#and i don't want to keep grinding for bells

[buckyalpine]

Imagine you get into the holiday spirt with the cutest Christmas sweater, the fluffiest socks and these adorable bells in your hair. You're running around the compound with hot chocolate and cookies, the jingle of your bells ringing with each step. Everyone things its adorable. You're like a little elf, busy in your workshop (the kitchen), surrounded by marshmallows, whipped cream, delivering mugs of creamy sweetness along with homemade gingerbread men.

Everyone finds it so cute.

Everyone except Bucky.

Bucky hates it.

He hates the little tinkle he hears with each footstep you take.

Why?

Because his mind is in the gutter.

Your running around looking all cute and sweet and innocent and all he can think about is how gorgeous those bells would sound as he railed you with his cock.

He decided to stay in his room, hoping a book would calm him down but who was he kidding, his enhanced hearing meant he could hear you scurry around down the hall towards his room, and holy shit, if he could just grab your hair and bend you over-

"Bucky!" You lightly knocked at his door before popping your head in with a cheery smile, holding a mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and plenty of whipped cream. No matter how intimidating Bucky painted himself out to be, you knew the soldier loved all the little extra toppings, especially after you caught him adding extra whipped cream when no one was looking.

"Hey" Bucky's voice came out more strained than intended, hoping to will his erection away which currently throbbed with need.

"I brought you hot chocolate" You stepped into his room, pausing when Bucky's smiled looked more like a grimace as he shifted from his place sitting against the headboard.

"Is-is everything okay?" You ask, padding towards him and he can't even hide the tent in his sweats, setting down the book he was reading to try and cover himself.

"Of course-yeah-thanks y/n" He rasped out as you came over and handed him the mug, your sweet scent of vanilla, sugar and spices only making it harder for him to keep his hands to himself.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You could tell Bucky was tensed, chewing his lip without meeting your eyes which was strange considering he was normally fine around you.

"Wouldn't be able to tell you sweets" Bucky chuckled to himself with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck while you cocked your head to the side, the tiny movement making the bells ring again.

Fuck.

"I don't think you'd want to help with something like this doll"

"Try me"

-

"OH" *jingle* "MY" *jingle* "GOD" You wailed, your bells ringing with each thrust as Bucky's cock slammed into you, his hands squeezing your hips as he fucked you from behind. He had you on your hands and knees after tearing your clothes of, loving the needy little whimper you let out after you caught a glimpse of his rock hard cock pressing against his sweats.

"That's it baby, that's it, sound so pretty with those cute little bells in your hair" Bucky groaned, biting his lip to keep his voice down as he fucked you harder, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, "Look at how you're taking all of me baby, taking my big dick so well, such a good. Girl"

"More, want-more" you hiccupped, tears from pleasure streaking down your face, squealing when Bucky's hand spanked your ass before pulling out and manhandling you till you were on top. You whined, your lips pulled into a pout, all naked on top of the soldier except for the bells in your hair, your needy pussy clamping down on him. You pawed at his hand, tugging it to where you needed him most, moaning when he used his thumb to rub your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.

"Aww babygirl, are you too cockdrunk to fuck yourself on my dick" Bucky cooed as you squirmed on top of him, sloppily grinding yourself, your greedy cunt begging for anything he'd give you. You

"Fuck you're such a little slut" Bucky gritted out as he planted his feet against the mattress and started to fuck up into you, your boobs bouncing in his face matching the dainty rings every time he thrusted his hips up. "Want you under that goddamn tree and nothing else baby, gonna fuck you on every surface of his place"

Bucky could only take so much, his balls pulling tight to his body, cum desperate to blow and paint your walls, your pleasure contorted face all just for him.

"Walking around with these fuckin' bells, making my cock so hard, lookit how pretty you sound now baby, fuck y/n, m'gonna cum!"

"C-cum in me Bucky" You cried out, sobbing in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, collapsing against his chest as he fucked you through your high.

"That's it baby, milk my cock, that's what I want for Christmas, wanna empty my balls in you, fuck-oh fuck-milk it baby, shitt!" Bucky bit down on your shoulder to muffle his loud moans, shoving his dick in as far as it would go as he started to throb ropes of his spend into you.

That was round 1.

-

"You look like you've seen a ghost" Tony snorted as he saw Sam and Steve enter the living room, the captain's face pale in shock while Sam couldn't stop grinning. "What happened. We're gonna start the movie soon, where's metal man and y/n"

Steve went beet red while Sam cackled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Making their own rendition of Jingle Bells"

Anyway, I'm sorry for giving you debauched instead of wholesome plots, MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS (the filthy part is for me @ myself)

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Mezo Shoji x Reader 🍋 - Make Believe - VIII

Summary: You ask Shoji to pretend to be your boyfriend for a dinner with your parents.

Warnings: language, slightly OOF, virgin!Shojix virgin!reader, fem!reader, oral (both receiving), 69ing, use of his quirk, cum eating, dirty talk, full nelson, corruption kink, perv!shoji, unprotected sex, p in v

"Shhhh...." Shoji's voice was low and gruff and you couldn't be entirely sure where it came from if you were honest. Not that you cared. Fingers slipped past your kiss-swollen lips, pinching your tongue between as a form of teasing. "Hush baby, you'll wake your parents up."

The snide remark typically would have had you slapping his arm but you were in no such position now, currently perched atop his face, hips grinding desperately as his tongue worked your nerves. You were an utter mess, stringing together loud attempts on his name that almost always came out mispronounced. "M-Meh-heh-zoh-hoh!"

"Try again, sweetheart," He encouraged, a hand kneading your breast, pinching the nipple and rolling it between his fingers. "Mezo."

"M-Meh-!" You tried. "Hah, ahhh!" You melted, slurring your speech as you felt his tongue breach, slithering inside you as a disembodied pair of lips laughed in your face.

"So close, try again." He mocked, peppering kisses on your sweaty, drooly face.

"C-Can't!" you sobbed, stumbling forward, locked in place by his arms around your thighs.

"Can't never could do a damn thing," he replied, kisses trailing down your throat.

"P-Please, Meh-zo..." you finally choked out. "C-Can't take it anymore!"

"That's my girl," he purred beneath you, heart swelling with pride as you finally said his name, somewhat properly. "Knew you could do it, baby, such a good fucking girl."

"T-Thank you..." you heaved, on the verge of creaming just over his praise alone. "F-Feels so good!" You crooned, dragging your pelvis along his chin.

"Oh, I know it does, baby." Shoji cooed, thumb tracing circles on your hip. "I bet this little cunt just aches to be licked-! F-Fuck!" You put his big talk to rest with one ghostly touch to his tip, still concealed by your brother's old pajama bottoms. "B-Baby, careful there,"

"W-Wanna touch you too..." you pout, dazed and lovesick, only thinking of giving him pleasure in return.

"No need, baby, I feel good just knowing you feel good." He reassured the thought of gaining pleasure without giving it foreign to him. Deciding his answer wasn't good enough for you, you suddenly wiggled free of his grasp, taking advantage of his distraction.

Laying your tummy, and his, you nuzzled his bulge, flustering him so much, you'd think his face wasn't just buried in your pussy. 'B-Baby, really you don't have to..." He said, body feeling like static under your touch. An embarrassing gasp left his lips when you suddenly yanked the hem of his pants down, his stone member springing up, giving your face a gentle slap. "Fuck..." he breathed, relieved to be free of the constriction.

Shoji's dick was massive, to say the least. Not only did it match his stature, it surpassed any fantasy you could have dreamed up. It was long, extremely thick, with a dark pink bell end, and a throbbing vein running up the side of the shaft.

He shivered when you exposed it to the cool air, and even more so when he could feel your hot breath tickling the tip. "Y-You don't have to.." he repeated against your labia, sending intoxicating vibration through your body. "Don't force yourself..."

"I want to make you feel good, Mezo..." You whispered, finding your wits as the thought of you potentially touching him distracted him from his 'meal'. "Wanna know what you taste like..."

"B-But-" You could feel him tense under you before every single one of his muscles relaxed in unison at the sensation of your slobbery tongue licking a stripe along the vein. "Ahhh..." he sighed, head hitting your pillow as he lost the stretch to keep his neck craned. "Shit..."

Shoji had always known oral would feel amazing but this- this wasn't something he could have ever anticipated. Just your breath had him nearly in tears and now you were licking him like that much-needed lollipop after a brutal dentist appointment. His breath hitched as your licks became more and more shallow and finally your lips fount his bell, devolving into a shy suckle. "Fuck, princess..." he groaned, a duplicated hand finding the base of your skull as his fingers dug into your hair.

You continued to slurp on the tip of his cock, noting how salty his pre tasted, but recognizing that it wasn't a taste you necessarily hated. Over the span of what felt like years, you began to sink further onto him, swallowing more and more of his saft as the minutes ticked by. Shoji was eating his words, this was punishment for him teasing you so harshly. You were reducing him to a drooling mess without even trying, he couldn't imagine how unpreapred he'd be if you actually did have malicious intent like he had. "Shit..." he groaned, eyes threatening to roll back as he stayed intoxicated by your musk, his face still between your thighs. "So fucking good, baby..." he cooed nonsensically.

Finally realizing the power you had over him, you sunk your mouth lower onto him. You knew you had no shot at taking his entire vascular length, but from the sound of him unravelling beneath you, you guess you wouldn't have to. "Y-You should really learn to be more kind, M-Mezo..." you finally whispered, spitting his cock out momentarily.

This was it- this was his payback. He was dead in the water. "I-I'm sorry for teasing, princess, I-!"

Before he could pray for mercy, you refused it, pushing against his shins and planting your seat firmly against his muzzle. "E-Eat it," you demanded, cheeks burning. It sounded a lot sexier in your head. "A-And you better not stop 'til I say so."

No matter how you internally cringed at your words, they ignited a fire in Shoji's belly that not even self-gratification could put out. Before, he just wanted to hear you say his name, now he was playing for keeps. "Ditto," his voice came rumbling a low against your labia as he split it with his tongue. A hand came down and planted on the back of your head, forcing it down onto him, but not harshly. You just needed a nudge.

With that, the competition was on, who gave better head? How could make the other finish faster? Who could make the other lose control first?

You really did give it your best effort, poking your tongue out so it licked the underside of his dick as your head bobbed, hollowing out your cheeks, and kissing and fondling his arousal-swollen balls, but in the end, he did you in. You were just too overstimulated from his prior work that you didn't stand a chance, especially with how the adjusted position allowed his tongue to explore you deeper, finding that special bit of spongy tissue and abusing it.

"N-No f-fair!" you shuttered, tears slipping down your cheeks as you felt your climax begin to wash over you, even trying to push up from his face to stop it. It was futile, though, as two strong arms kept your thighs locked in place. Your eyes rolled back as the forced orgasm began to take hold, rendering you nearly brain-dead as you struggled to come up with coherent speech. "M-Meh...zoh!" You wept for him, silently thankful for his gentle thumbs caressing your skin.

"'M right here, baby, fuckin' ride it out for me..." he cooed, voice muffled for obvious reasons. "So fuckin' good for me, cumming all over my face? Say it, baby." You hardly noticed as you shrunk against him, that you'd neglected his cock, or the hand that appeared to wrap it in thick, calloused fingers. "Say 'I love cumming all over your face, Mezo,'" He, pleaded sternly. "C'mon, so fuckin' close...'

"I-I love cumming all over your pretty f-face..." you repeated, shy and fucked out without even officially being fucked yet. "M-Mezo..."

There was that word again, the one that made him lose all control in the first place. 'Pretty'. The extra adjective spelled his downfall as his head fell back against your pillow again, lips dripping with the prettiest, most desperate moans you'd ever dreamed of hearing. "F-Fuck..!" He wept, breath ragged as he fucked into his fist, hips wild and legs trembling, no care for were his milky ropes landed.

You'd have to have another bath for sure, but that wasn't on your mind yet. What was on your mind was the way you felt so incredibly shy atop him, frozen as his seed rested in strings on your skin. The pearlescent substance stuck to your knuckles, seeping into the crevices of your fingers. It congealed on your tear-soaked lashes. A spatter on your cheek and connected ropes across your lips and nose made for a beautifully shiny spider web. You felt incredibly...pretty with his jizz decorating your face, and though you didn't understand it at the time, it had awakened something in you.

"S-Shit, my bad," Shoji said sheepishly, pulling back his hand and opening his palm to assess the flood, realizing his load was largely missing from his person. "D-Did I get any on you?"

You looked back at him, love sick and flushed, showing him your own hands, clear strings sitting across the gaps between your fingers as if they strung them together. "I think so..." you answered, daze.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," he blushed, wide-eyed as he reached for your hands and frantically searched the room for anything to clean you off with. Finally, he remembered the towel on the floor and multiplied his arms until he could reach it without getting up. "Fuck, that's so gross, I'm so sorry, I-"

Nothing could have possibly prepared him for the site of you, his cum all over your face, with your fingers in your mouth licking it off. "O-Oh my God," Shoji breathed, breath hitching as post-nut clarity gave way to even more intoxicating lust. "Jesus fucking Christ, a-are you...?" He huffed, eyes now half-lidded and hungry. "Fuck, are you eating my cum, baby?"

You hadn't really thought of it that way, it just felt like the natural thing to do. "I-I guess so.." you murmured, shyly. "I-Is that weird?"

"Oh my God, no," he replied out of breath. "It's so fucking hot," He marveled. "I just have to fuck you, oh my God." It was almost embarrassing to see him fawning over you like this. He seemed so infatuated- so obsessed, chanting about how he had to have you now. "Please, princess, I need you bad, so fuckin' bad," he hissed, breath ragged as he rolled you over on your back, caging you again in his physique. "Lemme fuckin' have it, baby, please. I can't take it any more."

A small nod was all it took for him to capture you, repositioning you on his lap, back to his chest, legs held in the air by his many hands. There was no way, you thought. There was no way he was putting you in a full nelson to lose your virginity, surely not. You'd always imagined it'd be in missionary with you on your back, gazing into your lover's eyes softly as he breached. Yet here you were, doing absolutely nothing to stop him from living out his tentacle monster dreams.

"M-Mzo..." you winced as you felt his bell slide against your skin, parting you even further than the position did. "W-Will if hurt...?"

Yeah," he confessed with a love-drunk laugh. "Wish I could make it not hurt..."

You swallowed hard at his words. If he was on the giving end and even he was promising pain, you knew you were doomed. "Y-You'll stop if I say so, right?" You questioned, trying not to melt at the way him rubbing in your slick felt.

"Of course," he confirmed with bated breath.

"A-And you'll be gentle?"

"Promise," he nodded, one of his hands finding yours and hooking your pinky with his. "Ready, baby?"

With a shaky breath, you nodded as well, crying out when his tip breached. "M-Mezo!" you wailed, tears pricking your eyes. Already, onto just those swollen few centimeters, the stretch was agonizing. It crossed Shoji's mind that he probably should have fingered you first, trained your hole a bit better before stuffing his monstrous cock in, but that time was long passed. All he could do now was ease himself into you at a snail's pace, listening intently for any sign that you needed him to pull out and wait with a clenched fist to keep himself from cumming again, just by your sheer tightness alone.

"Ahh, fuck baby," he sighed, head hitting the headboard as his eyes rolled in ecstatic potential energy. "You take me so well, 'ts like you were fucking made for me..." he hissed, struggling to keep lucid as he sunk into you and bottomed out, holding oh so still to let you adjust.

You wanted to drool at his praise, but the searing pain in between your legs wouldn't allow it. You felt so incredibly full, like a balloon with too much air that pops when you try to tie it off. "So fucking tight for me, princess..." Shoji whined again. "Love the way you squeeze me so good, can't wait to fuck out this pretty little hole..."

"Mez...M-Mezo..." you heaved, head having long since fallen limp against his shoulder. His filthy pillow talk was finally beginning to melt your nerves. Though it wasn't enough to kiss the pain away, it made for a delicious distraction. "T-Talk to me..."

His muscles relaxed a bit, finding you asking for more. It let him know that, just because you weren't enjoying yourself at this moment, you wanted to give the pain time to pass, you wanted to keep going. "Do you one better," he smirked, bringing a dupli-mouth between your legs, its tongue dragging slobbery, soothing licks up your entire sex, not caring if he got a taste of his own cock- it wouldn't be the first time. Meanwhile, his true lips pepper kisses over every bit of skin they could reach, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "My God, you're such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like this. Fuck, you've no idea how long I've waited for this. Baby, fucking you is my wildest dream come true..."

You hadn't even realized it when you began to rock your hips against his, so entranced by his words and his warm tongue easing your aching heat, you'd lost focus of the penetration almost entirely. "Atta girl..." Shoji exhaled through gritted heat, breath tickling your ear as he felt you begin to move, no matter how minuscule. "Doing okay, love?" He aksed, planting absent-minded kisses across your shoulder. "Tell me what you need, baby, I'm all yours."

"G-Go slow..." you finally consent, much to his delight.

"Anything for you, princess," he grants, shallowly rolling his hips up into yours, making sure his strokes are long, slow, and thoughtful. The exhaustion and overstimulation are almost enough to lull you to sleep, your eyes closing as if the lids were made of lead. "Shit, you're so fucking sweet, baby..." he muttered, uttering anything kind that popped into his head.

A disembodied eye slithered under his cocked knee to see between your legs, witnessing a sight that made his mouth water. Steadily, his cock disappeared within you and dragged back out, covered in a slick sheen each and every time. "Oh my God, so fuckin' pretty..." he remarked at the pornographic scene, eye occasionally glancing up to revel in your fucked out, overwhelmed expression.

To Shoji, you were a painting- one of those Renaissance ones that always depicted Greek orgies and women with soft tummies. He was Hades: dark and corrupt, and you were his Persephone: innocent and perfect and so very fertile. You were ripe for the taking and he was taking everything you had.

As is the natural progression of things, neither of you noticed much as slow and steady turned to winning the race. You were a drooling, incoherent mess, no longer even attempting words, not even his name as he bounced you on his cock, coming undone himself. He was all grunts and embarrassingly desperate sighs as he pumped into you, fingernails leaving dozens of crescent moons on your skin.

"Fucking shit baby," he hissed, face falling into your shoulder, pearly teeth finding sweet flesh to anchor to. "Oh my fucking God, gonna paint this little pussy white, I swear to fucking God, I will!" He rambled obscenely, gripping onto any bit of you he could find with all six arms for dear life.

"Please, please, please," was all you could muster, as you chanted for him to bust inside you, and to be honest, you would have let him in your stupor. "Cum inside, cum inside," you begged, feeling your second coming breach the horizon.

"You want me to fucking fill this little thing to the brim, baby?" He grunted, voice hoarse and beastly. "You wanna take all my fucking cum in this pretty cunt?" You muttered something akin to an 'Mhm!' and his speed boosted again, thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. "Fucking say it baby, fucking beg for my cum!"

"Please, Mezo, fill me up! Gimme your cum!" you wailed, magically finding speech again as your second climax hit, crashing against you so violently it left you sore and with tears streaming down your face. "F-Fuck, Mezo, I'm cumming!"

"O-Oh, fuck-!" Shoji sputtered, regaining self-control at the last possible second, lifting you off him as his cock slipped out, just in time to toss ropes into the air, twitching as it did. "Fucking shit, baby, oh fuck," He panted, voice high and needy. Exhausted, he let you back down, resting you against his chest again, ignoring the icky feeling of his jizz sliding against his skin between the two of you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, both on the brink of drifting off. Finally, he caught his breath enough to say something. "This isn't just the sex talking when I say," he paused, heaving. "I've never felt any more attraction and overwhelming love for anyone than I feel for you right now." You weren't in any shape to respond just yet, so you let him talk. "I don't want you to think I only said all that earlier because I wanted to get in your pants, I really do like you..." He confessed with surprising conviction for a man on the edge of sleep. "You mean everything to me, (Y/N) and I don't care what people say when we get home. I'd be proud for people to know we're together, I want to be with you."

Shoji continued to ramble and you just listened, heart swelling at his passion for you. "Please, give me a chance to make you happy beyond this," he finally begged, officially asking you out. "Don't send me back home with nothing to show for our time together, don't pretend this was nothing, anything but that."

"M-Mezo...I..." you hesitated, weighing the consequences of each option.

"I love you, (Y/N), and I want us to be together, achieve our goals, become heroes, grow old- together..." He said, trembling beneath you with anticipation. "Please, say you love me too, I know you do."

"I-I..." Finally, the dam broke and tears freely flowed down your cheeks. "I love you too, Mezo, I always have..." You smile weakly, glancing up and pressing a kiss to his lips. "You're intelligent, brave, strong, beautiful," you gush tiredly. "What's not to love?"

"So you'll be mine?" he asked, muscles relaxing at your confession.

"Of course I will, I never had a chance at not loving you."

[r0-boat]

ZZZ Wise cockwarming

Nsfw there's like no content of him AAA gotta feed the fellow girls and gays

Gn!reader x zzz wise

You idly sit on your boyfriend's bed the sound of the clicks of his keyboard fill the room. Belle was gone and your boyfriend was working so all you could do was sit down and wait for Wise to finish.

Wise hears your bored sigh and turns his chair to see you. "I'm sorry, baby, This email is taking a lot longer than I thought. You can just go downstairs and watch something. I'll be down to meet you when I'm done."

He turns back around to focus on the screen as you protest. "I don't want to go downstairs Wise, I want to be with you. It's already been 30 minutes. Are you done yet?" He smiles, hearing the pout in your voice, His heart squeezes at your neediness. The fact that you want him so much fills him with ache but his work is important to him.

"I know I'm sorry, I'm almost done baby and then I'll be yours."

His typing continues for another painstaking 5 minutes enough to open up your phone and scroll before getting a dastardly idea. Something you totally did not get online You stand up shaking your hips as you take off your bottoms You pull out your boyfriend's chair a little bit just to sit in his lap. Wise's eyes widen as you surprise him with your sudden movement. His hands instinctively go to your now bare thighs. "What is this? What are you doing?" Wise asked.

"hmmm nothing just keep working I'll sit here." Now he isn't stupid He knows a scheming little liar when he sees one But he can't deny he is intrigued to see where this goes And who is he to turn down His cute partner in his lap. , "Okay then." Wise smiles, kissing you on your head before returning to his keyboard.

You waited a bit after the clacking starts before you start it too grind your hips against him. His hands on the keyboard shook pausing for a moment before continuing. You couldn't help yourself smiling before grinding harder. This time he stops letting out a groan his breath tickles your ear his voice low and husky "Baby, I'm working."

"keep working!"

He stays silent but obligious typing a little slower and he was before. You can tell You were having an effect on him As you can feel something growing harder in his pants.

There we go.... Time for some real fun.

Your hands slipped underneath your ass and in one motion quickly unzipped pants pulled his semi hard cock out.

"Oh baby what are you-Oh fuck..."

Pushing your panties to the side you immediately take him in sinking of his cock. His eyes rolled back as you take him in.

If he wasn't hard before he definitely was now. You can feel him buck and grind against you desperate for more than what you were giving him.

"keep working Wise."You say innocently as if you didn't just put his cock inside you.

"baby you know I can't focus now. Not when you're squeezing me. Good God why are you already wet?"His hands were gripping and groping your thighs and hips if you didn't take his hands off of you to put them back on the keyboard he would have probably moved you up and down.

His hands were shaking taking long pauses in each word as he struggles to type every word. Your walls occasionally squeezing around him feel him twitch inside you.

Balls deep inside your suckling, squeezing velvet walls. He could barely even concentrate, sitting so pretty in his lap, so cute he just wanted to grab your hips and move you, fuck you right in his chair. Drag you up and down and use you like a fleshlight since you want his attention so badly. Concentrating was agony now all he could think about was you.

Fuck work. He buries his face into his shoulder hand on your thigh and another hand dipping between your legs. As wise begins to hump inside you finally getting that delicious friction.

"baby please, you win. I just want to fuck you. Let me fuck you. Please let me fuck you!"

Wise was desperate grinding inside you fucking himself silly as he grabs your waist and grinds you down on him.

Part of you wants to tease him more but you don't think he'll let you given that he already starts moving you up and down.

Before you could even nod He pushes his things to the other side of the desk before lifting you and pressing you face down onto his desk. Wise doesn't even give you time to think before he starts drilling his hips into you.

[wriothesleybear]

Bet

~summary: You and your boyfriend make a spicy bet with one another.

~warnings: smut, fem!reader, x wriothesley.

~a/n: Have this while I procrastinate on requests and drafts. I will get to them eventually, I promise🥺❤️

You shake and twitch as Wrio removes his hand from between your legs. It's hard for you to count how long it's been since you've started your bet. "Wow. Good girl for not coming again." You look at him through bleary eyes. He moves his hands to your tear-stained cheeks. "And how long has that been? You've been keeping count right? After all, we need to know in order to decide who won the bet." "Fou-fourty fi-ve minutes-s" you barely choke out. "Hm, it's actually been fourty-seven minutes but I don't blame you for being off. It's probably been hard to given your hard concentration on trying not to cum." He smirks at you. "Shall we continue? We only have four more minutes until I lose this bet and I don't really want to lose. I know you'll break and cum within those four minutes." His comment causes your mind to clear a bit, becoming determined once again to win the bet. "No way. I'm gonna win and I'll get the reward." You playfully glare at him. He laughs. "We'll see about that." His hands find their way under the back of your thighs, pushing them to your chest. "I've been holding back a bit just so you felt like you were winning, but I know what always makes you come no matter what." Shit. You try to keep a determined face but he noticed you falter, smirking. He teases his cockhead on your pussy, slowly moving it back and forth between your folds. He then moves his cock to prod at your entrance, only inserting his cockhead. He thrusts a couple of times before fully inserting himself. The fullness of his cock feels amazing to you while the tightness of your cunt wraps perfectly around him, making him close his eyes and sigh. He begins his pace, thrusting slowly but picking up pace as he remembers the amount of time he has left to make you cum. You bite your lip, staring at the ceiling, trying to focus on something else in order to distract yourself from the blissful pounding of your boyfriend's thick cock. Little did you know, he notices your plan. He leans over you, holding your legs over his shoulders and squished against your chest, pressing you into the mattress. You curse under your breath. "Now where do you think your focus is going. It shouldn't be anywhere else other than on how deep my cock is inside you. Focus on how it pounds your cervix, inching you closer and closer to the edge." He says as he gives more deep thrusts and grinds against your clit. You don't know how long you'll be able to last if he continues like this. Your fingernails dig in his shoulders as you tighten around his cock, making him curse. Watching you writhe and squirm under him with tears falling down your cheeks made him want to just ruin you. He continues to pound into you, making the bed squeak and scrape against the floorboards. "Come on. Cum." He says against your neck, leaving kisses and bites along it. "Fuck, Wrio." He laughs against your neck. You feel the tightness in your lower belly about to burst, until suddenly. Ding. Ding. Ding. You both pause as the bell goes off, signaling that time was up and notifying you as the winner. You smirk and push him off of you, turning you both over so you were on top of him. "I win." you say excitedly. Wrio's stunned for a sec but catches himself. He sighs and chuckles. "Damn. I was so close to making you lose too. Well, a bet's a bet. You win. Now what was your reward again?" he teases. "My reward is your punishment." "Very well then. Let's begin, shall we?"

[yestrnight]

hiiiii!! if you do sub readers, can you do a sub ditzy/dumb slime reader who gets fucked by kaveh and alhaitham? if you don’t wanna you don’t have to, but thanks for reading this!! nd i really loved the other slime reader fics!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACTIN' LIKE A DAMN HYPOCRITE !

FROM: kaveh / gn! slime! reader / haitham

SUBJECT: you did something wrong and now you're fucked. literally. except i did not do the request and it became kaveh and haitham fighting over you while you get plowed and haitham's a hypocrite the entire time.

( gn reader but they have a CÙNT, seeex, idk this is pretty tame bois )

no matter how endearing you are— all of your gurgly-voiced, innocent-eyed adorableness— one cannot just let you roam free without some sort of discipline. after all, who knows what you're capable of? you're a humanoid slime that kaveh picked out of nowhere, that alone should raise some bells, and plus the fact that you were sucking the living soul out of their dicks every day should warrant you a damn collar.

alhaitham raises his brow at his roommate, who coddles and coos at you in your slime form. "this is why the pesky thing keeps thrashing our room. you spoil them too much."

kaveh stops babbling to you in baby-talk just to shoot his roommate a glare. "oh, shush you. even if they look like a human, they're still a slime through and through. it can't be helped that they'll be a little rowdy every now and then. it's part of their nature!"

"if their nature is going to cost me 10,000 mora for renovation, then it becomes quite the inconvenience for me, i'm afraid," haitham deadpans, shutting his book and leveling his senior with a stern stare. "as the one who found them, do you even have the means to get that money right now?"

kaveh winces. "well, i... i'll manage somehow. somehow." his tone becomes pitiful at the end. finally realizing that he has to teach his little pet some manners so that they won't keep bankrupting him, he turns you around and tries to muster the harshest glare that he can. you notice that the situation has become serious, and in his hands you slowly morph into your humanoid form as you tilt your head innocently.

"kav... eh?" you gurgle in questioning, wide innocent eyes looking up at him. "did i do something wrong?"

"yes, dear," he starts, and he reddens when he notices haitham's amused expression from the corner of his eye. "that was very naughty of you, to destroy haitham's study while we were away. we... i..." he heaves a breath, wincing as he continues to speak. "we need to punish you. you've been a very bad slime."

"we?" haitham cocks a brow.

"oh come on!" kaveh groans. "i know you want in too!"

he's not wrong about that. not when haitham's deep groans sound throughout the room as he's fucking your wet pussy like his life depended on it. it was nice, to be the one fucking instead of being fucked. he still had his pride after all, even if you had stripped him of it countless of times before.

he pinches your clit as he grinds his cock deep into your cunt. you let out a squeal, a cross between surprise and pleasure as you start leaking more and more slime around his cock. he's always been a petty jerk, and it's become more obvious when he relishes in the cloudy expression on your usually clueless face. the face of his dreams and nightmares, staring down at him as he drowns in his own shameless pleasure as if they haven't stripped him of all his dignity.

he swipes a thumb across your lip— relishes it when you shiver in pleasure from his touch— and dips it into your mouth. "this is how you ought to look like everyday," he says, serious eyes studying your face as you whimper and suck on his thumb. "brainless monsters like you should just sit still and submit like a good pet."

"don't be so mean!" kaveh admonishes his roommate, giving him the side eye as if he's not sat behind you and torturing your chest with those delicate fingers. "we're just disciplining them. you don't have to demean them like that!"

haitham shoots him a glare and kaveh, not one to back down from haitham, glares right back. "you don't have the right to talk, " he spits, glaring moodily down at your fucked expression. "you brought this one into our home and allowed it to destroy both of our lives."

"oh please," kaveh sneers. in his aggravation, he pinches your perky nipples so hard that you let out a small sob as he abuses them. "destroy? more like destroying your ass." his smirk widens when haitham blushes angrily. "we both know that after your done plowing my cute lil [y. name] you're going back to taking their dick in your ass."

haitham clicks his tongue, venting his frustration by rutting too deep into you. he's close, kaveh can see it, if the white liquid leaking from his head and floating in your slme torso was any indication. "as if you don't do that either," haitham snaps.

"well, i'm not a bitch about it," kaveh scoffs.

"you act like damn slut when it comes to [y. name]."

you rock up and down against kaveh while you whine and moan from haitham's rough handling. kaveh pecks a loving kiss on your cheek, snuggling into your neck, and you whine back as you try to find his lips again. kaveh grins at haitham.

"better than acting like you don't get bitched everyday."

haitham growls, but says nothing more. once he's done turning your body into his creamy white, he's coming after kaveh.

[mustainegf]

🦐🐺👅‼️🏚️

OK SO SEOUL 2006. you’re up front watching Kirk do that solo after fwtbt, and holy shit you’re abt to freak, and he LOOKS AT U with this crazy ass look. after the show, security takes u backstage and Kirk fingerfucks tf outta u in the dressing room…

(If u don’t know what I’m talking abt btw I’ll send u the vid)

SEOUL KIRK IM ON MY KNEES

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐋 ²⁰⁰⁶

It was finally Metallica day. For years I've waited patiently to go see them live in South Korea. I grew up listening to 'Master of Puppets' with my dad, always dreaming of being in a mosh pit and getting crowd-surfed during the classics. And here I am standing front row at Olympic Gymnasium Hall, one of the best seats I could possibly hope for.

They're just finishing one of my favourite songs, For Whom The Bell Tolls, when the lights go dark and Kirk's solo pierces the air of the stadium.

I'm hooked. My eyes shoot wide and I'm basically ogling at him as he drips with sweat, his head rolling back as his bare chest shone.

There's something about an older rockstar that turns me on- the mystery and sexiness. I know he's seeing me through his smoky haze of sweat and effort.

It felt like he was looking straight into my soul. Like he knew what kind of thoughts were racing through my mind.

Those dark eyes, usually so sweet and awkward, almost evil as he staring at me, his sweaty fingers bending at the string like a madman, his other hand pounding down in the whammy.

He plays like he means it, and you can't help but feel every note.

His tongue is dripping with saliva from biting his lips hard, trying to keep control of himself in a room full of girls going crazy.

I lick my lips and squeeze myself together, knowing exactly where I want those lips. As he makes this last note, every guy around us goes nuts. I can hear screaming, clapping, yelling... I don't give a damn.

My mind and soul are only focused on him for the remainder of the show, he looks the sexiest he ever has.

After the show finally concluded, I find myself in the grip or a security guard, a man leaning in a telling me something.

He nodded his head and pointed behind me. I turn around to see Kirk smiling, pointing over his shoulder, as if he wants to leave.

Its only seconds before I'm being led down a dark hall. This couldn't be real. I walk to the dressing room door, which had been left open and peek inside.

"Hey", someone shouts from the side of the room, I turn to see Kirk walking towards me. "Nice to meet ya"

"I- um. hi.." I greet him awkwardly, unable to suppress my goofy smile.

I'm a fan girl all over again. Kirk holds out his hands like a knight greeting his lady in shining armour. He's shirtless still. His hair slick with sweat, his muscles strained from singing and playing guitar.

"In the dressing room, now." he smirks, pointing into the room.

I didn't hesitate, stepping past him into the dimly lit dressing room, filled with sound equipment and worn leather couches.

Kirk follows close behind, glancing over his shoulder to check no-one is watching. He shuts the door softly and steps closer to me. He leans in and whispers, "what do you think?"

I lean forward too, smiling widely. He notices I'm not wearing any bra underneath my black t-shirt. My nipples poking against my tight sports bra.

"I think we should get better acquainted." I whisper. That set him off, laughing loud enough to make sure there's nobody outside the room, then smiling slyly at me, turning away to sit on the couch.

I watch him sit, taking in the view of his naked torso. Kirk snickers and pats his thighs, so I follow his order and turn, sitting in his lap and leaning my back against his chest.

Our hips pressing tightly together, grinding slowly. He runs his hands up and down my stomach, scratching lightly.

I love how rough his hands are, he keeps glancing over at my tits swaying back and forth, feeling his cock growing under my ass. He wraps his arms around my body, lifting me up slightly.

His mouth presses on my neck, sucking gently. I moan loudly, my legs twitching. He presses his crotch against mine, letting me grind into his rock-hard dick.

"Is that what you wanted to get better acquainted with? You're such a naughty little thing." I look over at him and kiss him deeply, feeling our tongues dancing.

A faint noise of kissing starts, along with some light voices from people outside. I grin cheekily at him, my hands rubbing up and down his strong arms, feeing his bare back pressing on my chest. "You like that baby? Huh?"

Kirk slides his hands down my breasts, over my waist and carefully unbuttoned my jeans.

His hand moved down, sliding under my underwear. Pressing firmly against my mound, rubbing his fingertips against my clit. I gasp, putting both hands over his, applying more pressure to my pussy.

His wet fingers slide smoothly inside me, fucking my hole gently. I shut my eyes and lean my head back against his shoulder. I let out long low breaths.

Feeling his fingers moving in and out of me slowly, making small circles with each movement. "Mmmhmmm." I moan in approval, turning my face and looking directly into his eyes, winking at him.

"Do you like my hands baby? Do they feel nice?" he asks, teasing me. I look at him with pleading eyes. It was getting harder to restrain myself. "Ahh yeaah.. mmm." I struggle to get words out.

His fingers were working their magic, massaging me deeper and harder until I felt a wave of pleasure radiate from my loins. "Fuck!" I shout, my eyes rolling back into my head. His hands never stop touching me.

"Lets get this sexy thing off of you," Kirk snickers into my ear before pulling his fingers out to slide down my lace thong.

I lift my hips to help him slip it down my legs. My panties crumpled in his fist.

Kirk tosses them to the ground and slides his hand back between my legs.

His middle finger finds my hole easily and slides right back in. I whimper at the sensations shooting through my core. "Ahh! Oh yeah..."

I groan quietly, arching my back, grinding my pussy hard against his hand. "Shit yes... Just keep doing that..." He spreads his thumb over my swollen clit and begins a slow circle motion.

God damn it feels good.

I grind harder, driving his finger deep inside my cunt as far as it can go. I breathe heavily, lost in the moment, my mind blanking out.

"Yesssss... just... oh god. don't stop." I pant desperately, feeling my orgasm building up from somewhere deep inside me.

"Do you want to cum for me baby?" Kirk growls in my ear. I shudder violently, my voice shaking. "Please,

pleaseeeeeeee" I beg him urgently. His index finger joins the other, stretching my walls even wider.

My clit tingles as he rubs feverishly. I can feel it coming, heat rising inside me, my skin starting to burn. His other hand holds onto my breast tightly, squeezing it roughly as he sucks on my neck.

His fingers pump wildly inside me as I reach my climax. The wave of ecstasy surges throughout my body, I cry out as every muscle in my body clenches hard, convulsing uncontrollably. I spasm all over the place. "Kirk!" I whine.

"That's it, love... breathe through it... oh yeah, I bet that feels real nice." he mumbled, giggling under his breath.

Slowly he slows down his rhythm and pulls out of me. All I could do was lie there completely exhausted. He pulled my back to him and held me close, nuzzling his nose in my hair.

Kirk kisses my temple with a sigh and a smile, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking off my juices.

"Good girl... real good.."

[rottiens]

ਏਓ : HE ASKS YOU OUT! ㅤ gojō satoru x gn!reader — tags. sfw. divider creds: cafekitsune. // WC: 0.8K

Satoru found you at the Café on the corner of the last street. At the place he had shown you a couple of months ago because they sold the best coffee in the whole city, because it was the only coffee shop that sold the sugar-soaked sweets he so desperately needed to start his day. He took you here the first time to sweeten your day a little, to remove the wrinkles from your forehead and remove the gray clouds of negative thoughts– when you ended up laughing until you cried he knew his work here was done.

The bell on the door shouts announcing the entrance of a new customer, Satoru had recognized your mane even from outside, even if it was hiding a part of your face. He knew it was you through the glass, you can't hide from him. Even with the sound you didn't lift your gaze from the laptop on which you typed so effervescently, you had a cup of coffee —black, he guessed— at your side.

Satoru didn't stop at the counter to order as he has done on other occasions as his eyes were on something sweeter than any coffee he could ever order. He advanced through the empty tables and stopped in front of you. You, still unaware of his presence, so he pulled one of the wooden chairs in front of you and only the sound of the seat grinding against the tiles managed to make you look up.

A tired, muffled "Oh" is all you say. The tone of your voice less surprised than he expected. There are dark circles under your eyes even though you had confessed it to him days ago, you wouldn't have to be a fortune teller to realize how little sleep you'd had these days and that caffeine is the only thing keeping you awake, your sockets engulf your eyes and your pupils look dull. But then, there's another "Oh!" Slightly more cheerful, now with the decibels of surprise necessary for Satoru to be smiling.

You were looking at the bouquet of flowers resting on the table, their colors so bright, so vivid that they seemed to infect you, capable of changing your whole aura. They were freshly cut, with drops of water still on the green leaves.

"Gojo…"

"You like them?"

"They're my favorite. How did you…?" The wrinkles on your forehead blur with your smile growing wider as you stop talking.

Satoru shrugs. "I have my contacts." That causes him to smile just as brightly as you do. "Are you going to accept going out with me now?" He asks more quietly than the tone in which the conversation was normally going and he can see the insecurity on your face, the internal struggle you go through in seconds.

You were going to make another excuse, he knew it. He's been asking you out on a date for weeks now… it wasn't really a date, it was you who called it that, for Satoru it was nothing more than an outing. Eat, distract yourself, do something other than work, paperwork and think about your ex.

"I don't know… I have a mission to attend to."

"I haven't even told you the day."

You fall silent. Caught off guard you lower your gaze to the keyboard again, the blue light illuminating part of your face, dispelling a bit of the shadows the dawn hasn't yet been able to.

"Let's go to the aquarium," he says suddenly. That brings you back to him, to stare into the dark blindfold that forbids you from looking into those all-too-familiar blue eyes. "And then let's eat, or have breakfast first. As you wish." He speaks to you in that sweet voice he uses when he wants to get his way, one of his big hands moves across the table and rests on yours and you let him. You see the grip, his thumb carving your skin and you look up at him again, he drops his head to the side. "As friends, of course." He bites his tongue to keep from bringing out that flirtatious undertone.

Your ribs look like they're deflating letting out a breath you seemed to be holding, with the last thing Satoru says he apparently has changed your mind.

"As friends?"

"That's what we are, right?"

Your gaze goes anywhere but to him. Satoru presses down on your hand some more, an action that causes you to contemplate the grip on your hand again. He watches you stir on the chair and fix your skirt with your other hand.

"Fine," you snap. Satoru bites his lip to hide a victorious smile, only then letting go of your hand.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow, at ten if that's okay." You nod. "You want me to wait for you so we can go to Jujutsu High together? I'm already late anyway." Satoru pretends to look at an imaginary watch on his wrist and then looks at you to corroborate your answer.

"I don't go in for another hour, so you don’t have to wait for me.“

You let him take your hand from the table to bring it to his mouth and leave a kiss on the back of it, what should be an instant turns into a couple of seconds. Satoru holds your wrist sweetly, so delicate, he rubs the softness of his lips against your skin, on top of the kiss he just gave you and releases it to watch you slowly bring it to your lap.

"See you there."

[aurawrawr]

Cremate me in your arms

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna x afab! brown reader

Too much confidence and simping has led to this second part. And I hope to do it justice. The following fic features an established relationship so to understand the dynamics and origins, find the first part here.

Minors, DNI. Word count: 4k

CW: generalized themes of death, murder and the likes, established relationship, dub-con, sex with Sukuna's true form, breast play, PIV, creampie, oral (m! receiving), mutual orgasms, worship, devotion, insecurity, jealousy, arguments, breeding kink, pregnancy, major character death, mention of sati (the ancient Hindu ritual of the very alive, and likely young, wife walking into the funeral pyre of her dead husband)

it gets really dark and angsty towards the end; i'm sorry

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is astounded by how well you take his true form. He stuffs you with one of his cocks while the other slides along your puffy lips. He holds your breasts in two hands, toying with your pebbled nipples, while the other two keep your body in place as he rams into you. He loves your fluttery kisses, the way you grab on to his beyond broad shoulders, struggle to keep your head from lolling, back arching. He has a devilish grin on his face and abs as he empties his heavy tight sacks inside you. Again and again.

Now that he has seen your face at the height of your pleasure, he wants it no other way. He doesn't need a surface anymore, he carries you around as he fucks. And you don't complain. You'll take him as he presents himself to you, human form or curse. You're his to have. But is he yours?

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who makes you look at him in front of Uraume-hime, because he knows you're insecure about them. Although, he does get a kick out of when he summons you to his chambers after locking himself in with the Oiran for hours. How needy you become. How territorial. And he pretends he didn't hear your soft pacing outside his doors only moments before, didn't see your shadow pass over the patio. They don't do anything that'd challenge your relationship with your Ryo-sama. In fact, most of the time, he makes Uraume do their books in his chambers just to see your flushed face afterward, your impatient grinding against his bulge, your willingness to take him in your mouth even though you choke every time you try.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is luminous with bliss about his playful belle. You are ticklish on your tummy and he makes avid use of that when waking you up in the mornings. His extra mouth licks around, dipping occasionally into your belly button, making you laugh and squirm.

"What is this mouth for, Ryo-sama?" You ask once, feeding it potato fritters you had made that evening.

"It's to eat you out a second time when this mouth is tired." Ryo-sama is goofy now. You're no more scared of him like you used to be.

"Ryo-sama!" You've even been given the liberty to rebuke him every now and then, and you take full advantage of it.

He laughs. "It's my mouth, Paro." He points to his face. "This mouth is my brother's. Everything about me that's remotely human is my brother. The monster is the real me."

"Brother?" You've never heard of one before.

"Yes, my love. The brother I ate in my mother's womb. You see, I was supposed to be one of twins but when they pulled me out, I was covered in blood. My mother's, of course, and that of my brother. He reincarnated when I changed, finally enacting his revenge and locking me in this unsightly form."

You drop the chopsticks from your hand, and lean into his frame to kiss his mouth, the one on his stomach. Then, rise to kiss the un-human part of his face, the skin rough to your lips but it doesn't matter to you. To you, it's an act of reverence. He closes all his eyes and you place pecks on the lids of the ones he calls monstrous. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

Ryo-sama laughs, his whole body shaking. He rests one hand on your shoulder while two others pull you down on him. "That's because, for some inexplicable reason, you're in love with me."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who whole-heartedly supports your new project. It strokes his ego when you show your excitement about your new religion with him as the God. Cult, to be completely honest. Regardless, you've painted him, the form you most wish to worship. Where you see a benevolent guardian deity, he sees a grotesque monster. Really, beauty must be in the eyes of the lover.

"What do you want from me, Paro?" He asks one day, smoking opium from his pipe, blowing it out of the open window. You are writing an essay in Hiragana for your tutor to go over later. Your handwriting has improved a lot; even Ryo-sama acknowledges so. When you look up at him questioning, he sighs. "You know, if you want to leave, I won't stop you, right? I could never bring myself to harm you."

"Why would I leave, my Lord? I want to be by your side. Do you not want me here?"

"I have used your body for my own pleasure since your first day here, demanded that you learn a language to better my experience in the bedroom. I have been miserable to you for several weeks before suddenly springing a confession and my true form upon you. Putting up with me must be exhausting. And yet, you stay. There must be something you want. Fame, protection, wealth, what is it? Tell me. I promise I won't be disappointed."

You're speechless. For as long as you've been with Sukuna-sama, this is the first time his words have hurt you. "You doubt my devotion, my Lord." Your eyes water as you try very hard to keep looking at him. But you can't, so you concentrate on the wavering shadow on the wall behind him. The tears fall anyway.

"Paro, that's not... Please don't..."

Your writing equipment clatters as you get on your feet, running out of his room. The ink spills, seeps into the silk of your sitting mat.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who would kill for you, burn the world for you, and he knows better to do it behind your back because you shouldn't have to deal with the guilt. So he crushes the heads of mortals who speak ill of you, choke to death those who plot to maim you, and put your life in danger. Uraume-hime may not be too fond of you but they're loyal to Sukuna-sama and will execute his orders with precision; they keep an eye out for you, sneer at you when you look their way but protect you nonetheless.

When Ryo-sama finds you that night, you've already been in your bath for far too long. Your skin has pruned, your eyes are red-rimmed from all the crying; your newly appointed lady-in-waiting has requested you to come out several times lest you catch a cold but you've paid her no attention. You want to catch a cold, you want to suffer. If Ryo-sama wants you to leave, then you'll go away for good.

"Kiero." He orders the woman before settling himself beside your tub. Resting his arms and chin on the edge, he looks at you but doesn't say anything. You don't either; you only sniffle and wipe your tears and snot away with the back of your hand.

"Can I get a few days' time to find a job elsewhere before I have to leave?"

"No."

Your exhales are shaky. "In the morning then, Sukuna-sama."

"Sukuna-sama? Is that how mad you are at me?" He holds your face in his hand. You want to flinch, turn away, deny him any touch but you crave for his skin too. If you are to leave in the morning, you will never have it again so you might as well let him take you one last time.

"Who am I to be mad at you? I should have known this was going to happen."

"What should you have known?"

"That you'll lose interest in me. I'm not strong, after all. I don't have Uraume-hime's curse techniques. I'm just a puny, filthy—"

He sits up, offering his lips to you but you don't give in. "I don't want you to leave." If he really doesn't have a heart, what is this tightening around his chest? What is this fear?

"But if I do leave, you won't stop me. That's how unimportant I am to you. That's how disposable."

"I lied. I won't know left from right if I lose you. I have a plan for when, and if ever, you try to leave. It's from that story you told me about your Goddess of Destruction." He smiles against your lips. "I will lie down on the ground, in front of you, like her husband did. And you can't step on or over me, so you won't leave."

"I'll turn and walk in a different direction." You know your heart is softening. You're putty in Ryo-sama's hands, under his manipulations.

"I'll stop you, Paro. I'll change positions, get up and lie down in different spots every time you turn. Can I kiss you now?" His lips are so close but you must hold your ground.

"What about when I die?" You've always known he'll outlive you, and that's the dream of every devoted lover, is it not? But there's another dream you have. You don't want to leave him completely alone when you die. You know he's too strong and doesn't really need anybody, but that doesn't mean he has to be lonely.

Sukuna-sama sits back. There's not a day when he doesn't think about this, when he doesn't shudder just from the thought of seeing your lifeless body, your once beautiful face cold and pale from having your breath snatched from your lungs. The only answer that he comes up with is to use his Reverse Jujutsu and revive you but how many times can he do that? He is stuck in an invulnerable form but you will eventually be too old and frail to want to live any longer. "Whatever you want, Paro. I can bring you back, or let you rest."

You pretend to toy with a thought while he stares at your face. You've had an idea for quite some time. Back home, you'd have had to step into the blazing funeral pyre of your dead husband. But what can you do if he's an undying God? "Fire doesn't harm you, my Lord?" You know the answer, but you still ask to confirm. He shakes his head, wondering where you're going with this. "Cremate me in your arms then, Ryo-sama. I don't want a pyre; I want to be in your arms when I die."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who comforts you, holds your shaking body with all his arms and rocks you when you cry for your mother. Unbeknownst to you, he has sent many of his people — curses and curse users alike — to the brothel in Bengal you had mentioned your mother worked at. But to no avail. He never told you this and doesn't plan to, ever, unless he actually finds your mother. You shouldn't have to know that your fears of never seeing her again might be true.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who knows no real God would ever listen to him. Still, he whispers a soft "Kami-sama" in your name every morning. He doesn't need a God to protect you but why risk it? Your new project has harbored a lot of attention, and not only the good kind. It makes him worry about your safety. He sends two of his most notorious curse-users with you every time you step out of his palace. He throws a fit every time he notices you're dressing for grocery shopping or to go oversee the building of his shrine. He can always send someone else, why do you need to go?

He impatiently paces the yard when you're on one of your trips until he hears the slow drag of the heavy front door, and your cheerful chattering with the guards. How you maintain your optimism and enthusiasm even while living with the epitome of negativity is beyond him. He needs you for this, to clear the smoke of his desolation, the stillness of his immortality.

"Ryo-sama." You walk up to him. "There was good cow meat in the market. What kind of curry would you like, my Lord?"

"You don't have to cook cow for me, my love. Aren't they your God's pets?"

"Yes, my Lord, but for you—"

"It's decided then. We won't consume cows in this household anymore."

You smile wryly. "After I die then."

You have been speaking of your death every so often, to the point where Sukuna-sama has had to summon the medic that he calls a quack several times over a month to evaluate your physical health. And every time, the charlatan has informed him that you're perfectly healthy. So he's decided that every time you say something about dying, he will medicate you in his own way.

He seizes your wrist and pulls you to his bedchamber. He strips you down to your breast band and loincloth. He transforms because he knows you enjoy having him touch you with so many arms that it feels like he's consuming you. But then you say something that makes him stop in his tracks. "Is there something wrong with me, Ryo-sama?"

"Did somebody say something to you?" His voice goes cold. You shake your head but refuse to meet his eyes. "Tell me the bastard's name and I'll send them a nice present."

"It's nobody, my Lord. Just me."

"What's wrong?" He tilts your face upward. He sounds demanding.

"It's... It's been over a year since... since you've first been with me, my Lord. And yet..." Your voice quivers, tears starting to gather on the cusp of your eyelid. "And yet, every month... on the night of the waxing gibbous, I bleed. Why can't I give you a child? What's wrong with me?"

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is bothered by nothing. He's squashed many an eyesore under his thumb. Nothing gives him the ick, except for the water pooling in your eyes. This is the second time he's made you cry and he hates himself for it. For, it's not you who's wrong, inadequate, unfit to have a child. It's him. He's been so afraid of harming you with his cursed essence, he's been manipulating it so as to not impregnate you with a cursed womb.

"We're different, my dear." He tries again. "It's not that there's something wrong with you. It's our union that won't bear a healthy child."

Your heart breaks. Even though you try to hide it, Sukuna-sama sees it on your face. "I see, my Lord. I guess I was worrying for nothing." You put a smile on your face but it doesn't stay. With every passing day, you grow sadder. He notices it in your destitute of smiles, your limp enthusiasm in his arms, your shaky silhouette after he puts you to sleep.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who never, not even during his human life, wanted for a family, but your words have moved him. For a few years of his eternity, he can see himself being a loving father, and a doting husband. So this time, he approaches you.

"Paro." He pulls you to him one night as you two are resting after dinner. You have been fixated on making an army of origami swans but when he seeks your attention, you give it to him easily. You drop your half-folded swan and he springs the question on you. "Will you be my bride?"

You say, yes, because there's no reason to lie.

The ceremony is chaste. You follow rituals of both your cultures. When flakes of his sindoor fall on your nose, you smile. He already loves you; you don't need more proof.

His chambers have been extended to accommodate you and when you get to your bedroom, you notice the flower petals on the sheets, just like you had once told him happens back home. Sukuna-sama takes you by the hand and makes you sit on the bed. He kneels in front of you, like he had the first time he had shown you his reality. By the warmth on his usually hardened face, it's clear he has something to tell you. "Paro," he whispers, "do you still want to have my child?" Again, there's no reason to lie. "It might hurt you, my love."

"I can take it, Ryo-sama." You take his hand. "I... I've seen women in the throes of labor. I can endure that."

"It won't be the labor of a human birth, my love. Or have you forgotten who your Ryo-sama is? It's true that the heart I don't have in me is compensated by the kindness of your spirit but our child will be a monster at its very core."

"You and I will raise them right, my Lord."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who has never been soft in bed but for you and for the child you wish to bear, he is willing to change his ways. He envelopes you with kisses, keeps your hips lifted with a pillow beneath your rear. He whispers your name and you whisper his. You touch his arms, his strong, protective arms, his chest, the heart behind it that only you've seen, his waist thrusting into you so lovingly. "Harder, Ryo-sama." You're aching for him, for the warmth of his seed. "Harder, please." He increases his pace, buries his face in your neck, groans as he releases inside you. He has done this before, every time, but this feels different, it feels fruitful.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who expects himself to keep his calm always. But when you tell him you haven't bled in two moons, he is beside himself with joy. He picks you up in his arms and twirls you, wants to run out and tell the whole world what a miracle you are. But he knows nobody would rejoice in the news of him furthering his lineage. Only you. And that's enough for him.

As the months pass and you grow heavier, his happiness only increases. He makes everything perfect for you, caters to your every need and want. He tends to the ache in your back, relieves the soreness in your breasts, even massages your feet. But he notices changes in your mien. You spend longer outside of home. He knows you're in the new temple but what you do behind the closed doors of the shrine, nobody can tell him. Not even the guards he sends with you. When he asks you, you only shrug and tell him that you've been praying. He knows you have an idol of your God situated in the same chambers as the idol of him and there's also a priest you’ve met recently, so he doesn’t question it anymore.

But when you decide to walk out the night you’re supposed to deliver, he panics. “Where are you going?” He calls out as you’re about to step out of your room. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go into the labor room? I’ve arranged for midwives from your home, priests to handle any rituals you want to partake in and yet… It feels as if you have other plans.”

“I’m only going to pray, Ryo-sama.” You drape a robe over your bump.

“Pray here. I’ll send Uraume to get your God.”

“No.” You lose your usual softness. “I’ll only be gone for an hour or so.”

“And what if your liquor breaks in that one hour?”

“The priest will help me.”

“The priest you don’t allow anyone to meet?” He is losing his calm too. 

“I’ve told you the reason, haven’t I? It'll be futile meeting the priest who's supposed to carry out rituals in your name.”

He is exasperated. He shouldn’t have let you have this much power over him. “At least let me come with you. I’ll wait outside.”

“That doesn’t look good for the King of Curses, my Lord.”

“Who’s going to tell me that?”

“I will. The mother of your child. Please, my Lord, I beg of you. I know the labor will be easier if I just spend some time with my God alone.”

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who knew love is worthless. Then why did he ever let himself love you? Why did he give in to your wishes? Why did he not force your hand when you acted against his orders? Why did he let you be the only human who could make him kneel?

When the hour is up and you’ve not returned, he storms out of his palace, trident in hand. If he has to threaten you for you to come back to him, he will. But he doesn’t get the chance to. When he reaches the steps of the shrine, the dread in his chest rises to his ears, ringing like bells of a temple in the storm. The establishment is in ruins, the guards who were with you had been slashed through their necks so brutally, their heads had tossed away from the rest of their bodies. He rushes up the stairs, trips. His weapon falls from his hand when he looks inside. The walls have been painted with blood. He can tell it’s your blood from the scent. A terror-stricken groan rises from his throat. His chest is even more hollow now. 

“Paro.” He finds your mangled body up against the wall furthest from the door and scoops you up in his arms. “Paro. My love. My heart. My miracle.” He cries out. Long gone is the King of Curses; these are the desperate howls of a grieving husband. “Who… who did this?”

There’s some life left in you. And even if there isn’t, he is more than willing to bring you back. Not only because you must live, but also because they who did this to you, must die. And he will do it, he will go to the ends of this world and the next, and find the lowlife who dared to touch his Paro, the love of his immortality, his Queen of Blessings.

He touches your chest to revive you but you seize his wrist. “Ryo-sama.” You gurgle up through the seas of blood in your throat. He leans into you to let you touch his face, rub away his tears like you have removed the darkness from his soul. You manage a smile at the end of your breath. “You were right, Ryo-sama. I birthed a monster. But... he's still... my son.”

“Who did this to you? The brat?”

You slowly shake your head. “I was… so blind, so foolish. The… the priest. He was… after our son. Promise me… Ryo-sama. You will avenge… me. You… will… protect our son… for me.”

“Avenge you, I will. But right now, I’m bringing you back.”

“No.” You cough up, splattering blood across his face. “I’m… your weakness.”

“No, no–” You shush him with a hand over his lips.

“I am… your weakness. I am your disease. Let me go… and become what you must. For Yuji.”

“Yuji?”

“Our… son. Find him… please… and protect him. Make him… a little human. The priest…” You cough again, clutching the robe at your empty womb. “He had… stitches… across his forehead.”

Sukuna-sama knew him, the curse with stitches on his forehead. He will find him and kill him, even if it takes him a thousand years.

“You… promised me… one more thing… Ryo-sama.”

His eyes water at your request, the bloody smile on your lips he knows will haunt him for all of eternity. Love is worthless but you are not. You’ve taught him hope, you’ve shown him kindness, the selfless love that he knew was not for him to have. You’ve proved to him that to love and be loved is to change. “Must I?” He asks and you nod. He loses to you. Once again. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you before I knew you, and I will love you after you’re gone. I will find you if you’re ever reborn but I will pray to any God that listens to me that they don’t send you here again. This world doesn’t deserve you. And I will punish them for it. Sleep well, my love.” He kisses your forehead.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna, feared by all, respected by some but loved by one. His atrocities are well-known, written and spoken about through ages. Even years later, people remember the villages he burned that night, the blaze crimson red like the petals of spider-lilies, the screams of the people louder than the crackling of the fire. He did that out of mindless rage, everyone says. They are wrong. He did that out of love.

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tagging (because you guys seemed to like the first part): @ghostslillady @iwonmx @kariatenoh @pearlsxandxpeonies

[gothic-thoughts]

Earned It

(i got down bad wit this one, lawd 😩)

Part 3!Dio x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, HardDom!Dio, Concubine!Reader

CW: from the back, sub!reader, pillow riding, a little choking, fingering, teasing, 💦ing, a little bit of a headlock (fuck i luv this man its so bad😩🙏🏾), filthy talk, unprotected cream🥧, Dio's breeding kink shines through (cuz he def have one)

Word Count: 1572 (give or take)

"Dio please.”

My ears perk up-- the sound is nothing if not a distraction from my reading. The voice was faint and low, but because of my incredible hearing, it rang like a bell in my head despite being across the mansion--where my harem was supposedly asleep. I close my novel with a chuckle. My untitled name, hm? I don't recall being on a first-name basis with any of my women.

I stand from my chair, causing the handful of minions around me to flinch away from me as I walk toward the double doors across the room. The instant I stepped out from the stone, soundproof walls of my library, it was obvious that the hushed whimpers belonged to (Y/n). I chuckle, beginning to walk down the corridor, footsteps silent so I could continue to listen to those adorable noises of hers. How cute; her moans were always my favorite. However, hearing them without me present is certainly a surprise.

I step into (Y/n)'s chambers to find her in the candlelit room, sitting in the center of her bed with her back to me. She wore nothing but a thin silk robe as she humped her naked cunt onto the pillow bunched between her chubby thighs. A smirk slowly forms across my face, watching her hold her hair up to keep it off her sweaty neck and back as quiet gasps and moans fill the air. I struggle to keep myself in check as I watch her pleasure herself.

"Unh... Oh, Dio, fuck~"

I exhale slowly to regain enough control to discipline her. Untitled again? I stalked closer to (Y/n) until I stood at the foot of her bed, looking over her bare dark skin that shimmered from sweat in the golden candlelight before gently grabbing her neck from behind, my fingertips firmly pressed on both pulse points. She yelped in surprise, dropping her hair as her hips stopped rocking. Now frozen in fear, her heart raced and her breathing was still ragged from her pleasure.

"Who's Dio?"

She gulped. "I'm sorry, Lord Dio, I--"

"Shhh, shh, shh." I kiss the top of her hair, "Don't apologize, answer my question. Tell me who this 'Dio' is."

"You." She mumbled.

"What was that, angel?" I press my cheek to hers and whisper, "I couldn't hear you; speak up."

"I said y-you."

"Ah... so you're calling out my first name without my permission? How rude. Since you want to be rude, should I teach you some manners then?"

I feel her face warm up as blood pools into her cheeks from sheer embarrassment. (Y/n) shivers against me and boldly tilts her head against mine as my breath hits her exposed skin, her pulse still pumping past my fingertips. Mm, always know just how to get yourself out of trouble. I press my body to her back and my other hand wraps around her, dipping between her legs to feel the wetness on the pillow before sliding my fingers up to her soaking clitoris. God, you're my favorite.

She huffs, her voice cracking a little. "I'm sorry, Lord Dio."

"No, you're not, "I whisper against her neck, "No the fuck you aren't."

I continue rubbing quickly at (Y/n)'s sensitive clit while leaving wet, open-mouth kisses on her neck and jawline. She grinds against my hand, her cunt drolling all over the pillow under her as she moans and gasps.

"Fuck, I'm supposed to be disciplining you."

"Mnh, I apologized."

"Sorry is only a word. I came to punish you, but you're such a professional at escaping trouble, aren't you?"

"Yes~"

"So sneaky, yet so obedient. What am I going to do with you?"

(Y/n) lays forward, looking over her shoulder at me as she slowly spreads her legs, hiking her robe over that plump ass to reveal the inside of her wet thighs that glistened from the candle flickering across the room. I chuckle as I undo my belt and drop my bottoms. Fuck... she is a problem.

I throw the pillow she was humping onto the floor and crawled onto the bed until my hands were firmly planted on the mattress on either side of her shoulders, my back hovering above her just enough for her to feel the chill of my undead body. I grind my hard-on against her through my boxers on her already sensitive clit, watching as she whimpers.

"S-Sensitive."

"Oh, I'm sorry love. Did I stop you from cumming on your pillow? Would you like to finish?"

"No!" She gasped before quickly composing herself, "N-no I want you to fuck me."

I bury my face in her neck and stop grinding myself against her, "Too bad. You are mine, therefore I fuck you when I'm ready, understood?"

(Y/n) lifts her hips and pushes her ass back on me, making it hard for me to follow my own words. I slap it harshly to which she quickly lowers her hips back to the bed. I chuckle at the disparity in her tone.

"Please Dio I need--"

"Saying my name again without permission?" I lean to one side of her and smack her ass hard, "You underestimate my patience."

"Ah!"

"You seem to believe you're in a position of authority and you aren't. I should leave you here for your pillow to finish you off."

"N-no please, I'm sorry." (Y/n) whines, tugging the sheets, "I'm sorry, just please."

I slap her ass again, "What is my name, concubine?"

"Lord Dio..."

Another slap. "When am I allowed to want you?"

"W-Whenever you want..."

A final slap reddens her left ass cheek, "And when I do, what is your response?"

"Wh-Which room."

"Or...?"

"Which hole."

I mount her again, slowly sinking my thick length into her soaking pussy, feeling her legs tremble under me when she gasps aloud. Relishing in the grip as I push in even deeper, I tuck my forearm under her neck, pulling her impossibly close to my chest and restricting her breathing just slightly. With a soft grunt in her ear, I start thrusting my hips down, stroking her most sensitive spot, the intensity making her yelp out and grasp at my forearm around her neck.

"F-fuck~"

"Mm, your cunt is always so greedy. No wonder you lack patience... You must think with it."

(Y/n)'s cunt clenches around me as she finally cums, squirting onto my pelvis. It flexes and massages me with every adorable mewl that spills from her mouth as she quivers beneath me. Ooh, already? I forgot she was touching herself. I chuckle and continue plunging into her pussy, listening to the squelches echo with every downward thrust of my hips.

"Lord Dio~! Y-yes please!"

"Does this feel good? Huh? Do you like this?"

"Yes, I need you~"

I look down, watching as I disappear and reappear from her snug cunt, my cock shimmering with her cum every time I withdraw. I looked back up to her face in time to see her eyes roll back which made my girth twitch. I pull out and thrust deeply, my new depth making her eyes roll back again as she cried out.

"Shit~" I grunt in her ear, "I think you've earned the pleasure of saying my name. So what is it?"

"D-Dio~!"

Her cunt starts to squeeze my dick tighter as she starts to grind herself against my thrusts. "Oh fuck.. Again."

"Dio!"

Sinking my nails into her squishy thigh, I spread her leg from the other, giving me better access to fuck her deeper, feeling her pussy tremble around me. (Y/n) whimpers loudly, her hips squirming away from my thrusts in an attempt to stop my speed despite her clearly enjoying the building pleasure of a second orgasm. The sounds of skin clapping echo off the walls in her bedroom as I keep her legs open and continue to pound into her.

"Don't run from me, precious. You know you love it, just look at the mess you made. You're not going anywhere."

"It's too much! Too much, feels too f-fucking good~!”

"That's it..." I whispered, kissing the back of her neck, "Again. Cum again."

"Fuck, right there Dio!"

"Yeah? Right there~?" I can't help but chuckle a little at her helpless state, "Going to cum inside you... So... So, so deep... Ungh, you want it?"

(Y/n) nods frantically, breath hitching in her throat from how close she was again.

"Use your words and speak up."

"Please, oh god, please~ I..." Her breath catches in her throat as he pants, "I want it!"

"Good, because this...?" I reach under her and rub her clit, "...Is mine. Understood?"

"Y-yes Dio~! G-gonna... M'gonna cum!"

Shit...shit...shit. (Y/n) buried her face into the mattress as her leg-trembling bliss bubbled over, causing her to squirt all over my cock again. A couple of strokes later and I bottomed out inside her as deep as I could and coating the inside of her cervix, never slowing down my thrusts to force out every single drop of cum I had.

I slowly pull back, letting my cum coat the rest of her tight channel. My hips stutter from the sensitivity as I slide out completely, looking down at the mess she made on my pelvis and shaft before sliding back in to feel my warm seed cover my balls. Her body stops shuddering for the most part as she pants, letting me stay buried inside her as I sit up.

"Fuck..."

[lxverss]

♡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʟᴜꜱᴛ | hhj

✰ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: softdom!hyunjin x afab reader

✰ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut, fluff, fwb, non-idol au, a bit of angst (?)

✰ ᴡᴄ: 1.4k

✰ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+, ass grabbing/smacking, swearing, reader calls hyunjin daddy, use of pet names, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), I think that's all but lmk if I missed anything!

✰ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: hyunjin was falling in love with you, his friends ex but also his fuckbuddy. He knew he shouldn't, but the more he tried to resist the more he gave in. Until he couldn't take it anymore and blabbered his feelings to you after having sex one night, thinking you were asleep.

From this req ! | minors/ageless blogs dni.

[12:47 AM] — You were finishing up some assignments that were due in a week. Barely being able to keep your eyes open, you tiredly typed away on your laptop. Suddenly your phone rang up and it read 'hyunjin' on the screen. What the fuck could he possibly want at this hour? You had no idea. Sighing, you decided to pick up anyway— knowing he'd throw a fit the next morning if you didn't. "Come over.", He said right as you answered. "What the fuck? At this hour?" You said, visibly annoyed. "Please. I need you so bad", fuck. He knew very well you wouldn't be able to say no at that and you heard the very obvious desperation laced in his voice.

"you're gonna be the fucking death of me, hwang." You said, picking up your keys and putting on a coat— already making your way to your front door. He only chuckled softly and you could practically feel the cocky smirk from here. "See you there, sweetheart" he said before hanging up. That fucker made it so hard not to fall for him.

As you begin to arrive at his apartment, you start to feel anxious. For what reason, you don't know. You begin approaching his door, hesitant to ring the bell.

'ding dong'

You heard quiet footsteps and after a few minutes the door clicked open. As soon as he saw you, he pulled you in for an embrace. You yelped in surprise, your heart almost jumping out of your chest. He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. "I missed you" he muttered quietly, his hands rubbing your lower back. You stayed still, not speaking a word. It's probably out of lust, you thought to yourself. He slowly pulled away from you, taking your face in his hands. He then pulled you in for a chaste kiss, and it grew hotter by the second. You reached up his back to the back of his neck and he grabbed your ass with both hands, picking you up and stumbling back a little.

He closed the door behind you then pressed your back against it, dick growing harder by the second. You grind your hips against his, wanting to feel more of him, which earned you a few grunts and moans into the kiss as he rutted against your hips like an animal in heat. The kiss growing messier by the second, your hands gripping his biceps for support. He started taking you towards his bedroom but still not breaking the kiss. He put you down on his bed and broke the kiss finally, locking eyes with yours.

His eyes were cloudy and full of lust as he stared into yours for what felt like forever. You grabbed his face, then leaned into him for another kiss. It was slower and more passionate this time. He then pulled away a second time to pull off his shirt, leaving his torso completely bare. His pants hung low on his waist and you could see a very thick bulge on his crotch, your mouth watering at the sight.

He walked closer to you, pushing you onto the bed. He put a few pillows against the headboard to lay you there and went right back to kissing you all over. You grabbed his biceps pulling him closer, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible. "Please hyunjin, need you", you whined while pouting against his mouth. "Beg properly" he said in a stern voice and a piercing gaze, making you shiver.

"please daddy!" You whimpered, burying your face into his shoulder. He chuckled, "please what, doll?",

"t-touch me plea— AHH!" he cut you off by manhandling you to lay on your stomach. He pulled you up by your waist so you were on your knees. "Just where do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?",

"just touch me, please daddy— nghh!", he cut you off by pressing his naked chest to your back, grinding his cock into your pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck, yeah! Mmh, right there daddy— hah!", You managed to muffle out with your face mushed into the pillow. He stopped grinding only to remove your shorts and underwear along with his boxers. He found your wet slit gushing with arousal, turning him on to the max. Hyunjin put two fingers on your slit, then dragged them up slowly gathering up your arousal and spreading it on your clit. He then took his fingers and put them into his mouth, moaning contently at your taste. He then grabbed, smacked and played with your ass cheeks, even spreading some of your arousal on it.

You wiggled your hips, desperate for some attention. "D-daddy... Need you..." You mumbled into the pillow, making him smirk in amusement. "Yeah? Aw, my needy baby", he kissed your back as he softly caressed your ass. He aligned his cock with your entrance, spreading your arousal around with his tip. You hummed in response, satisfied to finally get what you want.

He starts off slow, keeping a normal pace while he kissed your neck and shoulders, letting a few soft moans escape. He started getting faster and rougher as he started to get more desperate, clawing at your hips, pulling your hair to turn you around just to sloppily make out with you. His moans started turning into deep grunts, as he relentlessly pounded into your tight hole. You were clenching him impossibly tight which just made him go even rougher. You were practically screaming at that point, already having orgasmed once but hyunjin didn't seem to notice.

He was way too busy chasing his own release. "PLEASE! DADDY, TOO MUCH— NGH!", "you're gonna take— what I fucking give you, doll" he said in between huffs, grabbing your hips to stabilize you because your legs practically gave up. He turned you around so you were laying on your back, only having pulled out for a brief second. As quickly as he pulled out, he slammed back in mercilessly, grabbing one of your legs to put it on his shoulder for a better angle. And fuck, did this feel better than before. His new angle making sure he hits that sweet spot inside you everytime.

You came to your third orgasm that night, hyunjin cumming shortly after. He pulled out and fell right next to you on bed, aggressively huffing. "That was fucking amazing", he said as he finally caught his breath. "Yeah.." you said, coming down from your high. You got up to grab your clothes, but hyunjin grabbed your forearm and pulled you in a loving embrace. "Stay the night" he mumbled softly into your hair, not wanting you to leave his presence just yet. He never wanted you to leave his presence, to be quite frank. You were about to protest when he pulled you in tighter and mumbled a soft please into your hair.

You sighed, giving up because you knew you couldn't win against him. Not when he had you wrapped around his finger. You leaned into his embrace, nuzzling your face into his chest and drifting off to sleep. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, he mumbled a soft "i love you", into your hair thinking you were asleep. Your eyes shot open but you still pretended to be asleep. "I can't fucking live without you y/n, I want you to be mine and it's so frustrating to see you so distant from me... Almost as if you're only in it to fuck." He said the last part in a soft whisper, but you still heard him. Clearly at that.

"hyunjin.. I love you too", you said in a hoarse voice and hyunjin jolted away from you at that. "You were awake?!" He nearly yelled, making you erupt into a fit of laughter. "Wait, say that again.. you love me?", He said, still very shocked and maybe a little very embarrassed. "Well.. you make it hard for me not to fall for you, hyunjin", you said as you stroked his cheek, locking eyes with him. He pulled you in for another tight hug, burying his face into your hair in embarrassment. But you still felt him smiling.

"Let's talk about this in the morning, pretty" he muttered softly, stroking your back. You hummed in response as sleep slowly took over fhe both of you.

A/N: whew, finally done with this one. Thank you dear anon, I had a lot of fun writing this as my first request! I hope I did your idea justice 🤞

please reblog if you enjoyed reading this <33 feedback is much appreciated!

Do not repost, plagiarize or translate my works on other sites. ©lxverss 2023 all rights reserved.

[mykoreanlove]

if you do smut, can you please do a dom taemin story? i don't really care what the plot is, i just rarely ever see dom taem on here. if not, then a cute fluff would be alright too, i just want some taemin things~ thank you!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

You paced through your apartment, annoyed because you still haven’t figured out what to wear tonight.

It was almost eight and Taemin would be here any minute.

You grabbed a floral dress and held it in front of you as you gazed at your reflection in the mirror.

Do I want to look cute?

You shook your head and grabbed the next piece of clothing - a leather jumpsuit that even catwoman would be jealous of.

Do I want to look sexy?

You put down the clothes and sighed. You didn’t date for too long and you wanted to take it slow - you knew you had to - but Taemin made it so hard for you.

One look at his face and you were ready to jump his bones. You visited him in the studio once and had to get yourself off in the company toilet right after. He was melting your insides, he was toying with you without even realizing.

You had no idea if he felt the same for you - after all he was always acting funny and cute so you stuck to your decision: you had to take it slow.

The bell rang shortly after. You opened the door and looked into Taemin‘s shiny eyes, already melting.

„Hey y/n“, he looked you up and down, fighting his smirk. „Nice dress.“

The two of you talked for a while. Sat on your couch you flirted, laughed and shared some secrets but you still kept some distance to him.

„How do you like my shirt?“, he asked out of the blue.

His shirt? It was white with blue stripes at the sleeves. There was a red monster printed on it with some letters above.

„Hurt lover?“, you mumbled confused.

Taemin nodded and moved closer to you. He looked at you with longing, with a desire for more.

„You‘re keeping me at a distance love. I’m a hurt lover because of you.“

As the realization had hit you, you climbed on his lap and sat on him, attacking him with endless kisses.

God, finally.

You masturbated so many times to this imaginary scenario - but now it was real.

He was sitting underneath you, hard as a rock. His lips, plush and soft, on yours while his tongue was gliding softly in your mouth. You felt hot. Heat rose all through your body.

Can butterflies survive in such heat? Because you were feeling far from innocent now.

You started grinding your hips while pulling on his long, dark hair. Taemin moaned into your mouth, not breaking the kiss once. His hands discovered your body, caressing your backside firmly.

After minutes he broke the kiss and let his head fall back. Veins popped out on his neck. Only now did you realize how fast his heart was beating.

„Y/N“, he huffed out, „I am dizzy.“

You shot up alarmed, taking his head into your hands. Taemin placed his big hands on yours and smiled: „We‘ve only kissed so far and I’m already on the verge of passing out. What are you doing to me?“

Relief cursed through you - he was okay. In fact, he was more than okay and that made the butterflies in your stomach go wild again.

„I’m sorry“, you mumbled.

Confusion was plastered on his face. „What are you sorry for?“

You fumbled with his shirt.

„It’s just… I find it so hard to hold myself back when I’m around you.“

You looked down, this was embarrassing.

„Then don’t.“

You looked up at him.

„I know I seem all cutesy and stuff but I’m way more than that, y/n. I don’t want to be your friend after all. I want to be yours.“

He looked at you with big eyes, vulnerability shining through them. You wondered how he would look at you doing other stuff.

„Can I touch you?“

You gasped.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

You nodded.

Taemin kissed you again while his hands wandered over your body. He stopped at your boobs and squeezed them. Even though you were wearing clothes you could have sworn your skin was burning from his touch.

He continued exploring and stopped again, squeezing your booty now. He groaned into your mouth.

Oh god, I’m not going to survive this.

You felt your pussy clench, you needed him so bad.

His hands kept wandering, going right under the hem of your dress. He felt the heat that was radiating off you, approaching your core slowly.

You felt his index finger gliding over your thong.

Taemin‘s lips left yours. He was resting in the crook of your neck, restraining himself now.

„Can I?“

You nodded.

„Use me. Please.“

He didn’t hesitate and slid your thong to the side. You heard him suck in his breath as he collected all of your wetness. His index finger circled around your pulsating clit.

You were desperate for him. Every touch of his set you on fire. You needed more.

He knew exactly what you were thinking and proceeded to use his index finger on your entrance now. Slowly, he pushed it in and out of you. This felt good but you needed more.

„Taemin.“

He looked at you, curiosity and bewilderment in his gaze.

„Need more.“

He smirked at you while adding another finger. This was it - your head fell back as you surrendered to this moment.

Taemin watched you closely. Your boobs bouncing from breathing heavily, your eyes shut from pleasure and your whole body turning towards him, waiting to be devoured.

You felt him curve his fingers inside you and hit the right spot, quicker and more forceful each time.

Moans were escaping your lips. You had no idea he watched you this intensely, as you were too far gone.

The fire in you was taking over. You felt the heat in your core, it was washing all over you.

Taemin‘s other hand stabilized your back as you forcefully came all over him.

Fuck taking things slow.

He pulled you to him, both of your foreheads resting against each other. Your breathing normalized again, but you were too spent to talk. Taemin‘s hand came up between the two of you, his fingers glistening from your juices.

His eyes lit up even more. Seeing you like that was such a turn on but actually making you melt on his fingers? Heavenly.

He brushed your lips with his fingers, smearing all of you on your lips.

„Taste“, he commanded.

You watched him obediently as you licked your lips.

„Like it?“

You nodded, a bit ashamed but also turned on by that.

„That‘s what you get for not holding back, love.“

Hope u liked it. 💕

[murdrdocs]

thinking about kook!pope heyward…. he’s still the smartest one around, except he’s more laid back, more confident, more sure of himself. the world spins around him.

so why is it that you—new transfer student from the cut, a lowly pogue— are suddenly scoring higher than him? school operates on the bell curve—there’s only one high score. so who do you think you are, taking his place, acting like you don’t know you’re taking whats rightfully his?

then imagine him seeing you at a party and lil idea blooming in his head……… maybe if he keeps you distracted, you won’t have as much time to study for future tests.

………the next morning, you have to spend half an hour to cover up the hickeys he left on your neck.

- 🍒

they're 18 in my mind; manipulation; fingering mention MDNI 18+ w/ KOOK! POPE HEYWARD

it sucks because you know what he's doing. it might not be explicitly, you don't think sweet and kind pope heyward is trying to manipulate you out of your class ranking, but he's distracting you. you can't keep sneaking out to go to his house on figure eight, ignoring the remnants of studying you should be doing to let him lay you back on his bed.

you try to let him down easy, your hands on his shoulders as you hover over his lap. you're in his car, not quite yet heading towards his house but you knew that right after he snuck his fingers between your thighs and made you cum, he would drive you back to his house and seal the deal. you couldn't let that happen, so you stopped him, ignoring the way your heart thumped in your throat while you looked down at him.

"what's up?" he asked you, head tilted to the side, eyes low as he waited for you. he wasn't patient, you could tell by the way his fingers were thumping against your ass.

"i um ..." you took a second, "i can't go out with you anymore." going out? is that what the two of you were doing? ever since the two of you hooked up at that party right after winter break, you hadn't really done much going out. you'd been staying in, actually.

when pope asks you "why not" you think he sounds actually upset. his hands rub over your ass and along your lower back. you don't know if he can tell that your resolve is weakening, but you attempt to hold your own.

you clear your throat. "my grades are starting to slip and i need to stay valedictorian so i can guarantee a scholarship."

pope pouts, almost mockingly. he doesn't have to worry about money, he wouldn't get it. you're about to tell him as such, but then he speaks instead.

"you can fit me in your busy schedule, can't you? we can have study dates, i can read your flashcards for you. reward you every time you get one right. that sounds fun, right?"

pope's hands grip your waist and he pulls you down, grinding up into you at the same time. you make a sound deep in your throat. it gets stuck when you clamp your lips together, but there's no point, pope's already heard it.

he knows he's got you right where he wants you. before you even agree, he knows you will. he's already kissing your neck and jaw, slipping his hands under your sweatshirt and up your back.

"you'll stay with me, won't you?" he asks as he leads his kisses up to your lips. when you agree, slightly reluctantly, pope smiles and kisses you, changing the path of his hands down to the crotch of your shorts.

just a few more weeks of this.

[blueicequeen19]

Rafe’s Slut: Killer Tendencies

Warnings: d3ath/murd3r, attempted assault, loss of V, mentions of blood 🩸🫣

You watch as Rafe disappears in the pool house despite a pool party being in full swing. Unease fills your stomach. Was he meeting someone else? After everything? Had he grown tired of the games? Did you no longer mean anything to him?

While insecure thoughts plague your mind, you don't realize how you've crossed the yard and stopped in front of the pool house. The door appears to be shut but there's a tiny gap where the latch didn't catch so you gently push it open, afraid of what you might find.

There's silence. Agonizing silence as you slip inside and shut the door completely, noting that he'd attempted to lock it but failed to get it shut all the way.

Rafe didn't want anyone coming in behind him.

The realization has your breath coming in pants, nearly hyperventilating. You weren't above begging. You could be what Rafe wanted. What he needed. You'd played this torturous game for months now. Surely the promise of the prize was enough to keep him interested. It's not that you hadn't been willing. It's that he kept resisting. Like a predator playing with it's food before consuming it whole.

You gasp when you hear a pained groan followed by a grunt at the back of the hallway. You creep closer, hearing Rafe's voice just as you reach the closed door at the end of the hallway.

"You thought you could look at what's mine? Try to take what's mine?" There's a loud thump, followed by a groan. Your eyes widen when you realize Rafe is.. hitting someone. There's a pained cry after another blow is delivered to the person.

"You tried to drug her drink. I saw you." Rafe's snarl has you shuddering in place, your heart hammering in your chest. Anyone else might be mortified that Rafe was beating someone and run to call the police. Not you. It sent shots of pure fire straight to your core.

You felt honored.

Treasured.

Rafe was defending you.

"P-p-please, I-I-I--," Your spine stiffens from hearing that familiar voice. It was your ex. He'd tried to drug you at Rafe's own party and Rafe had caught him.

"Shut your fucking mouth. If you're going to beg, then beg me to make it quick." You lean against the door, listening as Rafe hits him over and over again until it starts to sound like pounded meat. Flesh against flesh until the sounds are almost sickening. Alarm bells ring in your head. Rafe was going to kill him! You don't realize the sounds have stopped until the door suddenly opens and you fall into Rafe's arms.

"Y/N, what are you--." Rafe's cut off when you pull back to smash your lips against his. He groans against your lips, hauling you up his body while covered in the blood of your ex.

“Did you kill him?” You pant against his lips, tasting the blood of another man where it’s splattered all over Rafe’s face.

“Yes.” Rafe snarls, his eyes darkening as he tightens his hold around you.

“Good.” Something inside Rafe snaps at your words and he’s suddenly got your back against the hallway wall, grinding his erection against your bare pussy as he devours your mouth.

There’s not a second’s hesitation before he’s thrusting inside you, tearing away your virginity with one brutal thrust. You scream against his lips, your arms tight around his neck as he starts to bounce you on his dick.

“Oh god, Rafe. It hurts.” You whimper, burying your face in his neck. Rafe growls, pressing your body harder against the wall as he hammers into you.

“You can take it. Take me, baby.” You blink back tears, not wanting to disappoint him as you start to move in sync with him. One hand firmly grips your ass with one hand as the other finds your clit.

“That’s it. Cum for me. Cream all over me. Your little pussy is so wet and tight. All for me.” You cry out against Rafe’s lips, your body exploding in a way you’d never felt before. Your pussy clenched around him so tightly, threatening to push him out even as he hammers inside you. You feel the sudden wetness between your legs before your body goes limp against his, a wave of emotion suddenly hitting you.

“You’re mine and I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to pump you so full that you’ll feel me running down your legs then you’ll beg me for more.” Rafe growls as you peer over his shoulder at the body on the floor in the other room, your back roughly meeting the wall over and over again. Rafe must sense your tension because he fists your hair, bringing your head back so you’re forced to look into his eyes.

“Focus on me.”

“W-we have to get rid of the body.” You sob, your body tightening again as you approach another climax. Rafe growls before lowering you to your feet and spinning you so your front is against the wall. You open your mouth in surprise until he pulls your hips back, quickly filling you again.

“Rafe—.” You moan, his hand finding your throat and holding you tightly to his chest as his hips slam against your ass.

“You let me worry about him. Right now, I just want you to focus on how good my cock feels inside this tight little body and how you’re going to let me do whatever I want with you from now on.” Rafe growls in your ear, his hand cutting off your air supply as your eyes roll back and you cum harder than before, an obscene amount of fluid gushing between your legs. Rafe curses in your ear just as everything starts to go black until he releases his hold and you slump against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

You swallow the lump in your throat, your legs threatening to give out as as his movements grow quick and sloppy until he finally stills, his massive cock pulsing inside you as he releases thick ropes of semen as his body pins you to the wall. His heavy breathing fans across your neck as he leaves feather like kisses, his cock still buried so deep it hurts.

“Rafe.” You whisper, feeling his hand slide up your body to grasp your throat again.

“Go upstairs and wait for me. Don’t clean up. I want to see the mess I’ve made then I’m going to fuck you again. I bet I’ve got your sweet virgin blood all over my dick.” Rafe kisses your cheek before using his hold on your throat to turn your head, capturing your mouth in a toe curling kiss. Your head was spinning. You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”

[mariposa-writes]

The Assistant - Travis Kelce Pt 1.

Travis Kelce x Reader

Summary: Your Travis assistant.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: New series alert! Can't wait to see where this story takes me. Also feel free to request stories and I'll try to write them as soon as possible.

"He is not going to fire you." Your best friend Megan replied.

"Yes he is, how am I going to be his full time assistant when I need assistance myself." You'd just gotten some of the worse news of your life. You'd torn your ACL and meniscus, while snowboarding with your friends.

"Y/n I'm pretty sure it's against the law." Megan replied.

"Maybe, but we don't even have a contract. So he could prob get away with it." You wanted to cry. "I have to call him or something. He's expecting me back at work in two days."

You had ended your vacation 1 week earlier than planned. Your friends were currently in Colorado, enjoying the last few days of winter up there. Soon there wouldn't be enough snow and the ski resorts would be closing.

You were originally from Colorado, but moved to Kansas the year after you graduated high school. You'd been living in Kansas City, for the past 7 years and had been working as Travis's assistant for the past year and a half.

"Babes, we're almost at the slopes so I'm gonna have to let you go." Megan said.

"Alright, talk later." you replied before hanging up.

You knew you couldn't avoid Travis anymore, you'd been hiding in your house all week. Dreading the conversation you'd have to have with him. Maybe you could just keep walking on your leg, until the beginning the next off season. Yea, not possible considering your knee was only getting worse as time continued.

There was only about a week left before practices start back up and it was back to the everyday grind. Travis had agreed to let you take a week and a half off to go snowboarding in Colorado, since ski season had lasted a whole month longer than normal.

You got out of bed and decided to get dressed to head over to Travis's. You figured the best way to break the new would be in person. You slowly walked down the stairs and to your car, your knee only giving out twice on the way down. Luckily both times you were holding onto the railing.

You were doing a front flip while snowboarding, when you hurt it. After not sticking your landing you laid in the snow knowing something was wrong.

You were always pretty in tuned with your body, always knowing when you were sick or something was actually wrong. Like when you broke your wrist at 11 years old and knew it wasn't just a sprain. You could always tell when an ear infection was coming on as a kid. You knew when you needed to go to the doctor and when you could wait it out.

This was one of those times where you knew something was wrong. Your knee felt different and it wasn't like you just landed wrong and it would feel better in a few days. You could tell this was more serious.

You waited a few days to go to the doctor even though you knew something was wrong. As a kid your mom always told you that if she took you too the doctor and nothing was wrong you were gonna have to pay the medical bill, so you learned to just wait most things out.

Now as a result of that you hated going to the doctor.

After being home for two days and no improvement on your knee, you knew you had to go.

That's when they broke the news to you and told you what was wrong.

Now you were sitting in Travis's driveway working up the courage to tell him what had happened. After a few more minutes you walked up to his front door and rang the bell.

You could hear Travis barreling down the stairs, as you waited patiently at the door. "Y/n?" He tilted his head, clearly confused as to why you were here. "What are you doing here? You still have two days left of vacation."

"Um, can we go inside and talk?" You asked nervously.

Travis nodded slowly, "Yea, let's go to the living room." He moved out of the door, letting you in. You headed for the living room with him trailing behind.

Travis could swear he felt the nervousness radiating off of you. Which was also making him nervous.

You headed towards the living room, Travis trailing closely behind you. You'd almost made it all the way when your knee ended up giving out on you.

Travis quickly grabbed your hip, keeping you from falling while you planted a hand on the wall. You don't know how his reaction time was so fast, but you supposed that's why he's in the NFL.

You waited for a few seconds making sure your knee was okay, before walking the rest of the way to the couch. Travis kept his hand on your back worried you'd almost fall again.

"Sorry," you pointed the the spot where you almost fell. "About that back there." You clarified.

"Y/n, what's going on?" He asked sitting down in the chair across from his couch.

"I-um" you wiped your sweaty palms on your sweats, trying to calm down. Travis didn't rush you, he just waited patiently. You took a deep breath, "I tore my ACL and meniscus." You blurted out, just wanting to get it over with.

"How?" Was his first question

"Snowboarding, Front flip." you added at the end.

"Who's taking you to the surgery?" Travis knew a lot about torn ACLs considering it was a pretty common injury in the sports world.

"I'm not sure, I'll probably drive myself there and Uber home."

"You don't have any family to take you?"

"No."

"Friends?"

"Nope." You replied popping the P. You and Travis weren't really friends. You guys didn't talk about your personal lives, well you knew about his but you kept yours pretty private plus he never asked.

It made since that he didn't know you were pretty much alone here. You'd never told him anything about your past, considering you moved here to get away from it.

"I thought you were going snowboarding with friends, they can't take you?"

"They live in Colorado, I was visiting them."

"Oh," Was all he said for a while. The silence in the room, was loud in your ears. Thankfully Travis interrupted it, "I'll take you to your surgery."

Your eyes widened. "What? Why?"

"Well you just said you don't have anyone to take you."

"You'll have practice." You argued.

"Practice doesn't start for another week and a half."

"It's 3 weeks away."

"3 weeks?" You nodded. "Who's your doctor?"

"I don't know. I just met the guy, forgot his name." Travis got up and called someone on his phone, "What are you doing?" You asked, but he just held his finger up telling you to be quiet.

You rolled your eyes, while he walked into another room. You sat on the couch waiting patiently until he came back, finally after 10 minutes or so he was back.

"You have an appointment tomorrow, with my doctor. He's going to get some scans done and confirm what you already know, then he's going to fit you in for surgery within the week."

"I can't afford your doctor!" You said throwing my arms in the air, since you didn't really want to stand to argue with him.

"Don't worry about the cost." He said walking away from me. You pushed off the couch and followed him.

"Travis, I can't keep up slow down." You yelled trying to walk as quick as possible without causing my knee to buckle.

He was waiting at the front door, "Go home, Y/n"

"We aren't done talking about this. Cancel that appointment tomorrow." You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed out some air.

"Yes we are." He said, basically pushing you to your car. He opened the door for you and you climbed in. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 10." He said, before shutting your door and walking into his house.

[utilitycaster]

I listened to the WBN Fireside on my way to work and there were two things Brennan said, one of which stood out to me as something I really agree with and one of which I really disagree with so I figured I'd make this post (the disagreement one) first and then the agreement one.

The latest episode of WBN had a scene that the characters were not present for nor viewing in any way. It was recorded without their knowledge, though they did listen to it when the episode came out, and on the Fireside Brennan said that such scenes should be used quite sparingly, given the nature of actual play, but (and I apologize, I haven't relistened and the transcripts aren't out) because the antagonists aren't present where the PCs are, it's useful at times to have a scene to keep them in the narrative for the audience.

I firmly disagree. I think that while it's true that actual play has a limited POV (if the characters don't see it, you don't see it), I have, in a lot of actual play fandom, never once seen a situation when it added to the story. Granted, WBN is ongoing, so I may eat my words here, but I am doubtful for a number of reasons.

Speaking as one small fraction of the audience, I am in possession of narrative object permanence. I do not in fact assume that when the PCs are in one part of the world, the rest of it grinds to a halt. In fact, something that skilled GMs do (including, frankly, Brennan himself most of the time) is quietly advance the plans of people who are offscreen. This is also not abnormal for the genre. Lord of the Rings has multiple POVs at different times, but never that of an antagonist; we learn of this through rumors, espionage, and Gandalf's retellings. Sprawling epics like A Song of Ice and Fire or the Stormlight Archives or the Wheel of Time make use of a wide range of third person limited viewpoints as well, not all aligned, but we don't see every move by every faction (and frankly, as a fan of that kind of book...I still think most of them could leave a bit more on the cutting room floor). Limited third person POV is not a weakness of Actual Play; I'd argue it is both a strength and a requirement. The story is driven by the player characters, and they cannot act on something they do not see.*

I'd also add that in this very specific situation, the audience saw the subject of the cutscene, The Man in Black, literally three episodes ago, which was a day ago in-game. He was brought up extensively in the discussion two episodes ago. If someone forgot? That's on them. We have not gone months and months without him making an appearance. I do think it's possible for villains to be poorly developed because they do not cross the paths of the characters enough (this is, as many of the people reading this likely know, a blog that loves to dunk on the cardboard-like nature of Otohan Thull's virtually nonexistent personality and motivations) but The Man in Black is sufficiently a banger of an antagonist as to not be so easily forgotten.

Finally, and this might just be me, but because I know how Actual Play and D&D work, I must admit the second I realized this was a no-PC cut scene I found it pretty hard to pay attention. In fact, it did the opposite of what was intended. Instead of eagerly awaiting news of how The Man in Black was waging war, filtered through whatever information Suvi, Eursulon, and Ame could obtain, I was zoning out while he talked. I think part of why I like Actual Play is that it usually leaves me, even with 4 hour episodes, wanting more. Cut scenes leave me wishing the cut scene hadn't happened.

*brief tangent: this doesn't, in my opinion, apply to the scenes in Downfall that the viewer sees but which weren't captured in the Occultus Thalamus. The story of Downfall is ultimately a story about the gods - they are the PCs - and the dramatic irony enhances the story-within-a-story aspect. It's important to the audience understanding of the gods to see the whole thing, and it's a valid choice that Bells Hells only see what occurred while the avatars were physically in Aeor. It does, however, apply to contemporaneous happenings in Worlds Beyond Number.

**This also doesn't apply to long DM monologues in the presence of players. The C3 solstice scene has been compared to a cut scene, but actually it's important that Bells Hells sees it. If one of the Wizard, Witch, or Wild One had managed to find a way to, even at a low level, scry or similarly learn of the Man in Black's doings? I wouldn't have minded it. I adore the Hakea vision scene. It's specifically that I'm in fact here to see what the characters see.

[b1tchyboyxd]

★Barista reader x Yandere stalker reader

This shit contains : Smut, Dead Dove, Non-con, Stalking, Dacryphilia And other things...

Requested by: ⚰️ Annon

(Sorry for the delay, I was having writer's block and rewrote Esso about 7 times lol. But I liked how it turned out and I hope you do too, xoxo ;3)

-Kenji locks eyes with the barista, a sinister smile on his face. "You didn't think I walked you home just out of the kindness of my heart, did you?"

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The sun shined its warm rays upon the quaint little storefront of "The Daily Grind," a modest coffee shop tucked away in the middle of the bustling city.

The bell chimed as the door opened, and Kenji Ichinose, a tall and lean young man with long black hair and piercing Grey eyes, slipped inside.

He stood just behind the line, scanning the bustling atmosphere with a smile on his face. There was Someone he was looking for, the man was working diligently behind the counter, his slender fingers deftly crafting a latte.

Kenji's eyes were glued to the way his hands moved, the way his muscles flexed as he squeezed the steam from the milk.

He let out a soft sigh, his heart racing in his chest. He knew he had to have him.

Kenji stood silently in line, his eyes fixated on the barista behind the counter.

He watched intently as the man’s nimble fingers worked the coffee machine, crafting the perfect cup of espresso.

Kenji’s heart raced as he took in the sight of his slender frame and the way his muscles flexed as he moved. The line moved forward, and Kenji took a step closer to the counter.

His eyes never left the man behind it, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself. He had to have him. The barista’s eyes met Kenji’s for a moment, and their gazes locked.

"Hi Kenji." The man gave him a warm smile.

Kenji felt butterflies flutter in his stomach as the barista greeted him by name.

"Hey." he responded with a casual tone, trying to act coy. "Busy day, huh?"

"Yeah, it's been nonstop since this morning." the barista replied, still busy working on the espresso.

He took a moment to glance up at Kenji, his eyes catching his gaze. Kenji couldn’t help but feel a sudden pang of possessiveness. He wanted him all to himself.

"I don't know how you do it." Kenji replied, leaning on the counter a bit. He couldn't keep his eyes off the barista.

The barista chuckled "It's just another day in the coffee world."Kenji watched as the barista poured the espresso into a cup and added a splash of steamed milk.

The way he moved was so smooth and confident, it made Kenji's heartbeat faster.

"You make it look so easy." Kenji said, a hint of awe in his voice. He watched as the barista added a sprinkle of cocoa powder to the top of the coffee. It looked perfect.

Kenji's hands longed to reach out and touch him, to feel his skin.

"Years of practice." the man replied with a smile, sliding the cup over to Kenji.

"There you go, your usual espresso."

Kenji took the cup, letting his fingers brush against the barista’s lightly. It was brief, but the touch sent sparks through his body. He brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, the rich flavor of the espresso filling his mouth.

"Thanks." he said, his voice coming out softer than he intended. He couldn’t take his eyes off the barista.

The barista smiled at him, noticing the slight change in his tone.

"You’re welcome." Kenji took another sip, trying to hide his feelings for the man in front of him. It was hard when all he wanted to do was grab him and never let go.

He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have the barista all to himself. To have his undivided attention and affection.

Kenji took a seat at a table near the counter, sipping his espresso as he watched the barista work.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy every time another customer came up to the counter and spoke to the barista.

Kenji watched as the barista smiled at the other customers, making casual conversation. He could feel his heart clenching with each word he said to someone else.

He wanted desperately to be the only one the barista talked to, to be the only one who had his attention. He sipped his espresso, trying to act nonchalant, but inside he was bristling with possessiveness.

The barista continued to work, moving around the counter with agility and grace. His slender fingers twisted the lid off of a new milk carton, and Kenji couldn’t help but watch every little movement he made. Kenji’s mind was swirling with thoughts of how he could get the barista to himself. He knew it would be risky, but he was desperate.

Every time the barista looked up and their eyes met, it sent a shiver down Kenji’s spine.

It was as if the barista was aware of his intense gaze, and he would give him a small smile each time. Kenji couldn’t shake the feeling that the barista was taunting him, testing his patience.

It made him even more determined to make him his.

The afternoon crowd grew, and the coffee shop became more crowded.

Kenji watched from his table as people came and went, each one taking up the barista’s attention. He clenched his jaw, feeling a pang of jealousy each time the barista smiled or joked with a new customer.

He couldn’t bear the sight of him engaging with others.

As the day wore on, Kenji grew more and more frustrated. He finished his espresso and stared down at the empty cup, contemplating his next move.

He wanted the barista, and he wasn’t going to stand by and watch him flirt with every customer that walked through the door. It was time to take action.

As the sun began to set and the coffee shop started to empty out, Kenji saw his chance. The barista was wiping down the counter, cleaning up the remnants of the day.

Kenji got up from his table and walked up to the counter, his heart racing in his chest. He had no idea what he was going to say, but he knew he had to make his move now.

"Hey." Kenji said, trying to sound casual as he leaned on the counter. The barista looked up at him, a small smile on his face.

"Hey there. I see you're still here." the barista said, resuming his cleaning.

"Yeah, I guess I lost track of time." Kenji lied, watching the barista’s every move. He couldn’t help but notice the way the barista’s muscles flexed as he moved his arms, the way his shirt hugged his chest. He longed to touch him, to feel his skin.

The barista chuckled.

"It happens. Time tends to slip away when you’re lost in thought." Kenji nodded, his eyes fixated on the barista’s lips.

He realized how close they were standing, and suddenly his heart was racing even faster.

He was so close he could count every freckle on the barista’s face. He wondered if they tasted as sweet as he imagined.

He fought the overwhelming urge to lean over the counter and find out. Kenji felt his hands shaking as he tried to find the right words to say.

Kenji glanced outside and saw that the sun had set, casting a warm glow over the city streets. He turned back to the barista, who was still cleaning up.

"It’s getting late." he said. "Isn’t your shift almost over?"

The barista looked up at him, a weary smile on his face. "Yeah, I guess it is. But I still have some closing duties to take care of."

"I can stick around and help you." Kenji offered, trying to hide his ulterior motives. He was looking for any excuse to spend more time alone with the barista.

The barista looked surprised, but grateful. "Are you sure? You don’t have to do that."

"I don’t mind." Kenji insisted, walking over to the other side of the counter. He began to help the barista with the closing tasks, wiping down tables and organizing the pastry display.

As they worked, the barista let out a yawn, signaling his exhaustion. Kenji noticed this and couldn’t help but smile to himself. Perfect.

"You seem tired." he said, feigning concern.

The barista nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, it’s been a long day. I’m ready to go home and pass out on the couch.

"Why don’t I drive you home?" Kenji suggested, trying to sound casual. He already had a plan formulating in his mind, a sinister idea that made his heart race with excitement.

The barista looked at him appreciatively. "It is not necessary, I don’t want to inconvenience you."

"It’s no trouble at all." Kenji insisted, gesturing towards the door. "Come on, let me drive you home." He wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by.

“Please.” he said, his voice low and persuasive.

“Let me walk you home. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to you on the way.” Your resistance faded at his words, your exhaustion winning out over your sense of politeness.

You sighed, your shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Alright.” you said, a note of resignation in your voice. “If you’re really sure it’s no trouble…”

A wave of exhilaration washed over him.He had done it. Kenji's smile turned into a smirk as he casually slipped his arm around you, guiding you out of the now-dark cafe.

The barista felt a shiver go down his spine as Kenji’s arm slipped around his shoulder, but he was too tired to protest. Kenji guided him out of the café, his arm firm around his shoulder. The night air was cool on his face, and the street lamps cast a soft glow over the sidewalk.

He could feel Kenji’s body pressed up against his, the warmth from his touch spreading through him. The barista realized how close together they were walking, and how easy it would be for Kenji to pull him aside into a dark alley. He pushed the thought out of his mind, trying to focus on the rhythm of their footsteps on the pavement.

Despite his exhaustion, the barista couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. There was an underlying tension in Kenji’s touch, a possessiveness that made him uneasy. As they walked, Kenji kept his arm wrapped firmly around the barista’s shoulder, his fingers digging in slightly. The barista tried to brush it off, telling himself he was imagining things.

They walked in silence for a few more minutes, the only sound coming from the occasional car that passed them on the street. The barista kept stealing glances at Kenji, trying to decipher his expression in the dim light. But his face was unreadable, a carefully crafted mask that revealed nothing.

A sense of unease began to settle in the pit of the barista’s stomach. The darkness of the street, Kenji’s grip on his shoulder, the lack of people around… it all began to feel strange. He tried to shake off the feeling, telling himself that he was just tired and paranoid.

Kenji could feel the barista’s discomfort growing, but he didn’t care. He was enjoying the control he had over him, the way he could steer him where he wanted without him even noticing.

"My house is right there." The barista says after they walk for a few more minutes stopping near a small house on a dark street.

Kenji nods, his grip on the barista's shoulder growing tighter. "Alright, we're here then." He glances at the house, taking in the dark surroundings. Perfect. No one would see what he had planned.

"Do you want to come in for a bit? I can make us some tea." The barista says as they walk to the door.

Kenji’s heart races at the invitation, but he keeps his cool. "Sure, that would be nice." he says, trying to sound casual. He follows the barista into the house, his mind already scheming.

The barista turns on the lights, illuminating the living room. It’s a small space, but cozy and homely.

"Please, have a seat." the barista says, gesturing to the couch. "I’ll go make the tea."

Kenji sits down on the couch, letting his eyes wander around the room. He notices the lack of security measures - no cameras, no alarms, no dogs. This would be so much easier than he thought.

The barista disappears into the kitchen, the sound of water running and pots clattering coming from the other room. Kenji leans back against the couch, his mind spinning with dark thoughts. It's all coming together.

After a few minutes, the barista emerges from the kitchen with two steaming mugs of tea. He hands one to Kenji and takes a seat in an armchair across from the couch.

"There you go." he says, taking a sip from his own mug. "I hope you like it."

Kenji takes the mug, pretending to take a sip. He had no intention of drinking it. He keeps his gaze fixed on the barista, studying his every move. He looks so relaxed, so unaware. This is going to be almost too easy.

The barista takes another sip of tea, relaxing back against the armchair. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?" he says, letting out a sigh. "I can't wait to get some sleep."

Kenji nods in agreement, keeping up the facade of normalcy. "Yeah, it was definitely a busy one."

he replies, setting his mug down on the coffee table. He can't help but notice how tired the barista looks, how his eyelids are drooping slightly.

The barista yawns, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. "I think I'm going to head to bed soon. I'm absolutely exhausted."

He gets up from the armchair, setting his empty mug on the table. "Thanks for walking me home, by the way. I appreciate it."

"It was no trouble." Kenji says, standing up as well. The moment he’d been waiting for. He steps forward, closing the distance between them. The barista looks up at him, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

"Wha-" the barista begins, but Kenji cuts him off by wrapping his arm around his waist, pulling him close in one swift movement.

The barista lets out a gasp of surprise, his body tensing against Kenji's grip. "W-what are you doing?" he stutters, his heart rate suddenly skyrocketing.

Kenji locks eyes with the barista, a sinister smile on his face. "You didn't think I walked you home just out of the kindness of my heart, did you?"

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(I'm too lazy to do the rest so tomorrow or the day after I'll post part two :P)