#and when B has come. they make sure to keep pushing gently inside making the other take every single drop.

[sukugo]

ive never really been into breeding but i think i get it i get it now 🤔

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧Summary~Your bestfriends let your curiosity get the better of you.

✧Warnings~ A/B/O elements(retractable penis, knots, and bioluminescence cum(is that an a/b/o element?)), oral (m receiving), threesome(mfm), dirty talk, human reader, size difference, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy love<33

✧Translations- Yawntutsip~darling, little loved one,

“You what?” Lo’ak asked with his brow raised, both brothers stopping in their tracks.

“I wanna see what you guys look like under your loincloths, I’ve heard other scientists talk about Navi anatomy but I wanna see one for myself.” You state plainly, both of them staring down at you with their brows raised and jaws slightly dropped.

Neteyam is the first to break the silence, walking over to you and crouching down at your level. “Babygirl..are you sure?” He asks gently while placing his hand on your shoulder, his fingers almost touching the middle of your back.

You nod your head quickly, sending him a reassuring smile when you do. “Yes teyam I’ll be fine. I can handle it, I promise.” Both of them smile devilishly at this, their gaze on you turning lustful. “Nah mama, I don’t think you can” Lo’ak says gravely, making Neteyam chuckle softly.

“Can’t promise you’re gonna be able to even walk out of here once we’re done with you.” He adds on, standing up to his full height to take off his loincloth slowly. Lo’ak walking next to him to do the same.

Your stomach was filled with butterflies as they were standing in-front of you, watching the last knot on their loincloths come undone before they fall down to the ground in sync.

You stare at them confused for a second, looking back in front of you to what seemed to be a very well lubricated slit of some sorts, which you assumed is where their cocks were.

You’ve heard the other scientists mention this thing called a knot that’s on the base of male Navi’s shafts that swells the closer the he is to his climax so when he pushes it into his desired mate, she’s sure to get pregnant. But they never talked about how their cocks were when “at rest” essentially.

They both look at you with the same smirk plastered on their faces, tails swaying excitedly behind them. “Can I touch?” You ask innocently, looking up at them with curiosity in your eyes.

Lo’ak bites his lip at your expression, while neteyam places his hand on your head. Rubbing his thumb back and forth on your skull softly. “Mhm, that’s why we’re doing this in the first place right, babygirl?” He questions lowly while tilting his head to the side, braids falling in-front of his face.

You nod to acknowledge his question before reaching out to the both of them tentatively, tracing the outside of their slits with your fingertips. Making both of them flinch and buck up into your hands softly at the soft touch.

After a few more minutes you see something coming out from inside both of their slits. And immediately after that, their dicks come out in front of you. Both of them basically the size and length of your forearm, if not a little bigger.

The thought of those going inside of you makes you nervous, but the ache in your core says otherwise. Making you rub your thighs together tightly.

You still keep your hands on the base of their dicks, not fully touching them but still too busy admiring them. Lo’ak has this knot at the base of his shaft just like neteyam, both of them slightly flat but swelling the more aroused they got.

Lo’ak looked more like a human than anything, but was just blue and fucking enormous in length and girth. Neteyam on the other hand had these ridges on the sides, which looked more like the diagrams of Navi anatomy you’ve seen before.

You look up at them with doe eyes, shuffling uncomfortably before wondering what to do. They both laugh at you hesitation,“You can touch mama” lo’ak says softly, rubbing your head affectionately.

You grab both of them firmly, the slick from where they were before aiding you in stroking them fluidly. They both groan at the feeling of your soft hands wrapped around them, both of them reaching down to touch you to reassure you.

They were both twitching and leaking all into your hands, the pre that came from their tips almost looking shimmery and shiny. As if it was glowing. You swallow thickly at this, scooting closer to them to observe them more.

“You wanna taste, yawntutsip?” Neteyam says thickly,his baritone knocking you out of your trance. “Mhm” you mummer quietly before taking his tip into your mouth, whining softly at the stretch it gave you. He tasted so…sweet.

You lick and suck at his tip hungrily, addicted to the taste of him. He groans at the feeling of your mouth on hip, watching how you struggle to get just his tip into your mouth.“Fuck babygirl, that good?” He chuckles breathily before tightening his grip on your hair. Trying to resist the urge to fuck your face and use you until he’s done.

Lo’ak groans needily at the sight in front of him, closing his hand around yours to fuck into your fist the way he wanted. You take a couple more licks of neteyam before switching to lo’ak, wrapping your hand around neteyam instead.

“I didn’t forget about you baby, don’t worry.” you tease before taking his tip into your mouth, letting the taste of him just dissolve on your tongue.

He hisses at the feeling of your tongue on his sensitive tip, instinctively bucking his hips into your mouth. “Fuck mama..” he groans lowly before throwing his head back when you roll your tounge in circles around him.

He places both hands on your head before fucking your mouth softly, making you whine around him and your eyes water. While neteyam was thrusting into your fist tenderly, not wanting to harm you at all.

You tighten your hold on neteyam and suck lo’ak harder, silently telling them to use you. They both pick up on this quickly, giving you exactly what you wanted.

Your the tears finally spill over your eyes as lo’ak uses your throat, causing little whines and gags to come from you. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like this mama,” Lo’ak growls lowly as your throat squeezes him every time you gag. “Such an eager little slut for us, so perfect.” Neteyam coos at you deeply as he fucks your fist roughly. Making you moan around Lo’ak desperately.

The nosies coming from the three of you made you squeeze your thighs together tightly, being used by these two gorgeous men and their dirty words making your pussy throb.

You rub your thumb up and down neteyams tip as your moan around lo’ak again, the vibration making him moan softly.

“Must want us to cum all over that pretty face huh mama?” Lo’ak teases, cocking his head to the side as if he was waiting for you to answer. Neteyam hums in agreement, hips stuttering slightly as his orgasm approaches. “Come one yawntutsip, be a good girl for us and let us make a mess on your face. We promise we’ll make your feel good after…”

A/N~ ‼️PLEASE READ‼️first thing I wanna say is that I’m kinda upset I had to change the character I had originally(neytiri) bc it’s was js too difficult to write her for this prompt, so that’s why I did lo’ n teyam. I did use Luna (@pandoraslxna) and blues (@blue-slxt) fics as a reference but I DID NOT copy them! So don’t even try to say that I did. That’s the last thing I want to happen so that why I’m addressing it rn, bc id never wanna copy my bbys like that☹️ i tried to fix some of the words so it wasn’t too similar but people will still have an opinion about this so 🤷🏽‍♀️. I can only do so much until it’s out of my control. But thank you guys for reading this. Day 10 will be otw later today. Stay safe and hydrated bbys🩷

Duces🫶🏽,

Luvv4j4ybe11

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[justporo]

my queen. ur sfw alphabet for astarion....it was so good. so amazingly good. grrrrrRUFF!!! GRAAAAFPBRRRR!!!!!! anyways.....would you....be able.......to make......an nsfw alphabet 👀

Oh my sweet Anon, how could I say no? And you're not alone in wanting the NSFW version so here you go, hope you enjoy! And thank you so so much <3. You know flattery will most likely get you your way with me. Surely a thing Astarion and me share... This is Fem!Tav/Astarion btw.

I used this wonderful template (although I changed C slightly), thanks again to @the-coldest-goodbye.

Smutty headcanons about Astarion and Tav (in alphabetical order)

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

Astarion is very cuddly and comforting – especially if it was a little rougher. He’s always making sure you’re okay, holding you, kissing you gently, laying around naked afterwards just talking and relaxing. Especially since he’s learnt being comfortable with non-sexual intimacy he also just enjoys being close to you with skin-on-skin contact, feeling your warmth.

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

“Just one, love? Don’t make me choose a favourite?” Let’s face it, he knows he has the body and face of a fallen god. He takes pleasure in looking and being beautiful (rightfully so), he likes that he has a body that’s well built and incredible to look that. But not even in that kind of hollow way but it’s just aesthetically pleasing and that’s a source of joy for him (also he loves his hair a lot). That also goes for you: he’s constantly reminded of every single little beautiful detail about you. The way your neck curves in an elegant line, the way your lips open into a smile, the small lines in your irises that are only visible when he’s like an inch away from you, the little dimple above your butt? Ugh – he could get lost in all those little aspects for they’re all infinite spaces of beauty.

C = Coming (switched that one because I liked this more)

Astarion takes an incredible amount of pleasure in keeping you on edge sometimes. The way it’s so very much in his hands to let you fall or not and the way you’re willingly giving yourself to him in that way. He’d never truly make you suffer though – he only does what makes it more exciting for the both of you.

Sometimes it might even be a little bit of teasing who might be able to push the other beyond the point of no return. (Punishable by law and the other will pay!)

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

It turns Astarion on way too much when you wear his clothing. The way your ass looks when you’re wearing only his shirt, when it’s visible just beyond the hemline. The way your hardened nipples peak through the fabric and the outline of your breasts shows through it – he can never get over that image. Certain way to get him to push you against a wall in three seconds or less.(And it will stay on during the sex, so he can smell you and what the two of you did later on.)

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

Do we even need to answer this? He knows every damn trick in the book and he’s very creative and eager to show off and teach you.

But: Doing all this with someone he really loves? With someone he desires so deeply it threatens to melt him from the inside? That’s a whole new plane of existence he never even though existed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

“Again, darling, you can’t possibly make me pick just one. Because when you’re under me I can see your face when I’m deep inside you. I can watch your eyes roll back and how your lips soundlessly form my name and your legs wrapped around my hips can slowly drive me insane. But when you’re on top of me I feel like you’re a goddess gracing me with your blessing. And when you’re on all fours and I’m above you, I can feel the tension in your whole body, how you desperately use every inch of space to get more friction and look at your pretty little back arch while I grip onto your thighs.”

Enough said, isn’t it?

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

He’s probably way too used to putting up the perfect performance in the beginning. But he slowly learns that being intimate means so much more: that it means being so deeply comfortable with each other, each other’s body and mentally, emotionally, that’s not about perfection at all. And that it can be so joyful if someone cracks a joke in the middle of the act because somehow the moan Tav let out sounded like a dying squirrel. Or because Astarion butchered his cheesy line because you’re driving way beyond mad with the way your hips roll.

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

Elves have little to no body hair so there’s not much to take care of. The little hair that might exist just stays and is neatly groomed just like the whole man.

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

Astarion opening up in these moments is one of the most beautiful things. Because he slowly learns to experience real intimacy. He’s slowly fully there with you: it’s not an act anymore. His hands linger now on your soft, warm skin, his kisses become more passionate and never ending, his eyes burn with desire but mostly with love. And he makes sure to tell you: tells you how much he loves you, praises every inch of your body. His heart is so wide open when he gets there, he’s so ready to be loved and to give love – being amplified by the fact that he’d never even dared to believe he’d be allowed to feel something like this.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really – because why when he has you at his fingertips. Although if you had to be away for a little while he might find he’s craving you way more than anything else. And when he’s sitting soaking in the tub and he’s reminded of how you look getting out of the tub, streams of water glistening on your body – he finds himself pleasuring himself thinking about how it will be once you’re back with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hmm yes, the thing with blood. Drinking from you while being in the middle of the act – yeah, you kinda both enjoy that quite a bit.

But also it’s such a massive turn on for him if you give yourself to him completely. The fact that you’re trusting him this much is driving him almost insane.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Oh, it could happen anywhere at any time.

Your enormous bed is your favourite place by far though. After all this safe space of coziness is just where you can completely intimate with each other in any kind of way. But Astarion for sure has to test every surface in the house with you – at least once. Okay, maybe twice for good measure.

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

Just you literally doing anything. Once he realises he’s in love with you, he’s fallen and can’t get up. You’re angry at him – woah, the look you throw him takes his breath away. The way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating on something – he wants to put his lips on yours immediately.

And let’s not even talk about when you try to deliberately turn him on. You wearing something naughty just for him? You very purposefully letting your hands wander and linger just a little too much for it to be innocent?

“Love, either you keep these naughty little hands to yourself or you’ll put them right there right now and finish the godsdamned job”, Astarion whispers huskily and grabs one of your hands, deliberately placing it on the growing bulge between his legs.

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

If he ever felt used in that way again he’s been put through for way too long – he will NEVER do that again.

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

Astarion very much enjoys giving head, because the way your thighs press around his head while he can feel you shiver and the way the pitch of your moans rise – hmm, delicious.

He hasn’t been receiving quite that often so he’s not particularly fond of it, until – it’s you and he realises how wonderful you look with your lips wrapped around him.

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

It really depends on the mood. There’s certainly not just the one way with Astarion. He can be so incredibly sweet and tender, touches like feathers. But another time it might be he has you up against a wall and it’s all about carnal lust – making it rough and quick. But he certainly always makes sure it’s pleasant for the both of you.

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

As much as Astarion enjoys spending whole nights (or days) with you under his hands (or the other way around), he wouldn’t say no to just quickly bending you over the kitchen table to give you a sweet little reminder why it is that you can’t get enough of him – ever.

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

Experimenting, yes? He likes to show you new things, but he’d never put you in any danger and making sure you’re one hundred percent comfortable with what’s happening is always his top priority.

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

No matter what you can’t possibly keep up with him. And he teases you about it (affectionately): “Aww love, I was just getting started. We didn’t even get to the real fun parts.” You just glared him, being too out of breath to put anything you wanted to verbally hurl at him into words.

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

The only things he needs really is you and himself. Although something like tying you up against the bed sometimes? Covering your eyes? But for the most part he enjoys completely uninterrupted body contact the most – and that by far doesn’t have too mean it’s always sweet and soft. Those long and elegant fingers have much expertise with sleight of hand and they don’t call it silver tongue for nothing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, an awful lot. Astarion is the definition of a tease. But in his defence: he also takes delight in being teased back. It’s no fun if you don’t claw back. And bickering and teasing a lot is definitely your specific kind of foreplay.

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

Astarion’s quite verbal – especially since he’s discovering new heights of pleasure with his loved one. Groaning and moaning – especially your name or praises for you. Also he does not care if he’s loud – he’ll proudly let the whole world now how much he desires you (much to the displeasure of you and your party members, oops).

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

It’s Astarion absolute specialty to make you flustered in public. Once he’s found you get these delightful full body blushes he makes it his goals to tease you at the most inappropriate times. You hate him and you love him for it – this smug bastard. He just knows how to push your buttons way too well.

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

He’s hot alright. He most definitely has those muscles for vanity reasons and thankfully vampirism made sure he’s keeping those abs no matter how much of a domestic softie he’s gotten with you.

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

High – especially in the beginning. Once he’s free to enjoy his own desires at his own pace there will most definitely be this high-demand honeymoon phase. You’re both not quite sure it will always really end (and you surely hope not).

But: it’s also important for Astarion that he’s getting more confident to maybe just not be in the mood every single time. Just like you aren’t always, too. And that’s completely fine, you assure him time and time again that you’ll never want him to indulge you just because he feels an obligation.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You can sleep when you’re dead. There’s way too much stuff to be done after: maybe another round (or more), cuddle, talk, goof around, down a bottle of wine.

Although slowly drifting into sleep after being fully satisfied and full of love and warmth: that’s definitely the best way to end a night.

[kqulitz]

Hiii first off if you feel like this is repetitive or are not comfortable don’t feel forced to write it, it’s all good! I wondered if you could do the safeword ask with Bill but the other way around. So dom!Reader taking out her frustrations on Bill but he’s very sensitive and emotional so he just has to stop and take it easy for the rest of the night

a/n: i decided to merge these asks, hope that’s okay :)

delicate

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: after a rough night you blow off some steam with your boyfriend.

tags: dom! reader/sub! bill, both reader and bill are 18+!!, mommy kink (sorry not sorry), cunnilingus (male receiving), begging, riding, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, aftercare, cuddles :)

smut under cut, minors dni!!

lowercase intended :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you take a deep breath, trying your hardest to calm your nerves. today was one of your worst days- everything was too stressful and it was all piling up, leading to you being a little irritable when out with your childhood friends which then lead to a big argument. it sucked, you hated arguing with people and you had apologised before everyone left, yet your friends ignored you.

you kick off your shoes, not caring about how they landed in a messy pile. bill perks up from the couch, smiling brightly at you. “schätzchen..!” (darling) he extends a hand out to you, gesturing for you to come over. you notice tom, who’s very concentrated on his gameboy. you step over to the couch, leaning down and catching your boyfriend’s lips in a kiss. you feel him smile, it only slightly melts your frustrations away. “ich brauche dich.” (i need you) you tell him, voice low so tom didn’t overhear. “was?” (what?) bill flusters at your words. “jetzt, bill.” (now, bill.) you reply, the sternness in your voice makes tom glances up, brows raised a little. “someone’s in trouble.” he teases. bill’s cheeks are bright red, yet he takes your hand and follows you upstairs.

you push your boyfriend inside his bedroom, as soon as the door’s closed your lips are on his. “schönes mädchen, what’s the matter?” (beautiful girl) he asks between each hard kiss. “ruhig sein.” (be quiet.) you growl, hands grasping his hips tightly. bill whines softly, practically melting into you. “mein bedürftiger junge.” (my needy boy.) you mumble, pushing him over onto his bed. bill stares at you, eyes filled with desperation as you join him. your hands drag over his thighs, lips pressing to his as his back arches under your touch. bill whimpers into your mouth, a leg hooking around yours to pull you closer. you feel his chest heave with a gasp as your cold hands slip under his shirt. “bill.” you warn, already knowing he was about to start whining. “sorry…” he whimpers softly.

“bitte- bitte, ich werde ein guter junge sein.” (please- please, i’ll be a good boy) bill’s back arches as you continue to tease him, it makes you smile. “are you sure?” you ask, voice innocent. “yes, yes- please..!” you have to press your palm over his mouth to hush him. bill whines, shuddering as your other hand drags down his side to his waistband. “ruhig sein. tom wird dich hören.” (be quiet. tom will hear you.) you purr, watching him nod. slowly, you remove your hand from his mouth, moving down to kiss his stomach. bill gasps, yet keeps quiet like you told him to. “take these off, baby.” you mumble, sitting up to watch him shuffle out of his pants and boxers. you smile, leaning down to reward him with a soft kiss. bill leans forward, trying to chase your lips as you pull away. gently, you push him back down onto the bed, moving back down to your original position.

the way you lick a stripe down his v-line makes him whimper, his hand clasping over his mouth to silence himself. your hand wraps around his semi-hard cock, stroking over the reddened tip as it weeps with pre-cum. “please- bitte, mama- i need you..!” (please, mommy) bill whimpers, doing his best to stay quiet. you find it funny how he’s struggling between english and german. “be patient, baby.” you mumble, kissing his tip just to feel him twitch and watch him writhe. “please..!” he practically sobs, you bite his thigh harshly. “m’sorry..- i’ll be quiet, just please- please suck me off, i need you.” bill whines, lust filled eyes staring down at you.

you smile, finally taking his cock into your mouth. bill gasps- hand immediately pressing over his lips to silence himself as he resists from bucking up against you. you hold your position for a moment, tongue slowly tracing around his tip as you watch his reaction. you hear muffled moans behind his palm, it’s adorable. you finally dip your head down, cheeks hollowing. “mama, bitte- ich brauche mehr.” als (mommy, please- i need more.) bill whines, back arching. “shh!” you part from his throbbing cock, bill whimpers- yet stays silent. you continue pleasuring him, listening to his hushed whimpers and breathy moans. his slender fingers curl into your hair, tugging slightly. “m’gonna cum..!” he warns, expecting you to pull away like you normally do.

you can’t pull from his dick, desperate to feel him cum down your throat. “mama- mama please-“ bill’s words fall short as he chokes back a moan, biting his arm to silence himself. bill cums, hard, you swallow all of it hungrily. your boyfriend pants softly, cock still hard and throbbing as you move away. “guter junge, das hast du so gut gemacht.” (good boy, you did so well.) you purr, kissing him softly. bill whines, hands grasping your shirt tightly. “mama, please-“ he begs against your lips, hips raising to brush against yours. you hum lowly, biting his bottom lip harshly just to hear him gasp.

you pull away from the kiss, pulling your panties off from under your skirt. bill’s eyes are glistening with excitement, it makes you smile as you kiss him again. “gonna smudge your pretty makeup, y’know that?” you mumble, voice low and sultry. bill smiles, feigning innocence. you chuckle, kissing him again. you straddle over his hips, pulling his arms so he’d sit up. bill’s arms wrap around your torso, his head burying into your neck. slowly, you drag your cunt over his shaft, listening to his soft whimpers; feeling how they vibrate against your skin. “hurry up..!” he whines, back arching, chest pressing to yours. “be a brat and you’ll get nothing.” you warn, listening to him whimper at the change in tone.

finally; you push down onto his tip, making him gasp. bill’s fingers scrunch up the back of your shirt as he mewls, twitching in your cunt as you slowly sink down on his cock. “that’s right- be a good boy for me, okay?” you mumble, kissing his shoulder. bill whines, it’s low in the back of his throat. you can tell he’s desperate to fuck up into you, but he doesn’t. you wait, testing his temperament. “please, mama-“ he begins to beg, you squeeze around him to silence his words. bill crumbles into soft whines, crying against your neck due to the mere feeling of your pussy around him.

bill begins to shuffle and squirm, trying to get any friction against his aching cock. you smile, finally raising yourself as you start to ride him. bill squeezes your torso, moaning loudly against your neck. “be quiet.” you warn, voice unwavering as you fuck yourself on his cock. “m’sorry- you feel so good..!” your boyfriend responds, shuddering as his orgasm comes closer and closer. “you gonna cum already?” you scoff, pushing him roughly so he was lay down again. “i’m sorry- i won’t, i swear..!” bill whimpers, the makeup around his eyes already smudged and slightly running. “promise?” you slow your hips, almost stopping completely. “yes- yes i promise..!” you push your hand over his mouth to stop his loud whines. bill’s eyes flutter a little as you pick up the speed once more- his whimpers vibrating against your palm.

his hands move to your thighs, you immediately catch them. “hands above your head.” you command, watching him do so. “keep them there or i’ll tie them.” you mumble, watching him nod. bill’s back arches, his legs shuffling against his sheets as he closes his eyes once more. “i’m gonna remove my hand now, be a good boy for me, okay?” you tell him- slowly removing your palm. bill bites his bottom lip, hands grasping the pillow above his head as he tries his hardest to stop his moans from emerging. you let your hands push his shirt up again, fingers tracing over his skin as he squirms. “remember, be quiet.” you tell him, letting a few rogue moans slide every now and then.

you can feel bill throbbing harshly, his hips beginning to stutter. “don’t you dare cum.” you caution him, voice low. “i won’t- i promise i won’t..!” he responds, tossing his arm over his eyes. rolling your hips against him, you watch him squirm- the soft whimpers falling from his lips once more. you make sure to steady yourself by putting your hands on his chest, letting yourself relax after a rough day. “mama- i can’t hold it..-“ bill whines, arms lowering for a moment before he remembers his place. “don’t you dare.” you warn, voice breathy as you hum lowly. with a harsh twitch, bill cums inside you, tears rolling down his cheeks as he moans. you slap a hand over his mouth, squeezing his cheeks slightly; glaring at him. “what did i say?” you grumble, watching him whimper. “m’gonna have to punish you, baby. it’s only fair.” you add on, listening to his soft moans increase a little.

you pick up your speed again, pulling your shirt over your head. bill’s hungry eyes stare at your cleavage, you know he wants to touch your tits. you stay silent, waiting on his next move. his fingers flex, as if he were kneading the air, his eyes clouded with lust. you feel him hum against your palm. “what’s that?” you coo softly, removing your hand from his mouth. “mama, please i’m sorry- i’ll be a good boy.” he sobs, tears still running down his face- ruining his makeup. “mhm- you said that, and you weren’t a good boy for mama. so now you have to take your punishment.” you smile, watching bill’s back arch with pleasure. “m’sorry! im sorry- please.” he repeats, hands moving to your sides- going to slide up to your tits. “ah-ah- i didn’t say you could touch me. that’s another punishment. keep being a brat and i’ll leave you here completely.” you snap, voice cold. bill whines loudly, yet hushed himself before you can scold him again. you do as you said you would, stripping his shirt of and using it to tie his hands to his bed frame. “i’m sorry, mama..!” he begs, tugging against his restraints. “no touching, that’s apart of your punishment. you’re just gonna have to wait until i cum.” you shrug, hips rolling slowly to tease him.

bill moans, it’s broken and mainly comes out as a cry. “shh.” you hiss, the rope in your stomach tightening as you feel every negative emotion finally melting away. “mama- i can’t!” bill sobs, chest heaving as he pants. “yes you can. breathe.” you take a softer approach, resting your hand on his chest once more. bill whimpers, another string of cum filling you as he breaks down into moans and whimpers. you cum hard at the feeling, which makes your poor boyfriend cum again. “good boy. well done.” you shudder, riding out your orgasm slowly. “mama- please, stop- i can’t..!” bill begs, sniffling a little as he whimpers. “just a little more, baby. you still need your other punishment.” you smile, watching him struggle a little.

“red- baby please stop, i’m serious.” you hear him whine, immediately stopping yourself. “oh, sweetie.. i’m sorry, was i too rough?” you frown, watching your lover as he cries. bill sniffles a little as you untie his hands, bringing his wrist up to your lips to kiss it. “i’m sorry, bill.” you mumble, feeling bad for not listening a little more. “it’s okay- i just need a moment.” he mumbles, getting up to clean himself off. you sit on the bed for a moment- all those negative emotions come crashing back down onto you. you pull your shirt on again, getting up from your boyfriend’s bed. you peek into the bathroom, watching bill’s shoulders hitch with each shaky breath. “baby, i’m sorry.” you sigh, hugging him gently. “it’s fine, really.” he insists, wiping his eyes.

“no, it’s not. i shouldn’t of been so rough with you.” you reply, kissing his shoulder. “it’s just- i don’t know.” bill cuts himself off, you frown. “tell me.” you mumble, letting him pull away. “i- can i get dressed first?” he sniffles, you nod. “of course, baby. come on.” you guide him back through to his bedroom, letting him get dressed in some of his comfiest clothes. you decide on getting changed out of your day wear, stealing one of his shirts. bill gets onto the bed, sitting on it as he wipes his eyes again. you frown at the sight of him so upset. “what’s the matter, baby? you can tell me.” you sit beside him, resting your hand on his leg. “i’ve just had a really bad day and i didn’t expect you to be mean today-“ he hiccups, trying to hide his face in embarrassment.

“oh, my sweet boy, you should of told me you had a bad day- i’m so sorry.” you sigh, hugging him. you cradle his head to your shoulder as he whines, squeezing you tightly. bill cries softly, yet the feeling of you holding him and rubbing his back soothes him rather fast. “what happened..?” you ask softly. “just an argument with tom- it’s nothing too serious but i’m scared.” you hear him mumble. you sigh. “billy, tom loves you- he’s not going anywhere.” you tell him, moving him back a little to press a firm kiss to his lips. “i know- it’s just stupid thoughts, but if he left me i don’t know what i’d do.” bill vents. you smile sadly. “he’s not going to leave. you two are inseparable.” you cup his cheeks, thumbs wiping away his tears. he nods a little, hugging you again.

“sorry-“ bill mumbles after a moment. “i feel stupid-“ you cut him off. “don’t feel stupid for crying, baby. it’s normal.” you mumble, refusing to let him out of your hold. bill hums, shuffling to get comfortable with you. you lay down with him, rubbing his back slowly as his breath occasionally hitches. “how was your day?” he asks eventually, you chuckle sourly. “honestly, we’ve both had shitty days.” you reply, resting your head against his. “what happened?” bill pulls away to look at you, frowning a little. “i’ve just been stressed, and because i was stressed i got into an argument with some of my closest friends. then, i came home and took it out on you.” you frown a little. “i’m sorry, bill.” you add on with a gentle sigh, yet he smiles sweetly. “it’s okay. i’m sure your friends will message tomorrow.” he mumbles, kissing your lips. you hum slightly.

“they might. i should just give them time.” you reply, hand moving to rest upon his cheek. “exactly.” bill smiles a little wider, kissing you again. the room falls silent once more, you watch as bill closes his eyes to relish the calmness of it all. you sit up, making his eyes open again. “where’re you going?” he frowns, grasping your arm. “i’m going to make us some food.” you smile, leaning down to steal another kiss. “stay here, okay? i’ll be back soon.” you slip away, leaving his bedroom. bill settles again, curling up in the warm spot where you were once lay; closing his eyes as he allows himself to relax.

[actuallysaiyan]

NSFW Prompt #3 with person B as Tengen plsssss

warnings: smut, cunnilingus/fem receiving oral sex, mentions of drinks, Tengen's wives aren't present but could still exist.

Tengen always liked you. He always found you to be feisty and flashy. It excited him to no end. But you never really showed interest in him. You did all you could to keep your distance. And a big part of it was because you had been utterly disappointed by every partner you've ever had. So to avoid more disappointment, you did what you could to show Tengen that you were not interested. Even though you had all the urges to climb this man like a tree...

One night after a successful mission, he invites you over to his place for some drinks. You weren't sure you should say yes, but he had insisted it was only going to be drinks between two friends. You eventually relent and agree to it.

So you go over, expecting a few other Hashira to be there as well. But you're surprised to find yourself alone with him. He greets you at the door and he has a smile on his face. Tengen hands you a glass of sake and gently ushers you into his home. Once inside, he gives you a little tour of his place. You take in the decorations and you begin getting a sense of who he is.

Tengen then leads you to the table and you both sit together. You two begin chatting, discussing all kinds of things. You realize you like Tengen even more than you thought. Soon, the subject turns to sex and he fills up your glass once more.

"My first time was such an embarrassment," he chuckles. "But I've gotten much better since then." Tengen admits, downing his drink.

You smirk before taking a sip of your drink, "I've never had a proper orgasm. Especially not through oral..."

He cocks an eyebrow, "Oh? Would you like me to change that?"

You laugh, "I'd love to see you try,"

Tengen wastes no time. He maneuvers you onto the table and kisses you. You moan as his lips continue to attach to yours in such a hungry way. Your heart races as he kisses you and caresses you. His large hands begin to get busy undressing you.

Once you're bare to him, he looks at you with pure lust and hunger in his eyes. Then he spreads your thighs and smirks when he sees your glistening cunt. It's amazing how he's making you shudder already just from him looking at you with such a hungry look in his eyes.

"Ready?" he asks, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

You nod, not really able to say anything at this point. You let out such a pathetic little mewl the moment his warm tongue presses against your folds. You never knew it could feel so good. Your eyes roll back as he begins to fervently lap at your pussy. You taste so damn so sweet to him, and he knows he could so easily get addicted to you.

"Poor thing," Tengen starts, "you've never had this kind of pleasure. Never been able to cum. Let me take good care of you."

You shudder as he begins sucking on your clit. Then you feel two of his fingers prodding your sensitive and dripping hole. You gasp as he begins pushing his fingers into you. It's all so intense for you. You're being sent right to heaven with this amazing pleasure. It's all so good, and you swear you feel tears streaming down your cheeks from feeling this amazing.

It takes so little effort for him to make you come undone. You're moaning and crying out and shaking. The shakiest, stickiest orgasm comes from you as Tengen works your body like he's the only one who knows how to do so. He continues to slurp and suck at you while you slowly begin coming down from such an intense high.

He smirks as he pulls away, watching as you catch your breath. "So, did you have fun?"

You laugh in a breathy way, "Can we do that again?"

[winters-hysteria]

nsfw aged up f. hargreeves nsfw alphabet

you've been warned, minors din

A= Aftercare (what they're like after the act)

i feel like five would seem like he's trying not to care but seeing you laying there all pretty after he's ruined you turns on his absolute *need* to make sure you're okay

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

his favorite part of himself is his hands. they're strong and really nice looking, and he can use them to grab you/push you around roughly and/or gently pin your wrists down 

fav part of you is your ass. there was this one scene (can't remember the episode) but he stared at somebody walking out the door with a really weird smile and his eyes popping out and idk i feel like he'd do the same thing to you walking out a door, just stare and then klaus walks over like "eheheheh whatcha lookin' at buddy buddy boy bro brother homie" and he's just like "oh nothing nothing that interests ur gay ass anyways"

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

he'd love to finish inside you, but even if you don't let/want him to (which he will totally respect) he likes to cum in your mouth or your breasts, even if you are a part of the itty bitty titty community

tbh i think he'd like that even more bc (he has a size kink i'll get into that next )

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

he has a SIZE KINK. a really really nearly insatiable size kink. 

i believe he'd like it if his S/O was really small / petite cause it makes him look SO MUCH BIGGER than you and goddammit if he doesn't get even hornier when you're on your knees for him and he looks down to see ur pretty lil hand wrapped around his cock

E= Experience (do they know what they're doing)

seeing as i write for five in his 20s, i think he might know sort of what he's doing but he's gonna need a lot of guidance. he also likes to play dumb when it comes to touching you cause he likes seeing you touch yourself and also it helps a lot with him learning what and where to touch

F= Favorite position

uhhhh this mfer's favorite position is 100% cowgirrrrrl

he loves seeing you on top of him I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

either that or having you below him is just *AAAAAAA*

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

he can be really really serious, but this man does crack jokes in the bedroom from time to time.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

he keeps himself  pretty nicely groomed, cause yk carpet matches the drapes

and also i hc that he just feels gross if he doesn't

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

god oh god oh god

the can be *SO* rough, but during nights when he has you all to himself, it's slow, sensual,,,, mmmmmmm yummy

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he does this whenever you're not around, but his right hand will never ever evah substitute for the feeling of your warmth clenching around him.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

bondage, daddy, sadomasochistic power top, dom/sub vibes, possibly a little bit of wax play, definite knife play, coffee kink, mommy kink mommy kink mommy KINK, power play, size kink, choking kink, degradation/praise, roleplay

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

literally anywhere but prefers his bed or yours so he can tie you up

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

you could probably wave to him and he'd be half hard, like baby you don't need to do anything just move two steps to the left and ur gonna get your pussy pounded

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won't do)

he absolutely will not get you pregnant, bitch. you've got a world to save, he doesn't have time to be a dad.

scat, piss, vomit, necro, that type of stuff

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

fuc-king hell he loves giving, but won't ever say no to a good ol' bj

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

he can last a l o n g time. 

he also won't change his pace unless you beg for it

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

he likes quickies, but really prefers to go nice and soft and slow with you

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he's open to it, but ya know he doesn't want to hurt you.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

im saying about ten or so and then he gets tired

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers) 

has a whole ass collection of bad dragon products to use on you

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

oh lord this man will tease you until you are barely conscious.. 

"you like that little slut?"

the HEAVY breathing *UH*

when you do dominate him, he loves to be teased and will literally scream your name when you finally let him cum.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

definite heavy panting, but since he doesn't really have a filter he moans a lot too

he will degrade/praise tf outta you baby

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

okay but he wants you to top him.

he gets tired of topping sometimes and just wants to let you take over.

so do it, baby. 

do it.

X= X-ray (what's down below in dem pants)

i'm thinking he's a little above average, 7 inches or so

thick, veiny, and a pretty pink head :>

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

he is ALWAYS horny and always looking for some way to grind against you or just fuck the shit outta you

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

so he falls asleep about an hour after because that's when his body just starts to shut down, but he doesn't realise that so sometimes he'll be standing upright doing something and then all the sudden you have to catch him bc he just fell asleep standing

[abloginnameonly]

Flashback

@oc-tober2023

“Did anyone ever tell you that you have a stunning smile?” 

~

“Come on, Vehm. You can smile a little,” Terro cajoled them gently. 

“It was…inappropriate,” Vehm insisted stiffly. “The priests deserve our respect.” 

“Never said they didn’t.”

“Then you shouldn't be saying such things.”

“I disagree.” Vehm could hear him smiling, and they bit the inside of their cheek, keeping their eyes stoically away. Because if they saw him smiling, then they’d start smiling, and then it would be over, they’d laugh at him making fun of the priests. “I happen to think that it’s fairly high praise to be able to recognize the mortal flaws people carry and still believe them to be worth following.” 

He sounded casual and assured as he always did, but touch of worry slipped into Vehm’s heart, weighing down their amusement. You weren’t supposed to bring attention to the temple leaders’ faults, or your own. You were supposed to keep them away and do your best to get rid of them. Sometimes when Terro spoke, they were reminded that he’d once had a life before the temple, and they were concerned that it clouded his judgement. Then Terro’s face appeared in front of them. 

“It just so happens that Priest Canto’s flaw is that he sounds like he’s snoring through our worship when he has a cold.” He mimicked a loud, droning snore, a terrible exaggeration of what they’d quietly heard earlier from the priests’ pulpit. The suddenness broke through Vehm’s defenses at last and laughter spilled out and sweeping away their concerns with it. Terro grinned, looking satisfied. He was quite a bit older than Vehm, had joined as an adolescent around the time that they were born here. A half-elf with sleek brown hair, light brown skin, dark brown eyes. He was a scout for the temple, often away on missions and always bringing back interesting stories. He helped Vehm when the stress of their duties felt like too much, and he was one of Vehm’s favorite people. 

“Well look who’s the heretic now? I was only saying to smile, but you must think it’s pretty darn funny to be laughing away like that. Look at you, you’re barely staying upright.” 

Even if he was a rascal. 

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” Vehm said, pushing his shoulder. They were only nine and Terro was strong, but he rocked way back anyway. 

“I won’t,” he promised, straightening back up. He looked incredibly tall, smiling down to them. “I’ll do a lot of things for you, kid, but I won’t get you in trouble.”

~

The adventurer smiled up at Vehm. They were exhausted and bound and beaten and poisoned and most importantly, a sacrifice, but they were smiling. Convincingly enough that Vehm almost couldn’t see the desperation and fear in their eyes when Vehm held their knife aloft in above them. They were a halfling with blood-matted curls and very blue eyes that held Vehm’s. They shouldn’t. There were a lot of shouldn’ts happening in Vehm’s mind right now. 

Why would the adventurer even say that? Vehm wasn’t smiling, hadn’t for the entire ceremony. And surely they knew that they were going to be killed soon? What ridiculous last words. 

Their arms stayed aloft. 

“B-But I bet I could die happy if I heard you laugh-”

They fell.

[gojou-violin]

Alpha!fem!oc x omega!Deku hc. Look away if you’re under 18, hate a/b/o, and/or m!preg

Ok uh now that the rats are still here with me. I wanted to share the omega!deku brain rot I’ve been having cuz it’s literally keeping me awake at night-

Basically, my OC, Tetsuo, and Izu fuck like rabbits, so it’s not surprising that Izu would get pregnant— I just don’t think anyone expected that he’d get pregnant at the same time Kaiya would with Shoto’s baby. But that’s a diff side story.

When Izu’s helllaaaa pregnant, I imagine it’s hard for him to get around, so he stays home a lot while the pack goes out, and it just so happens to be a busy day where Kaiya has a doctor’s visit, so she leaves with Shoto and Kacchan; and they’re out of groceries, so Tetsuo decides to make a quick trip to the store.

But ofc Izu goes into labor while everyone’s gone. He tries to call Tetsuo to warn her and have her come home asap, but the poor thing drops his phone and he’s too big to lean down for it, and the contractions hurt like a bitch. Everyone warned them that male omegas have more difficult pregnancies than female omegas…. He just didn’t realize it would be this bad. Nor did he think a baby could come this fast! So he struggles to pull himself to his nesting room, immediately crashing onto his nest, throwing his shirt off because it’s getting really hot, and he grabs Tetsuo’s things to just hold onto because he’s scared and misses her. All he can do is hope that she feels his anxiety through their bond and rushes home.

Tetsuo, at the grocery store, is nearly done and about to check out when she feels it. The pain in her chest, her stomach twisting, her head throbbing. She can immediately sense that something’s wrong with her omega, so she tries to call him, but he doesn’t pick up. She decides to just make a run for it. Leaving the groceries behind in the store, she gets in the car and tries get home as fast as she can, but fucking traffic is between her and her omega… Her poor boy. She knows something’s wrong…. She tries calling Shoto, he says that they’re only just leaving the office, they wouldn’t get home any faster than her.

By the time Tetsuo gets home, Kacchan’s pulling into the driveway, running out of the car before it’s even really parked, all while telling Shoto to carefully help Kaiya inside. Tetsuo’s running. I mean. Fully fucking sprinting. She opens the door and calls out for her omega, but doesn’t hear anything. She sees his phone on the floor and assumes the worst. She runs upstairs and turns the corner to find her omega in his nest, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, his face red and puffy, tears sticking to his cheeks… And there’s a baby in his arms. They’re half-wrapped in a towel that Izu must have been able to reach for on the nearby shelf at some point… From the looks of it, he barely even had the strength after that to properly clean himself or the baby.

“Kacchan, call for Recovery Girl. Quickly. Go-“ Tetsuo pushes at the Pro Hero’s chest to send him into action.

She’s so careful as she steps into the room, knowing that her omega would of course allow her into his nesting space, but she doesn’t want to spook him or the baby.

“Oh, my poor boy,” she cooes gently. She kneels down beside him, brushing hair out of his face so that she can see him more clearly. “Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

With tears in his eyes, he shakes his head.

“My sweet boy…”

Tetsuo carefully sits beside him, kissing his forehead and pulling him into her arms. He immediately relaxes. His Alpha came home for him…. He’s gonna be okay. Tetsuo continues to calm him down while trying to cover the baby a bit more— The baby, btw, is fast asleep. Both dad and baby are exhausted, clearly.

“Are you okay?” Tetsuo asks.

Izu hides against her, unable to really respond. They’ll have to wait for Recovery Girl to know for sure.

When Recovery Girl does appear, she waddles in with her things while Kacchan stays at the door— This is for a handful of reasons, but most notably because he’s not Izu’s Alpha, so he has no right to go into the nesting room; but also because he’s the pack’s Alpha, so he’s naturally taking on the role of guard dog. No one’s going in that room unless they’re meant to. No one. Recovery Girl’s giggling at Kacchan and how protective he is of his pack nowadays. She goes on the opposite side of Tetsuo and starts to check on Izu. She gives him a quick smooch to help him heal a bit, then checks on the baby.

She smiles at Tetsuo. “Both dad and baby are fine. He’s gonna need some rest and some stitches, so I’ll have a doctor from the hospital come here to help. But he’s going to be okay. Baby’s a healthy girl.” She pats Izu gently on the head. “You did good.”

And he beams with joy.

After that, it’s just rest, like she said. Tetsuo sits with Izu the entire time, making sure he rests and eats. She takes the baby every so often so Izu can relax. The three of them never leave the nest. Kaiya has to come in after Recovery Girl just to change the sheets and help clean the baby, but aside from that no one except Izu’s mom comes in, and no one leaves. Tetsuo’s not letting her omega get up any time soon, and Izu would be caught dead before letting his baby out of his sight.

Happy family 💚

[sekai-archives]

Taking care of you when you're sick

Features: Tenma Tsukasa, Kamishiro Rui, Otori Emu, Kusanagi Nene

- ♡ warnings: mentions of sickness and the like. Emu may be a little ooc

-

Tenma Tsukasa

He's a reliable older brother, often taking care of Saki whenever she fell ill or was hospitalized. Hes also dealt with some fevers and diseases of his own, so he can quite dependable. The second Tsukasa learned you fell ill, he was quick on his feet to check up on you.

He can be a little overbearing at times, his loud and spontaneous nature never quite ceasing but he truly has the best of intentions at heart.

Checks up on you at very moment that present itself. Due to his rather hectic schedule, he isn't able to visit as often as he wishes but when he does come over he tries to keep you as relax and entertained as possible, being bed-ridden all day is no fun- he'll prop up a chair beside your bed and keep you company while also keeping account that you are getting enough rest

He follows the doctors orders to a tee, if you're suppose to be getting rest then that is what Tsukasa will ensure. Even when you fuss and kick out your legs, he doesn't budge. But if you truly need to get out of bed then he will intertwine his hand with yours, making sure you don't fall over as he leads you to the bathroom or your location of choice

Whenever he does vist you he always comes bearing some form of gift. It can be as little as some boxes of tissues or some lunch, mainly accompanied by a bottle of water.

Holds your hand a lot, it's the simplest form of affection he can do without risking getting sick himself.

On the inside however, he is greatly worried. He wants to be updated with every new symptom you get or if your condition becomes worse.

Kamishiro Rui

Rui has a keen eye on things, more so if it happens to interest him. As his partner he has become rather observant towards your body language, noting your sluggish momovents and droopy shoulders. So he was able to tell very early on that you were falling ill

Checks on you at every moment he gets. Even skips some rehearsals in order to tend to you, but he pays little mind to that or Tsukasa's scolds.

Pretty good at making sure you're taking your daily medicine at the appropriate times. Might even scribble down the information as a reminder for himself and sends you texts in case you've forgotten

Like Tsukasa, he makes sure that you are taking care of yourself and getting proper rest. All your attempts to get out of bed are met with a hand gently pressing down on your chest. If you're stubborn enough you may just be able to convince him to go outside for some fresh air. And while you are taking in the cool breeze, Rui takes note of any discomfort you may be experiencing- quickly ushering you to bed when he picks up on any.

He pushes your rooms window curtains aside to allow some sunlight to seep in. It's gives a much more positive atmosphere than before

Rubs comforting shapes on your back when you get a painful stomachache, headache or any other intense pains.

Great at taking your mind off it. He could ramble off endlessly for hours about his ideas of inventions. His tangents can leave you forgetting about all the icky feelings crawling on your skin, his voice lulling you to sleep at the end. And as your about to fall alseep, he beings your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the palms- his way of saying 'goodnight'

Otori Emu

For once you can see her usually cheery face turn into one of worry. For Emu, she deeply cares about those who accept her for who she is. And as her partner, she has a higher adoration for you and seeing you ill worries her- but for your sake she's attempts to keep the atmosphere as cheery as possible

She crafts you one of those 'get better soon' cards. Plastered in lots of glitter, with little chocolates taped on the cover

Like Rui, she visits you at whatever chance she gets, spending that time to keep you company. She even brings some pillows and a blanket for herself; resting on the chair beside your bed whilst you get some sleep as well.

When she visits she usually brings a peice of decoration for your room. Mainly that of a vase of tulips or daisies for your bedside table, or a little poster to add some color to the room.

She's also someone who opens the window curtains and props the window open to allow both sunlight and cool wind to swept through. Even when you fuss, Emu encourages you to take in some of the fresh air.

Emu manages to keep you happy with her spontaneous nature, even willing to cuddle with you for few minutes. Her hugs feel tight with her cheek rubbing against your own- mostly leads to the both of you passing out(she may become sick as result). And when you are about to fall asleep you may notice her tune down the volume of her voice not wanting to wake you.

Despite being sick, she brings you some sweets to drown away the ickyness your body is feeling. Its not too sugary but rather like a pinch of sugar to help the medicine go down.

Plays with your hair a lot, curling her fingers through the locks and using it as a distraction whenever you feel intense pains

It is also in the moments when you are asleep that Emu feels her heart squeeze in her chest

Kusanagi Nene

Nene knows how to take of herself but no so much when taking care of others. She is however, a fast learner and becomes very dependable whenever you fall ill- though in her mind, she believes she isn't helping much

Whenever she checks up on you, she usually carries snacks with her, many falling under your favorite types. Some are sugary, others are packed in nutrients. And on some very rare occasions, Nene will even bring you a canister of soup she made herself. Albeit it's not the best thing she has ever cooked, but it's easy on the stomach

When she visits, she distracts you from the ickyness by playing games together or watching a musical. And every moment she finds your glass of water empty, she wordlessly goes to refill it

When Nene is unable to vist you, she resorts to texting you. The text, 'how are you feeling?' Or 'Want me to being you anything' appearing on your notifications whenever she thinks of you randomly

If you happen to fall asleep whenever she comes over, she gently tuck the blanket over your form while putting away your things and tidying up a bit to reduce your workload even if it's by a little bit

Hums a lot. Especially after you had fallen asleep, Nene sings or hums a little tune under her breath. She gets incredibly shy if you catch her though. But seeing as you are sick, she'll attempt to push away her shyness for a few minutes just for you

[sacredsorceress]

The Long Run || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x doctor!reader

summary: after discovering that you’re bucky’s secret girlfriend, sam invites you on a mission with them. when bucky gets injured and you save his life, you give him news that will change the both of your lives for the better and bucky has a very important question to ask you.

a/n: this is technically a part two to Who’s She?, but can be read w/o the first; reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 4.9k

warnings: blood, bucky getting shot, mentions of bucky nearly dying, mentions of pregnancy, some swearing, angst, fluff

Who’s She?

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“Absolutely not.” Bucky told Sam. “No way. We have to find someone else to do it.”

“I’m sorry- do you have any other secret girlfriends lined up?” Sam asked, crossing his arms. “Because from what I understand we’re supposed to be doing this all under the radar and you and I don’t exactly have a lot of friends right now.”

Bucky stood his ground, staring down the man in front of him. “I’m not bringing her into this.”

“You brought her into this as soon as you decided to date her and she knows that.”

Bucky scoffed, rolling his eyes before shoving his finger into Sam’s chest.

“You know- I knew I should have never brought you back to my house.” Bucky said. “I knew I should have let Romanoff have you instead of bringing Y/n into this.”

Sam sighed, stepping away from Bucky, understanding that he was putting him in a difficult situation. Not even a month ago when Sam was shot during a mission, Bucky had brought him and Natasha Romanoff back to your shared home so you could patch him up. Until then, you had remained a secret to them- Bucky being sure to never even mention your name. He kept your relationship a secret from not only the world, but the team to ensure your safety. The last thing he could ever bare despite everything he had been through was for you to get hurt- especially if it was because of him.

Sam could understand. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid of the people around him getting hurt because of his choices. A part of him was envious of Bucky for being able to keep you such a secret, ensuring your safety. He understood that Bucky risked his only sense of normalcy to save him and that you- a stranger to him until that night- risked your safety to help him.

He knew he could only ask so much, but he also knew that you were the best choice.

“I get it, Buck.” Sam told him finally, placing his hand on his shoulder. “I know why you’re worried, but she’ll be fine. If I thought there was any way she could get hurt, I wouldn’t even suggest it, but she’ll be so far away-”

Bucky shook his head, crossing his arms.

“I’m not calling her. Find someone else.” Bucky told him finally, seating himself in a flimsy folding chair across the room.

“Fine.” Sam threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “I guess I’ll just find someone else to be our getaway driver.”

With that, Sam left the room, making a phone call through the door.

A half an hour filled with silence later, Sam and Bucky heard a car pull up outside the small abandoned building. Quickly glancing at each other, they both stood up, making their way out of the room and towards the entrance of the building. Without opening the door they heard knocking coming from the other side. Just as Bucky’s hand went to pull on the door handle, Sam’s hand stopped him, holding his wrist.

“Before-”

Glancing from Sam’s hand on his wrist to his eyes, Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “Who did you call?”

“Look, b-before you get mad-” Sam attempted to reason.

That was enough for Bucky to pull Sam’s hand off of his wrist and yank open the door. On the other side he was immediately met with your face staring back at him.

Before you could even open your mouth to greet him, Bucky spun around to face Sam.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” Bucky asked, raising his voice. “I told you not to do one thing and you just go ahead and call my girlfriend.”

“There was no other choice-”

“How did you even call her?” He asked, voice still raised, cutting Sam off.

Finally Sam loosened up at the question, turning to look between you and Bucky. “Listen, that’s your own fault. Who doesn’t have a phone password?”

At that, Bucky threw his hands up in the air, turning to face you instead. You smiled, shrugging.

“I told you to put a passcode, baby.”

Looking at your smiling face, Bucky softened up, lowering his voice. He could hardly ever be mad at you.

“Doll, you shouldn’t have come.” He sighed. “You should go back home. Go enjoy your day off. We can handle this on our own.”

You had known your boyfriend long enough to know that he was only speaking out of love for you. The kind of love that drove him to keep you a secret for so long from even his own friends in order to protect you. Although you understood how he wanted to protect you, you also understood that Sam wouldn’t have called you if there were other choices on the table.

“Buck, it’s okay.” You assured him, tugging on his jacket to pull him closer. “Sam said that I’d be fine. Let me help.”

Glancing at your face and looking into what one could only call your “puppy dog eyes” he cursed to himself, knowing he couldn’t resist giving in for you.

“Okay. Fine.” He sighed. “But only if you stay in the car.”

Smiling you tugged on his jacket once more, pulling him down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thank you, Buck.”

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?”

And he did.

When he, Sam and an injured Natasha Romanoff were running out of an exploding building while agents continued to chase after them still shooting, he was truly regretting ever letting you come on this mission- even though you were only there to serve as their getaway driver and first aid kit for Agent Romanoff.

When you felt the rumble of the explosion shake your car and heard the gunshots going off you jumped in your seat, firmly grasping the wheel. You quickly glanced over your shoulder to see your boyfriend, Sam and Natasha running in your direction and you hovered your foot over the gas, shifting the car into drive.

“Go!” Sam shouted as soon as he got one foot in the door after pushing Natasha inside.

The second your boyfriend slid into the passenger seat you hit the gas at full speed, but before you could speed far enough away you heard one last gunshot sound off before you heard Bucky shout from his seat, swinging the door shut.

Still speeding away at the fastest speed you had ever gone in your life, you turned to face your boyfriend, feeling your heart race in your chest.

“Buck-” You started but before his full name could even slip out of your mouth you could see blood begin to soak the bottom of his shirt. “Oh my god!” You shouted.

“It’s fine-” He attempted to calm you down, groaning while holding his abdomen.

Hearing the commotion, Sam gripped Bucky’s seat, pulling himself up from the back seat to look at Bucky’s wound.

“Shit!” Sam swore.

As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, Bucky swatted him away.

“You’re not helping, Sam!” He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back.

“Oh my God. Is it bad?” You asked shakily, meeting Sam’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “It’s bad isn’t it, Sam?”

All you saw was Sam’s eyes wide, staring right back at you in the mirror. Glancing between your gaze in the mirror and Bucky looking over his shoulder glaring at him, Sam shook his head.

“Uh-” He started.

Feeling your hands begin to tremble on the wheel, you glanced back at Sam.

“Sam just tell me-”

“Sam you better shut the hell up!” Bucky shouted.

Realizing that you had driven for long and far enough that the men that were chasing you were no longer still following you, you slammed on the brakes. You heard the grunts of Sam and a incoherent Natasha in the backseat and the muffled shout of pain from your boyfriend besides you. As soon as the car came to a stop, you threw your door open, climbing out of the car and stomping to the passenger side door, swinging it open.

When your eyes met Bucky’s he just shook his head, eyes wide. He knew that no matter how many things you saw in your time as a doctor that it would inevitably hit you differently to see him so badly wounded and he couldn’t bare to see you so upset.

“Bucky,” You said, laying your hands on top of his bloodied ones. “Let me see it.”

He shook his head again.

“Doll-”

“James.” You stated more firmly, gripping his hands. “Take your hands off.”

Knowing that this argument couldn’t go on for much longer without him caving in, he lifted his hands from his wound and when you laid your eyes on the bloodied section of his abdomen you couldn’t help but gasp knowing your boyfriend was injured this badly.

“That bad, huh?” He asked, groaning again.

You had seen plenty of injuries this bad, but you had been in a hospital and they hadn’t been on your boyfriend- the man you swore was the love of your life. Pulling your hands away from the wound, you could feel them begin to tremble as the horror of what was happening washed over your body, gluing you to your spot. When you looked up, rather than looking at Bucky, your eyes met Sam’s who was still sat in the back seat.

Seeing your eyes wide and your hands shaking Sam immediately made his way out of the vehicle to stand by your side. Your boyfriend’s eyes were still squeezed shut in pain and as you stoood watching him you felt Sam’s hands land on your shoulders to turn you to face him instead.

“Y/n?” Sam asked, trying to get you to focus your attention on him. “Y/n you need to breathe.”

You shook your head, staring at him with your eyes wide. You could barely choke the words out. “I-”

“Y/n listen to me.” He said, gently shaking your shoulders. “You need to calm down so you can fix this-”

As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, you could feel your heart racing in your chest. How could he expect you to do this?

“No, no Sam I can’t-” You told him.

Resilient as ever Sam nodded his head. “Yes you can.” He said. “You have to. The next hospital isn’t for another thirty miles- it’s you or nothing. You can do this, Y/n. You fixed me and you came for Natasha-”

“That’s different.” You sighed.

“I know that, but there’s no other way.”

You rung your trembling hands, looking between Sam and your boyfriend still groaning in the passenger seat of the vehicle.

As you looked at him all you could think about was how you couldn’t lose him- especially not now. You needed him. You didn’t know what you would do without him. You knew Sam was right too- that if it weren’t for you doing something, he wouldn’t survive. You couldn’t allow that to happen. 

Taking a long, deep breath you looked up at Sam.

“Okay.” You nodded.

Sam released you from his grip. “Okay?” He asked, making sure you were willing to help his friend and when you nodded once more he smiled. “Okay. What can I do to help?”

You instructed Sam to go fetch the supplies that you had brought and stored in the trunk when he asked you to come in the case that Natasha would need medical aid after being held hostage by the organization they had just saved her from. Although she was barely coherent on the backseat, you knew that she would be okay compared to your partner who was currently bleeding out in the front seat.

While Sam fetched your supplies, you tugged on the hem of your boyfriend’s shirt, trying to ease it over his head.

“C’mon baby.” You cooed. “The shirt needs to come off.”

In too much pain to speak, he lifted his arms slightly, just enough for you to pull his shirt off of his torso and over his head. When you did, however his dog tags came off with it, slipping into his lap. Just when you were about to turn around to take the kit from Sam, you felt the familiar touch of cool metal grasp your wrist.

When you turned around you first met Bucky’s eyes before following his gaze down to his hand that was balled into a fist, the chain of his dog tag slipping through his fingers.

“What-”

“Take them.” He told you, sighing from the pain. “I want you to take them, Y/n.”

Staring at his dog tags and the solemn look on his face, you could feel your heart practically stop beating in your chest. Bucky had lived a long, complicated life- longer than most, but stolen from him at the same time. He had been given these same dog tags when he was sent to fight in World War II. Although a part of him had died during the war, he had survived to live decades more, the dog tags staying with him.

As he attempted to hand them to you, you realized that although he didn’t admit it- he was sure he was going to die in that moment. He had survived for over a century and because of this one bullet that he could’ve escaped from if he was just an inch to the right he thought he was living through his final moments. The dog tags had survived along with him all this time and you couldn’t bare the thought that he decided that now was the time to give them away.

“Buck, no.” You shook your head. “I can’t take those. You’re going to be okay-”

“Doll.” He said. “Just take them.”

You took his vibranium wrist in your hand and pulled it away from your arm.

“You’re not dying on my watch, okay?” You said finally, turning around to take the kit from Sam. “Now... there’s no easy way to say this... this is going to hurt.”

Bucky couldn’t help but throw you a lopsided smile at your resilience.

“How bad can it be?”

It was bad.

Due to you performing all of this on the field, you hadn’t been able to numb Bucky’s pain at all. Even though he had been through what he thought until now was the most horrible pain a human could ever experience, he could barely sit still throughout the entire thing. As soon as the first shout escaped from his mouth, you had stopped in the middle of what you were doing, glancing over your shoulder at Sam. Without even a word coming out of your mouth you and Bucky watched as Sam undid the belt from around his waist.

“Woah, wait-” Bucky began but before he could even finish, Sam was holding his belt in his hand, offering it to Bucky.

“Here.” Sam told him.

“What- I’m not putting this in my mouth.” Bucky said.

“Man, just put it in your mouth-”

“I am not putting this thing in my mouth, Sam. There has to be something else I can bite down on-”

You shook your head, sighing to yourself as you snatched the belt from Sam’s hand, slipping it into your boyfriend’s mouth. Eyes wide and not in a position to argue, he bit down silently.

“There.”

As soon as you placed the belt in his mouth, you went back to work on his abdomen. As you performed the procedure, removing the bullet and stitching up the wound, you could hear your boyfriend’s muffled shouting. You couldn’t help but cringe and feel hurt knowing how much pain he was in, but you also knew that there was no other way and you had to put him through this so he could come out the other side.

The pain was so bad at one point, however, that after a particularly nasty yell, followed by his legs jolting you looked up to see Bucky swing out his free hand to Sam which Sam took wordlessly. You felt guilty, but you couldn’t help but laugh when while you were still working on stitching up the wound you heard Sam shout.

“Y- you’re crushing my hand! Stop... squeezing.. so hard.”

When you finally finished, pulling your hands away from the freshly stitched wound, you glanced up at Bucky. You could tell immediately that he looked exhausted, slipping his hand out of Sam’s and opening his mouth to let the belt drop onto his lap.

“You can rest now, baby.” You told him, standing up from your kneeling position, wiping your bloodied hands on the cloth that Sam handed you. “Rest.”

As soon as you told him too, Bucky couldn’t help but allow himself to fall into a deep sleep.

When he woke again, he immediately realized that he was laying in a hospital bed and was hyper aware of the needles sticking out of his flesh arm.

His eyes immediately landed on your figure, standing on the other side of a glass wall speaking with a doctor. Suddenly the memories came flooding back into his memory of him getting shot and you saving him with the supplies you had on hand on the side of some abandoned, dirt road. Along with the memories flowing back into his mind, he could feel his chest become full, remembering how you had just saved his life- that you fought against your own fears of hurting him to save him. He had always known that you gave his life meaning, but as he sat there in his bed he realized that he was alive because of you.

Snapping him out of his own thoughts, Bucky heard a voice speak up beside him.

“How are you feeling-”

Before Sam could even finish his sentence, however, Bucky cut him off.

“I need you to do something for me.” Bucky told him, sitting up in his bed with a grunt, still sore.

When Sam heard the urgency in his friend’s tone of voice, he leaned over in his seat, pulling his chair closer to the side of Bucky’s bed.

“What is it?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows.

Bucky knew that he couldn’t wait any longer and he didn’t want to either.

“I need you to go to my apartment.” Bucky told him, giving him instructions. “In the bedroom there’s a safe. The code’s my birthday and I need you to get-”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Sam shook his head. “Slow down. What do you need from a safe right now? Incase you forgot you were just shot.”

This situation was probably the last one Bucky thought he would find himself in when he had first planned the event seven months ago, but he couldn’t stand the idea of waiting any longer. He could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth as he told Sam.

“The ring.”

Upon the two words that Bucky had just said, Sam’s eyebrows creased even more, attempting to understand the words Bucky had just told him. When it finally clicked, Sam leaned back in his seat throwing his hands up in the air.

“A what? Wait.” Sam said and Bucky was almost beginning to regret his decision as a smile began to play on his partner’s face. “You... you have a ring?”

Glancing at where you were still standing to make sure you didn’t hear what the two men were discussing, Bucky turned to face Sam nodding.

“Yeah, a ring.” He said.

Sam shook his head. “You’re going to propose?” He asked, then looked around the room. “Right now?”

Bucky knew that the hospital room he was in wasn’t exactly the ideal situation and when he bought the ring months ago he had ran through all the ideas in the book from a restaurant to a vacation, but he could never decide. In this moment, though, he knew that now was the time to ask.

“Yeah.” Bucky nodded.

Sam just smiled standing up from his seat. “Okay, okay.” He said, patting down his pockets. “I’m gonna go get it- God! I can’t believe this is happening, man!”

Hearing the door to the room open, Bucky glared at his friend, halting himself from having more words slip out of his mouth. Sam nodded, giving his friend a thumbs up before running out of the room.

When your boyfriend’s eyes landed on you and noticed you glancing between Sam and him while laughing, he rolled his eyes.

“What was that about?” You laughed, gesturing towards his friend running out the door.

Keeping his cool as always, Bucky shrugged. “It’s Sam.”

You smiled making your way over to the side of the bed and when you did, Bucky reached his arms out for you. When you sat yourself on the side of the bed next to him, you felt his hands rest on your waist while you played with the dog tags that were once again lying on his chest.

“I was so scared you were going to die, Buck.” You said in a hushed voice.

Seeing the downcast look exhibited on your features, he felt his heart break knowing that you almost lost each other.

“I thought I was.” He said. “The feeling was worse than... worse than when I fell.”

You sighed at his confession, taking one of his hands off of your waist- instead lacing your fingers with his.

“I- I can’t do this without you.” You told him, your eyes not yet meeting his, just staring at your fingers interlaced. “I couldn’t let you die, Buck. I need you here.”

“I know, doll-”

“No.” You cut him off, looking up to allow your eyes to meet his blue ones- the same ones you always got so lost in. “You don’t know. There’s... there’s something I need to tell you.”

Bucky’s mind began racing from the best case scenarios to the worst case scenarios. Were you dying? Did you not love him anymore? Did you find out about the ring? Oh God, maybe you did and he would have to tell you now even if he was still waiting on Sam to bring him the ring.

“I have something to tell you too.” He said, squeezing your hand.

You, however, shook your head. “No, Buck, let me go first. I have to get this off my chest. You almost died and the thought of you never finding out almost killed me.”

Instead of cutting in again, Bucky just nodded his head, seeing how serious you were.

He watched as you took a deep breath and a smile began to make its way onto your face.

“I’m pregnant.”

Bucky could of sworn to God that his heart stopped in that moment and it was confirmed by the beeping of the heart monitor beside him. His eyes went wide and he was praying that his mouth didn’t drop as he tried to process the information you had just told him.

You were pregnant. He was going to be a father. He was going to share a child with you- the best thing to have ever happened to him.

Going with his gut and leading with his heart, before his brain could stop him he finally asked.

“Marry me.”

Unlike your boyfriend, you didn’t need a heart monitor to tell you that your heart skipped a beat before racing immediately after.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about marrying Bucky so often it almost felt like a memory. To hear the words finally slip out of his mouth, you couldn’t believe it was finally happening to you.

Until you realized what situation the two of you were in.

He didn’t ask you out of love- he asked you out of commitment- or that was at least what you thought.

The light drained from your face as you scoffed pushing yourself off of his bed.

“Really, James?” You asked.

Confused by your reaction, Bucky stiffened in his seat on the bed, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What?” He asked.

You couldn’t help, but laugh at his naivety.

“You’re kidding me, right?” You scoffed once again. “You know- I thought you had moved past all this old-fashioned stuff. It’s not the 40′s anymore, Buck. You don’t have to marry me because you think you ‘knocked me up’ or whatever. Don’t let little old me hold you down.”

“Woah- what the fuck?” Bucky asked in a raised voice, genuinely shocked.

“-Because I don’t want you marrying me because you feel like you have to.” You continued. “I’d want you to marry me for me.”

“Do you think I want to marry you because you’re pregnant?” He asked.

Cooling down and wringing your hands, you nodded. “Yeah.”

You could tell just by looking at him that he was hurt not just by his gunshot wound that was still healing, but by your words.

He found it hard to believe that you could possibly think that he would only want to marry you out of circumstance and not because he had an undying love for you or because he couldn’t see himself living life without you by his side. You were the first thing he thought about every moment when he woke up and the last thing he thought about when he went to bed every night. You practically made the world spin round so how could you possibly believe that he wouldn’t want to marry you out of pure love and devotion to you?

Before he had the chance to say any of that though, the door to the hospital room behind you swung open and Sam stood in the doorway. Sensing the tension in the room he eyed the two of you.

“Did I... miss something?” He asked, focusing his attention on Bucky.

You shook your head, wrapping yourself in your arms. Just when you were about to excuse yourself from the room, you saw Sam holding his hand suspiciously behind his back.

“What’s that?” You asked, pointing at him.

Sam decided that the wall behind you was very interesting in that moment as he avoided looking at you. “Nothing.”

You eyed him warily and watched as his gaze fell on Bucky still sat in the hospital bed.

“Sam...” You said.

“What?” He replied. “There’s nothing behind my back. I just... like... putting my hand... there.”

You watched your boyfriend sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Glancing between the two men, you reached behind Sam’s back and stole the box from his hands. As soon as your eyes met the small, black velvet box you felt all the air escape your body. You looked at your boyfriend before opening the box.

Inside sat a beautiful diamond ring.

“... Buck?” You asked, slowly stepping towards him.

He gave you a soft smile. “If you don’t like it you can tell me. I picked it out with Steve-”

“You picked it out with Steve?” You asked, smiling. “That means...”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Picked it out seven months ago... before...”

You knew what he meant- before his best friend decided to leave the modern age to go back to the forties, leaving Bucky here. Although you knew is was a hard topic to discuss, knowing the truth lifted a weight off of your chest. He didn’t propose to you in the heat of the moment because you were pregnant- he had been planning on proposing to you for over half a year. Not only was he planning on proposing for that long, but before you told him you were pregnant he must of asked Sam to pick up the ring.

You felt guilty for yelling at him earlier and for believing that he didn’t have your best intentions in mind, but overall you were just so overjoyed to know that you were going to spend the rest of your life with the man in front of you.

“I love you.” You told him in a hushed voice, sitting yourself back down on the side of his bed.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, gently taking the box out of your hand.

You couldn't help but smile.

“Yes.” You laughed. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Although Bucky Barnes was known for his infamous glare, he couldn’t help but smile in that moment, the pieces in his life finally falling into place after all this time. He couldn’t possibly be happier.

When he finally tore his eyes away from your smiling face that he swore would rival any goddess’, he shakily took the ring out of the box, took your left hand in his vibranium one and slipped the diamond engagement ring over your ring finger.

Before you could let him say another word, you leaned forward, cupping his face in your hands and kissed him. You couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss, so filled with love and joy that you could barely contain it.

When you finally pulled away, you still couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, so wide it almost hurt your cheeks.

As the smile fell from your boyfriend’s face you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What is it?” You asked him, fiddling with engagement ring on your finger.

“Did....” He began glancing between a still silent Sam and you. “Did you agree to go on a mission when you knew you were pregnant?”

Instead of meeting your boyfriend- no- fiancé’s eyes, you decided to admire your ring. “Uh...”

Bucky didn’t have a chance to press you further on the topic when the other man standing beside you’s voice rang through the room.

“Wait! You’re pregnant?”

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24 Hours

When something is right, you hold onto that; for Bruno, he plans to do just that.

bruno carrelli x reader

gender neutral pronouns

TW: none

taglist: @druigss @hexluvswanda

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Graduation: the day that everyone has worked four long, hard years for. Between dealing with extensive homework and grouchy professors, Y/n wasn't sure that they'd ever make it. But here they were on a sunny and warm May day, walking across the stage to get that degree. And the best part was that their beloved best friend and boyfriend, Bruno, was there in the crowd watching them. Being the little genius that he was, Bruno had started college during his Junior year of high school, and therefore graduated long before Y/n did. But it ended up working out, because while they weren't going to school together, Bruno became Y/n's biggest cheerleader. He was a massive reason they were even wearing that cap and gown, always pushing them on when they wanted to quit.

When all was said and done, Y/n was desperately searching for their cap after throwing it up into the air with everyone else. As they walked with their eyes down, it suddenly manifested in the air before them, a pair of hands proffering it to them.

"You know, you really should take better care of your stuff."

Looking up, Y/n saw the most beautiful boy in the world, and promptly threw their arms around him. Bruno hugged them back, laughing as they spun round and round. Gently he pressed a kiss to their forehead before pulling away. Setting the cap back onto Y/n's head, Bruno straightened out the tassel, looking at Y/n proudly through teary eyes.

"Are you crying Carrelli?" Y/n teased, though their eyes were hardly dry.

"What? No...okay, well maybe a little. But I'm just so proud of you, you did it! It's the start of the rest of your life now."

Y/n intertwined their fingers with Bruno's, slightly swaying their hands between them. "Promise you'll be my side for all of it?"

"Promise." Bruno pressed a quick kiss to Y/n's lips before turning and leading them away. "Now come on, I promised the others I wouldn't keep you all to myself."

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The sun was starting to go down as Bruno drove Y/n home, having spent the afternoon celebrating with their family. One hand was on the steering wheel, with the other on Y/n's thigh, occasionally giving it a squeeze that meant "I'm here, and I love you."

When Bruno pulled into a driveway, Y/n was instantly confused. "Um B? I don't live here?"

"Come on, lets look inside real quick." Was all the blond said in response, a mischievous grin on his face.

Following their boyfriend, Y/n looked at the house before them. While it was obviously older, it was charming, looking very comfortable and sweet. A small yard had been carefully maintained by the previous owner, with flower beds and sturdy trees dotting the lawn. Bruno and Y/n followed the grassy, stone path up to the front door, which the former promptly opened and gestured for Y/n to step inside.

The inside of the house was as interesting as the outside, for while it was mostly bare, it felt welcoming, as if Y/n was coming home. It offered two bedrooms and one and a half bathrooms, but both those and the kitchens slowly captured Y/n's heart more and more. They found themself imagining how they would decorate if they lived here, but they couldn't imagine why or how Bruno got them into here.

The last room Bruno lead Y/n to was the living room, and as Y/n walked in, their eyes landed on a mantle and a small, square box that sat on top of it. A [your favorite flower] laid next to it, and as Y/n inspected it, curiosity got the best of them. Cracking the lid open, Y/n saw what looked to be an engagement ring inside.

"Hey Bruno, look what I found-" As Y/n turned around, they saw Bruno with one knee on the ground, one hand held out towards them.

Smiling gently, Bruno took a shaky breath. "Y/n Y/l/n, I have loved you from the very first day we met. You make me the happiest man in the world, simply by just being you every day. No matter what happens, I know that I don't want to go through life without you by my side. I know its a little soon, but I want to come home to you. To this home, which I know isn't much, but its yours- it's ours if you want it to be. So if you will, please marry me?"

Tears of happiness dropped from Y/n's eyes as they nodded emphatically, their smile stretching across their face. "Yes Bruno Carrelli, yes, a million times yes."

Bruno took the ring box from Y/n's hand, taking out the ring and placing it on their finger. Gently he pressed a kiss to the ring and finger, smiling at it as if he couldn't believe it. As he stood up, Y/n caught his lips with theirs, smiling into the kiss. Stood their in their new home, the young couple enjoyed the moment, the promise of their futures in the air.

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JJ Maybank x Reader

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Requests are open for any character!!

Part 2

Summary: JJ and the reader are both oblivious of the other's feelings. It took the reader being upset for something to finally happen. And when it does, he makes sure to make her feel good.

Warning: Smut. Oral(fem receiving). Fingering. Vaginal sex. Multiple orgasms.

JJ Maybank Masterlist

You sat in the passenger's seat of the van on the way back home. Silently while everyone else was laughing. You just stared out the window.

John B. looked at you while laughing. He hit your leg gently. "Hey, Earth to Y/N," he says, his eyes darting between you and the road. You hum, your mind still on another planet. But you turned to look at him. "You alright?" He asks, a slight concerned look coming across his features. You nod, forcing a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm good," you say. He nods, looking at the road. JJ turns, behind you, leaning inbetween your seat and your brothers.

"What's happening?" He asks, lighting a joint and looking at John B.

"Nothing," your brother says. You look at JJ while he was looking at your brother. Why did God have to create such a perfect person? And keep him just out of your reach?He suddenly turns head to look at you, and you quickly shift your gaze. He taps your arm, drawing your gaze back to him. He silently offers you the joint after he takes a hit himself. You sigh slightly, shaking your head.

JJ was confused to say the least. He didn't get why you looked so upset. And he didn't get why you'd say no to a joint if you were. He stared at you for a second, his brows furrowing in confusion. Meanwhile you looked back out the window, oblivious to the blonde's stare.

He turns back around to see Kie on her phone and Pope raising an eyebrow at him. JJ kicks the boy, knowing full well that Pope was the only one to have noticed JJ's gravitation towards you. Pope has mentioned to JJ multiple times how he knows that JJ has a crush on you.

After dropping off Kie and Pope, your exhausted brother goes straight inside to go to bed. You fall behind, sitting on the porch. JJ leans in the doorway, watching you for a minute. You smile slightly at him.

"What?" You ask. He smirks a little, shrugging as he walks over to you. He sits on the couch next to you, and arm going over your shoulders. He tugged you in a little bit.

"Gonna tell me why you're upset?" He asks. You look at him, confused.

"I'm not upset," you say. He rolls his eyes,

"Yeah you are. Now c'mon, what's up," he says. You shrug, looking down. He groans, letting his head fall back.

"I'm fine, J. I don't know, I just feel off I guess." He nods, hooking his free arm under your legs, pulling you to sit on him. You gave him a confused look, only a few inches separating the two of you.

"What'll make you feel better?" He asks. You looked down again, shrugging slightly. You knew JJ didn't like it when anyone was upset. He liked it when things were lighter. He just wanted to make you feel better. He was always good for that.

"I've just felt off all day. Sorry," you say quietly. He rubbed your leg softly, and he kisses your cheek, making a small smile creep onto your face. You met his eyes again, a little confused, but taking the moment nonetheless.

"Don't be sorry. It's alright. I just don't like seeing you upset," he says. You smile, wrapping your arms around the boy's neck and hugging him. His arms went around you, holding you tightly.

"You're amazing, J." He scoffs, a small chuckle following.

"Heard that before." You roll your eyes, pulling back just a little bit to glare at the boy. He just smirks a little bit. "I could show you a really amazing time." Natural flirt. Always has been. You push his shoulders a little, despite him still holding onto you. "C'mon, I know you like me." His joking wink following. You shake your head, smiling.

"No, I think you switched the two of us up," you say. His smirk slowly melted away, and he just thinks for a moment. "Oh, c'mon J, I'm just joking."

"But you're right," he says. You stared at him, unable to process what he said.

"What?" He stared at your face, almost like his mind was somewhere else. He must be delirious, right? "JJ, I think you should probably get to bed." You say, chuckling. He shakes his head, looking still a little out of it.

"No, you're right. You don't like me, but I like you. Pope knows it too. He's been telling me if I don't tell you, he will," he says, rolling his eyes. You stared at him. JJ. JJ Maybank. Your brother's bestfriend. Your bestfriend. An infamous flirt. Likes you?

"You..." your mouth fell open slightly, you didn't know what to say. You didn't know where to look or what to do. This perfect boy. This absolutely perfect human being. How could he like you? How could Pope not tell you!?

"I know you don't like me back. I just... you're, you're amazing too. I don't really do this emotional crap. But, you know, I just thought you should know," he says, avoiding looking at you. He was trying to play it cool, like he usually did when things got deep. He was usually awkward in those times.

You lean forward, kissing the corner of the boy's mouth. Basically kissing his cheek. You gently placed a hand on his cheek, turning his gaze back to you. You tested your forehead against his.

"I do like you, J. Like, an unhealthy amount of liking," you say, a small smile on your lips with the second part. He stares at you like you did to him a minute ago. You chuckled a little at the way his mouth fell open slightly. "Are you going to kiss me, or are you just going to sit there like a fish?" You ask. He suddenly snaps out of his thoughts, his eyes drifting to your lips for a second. Then his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips found yours a second later.

They were soft, and slow. Your hands slid into his hair, at the same pace the kiss was going. His thumb slid under your shirt, the rough skin of his hand a drast contrast to his lips. You try to pull him closer, if that was even possible at this point. Your fingers ran through his hair, something that wasn't actually unusual for the two of you. Sometimes, when JJ would stay at your house, when his dad got a little to bad, you helped your bestfriend get to sleep. You always tried your best to comfort him, and he did the same.

But it was different with his lips on yours. It was a different type of intimate. The kiss got deeper, and a little quicker. His tongue ran on you bottom lip, and you instantly opened your mouth to him.

He smirked against your lips a little. You were so quick to open up for him. The way your grip would tighten a little on his hair when he ran his hand on your side.

He hooked his arm under your legs lifting you up for two seconds, giving him time to get ontop of you. His smirk deepened when you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck. He rested one of his hands on the armrest of the couch, right beside your neck. His other hand found your hip, squeezing a little. You opened your legs, bending them, letting him rest inbetween them.

Even though he was running out of breath he didn't want to pull away from you. He was scared he'd had dreamed all of this. But you were running out of breath too. He didn't seem to care enough to stop kissing you in some way though. His lips left yours, and he kissed your jaw instead. You just kept trying to catch your breath. He peppered your jaw with light kisses. He started sucking on the skin below your ear, hear a soft moan escape your lips, encouraging him. He nipped at the skin, continuing to softly kiss down your neck looking for your soft spot.

You felt him swipe his tongue over the spot when he found it. Your hand tugged at his hair a little more. Your other hand, pulling at the collar of his shirt. Just trying to keep as much of him on you as possible.

He started sucking harsher at the soft spot, clearly trying to form a bruise this time. You tried to hold in a moan at the way his lips felt against your skin. You pressed your lips together, but the moan made itself heard. Embarrassingly loud. A tomato red blush made its way to your cheeks. You just felt his smirk come back even deeper against your skin.

Your hand made its way down to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up, trying to get him to let you take it off. He just kept kissing your neck, making his way back up, only to do the same thing to the other side of your throat. You were bordering panting.

"J, please," you say between breaths. He finally separates from you for a second. You quickly peel off the boys shirt. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt, unsure.

"Can I?" He asks. You nod quickly. "Words, Princess." You swallowed thickly.

"Yes," you say. He smiles, quickly throwing your shirt somewhere away from the couch. He stared down at you, almost unsure if you were real.

"Holy fuck, is this really happening?" He asks, almost to himself, staring down at your chest. You chuckled slightly, your hand finding his neck and pulling his lips to yours.

"I hope to God it is," you say against his lips. He smirks a little, his hand sliding behind you and quickly unclasping your bra, and throwing it somewhere with your shirt.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he says, kissing you again before sucking at your collarbone. His lips leaving wet kisses along your breasts. His tongue flicks at one of your nipples while he twists the other one with his fingers.

He sucks at your nipple, swirling his tongue, and listening to the beautiful whimpers and small moans that leave your mouth. Then, he gives the other breast the same amount of attention.

He plays with your waistband of your shorts for a minute. "Please, J."

"Please what, Princess? I need words," he says. You closed your eyes for a second.

"Make me feel good, J. Please," you practically beg. He thought he'd barely even started and he had you begging. He loved it. He smirks, kissing in the valley of your breasts. Then he starts continues his kisses slowly down your stomach. He slides your shorts off your legs, looking down at your underwear. He swears to himself, looking back up into your eyes. He kissed above the hem of your underwear.

"Mm, 'm gonna make you feel really good, okay, Princess?" He asks. You nod frantically. He chuckles to himself. He sits up a little, slowly taking off your underwear. "Wow, such a pretty little pussy. And so wet." He licks his lips looking back up at you. "This all for me, Princess?" He asks. You nod.

"All yours, J." His eyes darken a little.

"All mine," he mutters quietly. You almost didn't hear him. He stared at your completely naked body for a few moments. "You're gonna have to be quiet, okay, Princess?" He says. "I don't want John B. to wake up and have to stop, do you?" You shake your head.

"Please, J." He raises an eyebrow. You swallow. "I promise I'll be quiet." He smirks a little.

"Mm, good girl," he says. His hand slides up the inside of your thigh. "You're gonna cum on my fingers first, got it?" He says. You nod. He sighs. "Princess, I-"

"Got it. Please, please just touch me," you say. He smirks sliding his hand right past where you want him, back up to your breast. "JJ!" You cried, pouting. He chuckles.

"Fine, but I'll come back to my new friends later," he says. You open your mouth to say something, but then his finger pushes through your folds, inside of you. A moan falls from your lips almost instantly. You quickly press your lips together. He starts plunging the finger in and out of you, the cool metal of his ring a sweet contrast to the heat radiating off your body. He added another finger, and soon another. And curled all three of them. You had long since pressed your own hand to your mouth to try and suppress your sounds. He still sat inbetween your legs. Only his fingers touching you.

His hand spend up, and he felt you clench around his fingers. "There you go, baby. Cum for me." The coil in your stomach unravelled. Your back lifted off the couch a little, into the cooler air. You let your hand fall from your lips. A soft pant followed. He smiled down at you. "So good for me, Princess." He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks all the juices off of them. He looks down at his fingers and groans. "I think 'mma need to taste some more, alright Princess?" He asks.

"Yes, JJ, please." He chuckles pulling your legs further down the couch so you're completely layed out for him. He leans over kissing you deeply. You could still taste a bit of yourself on his tongue, making you moan.

"Just my tongue this time, Princess." You nod even though this time he wasn't asking. He smirks a little, putting your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your thighs, licking up any slick that he could before licking between your folds. A low moan slips past your lips, and your hips instantly try to find his face again.

"Quiet, Princess," he says warningly. Quickly he starts sucking on your sensitive bud. You bring your hand up to your mouth and bite down on your finger. JJ's tongue licks at your slit, and starts thrusting in a similar fashion as his fingers did a minute ago.

Eventually you found your coil releasing again. As he licked up everything that was coming his way he didn't stop. Not until he made you orgasm again. You pulled at his hair rather roughly, feeling heavier every second. He started writing something with his tongue.

"JJ's"

Of course.

You pulled at his hair again, and he finally pulled his face away from your pussy. He smiles down at you as he comes up to hover above you.

"I'm sorry, Princess, I couldn't help it. I love the way you taste." How was he forming such full scentences?

"'S okay," you say in a breathy voice. He wiped what was left of your slick off his face before leaning down and kissing you. Your hands reach down to his pants, trying to unbutton them. He pulls back a little, staring at you, glancing down a little.

"Are you sure, Princess?" He asks. You nod, he gives you a serious look, raising an eyebrow. You press your lips to his for a second.

"I want you inside me, J," you whisper. He groans softly. He stands up off the couch quickly. "J." He looks at you, almost nervous you changed your mind. "Protection?" He smirks a little, pulling a condom out of his pocket.

"I got it covered, Princess." He continues to take his pants off.

"You better," you say. He gives you a small, playful glare. He quickly climbs back ontop of you.

"What you don't wanna have my baby, Princess?" He asks, smirking a little. You roll your eyes.

"I'll think about it. But right now, wrap it up," you say. He raises an eyebrow, smirkint. You smile slightly, sitting up a little and taking the condom our of his hand. You open it, and roll it onto his shaft. He moans quietly at the feeling of your hands on his dick.

He lines up with your entrance. And then he slowly starts filling you up. He slowly pushes you back to lay down again, gently kissing your jaw. You whimper slightly and he stops when he only filled you up halfway. You held your breath, closing your eyes. You nodded, but didn't let go of the breath.

"Breathe, Princess. Take your time." He pecks your lips. "I just wanna make you feel good. We don't need to rush it." You take a deep breath, your hands on his shoulders. You took a couple more deep breaths to steady your breathing.

"Keep going," you say once you're ready. He nods and continues to fill you up, stretching you out. It'd been a while since you'd had sex. And you'd only had it once or twice. With the same guy. Who was definitely more about getting himself off than you. JJ already made you feel better than you'd ever felt.

He filled you up completely and didn't move, waiting for you to adjust.

"You can start moving, J," you say. He nods.

"You've gotta tell me if you want me to stop, alright Princess? 'Cause if you do, I will," he says. You nod.

"I know. Please, move, J." He nods. He slowly pulls back out of you, and then fills you back up again. He starts off slow. Eventually you start softly panting. "Please go faster, J." You say. He nods again, kissing your jaw and speeding up his movements. His hips snapped against your at a faster pace and the couch sqeaked a little. Quiet moans started falling from your lips. You were biting your tongue so hard to keep them quiet you were scared you'd draw blood.

JJ presses his lips to yours, allowing you to let your moans fall into his mouth instead. He groans softly when your walls tighten around him. You scratched at his back and tugged on his hair. Your grip tightens and your nails dig into his shoulder when his tip brushes your g-spot.

"Right there, J," you say. He uses his arm to pull your legs up higher, repeatedly hitting your spot perfectly again and again. You moan loudly against his lips. "So close, J, so close." He already knew that from the way you were tightening around him. He reached one hand down to rub figure eights on your clit. The added sensation makes you cum instantly. He wasn't far behind you.

He stayed inside you for a minute. You tried to catch your breath, exhausted. He finally pulled out of you and tied off the condom. You whimpered slightly at the sudden empty feeling. He kissed you gently for a second. Then he stood up, and gathered both of your clothes. You groan.

"JJ!" You say, thinking he was going to make you chase after him. You couldn't even sit up. He comes back with shorts on a minute later, one of his tshirts in his hand. Your eyelids were starting to feel heavy, and you gave him a confused look. He pulled you up a little bit, putting you in his shirt.

It was big, soft, and smelled like him. It was perfect. You smiled sleepily at him. He pulls you in to straddle his lap, and stands up fo carry you. "J?" You whisper.

"Yes, Princess?" He asks as he walks into your room.

"I lied. I don't think I like you," you say sleepily. He chuckles.

"Oh, you don't now, huh?" He asks. You shake your head. He gently lays you down on your bed, finding the sheets already pulled back for you to lay down. You sigh, comfortable.

"No. I love you," you say. He stares at you for a second while you continue to hold onto his arm.

"I love you too, Princess," he says. You smile, half asleep. He pulls the blankets over you. He lets go of you and you whimper slightly, forcing your heavy eyes open.

"You're not leaving, are you?" You ask. He smiles, shutting the door and turning off your light. He kisses your forehead, climbing into the bed beside you.

"Never." You hum happily, as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you in. He tucks you into him, and you lay your head down on his chest. "You feel better now?" He asks, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Mm, 100%." He smiles, kissing your forehead again. "G'night, J."

"G'night, Princess."

[moonxbabe]

vinnie hacker smut - take it out on me -

hi readers - this was another request I had, not my best work and also pretty short so I apologize but hope you like it - also - this story has a bit of that cigarette incident with Vinnie, but I do NOT care that he smokes, sadly I find it attractive (I know, I'm the worst) but anyway Its just a story.

warning: smut 18+

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Vinnie groans exiting his now stalled car on the side of the road. He slams the door closed causing Jett to jump as he gets out as well. 

“Let me make some calls so someone can come out here and get us, dont stress,” Jett assures him as best as he can but he already knows Vinnies had a rough day and there's only so much he can say to make it better. 

Vinnie moves both his hands to the back of his neck holding it tightly pacing by the front of the car ignoring Jetts attempt at comfort. He pulls out his phone and opens your text thread typing. 

Vinnie: I'm having the worst day. 

You read his text and sigh knowing it was coming. A few hours ago Tik Tok room also blew up a post at their weekly attempt to “Cancel Vinnie Hacker” along with his meeting regarding the boxing match that he never got paid for. Things just weren't going his way today and when that happens he falls deep into the dark. 

You: Come over?

Vinnie: I'm stuck on the side of the road. I don't even want to talk about it. I'm turning my phone off. 

You read his text and slightly frowned. You knew he was in a bad mood but you hated when he pushed you away and wouldn't even let you help. You decided to grab your things and go to the Hype House to wait for him to get back. 

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Vinnie storms into his bedroom slamming the room shut startling you as you sit on his bed slowly closing your laptop. He turns around and slams his first against the back of the door leaning his head against it for a moment before turning around to press his back to it and slides down taking his head in his hands. 

“Hey hey, let's breathe for a second?” You say softly approaching him, getting down to sit in front of him. You touch his arms gently stroking them softly with your thumbs. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” He finally responds after a few moments and sighs, leaning his head back against the door. He takes one of your hands and squeezes it softly, intertwining your fingers. 

“You didn't, I'm just worried about you,” You brought his hand up to kiss it softly. He closes his eyes for a minute before opening them.

“I'm just tired, tired of everything,” He lets go of your hand and slowly gets up “I need a cigarette” He walks over to his dresser pulling out the box. 

“Vinnie,” you say with a warning as he pulls one out of the box and attempts to find a lighter. 

“Don't start with me, y/n. I'm not in the mood,” He doesn't bother to look at you as he continues to search for the lighter. 

“I promised your mom that I’d make sure you didn't smoke anymore,” you walked over to him annoyed and attempted to take the cigarette out of his mouth. 

“You really think I care about the promise you made to my mom right now, y/n? I don't give a fuck,” He grabs your arms, slightly pushing them away. You frown at his reaction.

“Okay but I don't want you to do it,” you hold back tears as he tries to walk past you but you hold him. He doesn't say anything but attempts his best to avoid eye contact. He knew he was hurting you but he was hurting himself and the battle within him was strong. 

“Stop,” you grab his face with both your hands using your thumbs to stroke his cheeks softly before using one hand to tuck some of his curls away “I know you're hurting right now, but-- but-- this isn't going to help,” you search his face for a moment as he still doesn't look at you, you take a moment before saying anything else “Take it out on me, let me make you feel good,” you say quietly waiting for him to say something, anything. His eyes linger for a moment before finally looking into yours causing your body to somewhat relax. 

He still doesn't say a word, but moves his hand up to grab your neck slightly pulling you closer, his lips crashing onto your kissing you hungerly not wasting a second. He groans softly as you suck at his bottom lip sliding your tongue into his mouth. He moves his other hand deep into your hair, gripping it pulling you even closer to him, you can almost taste his pain. He bites at your bottom lip tugging at it before pulling away to take your hand leading you to the bed. 

“Knees, now.” He says sternly as you nod and get down onto your knees looking up at him. He started to undo his jeans, pushing them down along with his tight boxers freeing his hardness. You bite the inside of your cheek in anticipation as he nods looking down at you giving you permission. He sits at the edge of the bed as you get closer in between his legs. 

You take his dick in your hands stroking it, causing him to let out a soft groan before leaning in closer and slowly taking it into your mouth. His hand quickly finds its way deep into your hair once more grabbing it as he lets out another groan at the feeling. You begin to bob your head up and down his length, allowing your tongue to roam all over before pulling up and using it to gently lick his tip a few times.

“Fuck baby, so good” He moans gripping your hair tighter as he watches you work. Your mouth slides over his dick again, taking in as much as you can using your hands to stroke the rest.

“Be a good girl and take it all,” He groans and pushes your head further down on his cock causing you to slightly gag but you continue as tears form in your eyes. Your hand strokes his balls as your tongue proceeds to lick all over. You begin to feel his dick twitch in your mouth as you slightly hum sending vibrations along it. 

“I'm so close baby, don't stop,” He moans softly, stroking your hair as you keep bobbing your head faster taking him all in as his tip hits the back of your throat. His hips buckle up as he grips your hair once more pulling your head back, you continue to stroke him as your mouth remains open, sticking your tongue out ready for his load. He shuts his eyes and lets out a loud grunt cumming into your mouth as you lick your lips and swallow. 

“My good fucking girl,” He says in a husky tone and wipes off remaining cum from your lips with his thumb shoving it into your mouth, his eyes locked on yours as you suck it clean. His hand slides down to grab your neck again pulling you close. 

“Open,” He says and without hesitation you open your mouth as he leans in to spit in it. You swallow as a slight grin appears on his face, he pulls you in kissing you hard. 

“Such a good little slut for daddy huh?” You slightly bit your lower lip and nod. 

“Do we think she deserves a reward?” His hand slides up to grab your jaw as you both don't break eye contact. 

“Yes daddy,” you almost whine and nod once more. He studies you for a moment before nodding.

“Get up, lay down,” He pats at the edge of the bed, you do as he says and wait for him as he pulls off his tshirt leaving himself completely naked aside from his silver chains around his neck. You bit your lip at the view of him wanting him deep inside you. You press your thighs together but he's quick to push them apart, grabbing the edge of your shorts, pulling them down and throwing them off to the side. 

“Those look so good on you,” He licks his lips at your black lace thong “But sadly they have to come off,” He rips them off tossing them as well. 

“Vinnie I just b--!” you attempt to say but get cut off by his warning look shutting you up. He leans over moving his hand to your neck once more pulling you in to kiss you deeply as his other hand cups your pussy causing you to slightly moan into the kiss. 

He slides two fingers in between your folds feeling your wetness and pulls away to groan softly against your lips. 

“Look at you, so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you,” He rubs your clit causing you to moan once more as your back slightly arches off the bed. He slowly enters two fingers into you pumping them in and out at a steady pace. 

“Vinnie,” you bit your lower lip moving your hand down to grip his. 

“I want to taste you,” He said in a husky tone, getting down pushing your legs even more apart and replacing his thumb on your clit with his tongue sucking at it. 

“Oh my-- don't stop” your hand moved to grip his hair pushing him further in, your eyes rolled back at the pleasure as his fingers continued to work in and out of you at a fast pace. 

“Cum for daddy,” He whispered against your heat before letting his tongue trailed up and down causing your legs to shake. You felt your walls begin to clench around his fingers as he suddenly curled them hitting your g-spot,  you tried to push his head away from the overwhelming pleasure but he didn't budge. 

“V-Vin, I'm about to cum” you moaned loudly gripping his curls harder as your climax took over. He slowly pulled his fingers out, licking them all over as he leaned back down to lick you clean. You groaned softly, closing your legs still sensitive from your over stimulation. 

“Delicious,” He said quietly before leaning over kissing your lips softly. Your eyes fluttered tired from your high. Before you knew it you were flipped over on your stomach and he was behind you.

“Ass up baby,” He growled, giving your behind a hard slap, causing you to wince but you followed his orders quickly. You got on all four as he positioned himself behind you. One hand gripped your hip as the other slid up your back to the back of your neck pushing it down into the bed. 

“I said ass,” He ordered once more as you nodded. Your cheek pressed to the bed sheets as you bit your lower lip nervous but also excited. You liked it when he played rough, but he was also in a bad mood today so you didn't know what to expect. Before you could even have another thought he slammed into you hard causing you to scream gripping the sheets next to you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight” He groaned at the feeling as he thrusted in and out of you at a fast and hard pace as his anger got the best out of him. It hurt but you tried your best to keep it together in hopes it would get better. Your teeth sunk harder into your bottom lip as your eyes shut feeling him deep inside you as he kept going with no remorse. 

“Vin, slow down” You mumbled moving your hand behind you pushing him back a bit. He grabbed your hand and moved it down to press it above your head into the bed. 

“Take it like the good little slut you are,” His voice husky as he leaned in to growl in your ear, holding your hand in place for a few moments before moving it in between the both of you to slowly rub your clit. His thrusts slowed down a bit but remained just as hard causing you to moan. He rubbed your clit harder as his other hand gripped tightly at your hip keeping a good rhythm going. 

“Yes, yes right there,” you moaned loudly at the feeling as your eyes rolled back, your hips meeting his with every thrust. You could feel his dick in your stomach from how deep he was.

“There she is,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he picked up his pace again. The room filled with skin slapping skin noises as he watched himself slide in and out of you. His hand on your hip slid up your back once more reaching your hair and grabbing it all together tugging at it. It hurt but in the best way. You could feel your climax coming as you turned into a moaning mess. 

“You feel so good baby, I love the way your pussy feels around my dick,” He groaned as his words sent chills down your spine causing your legs to shake. He leaned his head back before lifting his leg up fucking into you hard from a different angle finding your g-spot once again. 

“Holy shit, Vin,” you cried in pleasure as you felt your walls begin to clench around his dick. “I'm about to cum,” 

“Hold it,” He demanded and kept going, wanting to climax at the same time. Your body was shaking uncontrollably as you gripped the sheets tighter. His hand on your clit not moving driving you insane.

“I'm close, don't you dare cum” He groaned as you felt his dick twitch inside of you, feeling like you were ready to explode. 

“Vinnie,” you moaned loudly as he moved his hand shoving you into the bed getting in a few more thrusts.

“Cum baby,” He moaned, stiffening inside you as you immediately came all over his dick. You both rode out your highs as he slowly pulled out of you grabbing a towel to clean you up as you laid there tired and breathless. 

After throwing the towel in his basket he walked back over to the bed as you turned over on your back grabbing a blanket to cover yourself. He laid next to you putting his arm around you pulling you to him as you both stayed silent for a few minutes. 

“Was it too much for you?” He said quietly looking down at you as you hugged into his chest. He felt guilty for taking it out on you.

“No, im fine Vin” you nodded and looked up reassuring him. He gave you a slight smile kissing your forehead. 

“I'm sorry about earlier,” He sighed, “I shouldn't have shoved you like that or said what I said,” He leaned his head back against the headboard. 

“It's okay, I know you're having a rough time right now, I just wish you’d talk to me instead of shut me out,” you looked up at him and placed a hand on his cheek stroking it softly with your thumb, he leaned into it closing his eyes for a moment before nodding. 

“I know, its stupid of me, I just get too deep into myself sometimes,” His eyes fluttered open as he reached for your hand placing his over it before taking it and kissing the inside of your palm. 

“I love you, thank you for caring for me and still sticking around even though I can be a shit boyfriend,” He held your hand tightly.

“You don't need to say that and you are not a shit boyfriend Vin, I care because I love you and want you to be happy” you kissed his bare chest as he held onto you tightly. 

“You make me happy, only you” He leans in to kiss you softly as you kiss him back smiling. 

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[lexlexlee]

"CRAVING"

Mitsuya takashi x reader

Summary:you are craving for sweets but takashi is craving for you

WARNING: f!ngering, oral sex(female receiving), n!pple play, organsm, food play.

TIMESKIP AU:

Mitsuya is 26

Y/n is 23

🔞READ AT YOUR OWN RISK🔞

You are scrolling on social media and lately you've been seeing a lots of sweet foods,this made you crave for them.

Takashi is currently working at hinata's wedding dress and you two haven't done it yet since last month making him crave for you.

You are going out when mitsuya appeared on your back and called you.

"Where are you going?"

"Hmmm?... Ah iam going to buy something to eat."you answered leaving a smile.

"Be back fast"

"Of course"you smiled and kiss him at the cheek before leaving,mitsuya didn't notice that a tent has formed in his crotch.

"Ugh...what the fuck?"he feels more sensitive, whenever you will touch him or kiss him he will get hard.

As soon as you got back mitsuya approached you and hugging you from behind while you are on the kitchen eating ice cream, after you got back he became touchy towards you and you clearly know that he is needy.

You let him do what he wants,he lays his head at your neck and snuggling between your boobs,he will also lick your neck and slip his hand under your shirt.

You'll also see him hard but you keep your innocent face and keep quiet.

"Mitsuya aren't you going to do anything today?"you ask him while you stroke his hair,he is laying his head between your thighs while you still eat those ice cream.

"No"

"Are you sure?"

"Maybe i have"

"What is it then?"

He looks at you and smirked"i dunno... pleasure you maybe?"he said his grin is growing bigger making you gulp.

"I mean we haven't done it yet since last month."he unzip your shorts using his mouth,he also pulls your panty using his mouth.

He saw how soaked you are"fuck...your so wet"he chuckled,he give your p!ssy cat licks and snatch your ice cream.

"W-wait,why?"

"So it'll add some flavor"this make your face red and you cant even look at him in the eye,you also feel more sensitive than usual especially its been a long time since you two have intercourse.

He spill the ice cream in your p!ssy making you gasp"its cold!".

"Is it?"

"Y-yes"

"Dont worry my tounge is hot... it'll warm up soon."

He then started to lick the ice cream all over,making you moan in mess,oh how he love to see you moan when he is pleasuring you, it's a big pride for him to make you feel good.

He is swirling his tounge and push it one's he lick all the ice cream all over.your walls clenched and you felt a knot forming up,he keeps on swirling his tounge inside you making you arch your back in pleasure.

You are biting your lip hard not wanting to make any noise since there are people downstairs.

"Come on darling,dont hold your moans back"he said kissing your inner thighs and kissing your p!ssy.

"B-but"

"I wanna hear it"he said in a seductive tone,he pushes his finger inside you making you gasp,he thrust his finger slowly until you get used to it,he added another finger when you moan in pleasure.

He ripped your shirts off revealing your boobs,your nipples are rock hard,his other hand plays with you nipple pinching and sucking it while his other hand are busy fingering you.

You cum once again but that didn't make him stop,he got more encourage when he saw you making a lewd face.

He squeezed your boobs and suck your nipple hard,making you moan again.

"That right moan my name~"he said smirking while he bites your nipple gently"tell them who gave you this much pleasure,tell them who owns your slutty p!ssy"

"Ah~ yes ahhm m-more"you moan loud enough for the people to hear downstairs."ahh m-mitsuya"you wrap your arms around his neck three of his fingers are still thrusting in your wet core,your walls are clenching each timevhe hits your gspot making you cum for the fifth time.

"I-i dont want your f-finger ahh~"

"Really?why?does my finger doesn't satisfy you anymore?"he ask.

"Ahh n-no..."

"Then what do you want?"he ask while he swirl his tounge in your nipple and his hand massaging your boobs.

"Y-your dick"you spread your legs wider"i want it inside me"you said with a lewd face.

He smirk when he saw you spread your legs more like a whore.he stop fingering you and back off,he then unbuckle his belt showing his erected member.

"Time for the real show"

//END//

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[avintagekiss24]

one cup sugar, one cup spice | a. barber

→ pairing: andy barber x black!reader

→ word count: 7074

→ warnings: age gap, corruption kink, innocent reader, daddy kink, pain kink, smut, sex, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, hand job (male receiving)

→ author note: happy holidays my dudes! what i would do to have andy barber standing in my kitchen... anyway, reader is i n n o c e n t, but totally of age, and in college. as always, line breaks by @firefly-graphics​, gif by @evansensations​

There’s a light dust of white covering the green lawns and black asphalt of the street. You shiver as you follow your parents out towards their car, pulling your beanie down over your ears before you shove your hands into your navy blue Dartmouth hoodie.

“Honey,” your mom coos, turning back towards you as your dad loads the car, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? Your aunt has plenty of room.”

“I’m positive,” you laugh, “Aunt Sohpie and I don’t get along that great anyway.”

“Well, you could try a little harder.”

Your mouth drops open, eyes wide as you stare at her, “She called me a stuck up, yuppie bitch when I told her I wasn’t going to stop using deodorant.”

Your dad chuckles, prompting a swift slap to the shoulder from your mother before she turns back towards you, “Sophie is a free spirit. She doesn’t believe in putting chemicals in or on her body. One week of trying to get along won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, it’ll hurt,” you answer, pulling her into a hug, “Smelling her B.O. for a week would actually kill me.”

Your mother tuts, pulling back and slumping her shoulders a little as she squeezes your sides gently, “I don’t want to leave you here alone for Christmas.”

“Oh, stop badgering the girl. She’ll be fine,” your dad cuts in, kissing your forehead when he approaches, “She had a tough semester, she’s allowed some alone time. Be good, baby. I left a credit card on my desk for any emergencies.”

You smile warmly, “Thanks daddy.”

There’s a sound of a door opening, then closing, heavy footsteps against the old wood of the porch next door, “Oh, Andy,” your mom calls towards the neighbor, “You got a minute?”

Your face scrunches as you glance over at your father, who sighs heavy, “Don’t get mad, baby.”

“Why would I get mad?”

“She kinda, you know,” he shrugs, knocking his head back and forth, “Asked the neighbor to look in on you while we’re gone,” when your face drops, he throws up his hands, “I didn’t do it, she did.”

“Mom!” You hiss, flipping your eyes to the tall, dark haired man cutting across his front lawn, “I don’t need a babysitter! I’m twenty years old!”

“Hush,” she whispers, plastering a smile on her face as she wraps her arm around your waist, “Sorry to bother you, Andy.”

“Oh, no, no, no. It’s okay, I was just checking the mail.”

You’re angry and embarrassed as the tall, older man approaches, but a sudden heat blooms across your chilled brown skin. Pushing your glasses up your nose, you take a heavy breath, expelling it hard as you eye him. You’ve only really seen him in passing, throwing your hand up in a friendly wave as you jogged into your childhood home during a long weekend away from school. You only vaguely remember him moving in about a year or two before. Hell, you don’t even think the two of you have uttered anything more than just a neighborly ‘hey’, and now, thanks to your mother, he’s going to be keeping an eye on you.

Just wonderful.

She smiles proudly, “You remember our daughter, right?”

“I do,” he smiles slowly, an intense pair of blue-green eyes bouncing between yours, “We’ve run into each other a few times over the years. How you doin’ kiddo?”

He reaches out, extending a large palm and long fingers. You take it gently, smiling soft as you drop your eyes from his, nerves suddenly pooling in your stomach, “Um, good. Thanks for asking. How um,” you swallow, glancing back up at him, finding his eyes still centered on you, “How are you?”

He shrugs, but keeps your much smaller hand in his, “Can’t complain.”

“Listen, honey,” your mom starts, “I asked Mr. Barber to pop over and check on you every now and again while we’re gone.”

“Mother,” fake laughter filling the air, your face hot from being annoyed to all hell, “I’m not a child, and I’m sure Mr. Barber has better things to do with his time than to check on me constantly.”

“It’s no problem,” he shrugs again, those eyes of his now roaming, down your body, then up again, slowly, “I have the next couple of weeks off myself.”

“Congrats on the promotion, by the way.” Your father smiles, finally drawing Andy’s attention away from you. He nudges your side with his elbow, “Andy’s the new District Attorney.”

You keep your eyes on the tall Andy, sliding them the length of his body. He’s sturdy. Broad shoulders not so hidden underneath his zip up hoodie, clinging to thick biceps. Dark jeans accentuate long legs and a little waist. A perfect, full beard lines his strong jaw and chin. Two enormous hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants, so large that they don’t even fit right… You inhale deep, drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, sinking your teeth into the flesh as a tiny moan slips through.

Blue eyes snap to you again as it sounds. God. Your lips part, eyes widen as they stare back at him in embarrassment. He just smiles again, slow and seemingly knowing; his eyes falling down your frame again.

“We better go if we’re gonna miss traffic, hun.” Your dad’s voice suddenly breaks into your conscience, snapping you out of the small trance that Andy Barber has leveled over you, “Andy, thanks for watching over our baby while we’re gone.”

Andy winks at you, “I won’t hover, I promise. If you need anything, at any time, I’m right next door, okay? Better yet, let me give you my number.”

You nod quick, clearing your throat as you fumble around with your phone, pulling it out of your hoodie and handing it over to him, “Sure, yeah. Th-thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Andy,” he corrects, reaching out and cupping your elbow gently, “Please.”

Another warmth spreads through you, emanating from the contact, making you giggle and smile nervously like a stupid girl before you get a hold of yourself and blink away. You all exchange another round of pleasantries, Andy wishing your parents a safe trip before he locks eyes with you again— biting his lip as he blinks and hands your phone back before turning away and heading towards his mailbox.

Almost frozen in place, you blink as you watch him move across his grass, forcefully swallowing. You really need to get out more.

One last hug from your mom and dad and you wave as they pull out of the driveway, your mom waving excitedly at you through the windshield. Rolling your eyes, but smiling wide, you return a wave before heading back inside, locking the door behind you before making a brisk b-line to the front door.

Andy’s still outside, pushing the green trash cans up against his garage as you peek out at him from behind the thin, white, door curtains. He throws open one of the lids before dipping his head, eyeing the mail in his hand as he flips through it slowly, tossing the junk into the open can. A pink blush piques on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, lips red with the chill. He looks up suddenly— out of nowhere— and cocks his head, letting another smile curl onto his lips when the two of you make eye contact again.

You gasp and jump back, instantly turning on your heel to run up the stairs towards your bedroom, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The smell of fresh baked cookies fills the house as you pull a pan from the oven. You hum in satisfaction, a small smile on your face as you scoop the sugar cookies onto the cooling rack before pulling your mom’s Santa Claus mittens off your hands and tossing them to the counter. Last Christmas by Wham plays from the small bluetooth speaker in the corner of the kitchen, A Charlie Brown Christmas on mute playing from the ipad leaning against the utensil holder.

There’s a random crackling from the fire you started in the living room as you move around, a whir from the mixer as it beats the eggs, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and corn syrup together. You dip your finger into the mixture, popping it into your mouth and groaning as the sweetness explodes on your tongue before you pull the beaters out, slipping your finger down the stainless steel to collect the icing still stuck to them.

A knock sounds from the front door, permeating through the rather quiet house. You lean to the side, blinking at the door as a shadow shifts through the windows on either side. Shoving the icing laden finger into your mouth, you jog towards the door, bare feet heavy against the wood floor.

“One second, one second,” you mumble, wiping your hands on your pale pink cotton shorts before you tug at your hoodie and unlock the door. A sharp inhale of cold air fills your chest when you pull open the door to find one Andy fucking Barber standing on the opposite side, “Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Hey,” he smiles, “It’s been a few days, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Being a biomedical engineering student, you can rattle off some of the most difficult, obscure words known to man with exactly zero problems. When it comes to social interaction with the hot, forty-something, lawyer next door? Your tongue is heavy, your brain… dumb.

His smile widens as you blink like a moron, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead as he waits for you to talk. Here’s the part where you speak, dumbass! “Um,” you stutter, “Sorry, I, uh, yeah, I’m okay. I’m good, sorry.”

“Smells good in here.”

Nodding, you bite your lip, your eyes everywhere but on his face— his stare just too much, “I’m making cookies.” you glance over your shoulder before you point, “Do you want to make some? I mean,” you slam your eyes closed, “Do you want to try some? Not, some, one, do you— do you want to try one? Or some… I guess… whatever.”

Idiot. You’re a bumbling, stumbling, idiot.

He chuckles, the rumble low and deep as he runs one of those big ass hands through his dark, soft looking hair, “That is the best offer I’ve had all day.”

He steps over the threshold, his fingers brushing over yours as he reaches to close the door. You snatch your hand from it quickly, wringing it within the other as you turn awkwardly and move towards the kitchen, swallowing hard, suddenly hyper aware of how bare your legs are.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” Andy starts from behind you, “I’m surprised to find you here and not out with some friends.”

You move behind the marble topped island in the center of the kitchen as Andy walks around the opposite side. His eyes are on you again, staring as you fumble with the spatula, your fingers going as dumb as your brain, dropping it with a loud clang. You don’t even know why— okay, you know why, but this is something deeper, something you haven’t experienced before.

“Oh,” you shrug, “No, I uh, I just kinda like to stay around the house.”

He nods slowly, “A homebody, huh? Me too.”

He makes you dizzy; his masculinity is intimidating. It fills up every little space in the room. His intelligence— worldly, experienced—  oozes from him. He looks like you could ask him anything, anything, and he’d have the right answer for you. He could teach you a thing or two, that’s for sure.

A shudder creeps through your body, heat blooming across your skin, having to shift on your feet as your stomach flutters while you focus on icing this stupid cookie. The physical space he takes up unnerves you too. That wide, towering frame looming over you. Deft, thick fingers tapping gently against the countertop as you stumble around, your hands shaky.

There’s a stickiness. A warm, little wet spot in the center of your panties as stupid thoughts run through your stupid brain. You’re being ridiculous. Like this grown man would be interested in an inexperienced, socially awkward, in bed by eight thirty, little girl. Get a grip.

You slather some icing over the warm cookie and cautiously hand it towards him, clearing your throat and forcing a smile. Wringing your hands again, you find a little courage to lift your eyes just as he pops the small cookie into his mouth, closing his eyes as he chews slowly, a grunt sounding from deep in his throat.

Every muscle in your body clenches at the sound. It’s gorgeous— and if there’s anything your body appreciates, it’s a gorgeous man with a gorgeous grunt.

“It’s okay?” You squeak, timid and small before you nervously clear your throat.

“Shit, girl,” he moans again, licking his lips as he extends his hand again, “I could eat every single one of these.”

Nervous fingers clutch another cookie, adding a dollop of icing before you hand it over to him, eyes drifting up his chest and to his face as he devours the second treat. Your curious eyes watch with a longing. Pretty, thick, dark eyelashes closing again, splashing across smooth, slightly reddened cheeks. A pink tongue darts out of a wet mouth to slip along an inviting— too inviting— bottom lip, and you zero in on it. Chest rising and falling a little harder as you blink, in your own little world as you imagine just how much experience those lips, that tongue has.

There’s a hint of blue suddenly, his eyes no longer closed, now set squarely on you as those sickenly perfect white teeth emerge with another sly smile.

Another wave of embarrassment pushes through your veins, but you can’t look away from him this time. Locked in a heated stare, mind racing, palms sweaty as you watch Andy dip his index finger into the bowl of icing, scooping the sugary mix onto the pad of his digit.

“You like watching me, huh?”

Your mouth parts to answer, but nothing comes out, mouth and throat suddenly dry. He laughs at you, standing there, dumb and nervous, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pushes the tip of his finger into his mouth, sucking the icing from it slowly.

He’s moving, that much your brain can comprehend. Moving around the island, sliding the bowl of icing right to the edge where he dips his finger again, curling it to collect another glob.

Shallow, shaky breaths escape the small part in your lips, your chest and stomach so tight you’re surprised you can breathe at all. As it is, you have to rest your palm against the marble island, just to keep from falling over.

A long arm slips around your waist, nudging you forward— closer— so close that when one of those shallow, little breaths pushes out, your chest, well, your tits, brush against his. You picked a fine day to go without a bra. He drops his free hand to your waist, pushing it underneath your oversized hoodie to feel your skin as he wraps those long fingers around your hip, giving it a squeeze before he cups your chin.

“You have a boyfriend back at that fancy ass school?” He asks, eyes hooded as he tilts your head upward.

A hum vibrates through your chest before there’s a quick shake of your head as he pushes the icing over your bottom lip, smearing the sugary mix along it. He keeps your chin anchored in his hand as he stares down at you through slits, his own mouth dropping open as he coaxes yours.

“No, a smart girl like you doesn’t have time for boys, does she?” He purrs, “You probably haven’t even been touched by a boy.”

A squeak chokes in your throat as he teases you, pushing that finger back and forth, the tip pushing ever so gently into your mouth. He chuckles again, real low, menacing almost as he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“Ya know,” he starts, thumbs stroking your chin and jaw, “This Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you than my finger.” He smiles again, tilting his head, “Can I see?”

You mewl, pitiful and small as emotion pools in your eyes. You’re overwhelmed— nervous and unsure, wanting to be perfect. Womanly— but surely falling flat.

“Oh, baby,” he laughs, sweeping his thumbs underneath your eyes to catch the hot streaks, “Awww, it’s okay.”

Andy pushes in close, his lips brushing yours as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of yours, a low sound thrumming in his throat. He presses his cheek against your face, the soft hair of his beard pushing along your skin, goosebumps popping up all over. Your bodies start to sway in a slow rhythm, side to side, his warm breath washing over you as he smiles.

He pulls away, eyes traveling your face, “You haven’t even been kissed before?” When you don’t answer, he closes his eyes, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “No? Oh, my sweet girl. That is just,” he groans, eyes twinkling with an emotion you don’t even understand, “You are so perfect— so good.”

His forehead comes to rest on yours, his hands still corralling your face, fingers sticky. His tongue darts out quick, licking at your lips, dragging up to the tip of your nose. You shudder, bleating as the rough velvet passes over your mouth.

Andy moans again, sucking the icing into his mouth and swallows slow, “Yum.”

You’re jittery— clammy, as labored breaths push out of your mouth, a murky fog clouding your brain. Shaky whirs tremble through your chest as you shift on your feet, your panties sticking to your now throbbing pussy. Andy closes the distance between your mouths again, his eyes hooded as he nips at you.

Your eyes flutter, closing instinctively— waiting for the claim. It doesn’t come, not right away, making your eyes pop open, a childish whine squeaking out. You even stomp your foot a little. Twenty years is a long enough wait.

“Kiss me,” you breathe, not wasting a second, “Please, Andy—”

The words are barely out of your mouth before he grabs your lips, inhaling deep. His tongue fucks into your mouth, slipping along the roof before massaging yours, sucking lightly. You go limp against him, trying to keep up with the fervent kiss, but soon just let him take full control.

Andy pushes his hips into yours, pressing his hard cock against you, forcing you to break the kiss, gasping deep. He rests his forehead on yours again, tittering as he bites his bottom lip, “Never felt that before, huh? Mmmm,” he groans again, “I bet you feel good. So tight and warm— umph, I’m probably not even going to be able to fit my cock all in.”

You shudder at the thought.

He brushes the tip of his nose against yours, “I gotta open you up a bit, don’t I? Hmm? This sweet little cunt needs to get used to being stuffed full.” He turns you in his hands, presses his burly chest into your back, his lips to your ear, “I want you to finish icing these cookies like a good girl, okay? You do as daddy says.”

You don’t move, you can’t really, as you try to comprehend what’s going on. It takes Andy pushing his crotch into your ass, grinding your hips against the island and literally grabbing your wrists, making your hands grab the butter knife and a cookie before your brain catches up. With shaky fingers, you push the knife through the icing and slather it on one of the small, round, golden brown cookies.

“Good girl,” he praises, pecking your cheek, nuzzling into the side of your face, “Daddy wants you to focus.”

He drags his warm palms up your forearms, stroking gently before they fall to your sides. They push up into your hoodie, fingertips glancing across sensitive, untouched skin. Small laughter vibrates through his chest as you jump and gasp, huffing and keening as he explores.

Little kisses are pressed to your temple and side of your face as his hands venture up your sides, curling around your rib cage until he’s grasping your bare tits in both hands, squeezing and kneading— hissing as he grinds his rigidly hard cock into your ass.

You freeze, body going stiff as nimble fingers play with your thick, piqued nipples. Warm lips nip at your neck as you push back into his hips, wiggling slowly, the thin cotton of your shorts not proving to be much of a barrier at all.

Andy reaches around, plucking the cookie out of your hand and pops it into his mouth just as his free hand skips down your stomach— right into your shorts. You jut your hips forward as his fingers plunge through your folds, massaging your clit slowly as he murmurs in your ear.

“That’s what I love about virgins. The slightest little touch gets you all worked up.” He pulls his hand from your shorts, holding it out for you to see your slick coating his fingers— a string connecting from his index finger to the middle. He brings his wet fingers to your lips, steel eyes peering at you as he waits, “Clean ‘em up.”

He slides his free hand back into your sweatshirt, pushing it up over your tits before he tweaks your left nipple, rolling it slow as he pushes the tips of his fingers into your mouth. Sweet, tiny little whines sound from you as you accept his long fingers into your mouth, starting to suck gently, the taste of your arousal exploding on your tongue.

“That’s right, just like that baby.” He reassures, slipping a hand back into your panties.

Your mouth goes slack around his fingers as he toys with you, rubbing your achy clit as your hips start to move with his rhythm. Resting your weight against his sturdy body, you moan loud, pushing out hard breaths, eyes slipping closed, head rolling on his shoulder as his wet fingers slip from your mouth back to your left nipple.

His fingers start to tease your slit, pushing gently, slowly, until… a sharp yelp fills the kitchen as two fingers stuff you full. Andy wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to him, cooing in your ear as he continues to push in, “You’re okay baby. I know, I know sweet girl, we’re almost there. Just a bit more.”

Tears sting your eyes as your face strains from the pressure and pain of being spread for the first time. Once his fingers have disappeared, the heel of his palm pressing against your folds and clit, he pulls your chin towards him and licks at your mouth, sucking air in between his teeth.

“I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy,” he kisses you quick and hard, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before he releases you with a loud smack, “I love a virgin cunt. It’s been a while since I’ve had one.”

You squeak when his fingers start to move, slow, deep, a squelch sounding as his fingers push into your muscles. It hurts, but there’s a twinge of good, something inside of you being pleasured once you push past the pain. The sweet taste of pleasure doesn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks as his fingers pick up a brisk pace.

Andy growls in your ear, the sound scratching at the back of his throat, kind of hollow and breathy as he grinds his cock into your ass, “You havent fucked yourself like this before? I didn’t think I’d hurt you this bad with just my fingers, baby.”

A hot, rough wetness slides along your cheek, his tongue, lapping at you. You grab onto his forearm, feeling his muscles tense and flex as he fingers your innocence, digging your nails into the thick Shetland wool sweater covering his torso. He pushes deep, suddenly, making you cry out again.

He grunts, snaking his hand up into your hoodie to take a firm hold of your tit. Resting his forehead to the back of your head, he quickens his fingers, his hot breath on the back of your neck, quick swipes of his tongue and lips against your hypersensitive skin— making the miniscule hairs on your body stand on end.

His palm presses against your clit with each shove of his fingers. Strapping, hard chest flattened to your back, loud, husky moans in your ear. His hips roll and push, writhe into yours as his fingers start to thrash. Teeth sink into your shoulder, his tongue sliding and sweeping.

“Andy—” you cry, whimpering like a child, “It hurts. I— I can’t,”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His fingers slow and then stop, pulling out of you to rub your clit, soothing the balmy flesh. He turns you around in his arms as you cry, lifting you right from your feet, “I’m sorry. Shh, shh, I’m sorry, baby.”

The instant warmth of his mammoth chest and arms soothe the tumultuous pangs of anxiety coursing through you. Nuzzling in, the softness of his beard helps ease your nerves as you wrap two jelly arms around his neck. Andy’s big hands push up and down your back as he murmurs sweet nothings. Stomach tight, heart fluttering, face hot and wet with tears— you’re properly overwhelmed and overstimulated, and Andy could just eat it all up.

“You are so pretty when you cry, you know that? You did so good, baby. You took my fingers so well.”

You huff, disappointed, pushing your face deeper into his neck, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” he whispers, “It’s okay to not be ready.” He sits you back on your feet, pulling and adjusting your sweatshirt back over your chest. He pecks your lips quick before cupping your face in his hands, “It’s gonna make our first time together so much better.”

He pushes in to kiss you again, but stops, just as his lips brush yours. You get up on your tiptoes, wanting to meet his mouth but he’s quick, pulling away and stealing another cookie as he takes a step back.

“Thanks for the cookies, sweetheart.”

And just like that, with a wink and a smile, he’s moving out of the kitchen, the front door slamming behind him.

It might as well be the middle of a Texas summer heatwave in your bedroom. Exasperated, you throw the covers away from your body, skin slick with sweat as you wipe at your forehead. You’ve been like this all day— hot and irritated, stomach and mind jumbled, unable to focus on much of anything but thoughts of depravity. Pissed off at yourself more than anything; that you couldn’t take it all.

You sit up in the dark room, a sliver of moonlight spilling in from behind the thin curtains over your window. Snow flakes float down from the sky, glimmering, basking in the soft, natural light of the moon. Thoughts of Andy return. Reddened, full lips on your face, his soft, velvety, pink tongue forging its own path in the uncharted territory that is your mouth. His hands, big and warm, pinching and grabbing, pushing in deep.

Every muscle in your body clenches; achy cunt squeezing around nothing.

A soft light illuminates from the nightstand, followed by a buzz, a random alert from your twitter. But then, oh but then— Andy’s words come floating back to you. Better yet, let me give you my number. The sleek iphone is in your hand within seconds, fingers sliding over the keyboard, shooting off a text.

You 1:15am

You up?

Andy B. 1:17am

What’s a smart girl like you doing up so late on Christmas Eve?

An influx of air fills your lungs as your heart leaps.

You 1:17am

I can’t sleep…

Andy B. 1:18am

Want me to help with that?

You won’t be getting much sleep tho…

You 1:18am

That’s what I’m hoping…

Andy B. 1:19am

LOL, okay smarty pants, come wait for Santa with me, front door’s open

You’re already halfway down the stairs by the time his invite slides across the screen. You shove your feet into your Ugg boots at the bottom of the staircase and grab your jacket from the coat rack, pushing into it as you throw open the front door. Crossing your arms over your chest, you jog down the steps of the porch and start for Andy’s, an instant chill rattling right down to your bones.

Footprints in the snow follow you as you cross the lawn, a light crunch sounding underneath your feet, adding to the whoosh of a breeze that rips through the sleepy street. Once you’re on Andy’s porch, you reach for the door, pushing through the threshold and closing it softly with a click.

The house is dark, and quiet, a tiny point of light coming from the kitchen and the random ticks of a clock somewhere deep. Your jacket hits the floor, ugg boots thump against the wall as you kick them off, hand slides along the banister as you climb the stairs slow. Wide eyes adjust to the dark as you pad slowly down the long hall, passing by one closed door, and then another until you reach one that’s slightly ajar. Light spills out of it, splashing over your bare toes as you step right up to it, fingertips pushing against the door.

You find Andy propped up against his headboard, chest bare, legs spread— hard, pink cock sticking out of his boxers, gripped tight in his hand. He flips his eyes to yours as he strokes himself slow, pushing his hips into it, groaning at the sight of you.

The air in your body— the room— is sucked right out as you lock eyes. With a blink, your greedy eyes are on the move, down his hair smattered chest and chiseled stomach, over the dark blue boxer briefs, down his meaty thighs and toned calves, right to his curled toes and back up again.

You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

“I’ve been,” the words out of his mouth come to a halt being replaced by a low grunt as he squeezes his cock, precum dribbling out of his slit, “Shit sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about you all day. Haven’t been able to cum since you left me all worked up.”

You bleat softly, blinking wild and nervous as you watch his hand slide up and down, palm and fingers sweeping over his mushroom head to collect the droplets of his arousal to push it down his shaft.

“Well, come on. Come touch me.”

It’s a good thing your feet aren’t as stupid as your brain, or else you’d still be standing in place. Before you can get your mind to catch up, you're pulling yourself towards the edge of the bed, falling forward, catching yourself with your hands. Crawling between his legs, your tank top hangs low, Andy’s eyes peering down your cleavage before you sit on your knees— hands trembling.

He reaches for you, grabbing your wrist gently, pulling your hand towards his towering cock. Guiding you slow, he wraps your hand around him, his hips jerking soft at the warmth of your palm and pushes your hand down to his base, before dragging it up to the tip. He helps you for a few more strokes, twisting your hand around him, guiding your fingers up over his cock head and then back down, squeezing your hand to apply a gentle pressure.

“That’s right, baby—ah—” he hisses, jutting his hips up into your hand, “Shit.”

You continue to pump him after his hand falls away, relishing in the small noises that sound from him— sending your heart soaring. His hips pulse into your hand, eyes fluttering as more cum bubbles out, slipping and sliding over your fingers. Andy reaches for the lamp on the nightstand, turning it out, covering the room in darkness except for the moon.

He’s beautiful like this. Chest tight and shuddering with each breath, dark eyelashes splayed over fair skin, a chorus of sweet, small little whines and praise pouring from him. A soft pink blush unfurling over his broad chest, creeping up his neck.

“Fuck baby,” breathless and strained, “You’re a fuckin’ pro already. My smart little girl.” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth but still can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners, “Oh, you like that?” Andy smiles lazily, “You like being my smart little girl?”

Hot lips are on yours before you can even form your mouth to answer. Flipped onto your back, strong hips digging into yours, his cock pushing against your covered clit and slit as he kisses you hard. It takes your breath away.

You’d always thought you’d be awkward, stiff and unknowing, once you finally reached this moment— nothing but teeth and elbows and knees in all the wrong places— but, there’s a natural instinct coming into play. You’re lost, but somehow intricately aware. Fingers creep up his biceps and curl around his shoulder blades, digging in as your hips push back into his. Mouth leans into the feverish kisses, tongue sliding with his.

Colossal hands push into your shorts, pushing them down before his feet knock them off the rest of the way. Your top is rucked up, up over your breasts, exposing more brown skin, two soft, jiggling mounds, two piqued nipples soon sucked into a warm, wet mouth. A long middle finger toys with your clit, rubbing circles before more fingers join, slipping through slick and skin as they play.

“Tell me,” hot, whispered words sting in your ear, “Tell me you like being my smart girl.”

Hips dig into yours once more, hard cock pushing against your sensitive nub, then pressing at your opening. You grab the back of his neck, moaning hard and loud as electricity bounces through your veins, “Andy—” you squeak, “I like—”

A sharp cry breaks through the words as Andy pushes hard, spearing you for the very first time. Pressure and pain courses through you, body going tight and stiff as he sinks deeper and deeper, large palms on your cheeks, forehead to yours, warm breaths and ragged, choked grunts washing over your face.

Hard kisses— one, two, three— on your lips as he holds your face, his eyes closed, mouth hanging as he sinks, sinks, sinks until you’ve taken him all. Your head is empty. Devoid of any real, coherent thoughts, unable to focus on any one thing; well, nothing other than the fullness.

“Tell me you like being my smart girl.” Andy rasps, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to keep himself together. He shifts, hips pulling away from yours, cock dragging out, “Come on baby, tell me you like it.”

Andy pushes his hips, pushes back into you, but real gentle and smooth, knowing you’re teetering— overwhelmed in more ways than one, a feeling that can turn south on a dime. So, he keeps his hands on your face, thumbs rubbing soft circles. He opens his eyes, giving you something to focus on as he moves gently— so, so gently. Keeping you present.

“Use those words, sweet girl. Talk to me.”

Water fills your eyes as you grip, nails biting into the meat of his sides as he fucks you slow and sweet. Heat burns through you, tiny sounds, choked sobs scratch at the back of your throat, but it’s good— feels so good. Your legs push up and around his waist, hands start to snake up his sinewy back, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he makes you a woman— makes you his.

Safe. Warm. Cocooned between his heavy body and the light mattress. Hips rolling, pushing and pulling. Hot breath over hot skin. Quick, jumbled words, thick and ripe with a heady lust. You like being his smart girl. Gripping fingers, around your face, your wrists, your tits, hips, thighs, ankles— everywhere you could possibly imagine.

Andy flips you over suddenly, his back now pressed into the mattress as you lay on top of him. He positions you right where he wants you— sitting you up straight, positioning your hands against his brawny chest. He encases your waist with those massive hands, squeezing tight before the pads of his fingers drag along your thighs as you wiggle, getting used to the new position.

“Push up— that’s right, sweetheart,” he sighs softly as you follow his direction, “Now sit back down— slowly, baby, go slow.” His head falls back on the pillows as he exhales, a groan trembling through his chest, “God, yeah babe. Good girl. Up and down, up and down.”

Your fingers push through the tuft of soft, dark hair covering his chest as you ride him, lifting and sitting, rolling and bucking as you get a hang of it— catch a feel— your clit rubbing against his taut skin. You feel Andy trying to keep his composure, feel him trying to restrain himself, his hips. Watch his eyes flutter and close as his mouth goes slack again as he pushes up into you, meeting your increasingly greedy thrusts downward.

“I’m your smart girl,” you whisper, heart beating hard and fast in your chest as your confidence grows, “I’ve always wanted to be your smart girl.”

He jams up into you, much harder than anything you’ve felt so far.

A sharp yelp cracks into the silence and he grabs your wrists, runs his hands up your arms, before he cups your face, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t know it was gonna sound so sweet,” he laughs, “God, I fucking love hearing you say that.”

He drops a hand back to your chest, grabbing a handful of your tit, toying with your nipple, pinching and pulling. His other hand wraps around your hip again, helping to pull you forward, as he thrusts soft. You don’t move; you just let him fuck up into you, grab his hands and thread your fingers with his as you bounce.

Thrusts get faster; hips hurried, jabbing. Wet rasps fill the room, octaves soaring. You fall forward a little, unclasping his hands to catch yourself against his chest. Andy’s hands are back around your waist and hips as you fuck down onto him, chasing that little, dull ache in the pit of your stomach that grows with each push of his hips.

Andy has two full handfuls of your ass, growling loud, hips faltering— losing control as he forces you down on him. You take each hard thrust, tears spilling down your cheeks, pleasure and pain all wrapped up into one. Sweat and heat crawls along your skin, stomach goes tight, throat dries. You dig your fingers into his chest as your toes curl, whimpering and crying out, choking as the pressure builds.

You tighten— freeze quick, gasp hard as a white hot orgasm floods your veins, like a molten lava, oozing, spreading. Flattening yourself to Andy’s chest, you let him wrap his arms around your back and hold you tight as he fucks you through it. The meat of his thighs slapping against yours, your cunt sounding wet and filthy, squelching and convulsing as you come.

There’s another heat, quick and dense, filling you as Andy’s grunts grow deeper. His grip on your ass tightens as he spurts— your used cunt coaxing long, hot ribbons of white silk from his sensitive, red cock head. He falls out of you, dick wet and hard, pushing through your ass cheeks as his hips still churn out of habit and inherent instinct.

Hands are on your head, fingers wiping at your face and forehead, pushing hair away. You’re embarrassed— not sure why— and nuzzle into his neck, hiding your face as you tuck your hands into your chest protectively. Another laugh sounds from him, vibrates through you, as he kisses your forehead and rubs his bearded cheek against your face.

“You’re a sweet girl,” honeyed, his voice, smooth and sweet, slow drags of his hands up and down your back lulling you, calming you, suddenly nervous, “My sweet, smart little baby. You okay?” you nod, but it isn’t good enough, “Tell me.”

“I’m okay.” You sniffle, eyelashes clumped, cheeks wet, lips swollen and red.

You nuzzle into him more, taking a deep breath as you listen to his heartbeat. Another silence fills the room, Andy’s breaths soon turn deep, slow and rhythmic, his hands and fingers coming to a slow stop but still splayed out over your back. A quick press of your lips against his neck makes him shift, but doesn’t wake him. You press another on his chin before you settle down into him once more, watching as snow starts to fall again.

There’s a Christmas present sitting at the edge of the bed when you wake the next morning, your name scrawled out on the name tag. You tear into it, pulling out a small white box, the name LELO embossed over the top. Eyebrows firmly furrowed, you turn it over in your hand, mouth falling open as you read the description and eye the two twenty karat gold Ben Wa beads.

Andy appears in the doorway, a steaming cup in his hand, a smile on his face, “Merry Christmas. Santa came for you, huh?”

“Merry Christmas,” you glance away, “I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s okay,” he shrugs, “I was a bit presumptuous after our little rendezvous in the kitchen— ordered those from Amazon yesterday.” He pads towards you, leaning down to kiss you quick before he hands you the hot mug, “Are you okay?”

A nervous giggle escapes through your lips, your head falling as you cover your mouth with your hand, “Mmhmm.”

Andy tips your head back upwards, pushing his index finger underneath your chin, smiling again before he kisses you all sweet and soft and slow, making you go all stupid and gooey again.

“What are these for?” You ask after he pulls away a few moments later.

His eyes twinkle in the sunlight as he winks, “Training. Now, lay back and spread your legs for daddy, little one.”

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I Burn For You

***So THIS has been stuck in my head all day and I just- I love it. I love it so much. And it reminded me...So you guys all know how I hate/love Lucifer...it gave me those vibes. So........... Well I haven't written anything actually relevant to The Facade of the Suitor or anything else that I've been procrastinating, I have been able to push out this little short inspired by this beauty of a duet that is EVERYTHING to me. -B***

Summary: Since MC's arrival, Lucifer and them have never fully gotten along. There was always a large, unknown and undiscussed tension between them and they were fine to keep it that way. But when MC's security in the Devildom is threatened by both the angels and the nobility of the Devildom itself, everything changes. As a ruse to persuade the celestial realm, MC and Lucifer wed. After the ceremony, they finally talk about the unacknowledged feelings burning inside of both of them.

MC x Lucifer

The air hung heavy and thick like the gold bands that now decorated both of your fingers.

You and Lucifer stood on opposite sides of the room, your backs facing one another with nothing but silence between you.

You couldn't help but reminisce on how you got here, on your supposed 'honeymoon' married to none other but the prideful, arrogant, avatar of sin, Lucifer Morningstar himself.

Diavolo had burst into the House of Lamentation an entire month ago. He desperately explained how the angels had received word about you through the fond, innocent-intending, stories of Luke and we're demanding that you be 'released' from your 'imprisonment in the infernal Devildom and that they wished to cleanse you of the 'hellish corruption' the demons had 'forced upon you' through your pacts. Wanting to avoid yet another Celestial War, even on a small scale, the noble court had wanted to agree and simply hand you over to them, cut your pacts, and banish you from returning as an act of agreement and co-operation with the angels.

Obviously, this didn't sit well with you or any of the brothers.

You had all tried to come up with a number of plans, but they all promised retaliation from the angels.

Eventually, it was Lucifer himself who begrudgingly came up with the final plan. The angels wouldn't believe you if you simply told them that you liked it here and wanted to stay. They'd think you were charmed or manipulated. However, if the two of you worked together, and pretended to be in a relationship, convince the angels of your 'genuine' feelings and prove to them that you were in love, and finalize this by marrying Lucifer, it just might work.

First of all, love was something that had sparked war in the past, that both sides had learned from and had grown to deeply treasure and value. Secondly, Micheal, head Archangel of the Celestial Realm, trusted Lucifer the most of all the brothers. The two of you could take advantage of that use it to convince him that you were actually safer in the Devildom by Lucifer's side. And finally, if you were willingly bound by marriage, there was very little that the Celestial Realm could do to force you to leave.

The plan wasn't terrible, but there was one thing about it that caused you to clench your fists and grind your teeth: it was with Lucifer.

Lucifer who constantly teased you and pushed your buttons in a way that he knew would cause you to either give in to him or snap.

Lucifer who was cruel and sadistic and did nothing unless there was some personal gain or it was under the demand of his precious Diavolo.

Lucifer who never ever put anything before his own stupid pride.

Though you were normally a calm and positive person, there was just something about Lucifer that had always caused an inferno of anger and rebellion to burn within you. You felt this strong need to constantly prove him wrong and to defy him.

As a result, the two of you consistently butted heads, arguing about Lucifer's treatment of his brothers and your recklessness on an almost weekly basis.

The idea of being chained to this...this demon for the rest of your mortal life caused your stomach to twist tightly into knots. Though, if it ensured you'd be able to stay with the rest of your found family? You'd make the necessary sacrifice.

So the two of you did the whole show. You went on dates, smiled and laughed together as though you were the lead roles in a Hallmark Christmas movie, and played every card in the book to convince the angels that you were safe and happy under the kind watch of your lover.

Those weeks had started off painful, as you pushed back all feelings of disdain for the eldest brother to play the role of the perfect partner. But as time passed, you hadn't noticed that it had become easier and easier to stay by his side. The smiles you gave him were no longer forced, but sincere ones that brought joy. The lines between what was real and what was fake began to blur.

You sealed the deal with your wedding only a few hours ago.

The vows Lucifer had spoken...promising to watch and protect you even as your skin wrinkled and your hair grew grey. To hold your hand and aid you when you no longer had the strength. To shower you in love and devotion even in your final hours.

They had been spoken with such passion and raw emotion that you didn't dare think too deeply about. It had caused your breath to catch in your throat, and you had to remind yourself that this was all an act. Soon the curtain would close, and Lucifer would return to the cold-hearted monster that you knew.

Yet even now, hours after the ceremony had finished, you couldn't get that intense gaze, and the sparks that exploded under your fingertips as his hands gently squeezed yours, out of your head.

Lucifer sighed from the other side of the room and glanced over at you. "Are we just going to continue ignoring each other?"

You scoffed and turned your head further away; ignoring the loud pounding of your heart and instead focusing on the flickers of frustration licking up your gut. "What else are we supposed to do? There's no one else around. The act is over."

You whirled around at his sarcasm and could practically feel the wrath blazing behind your eyes. "Sorry, my Lord, if I'm not exactly giddy about the fact that I just signed myself to the likes of you just for the approval of some fluffy winged assholes!"

You could practically hear Lucifer roll his eyes as he walked over to the liquor cart and poured himself a drink. "Right. So you just plan to spend the entirety of the weekend that Micheal paid for us brooding in a corner? How mature of you."

Lucifer, the fucker, had the gull to act unphased and casually swirled his drink in his hand. "It could be much, much worse," he took a sip of the amber liquid before staring down in his glass. "It's not as though you didn't agree to this."

"Only because I didn't want to be kicked out of the Devildom and never allowed to see your brothers again!" You growled. Your anger only grew as you noticed him clench his fingers tighter around the glass. You groaned and ran a hand through your hair. "This was a stupid plan! You probably just invented this entire ruse as yet another way to get under my skin. Well congratulations, Lucifer. You win!"

You refused to look at him, as you turned your heated gaze out the window.

You didn't see the flash of hurt that washed over his expression, nor hear the way his breath caught in his throat. "Is being married to me truly that awful? Are you honestly telling me that you haven't enjoyed even a single second of this past month?"

You tensed and crossed your arms over your chest, as you continued to avoid looking at him. "What kind of question is that? You're a demon who cares about nothing but himself," you pursed your lips and mentally tried to deny just how wrong those words felt on your tongue.

"I wouldn't say that's true. Believe it or not, I do care for my brothers." There was a shaky breath, one so uncharacteristic for the confident Morningstar, before he continued. "And you. I did promise to love you until your final breath after all, and I do not break my promises."

There was silence once again. Though this quiet seemed to crackle with the anticipation for something, though neither of you quite knew what.

You closed your eyes, refusing to acknowledge the flutter in your heart at his words. "Those vows were only part of the act. They weren't real."

"Perhaps not for you," your eyes snapped open at the response. You looked back at the demon. Lucifer stood leaning against the wall, drink still in hand, as he stared intensely at the floor. "This may have all been an act for you, MC, but it stopped being a ruse for me mere hours after we began."

You felt yourself frown as you stared at him. Your traitor heart dared to grow warm with hope, only adding fuel to the growing frustration inside you. "You're lying. You're just trying to get me worked up again."

"Actually, I'm not," his eyes met yours and it felt as though time froze. His expression was so unguarded, so honest. For once, you looked into his eyes and you could see every emotion that he wore openly before you. You could see the hurt, the certainty, and most of all the same passionate love that shone so brightly in them throughout the ceremony. "From the moment I met you, you caused a fire to ignite in my heart. I was determined to control you and to make you be the human representative for Diavolo. But then, you acted against me, and that changed. I still wanted to make sure that you fulfilling your purpose in the exchange program, but I took on the challenge of finally having you respect and listen to me. You were stubborn and fierce, yet so beautifully driven and I admired that." your eyes widened at the admission. "It wasn't until I was forced to look at you in a romantic light for this scheme that I understood the true nature of these feelings. It wasn't that I wanted to control you, or break you, or shape you into what I needed. It was so much deeper, so much more dangerous than that. I wanted to have you fall in love for me, as I had fallen for you, and make you mine."

He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "I know you don't feel the same. I've accepted that. But I...I'm done with acting like this isn't real for me. I refuse to pretend that there's nothing there between us any longer."

He finally broke eye contact, looking back at his now empty glass as you practically gaped at him. Love. Lucifer...loved you? You gulped and took a step towards him, "Lucifer..."

The fire burning within you consumed you as your face heated up. "You...You love me? You actually love me?"

You flinched as he glared sharply at you. "Don't rub it in."

You didn't know what to make of that. You weren't sure what to make of any of this. Your feelings towards Lucifer had changed over the past month, but you had assumed that was simply part of the act. But if everything he had done and said as you two were pretending to be a couple was real, then what did that mean for you?

What did that mean for the way the sight of him caused your heart to skip? Or the way his rare smiles never failed to make you smile back? Or the unwavering sense of comfort and security that he provided?

What did that mean for the ruthless, scalding fire that he had always caused to rage inside you? You always assumed it was anger, but what if...

You gasped in realization. "I burn for you."

The demon tensed as he blinked in confusion. "You...I'm sorry, you what?"

You moved closer to him, each step more certain than the last, as you shakily spoke the words that rang through you. "I burn for you, Lucifer. I don't know entirely what it means myself, but ever since we met you've caused this irrational passion and drive to sear inside of me. I-I had always assumed it was hatred. You're so infuriating. Every word you speak does nothing but cause that fire to flare brighter within in. Every action leaves me filled with sparks of restless energy that won't be satiated until I combust at you," as you now stood nearly toe to toe with him, you grabbed his hand and placed it over your roaring heart. Hope flickered like a candle in the darkness of his black eyes. "I had thought that this couldn't be anything other than anger and hatred. I refused to believe even the possibility that it could be anything else. But this past month you...you were honest and almost kind and vulnerable. Your teasing didn't make me want to punch you, but rather made me laugh. You showed me a side of you that I didn't even know existed. I...I think-"

You were cut off by a finger on your lips. Lucifer looked down at you with a stern, cold expression. The action paired with that face would've caused you to become infuriated by his audacity and superiority complex in the past. But now you could see past it, and could see it for what it truly was: a carefully crafted barrier that hid his most vulnerable feelings and protected him. "If you do not mean the words you were about to say, if you are pitying me, I must demand that you stop here. Do not say those words unless you truly mean them," his deep voice was tinged with distrust and caution.

You held his gaze as you kissed the pad of the finger against your lips and whispered gently, "Lucifer, I think that I love you."

Suddenly your lips were captured in his as he pulled you close and ever so adoringly cupped your face. For the first time since meeting him, the flames inside you were extinguished by the cold touch of his hands on your face and the surprising gentleness of his affection.

His hand slid from your face and came to rest on your shoulder as his eyes widened. His gaze scanned your expression for any traces of falsehood or insincerity. You could hear the breath leave his lungs as he found none.

He softly kissed his temple, effectively hiding his face as it grew redder and whispered, "Of course, beloved."

Lucifer laughed as he pulled away, his thumb caressing your cheek, as he smiled. "To think it only took us getting married to realize it," you laughed as you felt happy tears prick the corners of your eyes. Lucifer sighed in content as rested his forehead against yours. "Remind me to send a thank you to, Micheal."

You hummed and nuzzled closer to him as you rested your head on his shoulder. "Forget Micheal. He's still an asshole as far as I'm concerned. Instead, focus on me. On us. I want to learn everything about you, about the real you," you smiled as he looked down at you with flushed cheeks. "My husband, Lucifer Morningstar."

You couldn't help but wonder how you had been so oblivious to your true feelings as a shiver ran down your spine and warmth spread throughout your chest simultaneously.

This honest and pure love between the two of you, was new, yet it felt so familiar, and it was abundantly clear to both of you that the depth of those feelings would only become clearer and clearer in time as the fires of your love only grew.

***Gasp. I actually finished something. Would you look at that. Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this little fic! Thank you so much for your support during my hiatus and for being so understanding. I love you guys! Thanks again for reading!***

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