#amazingly tender moment

[hegodamask]

Kyle Soller I’m in your walls

[madschiavelique]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 (𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

summary : miguel didn't like very much the way you left him all horny for you in the toilets during the unexpected mission, so once the anomalies have all been maintained, he decides to teach you proper manners

content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, lots of tension, soft!dom miguel, quick boob job, cunnilingus, "it's too big", pnv sex, miguel teaches reader magic words, so much kissing i swear, no use of Y/N, biting, mention of scars (from fights, miguel's) - let me know if i forgot any !! word count : 7,7k

note : i'm sorry i took SO LONG writing this baby, but here it is (and not yet proofread but i couldn't wait hehehe). the end is corny i AM SORRY but it was already long and this is to keep a pretty open. thank u all so much for ur support !! we passed the 400 subscribers today and i'm literally jumping to the ceiling of happiness. this is the last part of the 4shot, i hope you liked it <33 i was super inspired by Shameless by The Weeknd (one of my favourite songs hehehe). enough of me talking, love u guys !!

the previous parts : 1 - love bite 2 - late night training 3 - unexpected mission

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Miguel hadn't followed you, so you decided to lure the creature back by calling out to it:

"You're really terrible at hide-and-seek, you know that?”

Suddenly, it turned towards you and charged at you as you leapt into the air to keep it at bay, at least long enough for Miguel to finish... what he had to do. The sound of his breathless voice replayed in your head, the heat in your cheeks rising. You propelled yourself silently up to a floor above, observing the behaviour of the dough.

The feel of his fangs on the skin of your neck, his tender kisses on your cheeks, the hard feel of his erection against your thigh as his claws pressed into the skin of it...

"Oh my god you're going to be the end of him!" exclaimed a small voice beside you.

The anomaly turned towards it at the same time as you: Lyla.

"Lyla?" you choked out, swivelling your head just in time to avoid the anomaly that had climbed extraordinarily nimbly to your floor.

"His pulse quickened, his body heat increased and his muscles contracted amazingly hard!" she chirped as you mimed shutting up or lowering her voice, but she wasn't listening and you started darting from floor to floor as she continued "You've got him completely wrapped around your finger! No pun intended."

"Please Lyla, keep it down!" you begged her, feeling like a huge red tomato as you blushed and above all hoping not to be chased away by this abomination.

"Oopsie," she smiled, placing a hand over her mouth.

The anomaly swung a ball of paste at you, and you narrowly avoided it as it crashed and exploded with power, splattering you as it went, a large drop smearing across your suit.

"I didn't know you had access to... all this," you muttered breathlessly as you ran down a corridor to get away from the unspeakable thing. "It doesn't matter... Yes, it does matter actually, how come?"

"Don't be angry, you've just given me what little fun I'm allowed to have," she said with a pout, "you know, programme life isn't always fun."

Out of breath, you let out a sigh that relaxed your shoulders with its depth. You shook your head for a moment.

"Well, we'll talk about it later, can you identify this for me?" you asked breathlessly, silently, as you spooned some of the substance and held it up to a small metal support on your watch, which lit up when you dropped a little on it.

"My pleasure, sugar," she said with a quick clap. "Hmm, that looks like a basic bread dough mixture to me. Flour, water, salt, yeast, not forgetting the anomaly gene, otherwise it wouldn't be any fun."

"It's true that I'm bursting with laughter," you say, putting both hands on your hips, still trying to catch your breath. You looked at her for a moment, biting the inside of your cheek, hesitating before asking, "Is Miguel... Done?"

"Yep, he's on his way," she said, giving you an amused wink, and you couldn't help but let a little laugh slip from your nose.

"Right," you said, clearing your throat so the anomaly could hear, "I'm going to lure this thing towards the exit!" You could hear the oily, slimy sounds coming in your direction, turning to Lyla one last time to ask: "Make sure you send Miguel my location, okay?" you said as you started to trot off.

"Already done!" she replied, blowing you a kiss which she pressed onto her hand before disappearing in a cloud of pixels.

You ran on, stammering aloud to keep the beast at your heels: " Come this way! You know, I think you'd really like rock, I've got two friends who play really well, I think you'd love to meet them!"

The pile rumbled behind you. You leapt into the air, grabbing the glass dome and hanging upside down, standing with your arms crossed over your chest.

"No, really, I think you'd like it. Oh well! You've got a head that could listen to metal, plus you've got exactly the right mouth shape to sing it, you know."

It was rumbling from the ground, right underneath you.

Then, just above you, you felt a tap on the thin glass roof, and when you looked up, you saw Miguel. It was a funny sight, the way you were standing made it look like you were reflecting yourselves in a mirror.

"Oh, hi there," you smiled behind your mask, taking on a slight intonation as if you hadn't been the cause of his delay. "Did everything go well?"

He let out a desperate sigh, the red glasses on his suit narrowing, before simply saying:

"Something unexpected came up, it was very... frustrating. But I'll wait."

I'll wait. The very word made you gulp.

"Observations?" he asked, jerking his chin in the direction of the anomaly just below you.

"It's dough, we'd just have to find something to bake it with," you suggested.

Outside there was a loud bang: the lorry Gwen and Hobie had been chasing had started to roll over, and the anomaly, just as alert as you and Miguel, leapt towards the first bay window to get out.

Gwen and Hobie seemed to have managed to deal with their anomaly, the truck was completely dented, sideways, and luckily for you, the oil from the truck was starting to spread on the ground. You got out, Miguel following to examine the situation. All it needed was a spark...

"I'll try to coat it with a bit of oil, find a lighter, a box of matches, whatever," he warned, before dashing off towards the pile of dough.

You looked around, and there, as luck would have it, was a convenience store. You leapt towards it. Managing to light a lighter with your costume on would be complicated, so you managed to find a box of matches, rushing towards the street again.

Miguel kept jumping up and down to coat the anomaly, and when he finally saw you coming, he shouted: "Light it up.

So you grabbed a match, struck it against the side of the box and threw it into the oil. You stepped aside and ran further to avoid taking any damage from the fire. It immediately licked at the anomaly, which let out horrible, high-pitched screams as the paste on its body cooked and smoked, turning golden and thinning little by little.

And so, you launched the multidimensional cell that had been given to you, and finally imprisoned the anomaly.

"I think 'the more the merrier' is a phrase I like less and less," said Gwen as you catalogued the anomalies.

"Are you kidding me? This was so much fun," said Peter. "It was like doing MMA!"

"Speak for yourself, we took care of the Magic Bus driver," Hobie huffed.

"I think Gordon Ramsey would be proud of our muffin," you agreed.

"You have to admit it smelled good," confirmed Pavitr.

Everything had gone well, Gwen had finished her exam period and you were all filling in your reports. Everything was going well, and everyone was pretty relaxed, except maybe you.

It was a pretty nasty trick you played on Miguel, leaving him like that, so close to the climax, and then leaving. And somewhere in there, you feared and waited impatiently for what was to come.

You couldn't help glancing at him from time to time. He seemed to be concentrating, but sometimes you could feel his gaze on you, insistent. You found him incredibly calm, and maybe it was just because he hid it well, but just to see him lose a little of that control, you managed to brush past him for a moment when no one was looking, your knuckles deliberately brushing his thigh before joining the others. Pretending to be interested in their conversation, you couldn't help but glance over at Miguel.

Death stare was probably the closest you could come to defining the look he was giving you at that moment, and a shiver of dread ran down your spine as you swallowed. He seemed to chew the inside of his cheek for a moment, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

You weren't going to get out of this alive, or entirely.

"Well, I don't know about you, but the lack of sleep knocked me out, so I'm going to bed, see you later!" said Gwen before leaving.

"Same here, see ya," said Hobie.

And successively, the only ones left were Peter, Miguel and you.

He waited patiently, with you beside him, until Peter had finished his report and, like all the others before him, had gone to sleep. The seconds seemed to stretch out painfully, every movement and possibility accentuated by the wait. Miguel seemed tense, and you had no idea whether Peter could feel it from his side too, but you could feel your skin tingling with anticipation.

Every moment, every second tickled your mind and body like tiny needles, Miguel's gaze resting insistently on yours.

"Well, that's not all, but I think we've all got better things to do than hang around making a report," Peter yawned. "Good night, sleep well."

Oh, it won't be sleep.

He then waved goodbye one last time, turning his back to you as he headed for the exit. Miguel turned to look at you, taking a deep breath as he tilted his head back to look at you from an even higher angle.

The footsteps echoed around the room, fading away little by little as Miguel's eyes turned red, yours watching them and stifling a gasp. He took a single step closer, no more, but it was enough to intimidate you and for you to take a step backwards.

It was when the door finally closed behind Peter that he grabbed you powerfully around the waist and pinned you down on one of the desks, causing you to squeal in surprise as you widened your eyes for a moment, blinking frantically. In less time than it took to say 'empanada' Miguel had you completely under control, immobilising you faster than poison and more powerfully than a pair of handcuffs.

His nose wrinkled slightly.

"Did you enjoy your little act?" he asked, his tone extraordinarily calm, which made him all the more menacing. "Leaving me like that without finishing what you'd started?"

Your heart was racing, and suddenly just meeting his gaze seemed too powerful to maintain eye contact, so you turned your head to the side. Was it simply because you were embarrassed by your own little prank, or was it just that the intensity of his eyes on yours was too much? But Miguel wasn't going to have it any other way, so with one of his hands he grabbed your jaw and redirected it so that you were facing him.

"It's very rude not to look into someone's eyes when they're talking to you, you know that," he whispered, moving a little closer. "We're going to have to correct that, and teach you polite forms of address."

And you couldn't argue with that, because right now it wasn't a choice you had to make.

"Speaking of politeness, I realise that you haven't used any magic words so far for our little encounters," he said, his thumb pressing and digging into the skin of your cheek.

He moved a little closer, tilting his head to one side as you felt his nose brush against yours, moving a little closer still to feel his lips brush against yours, the simple touch of them sending little electric currents of excitement through you...

But nothing, he just grazed his lips against yours, not moving any further, but not backing away either. Your breaths collided softly, his eyes still fixed on yours with insistence.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice composed and contained, as you tried to free yourself a little from the hold his hand had on your jaw, to no avail.

His lips, so close to yours and yet so far away, gave you electrifying sensations, but you wanted more. You wanted the two of you to kiss, for your lips to become one again, for you to be able to offer him the body's 'I love you'.

So you tried to move a little closer, meeting his lips to satisfy your desire, no, your need. But he pulled back slightly, causing you to sigh in disappointment. No, you'd have to tell him.

"Kiss me," you whispered, your voice small but audible, as if you were pouring your desire into his plump lips.

A smile, the stretch of his lips pulling them a little further away from yours.

"Where," the question sounding more like a command.

His thumb eased a little in its pressure and caressed the skin of your cheek for a moment before sliding across your chin, settling just below your bottom lip.

"There," you replied, your desperation for more contact growing stronger by the second as the only thought on your mind was his kisses.

You wanted to taste that rainy, woody flavour on his lips again, and feel them assault your body with kisses.

"Only there?" he questioned, provoking your cravings even more as your impatience was felt almost painfully.

It didn't seem fair, he seemed to possess incredible composure and cold-blood as your veins pulsed through your body like lava flowing from the volcano of your heart.

The little game Miguel was playing with you almost felt like a little revenge. Could you blame him? He wanted all this as much as you did, but he liked balance, he liked things to be even, and he was making you pay for the advance you'd dared to take from him.

His thumb pressed against your plump lip, his skin barely brushing against it, and it felt like a thread sticking out with no way of pulling on it.

"Yes- No!" you moaned, feeling like a child who was denied a sweet treat, unable to hide your longing for more as his touch confused you, "everywhere."

His lips were parted, as close as ever, his warm breath spilling over yours. His thumb had moved up the curve of your lips to press against the volume of her, his eyes fixed on it.

"I didn't hear that properly," he said, his eyes returning to yours.

Their carmine colour reflected your face: eyebrows slanted back, eyes almost watery, his thumb resting on your lips as he continued to caress it mathematically to elicit a reaction from you.

You tried to squirm away for a moment, but Miguel's hand on your waist held you in place with incredible ease.

He raised an eyebrow, obviously your attempt was in vain, he hadn't started hand-to-hand training the day before like you had, he'd been an ace at physical power and combat for much longer, so of course he could immobilise you in less than no time and much less delicately if the mood took him.

His lips brushed yours a little closer, and you could almost feel them completely. But this tiny glimpse of heaven wasn't granted to you, and you whimpered for a moment before finally just saying:

"Kiss me," you whined, "please."

His eyes crinkled with his smile.

"Mira que buena."

He finally kissed you, and it was like you had taken cotton candy in your mouth and as it melted you could feel all the little crystals of sugar that were hidden by the fluffiness of the sweet, a moan of relief vibrating from your lips against his lips.

Millions of tiny sparkles crackled under your skin, rising to the surface like champagne bubbles as Miguel cupped your face and kissed you. He took your lips as if you were holding the air that allowed him to breathe, his hand going round your side to slip under your back, pressing against your pelvis to bring it close to his.

He bit your lower lip lightly before pulling away, his half-closed eyes looking into yours again. His hand came to caress your cheekbone gently, with a tenderness that was almost unlike anything he had ever offered you before.

"Tell me more about these desires you mentioned.”

Your breath caught slightly, and you suddenly felt your face heat up fiercely, as if you were leaning over the hearth of a fireplace, its fire licking your face and your being from afar. You swallowed, formulating out loud your desires, all those thoughts you'd had about him even after your meeting at the Conditioning Centre and what had happened in the cabin, seemed difficult.

"Come on, don't be scared," he murmured before leaning over to kiss your forehead gently, offering you soft, sweet words to help you get the burning out of your soul.

All those thoughts you'd had, those warm nights during that week when you'd imagined the feel of his fingers, his lips, the sweet words that interested you as he searched inside you to expose you to him emotionally, all of them could be said, especially the one that was vibrating immensely inside you at the moment.

"I want... I want you to..."

You had the impression that the words you were about to say would be like throwing a tiny stone into still water, like stepping on ice and feeling it crack, like throwing alcohol into the fireplace that was warming you up.

The hand that was resting on your cheek ran down your neck, brushing your chest as it slid to your hip and slid all the way down to your thigh, stopping in its descent at that very spot, his hand gripping it.

"Hmm?" he asked, his humming vibrating against the skin of your cheek and tickling you.

You bit the inside of your lip, your teeth pressing into your flesh and trapping some of the wet skin against your bottom teeth. You released this clutch with a gasp as your voice dropped to a whisper when you whispered :

"I want you to fuck me."

His eyes crinkled as he smiled, an eyebrow raised, his proud grin stretching across his cheek as his lip parted wide enough to reveal his fangs. He came to kiss your cheek, his soft lips caressing it as his lashes offered you butterfly kisses.

His grip on your thigh softened, his thumb making circular movements against your covered skin as a warm cloud began to form in your lower belly.

"Say that again," he said, his breath landing on your neck as his thumb began to move slightly up your inner thigh.

You tilted your head back, closing your eyes as the simple sensation of his fingers on your body caressed you sublimely, a sigh of ease slipping from your lips. Miguel then took the opportunity to kiss the corner of your jaw, laying a trail of kisses that mixed sweetness and hunger, kissing and biting your skin. He lowered his lips a little further down your neck and kissed you lazily, the coolness of his lips meeting the fire burning at the back of your head. His lips reached a sensitive corner, causing you to let out a moan.

You moistened your lips, your cheeks burning as Miguel's fingers traced the sensitive skin of your thigh and his other hand rested on the small of your back, close to the cloud of heat.

And he expected you, with all these delicious distractions, to be able to string a sentence together properly and clearly. So you tried to speak louder, swallowing before saying:

"I want you to fuck me."

His lips came away from your neck, just brushing your ear before coming back to face you. The red of his eyes was deep, hungry, but above all attentive to your every move, which made him even more intimidating. His lips were so close to yours that you could feel them moving close to your skin as he spoke.

"There must be something with my hear because I can't hear properly what you said," he said, his tone a little less contained than he had managed to convey before, less composed, "say it louder."

His fingers continued their trajectory, very close to you, to where your desires came from, the knot in your lower abdomen tightening even though he never reached the spot. So this was the intense despair he'd felt earlier? The pain of his desire overcoming his thought and logic in the simple hope that he would be touched to turn the pain into sweetness?

You tried to move your hips a little, in the simple hope that he might go further, touch you, but he steadied you in an instant with his hand on your back, making you let out a little cry of longing.

You bit the inside of your cheek, your gaze meeting his for a moment, and you saw it in the reflection of his eyes: the breadth of your desire spreading through your whole body.

You breathed in, gathering your strength and thoughts to say, "I want you to-"

His hand went up your back to the nape of your neck and traced up and down your spine, your body undulating uncontrollably as you concluded with a strangled sigh:

"Fuck me, please."

His carmine eyes watched you through his long black lashes, a proud sneer stretching his lips, your request seemed to have pleased him greatly.

If you had something to ask him, you might as well ask him politely. He tilted his head to one side, the light illuminating his jaw over his massive shoulder, it was so sharp it could have cut glass. Did he have any idea of the hold he had over you?

"Muy bien, bien hecho, muñeca," he murmured before kissing you again, gently.

His kiss was demanding, hungry, eager for your lips to be captured by his. Your hands, until now too afraid to touch anything or attempt any gesture, were tempted by the need to touch him in turn. They came to rest on his face, cupping it as he devoured your mouth relentlessly, his kiss a mixture of thirst, craving and the occasional sensation of his canines scratching your skin.

His thumb had moved up to your groin, deliberately avoiding and brushing very close to the part you'd been dreaming of him touching. Both his hands were now on your hips, gripping them to draw them to his.

And the electrifying sensation of his erection meeting in a single touch the excitement of your cunt that had grown inside you caused you both to moan together.

Your hand snaked through his hair, his sighs of comfort rushing into the depths of your body, blowing on the already burning fire inside you making it blaze and shine. His pelvis had begun to undulate against yours, the friction he was exerting against your covered flesh, against your throbbing clit, sending sparks throughout your body.

"Coño," he let out between kisses, one of his hands gripping your hip a little tighter to pull you closer to him and hold you in place while the other moved up your body like ivy on a statue, pressing against the back of your neck so that you were even closer. He wanted to eliminate any space between you, and you wanted it just as much, arching your body to his touch.

The kiss went from gentle to passionate, from passionate to hungry, and from hungry to needing more. Your tongues exchanged a waltz, and the next moment Miguel was back at your neck as your hand rested on his hip.

You needed more closeness, more of everything, but less clothing. He pulled you in again, straightening you up so that you ended up sitting on the desk, both your mouths still dancing.

He placed both hands firmly under your thighs, ready to lift you up.

"Hang on," he whispered between two kisses.

Without missing a beat you wrapped your legs around his waist, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as he lifted you with incredible ease, heading for a door at the back of the room: Miguel's quarters.

To avoid being bothered by anything during his precious, absent sleep, Miguel didn't belong to any of the dormitories, sleeping in secluded quarters. One of his hands came up to grip one of your buttocks, grasping it with his full hand and kneading it, a little hum of pleasure vibrating from your lips against his as you nibbled on it. You kissed his cheek, tracing his jaw with your wet skin.

As he depixelised his hand from his suit and placed it on the digital recognition pad, you gently kissed his neck, a rumble rising in his throat, a mixture of threat and plea for patience. But how could you still be patient? It was impossible, you were each other's tinder box and lighter.

As soon as the airlock opened, he came to kiss you dangerously, not tiring for a moment of the sensation of your lips caught between his. He walked quickly and eagerly, his erratic breathing colliding with your warm skin.

You rounded a corner, and the familiar sensation of a mattress under your back met you almost brutally. You were out of breath, lying back, looking at Miguel.

He stood there, looking down at you. His hair was dishevelled from the passage of your hands, his eyes shining like two rubies in the half-light, watching you hungrily. He towered over you, dominating you with his size and power. You shuddered, because at the moment he looked like a predator facing the prey he was about to devour.

He chuckled, moving closer as he put one knee on the mattress, one of his hands coming to rest beside your head, leaning gently over you, crawling up to spread your thighs as his face came level with yours.

And it was with the sensitivity that only lips possess that he whispered to you:

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," his mouth hungrily came to reclaim yours, his other hand sliding up your waist to reach your hip and hold it in place as he consumed you.

You were in his grip, entranced, trapped in the web of desire he had woven in your mind, every thread of which you touched bringing the spider back to its prey.

His hand came up to your head and nestled under the nape of your neck, looking for the zip to take off your suit. You helped him, pressing a little harder against his lips in your kisses as you raised your head to help him pull it off.

He found it, and you could feel with what composure he was pulling it. You knew perfectly well that if it had only been up to him, your suit would have been ripped to shreds and it would have been impossible to reassemble it properly and put it back together in one piece. But he was holding back, with difficulty.

The sensation of all those little metal teeth coming loose against your back and letting your abundantly heated skin breathe sent tingles through each of your ribs and down your spine, your back arching all the more at the sensation. Maybe having absolutely nothing under your costume could be complicated in certain situations, but it had never been as practical or as pleasant as it was right now. And Miguel seemed to agree.

His hand came to pull at the fabric, exposing your shoulder, and feeling his fingers run over it made you shiver. He continued to pull gently, your chest meeting the cool air until your breasts were bare.

He broke away from your lips for a moment, watching your skin like a flame and its enchanted dance. And you were burning, your whole body aflame with his touch, his kisses, his eyes. You couldn't undress him on your side, his costume knew no beginning or end other than pixels, and you found that profoundly unfair.

Then, very gently, his hand came to hover over your skin. It barely grazed, not even touching it, passing over the roundness of your shoulder, following your collarbone up to your cheek. He placed his hand on it, and it was as if your body was a diamond, every facet of which was illuminated by the light from his hand.

"Tan linda," he whispered, nestling back into the crook of your neck, kissing the warm, tender skin there. His kisses trailed down to your collarbone, sucking on your skin from time to time to reveal violet and pink flowers.

You hummed with delight under his touch, your body lighting up and glowing a little more with every touch of his lips against your skin. They came to rest between the valley of your breasts, his red eyes meeting yours as, while one of his hands pulled a little harder on the part of your suit that was still in place, his own suit began to depixel as he straightened up to face you.

Lips parted, you watched his body reveal itself, his tanned torso sculpted like a god. But above all, you couldn't help letting your eyes wander along the countless scars that marked his body.

Various shapes were mixed in, cuts, burns, strange, sinuous lines, all marking the traces of past dangers. And he had survived them all.

Gently, your hand came to rest on his cheek, pressing against your touch and kissing your palm as you let your fingers move down his torso. You let your fingertips trace a scar, caressing it gently, Miguel's breath shuddering against your skin for a moment.

Your breath caught in your throat as his bare hand grazed the skin of one of your tits, his thumb gently tracing the bouncing skin. His lips moved down the ridge of your breasts, kissing the soft, tender skin of it.

He looked into your eyes as he stuck out his tongue and ran it over your nipple slowly, the warmth of his saliva and the roughness of his muscle sending all sorts of little stars into your body.

It was as if your flesh was bare soil, and with his hands he brought forth flowers of many colours and intoxicating scents that enchanted you, making you drunk with his touch and the colours he painted under your skin.

His tongue traced the separation between your skin and your nipple, his hand resting on the other, pressing it gently between his large fingers. Then he kissed it gently, sucking lightly as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. And as the moans multiplied between your lips, he stopped, a smile stretching his lips as his hand dripped down your waist and clutched the rest of your costume.

As he pulled it off, in a slow motion, he kissed his way down your belly, letting buds of caress blossom on your body. Reaching below your navel, he exchanged a glance with you, seeking approval.

As a simple response, you raised your hips, and he gently pulled the rest of the costume down, his bare fingers brushing your buttocks and thighs as he pulled until you were covered by nothing but your panties.

One of his hands grabbed your thigh, the other settled on your waist, lazily tracing your skin until it reached your groin, stopping there, drawing indescribable patterns as the fire in your lower belly heated up.

He stayed there, eyes riveted on yours, his other hand moving slightly up your inner thighs but not reaching your core either. The tingles it sent through your being were delicious, but you were getting impatient. Your pussy was almost starting to ache from the lack of touch and contact.

"Lower..." you murmured, your desires taking possession of your body, your reason silenced.

He tilted his head to one side, and the same words you'd said to him earlier in the bathroom came back to you:

"Say that again."

A grunt of frustration rattled against your teeth. Your own cards had just been used against you in your own game, and you had no say in the matter. His fingers continued to draw as if nothing had happened, sometimes reaching for half a second a little lower than where they were staying. You needed more.

"Touch me lower," you said, looking into his red eyes, which raised an eyebrow as if to say 'aren't you forgetting something?', so you punctuated your sentence with a little "please."

He smiled, dark, his tongue passing over his canine and his lip as he ran his fingers between your skin and the elastic of your panties, pulling the latter so that only the air, his hands and his warm breath covered you.

His fingers returned to your now naked groin, and he gently traced your skin, finally coming to touch your cunt, a sigh of respite taking hold of your chest as he gently passed a single finger between your lips.

"Hmm?" he hummed, raising his fingers to the height of his head, observing the sticky substance that glued to his skin, "would you look at that." Evidence of your arousal was placed before your eyes, "Am I the reason you're so wet ?"

Your head tucked into your shoulders, your cheeks heating intensely as he smiled wider.

"Tengo suerte," he murmured as his finger returned to your entrance, coating itself in more of your wetness as his thumb settled on your clit, making slow, hypnotic circular movements that tightened the knot in your lower abdomen.

Your hands clutched the sheets as you drew in a shaky breath, but he reached down and guided one of them to his hair, which you grabbed without hesitation.

"Like it when I touch you there?" he asked, echoing the words you had said to him in the cabin.

"Mhm," you agreed, unable to formulate a coherent sentence, inhaling more air as he pushed in his first finger.

His hands were big, his fingers thick, and he manipulated them all to perfection. His finger was streching you out, undulating to awaken exceptional sensations in you.

"How does that feel?" he asked, his tone composed and almost teasing in the way he asked you things.

"Good," you assented as he inserted a second finger, causing you to gasp out a moan, your eyelids closing of their own accord.

His fingers worked you out, curving up to touch the spot that made you see stars.

"Keeps your eyes on me," he whispered as his head lowered against your cunt, his hot breath falling against your damp skin, "I want you to see me."

With difficulty you complied, and he brought his tongue against your pussy, a moan of pleasure rising from your throat. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue licking your clit made your whole body burn.

Your hand gripped his hair more firmly, needing something to anchor it so that you didn't succumb entirely to all your vices. Miguel groaned at this gesture, and the sensation of his vibrant voice on your sensitive skin almost made you come in an instant.

Your pelvis moved of its own accord, and Miguel immediately grabbed it to immobilise you, his fingers and tongue working together to make you moan even more.

The sight reminded you immensely of the bullet incident: his eyes reddened, his tongue and lips resting on you while your fingers were knotted in his hair.

You were beginning to feel as if you were flying away, but it was at that precise moment that Miguel stopped, pulling his fingers out and his mouth away. You whimpered, a whiney complaint filling your mouth as you laid your head back in disappointment on the pillow, Miguel moving up to your face.

"I just wanted to make sure you'd know what it feels like."

The torment was unbearable, and you bit your lips for fear that, on the instant, you might send an insult into his face.

"Oh," he said, raising an eyebrow, "did I make you mad?"

His tone seemed almost condescending, addressing you as if you were a child. He brought his face close to yours, his eyes falling on your lips.

"Want me to fuck you, querida?" he questioned, his lips brushing yours "want me to fill you up with my cock?"

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, simply nodding in response as his simple words managed to make your hair stand on end.

"Use your words," he said simply.

"Yes," you said, beginning to learn from his lessons, trying to find more strength in your voice, "fuck me, please."

He nodded, proud.

"Good," he said, bringing his two fingers, still covered with yourself, close to your lips, "open up."

Timidly, you parted your lips.

"Wider," he ordered in a calm voice.

You obeyed, and soon felt his moist fingers on your tongue. You licked them, his eyes watching with great interest. They were thick and having them both in your mouth wasn't easy, but by relaxing your jaw you eventually managed to suck them off properly, your eyes returning to his, feverish with desire.

Without further ado, he removed his fingers from your mouth and came to kiss your lips, hungry. The entre-met you had offered him wasn't enough, and he was fasting from it to be able to taste all the other parts of you that were still untouched by his lips.

His naked erection pressed against your cunt, and your hips undulated against the sensation as you let out an excited moan against his lips, your walls closing in on nothing.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he splayed his hand across your lower back, undoing the kiss to press his forehead against yours. He adjusted his cock in front of your entrance, coating himself in your juices, and just by that gesture and the memory of your hands, you knew it would be too much.

"Miguel it's," you breathed softly against him, "it's too big. I'll never-" but he cut you off.

"I'm sure you can take it, muñeca," he murmured softly, kissing your cheek.

He returned to kiss your lips, then asked before doing anything else:

"Ready?"

You inhaled softly, your eyes plunging into the red of his, before murmuring against his lips:

"Ready."

He nodded, coming to kiss you chastely before lining up his cock and thrusting in. A moan slipped from your lips, he was big, way too big.

"Shh," he soothed, kissing your temple, "you're tense cariño, breathe through your nose."

So you followed his instructions, trying to relax as much as possible as your nails on his back began to dig into his flesh. Your breath was coming in shaky gasps, your teeth sinking into your lip as Miguel whispered:

"You're doing so well," his hands gently caressing your arched back and thigh.

His voice relaxed you, your breathing a little more settled as he thrust deeper, stretching you out. He kissed your forehead tenderly, brushing the tiny tear from the corner of your eye with his lips.

"Just like that," he groaned, finally managing to fill you completely, "look at you taking me so well.

He kissed your lips gently, caressing the skin of your side. He kissed your cheek, then the side of your neck, sucking in one more mark.

Full, that's how you felt. He stretched you out fully, filling every inch of your being, meeting the warm cloud as he kissed you to contrast the sensation. And soon enough, you relaxed a little more.

"Are you ready for me to move?" he murmured, his thumb resting on your cheek.

As a simple response, breathing softly, you moved your hips on him. He smiled, kissing your lips softly as he pulled back slightly to push into you again, a shaky breath mingling with a moan that he swallowed from your lips.

His tongue came to meet yours, curling around it, sucking it between his lips tenderly as he took a slow rhythm to get you used to him.

He sprinkled kisses across your face, sloppy ones running over your warm naked skin, inevitably coming back to your neck, nibbling lightly. He traced your collarbone with his lips, running along it until he reached your shoulder, where the rounded skin was bitten and a moan was torn from your lips.

His hand came to take your arm, kissing the skin gently as he raised it, straightening slightly to manipulate and kiss it better.

His lips came to linger on the inner skin of your arms, depositing his lips gently as he traced that softened area, his pelvis taking on a slightly faster rhythm.

After the little treatment he'd given you, you weren't going to last long, so you let yourself be carried and touched by his adoring lips.

His tongue traced the skin on the inside of your wrist, his teeth grazing the separation between your hand and it. He came to kiss your palm, then delicately placed his lips on each of your knuckles before pressing it against his cheek.

Your thumb caressed it, and he surrendered to your touch. He then guided it to the side of your head, his fingers nestling in the crack of yours until your hands were intertwined.

"Qué guapa," he breathed.

His rhythm quickened, and you could feel the knot in your belly gradually tightening as Miguel's thrusting in and out of you became sublime, and the sounds you were making multiplied as he hit all the right spots.

Your fingers tightened on Miguel's hand as your other reached down his back to grip his arm, squeezing hard as you felt you were going to come.

"Miguel," you sobbed as he returned to kiss your lips, "I'm close."

It was a miracle you managed to get those few words right. The hand that wasn't intertwined with yours came to cup your face before moving down your body to grab your hip, a deep sigh escaping from his throat.

And you felt his canine gently bite your lip as the knot burst in your lower belly and a moan echoed in your throat. It was like a bolt of lightning striking against metal, spreading out in a powerful electric shock in your entire body as the pleasure beat like a second heart. Miguel's voice growled against your skin as you closed around him spasmodically, your nails clawing at his arm.

You twitched, Miguel kissing your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your lips. You were slowly coming down from your clouds, the sensations you had gradually fading.

"Tan buena..." he whispered, close to your lips, "but I'm not done with you yet.”

His fingers loosened from yours as he grabbed your arms with both hands to pull you against him and straighten you up. He was sitting, still inside you, making you sit on top of him, facing him.

One of his hands grabbed one of your buttocks, guiding you to move back and forth on him, while his other was on your back, caressing it.

He came to attack your lips again, the sound of your two bodies meeting clapping in the air as you felt completely disorientated by the pleasure. The speed with which he entered you was exceptional, and the sensations he triggered were even more so.

His lips moved over the back of your neck, then settled on your shoulder, his breathing becoming more and more jerky.

You tilted your head back, your voice interspersed with the feeling of him pounding you, the heat in your belly not entirely gone and tightening again.

Then the hand that had been resting on your back slipped between your two bodies and caressed your clit, your breath catching as you felt the cloud spread once more to the small of your back.

Miguel's voice grew less hushed as his rhythm quickened, his fingers working your clit with speed as you felt the climax building up again.

And all at once, you felt his fangs penetrate your beloved as he gave a powerful thrust, and you both came. The earth stopped spinning as you felt like you'd been sent miles above the clouds, both your bodies warm against each other, both of you breathless.

Everything seemed soft, floating, an inner peace had taken hold of both of you as you came down from this peak of pleasure.

He held you against him gently, running his tongue over the two slits he'd made in your skin. He pulled out of you, placing you so gently and carefully on the mattress that it was as if he had a spider's web in his hands.

You snuggled up to him, and he pulled the blanket over you as he kissed you again.

You felt safe here, cuddled in his huge arms that wrapped around you, his hands caressing your body with pure adoration and softness.

You kissed his chest, on one of his scars, and he breathed a profound sigh.

"How did you know?" he whispered.

The end of his question never came, but it was simple: how did you know I wanted to be kissed here? Probably no one had ever touched him this way, here, like that.

"There's nothing like tenderness to soothe the scars." you smiled.

He breathed out, his eyes had returned to their natural brown. He pressed you a little closer to him, his eyes locked in yours. Blue words are the ones you say with your eyes, when your lips are too tired.

"Maybe we'll have to find a name for this pseudo-friendship?" he smiled, the little chat you'd had on the first mission coming back to you as you smiled and kissed him sweetly.

"Why when we already have two letters?" you replied, placing your hand on his cheek, kissing your palm as his hand caressed your waist.

"Two letters?" he asked, curious.

"Yeah," you confirmed, your voice becoming a whisper, "us."

He gave you a candid, sincere smile before kissing your lips softly.

"Yes," he nodded, "we could make a great us, muñeca."

Us, two letters, a whole world.

[sugoi-and-spice]

Commission for the AMAZINGLY patient @i-likebread . Thank you so much for such a fun idea and again, for your patience during my summer writing dry spell. ^_^

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader, Yuji Itadori x Reader

Summary: At the end of the day, curses were trophic beings. Sukuna? Of course, he was an apex predator. He knew how to wait, to watch, to be patient. To wait until his prey was in exactly the right position where victory, making the kill, was guaranteed. Enter: Yuji’s new little girlfriend. The ingénue. The prey.

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

CW: Dub-Con, Non-Con, Rape by Deception, Cuckholding, Rough Sex, Virginity Loss, Painful Virginity Loss, Manipulation, mentions of Ero-Guro

If you're interested in getting your own Commission done, please refer to my Commission Sheet and shoot me a DM or e-mail! ^_^

Cross-Posted on AO3.

Everyone had told Yuji Itadori that it was a bad idea. A very bad idea. After all, just dating as a Jujutsu Sorcerer at all came with its fair share of risks. Dating as a Jujutsu Sorcerer while sharing a body with the King of Curses? It should’ve rendered him completely celibate. But to go beyond that, to not only date, but to date a normal, powerless girl with absolutely no knowledge of the existence of Jujutsu society and curses?

Now that was downright stupid.

Those were Gojo’s words too! Satoru Gojo’s — the stupid idea savant! That had certainly gotten Yuji to second guess things. When he left to meet her for their first official date, he’d gone there with all the intentions of breaking things off. But then…

Well, there wasn’t any big revelation. She’d just been her. And he just couldn’t let her go. There were very few moments in his life these days that were able to be just sweet and simple. So any he could have, he knew that he had to cling to, and cling to tight. And moments spent with her? They made him feel like life would never be complicated again.

So six months later, here they were at the matsuri of a temple near her school. And boy, watching her knelt over the shateki stall, silly little tongue sticking out of her mouth as she concentrated so deeply on the balloon she was aiming at, could he not regret it any less. Especially not when she looked so damn cute in that yukata.

POP!

 “I got it!” she jumped back from the carnival game with a squeal, accidentally knocking Yuji in the chest with the pellet gun.

“Oomf—!”

She gasped, “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!” and rushed forward to check his chest, almost hitting him in the face this time, “Are you hurt?!”

He was able to anticipate it this time though, catching the muzzle of the rifle in his palm with a laugh, “I’m fine, I’m fine. Let’s just put this down, alright?”

She relinquished it immediately, bringing her hands to her face to try and cover her blush as she nodded frantically. The moment had finally caught up to her, the fact that she’d almost taken him out twice with the toy rifle and got completely in his face, touching his chest. And the cutest embarrassment came along with it. 

That was one of the things he really liked about her. She was shy and soft-spoken, but that didn’t stop her from ever living or hiding her true feelings when push came to shove. Especially when they involved other people. She often got ahead of herself, feet moving before her brain, throwing manners out the window if it meant helping somebody in need, blurting out the silliest little nonsensicals to try to ease an awkward silence. But never failing to revert back to that shyness and feel embarrassed about it in a way that always brought a smile to his face.

“Your prize, Miss.”

They both turned back to the game-tender, and Yuji instantly froze when he saw the prize being handed to her.

A little yarn doll, just big enough to be a keychain, and it— holy shit, it looked like—

“Aww, look at him Yuji!” she beamed, holding the doll up next to his face, “It looks just like you!”

He could feel his heart freeze with dread, his stomach twisting.

“W-What are you talking about?! No it doesn’t! It’s got tattoos!”

“Yeah. And four arms,” she rolled her eyes, “But look! It’s got your hair and eyes and that mischievous little smirk,” she wiggled it closer to his cheek, “That’s all troublemaker. All Yuji Itadori.” 

He swatted the little doll away from his face, growing more and more prickly the longer she held it so close to him, “Is not!”

She giggled, taking his whining as embarrassment over being teased rather than anything serious,and pulled the doll back to clutch into her own palms lovingly.

“And it’s cute…” she blushed a little as she whispered, “...just like you.”

Yuji softened at the sight. 

He needed to take it easy. It’s not like she could know the history there, the thing it actually looked like — he’d made absolute sure that she hadn’t, after all.

But still, the question remained:

“What’s it supposed to be anyway?” he asked, “A mascot or something?”

He had to know, it was just uncanny how much it looked like Sukuna. And this temple didn’t have any ties to the Jujutsu world that he knew of. Not that he knew a lot. But he hadn’t seen any sorcerers or cursed energy residuals in the area. If anything, it was weird how few curses — even flyheads — were in this area, considering how old the temple was.

“I guess it’s the guardian spirit of this temple,” she answered.

Yuji’s eyes widened. No. No, there was no freaking way.

“This thing?” he pressed in disbelief, “But he— I mean it looks more like a demon than a guardian spirit.”

“That’s kind of the interesting thing!” she explained excitedly, “My homeroom teacher was telling us about it last week. I think the story goes, that in a war between spirits and humans, the peasants this temple served were constantly caught in the crossfire. That is, until a dedicated, benevolent demon came along and vowed to protect the temple even while the rest of the world burnt around it.”

She presented the doll to him, “This little guy is that demon.”

It was all Yuji could do to not roll his eyes at her. Okay. Now he knew it was just a coincidence. Because sure. Benevolent. That’s what Sukuna was. 

What a bunch of crap.

Oi. Sukuna suddenly gruffed in his head. I’m plenty fucking benevolent. 

Yuji went rigid. Sukuna didn’t talk to him often. And honestly, he preferred it that way. He could nap and plot and flit away the time however he did in his own soul, while Yuji enjoyed the life surrounding his. Rarely did he actually tune in and observe Yuji’s life unless there was a battle or an… opportunity at hand.

So the fact that he seemed to be paying attention now was more than a bit worrying. 

What, you gonna tell me that the story is true or something? Yuji snapped right back at his squatter bodymate. That you actually protected a temple?

Could be.

Yuji’s breath hitched.

O-Oh yeah? he demanded, trying to not reveal his wavering confidence. And what was the catch? There’s no way you were some guardian out of the goodness of your heart.

He could practically hear Sukuna smirk inside his head and it unnerved him. Sukuna was privy to all kinds of information about curses and Jujutsu that Yuji learned at school, a lot of which even involved the King of Curses himself. Yet he hardly had anything to comment on then. So why was he so damn talkative about this story?

I protected the shrine… Never said shit about the people in it. And then that horrible, raucous laughter of Sukuna’s echoed in his head.

“Shut up!”

“Huh?”

Yuji snapped back to his girlfriend, who stared back at him with wide, confused eyes. Shit. He said that outloud, didn’t he?

“Sh-Shut up— no way they’ve got fluffy ice!” he tried to save, pointing past her to a nearby stall, “We gotta get some!”

She looked behind her, following his finger, and then laughed, relieved that it was something as simple as that rather than something she might have said, “I swear, all you ever think about is food, Yuji.”

“That’s not true… I think about you a lot.”

…is what Yuji would’ve said if he were smoother, more confident, and convinced that a line like that wouldn’t send her running for the hills. But of course, he wasn’t any of those things. So he just rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish laugh and nodded when she suggested they go get in line for some.

He wanted to just enjoy the night, to forget about curses and Jujutsu and most of all Sukuna — he practically dared the curse to make another fucking remark, to get all of his unwelcome commentary out now while he could. But the inside of his head had gone, thankfully, radio silent. So he made peace with the fact that Sukuna had gotten bored with all of this and had gone back into his own soul to sleep.

But no. Sukuna was not gone, nor bored. Far from it.

He was hungry.

Sukuna watched Yuji’s little girlfriend through his host’s eyes.

He’d excused himself to go use the restroom soon after they’d gotten their fluffy ice to split, and now he’d just stopped to watch her, sitting on a bench near the edge of the temple, the mouth of the forest, and enjoying her frozen treat with childish glee. The lovestruck fool was living in the moment, watching her with a heart full of warmth and just wanting to take it all in.

For Sukuna however, his stare was full of a hunger growing more and more ravenous with every second.

Of course she looked delicious at all times.  In her school uniform (girl’s uniforms were one of the few innovations of this era he could fully get behind), in her gym clothes the times she and Yuji went jogging together. Even that little floral sundress number she’d worn on their last date had really gotten his motor going. She was just a gorgeous little thing, and exactly his type.

Sickeningly sweet and salaciously stupid.

 But there was something about her right now, dolled up in a snow white yukata, walking under the warm glow of the traditional lanterns, down the path of a temple he once called home — she looked like she could have existed just like this, a thousand years ago. That she could’ve encountered him when he was at the height of his power, looking just like this.

It took everything in him not to utter “Extension” and tear her to pieces in front of every pair of prying eyes right here on this stone path. 

But no. He had to control himself.

He had to plan his moves carefully, he couldn’t just cause havoc willy-nilly, not without raising an unignorable alarm for the Jujutsu Sorcerers to put Yuji Itadori and himself down like Old Yeller. No, now was not the time to rape and pillage and have his fun.

It didn’t mean he was happy about it, though.

Somehow, there was something even worse about not being able to have his way in this form then it had been when his soul was fractured for a thousand years. At least before he’d manifested, he was held back by the fact that it was impossible to do anything else — he literally couldn’t have physically let loose even if he wanted to. He was essentially stuck in purgatory.

But now, when he had the full ability to ravage but had to keep himself in check, with only himself and his self-preservation to answer to? God, it practically fucking burned. It wasn’t right. If he didn’t get some kind of outlet soon, he was going to go crazy. 

It was like he was a dog, kept chained and locked up within the cage of his own skin. But that’s not what he was. He wasn’t a fucking housepet. He was a hunter, a predator.

And a damned good one at that.

There was a huge difference between other Curses and Sukuna. The sorcerers had decided to define this difference by grades. But Sukuna believed that the real explanation was much less academic, much more simple.

After all, just because a curse was “Special Grade” didn’t mean that it was worth a damn. It could have all the cursed energy in the world, but if it didn’t know how to properly hunt? It’d be lucky to last a century. 

They were trophic beings at the end of the day.

Low-level Curses, like flyheads? They were, at best, Primary Consumers. If he were being blunt, most of them were Producers, barely above algae. They tended to draw in more Jujutsu Sorcerers than they were worth. Sitting fucking ducks.

That waste of space from the Juvenile Detention Center? A Secondary Consumer. He could pick off the herbivores that were humans. Injured zebras falling behind the herd like his host and the little girl with the hammer.

And the little patchwork punk? The one that dared to put his pathetic mitts on his soul twice? Sukuna would be generous and call him a Tertiary Consumer. He sure did give that Seven to Three Sorcerer and his host a run for their money.

But Sukuna, himself? Of course, he was an apex predator. He knew how to wait, to watch, to be patient. To wait until his prey was in exactly the right position where victory, making the kill, was guaranteed.

Enter: Yuji’s new little girlfriend. The ingénue. 

The prey.

…

Okay, so maybe she was some low-hanging fruit, but it’s not like he could be too choosy. And boy was she ripe for the picking.

Besides, a top of the food chain hunter such as himself knew how to make some fun, a chase out of anything. 

Yes, little Yuji Itadori should’ve listened to his teachers. Dating a non-sorcerer, bringing such a tempting piece of meat into his eyeline and waving it around so proudly was a very bad idea.

And Sukuna lived for bad ideas.

“Extension.”

She perked up as Yuji re-approached, “Hey—!” then paused, head cocking as she noticed something… different about him.

“What’s with the…?” she gestured over her face, indicating the black marks now running across his skin.

“They were doing some face-painting at one of the booths,” he answered simply, lowly, “Looks good, right?”

She flushed a bit at the timber of his voice, eyes dropping to the cup of fluffy ice in her hands. Even imitating Itadori, there was a huskiness, a darkness in Sukuna’s voice that couldn’t be masked. And it sent shivers straight up his prey’s lovely spine.

“Y-Yeah… Looks really good.”

He smirked. Trap set.

“Really good, huh?” he purred, sitting on the bench not only next to her, but with his legs pressing hard against hers.

Her cheeks flushed, giggling as he slid his arm behind her shoulders on the bench, and giddy embarrassment set her body afloat. She liked this, liked it a lot. She always wanted Yuji to sweet-talk and touch her like this, more than she really should honestly. But she was way too embarrassed to ever admit that herself. So this extra flirty mood he seemed to be in at the moment was sending her straight to Cloud 9.

“...Uh— Uh-huh. R-Really good.”

She hazarded a look at his face again, the intensity, the uninhibited desire burning like coal in those lazy-lidded eyes sending an all new feeling of excitement through her body. One she’d been denying for a while.

With a squeak, she looked back forward, jutting the cup of fluffy ice over in his general direction, “D-Do you want some more?!”

He barely paid the measly little treat any mind, far more invested in the delicacy so pretty and wrapped up in an obi for him. 

“Yeah, why not.”

She turned towards him, eyes focussing on his tight chest rather than his sinful eyes, so that she could pick up the spoon and feed him. But before she could even touch the utensil, he reached past it, towards her, and caught a little drip of sweet syrup at the corner of her mouth with his thumb. 

Her breath hitched, loud and embarrassingly. But this only seemed to spur him on. He brushed it slowly along the length of her lower lip, pressing it in ever so slightly when he got to the center, kissing the pad of his thumb to her teeth. He could feel everything about her through this, the way her throat bobbed anxiously, the shuttering breath against his skin, the way her tongue sank forward instinctually to meet him. 

She couldn’t help it, the hypnotic lull that it pulled her into. Her eyes started to shutter closed, but in doing so she noticed something.

His nails.

Sukuna clocked this almost simultaneously, whipping his hand back before she completely lost her stupor and bringing the thumb to his own lips, nails hidden from sight. He made a show of licking the residuals of sweetness off of it, eyes boring straight into hers.

“Tastes even better this way,” he purred.

She flushed and turned away quickly and completely, her back to him, beyond embarrassed, “Y-Yuji—!”

“What?”

“That’s so embarrassing,” she squeaked.

“What do you mean?” he husked, leaning in from above her, pressing impossibly closer into her back, “What’s so embarrassing about loving the way you taste?”

Sukuna could feel her cheeks heat up as he slotted his nose into her shoulder, “In fact…”

He pressed his mouth, motionless, into the nape of her neck. He breathed into it, doing everything in his power to get a whisper of a taste of that skin, without devouring her whole.

“I’d love to taste more.”

He ran his hands down her arms, nails catching on every goosebump. They were going slow, teasing, but they weren’t stopping. No, they were not stopping their descent. Not until they got to—

“Y-Yuji,” she gasped out an embarrassed laugh as his hands slipped down to cover her own over the cup, sticky and cold from the fluffy ice dripping forgotten over them, “Come on, there are people around…”

“And?” Sukuna’s fingers weaved with her own squeezing tight, his hips slanting flush against her ass, “If there weren’t people around?”

She tilted her head back, startled by how close his lips were to hers when she did so. Startled, but not scared off. No. Intoxicated. Caught in the center of the spider’s web.

Trapped. Right where he wanted her.

Sukuna’s smirk widened and he caught her lips, all pretense gone. He was going in for the kill.

There was a reason why she was easy prey, and it wasn’t just because she was meek and malleable, easy for Sukuna to overwhelm even without powers.

It was because she wanted this from Yuji, had wanted it for a while, actually. If he didn’t know from all the needing looks and batting lashes she’d sent his way over the last six months — a virgin whore if he’d ever seen one —  it was more than obvious now. The way she grinded against him, gasped excitedly as he shoved her against a tree, back arching as he turned the top of her yukata into a belt, exposing her bare chest to his rough, relentless palms.

He was brought back to the other fucks he’d had under this very tree, when he’d been able to dig his claws into the flesh of shrine maidens until he felt bone. Or that village girl whose spine he’d snapped in half as he came.

This wasn’t nearly as physically exhilarating as those times, but there was something oddly even more exciting about it on a sentimental level. Of course, it was his first fuck in over a millennia, and a virgin at that (his fucking favorite), but she was Yuji’s too. 

Yuji’s girlfriend, Yuji’s love, Yuji’s prize to be won — and he’d stolen her right under the brat’s nose. The only thing that would make it better would be if Yuji could actually see it right now.

He could let that go for now though, especially considering how pliant and eager she was, the way she held back her yelps and locked down any complaints as they slipped down to the cold, crackly ground, her bare back grinding hard into the bark. He knew that it hurt her, he could smell the blood and feel the way her breath hitched in his mouth, and yet miraculously, she didn’t say a word. She wanted this to happen, she wanted to make him happy. And she was too shy to voice anything that might result in otherwise.

“You ready?” he purred, already shoving his pants down to his knees and giving himself a few preparatory pumps, regardless of her answer.

She gulped, and nodded hurriedly.

As soon as he moved her panties to the side and rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance exploratorily, Sukuna knew she was lying. Her body was clearly not quite there. She was plenty wet, sure, but she was still tense from the nerves, and shallow from the lack of prep. 

That was fine though. Actually, it was great. That added ring of resistance? That’s what made virgins and victims the absolute perfect prey, that’s what made them intoxicating.

He couldn’t have held back if he wanted to.

Without any other warning, he slammed his hips forward, fucking her fully.

She cried out with a volume that was clearly not all from joy. She was hurt. And he almost came on the spot at the sound.

“Are you okay?” he asked, just to keep in character. He didn’t care either way.

“Mm—! Mm-hmm!” she nodded frantically, tears clear in her eyes and hesitant to open her mouth, lest she reveal the actual pain she was in.

Oh, a little tough girl, huh? He could fucking fall in love.

Sukuna kept a serious face, but inside he was splitting in two, smiling.

“You sure? Do you want me to stop?” he insisted. It’s not like he would, even if she wanted to. But the idea of her powering through the pain, begging him to keep going even as he broke her? It was just too good to pass up.

“Y-Yes,” she yelped out in such a sweet, strained voice, “P-Please, keep going Yuji!”

He reached forward, running a hand through her hair, that once perfect little updo now frazzled and ruined with leaves and dirt, “I’ll be gentle, okay?”

She sniffled and put on a brave, quivering smile, nodding. He dragged out of her to the tip, slowly, expertly, pulling from her the first little gasp of pleasure.

Then he bottomed out inside her.

She cried out loudly, nails clinging into his back with vicelock strength as he fucked her, truly fucked her. She tried to make those cries sound pleasured, like moans. But she couldn’t hide the screams they truly were. She pulled him closer so that she could try and muffle them into his shoulder. 

But that wouldn’t do. No, that would not fucking do.

The hand in her hair tightened, pulling her head back harshly so that she had nowhere to direct her noise but into the night sky as he pounded into her. She bit her lip, trying to keep them at bay.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” he groaned, genuinely, “What about you, baby? Do you feel good?”

She tried to just get away with nodding and whining.

“Tell me baby,” he pressed, “Tell me it feels good.”

“I-It… It feels good!” she finally cried out, desperate for him to stop, “Y-Yuji, it feels so good!”

He pressed his lips into her cheek, almost cumming on the spot as the streams of tears down her skin touched his tongue.

“I love you so much,” he growled shamelessly.

She smiled a face-splitting smile, eyes wide and puffy, and body completely open and raw, as she tried to love away the pain.

“M-Me too!” she almost gagged, “I love you too!!”

In this life, the previous, or even the next, Sukuna was sure he’d never cum as hard as he did when he saw that face. 

Yuji stared down at her in absolute horror. What had he done? No, what had he done?!

His girlfriend, that pure, perfect girl, the one true light of his life, was laid out beneath him, a complete mess. Covered in dirt, hickeys, and a sheen of her own sweat and tears. 

Raped.

Her bare chest rose and fell heavily (he could be thankful for that at least), and her cheek rested against the twisting roots of the tree they were under as she tried to catch her breath.

No.

No, no, no, no, no—

Her eyes blinked open as she felt a splash against her flesh, pulling her from her post-sex daze. She turned to look up at Yuji, instantly shocked to see him hunched over her and sobbing uncontrollably.

“Yuji?” she gasped, “Yuji what’s wrong?”

“I… I-I just—” he choked, trying desperately not to throw up. His fingers ran shakily across the divots in her skin, the scratches and bitemarks, “Are you o-okay?”

She followed his stroking hands to her marred shoulders and whipped back to him with a gasp.

“Ohhh, sweetie no— don’t worry about those! I’m fine!”

“A-Are you sure?” he rasped.

“Of course!” she pulled him down into a tight embrace, “I loved it, Yuji.”

Those words stabbed him harder and hotter than anything else she could’ve said. Made it all so much worse.

“I absolutely loved it.”

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[chaoticevilspacewitch]

RWBY Fanfic Recommendation List

Fics that have really struck me, vaguely organized by ship and/or topic.

Bumbleby (Blake x Yang)

first off, basically anything by pugoata. She's the goddess-empress of the Bees. I'm gonna give particular props to Banshee, as it was the first longer fic and AU that I read, and it really opened up my mind to what fanfic could be.

You're a Mountain, Full of Glory - a ski/snowboard with amazing characterization and a closing scene that will live rent-free in my head forever, in a good way.

They Can't Steal the Love You're Born to Find - childhood soulmates repeatedly torn apart and reconnecting, with courtroom drama. One of the most angst-ridden Bee fics I've ever read.

Fucking In Love - pornstar AU that gets right to the sex and slow burns the romance. Hot as hell while also full of tenderness and pining.

Midnight Menagerie - exotic dancer, kinda-cyberpunk dystopia AU. Edges you forever with the sex, earns all the angst tags, and we are majorly trusting @kaelidascope when she promises an amazing happy ending.

Bite Me Like You Love Me - one of the hottest Bee smutfics I've ever read.

You and Me - Blake discovers she's pregnant the day Yang goes MIA on a mission and struggles through being a single mother teaching their child about her amazing other mom. Short, happy ending, amazingly sweet.

WhiteRose (Ruby x Weiss)

The Foxtrot - Ruby and Weiss repair their broken lives after the war. It's one of the most popular RWBY fics of all time for a reason.

Can You See My Strings?/Deja Vu - premium mentally ill Weiss escapes from child abuse angst, with a happy ending if you read the sequel.

But Your Voice Used to Be Mine - Weiss escapes abuse to join RBY's punk band whose smash hit she inspired.

Just One Cigarette - Ruby and Weiss have a little meetup roleplay and it's really good.

Faunus Weiss (generally major themes of struggling with internal and external racism)

Craving the Sky - Weiss has painfully concealed her faunus heritage while she tries to earn her father's love. The support of her team, and the love of Blake and Yang (BeesSchnees) help her soar on her own.

Black Swan Theory - faunus Weiss struggles to recover from child abuse and navigate a deeply racist society while building a relationship with Pyrrha (Schneekos).

Clipped Wings - secret faunus Weiss, dealing with racism and abuse from Jacques, this time slow burning towards Pollination.

Villainesses

Melting Glace - Cinder and Neo find love, and no redemption, in the trauma of failing to destroy Beacon. Will make you cheer for them to win by the end.

Rise from the Ashes - Cinder has a Vader moment and saves Ruby from Salem, and Ruby's pure heart helps her heal, and their adversarial relationship turn to affection. Peak RWBY enemies-to-lovers.

Odds & Ends

The Bermuda Triangle - great modern AU BeesSchnees that gets filthy hot at the end.

Midnight Rose - Summer rescues and adopts Cinder out of Atlas. Their relationship, and Cinder coming to love the Xiao Long-Rose family, is beautifully depicted. Still very much ongoing (no ships as of yet).

Fallen Maiden - Jaune dies protecting Pyrrha at Beacon, and the Fall Maiden power remains split. Will Pyrrha's bloody crusade of vengeance consume her? Or, 'Pyrrha goes full Magneto and fucks Cinder up'.

What's In A Name? - Winter and May grow up together, struggling to cope with their feelings for each other against the background of the Atlas aristocracy.

Red Sky at Night - This excellently-composed fic has a hacked Penny as the primary antagonist of the Beacon arc and builds it to Nuts & Dolts. It captures both Penny's horror at being controlled in her own body and RWBY's fear in fighting a seemingly unstoppable enemy, almost like Terminator vibes, and ultimately takes it to a very sweet relationship.

Linked In Life and Love - I'd be remiss if I didn't mention this one. I really, really love the first act, where Team RWBY sees Blake suffering terribly through a surprise heat cycle and decides that they will all "help" her with it. It's sweet and tender and feels legit for them. I'm not a huge fan of where all the series has gone since, but I would invite anyone to judge that for themselves.

(As I see this getting a decent amount of traffic, I'll just point out that, if it's convinced you [correctly] of my impeccable taste in fanfic, you might want to check out my own RWBY writings)

[talenlee]

Hanamusa, Explained

There is a nonzero chance if you follow me on tumblr, you’ve seen the term ‘Hanamusa’ attached to something I shared. It’s probably also some super cute art of Delia Ketchum and Jessie Teamrocket, and you may wonder what is going on and also, why is there so much good art of this.

Hanamusa as a term derives from the Japanese names of the characters – Hanako and Musashi. If you’re into shipping name structures, Hana-Musa implies that Hanako is the seme and Musashi the uke, but I don’t think that holds for all use cases of the type of terminology. It’s a ship. It’s an AU ship, as in an ‘alternate universe’ ship, where the two characters are presented in a context outside of the normal context of the anime presentation of them.

The Hanamusa ship as I understand it is set at some point after Jessie and James stop chasing Ash around, and Jessie settles down into a relationship with Delia. There’s tension about her history with Ash and the confusion about finding Your Personal Villain dating your mom, but mostly it’s about showing a sweet domestic life between two characters you know very well in a format I kind of see as like, Comedy-Sabot Romantic 4koma. Like, Hanamusa content is funny (and it is VERY funny) but it doesn’t need to be funny, because the main thing it’s about is showing these two characters and their relationship as they do cute things together.

It’s why people watch shows like K-On basically.

As for where this idea comes from, (EDIT: Slightly wonky wording here, I should have phrased 'this current fandom push' - I don't have any reason to believe Mai INVENTED the ship, just that when you go looking you'll wind up at her work) it seems to have its genesis with the work of one Kiana Mai, who developed this ship some time ago. Kiana Mai is also an extremely skilled artist, and one of those skills seems to be focus, creating these extremely clean-line excellently structured scene vignettes with no unnecessary content in them but also no need to rocket along. It’s amazing, engaging work that uses every part of the small format amazingly well. Which makes sense because one of the things Kiana Mai does is storyboarding work for Disney animated TV shows, a task at which I am sure she no doubt excels.

What I think is the most interesting aspect of Hanamusa, to me specifically, is that it manages to combine three things I don’t actually care about, in a way that doesn’t interfere with something I have unexpectedly strong opinions on. I do not watch Pokemon, and I have not shed a tear for Team Rocket and Ash Ketchum wandering into the sunset. That is a show that is not for or about my interests and that is okay. Indeed, imagining that it should be about what interests me is baffling. I think if I stopped watching a show twenty years ago, I have lost all right to act like I’m entitled to expect it remain the way it was all the way back then.

But I do have opinions on Jessie and James’ character voice. Not their voice acting – I mean, I know for a fact they’ve had to change over time and no voice actor should be obligated to kick it in the same role for what could be their entire career. I mean the way they talk about things and the words they use and kind of emphasis they put on words when they talk. About the way they voice their ideas, or the way they express who they are in the way they talk to one another, that stuff. It’s about affordances and persona, about the kind of people you project being by what words you choose to use and the affect when using them.

It’s why when, if a picture of a character is underneath it, you can read some dril posts as being ‘appropriately’ voiced by a character, even if it’s describing a candle situation that Francis Crozier did not have opinions on.

Jessie has a voice.

Jessie, in my head, is someone capable of moments of tenderness and friendship that is normally overwhelmed by an incredible confidence in ability she does not have and mere reality will never be given permission to infringe on it. Jessie is unassailably unstoppably sure of herself, thoughtlessly stupid in a way that doesn’t mean she is stupid, but which exists in a context of someone who has relentlessly pursued excellence in her job which is also the equivalent of being a late night 7/11 manager. She is the Girlboss that is Gaslighting herself into thinking she has something to Gatekeep.

Delia Ketchum by comparison is a very nice piece of wallpaper. Every appearance of her in my mind is someone Very Nice who is Very Patient and Very Supportive and has managed to keep literally all emotionally challenging conversations from happening around Ash, which can be perhaps easier when you remember that he, too, is an idiot. I don’t know how Delia Ketchum talks, but I do know that there are ways that Delia Ketchum does not talk.

This is interesting! It’s interesting because it presents a character where I am very sure I know what she does do when she does it, and a character about whom I can only be sure wouldn’t do some things. It creates a character space, and it creates expectations of affect and performance within that space. Ash and other characters show up as well, but because they get to interact with this already-defined space, you get treated to this really lovely kind of resonance. Would Ash call Jessie ‘dad’? Maybe, to bug her. He was good at being a twerp. Wasn’t he? I mean I remember it that way, he seems to work out that way, but… how would I know?

I know more of this AU where Jessie is studying to be a Pokemon Doctor and Ash wears glasses than I do of the source material any more. And if you’re wondering ‘hey, do Jessie and Delia ever meet in the source material?’ Like, yeah, for a few seconds. What, the point is creating something new.

If you want to check out Hanamusa stuff and read the comics, I recommend going and clicking on the hashtag on tumblr.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#Anime #Media

[octarinecat]

"His Weakness" collaboration that I made with wonderful and amazingly creative @dark-and-kawaii which wrote for us the story! Don't forget to look at her blog! 💜💚 Soft Raphael | Tender | Comfort | You are his little mouse Who could have fathomed that the devil’s weakness would be so quaint, so profoundly human? Raphael, no matter the mindset of his mood, became so tame with just a tender caress, your fingers dancing lightly across his skin. The flutter of his long lashes, as they closed in a quiet surrender, would always steal your breath away. There lay an unspeakable beauty in his eyes, in his lashes, you swore they were like invisible chains keeping you here at his side.

Your cherished moments were those when he would sit at his desk, writing up some new contract frustratingly, his temperament almost irate. Clad in your silk robe, draped loosely around you, you would approach the devil- your devil, wrapping him in the warmth of an embrace from behind. Your fingers always tracing the hidden strength of his muscles, clothed yet palpable. The way he would abandon his quill, freeing his hand to secure yours against him, a gesture so simple yet so profoundly intimate. Raphael would recline, a soft sigh parting his lips, yielding to the serenity of your touch, the gentle graze of your nails ever so soothing.

As sleep beckoned him, Raphael found himself seeking you out, a secret desperation for your presence whispering through him. Whether you lounged on his plush couch, lay amidst opulent pillows on the floor near his bath, or awaited him in the shared sanctuary of his bed, each time he’d find solace in your embrace. “You know what I enjoy, little mouse,” a quiet command to which you were only too willing to oblige. With his shirt cast aside, your nails sketched visions and dreams upon his back, his head nestled within the warmth of your lap as you continued your gentle ministrations. Each bite into his skin drew forth a deeper shiver of pleasure, painting a genuine smile upon your face. The delight of having such a formidable fiend so exposed, so vulnerable beneath your touch… My how it elicited a soft chuckle from your lips.

And each time you chuckled, the roles would reverse and you found yourself beneath him, the devil straddling your hips, his smirk devilishly charming. "Something amusing, pet?" he would challenge, striving to wield control, to maintain his powerful facade around you. Yet, when you slipped your hand from his grasp and traced your nails delicately along his cheek, he would find himself leaning into your touch, surrendering once more before pressing a kiss into your palm, his sharp teeth nipping at your skin, “My little mouse.”

[creative-heart]

Can I get more of your amazing fluffy fluff? 🥹 Whatever you want as long as it's Enzo (What else should it be for me, right?)

"DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT"| ENZO VOGRINCIC

Lucia's notes: Hey my dearest! Today's your lucky day! I've been meaning to write this fluffy drabble for sweet Enzo, this kinda comes from my previous fic "Make a wish my darling" and from the song "like my father" by Jax. I really really hope you enjoy this!

Pairing: Enzo Vogrincic - Reader

Content Warning: None I think, this is just fluff.

Word Count: 570.

As Enzo and you stumble through the door to your shared apartment after the party, both slightly tipsy, one too many drinks had flowed your way at Pipe’s house, your shoes already in hand, your hair up in a messy bun; you set the things on your hands down by the front door and make your way to the kitchen to grab something to drink, but before you make it too far, your boyfriend wraps his hands around your waist pulling you back into his chest, your back flushed against his front as he peppers soft kisses on your exposed shoulder whispering in your ear “Can I have this dance chiquita?”.

You turn your head slightly to look at him as he’s never one to dance,but nod smiling and turn around in his arms “No music needed?” you ask merely above a whisper as you wrap your arms around the taller man’s neck. He smiles lazily still holding you close in his arms shaking his head as he starts swaying you both side to side softly. He’s holding you so close to his own body that you start to believe you’d merge into one if that were possible, but you couldn’t care less, you love being this close to him, your head finding its perfect spot on his chest over his heart, you could listen to the rhythmic thump all day long. 

You’ve been like this for what seems hours, until you hear Enzo’s voice softly whispering in your ear; “I am so lucky to have you in my life, you truly make me the happiest man on this earth, and I’d do everything and anything to see you smile every day of my life”. You feel your cheeks heat up with the soft blush, you may have been together for a few years now, but whenever this lovely man said anything this sweet to you, it was inevitable to feel the flutter in the pit of your stomach. You simply hum softly as to let him know you’re listening and keep your eyes closed, your fingers trailing up and down his arm as he continues with the musicless dancing. “You know I want to be this way our whole lives, I can’t wait to marry you, I’ll make it my life’s purpose to make you as happy as you can be, I’ll bring you flowers, or a sweet treat every day I go out, I promise to keep the dating even after we’re married”. He looks at you at the time you open your eyes to look at him.

“Did…did you just say mariage?” you whisper as you had never really talked about that seriously and smile tearing up looking into his eyes as you see him nod.

“Oh, not only that, I can’t wait to start a family with you, see you being pregnant, watch you become a mama, you’re gonna be the best at it, I can tell, hear the pitterpatter of little feet running around the house” he smiles and you just stand on your tiptoes to lock your lips on his into the most tender, loving, sweetest kiss you’ve shared this far. You know it, you know you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with this man; here, at this very moment, dancing in the middle of your moonlit living room, you swear you could see the future painted out for you.

Lucia's notes: Due and HUGE thanks to my lovely lil sis @madame-fear who helped create these amazingly cute dividers, love you mimi!

Taglist:

@espinasrubi @candycanes19 @castawaycherry @cyliarys-starlight @luceracastro @koiibiito @nperoconelcositoarriba @lxdyred @deepinsideyourbeing

[storyofmychoices]

The Greatest Gift

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist] 

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~500 Rating/Warnings: general, no warnings, all the fluff

Prompts: Christmas: @choicesdecember2023, @choicesficwriterscreations, @choicesholidays, @choicesflashfics (Prompt 1, in bold)

Synopsis: There is just one last gift that needs to be wrapped.

This amazingly hilarious and playful art is by the lovely @weetlebeetle

"Looks like we still have one to go." 

Surveying the chaotic scene, Olivia took in the scattered array of wrapped gifts, crumpled paper, and an assortment of ribbons, bows, and boxes strewn across the room. Despite the mess, one thing became apparent—there were no more gifts left to wrap as far as her eyes could reach. The new mother questioned with concern, "What am I missing?"

Bryce chuckled mischievously as he dashed towards an empty box. With a wink, he hopped inside, fixing a large bow he had grabbed on his head. "Oh, just the best present of all."

Olivia couldn't help but roll her eyes, fighting back a smile at his playful antics. After a marathon last-minute wrapping session, she felt exhausted, knowing that Malia would soon wake from her nap. "What are you doing in there?"

He pressed one hand to his hips, the other framing his face handsomely. "Don't you want to know what the last present is?" His lips pulled up in a devilish smirk.

"I think I can guess..." she frowned. "We agreed..." It had been just over four weeks since her delivery, but they had agreed to wait closer to six. 

"Give me a chance‚" He extended his arm toward her. "I promise, you won't be disappointed." 

Reluctantly, she inched closer until she laced her hand with his.

"The last thing to wrap—" He whispered, drawing her closer. "—Is my arms around you."

Olivia found her smile impossible to contain as he drew her into his warm embrace. A playful giggle escaped her lips as she nuzzled her face into the curve of his neck. She looped her arms around him, savoring the comfort and stillness of the moment. 

"Sometimes, being with you feels so much like a dream—" Bryce murmured softly, his fingers dancing delicately through her hair "—and I don’t ever want to wake up." 

"Bryce—" his name slipped quietly from her lips. She turned her head up to meet his eyes. The warmth of the lights glistened in his adoring gaze. Her voice was tender, "This, right here, with you and Malia—it's the most beautiful dream come true. I couldn't think of anyone better to share my life with."

His lips rested against her forehead, pressing a lingering kiss. "You're the greatest gift I didn't know I needed."

The twinkling Christmas tree bathed the room in a warm, comforting glow as Olivia and Bryce swayed gently to the soft Christmas melodies playing in the background. Each sway brought them closer to one another, their hearts beating together. 

Amidst the busyness of the season, small moments like this reminded them that despite the lights, the decorations, and the presents, the only thing they truly needed was this: the love between them and their daughter sleeping soundly, knowing that when she woke she'd be showered in adoration. 

I hope you have a beautiful Christmas (if you celebrate). May the season be filled with wonderful memories with family and friends.

[living-dead-girl7]

montgomery scott (scotty, star trek can be tos or aos) x reader

not proofread, probably typos and errors

The Enterprise engine room buzzes around Scotty’s ears, a white noise to him that he's sure he could fall asleep to if he had the resolve to sleep for once. At the current time, he is idly tinkering away at some long put off project that holds no true significance, but he can’t give himself a moment of rest, fearing something will always happen. The doors adjacent to his office open with a light ‘swoosh,’ and Scotty can hear the light pattering of boots across the floor. He leans back in his chair expecting a red shirt to barge in saying they can't seem to figure out how to fix one of the replicators, and will inevitably find himself hunched over shoving wire back into the right position. He will never deny his love of the ship, but god can she be stubborn. 

A gentle rap in the door frame breaks him from his trance. To his surprise, it's not a red shirt, but his favorite medical officer leaning casually against the frame with a soft smile full of affection, that he finds himself returning. 

‘“Hey lass, what brings you ‘ere?”

The officer in blue pushes herself off from the door and rounds the corner to sit in front of him at his desk. Scotty finds himself, without thought, gently resting his hands on her sides as she is perched at his desk. “Just wanted to see my favorite engineer.”

The Scotsman lets out a heartfelt laugh, it's far from condescending, it's a gut laugh that radiates pure adoration and affection. His hands that rest at your sides soothing find their way to your arms, gently running them up and down the length of them. A tender moment that is hidden from the bustling energy of the ship. With a gentle squeeze and soft peck, Scotty reluctantly lets you go, knowing McCoy would be hollering about his top psychologist being gone for too long. Just before you part ways, Scotty feels a gentle tug at his sleeve, a well rehearsed dance that he finds himself smiling fondly at. 

“Hmm?” Murmurs the Scotsman

“Remember, you are off at 5 today, and so I am…I am expecting my favorite engineer to be cuddled up with me tonight…” The idea makes Scotty smile fondly, 

“Aye.”

With that, the woman in blue parts with him, but not without one last peck to his cheek and and soft goodbye full of what can only be described as a deep set of adoration

Hours pass in a blur and amazingly, at 5:15 Scotty finds himself kicking his boots off in his quarters as his favorite blue shirt waltz’s in, gazing happily at her Scotsman. Uniforms now discarded into the nearest hamper, the two officers are curled up under the covers. Scotty in some sweatpants and an old t-shirt he can’t remember where he got it from, and his medical officer in his old academy shirt and probably some long forgotten pair of shorts he didn't even realize he owned. Scotty sighs contently as her head slots between his shoulder and neck, his arms snaking tightly around her middle to pull her as close as possible, and their legs tangled together, desperately searching for each other's warmth. A soft mumble comes from her mouth, 

“How was your day?” 

The scotsman sighs, and with a grumble in his accent you are so fond of, “It was alright, some new engineers, that I don’t even know how graduated from the academy, can't figure our how to properly wire the replicator and-” 

Scotty stops mid sentence as he realizes his girl is softly sleeping. Her eyelashes resting against her cheek so softly he can't help but smile. The way her lips part slightly as she breathes makes his heart skip a beat. He feels like a teenager again, despite his complaints about his back and knees, feeling like a lovesick puppy at the mere thought of you. He finds solace in you, a breath of fresh air in the stale and artificial atmosphere of the ship. His thoughts wander to why you, a breathtaking, young, smart, and enchanting girl choose him, a grumpy and old redshirt who likes to drink and fiddle with the ship. An odd pair in his opinion, but you will never hear any complaints from him. Jim says that you two are the sun and moon, rain and shine, night and day, two people destined for each other no matter what, without one, the other can’t exist. 

As you sleep soundly for once, a velvet box is tucked away into the nightstand on Scotty's side of the bed. He smiles at the thought of you walking down the aisle on your wedding day, glowing as you smile up at him. One day it will happen, he knows, he loves you too much to not see it through.

[starssighting]

Armand and Louis first meeting’s scene is heartbreaking. I was wondering why I’m moved to tears every single time I watch it and I think it’s the contrasts: the score is amazingly soft and it says: ‘these two will love each other for seven decades, can you imagine it?’ and I can see it, there I really can. That was the first time I actually felt the love that these two have for each other. At the same time Louis is so scared of this ancient vampire in that moment and the ancient vampire is mesmerised by Louis. And then all those scenes are interspersed with scenes from Dubai and (Assad and Jacob are so great here) they have these looks on them- of fondness and reminiscence and melancholy and Louis is smiling but Armand is more subdued, his look is soft but there’s also a sadness there. Maybe he feels that the spark they had that night is now dimmed. I think that right there is an amazing bit of subtle acting and they’re soooo good, maybe my favourite bit of acting from the episode. Finally, the shot is what makes it all work so well: there’s no camera movement, but the focus is initially on Louis and then it shifts on Armand, but the two of them are always both in the shot. Levan Akin the director you are, I could kiss you on the mouth. It really gives you this sense of tender love, but with a melancholy to it that breaks your heart. And the score expresses it perfectly. Daniel Hart, *tips hat*, bravo.

Btw go see And then we danced and Crossings by Levan Akin he really is a great director

[goldenteaset]

So unlike my other posts for @tristampparty , this one is focused on two things that are connected but not directly. But they are about the twins, who are Plants, so it fits the theme. XD

I have so many thoughts about Vash's panicked/drowning reaction in the Plant fluid and Nai's reaction to it. "Breathe, Vash." It's another unexpected reminder that for all he projects onto Vash, he does genuinely care for him (which makes everything worse). As, well, erotic horror as the tentacles right afterward is, I can't help but read it also as Vash trying to fight off a life preserver...

And now, we get into what I like to call "I'm Biased Toward A Specific Sort of Antagonist And Unfortunately I'm Also A Writer", aka a fic idea poorly disguised as analysis. And also a post about how attractive(ly scary) Nai is. XD;

Every day I thank Studio Orange for Nai, and also hope desperately that at least some shred of what I'd like to see with him actually happens.

Look at him. What a wonderful smile! And it's so deliciously jarring compared to the corpses that are all around him and Vash. Episode 3 and that "Does it cure the loneliness?" line were the creators preparing a lure, and then by episode 9 they cast it with That Smile to younger Vash in this exact spot, and here they hooked me and never let go.

My favorite antagonists deeply care for the protagonist, often in very complicated ways that offer up a hundred interpretations, but the most common one is love. Nai loves Vash--the memories of him, the idea of him, the saint, the sinner. And in this moment, he almost comes to love him as a person, too. "Join me, and we can save our kind." (Also of note: I love how this is framed so that the audience can see this side of Nai as well. It's a very compelling moment and wouldn't be out of place in an otome game.)

I was so excited for more of this: more Nai gently denying Vash his autonomy, lovingly indoctrinating/baptizing him into his cult as a fellow Angel and what that might mean!

...And then I realized that this scene happened only a few minutes in and oh. Oh no.

Don't get me wrong: I love/am horrified by the Tesla scene, and the desert and Rem scenes are amazingly done. But they're forceful, like Nai is embodying that "Gentle Persuasion" meme, and that just isn't scary to me. I would've mostly kept them as they are, but maybe leaned more into the "Everything I did was for you/a paradise for us" lines. Because yes, Nai is being a manipulative slimeball here, but I also think he has 1000% chugged his own Freudian koolaid so much that it's leaking out of his pores.

So I'd do it all mostly backwards, is what I'm saying: show the scene with Rem first, then the desert, then Tesla, then combine the "Join me~" + geranium garden scenes into one. It can convince Vash and the audience. Vash is now worn down, and more importantly he sees Nai as both a savior and, like the other Plants, someone who needs him.

Have there be visions of Vash's companions in the geranium garden (but conveniently far away) happily interacting with the Plants. Show Rosa and her baby! Wolfwood and Livio with the other orphans! So many knife-twisting ways to make this all seem like the best of all possible worlds. Have Vash mindbreak himself.

Now when Vash transforms and starts consuming July/impregnating the Plants, it's not just happening because he's just an empty vessel: Vash earnestly thinks it's the right thing to do.

(To twist the knife, I'd also bring back the "I can hear you. Don't be afraid" line at this moment. Heck, maybe it can all even sound triumphant from his POV, with tender piano music or similar. And then we cut to Meryl, desperately trying to reach him...)

[operafantomet]

SOME THOUGHTS ON FROZEN OSLO

(no pun intended, even if Oslo has had temperatures as low as minus 23 degrees celsius last week...)

Having seen the non-replica production of Frozen in Oslo twice this winter, I was asked to share some thoughts on it. It will not be a proper review, rather some random observations and highly subjective opinions.

THE GOOD

The snow. THE. SNOW. ALL THE SNOW. Made of a paper-like substance which looks amazingly real. It is present from the start of the show, ever increasing and culminates in "Let It Go" where it is literally hurled out over the audience, and the children scream of glee and the world is a snowstorm, and then the first act is over with a bang. And of course, all this snow can just stay on stage for the second act. Yes. Theatre magic done well.

The cast, OMG the cast. Such a strong cast. It goes for the leads, the alternates and the ensemble. A tiny complaint is that it's a fairly small cast, so it's really noticeable when people appear in double and triple roles, and I would have liked two or three more in the ensemble in general. But what they deliver is really, really good. I can't put my finger on what or why, it's just a joy seeing and hearing them.

Extra shout-out to Mimmi Tamba as Elsa. She is next level. In the acting, in the singing. She has a grand voice, but also the tenderness and distressed moments. She embodies every nuance of Elsa, and shows such a growth and transformation. Grrrrl.

Another shout-out to the deliciously bad men of the show. Mathias Luppichini as Hans goes from clumsy-Hugh-Grant-charming in the first act to deliciously evil Hugh-Grant-as-Buchanan-in-Paddington in the second act.

As a contrast Petter Winther (whose last name means winter, heh) as Weselton is amazingly sleazy and awful from the moment is glorious boots enters the stage. And he dances as sleazy as he acts, and you just gotta love that.

And probably no surprise but still worth mentioning - Olaf. He looks like Olaf, acts like Olaf, and at times I have to remind myself the lumpy figure is not alive, it is the actor (Mathias Ambjør) bringing him to life. And when little Olaf dances with a sea of big, lumpy Olafs on stage I just wanna cry. Of joy and laughter. SWEETNESS OVERLOAD.

Last, but not least: little Elsa and little Anna. I have seen the same little Anna twice and if someone ever stole the show it is 100% her. She is so energetic, so cute, so bouncy, so playful, and sings wonderfully. But both little Elsas has also been wonderful - just for the record. I guess it's sometimes just easier being the smallest on stage...

The focus on Elsa and Anna's relationship. It is what makes Frozen unique and touching, and it is well kept in this production. It is what makes you believe the whole story. True love indeed. It was very present both in the performance with Mimmi Tamba and Ina Svenningdal, and with Mimmi Tamba and Tiril Heide-Steen. Thus I assume it's the directing. And that makes me happy.

Other things I loved: The glittery stones on Elsa's white wig, the cast interacting quite a bit with the kids, a dash diversity on stage, overall well translated lyrics, them bringing out all stage and backstage workers before the curtain call of the cast, the live orchestra, the very good theatre brochure, the snowmen suddenly bouncing out a lot of large inflatable balls over the audience (bouncing them back and forth).

THE MEEEEH

The costume design. There are many good things going on, but the overall look is a bit generic. How I would have loved some repeated pattern to become the signature detail, or an acknowledge of Disney having that... look, that style. I think I miss more details or structure, because a lot of it - as seen from the auditorium - looks like plain, shiny silk and plain wool. I'm not saying it IS, as sitting on the first row showed me a lot more textures and details. But it doesn't really translate beyond row 1, and even if many nice colours is used they all feel a bit muted still. Like a dusty filter added.

I DO slightly appreciate that it's not a Nordic folk costume bonanza, as in the movie and on Broadway. I think it would look a bit too much in a local setting. But a richer look would have been appreciated.

Exception being Elsa's EXPLODING ICE costume during "monster". it is a bit WTF but also mighty cool. It is a visual reminder that icy Arendelle is not only the misfortune of the people, but also very much her own tragedy. Fascinating.

Making the hidden folk and Grand Pabbie into veiled elves. Again, I just miss the hint of a magic fairytale world. "Oh so veiled elves is not fairytale enough for you?", you might ask. Well, not these elves. They feel like Kate Bush's backup dancers. Hidden folk folklore in at least Norway usually feature more nature-like creatures, both alluring and dangerous. I missed the danger or the utter beauty - or both.

Sven and Kristoffer is a nice duo. The sami aspect of Kristoffer has been downplayed in this version, and Sven is mostly walking on two legs, with some weird sticks which I first thought was crotches but then understood substituted for front legs. But in these two I do miss a bigger comic relief as a PAIR. They have many momens as individuals, with Sven flirting with the audience and Kristoffer poking fun at Anna. But I would have enjoyed a directing focusing even more on them as a duo. A small complaint, but still.

THE BAD

Anna's huge monster of a ballgown. I KNOW she is supposed to be and look awkward as she has not enjoyed anyone's company - and especially not a formal ball - since childhood. But did they really have to make it so... unshapeable and acid? Huge skirt, huge sleeves, and a huge bow in the back making her look hunchbacked. Yes, she is recognizable and stands out from the crowd. But in a Madame Thénardier way. I'm sorry, Anna. You deserve better at your first ball.

The set design. They don't feel particularly magical, fairytale like or innovative. It relies on lots of light, single "cartoon" pieces like clouds, sun/moon and trees, and a fairly bare stage.

OK, some exceptions. Anna and Elsas bedroom(s) offers a hint of that fairytale look, and it goes from one room in the opening to two separate rooms later on in a very clever way.

As mentioned earlier the WILD AMOUNTS OF SNOW is also a highlight. I just wanna roll myself in that snow.

My biggest beef is the "star", the ice set. I sit there, I see giant heavy icy mountains, and mostly I feel they could have sunk the Titanic. Yes, they can be moved around, yes the cast can slide down them. But they kill the stage with their heaviness, they don't give me fairytale vibes, they don't feel like a frosty icicle frenzy I somehow crave to step into and experience - like on Broadway, or the movie, or the Hyperion live show. Looking at photos it looks funkier, with the ice tips more believable. But on stage it is a heavy lump of a machinery.

The Arendelle castle ballrom is A JOKE. A giant golden foil fringe wall towards a yellow sunset? Razzle dazzle them? I think not. I am offended, TBH. Again, ANNA IT IS YOUR FIRST BALL. YOU DESERVE BETTER.

So yeah... All in all, I enjoy a lot of aspects of this production. But had it not been for the outstanding cast I am not sure I would have seen it more than once. I miss the magic and the Disney flair, or at least more playful visuals. This especially goes for the sets, but to some degree also the costumes. But I like the directing and the overall wibe. I would go again to see a third combo in the leads.

Director: Gísli Örn Garðarsson

Set design: Börkur Jónsson

Costume design: Christina Lovery

To be performed in: Det Norske Teatret in Oslo Norway, The National Theatre in Reykjavik Iceland, Stckholm Stadsteater in Sweden and Helsingfors Stadsteater in Finland.

Photos from: Det Norske Teatret

[misaverawrites]

Intern Lounge Blues (Mark Sloan x Reader) *SMUT*

a/n: literally so happy my parents nicknamed me lexxe (same pronunciation) bc it allows me to indulge in slexie. kind of a prequel to Never, which I am editing!! :) Thank you so, so much for 800 followers!!!

tags: SMUT, shameless, self-indulgent smut for this damn man, praise kink, kissing, fingering, dirty talk, AU: Mark Sloan survives, mild begging

summary: Sloan sure does know his way around a woman.

Mark Sloan is a god among men. You were more than sure of that.

As an intern, you'd been too busy with school to go searching for one-night stands or even long-term sexual relationships. Now you were pleased with that decision because Mark Sloan, the long-term plastic surgeon at Grey Memorial, is breaking a long dry spell and the wait was now worth it.

His hands grip at your thighs, and you're firmly seated on his lap, facing him and grinding against his hard erection which strains against his scrub pants, you move your hands away from the back of his neck, moving them down to take off the scrub top that sticks close to his torso, he chuckles lowly, grabbing a hold of your hands before they are able to grip at the fabric.

"Gonna need you to be patient, let me take care of you." Shit, what have you done right to deserve this? It's a question that is cut off by his lips on your neck, soft bites painting the flesh as he pulls off your scrub top. You gasp at the frozen air of the locker room, his warm breath on your skin contrasting it strikingly. His warm hands travel the length of your body, squeezing at the flesh of your ass, before slipping under the waistband of your scrub pants and your underwear.

You release a whine, almost silent, but Mark picks up on it, his cock hardening against your pussy, and his skin sets yours on fire. This isn’t what you’d heard of being in store for you when you slept with Mark Sloan, brilliant man-whore plastic surgeon of Grey Memorial Hospital, this was tender, you lift your hips as his fingers slip inside of your cunt, which is dripping and desperate for him, his thumb quickly teases at your clit, you gasp loudly, the sensitive organ throbbing at the ministrations, you watch as Mark leers over you, his gaze burning into your skin.

You craved more of him, his fingers quickly becoming not enough for you, he leans down to kiss you, his free hand grasping at the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them off as the wet sounds of Mark’s fingers languidly fucking you, slow and talented, become louder in the locker room, the only other noises to drown it out being your moans and yelps, quiet and controlled. You’re completely naked and at the mercy of this amazingly capable man who stands over you, smiling as he slowly leans down to your neck, his teeth biting softly into the flesh, leaving a bruise for future you to worry about, he sucks on the spot a bit before beginning to kiss you, trailing the kisses down the flesh of your body. “Mark,” You whine softly as he bites at the flesh of your thighs, “Come on, Fuck me, Mark…” You hear him chuckle deeply, he licks a stripe up the slit of your pussy, sucking softly on your clit for just a moment, releasing it from his lips with a soft pop. You whine softly as look up to find Mark sliding his scrub top off, leaving you to stare at the absolute Adonis of a man who you were lucky enough to have gotten into this situation with. Your eyes were full of adoration, which was something he was all too aware of… It reminded him of- You notice Mark shake his head as he smiles at you, sliding the rest of his scrubs off as you unclasp your bra, getting up just a bit to take Mark’s face in your hand, kissing him softly, intimately on the lips. It’s a small gesture but he seems to take it for all that it is. It’s oddly enough, the most personal he’s gotten with sex in the past few years.

You both seem to just watch each other for a few seconds, that is until Mark comes in close to you once more, cock pressing against your stomach, rock hard as you pump it softly with your hand, “Oh shit, love the way you… The way you do that. Keep going, sweetheart.” You giggle lovingly at his request as you pump it, faster and harder, his lips meeting yours over and over, “So good, shit.” Praise falls from his lips as he continues to kiss you, until you pull away, standing up and smirking, “Come on, Mark, fuck me.” He nods, pulling your body close to his, your chest pressed against his, his rock-hard cock pressing into your stomach, “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” You nod as he pulls you away just slightly, lining the length of his cock, dripping with precum, against your wet cunt. “Then beg.” You roll your eyes, bringing his face to yours, kissing him, hot and heavy before you pull away just slightly, “Mark Sloan, fuck me, fuck me better than you’ve fucked any of the other interns this year and I will be the best surgical assistant any of the attendings have ever seen, now come on… Fuck me!” He chuckles, whispering deeply into your ear, “You’ll get better at the begging thing, babe.” He then slowly eases inside of you, slow and powerful thrusts, causing you to gasp out, you’re close, with all of the foreplay it’s not long before the tension snaps inside of you, wading you into wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure. Mark continues his thrusting, hitting every spot inside of you while rubbing at your clit, “Sh-Shit Mark, fuck!” He chuckles deeply as his hips stutter a bit, he’s getting close, you both know it. Your moans only spur him closer to the finish line as he kisses your skin, before pulling out, spilling his seed out onto your stomach. He kisses your forehead softly and helps you wipe yourself off before pulling his pants back on and sitting next to you for a moment, the quiet allowing what just happened to soak in heavily for the both of you.

You vowed you’d never, ever do something this monumentally stupid. Yet you did, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret it.

[ahundredtimesover]

June - August 2022 Reads

Hi, everyone! These are my reblogs of JK (and a few other member) fics (x f. reader/OC). Put 3 months’ worth of readings is one post! Please note the angst, fluff, and smut descriptions. And a little note: please, please reblog and comment on stories you like, and interact with authors if you can! A nice little message goes a long way for anybody and it’s deeply appreciated. 💜❤️‍🔥

(My thoughts are all over the place but I hope the notes could give a bit of insight about the story!)

JJK

Spin (ft. KSJ) by @hamsterclaw (a, f, s) - idol/popstar au (amazing characters, fun banter, and great smut)

In love with love with you by @pantoneyoongi (f) - friends au, workmates au (my happy pill series; absolutely adorable MCs and entertaining ensemble)

Covert affairs by @sunshinerainbowsbts (a, s) - spy au (action-packed, emotional, and bittersweet movie-like story; great chemistry and hurts so good, absolutely love this)

Spring, once more by @seokth (a, f) - royalty au, arranged marriage au (short read about moving on and healing, caring and loyal jk)

Nose-riding by @here2bbtstrash (s) - friends au (super duper hot smut with yoongi watching; a fic to turn you on)

Just a little by @soft4gguk (s) - best friends au (smutty, well-written piece; sexy yet soft and MCs are so adorable) 

Four-seven-eight by @jiminrings (a, f, s) - husband jk (amazingly-written angst that hurts so, so good)

Disaster management by @jimilter (humor, s) - workmates au, ceo jk (my favorite pair; so much banter and sexual tension and fondness and amazing amazing sexy smut)

Together (JJK & KNJ) by @sunshinerainbowsbts (s) - friends au (follow up to No Regrets that’s so self-indulgent, naughty and sexy, and so so good)

Left on read by @muniimyg (a, humor) - workmates au, medical au, doctor jk, smau (a gem! Entertaining and hilarious, sexual tension between emotionally constipated but lovable individuals)

Divine feminine by @gimmethatagustd (s) - fwb au (short sexy piece with tease and gentle JK)

New year, new you by @sunshinerainbowsbts (s) - fwb au (quick read that’s tense-filled, exhilarating, and rly sexy)

Inked by @taleasnewastime (s) - tattoo artist jk (confident yet shy jk; super good tension and buildup to great smut)

Bookstores and safe havens by @jinkookspencil (f) - boyfriend au (short, feel-good piece of soft and best boyfriend jk)

But, first, the reckoning by @atozfic (a) - werewolf au, best friends au (amazingly-written and heartbreakingly good)

Please love me Bonus (05): Camping by me (f, s)

Shiver by @hansolmates (a, s) - childhood friends au, badboy jk (really good, tense-filled moments, relatable themes; badboy but softie jk)

Never not by @amethystwritesbts (a, s) - boxer jk (angst that hurts so good and written so well)

Something in the heir by @hisunshiine (s) - historical, palace au, knight jk (love the mutual pining; also features knight BTS)

Have a nice day by @lookingforluna (s) - doctor jk (rly good smut with the cheekiness and that twist ending)

That’s my baby by @gimmethatagustd (f) - boyfriend au (realistic, sad yet tender piece)

The one where he has horrible timing + drabble by @whoreternal (s) - fwb au (fun mix of angst and smut written so well and hurts so good)

Strong enough by @jimilter (s) - boyfriend au (smut against a wall that’s written so well; tough biker jk who’s whipped for OC)

The boob tattoo chronicles by @whoreternal (s) - boyfriend au (a little possessive jk who’s so whipped; amazingly written drabbles)

The fuckbuddy code of conduct by @yoongiphoria - fwb au (jk and thigh-riding - rly hot and good smut)

Can I borrow some clothes? By @bangtancloud (humor) - strangers au (half naked jk asking for OC’s help - cute and fun interactions between MCs)

Calling it now by @reliablemittenmain (a, f, s) - best friends au (so so so good; fuckboy/escort jk but sweet and caring behind all that; rly fun and heartwarming dynamic; perfect mix of everything)

The prettiest sound by @sunshinerainbowsbts (s) - roommates au (a 500-word piece that will turn you on)

KSJ

Both sides by @stellalunatmblr (f) - friends au (wholesome, sweet, and soft, interview-type of story; the cutest thing)

Real by @jiminrings (f) - single dad au, ceo jin (hilarious, entertaining, amazing ensemble and wholesome characters)

Will you be gone? by @herherteartear (a, f) - ceo jin, single mom OC, smau (hilarious and lovable cast, makes you laugh and feel giddy)

If you’ll have me by @alpacaparkaseok (f) - boyfriend au (ABSOLUTE CUTENESS; love love love this story, it made me cry out of joy)

The light of dead stars by me (a, f, s) - arranged marriage, workmates/boss au, fake romance, ceo jin

Strawberry roses by @peekaboongi (a, f, s) - fantasy au, cupid au (perfect-looking Cupid Jin helping OC fall in love; comforting and fun character dynamic)

Playground promises by @jimlingss (f) - arranged marriage au (short read that’s so soft and tender and made me feel so giddy)

Chip and dip series by @demonhoseok (s) - fwb au, college au (absolutely adore this series - hilarious and charming characters, entertaining dynamic, refreshing and feel-good, great smut)

Lazy morning by @lilsunflowersworld (f, s) - boyfriend au (soft, short read; cabin feels and comfort with Jin)

MYG

Welcome home by @kth1 (f, s) - husband, dad au (fluffy-haired airport YG, adorable dad moments and super hot smut)

Above board by @missbickerbocker (s) - idol verse (fluffy-haired airport YG; a favorite bc YG is so sexy and OC is hilarious; endearing and funny moments) 

Proof by @illneverrecover - strangers au (quick read of sexy, liquor-holding, flirty YG in a bar)

Calling the shots series by @rapline-heaux (f) - college au, jock yg (shy yg attracted to spunky OC; super cute interactions and dynamic)

JHS

Hot rod by @kinktae (s) - strangers au (1950s greaser HS in leather jacket and slicked back hair who’s flirty and a romantic; sweet and really sexy piece)

Dinner and dessert by @xjoonchildx (s) - boyfriend au (short, hilarious piece of HS’s duality of sweetness and naughtiness)

Take care of me by @gimmethatagustd (f, s) - boyfriend au (great image of soft and sexy HS with great smut)

Benefits by @cutechim (f, s) - fwb au (sexy time with leather jacket-Jung Hoseok in a convertible; lust and desire and tenderness)

A piece of your sun by @holdinbacksecrets (f) - boyfriend au (a short piece of warmth and love; really comforting and well-written)

1:02AM + 11:39 PM by @likeastarstar (s) - neighbors au, fwb au (JITB Hoseok with fun dynamics with so much sexual tension; eventual smut is rly hot)

KNJ

Things left unsaid by @miscelunaaa (s) - husband au (fun and sexy, great character chemistry)

Somewhere between the lines by @caelesjjk (a, s) - exes au, husband/dad nj (joon is a whipped father, so much sexual tension and super sexy images of thicc NJ)

An art gallery on a rainy day by @jinkookspencil (f) - strangers au (short and feel-good read of shy, confident, and dreamy nj)

Working for it pt.1 + pt.1.5 by @reliablemitten (a, s) - workmates au, friends au (loved loved loved the tension, the pace, the conflict and resolution, the friendship and raw emotions and the tenderness; also thicc shirtless nj)

I love you by @ughseoks (f) - boyfriend au (snippets of tender moments with sweet boyfriend nj)

PJM

Marry me (again & again) by @gimmethatagustd (f) - friends au (something soft and cute; Jimin is a dream)

Adonis by @xjoonchildx (humor) - strangers au (a fun read; hilarious side characters and lovely, angely paramedic jimin is so charming)

Batteries by @amethystwritesbts (s) - roommates au (real conversations, rly gentle and sweet and encouraging and good Jimin)

KTH

The art of tenderness by @sahmfanficbts (f, s) - historical au (amazingly written piece with great details and emotions)

The 1 by @taegisms (a, f) - exes au, small town au (love love love this - so much hurt and love and pain and tenderness of the memories; great imagery and amazingly written piece with great, poetic lines)

BTS (THEMED)

Him and I, and these heavenly drops by @alteringrealities (f) - friend/boyfriend au (so much softness; wholesome and sweet, makes you giddy)

They told you to go and you did by @soraviii (a) - breakup au (breakup scenarios for each member that are so devastating but amazingly written, with lines that just hit and hurt you)

(monthly reads masterpost)

[cicidarkarts]

Such a Good Girl

Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

~Blowjob, first time blowjob, voice kink, dirty talk, gentle sex; 18+~

You want so badly to please your boyfriend. Ominis is always such a sweet and understanding guy, and you wish to pay him back for everything he's done. All the ways he makes you feel loved, every time he'd been there for you unquestioningly, always loving and tender, every supportive gesture and comforting word. 

You'd had sex before and he was open, communicative, and the perfect guide to help you hone your skills. Needless to say, he made sex easy, safe, and extremely pleasurable. You'd love to show how much you appreciate him. 

You do your usual shower together and wind down for sleep. He sits on the edge of the bed and talks about his day and how busy he is with his coworkers. While he does, you kneel before him as silently as possible. He still notices.

"It’s always Hobhouse mucking things up. You'd think he would— What're you doing?" "What do you mean?" you say innocently.

You grab his pajama bottoms and pull out his flaccid cock. The moment you did, though, it stood to attention.

"Oh," he said, smirking. "This is unexpected." "Mm, God." You bite your lip, admiring his cock. It curves slightly back and the head is a cute dark pinkish red, adorable against his pale skin. "Your cock is gorgeous. I love this cute little freckle right here."

You run your finger across a dark freckle on the side. So hot. You look up at him, and he's already got his lip clamped between his teeth. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is all a mess from having washed it. He couldn't look more erotic right now if he tried. 

"I don't really know what I'm doing," you say. "You're going to have to help me." "I'll try. I don't know what I'm doing, either. But we'll figure it out. Just don't squeeze too hard when you grab my cock, all right?" "How about this?"

You take him in your hand and hold him, tight enough to feel how hard he is, hopefully without being too rough. He lets out a little murmur of contentment.

"That's perfect."

He wraps his hand over yours and shows you the best way to jerk him off. Of course, you figure that you’re going too slow and you'd need to speed up eventually, but for now, he leans back against his palms, satisfied with that slow and steady pace. His cock twitches in your grasp and a good bit of pre-cum drips out. 

You take that as your cue to place the head in your mouth. His pre-cum’s gentle flavor graces your tongue and you lap it all up, moaning your pleasure. His tiny murmuring sigh is amazingly fucking hot.

"You're doing so well," he says, voice gentle. 

You take your time playing with him, learning every dip and curve of the head of his dick, all while your hand—now slick with spit—steadily works the rest. His breathing quickens; your groin is hot and throbbing and begging for touch. Enticed, you try to take him deeper, but barely get him in your mouth before you gag and back up. 

"Careful there," he says. "Don't make yourself ill." You pull him out of your mouth. "I didn't think it would be that difficult." "We can always work up to that. You don't have to go deeper." "You’re right, I’ll get in plenty of practice.” "Maybe try using your hand, too? That way you don't feel like you have to go as deep."

You wrap your mouth around his cock and put your fist up to your lips. With your hand and mouth moving together as you blow him, he becomes more and more disheveled. His breathing grows erratic, you taste another dribbling of pre-cum, and his soft voice encourages you. 

"Just like that. That feels incredible already. Oh, you're such a good girl. Mm, angel, you don't even know how much I want to fuck your throat—it's so hard to hold back. God, you're amazing."

Your pussy is soaked. Your mind is entangled in this amazing moment, how smooth the head of his cock feels against your tongue, how much he's losing it over you, how intoxicating it is to blow him. The idea of taking him all the way seduces you to push a little deeper. You're so turned on that you manage another small bit of him, but you have a long way to go.

His hand rests upon the back of your head, fingertips digging into your scalp. "I wanna fuck your throat so much. You're driving me mad. Please go faster."

You oblige him, also wishing he could take over and use you, but you both resist the urge. You think you may be more enticed to try than he is, despite his heaving breaths and grunting moans. Your pussy is throbbing and aching as your mind begs for you to go deeper. You distract that part of your brain by rolling your tongue side-to-side against his cock, and he grips your hair in response.

"My God," he breathes, "that feels amazing. Shit, you're going to make me cum."

You moan loudly, excited at the prospect of his cum coating your tongue. You watch as he tosses his head back, his mouth agape, and the familiar sounds of his orgasm fill the room. Cum gushes into your mouth, both delightfully sweet and somewhat briney, thick and wet, warm and blissful. You savor it for a moment, relishing in the almost drug-like ecstasy of having him finish in your mouth, before swallowing. As you pull him out, you lap up any leftover on his dick.

You observe his chest heaving as he pants and admire the cute freckles scattered along his torso—from the couple along his neck and collarbone, to the one that sits adorably next to his bellybutton.

"You look so hot, Ominis," you say. "Would it be okay if I kept blowing you while I try to get myself off?" "Sure," he says weakly, exhausted but smiling. 

You take him again. He's still mostly hard. Licking and thrusting along where you can reach, you finally touch your plump clit. It's so ready for you. You paw vigorously at the little nub; between playing with him and watching his contented face—the relaxed eyes, the tousled hair, the slight glistening of sweat, the pink tint upon his defined cheekbones—it only takes you a minute to come to your peak. You know he can hear you fussing despite his cock muffling you. Your pussy throbs and your mind blanks of all thoughts except how deliciously erotic it is to blow him. You're able to take him the tiniest bit deeper. 

He's somehow even more affectionate with you that night. You and Ominis always cuddle in bed, spooning with his arm wrapped around you, usually clutching your breast. Tonight, he runs his fingers through your hair and strokes the ends. He's pressed tighter against you, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders, and of course his hand still finds one of your breasts. His warm lips keep burying into your hair to kiss you. It's all so relaxing. You don't know how you're managing to keep your eyes open. 

"You did so well," he says. "Did you enjoy it?" "I loved it. I can't wait to do that again." He chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back. "I can't wait, either. I love you." "I love you, too."

You're both exhausted and too relaxed to stay awake any longer.

[ecivons]

Zosan/Sanzo Fic list

I just wanted to make a list of the fics I've read/Fic recommendations for anyone out there. The ones in bold purple are my absolute favorites. (A lot have M/E ratings and Adult language)

Falling by sorrowfulcheese - The dialogue.. the pacing.. THE CRUST I loved it all. One of the first zs fics haha, it's only tag is fluff. It barely feels like fluff fluff, this is just Zosans personal brand of fluff.

Liquid Courage by sabershadowkat (E) - Sanji experiences drunk Zoro once and keeps trying to sleep with him. (!! some dubious consent the first time). The last line is what got me.

[I saved a lot of shadowsaberkat works, just scroll through their entire account if you're okay with M+ fics]

Alongside All The Way by sabershadowkat (E) - I liked the Adventures going on in the background of the fic. Sort of a compilation of Zoro and Sanji becoming more and more important to eachother

Bit by Bit by sabershadowkat - Getting together type beat. A few moments of Zoro slowly dealing with his emotions for Sanji.

Falling Blossoms by sabershadowkat - I'm usually picky about established but I love the way they write <3. It's short and sweet. Just a lil Zosan date.

Things Unsaid (E) - Established Relationship. Zoro gets injured and they're forced to wait out a snow storm while working through their relationship. (I love this person's characterization of them wayy too much)

Rules of Love (E) - It’s one of those fics.. (conflict, sex, resolution) just the way I like my Zosan. A little internalized homophobia on Sanji's part.

when you say by bluewalk - Unrequited Usosan. Zosan from the perspective of a pining Usopp. (Beautiful, a bit confusing but I loved reading it)

tricks out of your sleeves by bluewalk - Zoro and Sanji are forced to learn a few things about each other's past. IMO it's written pretty gen. I love the character exploration.

Myalgia by Salmon_Pink - An exploration of how Zoro and Sanji talk about thriller bark (they don’t). They used the mood prompt so well the tension was welling up in my chest the entire time.

Understandable by Salmon_Pink (M) - Another short fic by Salmon Pink because they write the two of them amazingly. Zoro and Sanji who will never be emotionally vulnerable with each other out loud.

destructivity is a poison that runs through our veins by wasteofmind (M.. its E to me) - They want to kill each other.

Residue of a Rainbow by Narcissistic_Ninny (E) - Zoro and Sanji go through a traumatic experience and maybe fall in love too. This person has amazing fics, but this is definitely my favorite. Zoro is good at hiding what he's thinking but you just know..

green with envy blues by adietxt - Really short fic with jealous Zoro. I saved it mainly because the narration is a little funny.

it's a long way forward by donutsandcoffee - Sanji can't smile because of a devil fruit. The strawhats love his smile..

you got that something by adietxt - Sanji is forced to stick to Zoro. Nothing but a bundle of fluff and self-indulgence that I enjoyed all the same.

(failed) Stewardship by LibbyLune - Soulmate AU. Sanji's has been dead for a long time. Author has such an amazing take on soulmates I love it. I love Luffy's especially. P.S. The authors note at the end made me fall to my knees.

the universe told me by rudimentaryflair - Soulmate AU. Zoro desperately hides his soul mark while learning about his nakama's. I like how its almost the opposite of how Zoro and Sanji were portrayed in the previous fic I recommended (when it comes to their opinions on soulmates). I love both though.

blood, salt and idiocy by rosie_peverell - Zoro gets a taste of his own medicine. (Sanji gets injured trying to save him). It's short and cute.

and then the sun came out by demonzoro (shrinewreck) - Takes place in pre-ts, post-ts and future. Zosan realizing they're "friends". Extremely Tender idk what to tell you.

a catalog of non-definitive acts by demonzoro (shrinewreck) - Zoro pines. Nothing I say could possibly convey the emotions this fic makes me feel. You just need to give it a read I promise.

for poor and poorer still by rudimentaryflair - Modern AU. Short and sweet. Zoro finally finds the perfect moment to propose.

how normal people do by rudimentaryflair - Namivivi Pov. This is so funny. I love the best friend drinking buddy dynamic of Nami and Zoro. This fic has funny moments that I remember in public and start laughing to myself about.

paging mr. swordsman by rosie_peverell - If I had a nickel for every Modern AU Zosan ficlet that takes place in a grocery store..

The Fall of a Hundred Things by LibbyLune - Sanji sleeps with Zoro after a party one night and it messes him up. Franky is the MVP of this fic. I love him. (Check out author for more good works)

End On A High Note by thisislegit - Modern AU. Established Sanji and Zoro have problems they need to talk about. (Oh how I love the ups and downs of a mundanely domestic relationship)

In Your Warm Embrace by marimoliciousness - Sanji is an idiot and realizes something about Zoro (himself). They get caught in a snowstorm.

migratory animals by donutsandcoffee - Sanji is strong in a way that fascinates Zoro

that's all for now!! I might consider adding more in the future.