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raffe156 · 1 year

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Late Night sparring

Pairing - Price X Tank X Ghost

Summary - A Late Night sparring sessions turns into something more.

Warnings - Smut (18+) Voyeurism, Language, Age gap Price (39) Tank (25) Ghost (36) SoftDom!Price, public sex, praise kink, fingering, Oral (F receiving) P in V, unsafe sex, Ghost being a little simp for Tank, Price likes to watch...

AN- I'm so sorry this took so long! not 100% happy with it, but we'll see what you guys think.

It's kind of filth, I re wrote this about 4 times so please please please let me know what you guys think either by comments, anon asks or however you feel comfortable! I've been in such a writers block headspace that getting this out felt like such an accomplishment haha!

Also enjoy another one of the commissions I had done by the amazingly talented @hffhifjou x

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters, Only Tank

“Hands where I can see them Riley!” Price shouted from the side lines. Ghost currently had you pinned underneath him both arms locked behind your back pressed to his stomach, face pressed to the floor of the ring.

“Will one do?” Ghost waved his free hand at Price causing his weight to shift fully onto you. You could just make out Price giving him the finger, his brow furrowed.

“Off now…” He made his way over to the edge of the ring, but Ghost didn’t ease up. Instead he leaned down close, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

“You don’t want me to get up do you?…I think you like being under me…” it was just quiet enough for Price to miss but he didn’t miss the flush that spread across your face.

“UP NOW!” It was more of a warning that a request now. Ghost made a slow effort to get up, his hands being the last to leave your wrists. They felt bruised but it was a nice ache. You would never admit it to him, but he was right.

‘I think I’m done for tonight cap…I need a shower” You rolled over onto your back flat out. You didn’t even need to look at Price to know that wasn’t happening.

“Ill be the judge of that…I’ll take over the session..” Price shrugged his shoulders, stretched his arms and entered the ring. Ghost shot him a look.

“Maybe we should just hit the showers eh Cap?” Ghost rubbed your calf, you both knew exactly what he meant and the mental image caused your mind to wander…would all 3 of you even fit? The cubicles were small…you and Price just about fit…would Ghost keep his mask on? Did Ghost wear his mask in the shower? You hadn’t realised Price was talking to you till he snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“I said are you ready kid?” Price cocked his eyebrow at you.

“what? Really? I’ve just had my arse handed to me by him…I don’t need another beat down from you! Can we just all go take a shower?” You sat up, looking up at Price from under your lashes…hopefully the little lost lamb look would soften his big bad wolf stance…it didn’t. The pathetic attempt made Ghost scoff…but you and he knew it would have worked on him. Price was a tougher nut to crack. You stood up.

“If that’s what you want then you better get to work…because we aren’t stopping till you get me pinned to the ground” before you could protest Price was on you like a rash, in two moves he had disabled you completely. Both arms behind your back body bent forward. If you weren’t so pissed off this would have been hot, but you knew he meant business an knew he wasn’t joking about not stopping till you pinned him.

*******

It had been about an hour your breath was ragged, the sweat dripping from you, your body ached from being slammed to the ground numerous times by Price his full weight resting on you each time, he didn’t hold back.

Every sly attempt to seduce him or touch him failed and almost always ended up with you on your arse or in a headlock tapping his arm.

“Can’t flirt your way out of a headlock love!”

“How long can you keep this up? Really?” You crouched taking in the few minutes rest. You watched Price from the corner of your eye he circled you like a predator his breathing was deep, though he didn’t look half as worn out as you did, if anything he looked virile, rejuvenated what was he getting out of this? He crouched in front of you a smirk planted across his face.

“You know me Tank I can go all night…”

His smug words had you grabbing at his arm to attempt a throw but instead he pulled you back into him your back pressed to his chest your own arm locking you in place.

“Nearly…” He chuckled in your ear, he knew it enraged you. He knew you were getting ratty now like a toddler that had been deprived of an afternoon nap. You bucked back into him trying and failing to throw him over. His laugh only get louder.

Ghost was silent in the corner, he had watching in awe as the two of you had fought. Watched as your bodies collided and crashed into one another. He watched as if in slow motion you bare and snap your teeth at Price who only returned the aggression in the form or a smirk. It was like a dance and Ghost wanted to cut in.

“Think she’s had enough Price…she’s getting snappy now…literally” Just as he said it you had sunk your teeth into Prices forearm. He kicked your leg out from under you causing you to drop down releasing his arm from your bite, Price went down with you repositioning himself so your arms were completely locked behind you.

“Im sick of this shit…” you were struggling against him so much you hadn’t even clocked Ghost now crouched in front of you. His ski mask was up.

He leaned in his lips grazing yours. It took you by surprise but you welcomed him in, Price watched as you let Ghost slip his tongue into your mouth. He felt you ease up but he didn’t release his hold. He liked the control. He pulled you back.

“Tell me what you want Tank?” Price was in your ear. You let out a sigh.

“Ghost…” you knew the answer was a risky one, but he had wound you up. Ghost looked at you a little smirk on his face, but he knew Price was in charge here still.

“Is that right?…fair enough…” Price slowly released his hold. You looked back…there must be a catch surely it wasn’t that easy? But not to look a gift horse in the mouth as soon as your hands were free they flew up to Ghost face, your thumbs running just under the edge of his mask testing your limits, his hands came up to rest on yours.

“Easy tiger haha” Ghost watched Price from the corner of his eye, what was he up to? Price jumped out of the ring and made his way over to his jacket pulling out a cigar and lighter. Really?

Ghost turned his attention back to you, he was going to make the most of this “free rein”. He gently pushed you back so you were lay flat pulling your shorts off in one quick move. Your underwear was soaked. It made him feral the thought of you getting off on being thrown around and pinned by you Captain and Lieutenant.

He lowered his head his mouth just a few inches from your centre making you scream internally, his hand kneading your inner thigh he lifted his head slightly to plant little kisses close to where his hand rested in between each kiss you could feel the faint nip of his teeth, as he got close he used his other hand to gently pull your underwear to the side. His warm breath caused your nerves to spark and fizz. The sight of you laid open for him made his mouth water like a sour sweet had been placed under his tongue. He noticed your hand fidgeting in anticipation so decide to lace his fingers with yours, his much larger hand nearly swallowing yours as he did he slowly licked a stripe up your core, savouring your taste, smoked honey mixed with salt…it drove him insane as he licked and sucked at your slit you could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, as he pushed two fingers inside, you felt your walls clamping down on him and then came the familiar swell in your stomach. You turned your head locking eyes with Price his face mostly distorted by a cloud of thick cigar smoke, but you could just make out his sharp blue eyes.

The thought of Price watching you pushed you over the edge, he didn’t break eye contact as you came.

“Atta girl” the sound of praise from Price flooded your system just like his smoke filled your lungs. Even without touching you he could still cause a stir inside. He still had control. Ghost knew this but he didn’t care, he had you laid out, open for him to explore even if he had to share your attention.

He made his way up your body, taking you in as he did. He almost completely covered you, his body a shield. He had you caged underneath him his arm blocking you from Price’s view. He could see you looking for your Captain, but right now here you were under your Lieutenants command.

“Eyes on me…” he whispered as he undid his pants, pulling his cock out the weight of it resting on your opening. You were pinned under him but you watched his eyes as you managed to roll your hips up into him causing the head of his cock to slip over your clit.

“Fucking HELL” his eyes rolled back as you rolled your hips again for another pass. Ghost couldn’t take it anymore he hooked your legs over his thighs pulling you up as he did supporting you from underneath, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. He fisted his cock angling it at your core you were warm an inviting. You looked at him your eyes glossy an wet, you wanted him inside you here an now and you wanted Price to watch him have you. You both looked down to where you were almost joined.

“Ready?” Ghost drew back he knew from last time he had to take it slow allow you to adjust around him.

“Mhmm” you head felt foggy like the smoke from Prices cigar had clouded it. But the feeling of Ghost entering you cleared the fog like a wave, washing it away suddenly all your senses were filled with Ghost, his body heat, his smell cigarettes and mint all filled you up the feeling of his rough hands gripping your arse as you rocked back down onto him. You held on tight pushing yourself into him chest to chest. He could feel your heart racing he wanted you closer needed you closer if he could he would open his chest an keep you there.

His thrusts became rampant, rutting up into you the sounds echoing across the gym. Ghost could feel himself getting close an could tell you were as well by how your walls clung to him reluctant to let him pull out even an inch.

“Cum for me…” he lowered you back down onto the floor of the ring his pace only slowing slightly your legs still wrapped around his waist.

You felt the spring in your stomach coil up tight as Ghost buried his face in your neck.

“Are you gonna be a good girl an cum for your Lieutenant” he growled through gritted teeth into your neck. You turned you head to allow him to get deeper into your clavicle. As your eyes fluttered open you noticed Price was sat closer to the ring slouched and legs spread, cigar still in his mouth puffing away. A smirk on his face was he enjoying this? He knew you were looking for him, knew you needed to know he was watching you. He knew you needed his nod of approval to say you could be a good girl an cum and there it was subtle but it was there. You allowed yourself to fully be devoured by Ghost and swallowed whole, you took all of him in every nerve ending was alight and screaming his name an he knew it he could feel the difference in you, Ghost wanted to give you all of him willed you to take it he only asked for a fraction of you in return as he knew he could never have all of you but for a split second as he glanced down at you he felt like he did.

You both came at the same time you could feel the hot ropes of cum filling you as your bodies eased up. Your panting an moans filled the gym hall. Both trying to catch your breath a haze of lust and body heat surrounded you. Then out of the haze came Prices voice

“Hurry up an hit the showers, you still haven’t pinned me yet Tank…so don’t be thinking we are done for the night…”

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tasteofthedivine93 · 7 months

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Speechless (18+) 🌶️🌶️ - COD Fanfic

TasteOfTheDivine // Masterlist

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53875747 Rating: Mature 18+ (MDNI) Category: F/M Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Relationships: John Price (Call of Duty)/Reader // John Price (Call of Duty) & Reader

Warnings: None Words: 5,298

Summary:

Price decides to return the favour.

Notes:

Somewhat a part 2 to Hands All Over. You don't need to read it before this, summary; you give Price a handjob in the common room. However, it would be nice if you did read it. I might continue this as a series but all stand-alone one-shots. Not beta-read as I have no friends. I do struggle with tenses so apologies. Comments are WELCOME, please tell me of any mistakes. Either way, enjoy the show.

It had taken around a week for what happened between the two of you to fully sink into Price’s mind. Despite his mature age, he was still, deep down, a dumb-founded boy who sometimes doesn’t see the blatantly obvious signs of flirting from a woman.

Price sat in his office, elbows on the desk, hands laced together and resting on his lips. His eyes glazed over as he stared at the wooden door, thinking about you. He could feel his jaw clenched so hard that his teeth could shatter. Keeping his breathing slow and steady as if about to take a sniper's shot, he might as well have been shot in the chest himself. The growing warmth in his sternum burnt just as much as a real bullet.

He shut his eyes slowly. He swears he can still feel your soft hand around his cock, pumping slowly. The warmth of your breath in his ear, your gentle kisses on his neck. Despite things seeming “normal” on base, he’s churning on the inside of what to do with you. He knows he should be professional and just move on - take it as a team-mate just helping out another teammate, that's it. But something inside truly believes you want more.

It took all the strength he had left after his climax not to go chasing after you when you left the common room. The last whispers of offering to help him clean up made his chest pang, he politely declined in his post-nut clarity and sat there dumbfounded. Instead, once you left, he calmly left to shower, change and clean out the stain in his boxers.

After that, you both continued as normal, pretending you didn’t jerk him off in public, with your team members feet away. But you knew you had even the tiniest effect on him as he did occasionally blush when you “offered a hand”. Even you couldn’t hide the smirk on your lips at that. You little minx.

He’d taken in the way you’d tap his knee and arms, bouncing around him like a puppy, bending over and showing off your round ass to him, always wanting to sit next to him at meetings and on ex-fil. Had he been that blind?

Shaking his head, he knows he can’t start something he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t, no, wouldn’t start something. But god you were intoxicating. He would be lying if he hadn't thought about taking your perky breasts in his mouth, kissing your stomach, licking you till you were a squirming mess from just his tongue.

He is a warm-blooded man after all, but he knew his place, his position of power - but something inside him changed that day you dominated him. The feeling of your hand tight on his mouth, around his neck, the way you controlled him so easily and how fast he melted under your touch. At first, he took it as just general exhaustion, being extremely touch-starved, but then he started to think about you more and more.

Letting out a strong huff from his nose, he rose from his desk, chair flying behind him into the bookshelves making it rattle. With haste he pulls open his office door, feeling his muscles tense up he storms down the hallway to the infamous common room. He can already hear your laughter echoing down the hall, your infectious laugh that made his cock twitch. He lets out another grunt in frustration and slams his hand onto the door frame with force. Standing wide in the doorway, his eyes scan the room till they lock onto you - he felt his stomach flip as your smile lit up the room. However, his face remained scowling.

Looking over, you see Price in the doorway, glaring as if he could punch through the wall. His shoulders rounded, arms tensing by his sides. You felt a mixture of arousal but also a twinge of fear you’d actually fucked up and your smile drops quickly.

He points sharply at you, breathing in deep, chest rising and falling.

Shit.

“You. My Office. Now.” He bellows into the room so deep you swore you felt the vibrations all the way on the other side of the room.

Soap and Gaz, who were sitting next to you, both snapped their heads up at Price’s command, the laughter between the three of you turned to silence. You feel as if a weight was just placed on your shoulders as Price continues to stare you down, waiting for you to stand and follow him. But even now, your legs stop. He’s yelled at you before, countless times and it’s never affected you, even when you know you were in the wrong. This was something else.

You dry swallow and never let your eyes turn away from his sharp blue orbs, heck you even swore you didn’t blink, scared of breaking eye contact for even a second.

Out the corners of your peripheral you see Soap and Gaz snap their heads to you, looking with confusion. All you can do is obey slowly rising from your seat and carefully walk over to your Captain, eyes never leaving his.

“Captain,” you say with a stern voice. He turns away from you, finally breaking that stomach churning gaze. He marches down the hall, heavy combat boots stomping against the linoleum tiles. Each stomp pounding in the same speed as your heart.

For the first time in years, Price is making you nervous.

You follow along on his heels, hands behind your back and posture upright, a model soldier. Your exterior is stern and stoic but your insides are mush. You both finally reach his office door, he grabs the handle and pushes the door open, it bangs against the wall inside.

He doesn’t look at you and you don’t look at him;

“In,” he commands. You don’t even tell your feet to move, they do so automatically. You enter the dark room, lingering smell of cigars still cloying to the air making it stale and slightly harder to breath, or it’s just your chest tightening from fear.

You stand before the desk, legs apart, hands still firm behind your back and you raise your chin up and stare at the bookcase behind his chair. You quickly scan over the desk to see a messy pile of paperwork, a few empty cups of tea or coffee and a blunt cigar butt in the ashtray at the side.

Once you hear him shut the door, no, lock the door behind you, you feel a small layer of sweat bead on your lower back and brow. He doesn’t go to sit at his desk or even stand in front of you. You feel him looming menacingly behind you, his breath on the top of your head. You hear the rustling of fabric, you guess he’s folded his arms.

It feels as if you both stand in silence for hours, him just breathing down your neck, watching you internally squirm at the quietness of the room. You know it’s protocol to wait for him to begin and not speak out of turn but the silence is deafening and you cannot stand it anymore. You breathe deep through your nose and open your mouth.

“Don’t speak till I tell you to,” He rumbles, low and deep. “Understood?”

Snapping your mouth shut, you slowly turn your head slightly to face him, trying to catch him out of your peripheral vision but his hand grabs the top of your head, turning it back to face forward.

“Do you understand, sergeant?” He hisses again.

You dry swallow again, nodding slowly.

“Good,” He steps a little closer to you, and you can feel his body heat radiating onto your back. You subconsciously arch your spine a little, hoping to press your ass into his crotch and tease him but instead you feel him lean down, pressing his lips close to your ear. The closeness overwhelms your senses and you feel your nipples harden, a shiver rolls down your neck but you remain stationary, eyes fixated on a red book in the middle of the bookshelf you stare at.

“We need to talk about the other week.” You can’t help but smirk at the memory. Grateful he cannot see your face. It takes all your power to not let out a huff of air from your nose.

“You, you little minx, haven’t left my head since that day.” His breath was hot on the shell of your ear, a hint of woody cigar smoke vapours into your nose and you feel yourself shudder, biting at the flesh inside your cheek.

“And I decided that to keep the morale between the team up. I think I should return the favour.” He chuckles into your ear, lips barely grazing the soft skin. “You know, tit for tat. Call us even.”

You feel your blood run cold and a tingle run down your spine. Your eyes widen and you turn your head to the side again, wanting to look at him, to see if he is serious. Instead, his hand grabs the back of your head again, turning you to face forward.

“Eyes forward, soldier.” He says sharply.

Stepping back, you feel his body heat disappear. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and stood there patiently. You so desperately want to speak up, break this charade of captain and sergeant and ask him if he’s being serious. But some sense of pride keeps you muted, waiting for permission to speak. Despite you being the dominating one during your previous entanglement in the common room, you’ve always had a bit of a kink for being dominated.

“However, I need to make sure I’m not overstepping.” You hear him shuffle on his feet behind you. “But we both know I’m not.”

Suddenly you feel the tickling sensation of a finger gliding down your spine, making you arch your back again and push out your chest, somewhat involuntary. You let out a small whimper at his touch that almost tickles. You feel your cheeks grow warm and your knees fall weak.

You hear him chuckle, that once confident side of you is melting away, your stomach continues to flutter with butterflies. For a second you thought you were dreaming, that this wasn’t actually happening, but it was, a dream come true. However you felt a shock of fear in the back of your mind that from now on, everything between the two of you will change. Before, you were just teasing, but this feels like the start of something permanent.

Trailing his finger back up your spine and watches as you arch that pretty back of yours, your hips thrusting backwards and making your ass curve deliciously and he drinks you in. Price places his hands on your arms, gently rubbing his calloused but strong hands down your sleeves and back up and squeezing your shoulders.

Dropping your once tense shoulders, encouraging him to continue, that you’re not scared anymore. He gently glides his hands back down your arms till they reach your wrists still perfectly poised at your lower back. You unclasp your hands, letting Price take hold of them and gently placing them on the desk in front of you. Your palms appreciating the cool wood from the desk.

He leans over again, lips touching your ear;

“Hands on the desk, no moving. Or I’ll punish you.” He mutters, his words going straight to your core, making your cunt flutter and your clit twitch. His arms envelope around you, holding your hands on his desk, his chest flush with your back now.

You start to feel him slowly grind against your ass, his slightly hardened cock pressing into the seam of your ass.

You let out a whimper at the feeling, he never said anything about noises, just no words. He chuckles again.

“Like that, don’t ch’a?” He slowly draws a line with his finger up your arm, across your collarbone, till his hand cups around your throat causing your chin to tilt upwards. You feel his warm cheek pressing against yours, his beard slightly tickling your sensitive skin.

“I’m going to ruin you, you little minx” He grunts, his other hand snakes around your waist pulling you closer into him, his intoxicating body heat warming your back. You ever so slowly raise your hand from the desk, fingertips barely touching the wood, unfortunately for you, Price’s eagle-eyes saw the movement and he tuts.

“I said,” he hisses, tugging your jaw upwards, lips nearly gazing against your cheek. You gasp at his sudden movements and he removes his grip on your throat. Before you could even process your misconduct, you feel a flash of hot white strike over your backside, Price spanking you through your trousers. The sound of the slap echoes around the room, anyone nearby would have heard the crack. You let out a strangled and breathless moan at the pain, planting your hands back firmly on the desk.

“You always disobey my orders don’t you, love?” He states calmly.

You want to retort badly, he knows you’d just love to run off your mouth at him, join in with the flirting but you don’t dare, another whimper cracks in your throat. You can feel your panties getting soaked, your core is burning hot and demanding to be touched. You swear your legs are starting to shake already and you’re learning more about yourself each second he touches you.

Price returns flush against your back, hand carefully at your throat again, squeezing a little harder this time - his other hand plants firm on your stomach, pulling you into him. You feel him fully hard in his trousers now, grinding his heavy girthy cock into your ass. You dare to fight him over who’s the one taking the lead right now and you slowly grind into him, the pressure on his cock causes him to get out a grunt that vibrates from his chest into your back.

A rough hand squeezes the sides of your throat a little more, not enough to bruise but enough for your head to start swimming. Price continues to grind his hardened member into your ass, grunting at each little thrust, the pair of you wishing he was really fucking you, instead of dry humping like two hormone riddled teenagers.

His fingers tug at your t-shirt, untucking the fabric from the waistband of your trousers, his palm skin to skin on your stomach. His rough hands finger and squeeze at your flesh, as if trying to pull you apart. He releases the grip on your neck and you feel your brain flooded with blood again, you tilt your head back and feel it resting on the man's shoulder.

His breathing is much deeper, small sharp inhales warm your ear as he continues to rut against you. His hands are still pawing at you, now moving higher under your shirt, letting his fingers gently glide over your bra strap, teasing. You whimper, the only way you can tell him to continue. Your stomach flutters and another tingling shock flashes through your clit.

With haste and no precision, Price squeezes your tit through the material, kneading your mounds like dough. In appreciation, you press your ass back into his cock, wordlessly begging him to keep going. Snaking his hand to the other breast, dipping inside the cup, fingers grazing your hardened nipple. You let out a hiss. He lets out another chuckle.

Tilting his head down, he kisses the groove of your neck below his fingers. Tender and passionate kisses that make you shiver. He continues a small trail down the exposed flesh, letting his tongue taste your salty skin, the tip drawing circles on the dermis. All the while his fingers still tenderise your breast, until returning to the stiffened peak, he pinches your nipple hard with his thumb and forefinger.

“Fuck!” You hiss out, pulling your lower lip with your teeth, biting the skin. You had not comprehended that you spoke until you felt that familiar white-hot on your ass again. Price removes his hand from your chest and strikes you. The crack sounded louder this time and the stinging in your flesh tells you he must have used more force.

“You need to learn to shut that pretty mouth of yours. Disobey my orders again, and I won’t let you finish.”

Slowly you let your eyes squeeze shut, tears forming on the outer corners from the sting on your ass. You try to nod but remain restricted by Price’s firm hold on your neck. You suck your lower lip into your mouth and clamp down on the flesh. Equally, your wrists begin to ache from the pressure of holding yourself still on the desk, the muscles shaking slightly.

Price returns his hand up your shirt and paws again at your breast, rolling your sensitive nipple between his fingers, pinching at the flesh. The feeling shoots warmth down your spine and into your clit, more arousal pools into your panties making a sticky mess to your lips.

The sound of Price’s grunts and your gentle moans fill the empty silence, until he removes his hold on your neck and chest, stepping away from you. You whimper at the loss of contact. Instead, you feel Price’s hands drag down your waist, your hips and over your ass, still sore from his previous strikes. He squeezes the plump flesh and you hear him drop slowly to his knees behind you.

You suck in a small breath, nails scratching into the desk and gently arching your hips at him, practically presenting yourself to him like a bitch in heat. He lets out a groan and fingers the hem, reaching around to undo the button that opens with a pop.

His thick fingers gently tug down the fabric revealing your perky ass in a black laced thong barely covering your cheeks. He lets out a gentle “fucking hell” at the sight of you. Pulling the fabric down around your knees, he pats your thighs to spread your legs as wide as they go. You let out a sigh in anticipation of his next move. Placing both his hands onto your pink ass cheeks, he begins kneading the supple flesh under his calloused palms and fingers.

“Bend over for me, love. Chest on the desk.”

Eagerly you automatically follow his orders, leaning over slowly, gliding your palms over the smooth mahogany wood, pushing papers out of the way carefully, till your breasts squished against the desk. The pressure on your nipples sends a shock wave straight to your clit and you let out a small moan, still tender and swollen. Price continues to knead at your ass, fingertips gently toying with the lacy hem of your underwear. However now bent over your pussy was more on display for him, his face inches away from your sopping wet cunt. He lets out another devilish chuckle at the sight of you before him.

You turn your head over your shoulder to try and get a look at him, but he slaps your ass again at your disobedience. You let out a frustrated grunt, wanting to tear him a new one but equally beg him to fuck you, lick you, touch you, moan is name over and over.

Letting out a small sigh, you bask in the attention you’re so beautifully getting instead. You are, very much, appreciative to have your Captain slotted under your ass, but you so need his thick heavy cock inside you. Your blissful thoughts are suddenly interrupted when Price slowly glides a finger across your sensitive clothed cunt. You squirm at the touch, he was moving painfully slow. He swipes up and down the seam of your cunt a few times, feeling the wetness soaking through your thin panties. You felt like he was worshipping you, carving a piece of art from marble.

Without even saying a word, he replaces his fingers with his lips, kissing the fabric gently. You knew in his unspoken words he’s saying “this is mine now”. Pressing your flushed cheek against the cool wood, you feel a small drop of drool at the corner of your lips. There’s another spark inside your core, shooting to your nipples and down into your aching clit. Needing more, you slowly push your hips back into his face, letting out a whimper.

He taps at your ass this time, not enough to sting but enough to force your hips back forward.

“You’re a cheeky thing aren’t ya? No patience.” He squeezes at your ass, soothing the sore skin.

Fingers toy at the hem of your underwear, fingertips teasing the forbidden skin of your hips, slowly he drags the fabric over your hips, the curve of your ass and down your thighs - the cold air against your now exposed cunt was heavenly. Your body was boiling hot with lust and desire you thought you would combust at any moment.

You hear Price suck at his teeth.

“What a pretty sight, eh?” He grabs your ass cheeks again, thumbing the sides of your puffy outer lips to pull them apart like a peach, exposing more of your glistening cunt to him.

“So wet for me, love?” You hate that he's asking you all these questions and you’re unable to respond. You whimper instead, nodding your head against the desk. You press your chest against the wood, providing your neglected nipples with some stimulation, causing you to arch your back even further, borderline painful, but giving Prince more of your cunt to admire.

If you were just a few inches closer to the desk, you could easily rub your swollen clit on the edge of the table, providing that relief Price is teasing you with. Instead he holds you steady, still pawing at your ass, spreading you open for him.

You grunt at him, fingers clawing into the desk but keeping palms flat and following his orders, even though he couldn’t see from this delicious angle.

“Oh sweet thing, I need to savour this.” He beams at himself. His cock was painfully hard in his trousers as evidence of his lust towards you, tip leaking pre-cum into his boxers but this, he reminded himself, was all about you. Despite still ordering you around, he knew this was something you craved, the way you wiggle your hips at him, beckoning him to touch you.

You lie on the desk waiting, breathing slowly, anticipating his next move. When you feel his fingertip glide on your exposed cunt from dripping hole down to your clit, pulling apart your lips like a seam.

The movement is painfully slow, it tickles, you jerk your hips when you feel him poking at your entrance, teasing your hole. Using his middle finger, he gently presses his fingertip into you, already feeling you clamp down around him. You let out a moan, biting your lower lip harder than before. You want to push back onto him, get him inside you now but his other hand slaps your other cheek before you could move. He knows you so well already.

“Not yet, sweet-thing,” he breaks the silence between the pair of you.

He continues down your slit to your clit, gently rubbing your swollen nub. Your hips jerk, primal moans escape your throat - god you could come right now you're so over sensitive. He circles your clit a few times, listening to the sounds of your beautiful moans. He could feel the bud slightly grow and become hardened under his touch. You shut your eyes and let your brain record every second, you needed to remember the touch of his fingers again and again.

Your eyes roll into your head and your spine tingles when you suddenly feel hot breath coating your dripping cunt. Price latches onto your puffy cunt, tongue flat and wide - slowly licking up from your clit to your hole. Hands holding your hips in a vice grip, you know his fingertips will leave bruises tomorrow, a badge of honour you can admire.

Involuntary, you ball your fingers into a fist on reflex at the invasion of his tongue on you. Nails digging into the flesh of your palms leaving half moon crescents in the skin. You knew you just broke the rules, but Price was too distracted to care now, he continued to lap at your core, the tip flicking at your clit. Price palms at himself as he devours your pretty cunt, relieving some of the strain, he wants nothing more to fuck you or pump himself to compleation but right now, he wants to keep all his focus on you. He can sort himself out later.

Cheeks turn pink, you cannot fathom the lewd act, you felt so exposed, your Captain of all men is licking your juices straight from the source. No dream or fantasy could ever imagine how he’s making you feel. Your body shivers as he gently laps at your clit, the tip circling around the swollen bud. You wish you could see him, his eyes closed as he drinks from your core, looking blissed out as he laps at you with such fervour. Lips glistening with your slick, coating his beard darkening the hairs that equally tickle your inner thighs.

A warmth grows in your hips at the thought, you start to pant and feel drool leak out of your mouth. You’ve never felt such pleasure, he’s working your body like he’s made for it. He removes his mouth from your clit and moves his fingers up the centre and teases your hole again. This time, without warning, he shoves a single digit deep inside you, the squelching sound of your juices was lewd and yet erotic.

Your head snaps back at the invasion, he felt so big and yet he only used one finger. He was knuckle deep inside you, pumping the digit in and out of you, your walls flutter around him. Each movement grazed against that spongy spot inside you that made your heart skip a beat and clit pulse in time with his movements. A whimper shakes over your body, you feel so close.

Another “fuck” echoes the room as you clench down on the single finger. You know how thick Price is and you worry he will break you in two, spit you open, and yet his one finger is enough to make you feel full. He pulls out and circles your entrance with two fingers, gently re-entering your core.

He fucks you with his fingers perfectly, feeling full and ready to burst. He curves his fingers down and pushes against the front of your walls, massaging your spot, you swear you saw stars. Warmth covers your clit again as he laps at you once more. The tip flicking delicately under the hood and caressing that sensitive spot, making you squirm. Your heart flutters at wanting to see him, wanting to watch him lick you and finger fuck your cunt. Your heart wanted him to hear your moans, call his name, you felt drunk on your own desire. But you still obeyed, palms still flat on the desk.

Shaking his head, tongue sliding quickly over your clit, coating you with his saliva, both your fluids mixing beautifully and dripping down your thighs. You squeak at the pleasure, the knot in your stomach growing tighter each second, bringing you closer to your orgasm. He can tell you’re close, the pitch of your whimpers, how your legs are starting to shake. He pumps his fingers in and out of you faster, tongue flicking your clit. Your breathing picks up as the band in your stomach tightens beyond any feeling you’ve felt.

“Yes… yes… y-es… fuck… Price… Please…” you babble at him, you don’t care about his rules and orders, you needed him to hear you moan his name, beg him to not stop. You feel his teeth graze your clit as he chuckles into your pussy, tongue still flicking at your pulsating clit. You didnt expect to orgasm so quickly, but you were very turned on and his fingers were like magic. Your walls flutter and you hold your breath, causing your lungs to burn. Sweat coats your brow and back.

“Come for me,” he commands.

As on queue, your walls clench down on his fingers inside you, your back arches and you let out a strangled cry. Your orgasm washes over you with such force you swear you pass out for a second. Despite your climax, Price continues to pump into you and lap at the stiffened bud, drawing your orgasm out for as long as possible. More juices coat his fingers and drip onto your thighs, the squelching noises make you feel embarrassed for a moment.

You ride out the wave of your high and Price pulls out his fingers, sucking them clean as you hear the pop as he pulls them out of his mouth. You’ve never felt so empty, your walls still pulsating and your clit twitching, you continue to pant as a small bead of sweat drips down your temple. You try to hide your face, pressing your forehead onto the desk, a small patch of condensation grows on the polished surface under you from your hot heavy pants.

Shutting your eyes, you hear Price stand behind you. His warm and wet hands knead at your ass again and he gives you one final spank, causing your cunt to flutter one last time. He chuckles again at the sight of you. You thought you probably looked horrific, hair a mess, cheeks (both of them) red and flushed, your thighs and pussy obscenely wet and puffy. Yet you don't move till given the order.

Instead, Price walks around you and sits at his desk, pulling the tossed aside chair and he sits down with a thud. You raise your head from the desk to look at him, eyes half closed and blown out. You look at him, his lips and beard are shimmering from your juices. He runs his hands over his beard, cleaning himself up a little but licks his lips once more - taking in the last taste of you. You wordlessly plead with him to let you go, mewling at him. Instead, he leans back, fingers locked and placed on his stomach, you see the outline of his cock against the fabric trying to break free.

He smirks at you, savouring your afterglow, taking mental pictures. Your dazed face, parted swollen lips, line of drool from your mouth down the side of your cheek, half-open eyes.

“You’re dismissed, sergeant.” He speaks so low and softly as if he didn’t just give you the best orgasm of your life. As if he’s just sat with you and discussed a mission, so calm and tender. You push up off the desk, reaching down to pull up your soaked panties and trousers, you keep your eyes on him just as before. You wipe away a small bead of drool from the corner of your mouth and nod at him.

“Thank you, sir” you croak, throat irritatingly dry from your continued panting. You turn on your heels and reach for the door handle, unlocking it and opening it with force. A cool breeze cools your face, the scent of cheap disinfectant burns your nose and you realise the room smells of you and your arousal, sweet and pungent. You shiver before stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind you.

Inside Price watches as you walk away, eyes fixed on your perky ass that moments ago was his to abuse. Once alone, he palms his hard cock and grunts before stepping out of the office towards the showers.

Notes:

I started this on a whim, I have about 3 other fics I'm working on (SoapxReader and SoapxPricexReader oo-er, but in their own worlds) I would LOVE to continue their little romp, I love this "character", cocky, a bit of a dom over Price, but they battle it out. I love a good slow burn.

#divinewrites #divine writes #tasteofthedivine #call of duty #captain john price #john price #fanfic #price x reader #captain price x reader #captain john price x reader #mw2 #mw3 #cod fanfic #just filth #forgive me for i have sinned

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obey-me-mammon-lover69 · 2 years

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im kinda in the mood for angst 😤😤 if u could can i request the demon bros reacting to mc askin " why are you so mean to me" whether they make up or not its up to u

i just started obey me and some of the stuff the bros say get my feelings HURT ajajakkq

Angst is my bread and butter!! This will be fun for me...not for the boys. XD

I tried to make what they’re being mean about sorta vague??

Honestly, I don’t rlly like how this came out, but I don’t like anything I write so maybe it's just me. I feel I’m missing something...

GN! MC

Warning: Angst

LUCIFER:

“Why are you so mean to me?” Lucifer froze for a moment when those words left your lips, before quickly brushing them off. He’s a prideful man to a fault obviously. It isn't till hours later that the words start to sink in, he at first assumed you were just being a brat at first but after that, you had refused to talk to him for the rest of the day and it was only now, he was considering if he truly was being a bit to mean to you? No... no...it is the human that is wrong...but his brain continues to nag to him.

How he apologizes: In a very subtle manner that makes it obvious that he still thinks he’s not fully in the wrong but wants you to stop ignoring him. He gives you a stuffed animal and a letter detailing what had occurred and how he maybe, just maybe...was a bit mean. If you accept that is up to you.

MAMMON:

“Why are you so mean to me?” This hits Mammon hard, he immediately devolves into stutters and frantically tries to go back on whatever he said. Most likely call you names such as, 'stupid human' honestly. He knows how it feels to be called names all the time and for people mainly his brothers to be mean to him, and he feels really bad especially if you two have a close relationship.

How he apologizes: Actually does say that he's sorry, and tries to butter you up with gifts he can't afford. He's still a massive tsundere about it tho, "All these gifts don't mean nothin' alright?! I just feel bad is all..."

LEVIATHAN:

“Why are you so mean to me?” Chokes on his drink and immediately start fumbling with his words. He completely devolves into degrading himself, calling himself worthless and a filthy otaku who ruined his friendship because he's so horrible. He cannot take the fact he might be mean...even if he sorta is.

How he apologizes: He doesn't. He just degrades himself so badly you eventually kinda just start to feel bad. Though that doesn't mean you have to accept that apology at all. If degrading himself doesn't work he starts trying to just act like nothing is wrong, but then he starts degrading himself again its a cycle...

ASMODEUS:

“Why are you so mean to me?” Nearly pokes his eye out with eyeliner. He apologizes instantly, but it's not a good one, to be honest. It's something along the lines of, "Oh honey, I meant nothing by it. I'm sorry. Anyways-" Just brushes right past it. He probably doesn't even really think he's being mean. It isn't till you start ignoring him that it gets him...

How he apologizes: Goes all out, a luxury spa day, gifts galore, praise and everything. He desperately desires attention and for people to like him, but the opinion he ultimately cares about the most is yours.

SATAN:

“Why are you so mean to me?” Breaks a glass in his hands instantly. Him, mean? Do you have any idea how much meaner he could be? Takes a deep breath and apologize for any actions you may have perceived as rude. That's right, perceived. He does not admit that he may have actually been mean.

How he apologizes: That's it, that's his apology. It isn't until he considers how prideful and Lucifer-like he's acting that he genuinely reflects and apologizes for his actions. He thinks his words should be enough, so he doesn't shower you with gifts like his brothers as an apology.

BEELZEBUB:

“Why are you so mean to me?” Does not let this stop him from swallowing a massive burger whole like a snake. Apologizes immediately for making you feel unwelcome and offers you a single fry from his food. Only one. Honestly the sweetest boy tbh, just goes, "Oh my bad. I'm sorry." And goes on with his day.

How he apologizes: Though he brushed it off at first and apologized, he still feels bad and continues to apologize over the next few days. Ends up giving you bites of his own food even more often than usual because he feels bad.

BELPHEGOR:

“Why are you so mean to me?” Laughs. He is not as sweet as his twin. He thought you were joking with him at first and brushed it off because he never considered that he may be a little mean. I mean he can be ALOT meaner, and he knows you know that given what happened between you two...He does not apologize until you start withholding cuddles because you're angry with him.

How he apologizes: Basically says, "I'm sorry. Can I have cuddles back now?" Tries to find out what he did wrong, and ultimately tries to change how he acts to not be mean to you. Though he struggles because he's very sarcastic and sometimes comes off as very mean.

#Mine #Obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me Lucifer #obey me Mammon #obey me Leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me angst

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horrorjunki3 · 1 year

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Can you do the sawyer brothers when their S/O falls to the ground and starts having a seizure? (Plz include Drayton because I'm a simp)

Sawyers reacting to they're S/O falling and having a Seizure

An: lmao don't worry im such a simp for Drayton -> choptops mentioned in all of these lmao sorry

Warnings: sad boys, seizures, mentions of war training -> dissociation and mental illness

Drayton Sawyer

Parental instics activated - he'll jump striaght into action while everyone's panicking -> at first he just things your fainting bc of the heat so hell catch you and lay you down ready to bark orders at his younger siblings until you start shaking then he freezes -> he doesn't really know what to do till he gets yelled intrustctions (curiosity of choptop)

He'll make sure you don't bite your tounge and keep your head in his lap until it's stopped -> his so worried the whole time

The whole house kinda go silent no one dares annoy Drayton whole his sweethearts hurtin'

Infact all the boys kinda stick close to you afterwards always ready to catch you and help ya -> pays to be they're "other parent" you've got a mino army of crazies to help at the touch of a button

Afterwards Drayton will lecture you and ask if this is common -> he'll ask what he should do and like this man's is taking notes!!

He'll make you food -> fully believes a hardy soup can sure anything!

Choptop Sawyer

"Fallin' for me sugar?"

At first he assumes you've just tripped until he doesn't hear your giggle to his flirting then his worried

Whips his head around and is striaght inro action -> again his training in the army kicks in he kinda shuts all his emotions off and just goes on autopilot -> he can't bear to think about what'll happen if this ends badly

He rolls you into the best position and makes sure you don't bite your tounge, hit or head or anything like that -> he'll stay until the sizeures settled then jump into giving you water and bandaging you up

It's crazy the shift in Chop when your hurt he goes from goofy, crazy hippie to stone cold in seconds ordering Nubbins and Drayton around -> his training really kicks in

He won't lecture you like his older brother but he'll wanna know if it's common and how to avoid it

He won't leave your side for the rest of The day -> keeps his arm around your waist for good measure so you don't fall and harm your head

Nubbins Sawyer

He doesn't pick up on you even falling at first -> his rambling about his Camera and pics of you but once he realises he panics -> drops everything and rushes to you

He knows enough to giuide your head inro his lap to stop from harming your head but his feverishly screaming for Chop -> ( as soon as Chop hears twin screaming he'll be there in seconds ♡ )

Chop will calmly tell Nubbins what to do and sit comforting him until you do -> once you've stopped he just pats your head and walks away

Poor Nubbbins is a stuttering worried mess, his got tears down his cheeks and can hardly even get words out "y-y-you sc-a-a-red m-m-me" :(

His like a dotting puppy for the rest of the day constantly running to chop to ask questions and following you around

"Is my camera bad? I can turn flash of sweet thin'" -> he doenst wanna trigger a seizure

Asks so many questions and is your lil shadow for the rest of the day - you wanna go shower? To bad his following - and besides how could he not follow ya? *click aggressively shakes picture*

He'll have you sit in his lap and pamper you he was so scared!

Bubba Sawyer

As soon as you drop a sea of panic squeals leaves them -> this'll cause a rush of footsteps and the boys bursting in!!

Chop again is the one that jumps into action he'll tell Bubba to put your head on his thighs and encoruage them to softly stroke your hair to calm down while he goes about helping ya' can't have his new sibling dying on him can he?

Bubba silently squeals and whimpers while there's orders being thrown around :(

Once you've come to he'll pull you into they're chest and just hold you

They'll make you chop and Drayton tell them what to do next time and will prepare for it!

Lots of cuddles and checking if your okay from them

They'll kiss you on the head and whimper while you tell them you okay -> he was so scared!!

#slasher simp #slasher x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #chop top sawyer #nubbins sawyer #robert sawyer #chop top x reader #bubba sawyer #nubbins x reader #leatherface x reader #drayton sawyer x reader

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firerose18991 · 1 year

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Just Bimby Things Prt. 2

Prt. 1

Minors DNI

Megumi x bimbo!Reader

Info: jujutsu kaisen, bisexual themes for reader, bimbo! reader, party/ alcohol use, multipart fic, Written with black readers in mind, Smut

A/N: HVAC repairman megumi(itadori and nobara), interior decorator reader, used their surnames and first name interchangeably, 18+ characters, not proofread (sorry lol)

Wed cnt: 1,478

The breakfast cart arrived and Yuji served everyone what they had wanted. By now you had recovered and Kugisaki was…conscious and eating slowly. Megumi had finally surrendered his cool façade and enjoyed the presence of his friends. He even let you sit on his lap again to make more room for Kugusaki to sprawl out on the bed.

"Megumi, can I try the potatoes?" You asked eating your pancakes.

The two of you had your plates sandwiched between your bodies as you ate.

"Hash browns." he corrected.

"Can I have please? Just a bit." You squirmed I'm his lap.

"Didn't you want pancakes?" He treated you like so dumb kid.

"I like the potatoes though, but I won't eat all, so I didn't get."

"So you do have a brain." Megumi cut into his hash brown. "I still shouldn't give you any though.".He pushed the piece towards the side of the plate closest to you and pointed with his fork.

"Ahh" you opened your mouth expectantly.

Megumi's brain stopped firing, not fully processing what you expected him to do. When he finally put two and two together he glared and smacked the top of your head.

"Don't demand more of someone you've already inconvenienced." Nonetheless he stabbed the segment of food and brought the food to your mouth.

You giggled as you chewed.

"Jou wanth pahncake". you talked over the food in your mouth.

"Finish chewing." Megumi looked disgusted.

"Be quiet" Kugisaki groaned to both of you as she chewed. "What the hell did Maki put in those drinks?" She put her food to the side and laid back down.

"Kugisaki you drank the least last night, how are you this defeated?" Yuji teased

"I don't know" She cried exhaustedly.

While she was regaining her strength Yuji set up his console to wait out her hangover.

"Here Y/N" he held a controller in your direction.

You looked at it confused before taking it to examen.

"You won't be able to play like this." Megumi said to you.

"I don't wanna move." You pouted.

Megumi rolled his eyes at your childish action.

As you were straddling him your back was to the TV on the opposite side of the room, you pouted as you tried everything to think of a solution.

"You can play for both of us" You smiled excitedly and handed him your controller.

"I'll be your cheerleader."

"Come on, it's no fun with two players.". Yuji complained

"I'm not moving Yuji."

"It's fine she probably would slow the game anyway." Megumi smirked as he looked down at the top of your head to see if he sparked any reaction.. He was instead met by sharp pains on his arm.

"Ugh fuck…did you bite me?!". You giggled into his chest.

"SHUT UP!" Nobara had had enough.

The suit remained quiet(ish) till the early evening. The group decided to finally clean up from the party and watch some movies instead. You still buzzed around Megumi all day. On the couch, in the common area, you held onto his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

Even though Fushiguro wasn't quite used to sharing space with unfamiliar people he found your presence harmless and even leaned into you at times.

By the afternoon you could hear rustling from the boys room.

"I am going to take a shower and then we can start the plans for the day.". Nobara emerged from the boys room only sounding slightly less battered than she did that morning.

"Fucking Finally!!" Yuji boosted from his chest

Yuji jumped up from the couch to get himself prepared. Though you changed no one had showered since the night before and the grime was definitely starting to build.

Yuji was done relatively quickly so you took over their bathroom.

"Megumi, how do you work the shower?" You called in your sing-songy voice from the bathroom.

Megumi rolled his eyes as entered the bathroom to help you.

"C'mon how did you get a job in home improvement if you can't- where are your clothes?"

"I'm getting ready for the shower." You stood in front of him unabashed of the way your chest swayed with each movement.

Fushiguro looked away before he was accused of ogling you. But he couldn't hide the rose tint to his cheeks and prayed he wouldn't need to cover a tent.

"So what do I do?" You peeked around his arm so close your budding nipples pushed against his arm.

Fushiguro took a deep breath and worked to get out of the bathroom before he embarrassed himself. He turned the knob in the shower to warm water.

"How's this?" His voice was almost a whisper.

You reached underneath his arm and used the small of his back to stabilize yourself. You swayed your hand under the water to get a feeling for the temperature.

"It's a little cold." You sighed, reaching your dry arm around his torso.

He turned the knob further to a warm setting. You reached your hand underneath the stream and hummed in satisfaction. Your wet hand slipped back to Fushiguro and left a print on his shirt.

"Sorry, I got your shirt all wet." You moved between him and the shower door to start unbuttoning his shirt.

"It's fine I can change after…." He mumbled as you worked through all the buttons and untucked whatever was left in his pants and took it off of him.

"You can shower with me." You batted your eyes. Your tone was innocent and yet he couldn't tell if it was an offer or a demand.

Fushiguro finally moved his hand to cup the gentle curves of your body and pressed his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss pressing more of yourself against him. The two of you molded into one another, the sounds of water and steam filled the room around you. Almost in your own little world, the two of you forgot the time crunch you were facing.

"(Y/N) can I use some of your cleanser?" Nobara yelled from the hall as she made her way to the boys room.

Fushiguro pulled his lips away from you quickly but you still remained pressed against him.

"You should take your shower." He squeezed out from between you and the wall and left the bathroom just as Nobara entered the bedroom.

"C'mon Fushiguro get ready!" She brushes past him to get to you in the bathroom.

While the two of you got sorted Megumi took the time to get himself ready and sat down to think about what just occurred. A half hour later the gang was all ready to set out.

"Alright everyone, we can't do anything like last night. Can't have you hungover at the checkout tomorrow." Megumi rounded you all into the elevator

"Whatever. I've got two shopping districts we need to hit before we come back. Yuji has two restaurants. (Y/N)....?"

"Oooo there's a bakery I want to go to for cookies. And I want to get some new clothes. And ummm"

"Alright 2 per person. Megumi?" Nobara typed the plans into her phone.

"Just want to hit the pool later."

You all headed to Nobara's first district which contained your bakery and Yuji's restaurant. Nobara really wanted to come for the photo ops but you took the chance to grab everything you could to fill those empty shopping bags of yours. You dragged Megumi along, one of his hands holding your own and his other your bags. Megumi swore he could hear whispers about how cute of a couple the two of you were and he began to take some pride in holding onto you.

The nightlife in the city began to pick up at your final destination. As much as Megumi stressed clean fun, the two of you still ended up carrying Yuji and Nobara back to the hotel. You placed Nobara in Megumi's bed as he put Yuji down in his.

"Uh (Y/N)?" He noticed his bed was now taken.

You skipped over to him and quietly pulled him out of the room and across the suit to your bedroom and locked the door behind. Before he even knew what was going on you were pressing kisses on his face and tugging at his shirt up. Once it was off you pressed your weight to lay him down on the bed. Megumi's hand crept up your thigh pulling your dress just above the hem of your panties.

He tugged at them but your impossible tiny underwear was stuck on the curve of your ass. You hiked a leg up the side of his, he could feel the warmth of your cunt along his abdomen. You wiggled one leg out of your underwear, consequently causing an overflow of your breasts from the top of your dress. You panties hung on the opposite leg and you moved to unzip the back of your skin tight dress.

"Leave it." Megumi leaned up to stop you from removing the dress.

He flipped the position, laying you back, he unzipped the top of his pants and shimmied them down enough to show you what you were working with. Fuck, was it a lot. He teased you entrance a bit, gathering the precum that already gushed out of you. You let out a salacious moan feeling his tip twitch against your clit.

You urged him on using your leg to pull him closer to you. Megumi positions himself between your puffy lips and pushes into the plush pulsating walls.

"Hmmp" he bit his lip to stifle a moan but you couldn't be bothered.

Your voice hit the walls of your throat in soft squeals and he plunged his girth further into you. The satisfying fill reached through your body and he fully sheathed himself. He sucked the flesh of your throat like the sweetest berries in a garden and left you red and blue.

Each thrust left you breathless. He was so careful with you taking care to hit all your nice spots with a special softness. You moved your hips into his perfectly chasing the end of that perfect feeling.

"M' gonna…" you gaped out feeling Megumi hit your sweet spot once more.

You hand snakes down his back lighting his body on fire. He made sure to pump right into that spot that had you leaking onto the bed sheet and squeezing him tight. Your orgasm washed over first, your back pushed down into the bed as you gave him the tightest squeeze of his life. The pulsing almost took the work out of his thrusts and soon he was spilling out into you.

The two of you took the time to cool off before Megumi slipped out. You were already fast asleep, legs still spread from your orgasm and nipples parked from the cool air.

Fushiguro shook his head and turned out the lamp.

A/N: bro said unshakeable character he never said it had to be good

-Fire Rose

Prt 3

#chaos shit #sucking me off #black reader #multi part fic #megumi smut #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen smut #smut #x bimbo!reader #bimbo reader #x reader #fanfic #megumi fic

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lonelywhalien22 · 2 years

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take a break

pairing: seonghwa x reader

rating/genre: fluff, college/school/work au

summary: a warm cup of tea and a break with Seonghwa is just what you need when work becomes overwhelming.

warnings: stress, anxiety, kissing

word count: 1k

song(s) to listen while reading: stone by alessia cara

note: sharing this piece I wrote when college was running me ragged (regular occurrence). I always imagined Seonghwa while writing it for some reason so I hope you enjoy!

You sit at your laptop for the millionth time today, having hopped out of the shower but still in no better of a mood, and certainly not excited to get back to your work. You came over to stay with your boyfriend Seonghwa at his place for the night, promising that you just wanted to finish up one assignment before the two of you could spend the evening together. But after discovering a project deadline that had completely flew under your radar you switched into panic mode. Half an hour turned into two hours and you still didn't see an end to the work in sight. Huffing in frustration, a pout on your face, you think about when the semester will finally be over. A sudden clink sound startles you as a mug of warm tea slides into your view.

"Long day?" you hear Seonghwa say as he gives you a soft smile while pulling a chair up behind you to sit down. He sits on it backwards, so that his front is facing the chair's back and his legs split off onto the chair's sides. You give a sheepish smile at him before looking back towards your laptop on his desk, fingers curling around the warm ceramic as you grab the mug thankfully.

"Yeah. I've just been struggling with this assignment all day and still haven't gotten it done. And now I just feel like I'm falling behind on everything else…I'm just so mentally over it, you know?" As you say the words you still can't look at him directly, afraid that you'll cry if you do. Seonghwa just hums softly, reaching forward to rub your arms slowly before eventually wrapping them around your upper body completely. He scoots his chair closer, laying his head on your shoulder as he stares at your laptop screen for a moment before shifting his attention to your pitiful expression.

"I know you put a lot of pressure on yourself sometimes," Seonghwa starts tentatively, "but you know you don't have to finish everything tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah, I know but it's just so hard to let it go sometimes. I'm just gonna keep thinking about it all night and then tomorrow I'll have to deal with it, which will put me behind on this other project that I haven't even started and I don't even know what I'm doing for that yet and-" Seonghwa sees your spiraling before you can catch it yourself and promptly leans in front of you, kissing the corner of your lips in a swift motion and immediately shutting you up.

"Hey, slow down y/n. Just take it one thing at a time, ok?" he says gently as he takes your chair and rotates it around to face him completely. It's the first time you've taken a moment to look at him fully this evening. His black hair is slightly falling into his eyes from the shower he just took and you finally rest your eyes on his dark orbs. Seonghwa gives you a knowing smirk then, fully aware he has you completely under his trance. This is the exact reason you still shy at looking him directly in the eyes. It feels so intimate and everything's still so new. You still feel those little somersaults in your stomach every time he looks at you.

"How about...you enjoy the tea I made, and give yourself till midnight to work, hm?" Seonghwa's sweet smile returns, giving you a little bit of a break from his charms. "Then promise me you'll stop and come to bed. You can't do any work tomorrow if you're tired either." Finally breaking away from his gaze, you sigh and look down.

"I know, I know…I'll stop at midnight. And I'm sorry I ruined the evening. We were supposed to hang out," you say regretfully. Taking this short break made you realize how much your original plans for coming over had changed. Seonghwa had welcomed you into his place and let you get changed and work undisturbed for hours. Now when you really thought about it you felt guilty.

"You didn't ruin anything, y/n. I'm just happy you came over."

Seonghwa's finger goes under your chin and pulls it back up to face him. He pauses and stares at you for a second, the gears clearly turning in his head before he decides to slowly lean forward and close his eyes, giving you a chance to pull away or stop him if it's too much. But instead you take a breath and close your eyes, staying still, your heart thumping in your chest as Seonghwa tilts his head slightly and finally pushes his lips against yours, pillowy soft and warm. You sigh softly, releasing the breath you've been holding in as his hand reaches for the side of your face, his thumb rubbing across your cheek repetitively. He starts to move his lips slightly, and you follow carefully, caught in his spell. Your hand even begins to creep up his chest slowly, getting caught up in the moment. You feel him smile slightly against your lips, then groan a little as he slows down before completely stopping, pulling away slightly. He stays close though, your noses still touching. You look up at him, eyes wide as you question:

"Did I do something wrong or…?"

"No! No, definitely not. That was amazing," Seonghwa says quickly, rubbing your arm again soothingly, clearly alarmed that you got the wrong idea. "I just...I just don't wanna distract you from your work. But I'm really glad you're feeling more comfortable around me. I know you still get nervous sometimes and I just want to be a source of comfort for you. I hate seeing you stressed."

You can't help but smile shyly at his words. Just being around Seonghwa instantly made you feel calmer. Taking a moment to gather your courage, you nod your head in reassurance to yourself before quickly leaning in and pecking his lips again. You grab his hand, running over it with your thumb. "Thank you. Really. I appreciate you so much."

Now it's his turn to look shocked. Seonghwa quickly gets out of it though, shaking his head a little playfully as he says, "of course. I'll see you in a little bit, ok?"

"Yeah, I'll see you."

#ateez fluff #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa x reader

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pparkjays · 1 year

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waiting

2:22am

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warnings: hard dom!jay, idol!jay (implied), unprotected sex (y/n is on birth clcontrol), fem!reader, squirting, just jay being mean tbh.

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i woke up to the sound of shuffling, lifting my head to see Jay putting down his bags after entering my room.

"Jay?" i whispered groggily, still half asleep.

he looked in my direction and his expression instantly softened. "hey, baby." he whispered as he caressed my cheek in the darkness, me instinctively leaning into his touch. "i'm sorry i woke you up, go back to sleep."

i sat up fully. "what time is it? why'd you take so long...i tried to stay up for you"

he sighed, pulling me closer to him while standing beside the bed. "practice ran way over today...i'm sorry"

"it's fine i just...missed you" i whispered, hugging him close and looking up at him.

he smiled. "it's 2 am...go back to sleep baby, i'll join you soon i just need to shower."

i shook my head, "i'm waiting for you so we can cuddle."

"fine. i'll be quick."

i smiled and let go of him, seeing him turn around to start the shower before he stripped, his toned back muscles obvious as he lifted his shirt above his head.

i bit my lip and got out of bed, the cold air nipping at my skin through the thin nightdress material. "let me help you." i looked up at him as i undid the drawstring on his sweatpants and pulled them down over his boxers. i put my fingers under the waist band of his boxers and he inhaled sharply, me looking up at him innocently as i slowly traced the outline of his dick with my fingernails, before pulling his boxers all the way down. i got on my knees in front of him and looked up innocently.

his eyeborws furrowed as he held my hands together with one hand and pulled me up towards him with the other. i gasped at this and he whispered against my neck. "what are you doing?" he asked.

"i- i just wanted to-" i stuttered against him.

"aren't you tired? we don't have to do this now, okay?"

"i want to. please can i, sir?" i replied, knowing how the title affected him.

he inhaled sharply and pulled me along with him to the bathroom. once we got in he closed the door and pressed me against it, kissing me slowly and sweetly.

his one hand kept mine above my head against the door, while the other toyed with the hem of my pyjama dress.

"take it off." he said, letting my hands go and getting into the shower. i wasted no time pulling it up over my head and following him inside, pussy throbing with anticipation. once we were inside the shower under the hot steam he pushed me against the wall again, attacking my lips with his.

my hands found their way to his exposed cock and he pulled away, me whimpering at the loss of contact.

"no touching, okay baby? i need to shower, so you can't touch till i'm done, understand?"

i whined, "so what, i'm just supposed to stand here and watch you fucking shower?"

i saw something in his eyes change and he grabbed my by the neck, pushing me onto my knees on the shower floor. "yes. you're gonna sit quietly and watch me like a good girl, or are you too fucking dumb to do that simple task?"

i whimpered at his sudden act of dominance and nodded my head.

"words."

"yes sir. i'll be good and wait for you to finish"

"good" he said, letting go of my neck and preceding to shower.

i stayed on my knees, watching him shower for a few minutes before i started getting restless. my pussy was throbbing watching him naked as my mind ran wild thinking of all the things he would to do me when he finished. i snaked my hand downwards to rest on my heat, unintentionally whining at the feeling, causing jay to look my way.

he raised an eyebrow, "didn't i say no touching?" he said as he stepped closer to me, cock in hand.

i quickly retracted my hand. "sorry."

"stand up." he said and i quickly obeyed. he pushed me onto the wall and i whinced, my face and boobs in contact with the cold tiled wall.

i arched my back for him out of instinct and heard him scoff, rubbing his tip over my pussy.

"you're so pathetic. you want it that bad?"

i whined at the feeling, "please."

he moved my hair to the side and put his lips on my neck. "what do you want, baby?"

i moaned, pushing back into his dick. "i want it inside."

i felt him smile on my skin. "i can't put it inside, we don't have a condom."

i whined again. "i'm on the pill, dumbass. just put it in...please!"

he suddenly let go of his cock and grabbed my neck, flipping me around to face him. he slapped me and i gasped, my pussy clenching around nothing. "what the fuck did you just call me?"

"i'm sorry sir."

he growled and lifted my leg, putting it around his hip and immediately thrusting his whole length into me. i screamed at the feeling and felt tears prick my eyes.

"i know you're- fuck" he was interrupted as he groaned "on the pill, i just wanted to be fucking safe. is my baby so dumb she can't even understand that?" jay asked as he started thrusting at a constant pace.

i moaned, unable to speak as tears fell from my eyes. "i- ugh, fuck, jay" i screamed as he thrusted particularly hard into me.

"what? suddenly can't talk?" he said as he slapped me again, before returning his hand to its spot on my neck, the other gripping at my hip.

"i- fuck yes, jay it feels so good!" I groaned as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

"you like that, baby? you fucking slut. so needy for me at this time of night, huh? pathetic."

"Jay, can I please cum I need to cum please please, shit it feels so fucking good oh my god!" strangled moans errupted from me as i clenched around his cock, shaking as he kept drilling into me.

"cum for me like the dirty whore you are." he said as he drilled into me at an inhumane pace.

"fuck! ugh, jay!" I moaned, tears prickling my eyes again, throwing my head back against the cold shower wall.

I clawed at his back at the overstimulation on my sensitive pussy. "fuck, stop, jay it hurts so good"

he grunted against me as he kept going, one of his hands leaving my hips in favour of 2 fingers on my clit. "you have a safeword" he grunted out as he

continued to fuck into me at an insane pace, his fingers rubbing my clit "use it"

he challenged and i shook my head, my eyes rolling back in my skull as i felt my second climax coming.

"where do you want it?"

"inside, please. fuck, Jay i'm gonna-" i started but stopped as i felt my pussy clench as i squirted my juices all over him. "fuck, y/n" he groaned as he quickened his strokes, rolling his hips and stalling as he came inside me as i squirted. my fingernails dug into him at the overwhelming sensation, him groaning at the pain.

he collapsed his head onto my shoulder, catching his breath as his fingers left my clit, going back to my hip while the other held my leg up. we stayed like that for a while, catching our breaths before he let go of my leg and pulled out, me whining at the feeling.

he gently moved me under the water of the shower and helped me wash up. "Jesus, y/n" he said as he saw his cum dripping out of me and the bruises forming around my pussy and on my neck.

"hm?" i whispered, clearly fucked-out and tired.

he turned off the shower and we got out. he helped dry me and put my pyjamas on before he carried me into bed, putting on his boxers and joining me.

"you know i didn't mean any of that stuff i said, right?" he said, stroking my hair as i snuggled into his body.

"mhm" i said, fighting to keep my eyes open just to look at him a while longer. "i liked it."

he smiled. "goodnight, y/n" i heard him say as i drifted off.

#enhypen smut #enhypen #jay #parkjay #jay smut #enhypen jay smut #timestamp #enhypendrabble #enhypen oneshots #kpop #smut #enha smut #enhypen hard hours #jay lark smut #jay park hard hours

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itssxmono · 4 months

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“Is this real?” wlw story.

"I miss you" , She mumbled over the FaceTime call. Rolling over I looked up repeating "I miss you too"

“Why can't you live closer" She said with a slight pout. Sighing lightly I looked her in the eye "I'll come see you soon okay?"

She smiled before rolling over and closing her eyes "Goodnight love"

"Goodnight beautiful" I said softly before continuing to watch TV.

"Today's finally the day love" I told her as I packed up to head to the airport.

"I know, I'm so excited to see you" She exclaimed happily. Laughing I smiled , "I'm leaving now, I'll text you when I make it"

Calming down she replied "Stay safe, see you soon" before ending the call.

"I'm at the airport. Going through security now" Feeling even more nervous the closer I got, I slid my phone back into my pocket as I made it through the airport.

(Time skip)

"I'm at the airport? Have you gotten your bags yet?" She said into the phone as she looked around hoping to spot you.

"I'm coming , I just got them" I said as I made my way to the exit. Walking through the massive wave of people I spotted her.

"Baby turn to the right" I said excited.

Watching her head whip around excitedly I watched as we made eye contact for the first time. Rushing to her as I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her passionately.

"It's so nice to finally meet you baby" I said softly as I tucked my head into her hair. Feeling her squeeze me even tighter in return. I pulled away slightly before mumbling , "Lets get out of here"

Smiling widely we made our way out of the airport and to her car.

(Time skip)

"I'm going to take a shower really quickly" She said before getting out of the bed and heading into the bathroom. Watching her leave I laid back down and scrolled on my phone.

I looked up as I heard the door open quietly.

"Hi baby" She said softly as she stood before me in a set of underwear.

Sitting up slightly, I sat on the edge of the bed before mumbling "Hi." Watching her approach me slowly before standing directly in front of me. Feeling the urge to run my hands along her body I asked , "Can I touch you"

Watching her nod her head , I slowly reached up and ran my fingers along her sides. Pulling her closer till she was rested on my lap. "You look so beautiful my love"

"Do you really think so?" She said as she slowly rested her arms over my shoulder. Looking up at her before replying , "Of course I do, I always have"

Seeing her smiling happily I looked down before shyly asking "Can I kiss you."

"Yes" She said looking down. Leaning forward I pushed my lips against her gently. Feeling her sink into my body. Feeling her pull me even closer.

Slowly I ran my hands down to her thighs and began to massage them. Hearing her begin to pant softly into my mouth, I began to trail kisses along the side of her neck.

"I can't believe I finally get to hold you, to feel you against my body." I said lowly. Watching her look down at me before whispering "Touch me please."

Looking up surprised before turning over and laying her down in the middle of the bed. I slowly kissed her body. Stopping to pull along the straps of her bra before slowly removing it.

The way her body reacted to me was like no other. The way she began to squirm under me and blush. Leaning down slowly I began to kiss around her chest. Taking one of my hands and beginning to touch her gently, watching her begin to moan softly was something I never wanted to forget.

Kissing further down until I reached right above her waistline. I looked up and she was already looking at me as if she knew what I was going to say she said "Keep going, Please don't stop"

Slowly I wrapped my fingers into the band and began to glide them down her thighs. Throwing them behind me and leaning down to kiss along the inside of her thighs.

Bringing myself closer to her most treasured area I gave a small kiss before fully allowing myself to claim what was always mine.

Seeing her throw her head back as she slowly started to grind herself against my face. I felt myself becoming addicted. The way every time I sucked she'd whimper. The way every time I slowed down she'd start whining.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs I pulled her closer.

"Fuck baby please" She moaned out as she started touching her breasts.

Bringing one of my hands to her entrance before looking up and watching as I entered her. "You're doing so good for me princess" I panted out as I slowly moved faster.

Hearing every little moan escape her mouth and enter the night air. I leaned down before starting to bring her closer to her peak. Feeling her begin to tremble under my hold I wrapped my arm around around her waist and pulled her into me

"It feels good baby" I asked lowly watching as she nodded her head rapidly before moaning out "So good baby, You make me feel so good fuck" Feeling my heart beating faster I slowed down before adding another finger. The way she wrapped around me was deadly.

Taking my hand from around her waist I trailed them up to her neck and muttered "Are you going to cum for me like a good girl" Watching her struggle to reply I wrapped my fingers around her throat before saying "I asked you a question."

Moving my fingers faster I leaned down until my mouth was near her ear and saying "No one else will ever see you like this" Slowly beginning to move even faster as I listened to her slowly begin to cum around my fingers. "I'm close, fuck baby" , Smiling slightly I stopped and leaned back.

Watching her lay there with her legs wide open and breathing heavily. I grabbed my phone and started recording. Sitting the phone against the dresser I told her to turn over.

Walking up behind her I leaned down slightly and pushed a finger in. Looking at her as she begin to slowly push back against my finger. Smiling slightly I started moved my finger faster watching as she wrapped her fists into the covers. "Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like some slut"

Adding another finger I watched as she threw her head back yelling "Fuck yes! fuck me baby please." Grinning I pushed her chest further into the bed and fucked into her faster. The way she started moaning louder was like music to my ears. The way she began to sob into the covers as I ruined her with my fingers.

"Fuck yourself against me baby" I said softly as I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her towards me. Feeling her begin to move slowly I yanked her head back and muttered "Come on princess I know you can do better than that" pushing her head back down and pounding into her.

"Right there daddy please" She sobbed out quickly. Feeling a wave shoot through my body I leaned down and sucked her clit into my mouth. "Cum for daddy" I said lowly. Moving my fingers even faster I watched as she started falling apart. Slowing down slightly as she whispered out thank yous. I listened to every moan, every whimper.

"I think you can go another" I said before fucking into her again quickly. Laughing as she started moaning again and clenching around my fingers. "daddy' she sobbed out loudly. Leaning down and kissing along the curves of her back before getting to her ear and saying "Look at you letting me fuck you like you're a dog in heat."

Feeling her begin to clench around me tighter I asked , "Are you going to cum for daddy again baby?" watching her shake her head yes and reach down to start touching herself saying "Let me cum for you daddy" Feeling my heart start beating out my chest I couldn't help but think "Is she real? Is this real" Quickly finding myself coming out of my thoughts as she started begging to cum.

Watching her struggle to hold it any longer I said "Cum for me baby, let me hear you." The way she trembled in my arms as she started cumming was something I always wanted to experience. Moving my fingers slower I kissed along her neck muttering soft praises.

Backing away slightly, I lifted her up and walked into the bathroom. Sitting her down in my lap I slowly filled up the tub with warm water and bubbles. Feeling her moving I looked down and placed a small kiss against her forehead. "What about you" She asked lowly. Sitting there silently I eventually replied "It's okay baby today was about you." Leaning forward to turn the water off I slowly helped her into the tub.

"I'll be right back" I said before heading back to the bedroom. Grabbing her old sheets I took them to the laundry room and grabbed her a bottle of water from the fridge. Heading back to the room I sat the water next to the phone before stopping the recording. Putting the phone in my pocket I grabbed some new sheets quickly and putting them on the bed. Turning my head slightly I hear her call my name through the door.

"I'm done" She said as she rubbed her eye with her right hand. Walking towards her I grabbed a towel and got her out of the tub. Leaning down to release the water before turning and sitting her on top of the bed. Reaching into my bag I grabbed some of my boxers and an old shirt. "Lift your arms up love" I said as I slowly put the shirt over her body.

Laying her down comfortably I laid beside her before asking "Was that okay? I didn't go too far?" Feeling slightly nervous. She laughed before responding "It was perfect baby." Feeling myself calm down I asked "Sooo daddy huh? Where did that come from" looking over at her. Blushing slightly before laughing "I don't know...It just came out" she said before cuddling into my side.

Wrapping my arms around her shoulders I kissed her head before slowly closing my eyes. Dragging my fingers lightly down her arm I felt as her breathing slowly evened out. Feeling myself slowly fall asleep I muttered "Goodnight beautiful."

Rolling over slightly and feeling the bed empty I blinked my eyes open to find her still asleep on the FaceTime call. Laying back down I looked up at the ceiling realizing it was all just a dream.

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levis-little-nuggie · 3 years

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hi! i just saw the post about requests and could you write some fluffy sex headcanons with the brothers? we don't really see stuff like that so i thought i'd ask

Bless you nonny for the request 💜💜 this uh, turned out a lot longer than I had anticipated, probably because I haven't written anything in a good while 😅

Asmo and Belphie will have their own posts 💜

Nsft, obviously, so everything is under the Read More. I made the reader as gender neutral and inclusive as I could. Please let me know if at any point, I was exclusive.

Fluffy Sex Headcanons of the Demon Brothers

(minus Asmo and Belphie)

Lucifer

This man will top or bottom solely dependent upon what you want. Sex with him is moreso about pleasing his partner than just getting off. His preferences are fine tuned to your desires and your body’s limits. Lucifer’s sin feeds off of the immense pride a lover feels when they know you and your body better than you do

He may act cold and aloof in public and in front of others, coming off as stoic and arrogant, but it’s a completely different story behind closed doors.

However you want him, he’ll comply. You’ve done the impossible and captured his heart. Don’t let this old man and his brown shoes fool you, he’ll drown you in passion.

He’ll gladly play the Dom role, but he’ll also gladly be your sub as well.

If you’re into BDSM and prefer him to Dom, you can expect an intensive aftercare routine that would rival Asmo’s. It’s not that he doesn’t like hurting you or pushing you to your limits, he just wants to reward you for being so good for him and wants to remind you how much he loves you.

If you’re into BDSM and prefer to Dom yourself, go crazy! While you would be capable of marking and bruising his skin, you can’t physically hurt or break him beyond light scratches. He can break out of whatever restraints you put him, even if they are demon-grade. You would need actual spells to diminish his strength to put him on par with a lower-class demon if you wanted him to actually feel any real pain, but if it’s what you want, he’ll do it. Expect a conversation beforehand about what you want and how he can do that for you. He wants there to be clear communication so he knows how best to serve you in the moments to come.

Sure the sex is fantastic, but he’ll show you how much he loves you in the tender moments after. The afterglow is his favorite part, both of you basking in the remnants of pleasure coursing through you, the physical numbness, and the swell of feel-good chemicals swirling through your bodies. This is when he’ll hold you closest, pepper your skin with kisses unable to stop himself, he’ll play with your hair if you have it, his eyes will be bright, his smile will be unrestrained. He may even start humming a long-forgotten lullaby or your favorite song as he rests his head against your chest, hearing your heartbeat in blissful content until one of you decides it’s time to get cleaned up.

No matter how long the day has been, the amount of hours he’s put into all that damn paperwork, he’ll always make time to pamper you after sex. If you prefer to shower alone, he’ll let you go first and have the bed ready with new, clean sheets and clean towels set out for you when you’re done. Prefer to sleep with pajamas? He has a drawer dedicated to your favorite things along with some new ones he bought for you.

Mammon

Ah yes, the tsundere. The dumbass in the streets, dumbass in the sheets. The one who has more hair-brained ideas than he does fingers and toes in one week. One of the greatest banes of Lucifer’s existence.

His push and pull personality might have you questioning the validity of his feelings, but I believe that Mammon wouldn’t be partaking in fluffy sex at all unless he was absolutely smitten.

With how his brothers treat him, he’s reluctant to open his heart to you and fully accept that at some point, you won’t start insulting him either. However, equipped with the sin of greed, Mammon’s completely helpless when you compliment and reassure him.

His standoffish attitude is a front, a feeble attempt to keep up his reputation as “The Great Mammon,” but he’s got himself wrapped around your finger before he even realizes it and that facade would melt away instantly at your smallest of smiles, a kiss on his cheek or back of his hand, a surprise compliment, anything that makes his heart skip a beat.

Of the brothers, he has one of the weakest composers around you mainly because he’s also one of the horniest.

Sex with Mammon can be rushed; a quickie between classes, a broken composure that has him feeling dehydrated for you, a clash of tongues and teech and a burning desire that encompasses both of you until you find release.

However, the sweetest and fluffiest sex with Mammon would be when either of you are feeling emotionally vulnerable.

He’ll treat you like you’re the greatest treasure to have ever existed in all three realms, with a delicacy as if you’re fragile because he knows he can be careless and reckless. He’ll be in his head a lot making sure he’s taking care of you, that you feel good, doing his damndest to keep you satisfied so there’s no room in your heart to doubt him. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep that sparkle in your eye when you look at him, to never lose you and never have to experience the day you realize his brothers have been right all along.

And I mean he’ll do whatever and however. Any wish is his command, but you’ll have more work cut out for you if you suggest the both of you participating in a threesome or more. He wants you all to himself, it’s his greed, but it’s your reassurance and validation that will have him like putty in your hand.

He’s more than okay with both of you falling asleep in your mess, but more often than not, he’ll wait until you’ve dozed off to clean up. In these moments, he takes the time to worship every inch of your skin, like polishing a priceless jewel. His intentions are pure, most of the time, he just likes to wait till you’re asleep so there’s no chance for you to tease him about it. It also allows his greed to soak up your peaceful expression, the way your body reaches out to him after he’s finished cleaning and comes back to curl up next to you.

There’s a secret photo album hidden on his phone filled with pictures of the both of you like this, your lashes against your cheeks, your freckles or sun spots, any blemishes or scars that he’s covered in kisses countless of times, your hand in his and vice versa, memories of how sweet and tender your love is, filled with emotions he struggles to put into words.

Leviathan

It all depends how you play your cards with this one. Teasing him is easy and it’ll get him all flustered, but pair that with his raging horniness and you’ll be walking a fine line between a Dom or sub Levi.

However, if it’s fluffy and sweet sex you want, treat him gently and he’ll return the favor. It’ll take a bit of time and effort to get here, on both your parts, but if you’re willing to put in the work, he’ll make it worth it. Like Mammon, this means sex will be its fluffiest when either both of you or one of you is emotionally vulnerable.

We’ve recently been blessed by the devs on a cannon description of his tail, confirming that it is snake-like with scales. This also means, however, that his tail is sensitive to touch and he has full control of its movements. During a more sweet intimacy, he likes to wrap his tail around a limb, your arm or your leg. It’s only when he’s in Dom or sub mode that he likes to use his tail in a more active manner.

It’s important for him, whether he realizes it or not, that during these moments, that he’s the one touching you, not his tail. If you ask him to use his tail too much during sex, he’ll start to think that you’re only with him because of his tail.

He’ll want to see you even though his room is dimly lit. He also knows his tub bed might not be the most comfortable so he’ll invest in a mattress to put on the floor by the tank, and a few fluffy blankets, from the Ruri-chan line of course, to keep you warm and comfortable so you’ll never want to leave his room, just like him.

He prefers any position that has the two of you lying together, with your face in clear view because he can’t get enough of the faces you make because of the pleasure he’s responsible for making you feel. He’ll be more focused on your voice, your body language, your reactions to reassure him he’s doing something right.

To see your naked skin kissed with the reflection of the water from the tank is his favorite part. He actually got a nosebleed the first time he saw you like that.

Sex with the otaku is a learning experience that requires patience and repetitive reassurance. He’s certain that no one could ever love him, and it’s going to cost a lot of mental energy, and it can be disheartening at times where it seems he’s not made any progress in loving himself at all, but you’ll both also have an opportunity to create something truly beautiful between the two of you. Falling in love with your best friend, and having your feelings returned with all their heart is one of the most beautiful things to ever experience.

Satan

I like to imagine that Satan is akin to that tiger DILF in Zootopia looking at his tablet while on the train, you know, the one who looks like he’ll take good care of you? Listen, during one of his Devilgram stories, the man pitches a tent (like an actual tent, not a boner you guys) and makes both of you cups of hot chocolate. You can pry this hc out of my cold, dead hands.

Sex with Satan is actually more often fluffy and sweet than anyone would assume because he’s the Avatar of Wrath. Just like all the other brothers, Satan is more than his sin. That being said, Satan is still CEO of Angry Sex™ but he’s also more intune to his own feelings than the rest of his brothers.

It’s after his more violent fits of rage that he’s seeking your comfort. It’s difficult for him to come down from his wrath; the worse the fit is, the more broken and twisted he feels. He didn’t like coming to you at first because he knows how mentally draining it can be for a human to deal with someone like that, but you’ve insisted in your endearing and stubborn way that he can and needs to rely on you more. You threatened to find all the sources proving your point for the success of any relationship and he eventually gave in, accepting your kindness and your love.

In turn, he provides you with an arsenal of reading material and spells you can arm yourself with for a plethora of reasons; mainly self-defense against demons, a history of successful and failed attempts to prank Lucifer, as well as guides for subjects in class to help you study.

Unlike his previous brothers, sex with Satan is more about the pleasure you both feel. Of course he’ll still be mindful of your pleasure, but he can also get lost in his own desire. No matter how far gone he is, you know that the moment you utter the safeword, he’ll stop immediately and assess the situation. The safeword is actually a simple spell that he’d found when you two started getting more intimate.

On days he’s feeling extra playful, he’ll dress up for you; a collar with a bell, cat ears, a butt plug with a tail attached. He loves to be your little kitty cat, and will practically foam at the mouth if you ever dressed up like a slutty cat for him, but this doesn’t lead to fluffy smut times.

While he has no issues with PDA, Satan reserves his more soft and fluffy side for when you two are totally alone. He’s proactive in looking up cute date ideas and is the type to go all out turning his bed or his floor into a nest of pillows and blankets, cups of tea, hot chocolate, coffee, whatever you prefer, a variety of little snacks, and turn his wall into a projection screen to watch old-fashioned black and white romance movies.

For Satan, it’s the moments leading up to the sweet intimacy filled with love and adoration that are his favorites. Being the reason your face brightens, tears of happiness well in the corner of your eyes, the way your smile makes his heart stutters, Satan loves showing you how much you mean to him mainly because he knows he’s not the best with words. He could recite any poem of strings of song lyrics, but he believes actions speak louder than words.

He actually prefers for you to have control in these moments; there’s less of a chance he could hurt you and it’s another way to prove his love. He’ll only ever bottom for you. He was reluctant at first, but it’s like you opened his eyes to a whole new world he didn’t know about. He still likes to act like he's a cat and you're his mouse, but he also likes it when you take over and make him bow to your whim. You've gained his trust as well as his heart and he believes that the power dynamic in a relationship should be balanced.

During the most intimate moments, either right after sex or waking up together in the morning after sleeping in, you'll both enter this Cat Speak mode. One of you will start, just a cute little "mrow?" and you'll go back and forth entertaining a semblance of a conversation but without saying anything. There's no actual conversation happening, it's just the two of you making cat noises at each other, giggling and riding the high of this special intimacy specially reserved for these moments of bliss.

Beel

Let’s be honest, 9 times out of 10 your sex with the sixth-born will be fluffy and sweet. He’s like the personified version of a golden retriever. He loves you and has the instinct to want to take care of you. You’re such a small, delicate human, and his brothers love you too so when you’re in Beel’s care, he makes sure you’re satisfied more than just sexually.

Anything you’re willing to give him, he’ll accept wholeheartedly expressing his love and gratitude in the form of huge grins, hugs, a hearty chuckle, and peppering kisses across your face.

Even though he’s not as sexually active as some of his brothers, once you get this big guy started, be prepared to cancel any plans you have for the rest of the day… and also the day after just to be safe. He has the most energy and will keep going until he’s had you against every solid surface in his room, minus Belphie’s furniture of course. Regardless of your size or how you look, he’ll make you feel weightless as he carries you around the room effortlessly

He loves the way you taste, gliding his tongue over your skin like you’re an ice-cream cone that never melts, he’s actually growled a number of times when you tried pulling yourself away from him. His eyes had turned shades darker than normal before you snapped him out of it. He would apologize profusely and kill the mood so as to make sure he’s in the right headspace and you’re okay.

This has only happened a few times, but he still loves to taste every inch of you whenever he has you all to himself. He leaves you covered in hickeys and love bites and even though he’ll apologize, you know he feels absolutely no shame in his brother’s reactions to seeing you covered the next day.

His favorite part is helping you ride out your orgasm with his mouth. He knows he’s more skilled with his mouth anyway and just, the man cannot get enough of you or your taste. Depending on where he’s at when you orgasm, if he’s close, he’ll paint your skin in his release, and then clean up the mess and drag you in for snuggles. If he’s not quite there yet, he’ll assess your energy levels and wait until you’re ready to go again or keep going, depending on who topped or bottomed. He’s all about consent and wants to join you when you’re fully blissed out regardless if he’s finished or not (meaning he’ll deny his own release in order to lie with you).

Aftercare comes almost second nature to him. He’s already carrying you to the bathroom and soaking you off in the shower before you realize it. The warm water and his large hands invade your senses and he urges you to let go, to let him take care of you and it’s like a dream. His calloused hands offer a sort of comforting roughness that keeps you grounded. If you want shower sex, you’ll have to initiate it.

Actually, that’s pretty accurate for Beel. You want sex? You’re either going to have to initiate it or tell him straight out. Poor guy does not take hints well as he is very oblivious.

#like i said #longer than expected 😅#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me Lucifer fluff #obey my Mammon fluff #obey me leviathan fluff #obey me Levi fluff #obey me satan fluff #obey me beel fluff #so many tags #obey me nsft #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff

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natswritingz · 3 years

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Sexting next door / Sam x Reader

Note : This is my first fic in I don’t know how long, I tried my hardest so I really hope at least someone can enjoy this lol, also might be typos!

Words : 2.4k

Warnings : Sexting, exchanging pictures, dirty dirty talking, talk of oral/penetration/dry humping, swearing, lots of stuff.

The last week had been occupied with a hunt which ended with the three of you searching the woods for an old cemetery, laying all the buried souls to rest. Working with the Winchesters made the gigs easier. You found some joy in their presence, especially around Sammy.

You guys obviously had crushed on eachother, Sammy made the most moves while you took them as innocent jokes. You just didn't want to complicate anything for anyone.

You all had just got back to the motel, while the brothers shared a room like always, you got your own right next door. Your phone sat next to you as you pried off your dirt caked boots, hidden graveyards were something else. The device chimed with Sams assigned ringtone, you grabbed it in eagerness.

"You get settled in?"

You smiled at the text, he knew how to make you feel special even if it's a simple check in. You struggled with a response that sounded natural, typing then deleting, you finally wrote one and went with it.

"Yeah, just got the boots off lol"

"Are you getting anything good on the tv?"

"Nope, nothing"

That was a lie, you haven't even looked at the tv yet, but he didn't know that. You began unbuttoning your grimy top, feeling the cool air nip at your skin while the material still hung on your shoulders. You bit your lip as you typed another text to follow your previous one.

"Finally getting out of these clothes too"

You locked your phone quickly with embarrassment, you couldn't believe what you just sent. He was your friend, but the entire day he had been constantly flirting which made the temptation even harder to resist. The phone chimed after what felt like ages.

"Me too, I was able to get the shower first"

You read the text through squinted eyes, terrified to read his response with fully opened eyes. Your mind trailed to the image of him without anything on, the warm water running down his toned body, it made your heart race.

"Just about to get in"

You nervously pulled at your lip while intently watching the screen.

"Maybe I should hop in too, hot water sounds amazing right now"

"Do it, I'll keep you company ;)"

The wink confirmed it. He was leaving an opening for you to accept or decline before pursuing anything more.

"I'm taking off my clothes right now, what are you doing?"

"Turning the shower on, already undressed"

"I wish I could see that"

He opened it and hasn't responded in a while, you completely fucked it up. You cursed at yourself before seeing the tiny text bubble come up and disappear a few times until one finally came in.

"I wish I could see you take off those jeans, I could not stop staring at your ass today. All I wanted to do was pounce on you, you've been all I could think of."

You gulped at his message, this was would be your first time sexting, you were already loving it. You felt yourself getting excited at his message, reading it over and over. You pulled your shirt off the rest of the way.

"You were looking? That's very unprofessional of you, Sammy. If only I knew, I would've been 'accidentally' grinding against you all day."

Both of your tones suddenly changed, it wasn't the laid back no-period texts you normally exchanged, it was dirty and intriguing. You couldn't wait for him to respond.

"If you had done that, I don't think I would've been able to control myself."

"What would you have done? I would've loved to feel you press against my ass, I'm clenching my thighs just thinking about it."

"I would've pulled you into the nearest room and commanded you to grind against me until you came in your pretty panties."

You groaned at the thought, Sammy made dry humping sound hot, he could probably make any sexual act sound compelling.

"How do you know what panties I wear?"

You found yourself completely wrapped in texting back and forth you forgot about your plans to shower. Deciding to get comfortable, you leaned back onto the comforter. You were invested in where this was going, a shower could wait, unlike this.

"I've done your laundry and seen you in your undergarments before. I think I pretty much know everything about you, Y/N."

"I'm imaging my lace covered pussy grinding against your bulge covered by your boxers. It would feel so good to have you rub against me. I'd be soaking through my panties you could definitely see it dampening both our cloths."

You wanted to get dirtier so you tested the water, you wrote the first thing you thought of. It may have been a little too forward but your lust clouded all rational thinking.

"Jesus. My imagination might not be doing this scenario justice, I think we'd have to try it out next time we see eachother."

The elation in you grew with each suggestion.

"And when will that be?"

"If you keep it up, soon. Have you stripped yet?"

Sam was a great dom, he wanted everything to be in his control and you couldn't help but like it. You could trust him with control.

"I've been so busy with our little daydreams, I forgot I was even going to shower. Laying in bed still partially clothed."

"Take your pants off now, then give your ass a nice spank for me. Make it sting."

You followed his orders, placing the phone to your side as you lifted your hips to remove the jeans. You held the phone again as you flipped, now laying on your stomach, you used your free hand to rub on your cheek before giving it a sharp smack.

"Both are done, I'm thinking this might leave a mark?"

You raised your phone in a rush of confidence, snapping a photo of your ass and the handprint that reddened with time, attaching it to your message, and sending it without any hesitation. The mark was not as big as Sam could do and you dearly wished it was his hand instead.

"Fucking hell Y/N, I was not expecting that. You're making me want to come over right now to fuck you senseless."

"What do I do next? Still have my panties and bra on."

"Take your bra off baby girl, play with your nipples till they're both hard. Pinch them, flick them, be rough with it."

It was easy for you to follow his words, you found yourself loving his demands and dominance, you could keep following them for hours. You held yourself up with an elbow, you pinched the tip hard between your fingertips, rolling them slightly for more stimulation. You moaned with each uncoordinated flick.

"They're feeling so sensitive now."

You attached another picture, your tits in frame with your now erect and red nipples. After his reaction with the last one, you wanted to get more from him.

"So so perfect. Picture I'm there, sucking and biting on them. My warm breath fanning your soft skin. I want to make you feel good."

"You're making me feel good right now, I can't believe we're actually doing this."

"We can stop whenever you get uncomfortable, I want you to be good with all of this."

His message made you smile through the lust, he really did care about you. It wasn't the most ideal timing, but you could easily get worked back up again with his skills.

"Sorry, never wanna stop this <3"

You shook your head with a small laugh as you flirted.

"Good, me neither. You still have your panties on like a good girl?"

"Haven't taken them off yet, you haven't told me to."

"Sounds like someone's enjoying being bossed around, huh? What if I told you to suck me off, would you do it?"

"I'd let you throat fuck me. I want to gasp for my breath when you finally pull from my mouth."

"Your lips look perfect for my cock, I want to see them wrapped around me as I thrust into your mouth."

"I want you to be as rough as you can, Sammy."

You flipped over to your back once again, your hand dipping into your undies, rubbing soft circles over your clit as you awaited another message. You wanted to invite him over that instant but you had to resist the urge, sexting was fun and a good first step for the two of you.

"I've finally entered the shower, I'm stroking myself to the pictures you sent me. Kinda hard keeping the phone dry."

You laughed a little to yourself at the end of his message.

"Your turn?"

Not that your heart hadn't been pounding the entire time, your recent text made it even faster. You bit your lip in anticipation, you couldn't lie to yourself, you've always wondered what he was packing. And just like that, you revived a picture. Your jaw clenched at his size and width, you weren't entirely sure you'd be able to fit him if you ever got to doing this stuff in person. It was hot and impressive.

"How am I going to fit all of you? I don't think any amount of wetness would prepare me for you."

"We'll make it fit princess, I wanna see your warm pussy stretch around me. Fuuuck, I want you so bad Y/N."

"I want you bad too, maybe our next session can be face to face. I can't imagine how you'll make me feel when I have your hands on me instead of my own."

"You touching yourself right now? I don't remember telling you to stop playing with your tits."

"I couldn't take it anymore, I was aching for some relief."

That was true, your pussy throbbed for attention to the point it hurt to not touch yourself. No one else had this affect over you, making you soak through your lace like nothing.

"Fine, you can touch yourself as long as you don't cum until I allow you, and take it easy, I want you to enjoy this."

"Yes, Sammy."

You slowed down, rubbing slow circles on your aroused clit. Everything was heightened and sensitive, what was he doing to you?

"I'm touching myself, paced instead of rushed. I wish this was your hand. Not gonna lie, I constantly think of how good your large hands would feel on my body."

"Where?"

His response was immediate after he quickly read your message, considering what he told you just a little ago, you knew he was getting off to your little conversation.

"On my ass, in my pussy, around my throat. Even you holding my hands above my head or behind my back sounds like a pleasure. I want you to touch and explore every part of me."

The typing bubble appeared just as it did when he responded to every other text, this time you cut off his response with another one of your own, you wanted to get him really worked up.

"For future reference, I'd probably cum instantly with your tongue on my clit and your fingers in me as deep as they'd go."

You weren't a newbie when it came to sex, you knew what you wanted in the bedroom. Being a hunter and constantly hopping town to town, you had your occasional one night stand to release the stress that came with your job.

"Oh really? You want me buried in you while tasting you all at once? I can do that for you princess, I've been wanting to taste you. I'd eat you out till you came on my tongue then I'd make you kiss me, deep."

"You already know I'd return the favor."

You referred back to your message you sent not long ago about going down on him.

"We haven't even talked about getting to the main act and you've got me almost cumming. I had to slow my pace in order to not finish."

You smirked at his reply, biting your lip with a small groan as you still touched yourself. You were hoping you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

"Let's get onto the main act then. How'd you want to fuck me?"

"I can think of a few ways... But I most definitely want to see myself slide in and out of you. I want to enjoy every bit."

"Maybe my hands holding onto the back of my thighs while laying on my back? Everything would be on display."

"I could put your legs up on my shoulders and get really deep in you. Wouldn't that feel good?"

"I'd be seeing stars. And I would not be able to walk afterwards. Feeling you brush against my cervix repeatedly with your big cock, you're gonna fill me so good."

"Y/N you're gonna make me cum. Speed up."

With his permission, you started to rub faster. You moaned loudly, forgetting about anyone else in the seedy motel.

"Fuck, keep moaning."

You blushed in embarrassment, he could hear you from their rooms bathroom which definitely meant Dean could hear you, the strangers on the opposite side didn't concern you. You allowed yourself to moan with each lap, not holding back the cries. You went on for a minute before diverting your attention back to the phone.

"Imagine how much louder I'd be with you inside me."

"I've been thinking about all the noises you'd be making the entire time. You sound so hot. Are you close?"

"Yeah Sammy, I'm almost there."

Your breathing pattern became rapid and harsh, small wines escaping your lips as you played yourself to perfection.

"Beg for permission to cum."

You groaned at his response.

"Please let me cum, please Sam, I'm not sure I can hold it."

It was hard enough holding back your release but even harder to beg with one hand.

"You can cum baby, just cause you've been so good."

Your body released the tension, the relief rolling in as you came in your panties, finally. It hit you hard, your hips shaking as you moaned louder than earlier. You couldn't deny it, you never orgasmed like that when you were doing it solo.

"I couldn't help but finish to your moans"

His response was like his usual ones, not so formal and more playful. You could get used to seeing both sides regularly.

"We should do this more often, or try it in person, either one"

"I am 100% on board with that"

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arminbitchlover · 4 years

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yuji itadori nsfw alphabet

content warnings: creampie, dubcon, sensory deprivation kink, overstimulation, blindfold kink, mentions of intoxication and drug use, dacryphilia, & praise

itadori is aged up

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

there's two types of aftercares with itadori. if he had just finished fucking pounding into you, he would carry you to the bath so your body could still rest while he cleans you up. but if it were a slow and sensual type sex, he would rather shower because he loves to makeout after sex and run his body through your curves as water drips down.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

for his own body part, he ADORES his jawline, like he genuinely thinks that's his best feature. so much so, that when you guys take pictures together he would do the classic kiss on the cheek so his jawline is extremely apparent.

for his partner, he loves your ass and thighs. when it comes to your ass, he thinks it's just so fun to slap it, squeeze it, or leave his hand there no matter where or what he's doing. like you could be at the gas station getting a drink and he would come up from behind and lightly squeeze it, not giving a fuck if someone saw. for your thighs, he just thinks it's so hot to have his face in between them and since your skin is so soft he enjoys to rub them whenever he's feeling a little stress or sad.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves to cum inside you cause it's a reminder to him that no one else gets to do this but him. if you weren't comfortable with that though he equally loves to cum on your stomach because he gets to see the way your face lights up when you're covered with his cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's a fucking whore for your moans and always imagines them when he's jacking off, but one day he realized that his memory wasn't enough and needed some type of recording. so when you were masturbating in another room, he moved his phone as close to the door as possible to get your whines, whimpers, and moans and recorded them for later use. he would ask you if he could just record your moans while having sex but he thinks they wouldn't be as authentic and raw if you didn't know.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's experienced when it comes to the basic stuff like making out and fingering, but actual sex, no. both of you would experiment and learn together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

tabletop

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he could be goofy if something dumb were to happen but overall he's pretty serious because sex is something that is sacred to him and only reserved for you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he's well groomed, he trims even though it's a bit on the longer side and the color is a dark brown almost black.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

everytime you have sex with itadori, he makes it as special and romantic as if it were your first time. he doesn't see it as some physical action when it comes to you so he makes everything as intimate as possible.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

as said before, your moans can make him nut within a second. just the way his name falls out of your lips is so hot to him. and whenever he cums just to the thought of that, it's a shit ton.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

SENSORY DEPRIVATION ‼️ like he will tease the fuck out of you just so he could hear you beg him to touch you and make you feel good.

he loves to blindfold you. he thinks it's so cute when you gasp at anything he does to you since you don't know what he's going to do to you next.

overstimulation but it goes vice versa. he loves fucking you to the point where the pleasure is too much that tears start dripping down your cheek. he just loves knowing that he causes too much pleasure for you to handle. he also loves it when you overstimulate him, because he thinks it's super fucking hot when you're dominating and taking control.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he prefers the bed because that's where he can do the most without having to worry about being caught or not having enough room and etc.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you're unintentionally doing hot shit in front of him. like if you're bending down to get something from a cabinet or sucking on a lollipop, he just gets hard so fast and needs you to help him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he hates having sex if either or both of you are intoxicated or high. he just never knows if you're ever giving fully consent to what you want to do with him at that moment so he wouldn't even try.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he 100% prefers giving because the noises you make are worth every second of it. he wasn't extremely skilled when you first got together, but he's a quick learner so it didn't bother you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he loves doing both, he truly doesn't have a preference. when it comes to getting hard and rough, he loves hearing you scream out his name while he pounds into you and thinks it's fucking hot when he starts seeing sweat droplets start to form on your body. when it comes to getting slow and sensual, this is really where he takes his time with you and make you feel as special as possible. he'll whisper compliments, tell you you're perfect and etc.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he's not a fan of quickies because in his opinion they're more for people who just want to be physical and nothing more. unless you were like begging to be fucked and he was feeling spontaneous, he would give in to make you feel good, but overall, doesn't like them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's really open-minded when you want to experiment different things; whether it be choking or toys, because he can get bored doing the same shit over and over again. he wouldn't be a fan of taking risks, especially if there was a chance one of his clasmates could catch him, he just couldn't deal with the never ending embarrassment and teasing that would come from it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

his stamina is pretty good, wayyy more higher than yours, but nothing that's mindblowing. there are times though where he just cannot fucking last at least 5 strokes because you're just too sexy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

with all the experimenting you guys do, he does have a small collection of toys to use on you. vibrators are a classic but they're his favorite because of the effect it has on you. if you're ever doing some type of role play, he LOVES to use it on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

the self restraint he has is UNREAL, like you could be dressed in his favorite lingerie, but still would not give in to making you feel good right away because your begs are music to his ears.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he can get fucking loud in bed, especially if you're the one taking control. his groans turn you on so fucking much that you'll just pick up the pace as he moans out your name and tightly grips your waist. he also loves dirty talk during foreplay, whispering in your ears about how gorgeous you look or how wet your cunt is when he hasn't even touched you yet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

a switch but leans towards a hard fucking dom.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's somewhat thick so everytime he does push himself into you, you always feel him stretching you out & his dick certainly is long enough to hit your cervix every time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it is fucking HIGH, like this man thinks about you all the fucking time. he could be exorcising a special grade curse and an image of you naked would just pop up and then he wouldn't be able to get it out of his head till he saw you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he gets tired pretty quickly, but he waits for as long as he needs to for you to fall asleep to make sure you're okay and comfortable.

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darter-blue · 3 years

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Stucky/ Shrunkyclunks/ fluff

Read it here on ao3

Or part one, two, three, four , five and six on tumblr

Steve

Steve’s mind comes back to consciousness in increments. The first thing he notices is the warmth. A warm body tucked up against him, soft hair against his skin, an arm around his waist. He knows, or his body knows, that this is nothing to fear. This is the same warmth and softness that he fell asleep wrapped around. This is the same feeling of contentment and belonging that he let his heart rest to last night.

But he slowly becomes aware that the body resting against his is not quite so relaxed.

He feels Bucky’s body tense. Feels his diaphragm stop mid breath, feels the length of him coil and stiffen as he wakes up and finds himself pressed against Steve.

Bucky doesn’t remember.

Steve feels his own calm start to recede, he freezes too, and the two of them are lying together, Bucky across Steve’s chest, one leg between Steve’s, holding their breath and waiting.

With no idea what they’re waiting for.

Bucky is the first to move - he pushes back and away to prop his body up and look down at Steve.

His expression morphs from confused to surprised to sheepish in a matter of seconds, skin blushing an adorable rose, his eyelashes dark against the olive tone of his cheeks as he lowers his eyes.

Steve commits the image to memory even as his heart plummets into his stomach.

Bucky doesn’t remember.

Steve won’t get to keep this.

‘Umm… hey,’ Bucky says, looking back up at Steve and biting his lip. ‘Good morning?’

‘Morning,’ Steve says slowly, carefully. He looks over to the clock on his nightstand and balks at the time. ‘Oh…’ It’s already nine - they were supposed to go and pick up the paperwork from Mavis. They were supposed to get breakfast together - ‘We’ll miss breakfast.’

‘Oh no!’ Bucky says, jumping up and out of the bed. ‘Oh, my flight leaves in two hours!’

Steve is left alone in bed, the warmth leaching out from where Bucky has tossed the covers back. He sits himself up and leans back against the headboard. He’s not sure what to do, whether to offer to drive him to the airport (he has Tony’s car, and Thor can get back on his own) or to explain that they’ll need to unsign their paperwork.

They’ll have to ask Mavis how to undo it.

She’s going to be devastated.

‘Are you-’ Bucky starts to ask as he looks back over at Steve and freezes. He looks Steve up and down. Steve who is now sitting up in nothing but his underwear, the covers gone, and Bucky has his mouth hanging open as his eyes travel across all the skin that Steve has on display. ‘Uhh… I, we… oh shit,’ he jumps as his phone beeps at him from the pocket of his pants Steve had folded up for him last night.

He dives for his phone and checks the message. Types back furiously and then looks back up at Steve.

And then he freezes yet again as he flexes the fingers on his left hand. Sees the ring.

He looks over at the t-shirts that have toppled to the floor as he pulled his phone free, down at his own state of undress, and then back at Steve again.

‘Umm…’

‘We uh-’

Bucky’s phone beeps again and he hisses a bad word as he checks it and types back.

‘Sorry,’ he says, looking backup at Steve, ‘I’m um, I have to hurry,’ and he starts to drag his jeans on, grabs at the t-shirts, looks around and can’t see that there’s any other clothes - another thing they’ll have to pick up from Mavis - and pulls the pink ‘groom’ shirt on over his head.

Steve doesn’t know how to correct him, tell him that’s Steve’s shirt.

His heart sinks just a little bit further.

‘Bucky tucks his phone into his back pocket and runs a hand through his hair, turning his head to search for something, and makes a little ‘ah’ noise when he spots the bathroom. He dashes in, Steve can hear him exclaim again at the size of the enormous shower, and then ducks his head out from the door to look over at Steve, still in bed. One eyebrow raised quizzically. ‘Are you coming?’

‘Where?’ Steve asks, confused.

‘To breakfast!’ Bucky says, his head disappearing and then reappearing as Steve hears him running water in the sink, ‘We have just enough time to get the free buffet before I have to get my stuff from my room and head to the airport.’

Breakfast with Bucky? Steve is jumping out of bed too, ripping his jeans on and squeezing himself into Bucky’s smaller t-shirt. Not caring that it doesn’t even fully cover his stomach. ‘Yes!’ he says, hopping on one foot as he pulls his shoes on, ‘yes, I’m coming!’

He rushes through washing his face and grabbing his room key, herding them out and pulling the door shut behind them as they head to the elevator, the elevator that has him blushing just standing in with Bucky again - he can feel the heat in his cheeks - and press level one for the casino diner.

They stand awkwardly next to each other. Not pressed together, At least a foot of distance between them, and Steve has to swallow down his disappointment.

Bucky has asked him to breakfast, this is not nothing.

He needs to steal whatever time Bucky will give him. He needs to not ruin this with too many thoughts.

He could say something though. He should say something.

‘Are you… do you…’ Steve tries to get the words to come out right, but it’s not working.

Bucky looks up at him, adorable eyebrow raised, hands in his pockets and waits for Steve to finish, nods to show he’s listening.

Steve can’t do it. Can’t ask him what he remembers. Can’t face what Bucky might confirm.

‘Need a ride?’ he finally finishes with.

‘A ride?’

‘To the airport,’ Steve clarifies. ‘I can drive you, if you need.’

‘Oh,’ and Bucky’s face lights up, ‘that would be a life saver.’

Steve nods his head, enthusiastically agreeing.

A ride to the airport means more Bucky. Means maybe he can stretch for time. If Bucky misses his flight, Steve can just drive him all the way home. Wherever that might be. He doesn’t even know.

God.

He doesn’t even know where Bucky lives.

The elevator stops and they step out, one after the other weaving their way through bleary eyed travellers and wide eyed, backpacked tourists, and find themselves a booth to nab just as someone is leaving.

Someone who eyes Steve up and down, sees his ‘Elvis said we do!’ t-shirt, two sizes too small and hurries away, clicking madly into their phone as they bump into a table.

Bucky stares after the person looking a little perplexed, but ignores it in favour of clearing the abandoned dishes to the edge of the table and helping stack them as the waitress rushes over to take them for him.

‘Just grab a plate and help yourselves,’ she says, gesturing to the buffet with a nod of her head, ‘you’ve got about half an hour till they close.’

‘Thank you,’ Bucky says to the waitress, who smiles as she turns away, then back to Steve as he points with his thumb, ‘I better get some food.’

Steve’s stomach chooses that exact moment to rumble ridiculously loudly and Bucky’s smile intensifies.

‘You better get some too, big guy.’

He looks so sweet, Steve doesn’t have the heart to tell him his stomach is in knots because of Bucky.

But when it rumbles again he thinks maybe, actually, Bucky might have a point.

And the pancakes looked pretty good.

Steve is halfway through trying to bury his anxiety in a mouthful of maple soaked pancake when Bucky looks at him and says, ‘So…'

Steve freezes with the fork midway to his mouth, and waits for Bucky to say the words that will break his heart.

'Umm…' Bucky looks down at his hand and then holds it up to Steve, wiggling his ring finger, and the band it now carries, 'So this happened…'

Steve, terrified of how to answer that without scaring Bucky away, takes too deep a breath and inhales half of his pancake into his windpipe. He swallows a mouthful of juice to try and dislodge it, and finally gets himself under control enough to answer. 'Right, yes. That. That… happened.' he nods, looking down at his pancakes and desperately avoiding what Bucky might do once he knows the truth. 'And how do you… how do you ah… feel? About that?'

He waits with his head down… for an answer that Bucky gives enough time to have properly measured.

'I think… I mean I don't really remember exactly how this happened,'

Steve feels the weight of those words sink through him like lead. Until Bucky’s next words.

'Not that I mind,’ Bucky says, in more of a rush suddenly, ‘I was just thinking it might be nice to… have a refresher?'

And Steve snaps his head up to catch Bucky’s expression. Open. Honest. Warm. Everything Steve knows Bucky is. Everything that gives him hope that this could really happen. 'A refresher?'

And Bucky rushes ahead to explain himself. 'Only because we woke up so late and rushed down for breakfast and then… well it might be nice to go through exactly what happened last night again, in some detail…’

Steve is going to have to take him down to see Mavis-

‘Perhaps a full physical re-enactment?'

Steve isn’t sure what he means, retracing their steps exactly, the whole night? Even- Oh.

Oh.

Bucky doesn’t remember what didn’t happen last night. Bucky woke up next to Steve, both of them in nothing but their underwear, wrapped around each other, wedding rings and matching t-shirts and an awkward morning after and…

Bucky is looking at Steve with the most beautifully vulnerable expression, somewhere between salacious and embarrassed and Steve could honestly reach across the table and gather him up and never let him go.

Or he could take what time they’ve got left and finally get Bucky back to his room.

'You know, I'm feeling kind of full, and we do have at least another hour until check out…'

'Well we should use it wisely.' Bucky says, smile breaking out in full technicolour and Steve has to breathe. Has to be calm and controlled. Has to pull Bucky back to the elevator with the gentlest grip around his beautifully round bicep.

Bucky is looking up at Steve and clears his throat to ask quietly, 'I guess, I mean, since you're my husband now, I should like, actually know your name…?'

'Steve,' Steve answers, huffing a laugh at this crazy situation, 'Steve Rogers.'

'Well, Steve-Steve Rogers, I'm-'

'James Buchannan Barnes.'

'Right,' Bucky says, swallowing, 'You remember that huh?'

'Oh I remember everything.' Steve, bolstered by the way Bucky says Steve-Steve Rogers - as if those memories are there, waiting under the surface, bolstered by the evidence of how much Bucky really was being himself last night, dares to press in close. Close enough that he can feel Bucky’s heart beat, can feel how it increases as Steve moves closer still.

They reach the elevators and Steve’s nose is practically nuzzling Bucky’s hair. The doors open and he guides them inside, pushes Bucky up against the wall, close enough that their chests are pressed together, close enough to push a knee between Bucky’s thighs as the doors close.

As Steve lifts his hand to push a lock of stray hair behind Bucky’s ear, Bucky tilts his head and narrows his eyes.

'Steve Rogers? Why does that sound familiar?'

And Steve reaches over to pull the emergency stop button, lifts Bucky up and smiles as Bucky wraps his legs around Steve’s waist, smiles as his arms fly up to circle Steve’s neck, and presses him even further up against the wall of the elevator.

He almost never, in his life, has got to redo a moment like this. Take it back and make it perfect. He looks at Bucky and measures his words, lets his tone drip like honey, sweet and smooth and rich. 'Okay, don't be mad, baby, but, you've heard of Captain America, right?'

The way Bucky stares down at him. Not surprised, not upset, not greedy, just accepting. The way Steve can see the cogs turning in his head as he calculates what that means exactly, the way he raises his eyebrow and scrunches his lips and then makes a tiny little shrug of his shoulders.

It’s breathtaking.

'Sure, I've heard of him,' Bucky says, smiling and leaning forward. He presses a soft kiss to Steve's mouth, 'But I mostly want to hear more about Steve-Steve Rogers if you don't mind.'

Steve knows he’s smiling like an idiot but he doesn’t care. He’s so deep in this now there's no hope but to dig further.

‘I don’t mind,’ he says, leaning up to kiss Bucky again, ‘I’ll tell you anything you wanna know.’

‘Kinda wanna know what you plan to do with me in here,’ Bucky says, softly, between breaths as he nips at Steve’s lips, snakes his fingers up into Steve’s hair at the nape of his neck.

‘I have to confess, we didn’t actually get this far last night,’ Steve says, pulling back a little to look Bucky in the eye. Wanting to make sure he's fully informed.

‘We didn’t?’

Steve shakes his head.

‘But you want to?’

Steve nods, hard and fast and without a doubt. ‘Do you?’ He asks. He wants to be sure. He thinks he knows, but he wants to be sure.

‘So much,’Bucky says, smiling into Steve’s lips as he presses forward to kiss him again.

‘Wait,’ Steve says suddenly, pulling back again.

‘What?’ Bucky looks down at him with concern.

‘Your flight!’

‘Oh, fuck it,’ Bucky says with a laugh, ‘I’ll catch the next one.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Absolutely,’ Bucky says, pulling Steve in closer and kissing him again, ‘I will hitch back to New York if I have to, this is worth it.’

‘New York?’ Steve says, shifting Bucky’s weight and pressing him further into the wall, ‘you live in New York?’ And he might be lighting up the entire Vegas powergrid with the power of his smile right now.

Bucky nods against Steve’s face as he kisses his cheek, his nose, and back down to his other cheek.

‘I could give you a ride all the way home.’

This time Bucky pulls back, pulling at Steve’s hair a little to put space between them, ‘Wait, what?’

‘I live in New York too. I can drive you home.’

‘You drove here?’

‘I mean… I took a jet, but Tony left me his car to drive home, said I should let my hair out… or down…’ Steve shakes his head, ‘either way. He wanted me to take my time coming home.’

‘And how long do you have the room for?’

‘As long as I want, probably…’

‘So we could… we could stay a whole nother day and night?’

Steve hadn’t even thought of that, had never even dreamed of it, but he wants it. He wants it all.

He nods and pushes forward, latches onto Bucky’s mouth and kisses not so gently this time, rocking his hips up into Bucky and biting and licking into his mouth.

‘Anything you want, Bucky, I’ll give you anything you want, always.’

‘Just this,’ Bucky says, kissing back with the same fervour, wrapping his legs tighter around Steve’s waist and pulling him closer, chasing that friction, ‘Just you.’

And Steve runs his hands up under Bucky’s shirt, desperate to feel him, desperate for the warmth of his skin, to be as close to him as possible. He mouths down Bucky’s stubbled chin and down his throat, drawing a gasping moan out of him, rocking up again at the sound of it.

‘Gonna wreck you in this elevator, baby,’

‘Yes,’ Bucky says, nodding and arching up into Steve, tipping his head back to expose the long line of his neck, to give Steve more room to suck and bite marks there.

‘God, I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all night, all morning.’

‘Me too,’ Bucky says, ‘I mean, I assume.’

Steve has to laugh, even as he sucks a searing bruise into Bucky’s throat.

‘Knowing me, I’ve been wanting this since the second I saw you.’

‘Yeah,’ Steve kisses the words up the other side of Bucky’s throat and into his cheek, ‘that sounds about right.’

Their bodies are rocking together, and the movement is desperate, filthy, Bucky’s breathing is short and fast and gasping, Steve can feel his heart beating out of his chest. He runs his hands all the way up Bucky’s stomach to put his palm over his heart, letting his finger brush again his nipple.

It sends a delicious shiver down Bucky’s entire body, Steve can feel the vibration of it.

‘Our bodies found each other, Bucky,’ he says, letting his erection slide against Bucky’s, not caring at the fabric between them, leaning into the pleasure-pain of the way his cock is straining against his pants, ‘Our particles are dancing again.’

‘Oh, I knew, I knew you,’ Bucky says, soft laughter in his voice, ‘I recognised your vibration.’

It makes Steve sigh into another kiss, fall into Bucky.

‘Like soulmates,’ Bucky whispers into Steve’s mouth, and that’s it, Steve is done for. It’s not even just the sensation of Bucky’s skin under his hands, the way Bucky is grinding into him, the way their bodies move together, the bitten off little moans Bucky makes as Steve teases at his nipples, mouths at his throat. It’s the idea of Bucky. That idea that even starting again this morning, Bucky can feel it, their connection.

He believes it.

It's real.

And Steve lets it go this time. His control. His fear.

He lets go and he lets the hope and the happiness and the overwhelming pleasure wash over him. Feels it gush out of him, and feels Bucky follow him over.

It's perfect.

It's everything.

Until something heavy lands on the roof of the elevator and rips off the maintenance hatch.

And Steve watches with growing horror as Tony Stark, in his Iron Man suit, pokes his head into the elevator and flips his face shield open.

'Well well well,' Tony says, shaking his head, smug smile on his irritatingly goatee’d face, 'I leave you alone for five minutes.'

Steve looks at Bucky, who is staring up at Tony with an open mouth and saucers for eyes, a ring on his finger and ‘groom’ on his chest. And yeah… okay.

This is going to be hard to explain.

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hussyknee · 3 years

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I called the Infectious Diseases Hospital to ask about the first dose of the vaccine and the dude there went off at me, that we were on the third booster shot and what the hell I was doing all last year. Tried to tell him I had an autoimmune condition that had me ill for months last year and had a letter from my doctor about it, but he wouldn't listen, demanding how I could have been ill that long and calling me irresponsible. Fucker wasn't even a doctor, but government servants act like they wield the power of God and it gives them the right to treat people however the fuck they want. I'm supposed give and defend my entire medical history to every rando.

This is the general attitude towards the unvaccinated now. We're responsible for the downfall of civilization along with the anti-vaxxers, even though there's zero support for people with limited mobility and the disabled in general. The CMC vaccination program has a protocol for autoimmune conditions, but there's absolutely zero understanding of the lived experiences of chronic illness even among specialists. They expect deterioration and persistent symptoms only of the elderly, and even that due to not resting enough, eating well or being upbeat. If you're younger, they expect you to "fall sick frequently" but be fully functional when you're "well".

Doctors are now becoming aware of long covid but Idk how well this will translate into under-researched chronic conditions in general. Western hospitals are now becoming more familiar with MCAS, POTS and CFS/ME but our backwater assheads won't catch up for a lot longer.

I staggered myself to my doctor yesterday and asked him whether anything can be done to mitigate a flare from the vaccine or booster (almost guaranteed) and he said, I quote "then you have to take a paracetamol". Also said that "fatigue isn't such a big symptom of IBD outside of a real flare. It's probably the depression".

I've been dealing with bipolar depression for fourteen years now (ten of which were undiagnosed). I know what that feels like. Exercise, fresh air and getting out of the house helps. This fatigue gets worse. It wipes me out completely whenever I so much as play with my dogs or climb too many stairs or run errands. My joints ache, my back hurts all the time and I'm never well rested no matter how much I sleep.

It wasn't till I pointed out pointed out that my inflammation markers have never been normal even while in remission and maybe prolonged inflammation for fucking years might be causing escalating complications that the asshole went "oh". I have arthritis. Normal C-Reative Protein is supposed to be less than 3, mine has never been less than 6, normal Erythrocyte Sedimentation Rate is 0 - 29; mine has always hovered around 40. My platelet count has always been flagged as slightly high. These are the markers of someone recovering from a flu, except they never go all the way down. Imagine feeling like you're recovering from a flu every single day of your life for years. Somehow my doctor, a specialist, did not connect this to chronic fatigue. A rheumatologist might have one, but it's apparently out of a hepatologist's wheelhouse, and he didn't think to refer me to the former.

This is the real issue with living in a poorer developing country. Our medical complex is garbage. We're consistently behind the current research, cross-disciplinary knowledge is nil, and the system is glutted with sexist, ableist old coots who graduated medical school in '85. And they all have the same god complexes.

Even if I wasn't physically disabled, I'm still dealing with goddamn bipolar depression which is a debilitating condition by itself. I've been belly crawling over rubble just to shower and eat at least twice a day for the last 8 months. Literally zero level of care living with my Mum. I get house room and regular meals prepared by her helper that I don't have to pay for, but that's it. No one checks up on me or makes the slightest acknowledgement that I'm ill. Last time I asked my Mum to take me to the hospital for an emergency IV she refused and wanted to pray for me instead. If I asked my Mum for help getting vaccinated now she wouldn't be any better than the IDH guy. "So I told you twice to come with me and get it!" Gee, why didn't I think of that! All I had to do was hitch a ride instead of calling an uber. Flare, pain, dizziness, fatigue, months-long disassociation and depression be damned. Even though she's responsible for most of it.

When the world has been trying to kill you for long enough, at some point you feel like giving it what it wants.

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allthingskakashi · 4 years

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•| Right Now Is All We Have|•

[ Kakashi x Reader]

You're awakened by the feeling of something plopping down on the mattress, filling up the empty space beside you.

You open your eyes and squint in the dark, as an arm drapes over your stomach.

"Kakashi..." you groan.. "Sorry i fell asleep waiting"

Kakashi lays silent and motionless beside you, face buried down into the bed. The weight of his arm on your stomach makes you unable to move. You plop yourself up against the pillow and his arm falls to your thighs. You check the time on clock on the bedstand, it reads 2:06 a.m.

You look at the man beside you, looking so weary as if he's resting his body after ages, which he probably is. The black vest he's wearing reveals the many wounds and bruises on his arms.

It pained you to see Kakashi like this, but it was something you had to get used to.

You place one hand on his head and start softly stroking his silvery hair, rubbing his back gently with your other hand.

"Tough mission?" you ask, your voice tender.

Kakashi stays quiet, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You know it means yes.

He was gone for one whole week, sent to pursue an enemy. The mission was supposed to be over in three days but it stretched on. You were worried sick but the Hokage had assured you that everything was fine. But it still hadn't pacified the restlessness in you. Who knows what they had to do? Maybe Kakashi had to kill someone, maybe his team lost a member... You didn't wanna ask yet.

You continue rubbing his back, trying to soothe him as much as you can. His muscles seem to relax under your touch.

"Did you eat yet? I put your food in the oven so it stays warm, I wasn't sure when you'd be back"

Kakashi still doesn't say anything. By the looks of it, he hasn't showered yet so he probably hasn't eaten. This is starting to worry you now. This wasn't the first time Kakashi returned from a mission so... drained. Not just physically but emotionally as well. You hated what these missions did to him. But there was nothing you could do. All the horrible possibilities about what may have happened swarms inside your head, making you nauseous.

"Kakashi... You're worrying me. Let me fix up your wounds at least" you say, basically to the dark now, your voice pleading.

Kakashi stirs, taking his time lifting up his head to look at you. You gaze at what you can make of his face in the light coming from the streets through the window.

His otherwise beautiful face looks sunken, eyes marked with dark circles under them. Dirt and sweat are smeared across the visible areas of his face, streaks of dried blood on his forehead.

Your heart sinks, making your eyes well up.

"Kakashi..."

You slide down on the bed and pull Kakashi's face to your chest, holding him tight. You plant a few kisses on the top of his head. He puts his other arm around you, gripping you with both arms.

You stay that way for a long time, in complete silence. Nothing but the sound of the clock ticking away.

"Y/n.."

Kakashi says after a while, against your chest. The tone of his voice makes you anxious.

"Why do you care so much about me? I am not worthy of it."

The sudden statement takes you by surprise. But this wasn't the first time Kakashi said something like this either. You try to suppress the quiver in your voice and speak, keeping your tone firm.

" I care about you because i love you. And i love you because you deserve every ounce of love in the world."

He's silent but you know he's listening, so you go on.

"I know you don't like to think so, but i do. You can try pushing me away as much as you want, but I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and hold you and keep holding you until you realise that you ARE worthy. Of happiness, of love and of everything you think you aren't worthy of."

Kakashi's head sinks further into your body.

"I don't know what happened in your mission Kakashi..", you continue "but you aren't responsible for it. Okay? You're an excellent shinobi and an even better person and i know you care deeply about your comrades and would give your life for them. So no matter what happened... It's not your fault." you speak into his ear, holding him close the whole time.

You feel worn out from trying to sound strong and not allowing yourself to simply break down. But you know you need to be strong right now, for Kakashi. You need to be his shoulder to lean on.

Kakashi is quiet again, half of his body wrapped around you. His grip is so firm, like you're made of dust and you'd slip through if he didn't hold you tight. He doesn't say anything for so long you think he's fallen asleep. You rest your chin on his head, every cell in your body overflowing with love for him. My baby, my beautiful, beautiful baby.

You're about to doze off too, the familiar feel of Kakashi beside you after so long gives you the comfort that was missing all these days and you feel at peace inside, like you can actually sleep again.

"Y/n.." Kakashi's soft voice permeates through the foggy thoughts of your drowse. You open your eyes.

" Marry me."

You're fully awake now, all your senses heightened. Did you hear that right? Or are you still in a trance? You lift your chin away from over his head and try to look at his face, wondering if he's murmuring in his sleep.

"W-What?" you ask, feeling stunned.

Kakashi looks up at you and speaks in a soft, clear tone. " Marry me, Y/n."

You are dumbstruck. No word or sound escapes your mouth. You look at him, stupefied.

Kakashi unwraps himself away from you and quickly gets up with a jump in a hurry, turning the bedside lamp on and hastily disappearing from the room.

You sit upright on the bed now, neither your body nor your mind functioning. You wait, unsure of what's happening.

Kakashi scurries back into the room in a few seconds. You notice him holding a tiny blue velvety box in hand. He hurries on to the bed, and sits facing you, one leg folded and the other hanging by the side of the bed. He takes your hands in his, his tone is urgent, nervous. He speaks so fast you're having trouble keeping up.

"Y/n, i was going to wait for later to do this, think of something special to do for you, maybe buy you some flowers, I don't know, I'm not good at this and I don't know how someone like you ever fell for someone like me but you're the biggest blessing in my life, you're all i have and I don't want to lose you. You're the only thing standing between me and the insanity that would've consumed me if it weren't for you. I was going to wait but--

Kakashi lets out a heave, out of breath from speaking so much so fast. He pulls down his mask, unveiling his face which is ridden with so many emotions. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out, recomposing himself, and squeezes your hands.

Your heart is so full, you wait for him to finish just so you can kiss him. You realise your cheeks are damp with a steadily flowing stream of tears.

Kakashi continues, speaking slowly in a clear voice now.

"I was going to wait but I don't want to wait any longer. There's no knowing whether I'll live tomorrow, all i have is now and right now, i am lucky enough to be here with you, to be loved by you.. and I want to let you know how much you mean to me, right now. I..I love you Y/n. I don't want to lose you.. I don't know how many years of life fate has in store for me, i always thought I'd die young but i made it till here and I'm glad i did because i found you, and i want to spend whatever days i have remaining, with you. Loving you, and allowing myself to be loved by you."

Kakashi takes a ring out of the box with slightly trembling hands and clasps both your hands in both of his, looking into your eyes with a piercingly earnest gaze.

"So will you ma-- Oh wait, I'm sorry" ,he shakes his head, fumbling nervously. He hurriedly gets down to the floor to kneel on one knee, making sure he's doing this right.

You chuckle at this, your vision blurry through your tears. He's smiling too, eyes shining bright. There's hope in them now and not just sorrow. He kneels on the floor, holding your hand in one hand, and the ring in the other. You're both grinning at each other like idiots now.

" So will you marry me, Y/n?"

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