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eyes on me

"shhh.." your thumb trailed his lip as he stared into your eyes, simeons eyes starting to panic at the sound of the demon brothers coming in. "don't focus on them, they're not important.." you kissed him roughly, before gripping the smooth skin of his hips that were around your legs.

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"w-what if they find us on your bed [name]? we didn't close the door.. this is a terrible idea.." simeons eyebrows furrowed as he stared at your open door, the light from the hallway illuminating his worries. "then let them watch, let them see what they missed out on.." you kissed him again, lightly rutting your hips against his. "let them see what they lost," you whispered into his lips, staring into those eyes.

he was supposed to help you pack your things from the house and help you move into his living quarters. the two of you planned it out so well too, trying to avoid those brothers and the new student like both of your lives depended on it. it was supposed to be quick and easy, silent almost.

based off of the moan that ripped from simeons mouth when you moved slightly, things would not go to plan. but its easy to forget the betrayal of those demons, the faux innocence of the new transfer as they blamed you for everything. it was the only time those thick arms and buff body worked against you. but its so hard to care about those burned bridges, those long screaming matches against lucifer and satan, or the days where you went straight to your room instead of lounging with mammon or working out with beel. its so hard to care when you have a gorgeous angel under you, a gorgeous angel who listened. and even when they felt bad, or tried to get your attention again, you never looked back.

"my, simeon.. i barely even moved, and you're already crying out.." he closed his eyes and leaned on your sheets, his body grown sensitive from no action. he could hear unsuspecting footsteps get closer, urging him to bite his lips against his arm. you were a hulking force against him, settled nicely inbetween his legs and caging him between your arms, slowly pushing in and out of him. he could feel your breath on his face, and the grunt you made when you manhandled his arm off of his mouth, pinning it down.

"don't be shy angel~" an uncharacteristic coo left your lips, an almost sadistic glint in your eyes as you stared face to face against him. "let 'em hear you sing.." and with that you resumed, cock digging into his warm, tight walls. it was like you were trying to fuck the sound out of him, burying yourself into his core trying to find what made him scream in pleasure.

"do angels even have prostates..?" you muttered to yourself as you rolled your hips against his, trying to piston inside of him and push into his tightness. sweat was starting to build up on his forehead as he sat there and moaned, his cock starting to dribble precum down his cock. poor simeon wasn't sure if his brain could ever work after this, too much pleasure from your cock for him to go back to normal.

it was only when you felt a really weak grasp on your arm and your poor angel gasping out between crocodile tears, weak sobs and moans, nails gripping into your forearms, trying to catch his breath. whenever you rolled your hips against one certain area inside of him, he would shudder and cry out for you, his body tensing and moans getting louder before he slumped under you, soft whines leaving his lips.

your eyes widened when you looked lower, seeing streaks of white painting his toned stomach and abs. "did you just cum for me angel?" you leaned closer, watching as he shied away from your face, "no need to be shy, s'long as you can keep up with me." the sheets were damp from sweat as you continued to fuck him, loud cries and moans ripping from his lips as he tried to beg you to slow down, to give him a break, to stop stimulating him for a few minutes at least.

but no words could coherently leave his lips before a moan interrupted it, his lungs burning and his eyes weeping from pleasure. it was like he needed and craved more by how he pulled you in, yet wasn't physically able to handle all of you. you pulled away from his face, readjusting yourself between his legs, one hand going to his spent, red cock. simeons head shot up when he felt your big warm calloused hand stroke his overstimulated cock, frantic and almost panicked whines leaving those lips of his, too fucked out to even hear how multiple sets of footsteps slowly grew louder.

"knew you'd be a screamer," you grinned at his teary face, turning to face the sudden crowd of people. "turn to face the crowd simeon, say hi." simeon was mortified, trying to cover himself up. "don't mind them my dear, focus on me.. focus only on me.." you pushed his hair back from his sweaty face, the action making butterflies rise in his stomach, too many for a man who couldn't think coherently under you. your tone was soft and sweet, pushing the back of your hand to his cheeks.

"hello lucifer, mammon, beelzebub.. here to break my heart again?" you turned to them, eyes sharp and voice. there was none of those sweet undertones that you had with the angel.

lucifer stepped forward, clearing his throat from his anger as he got ready to scold you, albeit with a heavy blush on his face. "save me the words lucifer, you're intruding in my room, with my lover." you kisses his face, slowly moving inside of him once more making him mewl. you looked at mammon who couldn't look back at you, shame building in his gut as well as his arousal. "you guys remember when i was in your rooms? this coulda been any of you but you chose to believe them." bitterness seeped through your tone and your force into simeon got rougher, subconsciously fucking your anger into him.

"and when you find out i'm right, i don't wanna hear shit after how bad you treated me.. and for making me feel special" you paused to look back at mr. whiney under you, "got someone else to focus on, so you guys can shove those horns up your ass and fuck off." talking to lucifer like that would normally kill you, but even he couldn't look at you or simeon, the memories of past passionate nights haunting him as he quickly walked away.

you turned back towards simeon, a predatory gaze on him. your hands reached for the lube as you poured some over his overstimulated cock and his hole, the cold liquid making him shiver. "now where were we? needa fuck all my frustrations into my angel after that." you coo'd at him, yet nothing about your actions were as gentle as your words

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coaxing | MDNI

you'll coax his voice out one way or another.

his voice was like sweet honey, the sweetest of sounds in melodic harmonies. and you were determined to crack into the heaven through any means necessary.

your boyfriend was a man of few words, a silent figure in the room that often scares those around him. yet that never stopped you from pursuing him, and it paid off in leaps and bounds.

you grabbed his wrist covering his mouth, harshly tugging it above his sweaty face making him yelp, "there's no way i'm letting you hide your pretty voice." the poor man looked like he was about to pass out, his brain too melted and fucked out to try and save his pride, to save the embarrassing noises from leaking out of those pretty lips of his, to save some of his dignity. in his eyes it was humiliating moaning like a whore in heat, in your eyes it was a reward that you worked so hard to get.

"don't resist it love, let it all out.." you kissed his sweaty bare chest, knuckles fisting the sheets while you buried yourself into his messy, slick hole. it was like an addiction, the need to hear his slutty moans, his tired whines, his pretty noises made you push through the fatigue, the soreness of your hips. it was almost like each time he squealed when you plunged into him gave you energy, each time he cried out for you gave you motivation, an endless cycle until his voice gave out.

"i-i can-i can't..!" his voice quivered, his feverish hands finding your chest, hands weakly trying to push you away. "t-too much.. too much..!" crocodile tears filled his eyes, the pleasure and pain too much for him to comprehend. "you can take it.." your smooth voice pissed him off, even though it was thinly veiled overstimulation. it wasn't fair how you managed to have so much stamina, so much energy to keep going.

"you've always been able to take it.. now keep singing my name love.." you grinned at him once more, grabbing his hands and pinning them down, holding him down to fuck him. if you buck your hips hard, you could see how his stomach distended lightly, the shape of your cock bulging his belly. "hey love, can you feel that?" you did it once more, your boyfriend throwing his head back, a long drawn out moan leaving his swollen lips. "can you feel my cock bulge your belly? can you feel me fuck you open?" you kissed his face, peppering kisses onto his tear stained face, licking them away. his body was like putty, and even when you pulled your arms away from his wrists, he didn't have any energy to change positions or try to hide his moans.

"don't tire out on me now love, not when i'm doing all this work for you." a sweaty grin was on your face, his voice flowing freely from his lips. you stuffed your face into the corner of his neck, snuggling closer to him to inhale his scent and hear the vibrations of his sound, before going over to his adams apple and grazing it with your teeth, enjoying how you could feel the vibrations on your teeth from his moans.

the edges of his vision were blurry, and his throat was so sore and dry from being so used, not used to so much activity. his brain could only think of you, how big you were, how you smelt, and he was utterly a mess. he could feel yet another orgasm coming, hands weakly trying to scramble your hands away from his weeping cock. "you can handle it, right love? my little songbird.." you coo'd out, stroking his pretty cock, watching him weakly tremble and shake, his voice freeflowing. you yourself were getting dangerously close to orgasm, chasing that high inside of him when suddenly his moans got louder, weaker and more erratic.

your hips burned and your toes curled as you felt yourself cum inside of him, hands iron gripped onto his sides as you spilled your cum once more into your used hole, listening to your boyfriends noises. how he squealed when he came, how his cum splattered weakly on his stomach, how he groaned when he felt you cum again inside of him.

"such a pretty voice my love.. my love?" you paused, seeing him dead asleep on the bed, passed out from your relentless pounding, evidence of sex all over him. maybe you coaxed him a bit too hard, but you'd do it again.

APHELIOS, AONE, BARBATOS, XIAO, GETO + ur favourites

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mdni// top male reader

when scar is horny, he really feels it. for him there’s horny, then there’s 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝔂. and while he’s always down for a good time, when the thrill of adventure often gets the better of him…

yet when it doesn’t? thats a different story. when scar gets 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝔂 it washes over him in leaps and bounds, flooding his head and his brain with desire, with lust, with endless need. even when he’s adventuring, trying to find tacet discords, all he can think about is you. it consumes his thoughts, and even washes upon him during his adventures— something that never usually happens.

and when he finally makes his way to you? he’s basically insatiable, the thoughts of you corrupting his head. it’s for moments like these that makes him so fucking happy that he insisted on that crotch zipper. in the heat of the moment, there’s no time for anything but you, him, and wherever you are when he finds you.

most of the time he likes to take control, pushing you down, sliding your pants off, grinding his hips against yours until he’s basically drunk off you, then he unzips, spreading himself wide, maybe spitting on his hands to sloppily prep himself before he dives onto your dick, pulling his own cock to roughly stroke while he rides you, enjoying the way the zipper jingles while he goes up and down…

it does not help that he’s a freak. you could be freshly done killing a tacet monster when he runs to you. anytime, anywhere he will not hesitate to ride you like a horse. It’s like he’s never satisfied until he gets his fill of your cock, the scent of your cologne in the sun, the way your blunt tip hits that spot inside of him, the way he feels so full, how you pant and moan for him..

his stamina is insane, he fucks until the urge is satisfied, sometimes it’s a few rounds, sometimes it’s a few hours. you’ve had occasions where he goes for hours and you have to beg him to continue later..

but yeah, freaky scar. he loves watching you squirm, kissing around your tacet mark and pulling your shirt up, licking your body, savouring the taste of your sweat. bites the HELL out of you, especially your neck. he wants everyone to know that you (and your fat dick) belong to him!! belong to him. inner thigh hickies? Absolutely. he likes the thrill of almost getting caught whenever you guys have sex, and likes to rile you up to the point where your hand is in your mouth, trying to prevent the noise from your lips from coming out.

scar wants it wet and messy. he will lock his hips against yours when he feels you start to tense up, he wants your cum inside of his gaping hole.. he's also known to ask you to piss inside of him, just because he likes the feeling of being so full. his version of cleaning you up is him sucking his juices and your cum off your softening cock, wait until you get hard in his mouth and give you a blowjob. and when you finally do cum? it's on his face, that he wears on his face until you get home, when he's bound to ask again.

so tldr: when scar gets 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝔂 it's a very freaky game.

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Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol 

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 29 - Never leave

The prompt for this was "I miss you"

Satoru tenses up as soon as Shoko’s eyes fall on the closed door in his apartment.

“Don’t,” he warningly says, because he can guess what’s going to come but of course Shoko is not deterred.

“Satoru, is it still—”

“You know it is,” he harshly cuts her off, defensively crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Shoko gives him a look and Satoru refuses to acknowledge how pitying it is.

“Don’t you think—“

“Shut up,” he interrupts her yet again and she’s not even mad because they have been doing this for so long. Too long.

“It’s been ten years, Satoru,” Shoko reminds him.

“Almost,” he corrects her, because it hasn’t been.

Not yet. Even though it’s really not far off anymore and Satoru does very empathetically not want to think about this.

“He’s not coming back,” Shoko cruelly says and just hearing it makes Satoru’s eyes burn.

“You don’t know that,” he whispers, unable to hold her gaze for any longer but he does hear the incredulous huff she lets out.

“Have you heard from him?” she asks but Satoru stays quiet because she knows the answer to that. “Has he reached out? Contacted you in any way?” Shoko gives him a moment to refuse to answer before she mercilessly goes on. “If he hasn’t reached out to you in ten years, don’t you think it’s safe to assume that he’s gone? That he won’t be coming back?”

Satoru grinds his teeth together, clenching his jaws hard and preferring that pain over the one in his chest.

“I think you should move,” Shoko softly finishes and Satoru knows that she’s saying this because she’s worried for him, but he doesn’t want to hear it.

“And I think you should leave,” he bites out, getting up and vanishing into his own room, leaving Shoko behind in the living-room.

It’s not the first time he leaves her there for saying something like that and it most likely won’t be the last, because Satoru refuses to move or even get rid of Suguru’s room.

It will stay there until Satoru dies or Suguru comes back, whichever comes first.

Satoru refuses to admit that at this point it seems to be more likely that he dies first, because for all the time that has passed since Suguru left without a word, he’s still not able to accept the kind of pain it would cause him to get rid of Suguru’s room.

He’s sure he never will be.

Satoru presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, enjoying the sparks that go off behind his eyelids because it’s something to concentrate on besides the hollow feeling in his chest.

He got pretty good at ignoring it over the past ten years, but it’s always there, it always hurts and sometimes Satoru hates Suguru for doing this to him. Hates himself for letting Suguru do this in the first place, for being unable to let go of him.

Satoru hears Shoko leave and that means he’s alone again, in this apartment that is haunted by Suguru.

The door to Suguru’s room barely gets opened; once a month to dust it off, but that’s it. Satoru doesn’t dare to go in there, doesn’t dare to see everything Suguru left behind, deemed unimportant enough by him in his haste to get away from Satoru.

Satoru presses his lips together. He’s not going to cry. He already cried enough in the past and he’s not going to.

The burning of his eyes mockingly calls him a liar and it’s not even as if he can refute that.

As much as he loves seeing Shoko, he also hates it. If they meet here, they usually end up like this because Shoko can’t keep her mouth shut and Satoru can’t accept that Suguru might be gone forever.

It’s not something that can be compromised on.

“Fuck,” Satoru mutters and sits up in his bed.

His vision is blurry from the tears he’s not crying and now that he’s alone again, he’s restless. He doesn’t know what to do with himself in this apartment that was meant for two, that was meant to house another body and soul besides his.

Shoko would hate to see him like that, Satoru thinks with a bitter twist of his mouth and he cuts his thoughts off there because thinking about what Suguru would think about all of this only leads down a spiral Satoru no longer has the strength to come back from.

He gets off his bed and his feet carry him to Suguru’s door. It’s tightly locked, liked it always is and Satoru rests his forehead against the door.

“Fuck,” he says again and this time, there’s no way to hide how wet his voice sounds.

It’ll be ten years soon. Ten years since Suguru simply up and left without a single word to Satoru or Shoko or any of their other friends. Ten years since Satoru has been on his own and it still hurts as if it were the first year.

Satoru wonders if this will ever end.

~*~*~

Tomorrow marks the ten year anniversary of Suguru’s disappearance. Satoru has a reminder set on his phone for masochistic purposes, but it’s not as if he can ever forget that date, even if he tried.

It wasn’t so remarkable at first; Suguru tended to come home, always, reliably, but Satoru didn’t worry much on that very first day. It was on the second day, that he started to think something was wrong and by the fifth he was a full-blown mess, convinced that Suguru laid dead in a ditch somewhere.

But no body had been found, no hospital housed a patient fitting Suguru’s description. He was simply gone; vanished, as if he’d never been there in the first place except for all the little traces he left behind.

Except for all the things Satoru remembers.

Satoru is sitting at the kitchen table, in Suguru’s usual spot—because for this he always does, even though the rest of the year that chair goes unused—his phone in front of him.

Suguru’s number has been deleted in a fit of anger by Shoko a few years back; completely useless because of course Satoru knows his number by heart. He called it a lot in the first year, wrote even more, always without a reply.

But so far the number hasn’t gone out of service, he hasn’t been blocked and Satoru is always able to leave a voice message so someone must regularly listen to it. Or delete them.

Either way it allows Satoru to call that number, now only once a year. Always right before the anniversary of Suguru’s disappearance.

But this year, this year Satoru thinks that maybe Shoko is right. Maybe it’s time for him to move on, to let it go, to accept that Suguru wants nothing to do with him, walked out of his life without a second thought because he couldn’t bear to be around him anymore, because it meant nothing.

These thoughts make him so sick that Satoru feels like throwing up and he knows that it’s not good or healthy or even normal to be this affected—to be this stuck—after ten years.

It’s time.

He puts in Suguru’s number and patiently waits for the call to go to voice-mail, just like it always does. Satoru starts the timer as soon as the beep goes off, because he was cut off enough times in the past to know better now.

“Hello, Suguru,” he starts, his voice just as shaky as it always is. “I don’t know if you know, or if you even care, but tomorrow marks the ten year mark. Ten years. I’ve been missing you for ten years now and I think—maybe it’s enough.” He takes a deep breath. “You’re not going to come back, I have to accept that at one point. Shoko yelled at me again, you know, because I still keep your—she’s worried,” he rushes out, unwilling to reveal that all of Suguru’s things are still here. He doesn’t want Suguru to know just how pathetic he really is. “I’ve been missing you for longer than I ever knew you, isn’t that kind of fucked up? Ten years to—what? Two, three? Time with you flew and it still never felt like enough. It never will.”

The timer runs away, reminding Satoru that he needs to wrap this up if he doesn’t want to be cut off mid-message.

But he doesn’t have much more to say, anyway.

“I miss you,” Satoru chokes out, and he hates the fact that he can never say this without crying. “I hope you’re safe and happy and that you don’t think about me as much as I think about you. Shoko would slap me over the head for this, but you deserve better than that.” Suguru has always deserved better in Satoru’s eyes, no matter in what regard. He just hopes Suguru can live a good and happy life, without regrets. “Goodbye, Suguru.”

Satoru hangs up right before the machine would have cut him off and it’s just as well because he feels as if he’s choking on his sobs.

He really doesn’t know how he’ll get through the day tomorrow and he’s not sure he even wants to.

~*~*~

Satoru wakes up late, his eyes swollen because he cried himself to sleep. He tries not to think about it.

For a moment he doesn’t know why he woke up at all, but then there’s a knock on his door and Satoru buries his face in his pillow.

“Fucking go away, Shoko,” he mutters, because who else would it be.

She knows of the significance of this day and it wouldn’t be the first she spends together with him. Usually she shows up later, though.

The knocking doesn’t stop, the unwanted visitor unwilling to go and leave Satoru to wallow in his misery in peace and so he eventually drags himself out of bed, not bothering to make himself any more presentable than he is.

May the person always know that he’s miserable and they were interrupting his pity-party.

The knocking continues; it’s not overbearing but it comes in steady intervals and that almost makes Satoru more mad.

“The fuck can be so important today?” he mutters, dragging the sleeves of his—Suguru’s, once upon a time—sweater down over his hands, before he reaches out to yank the door open.

Only for time to come to a complete standstill.

“Yo, Satoru,” Suguru says, with a little wave of his hand. “Long time no see.”

Satoru doesn’t dare to blink. The man in front of him looks like Suguru but it can’t be.

Suguru left.

“Who are you?” Satoru hears himself ask and Suguru’s face falls.

“Satoru, it’s me,” he gives back. “Suguru.”

“No.” Satoru shakes his head. “You left.”

“I’m home now,” Suguru replies and just like that Satoru’s hand snaps out.

He slaps Suguru, hard, his face turning with the force of it but Suguru doesn’t step back, doesn’t move except for his head.

“I guess I deserve that,” he mutters, massaging his cheek.

“You left,” Satoru stresses again and he hates that there are tears forming in his eyes.

“And now I’m back. I’m back, Satoru,” Suguru whispers, dropping the bag he’s carrying and stepping forward, pulling Satoru in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”

Satoru is stock-still in Suguru’s arms, even though he’s warm and solid and real and there right until Suguru’s smell hits him.

He still smells the same like ten years ago and it’s all Satoru needs to start sobbing for real, to bury his face in Suguru’s shoulder and cling to him as if he could slip through his fingers at any moment now.

“I know,” Suguru quietly says and he sounds suspiciously choked up as well. “I’m sorry, Satoru, I’m so sorry.”

Satoru doesn’t know how long they stay like that but eventually they part, though Satoru can’t quite bring himself to completely let go of Suguru. He needs to keep a hand on him at all times, in case Suguru wants to disappear again.

“Can I come in?” Suguru asks, as if he isn’t already standing mostly in the hallway, but Satoru still nods, still tugs on his arm, thinking that if he can just get him inside, if he can just close the door behind him, maybe Suguru won’t leave again.

There are a million questions Satoru wants to ask him; where he’s been, how he’s been, if he’s alright, if he’s good, if he was happy but the only thing that leaves Satoru’s mouth is a whispy soft “Why?”

Satoru knows Suguru understands when his face twists with sadness.

“Lets sit down, okay?” he asks, and Satoru can’t take his eyes off him, so of course he notices when Suguru’s eyes fall on his old room.

“Finally got the office you always wanted, huh?” Suguru tries to joke, but his voice cracks over the words and Satoru has to blink new tears away.

“I kept it like it was,” he admits, wonders why it’s so easy to say now when he couldn’t yesterday on the phone and Suguru’s eyes go big.

“You kept it?” he asks and immediately goes over, though he freezes when he looks inside and all of his things accusingly stare back at him.

“I—cleared all the food out but otherwise—” Satoru trails off and this time when Suguru whirls around and pulls him into a hug, he immediately melts into it.

Satoru isn’t sure how many of these he’ll get before Suguru will leave again.

“It’s been ten years,” Suguru says as if that should mean anything, as if that alone should have made Satoru move on, and maybe it should have.

“So you do know,” Satoru mutters.

“You’re not the only one keeping track,” Suguru gives back, pressing a lingering kiss to Satoru’s forehead. “I have missed you so much,” he breathes out and Satoru lets out a bitter laugh.

“Is that why you wouldn’t come home for ten goddamn years?” he bites out and Suguru looks as if he wants to cry.

Good, a vicious, mean little part of Satoru thinks. Let him suffer like I did.

“I couldn’t, Satoru. I wanted to, gods, did I want to, but I couldn’t.”

“Why not, Suguru? Why the hell not? Give me one good reason why,” Satoru almost yells at him and he had envisioned this a lot but never did he imagine himself to be so goddamn angry with Suguru.

“Your family,” is all Suguru says before he heavily sits down on the couch and just that image is enough to drown out all the anger Satoru feels.

Suguru is home.

“What do they have to do with anything?” Satoru asks, sitting down next to Suguru and scooting close, carefully, in case Suguru minds.

Instead of looking at him funny or even moving further away, Suguru slings his arm around his shoulder and pulls him right into his side.

“Come here, Satoru,” he whispers, his voice shaking as if the memory of the past ten years they spent apart hurts him just as much as they do Satoru.

“Answer me, Suguru,” Satoru pleads with him, even as he snuggles into his side. “What do they have to do with this? Why did you leave me like that?”

“I hated every second of it, I just want to start with that,” Suguru gives back, turning his face to bury it in Satoru’s hair. “I have missed you so much.”

It sounds sincere, just like the way Suguru shakes seems real, but as long as Satoru doesn’t know what made Suguru leave, he can’t trust it.

He needs to know why he left, to be able to belief that he’s back now.

“Suguru,” he reminds him and Suguru lets out a deep sigh.

“Your family approached me,” Suguru starts, not taking his face away from Satoru’s head and his breath tickles Satoru’s scalp. “You know they hate that you left the family, the business. They wanted you back.”

“Why go to you for that?” Satoru asks with a frown, because he always expected his family to make a move directly.

“They blamed me,” Suguru admits with a shrug, resting his cheek on Satoru’s head now to be able to speak more freely. “They thought it was my fault you left everything behind. And of course they didn’t listen when I told them that I had nothing to do with that. They gave me an ultimatum.”

“An ultimatum,” Satoru repeats and slings his arms around Suguru’s middle. “Did they threaten you?”

“They threatened you,” Suguru corrects him. “They had this—elaborate scheme at the ready; it would have destroyed everything you build up for yourself. And I know you want to say that we could have worked through that, but Satoru, remember how they are. It wasn’t just empty threads. They had a meticulously crafted plan, with the single goal to destroy everything you had to make you crawl back to them.”

Satoru wants to scoff, wants to joke about this, but he knows his family. If they thought they could get him back, then they wouldn’t stop for anything.

“What did they plan?” Satoru wants to know, his voice barely audible and Suguru lets out a harsh breath.

“It’s not important anymore,” he tries but Satoru shakes his head, pulls away so he can look Suguru in the face.

“Tell me.”

Suguru hesitates for a moment longer before he deflates. “They would have started small,” he starts, his gaze faraway, clearly recalling the talk he had with them. “Difficulties with your bank account, your health care, rent. Defamation. They were prepared to make sure you lose your job, your apartment, anything to make you come back to them.” Suguru stops there but Satoru can tell that there’s still more.

“Suguru,” he breathes out and Suguru bites his lip before he clicks his tongue.

“They had a fabricated case at the ready. Witness reports, forged police data, everything.”

Satoru is sure he’s not going to like the answer, but he still has to ask. “For what charge?”

“Child molestation,” Suguru whispers and of course, Satoru thinks with a sick sort of satisfaction.

He’s a teacher; of course they would have gone down that road. It would have made him come crawling back home, because with a record like that, there’s no way Satoru would have found work anywhere.

“They would have made sure that you could never teach again.”

“What did they—want from you?” Satoru asks, instead of thinking any more on how fucked his life could have been if his family went through with that.

“Like I said, they thought I was the real reason you wouldn’t come back. They never considered that you simply didn’t want to. They accused me of doing that, of being the driving force behind your back. So they gave me a choice. It was either me leaving or they would go ahead with their plan.”

“It doesn’t make sense, Suguru,” Satoru says with a shake of his head. “I didn’t go back, even when you were gone. They could have still done all of that.”

“It was a deal, Satoru. You forget how incredibly, stupidly honorable your family is. We have it in print and all, and it says that if I leave, with no explanation, no contact at all, for ten years, they wouldn’t hurt you, no matter what. No matter if you went back to them or not.”

“But ten years—”

“I tried for five, but your family wouldn’t budge,” Suguru says with a bitter smile. “I guess they wanted me out of your life very badly and thought ten years would ensure that you’d forget all about me.”

Satoru’s gaze falls back to Suguru’s room.

“I never forgot you,” he gets out and Suguru takes his hand in his.

“I know. I listened to all of your messages. I know that you didn’t and I’m sorry. I also understand—after your message yesterday I wasn’t sure if I should even come back. If you want me gone again, I can do that. I would understand. I just—I guess I just wanted to make sure that you don’t hate me for no reason. I wanted to at least explain.”

“It would have been so much easier if I could hate you,” Satoru admits because then he probably wouldn’t have suffered like this for the last ten years.

Still, there’s a little worry, he can’t shake, not even with Suguru’s explanation.

“So you didn’t leave because of me?” he asks, his voice small and he feels stupid for even having to ask that but Suguru only squeezes his hand.

“I left for you,” he tells him and raises their hands to press a kiss to the back of Satoru’s. “And if you want me to, if you can’t look past this, then I’ll do so again.”

That makes Satoru panic.

“Don’t. Don’t ever leave again, Suguru,” he says and twists around, clinging to Suguru again. “Stay.”

“If you’ll have me,” Suguru whispers, holding Satoru just as tightly as he’s holding him. “I’ll gladly stay.”

There are a lot more things to talk about and Satoru is more than sure that a few fights are in their future as well, because he can still feel the anger boiling inside of him but right now, Satoru is too tired.

“Let’s—can you—” he can’t find the words to ask Suguru if he’ll go to bed with him, just to be close but even after all these years, Suguru understands him perfectly.

“Of course,” Suguru agrees and gets up, pulling Satoru along with him towards Satoru’s room, where he makes a beeline for his bed.

It doesn’t take long for them to get situated, slotting together as if they have always done this and when Satoru hears Suguru’s heart beat under his ear, he has to fight against the tears again.

“I’m here,” Suguru whispers, carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair, because of course he knows and Satoru scoots up until he can hide his face in Suguru’s neck.

“Don’t leave again,” Satoru pleads and Suguru presses a kiss to his head as he reaches out for Satoru’s hand, tangling their fingers together.

“Never again,” Suguru promises and Satoru takes it.

Suguru is back and for the first time in ten years, Satoru falls asleep happy.

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 10 - It doesn't change anything

The prompt for this was "It's just the two of us"

Suguru is lazily carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair when he speaks.

“How was it for you? Presenting?” he wants to know and Suguru hums in thought.

“Unremarkable,” he finally gives back and tugs on one of Satoru’s strands of hair when he pouts up at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that one moment I wasn’t an alpha and the next I was. It didn’t change anything. It didn’t mean anything to me,” Suguru replies and it’s not even a lie.

He presented so early that it barely made a difference for him at that time and Suguru never gave it much more thought than that. It happened. That’s all.

“I wonder how it’s going to be for me,” Satoru mutters out, stretching his long limbs on the bed. “How different things are going to be for me when I present as an alpha.”

That brings Suguru up short.

“But you’re not,” he says, frowning down at Satoru, who is still rolling around on Suguru’s bed as if it’s his.

“I’m not what?”

“An alpha. You’re an omega, Satoru,” Suguru gives back and he wonders how he even knows that.

No one can tell the orientation of someone who hasn’t yet presented; there’s no way to predict it, no indicator that points towards anything, no gene that can be analysed.

And yet Suguru is certain of it.

“Yeah, right,” Satoru laughs out. “The Six Eyes, an omega. Are you feeling okay, Suguru? Do you have a fever? Is your rut close and clouding your judgement?”

“Shut up,” Suguru huffs. “You know my ruts don’t affect me. And you being the Six Eyes has nothing to do with it. It’s just—you’re an omega,” he says again, because Satoru is, will be, and Suguru wonders how he could ever think anything else.

“How can I be the strongest when I’m an omega?” Satoru wants to know and that only makes Suguru frown harder.

“How can you not? Being the strongest and being an omega have nothing to do with each other. You’ll still be the strongest even as an omega.”

“But I’m not,” Satoru insists again, his whole posture rigid now where before it was loose and relaxed. “I’m not an omega.”

He sounds angry, mostly, but Suguru can detect the distress in his voice and he decides to drop it. It’s not as if he can explain how he knows this anyway—he doesn’t even understand it himself, after all—and so he simply shrugs.

“Okay, Satoru,” he gives back and pushes his hand into Satoru’s hair again. “You’re not.” Suguru can tell that his words do not appease Satoru, because he puffs out his chest as if he wants to go on arguing about this, and so Suguru quickly goes on. “You’re not anything yet, seeing as you are late.”

“I’m always late,” Satoru immediately proudly declares. “It’s fashionable.”

“If you’re five minutes late, maybe. Not an hour or longer,” Suguru chastises him, though his words lack heat. Satoru is never late to meetings with him and more often than not he manages to make Suguru late as well for any official meetings so it’s not as if Suguru is really in a position to say anything.

“Yeah, well, I’m never late alone, now, am I?” Satoru asks, a knowing sparkle in his eyes and Suguru flicks his forehead even though he can’t hide his smile.

“I’m still blaming you for my poor track record with Yaga,” he informs Satoru who really couldn’t care less it seems.

“The old guy deserves it. Running us ragged all the time; the least he can do is wait for us to shower after a mission,” Satoru huffs out and Suguru has to admit that he’s right.

He goes back to carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair again, enjoying the way he goes pliant and soft once more and while Suguru congratulates himself for a job well done on derailing the impending argument, the thought simply won’t leave Suguru’s mind.

Satoru’s an omega, he just knows it, and it doesn’t make any sense at all.

~*~*~

Suguru is unable to shake the knowledge that feels deeply ingrained in him about Satoru now that he said it out loud once and so he decides to prepare. If Satoru thinks he’s going to be an alpha, then he will not be prepared at all when he turns out to be an omega, and one of them has to be.

So Suguru does some research.

He reads every book and report he can find about the presenting of omegas; what to expect, what they need, how to care for them. He takes time after solo missions to ask around, get first hand accounts of other omegas and he meticulously notes everything down, all in the hopes of making it easier on Satoru when he does present.

If it turns out Suguru is wrong and Satoru is indeed an alpha, he’ll burn his notes but Suguru knows it won’t come to this.

He still has absolutely no explanation for how he can be so certain about this, and all of his research hasn’t helped with this. No one has experienced anything similar; sure, there are people who guessed the secondary gender of family members or friends correctly but they all admit that it was just that—a guess.

For Suguru it’s not a guess. He knows.

And it shouldn’t be possible.

He tries not to bring the topic up again with Satoru, not after how he reacted the first time but of course it’s Satoru who can’t shut up about it.

“Hey, Suguru?” Satoru asks, his head dangling off Suguru’s bed as he’s looking at him upside down. “Do you think something will change when I present as an alpha?”

Suguru has to bite back his immediate response to that and he covers it by shaking his head.

“Why would it?”

“I mean—you’re not very territorial, not yet, but isn’t that going to change with another alpha nearby? What if we can’t spend time together like this anymore?”

“You mean, how will you cope if you can’t steal my bed for yourself anymore?” Suguru lightly says and laughs when Satoru sticks his tongue out at him. “It won’t change a single thing, Satoru,” Suguru finally says and goes over to the bed to sit next to it, nudging Satoru’s head with his shoulder so he lifts it up and rests it on Suguru instead of letting it dangle down.

“How can you be so sure?” Satoru asks and Suguru can tell that he’s honestly worried about it.

He doesn’t have to be, of course, because he’s not going to be an alpha, but that’s not something Suguru can say to him and besides. It really doesn’t matter either way.

“Because it’ll still be you and it’ll still be me, no matter what. You could be the most dominant alpha in recent history and it wouldn’t matter to me.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely,” Suguru immediately gives back because he knows it. There is nothing in this world that could change how they are now.

They are Satoru and Suguru and it will always stay like that.

Besides, it’s not as if Suguru has any trouble with his alpha side; he presented so damn early that it’s almost as if he’s always been one and nothing has ever shaken him; no omega, no heat, no other alpha has ever managed to get a reaction out of him, so he doubts Satoru is going to be the first.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Satoru mumbles and turns his head so he can bury his face in Suguru’s hair. “You’re not allowed to let anything change this.”

“If we have to worry about anyone, it’s you,” Suguru gives back. “Who says you’ll be able to tolerate me close to you?”

“I will. No matter what, I will.”

“Exactly,” Suguru agrees because really, Satoru has his answer right there and it seems to be enough because Suguru can spot a smile on Satoru’s face.

“Exactly,” he echoes and then falls silent.

They stay like that until Satoru gets a crick in his neck and Suguru laughs at him.

~*~*~

When Suguru wakes up he is being blanketed by the most comforting, familiar, warm scent he has ever smelled and he allows himself a small smile.

Satoru presented then and he’s an omega, just like Suguru said he’d be.

Suguru doesn’t waste any more time in bed, he gets up and gets himself ready in record time, eager to go see Satoru, maybe tease him with a little ‘I told you so’ before he takes him out for dinner in celebration.

It’s going to be a good day.

At least Suguru thinks it will be, right until he opens his door and comes face to face with a haggard looking Shoko.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks because her bags are even more pronounced than they were before and she lets out a weary sigh.

“Satoru presented,” she tells him and Suguru frowns.

“Yeah, I can tell. So? Where is he?”

“We had to isolate him,” Shoko says and that doesn’t sound right at all.

“Isolate him? Why?”

“Don’t you smell this? His pheromones are too strong.” She pushes a shaking hand through her hair. “It’s probably because he presented so late. At least two people tried to jump him already. Even I’m being affected.”

That brings Suguru up short.

Shoko is the most unflappable beta he has ever met; she’s able to treat both alpha’s in rut and omega’s in heat without any problem at all. To think that even she’d be affected by Satoru—

“Where is he?” he demands to know again because this can’t be right.

Today should be celebrated. He had a plan.

“We had to lock him up in a basement, near Tengen’s area.”

“You—locked him up?” Suguru breathes out because this is so, so wrong.

Everything he read about omegas presenting indicates they need a pack around, people they trust; to isolate Satoru from everyone at this moment—

“Are you not listening? No one can go near him without losing it! Even now it’s—” She tries to cover her nose and Suguru realises with a start that she’s still being affected, even this far away from Satoru.

“I can,” Suguru confidently says, because Satoru’s scent is only warm and comforting to him.

“Suguru, we have to wait for another omega to arrive. We can’t put anyone in danger, not any of us or Satoru himself. Yaga contacted our sister school. They have an omega there but it will take them a while to get here.”

“I’m not waiting that long. Satoru is not waiting that long,” Suguru tells her because he will not allow Satoru to suffer for a moment longer or have to rely on someone he doesn’t know, doesn’t trust.

That’s simply not happening.

“Suguru, you can’t!”

“Watch me,” he tells her and he doesn’t wait for Shoko’s answer before he leaves.

He doesn’t need her to tell him where to find Satoru; his scent is leading him there and soon enough Suguru stops in front of a door.

“Satoru, it’s me,” he says with a cursory knock before he walks into the room.

Satoru is curled up on the bed, a pillow in his arms and he makes such a picture of misery that Suguru’s heart constricts.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Satoru whispers out, without even lifting his head from the pillow and Suguru sighs silently before he walks over and curls up around Satoru.

“Don’t—” Satoru chokes out, and he tries to get away from Suguru. “You’ll lose it, too,” he miserably adds and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

“I’m not going to lose it, Satoru, don’t be silly,” he gently says and nuzzles the back of Satoru’s neck. “How are you feeling?”

Satoru takes his time answering but Suguru doesn’t push him; he’s more than content to hold him like that and he can tell that it’s helping anyway; Satoru’s pheromones are calming down more and more with every minute they stay like this.

“Is Shoko going to try and knock me out again?” Satoru finally whispers out and Suguru tries to push the spike of anger at that away.

“It’s just the two of us,” he promises Satoru, pulling him even closer. “No one else will come and try to knock you out or otherwise disturb us.”

“How did you—” Satoru clings to Suguru’s arm around him almost painfully “—how did you know?” he asks and Suguru can feel him shudder.

“I don’t know,” Suguru admits and noses at his neck again, trying to calm Satoru down.

Everyone he talked to said it would help, having someone close by, having pack near them, being smothered in physical contact. He’s intent on making this as easy on Satoru as he can.

“I just knew, really. I can’t explain it.”

And it’s not a lie; Suguru has never been able to tell with anyone but Satoru. Since he presented so early, Suguru has watched a fair number of people present and not once did he knew like he did with Satoru.

“And this? How do you know that this is helping?” Satoru whispers and he shudders in Suguru’s arm, though he seems more at ease already.

“I did my research,” Suguru tells him. “I know you only ever read about what to do when you present as an alpha but I tried to cover all the bases; I talked to Shoko to know what to expect in the case you present as a beta and I did my own research on what to do when you present as an omega.”

“Why is it not affecting you? Does that have to do with your research, too?” Satoru asks next and this is something Suguru has no answer for.

“I don’t think so. Shoko usually knows what to do when an omega presents but it’s no help to her. I don’t know why I’m not affected,” he admits but he doesn’t hesitate to nuzzle Satoru again.

He really does smell good, but it’s nothing like what Shoko made it seem like. It’s comfort and warmth and it doesn’t spark a single aggressive or uncontrolled urge in him.

“What do I smell like?” Satoru wants to know and Suguru takes this opportunity to press his face into Satoru’s neck, inhaling deeply.

“Like all of my favourite candies wrapped into one,” he finally says and it makes Satoru huff out a laugh.

“So bitter,” he sums up and Suguru smiles into his skin.

“Not at all. You smell sweet.”

They fall silent after that for a while, Suguru content with holding Satoru like this and Satoru relaxing gradually in his arms and just when Suguru thinks that his pheromones have calmed down a spike of anxiety goes through them.

“What’s wrong?” he wants to know, keeping his voice low, keeping Satoru safe in his arms, so he knows that nothing is going to happen.

“This is going to change everything,” Satoru finally says and it sounds so final that it almost makes Suguru growl.

“It won’t change a thing,” he vehemently gives back. “I already told you; nothing is going to change anything. You’re still Satoru and I’m still Suguru, that won’t ever change.”

“That was when I still thought I’m an alpha,” Satoru weakly replies. “Things are different now.”

“They are not. I’m not affected, and I won’t let it change a single thing.”

“It’s no longer in your hands,” Satoru whispers. “Yaga will already have informed my family.”

“So?”

“You don’t know, because you’re not from one of the great clans but—things are different for us,” Satoru explains and he smells so much like misery that Suguru almost feels sick with it. “I won’t be allowed to stay here. I’m no longer allowed to fight.”

“What the hell, Satoru, what else would they have you do if not what you’re good at?”

“I’m an omega, Suguru. I’m good for breeding and nothing else. Me especially, because of the techniques I inherited. They’ll want me to pass that on to someone who can use them, an alpha or even a beta. Not something like me,” Satoru says, his voice shaking and for a split second, Suguru sees red.

The thought of someone locking Satoru up, denying him what he really wants to do, touching him and laying with him when he doesn’t want it—it makes him want to tear someone apart.

“I’m not going to let them,” he promises and he means it.

No one is going to make Satoru do anything he doesn’t want to, Suguru will make sure of that.

Satoru huffs out a wet laugh as he turns around in Suguru’s arms. He seems surprised by whatever look is still on Suguru’s face and Suguru can tell that he takes a moment to make up his mind before he presses his nose to Suguru’s neck, inhaling deeply.

“Suguru,” Satoru finally mutters. “Am I yours?” he then asks and it feels as if Satoru upended a bucket of cold water over him.

Mate. Of course.

That certainly explains a few things, Suguru thinks, as he tries to wrap his mind around the fact that Satoru is meant to be his, has always been meant to be his. It’s why he instinctively knew his second gender and why he’s not being affected like everyone else.

“You smell like you’re mine,” Satoru goes on, not waiting for a reply, not giving Suguru a chance to digest this. “You smell like all of my favourite things.”

“And you smell like all of mine,” Suguru gives back, because what else is there to say and he can feel Satoru smiling against his skin.

“That’s how you knew I had to be an omega, right?”

“No,” Suguru replies, because if he’s certain about one thing then it’s this. “You would have always been mine, no matter what.”

“Even as an alpha?”

“Yes.” There is no doubt in Suguru’s mind that no matter what Satoru’s second gender is, he’d still feel the same towards him.

For him, it’s always been Satoru, he suddenly realises.

“I love you,” Suguru says and he knows Satoru well enough to know that he’s rolling his eyes.

“Of course you do, my pheromones wouldn’t allow anything else.”

“Not true,” Suguru says and nuzzles the top of Satoru’s head. “I don’t feel any different than last week, or even yesterday. More hungry maybe, thanks to your scent, but otherwise it’s all the same. I have loved you, even before this.”

“Same,” Satoru says, in true Satoru fashion and Suguru laughs, bursting with fondness for the boy in his arms.

“But if we’re mates, then your family can’t take you, right?” Suguru asks after a moment and Satoru tilts his head as if he’s inviting Suguru to bite him.

“They wouldn’t dare,” he agrees and Suguru’s teeth ache with the need to make Satoru his, wholly, completely.

He hesitates, though.

“You sure?” he wants to know, ghosting his lips over Satoru’s scent gland and making him shiver.

“Are you?” Satoru gives right back and boldly licks over the same spot on Suguru’s neck.

It’s an electrifying feeling.

“With you, always,” Suguru promises and the words have barely left his mouth before Satoru sinks his teeth into his neck.

It hurts, for a split second, until Suguru bites Satoru in return, and then there’s only bliss.

Satoru is his. He is Satoru’s. Everything is like it’s meant to be.

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Say gex wip ~

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stinky sukuna causing trouble once again!!

NOTE: yuuji is legal in this fic, incubus au

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he whispered in his ear a tempting curiosity, and planted the seed of desire deep within him. for when it bloomed, it would be unstoppable.

it was a typical night for you, maybe slightly lonelier then some days. it was rare for such a mundane day to occur, but there were no complaints from you. it seemed normal when you went to sleep, a strange but pleasant feeling. you had seen a strange male in your dreams, black marks and clawed hands. last night was the closest he had gotten to you, whispering his name in your ear before you woke up in cold sweat. he had a faint mark on his body, and a grin. when a frantic, persistent, annoying knock woke you up at some ungodly hour in the morning.

you considered not opening it, hoping that whoever it was got the hint, until they started begging your name at your door. it was a familiar voice, one that you had always known. there was a familiar pink haired male at your doorstep, mumbling to himself and teary eyed. concern immediately welled up within you as you rushed to get him inside your small house.

he wasted no time in flinging himself on you, wrapping his arms around your neck and inhaling your scent in big deep breaths. whatever sleepiness you had was fully gone, and replaced with confusion. he was muttering into your neck, going a mile a minute and with a red blush blooming over his face. he took a deep breath, looked you in the eyes and repeated himself once more.

"i.. uh.. its a long story but i ate a cursed finger and its another long story but basically i have another entity in me and hes annoying and opens his mouth alot and talks to me in my headandhesanincubus." another loooong inhale before he spoke again. "andhesbeenputtingstuffintomyheadaboutsexandijustcantgetitoutofmyheadprobablybecausenowthathesinmybodyheschangingit."

he then looked at you, before his eyes drew to the waistband of your pants. "i uh, i uh.. its been on my mind.. i just can't get sex out of my head and i've been tired and .." he paused again, "sukuna won't shut up about it in my head, and tonight its been the worst its ever been.. ive been fantasizing about you and i need to see if what hes been saying is true.. please don't hate me.."

he even sat on your couch, staring at you with those big teary eyes, even grabbing your hand and rubbing his face against it. he sure was desperate, and plus it was your duty as his best friend, right?

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he is so,, so eager for anything. you started off by making out with him, something that he took to like a champ, sweet moans were contained between your lips and he was more then eager to dwell deeper and deeper with newfound sin. he felt so energized by a simple make out session. he hoped that his energy came more from the excitement of doing it with you, and not what the demon inside his head was alluring to.

and when you pulled out your dick yuuji placed his arm against it, cooing at how it compared to his arm. this was the most quiet sukuna has been since he swallowed that damned finger. it felt like his body was in heat ever since you kissed him, and seeing your thick, pulsing length measure up against his arm made that heat in him burn in anticipation. he's jerked off to porn thinking of you, imagining you deep within him, the feeling of you pinning him against a wall and using his body for your own need.

at first sukuna whispered about how good it is to cuddle with someone, then it became how nice it would feel to have your warm, strong body cuddle against his. then it became planting thoughts in his head, making him wonder how big your dick is, or if you were as gentle in bed as you were talking to him. drilling fantasies was practically effortless given that the male jerked off every day and imagined it was you two instead. being a part of yuujis head meant that he knew everything, including that you were the easiest target in making him succumb, and break to his will.

and being near him just made you reckless, your festering desire to be in him and be connected to him made you do stupid things. he tenderly grabbed your dick, almost like he was trying to see how it felt on his hand, how the heat and weight felt. he could feel you throb freely in his hold, like it was inviting him to touch it, to touch you. and who was he to deny you? his eyes were blown wide, and everything about you from how you look to how you smell invited him closer to you. he was starting to get desperate, gruff whines mixing in with his pants whenever you roamed his body, faint whispers and begs to stick it in. your touch ignited the fire deep within his body, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait for you to put it out before it ingulfed him entirely.

he was sensitive, and so,, so tight. yuujis salmon hair was sweaty and he already cum from sheer anticipation of getting fucked. currently he was facing your ceiling, his sturdy thighs wrapping around your waist while you thrusted into him. his walls were as needy as he was, sloppy noises filling the room. his toned body was stained with milky fluids. so this is what its like.. fucked out, he thought that in bliss feeling you deep in him. yuuji could feel your powerful thighs piston, and your slick cock hit something deep inside. yet somehow, he still wasn't getting overstimulated. before all of this started, whenever he would jerk off to the thought of you he couldn't last more then a few minutes.. and boy did you not disappoint. you truly look as good above him as you do everywhere else, and the smell of you encompassing him would make him lightheaded in the best way possible.

"see, why deny it?" a cruel voice rang in his mind, making him wince, he tried to ignore it and closed his eyes, tensing. you paused, asking him if he was okay.

"don't deny your body yuuji, give it what it wants..take it for yourself.." it came in a faint whisper in his mind, the lust clouding his mind, tempting him beyond his imagination.

the only reason why he opened his eyes, was because you felt up something that made him jolt, and yelp out a moan. the feeling was so unfamiliar that he snapped his eyes open, seeing you stare at his pelvis in slight awe, and slight worry.

there was a faint glow of a symbol on his abdomen, something that would have made his blood run cold if it weren't that you were here with him, and if he wasn't deep in pleasure.

"he already saw it, dummy. why are you still denying yourself? he can clearly handle it." sukuna was getting impatient, annoyance tainting his words. yuuji didn't want him to ruin his first time, much less with you. if he could just ignore him for a bit long..

"if you won't dwell in your desires, i will.." he could feel a growing force in his head. "let me show you how its done.." and suddenly, itadori wasn't in control of his own body.

his thighs gripped your pelvis before sukuna pushed you down, clawed hand on your chest, sinking deep on your cock. he could see how your mind connected the pieces, seeing your friend transform into the demon from your dreams. his grin came on his face, his hand running over your face before his nail was right at your lip. sukuna peered over your face, gripping your chin. "miss me?" your grunt annoyed him as much as your frightened eyes. one deep, passionate kiss was enough to have your eyes gloss over slightly, and was enough to subdue you.

"now be a good boy," that grin came back on his face when you nodded. he sank on your cock, frothed cum leaking from his ass while he toyed with you. the mark on yuujis body glowed bright pink, and you couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

thats when those smooth, pleasured grunts turned into another yelp of deep nirvana. sukuna was gripping your sheets, tearing them and biting his lip. he himself seemed surprised, covering his mouth.

yuuji in his mind tried to gain control of his body, but the overwhelming force that sukuna had, and the inexperience of himself meant that he could only wait until he had more strength to gain back control. he was forced to watch everything, helpless.

"y'know, that boy really likes you, and you can keep up with me.." he got real close to your face, pleasured insanity running through his eyes and a blush on his face, which means we will see eachother alot more.." sukuna pulled back, gaining back his composure and running his hand through his hair, looked back down on you.

"now let me drain you until you're dry and begging for more.." that was the last you remember after being pulled into a kiss, a pleasurable dream that lasted for hours. the next thing you remember is being woken up by a naked yuuji panicking, and urging you to go wash up with him. and since when did you have all these markings all over you?

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Tempus HQ&VG [NSFW Headcanons]

Warning; implied male reader, 2nd person narration. The way they moan and their favourite sex position.

Author's note; I wasn't sure about adding Magni and Vesper, but... I might add them later idk.

Masterlist.

VTubers Holostars EN/ Tempus

Their moans;

Altare| soft and quiet but high-pitched. gets very breathy when he's too overwhelmed and about to cum. he's able to let out small mewls of your name, muttering a barely audible, "cumming..."

Axel| grunting and gasping. he refuses to moan out loud when you're having sex. and he will try his hardest to not be loud. however, there are times when keeping quiet is the hardest task for him.

Bettel| whining, whimpering, crying... he's very, VERY vocal which embarrasses him a lot. even more so when he realizes you do things a certain way just to hear him get louder.

Hakka| mumbly. he mumbles and bangles a lot. a mixture of sounds and words come out of him when you're being intimate. he just feels so good that he can no longer understand words.

Shinri| grunts and deep, growly hums. as someone who is naturally quieter, his moans have turned into low, deep and grossly hums, which are... pretty sexy.

Flayon| high-pitched, whiny and loud. he doesn't give a damn if he's being "too loud". he loves the way you fuck him and he's gonna be vocal about it too.

Favourite Position;

Altare| a doggy-style kinda guy. there's something about it that just does something to him... maybe it's the feeling of your chest pressed up against his back while you moan on his ear, telling him how tight he feels around your cock and how he's such a good boy for taking you so well.

Axel| reverse cowgirl. he enjoys the feeling of control this position gives him, as if he could do anything he wants to you and there would be nothing you could do... completely ignoring the fact that your hands, holding onto his hips, are the reason he's bouncing on your cock like that. (he also likes it because he gets to hide his face from you)

Bettel| against the wall. babygirl likes being picked up and thrown around. he gets turned on at how easy you seem to be able to just carry him whenever you want and he's had a hard time controlling himself whenever you do. his reactions and thoughts about this are obvious, he is like an open book so... enjoy.

Hakka| missionary. babyboy likes a rough missionary. getting to see your face as you fuck into him is the cause of his mind turning into mush, leaving an incoherent Hakka lying on his back, too fucked dumb to be able to think.

Shinri| missionary or doggy. he's good with either, and chooses one or the other depending on his mood, whether he wants it slow or rough, however, he goes with what you want most of the time. (a little hesitant to try cowgirl just yet)

Flayon| mating press... you saw it coming. he just loves having his body practically folded under your weight as you pound his throbbing insides and call him a "dirty whore", or your "sweet puppy", whichever you say, always gets the same reaction out of him. his whines get louder, and you watch as his eyes roll back, hearing him cry your name while holding onto your arms, agreeing to your words while he moans and gasps. even more so when you call him your "slutty princess."

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lovebomb | 18+ CHECK DNI

its not that he doesn't like it when you make love to him, or when you hold him against you and the sheets while you defile him. its certainly not the way you feel against his skin or the tender touches you give him while you're nestled deep inside of him.

its just that he sometimes isn't looking to make love. he's looking to relieve stress, to fuck. and sometimes he doesn't want you to be tender and gentle with him. he wants you to lose yourself to him and split him in two. he wants to feel you rut against him and feel you claim him.

and he loves you dearly, but sometimes you're too logical, too caring, to compassionate. he doesn't want you to think about how you'll make him feel better after, or how to mark him up without actually marking him up. he doesn't care, so neither should you.

luckily for him, he found the perfect way to get what he wanted in an already winning situation. the two of you were already planning on celebrating the start of the new year together, and by the way that he came home to a candlelit dinner and your roaming hands, he knew he would get way more then dinner and dessert.

when dessert came to an end and he suggested a drink or two, you were quick to agree, kissing him up before he went off to make your drinks. it was a new recipe he heard of-- called a lovebomb. it was supposed to make your partner get into the mood, and what better way to try it out then on a romantic night?

he was not expecting you to ask for another, and another, and another. by the time that he realized how many drinks you two shared, the bottle was empty, and you were getting very handsy with him. he could see those dopey and lusty eyes on him, and the scent of alcohol on your breath. when he cleaned up he could feel you get up after him, and the feeling of your warm body and hands pressing against him, roaming his waist and pushing against his body. he could feel you snuggle against his neck before you inhaled his scent, nipping his skin. your warm body was against his, and your pelvis was grinding against his ass, small murmurs about how happy you were that you had him.

and he has never cleaned so fast in his life, eager to have you bed him. you seemed like you could hardly wait, your drunkness fading into a horny buzz. he had never had to restrain you from going further the grinding until today. 

when he was finally done, and you pulled him into the room, he couldn’t help but feel almost a forbidden sense of excitement from how reckless you were with him. of course he still appreciated the rose petals on the bed, but he would rather you skip the extra parts and just make you lose control over yourself.

and thats exactly what happened. the entire motion felt like a buzz, a symphony of your bodies together. you were pulling moves on him that hes never seen. There was a hunger in your actions, throwing away what little self restraint you had left. his body was already starting to get sore from your marks, and your bites were starting to turn purple on his body. he could feel your hands scrape against his body, massaging the muscle on his chest while you moulded his body against yours like putty. 

but he was no better then you were. he always had less self control then you did, and he simply could not wait for you to ruin him. his hands would graze your body, easing you and edging you on, whispering words into the sultry air to stir you up. he wanted to be wrecked, and now that he was so close to it, he was gonna do anything to get it.

the feeling of your raw dick pushing your way inside him was a very foreign feeling, but was not unwelcomed. it was almost too much for him, to go rough with him, to crave your own orgasm. he wasn’t used to how big you felt inside him, and how he could feel all your veins and girth inside of him. you always put on protection, and he could see the fresh box that was on your nightstand, that you prepared for beforehand. 

you had his legs over your shoulder, face blushing and eyes glazed with pleasure. your hands were gripping him tightly while you worked your way into him, digging into his insides and marking him up. his cock was dribbling cum, and his hands took to scratching your back up. tears were starting to build up in his eyes from how much he felt. it was too much and not enough at the same time. he wanted more, but couldn’t handle what he had. he felt like he couldn’t breathe properly from how deep you were inside of him, and his body felt like it was screaming for more, yet couldn’t handle how your raw dick felt inside of him, or how every vein felt inside him. 

“fuck babe, if i knew how good this felt i woulda done this earlier!” your gruff voice rang in his ear. “you can handle it right?”

his moans were the only answer, and it seemed to fuel your hunger. constantly readjusting your hold on him, and urging to be closer to his sweaty, stimulated body. it felt like his senses were heightened, and his body was on fire. If he knew that you needed a buzz to go wild on him, he would have done this so much earlier. his hands felt up your back, caressing the muscle definition and grazing over the scratches he left on your back, he could feel your breath tickle his face while you pounded him, the sound of the bed creaking mixing with both of your moans, and the sound of your balls slapping against his ass

he could tell that you were starting to get close, the feverish thrusts, the growing tenseness in your body, the way that your handling on him was getting tighter, the way that your dick pulsed inside of him. this was the fucking that he needed, and craved. 

his abdomen had been stained with his cum, the milky liquid leaking down his sides. “more,” he pleaded with you, hands travelling to his ass to spread it apart, staring at you with those eyes you find hard to resist. “need more, fuck me till i can’t walk..” his voice was quiet and needing a desperate answer. 

your eyes stared a him for a second, before you licked your lips, taking a moment to wipe your sweat before you went back down on him, grabbing his spent dick and making him squeal. “i’m gonna fucking make you regret that,” you grinned at him, “you’re not gonna be able to walk for the start of the new year.”

what a great way to start the new year, with you deep inside him and stuffing him full of cum. 

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WRIOTHESLEY, HS! YONE, ZORO, HS! SETT, HS! KAYN, HS! EZREAL, CHILDE, dan heng, JING YUAN, blade, LUOCHA, DIAVOLO, LUCIFER, mammon, bokuto, KUROO, nishinoya, sasuka, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI + ALL your faves goddamn wtf

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I am literally scouring the internet for ruze fics rn!!! That collab gave me major brainrot for some reason, could we do some fluffy jealous!ruze x reader please :,)))

Oooh~~ nice!

I decided to split this is into two parts so the next one will probably come in a few days~!

Crimzon Ruze x Male!Reader [?]

Warning; uh... Maybe lore inaccurate and ooc!ruze. Ruze if you find this, no you didn't.

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VTuber Holostars EN/ Armis

A heavy sigh left his mouth as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, the red fabric of his jacket turning a slightly darker colour due to his action. With a grunt, he pushed his sandy blond hair away from his face.

He was about to take off his mask and relax for a moment before heading back to the Criminal's Cut, hoping he could maybe continue reading in peace and there wouldn't be any more corruption beasts coming out of their territory, but the movement of his hand halted when he heard something.

It was a faint sound, one which he hadn't been able to hear before due to the roaring of the beasts and his unstoppable laughter, but now, in the eerily silence of the Badlands, his ears twitched slightly at the sound.

He frowned and gripped Zephyr tighter, steadily making his way toward the sound. Considering where he was, the possibility of the sound coming from another corruption beast was the only option that came to his mind, so he got ready to strike the beast and kill it with one swift swing.

However, he found something else. Something that wasn't a corruption beast. It was... A person.

A male.

His purple eyes inspected the state of the guy, his breathing was ragged and he was drenched in sweat, barely moving as he had found shelter in a rather small cave. He was severely injured, and upon a quick inspection, he was surprised the guy had managed to stay alive, specifically when he caught sight of a blood trail and faded footprints on the sand.

He took a deep breath and lifted Zephyr over his head, determined to put this poor soul out of his misery...

But he couldn't.

The blade shone under the sunlight as it stopped less than an inch away from the guy's neck, and he watched how his brows furrowed, mouth open as he struggled to breathe.

An annoyed sigh left him, and he watched the guy.

He didn't have a reason not to kill him, but he didn't have a reason to kill him either, so maybe...

"You owe me," he muttered to himself before carefully leaning Zephyr against the cave and dragging the guy closer to him, by doing so, he noticed the bloodied cloth wrapping around the guy's stomach, and could see that the wound was a claw scratch from a beast, as the cloth didn't quite cover the entire length of it.

He had more wounds, but they had stopped bleeding for the most part.

His eyes looked at the wounded man again, trying to understand why hadn't he killed him but he couldn't find it in himself to answer his own question. He took off his jacket and made the guy sit up, putting the heavy red jacket around his shoulders and securing the straps so it wouldn't fall off, and decided to pick him up.

He carried the man on his back and picked up Zephyr before making his way back as fast as he could, watching as the sun began to set over the horizon, giving way for the moon to shine as the night dropped.

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Closing the door behind him, purple eyes were locked on the guy he brought over to his home.

He had made a makeshift bed for him, had put his jacket away to wash the blood before it stained, and had fetched some stuff to help with his wounds.

Just the thought of having to take care of another person was beginning to irritate him and he was beating himself for bringing an injured man over, but... Too late now.

He made his way to him and knelt beside him, taking out his dagger to cut the bloodied cloth and get to work quicker.

Cleaning the wound was the first thing he did and thankfully he had cloth around to clean all the diluted blood as he gently poured water on the open cuts. The guy's reaction was as he expected, he frowned and hissed in pain, even while still passed out, beads of sweat rolling down his face and neck, a sheer layer of sweat on every visible patch of his skin due to the high fever.

He did what he could with what he had, was used to patching his wounds by himself and was fairly knowledgeable when it came to sewing stitches on deep open wounds, he just sort of hoped the guy would wake up soon enough.

"Yeah..." He mumbled into the quietness of the room he was in, leaning against the wall by the male's head, "You definitely owe me," he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, keeping a tight grip on his dagger, trusting his mind to keep him alert even in his sleep, just in case anything happened.

And right before falling asleep, that same wondering thought came across his mind.

Why didn't I kill him?

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Hours went past and the guy wasn't showing signs of waking up, however, he seemed to be getting better, slowly but surely, he wasn't looking as dead as he did, or well, he didn't seem like he had one foot in the grave anymore.

And maybe three days after finding him, he woke up. He couldn't do much besides lie down, his whole body was sore, throbbing from the pain and he had a massive headache, one like he'd never had before.

He frowned and tried to open his eyes, dreading the pain that would shoot through his head the moment he saw light, but that didn't happen. The room he was in was in complete darkness, and it felt warm, something that definitely put his senses on alert. This was not the cave he had managed to find while out in the desert, so... Where was he?

Slowly, he tried to his body around, but the stinging pain in his abdomen stopped him, making him lean back on the warm and comfy surface he was lying on and take a few deep breaths, struggling to ignore the pain and get his body to move. The situation was unknown and he didn't like being somewhere foreign, he couldn't shake the thought of having been captured after running away, so all he could think of was moving and leaving the place he was in.

Pushing through it and letting out grunts of various volumes, he sat up against the wall, feeling the sensation of his muscles constricting around his ribs, making it hard to breathe properly, but he had to move.

"Fu..ck.." His voice broke as it got out quiet and meek, his throat sore and parched definitely due to lack of hydration, and he cursed to himself. Both of his hands pressed down next to his hips, determined to get himself up on his feet and run away as far as he could once more, but...

The door opened.

Light from the outside invaded the space he was in, blinding him and making him cover his eyes with his arms, groaning at the sharp pain shooting from his eyes to his head.

"Holy fuck, you're awake," the voice he had was gravely and raspy, unlike any voice he's ever heard before, "Wasn't expecting it, honestly," feeling curious about this strange yet weirdly charming and soothing voice, he lowered his arm and looked at the stranger man standing in front of the door.

His body was surrounded by the evening orange glow of the sunset, making it seem like he had a golden aura around him, but thankfully, he closed the door behind him, and now he was able to observe him better.

He had messy yet well-kept hair, and it was two-coloured, something he didn't find strange anymore, he had a broken mask on his face which he didn't really pay close attention to. A big red jacket hung on his shoulders, reaching a few inches below his knees, and unzipped, revealing a toned body covered in scars, or so he guessed, judging by the visible ones on his chest.

But something about him seemed... Familiar.

His eyes trailed up and observed the mask a little bit better. Red jacket, broken mask, a... Great axe...

"Crimzon... Ruze..." He mumbled to himself, recognizing the man in front of him as what the people of Southern Elysium had called, the Greatest Monster Hunter.

The man turned to look at him, and for a moment, he froze in fear. He looked intimidating, although it probably was because he was still sitting on the ground while being stared down by someone as known as Crimzon Ruze.

He was expecting an angry response, as he always imagined the male being high and mighty due to his title, if not that, then maybe being ignored, but he didn't expect to hear him... Laughing.

"I don't need to introduce myself anymore, eh? That's great!" Surprisingly quiet footsteps approached him and he was suddenly crouched in front of him, "So, what's your name?"

He hesitated for a moment, staring at him and noticing the purple colour of his eye, showing through the opening of the mask, "Uh... (M/n)..."

He said as loud as he could, his throat itching and burning as he desperately needed water, but he was distracted by that thought as he watched Ruze reach his hand up to his mask, taking it off.

"Welcome to the Criminal's Cut!"

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Weirdly enough, (M/n) found himself having fun next to Ruze, even if all the hunter did was play pranks on him by getting inside insanely small spaces just to scare him. It was a nice time.

His injuries took a while to heal, but he got better after a week or so and now, he was dreading having to leave. To where? He didn't know, but he couldn't stay, and Ruze knew that. They had gotten closer and were what one would call friends, even though Ruze liked to say he didn't have friends and hated everyone equally, his actions showed how he cared for those close to him.

(M/n) had told Ruze the story of how he got lost and injured in the desert, how he had run away and wished to get anywhere safer than where he was, then he encountered corruptions beasts and without anything to defend himself, he ended up getting injured, despite managing to kill the beast that attacked him.

He had walked hours to get to that cave and that was the last thing he could remember, he even mentioned how he was sure he was gonna die, but... Here he is now, right? Alive.

Sharing that story made them feel close to each other, and Ruze warmed up to him enough to tell him the stories of a few of his scars, how they represented his wins and losses, how they showed mistakes he had done in the past, making him swear he would never let them happen again.

And even though they found some sort of comfort in being together as they had similar opinions and ways of living, (M/n) began to worry about staying so long in the tavern Ruze liked to crash in most days, he had mentioned something about knowing the owner and sort of working as a bodyguard for him whenever things got rough in the tavern with the drunkards during the day.

He was in almost perfect condition and didn't need to be taken care of anymore, his first thought was leaving and not to inconvenience anyone again, and especially not Ruze.

Many times before, he had stated to (M/n) that he "owed" him for saving his life, to which he would immediately laugh and say he didn't mean it, that he didn't owe him anything when he rescued him because he just couldn't let him die all alone in the Badlands.

And time and time again, (M/n) always responded to him that he didn't mind repaying him any way he needed, he didn't like owing anyone anything, so he was open to doing whatever Ruze told him to if it came to it.

Which takes us to now.

Ruze sighed as he heard (M/n) say the same thing again, and he placed his "stamina potion" down on the bar. He turned to look at the (h/c) haired male, who looked determined and happy to oblige to whatever Ruze may tell him to do, and knowing this, the bounty hunter stood up from his wooden stool, downed the last of his drink and grabbed his jacket.

"Come on," (M/n) blinked a few times and drank his water, getting up and silently following Ruze out of the tavern.

They walked for a couple hours, and (M/n) gave up asking where they were going after Ruze refused to tell him but the walk over wasn't bad, they were dressed appropriately to walk under the scorching sun out in the desert and Ruze always brought water with him, despite arguing that he barely ever drinks it.

He heard Ruze sigh and saw him tilt his head down, the tall neck of his jacket hiding half of his face and (M/n) wondered why that was, when he noticed a couple of lights in the distance and... A faint scream too?

What was happening over there?

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My horny ass could NOT be the sole mechanic for a mech, alone in the repair bay, talking to the mech's AI core, discussing the harsh reality of the war we've found ourselves in. Me discussing my mortality, the 50ft entity I've spent the last several years learning the intricacies of and is fully aware of the fact that as a tool of war it'll either die in battle or end up abandoned as it's systems all fail until emergency back-up power keeps it awake for possibly thousands of years. We talk about how neither of us has felt a connection between ourselves and anything else worth dying for like that, except maybe... Well, the rest of the base has almost certainly gone to sleep by now. The cockpit clicks shut with a soft "click" and I. I mean uh, I forgot where I was going with this.

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🏳️‍⚧️it's #sk8transweek2023 everybody :3

🏳️‍⚧️for Thursday NSFW Prompt: T4T (Spicy Version)

🏳️‍⚧️matchablossom typical angst to smut to fluff pipeline

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I need a list of fictional men who whine in certain situations🙏🙏pleas

꒷꒦‧₊˚ needy boys in your area. CLICK HERE to message ♱ "stop ignoring me, cmon.. jus' look at me" ▬▬ you are my sunshine

disclaimer. NSFW CONTENT (18+). begging. dacryphilia. slight brat taming. top male reader. fem aligned dni.

needy boys who keep that arousal pooling inside of them until it bubbles over into frustrated huffs and squirms, they would be composed one minute and busy with work but the next their mind seems to wonder and their skin blooms with embarrassment to being so lewd. needy boys who let you do most of the work for the night because they're just so worn out, have them sitting in your lap while your fist pumps their cock, press gentle kisses against their necks and shoulders while whispering sweet praise to them. needy boys who would never think about complaining, you always do so much for them despite the tight schedule which consumes their lives. needy boys who cum with your name rolling of their tongues, hips twitching when warm spurts dribble onto your skin.

neuvillette. kento nanami. zhongli. william afton. tighnari. alhaitham. suguru getou. diluc. wriothesley.

needy boys who get all bratty. eye rolls, clicks of their tongues and scrunched up faces like as if you've just threatened to kill an entire village. needy boys who need to get put in their place, they'll push and push because they know exactly how to get under your skin to get what they want. needy boys who deserve to get their hair tugged at and brought down onto their knees, oh but this is what they wanted right? to be treated like they're just a pathetic excuse of a whore. needy boys who claw, bite and tug at whatever they can, your back, shoulders or even the sheets beneath them when your cock drills into their hole. needy boys who would never EVER admit that they enjoy being manhandled, hands planted firmly on their hips while you whisper filthy words into the shell of their ears.

tartaglia. satoru gojo. arataki itto. toji fushiguro. kaveh. mike schmidt. choso kamo. kaeya. ayato kamisato.

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Thinking About Pretty Switch!Men...

🥀Nsfw below cut, minors dni!🥀

Thinking about pretty men who are either the roughest, meanest doms or the neediest, filthiest subs. They're either railing you mercilessly into the mattress, spitting out the cruelest degrading words and harsh punishments or whining and whimpering, begging you to fuck them until theyre sobbing.

One night he'll have you sobbing and begging for him, legs thrown over his shoulder and a large, rough hand wrapped around your neck until your letting out broken moans at every thrust. Other nights hes the one begging for you, squirming beneath you as you suck on his tits, hips bucking up against yours as precum pearls on his tip. Needy moans crawling from the depths of his throat, whimpers turning to sobs as he begs you to rail him.

He needs to forget his own anger and pain, and fucking you is the perfect release for that. He can overpower you so easily, using his superior weight to pin you down against any surface and manhandle you as your pleading for mercy. He wants, no, needs to rail you until your both shooting blanks, your moans a symphony to his ears.

Sometimes though, he needs you to take the initiative, fuck him until his brain is all fuzzy and theres no thoughts behind his eyes other than lust. Make him forget, make him so needy he can't bear to think about anything else. Make him yours, mark him and rail him until he himself is begging, until his chest is heaving and he just feels so, so good.

Just some pretty switch thoughts <3

Characters:

🥀HSR - Blade, Jing Yuan

🥀ACOTAR - Cassian, Azriel, Eris

🥀DEMON SLAYER - Sanemi, Muzan, Obanai, Tengen

🥀THE DRAGON PRINCE - Aaravos

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sorry for leagueposting hes just too meowmeow

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Tw: comfort, reader going through their monthly

You tried focusing on your breathing, trying to find any semblance to put you to sleep. Unfortunately for you it seemed impossible at this movement. You sat up, pain shooting through your lower body as your breathing got heavier, your eyes barely holding onto your surroundings from the pain. You gulped as if to ground yourself but the action only hurt as you felt how dry it was. "Water... " you breathed, even speaking hurt at this point. Your partner has told you on several occasions to use pain killers sometimes if not always when the pain is too much in that time of the month but you didn't waver, knowing the long-term sickening effect it leads to. You stood up, your legs barely being upright straight without shaking as you exited the room, slow as a snail. You poured yourself a glass of water, wishing for your partner to soon get home from the urgent matter that took him away from you on a non working day. "I swear it's always on the way when he's out. " You gulped the warm water, finding little to no strength to get back to the bedroom and hence opting to lay on the couch, covering yourself messily with the thin blanket. You sighed shakily, your trembling hands rubbing up and down on your thighs and lower abdomen.

It was about 30 minutes later when the door to your shared house opened. You heard your name being called to which you just meekly replied a small "Here"

His senses were sharp when it came to you. Precise and full of love and care. He knew you like the back of his hand. His form entered the room, kneeling in front of you as he pushed a few strands away from your slightly sweaty face and tired eyes. "That time?" is all he asked and a nod from you is all he took before he went to stand up, gathering you in his arms, one supporting your back and the beneath your knees as he started making his way to what you assumed to be bedroom. You didn't say anything, too tired and pain struck as you let your head fall on his chest. He gently placed you on the bed before he exited the room before you can keep him with you.

His form entered the room shortly, a tray in his hand which he placed on the nightstand including various things.

He helped you sit up against the headboard, handing you a glass of tea he just brewed which is the best pain relieving one. You sipped on the hot beverage as he pushed up your shirt [his] slightly, placing a warm towel on your lower stomach and pulling the shirt back down. He draped a fluffy and warm blanket over your body knowing your tendency of hot and cold during this time. He sat beside you on the edge, waiting for you to finish the drink while simultaneously wiping your face with the dry towel. He placed the cup down as soon as you finished, the whole exchange all too silent as he went to other side of the bed and climbed in, moving his body closer to you while gently helping you lay down.Your form was laying falt on your back and he propped his head up supported by his arm and hand. He tucked your hair behind your ear before his hand came down. His deft hand massaging your thighs with just the right amount of pressure. You leaned into his touch, head burying into his firm chest as small hands bunched up the fabric of his shirt. Your thighs curled upwards, allowing his warm hand to fulling rub your thighs and eventually your lower back from inside the t-shirt. You released a shaky yet content sigh when suddenly a cramp hit making you wince, as if a natural instinct for him, his body curled into yours, the arm which was supporting him now wrapped around your upper back, hand moving up and down the back while the one on the thigh never ceased. "It hurts" came your broken whimper as his voice so many shades softer than how it usually was shushed you, " Shh it's okay.... I know it hurts love..... I'm so sorry.... " his voice was filled was soothing intent as his hand cradled your head into his chest, his lips placing a delicate kiss on top of your forehead. A few moments were spent in silence as his gentle gestures didn't stop, the only thing filling the space being the breathing, your eventual whimpers and his comforting words. His voice broke the silence as he started humming an aimless tune, his heavy voice a contract to his soft humming. Your eyes subconsciously started to shut, the exhausting and immense love and comfort setting in 'I didn't know he could do this too..... ' Your breathing evened out, giving enough of an indication to your lover that you're finally at peace but his hands never stopped, not wanting for you to suffer more of the immense pain that is enough to hurt him through you as one last kiss was placed on your forehead.

Atsumu, Al haitham, Osamu, Kiyoomi, Childe, Tighnari, Iwazumi, Aakashi, Toji, Mikey, Sanzu, Dottore, Ayato, Suna, Gojo, Zhongli

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