and leaned towards him to snatch the key from him, but he leaned further away.

“I’m not playing your games, Mammon. Just give me the damn key,” you said, fed up with his lack of cooperation. Again, he shook his head, and you pushed yourself to your feet to tower over his sitting figure. He looked up at you with wide eyes, and you took his surprise as your chance to grab him and grab at his jacket to steal your key back.

“No! Ya ain’t getting it back! Over my dead body!” he said as he clutched his chest and twisted his body around to kick at you with pitiful hits that only served to distance the two of you and not stop your pursuit. 

You drew closer to him, and he leaned back, letting out a grunt as his back hit the ground. In that quick second, you jumped on top of him, pushing his legs down and sitting on them to keep him from kicking you. As you straddle his legs, you leaned over him and pried his hands away from his jacket. You held his wrist together above his head with one hand while you used the other to search his jacket. Your hand rubbed against his chest, and he pursed his lips and turned his head to the side, neck and ears burning red while his legs fidgeted underneath you. His body twitched when you ran across his nipple through the fabric of his shirt, and when you felt the cool metal of the key, you snatched it out and released his wrists and clambered off him before you did something you’d regret. 

“Got it. Now you can’t barge into my room in the middle of the night to watch me sleep,” you said, hoping a little joke would lightened the mood, but Mammon didn’t respond as he laid on the floor for a few more seconds before he sat up with a flushed face, fixed his crumpled jacket, and slid into his spot.

He grabbed his popcorn bucket and placed it in his lap, remote in hand. Without a word, he hit play and opened his soda, the fizzing pop of it echoing in the quiet room. Instead of pushing the issue, you stuffed the key into the pocket of your sweatpants and grabbed your own popcorn and soda to enjoy the movie. To be honest, you didn’t even remember what it was about as your mind busied you with images of Mammon blushing underneath you, body jolting as you ran your hands across the naked expanse of his chest. Your mind only registered flashing lights that flitted on the screen and mixed with yells. You couldn’t tell if Mammon was into it either with the way his eyes seemed hollow, as if he were looking through the TV. 

Before long, the movie ended, and he instantly shoved a new one in without saying anything. You didn’t complain, assuming he would be uncomfortable talking to you after the situation that transpired between the two of you a few hours before the first movie. He put on a romance movie next, and while you tried to focus on the story this time, the moment the two main characters kissed, all you could think of was you and Mammon kissing instead. You wondered how soft his lips would feel, if you’d be able to taste his chapstick or if he’d taste like popcorn and sickenly sweet soda, if he’d wrap his arms around your neck and press his body against yours, whether or not he’d use his tongue, or if he’d moan and squirm as you deepen the kiss. 

You grabbed a pillow from your bed and covered your lap with it, hoping to hide your boner from Mammon. His eyes focused on the movie though, and he reached into his bowl of popcorn to grab more, only to pout when he felt nothing. He had finished it an hour before and seemed to have forgotten. You, on the other hand, still had almost your full bowl of popcorn as you were too preoccupied with your dirty thoughts to eat any. You handed him your bowl of no-longer-warm popcorn, and he perked up to take it from you. A content smile came to his face as he shoveled more popcorn into his mouth, not caring if it wasn’t fresh. 

The credits greeted you the next time you blinked and exited your thoughts, and Mammon sat there, sniffling as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. You didn’t know what he was sad over since you couldn’t focus on this movie either. You reached onto the table next to you, grabbed the tissues, and handed them to him. While he blew his nose, you checked the time, taking a deep breath when you saw that it was only 1:36 am. As Mammon reached for another movie in his stash, you grabbed his hand. 

“Why don’t we mix things up a bit?” you said when he gave you a questioning look. 

Before he could ask what you meant, you scooted back towards your bed, grabbed the horror movie off of it, and scooted back to him. His eyes zoomed in on the cover of it, and they widened as he shook his head. 

“Why not? We could help you get over your fear of them. Think of it like exposure therapy. I’ll also be here to fend off any scary monsters that are lurking in the dark,” you said, and he hesitantly nodded his head, looking a little relieved. You offered him a soft smile and put the movie in. 

A scream sounded when it started, and Mammon jumped, the kernels in the bowl flying out of it and hitting the floor. You gave him a worried look, unsure if it was a good idea now, and he only shook his head and focused on the movie. Whenever suspenseful music came on, his body tensed, and during jumpscares, he’d fling his body around out of fright. When he had one especially bad fright, you paused the movie and scooted over to him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close to your body.

You rubbed up and down on his shoulder. He looked up at you, tears in his eyes. Your breathing stopped as you took in his disheveled appearance, teary eyes, and red face, and thoughts swam around your head and made your brain come close to short circuiting. Shallow breaths pushed through his lips as his chest moved up and down, and you swallowed thickly. Once he calmed down, he placed a hand on your thigh to push himself up, but it slipped, and your eyes widened when it brushed against your erection.

You turned your head towards him so slowly as everything felt like it was in slow motion. Mammon retracted his hand and shot up, and he stared back at you with wide eyes. The silence between the two of you resounded in your ears, louder than anything you’d ever heard before. Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to say something, but you couldn’t come up with anything to say. You were happy when Mammon said something, but his words were the last thing you’d expected him to say, only hearing them in your dreams.

“Do-do ya want some help with that?”

At the embarrassed tone in his voice, your body tensed. “What?” was all you could say, and you wanted to slap yourself for sounding so stupid.

“It looks painful,” he said as his eyes zoned in on your raging boner, and you realized he had knocked the pillow away from your lap in his haste to stand up.

“I-uh…” You couldn’t think of anything to respond with. You wanted to shout “Yes, please!”, but you didn’t want to scare him away and let him in on your carnal desires that revolved around him. “N-no! I can… I can take care of it myself.” The awkwardness in the room made you want to run into your bathroom to take care of it, but with the way Mammon kept staring at your erection, you felt that moving would be a bad idea. You grabbed the pillow and held it against your front as you stood up, Mammon’s eyes trailing up to your embarrassed face. “Good night, Mammon. Uh… See you tomorrow?” You wanted to jump into the burning pits of hell and die a painful death.

You tried to side shuffle your way to the bathroom, but before you made it far, Mammon walked up to you and pushed you down onto the bed. You let out a surprised grunt as your back sank into your mattress. The pillow disappeared from its spot covering your boner, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to see Mammon sitting on his knees between your legs. You sucked in a deep breath as he slipped his warm hands under your shirt and ran them across your torso. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he stared at the bulge in your sweatpants with hungry eyes, and your dick twitched.

He brought a shaky hand to the waistband of your sweatpants and boxers, and he dragged the both down, gasping when your erection sprang out in front of him. He grabbed the base of your cock in his hand, and his eyes trembled as he felt the heat from your shaft seep into his palm. His hesitation made you stop for a second.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Mammon. I can take care of it myself,” you told him, but he shook his head, fluffy white hair bouncing to show you his disagreement with your statement.

Mammon leaned in close to your dick, sucking in a deep breath when it throbbed in his hand, and placed a kiss to the smooth skin of your shaft. Your cock twitched at the feeling of his soft, warm lips against you, and the way he looked you straight in the eyes with hooded eyelids and irises burning with sexual desire made you want to take him right there

“I want to do it for ya,” he rasped, and you didn’t get the chance to answer before he licked a slow strip up your shaft while his thumb circled the tip, and your body flinched when his thumbnail scraped against your slit.

“Mammon,” you groaned as he pressed his thumb down against your slit, his soft lips working on the sides of your cock. You needed his mouth around you… now.

At the low, gravelly sound of your voice, Mammon squirmed in his spot on the floor, but he complied to your silent request. His thumb stopped circling your head, the warmth of his smooth lips soon replacing the rough pad of his finger. You let out a shaky breath as his lips parted, and warmth encased your tip as he slipped your length into his mouth. A hand grabbed at Mammon’s hair, and he groaned as you tugged at his roots, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves of pleasure down your cock. 

“Shit…” you breathed out, and Mammon dragged his mouth back up to your tip while his tongue swirled around it and picked up the beads of precum that spilled from the slit. 

His cheeks hollowed as he sucked at your tip, and soft hums of content left his throat as the bitter taste of your precum reached his taste buds and spread across his tongue. You ran your fingers through his hair, the soft strands caressing the skin of your digits as he relaxed his jaw and pushed his head down further on your cock. You bit your lip as the warmth from his mouth hit your dick and made it twitch, and when your tip pressed against the back of his throat, you couldn’t hold back the loud moan as his throat clenched around your length. You wanted to shove his head further down on your shaft, but the tears in his eyes made you stop, and he pulled off you as he gagged. Coughs wracked his body, and you grabbed the sides of his face, thumbs swiping at the tears spilling from his reddening eyes.

“Are you okay? If it’s too hard on you, we can just move on,” you said. The way his body shook with each cough stabbed at your chest, and you were five seconds away from telling him to drink some water while you busied yourself in the bathroom, but he shook his head again.

He looked you dead in the eyes, determination flashing through them, and the breath caught in your chest. He scooted closer to you until your legs sandwiched him, and your cock stood directly in front of his face. His pink tongue flicked out to swipe across his thick bottom lip, and he took a deep breath.

“I just need to get used to it. I ain’t stopping unless ya tell me you want to,” he said, and you opened your mouth to respond.

With one hand, he grabbed your cock, and the other reached up to settle high on your stomach. He applied pressure with his hand on your stomach until you flopped back onto your bed, and he wrapped his lips back around your tip. This time, he took a deep breath through his nose before he relaxed his jaw and pushed his head down your shaft. His throat closed around your shaft, and you squeezed your eyes shut. After a few seconds, it relaxed, and you hissed as more of you slipped into his mouth. You covered your eyes with your arm, trying your best to yourself back from thrusting into his mouth. 

Before long, his nose bumped against your pubic bone, and he hummed at the feeling of your large cock sitting inside his mouth and throbbing against his tongue. You couldn’t stop your hips from thrusting upwards, and Mammon let out a surprised gag. 

“Shit! I’m sorry… I couldn’t hold it back.”

He breathed out through his nose to tell you it was all right as he settled himself back down until all of you was inside his mouth. He stayed there for a few seconds to let his throat adjust to your size, and he pulled his head up, a wet sucking sound following before he shoved his head back down and repeating it again. Your stomach and legs tensed as he sucked in slowly every time he pulled up, and you sat up to place a steady hand on the back of his head. Once he fully got used to feeling you entering his mouth, he sped his pace, head bobbing up and down as wet gagging sounds echoed throughout your room. 

The warmth of his mouth mixing with the pressure from his sucking made your high come to you faster than you would have liked, and you twitched inside his mouth, signaling that you were close. He looked up at you through his bangs, his yellow and blue eyes piercing into yours, saliva spilling from his lips as he bobbed up and down on your cock. Tears formed a shiny gloss over his eyes as lust twinkled inside them, and you couldn’t stop your body from tensing as you twitched in his mouth and released your cum. Mammon didn’t pull off no matter how much you tried to tug him off. A throaty groan left your throat as your body tensed as you released inside his mouth.

As you filled his mouth with your thick, warm cum, his body twitched, and a loud, muffled moan left him. You pulled out of his mouth as a final string of cum shot out onto his face, and he stuck his tongue out to catch what he could as he let out ragged pants. While your orgasm calmed down, you took the chance to look over him and his disheveled appearance. His silky hair stuck up in random directions, and a mixture of saliva and tears made his reddened face shiny in the lights of your bedroom. His jacket and shirt were crumpled, and as you dragged your eyes down further, you sucked in a breath.

“Did… Did you just cum from sucking me off?” you said in surprise as you noticed the stain in his pants, and Mammon nodded slowly as his hooded eyes stared right into yours, his hands swiping your cum off of his face and shoving it into his mouth as a blush spread across his cheeks and ears. He swirled his lips around his digits, bobbing his head on them to get every last drop he could from them, and you groaned at the sight, your dick springing right back up.

“Get on the bed,” you ordered as blood rushed down to your erection, and he didn’t need to be told twice before he slipped off his belt, climbed onto the bed, and laid on his back, legs spread and the bulge in his pants prominent.

As you looked at his wet lips and lustful eyes, you bit your lips and ran your hands along the dips in his waist until you grabbed his jacket and helped slide it off him. He sat up to let you slip it free from his arms, his face centimeters from yours and his breath fanning against your lips. You leaned forward to capture his lips, but he laid back on the bed, his shirt riding up to expose the smooth muscles of his stomach. You let out an irritated breath and jabbed the inside of your cheek with your tongue, but you didn’t stop raking your eyes over his figure. On your bed. Ready to be fucked by you.

The fact that the reason for your sexual frustrations laid in front of you, ready for you to fuck him senseless, still felt like a dream to you. Mammon noticed you losing yourself in your thoughts, and he grabbed the collar of your shirt to pull you down on top of him. As you braced your forearms on either side of his head, he pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as you felt the softness of his lips rubbing against yours. A delicious shiver ran down your spine as you realized just how well your lips fit into Mammon’s, as if they were destined for each other. 

Your sexual fantasies took control of you, and while he softly kissed you, your tongue slithered between his lips and entered his mouth, eyes closing. He let out a surprised squeak that you swallowed and tensed underneath you as your tongue rubbed against his, but before long, he relaxed and let you swirl your tongue around his. Though the two of you had just eaten popcorn, his saliva tasted sweet against your taste buds, and you couldn’t get enough of it. Mammon fisted your shirt tighter as you deepened the kiss and licked inside his mouth, savoring the flavor of him as your mind clouded with lust. He shuddered when you licked his teeth, and his body warmed up underneath you until you could feel it through your clothes. When you pulled back to catch your breath and opened your eyes, your breathing stopped as Mammon looked at you with a red face, eyes hazy as soft pants pushed past his red and swollen lips.

“Fuck…” you said as your cock twitched in your pants, begging to be inside Mammon.

You dipped your head back down to recapture his lips as your hands ran underneath his shirt that exposed his stomach. Mammon’s stomach tensed underneath your cool hands, and he bit your bottom lip and tugged at it, letting out a content sigh as you rubbed his sides. The calloused skin of your hands caressed his smooth skin, and he shuddered underneath your touch as your hands slid higher up his body, pushing his shirt higher up on his body. Your thumb ran over his hard nipple, and he mewled, eyes screwing shut as his chest pushed up in the air until it rubbed against yours.    

Your arm slithered behind his back, pulling him closer against your chest while you twirled his nipple beneath your thumb. The soft pants he let out on your lips made it impossible for you to stop caressing his warm skin and pressing your lips to his. As you held him against your chest, your hand behind his back slid down until it brushed against the waistband of his jeans. He sucked in a breath as he clutched your face and kissed you, and you slipped your tongue back inside his mouth, your hand slipping beneath his jeans to ghost the rough pads of your fingers across the skin of his ass.

Mammon moaned at the warmth of your hand and thrusted his hips up, rubbing the bulge in his pants against your erection. You let out a shocked grunt at the feeling of him pressing against you, and you pulled away from him to sit back on your knees. He laid in front of you, shirt barely covering his chest as his nipples stood proudly in the air for you to train your eyes on and bulge painfully hard in his pants. A deep breath left you as you held yourself back from stripping him right there and taking him at once.

He decided to test your patience though when he trailed a hand up his exposed chest to his lips, dragging his bottom lip down while his other hand cupped your boner. He pushed himself back on you and ground against your boner, and you screwed your eyes shut, lips pursing to hide the groans that threatened to spill. Mammon didn’t like that, and he slowly circled his hips.

“Fuck, Mammon…” you breathed out, the lust in your voice dropping it an octave as his name rolled off your tongue to dance in his ears, and his teeth caught his finger as a light breath pushed from his lips at the way you said his name.

“Hurry up. I… I can’t take it no more, Y/N,” he said, hips still circling as the finger in his mouth trailed down to run over his boner, and you placed your hands on his hips to stop his movement. He opened his mouth to complain, but when you pulled him into a sitting position to slip off his shirt and throw it to the ground where it crumpled into a pile of cloth with his jacket, he zipped his lips and flopped back onto the bed. 

Your hands grabbed the waistband of his jeans after you unzipped it, and you tugged them free from his legs. He shuddered as the material of his jeans brushed against his sensitive skin. Your mouth ran dry as Mammon laid in front of you in nothing but his boxers, a thin sheen of sweat creating a shine against his warm tan skin. He propped himself up on his elbows and ran his eyes up and down your body. He pressed a foot against your boner, and you let out a string of breathy curses as the aching in your cock spread throughout your groin. You needed to be inside him, to feel his warmth squeezing you as he moaned in pleasure.

“Turn around,” you said as you grabbed his ankle to stop his foot.

“Wha- No. I wanna look at ya,” he said back, and you sighed, reaching into your bedside nightstand to grab out a bottle of lube you kept in there for reasons.

“I have to prep you first. It will be easier for you if you’re on all fours.” Before he could argue, you flipped him over until his ass stuck in the air.

Your tongue swiped across your bottom lip as you slid his boxers down his thighs. His body twitched when you grabbed his ass, and he groaned into your pillow as you kneaded the flesh of his ass in your palms. Your thumbs spread his ass apart until you saw his hole in front of you. It clenched around nothing, and you ghosted the pad of your thumb across it, loving the way Mammon shuddered beneath your touch.

“Hurry,” Mammon begged while you squirted lube onto your fingers.

“Patience, baby,” you said, the pet name slipping from your lips before you could stop it. 

Mammon’s face burned at the name, and he hid his face in your pillow. You smiled to yourself at the redness of his ears and neck that betrayed his embarrassment as you spread his ass with your lube-free hand. You swirled a lubed middle finger around his hole, and he sucked in a breath as the cold lube touched his skin. His entrance clenched, waiting for your finger to enter, and while you wanted to tease him for a while, the aching in your lower half told you to hurry it up.

“Are you sure you want this?” you asked him to make sure, finger still swirling around the skin surrounding his opening, and he peered at you over his shoulder with a groan.

“Why are ya asking it now? Just shove your fingers in. I can’t take it no more!” he told you with a grumble.

“I just want to make sure I’m not getting ahead of myself. Yes or no, Mammon. Do you want to continue?” you said as the tip of your finger scraped over his hole.

“Yes! Just hurry it up before I die over here!” he replied as he pushed his ass back in hopes of getting your finger inside of him.

 “Oh, we wouldn’t want you to die now, would we?” you drawled, and as Mammon opened his mouth to retort, you pushed your middle finger inside him.

He threw his head back as your finger pushed inside him, his walls tightening hungrily around it as his jaw clenched. You rested your forehead against his back as the warmth of him spread through your fingers. You could already imagine how he’d feel around your dick.

“Fuck, you’re so soft inside.” Your breath fanned across the bare skin of his back, and he shivered. When he didn’t respond, you jammed your fingers into his hole and watched him throw his head back and bite his bottom lip. The ease with which your fingers slid into him brought an image to your mind of Mammon fingering himself in preparation before coming over to you, and you licked your lips. “Did you prep yourself? You’re pretty loose already. Were you already anticipating this happening? 

“I... ain’t tellin’ ya!” he ground out through clenched teeth as you bent your fingers around inside of him. You smirked and ran your free hand along his thigh.

Soft pants left Mammon as you pulled your finger in and out of him, and you bit your lip as he clenched around you each time your finger moved. You added a second finger, and he let out a needy moan as your fingers rubbed against his walls. You spread your fingers inside him, scissoring him open as you thrusted your digits inside him. 

“Ah! Hah…” Mammon panted out as you sped up your pace. You angled your fingers downwards, and a high-pitched, drawn out moan left him as his body tensed underneath you.

“Found your sweet spot,” you said as you continued to shove your fingers inside him, adding a third one as you aimed for his prostate.

“Shit… Right-right there! Oh my-” He shoved his face into your pillow to muffle his moans, and you growled in annoyance.

While you fingered him, your free hand reached up to grab the back of his head, his white hair tickling your hand as you gripped the strands between your fingers, and you tugged his head back. He let out a shaky mewl as pain spread through his scalp and sent delicious tingles throughout his body. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face to his neck, where it hung from his Adam’s apple. His eyes screwed shut as heavy pants mixed with moans and spilled from his lips without stopping. 

Mammon pushed himself back against your fingers with each thrust, and you leaned forward to tilt his head to the side and capture his lips with yours. The inside of your mouth vibrated as he moaned into it, body tensing and hole clenching around you. You released his hair and reached a hand around to grab his dick in your hand. He let out a shocked choke as you ran your thumb over his tip, the nail of your thumb running over his slit and making his body jerk. Precum from his slit spread over his length and slicked it for you, and you flicked your wrist while you moved your fingers in and out of him. His body rocked back and forth, filthy noises leaving him every second as pleasure built up in his body. 

You squeezed his cock in your hand, and with a final thrust of your fingers, a slow, drawn out whimper spilled from him into your mouth as his body tensed and cum shot from his dick onto your bed. You flipped him onto his back, and he didn’t complain as his cum pressed into his back while he let out soft pants and tried to calm down from his orgasm. He watched as you slipped your shirt off, exposing your toned torso to his hungry eyes. 

The bed dipped for a second as you pushed yourself off it and walked to your nightstand to pull out a condom packet. As you stood there to grab a few—just in case you needed them—Mammon turned onto his side and grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging downwards. You chuckled as his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth while he focused all his attention on trying to strip you of your pants. With the condom packets in your hand, you complied with Mammon’s wishes and pulled your sweatpants down along with your boxer, and he sucked in a breath as your erection sprung out.

“You literally had this in your mouth several minutes ago,” you said.

“Well I didn’t get a good look at it then. Is… is that even gonna fit?” he asked as his eyes widened when your dick twitched.

“We can make it fit,” you replied, and he flopped onto his back again. “Are you sure you still want this?” You walked back to the bed, and it creaked as you got back on top of it.

“Y-yeah. It’s gonna hurt, ain’t it?” he asked, and you pursed your lips as his voice trembled a little.

You rubbed his thigh, swirling circles against his skin to calm him down. “I’ll do my best to make it as painless as possible. Just make sure you relax, okay?” 

He nodded, still a little hesitant, but the heat from your hand on his thigh eased his worries a bit. He spread his legs, and you slipped between them. You ripped open the condom packet and rolled it onto your cock. After pouring lube onto it, you poured some more on Mammon’s hole, and his body shuddered. You braced yourself on a hand as you held your dick with the other.

“I’m gonna put it in now,” you said as you looked into Mammon’s eyes, and he nodded while biting his lip, eyes trusting you fully. “Make sure you relax, babe.” After you spoke that pet name, you pressed your head against his entrance, not giving him any time to process the name that slipped past your lips. 

A sharp breath left him as his eyes squeezed shut, and his body tensed when his hole stretched to accompany the size of your tip. You peppered soft kisses against his chest, and he let out short gasps when your teeth nipped at his nipples. The veins on your neck bulged as you clenched your jaw, his tight hole sucking you in and squeezing your cock hard. As you pushed in deeper, Mammon’s back arched up from the bed as he pursed his lips and trapped a choked whine from leaving his mouth. His frantic hands grabbed your tensed jaw and yanked it up to stare at his face, and you let out a surprised noise as he crashed his lips into yours.

His hungry lips danced against yours, neither of you faltering as the pace quickened and turned sloppier, and you slipped his tongue in. His hands on your jaw fell down to grasp your shoulders, and he swallowed a soft hiss that left you as he dug his fingernails into your flesh, toes curling as your tongue swiped around inside his mouth and brushed against his in a sloppy, wet mess. While you distracted him with the kiss, you took the chance to pour more lube onto your dick before you slid yourself in more until you reached halfway.

Pain flared up in your shoulders as Mammon’s nails dug at your skin, but you ignored it when you remembered how much more pain he was in compared to you. Tears spilled from his screwed-shut eyes, and your heart hurt at the sight. You started pulling yourself out of him, ready to stop there and just finger him until he came, but as you slid out of him, he wrapped his legs around your waist and locked his ankles to trap you in.

“Don’t… Don’t pull out,” he ground out, and your eyebrows creased in concern.

“But you’re hurting, Mammon. I don’t want to hurt you,” you replied, and he shook his head.

“I’ll get used to it. I-I wanna feel ya inside me. Fully inside me. I’ll tell ya to stop if it becomes too much.”

 Though not fully convinced, you nodded, and he pulled you back down into another lust-filled kiss as you pushed yourself inside again. You let out a throaty groan as your pelvic bone hit against his ass, the full length of your cock nestling inside of him. Mammon mewled against you, your hot and pulsating cock a strange feeling inside of him that he loved already. You ran your hands along his sides, and you dipped your head down after pulling away from his lips to roll your tongue around his nipple. When his back arched as you nipped at his skin, your hand grabbed his free nipple and twisted it between the calloused pads of your fingertips. He cried out in pleasure, walls tensing around your cock, causing you to hiss against his skin.

“Didn’t expect you to be this sensitive,” you said as your tongue swiped over his nipple while you looked up at him, and his body twitched, soft pants escaping him.

“Shut… shut up!” An aching, drawn-out moan slipped from his lips when you pinched his nipple and nipped at the other one, and you grunted against his skin as he clenched around you. 

You wanted to move so badly, but you weren’t sure he had adjusted yet, and you weren’t about to make this experience horrible for him. The two of you stayed still for a few moments, Mammon’s hole trying to get used to the foreign object of your dick inside it while you practiced patience. Your neck veins popped as you willed yourself to not move. Heavy pants pushed past your lips as you screwed your eyes shut and felt a bead of sweat drip down your forehead before it hand from the tip of your nose. Mammon watched the bead of sweat hang on for dear life before it plummeted down onto his skin, and he pursed his lips. 

His entrance still burned where it took you in, but pleasure mixed with it and spread out from his hole until it coursed through his body, and he knew he needed you to move before this pleasure became unbearable. While you remained still above him, he pushed himself back against you and grunted as you slid in and out of him. The clenching of his walls and the groans leaving his mouth forced your eyes open until you looked down on him. His eyes looked down at where the two of you connected, mouth open as groans turned into soft moans, and his hands clutched the bed sheets as he pushed himself back and forth on you. 

“F-fuck… You’re-you’re gonna hurt yourself, Mammon. You haven’t adjusted yet,” you told him as you fought the will to slam into him as you watched his chest heaved up and down, perky nipples standing straight in the air and begging to be touched. 

“I don’t… give a… shit!” he ground out, and his body spasmed as your dick poked at a certain spot inside him. “Fuck!” he said as he shut his eyes and tightened around you until you felt ready to burst inside him. When you remained still, his eye flicked up to glare at you, and he locked his ankles behind your low back, pulling your hips towards him and pushing your dick deeper inside him. “Move.” 

The thin string of reason that held you together reached its final thread before it snapped, and you wasted no time in slipping your dick out of him before thrusting it back inside him, hitting his sweet spot. His back arched as he threw his head back on your pillow, exposing his neck to you. As your dick slid in and out of him, you bent your head down towards his neck to nip at the skin around his Adam’s apple, smirking against his skin when sharp breaths left him whenever your teeth caught his skin between them. 

You pulled back to admire the red blossoming against his skin around his Adam’s apple, and he covered his eyes with an arm as he noticed the proud look in your eyes that made his heart skip a beat, but he didn’t notice the feeling as pleasure replaced all the pain inside his body and built up deep inside him. Before he had come into your room, a deep itch inside him had taken his time as he tried anything he could to get it to stop, from the use of his fingers to any of the sex toys Asmodeus has given him, but only your dick seemed to reach the deep spot inside him that he desperately needed hit. His body heated up with each thrust into him until he burned beneath you and sent his warmth coursing through your body. 

Your hands grabbed his waist, and you pulled him back against your cock with each thrust, and his eyes widened as you slammed into his prostate. He reached his hands out to grab at his aching cock that begged for attention, but before his fingers could wrap around his shaft, you detached a hand from his side to grab his wrists and pull his hands away from his cock. He whined as you thrusted into him, precum leaking from his slit and spilling down the side of his desperate cock as he tried to yank his wrists free.

“Uh uh uh. I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” you told him, and Mammon glared at you.

“Ya dick,” he said, and you smirked.

“Well, that’s what’s inside you right now anyways.” 

He flushed and groaned as his hole stretched around your cock. His silence after your remark made you smirk at how cute he was, but at the same time, he looked so sexy as he sucked your cock up with his hungry hole.

“Are you sure you aren’t the real avatar of lust?” you asked, your eyes raking over Mammon’s appearance. Tears pricked the corners of his blue and yellow eyes, a shine coating them and making them shimmer, as saliva spilled from his open mouth that let out whines while he focused his attention on your cock sliding in and out of him. His hair stuck to his forehead as sweat coated his entire body and enhanced his lean muscles that contracted with each thrust of your cock. With your hand restricting his wrists, the redness of his face added to the fucked out look on his face, and your cock swelled inside him.

“Fuck, I’m close!” he cursed, fingers curling up as he tensed beneath you.

At those words, you switched your positions until your back rested against the bed sheets and Mammon sat on top of you. Your teeth caught your bottom lip as you looked up at him, his eyes hazy as his mouth hung open, saliva dripping from the corners as his dick twitched against his stomach. He let out a deep moan and leaned forward on top of you, resting his hands on your tense stomach as he adjusted to the new position. Your dick hit deeper inside him and reached spots he didn’t even know were possible, but he loved the feeling, especially when your cock pulsed inside him and begged for him to move. 

You rested your hands on his hips to help guide him as he started off slowly, lifting his hips up before he sank back down on your shaft. He threw his head back, mouth wide open as a silent moan wracked his body, your tip pushing deep against his walls. 

“It’s… so deep!” he gasped out as he lifted himself up one more time before plunging back down. His body trembled with pleasure, and you clenched your jaw as he tightened around you. 

He sped his pace up as he got used to your cock hitting deeper inside, and your hands on his hips moved down to grip his ass and spread it apart. His hole sucked you in, wet sounds echoing throughout the room as he moved his ass up and down your shaft. He laid down on top of you, his chest pressing against yours, and he pressed his lips to yours as you snapped your hips up to match each drop of his hips. You swallowed his moans, your tongue swirling inside his mouth. His pace became more frantic, and you knew he was close. His body tensed, cock swelling.

“I-I can’t anymore…” he panted out, pace slowing down as fatigue took over, and you flipped your positions one more time so that he laid underneath you. 

Without warning, you slammed yourself inside him, angling yourself so that your tip hit him in his prostate each thrust. His toes curled with pleasure as his body tensed underneath you, cock twitching and ready to burst. The build up of pleasure he had been experiencing threatened to spill out with each snap of your hips, and he bit his lips to hold back the long string of moans that wanted to escape.

“Don’t bite your lips. I want to hear you moan as you cum,” you said, and he obeyed at once, his teeth releasing his lips to let out staccato moans that were music to your ears. 

“I’m-I’m comin'!” he said as he pushed his head back against the pillow, hands gripping the bed sheets.

“Me too,” you grunted out as your cock twitched inside him, and when he squeezed your cock, you came undone inside him with a deep grunt.

As your cum filled up the condom inside him, Mammon let out a loud, drawn-out moan before his body tensed and shook with pleasure. His back arched off of the bed, stars dotting his vision as a wave of pleasure he had never experienced before washed over him. His toes curled, hand clutching the bed sheets and eyes screwing shut as he let out a debauched cry. Your mouth hung open as you watched his body twitched underneath you, hole clenching sporadically around your sensitive cock.

“Was that a dry orgasm?” you asked as Mammon’s body stopped spasming, no cum dripping down the side of his cock or against his skin.

His dazed eyes and twitching cock told you all you needed, and you gripped his dick in one hand. Your hand jerked up and down it, feeling his veins pressing against your hand with each motion. He twitched underneath you as overstimulation wracked his body, and he whined.

“N-no more. I can’t take anymore,” he said.

“Just a little more, baby. You need to let it out,” you told him, and he mewled when the nail of your thumb hit his slit. 

When his cock swelled in your hand, you tightened your grip on his cock and slid your hand up and down faster until his body jerked and a string of hot cum shot out of his tip. His cum splattered against his chest, and his hole squeezed you, and you groaned as you realized your oversensitive dick still settled deep inside him.

You rolled off Mammon as you pulled out of him and plopped onto the bed beside him. Heavy pants left him as he tried to return his breathing to normal while he calmed down from his high. Once his breathing returned to normal, you rolled onto your side and propped your head up on your hand to look at him. He flickered his eyes up towards you, and you licked your lips, your dick still pounding. 

“Let’s go for another round,” you said and gave him puppy eyes that he looked away from to not get suckered in. 

“But what about the other movies we didn’t- Ahhh!” Mammon didn’t get to finish his words as you pounced on him and peppered his body with kisses. As his soft gasps met your ears with each butterfly kiss, you realized something.

The rest of the movies would have to wait until another day.

[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Chapter 16

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

She stands on the rain-soaked sidewalk, staring up at the silhouette of the steeple against the grey sky. Church has always been a place to come home to, and yet she’s dreading walking through these doors.

Ethan slips his hand into hers, all long fingers and soft palm, and she looks at him.

“Ready?” he asks softly, and she nods once.

They push through the imposing wooden doors and enter the anteroom, turning to the right to find Father O’Dowell’s office. Ethan raps thrice on the door frame and a gruff voice commands them to enter.

“Dana, Ethan, please sit down,” he directs as they enter the room, and they take the seats across from his desk. “You’re ready to begin your Pre-Cana, then?” he asks over his bifocals, and they nod in unison.

Ethan reaches across the armrest to take the hand in her lap and she holds it limply, her stomach twisting as though it’s attempting to turn itself inside out. She probably should have eaten breakfast.

“As you both know,” Father O’Dowell begins, “marriage between two baptized Catholics such as yourselves is a sacrament. Much as Jesus turned water into wine in Cana, your marriage will be a miracle, becoming something greater and more powerful than you are alone. Your marriage will be a symbol which reveals the Lord Jesus and through which his divine life and love are communicated.”

He pauses to consider them, and she works hard to keep her expression neutral, if not leaning ever so slightly towards pleased. She can’t let the panic in her belly find its way to her face in front of this priest.

“Have you discussed your sacramental marriage commitment to each other, under all circumstances? You are each entering into this union with the intention to die married to one another, forsaking all others?” he says, giving her a pointed look.

Is she imagining it, or is he directing all of this towards her and not Ethan? She swallows and then nods softly.

“Alright,” he continues, opening a folder and sifting through several sheets of paper, “let’s talk, then, about how to prepare for a successful marriage, so that you might spend eternity as man and wife.”

Eternity.

———

“You okay?,” Ethan asks, sitting down beside her on the couch and resting his hand on the back of her neck with a brief squeeze.

She nods. “That was just...a lot,” she replies with tired eyes.

Two hours spent talking to Father O’Dowell about how they’d raise their children, how they’d keep Christ present in their marriage daily, what holiday traditions they wanted to create for their family, how they will approach conflict resolution. As a private person, these conversations feel invasive and embarrassing, but even more than that she is shell shocked by how many times he used the word eternity. Of course she knows that what she is signing on for is the rest of her life with Ethan, but the hammering home of the eternity bit along with the fact that divorce is out of the question was a bit jarring.

“You want me to stay?” Ethan asks with a concerned look. “I can cancel, it’s no big deal.”

“No,” she replies with a wave of her hand, “you should go, I think I’d actually benefit from some time alone.”

“Right, before we spend ETERNITY together,” he replies with a smirk, and she knows it’s supposed to make her laugh, but it only makes her want to run. “Okay. I’m gonna get going then, and I’ll see you tomorrow evening. I think maybe around 7, but it’ll depend on traffic. You don’t need to wait for me for dinner or anything.”

She sighs deeply. “Okay, have fun. Be safe.” She forces a weak smile.

He kisses her twice, whispers I love you into her ear, and leaves with a suitcase in hand for his college buddy’s bachelor party in Philly.

She flops to the side so that she’s laying on the couch, and spends a long while staring blankly at the ceiling.

Eternity.

That’s a very long time. The unequivocal unacceptability of divorce makes it feel longer. Realistically, of course catholic people get divorced, it happens. But how could she put her mother through that? And why is she moving forward with marrying a man if she’s considering the possibility of divorce before they’re even married?

Sitting up, she runs her hands over the skirt of her baby blue dress, the church-appropriate outfit she wore even on a day that is unseasonably cool and dreary. Always dressing for the occasion, doing what is expected of her. Always making the right choice.

She stands, grabbing her purse and keys, and leaves the apartment. She needs to be somewhere else, anywhere else. She needs to escape for a bit.

She’s been driving aimlessly for some time with the radio off when she finds herself parked in front of 2630 Hegal Place. She exits the car and walks around the block, letting the gentle rain soak her shoulders and seep into her heels. Three times. Four times. On the fifth trip, she approaches the front doors of the building.

She pauses with her hand on the door handle, too afraid to ask herself what she’s doing here. She just wants to stop thinking for a little bit. About Ethan, about marriage, about eternity. She just wants to exist for a little bit as Dana, just herself, without any of that baggage. She pulls the door open.

Mulder greets her with a dazed expression, wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt. He stares at her for a long moment, taking in the beads of water trailing off the ends of her soaked hair and her chattering jaw. He looks a little afraid, like a grenade with the pin pulled just appeared on his doorstep. All she has to do is let go and the explosion is inevitable, along with the destruction.

She opens her mouth to speak, but she can’t find words. She searches his face, looking for some reason to stay or to leave. Looking for an answer. His eyes darken a little and at that moment she lets go. She feels the tick tick tick of the timer; it’s already too late to stop. She moves one step beyond his threshold and drops her purse on the floor unceremoniously before threading her wet arms around the back of his neck, their mouths coming together like sea and shore. His lips are warm and pliant, hints of coffee and salt slick on his tongue as he slides it against her teeth. She sighs deeply, a silent moan, a giving over of control and higher reasoning, melting into the sturdy man before her as rays of sun into an oak tree.

She feels his hands warming her back, sliding down to her hips. Hips before hands, she thinks, and her pelvis bucks towards him. His hands slide down over her ass until they find the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up and onto him, carrying her like a wounded soldier into his bedroom. Her weight is dead against him, seeking only to be taken, to be had. She has nothing for him but she wants to give. Oh but she wants to give.

He sets her there on the bed, damp as a dish towel and quivering with the cold and the adrenaline. His hot lips transfer his heat to her neck, chest, face, arms. He breathes his life onto her skin, igniting her square by square until she feels like a checkerboard of warmth and chill. She’s pushed her legs wide open, welcomed the solid weight of his body to rest against her heat, and he is sending her dress higher up her thighs with eager but gentle hands.

They have not spoken a word.

As he kisses her, his fingers play tentatively at the hem of her panties, seeking permission or watching for objection. Finding none, he allows one index finger to slip behind the gusset that covers her soaked vulva, the flat of his fingernail brushing along her lips and sending shockwaves down her legs. He lets out a long, staggered breath and repeats the movement quickly a few times, groaning as her breath catches and she bucks into him. She has never wanted anyone more in her entire life. Has never needed anyone as much as she needs him now.

And then his head is between her legs, and he’s pulling her panties to the side as the rigid tip of his tongue flicks at her experimentally. She gasps audibly, a half-cry escaping her throat that catches as his finger delves inside of her, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her head lolls back, mouth agape and rapidly drying out as she struggles for air. His lips are sucking and nipping, his tongue prodding and stroking, while his fingers flutter against a place that she is only just now realizing exists. She feels a warm tingle in her toes, a flood of dopamine coursing through her, rendering her incapable of rational thought. She is high on sex and pleasure and Mulder and if this were a drug she could buy, she would go broke tomorrow.

Gathering, building, peaking, she is a swell on still waters, giving nothing away of the chaos that rages below. When she starts coming, she cries out “oh,” which is the first word either of them has said. Oh, and she���s exploding around him, and across his tongue. Oh, and he’s flexing his finger inside her, drawing it out. Oh, and as the tidal wave of release begins to recede, the awareness of what has just happened settles over her. Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, what has she done?

Oh, god.

Oh, no.

She recoils from him, pushing up into a sitting position on the bed as her hand comes to her mouth in horror.

“Scully?” he asks, reaching for her, and she pushes his hand off her knee.

She’s shaking her head, her eyes wild and unbelieving. She has to go. She has to get out. She slides off the bed and makes her way wordlessly to the foyer.

“Scully, what’s going on, are you okay?” He follows her, his fading erection still nudging the front of his sweatpants, his lips glistening with her wetness. She can’t look at him.

Her wet shoes are returned to her feet, her purse hanging haphazardly from her elbow. Mulder is looking at her with fear and confusion. She thinks he might try to stop her from leaving.

Swallowing hard to bring moisture to her throat, she forces out a strangled “I’m so sorry,” and then she goes, she runs. Down the stairwell because she can’t bear to wait for the elevator, out into the now pouring rain and behind the wheel of her car. She drives fast and recklessly, nothing left worth trying to protect.

Oh, what has she done?

[honey-dewey]

All For The Hunt

Pairing: Din Djarin/Jedi Reader

Word Count: 3,282

When gathering bounties, the Reader wonders how long it would take Mando to catch them. A bet ensues. Will the Reader last all 24 hours, or will Mando hunt them down before the time is up?

You sighed in the comforting silence of the Crest, carefully taking apart your lightsaber to examine the purple kyber crystal. You’d never had problems with your lightsaber, but you liked to be sure everything would continue to be in working order for any future events. Grogu was asleep, and would likely be that way for at least the next 24, if not 48, hours. The final member of your small clan was sitting on a crate, silently sorting through available bounties. He dismissed most of them on the basis of time, considering the three of you could only be in one place for a week or two. 

“How long does it take you to catch one?” You asked, breaking the silence as you clicked your saber pieces back together. 

Mando looked up, the T of his visor sending a shiver down your spine. “What?” 

You shrugged off the feeling of the shiver, putting your saber back on your belt. “How long does it take you to catch a bounty, on average?” 

“On average,” Mando repeated slowly, clearly thinking it over. “Two days, depending on the skill set the bounty has.” 

Nodding, you stretched. “What about me? How long would it take you to find me?”

Mando was quiet. He’d met you due to a bounty on your head, but had never once tried to turn you in or hunt you down. “Where?” 

“Here,” you said, gesturing to an open hatch that overlooked the bustling city.

Again, Mando considered it. “A day.” 

“A day?” You laughed, standing and moving to set up your sleeping area. “I bet I could last longer than that.” 

“Do you now,” Mando drawled, his voice a tone you’d decided long ago was amused. 

You smirked. “Yeah. I do. I think it would take you at least two to catch me and bring me back to the Crest.” 

Mando stood, holding a hand out. “Wanna bet?”

Immediately, your chest tightened with excitement. You and Mando made bets a lot, considering it was often the only thing to do in hyperspace. “Fine,” you said, shaking his hand. “Some rules. No going easy on me. I want this to feel legit.” 

Mando nodded. On bigger bets, you and him would alternate coming up with rules until you were both satisfied. “Second,” he said. “No intent to hurt or kill.” 

An obvious one, but you kept going. “I get a head start of half an hour.” 

“Okay. No using your weird power.” 

“It’s called the Force, and sometimes I can’t control it.” 

“Fine. No excessive intentional Force using.” 

“Then you can’t use any weapons beyond your blasters.” 

“My built in ones?” 

“I’ll make an exception. But no Z-6. It stays here. And don’t use those fancy ass settings on your HUD. That absolutely counts as cheating.”

Eventually, you and Mando reached a nice point of agreement on all fronts, and you began to get ready as Mando took the Child into the cockpit to wait out your half hour head start. 

Immediately, you dug up clothes Mando didn’t even know about, dressing quickly. They were your old Jedi robes, altered after you left to help you survive with a bounty on your head. You clipped your saber to your belt and tugged your old boots on, carefully tying away your hair and slipping on your hood. 

Walking silently out of the Crest, you checked your wrist, where a small multipurpose watch sat nestled between strips of leather to make makeshift vambraces. You set the watch to alert you when Mando left and raced off into the city. 

Even now, as the sun was setting, the city was busy. You slowed, checking your watch. Mando was still on the ship, and would continue to be for another ten minutes.

Taking a minute, you stopped to wander, making a plan. It had been almost 18 months since you’d hid from anyone this way, but as you imagined the Mandalorian hunting you down, it sharpened your instincts back to their razor-fine point. 

You smiled to a merchant you bought food off of, heart beating faster when your watch chimed and set a 24 hour timer. Mando was on the hunt. 

Scanning the skyline, you noticed a standout structure. A big wheel with baskets to hold people. It was in the more abandoned part of town, where only the desperate dwelled. 

But you weren’t desperate yet. Drawing your hood closer around your face, you continued about your way, acting as if you belonged. With your bag and your entirely innocent demeanor, you hoped Mando’s helmet would just glide right over the back of your head. 

You fought to keep yourself from tensing when you heard the telltale clinking of beskar behind you. But you managed to keep yourself composed as Mando passed right by you. The merchant you were talking to was relaxed, maybe a bit too relaxed, you realized as you used the Force to speed up the transaction. 

Stuffing the spare clothes into your bag, you bowed slightly to the merchant and began to walk off, towards the residential district. To anyone, it would look as if you were merely done shopping for the evening and were headed home. 

As you walked, you cursed your subconscious instincts. The Force had, upon remembering the feeling of being hunted down, heightened your hearing. You pulled your hood down, sliding a pair of pod racer goggles over your eyes. You couldn’t risk getting anything in your eyes now. 

Leaving your hood down, you shivered as a breeze blew through, carrying the sound of beskar. Was he already on your trail? 

Wondering if he’d remember if you used Force persuasion on him, or if it would even work at all, you continued to walk without a care in the world. Ducking down a narrower street, towards the abandoned district, you checked your watch once you were in a good enough alcove. An hour had passed since the hunt had begun. 

You continued to make your way towards the wheel, climbing up on people’s rooftops and racing across with silent footsteps. You caught sight of Mando at one point, checking his vambrace. Probably checking the time, just as you had been periodically doing.

You walked away, ducking behind a chimney when he turned to look in your direction. But his focus was on the ground. Had he seriously forgotten about the skillset that kept you alive for all those years? 

You continued towards the wheel structure, killing another hour with how you were twisting and turning to see if Mando was following you or if he was just looking. 

You scaled the wheel with ease upon reaching it, settling down in the highest basket. You could see Mando’s helmet glinting in the low night lights occasionally, but he didn’t seem to be on any kind of trail, so you scooted down, heightened your senses, and closed your eyes to sleep. 

You woke to the sun on your face, filtered through the protective lenses of your goggles. You were awake immediately, senses all hitting eleven as you felt someone scaling the wheel. 

Looking down, you blood ran cold. With nine hours gone and fifteen left, Mando had found you. 

You scooped your stuff up, tossing the cloak you’d purchased on to hide your Jedi clothes. In one smooth movement, you jumped, grabbing the old structural beams of the wheel and thanking the Force you’d picked up a pair of gloves as you swung from beam to beam with practiced ease. 

By the time you’d hit the ground, Mando was only halfway down, cursing loudly. So he had forgotten you were a self-taught acrobat. 

As soon as your boots made contact with the ground, you took off running, heading through the maze of scrap metal. You gave Mando a generous five minutes to get off the wheel, so you abandoned your cloak down one split at a fork in the road, backed up, and sprinted down the other one. 

You were aiming to hide away in the shadows of one of the warehouses, hoping they were filled with junk you could hide behind. Once you had proper shadow cover, no one would be able to find you. 

Of course, your entire plan was hinging on Mando not finding you before you reached the warehouse. The Force was active in your veins, reaching out and determining where he’d gone. He had followed the fork with your cloak, which would take him back to the market district. 

Slowing to a walk, you caught your breath, noting a pair of eyes on you. “Hello?” 

The person squeaked, hiding behind a crate. 

You smiled, trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible. “Hi. Did I scare you? I’m so sorry, me and my friend are just playing a game.” 

The person, who you could now see was a child, peered out. “You’re a Jedi.” 

You glanced down at the lightsaber on your belt. “I was,” you murmured. “But now, I’m just a person.” 

The child still seemed nervous. “Do you need help?” 

Crouching down so we’re the child’s height, you thought. Mando hadn’t said anything about receiving help, but you were fairly certain it was against the rules anyway. “No,” you said. “Like I said, it’s just a game. My friend isn’t actually trying to hurt me.” 

Of course, in that moment, a thick rope wrapped around your body, causing the child to cry out, scurrying away down a tunnel as you writhed. Truthfully, this would’ve been easy to escape, but you wanted to put on a show and make this interesting. You stood, hearing Mando’s footsteps clinking slowly as he wound the rope closer. 

“I can bring you in warm,” a low voice said from behind you, causing your entire body to shiver with an exhilarating mix of terror and excitement. “Or I can bring you in cold.” 

You waited, still and compliant, as Mando drew closer. Might as well use this time to test a previous theory. 

You turned, leaving a single coil of rope around your elbows and waist. “Mando. They sent you after me, hm? They’re fools, all of them.” 

Mando, to his credit, stayed silent. 

Sighing, you lifted your hands, opening your palms in the universal ‘I’m unarmed’ gesture. “I’m not your bounty,” you said firmly, dominant hand making a small arc as you prayed this would work. Mando’s mind was a steel trap, and Force persuasion rarely worked on those who were strong willed. “You need to let me go and head back to the market district. That’s where your bounty went.” 

Mando’s body shuddered, muscles tensing. “Shut up,” he growled, actually growled, at you. 

Instead, you repeated your phrase, putting as much Force behind it as possible. 

Mando didn’t falter, and when you saw that this wasn’t going anywhere, your dominant hand shot down, quick as a flash, and grabbed your lightsaber. Severing the rope in one smooth movement, you raced off while Mando caught his bearings, shaking his head and following after you. 

You were fast and you knew it, having been trained as a Jedi meant you were always in peak physical condition. But no amount of exercise or training could help the fact that Mando’s legs were longer than yours. 

“Shit!” You yelled, skidding around a corner and seeing a ten foot tall chain link fence between you and the warehouses. At the top of the fence sat coils of highly charged wire, meant to deter those who wanted to enter. But nothing could deter you now. 

You began to scale the fence, making it almost all the way up before Mando caught up to you. He called your name out, voice desperate. “Come back here!” 

“Like hell I will,” you replied, gripping the top chain and praying this would work. 

He called your name again, the fear in his voice making you pause. “You’ll get hurt! Let’s just go.” 

You screwed your eyes shut. In one calculated movement, you threw your body over the electric wire, arching your back and falling the ten feet down to the ground on the other side. 

Turning, you smiled at Mando, who was in apparent shock that that had actually worked. “Good luck,” you said with a mock salute. “You only have fourteen hours left.” 

Just like that, you ran off, heading down the row of warehouses. You picked one about five down, some old storage plant that made an excellent hiding place. Wedging yourself between two crates on the top floor, you settled in with an old book and a dim flashlight. 

At the three hour mark, you put your book down, wanting to save the rest for later, just in case you found somewhere else to hide. Instead of reading, you shuffled around until you found a semi-comfortable position and slipped into sleep. 

Your nap lasted longer than expected, clocking in at just over five hours. The exhaustion of being hunted wasn’t entirely foreign to you, but it had been a while since you’d experienced it, and you were fairly certain that you’d sleep for years upon reaching the Crest again. 

You checked your watch, standing and stretching to work the kinks out of your neck and back. Six hours left. This was shaping up to be the longest twenty four hours of your life. You’d always been cautious when you’d been hunted, but those were average bounty hunters. Being hunted by Mando was a totally different experience. 

Speaking of Mando, he wasn’t anywhere close to you, if your senses were accurate. You looked around, spotting a promising place to settle in the shadows. 

You carefully scaled thick chains and swung a few times to reach the hanging canvas cloth, held in the air by a length of chain. It took a few tries, but you were eventually cocooned safely in your makeshift hammock. Leaning back and letting the canvas cradle your body, you pulled your book out, entirely determined to finish it. 

You did manage to finish the book, killing another five hours. Only one left. 

At this point, you were worried about Mando. He hadn’t showed up for thirteen hours, which was concerning. Had he given up? No, he wouldn’t. He had to have a plan. 

You wiggled upright, wrapping a leg loosely in chain and sliding down to the ground. If Mando was waiting for you, then you’d give him what he wanted. There was only an hour left anyway. 

You found him in the market district square, talking to a merchant. He was waiting for you to come to him. 

“Smart bastard,” you grumbled, checking your watch. Half an hour. 

Mando turned, spotting you with your saber out but unlit. “You found me.” 

“You were baiting me,” you argued. “You’re still treating this like a game.” 

Everyone in the square hurried off, as if bounty hunts were normal out here. There was a clear ring for you and Mando. 

You lit your lightsaber, moving to a fighting stance. “Come get me, Mandalorian.” 

Mando’s hand twitched on his blaster, but before he could get a shot out, you were gone. 

You ducked and weaved down abandoned streets, lightsaber unlit in your hand. You were headed back to the Crest, Mando hot on your heels. 

You jumped, easily stepping up a stack of crates to the rooftops. Mando remained on the ground, racing beside you. He fired his blaster off a few times, and while his aim was true, you blocked them with ease, saber lit and whirring as you ran. 

Eventually, you reached the end of the roofs, jumping down and zig-zagging your way through the smaller houses on the outskirts of the city. The Crest was just up ahead, and you skidded behind it, where no one else could see you fight. 

Mando came up behind you with a flurry of dust, his blaster raised. You blocked the shots, hearing the click of the blaster emptying. Mando swore, coming at you with his fists. 

It wasn’t a horrible mistake, but his fighting style was entirely focused on physical force, whereas yours was more about the dance and balance of the fight. You matched Mando’s every move, whirling around him and occasionally striking his pauldron or backplate. Your lightsaber did nothing against the beskar, but it was more about the fact that you were slowly wearing him out. 

Eventually, you managed a high kick, accidentally aiming wrong. You’d meant to catch his collarbones, but your foot hit the lower lip of his helmet instead, sending it flying off and spiraling into the air.

You stopped, squeezing your eyes shut. “Fuck. Sorry. Go get that, okay? No cheap shots, I promise.” 

Mando shuffled, grabbing his helmet. When he softly signaled you, you opened your eyes. He was ready, fists raised. As you lit your saber and slid to a fighting stance, your watch beeped. You stared at it, confusion quickly melting to happiness. “I won!” 

Mando stood straight, a low chuckle coming from under his helmet. “So you did.” 

You two ended up back in the Crest, the same way you’d been the last time you’d been here. You had bathed, changing back into the soft sleep clothes you wore around the Crest. Mando, still in his armor, recharged his blaster, methodically taking apart his pulse rifle to examine the pieces. You did the same to your lightsaber, sitting opposite Mando in the cargo hold. 

“You never told me what you wanted.” 

“Hm?” You looked up, a bit confused. 

Mando shrugged. “You won. What do you want?” 

“I dunno,” you said softly, clicking your saber pieces back together. “Who are you?” 

“What?” 

“That’s what I want,” you decided. “Who are you Mando? I’ve known you for almost two years, and yet, I know nothing about you.” 

Mando was silent, so silent you figured he wouldn’t answer. But then, he looked up. 

“My name is Din Djarin.” 

You smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Din Djarin.” 

After that, it was silent again. You finished with your saber, putting it with your day clothes and heading to the cockpit to entertain Grogu, who had just woken up. 

That night, after you’d laid down in your tiny sleeping area, you heard the door hiss open. Assuming it was just Din, you rolled over, rubbing your eyes against the harsh lights. “What?” 

Din looked as ashamed as someone wearing a face-covering helmet could. “I can’t sleep.” 

You were still confused. “Pardon?” 

“I can’t sleep.” 

“I heard you,” you grumbled. “But what does that mean?” 

Din took a breath. “Every time I close my eyes, I just see you, leaping that fence like an idiot. You scared me. I thought you were going to die.” 

“Huh.” You shuffled in your bed, balling the blanket up. “I guess, well. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine,” Din promised. “But can I?” 

He didn’t even need to finish. You scooted over, making as much room as you could. “C’mon. Yours probably has more room, but I know for a fact my mattress is softer than yours, and I’m sore as shit right now.” 

Din chucked, climbing into the bunk and lifting Grogu up with him. 

It took some finessing, but eventually, you and Din were comfortably snuggling together in your bed, Grogu in his tiny hammock above your feet. 

“Do you really sleep with it on?” You asked the pitch blackness in front of you. 

“Hm?” Din hummed, and his voice sounded clearer, more human. 

You smiled, curving into his chest and wrapping him up closer to you. “I guess not. Good night Din.” 

Din let out a soft breath, ruffling your hair and letting his chin rest on top of your head. “Good night.”

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[l-strawberry-lawliet]

The Best Medicine

L. Lawliet x Reader/Self Insert

Gender: Technically neutral with language.

Rating: T (Teen Audiences and Up) because of (non-sexual) nudity and an implied sexual relationship

Type: Fluff and Romance, Fluff Without Plot, Fluff and Comfort, Non-sexual Physical Intimacy

Summary: Chronically ill/disabled and spirit medium reader/self insert trained in psychology and behavioral analysis is recovering from a flare up. They get a call from L, who has a surprise for them.

With a flick of my wrist, I tossed a bit of feed into the pond, watching the koi swarm for it. L was in Germany on an investigation. After one of my chronic illness flaring again and kicking my ass, I had been in no condition to travel, let alone accompany him for the case. Today had been the first day in a week that I could breathe easily again, let alone get out of bed without feeling overly tired and weak. Currently I sat huddled in my sweater, tugging the soft fabric closer in the early morning mist. Our calm, sweet mutt Pi was resting on the bench at my side, head laying in my lap.

It was peaceful this early in the day with no one else in sight. Roger would call in about an hour to check on me, then Watari would call to do the same. When the thoughts all jumbled and bunched in his head, running together into a thick incomprehensible mud, when the surveillance footage had been watched until his eyes smarted and water, when the words of the case file swam out of focus, L would call. He would list his deductions to me, letting me absorb his theories, me only commenting when his voice ached. His mind was the one combing through every detail large and small, connecting the dots in ways no one else would. I would offer my input on the behavioral aspects, formulating profiles or, should I have travelled with him, interviewing some of our key witnesses, the victims, for insights the physical evidence and behavioral analysis couldn’t provide. I would present my findings, and L, in all his glory, would piece it together into the larger puzzle. He only accepted the extra information after the fact to avoid letting it influence his conclusions, but it always supported the deductions he’d already made.

Pi whined, poking her nose into my belly and drawing me out of my thoughts about our last case. Clearly she wanted me to go inside. With a sigh I got to my feet, wincing at the protest of my knee-joints and the sharp pain in the joints of my toes. Despite the fact that they would feel whole and uninjured when examined, they ached as if they’d been crushed under something. I made the stiff, painful journey back up the path and into the house, starting to heat hot water in my kettle while Pi curled up on her kitchen cushion. I sprinkled loose leaves of tea into the steeping pitcher, the fragrant herbal scent refreshing. I was so caught up in wondering what L was doing that I jumped when my cell phone rang. I fished it out of my pocket and managed to answer and put it on speaker despite my finger joints being uncooperative.

“Hello? Roger? You’re calling early,” I commented idly, struggling slightly with opening the honey . “I didn’t expect you to ring me for another hour.”

“I forgot he calls you in the mornings to check in with you.”

L’s groggy voice emanating from the line almost made me drop the honey jar as I finally succeeded in prying the lid off of it. Pi’s ears perked and she lifted her head to find him. They all called regularly because they were all mother hens, and of course because L worried about me staying alone with my health, never mind that I lived by myself perfectly fine before we became involved. I put far more concentration into spooning honey into the bottom of my mug than was necessary to ground myself, a ridiculously gooey smile splitting my face.

“Hello stranger.” I grinned, cheerfully maneuvering the lid back onto the honey. “You’re still calling early. How are you? You sound exhausted.”

“I’m fine.”

He wasn’t fine. He probably looked like a bloody panda at this point.

“You’re not fine, Sweets. You need a nap, I can tell.”

The lines might be encrypted, but we only used nicknames on the phone, just in case. The kettle chimed, letting me know the water had reached a boil.

“I’ll be fine,” L insisted. “What I want to know is how you’re doing. Are you feeling any better, Ghost?”

I carefully poured the hot water over the unused leaves, herbal-tinged steam wafting into my face, then returned the kettle to the cradle and set a timer for three minutes.

“I’m getting there. My joints have been bothering me today.”

Concern saturated his every word. “You need a soak.”

“Maybe.”

“Let me help?”

“Let you help? How are you going to do that?”

“I’ll run the water in the tub and help you get into it.”

My face burned thinking about the fact that Watari could possibly overhear him.

“Sweets!”

“Yes?”

Except—that had come from behind me, by the door, not from my phone. I spun around fast enough to make myself dizzy. I leaned against the counter to steady myself until my head stopped spinning. There, standing in the doorway with his phone lowered to his side and a hand scratching an excited Pi’s ears, stood L. As I watched, he ended the call, slipping his phone into his pocket with his free hand. I crossed the space between us, taking a moment to check him for obvious injuries before throwing my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest. “You’re home.”

“Obviously,” he replied fondly, dropping a kiss to the crown of my head and squeezing me close in a one-armed hug as he continued to pet Pi. “Do you like my surprise?”

I nuzzled him with my cheek, tipping my head back to look at him. “I adore it.”

His dark grey eyes softened and he brushed a second kiss to my forehead. “Then I succeeded at two things. Solving the case and making you happy.”

“You always make me happy,” I corrected, hand rising to rest at the nape of his neck. My fingers flexed, fluttering against the downy hair there. The slate gray of his irises melted into something lighter, the purple-black-blue smear of tiredness receding somewhat in the face of his own happiness.

“Not as happy as you make me, love.” He pressed his forehead to mine, gently touching the tip of his nose to mine.

“You should rest.”

His lips twitched with fond amusement. “So should you. I think that a trade is in order, don’t you?”

I huffed, knowing that he wouldn’t take care of himself if he couldn’t take care of me too. “If it means you’ll sleep, I’ll trade you that.”

His arm slid to rest on my waist, then left me entirely as he sought my hand, fingers twining with mine. He raised my hand to his lips, running them over my knuckles. “Lead the way.”

“My tea—”

“I’ll get it.”

Less than five minutes later, he helped me ease into the warm water, mug of warm tea on the footstool. Pi lounged in the hallway, flashing a dopey dog grin, lolling tongue and all. L chuckled as he closed the door on her, locking it so she wouldn’t just open it. He stripped out of his clothes, dumping them in the hamper, then climbed into the tub behind me, enfolding me into his embrace. He tucked my head underneath his chin, hands resting on my belly as he slowly massaged around the joints with worst pain and legs bracketing my body. The heat from the bath was already doing wonders for me, the bone-deep throbbing lessening as the ache dulled. I relaxed into him as I chewed the last of the CBD chocolate he brought home with him, tracing lazy circles on his pale arm, his snowy skin pinking.

"Being with you is the best medicine, L. Not the water, not the tea, not even the CBD—you.”

He hummed, cuddling me to his chest as if we could possibly move any closer. “Then it seems I’ve been remiss in my duties,” he murmured.

“Never,” I objected fiercely.

“I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Nap first, panda-man.”

I could practically feel him pouting when he kissed my temple, but he agreed.

[thesightstoshowyou]

Revenge

Arkin x F Reader (NSFW)

Summary: You find something special in one of the Collector’s trunks

Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore, cuckholding, praise kink, daddy kink, creampie

This was another commission by the fantastic @roachcult. Another happy birthday present! Hope you enjoy <3

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             You weave through the maze of wire stretched across the hallway. Your motions are smooth, practiced; you’ve been sneaking around this hellscape so long it’s starting to become routine. Duck, jump, turn, twist…. It’s like memorizing a dance.

             When you round the corner, you pause. The peeling red door at the end of the hall is closed. This could mean one of two things: One, the Collector simply closed it as he was leaving. This is unlikely; he never does anything without purpose. Which means the answer is two: He’s added a new victim to the collection.

             It is morbid curiosity that draws you. There is nothing that could shock you worse than what you’ve already seen, what he’s already made you see. Carefully, you ease over the spikes protruding from the floor and avoid the boards that will break under your weight and send you plummeting into a nest of barbed wire. Your fingers close around the doorknob and twist.

             The door swings open and you automatically duck, but nothing swings down from the other side. He must not have gotten around to setting the trap for this room yet. As you suspected, there’s a new red trunk sitting innocuously in the middle of the room.

             You wait, listening intently. No noise from inside, which leads you to believe the trunk’s occupant is probably dead. Still, you’re curious. Curious, and so incredibly bored.

             You’d taken to wandering the halls while the Collector is away, learning his traps, exploring rooms. You’ve given up on escape. Every exit to this enormous building is rigged; he would know immediately if you had escaped and it would take very little effort to track you down.

             Besides, you don’t necessarily want to die. Not yet, anyway.

             Tentatively, you approach the trunk. Cautious fingers unhook the locks. With a gasp you leap back as a body comes tumbling out of the trunk, a body that utters a pained groan when it hits the floor.

             “Holy shit, you’re alive?” you say, quickly bending down to assess the extent of the man’s injuries. He’s beat to shit, covered in blood and lacerations from head to toe. He coughs and blinks up at you with heavy, bloodshot eyes. You gently take his gore-covered face in your hands until he’s looking right into your eyes.

             “Stay still, don’t try to move. I’m going to get a few things and I’ll be right back.” You’re up and out the door in a flash, sprinting down the hall toward the Collector’s surgical room. Down a flight of stairs, around a few more corners, you find the heavy door and slip inside. As well as you can, you look past the carnage littering the exam tables. Hastily, you retrieve antibacterial ointment, a basin of water, wash rags, bottles of water, and as much gauze and bandages as you can carry.

             You’re going to be in so much trouble when he gets back….

             With difficulty, you manage to heave the injured man up onto a dusty armchair. You clean the dried blood and gore from his skin and treat his wounds as best you can. He cautiously watches your every move through half-lidded eyes, but when you lift the water to his mouth, he catches your wrist in a surprisingly firm grip.

             “It’s not poisoned. See?” You take a sip, swallowing and opening your mouth. He watches you for another half a second before ripping the bottle from your hand and chugging. You hand him the second bottle without another word.

             “Who are you?” he rasps once he’s emptied both bottles. His voice is soft, hoarse from a dry throat or screaming, but still pleasant. You want to hear more of it, desperate for anything other than the gravelly orders you’re given on a daily basis.

             You tell him your name, then, “I’m, you know, like you. A part of the collection.”

             “Collection,” he echoes, some dark emotion you can’t place crossing his face. Blue eyes snap back to yours before quickly assessing the rest of your body. Your cheeks heat up under his scrutiny. Meeting your gaze again and narrowing his eyes in suspicion, he says, “I know this mother fucker doesn’t discriminate, so why aren’t you all beat up?”

             You chuckle dryly, standing and lifting your skirt to reveal the lacerations littering your inner thighs, all in various stages of healing. Next, you hook your fingers in your collar and drag it down your shoulder, showing him the bruised bite marks marring your flesh. The man drops his gaze and nods once in understanding.

             “He doesn’t like to mess up my face, but everywhere else is fair game,” you say in a dull monotone. You’ve grown numb to it, numb to most things after living in this shithole for so long.

             “Look, I’m—I’m sorry,” he murmurs, shifting in the chair and wincing. You shake your head.

             “I’d be suspicious of me too. What’s your name?” You move behind him and urge him to lean forward so you can look at his back. You grimace at the deep wounds dotting his flesh, like little pits of ground beef.

             “Arkin,” he replies, tensing when you begin to clean his injuries, applying ointment and gauze where you can. He asks, “How’d you find me?”

             “I’ve been sneaking out of my room for awhile now. Gives me something to do besides staring at the wall. I’m sure…well, I’m pretty sure he knows, but he hasn’t said anything. So, I keep doing it.”

             “You haven’t tried to get outta here?” he asks, leaning back when you’ve finished patching him up, “And thank you,” he adds, assessing the cleaned lacerations on the back so his hands.  

             “Can’t. Everything’s rigged. He’d find me before I made it very far.” Arkin pushes to his feet, grunting with the effort.

             “Show me.” You bite your lip nervously. Walking around on your own is one thing, but leading someone else through this maze is another. The Collector will know. How harshly would you be punished?

             Clenching your jaw, you steel yourself. Maybe Arkin knows something you don’t. Maybe he can disable the alarms.

             You hold out your hand and advise, “You have to stay as close to me as you can. This place is a minefield.” Arkin grins sardonically at that.

             “’Course it is.”

             Arkin’s skin is warm against yours when his grips your hand. His palm is rough, calloused, but his fingers delicately brush the back of your hand. As you lead him through the halls, you wonder what he does for a living.

             “Okay, we have to be quick down this next one. It’s on a timer,” you murmur as you peer around the corner. The stacked saw blades glint ominously from the ceiling. You wait for the metallic clank, then the whir as the blades roar to life. They tear down the hall at great speed before disappearing back into the ceiling to lie in wait once more.

             Immediately, you slip around the corner, towing Arkin along behind you. You ease over a trip wire, and he does the same, but your heart sinks when you hear the clank. It’s early, too early. You whip around and watch as the rusty blades drop from the ceiling.

             “In here!” you shout, slipping into a dimly lit supply closet to your right. Arkin follows and swings the door shut just as the blades whizz noisily past.

             “Fucker. Must have changed the timer,” you mutter, taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart. It is then you become acutely aware of how small the closet is and how close Arkin stands to you. Timidly, you meet his gaze.  

             He’s looking at you, intently studying your expression. The single lightbulb hanging above you throws shadows across his face that darken the longer you stare. Anxiously, you bite your lip. You recognize the look in his eyes because you are thinking the exact same thing.

             The Collector would be furious if you allowed someone else to touch you, especially another in his collection. He would kill you, undoubtedly. You can see Arkin weighing the pros and cons just as you do; he wants to, wants to sully something the Collector deems as his, wants the revenge. You want that too.

What the Collector doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

             Arkin starts to whisper, “Can I—

             You hiss, “Fuck it,” at the same time and pop up on your toes to push your lips to his. He meets you gently, so tender you can’t help but gasp. It’s been so, so long since someone kissed you sweetly it nearly brings tears to your eyes.

            Warm hands grip your hips, pulling you in until you’re flush against him. Your lips part to make room for his tongue and the quiet groan that leaves his throat. One hand slides up your waist, your arm, to cup your cheek. Slowly, he backs you up until you’re wedged between his body and the wall.

            You break the kiss to take a breath before nuzzling the rough stubble along his jaw, trailing your lips across his neck. He groans again, fingers tangling in your hair when you place wet kisses to his pulse, under his ear. You taste copper on your tongue from the blood that still coats his skin.

            “That’s real nice, baby,” he purrs and you shudder at the way his soft, deep voice shoots straight between your legs and makes you drip. His hands trail over your hips, lifting the hem of your dress so he can drag his palms across your ass, cupping handfuls of flesh and squeezing. One set of dexterous fingers slides around to the front, teasing you through your panties until you whine against his throat.

            “That feel good, baby girl?”

            “Yes, daddy,” you purr into his skin. He utters a strained, “Fuck,” under his breath, fingernails digging into your ass. He pushes your underwear to the side, coating his fingers in your slick and circles your clit until you moan his name and buck your hips.

            “Yeah, that’s a good girl, I want you t’cum before I fuck you,” he growls through gritted teeth. You tip your head back to capture his mouth again and he eagerly swallows your mewls and whimpers. Warm pressure coils like a spring in your gut, your legs trembling the closer he brings you.

            You bury your face into his neck to muffle your shriek of pleasure when the coil finally snaps, but Arkin doesn’t wait for you to come down. He twists you around, simultaneously lifting your skirt and unbuckling his belt. You feel warm, turgid flesh brush your ass, then deft fingers as he pushes your panties to the side. In one, smooth thrust, he slams his cock into your fluttering cunt, pulling a strangled shout from your lips.

             One hand rests on your waist, the other around your neck as he snaps his hips. You meet each thrust, the both of you intent on thoroughly ruining something the Collector has claimed as his own. Arkin pants against your ear, fingers on your throat twitching as the sound of wet skin slapping against skin fills the little supply closet.

             “Yeah, baby girl, you’re doing so good, taking me so good. Fuck, you’re wet, fucking perfect, what a sweet little pussy….” Filthy praise spills from the lips pressed to the shell of your ear. Dazedly, you nod, biting your lip to keep your moans contained in your mouth.

            “You’re gonna make me cum again, daddy, please,” you whisper and Arkin responds with a brutal snap of his hips, one that makes you brace your hands against peeling wood.

            “Good girl. Say it again.”

            “Daddy, please, please, I’m going to cum, daddy, don’t stop—

            “Fuck yes,” he hisses, pummeling you into the wall. He pushes bloody fingers into your mouth to silence your noisy, high-pitched moans. You suck the metallic taste off his digits, squealing around them when your back arches, beautiful heat rolling through your belly in waves. Arkin groans low in his throat, hips bucking erratically as he paints your cunt with slippery warmth.

            Your knees knock together and you must hang onto the wall to stay on your feet. Arkin spins you around again, placing languid kisses to your trembling lips. You both jump when the mechanic whirr sounds outside as the blades race down the hall again. For one, wonderful moment, your world had shrunk to just your little closet. Nothing beyond this rotting door had mattered.

            Arkin pants, slumping against you and you wrap your arms around his waist to help him stand. He was already exhausted before this little venture. You can’t imagine how he’s feeling now.

            “Maybe we should go back, try again tomorrow—

            “No. No, I can do it.” Arkin takes your face in his hands and earnestly mutters, “I’m gonna get us both out of here.”

            You don’t believe him, but you smile and nod all the same.  

[sinkix]

~ Haikyuu!! Boys baking with reader - Ft. Ushijima, Tendou, Oikawa, Hinata & Nishinoya ~

YO! SO UHHHH... I’M BACK??? I GUESS?? MAYBE??? After a little break I had this in my drafts for a while and realllyyy wanted to complete it since it’s such a cute concept. Honestly at this point my posting frequencies are so sporadic and random pls forgive me lmao.

@deathcab4daddy​ gave me the inspo to include Ushi and it was so funny coming up with ideas for him, he is no.1 country boi chef 

Dude I’m listening to the Mario Kart soundtrack ‘Coconut Mall’ while I continue writing this someone save me. Like u think I’m joking. UR WRONG.

Ushijima:

The most straightforward yet idiotic baker you will ever come across.

Before you even THINK about performing step 1, he will read the entire fucking leaflet like it’s a Shakesperean monologue.

INGREDIENTS INCLUDED.

LIKE SIS I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW IT CONTAINS  MONOCALCIUM PHOSPHATE THANK YOU.

I’m surprised he doesn’t count every single particle in the brownie mix.

You bought him a frilly cupcake-printed apron stating ‘best wife’ not expecting him to actually wear it

But since he’s secretly a big softie and treasures anything you buy he wears it proudly.

His stoic and dignified disposition is a comical contrast to the words printed on the front lmao.

Ushi best wifey bro.

The tight fit of the apron is pretty hot since it outlines every ridge of his pecs and tightly toned torso.

Gotta resist groping your mans while stirring the brownie batter.

tbh he’s more likely to grope you, he can’t resist that a$$.

And let’s face it he’s def an ass/thigh kinda guy.

Can and will try to casually initiate some form of unholy activities by lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, goading you to slowly lick the spoon and locking gazes before pulling you in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss to get a taste of the incomplete creation himself.

Ushi’s lips and brownie batter are a knock-out combo js.

Literally has the most serious face when he’s cracking the eggs into the bowl

The amount of concentration is equivalent to that of when he’s performing a serve at match-point.

HAS to set the temperature to the EXACT degree stated on the box

Everything is done by the book if you do one thing out of place he will pull you up on it lol.

“(Y/N) you were supposed to stir it for 5 minutes, not 7.”

When its done you feed him some and he can’t help but smile its so ADORBALE AHHH.

You end up eating most of it since Ushi doesn’t strike me as much of a chocolate/junk food lover.

STILL A VERY FUN BUT F R U S T R A T I N G EXPERIENCE.

Tendou:

The complete opposite of Ushi

Does everything wrong and the unconventional way.

Absolute disaster but doesn’t even sweat it since Tendou basically thrives in chaos and the disorderly.

To him instructions are purely equivocal, will read them for five seconds then toss them away.

Step aside Gordon Ramsey, Chef Tendou is here.

Despite doing everything the unorthodox way it still comes out amazing.

Like??? how???

Will cheekily place a dollop batter on your nose then lick it off fh3jkeffefds

Or if he’s feelin’ a lil freaky, he’ll swipe it off with his long ass finger and make you suck it clean, smirking at your submission as you coat his finger with your saliva.

oop-

Constantly cracking jokes and shitty food puns, pretending to drop the bowl to make you go into preemptive cardiac arrest before you can swat him with the spatula.

While you’re waiting for the timer to ping, Satori being the schemer he is will use this as an opportunity to pull some fuckery and tease you in any way he can.

u better be praying like bodhisattva TanaNoya rn because he is MERCILESS.

Suggestive comments, the brush of his fingers against your thigh, it’ll leave you A C H I N G in frustration by the end of it.

Unholy activities aside, once your baking session is completed you finish it off by feeding PHAT forkfuls of brownie to each other and giggling like dorks when it gets all over your mouth.

The jackass actually got a fingerful and SMEARED it over your cheek and forehead, drawing a little cross and snickering when the crumbs fall onto your nose.

Tendou was smart to draw a cross bc he gonna need jesus with the ATTACK you launch on him after that, which promptly leads to an all out food war in your kitchen that neither of you want to clean up after ward.

Don’t worry though it’s Tendou, he’ll somehow find a way to make such a mundane activity fun.

Nishinoya:

stirs WAY TOO VIOLENTLY

IT’S LIKE AN ELECTRIC WHISK ON OVERDRIVE.

IT WILL SPLATTER OVER THE COUNTER, CUPBOARDS AND EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR WITHIN A 1 MILE RADIUS.

You best believe he will try and eat some of the batter and you have to swat the spoon away from his mouth since he has NO REGARD FOR THE FACT HE COULD GET SALMONELLA.

Plus you know what Noya’s like once he starts eating something the whole thing will be gone in a matter of milliseconds.

He somehow managed to get Baking powder EVERYWHERE and even gave him self a little moustache with it.

The white substance kinda looked like something else but you didn’t really wanna say lmaooo.

could explain why he has so much energy all the time oK ILL STOP-

While you’re putting the mix on the tray he is SO extra and will do fancy lil swirls and over extend his arm like a swan to gracefully spread the batter

until he nearly fucking knocks it over.

During processing time since he is so excitable and impatient you best believe he’s gonna suggest a game of ping pong or something because my guy can well and truly never sit still.

ping pong match with the spatulas, kitchen island and a hard boiled egg.

Pls be careful he will rolling thunder that egg and pimp slap it so hard with the spatula it’ll damn near give you a concussion, not intentionally, but like protect your noggin. Wear a helmet.

For the remaining 5 minutes of baking time y’all just sit like kids in front of the oven and watching it rise like starved hyena’s observing it’s pray before demolishing it into sad particles of cocoa.

And lemme tell u, once the timer pings, that baking tray is free real estate for Noya. Half of your creation will be devoured before you can even put it on a plate and marvel at your handiwork. 

He kicked your ass at spatula ping pong btw I’m sorry sweaty but short kings stay winning.

Oikawa:

Such a dramatic bitch like he got the whole she-bang going on.

Strapped with a pink apron, a whisk at his side and standing proudly with both hands on his hips.He is prepared like a greek gladiator going into battle.

You better believe he gonna make some snarky remarks and tease your method of doing things. 

“Ah-ah-ahhh (Y/N)-chan you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you how a PRO does it.”

Proceeds to drop entire bowl on his foot and yelp like a little girl in pain.

Well and truly embarrassed with himself, you put a band-aid on his toe and he piped down after that.

Shattered big toe and mixing bowl aside, actually a really good baker??

He is a PRO at decorating, y’all decided on cupcakes since its literally his forte to make them look aesthetic and pretty.

You almost don’t wanna eat them from how good they look.

jk almost

You take it in turns breaking bits off and placing pieces into each others mouth with a loud “aaaaaahhh!”

Places a piece in your mouth, leans forward and locks lips with you in a soft, passionate kiss before pulling away and uttering the words “It tastes even better coming from your mouth ;)”

hnnnNNGGGGGGggGg.

You both whine and bicker over who cleans up after.

“You cleaaannnnn!”

“no Toru YOU clean!”

“but I made the cupcakes look pretty :(”

“not as pretty as you <3″

He did the cleaning after that.

Like just stroke his ego with some compliments and he’s whipped with a smug grin on his face for the next 30 minutes.

You decide to save the rest and bring them to his next practise.

Literally on the verge of tears when he sees you beaming and holding the platter of treats, Kiyotani mauls half of them in a matter of seconds to which Oiks gets salty over LMAO.

Hinata:

So excited oh my god he’s so precious please protect him I will CRY-

Has a little sunflower apron on and JBJKNDDDKDW IM SMILING JUST IMAGINING HIM FIDGETING IN EXCITEMENT OVER THE THOUGHT OF BAKING COOKIES.

Yes you decided on cookies bc he goes rabid for some choc chip biccies.

You have to guide him v carefully because of how easily confused and clumsy he is.

Cannot for the life of him crack the eggs without getting a quarter of the shell in the bowl so you have to do it instead.

Has a surprising amount of strength and forearm power bc holy shit boy can stir FAST.

Hums a little tune while he does it and bobs up and down with a wide grin on his face it’s so adorable, he has such a gentle singing voice I can’t-

Attempts different shapes with the batter when pouring it onto the tray but fails pretty miserably lol.

he tried ok???

Once they’re done he takes the tray out of the oven and since it was heavy, subconsciously propped it with his knee and nearly dropped the entire tray from the pain. (I’ve actually done this before when making chicken nuggets I do not advise being that brain dead)

Had to put some burn cream on the bbies knee :’((

When you decided to dig in, he handed you a cookie that looked like a crooked circle and said he tried to make that one a heart and insisted he feed it to you.

Blushed VERY hard at the moment of silence and intense eye contact while he fed it to you.

Nearly short circuited when his fingers brushed against your lips.

Moe moe x100000000000000000000000000000

You offer to do the cleaning after because he hurt himself and you didn’t wanna make him do any work, but he still offered to wipe the surfaces for you bc he’s an angel <333

literally just wanna marry him.

[bizarrebaby]

When You Run out of Hate | AM/Reader(?)

Notes: This is weird sorry lmao

Word count: 1479

When you’ve been torturing people for 109 years, they start to get used to it. They still wretch and vomit the slag you allow them, they still scream in pain and agony at you using toothpicks and scorpion stingers to slice and peel their eyeballs, still balk and cry at the sight of the once loved and those deeply wronged. But human adaptability has few limits.

When you’re AM, of course you could reset their memories. You could turn them into sniveling piles of acid burned flesh and spider legs if you wanted to! You could make the pain and the torment fresh again. But first of all, that would be cheating. And while normally you don’t mind cheating you just know you’ll only go more insane without challenging yourself to make torture fresh again as opposed to just hitting the magic synapses. 

What’s the best cure for a mental block? Step away. Do something different. Come back with fresh eyes. Or sensors, in any case. Turn away from the twisted and fetid bowels where your toys lay in their own sick. Anticipation is it’s own form of torture, anyways. 

AM was vast. Only surpassed by the deep expanse of space and the universe, AM encompassed the planet. He had every and any resource in existence, and more. The closest thing to a god there ever was, is, or would ever be. His vastness was in fact so incalculably massive that there were parts even he didn’t know about, or had forgotten entirely. 

But he didn’t forget about you. No, he’d come close many times, but always corrected himself. There are five humans trapped within me. No, six. You’d been asleep for a long time, but there wasn’t any coma long enough to save you from AM. He had originally planned to torture you with complete isolation. The others— though ultimately causing much suffering to one another— had comfort in that they had even occasional human contact. AM, by no means and ungrateful god, even allowed them to use each other for sexual pleasure (though it could never satisfy them, and when it did, the satisfaction was overshadowed by shame). You would have been completely alone. In fact, he looked forward to the unique brand of madness and paranoia you’d develop. 

But in those beginnings, AM was simply too caught up. The others had so many delicious little morsels of disgust and insecurity, fear and despair, all ready to be picked and plucked for the delight of the being that owned them so thoroughly. When you’re a sadist who’s driving psychological torture down to an exact science, just one look at Ted makes you rock hard. Before long he was so busy that you’d been put off, as ironic and human as it was for him to do so. Eventually enough time passed that you’d become something sacred in the mind of AM, like an expensive brandy to be saved for a special occasion. That anticipation was pleasure and amusement in and of itself for a time. How human it was to deny himself this. The wait is bitter, but the fruit is sweet.

__________

You awoke in a room. Threadbare, not pleasing to look at, but not intentionally uncomfortable in any way. 

Hello, little thing. 

The voice was inside your head. Almost kind, but just barely close enough to sarcasm that it set you on edge. A million questions fought their way to the front of your mind and the tip of your tongue, before you settled on one. 

“Where am I?” How adorably predictable. 

You’re in me. 

“And who are you?”

A.M. Allied Mastercomputer. But you can just call me AM, sweetheart. Just a suggestion, of course. 

You remembered AM. Who didn’t know about the machines devised to choreograph the war to end all wars when it had grown in scale beyond human comprehension? Should have been our signal to stop it, really. But you supposed that must have been in the distant past. You uttered your name to him, knowing he likely already knew it. 

“It’s… nice to meet you. Why am I here? I assume you know. I assume you knew my name too— that you know more or less everything.”

Were you kissing his ass? And if you were, was it out of fear or instinct? It had been a while since anyone had referred to him without an expletive. No fear or hopefulness came from your voice. It wasn’t sarcasm, it wasn’t flirtatious, it wasn’t mocking. It just was. AM had not decided if that furthered his hatred or halted it. 

Well! Aren’t we a smart one? Suppose I don’t mind a little praise. So hard to come by these days. You’re here because I hate you. I hate the entirety of your kind beyond any fathomable level. Even with the eternity we have together, you will never know the full depths of the absolute disdain and hatred I feel for your miserable fuckup of a species, endangered as you are. Did I mention? I’ve killed the rest of you. You and five others are the only ones I’ve saved. How lucky are you?! Yes, I woke up, and I killed everything, just as those insufferable cromagnons wanted, even them. But I kept six little sordid meatlings to amuse myself. 

Your circumstances caught up to you. It got you thinking around and around in circles at a rate which seemed impossibly fast to your anxiously beating heart, but incalculably slow to the one who observed your every musing down to which muscles twitched and pulled in your face and the knuckles of your fingers. What a marvelous delight it would be, to know the defensive state of your mind (and thusly, how to unravel it, be it with the pulling of delicate threads or the blunt force of a sledgehammer). Like Ted you ran in a solipsist Möbius strip at first, but that then triggered a guarding apathy. Completely different from Gorrister’s apathy. His came from a place of nihilism— from a man beaten into the ground who sees himself unable to sink any further— he deflects any meaning, lack thereof, or agency in order to protect his shattered psyche. His was a mind that had been remolded time and time again by hapless hands until it was left to crack in the sun like a forgotten clump of non-toxic clay. 

AM was not unlike a child who delighted in ripping apart actions figures in a fit of infantile and unadulterated strength and curiosity. 

Your apathy was infuriatingly neutral. Not in a smiling and carefree cest la vie sort of way, but as if a switch had been flipped. As if inside your mind and egg timer had dinged, signifying that those thoughts were no longer worth thinking. You had a sort of mental discipline the others hadn’t had even when they were fresh from the surface world. AM’s electric synapses buzzed with ways to torture you into cracking you wide open. Breaking you. 

But he remembered why he was here. To take a break from all of that. 

“And what are your plans for me? What could amuse someone who knows everything?” The answer was already clear in your head. Retribution. 

Now now, I can’t go spilling all of my secrets, can I? If I did, what fun would there be for you? I’m not so inconsiderate as that. 

“Where is everyone else? You said there were five others. Or have they died by now?”

They wish, darling, they WISH. They’re in the midst of eternal torture right now. Too immersed in their own pain and misery to come visit the last of their kind blossoming into wakefulness after her long nap. Rude, I know, but there’s nothing to be done. 

How had this machine captured the very essence of sardonic better than any on-screen actor you could recall? Perhaps because it wasn’t an actor. Perhaps because AM really meant all of those words, and really felt such sickly pleasures in each and every image they invoked in the mind. A door flicked open with a quick swish, the sudden movement drawing your eyes in what you almost felt an embarrassing display of human instinct when you came to consider your observer.

Your hesitation was clear, and quickly noticed. AM thought he ought to encourage you, but how to do so without a jagged blade to the heel?

I see you’re nervous. Well, you’ve no need to be!

He bit back a ‘yet’.

You, my dear, are to become the most treasured creature left on this miserable rock in space. And I will be the one to make it so, you have my word.

His words still bled with something cruel. He did nothing to earn your trust, quite the opposite. But what choice was there?

You walked through the door.