#. slowly straying further away from the requests i have to finish

[niki-phoria]

pairing: leon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: comfort/fluff word count: 941

warnings: one cuss word, mentions of blood, canon typical violence, very brief description of reader having a panic attack

includes: re2 leon, they're supposed to be in the basement of the police department yk, are the infected monsters or zombies ?? i call them zombies in this, finally finished re4 so i've been playing re2 dklndslks thinking about playing elden ring too

a/n: big thank you to 🍬 anon for the idea i hope you like it !!

summary: leon comforting you after you get attacked

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“fuck!” every nerve in your body ignites as a zombie jumps onto you from the darkness. it’s a woman - or the remains of one. she has a giant gash against her cheek and a deep bite wound in her shoulder where she was bitten. 

“y/n!” you can barely hear leon over the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. the woman snarls as her body hovers over yours. you push against her, desperately trying to keep her away from you. her teeth gnash and she scratches desperately at you. you raise your knee up in an attempt to kick her off of you, successfully throwing her far enough to reach for your gun. it feels so far away. too far. 

your savior comes in the form of a familiar blonde - leon - throwing the zombie off of you and firing a few shots into her head. you take the opportunity to scramble to your feet, following his lead. 

the snarls of more of the undead forcefully bring you back to reality. it feels like there are hundreds of them - all swarming, biting, clawing at you. you fire off a few shots into the hoard as leon reaches over to grab your arm. “let’s go!” he shouts over their snarls as he pulls you along with him through the precinct in a desperate search for safety. 

you’re given a short reprieve when you turn another sharp corner. leon all but drags you into the room before you slam the door shut behind him. it’s the remains of an office; likely belonging to a superior officer as evidenced by the couch in the corner and large wooden desk. “help me with this,” he says, gesturing to a large metal shelf. you rush over to him, leaning against the wall as you shove it against the door. the zombies pounding against it from the outside only spur you to move faster. 

leon coaxes you to stand behind him and back away from the door. it’s only after a few seconds of the door holding steady that you finally let out a small breath of relief. he reaches over, taking your hand into his and gently squeezing it. a reminder - i’ve got you. you’re safe now.

“we can’t kill them all,” he sighs, leaning to look out of the windowed door further into the zombie-infested hallway. “let’s try to find somewhere safe. get some rest for the night.” 

“okay,” you nod. leon shines his flashlight through the window again before turning back to you with a small nod. slowly, you push the door open before slipping out of the room and back into the precinct’s winding basement hallways. 

finding a secluded area is easy enough. you lock yourselves in a small room that was formerly used to monitor prisoners in the jail cells. leon pushes another shelf to barricade the doors while you search through the various cabinets. thankfully, there’s a small stash of handgun ammunition and another small combat knife that you pocket. 

finally in silence, the adrenaline coursing through your veins begins to slow. the anxiety and fear you had been repressing suddenly comes at you full force. your hands tremble and your heart rate speeds up - the beginning signs of a panic attack. desperate for some sort of relief, you sit down and attempt to take a few breaths to calm yourself.

“y/n?” leon is quick to notice your change in emotion, setting his gun aside and kneeling down beside you. “hey, y/n,” he whispers, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. his touch is gentle - careful - as if you’re a feral animal about to flee. he wipes a stray tear away from your eyes. 

“leon,” you choke out, throwing your arms around his shoulders. your tears stain against the thick kevlar of his body armor. the material feels rough against your skin, though at the moment neither of you care. he wraps his arms around your waist a little tighter as you bury your face into his neck. 

“breathe, honey,” he coaxes your head away from his shoulder and brings his hands up to gently hold your face. “just breathe.” 

you take a few shaky breaths, forcing the air into your lungs. leon demonstrates a few deep breaths that you do your best to follow until your head isn’t dizzy anymore and your body doesn’t feel like it’s constricting into itself. once you’ve relaxed a little you pull him back into a hug, desperate for the feeling of safety that comes with leon’s arms around you. 

“it’s okay. i’ve got you,” he brings a hand up to rub against your back. it’s become a habit since you first became friends and later started dating. “you’re gonna be okay.” 

the words repeat in your head like a mantra. you cling onto leon a little tighter as he leans down and presses a kiss against your forehead. you sniffle, pulling away just enough to frantically wipe the tears from your cheeks. “i’m sorry,” you whisper. it’s feels pathetic - crying against your boyfriend - but it feels impossible to stop. 

“don’t apologize,” leon gently coaxes you back into his hold. “it’s okay. we’re safe now. they can’t hurt us in here.” 

you sniffle as you nod. “i love you.” 

leon shifts so his back is against the wall instead of yours. you lean your head against his chest as he wraps his arms around you to keep your body close to him. “i love you too,” he whispers. he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i’ll get us out of here. i promise.”

[castielli]

could you do bts (jungkook or taehyung), stray kids (hyunjin, bang chan, felix) (they're not on your list tho), or enhypen (jungwon) dating the most important western pop star in the world and how their whole relationship would play out? just any idea lol

Bang Chan x Male Singer Reader

Copy-pasted this from my literal photo gallery (I took screenshots cause I wrote it in another tumblr thing??? Idk how to explain) so some parts might be wrong and some words might be missing. I will control it another day, now I need to finish posting all the requests I have done🫡

Bang Chan, leader of the K-pop group Stray Kids, never thought he would fall for someone like Y/N, the most important western pop star in the world. But from the moment they met at an award show, there was an undeniable spark between them.

"Hey, I'm Y/N" the singer had said, extending his hand with a smile.

"Bang Chan" he had replied, taking Y/N's hand in his

own.

They had chatted for a few minutes before Bang Chan was called away for his performance. But he couldn't get Y/N out of his head. Thankfully they exchanged numbers before Y/N's performance.

The day after, Chan found himself scrolling through the singer's Instagram feed with his secret account, sometimes accidentally liking posts from months before. He didn't have the courage to text the other first.

Luckily Y/N was brave enough to start a conversation. They texted and called each other every night, spending countless hours talking to each other on the phone.

And then it happened, they started dating.

Bang Chan couldn't believe it. He was dating Y/N, the most important western pop star. They decided to keep it a secret tho, knowing well how the media would react knowing that a big western singer is dating an important kpop idol. Not only the media, but some toxic fans too.

But as their love grew stronger, they found it harder and harder to hide. They started sneaking around to see each other in secret, always checking to make sure no one was watching.

" hate this" Y/N said one day, as they cuddled on Bang Chan's couch. "I hate having to hide like this. I just want to be able to show the world how much I love you."

"I know" Chan replied, stroking Y/N's hair. "But we have to be careful. We can't risk getting caught and ruin everything."

Despite that conversation, some days later, Y/N posted a photo of himself and Bang Chan on Instagram, with the caption "🏳️‍🌈💕" The post went viral within minutes, and the news of their relationship spread like wildfire.

At first, the response was overwhelmingly positive. Fans from both sides were thrilled for them, and their social media accounts were flooded with messages of love and support. But as the news spread further, the backlash started to pour in. Homophobes targeted them with hateful comments, accusing them of promoting a "sinful" lifestyle. Some fans felt betrayed and turned against them, calling them attention-seekers and accusing them of using their relationship for publicity.

Both singers knew this was gonna happen, but didn't let those words get to them. Both their agencies forced them to deny the existence of their relationship, but they didn't. They knew they were risking their careers, but they didn't care.

Slowly but surely, the storm of controversy died down. Some fans returned, some didn't. And Bang Chan and Y/N continued to be each other's biggest supporters, cheering each other on through every performance and achievement.

[lambertdiary]

After All These Years - Chapter Four

Chapter One ✩ ‎‎‎‎‎Chapter Two ✩ Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Chris help Dalton while he's lost in The Further and they're left to deal with something else taking him over. Y/N finally shows Dalton the blue box.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: possessed!Dalton, language

A/N: I’m not gonna lie, as I was finishing this chapter I realised how much I strayed away from the original request so I apologise if this is absolutely nothing like that 😭 at the same time I wanna apoligise for taking so long to update this mini-series but it was tumblr's fault, I wrote like an entire chapter but then it disappeared somehow? Like I guess it didn't save properly so I had to rewrite it but it wasn't the same as the first time and I couldn't remember how it went and I hated it every time I tried to replicate the original so I stopped trying for a bit. But I hope you still like it! As always please let me know what you think 🫶🏻

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Y/N froze for a moment. When she got Chris’ texts a million things went through her mind, but whatever she thought was the worst she was wrong, cause this definitely was. 

Snapping back to reality, she ran inside and tried to turn on the light, but she failed. Dalton (who she was sure was not Dalton) got dangerously close to her and closed the door with a simple hand motion. Y/N didn’t know what to do, she wanted to say something but she couldn’t find her voice, and Chris was looking at them in pure terror. 

“Dalton?” Y/N whispered, analysing his face trying to find him in his own body. 

He shook his head and let out a devilish laugh “You are the one he used to lead me to” He said in a scarily low tone as his hand travelled to her hair, brushing it out of the way “Where have you been?”

Y/N swallowed hard as she processed the words that came out of his mouth, what did he mean by that? She looked over his shoulder and noticed Chris carefully leaving the bed and reaching for the lights that were laying on the ground. Dalton followed her eyes and landed on Chris, his stare filled with evil intentions.

He returned to look at Y/N, slowly adjusting his other hand in her neck. He grabbed her by the throat and she could feel her feet leaving the ground. 

“Y/N!” Chris exclaimed and Dalton tightened his grip. Chris ran up to them, but just as she was gonna do something, Dalton collapsed to the ground, making Y/N fall on top of him. 

She breathed deeply and they both went to check on him, noticing his appearance slowly going back to normal. The room was dark and eerie sounds were coming from everywhere, but after a moment of shakingly looking around, terrifying beings started to crawl from under the beds.

“Get the lights!” Y/N exclaimed, bringing Dalton closer to her to protect him. The things were fast to approach them, and Y/N was doing her best to kick them away when they got too close. Chris was on the other side of the room, connecting the lights together and illuminating the pitch black space.

It was an intense few minutes of them trying to protect Dalton and themselves from whatever was surrounding them, too immersed in their fear to utter a sound, but suddenly the things around them disappeared and Dalton opened his eyes, quickly getting on his feet and stumbling a bit as he made his way to his desk “Dalton?” Y/N whispered, scared another entity took him over, but he didn’t respond. 

Dalton went straight to his canvas, and rushed to cover it with black paint. Y/N and Chris looked at him unsure, repeatedly scanning the room to check for other things.

“I have to save my dad” He finally said. It took him another minute to completely cover the canvas with the dark paint, leaving the red door behind it, but once he was done the light blinked a few times before completely going back to normal, the room being entirely illuminated once again.

He looked for his phone and swiftly dialled his mom, getting desperate when she didn’t pick up right away “Is dad back?” He asked immediately.

Y/N and Chris stayed with him while he talked to his parents, vaguely catching up on what actually happened to him when he was 10. He seemed troubled to learn the real reason he was in a coma and why he was so scared of the dark since then, but somewhat relieved to finally know what it all meant and that it wasn’t in his head. Once he finally hung up he proceeded to thank his friends for staying there with him even when he wasn’t himself, followed by a million apologies and trying his best to promise something like that will never happen again.

“Did I hit my head or something?” Dalton asked, running his hand on the back of his head.

“You did. You fell pretty hard on the floor” Y/N explained. Dalton nodded and looked around him, noticing the mess of lights still laying across the floor.

“I’ll go get some ice for you” Chris said leaving the room.

 “Dalton, what did you do?” Y/N looked at him knowing he went too far.

He sighed and explained how he went back to the frat house to try to speak with the kid in Nick’s bathroom and ask him about the door, talking to her unsure the whole time as she was giving him a worried look.

“You went back to talk to the dead kid?”

“I didn’t have many options”

Y/N felt for him, he looked tired and she wished she could have been there for him “I’m sorry you had to go through that alone”

“I couldn’t risk putting you in danger” He smiled softly, but it faded when he noticed slight marks on her arms and neck “But I guess I did anyway” 

Y/N shook her head quickly “It’s not your fault”

“I’m sorry” He said for the millionth time “I didn’t know that something like this could happen and I spent so many years resenting my dad for things he didn’t even do, and I would hate for you to hate me for-”

“Dalton, I don't hate you” Y/N reached for his hand and caressed it softly “You said it yourself, you didn’t know and I’m never gonna blame you for any of this, specially not after hearing how difficult it was for your family”

But before he could say something the door opened and both of them turned to look at Chris “The ice machine was broken but this should do” She said handing him a small ice package “Anyway, I should probably leave, I still have schoolwork I need to finish” 

“Me too��� Y/N stood up and followed Chris to the door “We’ll talk tomorrow and call me if you need anything. Are you gonna be okay” Y/N asked looking at him again, and he just nodded. They said goodbye to Dalton and left his dorm, but not before telling him he can stop apologising. 

The next day Y/N and Dalton agreed to see each other after class, and since he didn’t have plans to chase after another ghost this time he didn’t cancel on her. 

She went to her dorm first to drop off her school bag and the blue box caught her attention again. She opened it quickly to make sure everything was still there, smiling when the memories flooded her mind as she made her way to Dalton’s dorm, who gave her a hug as soon as he opened the door for her.

“Did you sleep better last night?” Y/N asked immediately after pulling away and closing the door behind her. 

“I’m not sure but I think I’ll get there” They sat across from each other on Dalton’s bed “What’s that?” He asked when he noticed what Y/N was holding.

“Oh… uh- I found this before I came here. It’s a bunch of pictures of us, from before you moved and… I guess I wanted to show you”

Dalton’s eyes lit up and he rushed to sit next to her “Can I see?”

Y/N nodded as she opened the box slowly, feeling a little nervous for some reason but she handed it to him anyway. He was smiling the whole time, his eyes slightly filling with tears as he went through the old photos. Dalton remembered most of his friendship with Y/N, but seeing their younger selves show so much love for each other almost brought him back to those summer days where his only worry was selling enough lemonade and playing with her.

“I wonder why I didn’t have any pictures of you-  of us” He corrected himself.

“I think I kept all of them” Y/N said, letting out a little giggle.

“Can I please keep this one?” Dalton held up a photo of them showing off a new sign for his lemonade stand, a little ‘Y/N + Dalton’ decorating the bottom of it.

Y/N smiled and rolled his eyes at him playfully “Okay fine, I’ll let you keep it”

“Thanks” He replied, admiring it for another moment before placing it on his desk. He put the rest of the pictures next to him on the bed and returned his attention to the contents of the box, finding more but just of Y/N, he could tell they were from after he moved. He took all of them and turned to face her “May I?”

“Sure, go ahead” Y/N moved to sit closer to him, her head faintly resting on his shoulder as he went through her pictures.

“You did theatre?” He asked, contemplating her in one of the many school plays.

“I was forced to!” She exclaimed “I wasn’t willingly dressing up in hot costumes”

He giggled before moving on to the next picture, coming across a few more of her school plays and then a couple of yearbook portraits. His smile grew even bigger at this “What happened to your hair here?”

“And now you just lost the right to look at these, so good job” Y/N said, taking the pictures from his hands and Dalton let out a laugh, his eyes falling on the box again and noticing a small piece of paper still at the bottom. 

Dalton took it out and carefully unfolded it, a heavy nostalgic feeling invading him again “I made this for you” He said.

“Yeah, you gave it to me the day you left”

“And you kept it… after all these years”

“I promised you I would”

They locked eyes for a moment, but Dalton’s face started to get warm so he looked away and down at the drawing again “Leaving was really hard, but I always thought I would see you again, until you know…” He said, alluding to his coma “If 10 year old me could see us now”

“Yeah, it took too long but at least we’re together now, right?”

Dalton nodded and met her eyes again “If we hadn’t ended up in the same uni, and in the same building, who knows if we would have ever found each other”

“And if Chris wasn’t so nosy” Y/N joked, making both of them laugh.

“Exactly! How crazy is it that my old roommate got assigned with you”

“I know. I bet someone really wanted us to cross paths again”

Dalton smiled shyly and stood up, scanning his wall for a moment and then approaching it to hang up the drawing he made years ago.

“Sure, you can keep it” Y/N said sarcastically.

Dalton let out a laugh “Sorry, I just wanted to see how it’d look there”

Y/N stood up next to him and appreciated the drawing one more time, a warm feeling covering her heart as she compared it to the newest paintings of Dalton. His arm went around her waist and he pulled her closer to hug her tightly, kissing the top of her head before whispering “I’ve missed you”

She smiled at his words, the same happy sentiment she used to feel every summer coming back to her.

[clarkiewrites]

Hello! Could I make a request for Lady Lesso! I really love sub Lesso so would you mind writing like sub Lesso and dom reader but loads of power play where Lesso refuses to submit. Thankss

Of course you can! Hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy it

Happy reading - Clarkie

Let Go

Warnings: bondage, fingering (lesso receiving), oral sex (lesso receiving), bratty!lesso, sub!lesso, dom!reader

You slowly enter the Doom Room, the echoes of whimpers and muffled pleas bouncing off the stone walls. All of today, Lesso had been ignoring you and being extra bratty for no reason. From dodging your morning kiss with a child-like giggle to simply tracing her hands along her thighs in the staff meeting. No matter how many warnings you gave her, she still didn’t listen, This then led you to now, your girlfriend tied to the chair in the middle of the room in only her bra and trousers.

“You know, Darling, if you had just listened to me in the first place then you wouldn’t be here.” Your voices breaks her whimpers as she lifts her head, stray hairs clinging to her face with a mixture of sweat and tears. Her eyes wide open, begging for something. She shifts in her seat, trying to release herself of the bonds that hold her to the chair.

“Maybe if you had been a good girl, then you would have what you want. Instead, you have to live with your consequences. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Lesso tries to speak but no clear words leave her mouth. You laugh to yourself as you walk over to her, slowly removing your blazer. Leaning down over her, you remove her tie from her mouth, smiling as you know your plan is working.

“You release me right now and I swear you’re going to wish you could never walk in the first place.”, she says in her dark tone.

“Aww, is my little girl not happy that she isn’t getting what she wanted? Give me a kiss and I will make you see stars.”

As you near her to kiss her, she moves her head away, avoiding your lips.

“I refuse to submit you to. I am in control.”, Lesso stares at you, trying to claim dominance.

Without responding to her, you open the buttons to her trousers and shove your hand down into her underwear. She gasps in response but refuses to give you a reaction. Your fingers immediately find her clit and start to rub small circles as you come to sit on her thigh. Lesso throws her head back but refuses to release her moans.

“Just submit to me and I can give you the pleasure you want”

You move your hand further into her underwear and slowly slip two fingers into her. She then lets out a sinful moan but refuses to look you in the eye. Moving your fingers in and out of her shows you how much she wants to succumb to your touch but she will never tell you that. Your lips find her neck as you suck at her skin and leave a trail of hickeys down her neck, making everyone know she is taken, and even more known that she is yours.

“Fuck please don’t stop darling, you feel so good!”

You stop your ministrations to look at her and you can tell she is on the edge of climax, but you remove your hand before she can finish. Licking your hand, you see the fire light up in her eyes and you can tell she is mad. You giggle as you lower yourself to the floor, pulling at her trousers until they are removed off her legs.

“You aren’t in control, and you won’t finish until you have given up all power. You may be the great all mighty Dean of Evil but with me you are just my good girl. Isn’t that right?” You tell her this as your hand traces the inside of her thigh, spelling out Leonora with the tip of your finger.

“Please”, she begs, bucking her hips towards you, “Please touch me. I am yours but please just fuck me!”

You don’t need more than that as you attach your mouth to her, circling your tongue around her clit and causing her to cry out in relief. Continuing your on slaughter, you once again slip two fingers into her, moving them at a quick pace. Her moans echo around the room and the erotic sound of your palm hitting her skin makes you wet. She clamps around your fingers but you don’t slow down but instead lean up to kiss her and swallow her moans.

“Are you close baby? Do you want to cum for me? Let go Leonora.” You lean back and watch her fall apart in front of you. She arches her back as she screams out in pleasure, her hands gripping onto the chair she is sat on. You slow your pace before slowly removing them

“Fuck- you’re too good my dear”, she mutters out, opening her eyes as she watches you take your fingers into your mouth and clean them. You moan as you taste her and use your magic to release her from the bindings.

“Maybe you will listen to me next time when I tell you to stop being a brat” you say, standing up and walking towards the table where the rest of Lesso’s clothes were folded neatly.

"Maybe I won't, you seem to enjoy this?", she asks stretching out her arms and wriggling her fingers. You hand over her shirt and blazer so that she can redress herself.

"I enjoy watching you scream in pleasure and letting go".

She smirks at you as you check the time and realise you both have classes soon and that this moment will have to end but that doesn't stop you from living in the moment now

[dubiousduskwight]

Day 7: Morsel

Watching well water cool on ice shards wasn’t Rin’s idea of a productive day, but doing it for the past week had at least let him finish his piece work at the same time. Weaving baskets together out of well-prepared reed felt good for him, even before he received his payment upon delivery at Namai. Letting water cool was just...observing. It didn’t take anything but time. And when it was all ready and put to use – that was just stupid, no matter how much coin he was getting.

“It’s taking longer,” grumbled Isao, who had no other use of his time. That was fine in most cases – even the tiniest of hamlets like theirs needed a layabout to make everyone else feel better about not being that person – but he’d taken to the request too eagerly, and all week he’d been troubling others with his enthusiasm. “I think the shards are running out of charge."

“It’s crystal, it doesn’t work like that,” said Rin, who didn’t know any better himself. “Get more from Kimora when she stops by today if you’re so concerned.”

“What, and lose some of the coin? No, thank you.” Scowling, Isao dipped his finger into the bucket to check, and brought it away quickly. “Seems good. Let’s haul it.”

“Come on, this basket’s almost done.” “He’s already waiting. We don’t want him to fall asleep out there. You remember the last time.” Isao was already hooking one of the buckets to his carrying pole, ending the argument by action. Rin couldn’t recall another time when Isao had done this of his own free will without at least some scolding by his mother.

“I remember,” he said, and with an exasperated and silent plea to the kami, put down his half-finished basket and reached for his carrying pole.

Their hamlet was in one of the taller mountains of Yanxia, where the earth had seen fit to lay enough flat ground and decent soil for a couple dozen people to make their living farming roots and hunting the local game further down in the hills. Apart from getting what they needed from Namai on infrequent downward trips or peddlers willing to make the climb, the concerns of Doma and the Empire hadn’t mattered much to them. They knew a rebellion had failed because of a hungry year and little to buy or sell at Namai, and had preferred to stay up in the mountains where airships and soldiers wouldn’t bother them. It had mostly worked, and once the king was back in place they had gotten on with things as they always did.

The climb up the hamlet, further along the mountain’s side, wasn’t an easy one, but the pair were used to steep terrain and careful movements. There was a path, of course, but a stray root might cause the unprepared to lose their footing. Rin and Isao took their movements slowly, each carrying two buckets of water hooked to the poles on their shoulders. In these circumstances, even Isao wasn’t concerned with making haste.

“Oiiii! Wait up a moment!” Rin stopped in his tracks and chanced a glance over his shoulder to see a rattling backpack filled with necessities and so large that he never failed to marvel that its owner could carry it. Then again, she too had wondered how they managed to live so high.

“Good to see you!” Isao waved back cheerfully. He stopped in his tracks, stopping Rin as well since he’d taken the front, and let her catch up. “What’s up? The old man’s back in the square if that’s who you’re seeking.” “No,” said Komori, bending forward to catch her breath. “No, it’s your guest. Asked me to come up to the top and help.”

“What, you too?” Isao drew up his shoulders, trying to raise his chin. “I can’t allow it,” he said. “It’s a ritual. Locals only. You’d anger the kami.”

“He paid me separately to help.”

“Oh, well, come on then, the other buckets are already in place. Do you have any spare ice shards, by the way? I think ours aren’t cooling anymore.”

He certainly had money to throw around, thought Rin to himself as the trio resumed their climb, haggling their way up the mountaintop. In the last week a traveler, some ijin from abroad, had climbed the mountain with Komori’s aid inquiring about their waterfall. The villagers had been very confused, of course, because they hadn’t had a waterfall in generations, only a ritual. Many years back, perhaps before there was a Doma, a great conflict between kami of earth and water had led to the mountain’s rise, with a great pool of water that slowly drained away like a kappa losing its skullcap over the years. But it had been water enough to grow the land and make it fertile enough to keep the people alive, they said, so when it had all drained away the rain was enough to help them. Every year, they thanked the kami for this battle with a small sacrifice.

It was nothing, they had told the ijin, who had said he was looking for unbelievable things. Barely a ritual. But he had been quite excited, and asked if he could make use of it.

“As a participant?” the village elder had asked. But that hadn’t been what the ijin had in mind. Instead, he’d wanted to know if it had to happen only once a year.

The villagers had all agreed that they did it as tradition, to be sure, but it wasn’t as if the kami would be upset for getting even more thanks. And so the traveler had paid them all well, and explained what he wanted them to do. Isao was the only one willing to do it. Everyone agreed this was fine – the plan was ridiculous, but it was the kind of job a layabout wanted – and Rin, to his displeasure, was set to mind him to make sure he did it right.

Now, at the mouth of the dead waterfall, where the grooves where water had once flowed had softened over centuries, a dozen other buckets were already in place, still cold from a shard-based cooling in the higher elevation. Setting down their carrying poles and unhooking their buckets, Rin and Isao put them in place with the rest while Komori peered over the edge. “She really must be one of us,” muttered Rin. “Where’s the fear of heights?”

“That’s peddlers for you,” said Isao. “Anywhere for a sale. Is he looking all right down there?” Komori gave a thumbs-up without looking away from the edge.

“Just sitting there. Does he even know the right pose for that? It looks like he doesn’t.” “He doesn’t, just humor him.” Rin had already seen the ijin pose this way, as if he had heard of the meditative positions of shugenja but had never actually seen them. “At least it’s not the other one. He’ll fall to his death looking like a teakettle like that.”

Isao signaled to the other two. “Okay, I’ll take the front.” They quickly arranged themselves with Isao holding a bucket near the mouth of the dead waterfall, Rin in the back to grab new ones, and Komori in the middle to pass them forward to Isao. “We don’t need to give him a signal, just start shouting once we do this. All right?” Komori nodded.

“All right.” He held up his first bucket. “Kami thank you for your service!” he shouted, before dumping its contents off the mouth of the old waterfall and onto the ijin. He threw the bucket away and waited for Komori to pass him another. “Kami thank you for your service!” he repeated.

This was in no way the ritual they usually performed to thank the kami. The hamlet wasn’t willing to profane the spirits that led to their founding that way. But it was an appropriate substitute for a traveler who didn’t know any better and was willing to pay. Rin had suspected, in checking on him after the second day of this, that the traveler did in fact know this, and was actually happy that was the case. Either way, Rin expected he was doing exactly what he’d done the last few times: staying in his awkward pose, and making furious gestures with his hands as if they had some hidden meaning until the water ran out. Then they’d go down the path to collect him and dry him out, and do it again the next day.

As the contents of the last bucket were flung over the side, Isao paused, and looked down at the traveler, saying nothing. “Everything all right?” asked Komori. “Yes, yes, I just thought I saw a spark - “ From nowhere, a bolt of lightning nearly shattered the ears of all three as it arced down from a clear sky to strike the foot of the dead waterfall, exactly where the traveler sat. All three looked at each other in mutual and immediate horror. Even if the bolt had missed him somehow, they’d just spent an unreasonable amount of time dousing him in water.

Their flight down the path to the foot of the old fall was frantic and done without caution. Komori stumbled, and Isao had to catch her and apologize for all the goods that would surely spill out of her pack in order to keep moving. They veered to the right, where the path diverged, and a shallower slope led to the foot of the fall.

Stumbling over small, loose trees and pebbles, the three stopped and picked their way across the now damp, slippery rocks leading to the traveler Rin cursed aloud at the sight: somehow, he was alive, though rolling around on the ground in obvious pain. His clothes were scorched, and perhaps the man himself was as well. It was hard to tell given the blue-grey of his skin.

Isao took point and rushed to the man’s side, grabbing him by the shoulders. “Sir, sir!” He tried to shake some sense into the man. “What the hells was that? Are you well? Do you need medicine?” The traveler grinned. Rin had seen that expression on him quite a bit. It had a suspicious quality he couldn’t quite define.

“Oh, just wonderful,” said the traveler. “That worked just as well as it could have.” “Nobody is going to believe me if I tell them about this,” said Komori. The traveler pointed a finger at her.

“Exactly!”

[multifandomsimagine]

Being a mortal and dating both Annabeth and Percy would include…

Author’s Note: No one requested it but for some reason, I got hit with some inspiration for Percy Jackson so here this is. I haven't read the series in a long time so forgive me for some OOCness. I just wanted to get this out before the inspiration went away lol

It’s because you can see through the mist that allowed you to meet the two of them

The two had been on a quest and as they were fighting the monster, you were able to see the whole scene in all its glory

But it also gave you a front-row seat to the action - the battle had strayed close to where you were hiding and one sword swing from Percy led the monster to get near you and take you as a hostage

The monster gave you a nice big but shallow cut as it taunted Percy but that was the distraction Annabeth needed to come from behind and finish it off with her Celestial bronze knife

After it was defeated, they came over to you to help you. Annabeth helped wrap up your injury - she had to learn some first aid with how much trouble Percy gets himself into - while Percy profusely apologized to you

The two offered to take you to a child of Apollo to heal you cause what if the wound has some mythical side effect. There was no way any ordinary doctor would be able to heal that plus it was the least they could do as they accidentally dragged you into this mess

And it was through that you began talking as you asked them questions about this other world you had no idea existed while the two tried to get your mind off of any pain you felt

This led to you all exchanging contact information where you three continued talking to each other until your relationship blossomed

I didn’t want just to focus on the meeting so I’m ending this here. Sorry you guys

Because demigods attract monsters, the two of them would teach you self-defense so that you know how to protect yourself

Percy would teach you how to use weapons though it is primarily the sword and even gift you a celestial bronze made by his brother Tyson

Annabeth helps you build up your agility and with hand-to-hand combat

Percy is there to offer advice though he can't help but tease you two when Annabeth pins you down and makes suggestive commentary which makes the blonde shake her head and try to hide a grin while you grow flustered

"Seaweed Brain, get your head out of the gutter!"

One of the first things Percy wants to do after he and Annabeth introduce you to their world is take you on a pegasus ride

"I don't know, Percy."

"Blackjack would never let you fall off, [Name]. You'll be flying with an expert here."

"It's safe, [Name]. If I thought this knucklehead was putting you in any danger, I would have been the first to stop him."

"Ouch Annabeth. Nice to see you trust my judgment."

"Well, your track record isn't the best."

"[Name], Don't agree with her! That was one time!"

Dating these two means you're going to learn first aid. Though they can eat ambrosia and nectar to heal themselves, it feels nice to be doted and fretted on by you so they come to you for small and non-serious injuries. Though they do get scolded a bit for being reckless - Percy more than Annabeth - they'll take it cause it means you care and worry for them.

You kissing their injuries better is a plus too

If you're not afraid of bugs, then Annabeth has gained another person to kill spiders for her which gains you a kiss of gratitude each time she calls out for you or Percy to kill one.

"Thank you, [Name]!" She tells you as you wrap the dead spider in a napkin and throw it away. Pressing a kiss to your cheek when you walk back to her side, she explains: "Spiders and children of Athena don't have the best history."

But if you are, then you and Annabeth hug each other for support in the farthest corner of the room as you both yell for Percy to come to save you two.

"Percy!" You both yell, standing on the couch and holding each other's hand as you keep a trained eye on the spider. You two slowly move further away but you and Annabeth let out a shriek of terror when it began walking toward you. "Percy, it's moving!"

The son of Poseidon hurries into the room with his shoe in hand as his eyes jump around the room trying to locate it. "Your hero is here!"

Annabeth would love to talk to you about history and tell you all about the Greek myths she knows. The two of you would bond about books and share your knowledge with each other. You listen with fascination as she shows you the latest plans of a building she's designed, nodding while she explains the decision behind each choice and in turn, she listed with great interest as you tell her all about your passion

"[Name], I saw this book and I thought it would be perfect for you. You mentioned wanting to learn more about this so I got it for you."

Percy would definitely like to brag about having two beautiful and smart girlfriends

"Did I ever tell you guys how we met [Name]? It's a story for the ages."

"Percy, you tell this story like every other day."

"....okay so there Annabeth and I were..."

[illuminationofstars]

remus lupin x female reader

summary: you and remus spend some quality time together by the gryffindor fireplace.

a/n: I’m currently working on a loki x reader request so hopefully that will be finished soon. 🤍

Your feet were crossed at the ankles, huge blue slipper socks dangling off the sofa you were sat on, body sprawled across the soft material. Your hair was pulled into a loose bun, stray strands of your hair framing your peaceful face, and your oversized hoodie (that belonged to your boyfriend) was bunched up around your waist.

The painting to the common room banged open with a loud thud and a dishevelled looking Remus Lupin waltzed in, a soft smile crinkling his eyes as he saw his girlfriend lazily lying on the couch. You looked up at his entrance and smiled warmly as he walked over to you, placing his head in your lap as you placed the book down, gently running your fingers through his sandy hair.

"Hi," he mumbled, turning his head so he could look into your eyes, forcing you to change your position on the sofa, "What book are you reading?"

You lifted the book from your lap, showing the front cover which read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland before resuming your job of playing with Remus's hair.

"A classic," he hummed, relaxing further into his girlfriends hold.

"Where are the others?" You asked, watching the flames in the fireplace dance a repetitive melody, their flames moulding together in sync.

Remus nuzzled his head further into your chest, a low groan of appreciation rumbling through his chest. His hands played with the drawstrings of your hoodie, Remus's hair casting a shadow upon his face as a halo of golden light illuminated him.

You studied the planes of his jaw, peppering small kisses along his cheek and up onto his closed eyelids. Your hands cupped his face between your palms as you gazed, love and adoration evident in your eyes, at your boyfriend.

"Pranking Slytherins," he murmured.

"Oh, and why aren't you with them?" you asked, lacing your fingers with Remus's.

The young Lupin let out a content sigh, opening his eyes and peering up at you, a teasing grin gracing his features. "Can I please just spend time with my beautiful girlfriend, and not be questioned about the others?"

You opened her mouth to reply, but was cut short as Remus tilted his head upwards, catching your lips in a featherlight kiss. You broke into a grin, hands threading themselves into Remus's hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling gently on your bottom lip.

His hand cupped your face as Remus repositioned himself on the sofa so his body towered over yours, allowing him to have fuller access to your mouth.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you slowly pulled away, your eyes travelling across Remus's face. His sandy hair fell across his forehead, and you pushed it back unsuccessfully, eliciting a soft smile from Remus.

The copy of Alice in Wonderland fell to the floor with a soft bang, drawing the couples attention back to the common room. Remus sighed and flipped the pair over, his back against the cushions and you resting against his chest a hand planted firmly on your hip. A surprised laugh escaped your lips, as your hands landed on his chest, being careful to not press down on any of his wounds that he inflicted on himself during the full moon last week.

"How's the pain?" You whispered, voice soft and calming.

Remus dipped his head back against the armchair, eyes staring at the ceiling in slight annoyance. "You shouldn't worry about me."

His eyes followed your movements as you slid off of Remus, grabbing the book with a heartfelt sigh. "I can't help it Rem," you said, eyes waiting for his reaction, "I just.. don't like to see you suffer something that I could potentially fix."

Remus sat up from the sofa, a grimace hidden from you as you busied yourself plumping the cushions around the common room. For months, you had been working on brewing a potion which you claimed would help Remus with his transformations every month, but you didn't get very far, leaving you distressed and feeling slightly responsible for your boyfriends injuries.

Hands encircled your waist as Remus breathed on your neck, his presence comforting against the warmth of the fire opposite them.

"You can't blame yourself love. I've survived this long without a potion... a few more months won't hurt." He inhaled your hair, the familiar scent of vanilla easing the ache in the lower part of his rib cage.

"That's not the point Rem," you said, turning around to face him, a fire of determination in your eyes. "I can't even transform into a bloody animal for you, and I hate seeing you in the hospital wing every month. I feel like i'm not doing enough"

Remus bristled at the mention of the hospital wing. He didn't like you seeing him wounded after his transformations, with bruises scattering his body, dried blood coating his wounds like stars across the nights sky.

His hands covered his face as he groaned in exasperation, "I told you not to come see me in there."

"Since when do I listen to what you say?" you asked, a single eyebrow raiser in false teasing.

A small squeal left your lips as you were pulled into the air and spun around the room, laughing as Remus gently lowered you back onto the ground. His hands cupped your face once more as he stared intently into your eyes.

"You, Y/N Potter, have never failed me and you never will. I worship your being like Romeo adores Juliet, obsess over you like James pines after Lily and love you like how you love me. You can out me and my furry little problem to the whole school,  but I wouldn't care, unless you weren't by my side."

A grin blessed your features as you met Remus halfway for a kiss, feet lifting off the carpeted ground. Remus's eyes flashed gold when you reluctantly pulled away, your fingers delicately brushing the freckles that coated his nose.

"I love you," you said, hand clasping his, fingers intertwining once more.

"I love you," Remus replies, voice smooth like honey.

You rested her head in the crook of his shoulder and sighed in content. They would have this conversation later, away from the prying eyes of the students and the loud paintings listening and discussing politics, to one another. And right now it was just the two of them. Remus and Y/N. And they would move together, one step at a time.

[360iris]

Wanna Be Down (George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley)

Warnings: Pure smut! She/her pronouns for the reader! No funny business between the boys I promise! There’s bound to be some typo that I missed, sorry ‘bout that!

Word count: 1,628

Summary: There’s a birthday, a bunny costume and The Twins... What could go wrong?

A/N: This was originally meant to drop on their birthday, April 1st... I’m 28 days late for that but hey, better late than never! It’s been collecting dust for the entire time and I wanted to set it free. I hope someone enjoys it!

“You want me to- to wear a bunny outfit and have the two of you…” You faltered nervously, the words seemed foreign on your tongue.

“-fuck you in it.” Fred finished for you with a wide grin, as if this was the most in the ordinary activity to plan.

The twins wanted to sleep with you? This was the first you’d heard of it, that’s for sure. And though the thought sent waves of excitement through your body, the prospect was daunting.

You’d been friends since diapers, a meager six hours separating your births. And whether the bond that formed later was predetermined by fate, or by pure chance, it was wholly indestructible.

Through the years, the three of you operated perfectly insync. Remaining quite persistently glued at the hip; completing every task deemed worthy enough as an odd unit.

There was an unspoken rule that each of you would make sure that the others felt equally included in activities.

So why should taking your virginity be any different?

“We’ll be twenty in a few hours, Y/N. Don’t you want to kick off the new decade with a bang?” George asked, his face genuine and voice laced with just the right amount of sweetness. He always did know how to persuade you into going along with Fred’s crazy schemes.

“Quite literally in this instance.” Fred added cheekily and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Both of you have had sex before though. Plenty of times in fact! You told me about it afterwards! In vivid detail at that! Why are you so worried about me now?” Your brows were furrowed, lips turned downwards in a pout.

Sitting criss-cross on your bed, you tugged one of the many pillows on your bed into your lap. Squeezing it tighter when you met their gazes again.

Fred had his hands tucked into his jean pockets, happy as ever. He acted as if it was only a matter of time before he’d get the answer he wanted.

George on the other hand, at least looked like he was having a conversation with you; and not like he was just waiting for you to realize you’d never actually said no to them before. His eyes were soft, assessing your demeanor before approaching your spot at the foot of the bed.

“You know you’re our favorite girl. Don’t you, Y/N?” He questioned and you suddenly felt smaller looking directly up at him. Ginger waves caressing his cheeks and pooling at his shoulders.

“I mean- I suppose.” You replied dumbly.

“Who do we always come back home to?” He asked again, his left hand lifting up from his side to comb through your hair. The pads of his fingers brushing against your cheek as they went.

“Me.” Your answer was hushed, though it was only the three of you in the flat. They’d closed the shop downstairs hours ago.

“And who trails after me as much as she can during the day, practically jumping into my lap the first opportunity she gets?” His voice was getting lower and his gaze remained fixed to you, you tried your best not to squirm.

“M- Me.”

“Lastly, whose the babygirl that slips into my bed at three in the morning because she stays up too late and gets scared?” He was teasing you now, you knew it, but still gave him a reply.

“Me, George.” Both of his hands were cupping your face now, fingertips laced in your hair, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

“So when I ask my favorite girl to put on the outfit I picked out for her, so I can make her feel good on her birthday, what do you think I want to hear back?” A single brow arched as he waited for your answer, ignoring Fred’s quiet “I helped choose it too, y’know.”

Wrapping your fingers around his wrists, you thought about all the times he and Fred had slept with other girls. How deep down you’d wished they’d looked at you the same way.

He allowed you to remove one of his hands, a dark smirk splitting across his face when you’d slowly brought it between your legs. Only coming to a stop when he was cupping your heat.

“I think- I think I’ve been holding out for you.” It was no higher than a whisper, but it’d been the truth nonetheless. He smiled wider at this confession, leaning in and pressing a light kiss on your forehead.

“All the more reason not to disappoint.” He responded, you faintly registered rustling from behind him.

“Y/N, dear?” Fred called.

“Hm?”

“Time to put the outfit on.”

It’d been relatively easy to slip into the get-up. The bodysuit, wrist cuffs and neck piece fitting like a glove.

“When did you get my measurements?” You asked, looking down at yourself.

“Since when have we not had your measurements?” Fred laughed, pulling you onto the bed with him until your back was flush against his chest. Your head comfortably leaning back on his left shoulder.

George following after you, settled for sitting up in front of you, his knees digging into the pink duvet.

“The ears are a nice touch.” He remarked with a pleased smirk. “Don’t you agree, Fred?”

“Absolutely. All white suits her.” He replied matter-a-factly, hands already roaming your torso. Ghosting over your exposed thighs, he hooked a finger under the bikini line of the bodysuit and let it snap back into place. Your hips jutted outwards at the impact.

“Want to hear you ask for it, Y/N.” George was palming your calves, making you feel small again.

“What do you want me to say?” Your brows furrowed curiously at the request, breath hitching when he utilized his grip to pull you further down Fred’s chest. Your ankles eventually hooking against George’s shoulders.

“Want him to play with your little cunt, don’t you baby?” Fred asked from above you, heat rushing to your face at his words.

“Y- Yeah.”

“Then ask, darling.” He grinned at your eyes widening as you met his gaze upside down.

Turning your attention back to George, you absentmindedly bit at the end your thumb nervously. Sure you’d used curse words like anyone else in the world, but the thought of actually asking the twins to fuck you was on a level you’d never thought you’d reach.

“Georgie?” You tried carefully.

“What is it, baby?” He replied softly, a smile playing on his lips, patiently waiting.

“Want- Want you to make me feel good.”

“How?” He prompted, delighting in your fidgeting. Fred however wasn’t feeling as patient, sending a soft smack to your inner thigh.

“Don’t have all day, bunny.” He chided, slowly massaging the site.

“Want your cock, Georgie.” You finally relented, wanting nothing more than to hide your face in your hands, but you feared being spanked again by Fred. 

George rewarded you with a kiss, palming your clit through the material. He swallowed up every whimper that escaped your lips, only answering by expertly thumbing the area faster. 

“Let’s see how wet you are, bun.” Fred whispered, pulling the bodysuit aside to reveal your heat. Running a finger through your folds, he promptly brought it to your mouth. Smirking widely when you began meekly sucking at the digit.

“I’m gonna get you ready, okay sweetheart?” George asked, mouthing at your neck. He didn’t move until you garbled something close to “okay” through Fred’s fingers sadistically pressing down your throat.

Armed with plenty of lube, the first finger sliding into you felt like nothing. By the third, he resorted to distracting you by rubbing your bud to ease the initial stretch. Although nothing could have prepared you for how uncomfortable taking his tip was.

It was a slow process, full of the boys tenderly guiding you to breathe deeply and relax your muscles. With the abundance of their attention focused on outweighing the discomfort with pleasure, eventually the mild pain began to blur around the edges. 

The level of satisfaction that rolled over you when you’d finally reached the hilt was like no other. 

“Good girl.” Fred purred into your hair as George wiped away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “Took it like a champ, didn’t she, Georgie boy?”

“Sure did, Fred. Squeezing me so nicely too.” He replied smiling proudly.

“Full- So full.” You whimpered blearily, not sure which boy you were grasping for. Each accepted one of your wandering hands, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl. How about you let me make you feel good now, hm?” George’s voice was gruff as he patiently waited for you to nod back in response.

Soon the discomfort had melted away, leaving only the easy slide of George’s length and the gratification of being engulfed between the loves of your life. 

You promptly got lost in the jumble of mouths, hands and pleasure. 

“Gonna come for us, love?” George asked, holding your hips done to focus his thrusts. 

“Can I- Can I, please? Please let me come!” You whined desperately, unable to distinguish whose hands belonged to who.

“Go ahead, bunny.” George answered and it was all you needed to hear. Your visioned blurred as your toes curled, the only thing you could register was that he was fucking you through it. Fred’s fingers circling your clit didn’t let up until you were pathetically trying to pull at his wrist.

A weak mewl fell from your lips as George pulled out of you spent. Simpering under his praises, you closed your eyes. 

The sudden smack against your face was sobering, leaving you blurrily blinking up at Fred’s eager grin.

“I hope you didn’t think you were off the clock, bun.”

[nahoney22]

Hey honey, I have this thought in my head and I don’t know if I’m wrong or not, maybe you can clear my doubt. You know Crosshair has that toothpick on his mouth the whole time and he tends to roll it from side to side. Does he use his tongue for that? Because then he would be very good at using it for other purposes too, maybe

Tongue Tied***

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1.8k

Crosshair wants to show you what else his tongue can do.

Authors note: one of my fave requests and works I’ve done in a long time.

warning: NSFW, 18+ only. Cunnilingus, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise kink, explicit sexual content and language. Nipple play. Dom!Crosshair, Sub!Reader, non established relationship, mutual pining. Oral fixation.

Originally written August 2021. Rewritten February 2024.

You were a recent addition to Clone Force 99, and while you connected well with most of the team, there was one man who evoked both unease and warmth within you – Crosshair, a man of few words.

Initially, you dismissed him as reserved, but when he did speak, his words carried a potent mix of sharpness and calculation. While some might interpret his demeanor as harsh, you found it intriguing.

In the midst of organising your medkit, a routine task due to Wrecker's frequent injuries, you found your attention drawn to Crosshair as he strolled past. He engaged in seemingly mundane activities, like checking his rifle or casually chewing on a toothpick. Today, it was the latter. Seated across from your station, he reclined, eyes closed, a subtle frown creasing his face.

Captivated by his silence, your gaze lingered on him. Without opening his eyes, he twirled the toothpick with his tongue, eventually moving it to the other side of his mouth that seemed to have you in a trance.

Unexpectedly, he broke the silence with a sly comment, "See something you like, sweetheart?"

Your eyes widened in horror, and you fumbled, dropping gauges and bacta patches to the ship's floor.

"Sorry, Crosshair," you mumbled, feeling utterly embarrassed for being caught staring, though it wasn't the first time. He had noticed your lingering gazes before, but this was the first time he chose to address it.

Opening his eyes, he observed you with your back turned, ears tinted. A smug smirk played on his lips as he slowly approached, his steps deliberate and calculated. Kneeling down to your height, he extended his hand, offering the dropped gauge with a nonchalant grace. "Here."

You sensed his presence even before he spoke, feeling his warm breath on your face. Shaky, you accepted the gauge, managing a feeble 'thank you' as you gathered the scattered items. As you stood and turned to place the items back, he stayed crouched for a moment, his piercing gaze lingering on you, as if studying every detail.

Standing, he could practically lean against you with just one step, his proximity sending a shiver down your spine. Turning to leave and escape further embarrassment, you grunted as you collided with something lean and tall, causing you to stumble backward. Your back hit the edge of your work station, hands instinctively gripping the surface for support.

"C-Crosshair, what are you—" your words faltered as his tongue slid over the back of his toothpick, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What’s got you all tongue-tied?" he cooed mockingly, a gloved hand brushing away a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his head tilting to the side as he leaned in closer, his presence engulfing you.

"Nothing," you managed to say, though the sudden warmth hitting your core betrayed your attempt at calmness.

He arched an eyebrow, his hand now resting on the cupboard door behind your head, his presence looming over you. "Oh really? Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you eye me up at every given opportunity," he remarked, his voice laced with an undeniable appeal, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I-I don’t mean to, it’s just…"

“Just what?” he smirked, cutting you off before you could finish.

You swallowed nervously, your words stumbling out, "I find it interesting how you use toothpicks… whether it be an anxiety thing or an o-oral fixation." The last words slipped out before you could stop yourself, and Crosshair found it amusing, chuckling darkly.

“Maybe so… or maybe not,” he teased, his free hand coming up to your face, his thumb gently grazing over your lower lip. “I’m sure I can find a way to fix my oral fixation.”

You breathed shakily, your eyes glancing down at his thumb on your lip before returning to meet his gaze. His hand moved away from the cupboard, plucking the toothpick out of his mouth. "Open," he commanded, his voice sending a jolt of anticipation through you.

You stared at him in shock but still, you found yourself obeying and that’s when the toothpick that was just in his mouth is gently pushed against your lips. The end of the pick was wet from his tongue which made your cunt throb at the obscure and surprising gesture.

He hums in what seems to be amusement, gently plucking the toothpick from your lips before flicking it to the ground caressly. “Cute. But, I want to feel how your tongue works.”

You blinked at him, confused and flustered and that’s when his hand raises to your face, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. You knew what he was asking and so you parted your lips once more. “And I didn’t even need to ask you this time. You’re learning.” He purrs as his finger slips slowly into your mouth, causing you to let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.

Your tongue flicked over his digit, twirling around it. His gaze on you was strong and even though you wanted to keep watching his face for a reaction, your eyes flutter shut as you picture his finger to be… something different.

Crosshair pushes his finger in and out of your mouth, slow, collecting your spit with a satisfied glint in his eyes. “Aren’t you something special?” He ushered quietly. Eventually, he takes his hand back leaving you wanting more.

“You’ve seen what my tongue can do,” he leaned in closer to you, his forehead brushing against yours, “now feel what it can do.”

You were about to speak but his lips had attacked your neck in a matter of seconds, his tongue hit and pressed against the base of your skin before trailing it up towards the back of your ear in one slow motion.

“Umf- Cross!” You squeaked, eyes closing and your legs crossing to gain that friction.

“Say my name louder.” He grunted against your neck, followed by another antagonising lick to your earlobe. “It’s just us here. The others won’t be back for a while.”

Your hands fell to his chest, feeling his heartbeat rapidly drum against his ribcage. Jolting forward, his body presses and traps you between himself and the work station.

“You’ve been driving me crazy since you got here.” He muttered, now placing delicate and precise kisses to skin, trailing them up towards your jawline and your cheeks. “I’ve always wanted to get you alone.”

“Took you long enough.” You huffed causing Crosshair pulling away abruptly to look at you, hand coming up to clasp at your chin.

“And you have an attitude problem, clearly.” He chuckled. “I like it.”

His lips then pressed to yours in a searing kiss, mouth rough as your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, bringing him as close as humanly possible.

His tongue wasted no time in entering your mouth, the hot appendage gliding against your own and drawing pretty moans from you in the process. He completely dominates you, your back aching as he arches you back, fighting against your tongue with all his might.

“Crosshair.” You mumbled against his lips and he pulled away, reluctantly. Eyes softened as he noticed the slight discomfort on your face.

“Did I go too far?” He sighed gently, placing a tentative kiss to your cheek.

“No, just a little breathless is all.” You say softly, leaning back to him and pecking his lips. He took note of your words and picked up the rhythm again but this time, keeps it lighter.

You couldn’t comprehend what happened next and how quick it happened. It was as if the Force had pried you away from your clothes but you were soon stood naked before him in the main hull of the ship, his gaze lustful as he looked you over. “So pretty.” He utters as his lips came into contact with your left breast, tongue tracing over your stiff nipple before taking it into his mouth.

Your body jitters at the pleasure, looking down at him with blown eyes as he played with your nipple in his mouth, tongue and teeth teasing you. You knew he had a wicked tongue, you never thought it could work wonders however.

Swiftly, he drops to his knees before you, lustful eyes looking up at you as if you were a Godess, someone just for him. His hands slide down your waist, fingers biting the flesh as his breath fans over your pussy.

“You smell perfect…” he states, his warm tongue tracing along the inside of your right thigh, allowing your legs to pry open. His tongue teased at your skin, the exhaling from his nose bristled against your nub in anticipation before his tongue matched itself to your core, an explosive groan escaping you.

“Fuuuuu-“ you whimper, one hand clasping to the back of his head whilst the other grabbed the back of your own in surprise.

His mouth worked violently against your clit, flicking it, sucking it, kissing it and rubbing it. He moaned against you, eyes closed as he devoured your pussy like it was his last meal. “And you taste just as good.”

You found yourself grinding against his tongue, hand tugging into his short silver hair, his tongue now fucking you and you felt yourself become hotter and hotter by every minute. Beads of sweat trickled down your face whilst your juices mixed with his spit, slipping down his chin; not once breaking for a breath. Your legs begin to shake, more so than before.

“Mmm, p-please.” You didn’t know what you were saying, what you wanted from him other than the fact you needed more. You became numb to the sensational feeling of his tongue exploring you as you felt yourself become loose.

Crosshair licks a fat stripe up your pussy, parting your glistening folds. He trails his tongue around before dipping his tongue into your hole slightly, circling inside your cunt.

You can’t help the high pitch whine, lifting your leg and draping it over his shoulder to encourage him more. You feel him chuckle against you, vibrations panging your core.

“You’re close aren’t you? You love my tongue deep in you.” He mumbles against your aching sex and that was enough for you to cum; his voice.

You let out a wail of ecstasy, your knees crumbling so hard that Crosshair had to hold you up whilst nose deep inside you, lapping up all the juices you were spilling out to him. “Good girl.” He praises, looking up at you, your breasts moving up and down as you breathed heavily as your body glistens in sweat.

He pulled away, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and stood tall, smirking at your disheveled state.

“I’m sure you can dress yourself, sweetheart.” He claims your lips one last time, his tongue trailing against your lower lip to give you the taste of yourself - as if it was a parting gift - before he pulled away, toothpick poking into his mouth and leaving you completely tongue tied.

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[oomisluvr]

sakusa's first blowjob, part 1/3

synopsis: sakusa wants to take the next step in your relationship. who are you to deny him of such a request?

warnings: handjobs, blowjobs, cursing, minors do not interact.

sakusa likes to believe that he’s a confident person. he dominates the court, confidence oozing out of him in just about all he does, but he’s never given much thought to his physical attraction. sakusa gazes at himself in the mirror, gently batting a stray curl from his face.

suddenly, he doesn’t like his appearance so much.

what kind of guys did you like? should he cut his hair? straighten it? maybe he should dress differently than usual today? do you even like him to begin with?

six months. you've been together for six months and not once has he asked you to engage in anything remotely sexual. according to his teammates, that isn't normal. apparently, he's supposed to have fucked you a million different ways by now, ruining your ability to walk for days at a time.

what if you want that? is he failing as a partner?

his frown deepens. it's not that he does't want to have sex with you, it's just that, well,

he's kinda scared.

what if he's bad at sex? what if he isn't big enough? what if he can't make you finish?

he sighs, no longer wanting to look at his reflection or think these thoughts. shoving his phone into his pocket, grabbing this keys and wallet, he heads out of his dorm room to the other side of campus.

the walk to your campus apartment is uneventful, but he feels stressed nonetheless. stopping by the mini-mart to buy you some snacks, his mind wanders once again.

i shouldn't rush this, he thinks, we can take baby steps. start with some smaller stuff and work your way up to the big event. a plan, yes, a plan is what he needed.

thanking the cashier, he checks out and heads your way, suddenly feeling inspired. he checks his phone to see the time, changing his direction to your apartment.

upon his arrival, he raises a fist, giving three light raps to your door.

"it's open!" your voice calls, muffled through the thickness of the wood. he opens the door, stepping into the gentle air conditioning of your place.

"it's me."

"oh! kiyoomi, hi!" you walk over to him, kissing him on the cheek, "i wasn't expecting to see you today."

he frowns, "you need to lock your door, then. what if it wasn't me coming to visit you?" your eyes lock on the grocery bag he's carrying.

"yes. lock the door." you reach out to grab it.

"i'm serious, y/n. you need to be more careful," sakusa pulls it away from your reach. you groan.

"okay, okay, i'll be more careful. happy?"

"mm, give me another kiss and i'll think about it."

you make a show of rolling your eyes, leaning up to give him a quick peck to his lips. he smiles when you snatch the bag out of his hands, walking towards the kitchen to put the snacks away. he awkwardly follows you, wordlessly putting the goodies when they're supposed to go.

"so what's up with you? you're acting weird, did something happen?" your small hands dig through one of the bags, latching onto one of the candies he bought you.

"i just wanted to see you, believe it or not."

"that sounds even more suspicious," you begin, tearing apart the twisters he brought for you, "are you sure that's all?"

"yeah, i-" he eyes scan over your appearance, the old shorts you're wearing are suddenly looking very sexy. he wonders if you think the same way of him, "i just missed you, is all."

you take a bite of 3 twizlers at a time, hoisting yourself up to sit on the counter space by the stovetop, "you're lying. c'mon, be real with me, oomi."

he scowls, moving from his position in the kitchen to where you sit. sakusa stands above you, towering over you even while perched on the counter. he kisses your forehead, placing his calloused hands on the plush of your thighs. you know him so well. patiently, you wait for his response, chewing happily. sakusa fiddles with your skin, feeling very bashful in your presence. he thinks back to the thoughts he had earlier; he should communicate with you and tell you how he feels.

"i was wondering if you wanted to take our relationship to the next level."

"what do you mean?" you still nibble on the twizlers, finishing the last one in a single bite.

"like..." he wraps his finger around the stray thread on your shorts, "...if you want to have sex. and stuff." he cringes at the words coming out of his mouth.

"and stuff?" you giggle, poking his cheek.

"sorry, that sounded weird. it's just... we've been together for a while and we've never really talked about this kinda stuff. i know you're more... experienced than me and i don't want to disappoint you."

you reach out to stroke his face, palms resting just under his jawline. you smile when he leans into your touch, "no, no, never. i'm sorry if i made it seem like i didn't want to have sex with you, oomi. i thought i was respecting your boundaries, is all. losing your virginity can be a big deal, and i didn't want to pressure you into something you weren't ready for. i'll wait for you, though, for whenever you are ready," his skin feels soft under your thumb, a sad expression on your face.

"i-i think i'm ready, but..." he feels his blush deepen further, realizing how vulnerable he felt in the moment, "... but maybe not for everything, a-at least not right now. i think we should take baby steps."

"baby steps?" you softly smile.

"yeah, like the smaller stuff so we can get comfortable with each other before we do the big stuff."

"like?"

"like... we can, uhm, touch each other," god, this feels embarrassing to say out-loud, "and do things with our hands and mouths," your fingers comb through the thin hairs at the base of his neck; sakusa feels like he's floating. you feel so soft.

"touch each each other?" you lightly push him off of you, sliding down from the countertop. still maintaining eye contact, you slowly move to pull your hair into a high ponytail, "i mean... there's no time like the present, right?"

sakusa feels an inkling on where you're going with this, and plays into your advances, not wanting to come off as desperate, "i- yes, but, no. i mean, not if you don't want to. me personally, i-" his throat closes up when he feels your soft hands run over the waistband of his sweatpants.

you sink down to your knees, batting your lashes up at him, "are you sure, kiyoomi? we don't have to do anything, you know."

"please, yes," his voice squeaks when you run your palm over the print in his sweats, "this is fine. "i-it's okay. i like when you touch me."

you smile at him, your grip on him getting tighter. sakusa has to stifle a whine the threatens to spill out of his lips. playfully, you tug down the front of his sweats, lightly running a finger over his dick, feeling his erection strain against his boxers, "baby steps, huh? i'll take things slow then, just for you."

finally pulling down his boxers, you mentally celebrate at the sight before you. his dick stands hard against his toned abdomen, a pearly bead of pre-cum bubbles at his tip.

you take him into your hands, running your index finger across his slit, collecting the pre that's accumulated during the time you've been teasing him. he feels so embarrassed; you hadn't even begun to do anything, yet he's fully erect, dribbling pre-cum. he wants to cover his face, but kiyoomi can't seem to pull his eyes away from you.

you pull your hand back, spitting in it, and grabbing the base of his dick, building a languid, slow pace that knocks the wind from his chest. holy shit, he thinks, this is really happening. he has to remind himself to breathe when you focus your hand movements to his tip, maneuvering your hand in circular motions and rolling your wrist to keep the fluidity. your other hand finally comes up, moving to quickly pump the rest of him.

"o-oh, fuck," sakusa has to grip the counter, thighs shaking, "holy shit, that feels good," his voice cracks, but he can't bring himself to care, throwing his head back and releasing a series of moans.

"can i use my mouth?" you sweetly ask, now solely stroking his shaft, leaving the tip alone as to not deliver too much stimulation at once.

"mm, ye-yeah," sakusa squeezes his eyes tightly at the thought, "yeah, go for it. please."

you stop your movements and sakusa forces himself to choke down a whine. he's breathing heavy, eyes still shut because he knows that opening them will bring him to an orgasm. the vulgarity of the situation makes his dick twitch in your hands.

lowering his head, he finally opens his eyes, feeling blessed by the sight he sees. your pretty mink lashes make you look like an angel, your small hands wrapped around such an intimate area, fingers just barely touching. your eyes carry so much weight behind them; promises of what you want to do to him, the millions of ways you'll make him yours. gently, he brings a hand up to your head, thumbing the hair of your ponytail.

"look at me, kiyoomi," you voice sultry, yet demanding, and sakusa can't help but listen to you, pupils blown wide.

you lick his slit, dragging your heavy tongue across one of his most sensitive areas, your right hand moves to deliver long strokes. not wanting to make him wait any longer, you put your lips around him completely, hollowing your cheeks as you take him as far as you can go, the fine hairs of his pelvis tickling your face. relaxing your throat muscles, you swallow around him, once, twice, constricting his dick with the smooth muscles of your throat.

"oh my god, baby, just like that," you feel the hand on your ponytail tighten, but kiyoomi doesn't force you down, "yeah, yeah, fuck, you're so good to me, shit," he moans through the pleasure.

seeking oxygen, you come up for air, the wetness from your saliva giving you the slickness to jerk him at a faster pace, your grip on him tightening. his stomach clenches as he fights back an orgasm, mind clouded with thoughts of you.

diving back in, you bob your head up and down his length, your hands working what doesn't fit into your mouth. sakusa's hands fly up to grab the counter, his knees threatening to buckle.

"s-shit, y/n, ah, fuck," he groans over the sounds of slick, "i-i think i'm gonna cum, y/n. wait, i'm gonna cum."

you move your head back, opening your mouth right below his tip, sticking your tongue out flat; a silent invitation to cum in your mouth. your right hand stays where it is, speeding up the pace of your strokes, your left hand moves back, massaging his balls between your fingers. sakusa's face is beet red, your generosity getting the best of him. throwing his head back, he groans loudly, stomach tensing as white ropes of cum paint your face and tongue.

"o-ooh, fu-u-ck!"

you deliver tightened, heavy strokes, slowing your movements to not overstimulate him, milking him of everything he's worth. looking down at you with lidded eyes, even kiyoomi is surprised at how much he came. semen is sprawled from your chin to your cheekbones, the whiteness of himself stands out against the pink of your tongue, thick cum pooling down your fingers and forearm, almost reaching your elbow.

grateful that he's an athlete, you swallow everything he gave you, enjoying the delicate taste. tucking him back into his clothes, he helps you stand from your position on the floor. you notice a sheen a sweat on his hairline.

"god is a woman and her name is y/n. i think you took my soul."

you laugh, he smiles, "you almost got cum in my eye, you know."

sakusa's ears turn red, suddenly worried about your comfort, "sorry, you made it pretty difficult to focus," using his thumb, he swipes the cum that missed your mouth, collecting it on his finger and holding it in from of your mouth. moaning softly when you shift forward to suck away the cum, he brings his free hand to pull you in by the waist, "thank you, y/n, seriously. let me return the favor, yeah?" bringing his face closer to yours, he slips his tongue past your lips, tasting himself through a deep kiss. his hand rises to caress the side of your face, tilting his head for a better angle.

"i blow you once and now you think you can handle me?" you mumble against his lips, "you aren't ready for it," you tease, your words making his body feel hot. he is ready; he's been ready, sakusa thinks, but waiting for the right moment makes it that much sweeter. patting your ass, he pecks your lips once more for good measure. oh, that reminds him.

"i wanted to talk to you about that, actually." you shoot him a questioning look, maneuvering around him to wash your hands.

"yeah, what's up?"

"i have a plan."

"a plan? for what?"

"for how we're gonna have sex."

you grimace, "gross, don't plan it out! that's what old people do!"

"stop," he whines, "i thought really long about it. i just need to ask you a few questions."

"okay, okay," you dry your hands with paper towel, using the wetness of the paper to wipe away any sticky spots still on your face, "what do you need to know?" he walks closer to the calendar you have on the wall in the kitchen area, whipping out his phone to compare dates, you assume.

"are you free next weekend?" you think for a moment.

"yeah, i think so, but i have a baby shower at 10."

"who throws a baby shower at 10 in the morning?"

"that's what i said! she really thought that it would be a good i-"

"wait, don't get side tracked. i still have more questions."

"kiyoomi, what are you even planning to do?"

"well, i cant show you all the cards in my hand! i just need you to answer the questions."

"okay, damn! ask away then." he taps through his phone.

"do you have a preferred place to have sex?"

"uhm, not really? just not in a car or shower, at least not for the first time." he types frantically.

"okay, next question. what are your thoughts on pubic hair?"

"kiyoomi!" you laugh, "what the hell?"

"i need to know! it's for science!"

"jesus, man. i guess, it doesn't really matter? it's natural, so who cares? as long as i'm not flossing with your pubes while i go down on you, i have no issues."

"that's disgusting. you know i would never do that. i need a serious response, y/n."

"okay, okay fine!" you laugh, "not too much but also don't just have nothing. bald dick is weird."

he nods his head, considering your answer, he types into his phone, repeating your words aloud to himself, "okay, last question for now. would you prefer sex in the morning or the evening?"

"it depends on the day, but considering this would be out first time as a couple, i wouldn't want to ditch you to go to lab after we fuck. late afternoon to evening would be the best time i think." he's silent, walking over to the calendar once again.

"okay," he nods his head, squinting his eyes in thought, "okay, yeah this totally works."

"it does?"

"yes, everything is coming together."

"so can i expect to have my back blown out in the near future?"

"if by 'back blown out' you mean gently and passionately make love, then yes, expect it."

"great," you clap your hands together, "i look forward to it," your stomach growls, the angry rumble echoes throughout the kitchen."

"don't tell me those 3 twizlers is all you've had to eat today."

"no," you smile, a laugh threatening to rip from your chest before you even have the chance to finish your sentence, "i had your kids for lunch."

"y/n!" he gasps.

this is my first time writing smut, so please let me know what you think! leave a comment so i can improve; i plan to make this a series, so give me some criticism to improve the story <33 thank you for reading :)

[batwritings]

I believe requests are open again so here I go again! Could I please request something with giving Sapnap a blowjob and telling him that he tastes so good and he just straight up says “let me taste” and licks his cum off your tongue

Honestly, he would be the type to do this, nobody can convince me otherwise and I will die on this hill. Enjoy~!

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Sweet moans filled your ears the further you took Sapnap into your throat. It was one of those days where your favorite spot was between his legs, making them jelly with just your mouth. And nothing was better than the desperate look he was giving you right now, practically begging you to let him finish with just his eyes.

"Babyyy," he whines, hands carding through your hair to pull you ever closer. "So close, pleaase!" You hum a soft laugh before doubling your efforts. You let Sapnap set the pace, his hips rocking forward gently while trying not to choke you.

It doesn't take long for him to become a babbling mess of please and warnings before he finally spills down your throat. You take all of it that you can with a pleased him, careful as some slips from the corner of you mouth. You slide off your partner with a wet pop, letting him fall back against his bed with a loud huff.

You stood slowly, letting your knees pop as they adjusted to have been bent for so long. "God baby you always taste so good," you hum, licking his cum from your lip. You swipe the stray line from your cheek and jaw, cleaning it from your finger sensually.

Before you can swallow, you're being pulled forward abruptly. "Let me taste," you hear before your lips crash with his. Sapnap's tongue is mingling with yours as a low moan leaves your throat. He answers with a groan of his own, seeming to love the taste of himself mixing with you.

Pulling away, completely breathless, the man chuckles, wiping saliva from his mouth. "Damn I do taste pretty good," he says, smirking devilishly. "Think I can taste you next?"

Your face heats up as you give him a playful smack. "Oh my god you're so cheesy!" You screech as he laughs.

"But yeah I'm game."

[violettelueur]

— GOJO SATORU || JEALOUS TYPE

↳ featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sleeping pills and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 05 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in imagine

↳ word count : 1.3k

↳ synopsis : waking up without your husband in bed with you, you decided to go search for him only to find him filling out paperwork that was long overdue.

↳ request : Hi!! Can i request a gojo x reader where gojo is doing some paperwork and the reader cant fell asleep without him so gojo made her sit on his lap while doing some paperwork and the reader falls asleep? When gojo is finished in his paperwork he went to sleep with the reader in their bedroom. Can you please make it fluffy? Thank you! I also love all of your works!

↳ barista’s notes : so...awkward times when some of your coffee orders (requests) disappear from your inbox hahahaha.....ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ but after i have written some of my ideas, i will update the ‘coffees in progress page’ (wip) for you guys to see if your requested got/didn’t get deleted! i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please don’t be shy to order again soon ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“When are you going to finish?”

Turning around from his seat, Gojo’s bright crystal eyes instantly caught the adorable sight of you standing by the doorway, wearing one of his large black jumpers paired with the classic black three-stripe Adidas shorts, as you covered your eyes trying to adjusting to the new lighting of the single lamp that was on.

“I’m doing some paperwork honey~” Gojo cheekily commented while twirling the pencil he was holding in his hand causing you to look at your husband in complete annoyance since you were the one that kept constantly reminding him that he needed to get his work done or he was going to sleep really late with the chances of him being at a slight disadvantage when coming into contact with curses - but, of course, he didn’t listen and using the excuse of ‘don’t worry, I’m the strongest’.

“I told you to do it earlier, why didn’t you listen to me?” you asked in an irritated tone, as you then processed to walk up to the ‘hard-working’ man causing Gojo to smile as he managed to get a closer look at you without him asking.

From closer inspection, Gojo could tell you were still extremely tired due to how heavy your eyes looked since it seemed like you were struggling to keep them open, your hair was tangled and messy but that was one of Gojo’s favourite things to see but he would rather see it in the morning rather than sleep-deprived as you were at this moment in time. 

Ever since you and Gojo established your romantic relationship during the second-year, he slowly began to realise that you would sleep as early as possible even when the shorthand of the clock just hit the number 7 in the evening. At first, he didn’t really care too much about it at first, he just thought you weren’t a night owl at all. However, he remembered one day you came into class with such dark circles, he couldn’t help but worry.

“Ahhh~ I have trouble sleeping in general, sleeping pills don’t work at all as well, so that’s why I sleep early.”

After that little discussion, Gojo made it his role to make sure you got enough sleep for the next day even if he had to stay in your room all night to make sure and it was still that same ever since you both got married. However, there were times when he had to overwork due to the number of missions that higher-ups passed on to him causing him to worry from time to time, but it seemed like you were slowly improving to which he was so proud of you for.

“Can’t sleep without me?” Gojo teased, leading to a frown to grow on your face which caused you to turn around as you weren’t in the mood to deal with his nuisance at 2 am in the morning. However, before you could even take a single step back to your shared bedroom, you suddenly felt a large hand wrap its fingers around your wrist leading to a halt in your moment. Gently, you were pulled back leading to you to lose your footing due to your drowsiness before an arm wrapped itself on your back preventing you from falling onto the wooden floor.

Blinking in surprise, you steadily came to the realisation that you now were on your husband’s lap as his other arm had dropped the pen he was holding to reach over to the couch where a spare blanket was placed, which was suddenly covering you from the cool air that was surrounding the room. “Go to sleep, I’ll take you back to bed when I’m done,” the white-haired sorcerer commented with a soft tone, causing you to look up at him before giving into the chance as your slyly wrapped your arms around his neck before pressing your face into his shoulder to get away from the bright light that your eyes weren’t still adjusted to.

Tenderly, one of Gojo’s hands began to run up and down your back trying to soothe you to sleep while his other hand went back to the pen that was abandoned to continue filling out the forms he was meant to do a week ago. Smiling, he leaned his head lightly against yours trying to relish the feeling of you needing him since he knew that the moment you both leave the four walls that were surrounding you, you wouldn’t show this vulnerable side to him. You refused to.

Comparing you to your personal life to your professional life, you clearly had two different personalities. When you were at school, you were cool, calm and collective, sometimes a little too blunt but there was a perfect mix of teasing that came along with it - clearly influenced by the one and only, himself. He vividly remembered the time when you joked about Fushiguro being the type to kick a stray cat after saying ‘such a nuisance’ or the time you joked that Itadori was the type to push a door that says ‘pull’ leading Kugisaki to laugh hysterically while both of the mentioned boys began to argue, yet the second you pat their hands and say ‘I’m only joking’, they both would suddenly calm down.

On the other hand, when you were at home with him or alone, you were more relaxed from your professional behaviour and sweet, leading him to wonder what switch did you flicker to change your brain. But he never questioned it. To be honest, he rather not since he knew the moment he would mention it, you would revert back to your work personality and not the kind and sweet one that was reserved for him.

“I would tell you to be more like that at work, but I’m too much of the jealous type,” Gojo whispered even though he knew that you were already asleep due to your light breathing pattern and how the tight hold you had around his neck slightly loosened. 

Signing off the last sheet that was on the towering pile, Gojo let out a sigh of relief before turning his head to get a quick sight of you, only to find that you were still in an unconscious state leading to the special grade sorcerer to look at the time on his phone to find that an hour had passed. 3:05 am.

Carefully reaching over to the lamp, Gojo flicked the switch causing the lighting to gradually disappear before slowly pushing out his chair as he looped an arm under your knees as he picked you up bridal style. Quickly making his way to your shared bedroom, Gojo began to gently place you down onto your side of the bed before slowly beginning to unhook the arms that were still around his neck. However, before he could even move to his side, he felt your hand instinctively grab his hand causing the playful man to look at you with a smile on his face as he looked down at your sleeping figure.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere,” Gojo whispered as he lightly stroked your cheek resulting in the grip of your hand to loosen as if you were awake to understand him. Climbing into his side of the bed, Gojo carefully pulled you into his arms causing you to snuggle further into the warmth that he was generously providing you before subconsciously wrapping an arm around his body wanting to keep him as close to you as possible.

“Yeah, I’m too much of the jealous type to let you show this side of you” Gojo mumbled as he slowly closed his eyes, following your route to a slumber that he had been desperate for since the moment he had you in his arms.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[tetsuwhore]

𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

Description: in a ditch effort to avoid your fate as a lonely cat lady, you allow your best friend, Oikawa, to help you gain sexual experience.

Warning: explicit smut. size kink if you squint. loss of virginity. kinda angsty

Notes: 2.9k words. inspired by my ‘inexperienced bestfriend’ headcanons

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had been a mindless comment really. 

The three of you were just reaching the convenience store when Iwaizumi received a call. After answering it and finishing his conversation, he promptly explained that it was his mother, who needed him to run errands for her. Which left you and Oikawa, who continued whining about his irritation at his ‘fanclub’.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff, “So, you have a literal entourage of people devoted to you? Big fucking deal. My single ass hasn’t even kissed anyone yet, y’know. At this rate, I’m gonna end up a lonely cat lady by the time we’re in college.” You laugh lightly, only meaning it half seriously. Therefore, you could be forgiven for choking on air when you hear his serious response. 

“Why don’t I help you change that then?”

And now, here you are, laying in your best friend’s bed as he’s knuckle deep in you. You’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat, breathing heavily and biting your lip in an effort to stay quiet. Your eyes are tightly shut, but you can tell that he’s still watching you intently, eyes alternating between focusing on his finger slipping into your hot cunt, and then wandering back to your contorted face. 

Struggling with your words, you manage to gasp out, “H-how does it feel so, uh, so fucking good?! It’s never like this when it’s, ah, when it’s just m-me.” Chuckling at the shakiness of your speech, he responds, “Had a lot of training to strengthen my fingers for setting. Plus, they’re much longer than your tiny ones, aren’t they? Makes it easier to reach deeper.” 

Shuddering at his words, you add, “They’re t-thicker, too.” Laughing at that, you feel him slightly shift the angle of his hand before continuing, “You usually can’t rely on fingering alone to get you off.” He follows that with a quick flick of his wrist, grinding his palm against your clit as his finger keeps prodding that certain spot inside you, adding, “Gotta pay attention to the clit.”

His attention is back on your face as you moan in response to his actions, no longer able to stay quiet. Grinning at your reaction, Oikawa continues his ministrations, rubbing his palm harder against you and increasing the tempo of his finger. His voice is silky smooth as he keeps going, “Keep rubbing harder and faster, until…”

You feel a high-pitched cry escape your lips. It’s so embarrassingly loud and shrill, but you’re unable to control it. His face is so smug - and normally, you’d want to slap the expression off of it, but this time, it just makes your face grow redder. 

“Until, it hits just... right. And then, you keep it consistent,” he whispers in your ear, “Feels good, hmm?”

Nodding frantically, you grip on to his arm, desperate to hold on to something so you don’t completely lose yourself. You hear him hiss - likely at your nails digging into his skin - but you’re too preoccupied with your impending orgasm to pay too much attention.

“Nuh-uh, keep your legs open,” Oikawa tuts disapprovingly. Opening your eyes, you realize that you had subconsciously closed your legs, trapping his hand in between - they were shaking so badly you hadn’t even noticed. You struggle, but nonetheless, move your feet further apart to allow him to continue. 

Tossing out all inhibitions, you don’t even bother attempting to hide your moans. Instead, you loop your free arm around his shoulder and bury your face in his neck, sobbing against his skin as you feel the knot in your stomach grow uncomfortably tight.

You feel his arm under you pull you closer to his chest, hand running up and down your side in a soothing motion. “Mhmm, that’s it, just like that, just like that,” Oikawa whispers - gentler than you’ve ever heard him speak - as he coaxes you through your orgasm, slowing his movements, but not stopping, allowing you to ride it out. 

He only pulls away once you stop trembling. When you open your eyes again, you find him watching you with a hawk’s gaze as you exhale shallowly, fighting to catch your breath. It makes you feel self-conscious, being under his scrutiny. Blushing, you cast your eyes into a corner to avoid his.

“Aw, (F/n)-chaaan, don’t go all shy on me just yet. I’ve still got more I wanna do to you first,” he teases as he moves his body on top of yours. 

Furrowing your brows, you begin to protest, “More? But, you said this was just for prep, right? So we could-”

Before you can finish, he interjects, “Are you really saying no to another orgasm?” Well, he had a point there. “Okay, I won’t stop you,” you concede, “but I’m still kinda, um, sensitive. Can we, uh…” You trail off, but he catches your eyes glancing down to his lips and smiles, finishing your sentence for you.

“A kiss? All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”

You don’t get a chance to comment on the nickname because you’re too distracted by Oikawa’s hot breath fanning against your mouth as he moves his face closer to yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his fingers graze your chin, tilting your head slightly upwards. And yet, he doesn’t close the distance, as if he was waiting for you to make the move. So, you do. 

The first thing you register is how soft his lips feel, lightly pressed up against yours. Suddenly feeling a wave of self-consciousness hit you, you pull away abruptly, realizing that you’re not quite sure what to do next. Confused by your pulling away, he looks down at you, eyes quickly flickering with understanding as he realizes the reason for it. 

His thumb moves to caress your cheek before he moves forward again, this time, taking the lead. It’s more pleasant this time as he guides you, lips gently melding with yours. He keeps the pace slow, and you’re thankful for that - too much too quickly would’ve overwhelmed you. But then, as you’re wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, his thigh brushes against your core.

It’s involuntary, really, when you softly moan into his mouth in response to the contact, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. 

But it’s enough to drive him feral.

Tightly gripping your hips in his calloused hands, he presses his lips harder against yours, swallowing your gasps as he tilts his head forward to deepen the kiss, turning it into something deeper, hungrier. You feel his tongue enter past your lips, licking the edges of your teeth before clashing against yours. You’re not sure how you feel about that - the sensation is slightly odd, but not entirely unwelcome. 

“So, there was... s-something else you wanted to do?” you question breathily after pulling away, eyes cast up towards the ceiling - you would implode if you were to look at him while he was sucking on the sensitive buds of your breasts. Trailing his lips down your midriff, he mutters in between kisses, “Mhmm, got something I wanna show you.” His voice is so low, you almost miss what he says next. 

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue,” he murmurs against your skin, “so you’re nice and ready when I stretch you out with my cock.”

This was your best friend. The same friend you used to play hide-and-seek with as kids. The same one who coerced you into binge watching space documentaries with him during sleepovers. So then, why was it that his words made your body react by sending a flush of pink across your face, and a throbbing between your legs? 

He’s laying on his stomach now, face dangerously close to your soaked core. Scooting closer, he lifts up one of your legs, rough palm slowly trailing up the back of your calf. Shifting it to place it on his broad shoulder, he lightly brushes his lips against the expanse of your inner thigh. He’s ghosting kisses along your skin - you can feel them, but the pressure is practically non-existent, it’s maddening. 

“Oikawa, stop teasing! Do- do something…” you grit out, frustrated. 

Hearing his chuckle only adds to your exasperation as he ignores your request, deliberately straying away from the center of your legs. With that infuriating smirk still on his face, he feigns ignorance, “Hmm, I’m not sure I know what you want me to do here. Why don’t you tell me?”

When you give no response, he repeats himself, “Tell me, c’mon.” His tone is deceptively light and teasing, but you don’t miss the commanding nature behind his words.

“Want you to… to, uh, make me c-cum,” you’re trembling as you struggle to get the words out, “on your… on your t-tongue.”

Shaking his head, Oikawa tuts, “No, no, say the rest.” God, why was he such an obstinate asshole? More importantly, why was it working so well at getting you hotter?

Breathing unevenly, you whisper, “gonna get me, uh, nice and- nice and ready,” and you cringe at how whiny your voice is, but nonetheless, finish, “so you can s-stretch me out with your… with your c-cock.” The words tumbling out of your mouth are so, so filthy. He’s practically coaxing them out of you.

(You hate how easy it is for him to do so.)

Humming approvingly, he praises, “Mhm, that’s a good girl. Wasn’t so hard now, was it?” The smug smile is back as he purrs, “Can’t have you going all shy now. Not when I’m about to make you cum so hard you cry.” 

Before you can respond, he’s hoisting your other leg over his shoulder. You stare up at the ceiling, form tensed up as you wait for what feels like an eternity - you can feel his breath fanning over your core as you anticipate his next move. 

Then, you feel it. A warm, wet sensation right against your sensitive clit - you have to force yourself not to jerk away in response. The first swipe of his tongue is broad, one that languidly trails up all the way from your slit, to deep between your folds. 

The feeling is so odd, so new. And so, so delicious. 

It’s nothing like your fingers (or even his), nothing like you’ve ever felt before, but fuck, it’s good. It’s an antithetical combination of too much, and not enough - you can tell he’s holding back, going slow to begin with. And as much as you want him to turn ravenous and devour you alive, you know it’ll be too much for you to handle. 

Oikawa knows exactly when he’s got the right rhythm going. Of course, you think to yourself, of course he fucking knows - from how you’re suddenly gripping his hair, squirming around and whimpering for him. And he keeps it up, using his tongue to turn you into a mess. Licking again. 

And again, and again. 

“Mhmm, Oikawa, k-keep… oh- keep doing that! P-please, I’m gonna… I’m gonna-”

You’re cut off by a sharp moan that leaves your lips as he pulls you closer to his face, tongue digging deeper into you. You’ve vaguely aware of him lightly chuckling against you - probably at how whiny you sound.

(And you can’t even get annoyed at him because you’re too distracted by how it sends vibrations directly to your core.)

Oh. Oh. Oh, god. 

Tightly gripping his hair, you tense up, head thrown back and eyes tearing up as you release a final cry. Your hips move involuntarily, grinding against his face in a ditch effort to prolong the waves of your pleasure for as long as you can. He holds his tongue out flat, allowing you to do as you please. His eyes are locked on your face - his smoldering gaze is so intense that you feel compelled to look away, afraid that you’d combust if you didn’t. 

Oikawa only pulls away once you whimper weakly that it’s too much, your hands slowly releasing the grip they have on his locks. Planting a soft kiss on your inner thigh, he moves to rest on his elbow next to you as you exhale heavily, face flushed and hot - from your orgasm, or the embarrassment, you’re not sure.

“Good?” 

The question in itself is genuine enough, but the shit-eating grin on his face is all you need to see to realize that he knows. The bastard already knows that it was more than good. (With how you were practically sobbing his name only minutes ago, how could he not?) Choosing not to respond, you shoot him a glare instead.

“(Y/n)-chaaan, why are you annoyed at me for asking a perfectly reasonable question?” he pouts, whining, “Besides, I should be the annoyed one, seeing how you were practically yanking my hair out!” 

Rolling your eyes, you retort, “Serves you right for teasing me so much!” 

Shaking his head dramatically and childishly muttering something about how you’re ‘so mean’, Oikawa turns to face you, gently cupping your cheek. His expression and tone are more somber this time as he inquires, “You sure you still wanna go all the way though? We don’t have to go any further, just making you feel good is perfectly fine for me.”

Seeing you sit up, he moves, resting his back against the headboard as he waits for your response. You reach for the condom on his nightstand before returning back, placing yourself in his lap. Handing him the little silver packet, your hands move to his shoulders, before you finally respond, “Yes, Oikawa, I want to do this, don’t worry.” 

“Besides, we’ve already reached this far anyway,” you move your face closer to his, whispering against his lips, “It’s like you always say - if you’re going to hit it, hit it until it breaks - right?” Seeing his eyes widen in surprise at your boldness, you silently congratulate yourself - you had finally rendered the Oikawa Tooru speechless.

(Even if it was only for a few seconds.)

“Fuck, hearing you say that was hot.”

Swallowing at the roughness of his voice, you bite your lip, asking softly, “That’s what you’re gonna do then? Break me?”

Quickly regaining his composure, Oikawa smirks, purring, “Hmm, I’m not sure you’d be able to handle it, sweetheart. Maybe next time.” 

And then he’s on you again, hot mouth pressed hard against yours. Unlike earlier, he doesn’t hold back this time, quickly engaging you in a searing kiss that sends shock waves straight down to your stomach. You’re still shaky on what to do, but you attempt to mimic his movements, following his lips and working with them. 

In the midst of all your excitement, you had not even realized that Oikawa was still fully clothed. Your cheeks flush pink as it dawns on you that you, on the other hand, are completely naked. Pulling away, you hastily reach for his shirt, practically yanking it off of him before looping your arms around his neck, sighing when you finally, finally feel naked skin against yours. 

Moving back to press your lips against his, you feel his hands shift, rustling against your stomach as he makes quick work of unbuttoning his pants. But before he can put on the condom, you stop him. “Wait, c-can I?” you ask, tone laced with hesitance. He simply nods, watching you with that same scrutinizing look that he wears on the court as he hands you the rubber and waits. 

For a moment, you simply eye it curiously. It’s… surprisingly pleasant to look at. It’s ruddy, particularly at the head, and it curves slightly to the left. As for the size, you don’t have the experience to start making comparisons, but you know it’s big, at least for you. It was definitely bigger than your tampons, and those were already hard enough to put in. 

He wasn’t kidding about stretching you out. You feel a deep-seated lust settle within you as you consider the thought - oddly enough, it’s appealing, and you quiver at the thought of your tight walls being stretched thin around his large length. 

Once you’ve got the condom on, he asks again, tone uncharacteristically hesitant, “You sure?” Sighing in mock exasperation, you grin, teasing, “What happened to Mr. Stretch-Me-Out-With-His-Cock?” 

Seeing his unamused expression, you chuckle, adding without thinking, “No, really, I appreciate you doing this with me. I want to experience what it’s like, be ready for the real thing, y’know?”

Again, it was a mindless comment. As you angle yourself over him and move down, you’re too caught up in the feeling of being filled for the first time - you miss the way Oikawa’s eyes grow dark upon hearing your words. 

Real thing.

Then again, who could blame you for not realizing the impact your words had on him. You would always see him as nothing more than your best friend, as the stepping stone before you got to the real thing. Nothing more. Nothing remotely close to how he wanted you to see him. 

(Or how he saw you.)

So as he places his hands on your hips in a bruising grip, moving his hips upwards in a punishing thrust that has you keening, he swears. 

He may not be your “real thing”, but he’ll make sure to burn into your memory that no one else would ever fuck you as well as Oikawa Tooru could.

[raggaraddy]

I'd Die Fighting

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: Thank you for your request! I really like the concept, and kind of got carried away with the stories and now they're too long. So I'll release them as individuals as I finish them. I hope you like them! ^-^

If anyone else wants to request you can here.

Mafia Bangtan Other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Taehyung

Jungkook

Summary: Pinned down by the cops, you know you're the only one who can stop Jimin from getting himself killed.

Trigger Warnings: Police shooting, gun usage, blood, violence, death, ambiguous ending.

Jimin

Mafia! Jimin

You were in the middle of a scheduled pick up, collecting the gang's share of the profits for the month. There had already been 3 today and all had gone as routine as the times before. You're in a residential building site, parked in one of the driveways, and on a Sunday too, so it's nice and quiet and empty. There was no reason to think that this stop would be any different than the last.

That was until the lights and sounds of police sirens filled the street.

You could only watch on in dread as 4 cop cars sped into the driveway trapping you and the two men into a box. With a 10-foot foundation wall behind you and building walls on either side, you were now realizing that this location wasn't so much secure, as it was an obvious dead end.

Looking back in the side-view mirror, you can see Jimin with the dealer. The guy panics instantly, pulling out his gun without a chance to even aim it before he is blown away. There are dozens of deafening shots all at once and the guy, no older than you, drops down dead.

Barely able to contain your terror, you are not able to do anything but to watch helplessly as Jimin dives behind the rear of the car to avoid the stray bullets.

Slowly, the officers start down the concrete path, closing in tighter, all of them with their guns drawn, all of them looking alarmed and ready to fire. With this many cops, you know neither of you stands a chance. There is no escape here, not without a miracle. But you know Jimin. You know he isn't going to just give in. He's said it before, he's said it often. He might die, but he'll die fighting before he dies in a cage.

The officer coming closest to the car bangs on the hood to draw your attention making you jump. "Stay in the car," He mouths the words.

You can't abide. If you don't do something Jimin is going to get himself killed. He may be willing to die, but you're not willing to lose him. You shake your head hard, swinging the car door open, stepping out tensely with your hands upright. Your arms and legs are shaking with pure adrenaline, relying on nothing but a prayer that they don't shoot you right now.

"Get back in the car." "Stay in the car." "Miss, get back in the car." A sea of loud, demanding voices shout at you all at once. While your survival instinct is telling you to obey the angry people with guns, you ignore them all. Your instinct-your love for Jimin is greater than your fear.

Walking paced steps backwards, you're watchfully eyeing them. They're still pressing forwards, but they have slowed substantially. Half of the group aiming more aggressively, and the other half pointing their guns at you more hesitantly. Calls of stay in the car turn into orders to get on the ground. But you can't, you won't.

Coming in line with the back of the car, Jimin is knelt behind it his gun in hand. "Y/n! What the fuck are doing?!" he snaps, eyes full of worry.

He may bluster to everyone else, but you know the full expression. In private he'd whisper the ending to you and only you. 'I'd die fighting before I ever die in a cage. And I'll spend my life locked up before I ever see you hurt.'

"Get back in the car!" He growls.

"No," you whisper.

"Get back in the car!"

"No."

"Oh for fucks sake, will you just listen to me for once!" He growls, running his hand back through his hair, about to lose any composer he has remaining.

"No!" You shout, your eyes darting from the cops to Jimin and back.

He roars, grabbing your shirt, yanking you down the ground beside him. The commands of the police heighten and start coming more frequently as they steadily begin to entrap the two of you again.

"I'm gonna beat the hell outta you after this." He shouts, reaching over the top of the car to fire a slew of shots, not aiming to hit anyone but just trying to keep the cops away.

"Fine. Do it. But just let there be an after." You plead, eyes filling with tears. "Put the gun down. Please!"

"What?! No!"

"Come out with your hands up or we open fire." A far off voice, coming through a speaker, gives a sickening order.

Jimin's harsh defiant look turns to one of pure fright and frenzy. He knows if they're shooting at him, they're shooting at you.

His hand scrunches in the scruff of your shirt, dragging you flat to the ground further out of harms-way, using the same momentum to launch himself into the open, weapon ready. He gets only 2 shot off before they retaliate with more than half a dozen. Not all connect, one catching his leg, another his shoulder. The hits double him over, making him drop the gun.

It all happens before you are able to even turn back over. The sight of him struck has you screaming, acting rashly and impulsively. You wail his name clambering to your feet, wrapping your arms around his neck. Lifting him upright, you're covering him with your body as much as you possibly can. You don't pause think what might happen right now if the officers began to fire again. You only know you need to save him from them. Save him from himself. Pushing him with your chest, you force him back more and more until his body hits the foundation wall. You turn yourself around towards the encroaching men and women, shoving your weight roughly against him. To shield him, and trying your best to keep him pinned to the bricks so he is unable to act suddenly or foolishly.

Thankfully the cops still seem hesitant to shoot at you. Although you don't trust it for it to last much longer.

Your stomach drops, feeling a warm wetness dripping over the exposed skin on your upper back. Jimin's shoulder is bleeding heavily down you.

This is so fucking bad.

"Stop, please stop, Baby!" You whisper to Jimin, nearly unable to form the words due to the shake in your voice. It's just the two of you opposing 7 armed police officer. You know he hates the thought of defeat, he may even hate you for this, but neither of you has any way of winning this standoff.

His forehead presses to the back of your head, his hot breath fanning down your neck. In the smallest motions, you feel him nod against you.

Raising them in surrender, his arms come out from behind you. There's a sharp pain in your side with a sudden booming sound. It knocks your breath away. You whine, your hand squeezing tighter against his legs, into the fabric of his jeans.

"Y/n?" Jimin knows what's happening before you do.

One of the officers mistook Jimins actions as hostile and got twitchy with his gun.

You gasp slumping back into him, your legs weakening. He catches you, lowering with you as you fall to the floor. "Baby!"

Jimin looks up to the cop who fired. He's memorizing every detail of their face. Already having resigned to hunt them down and make them suffer.

Finally able to inhale, you cry out a low scream, pain spreading from your stomach up. "Jimin," you cry clawing his arm, fingers wrapped in his sleeve.

The swarm of police starts to move more frantically. A knee flies at Jimin sending him into the wall, separating him from you. Without him, you fall flat into the dirt. To your right one of the men is forcing Jimin to the ground with a knee trying to flatten him. But he isn't giving in, fighting and struggling against the weight, desperately trying to get back to you.

Even as there are three of them versus only Jimin, he is still putting up enough resistance that they are unable to fully hold him.

"Y/n!" He yells, as one of his arms is pinned behind his back, driving him heavily into the dirt. "Get the fuck off!" he snarls.

Your throat feels full. You're starting to choke, spluttering blood out and down your cheeks. Your hands clutching your stomach are wet and slippery from blood. The heavy amounts of it pouring from you making you weaker with each passing second.

"Alright!" There's a heavy thump as Jimin stops resisting and is plunged aggressively into the floor. "Just help her! Help her!" With all of the pain and fear you're feeling, it's the pure panic in Jimin's voice that finally brings you to tears.

Rolling your head towards him, his chin is dug into the concrete floor, his skin and clothes red with blood, his face pale and flush, his eyes red and teary with emotion. With him no longer fighting they are able to cuff his hands. They haul him to his feet, carrying his weight. He yells in pain, his cries turning into pleas for you, calling again and again for someone, anyone to help you.

One of the officers comes to your side pressing firmly on your wound making you shriek, spitting out even more blood. They speak into their walkie-talkie describing your state and injuries calling for an ambulance. Explaining that a male will be coming to the hospital by a police cruiser.

In front of you, the others are dragging a limping Jimin away. Being pulled from you he begins his fight again, battling to not leave you. But he's too injured and restricted to combat them much more. Only able to call out to you over and over.

Even as the car doors close on him, you can still hear him shouting your name. Even as you lose consciousness you can still hear the echo of his voice.

[lordabovehelpme]

Injured- Din Djarin x Reader

Request: Well, everyone sees Din as Grogu's father and they even tell him, but one day Reader tells him that too and Din says "Yes, he has a father but he doesn't have a mother... yet" and looks directly at Reader 👀*heart eyes, motherf* - @along-the-lines-of-space

A/n: Hon! This is such a cute idea!!! I kinda went a different direction with it, but if you want me to do it again, totally tell me! Love ya! 

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You can hear the hatch open, signifying the mandalorians return. Climbing down the ladder you watch as he drags the quarry to the carbonite freezer. But he moves slower than usual, almost as if he is stuck in his own world.

As soon as the quarry is frozen the mandalorian collapses onto the ground. The harsh clank of metal on unforgiving metal ringing through the hull. He groans and shifts to lay on his side. Gasping you rush to his side. “Mando?”

You pull his head onto your lap and look down into his visor. He grumbles and nuzzles into your thighs.

“Mando, what happened?” You gasp again when you notice a growing pool of blood below his knee. “What happened?” This time you say it louder, needing to hear his answer.

“Quarry… explosive… didn’t notice.” He turns his helmet further into your thighs and his breaths starts to even out.

“No no no, come on. Stay with me.” But, your pleads mean nothing to him. If it weren't for the fact that he is bleeding out, you would laugh at how funny his snores sound in the vocoder. Cursing, your mind starts to work out a plan. You take his head in your hands and wiggle from beneath him. Placing your elbows under his armpits you struggle to pull him over to the bunk.

Rushing to the fresher, you grab a bowl of water and a couple washcloths. You had already gave up on lifting the beast of a man up onto the bunk, so you’ve grabbed blankets and pillows and placed them around him.

Making sure he is still asleep, you start to take his leg armor off. Cringing, you realize that there is no way to treat his wound with his pants on. You sigh, “Forgive me, but you’ll die if I don’t.” Slowly you unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Heat rises to your cheeks and you bite your lip, giving one last look at the mandalorians visor, you pull his pants down.

You curse at the length of his wound, it travels down from the middle of his thigh to below his knee. “Okay, prepared to be healed.” Dunking the washcloth in the bowl, you start to clean the wound as best as you can. You’re gentle yet firm as you scrub away the already dried blood.

As soon as you’re content with your cleaning job, you grab some bandages and start to wrap his leg. It’s now that you fully realize how exposed your mandalorian is. His pants pulled down to his ankles and his beautiful tan skin exposed for your gaze.

You would think he would be smaller without the bulky armor, but it’s almost as if he has become larger. The air no longer flows in and out of your lungs, it suffocates you with his natural spicy scent.

He groans and you shrink, afraid for when he wakes up. Thankfully, he stays asleep. Sighing, you shake your head and try to run from your improper thoughts. Grabbing a bacta shot, you tap the end, getting rid of air bubbles, and inject the medicine into his meaty thigh.

Taking his pants off all together you fold them and toss them into a corner. You grab another blanket and drape it across his form, giving him some much needed dignity. Trying to make him even more comfortable, you take the rest of his armor off, leaving him in his underclothes and helmet.

You tuck the blanket around him and make sure his head is supported by the pillow. However, when you go to walk away your heart tugs at you. You get a nasty feeling that as soon as you leave, he’ll wake up in a worse state. Weighing your options you eventually lay down next to him.

His soft snores are faint but they soothe your anxiety of him being dead. Slowly, you shimmy towards him. It’s cold in the ship and you can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin. Biting your lip, you lift the blanket and snuggle up against his side, mindful of his leg.

He should be okay for now; or you hope so. The warmth radiating off of his body is starting to make you sleepy. You look up at his chin, admiring the hair that has started to grow underneath his chin, obviously it's been a few days since he’s shaved. Snapping back down to look at his covered chest, you curse at yourself so being so plain with your ogling.

You close your eyes and nuzzle into his chest, succumbing to your slumber.

***

Thrashing limbs and groans wake you up. “Cyare.”

“Hey hey hey.” Your eyes beg to stay closed but you stay awake and sit up. His hands grab at you. “It’s okay, don’t move, you’ll exhaust yourself.”

“Cyare…” His head leans back down on the pillow.

“Hey big boy.” You rub small circles on the back of his hands. “Stay here, I am going to go get some water.” He grumbles something, but you’re already up and walking over to the kitchen area. Filling the bowl back up, you also grab a glass for him.

Sitting back down near him you peel the blanket back. In a panic, the mandalorian reaches down to cover himself.

“Sorry, I had to take your pants off to get to it.” He doesn’t say anything. “Alright… I um got you some water. Let me just rewrap this and then I’ll leave you.” He still stays silent. You frown as you realize that the bandages are already bloody again; must have been from him moving. “Mando, I’m gonna need you to not wake up in tizzy fits anymore, you’re just opening the wound back up.”

You unwrap the bloody bandages and wet a washcloth, then begin to clean it again. He hisses when you press it to his body.

“Sorry… sorry.”

“It’s okay.” One of those warm palms grabs your hip and rubs your skin.

“Okay, this is going to hurt, but you’ll feel much better in about ten minutes.” You grin as you hold up a bacta shot. As you poke it into his thigh, the hand squeezes your hip. “All done, now it’s time to wrap it up, okay?” The hand gives you a couple squeezes.

After you finish wrapping the wound, you pull the blanket back over his form and go to get up. “Cyare, stay.”

You cup his helmet. “I can’t, you need to drink some water.”

“Turn around.”

Giving him an apprehensive look, you follow his command and turn around. One hand stays tracing circles on your hip, while you can hear the other shuffle around. The glass clinks as he sets it back down and the hand on your hip tugs you back towards him.

“You can look now cyare.” You turn back around. “Come here, m’ tired.” He lifts the blanket and his arm, creating a perfect space for your body. Succumbing to his offer, you snuggle up into side. His arm settles down around your shoulders and his fingertips graze across your skin.

***

It’s become routine for the two of you. Every couple hours you’ll unwrap and redress his wound. Then you give him a bacta shot and within ten minutes the stoic mandalorian no longer has a filter. This time being no different. However, he was complaining about the pain so you gave him the shot before dressing the wound again.

“Cyare.”

“Mhm?”

“Am I going to die? I feel like I am going to die.”

Biting back your laughter, you play along. “You can’t die on me, you have a son to take care of. What would he do without his father?”

“Yes, he has a father, but no mother...yet.” His visor tilts to look at you, his voice lower than usual.

Raising your eyebrows, you continue to wrap his wound, “Mm, is that so?”

“Yeah.”

“Well where are you going to find this special lady?”

His hand reaches up and cups your face. “She’s right here. And she’s quite pretty too.”

Your eyes snap to meet his visor. No, that can’t be right, it’s the bacta that's talking. “Alright, hot shot.”

Under his helmet he frowns. “No cyare, I’m serious.” His hand drops from your face to grab at your hand. “Wanna have children with you. Want you to be the mother of my kids. Wanna wake up and be able to kiss you.”

Your mouth is opening and closing, you probably look like a fish out of water, but you don’t care about that right now. You can’t even start to gather your thoughts, they’re moving too fast for you to even process them.

After a few minutes of you just staring you finally start to form words. But his soft snores are the only thing he offers.

***

The spot next to you is cold when you wake up. Panic rips through your body as you shoot up and search for the mandalorian.

A deep chuckle sounds from behind you, “I’m right here cyare.” You turn around and spot him sitting on a chair, thighs spread wide as he keeps his injured leg straight. He has a pair old black shorts on, that are way too short for your mind to comprehend.

“Why… when did you get up?” Your rub at your eyes, trying to shake away your sleep.

“I felt better, and I was hungry. Did you sleep good?”

“Ummm… yeah.” Suddenly all of what he said earlier comes back to you, making heat flow to your cheeks.

Almost as if he understands what you were saying, he leans over and sets his elbows on his knees. “Listen, cyare… I’m sorry for what I said-”

“Did you mean it?” You interpret him before you can stop yourself. Cringing at your abruptness you peer down at the blanket and start to play with the edge.

“What?” He genuinely sounds confused.

“Did, did you mean it? Um, what you said?” The thread that you have been picking at has become even more interesting.

“Cyare, look at me.” He reaches out and his index finger lifts your chin. You let him and finally meet his visor, fighting back the part in you that begs for you to run away. “I am sorry for being so blunt, but I did.”

You nod, not totally processing what he said yet. “Oh.” His hand brushes away the stray hair that fell in your face. Then it finally hits you, “Oh!” Shuffling closer to him, he brushes your hair. “Well you know… I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” You grin up at him and he chuckles.

Standing up you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him. He pulls you close, slotting his helmet into the space between your shoulder and neck.

“But let’s take it slow, okay?”

“Of course cyare.”

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[seriouslysnape]

Hii would you maybe write remus x reader where its the night before the full moon and remus is really horny like A LOT and so reader takes care of him and makes him cum multiple times ? (Nothing to kinky , just needy loving fucking?)

WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW. I’M BLUSHING SO HARD AT THIS I AM GOING TO EXPLODE. 

I, uh....NEED YALL TO LEMME KNOW IF I DID OKAY ON THIS BECAUSE I WAS BLUSHING SO HARD THE WHOLE TIME I WASNT EVEN SURE WHAT I WAS SAYING. 

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With a Vengeance 

Remus Lupin x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 2,818

“You deserve to feel good too, darling.”

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You could always tell when the full moon was soon to be. Not because of the way the lake’s reflection was a little glassier or how the stars seemed to twinkle a tad brighter. No, the dead giveaway was Remus’ behavior around you. He was a werewolf after all, and his instincts always grew stronger the closer the moon came to hitting its fullest phase. More specifically, Remus’ sex drive was always through the roof in the days before the full moon.

He would start with being very lingering around you, not daring to stray too far or let you out of his sights. He’d get touchy next, his hands constantly on you in some manner. He’d leave kisses on your skin and eventually start whispering dirty things in your ear that would make you rub your thighs together in anticipation. 

You usually kept track of the full moon, so you’d know when to expect him to be absent for a few days or when to be prepared to shower him with love and care. However, this time it had gotten away from you. You had been slammed this week, busy with work, and trying to get your ducks in a row so you’d feel more organized. 

Remus had been all over you today, kissing at your neck and slipping his hand into your pants as often as he could. His affection had carried into the end of the day when the two of you retreated to your Hogwarts quarters. He knew you had work to do, but that didn’t stop him from stroking your skin and kissing you wherever he saw fit. 

You had snapped at him once, telling him that he needed to keep his hands to himself until you were finished.

Remus realized you had forgotten, and he was trying his hardest to be patient and allow you to do what you needed to...but you just looked so beautiful with your focus drawn in on whatever you were doing. He looked over you and how you sat wearing nothing but your bra and a pair of shorts. Remus uncomfortably palmed at his crotch that was well on its way to becoming a full erection as he began pacing around your shared bedroom. While he hated to interrupt you, his situation grew dire and his head was clouded with temptation.

“Hey, love?” He called, stopping his cycled steps.

You didn’t look up from the desk that was stationed on the other side. You only let out a hum to acknowledge that you had indeed heard him. He groaned out a sigh, rubbing at his groin once more.

“Do you think that could wait until tomorrow?” He queried, feeling his arousal heightening with each passing moment.

“I’m afraid not. I need to give these to Albus as soon as possible.” You replied, thinking that Remus was just ready to go to bed. 

A pit of despair and dejection filled his gut. Remus threw his head back in defeat and he let out a harsh, guttural sound. Surprised at such a reaction, you turned in your chair to look at him.

“Remus, what-” You were cut off when you saw the hitch in his boxers. 

You caught a glimpse of the almost full moon outside the window. Your confused look melted into a look of knowingness. You suddenly remembered that the full moon was only a day out, which explained why Remus had been acting the way he had. 

“Oh, that’s right. The full moon is tomorrow,” You announced, grazing over the bulge in his underwear. You threw down your quill onto the desk; “Forget this then.”

Remus brought his head back looking at you with desperation. He did a silent victory cheer that you had given up your work for him.

“Darling, I really...really need to touch you.” He said, his voice at a deep whisper and full of pleading.

You stood slowly from your chair, walking over to your husband who was jittery with eagerness. You pressed your body against his, your fingertips toying with his waistband. 

“Is Moony back with a vengeance?” You asked jokingly, knowing that his increased drive was just a side effect of his upcoming transformation.

“You have no idea.” Remus muttered, never looking away from you.

You giggled, reaching a hand into his boxers and stroking his hard length. He let out a whimper that was enough to almost make you feel sympathetic. He kissed you deeply, moaning into your mouth as you continued to pleasure him with your hand. You knew that wasn’t all he needed. You sank to your knees after a moment or so, Remus’ heart dropping a little.

He was never one to turn down a blowjob from you, but he always felt a little bad. Not that he didn’t ever return the favor, though. You yanked his boxers down with your other hand, hungrily looking over him. He brought his hands to your head, holding it steady. You left a tantalizing kiss, just barely licking his tip. He spoke, more like begged, to you.

“Baby, please don’t tease me. I can’t handle it tonight.” He breathed, his voice in almost a quiver. 

Remus wasn’t kidding. This full moon was extra strong to have him falling apart like this. 

“I won’t tease you. I’ll take care of you, honey.” You promised, finally taking him into your mouth. 

His grip tightened in your hair, a sigh escaping his chest. Your head bobbed as you sucked him off the way you knew he liked: taking him all the way. You swallowed around him, keeping your gag reflex from triggering. He watched as you pulled your head back and pushed himself back into your face.

“You’re so pretty on your knees...always so good for me.” He breathed out. 

You let out a happy noise, moving your head faster to get him to his finish. He loved the way you paid special attention to his tip, sometimes leaving kisses on his thighs and hips. He was always so appreciative during these times that you were always there to satisfy him and did it with joy. He was so lucky to have you, and he never let you forget how thankful he was for you.

He felt his dick twitch in your throat, his hot release spilling into you with his relieved moan, which caused a startled squeal to come from you. You took your mouth off of him, but swallowed dutifully. His skin was flushed and his breathing was heavy, but this was only a warm up. He needed more. 

You got up from your knees, and he kissed you so fast that it was dizzying. He was being rougher now, which only made you want him more. He removed what was left of your clothes, throwing off his own shirt. His hands were glued to you. His lips were hot on your neck as he left kisses and whispered his praises in your ear. You were moaning with every spot he sucked on, your voice coming out as a rasp.

“Remus...get on the bed.” You said, feeling the ache of desire between your legs.

He stopped his kisses, guiding you to your bed that he hadn’t even bothered to make when he left after you that morning. He laid on the mattress, watching as you wasted no time straddling him and leaning down to kiss him. He could feel how slick you were already, he smirked under the kiss.

“You’re already so wet.” He said, reaching and rubbing slow circles onto your clit.

You whimpered out, his fingers working magic on your sensitive sex. He slipped two of his fingers inside of you, his fingers curled and massaged your inner walls, feeling how you were coated with slickness. You had almost forgotten that this was supposed to be about him, but that didn’t stop you from rolling your hips as you began to ride his fingers.

“Remus, I’m supposed to be making you feel good. Oh...” You moaned.

He smiled up at you, even when he was the one desperately wanting you, you still couldn’t resist him. He chuckled.

“You deserve to feel good too, darling.” He said, watching you grow closer to your own release.

But you didn’t want to finish just yet. You stilled his hand, making him withdraw his fingers. He looked you dead in the eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. You always felt so prideful when he did that. Before he could ask why you stopped him, you raised yourself up and sank completely down onto his length. 

You both let out a noise that time, feeling a rush at the new sensation. Your movements were slow at first, making Remus whine. You smiled breathlessly down at him.

“What is it, baby? How bad do you need me?” You said in a teasing way.

He growled, knowing you were messing with him.

“You said you wouldn’t tease me...fuck, don’t be mean.” He said, rotating his hips into you.

You let out a sultry laugh. You didn’t want him to suffer more, so you gave in.

“Okay, Remus. I hear you.” You replied, dropping your act and starting to actually ride him.

You rocked and fucked him harder than you normally would, his groans and erratic noises as a testament to it.

“Oh, yes...” He huffed out, his hands kneading at your breasts and gripping at your waist.

You arch your back and release a high pitched moan, a blend of ecstasy and relief coursing through you. He thrusted his hips upward to go as deep as he possibly could, filling and stretching you as perfectly as he always did. You bounced on his lap and felt the delicious feeling of his dick deep inside of you and hitting your most sensitive spot. 

You were making noises every time you slammed back down onto him. Your lower stomach began to tighten and get hot, throwing your head back and crying out his name. He bucked his hips up into you, pushing your higher and higher into your climax as well as hitting his own. 

“Don’t stop, [Y/N].” He said as more of a warning than a request.

He was praying that you weren’t going to fuck with him further and suddenly stop and put off his release. An amused smirk appeared on your face, opening your eyes and looking down at him.

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna let you cum, baby.” You granted, continuing the rocking of your hips.

With a few final pushes, he came inside of you and you came around him. Every neuron in your body was fired up as a satisfied squeak signaled your end. You both stopped moving, the only sounds now being your hard breathings. He leaned up from the pillows on the bed, leaving lazy, breathless kisses on your skin. You had never rocked his world quite like that, his vision being dotted with little black spots. 

He mumbled into your neck as he lifted your limp body off of him, letting you fall on the mattress next to him so you could rest for a minute.

“Come here, my darling.” He cooed, kissing your swollen lips and dancing his fingertips over your slightly sticky skin.

Your arms fell above your head as your body returned to normal, your head in a delightful fog. You looked into his eyes, but didn’t see that usual look of after-sex bliss that he always had. They were still fiery with lust. 

“Fuck me again, Remus.” You purred out abruptly, once you were recovered and sucking a hickey on his neck.

Every fiber in his being was screaming yes, but he lightly protested.

“You’ve done more than enough, sweetheart. I’ll be fine. It’s just a hard full moon this time, I suppose.” He said with a smile, but not even denying that he wanted one more round. 

You looked at him sensually. His eyes told another story. You ran your thumb over the scar across his cheek.

“You sure about that?” You prompted.

Remus’ pupils dilated in thought, running his tongue along the inside of his lower lip as you moved to nibble on his earlobe. You purposefully moaned in his ear, sending him over the edge. He was between your knees, having your legs around his waist in seconds. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you firmly around him. He scanned over your naked body that was sprawled out on the bed.

This was one of his favorite parts. Seeing you laid out underneath him, squirming with expectation. There were so many things that you did (some intentional and some not) that drove him absolutely wild. You way you bit your lower lip whenever you caught him staring at you, only using your imagination to wonder what he was thinking when he looked at you. 

He loved the way you cared for him in all aspects: physically, emotionally, mentally. There wasn’t a square inch of you that he didn’t prize and treasure over. You were his entire world. His reason for breathing. 

He pushed his shaft through your folds, relishing and groaning at the feel of you once more. Your alluring sigh signaled him to start moving, pulling out and back in at a rapid pace. Your inviting sounds were music to his ears.

You pushed your body down to meet each of his thrusts, allowing him to hit just the right spot. You could feel the pent up tension that he had built up with each rough entrance back into you. He held your hands above your head, his other hand pinning your hips to the mattress. 

He pulled out again and one particular slam back into you caused you to moan louder than normal, causing Remus to speed up even more. Your chest bouncing with his every thrust. You were completely focused on the feeling of him dragging in and out of you. He let out a noise that resembled a growl that sent vibrations all through your body. Every cell in your body felt like it might combust with pleasure. 

“You’re such a good girl. Every time you’re so good for me,” He glorified; “Oh, darling, how I adore you...” 

Your legs tightened around him, letting him know you were close.

“I love you.” You breathed out, 

He grinned, an even deeper blush appearing on his face.

“I love you, angel.” 

You involuntarily clenched around him with a pitchy cry, releasing once again and hitting your high. He felt his own spiral, thrusting a time or two more and spilled his release into you again. He groaned in solace, pulling out of you. Your hearts were pounding and your minds were racing. You looked up at him and smiled with joy as the look of euphoria in his eyes. You persuaded him to fall next to you so he didn’t totally collapse.

He pulled you to him, showering you with soft kisses and snuggles. He entwined your legs with his, his hand resting on the outside of your thigh and feeling your muscles contracting violently. He looked at you with hilarity, but also concern at the feel of your trembling legs.

“You’re shaking.” He noted aloud.

There wasn’t a stitch of discomfort or unpleasantness on your face. You beamed up at him, fiddling with one of his hands. 

“I’m perfect. I may not be able to feel my legs tomorrow, but I’m okay.” You said, kissing his jaw.

He laid with you in silence, feeling the air cool your heated skin and allow your heart rates to return to normal. 

“I can’t wait to see you after the full moon passes. I hate being away from you.” He admitted, pushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded. Remus always liked to stay away during the full moon. Even if he took Wolfsbane Potion, he was still weary of how dangerous it could be. If Moony ever hurt you...or worse, he couldn’t live with himself.

“I know. But it won’t be long. You’ll be back soon,” You comforted him; “Tell Moony I said hello.” You joked.

He snickered at that.

“Of course, love.” 

A silence fell over the both of you, just enjoying each other’s presence. He massaged you gently, knowing that he had totally overstimulated you enough for one evening. Although, he still playfully teased you when you went to get up.

“I need to go shower.” You announced, making your way to the bathroom on shaky legs.

“Is there room for one more?” He winked at you.

You both knew there was no way either of you’d make another round. You weren’t exactly young and spry teenagers anymore. You scoffed.

“Only if you keep your hands to yourself.” You giggled.

Remus shot up from the bed, following you into the shower.

“No promises.”