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[kurooh]

MIGHT LET YOU MAKE ME JUNO ! — HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. featuring timeskip! miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurō, iwaizumi hajime, & suna rintarou tryin’ to knock up their pretty wife !

warnings ★ 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, breeding, cuddlefucking, doggy, talk of kids & pregnancy, fluff, creampies, shower sex, minor cockwarming, squirting, full nelson, mirror sex, mention of lactation, mating press, cum in panties (offscreen), not proofread.

xoxo, juno ★ my namesake?! hehe, cheers to the surviving haikyuu fuckers on my blog <33 ty for your patience!! as always, send in some asks/reblog if you enjoyed, i love reading comments/tags

— MIYA ATSUMU

“go ahead ‘n slut yerself out all over my cock, baby.. fuuuck, jus’ like that.”

atsumu’s lips part around a needy moan, jaw hanging slackly in some kind of disbelief. after such a lengthy, tiring day, he found himself trudging into your shared bathroom to greet you.

he’d gotten hard in seconds, seeing your tits pressed against the glass door as well as your face, lidded eyes and cute pout enticing him to come join you. when he got onto his knees to get you ready, you’d bent over and tossed him a knowing smirk over your shoulder.

“lemme see that ass move again.. shit, ‘s perfect. yer perfect.” you giggle, throwing your ass back onto his cock, eyes rolling back when his tip kisses your cervix just right, sending sparks of pleasure right through your veins.

“tsumu, this isn’t all that fun,” you huff, the wild need for him to truly ruin you growing by the second. “wan’ you to fuck me, and make me yours.”

“baby, yer already mine,” atsumu lands a slap on your wet asscheek, startling you enough for your legs to spread further. “good girl,” he praises, hushed and under his breath. he reaches upwards and pulls the shower head down, pushes it into your hand and changes the setting.

“use this on yer clit, ‘kay? when yer feelin’ like ya wanna cum, don’t. hold it ‘n we’ll cum at the same time, yeah baby?”

you nod, and he smacks your ass hard, leaning backwards. atsumu pushes a hand through soaked gold strands, chuckling lowly although his voice has a serious edge to it. “‘s not how we say yes, is it?”

“y-yes, tsumu. at the same time.”

he draws his hips back, then finds himself advancing forward brutally. he doesn’t think about anything beside you — you, you, you. with the scent of your body wash tangling in the hot air, the beautiful curves and slopes of your body, the noises you make for him only.

your chest heaves when the steady spray of the shower head soon reaches your clit, immediately proving to be overwhelming and intense paired with him fucking you.

“so god damn tight,” atsumu hisses, nails digging crescent moons into the plush skin of your hips as his own collide with your ass. the bathroom is full of steam and the rhythmic clap of skin against skin — it’s hard to keep from trembling with how good everything feels, all over.

frantic panting cuts through the sound of your whimpers as atsumu feels himself nearing his peak. it’s nasty, downright filthy, the way your nails drag down the wall tiles as you desperately hump your ass back into him.

gasps of your name and affectionate nicknames fall from his lips like a sacred prayer, blending into a whiny harmony as atsumu’s thrusts grow rougher.

“baby,” he chokes, voice tight. “ya better be close, can barely last.”

“tsumu, cum inside me,” you beg, skin burning and pussy squeezing uncontrollably, squelching growing louder. “p-please, i can’t— i’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna—” your body tenses, and the shower head falls to the floor with a clunk that neither of you register.

luckily atsumu looks down at the right moment, sees you squirt, pussy gushing onto his pelvis. as if your back arching and your clenching pussy wasn’t enough, he ends up cumming too hard, ribbons of white gushing deep into your awaiting pussy.

“fuckkk,” he groans, overstimulation setting in way too quickly and causing him to pull halfway out of your fluttering cunt.

“no, tsumu,” is all you can heave out, pushing back hard enough to send him into the wall behind him, muscled back hitting the tiles as he lets out a startled oomph. “wanna keep it inside, feels so good.”

— MIYA OSAMU

“samu,” you mumble into his lips, tossing a leg over his hip. he grunts, nose nudging your cheek as he pulls back. “yeah? what’s on yer mind, angel?”

“had a dream about a baby,” the words are spoken softly, and osamu’s fingers lightly graze your chin as he makes you look up at him. “i know it’s kinda stupid, but it was so..” your voice trails off sheepishly and there’s a pause before you admit, “you were such a good dad, samu, ‘n so sexy too.”

your bare bodies are bathed in the morning sunlight, warm and comforting as it peeks in through the curtains. this is the perfect moment with him, skin to skin, his cock still inside you as you kiss and talk about dreams of the future.

in his chest, feelings stir and ideas come to life in his head; osamu presses his hips forward with a hushed moan.

“well, i’ll give ya a baby, angel,” large hands smooth over your hips as he helps you turn away from him; then they pull you close, grabbing at your tits and tugging your nipples between his fingers.

“samu,” you sigh, words fading into a content moan as you feel his hips draw back, then advance forward, against your ass. “i want you to fill me up, give me everything.”

“only if ya take it all,” osamu huffs, tucking his face into your shoulder and closing his eyes as he starts to fuck his cock into you deeply. the thick tip kisses your sweet spot over and over, and if that wasn’t already overwhelming enough, your hand wanders towards your swollen clit.

somehow, osamu’s faster than you, releasing one of your tits and swatting away your hand before he’s finding your clit with his index finger and rubbing it in messy circles.

“s-samu, fuck— jus’ like that, don’t stop!”

your back arches against him, hips twisting as a heat spreads through your veins, fiery and intense in the best ways possible. the movement of your body and then the frantic clenching of your pussy is too intense for him; sharp whines escape his throat, muffled as osamu bites into your shoulder desperately.

“i-i— shit, ‘m gonna fill you up,” is all you can make out from his rushed mumbling, and you turn your head quickly, desperate for his lips.

“kiss me, samu. kiss me as you cum inside, please.”

it’s as though the words break him — his face twists as he kisses you, whole body tensing. he presses his cock deep, thickening and throbbing before he’s gushing cum and can’t seem to stop.

“ah, fuck,” he tosses his head back, fingers scrabbling at your nipples as his chest heaves against your back, heart pounding steadily.

you cum with a whine, grinding down on his cock in an effort to get him impossibly deeper. as you ride out your highs together, trembling deliciously, he can’t help but dissolve into giggles of pure happiness.

“angel, ya got that baby for sure, jus’ like ya wanted, hm? ah, i can’t wait for a mini-me or a mini-ya. yer gonna be the prettiest mom, swear.”

— KUROO TETSURŌ

“fuck, babe. you’ve got no idea about what i saw today,” tetsurō huffs, warm breath fanning over your tits as they bounce, controlled by your bra.

spices clatter as tetsurō sweeps his arm across the kitchen counter behind you, clearing the space so you can lean back a little easier. his grip on your thighs doesn’t waver, nor does the ruthless tempo of his hips.

“tetsu, what’d you see?” you gasp, tears threatening to pour over your waterline.

“well, i saw this family,” he grunts, thrusting into you particularly hard now that he’s recalling the memory. “the dad had their kid on his shoulders, and the mom was pregnant. they looked so happy, and it made me think of you.”

“is that so?” you ask, spreading your legs impossibly wider as an invitation. you bite your lower lip, rolling your hips against his in an effort to get his cock deeper.

“tetsu,” he raises his eyes from the mess between your legs to your face, earnest and flushed. “kiss me, baby.”

tetsurō obliges, lets you tug him forward by the chin, mesh his lips with yours. it’s warm and sweet, the aftertaste of the dessert you’d been making as his surprise for when he’d come home. your tongue slips between plush, parted lips and moves with his gently, quite a contrast from the rough way he’s fucking you.

“ah, shit,” he moans, struggling to kiss you back when he feels your sticky walls clenching down on his too sensitive cock.

tetsurō leans forward and buries his flushed face in your shoulder, kissing the tender skin a few times before nipping it and then finally biting down into your shoulder.

he practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back, heels digging into muscle as you push him forward. in a hushed tone and into his ear, you say sweetly, “tetsu, fuck a baby into me.”

“oh, i fucking will, princess.”

although, despite his rough words, he’s wheezing and whining every now and then into your shoulder, hoping it muffles his sounds.

your hand slides up his neck and tangles into dark tufts of hair, pulling tight as your own orgasm approaches. your pleasure mixes with his own, and just before the knot in your belly snaps, you feel a strong pulsing deep within your pussy.

he groans loudly, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. your nails dig hard into his scalp and the sting of pain only seems to make him get a little more vocal.

tetsurō pants into your neck, trying to find his bearings now that his limbs feel like jelly.

“hold me?”

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME

“h-haji, this was a good call..”

“oh yeah?” hajime’s voice rumbles in his chest, strong and steady against your back as he keeps your legs wide open. “have we ever tried this one?”

“i don’t think so, but we definitely will in the future.”

“feels that good, princess?” hajime chuckles, eyeing your reflections in the mirror mounted across the bed. for a moment, he considers the two of you puzzle pieces — he sees that his cock fits snugly inside you, and the thought that you may be made for each other briefly crosses his mind.

“of course it does,” a sheen of sweat glimmers on your face, skin glowing beautifully in the mirror. “god, hajime, y-you’re so deep..”

he notices your eyes falling shut, head tipping back, and he raises his hand to lightly smack your cheek. “mm, princess, gotta keep watching. i want you to see yourself cum, alright?”

“fine,” you huff, feet dangling in the air and bouncing every which way as he fucks into you, heavy balls smacking your pussy with each stroke.

“what made you wanna try this?” you ask, knowing you should save the question for later, but you’re too curious not to ask. why would your husband come home someday and randomly want to try a new position you’d never heard of?

“well, you know..” in the mirror, you catch the flush on his tanned cheeks. “we’ve both caught the fever recently, and this is a solid position for makin’ babies.”

you gasp sharply when hajime turns his hips ever so slightly, and the resulting sensation causes pressure to build in your pelvis. “shit— right there, haji, just like that..”

he grunts, body stiffening as he tightly holds you in place and fucks into you like it’s the last time you’ll ever be like this together.

“wanna get you pregnant,” hajime groans, abs flexing with the effort of maintaining his merciless pace, “i wanna—shit—wanna breed you.”

“you want it that bad?” you breathe, just barely keeping your eyes open and focusing on your bouncing reflection. “fuck me full, then, haji.”

hajime doesn’t question it, thinks of you with a swollen belly and milky tits all for him to hold and take care of. you, with your glowing skin and beautiful body from all the pregnancy hormones.

the idea of it all is too much to bear, not to mention cumming deep inside your cunt, this time with the intent to breed.

he can’t even muster the words to warn you that he’s cumming as hard as he is; after a choked, tight groan, he falls silent and rocks his hips into you.

“fuck it deep, haji,” you whisper, on the edge yourself. obedient and too far gone in his fantasy, he does exactly what you ask, whining very quietly from the sensitivity.

shaking on top of him and watching the reflections in the mirror, you cum hard, dissolving into unmatched pleasure. and you’re thankful you keep your eyes open, moaning at the very sight— hajime doesn’t even pull out, he’s still pushing his cock in and out of you, but cum races from your cunt in thick white rivulets.

“i’m trying,” he huffs, sensitive when he glances up and notices how intently you’re watching the mirror. his cheeks flush lightly when you both notice that most of his cum ends up dripping down his balls and out of you.

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll cum however many times it takes, sound good?”

— SUNA RINTAROU

“you want a few brats? oh, i just felt your pussy squeeze up. ‘s what you want, huh?” rintarou bites, harshness of his thrusts drawing whimper after whimper from your kiss-swollen lips.

“i want it, rin,” you feel one of his palms smoothing over the plushness of your lower stomach, just above your pelvis. “w-what’re you doing?”

he laughs at your stutter, keeps your legs steady over his shoulders. rintarou draws his hips back, leaving just his tip inside your quivering pussy. then, he presses down on your lower stomach and slides in, adding more pressure with each inch.

“rintarou!” you wheeze, jerking your hips to the side in a pathetic attempt to run away from the overwhelming pleasure he gives you with every movement, big or small.

“nuh uh, pretty girl,” his free hand grabs ahold of you tightly, tugs you towards him and then settles to rest on your neck. rintarou’s fingers are loose on each side of your throat, hand placed there in a demonstration of control. but what’s the point of that, when he’s already made it clear by hoisting your legs over his shoulders and folding you in half?

“you’ll take it, all of it.”

“but ‘m sensitive, i’ve cum too many times,” you can’t even recall a number or remember how long he’s been fucking you like this.

you’re both sticky with sweat, your thighs stained white with dried cum from previous rounds and marked with love bites he’d given you in his excitement to get a taste of your pussy.

it’s so fucking messy because rintarou’s the one who can’t stop asking to eat you out and push the cum back inside; you always say yes, then cum until you’re dizzy and can’t see straight.

you taste yourself from earlier on the corners of his lips when he bends forward and gives you a chaste kiss. “l-last time, okay? i’ll give you your brats, pretty girl.”

the sweet pout on your lips that’s quickly replaced with something else and wail of his name that leaves you when he starts jackhammering your pussy turns him on to the max.

incoherent babbling of what he’ll give you and how good you feel blend together, and before you can fully register it, rintarou’s folding forward with a deep groan. “shit, i’m gonna cum so fucking hard, i—”

he shuts up and gives you a few more thrusts before he’s pushing deep and cumming — he’s not done when he pulls out and covers your pussy in cum.

“r-rin, keep it inside,” you whine sadly, watching as he collects it on his tip and then plunges it back inside.

“jus’ needed some extra lube,” he says coolly, but he really just wants to cum all over you. “how’s it feel inside, pretty baby?”

“like i need some more.”

rintarou laughs at the way you turn away, cheeks hot in embarrassment because you were the one who wanted a break. “we are going out later, hm?”

your nod makes him smile, green eyes crinkling at the corners. “how about i cum in your panties and you walk around with ‘em?”

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ mine | tommy hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; texas chainsaw massacre remake/ the beginning

♡ characters; thomas hewitt

♡ reader; AFAB body description, second person POV

♡ cw; graphic sexual content, implied voyeurism, breeding kink, light daddy kink (just calling him daddy? wasn’t sure what to tag that )

♡notes; i feel the need to apologize for this one lmao. i didn’t intend for this to see the light of day but i felt we needed more smut around here and this was already sittin in my personal folder

i don’t know that I’ve ever posted detailed smut anywhere before? so lmk how i did, i still haven’t even asked to get my friend to beta read so I’m sure There’s Issues.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

“Oh fuck, baby,” You sighed softly, letting your head roll to the side as you ground on Thomas’ thigh - the mountain of a man pushing his leg up with a huff. Luda-Mae, Monty, and Hoyt had taken a rare trip to their cousins’ place upstate, and left Thomas and yourself in a…sticky situation.

It had already become a war of attrition with you living there, each of you testing the other’s boundaries as you tried desperately not to cross the line. Thomas was allegedly a good, Bible-following boy- and you a shy little virgin . But god, something about Thomas just made you crazy. You needed him- and you’d gotten so shameless that you’d let him do just about anything to you.

That’s what landed you there, trying to entice Thomas and only ending up a squeaky mess as you rode his thigh. He was steadfast for a man years pent up- seeming to find great pleasure in making you unravel without cracking himself. Of course, you had no idea of the hours he spent fucking into his own hand as he imagined you around him, stealing your panties from the laundry bin and palming himself to the sight of you splayed out sunbathing in the yard. Even now you seemed too hazy to notice his cock straining against his trousers, or his fingers dug into the couch to prevent himself from touching your body. The way he trembled as he felt you making a mess on him, the only thing between your slick cunt and his leg your already soaked lacy panties…

His laser focus was broken by something entirely unexpected. You whimpered and hid your face against his chest, mumbling “Daddy- please—“

He wasn’t sure if it was the phrase,the tone, or both that finally broke his resolve- but either way he pinned you against the floral sofa forcefully, snarling like an animal.

“T-tommy- what- I’m sorry—?” You squeaked, seeming utterly confused. Did you even know what you’d said to him?

He growled and quickly signed ‘Again’. You blinked, perplexed look quickly replaced with embarrassment. You whined and tried to hide your face but he snarled again and made you look at him. ‘Again. Now.’

“…daddy. Please. Please I need you. Please—“ You begged, panting weakly as you writhed uncomfortably and unsated.

He rutted against you quickly, moving and kissing your neck sloppily. “Mine,” He rasped quietly, a rare sound even for his partner “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Oh my god Tommy- please- I need you to give it to me- I wanna feel you inside-“

He made quick work of his belt, pushing your dress up carelessly and making just as quick a job out of ripping your undies clean apart.

You yelped but replaced the complaint with a blissed out, shuddering whine as he finally rubbed against your bare pussy. “Oh fuck…please- put it in-“

He grunted and pushed your legs back, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours as you felt his weight pressed against you. Even in this moment, he tried his damndest to be gentle, looking your face over for the slightest bit of fear or apprehension. “Tommy, please. Fuck me.” You whimpered out softly.

He pushed in carefully , having to stop only halfway in as you squeezed around him. He was huge, long and girthy and a painful stretch even with you relaxed. He gave a grunt and nuzzled you, hips twitching as he reached between you. Clumsily, roughly, he found your clit and slowly rubbed, purring in approval as you mewled out his name.

He was able to jerk his hips and finally bottomed out with a low groan, face buried in your neck. He held still, taking a ragged breath to try to regain control- but you didn’t want control. You needed him to lose it completely.

“Daddy, please. I want you to fuck a baby into me,” You murmured, letting a desperate whine leak into your voice. It was a bit of a long shot- but he was so possessive. Why wouldn’t he want to breed you?

Thomas’ eyes darkened at the thought and he gave a low noise you could barely classify as he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips, setting a brutal pace.

“Oh god-“ You yelped, bracing yourself on his huge arms as he pounded into you, the entire couch creaking and slamming into the wall at the force. You lost any coherence you had as he again teased your clit, mind blank. You got exactly what you wanted, and it was too much in the best way possible.

You came first- you didn’t know if it was because of his stamina or because even in a frenzy he still needed you to feel just as good. You were almost crying as he continued, overwhelmed and overstimulated - and wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure he didn’t stop for a moment. “Baby please- inside- I want you to finish inside-“ You mewled out in your haze- but damn if you didn’t mean it.

That was all it took, unsurprisingly, for him to thrust one last time and fill you with a snarl. He peppered your face in soft kisses, giving a heaving sigh as he relaxed. You tried to move but he growled, keeping himself firmly inside of you. You blushed a bit as you saw his intense expression “You ah…you really liked when I asked you to knock me up, huh?”

He nodded, huffing at you.

“…you know we have all night to try again, yeah?”

He grunted and finally relented, pulling out and smirking at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs.

“Tommy baby? I love you.” You sighed sleepily

He looked up quickly and seemed shocked. Man of few words that he ways- and never having dreamed he’d need to learn the sign, he took your hand and pressed it against his chest. Right above the heart. In your mind, there was no better way he could have said it; he loved you too.

[luvsupa]

004 | WAS IT REAL?

tags: trueform!sukuna x fem!reader, ANGST, mind games, fluff (kinda), they’re both in love with each other but sukuna is stubborn, still don’t know what else to add

w.c: about 2k (sorry its lowkey short)

a/n: THANK U GUYS FOR SUPPORTING MEEE IM SO THANKFULLLL 🫶🏽🫶🏽 just finished my assignments so I had to post this (sorry it’s late)🙂‍↕️

+ likes and reblogs are appreciated !!

the room is filled with a suffocating silence as you lie propped against the intricately carved headboard, your legs sprawled across the bed. toji is between your thighs, hiding your lower body from sukuna’s intense gaze as he stands in the doorway. your body is on fire, not just from sukuna’s sudden appearance but from the intense orgasm you itching to release but now cruelly interrupted.

sukuna’s patience seems to be wearing thin. each beat of your heart echoes in the quiet room, a reminder that today might be the end for both you and toji. after a long pause, toji decided to pay attention to sukuna as he huffs at the fact he had to cut his time short with you. he couldn’t eat you out without you pleading another man’s name. toji rises from between your thighs, his expression a mix of defiance and amusement as he kneels, leaving you breathless and wide-eyed.

does he really want to have sex in front of sukuna? has he lost his mind?

toji’s chuckle is almost as unsettling as sukuna’s silence. he begins to undress, his black haori slipping off his shoulders to reveal a finely sculpted torso, gleaming under the dim light. the sweat on his muscles makes his physique even more enticing.

“calm y’erself,” toji coos, draping his haori over you as a shield against sukuna’s piercing gaze. “we wouldn’t want our fearsome king to see what’s mine, would we?”

sukuna still remains eerily quiet, his stillness more frightening than any of his previous outbursts. your heart swells at toji’s protective gesture, though the dread of sukuna’s silence weighs heavily on you. you and toji now lie side by side, leaning against the headboard, facing the imposing figure of sukuna.

“if you wanted to join us, ryo, you could’ve just asked,” toji teases, his tone light but laced with mockery. sukuna crosses all four of his arms, his biceps straining against his custom made kimono. his face remains a mask of indifference, amplifying the fear that his silence breeds.

the room falls back into an oppressive quiet, broken only by your rapid, uneven breathing. sukuna’s calm demeanour is far scarier than any display of anger could be. you long for him to shout or act out—absolutely anything but his silence.

then, unexpectedly, sukuna bursts into… laughter? the sound is a dark, guttural roar that shatters the silence, his mirthless humour echoing through the room. you exchange confused glances with toji, both of you bewildered by this bizarre reaction. sukuna’s laughter continues as he clutches the wooden frame of the bed for support, hysterically laughing as your heart beats faster.

his four arms clapping in a mocking applause. his cruel amusement makes you feel small, as if you’re the butt of a cruel joke that’s neither funny nor forgivable.

“ah, you truly are naive; it’s fascinating,” sukuna purrs, his voice dripping with venom as he approaches you. the unsettling praise only deepens your confusion. as you try to seek solace from toji, sukuna’s grip on your chin forces you to meet his gaze. he crouches to your level, his four red glowing eyes boring into yours as he lightly pets your head, playing with your hair in a disturbingly tender way.

“k-kuna, i’m sorry,” you stammer, your voice trembling with fear. the way he addresses you, with an almost soft expression, sends shivers down your spine. “how can a single mortal be so weak and foolish that i find myself feeling sorry for you?” he says, his words cutting deep. tears start to form, blurring your vision.

as you struggle to process his words, you realize the room’s silence grew louder. you glance to the space beside you and find that toji has vanished. panic surges through you, your breath quickening as sukuna’s dark chuckle echoes with your growing horror.

wait.

in that moment it feels as though you’ve plunged into the abyss, your entire being sinking deeper and deeper, your soul being wrenched away by an unseen force.

you open your eyes, gasping for air, and look around. the dinner?

confusion grips you as you see everyone absorbed in their meals, lost in conversation. you glance at your hands, pinching yourself and wincing at the sting, painfully aware that this is no dream.

was i daydreaming about toji? 

did sukuna ever speak to me in his room? 

your mind spins, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. you look up from where you were standing, behind toji, and meet sukuna’s gaze. his smirk is predatory, and you feel as if you’re being consumed by a dark, suffocating force.

there’s no way.

no.

sukuna’s smile stretches wider as he nods, a knowing, almost sadistic gleam in his eyes. your blood runs cold.

he’s the mastermind. he planted every disturbing thought in your head—the moments with toji, the intimate scenes, the claims of possession—all illusions, all his cruel manipulation.

he wanted to break you, to see how easily he could worm his way into your psyche, how far he could push you before you shattered, and he’s just getting started. his amusement at your torment was his twisted pleasure during dinner, with no one else to entertain him. not even yorozu, seated beside him, could distract him. but watching you, standing behind toji, your gaze almost eye fucking toji was all it took for sukuna to unleash his dark games.

you feel the heat rising in your body, and the clothes you’re wearing suddenly feel stifling. overwhelmed by embarrassment, you storm out of the dining hall, desperately trying to steady your breath as you walk down the hallway.

tears well up in your eyes as you grapple with the realization that you’re nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game, his mind games manipulating you at will.

you truly are naive it’s fascinating,

his words echo in your mind, a haunting that drives you mad. as you turn a corner, you use your hands to dab at your eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. suddenly, you freeze when you spot sukuna standing right in the middle of the hallway, his presence making you jump.

“did you enjoy that dirty little fantasy?” he purrs, his tone dripping with amusement as he grips your arm, forcing you to listen to his taunting. “quite nasty of you to have those thoughts during dinner,” he teases, his face twisting into a mock-disgusted expression.

“are you in love with me?” you blurt out shakily, avoiding his gaze as you try to hold back your tears. sukuna looks taken aback by your blunt question, his eyes widening in surprise.

“how dare you ask me such a foolish question. have you bumped your head on the way here?” he retorts, his tone a mix of aggression and confusion. you wince slightly as he tightens his grip on your arm.

“you’re with yorozu, but you’ve got me on your mind. you’re afraid of love, so you’re content to love me from a distance,” you assert, watching as sukuna’s face goes from offended to intrigued. he loosens his grip on your arm, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“I see what this is about,” he says, stepping closer and backing you against the wall, his enormous frame towering over you. the sheer height and intensity of his presence are overwhelming, and as he presses you against the wall as one of his large hand grips your jaw, you can barely breathe.

“you’re jealous that I’m with her and not you, aren’t you? do you wish you were in her place?”

“you’re avoiding my question—you plant these thoughts in my head so I can never be with anyone else but you,” you accuse, noticing the twitch of one of his lower eyes as both your breathings become shallow. sukuna’s face inches closer to yours, his intense eye contact and touch almost making you whimper. his lips are so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your face.

you tentatively reach up, running your fingers through his soft, pink hair. as you do, sukuna’s eyes flutter closed, a deep purr escaping his lips. he leans into your touch, his face drawing ever closer to yours, almost as if he’s going to kiss you. the sensation of his hair beneath your fingers and the closeness of his face send shivers through you, and for a moment, you realize that the king of curses is wrapped around your finger, caught in a vulnerable moment of your doing.

but then, sukuna snaps back to reality. his red eyes narrow with fury as he realizes how close he came to fully surrendering to your touch. his anger flares, and he pins both your hands above your head, slamming them against the wall with such force that you’re acutely aware of how tall and imposing he is.

“I could replace you with a snap of my fingers—you mean nothing to me,” he growls, his words slicing through you like a dagger.

“then do it,” you challenge, meeting his fiery eyes with your own defiant glare. sukuna’s eyes glint with a mix of surprise and admiration at your boldness.

“tsk, what happened to your timid behaviour?” he taunts, his grip on your arms tightening with each word. you remain silent, questioning your own sudden courage. sukuna’s grip begins to loosen as you drop your gaze in defeat, and with a frustrated storming off, he leaves you standing there, feeling both defeated.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

night falls as you and the other servants finish cleaning up the dishes and sweeping the kitchen after the guests have left. having completed your duties, you inform everyone you’re done for the day, and they bid you goodnight. as you walk down the familiar hallway, you glance up to see one of the balcony doors upstairs standing wide open. concerned that one of the servants or maids might have left it open, you quickly take a detour in the direction of the servant quarters and towards the staircase.

when you reach the balcony doors, you peek through and see a tall figure standing outside, enjoying the cool breeze and gazing up at the stars.

“toj’?” you call out, and he turns to look at you, a hint of confusion crossing his face at the nickname you’ve used.

“did you call me toj’ because the thoughts he placed in your head” he asks with a smirk, clearly having overheard your earlier conversation with sukuna. realizing that you and toji had never interacted before, you stammer an apology. he chuckles, reassuring you that it’s okay.

“how much did you hear?” you ask, closing the balcony doors behind you to give you both some privacy as you step further onto the balcony.

“everything.”

oh.

“well—”

“do you love him?” he asks bluntly, his gaze still on the stars as the question hangs between you. his sudden honesty makes you pause, staring at the night sky with him, the moonlight casting a serene glow over the garden below.

“w-when i first met him, i did. he even wanted me for himself,” you admit, watching as toji nods. “but now he tortures me—playing mind games and flaunting that other woman.”

a silence falls between you as you both take in the peaceful night. the stars twinkle brightly, and the moon hangs low, its light reflecting softly off the surrounding trees. you and toji stand there for a while, breathing in the fresh air, letting the moment stretch out, a quiet respite from the chaos of your thoughts.

“i’ve heard enough—how about you serve me and my clan?” toji finally says, breaking the silence. his bluntness catches you off guard, and you turn to him, wide-eyed.

“do you really think he’d let me leave to serve another clan—”

“when my stay is over, come with me. we’ll take you in as part of our family and treat you properly,” he offers, and the idea sounds tempting. you fidget with your fingers, considering his proposal.

“but if you prefer to stay in this hellhole, that’s up to you—”

“i’ll come with you,” you say decisively. toji’s smile widens, his scar stretching as he looks at you approvingly.

“don’t worry y’er pretty head about how you’re getting with me, I already know a plan.” 

[mochinomnoms]

Can i ask for some NSFW scenes in the PTM universe?

If your not comfortable with that please ignore this ask

sure! honestly im surprised more people haven't asked yet lol

this is a scene that i am debating will go into the main story or be a side story since i'm not sure where i'd place it. it's not the most explicit but i still consider it nsfw

tag list: @ghousus

How you got even got to an empty classroom was a miracle, seeing as the festival was in full-blown swing.

But you weren't complaining, in fact you greatly appreciated that Jade at least had gotten you somewhere private.

“Aah!”

Especially since you were having trouble keeping quiet.

Pretty sounds! Pretty sounds! Make more my pearl, you're so enticing, I don't think I could control myself if I tried~

Jade ground your hips harder into his own, shuddering as you two dry humped against each other.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, like you were burning up from the inside, like you could feel everything twofold.

Maybe you were.

“Jade! Please, we can't—shit—not here, please—mmph!” He crashed his lips against your own, groaning as you tightened your arms around his neck and tugged him closer, pressing yourself as close to him as possible.

You could practically feel his heart beating through all the layers of clothes, right against your chest, rhythmic pounding the same as your own.

Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump.

But it wasn't enough.

Why am I so hot? Why do I feel so, so, so much? Why can't I pull away? I don't want to pull away! But I do—no—yes!

Why was the thought of pulling away from Jade so distressing? Like you could never live the thought of molding your skin with his.

I need—please!

Jade's groans were making you hot and bothered, whining as he pulled away to admire you. At this point, you two were quickly building up a dampness in the fabric between your legs.

“P-please, Jade, I'm—” You threw your head back as Jade pressed open mouth kisses against your neck, freeing a hand to pull at your tie and yanked down your shirt to expose your neck and chest.

Mine. Mine. All mine, mine to hold, mine to take!

Jade continued giving you wet kisses down your chest and navel, bringing his gloved hand to your lips, pressing the tip of his middle finger against the plush skin.

“Bite.”

A scrape of sharp teeth at the skin above your heart, a shudder rumbling through your body, a soft, breathless whine leaving your mouth as you did as told.

Feeling you take the tip between your teeth, Jade tugged his hand out of his glove. Moving up, Jade started kissing the pulse in the curve of your neck, suckling as he dragged his now bare hand into your shirt and down your exposed skin.

Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump.

“Mmh, Jaaade—” The curve of your back melted into his touch as he caressed your skin, dragging his fingers against every single bump and blemish he could find.

You felt Jade shiver, moving back up to hover his mouth over yours.

“Say—” You think he almost melted as you almost smashed your mouth against him, hands tugging at his tie in annoyance.

Say my name again, pleasepleasepleaseplease—

“Jaaaaaaade!”

Jade let out a soft, breathless chuckle as you groaned into his mouth and finally yanked off his tie and threw it behind him.

“Mm~” You taste so… “Eager, aren't we?”

You huffed, leaning back to glare at him, freeing one of your hands from around his neck to gesture at your open shirt, falling over your shoulders like a lead in a bad porno.

“You did this,”

And I'm not finished with you.

“You let me.” Taking a deep inhale, Jade's gaze drew over your exposed body. It made you feel hot, the need to swallow the drool growing in your mouth as you watched his tongue wet his lips. Slow and sensual, like he was savoring the flavor on the skin.

Savoring your flavor.

As he continued speaking, Jade gently guided you to lay down on the desk, melting along with you and grinding into you hard, making you gasp.

“That says more about you than myself, does it not?”

[zhongrin]

© zhongrin | 2024  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ wriothesley

✼ tags ┈ minors dni, gn pronouns but reader has boobs and is implied to not mind wearing feminine clothes, chubby reader, insecure reader, nothing explicit but suggestive, fluff, domestic

✼ a/n ┈ 'rin this seems oddly specific' yes well i might have received a cute pajama as a xmas present and i might have faced the same issue as reader ー immensely disappointed that my thighs are too big for them and how my tits keep getting squished in half by the stupid sewing line that is supposed to go UNDER the boobs, so this is how i cope 😔

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

wriothesley buying you a couple pajama set to celebrate you finally moving in with him, but he miscalculated your sizes. while it still fits you, they're a little.... tight, especially around your full chest and thighs. you're horrified and embarrassed, insecurity hitting in full force as you exited the bathroom and apologized profusely, as if it was your fault that the clothes he bought you didn't fit.

what you don't know is that the duke's eyes are zeroed on the way your breasts are stretching the top, its buttons straining and creating a slight opening showing your enticing skin ー oh shit, he thinks as he realized you weren't wearing a bra. of course they won't be wearing a bra when they sleep, he berates himself, inwardly facepalming at his own stupidity before another thought struck him, icy eyes shaking as he glanced downwards at the way your thick thighs strain the pajama pants ー

fuck, does that mean they're also not wearing panties?

bloody hell - now his own pants are straining.

he barely listens to your words, choosing to pull you into straddling him while he sat at the edge of your shared bed instead. his cheeks are dusted in pinks and his pupils are blown with lust, promising a night of not-so-innocent activities, if his wandering hands squeezing the delicious plumpness of the fat of your thighs hadn't hinted it enough.

it's fine if the pajamas don't fit.... he can just rip them off you and buy you a new one. you would look delectable in a chemise. or a teddy. maybe even with garters. or perhaps in one of those... indecent ones, whatever they're called.

but for now, wriothesley wants his midnight snack.

and what the duke wants, the duke gets.

✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ) ┈ @abyssmal-skies | @hamdehlesmis | @depressivecomforts | @sunnshineflxwer | @yuutasbabe | @queen-belial | @stygianoir | @silentmoths | @niktwazny303 | @dustofthedailylife | @marina-and-the-memes | @mixed-kester | @lordbugs | @anonymousficreader | @shizunxie | @ansy-tea | @irethepotato | @sassy-cat-in-town | @syrenkitsune | @smokipoki | @cakeboxie | @crystalflygeo | @ciexuvia | @illaasya | @celestewritestoomuch | @pams-comfortzone | @spidermanluvr444 | @ourstrawberryclouds | @ryuryuryuyurboat | @hrts4hanniehae | @fiannee

[andersonfilms]

whats hers is mine | abby anderson

tags: eighteen+, wlw, sexual content, gf’s roommate!abby, toxic!abby, cheating (don't go cheating on your partners this is for fantasy purposes babe), abby fr is menance in this.

an. yeah! i was horny so...this literally came out of my brain so smoothly. do i hate it? yes. but am i still going to post it nd fight my brain telling me not to? yeah! happy reading my h*rny pals.

abby being your girlfriend’s roommate who you harbor a slight attraction towards. it’s nothing big, you have this under control, or at least it’s what you tell yourself. she’s hot, gorgeous, so incredibly muscular it makes you see stars. it tears you apart thinking of all the ways her strength could make you submit to her will.

make you hers.

fuck. but you have a girlfriend.

it’s a reminder you have to repeat over in your mind anytime you catch yourself being too flirty with her, but then she gives it to you right back. now, every night you dream of her milky skin, stunning blues looking right at you, and those soft lips caressing every inch of your skin, leaving marks in their path as abby stakes her claim. yet, you wake up with your girlfriend’s arm around you with your chest feeling warm at the fantasy of someone else. you have to avoid abby before you do something completely idiotic.

yet, she’s the first one to make the first move.

abby knows you’ve been avoiding her like the plague, so when she’s presented with a perfect opportunity, the conflict at hand is met with absolutely no resistance.

“abby, you’ve blocked my car in. can you move yours?” you ask through the shut door. she gives you a soft yes and when you’re two seconds from walking downstairs to meet her in the driveway.

she opens the fucking bathroom door.

water drips down sunkissed freckled skin, glistening from the shower she obviously took. her blonde hair darker than usual, falling down her back. the smirk there is vile, begging you to look further than her blue eyes.

with the way abby is looking at you, there’s no fucking way she doesn’t want it. clearly, she’s more patient than most, waiting for you to drop the eye contact.

“well?” abby lifts her left eyebrows, cocking her head to the side as she waits for you to react, crumble, cry. you’re not sure what exactly she’s looking for. the confidence radiating from her is irritating just as it is enticing.

when you shake your head silently, repeatedly too, the tall blonde takes a one step forward, the pad of her thumb places pressure on your chin, guiding your gaze where she wants. happily, you comply.

jesus fucking christ, you’d fully believe she was made just for you if someone told you.

the auburn towel is secured around hips loosely, her toned abdomen on full display, her small breasts sit beautifully, nipples hardened from the cool air. it’s not fair how fucking perfect she looks. there’s not a damn thing you want more than to wrap your lips around her pink nipples and suck.

“now, are you going to stop pretending you don’t want to fuck me, baby?” abby taunts, her voice light and airy but it shoots right to your core.

“i-i, abby, this is wrong we shouldn’t be doing this. you need to get dressed.” you try to great some distance but abby pulls you towards her as you enter the bathroom with her, left arm shutting the door as she locks it.

“mhm, you’ve been dating for what? two months? don’t be stupid baby, think with that pretty pussy of yours. know she wants me and you do too, babygirl.” abby grabs your hand placing it on her towel, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

“you can take it off if you want. do you wanna see my pussy baby?”

shit.

your fingertip plays with the fibers, before you can process what you’re doing, it’s unraveling off her strong hips exposing more of her built physique for your greedy eyes. quads are flexing as you take her in, the muscle rippling as you feast on her.

you have never been so truly and royally fucked.

meticulously, she removes each piece of clothing you’re wearing as her lips attack your own. as if she’s been planning this moment since she laid eyes on you. she bends you over the sink, your pretty ass in the air for her and her fingers smooth over your delectable cunt, enjoying the inconsistent twitching your taut body provides.

“now, be a good girl for me and let me fuck my baby, yeah? ‘m gonna fuck you better than she ever would.”

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[prettyobsessed]

⋆。⋆💋⋆ Lace & Desire ⋆ ﾟ❤️‍🔥 (HOT AF)

☁︎/ pairings: Zayne / fem!reader ☾ / genre: smut [nsfw 18+, mdni] ₊˚ / tags: nsfw, super nsfw, no plot smut, mutual attraction, clit playing, masturbation, submissive y/n, dominant zayne, mentions of daddy, mentions of cum dumpster, mentions of slave, role-play, slightly/very rough sex, lots of teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, mouth job, hand job, kissing, clit stimulation, choking, lots of spanking, upstanding citizen position lol, creampie, cum inside, cum shot, mature sexual content ♡ / word count: 4.6k

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In her quiet apartment, the narrator decides to spice up the night by sending teasing photos to Zayne, igniting a thrilling game of seduction. As anticipation builds, she wonders how far he'll let her take it, knowing their quiet night will soon be electrified by their passionate tension. ﹌﹌﹌

‘Don't make me come there and punish you,’ he warned, igniting a thrilling rush of arousal within me. Zayne's challenge only served to heighten my excitement, and I responded with a final, enticing image—my back arched, showcasing my perky ass in all their glory. ‘56646. that’s my passcode. see you soon 😋’ I teased, unable to contain my anticipation.

𓍢ִ໋₊˚*ੈ♡⸝⸝⋆୧ ˙  As the clock ticked towards 9:38 PM on a Thursday night, the silence of my apartment seemed to amplify the dull ache of boredom settling in. With a sigh, I set aside my phone and glanced around the dimly lit room, the soft glow of lamplight casting long shadows across the walls. The stillness was palpable, broken only by the occasional distant rumble of passing cars outside.

Lost in the quietude, memories of Zayne flooded my mind—their intensity warming me from within. I couldn't shake the image of our passionate exchanges from a week ago, the heat of our desire lingering in the air like an intoxicating perfume. With a sudden spark of inspiration, I retrieved the new lingerie set I'd ordered online—a deep, lacey black ensemble that I knew would set Zayne's pulse racing.

Standing before the full-length mirror, I couldn't help but admire the way the lace hugged my curves, accentuating every contour with a tantalising allure. A mischievous thought danced at the edges of my consciousness—why not inject a little excitement into this mundane night? I knew Zayne's schedule like the back of my hand; no surgeries tonight, just a series of tedious meetings. The idea of inviting Zayne into my apartment, a space he'd never set foot in before, sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. We've only shared passionate moments in his space before, never mine. With a flicker of determination, I snapped a few provocative photos of myself in the lingerie and sent them off to Zayne, accompanied by a teasing message. 

‘busy?’, I texted, attaching a suggestive image of myself with legs parted. "miss you so much, daddy” I added playfully, anticipating his reaction. His response was swift, his words carrying a hint of authority and desire. ‘You can’t do this to me right now. I’m in a meeting.’ Undeterred, I escalated the teasing, sending another photo—this time, straddling a snowman plushie, a playful nod to our shared fantasies. 

‘Don't make me come there and punish you,’ he warned, igniting a thrilling rush of arousal within me. Zayne's challenge only served to heighten my excitement, and I responded with a final, enticing image—my back arched, showcasing my perky ass in all their glory. ‘56646. that’s my passcode. see you soon 😋’ I teased, unable to contain my anticipation.

I wanted to push his boundaries, to see how far he'd let me take this game of seduction. As the anticipation mounted, I couldn't help but wonder what Zayne's reaction would be. Would he succumb to the temptation, or would he resist my advances? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain—the quietude of this night was about to be shattered by the electrifying tension between us.

"Be a good girl and wait for me," Zayne's last text arrived, laden with promise, and I eagerly complied (or maybe not), my pulse racing with anticipation. In less than 30 minutes, I heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking, signalling Zayne's arrival. "Y/N…?" he called out my name, his voice tinged with anticipation. As he stepped into the room, his presence electrified the air, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Dressed in his signature black collared shirt and sleek work pants, both my weakness, I knew I would falter sooner or later. But as of now, I had a mission to complete—to make him needy enough to beg me.

Meanwhile, I reclined on the bed, eyes closed, fingers tracing lazy circles on the delicate fabric of my thong. Beneath its embrace, my clit throbbed with anticipation, eagerly awaiting Zayne's touch. With practiced finesse, I reached for the vibrator beside me, teasing myself with its arousing vibrations, each movement imbued with a sense of anticipation. The room felt charged with erotic tension, a prelude to the passionate encounter about to unfold. “I told you to wait for me, didn’t I?” Zayne's voice stood before me, shattering the silence. His words sending a thrill of excitement racing through me. “I’m going to punish you,” he declared, his tone heavy with desire as he made his way to the sofa in the corner, his eyes fixed on me with unwavering intensity.

As he settled into the seat, a surge of defiance stirred within me. I didn’t want him to simply watch—I wanted to tease him, to punish him for not giving me the attention I craved. With a determined resolve, I continued to pleasure myself with the vibrator, each flick of my wrist a deliberate invitation for him to join me in the throes of passion. But Zayne had other plans. “I’m not gonna do anything to you,” he stated, his words dripping with promise. “I’m just gonna sit here and watch you play with yourself.” The challenge in his voice only fuelled my desire further. Determined, I continued pleasuring myself with the vibrator, allowing him to witness my torment. I intensified my movements, each stroke of the vibrator against my clit sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I could sense Zayne's gaze burning into me, his desire evident in the way he watched, but I refused to yield. I wanted him to go wild, to lose control and fuck me senselessly after this. The mere thought of his roughness, the way he might choke me while delivering spanks, drove me wild. I maintained the steady rhythm, circling my clit with the vibrator and moaning his name, intent on arousing him for the impending encounter. 

My legs parted slightly as I continued to pleasure myself. I then pulled my thong to the side so that I could feel my vibrator even more intensely on my clit. I noticed him staring intensely at me from the sofa, his eyes tracing every movement, every expression, every curve accentuated by my lingerie. I knew he wanted to badly fuck me in it. The anticipation of his desire fuelling my own, I felt on the brink of climax just from his gaze alone.

As Zayne stood mere feet away, his imposing presence filled the room. With my left hand, I cupped my breast, teasingly pinching my erect nipple, while my right hand gripped the vibrator, its buzzing against my clit driving me relentlessly toward the brink of ecstasy. Moaning his name, I met his gaze, revelling in the power of my own pleasure. Each stroke, each caress, heightened the tension, propelling me toward release.

Riding the wave of my orgasm, I continued to chant Zayne's name, eagerly anticipating his touch later. My body hummed with electricity as I pressed the vibrator against my clit, prolonging the blissful sensation.

After savouring the peak of my orgasm, I rose from the bed, my limbs still tingling with pleasure. With deliberate grace, I began to crawl towards him, each movement purposeful, my hips swaying in a mesmerising rhythm. The air crackled with anticipation as I closed the distance between us, my eyes locked on his with unwavering intensity.

Once near enough, my hands ventured forward, exploring the fabric of his pants with feather-light touches. Zayne's hands remained on the armrest, unmoving. The material beneath my fingertips felt smooth and inviting, heightening my senses as I traced the contours of his thighs, inching closer to the throbbing arousal that awaited me.

In a kneeling position, I slowly began to caress his clothed erection with my lips, each kiss a tantalising tease. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire palpable in the air. With each stroke of my tongue, I could sense his control slipping, his restraint waning as he surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure coursing through him. Zayne looked hot and bothered, his desire evident in the way he watched me, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment.

“Are you sure you just wanna sit and watch me play with your dick all by myself?” I teased, a playful pout playing on my lips. He stayed seated, his gaze never wavering, his desire palpable in the air between us. “Unbuckle my pants,” he commanded, his voice filled with authority. I did as he asked without hesitation, maintaining eye contact with him as I unbuckled his pants. “Now take it out and lick it,” he instructed, his voice laced with anticipation. 

Each time my gaze fell upon his impressive member, I couldn't help but marvel at its sheer size and thickness, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through me. The anticipation of feeling him fill me up, stretching me to my limits, sent a thrill down my spine. With eager hands, I liberated his arousal from its confines, gently guiding it out from beneath the fabric of his pants. As I lowered his trousers for his comfort, I couldn't resist the urge to admire him fully exposed before me.

Coating his length with my saliva, I savoured the taste of him, relishing in the way he responded to my touch. His throbbing length stretched beyond the limits of my mouth, almost impossible to accommodate entirely. With each swirl of my tongue around his tip, his breath hitched in his throat, his desire evident in the intensity of his gaze. "You know how I like it sloppy. More spit," he demanded, his voice husky with need, his eyes dark with desire, urging me to indulge his every whim.

Following his commands, I coated his throbbing member with a liberal amount of saliva, my hand moving with purpose and urgency, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. "Yes, just like that, princess," he praised, his words dripping with desire, igniting a fiery need within me. The endearing term sent a rush of excitement coursing through me, amplifying my desire to please him in every way possible.

As I continued, I pushed myself beyond my limits, unable to stop gagging on his dick. His hands remained on the armrest, yet I could feel his reaction as I went deeper, my eyes rolling backward involuntarily. Zayne's response was palpable, a muttered 'fuck' slipping from his lips before he leaned forward, gently pulling my mouth away from his throbbing length.

With a sudden tug on my hair, he forced me to meet his gaze, his intensity heightened. "I can’t take it anymore, can't wait to mess you up," he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my neck. In response, I teased him playfully, biting my lower lip and meeting his gaze with a sultry look. "Why wait?"

He wasted no time, guiding my head to gag me with his dick once more, my eyes watery and drool cascading down my chin. “I love drooling on your cock,” I said to Zayne, the admission pushing him over the edge. With his patience wearing thin, he swiftly pulled up his pants before lifting me with practiced ease, settling me straddled on his lap. Purposeful strides carried us to the bed, where he positioned himself, and I found myself draped over his lap, anticipation pulsating with each passing second. Zayne's fingers trace intricate patterns over my clit, teasing and enticing me with each delicate touch. In the next instant, his hand shifts, grabbing my ass firmly before delivering a sharp spank that reverberates through the room, the sound echoing in the stillness.

The first sharp spank sent a jolt of ecstasy coursing through me, igniting an insatiable hunger. Suddenly, a mischievous idea sparked in my mind, and I decided to indulge in a bit of playful role-play, leveraging Zayne's profession as a doctor.

“I need more, Doctor Zayne” I pleaded while biting my lower lip, my voice dripping with desire— craving his touch like a potent drug. Zayne froze for a moment, his expression shifting from surprise to amusement. "This isn't covered by your insurance, y'know," he quipped, his tone playful yet commanding, before delivering another sharp but mighty spank on my ass.

I couldn't help but laugh at his response, the sound echoing in the room as I remained straddled over his lap, revelling in the playful banter between us. But then, in an instant, the mood shifted, and Zayne seamlessly reverted to his dominant stance, delivering another firm spank to my exposed flesh.

With each resounding spank, his voice low and commanding, he chastised me for my naughtiness, his words driving me to new heights of arousal. "So fucking naughty, pleasuring yourself in front of me," he growled, his hand delivering each punishing blow with precision. I squirmed beneath his touch, unable to contain the pleasure that surged through me with each impact. “Sending me pics while I’m at work, you love it when I’m distracted, don’t you?” with each word, he punctuated his statement with another firm spank, the impact sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.

A swift strike from his left hand landed on my ass, the sting on my ass was met with a subtle tightening of his grip around my neck, sending a thrilling jolt of excitement coursing through me. Involuntarily, my back arched in response, an instinctive reaction to the sensation.

I moaned once more, gasping for air, my body wavering but my determination to take control unwavering. As I attempted to shift my body, aiming to use his broad shoulders to lift myself up and straddle Zayne on his lap, a surge of futile resistance washed over me. Zayne's grip remained unyielding, firmly in control. Despite my efforts to regain dominance, he held me firmly in his grasp, each spank serving as a sharp reminder of my transgressions. "Do you think you can get away with this?" he questioned, his tone dripping with dominance. "Making me lose control and expecting things to go your way?" Each word was punctuated by another sharp spank, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. With each impact, my ass bounced, fueling his desire to deliver more.

“Answer me,” he commands, tugging at my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. "No, daddy," I gasp, a shiver of anticipation coursing through me as another sharp spank lands, followed by his gentle touch to soothe the sting. “You’re going to do what I tell you, understood?” His voice is firm, demanding obedience. I nod eagerly, my body trembling with excitement and submission. 

Before delving into anything more extreme, Zayne reminded me to use our safe word if things went too far. I assured him that I would, eager to trust in our mutual boundaries.

"Lay on your back and spread for me," he ordered, and without hesitation, I complied. His commands were my guide, and I willingly surrendered to his desires. As I lay before him, legs wide open, he joined me on the bed, positioning himself to fully admire my exposed form. Zayne lifted my legs, hovering them over my stomach, his gaze fixated on my glistening clit, still hidden and wet beneath the fabric of the lingerie. 

With deliberate precision, he pushed the fabric of my thong aside, exposing my throbbing clit to his hungry gaze. Without a moment's hesitation, he delivered a powerful spank across my exposed flesh, the sensation simultaneously arousing and electrifying.

"That's what you get for distracting me,” he admonished, his hand returning to soothe the sting he had caused. Adjusting my position slightly, he seized my breasts, eliciting a sharp gasp as he pulled down my lingerie bra to pinch my nipples and deliver a punishing slap across my breasts and then to my clit. 

“That’s what you get for teasing me,” he growled, his touch alternating between punishment and pleasure, each sensation driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each slap of his hand against my swollen clit, the intensity of my desire surged, propelled by the knowledge that I was at his mercy. And as he continued to tease and torment me, I surrendered completely to the intoxicating power of his dominance.

“And that,” he continued, his voice husky with desire, “is for tempting me beyond control.” With each stroke of his hand against my throbbing clit, I felt the tension coil tighter within me, aching for release. Tonight, I surrendered to the game, willingly becoming the one who begged for his touch, yearning to feel his every caress and penetration. The desire to taste him, to engulf his throbbing member in my mouth, consumed me entirely. In the depths of my being, I found solace in Zayne's dominance, reveling in his complete control over my body. It was as if I craved nothing more than to be his plaything, his puppet to manipulate at his whim, his slave to fulfill his every desire.

With one final slap on my clit, Zayne soothes it once more, eliciting a delicious blend of pleasure and pain that brought tears to my eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he removed my lingerie thong, each movement laden with anticipation. With a devilish grin, he tucked it into his pocket, a silent reminder of his control over me.

Then, with a hunger that matched my own, he descended on my clit, his tongue a fervent instrument of pleasure. He devoured it with an insatiable appetite, his movements precise and calculated. His tongue traced intricate patterns from my anus to my clit, and back again, each stroke sending electric waves of pleasure coursing through me. With each lick and suck, he coated my clit with his saliva, mingling with my arousal and heightening the intensity of the moment. And all the while, his unwavering gaze locked onto mine, a silent challenge that dared me to lose myself completely in the ecstasy of his touch.

But Zayne's hunger knew no bounds. With a growl of desire, he shifted his focus, using his tongue to fuck my pussy repeatedly, his movements rhythmic and relentless. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through my body, driving me to the brink of madness as I surrendered completely to his skilled ministration.

With one final lick from him, I was sent hurtling over the edge, my release flooding over Zayne's tongue in a torrent of ecstasy. My body convulsed with pleasure, every nerve tingling with the intensity of the moment. Yet, Zayne continued to ride the wave of my orgasm, his tongue remaining firmly latched onto my pulsating pussy. The sensation was so intense that I couldn't help but arch my back in response, offering myself completely to the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

"Who said you could cum on my tongue?” Zayne's voice sliced through the air with authority. He seized my torso, forcing me to face him, my body now positioned on all fours. Still lost in the throes of my orgasm, I couldn't muster a response. His grip tightened around my neck, and with a sharp spank on my ass, he demanded again in a low, commanding voice, "Answer me."

Pouting and shaking my head, my eyes still watery from the overwhelming pleasure, I struggled to regain my composure. "N-no one," I gasped for air, my voice barely a whisper as I tried to come back from my high.

"So why did you?" Zayne's question dripped with dominance, his gaze piercing into my soul. "I'm sorry, daddy” I said in a playful, teasing manner, pouting my lips as I met his gaze. "I'm gonna make it up to you," I continued, leaning in to give him a small peck on the lips, my heart racing with anticipation of what was to come.

With each breath, the scent of his cologne mingled with the musky aroma of desire, intensifying the longing pooling in my core. 

I took a moment to reclaim my breath and composure, my eyes lingering on Zayne. The crisp lines of his black collared shirt and the snug fit of his work pants accentuated every contour of his masculine form, intensifying my desire and fuelling my determination to pleasure him even more.

Motivated by a surge of resolve, I pushed Zayne off the bed, compelling him to stand on the edge of it. Hastily, I seized the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to reveal his mighty erection in all its glory once again. Still positioned on all fours on the bed, I wasted no time in engulfing Zayne's throbbing member with my mouth, eagerly licking and sucking with fervour.

Driven by an insatiable hunger, I suckle and lick Zayne's throbbing shaft, my tongue tracing every vein and contour, coaxing moans of pleasure from deep within him. The taste of his skin, salty and intoxicating, dances across my senses, driving my hunger for him to new heights. As I lavish attention upon him, I allow my saliva to cascade down his length, glistening in the dim light of the room like liquid silk.

He gathers my hair into his firm grip, guiding it with care as I continue to lavish attention on his throbbing cock.

With each descent, I push myself to take him deeper, feeling the tension in his muscles as I brush against the back of my throat. The sensation of him stretching me, filling me, turning me on like never before. I embrace the gagging, the tightness, knowing that each vibration emanating from my mouth only serves to heighten his pleasure. 

Through it all, I remain attuned to his responses, the subtle shifts in his breathing and the way his body tenses beneath my touch. I revel in the power I hold over him, the control I wield with each flick of my tongue and gentle suck. In this moment, I am his ultimate source of pleasure, and I am determined to leave him trembling with satisfaction.

Zayne took a moment to deliver a sharp spank to my ass, heightening the intensity of the moment, before allowing me to continue drooling and licking eagerly over every inch of his pulsating member. “So fucking needy for me”, he remarked, his voice filled with both lust and dominance.

His breath hitched with each eager stroke of my tongue, his arousal palpable in the air. With his hand still firmly gripping my hair, Zayne guides me in syncopated rhythm, each motion synchronised with his eager thrusts. The sensation of his commanding touch and the rhythm of our movements fuel my desire to please him further, driving me to new heights of arousal and surrender. I swirled my tongue over every inch of his tip and length, tracing the contours of his throbbing cock. With each lick, I could feel the veins pulsating beneath my touch, a tangible sign of his arousal and my effect on him.

“I love your cock, I love it I love it I love it,” I murmured, taking a brief pause from sucking to express my admiration. Then, with a subtle hum of pleasure, I resumed, each moan vibrating through him and further intensifying the pleasure.

“Oh yeah?” he teased, his tone dripping with amusement. Suddenly, he shoved my entire head and mouth onto his hard erection, ramming it deep—causing me to choke and gag. Despite the overwhelming sensation, he knows my limits and where to draw the line. “Choke on this,” he commanded, his voice filled with authority. 

He withdrew his cock from my mouth and spat into it, the warm liquid mingling with my own saliva as he reclaimed his dominance—guiding his member deep into my mouth once more. For a few exhilarating seconds, he holds it there, allowing me to feel every pulsation, before withdrawing, leaving me gasping for air. Eyes watery, mouth drooling, I'm a trembling mess before Zayne, consumed by desire.

As my eyes roll backward from the intensity, the overwhelming sensation only heightens my craving for him, for the taste of his cock filling my mouth. I revel in the act of choking on his dick, each gasp for breath fuelling my arousal. My pussy throbs with need, aching for the feeling of him deep inside me. Zayne withdraws his dick from my mouth and then firmly grasps my cheeks, pulling my face close to his. His gaze pierces mine before claiming my lips with a hungry kiss. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he breathes against my lips, his words dripping with raw desire.

"Please, fuck me," I pleaded, meeting his gaze with desperation and desire.

"Why? You don’t need it. You can cum on your own," Zayne teased, his words laced with a hint of punishment for my earlier transgression—having an orgasm without waiting for him.

I begged him even more fervently.

"Mmm, beg me more. I kinda like it," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. So I obeyed, my pleas growing more urgent. "Please, please, fuck me. I want to be your cum dumpster. I need your cock, Zayne. I need it inside of me,” I whimpered, my desperation palpable in evert word. My moans and pleas became increasingly frantic as my need for him grew more desperate.

The air crackled with tension as my words hung in the space between us.

Zayne moaned in response, his hunger evident as he caved in to my desire. With a commanding tone, he instructed me to remove my bra, and I complied without hesitation. Still on the bed before him, his erection throbbing with anticipation, he lifted me effortlessly from the bed, positioning me to straddle him. Facing each other, I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the heat of his arousal against my skin. His arms and hands locked underneath my thighs, providing support as he carried me higher, his lips descending to suckle and tease my hardened nipples. The sensation was electrifying.

With a deliberate motion, he pressed me firmly against the wall near the bed, the cool surface contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from our bodies. As he slid his cock inside me, a wave of overwhelming sensation washed over me, rendering me breathless and powerless to resist. I moaned in response, my voice echoing in the room, as his movements grew increasingly fervent and needy.

With each thrust, he plunged deeper into me. My nails dug into his back, leaving half-moon imprints as I clung to him, lost in the intensity of the moment. I couldn't suppress my moans of pleasure, each one escaping my lips as I surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation of his cock inside me. My hands found their way into Zayne's hair, tugging gently as I arched my back, offering myself completely to him. His lips found mine in a fevered kiss, our breath mingling as our bodies moved in perfect sync. I bounced on his cock, meeting his thrusts with equal fervour, the ecstasy building with each movement. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, I held back, waiting for him to reach the brink of release. "I'm close," Zayne gasped, his breath ragged as he continued to grip my body tightly, driving us both towards ecstasy. "I'm on a pill. I need that cum buried deep inside me," I whispered, my voice barely above a breathy plea. With those words, Zayne's control shattered, his climax erupting with a powerful release as he emptied himself inside me—his cock driving even deeper. And soon after, I climaxed too.

The sensation of his warm seed filling me sent me over the edge, my body convulsing in pleasure as I rode out the waves of ecstasy. I could feel every pulse of his release, a delicious warmth spreading through me, mingling with the throbbing heat of my own climax. Even as the intensity of our climaxes subsided, I remained insatiable, eager to prolong the connection and savour every moment of our passion. With each movement, I guided his still-throbbing cock back inside me, circling my hips to ensure every drop of his cum was pumped deep within. Our bodies moved in a synchronized dance of desire, the rhythm of our lovemaking echoing through the room.

Zayne's expression was a blend of ecstasy and dazed—almost incredulous, that I still had the energy to keep him in such a state of bliss. He then lifted me, his cum dripping from my pussy to the floor, leaving me feeling simultaneously full and empty without his cock inside me. Despite the overwhelming sensations, he maintained his firm grip underneath my thighs, refusing to let go. He buried his face in my breasts, still riding the high of our shared climax.

Still carrying me, he guided us back onto the bed with gentle guidance. As we lay intertwined on the bed, his heartbeat resonating against my skin—enveloping me in a comforting embrace. Zayne's care and tenderness washed over me like a soothing balm. With tender kisses, he traced a path along my neck and shoulders, each touch a soothing balm to the lingering sensations of our lovemaking. His lips whispered words of affection and reassurance, filling the room with a sense of warmth and intimacy.

I nestled closer to him, feeling the weight of his body against mine, grounding me in the present moment.

“Don't tease me like that again,” he murmured in a low tone, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief. I couldn't resist teasing him further. "Or what? You gonna punish me again?" I retorted, a mischievous glint in my eye as excitement bubbled within me. Zayne's smirk only widened as he cupped my face in his hands, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. "Come on, let’s go shower," he suggested, his tone laced with promise. "I'll make sure you learn your lesson properly this time."

My heart raced with excitement at the prospect of another round of playfulness with him. "Second round?" I suggested eagerly, a playful grin spreading across my face. "Yes, sirrrrr."

—by prettyobsessed⋆˚✿˖° 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡

Editor’s note: i saw a meme on reddit and some parts were inspired by it 😀 also, i actually wanted to name this piece 'Midnight Tease' but ultimately chose Lace & Desire instead. What do you think? :) hope you enjoyed this one! ♡

[sarawritestories]

Unwavering Presence Chapter 2

Cassian X Archeron Sister (Reader)

Summary: After the first week at the Night Court the Archeron Twins are going back to the spring court. But Y/N comes back with a souvenir of her own a parting gift from the High Lord of the Night

Content Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.1K

Chapter 1

Story Tags: @hellodarling1357 @hnyclover @waytoomanyteenagefeels @amara-moonlight @impossibelle @esposadomd @sleepylunarwolf @stressed-reader @kylaisra @marvelouslovely-barnes @magicstrengthandcourage @spideytingley @awkardnerd @donttellthecats @tastydewdrops @vermillionwinter @asweetblueberry2 @bunnyredgirl

A/N: Honestly I am blown away by the love and support you all sent me for the first chapter. This is kind of a fluffy chapter. I have been sick so I apologize if this isn't as good!

It was the end of the week and Feyre was thrumming with excited energy. I knew she could not wait to go back to the Spring Court. After that night and meeting that handsome male-Cassian, I didn’t venture out around the manor at night nervous to run into him again. When I had a Nightmare, I just sat at the armchair in the room and watched my sister’s chest rise and fall until I found my eyes drooping. I always awoke with a blanket wrapped around me the next morning.

Feyre smiled, “Ready to go ho-“She paused, “Back today?”

I shrugged, “Ready as I’ll ever be, but right now I just would like some breakfast.” I paused and gave her a pointed look. “Do you think you can try to be nice to our host.”

Feyre straightened her nose sticking up in the air, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am as civil as always.” She looked beautiful in her Night court outfit. It was teal with sheer sleeves that show a bit of midriff with matching pants. I was in something similar in peach tone but mine was a skirt with slit that ran up to my thigh.  Feyre looped her arm into my own and when we opened the door, we found Rhysand on the other end ready to knock. “Oh hello, High Lord we were just coming down to have breakfast with you.” Feyre put on her fakest smile that enticed an unladylike snort to come out of me.

“Oh wonderful, if you don’t mind Feyre Darling,” I noticed she scowled at the nickname, but Rhysand continued, “I would like to speak to your sister in private for a moment.”

Feyre’s nostrils flared, “Absolutely I mind, you wil-”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed interrupting her, “Fey, it’s fine. We’ll meet you in the dining room.” Feyre looked at me and I gave her an affirming nod and squeezed her arm.

Feyre released my arm and bumped Rhysand’s shoulder with force and the High Lord smiled in response, “Are you some kind of masochist, High Lord? Its almost like you enjoy getting hurt by my sister.” I raise a brow as I see him rub his hand behind his neck and…Blushing. “Oh my, you do like when she’s mean to you.”

Rhysand puts his hand down, “I do not, hush, you remind me of the General of my armies. He’s a smartass like you.”

I smirk, “I look forward to meeting him sometime.” Rhysand’s face shifts to something more serious, “Am I in trouble?”

The High Lord’s brow furrowed, “Not at all, should you be?”

I began rocking my weight back and forth from each foot out of nervousness, “I may have snuck into the library the day we got here.”

Rhysand huffed a laugh, “Hope you found some good reading material, but no. I just wanted to make sure you are doing since…” he didn’t need to finish his thought for me to know what he was talking about.

I give him a smile, “I’m fine, Rhysand-“

“Rhys. You can call me Rhys.” He interrupted.

Rhys is what Cassian had called him in the library. “Okay, Rhys, I appreciate your concern, but I don’t think you need to worry about me.” I bit my lip. Its Feyre you should be worried about she won’t talk to me about what happened Under the Mountain.

“I can worry about multiple things at once,” Rhys countered I met his violet gaze and noticed that stars that winked out at the seriousness in his tone, clearly not realizing that I had said that out loud. He took a step closer and gripped my hand to lift my eyes, his eyes drifting over to the yellowed bruise from Tamlin’s grip a week ago. “Are you treated well in his court?”

I was taken aback by his question, “I’m not sure what you’re asking me, Rhys.” I murmur lightly tugging my hand away and he lets me. “Tamlin has made is love for Feyre known. He is…good.” I gritted out the last word.

Rhys tucked his hand into his pocket. “You don’t have to say or tell me anything if you don’t want to. I know you are protective of your sister. I just want you to know that if you want to talk or need to let out some steam, you are free to do so, while you’re here.” He gave me a tight smile and was about to exit.

“We don’t like each other.” Rhysand paused at the door not turning to face me I kept going, not sure why I was sharing, “I think he didn’t like that Feyre and I are a package deal. I don’t know for certain why he is cold and…aggressive toward me. I can tell you that the wedding was the first time that he put his hands on me.”

Rhysand turned around and walked toward me and gripped my hand, “Make a bargain with me.”

“What for? I’m not dying anymore.” I felt Rhys give my hand a light squeeze, “I can take care of myself you know..”

Rhys smiled, “I know you can, Y/N, I am specifically asking for a bargain, because if we have a bargain, we will have a direct line of communication.”

I gave him a doubtful look, “Why would I need that?”

Rhys smile fell and his face turned serious which caused me to straighten my spine, “In case you need my help, I’ll know where to find you.”

My brow furrowed, “Why do you care? What do you benefit from ensuring I’m safe?”

Rhys sighed frustratingly, “Maybe I’m concerned with how your sister would feel, if something would happen to you. Maybe it’s because you were the first person to look me in my eyes and tell me you trusted me and looked at me as something other than Amarantha’s Whore. Or maybe I’m just trying to be your friend because correct me if I’m wrong, you could really use one.”

I looked at our entwined hands, and I met his eyes again, “A friend would be nice. What are the terms?”

“All I want is for you to ask for help if you need it. In return I will do whatever you wish within reason of course.”

I playfully sigh, “So turning Tamlin into a rat is not an option, got it.” He chuckled low and deep as you thought about what you want, thinking back to that night in the library and drifting to the warm honey eyes I met there. Rhys’ cough brought me back from my thoughts for a moment I thought he had brief smirk but, in a blink, it was gone, “I can’t read very well.” I blurted and that caused his eyes to widen, “Would you be willing to teach me how to read and write?”

Rhys blinked, and then smiled, “Of course. A bargain then.”

I shake his hand, “A bargain.” A light flashed and an intricate black tattoo of whirls and stars wrapped around my wrist. “These really are beautiful.”

Rhys took my hand and looped that arm around his, “Come now, we must not keep that ill tempered twin of yours waiting.”

You laughed as we left our room, “What do I say about this,” I raise my wrist, “when they inevitably, ask about it. When she asks about it?”

Rhys shrugged, “Whatever you see fit. If you want to paint me out as the villain who tricked, you into a bargain say so. I just wanted you to have a way to reach me.”

We reach the dining room Feyre quietly talking to Mor, Rhys’ cousin that we met in the middle of this week, “Careful, Rhys, keep this up and I am going to start thinking you’re a nice Fae male.” I kissed his cheek and made my way into the dining room.

Feyre stood, and gave me a warm smile, “Are you ready?” I gave her a nod and look back at Rhys who tucked a hand in his pocket and Feyre lifted her chin, “We would like to go home now.” I bristled at her calling it my home but let it slide.

Rhys nodded and held out both his hands and I extend the arm without the tattoo, in his hand Feyre taking the other, and Mor calls out, “See you next month, Ladies.”

I turn and give her a smile and wave and I can see Feyre’s eyes go wide at the tattoo. Darkness begins to swirl as I look back at the door to the hallway and my breath hitched seeing Hazel eyes and flashes of red before the darkness consumed us.

In a moment we were back in the warm heat of the Spring Court. “See you next month, ladies.” And with that he was gone, my gaze lingered on where he was.

I was whipped around by my sister as she lifted my left arm, “What did you do?”

I whipped my arm back and walked toward the manner cross my arms tucking my tattooed wrist hidden, “Rhys offered something I wanted, I made a bargain.”

“What could he possibly have that you could have wanted,” Feyre hissed trying to keep up with my pace. “Especially something that Tamlin can’t provide here.”

I glare at her, “Like how he has been so great at providing you the emotional support when you throw up every night. Right?” Feyre went silent, “That’s what I thought. Feyre as I said before, I love you, but I am my own person and can make my own decisions. Please stop treating me like I’m a child.” Lucien was standing in front of the manor, and I storm inside ignoring the red headed male and make a beeline for my room and slam my door and sitting in the armchair by my window. I felt a warm tingle on my wrist. I looked at my left arm and another wave of warmth tingled my wrist. “Thanks Rhys,” I smiled and leaned my head against the head rest and drifted off into sleep thinking of those warm eyes and beautiful smile.

Cassian POV

I spent every evening in the library this past week, in hopes I would see Y/N again. Rhys had told us that we wouldn’t see Feyre but when I had walked into that library and saw her soft eyes that gleamed in the dark fae lights and the ease it was to talk to her.

“Why do you have that look on your face?” Mor questioned her brow quirked. Her face brightened, “Is there a lucky male or Female warming your bed Cas?”

I choked on the bite of my breakfast, “Mother above, Mor. Why would you think that?

“Because you have been staring at your eggs like they wrote you a beautiful love sonnet to you. I would have to assume that someone is warming your bed.” Mor’s threw him saccharine grin.

Before I could answer Rhys returned, his face tight, his eyes met mine, “Well that went as well as I anticipated.” Rhys muttered sitting at the table and the house provided him with breakfast. He began to eat, “I made a bargain with Y/N.”

My eyes snapped to my brothers, “You did?”

He nodded and took another of bite, I move my gaze to Mor, she shrugged and asked, “Why?”

Rhys mouth tightened, “Tamlin got a little aggressive, when I picked them up on Feyre’s wedding day. He had gripped her tight,”

I gripped my glass firmly and I thought about our brief encounter. There had been a bruise on her arm, I just didn’t know where it was from. “Did you ask her about it?”

“She chalked it up to those two just not getting along but I wanted her to know that she wasn’t alone.” Rhys smirked, “Though I will say she may have had hazel eyes on her mind this morning,” He met my gaze as heat crawled to my face. “Any particular reason why, Cassian?”

Mor’s gasped, I shot her a glare, “I may have met her in the library the day the two of them got here.” I took a sip of my tea, “I didn’t do anything nefarious, just talked with her,”

Rhys held up a hand to stop me, “I know, her thoughts were loud, and it just feels like she was comfortable here and comfortable with her interactions with both of you.” He gave a smile, “Thank you, both.”

I took another sip of my tea and murmured, “Can you imagine when those two meet, Azriel?”

Mor giggled, “Cauldron spare them.”

Rhys smiled, “Indeed.” Then the three of us finished our breakfast and my mind drifted to red silk, and doe eyes.

Chapter 3

[mountainsandmayhem]

You’re Mine, Little Dove

(Joel Miller x Female!Reader) 18+

Summary: You’ve always loved walking at night, but an unexpected visitor goes from the most terrifying to most erotic night of your life.

TW: predator/prey dynamics, ropes, blindfolding, gagging, non consent, consensual non consent, oral, fingering, unprotected P in V, dirty talk, pet names (little dove, baby girl etc.)

A/N: I can’t say much without giving anything away, but this scene has been so fun for me to write. I’m tagging @untamedheart81 @beboldbebravethings @rav3n-pascal22 and @spookyxsam since you 4 wonderful people had such amazing support for my last story. And because delulu is the solulu, I’m also tagging @swiftispunk and @thetriumphantpanda because they’re both incredible creators and I truly admire their work.

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You’ve always loved the night, and since getting promoted at work walking in the dark has become your way of winding down. Your friends think you’re crazy, blabbing on about how it’s dangerous and you shouldn’t be out there alone. One even suggested buying really dark sunglasses and walking during the day. You all laughed at that as you sipped rosé, but it’s not the same. For one, the summer sun in Texas is way too hot most days, but it’s also too “peopley” during the day. You want the solitude and quiet that comes with the dark.

All day you’re interrupted and expected to do things outside of your lane. Take work for example, today you were asked to take meeting minutes for a meeting that the team you lead isn’t even a part of. You lead a team, and have an assistant of your own who takes meeting notes, doesn’t that team lead have an assistant who can do that?

Probably not. He’s an arrogant prick, you think to yourself. But he’s the boss's son so he gets away with it. And because of that, you agree. You always fucking agree. Always happy to help, never saying no.

Here in the night though, it’s just you. The night doesn’t ask you to do anything but sleep, which you will do after enjoying the cooler summer air on your skin as you wander through the park behind your house.

There’s also a slight edge of danger to it that entices you. The park is well-lit, but who knows what could happen in the darkness between the casts of yellow light from lamppost to lamppost. Those darker spots might be your favourite, just a few steps away from the safety of the light.

You stop in one of those dark spots, closing your eyes and tilting your head up to the sky, taking a big cleansing breath in.

Silence. Calm. Peace.

You hold your breath for a few seconds, silence ringing in your ears before you slowly exhale. Just before you open your eyes, two strong arms wrap around you. A hand clamps over your mouth, the other arm other snakes tightly around your waist, pinning your arms down with it.

Silence, calm, and peace, were quickly replaced with fear, terror, and panic.

A solid wall of a person leads you to the grassy, non-lit areas of the park and you realize you have never known fear before. The fun fear of a roller coaster or haunted house, yes; but never true heart-stopping fear. Your stomach drops and everything inside you is yelling to fight.

“Don’t scream, little dove.” A deep voice rumbles through you. If it wasn’t for his massive form holding you up, you’re sure you’d fall over.

This doesn’t happen here. This is a safe neighbourhood where you know all your neighbours. For a second you think it’s a joke, someone sneaking up on you that you know, but it’s almost midnight on a Wednesday. Who would be up at this point?

As he pulls you along your fear evolves into terror. You’re frantically trying to catch your breath through your nose as every happy memory floods through you. The sparkly pink bike you got when you were six. The first time you saw white sand and crystal clear blue waters. Watching your best friend get engaged. How proud your parents looked when you got promoted last year. What was the last thing you even said to your parents?

His strong frame forces you to the grass. He places a knee on your back, holding you down as he ties your hands with a scratchy rope. Your mouth is free as your forehead rests on the grass.

Scream. Now.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. Why can’t you scream or at least look back at him to see who he is so you can describe him to the police?

Oh god, what if he doesn’t let you go?

Just as you open your mouth to try to scream again he gags you and then blindfolds you. You’re pretty sure it’s done with silk ties, but you really can’t be sure.

“Good job, little dove.” He coos in your ear as he helps you up. “You’ll be rewarded for keeping quiet.”

He leads you through more of the grassy fields. You try to map out which house you’re headed toward in your mind’s eye until you’re interrupted by the sound of crunching gravel under your shoes. You assume you’re in an alley or street as you hear the clicking of a car door.

Your overly conservative father's voice comes into your head. “You can’t go out dressed like that. Boys will get the wrong idea. You’re inviting them to take advantage of you.”

That was years ago. You’re an adult woman now, with a degree and a mortgage. You know your clothing isn’t an excuse for this man’s abhorrent behaviour, but maybe you should have changed from your denim skirt and tight black top.

As you hear the vehicle door open the panic begins. Your breath comes in shorter and shallower, and it feels like your heart is thumping in your throat. You’re sure your captor can hear it, or at least feel it through the skin of your bicep that he’s gripping so tightly. A whimper escapes you as he hoists you into a back seat and slams the door.

“Don’t cry, little dove.” He says from the front as he starts the engine. “It’ll only entice me.”

Fuck. Fuck. You’re dead. Or trafficked. How could you not have screamed?! You let him take you, but did you stand a chance either way? You could feel his chest on the back of your head when he grabbed you, he was probably a foot taller than you. His strong hand was large enough to practically cover your whole face. He was the predator…you were the prey.

You calm your breathing and focus on the turns the vehicle takes as it pulls out of your neighbourhood, not letting the tears fall, you refuse to give him that sort of satisfaction.

It feels like you’ve been driving for hours before you finally come to a stop. He hasn’t said anything from the front seat. No music played. As he turns off the car you can hear the sound of a garage door closing. You’re royally fucked.

The door near your feet opens and you scramble to the other side of the vehicle as your instincts to fight ignite. A strong hand grabs your ankle and pulls you forward. You kick blindly with your other leg, screaming through the silk that’s wedged between your teeth. He catches your other ankle, squeezing them both together with one hand and binds them together.

He hoists you over his shoulder and lays a hard spank across your ass, eliciting a squeal as the walls of your pussy clench a little. “Behave, little dove,” he says cockily. You can’t see him, but you know he’s smirking over how easily he overpowered you.

You try to say ‘fuck you’ through your gag.

“Oh, I intend to.” He says as he takes you inside and up the stairs.

He drops you down on a bed and undoes the gag. “Tell me your name.”

“Touch me again and I’ll rip your dick off.” You spit.

He chuckles a little while straddling you and lifting the hem of your shift, exposing the soft skin of your stomach. “I love it when my little doves talk dirty to me.”

He places light kisses along your skin and you squirm to try to get free, but his large frame has you trapped and your arms and legs are useless if they’re bound. A deep moan from his chest shoots straight to your core, sending a new wave of arousal as your body starts to betray you.

“You’re a fucking coward,” you say with as much hate as you can muster, trying to ignore the want that’s spreading through your traitorous body.

He lifts your shirt higher, exposing all the skin between your bra and denim skirt, continuing to place soft kisses and light nibbles along your skin.

“I only want to make you feel good, little dove.” He says in a husky whisper, “How does that make me a coward?”

God dammit he feels so warm against you. You push his soft lips and deep soothing voice out of your mind and focus back on the fear, terror and panic you felt earlier.

“Capturing someone in the night. Binding them. Real men aren’t afraid of the fight.” Taunting him is incredibly risky, but if you entice him enough he might untie you and you can fight like hell to get free. He couldn’t have taken you far.

His kisses cease. You almost let out a whimper of protest at him stopping. Are you this desperate for touch? You have a boyfriend.

“Is that what you think, little dove?” He shifts to be straddling your hips, leaning forward with both forearms on either side of your face. He brushes away some hair that has stuck to your lips. “That I’m not a real man?”

You can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach as you try to squirm free. “Yes, you’re fucking pathetic.”

His lips move to your neck. Wet kisses moving from your ear to your collarbone. You’ve always been a sucker for neck kisses and with sight being taken away, your sense of touch seems heightened. Shit, his lips feel good and at this proximity, you catch a faint smell of leather and cedar. He trails his tongue back up before gently biting your earlobe.

Fuck, a small shiver runs down your back and your breath hitches as you squeeze your thighs together.

“I’ll make you a deal, little dove,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “If you can keep your breathing steady for the next 5 minutes, I’ll untie you and remove the blindfold.”

You feel dizzy by the closeness and gentleness of him. “And if I can’t?” You breathe.

“If you can’t…I’ll untie your ankles and remove the blindfold. I have a feeling you have beautiful eyes.”

You swallow hard, contemplating your options. He kidnapped you. He doesn’t have your consent to any of this, but based on the wetness that is now coating your thighs, your body doesn’t seem to get the same message.

You take a deep breath before saying, “Deal.”

Before the word has fully left your lips, he’s ripped your tank top completely open. His fingers work the front clasp on your bra as he whispers that he’s sorry about your shirt and starts placing hungry kisses down your neck. Your breasts are completely exposed to him, the cool air turning your nipples into stiff peaks.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He says as he cups both your breasts. His tongue swipes along the left nipple as his thumb caresses the smooth skin underside of the right one.

You remind yourself that he kidnapped you and try not to let your body and breathing betray you, but your thighs squeeze tighter for relief and your mind is swimming.

His tongue swipes harder before he moves over to the right one, sucking it into his mouth and rolling the other between his fingers.

He’s playing you like a fiddle. How does he seem to know exactly what you like?

He releases your nipple with a pop before gently blowing cool air on it. He latches back onto the left one, swirling with his tongue and your hips involuntarily buck forward as your breath stutters.

“Good girl, little dove.” He says with a low growl, coming back up to be face to face. “Looks like I win. Your hands stay tied, but I’ll free your ankles and take off the blindfold.”

His minty breath hits your nostrils. Fuck, my hands!! How could you have forgotten about your hands? Shit. You can’t believe you let this monster make you feel good.

He slips the blindfold off and you blink a few times, adjusting to the dimly lit room and taking in the man on top of you. Fuck, monster he is not. His curly dark hair is pushed back and you can see some salt and pepper around the temples. He has patchy facial that you couldn’t even feel when he was kissing you, he was being much more gentle than you thought. He’s handsome and rugged…if anything, this man is your type.

“I was right,” he says, his deep brown eyes staring right into you. “You do have beautiful eyes.”

Now that he sees you as a person, you might be able to elicit some sympathy.

“P-please let me go.” You say, holding in tears.

He tilts his head to one side, a small smile revealing a dimple that makes you melt a little. “Let you go? We’ve only just started, little dove.”

The fear starts to come back again as he shifts to untie your ankles. “Please don’t do this.”

He kisses up your thighs and speaks between kisses. “Sshhhh…let me make you feel good and then you can go home.”

You should kick or flail or do something, you had your best chance just seconds ago, but his warm, soft kisses had you too distracted. You start to think this man wouldn’t actually hurt you. But he is hurting you by forcing you to be here in the first place, isn’t he?

You look down at him to see him lying beside you, head propped in one hand near your hip as the other trails up and down your legs. His features are soft, eyes wholly focused on the tiny goosebumps he’s leaving on his skin. His hand slips between your thighs and tries to part your legs, you’re suddenly unsure if you’re squeezing them together to ease the throbbing of your clit or out of fear.

“Open your legs for me, little dove.” He says as he kisses the tops of your thighs.

You shake your head as the tears you were holding in roll down your cheeks. He’s right near your knees now, you could draw one up into his jaw, but those big chocolate eyes are looking up at you so lovingly.

He get up, walks towards the end of the bed and grabs your ankles. Like the flip of a switch, his look turns harsh and angry before he pulls you to the edge of the bed. Your skirt hikes up around your waist from the motion and he licks his lips as he wedges his body between your knees, spreading you apart enough for him to see you glistening for him.

“Tsk, tsk.” He says while shaking his head and lowering himself slowly between your legs. “Walking alone at night, in this little skirt with no panties?”

He lowers himself between your thighs and you begin to realize just how broad he is as your leg muscles cry out from the stretch. The rest of the room comes into view. There are handcuffs and ropes, along with paddles and whips hanging on the wall. There was no escaping this man, and your curiosity is peaked by the ropes you notice around the bed frame.

“Perhaps you’re not a little dove after all.” He taunts, looking at your wide eyes as they take in the room. He’s going to take what he wants from you and you barely fought it. You’re enjoying his words and touches, even more so now that you see how incredibly handsome he is.

“Please.” You whimper, making eye contact with your captor. Though you aren’t sure if it’s a plea to stop or keep going.

“You look even more gorgeous spread out for me like this. So wet. And warm.” He’s looking at your cunt like it’s the newest wonder of the world. “Doesn’t look like she has gotten the attention she needs lately. Does your boyfriend not know what he’s doing?”

His warm breath hits your core as he speaks, sending waves of warmth from the base of your spine out to your fingertips.

“He….” you aren’t sure what to say. You love your boyfriend, “he does. He just isn’t…skilled.”

A gentle kiss is placed on your mound, right above the spot that’s aching for attention. “Poor baby. Do you need me to take care of it, little dove?”

You clamp your eyes shut. You shouldn’t. This is wrong. But your traitorous pussy has other plans and you very quietly whisper yes.

His mouth is on your before you can even process what you just agreed to. A flat, wet tongue laps from your entrance to your clit a few times before he sucks your clit into his mouth. He groans deeply as he tastes you, sending a rumble straight through you. You cry out loudly and arch your back, pushing yourself into him.

“Good girl.” He says before doing it again. “I want to hear you enjoy it.”

His mouth continues to keep you on edge. Rotating between licking and sucking, adding pressure until you start breathing heavily and then easing up. You’re right on the edge, but he’s not letting you over.

“Please. Please let me come.” You beg.

He stops, looking at you with a cocky smirk, revealing that fucking dimple again. “That boyfriend of yours has been mistreating you, little dove. So worked up.”

You let a whine when he stops and begs some more. “Please. You feel so good.”

He slams two fingers deep inside of you. You’re so wet that it happens with ease and when he curls his fingers forward, right to that spongy part, you start to feel like your bones are dissolving.

“F-fuuuuuck,” you gasp.

His tongue begins to flick against your clit again, gently at first as he works you with his fingers. You can feel your arousal dripping down his hand and pooling under your ass. He starts applying more pressure with his tongue and you know that he’s going to make you come. Hard. And with your hands still tied behind your back you won’t be able to push him away when you become too sensitive. Too overly stimulated.

“Come on my little dove,” he says between licks. “Show me how good this feels.”

Your orgasm hits with a force you have never felt before. Electricity feels like it courses through your entire body and you scream out to the room, legs shaking as you cover his hand and mouth with your arousal. He doesn’t let up, sucking and licking as your orgasm feels like it lasts forever. Finally, you can’t take it anymore and you try to roll away.

“S-Stop. S’too much,” you gasp. “Please.”

He pulls his fingers from you, pinning your hips down with his forearm making you a prisoner to his tongue. He’s going to make you come again.

“I can’t,” you huff as you try to escape.

“Ssh, little dove. You can take it.” He keeps sucking and licking your swollen bundle of nerves.

Your body starts to shake, the word no escaping your lips over and over. You mean yes, but this man is overwhelming you with pleasure in a way no one ever has before, and you don’t know if you can take it.

He moans against you as he sucks, that same rumble from earlier, it consumes you and that’s what does it. You come again, grinding shamelessly against his face as he smiles up at you.

“Good girl. Fuck, I am going to ruin you for every other man. No one is going to make you come as hard, or as much as I will. Roll over.”

The fact that he’s taken you against your will is not even in your mind as you slide back into the bed to roll over. He pulls you up so your knees are resting right on the edge, fully on display for him.

“Such a perfect little pussy. And a perfect girl. Being so good for me.” You hear his belt and jeans hit the floor. Glancing back you see him naked from the waist down, pumping his cock in his hand. Your eyes widen at the size of him.

“No. It’s not gonna….I can’t do it.” You crawl up the bed to get away, laying flat on your stomach.

He climbs up behind you and hitches one of your legs up before aligning himself with your soaked entrance.

“Relax, little dove,” he whispers in your ear before gently kissing your neck. He pushes himself into you and you tense up at the size of him.

“You need to relax, baby girl.” He says deeply, “Take a deep breath. You can do this.”

You do as he says, looking over your shoulder at him and breathing deeply.

He pushes into you more, not breaking eye contact. “Good girl. Make room for me.”

He’s stretching you almost to the point of pain but you listen and breathe. The more relaxed you are the better it feels. There can’t be much more left for him to get inside of you.

“Almost there. You’re such a good little dove. One more breath baby.” Finally, you feel his hips pressed against your ass. He stays still for a second and you grind back into him.

“Fuck, stay still for a second. You’re so tight.” He gasps. Pride fills you that this big man can be brought to pieces by just the tiniest wiggle of your ass.

He takes a few breaths this time before he starts to move. He starts slow. Moving halfway out and then back in a few times. You need more.

“Fuck me,” you moan. “Please. Ruin me for other men like you promised.”

A hard smack lands on your ass cheek before he pumps in and out of you. He’s rough with you now, grabbing your hair and pounding as deep as he can after pulling out to the tip.

“You won’t be able to walk for a week.” He grunts before releasing your hair and spanking you again.

It’s euphoric. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain. You arch your back more and he lays another slap across your ass.

“You’re not a little dove are you?” He growls as he fucks you.

“No,” you breathe. Barely able to form a thought.

“Tell me what you are.” He says, slapping your ass again.

“I’m yours. I’m your desperate, cock loving little dove.” It comes out as a whine, your orgasm growing closer.

He doesn’t stop pounding into you. “Fuck. That’s my good girl. You’re taking me so well.”

You can feel your arousal soaking the sheets below you, and hear the squelching as he fucks into you. You arch your back again so he can brush against that spot you love so much. He reaches under you, rubbing tight little circles on your clit.

“Oh….f-fuck.” You coo.

“Yea?” He taunts, “You like that? My rough fingers on your beautiful little cunt?”

His words send another rush of arousal to your core, this is wrong. You shouldn’t like this, but you’re not sure you’ll survive if he stops what he’s doing.

“N-no. Fuck you.” You try to sound mad but it hits his ears in breathy moans.

“My perfect girl.” He taunts, “Come on my big cock. Squeeze me with that tightly little pussy.”

Your vision blurs as you start to gush all over him. Your whole body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you, moaning and squealing like a woman possessed. Your legs shake so hard that you feel like you’re in the middle of an intense gym session. Slowly you gain control of your body again and he’s right, you’re ruined for all other men.

“Good fucking girl,” he says as he pulls out and climbs up the bed. “You’re so hot. Open your mouth for me, little dove.”

He pumps himself over you as you roll on your back and open your mouth. His strokes and breathing become erratic as warm ropes of come hit your tongue and face. He lets out a deep moan as he covers you.

He leans in a kisses your lips, not caring about the come on your chin or cheeks, the biggest smile crossing his face.

“Let me get you a face cloth, babe.” He says with a little laugh.

“Thank you, Joel.” You say with a wink. “And please untie me, my hands are asleep.”

He laughs, “I would, but I’m just your unskilled boyfriend now.”

He gently wipes off your face before reaching back and untying your wrists. He kisses them gently before laying back on the bed. “Was that ok?”

You curl into his arms. “It was perfect, baby.”

“Are you sure?” He squeezes you reassuringly. “You seemed genuinely scared a few times.”

“I told you I was in theatre in high school.” You laugh to yourself.

He chuckles deeply as he rubs your back. “I don’t think all of that was acting…”

You glance up to see him smiling at the ceiling, clearly very proud of himself for making you come so hard. “True, I think we need to change the sheets.”

Another gentle kiss lands on your forehead. “I love you.”

“You too, Joel. Very much.”

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Tags: @wannab-urs

[metranart]

“I'll be sweet...” Hawk's spelled, as a soft but covetous kiss fell on your right cheek, “gentle,” another at the side of your eye, “trustworthy,” now your forehead, “a good provider,” your left cheek was next, “you´ll be my number one priority..... just be MINE-”

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader (in future chaps)

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 10)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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Your little brother burst inside the room, drawing in hand and his eyes widened in frenzied amazement and wonder upon finding his favorite hero in your room. You had to kick Hawks in the calf to get away from him, the only thing you didn't know is if you did it in time.

“HAWKS!” Toji screamed excitedly, “One-chan, it’s Hawks!” Toji was about to explode with excitement, and you felt your stomach churn.

“Toji, how many times have I told you not to enter any room like that?” You reprimanded, but he wasn’t listening, jumping up and down on his little feet. “I´m your biggest fan, Hawks!” he voiced way too loud, savagely clinging from Hawks hands to entice him to hold him up in his arms.

“Hello Toji, it’s such an honor to meet my biggest fan.” Hawks said, smiling widely and jovial to the euphoric kid, “—but you should really listen to the advice of your one-chan.” He said, and the boy nodded excitedly, Keigo side-glanced towards you and you just mouthed 'kiss ass' to what he merely grinned apologetically. 

Keigo crouched to be at Toji´s eye level and the boy rushed to touch the fluffy collar on his jacket.  

"(Y/N) told me that she was my number one fan," Hawks continued making small talk, anything to stay a little longer near you. Toji denied his head, vigorously. "It's not true, she just thinks you're the cutest and she wants to touch your feathers—" 

"Toji, shut up!" 

Hawks laughed, genuinely. "Is that so?" 

"Yep, but I AM your biggest fan, Hawks." The little one, assured very confident. His intrusive hands grabbing wherever it could, curiosity about the hero driving him closer and closer and closer....

“—Toji!” you kneeled at his side, catching his little hands in yours, “Hawks needs to go on patrol, say goodbye to him and-” 

“NO!” The boy yelped, releasing from your grasp and rushing to hug the Hero. “He hasn't even had dinner-... you can't fight criminals with an empty tummy.” Toji stressed, clinging from Hawks. “Tell her, Hawks.” 

His innocent eyes searched for support from the winged hero, who smiled kindly and ruffled his hair. “I’d love to stay for dinner-…. If your mommy doesn’t mind.” Hawks said, dodging your hot glare like a pro. He knew that if was up to you, he’ll be far away by now but maybe plead Toji’s request would buy him some time. He could easily detect you had a soft spot for the small child.

“Peanut—…” You tried to sweep him into your arms, but the boy was too infatuated with the Pro hero to let you, instead he raised his arms towards Hawks who lifted and cradled him in his to then straightened up. "No, mommy won't mind, she made a lot of food to spoil (y/n) ....so, will you stay?" The boy pleaded.

This time Hawks turned to look at you, waiting for your verdict, he knew that he had you against the wall once again, this time it hadn't been exclusively his fault... even so, he had a feeling that it wasn't how you would see it. So, he waited, gulping a pang of guilt under his breath at seeing how you had to suppress the tears that welled up in your eyes and say in a clenched jaw, that looked almost painful. 

"S-Sure, peanut-…" you swallowed down a sob, “but first go tell mom."

The boy cheered hugging Hawks one last time to then wiggle out of his hold and run downstairs, screaming. "Mommy, Hawks is staying for dinner!"

Even from the second floor, you could hear your mother’s perplexity at the strange news but were swiftly distracted when felt Keigo’s knuckles cleaning a rogue tear from your cheek. 

"Don’t touch me," you unpleasantly mumbled batting his hand away but this time he didn’t let you; he was done with the tantrums for the day. 

“Please, don’t do that.” He soberly requested, keep on running his knuckles through your cheek, gently, so gently. “Mates shouldn't be rude to each other~”

“I'm NOT your mate—” your fit was cut midsentence by his teeth digging at the tender skin in the inside of your neck. 

You squeaked more in surprise than in pain, he had dug his head, so his teeth set on your skin threateningly, something edging primitive to force you to stay put and listen to him.

“Don't you ever say such an untrue statement in front of me-” Hawks lowly vocalized, slowly letting go, “Ever-” predatorily bent closer until his body dwarfed yours. Crimson huge wings outstretched to make him look even bigger. “-Again.”

Your breath trembled out of your lips. You couldn’t find your voice. So, the infatuated Hero kept going. 

"I can be- I WILL be... the most generous and patient partner, baby bird.” Disregarding the smell of fear that intoxicated the hallway, raised his head to be at eye level with you. “I'll be sweet...” a soft but covetous kiss fell on your right cheek, “gentle,” another at the side of your eye, “trustworthy,” now your forehead, “a good provider,” your left cheek was next, “you´ll be my number one priority,” his three hundred and sixty degree kiss tour stopped when you saw his eyes fixed on your lips, “and a thousand times worthier than any man that could ever think that you can be his-" smoothly declared, a brush away from your lips.  

Those lovely cherry lips were getting on his nerves and his imagination played with the odds, feeling a delicious twinge run down his crotch at the possibilities. Oh! Maybe he could indulge just a taste before dinner.... you won't mind, right? .... Keigo leant invasively close, cocking his head watched your lips like the Hawk he was, ready for the kill, your lips were his claim…. He felt SO tempted, just a breath apart from glory— 

“I-…...I need time....” The words left your mouth without your permission, plunging him out of his daydream. You just needed space, to be away from him… All of these was too sudden, too intense, too overwhelming.... Keigo was all of that potentiated to a thousand, so you said what you thought would satisfy him, and you were right, he looked vastly thrilled.  

Perhaps, this could buy you enough time to think of something.... or had you doom yourself?......whatever it was, it was too late to take it back.

Hawks felt unprepared for that twist. You needed time...So, you were actually going to think about it, right? That's what that meant... Holy shit! Not everything was lost.

Not a gasp, not a sound escaped your mouths for a long minute until his lips quirked up and pleased eyebrows rose with an unexpected possessive vibe recently seeded inside him by you. If before hadn’t completely decided your fate, this had sealed it.

The Pro Hero broadly smiled, feathers vibrating with contained excitement to then regain a docile and soft state again. “It´s all I ask for.”

Your gaze stood rooted to the floor, clenching and unclenching your fists, jaw tight and tense. Her jaw is going to hurt, Hawks meditated worried.

"We should go down—" He mumbled, and you nodded mutedly, genuinely troubled by your own decisions and even more troubled by Hawks deranged possessiveness, which you honestly thought belonged only to Keigo while in rut, at least he wasn’t humping you—God! Everything was so confusing. 

Your frame spoke miles of how conflicted you felt. Thankfully, you didn’t have to push him off you, he was already away, tidying his feathers to look presentable, taming some wild locks of golden hair behind his ears, subtly surveying you from the corner of his eye. You looked conflicted, and he thought about giving you some space but that thought did not sow fruit.

"How long do you think you’ll need?" The blond chirped, chastising himself the minute the question slipped out more rushed that he intended.

You didn’t answer, just turned around and started to walk away. He followed. 

"Don’t look so abashed, kiddo" he noted, trying to cheer you up, slowly following you downstairs. “We don't want to worry your family.” 

There was no bite in his words, he was being one hundred percent goodhearted about his worries, even aimed to pat your shoulder reassuringly when you dodged him with a swift drift, glancing back through your shoulder to spat aggressively. 

“DON´T.”

Hawks sighed, pulling his hand away and lifting it in mock surrender. “‘Just trying to play my part, baby bird.”

"You are unbelievable cynic for a Pro Hero." You scoffed. "—What you did was a crime, you know?" poisonous spatted, spinning around a bit to face him, aiming a moral punch beneath the belt. You wanted to see his smugness melt down. 

"I know.” He admitted, flatly. “I can smell it, remember?" he smoothly replied, tapping his nose lightly making your eyebrows nit. “You came hard and unrelentingly while I did it… part of me still slides down your thighs, baby bird.”

Your breath stirred and a severe blush spread till your neck, Hawks almost tripping you at your sudden stop. Seeing you paralyzed in the middle of the stairs, offered. 

“If you want, after dinner we can go to the police so they can arrest me.” He said without giving it much importance, as if he was talking about the weather.

You remained silent and stunned, and he wiggled his eyebrows prompting you to continue walking. Closing your gaping mouth with a finger under your chin. 

“Right now, only happy thoughts, baby bird.” He advised, mimicking a wide grin for you to copy.

“Sure-e,” you managed to find your voice, “—I'll think of you behind bars.” 

He chuckled, shaking his head to then sassily smirk. “So nice, I’ll be thinking of YOU as well.”

Your heart fluttered way too wildly, you hated when he made you feel other thing than disgusted by him, you didn’t want butterflies in your belly, not for this...this monster. So, your body reacted aggressively, a fist whipped at his face aiming to wipe that smirk away, but Hawks was a Pro, trained and sharp. He caught your fist in the blink of an eye, as if nothing. 

“Oh! Sorry, baby bird.” He murmured sheepishly, as if he had awfully wronged you by not received your punch in the face. “These damn reflexes, I swear won't happen again-” He grinned, “Go on, throw me your best shot.”

He let go of your fist tapping a finger at his cheek, playfully. You felt like kicking him in the balls, the patronizing mother fucker! He was so fucking lucky your mom´s call had interrupted. 

“Mr. Hawks, it's such an honor to have you as our guest.” You sweet mom politely bowed, and Hawks nimbly skipped the rest of the stairs to gently land in front of your mother, making a polite bow before reply.

“Oh, no, thank you for inviting me— and please just call me Hawks, let's keep it casual.” The hero jovially insisted. 

“Ahh… yes… o-of course, Mr.—… Hawks.” God! Was your mom blushing?! He was truly a magnetic force of a man, no doubt, he knew how to sell himself. The handsome bastard! He´ll be SO popular in jail. 

“…Sweetie, why didn't you tell me earlier?” Your mom asked, wrapping you in her warm arms. "You hadn't visited us for months, we missed you." Your eyes filled with hot tears, you’d miss them as well, more now that you really needed someone to talk to. 

You got a lump in your throat, and swiftly Hawks cleared his to help you out.

“Oh, that’s my fault. (Y/N)- she’s doing an internship at my agency, and I asked her if I could drop her some important papers-”

Your mother looked at him and gently unwrapping you from the hug, smiled at Hawks. “Oh, I understand. Hero’s job is 24/7—…we are so glad you could take time out to stay for dinner…” Toji ran up to Hawks, arms in the air demanding to be carried and the Pro Hero immediately conceded.

“Toji!” Your mother chided at him, sweetly and Hawks shook his head before assuring that there was no problem. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Hawks—” 

“Just Hawks, please.” The hero insisted with a winning smile, turning your mother into a leaving tomato. “Sure-e, please take a sit wherever you like, dinner is ready.” 

“Thanks! it smells delicious.” Hawks blurted out, bouncing Toji in his arms. 

It all felt so surreal, you merely observed the whole scene play from your spot. Less than five hours ago this same man had you down on the filthy, hard concrete of an alley way, savagely fucking the virginity out of your young body while demanding you to call him Keigo, and now he was the star guest, all politeness and smiles. Like if nothing. You felt like throwing up, you felt sick, and it must have shown on your face.

“—(Y/N), you look pale, is everything alright?” Your dad called. 

You hadn’t seen him sitting in the living room working on his laptop, and before you could answer, Hawks was already on you, placing his palm on your forehead.  

“Breathe,” he whispered softly, “happy thoughts, love—” he continued for your ears only, carrying Toji in one arm, the boy distractedly playing with the feathers of his wings. The cool skin of his palm cooling you while he traveled his knuckles down your cheek. 

You stepped away quickly before anyone could see, and Hawks frowned, lightly. 

“I’m fine, daddy, I just felt dizzy for a moment-” 

“I hope you’re not trying too hard at school,” your mother said, worriedly.

“Hero work can be exhausting, let's hope working under hero number two isn't too much for you." Your father teased, and your knees felt weak at his choice words. Then he respectfully introduced himself to the Hero. 

“Please take good care of our daughter, Mr. Hawks.” Your father politely requested, and Hawks wildly grinned. Excited. 

“I will! She is precious to me—” Hawks couldn’t contain himself, but quickly added “t-the best trainee I’d had under my command.” Your father smiled, not suspecting anything, “I’m already planning on keeping her to myself-” Hawks was swiftly playing at the double meaning word game, “my agency could really use someone like her.” His golden stare fell on you, gauging your reactions to see how far he could go before you snapped at him.  

He knew your cold shoulder was coming for the next few days and it would be torture for him, so maybe having your family hostage at dinner could help him force a little sweetness out of you before you turned fierce on him again.

“She can heal you with hugs and kisses like recover girl!” Toji excitedly shared, playing with a crimson feather on his small hands. 

Everyone laughed except for you. You were at the verge of exploding of embarrassment, anger and frustration. You could still feel Hawks cum slip down your thighs while he played family with your parents.

This guy, this Hero which you used to idolize was really a fuckin psycho! Or could someone actually be that wickedly cynical, like God level!... Either way, you could only suck it up, your family was the priority and the last thing you wanted was to give them a hard time or worse…. 

“—I’m starving, what did you make, m-mom?” 

Your attempt to change the subject worked and heading towards the table, Keigo's free hand landed and freely sprawled on your lower back, taking it as far as to slide under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, your gazes locked when you glare at him, and he uncaringly mouthed 'happy thoughts'.  

Hawks took the seat next to you, your parents in the front with Toji at the head, since he refused to move away from the winged Hero.

Once seated you expected this to stop but it only got worse.

“I really like your daughter, she’s so much useful for society being under my wing, I know exactly how to potentiate her quirk—…” Hawks shared, and you had to bite down a snort at his boldness. 

“Then you should keep her, Mr. Hawks. We will feel so much better knowing that you are the one taking care of her.” You blushed at your father’s words. He was being one hundred percent honest and innocent, but you knew Keigo wasn’t. 

“I’m planning on it, after she graduates, I’m offering her a permanent residence under my watchful eye.” He explained and both your parents gasped in awe. On the other hand, you felt like throwing up. Was he really planning on to keep you for himself?! Was he joking? —

“That would be wonderful, wouldn't it, (y/n)?” Your mom asked excitedly, and you gulped down a big mouthful of rice, so you didn't have to answer, just feigning happiness.

Hawks grinned, gauging your effort to ignore him. After this, your parents felt so comfortable around him that they turned very chatty, telling him about various incidents they had seen on television, and of course, the hero gave them his undivided attention. Feigning interest and answering their every question, slowly wrapping them around his little finger. 

Meanwhile, you reduced to eat…. and that's when you felt it.

Something brushed your knee, you stood still and waited, but before you could feel relieved at what you assumed was your imagination, it happened again. This time you glanced discreetly at Hawks to see if he revealed anything, but his attention was irrevocably on your parents, keeping a fluent conversation as if nothing.

You felt vile creeping up your throat when your lack of reaction drove him to become bolder. Something had indeed touched your knee and now was scratching the soft skin over your kneecap rhythmically, long fingers opening and closing in a jellyfish motion, designed that way to send chills up your body. 

Unable to suppress fast enough the shivers that raved your skin, goosebumps bloomed under his palm, and you could swear you glimpsed him, smirk. 

Huffing quietly, you yanked your knee away which turned out worse, since you only helped his hand take permanent residence up your thigh where unashamedly stole a solid squeeze. The fat on your thigh spilled among his strong fingers making you choke on your food.

The blond had to stifle a chuckle as he gently patted your back.

“Small bites, (y/n)—… Keeping your daughter safe is a full-time job.” Hawks openly joked, and your parents loved every second of it. 

You just wanted to punch him, pluck him and kick him out of your house, even so, you couldn’t… and when you thought you were safe from his intrusive caresses. His palm abandoned your back to hide under the table. 

You gulped, growing anxious. 

“—Have you told your parents about this evening’s Nomu attack?” Hawks glanced at you asking, his expression not betraying anything. 

“Oh my God, Sweetie!”

“Mom, it's okay-” You reassured, seeing both your parents pale, “Nothing too bad happened… Endeavor arrived just in time to save me—”

“—I flew her out of that scorching mess right on time.” Hawks added, sending you an honest smile. Like if he found out that specific memory fond. Making you wonder what kind of scenario was running through his mind in that exact moment. Those tender eyes and dreamy smile could give anyone diabetes. 

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hawks.” 

Your parents started, and your gaze locked with Keigo’s just a moment, more than enough to distract you under those gloriously golden orbs that look like had light of their own. You focused on those rich pools of honey, missing the way his crimson feathers subtly wrapped around your ankles and knees, strapping you to your chair in less than a glimpse. 

Something wickedly playful shone behind that same stare, and you realized too late your mistake. 

“No problem, and please, just call me Hawks.” He requested again, so politely, so charming, so deceitful. 

COMING SOON PART 11....

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Teasing my Orc Neighbour.

Male!Orc x Fem!reader ~ No condoms, oral (fem receiving), fingering, very very mild degradation (use of like once) , small angst??? p in v boinking.

Word Count: just over 3k.

A/N: this was inspired by someones imagine I seen and I cannot for the life of me remember who, and I liked it.. but I like so many things that it's so lost now. if you know who, please tag them?? Pardon any spelling mistakes or tense errors :))

Credit: A very kind person tagged the lovely and very talented @bunnis-monsters and their post for my inspo! Thank you very much to both of you, esp bunni!! check out their work if you haven't already :))

It starts when I move in. When I find myself swamped with boxes and furniture after friends bailed on helping empty the moving truck. A big box in my arms when a large shadow appears beside me. An orc who introduces himself as Varek, gesturing to the house next to mine. He is over a head taller than me, and after I accept his help, he gently takes the boxes from me, and I don’t lift a hand for the rest of the day.  

To my delight the hunk is single, and I allow myself to admire him as the sun of a spring morning glimmers on the bulging muscles under his dark green skin. Long shiny black hair braided intricately, with beads decorating some strands. His tusks aren’t terribly large and are chiselled with sigils. His stomach has the perfect paunch, and I wonder dreamily how it would feel as he thrusts his cock inside me.

Well built with wide shoulders I could easily picture my nails digging into. When his eyes connect with mine, I can’t help the sultry little smile that graces my lips. I trail my gaze approvingly up his tall, enticing body in a gesture I hope he takes as an invitation, just to find him blushing and looking away when I catch his eye again. A giggle escapes my throat, he is just so scrumptious and adorable. I can’t wait to get my lips on him.

I just didn’t realize I would wait so long. Well, it felt like an unreasonable amount of time, yet it had only been a few months. It was August now, and I had made a constant effort to get his attention, to push him to a breaking point so that he would fuck me already. Yet he was either blind or uninterested, and I refused to believe it was the latter. Short skirts, revealing shirts. Leaving the curtains up on the side of the house that faced his and walking around in a bra and panties, knowing if he was out in his yard or looked out his window he would catch a glimpse.

Going out for my mail when he did, and dropping something solely to bend over provocatively just to give him a look at what he was missing. Still, when I peeked at him over my shoulder, he would be trying to keep his eyes anywhere but on my body. And after each interaction I swore the bulge in his pants would be more noticeable than when I first approached.

It was a slightly too warm Friday evening when I have enough of the waiting. Freshly baked muffins sit contently in a container on my table, and I stare at myself in the mirror, primping and fussing with my outfit. A pretty sage green sundress that is slightly too short, with a tie up front that reveals my tits quite nicely. My boobs aren’t huge, but the design of the bust on this thing really made them noticeable. I leave my hair down in its natural state, and turn, admiring the curve of my ass. I filled it out perfectly, even my soft jiggly tummy could be seen. I felt hot and eager, like the simplest touch from his giant hands would have me on my hands and knees, presenting my cunt to him.

I smooth the front of my dress down as I walk to the door with muffins in hand. Nervousness floods my body, and I can’t help the anxious look I throw his front door as I walk down my driveway and up his. I take a deep breath before tilting my shoulders back just the right amount before stepping up on his deck and hitting his doorbell.

To my surprise the door opens almost instantly, and the little grin that turns my lips up is genuine. He must have been at the door waiting for me to knock. Or… Intending to leave as I walked up, but a guilty little glance up and down his body shows no sign of his wallet or keys. Dressed in simple jeans and a tee, he appears to be getting ready to wind down for the night.

“Hello Var.”

He seems mildly embarrassed though a small smile does appear on his face, and he shifts his weight from one leg to the other. “Oh uh, hi. How are you?”

So sweet. “I’m well, thank you handsome.” I say with a cheeky wink. “What about you? I brought you some muffins. Freshly baked, too.”

Eyebrows raising in surprise, he takes the container from me and cracks the lid. I watch as he sniffs the air, groans and licks his lips. The tusks on either side also get some tongue action and the heat spilling into my belly is involuntary as I find myself jealous of them. I clear my throat and he jumps, looking back at me.

“Would you like to come inside?” His voice is deep and tempting.

Rather you cum inside me, but oh well. I’d take what I could get, and hopefully by the end of the night, it would be his cock. “I’d love to.”

Not giving him enough time to step back, I squeeze in beside him, hoping he is getting a good look down my dress, and promptly bend over slightly to unbuckle my sandals. There is a cough from behind me and I stand back up, giving him as innocent of a look as I can muster, but it is hard to contain the fiendish glint in my eyes.

His eyes trace my frame, but he slowly shakes his head and starts to lead the way into the house. Being my first time over, I am pleasantly surprised to see that it is warmly decorated, trinkets and small sculptures sit on shelves, with a full book shelf in the corner of his living room. I eye the few pillows on the orc sized extra-large couch and decide that would be a splendid place to ride him into oblivion. Var turns to the right into the kitchen, and I wander over to the couch. Standing at the back, I run my hand over the soft cushioned top, and realize that if he bent me over it, my legs would probably dangle. The idea sends a shiver up my spine, and another wave of arousal courses though my veins.

I hear him enter the room and turn to look. He carries four muffins on a plate, and a pitcher of water in the other.

“Are you thirsty?” He asks sitting them down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

I hum, run my tongue over my lips and in the most seductive voice I can manage, speak. “I’m very thirsty, but not just for water.”

His cheeks burn anew. “Would…” He stumbles, “would you like iced tea then, maybe?”

Shaking my head, I urge him to sit on the couch and wander off into his kitchen to find a couple tall glasses filled with ice cubes on the island. Returning, I place both glasses down and fill them with the pitcher. Taking one, I hand it to him and grab my own, the condensation already beading on the glass and covering the palm of my hand.

“Thank you.” A shy smile causes the corners of his eyes to crease, and I grin up at him as I sit down, our thighs touching as I cross my leg over the other and lean into him, skirt hiked up precariously high. Laying my left hand on his knee, I give it a testing squeeze.

“You’re so shy, darling.” I say softly as I look up at him through my eyelashes. “So shy, you leave a girl wondering if you’re immune to her advances.”

His lovely green cheeks tinge with red, and his eyes fixate on my neck.

“I… You… Well-” He stammers.

Withdrawing, I eye him carefully. “Ever since I moved in, I have barely refrained from throwing myself at your feet and begging you to fuck my brains out.”

Sitting my glass down on the coffee table, I lean forward slightly, imploring him to answer, and return my hands to my lap.

“This whole time you’ve seemed unmoved and almost uninterested, and I desperately need to know if you’re into me like I am you, Var.” I cringe. “I don’t want you to feel pressured either, but I suppose I’ve made a mess of that.”

Our eyes connect, each searching the others face for a sign, and the air feels heavy and tense around us. My heart races and I’m about to stand when he reaches for me, his big hands pushing me back into the couch as he hovers over me, our mouths a breath away. His demeanour changes, and I feel something I never expected from him. Dominance.

“You have driven me wild since you arrived here, little flower. Flaunting that gorgeous body,” He nudges my legs apart, and a deep groan escapes him as my skirt falls away, revealing my unclothed cunt. Settling his hips against my own, I gasp and press my fingers to his shoulders, disbelieving.

“Every moment of the past few months has been filled with thoughts of you, that plump ass and those stunning tits. Your beautiful face and sweet laugh. I want to bury myself between these juicy thighs and feast on your sweet cunt for the rest of my life. Each day I stroke my cock to the thought of you beneath me, above me, owning me and owning you. Filling this pretty pussy with my cock and pulling away to watch my cum drip out of you,” His hips rock against me, the sensation of the jeans over his cock makes my eyes roll back as I whimper. I clench around nothing, and it feels as if my soul begs for him.

His nose runs up my neck, and I tilt my head to the side, shivering as his tusks brush against my delicate skin. “I want to devour you, worship you, lay myself before you and beg for every inch of your being. You have driven me mad from the moment I laid eyes on you, even just the scent of you makes me rock hard.”

My head feels foggy as his lips touch my jaw, and he turns my face toward him. “Will you take me, sweet flower?”

Nodding feverishly, I crash my mouth to his, and the kiss is feral. Months of lust drove to a peak and finally shoved over the edge. I nip and lick at his lips, and our tongues touch, reaching and taking, offering and seeking. We pull apart, breath laboured and his forehead rests against mine. He takes up my half-lidded vision, and it is as if he has already consumed me.

Hooking my ankles together behind his back, I grind up against him and he meets me eagerly with purposeful thrusts, moans escaping us both as we kiss again. He pulls back and I whine, grabbing at his shirt and pulling it up, propping myself up enough that as he takes it off, I can press a kiss to his chest. He pushes me back and I grin up at him as his hands reach for the tie at the front of my dress. The fabric falls away and he gazes at me before taking one in his hand and leaning down, nipping the skin at my collar bone before kissing it and repeating the process as he moves toward my nipple. A little bite and a sweet lick makes my back arch as he turns his attention to my other boob, squeezing and teasing me until I whine loudly and pull him up for a proper kiss.

We part and he hurriedly begins to pull my dress from my body, and as my arms slide free I reach for the button on his pants, fumbling with it before he takes over. I use the few seconds to admire him. His chest is hairy and broad, and the muscles in his arms bulge perfectly. He stands and I watch as he shucks his pants off and my breath catches in my throat at the size of his cock. Thick and long, pre cum already graces the tip and he grips the base, squeezing slightly. I reach for him, eager to take him in hand, but he shakes his head at me and tsks.

“Not yet.” He commands, and I feel myself shiver at the tone.

I settle myself back on the couch, sliding my hands teasingly down my body. Eyes following my movements, he kneels on the couch, gently but firmly taking my shut knees in hand and meeting my eye. I nod my consent and he pushes them apart, sucking in a deep breath as he gazes upon me so intently it makes me squirm. Var drags his hands down the insides of my thighs as he follows them with kisses on the left one. I sigh and watch him through half opened eyes as he closes in on where I want him the most.

Hot breath tickling me, I lace my fingers into his silky black hair and pull him to me completely, unable to wait any longer. His fingers spread me open and his tongue, flat and wide, licks up to my clit eagerly. Teasing me with his fingers, I roll my hips up and a pitiful moan escapes me as he tenderly bites my clit. Tusks framing my pussy as he goes to town, I’m soon lost to the sensation, whimpering and begging for more as he starts to fuck me with his fingers, opening me up for his cock. He braces an arm across my hips and I squeeze my thighs tight around his head as I reach a high that has me trembling and clenching around his fingers.

I stare up at his ceiling, chest heaving as Var crawls up my body, his cock nestling sweetly against my throbbing cunt as he gently strokes my face. I give him a dreamy little grin, returning the gesture but dragging my hand down his neck and caressing his shoulder. His lips meet mine and our kiss is slow and passionate as he rocks his hips against mine slowly.

“You taste so perfect, baby.” He groans. “I can’t wait to feel you stretched out around my cock.”

I shudder and kiss him again. “Then fuck me now.”

He pulls back slightly, and I turn my gaze to where our bodies touch. His dark green skin contrasts against mine perfectly, and I watch as the plump head of his cock drags over my sensitive clit a few times before he notches himself against me. Pushing my one knee down toward my chest and the other to the side, he begins to inch his way inside me. I whine at the stretch, and a breathy grunt leaves his lips. We rock against each other for a while, stretching me out slowly until he fully sinks inside. Tears grace my eyes at the burn and I arch against him as he moans into my neck.

“You feel so good filling me like this.” I sob as he pulls out and thrusts back into me, balls slapping against my ass.

Our movements grow furious and eager, driving me wild and melting me down as I soak his cock. He frees himself and I begin to whine at the loss before he flips me around onto my hands and knees. I arch my back, pushing my plump ass out at him as I wiggle it. His large hand comes down and slaps my ass sharply, though I hear him chuckle deeply as I yelp.

“Asshole.” I mutter as I peer over my shoulder. “Don’t tease.”

His gaze, dark and stuck on my cunt as I wiggle my ass again, does not raise to mine. “You’re a brat, Little Flower. You’ve teased me for months, but you can’t handle it in turn? What a shame.”

I frown, and open my mouth to retort, but he uses a hand to spread my ass cheeks before sliding the tip of his cock over my soaking hole, then sinking inside in one thrust. I swear under my breath and he grunts.

“So fuckin’ tight, baby.” He mutters, watching himself spread me open.

We set a furious pace, his balls smacking against me, though I barely let him pull away before I’m pushing back, his throbbing cock spearing deeper inside my tiny pussy again and again. His breath is heavy in my ear as he leans over my back., so big in every way.

I tremble and gasp as his hand tenderly caresses my plush tummy before arriving at my clit , his finger beginning to make small circles. “I want to feel you cum your pretty little brains out before I fill your slutty cunt up. Come on.”

My eyes roll back into my head on a particularly hard thrust, and I nod feverishly as I clench down around him. “Please, oh my god.” I beg. “Cum inside me.”

I orgasm, shuddering and crying out loudly. Var’s head tilts back and he roars as he cums, hips stuttering as he fills me up. The warmth of him is so overwhelming, I clench down around him as I ride the tail end of my climax, head swimming and face smushed into the cushion. His knees on either side of mine, he pulls me up, leaning back and my full weight causes his cock to push against my cervix. I squirm at the sensation I know shouldn’t feel this good as he turns my head towards him and I whimper into the kiss he places on my lips.

Var kisses down my neck, and I moan softly.

“I’m going to keep this pussy stuffed full for the rest of our lives, Little Flower.” He says darkly. “I’m yours.”

Aching in the best way, I trail my finger over my clit. “And I yours.”

[hisui-dreamer]

*kicks in door*

imma have ta ask ya for those tickling hcs for the vices if i may be so bold

the ones where their lover is the receiver

won't you focus on me?

Characters: Vice-dorm Leaders (Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Ortho, Rook, Lilia)

Synopsis: With you entirely focused on your phone, he finds himself feelng neglected. What better way than tickling to regain your attention and affection?

Tags: tickling, fluff, slight hurt much comfort, reader is ticklish and has hair, reader is kinda obsessed with their phone, bot proofread

Word count: 1.9k+

Notes: i love the energy of this ask hahaha! i included Ortho for fun, but as always, his is purely platonic!

Dorm Leader Vers ✧ Part 2 ✧ Masterlist

Trey comes over to Ramshackle to visit you with food!

he's been a bit busy lately with unbirthday parties and so he really wanted to spend some time with you

but here you are, all caught up in your phone???

not even the scent of pastries is enticing you?

he's a bit offended by that, but mostly patient with you

"Well, I can wait until you're done with your phone," he sighs

when you still won't pay attention though, he knows just what to do to get your attention

he's used to playing around with his siblings

he starts with light tickles and gradually increases intensity depending on your reaction

gosh he's revelling in your attention now that your phone is out of reach

he won't be too mean, but he'll tease you for quite a bit

when he stops tickling you, he'll hold you in place for a bit to savour your company

"What's going on, sweetcakes?" Trey reaches out to ruffle your hair. "You've been glued to your phone all day. I brought you your favourite pastries?"

"Come on, I'm just messing around with you. It's your fault for ignoring me!" He chuckles as his wriggles his fingers across your sensitive spots, a playful glint in his eyes.

He stares at your disheveled form, satisfied. "Alright, alright, I'll give you a break. But seriously, put down the phone and let's eat!" He pulls you closer and you can feel him smiling as he kisses your forehead.

Ruggie finally has a bit of free time!

he's been working extra hard to finish his jobs and tasks early to spend some time with you!

and you're just ??? on your phone???

he's pouting, honestly how could you?

"Well well well, looks like someone's too busy with their phone to pay attention to their favorite person in the world," he grumbles

he's impatient and if you're not showering him in affection immediately, he's pouncing on you

he'll start ticking you and laughing as you squirm at his touch

but oh? you swatted his ears a bit and he's shivering?

it turns into a tickle battle where you're both clawing for each other

when you're both out of breath, he'll snuggle close to you

the two of you spend some time together, doing whatever you want

and whoops! he's lost track of time and he needs to go running to get leona's laundry now

you better make it up to him next time!

Ruggie mumbles under his breath, dissatisfied. "What's so important on there, huh? Cute cat videos? I'm better than those cats..."

He snatches your phone out of your hands. "You thought you could ignore me, huh? Pay attention to me now!" He exclaims as he starts tickling your sides.

"See, I knew I could make you forget about your phone! Shishishi, you're all mine now. What do you say we do something fun together?" Triumphantly, he lays his head in your lap to gain your full attention. "We could chill, watch a movie, whatever you want, as long as you promise to give me your undivided attention," he says, as he leans into your touch.

Jade was finally able to get a break from his duties

and so he wanted to spend some time with you building terrariums together

emphasis on together

he's also a bit a distracted by the flora but when he turns to you, he realises you're just on your phone???

"Darling, which do you think would be better? Hypoestes hyllostachya or Soleirolia soleirolii? Hmm, darling?" He turns around at your silence.

*Insert his creepy smile* ￣⁠v￣⁠

sighs and sneaks behind you before attacking your neck with tickles

oh no, you dropped your phone? he'll deal with it later, right now he's focused on punishing you

even better if it's broken so it can't distract you

and oh boy, he's not gonna stop anytime soon, he's not so secretly relishing in your squirming and giggles

when he thinks you've suffered enough, you'll have to deal with his crocodile tears as he laments you don't love him anymore

this sneaky eel wants you all to himself, ok?

Jade smiles at you, but you can't detect any warmth from it. "Pardon me, my pearl, but I do believe you've been neglecting me," he hums thoughtfully. "Perhaps a bit of tickling will remind you of your priorities of the present moment."

He sniffles as he wipes away a fake tear. "My pearl, you wound my heart so. Am I no longer entertaining enough to hold your attention?" He cups your cheek and directs your gaze towards his. "I hope you know I always crave your attention," he says as his hold on you tightens.

"I must say, it's quite satisfying to see you laughing like that. You have such a lovely smile. Now, how about we forget about that device for a while and just enjoy each other's company?" He smiles affectionately as he leans in for a kiss.

kalim just announced another impromptu banquet, so Jamil won't have a lot of free time for a while

he finds you completely engrossed in your phone, oblivious to his presence

normally he wouldn't mind, he just likes being near you and hearing your heartbeat

but he really wanted your love and affection to keep him motivated

"Ya amar, do you mind paying attention to me?"

you hummed in response without looking away from your phone

well, time to take matters into his own hands

he shuffled closer to you, leaning in to hug you like he would as always, then he snuck his hands to your sides and neck to tickle you

you try to wriggle away but he's got you pinned down, and he's very precise in where he's tickling

when he finally relents and lets you catch their breath, your faces were flushed and his eyes sparkling with amusement at the sight

now you're just snuggled together, his head on your chest as you brush his hair and he sighs contentedly

make sure to check in on him when he's busy! he'll need to recharge with you

"Sigh, looks like I'll have to resort to drastic measures," he mutters as he reaches over to hold you.

"Got your attention now, huh?" Jamil teased, a playful glint in his eyes. You are still panting from his attack, bit you couldn't find it in you to get mad at him at all.

Jamil grinned, feeling satisfied that he gotten your attention. "So, what were you looking at on your phone that was so interesting? Tell me about it more, I want to hear you talk."

you had asked Rook to demonstrate archery and how could he say no?

but wait! there's a new trending video on magicam!!

he notices immediately you're distracted by your phone

your hunter is less than pleased, he wanted your eyes to be on him!

he tries calling you all sorts of nicknames to get your attention, but you're just ignoring him???

"Mon chou, ma puce, mon cœur, mon trésor, ton attention s'il vous plaît!"

but nope, this video is just thaat interesting

he's nothing if not determined though, and he sneaks closer to you and starts tickling you

his eyes are narrowed in amusement, quickly catching your phone before it hit the ground and placing it on the bench, then continuing his attack

once you beg for him to stop he will, and he just cradles you in his arms tenderly

you're such a creature of beauty, he can't help but want to monopolise your attention

Rook stands in front of you and sighs dramatically. "Trickster, it seems you have been ensnared by the siren song of your phone. But fear not, for I have come to free you from its grasp!"

"You thought you could ignore me, mon amour? Think again! Your laughter is music to my ears, and I shall not stop until you are helpless with giggles!" He says as he continues to attack your ticklish spots.

"Come now, let us bask in the glory of each other's company, and leave this electronic abyss behind! Mon chou, won't you keep your eyes on me," he murmurs, pulling your hand to cup his cheek as he leans into it.

Ortho's super excited to come over and play the newest video games with you!

he did try to get idia to come, but he's still running away from irl contact

he really likes hanging out with friends like a normal kid

but oh? you're distracted by this video online?

he already saw it a day ago, and idia complained about normie humour when he saw it

"Come on! You promised to play the game with me!" he pouts

see, he coould disable the video from the internet

but there are better and more fun ways of getting your attention!

per anime logic, why not try tickling you?

sneaks up behind you, and gently tickles you under your arms

this is so fun??? he can't stop tickling you, and you're just trying to squirm away

you can try to tickle him back, he's not ticklish with how idia built him

instead, just try the new game out! he wants to see how normal gamers play!

Ortho tilts his head in exasperation, before settling on the perfect strategy."Initiating playful retaliation protocol. Tickling commencing in 3...2...1. Warning, increased laughter and squirming may occur."

"Tickling pressure increased by 20%. Friend's laughter response is at maximum levels. Suggested response: continue tickling," he continues attacking ticklish spots that you didn't even know existed until you're left gasping for air.

"Haha, gotcha! You can't ignore me forever. Now come on, the game's already set up, let's have some fun!" He exclaims in excitement.

Lilia offered to help you study history when he learned you had a habit of dozing off on Trein's history lessons

he's very excited to tell you the more accurate version of history but oh?

you're entirely focused on your phone and not a word of his lecture is entering your mind

"Sigh, looks like I'm not as interesting as that little screen of yours. Young people nowadays..." he shakes his head

he sees this as the perfect opportunity to tease you!

you're lucky you two decided to study in the common room and not the library

smiles wickedly as he's tickling you, and he knows where all your ticklish spots are

try as you might to push him away, but he's surprisingly strong despite his petit stature

he'll tickle you until he's satisfied with how dishevelled you are

that should teach you a lesson to pay attention to him

now come on, your history books won't study themselves and you have a very charming tutor here to help you, the least you could do is focus on him ;)

"My dear, it seems your attention is quite fixated on your phone. Do you not wish to give your attention to me, your beloved partner who has offered his services in teaching, for a moment?" Lilia asks, batting his eyelashes playfully.

"Hmm, perhaps a gentle tickling will be enough to regain your attention," he hums thoughtfully.

"Ah, it seems I've finally caught your attention. I hope a little tickle didn't inconvenience you too much," he laughs as he brushes your hair out of your face. "But I must say, you're quite ticklish! I'll have to remember that for next time," he smiles mischievously.

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Dorm Leader Vers ✧ Part 2 ✧Masterlist

[minkdelovely]

ptolemaea

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“i am no good nor evil, simply i am. and i have come to take what is mine.”

Nun!Alastor x Demon!Lucifer ; RadioApple ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: top!lucifer x bottom!alastor, alcohol consumption, accidental luci praise fic?, blasphemous debauchery, desecration of catholic imagery, smut (vague i know but if the previous tags haven’t scared you… 😂) also not a brag but i think i accidentally put my whole pussy into this idk what happened but here we are 🥂**didn’t implement tag list to avoid shocking y’all to death**

word count: 5.1k

author’s note: *natalie portman voice* i never said i was a role model. this companion piece (<- first part linked here) is dedicated to darling @hazelfoureyes who gave me courage to let my freak flag fly — please accept this as my humble offer of gratitude; it’s been an honor to workshop this idea with you 😭 totally get it if this crosses a line for some (please skip, i promise it’s okay lol) but i couldn’t be more excited to publish this. for anyone willing to join us on the yellow brick road to hell you are welcome to link arms 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥 theme inspo from ethel cain 🏚️ i also made a playlist for the party if you wanna check it out ✨

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Samhain was always a peculiar time for Lucifer.

Though he could come and go as he pleased between realms — with the exception of Heaven, of course — the thinning of the veil was the only time of year he could feel Earth from Hell. The energy of realms converging wallowed in the air heady as incense, enticing his powers to rest just under his skin. 

Or at least that’s how it felt. A not-unpleasant humming tension, aching to be released. It put him on edge, stirring him like a poker to hot coals as he fought to maintain his suave facade against the urge to succumb to the deeper power he normally held back with ease. It had never gone over well whenever Lucifer gave into the temptation… 

Except for the year he accidentally created a mound of rubber ducks. What a charming fascination that had turned out to be.

Normally he would make plans to visit with one of the other Sins or confine himself to his workshop to keep busy (use your imagination), but this year Charlie was hosting a party at the hotel. A costume party. He had no intention of dressing up (the fear that no one took him seriously enough as-is not completely unfounded), but he did find the practice endearing. Little mortals disguising themselves to hide from ghouls and demons. 

But he was Lucifer Morningstar, after all. Sinners and the like dressed up after him, not the other way around.

Exasperation pricked the king’s skin as Alastor suddenly came to mind, maintaining a perpetual state of unwelcome in Lucifer’s consciousness. He probably wouldn’t be dressing up either, the smug son-of-a-bitch. Every day is Halloween for that haunted sideshow, he thought bitterly with a laugh to himself, the sound echoing off the walls his only companion within the confines of the office — aside from the ever-present mass of ducks, of course.

The dilemma was still there when the laughter died though. Risk letting Charlie down by not dressing up and lumping himself in with Alastor by extension? Or don a costume and give the snarky demon and anyone else with a mocking eye the false impression of superiority? Lucifer groaned, running both hands through his bouffant platinum hair as he slumped forward at his desk. 

How had it come to this, needing to choose between love for his daughter or himself? Consumed by the current problem, he failed to recognize that this was an issue typically at hand, even when he lacked venom behind it. He was making good progress when it came to Charlie, but as they say, old habits die hard. There had to be a compromise somewhere…

A minute passed.

Head between his knees, his eyes shot open with the thrill of inspiration and he sprang from his chair, decision made. The familiar handsome smile graced his lips as he sauntered to his bedroom where an untouched suit awaited him in the armoire. He wasn’t the sin of Pride for nothing.

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Intersecting somewhere between Halloween and New Year's Eve, the newly-added ballroom of the hotel was decorated to the gills, not a single inch of it lacking in festive flair. Angel Dust scoffed when a DJ had been suggested and happily provided a playlist for the party, which was either really smart or really crazy. Or both. Only time would tell, but so far there had been no complaints.

Sinners were piling in, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the establishment. The cacophony of conversation, laughter, and music filled the space with a liveliness Charlie hoped would be a more permanent fixture at the hotel. She and Vaggie had taken charge of greeting everyone at the entrance of the ballroom, receiving some surprisingly sincere compliments on their Glinda and Elphaba costumes. Any derogatory laughter or smirks were being pointedly ignored, both women knowing full well that they looked incredible.

When Charlie spotted her father approaching in the crowd, her smile faltered briefly. “Dad! I thought I told you this was a costume party,” she said tentatively, looking back to give Vaggie a silent plead to keep up with the greetings before focusing her full attention on Lucifer.

“Oh, honey, you look fantastic! Pink really suits you,” he deflected, eyes and voice sparkling as he held Charlie’s arms out to admire the glittering gown, looking every bit the princess she was.

She drew back, not unkindly, when he released her and wrapped her arms around her ribs self-consciously. Groaning, “Dad…” 

It was quite impressive how she could admonish him with a single word without even meaning to. Must've gotten it from her mother, he thought absently, though Lilith wouldn’t know passive aggression if it slapped her on the ass. 

Thinking on his estranged wife, it was a true miracle how Charlie had blossomed into the compassionate and brave young woman standing before him. Lilith, never afraid to lead the charge; himself, too trepidatious to take the risk. Yet somehow their daughter seemed to embody the best of them both, reflecting parts of himself that he didn’t know where there.

He could have wept on the spot, suddenly fit to burst with affection for her — no doubt another side effect of the day — but the angel quickly refocused when he saw Charlie’s nervous expression toward him and leapt into damage control.

“Whaddya mean, I am dressed up!” he managed to answer with his usual charm. With one hand he pointed at his extended horns, a flicker of flame glowing between them adorned with his delicate serpent crown. The other hand swooped in front of his red suit with a flourish. “You’re telling me this doesn’t pass as a credible devil costume? You know, I actually held back. Thought maybe it’d be too scary for your guests if I went all out.”

If keeping his flame low and eyes neutral counted as holding back, and not just the ones in his skull. People got squeamish around him whenever the amass of eyes on his crown and wings appeared. He didn’t blame them.

Lucifer was rambling now, a nervous laugh the cherry on top of his need to save face. Though somewhat of a loophole, he had found the idea to be rather clever. Then again, he was trapped in an echo chamber of his own thoughts so most ideas naturally fell into that category. Was it really such a letdown? He could’ve bailed altogether, nerves already desperate for solitude, but he wanted to try for her. Even if it felt like two steps forward and one step back when it came to Charlie, he’d keep aiming to get it right for as long as she’d allow. 

“I actually think you look great,” Vaggie said smoothly, swooping in next to Charlie at the first break in the crowd. Lucifer would owe her for the rest of existence for the save. A debt he was more than happy to repay in whichever way pleased her best, making a mental note to discuss it later with the fellow angel. “It’s a lot better than what Alastor decided to show up in, anyhow.” The grimace on her face and in her tone was unmistakable. 

Alastor had fucked up.

It took all of Lucifer’s willpower to keep his magic in check at the delight that shot through him. The PR mess regarding what would equate to mass murder, regrettably, didn’t ping his radar. But the thought of needing to rebuild the ballroom was just taxing enough to keep the impulse at bay.

He was about to ask what Vaggie meant when Charlie stepped in, playing devil’s advocate as usual (no pun intended). What his precious, well-meaning daughter saw in that undeserving creep, he’d never understand.

“He’s just getting into the spirit! You have to admit, it’s nice to see him mingling for once, he’s usually so—”

“Grotesque?” Lucifer offered.

“Conniving?” Vaggie added.

“Reclusive!” Charlie practically screamed, earning looks from a few demons within earshot. “Look, I won’t say that what he picked out isn’t… surprising, but I’m just really happy to see him join in on the fun. He’s been enjoying himself so far, so I want you guys on best behavior, all right?” 

She said you guys but made solid eye contact with her father. Despite wanting to protest, Lucifer understood he was already off to a shaky start and conceded with a sigh, covered quickly with a debonair grin. Charlie didn’t know what a particularly big ask it was to be on best behavior tonight, but that was his burden to bear.

“Of course, sweetie, you have nothing to worry about! There are so many sinners here I doubt we’ll even run into each other.”

Famous last words.

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Lucifer tried to enjoy himself, he really did. 

In the brief moments before his eyes found Alastor in the crowd, it had actually been a wonderful time. He was immediately awash in the admiration of his subjects, even managing to make some poor creature faint with a simple grin in their direction — though he had really laid on the charm with that one. Could he be blamed though? After ten millennia of habit, calling it compulsive would be an understatement. 

Moments like this were a reminder of why it was good to get out of his office every now and then. Whether it was compliments on his look, praise for the fight with Adam, or outright solicitation for sex, Lucifer drank it all in; beaming as the crowd awed at the sight of fully extended wings he could no longer keep to himself. He really was the shit, wasn’t he? Being worshipped is truly unlike anything else, but it’s something to experience, not explain. All he knew was that he adored it. 

It had been a devastatingly short-lived escape, the proverbial looming gray cloud — never too far away — returning as Lucifer’s gaze fell on Alastor. He had been scanning for the bar and stumbled on an atrocity instead. Just his luck. 

The costume was a shocking choice to be sure, one that Lucifer might have even appreciated had it been on literally anyone else. But something about it on Alastor was simply… perverse. Leaving him with the struggle of trying to decide if it was the costume that was the issue or its inhabitant.

Was it the way the habit — embellished with red stitches on each side and the Cross of Saint Peter in the center — framed Alastor’s face, ears and horns still exposed with just a tuft of bang peaking out across his forehead? The pure white wimple that glowed like a beacon against the stark black surrounding it, casting an unusual grace upon the slender neck and broad shoulders underneath? Or how the tunic flattered the swell of his chest, the taper of his thin waist accentuated by the fabric swirling about his hips that flowed down over long, lean legs?

The demon, draped languidly over the bar, was chatting with Husker; the look on their faces was the most relaxed and natural Lucifer had ever seen exchanged between the pair, borderline flirtatious. Whatever the bartender said made Alastor toss his head back with a laugh, the exuberant sound of it piercing the angel’s chest like an arrow. How he had even managed to hear it so clearly over the music and the crowd was a miracle, or perhaps curse was more accurate. Still, the easygoing look on Alastor’s face as he came down from the laugh was bewitching, accented by a boozy flush and mischievous, heavy red eyes.

Insufferable.

The Radio Demon was in top form tonight, confidence radiating from him with such a forceful ease that the king could feel it even from his place across the room. He hadn’t noticed the literal sparks flying out of the pads of his fingers until he brought his hands up to tug at the collar of his shirt, which suddenly felt too tight. Fuck.

Taking it all in, Lucifer could feel the heat rising reluctantly in his face as he was consumed by a baffling mixture of lust and loathing.

All because Alastor decided to be a blasphemous piece of shit, he seethed, scowling as he narrowed his eyes at the sinner in question. Eerie, arrogant, pompous, constant pain-in-the-ass Alastor, riling him up like this? Lucifer had considered it number one on his list of impossibilities, caught completely off-guard by the rush of desire — if he had to put a word on it — for the ghoulish prick. An impulse he had never entertained nor wanted to feel in regard to the demon, but was there all the same.

“Samhain,” Lucifer cursed under his breath. The flame between his horns intensified, eyes prickling with the threat to change color. He took a breath, remembering Charlie. 

Best behavior. 

It was about as helpful as a bandaid over a bullet wound. This had to be a joke; a cruel, tasteless joke meant to provoke him specifically. Like he hadn’t suffered enough of those already in his long, long existence.

That was the only conclusion the angel could come to from his table near the bar, practically burning alive in his chair as he watched Alastor strutting around the ballroom in between breaks from the dance floor. Lucifer really had almost set himself on fire after catching Alastor in the middle of a sultry dance move with one of the guests, a rolling of hips he didn’t think Alastor was even capable of doing, let alone inflict upon someone. It took a double shot to mellow out when he found himself wondering what it would be like to switch places with that guest, though it did little to quell the growing ache coiling low in his abdomen.

There was a lull in the music and the crowd disbursed, quickly filling the empty space around the angel. Lucifer exhaled, somewhere between a groan and a laugh. Alastor had finally managed to dip out of his line of sight — not that the demon was forcing Lucifer to look — and the reprieve couldn’t have come at a better time; the solace of his absence coming over the angel like poultice to a throbbing wound. Despite being a couple drinks in now, the tension in his body was a ticking bomb. He needed the opportunity to try and decompress before he accidentally wrought havoc upon the denizens invited here by his daughter.

For at least the tenth time he entertained the idea of going back up to his room, if only to release some of the punishing energy pulsating through him, but he wasn’t confident that he’d return. The only thing holding him back was the promise he made to Charlie to be present and well behaved. And so, he remained committed to the confinement of the table he’d been bonded to for the last hour.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

In hoping to keep as much distance as possible Lucifer had unwittingly tipped Alastor off, landing the problem he was hoping to evade right in his lap. So to speak.

He always forgot that the demon could travel through shadow until it was too late. It’s just that he didn’t care to remember, not wanting to give Alastor even the tiniest bit of permanent space in his mind. Something he was actually too oblivious to realize he was already doing; they both were.

Alastor had of course noticed when Lucifer entered the room. Whether he wanted to was another thing entirely. Though it was to be expected, what with the dregs of Hell no doubt encountering royalty for the first time. Thankfully he had been at the bar with Husker, his captive bartender providing a welcome distraction with a joke about how his drink was going to cost a few Hail Marys. There were reasons Alastor kept him around, after all, beyond the obvious. Surly as he was, Husk had the capacity to be quite funny when the mood struck. He wasn’t on the clock tonight, but he was the only one Alastor trusted to pour his drinks. 

He could feel the glare beating down on him from that moment on, focused on him wherever he went. So he laid it on, making rounds and fluffing up the guests who were all too eager to devour his attention. It had been especially fun seeing the quick shock of flame in the corner after he showed off a risqué dance move, all for his majesty’s entertainment of course. If the spotlight was going to be forced on him, why not perform? But after an hour the joke was growing stale, and so the demon came to the conclusion that he’d have to be the one to bridge the gap.

Lucifer jumped at the shock of Alastor’s melodic voice coming from behind him, transmuting the glass in his hand into a duck without meaning to with a pop; amber-colored liquor swirling around within the confines of its new shape. Lucifer couldn’t decide what pissed him off more, the jump scare or the magic trick. The not-so-secret third option being Alastor’s proximity to himself, the heat from their bodies mingling in the small space between them.  

“Fuck! You know, you’ve got a lot of nerve sneaking up on me like that. I’m liable to make it a killing offense,” Lucifer sneered, tossing a napkin over his new little creation before anyone else could notice it. “And I haven’t been admiring you. I’m just, uh, keeping an eye on things! Besides, a king shouldn’t mingle with the general population. Might give off the wrong impression.” 

Sealed with crossed arms and a smug, toothy grin, it would’ve made for a decent enough comeback had it not been for the slip up. 

A dear old friend to Alastor, the slip up.

The expression on his face sharpened with a malicious instinctual ease as an idea unfurled in his mind. Lucifer was so obviously perturbed by him, the attempt he made at concealing it was almost endearing in a pathetic way. Though he was always in a pathetic way to Alastor, dark gums revealed in his ominous smile as his scheme took shape. He leaned in low, lips nearly grazing the angel’s skin as he spoke; his ear twitched at the catch of Lucifer’s breath from the action. He was so fucking obvious.

How humiliating.

“Is that so? Well, if you’re merely killing time here, might I suggest a bit of… sport?”

Lucifer flinched, pulling his face away to glare up at him. He couldn’t be insinuating what the angel thought he was, could he? It would be a bold — deadly — move even under normal circumstances. And tonight was anything but normal. 

Something was clearly in the air for Alastor too, if the fraternizing Lucifer had witnessed for the past hour was any indication (not realizing he had been the cause). He was known to have a flirtatiousness about him when he drank, but there was a different edge to it this evening. Lucifer was beginning to wonder if the costume was fueling his narcissism. Obscene.

“Well, your majesty?” Alastor goaded, radio filter frazzling as he leered down. To Lucifer’s chagrin, bedroom eyes looked good on him, the rotten bitch. “If not, I’m more than happy to leave you to your sulking.”

That was a lie and they both knew it, the tension so charged between them the air might combust at any second. Given the king’s proneness to accidents tonight (and the literal open flame above his head) it wasn’t an impossibility. 

As they locked eyes, some silent declaration was sent, though neither had received the same message. Or perhaps they did and therein was the problem, dooming them to be forever caught in this stubborn battle of wills. 

Lucifer tried — and failed — to ignore the portion of himself that, apparently, had been eager for the opportunity. He could give in… if only to set some boundaries on who was always the winner in this pissing contest. The smoky trace of whiskey lingering on Alastor’s breath caused Lucifer’s nails to dig into the flesh of his palm, golden pinpricks of blood rising in the wake. 

A proposition now effectively ratified. 

The Body and the Blood…

How sentimental.

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“Haaahh…! Mmmnn — ahh!”

“Fuck…”

It started off as a joke like so many things do when you’re scared shitless of vulnerability.

An insult here, a dare to chase it. Contemptuous eyes poorly concealing the desire simmering underneath. An angry meeting of mouths, all tongue and teeth and claws. The clattering of miscellaneous items being recklessly swiped off a table.

Glass shattering. 

More insults.

A bite to the lip drawing blood, tangled breath filling in the needy gaps awaiting any touch they could get. The first shared moan ringing in ears before scorching its way down, stoking the molten ache roiling in the gut, desperate to envelop them both and leave nothing but frayed nerves behind. 

Caressing, pulling, gripping, grinding, biting…

The party supply room was hot, air humid with sweaty musk and the steam of heaving breaths, the sounds of the party resonating on the other side of the wall. Inside were hisses through clenched teeth, groans of ecstasy; slick skin coming together then pulling away with the magnitude of storm-heavy waves crashing and receding on the shore.

The tunic covering Alastor’s torso did little to comfort him, stripped as he felt. In fact, the habit was still on too, the only piece of clothing torn from him being the wimple in order to free the expanse of his neck. Lucifer had spent quite a bit of time there, marking it well with harsh love bites and languid strokes of his forked tongue.

He was laid out beneath the angel, open mouthed and florid, vaguely coherent as his king fucked him senseless; seemingly determined to conquer the demon as wholly as possible. A task at which he was succeeding, if he hadn’t done so already; though to be fair he had never stood a chance against Lucifer. Not tonight.

Alastor hadn’t spoken a proper word in minutes, reduced to communicating through moans, groans, and sharp intakes of breath. Quite the accomplishment considering he was such an articulate fellow. 

Lucifer didn’t know it yet, but he would be haunted by the memory of seeing Alastor’s eyes roll to the back of his head once he found the pace he was currently keeping; deep and steady, just fast enough to stay ahead of the desperation that was never too far behind.

So tight…

The demon almost looked sweet, splayed out below him like this, lost in the throes of pleasure. It was a nice change considering the sneer that normally painted his face. But seeing him like this, brows knit and face flushed, the tuft of bang soaked into his forehead…

In this moment, Lucifer truly felt like a God.

He certainly looked like he could be, his demon form fully unleashed. He always felt such relief in this state. It was exhausting holding himself back, and not just today. Something he did all the time, not out of concern or ease for others, but because he had difficulty grappling with his station. Not that he’d give it up — hell no. But the burden of leadership was exactly that. Lilith had known it too, all too happy to take the reins until she wasn’t. He’d been happy to let her… until he wasn’t.

Maybe it was the melding properties of Samhain surging through him, but he could swear he felt a shifting. What good did it do for him to hide himself away? There was actually plenty of proof to the contrary. Why should he hold himself back? He was Lucifer Morningstar. Hell was his domain, and all its inhabitants needed a reminder that he was to be revered.

The Radio Demon could be their martyr.

Why else had he offered himself up like one? And the image suited him well.

“I showed the Nazareth all the kingdoms of the world before they crucified him. What do you see, Alastor?” Lucifer growled, voice thick and smug with authority. He leaned down to nip and lick at the skin of Alastor’s open jaw, still whipping his hips at a relentless pace. 

Even with eyes closed — too much effort, they were so heavy to keep open — Alastor could see him perfectly, the image of Lucifer seared into his mind. Eyes. Glowing red eyes to match the flame roaring between his fully formed horns and the apple that topped his serpent crown like a sparkling ruby. Leering, all-seeing eyes on seraphim’s wings. 

A fanged grin so self-satisfied it was like looking directly into the sun. 

A God.

It burned him to admit it.

But the wanton moan that tore through Alastor’s chest pierced the room, coming on so quickly he never stood a chance at restraining it. The words spilling from Lucifer’s mouth in deep rumbles threatened to unravel the meager hold Alastor had left on his dignity. Absent claws bit into the flesh of the demon’s thighs as the angel momentarily hitched from the way Alastor clenched around him, hot and greedy as if needing to milk him for all he was worth.

The king let out a husky laugh in response, latching onto a particularly enticing patch of Alastor’s neck where it met the shoulder; reveling again in the salty musk that coated his tongue before biting down, filling his mouth with the satisfying taste of iron.

Alastor opened his mouth in a soundless plead, his mouth and throat dry from exertion. Impossible as it seemed, tears pricked at the corner of his eyes; his painfully hard and untouched dick throbbed, weeping against his stomach and into the fabric of the tunic. It was too much… He was too full, too surrounded, too helpless.

Consuming. 

Yes, that’s what it felt like. 

He had never been on the opposite side of it before. 

And despite it all, he could feel his orgasm pooling low in his belly, balls painfully full and tight. That gnawing tension yearning for relief as Lucifer’s thick arousal punished his spongy core. Once the angel pulled away from his neck, Alastor couldn’t help but reach down to touch himself, so in need of climax he didn’t care what it took to get it.

Lucifer roared at the sight, cock twitching as his own release threatened to spill, but managed to hold it back. Delicious as this was to witness, he couldn’t let Alastor get to the finish line just yet; his pointed tail coming around to snatch the demon’s hand away as he pulled out, exhaling with a strained grunt.

The sudden absence of both sensations left Alastor to writhe in frustrated ache, practically sobbing through gritted teeth at the loss, which Lucifer mercifully tried to soothe with languid kisses and nips to the demon’s inner thigh. He wasn’t a completely unfeeling Lord, after all.

He just needed one last thing before letting them both attain the high they so desperately wanted, his eyes shifting back from radiant flame to red and yellow with a blink as he wrapped his hand around Alastor’s angry, dripping length. It wouldn’t be long now, the poor creature was so hard and wet to the touch.

Alastor cried out, regaining some semblance of himself as he unconsciously bucked into Lucifer’s unmoving hand; his mouth made a sticky sound as he swallowed hard, moisture finally returning to his parched throat. 

“Luci…fer… please — I can’t…!” Alastor practically tore the words out between heaving breaths, tears burning his skin as the shame of needing to beg deepened his rosy blush to an intense red. 

He hadn’t expected the demon to beat him to the punch, unable to fight the grin of victory painting his lips as his eyes resumed their fearsome glow. Benevolently rewarding Alastor with a few firm strokes, he relished the lewd, wet sound of it joining the chorus of his subject’s carnal whimpers. Lucifer bent down and flattened his tongue, giving a slow wide lick to Alastor’s leaking cock from base to head, finishing with an obscene slurp. How could he possibly have denied himself such a precious offering? 

A pleased hum rumbled in Lucifer’s chest when Alastor slung an arm over his face, gossamer strings of spit between his lips as he shuddered, “Oh god… fuck…”

That would work. 

Lucifer buried himself back into Alastor’s enticing heat, continuing his ministrations as his hips set a slow pace. A mewling groan spilled from the demon’s mouth, hips rolling to meet each of the angel’s thrusts. Lucifer’s peak was quickly approaching, too lost in the divine feeling of Alastor’s body surrounding him, already lamenting the thought of being finished.

“You poor thing… Did I fuck all the attitude out of you?” the angel taunted, golden blood dripping down the side of his mouth from the force of his smile.

No longer capable of holding it back, the orgasm crashed through Alastor with the force of an avalanche, heart threatening to burst through his chest; the sound of its rapid pounding nearly drowning out his own scream of rapture. He spasmed so tightly that the king had to still himself, the grip on him almost painful. Hot, thick cum shot onto the demon’s stomach and Lucifer’s hand in gratifying spurts as he stroked him through his high, desperate for every drop he could wring out.

Inspired by the mess in front of him, the angel pulled out and brought one of Alastor’s hands to him, guiding him until he felt life twitch back into the demon’s fingers. The grasp was a little too harsh, Alastor perhaps using this as a chance for revenge if the look in his eye was any indication, but it didn’t matter. Nothing could take this conquest from him. It wasn’t long before Lucifer was rutting into the demon’s hand, groaning through clenched teeth as his face twisted up before spilling himself into Alastor’s palm.

Lucifer gave himself a moment to revel in the bliss of their debauchery before cleaning them up with a snap of his fingers. He was too worn out to put more effort into it than that, and hey, got the job done, didn’t it?

They were still trying to catch their breath when they finally locked eyes, the post-coital sobriety already at work. Alastor’s ears flattened as he glared at the angel, a rare grimace on his lips.

“No one knows about this. Understood?” he threatened, the static crackling in the air around him.

“Ha! Who do you think you’re talking to? Now I know I fucked you stupid.”

Their fistfight didn’t last long, but provided a great cover for their absence when they stumbled back to the bar in desperate need of a strong drink.

So much for best behavior…

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“How did you do it by the way, the last temptation of Christ?” Alastor couldn’t believe he was asking, the bitterness clear in his voice, but he figured it might be his only chance to find out without seeming too curious.

It took Lucifer a second to process the question, an easy smile spreading across his face. “Oh what, showing Jesus the world? I just whipped out a map*.”

Insufferable.

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ps: don’t worry, alastor was prepped before getting railed lol it just happened off screen 🫠

*biblically accurate if you can believe

[blessedwithabadomen]

in love with the mess - day four

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : fluff, flirting, the slightest hint of angst if you squint, some smut (nipple play, masturbation)

length : 5k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @somebodyels3

a/n : it's getting more smutty, my friends!! enjoy the chapter 💗

•••

day four

I woke up in the middle of the night, sleepy and confused as to why I was conscious at all. It took me a moment to blink into the darkness and realise that a figure was standing next to the bed, instead of lying next to me in it. Noah was peacefully sleeping still, turned away from me now, his back touching mine, but Oli was moving about. I reached out for him, making him jump a little when I touched his leg as he was stood next to the bed.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, careful not to wake Noah as well. Oli hesitated, then sat back down on the bed, leaning down to me so I could hear him.

“I was gonna go back to my room.”

“Why?”

I couldn’t see his eyes in the dark. I couldn’t read his face or make out his expression and it left me at a disadvantage.

“Didn’t wanna…”

He never finished the sentence. I allowed myself to softly stroke along his temple, cupping his cheek, enticing him to come back. It worked, without any words, although I still sensed some hesitation as he laid back down, my touch never leaving him.

“What’s up with you?” I asked, knowing fully well his mind was so loud that he probably wouldn’t be able to find the words right then and there. “All good flirting with me and teasing me all day, but scared of a little intimacy?”

I didn’t want to call him out, but we both knew I wasn’t entirely wrong.

“‘M not scared of anything,” he mumbled, stubborn and pouting. But he allowed me to envelop him in another hug, before I pushed at his shoulder so he would turn away from me. I knew he didn’t like being vulnerable. But sometimes he, too, needed to be the little spoon.

•••

What was meant to be a morning of sleeping in was cruelly interrupted by incessant banging on my door. As it turned out, while me and Bring Me did indeed have a late start, Noah was wanted much earlier but had successfully put his phone on silent last night after texting Nick he was having a movie night with us. At least it meant that they knew which room to disturb when they realised he hadn't returned to bed that morning.

Noah was already halfway up by the time I'd opened the door to Nick, but Oli only lifted his head for a moment, decided none of it was his problem and continued snoozing. I made quick work of ushering a sleepy, absolutely adorable looking Noah out the door. He paused, though, in the middle of the door frame, turning back to me. For a moment, we simply stared at each other, my heart going double time just from being subjected to the way he was studying every inch of my face and I was wondering, no, hoping he would kiss me, but the moment passed and Nick was shouting for him and he was down the hall before I fully realised.

Stumbling back into bed, I immediately moved under the covers, more than willing to make the best out of our late start and get some more rest. Oli, lying on his back, pulled me onto him, using me as his personal blanket, and I didn’t resist. It seemed like his securities shone a little less brightly in the approaching daylight. I melted into him, his warmth, the comfort he was providing.

“Are you happy?”

The question, uttered so softly I barely had it, caught me completely off guard. I tired lifting my head to look at Oli, but the position made it almost impossible and the way his arms held me didn’t help.

“That’s a bit of a loaded question,” I mumbled, not quite sure yet how to answer.

“Are you happy on this tour?” he rectified. “Sometimes I feel like I’m just dragging you places, again and again, like taking you on this tour and putting you in situations-”

I sat up so abruptly that Oli had no chance to keep me down anymore. But the last thing I wanted was him overthinking like this, the way I knew he could sometimes until it took him straight into the abyss, and I needed to look at him to make sure he would believe me.

“Oliver Scott Sykes, I’m very happy on this tour. I’m very happy whenever you drag me places and put me in situations. Last year was fucking bullshit and you know that but now it’s only January and I’m here, with you, being on tour like you know I love. I’m still finding myself and I don’t know where I’m going in life, but believe me. I’m happy.”

Oli sat up, his arms once again wound around my middle, keeping me in his lap, and this time I was sure he was going to kiss me, this was it, this was the moment, this was what I’d been dreaming of and thinking about for longer than I’d ever admit to him, I’d finally get him to myself, I’d finally know what his lips felt like on mine. He pushed my hair behind my ear, looking into my eyes so deeply I felt more naked than I ever could by being undressed. My breath hitched as his was hitting my face, he was so close.

My phone rang.

Oli let out the most miserable groan I’d ever heard as he let go of me, letting himself fall onto the mattress again. I couldn’t blame him. I very much felt like screaming at whoever was at the other end of that phone call. Unfortunately, it turned out to be Lia, which ruled out homicide.

“To what the fuck do I owe the pleasure?”

“Did I catch you at a bad time? Where are you?”

“Sitting on Oli,” I said before my brain could catch up with my mouth. Oli started shaking with laughter underneath me as Lia shrieked.

“And you’re answering the phone! What is wrong with you, girl!”

“Not like that,” I sighed, knowing fully well that I wasn’t going to convince her right now. “But let’s talk about why you called in the first place.”

“Right! The Manchester gig is tomorrow, isn’t it? Well, you could already guess I was going to take you out afterwards because there’s no way you’re passing through my city and not having shots with me, but also I just got confirmation that I can clock out early tomorrow so you better get me that backstage pass so we can hang.”

I pulled the phone away from my ear a little, looking down at Oli who still looked so, so delectable under me. “Backstage pass for Lia?”

“Always,” he immediately agreed. They’d known each other for years now, thanks to me, and he knew how important she was to me. Getting her a pass was probably one of the easier feats.

“Sorted,” I confirmed.

“Hell yes! Hide yo’ boys, I’m coming tomorrow!”

“Lia, you’re a married lesbain.”

“I’m not saying hide them because I’m gonna hit on them. I’m saying hide them because I will bother them with questions as to why neither has fucked you yet. Assuming you’d tell me if one of them had. Because you better. Anyway, took a double shift to get off early tomorrow so I gotta head back to work, love you, go back to pouncing Oli!”

I echoed her sentiment - the one about love, not the one about Oli -, before hanging up and chucking the phone back on the nightstand. I would have loved to stay like this a little longer. Having Oli underneath me truly was a sight to behold. But I’d seen the time and I knew we should be getting ready sooner rather than later.

“Alright loverboy, time for the day to start,” I said. Then, unable to keep myself from saying it out loud, I added, “We’ll revisit this another time.”

When I moved away to climb off him, I made sure to drag myself over his crotch with just enough pressure to underline the sentiment.

•••

Oli, for once, had assured me that he wouldn't actually need me to run for anything for a while so I did my next favourite thing apart from waiting hand and foot on him and walked out on the floor of the arena to watch Bring Me soundcheck. There was something magical about getting to see hints of the show before it actually happened. The technical side of it never failed to amaze me - figuring out how the band would sound their absolute best, tweaking every little detail for the optimal experience wherever the audience would hear it from, fixing all the little errors in communication with the artists, until it came together to an awe-inspiring show of the highest class.

Plus, there was something quite adorable about watching the band play without all their usual stage antics, wrapped in comfortable hoodies, a beanie with little pompoms on Oli's head.

Walking around the floor, it obviously didn't take long to get spotted as Becky, one of the sound techs, waved me over.

“Looking good, I dig the crop top!”

Looking down at myself, I double checked the outfit I had chosen for the day. It was one of the many options Oli had provided me with, a soft lacey top that showed a little of my midriff, a few buttons along the middle of it, paired with some dark trousers that had been adorned with a number of studs. I had also finally unpacked my make-up bag. The winged eyeliner wasn’t a major success but I figured no one would notice in the low light and I’d taken a plunge trying on a dark red lipstick I’d been carrying around with me for months but never used. Noah had given me a low whistle as I walked past earlier which had eased my nerves about it all potentially being too much.

“Thought I’d take some inspiration from you,” I grinned, motioning at her own outfit which was, once again, absolutely fabulous.

She waved me closer still until I could lean over the barrier and see what she was doing. “Want to see what makes the show really, really good?”

I nodded, eager to find out more after she’d bombarded me with a phletora of information last time. It turned out, listening to her explain her craft while the venue was blissfully empty and quiet apart from a few shouts here and there and the band arguing about something on stage was much easier and more enjoyable. By the end of her little presentation, I was pretty sure I was loving this just as much as she did.

“So what about you, you work on this tour too, right? With Oli?”

“Official title is personal assistant, but I think mainly he just likes to see me running around for his amusement.”

“Is that something you enjoy?” Becky looked a little thoughtful.

“I mean, I love being on tour. It’s one of my favourite things in the world. I get so restless when I’m just at home for too long. But… it’s barely sustainable at the moment.” I couldn’t tell why I was being so honest. There was simply something in her face that made you want to confide in her, tell her all about yourself, and I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, overall, or not, but I didn’t stop myself. In all honestly, it felt good to say it out loud. “I’ve been doing odd jobs on tour for the past… ten years now. Little unqualified jobs in between when I can’t get away. But it’s not really going anywhere.”

“What kind of jobs do you do on tour?” The fact that she posed follow-up questions simply had me word-vomiting a little more.

“Assisting, mainly. I’ve done some merch in the past, too. Worked as a stagehand sometimes. But, you know, nothing qualified. Nothing that pays all that well. I thought I’d move up from assisting tour manager to the actual tour manager at some point, but it’s not really happening. There’s always someone else first, someone with more experience or a degree or a better friend to someone in charge. So yeah, approaching the big 30 with no plan!”

There was a moment of silence between us.

“Oh god, sorry, I’ve just dumped all of this on you and we barely know each other.”

But Becky’s smile reassured me immediately. “I don’t mind at all. I’ve been in your situation, when I was younger. Took me a while to figure out what I wanted to do and how I wanted to do it. But if you-”

Our conversation was abruptly cut short by another sound tech who desperately needed her help with one thing or other. I turned back toward the stage, watching the guys do what they loved, following their passion, honing their talents, and I wondered if I’d find that place for myself, too.

Then Oli waved, enthusiastically, and grabbed his crotch in the most irritating way and I laughed so hard I briefly forgot about my worries.

•••

“You know when you’re on the verge of getting ill and it’s basically a single night’s sleep that decides whether you wake up completely fine or with the plague?”

Turning toward the voice that was obviously talking to me, I found Matt, Bad Omen’s tour manager (as far as I was aware?), looking over at the band as they got ready for the show in a few minutes with a worrisome expression on his face. I immediately knew he was talking about Noah. He did seem a little worse for wear today. Was it still the jet lag? Had he caught some sort of virus? There was no way to know for sure but, like Matt said, it seemed like he was on the edge of getting better or something worse.

“He definitely needs some rest. Do you have an early bus call tomorrow?”

“It’s not too bad. It’s only a two-hour drive to Manchester.”

Both of us looked at the singer, lost in our own thoughts.

“Maybe he shouldn’t do Antivist tonight. Get an early night.”

Matt laughed a slightly hollow laugh. “If you manage to convince him, I owe you.”

I was surely going to try, I decided.

Matt disappeared right around the time Bad Omens took the stage, but I stuck around. I’d seen their set the first night, from the sound desk, but watching it from the side of the stage was entirely different. Something about being completely hidden from the view of the audience while being so close to the band itself, able to see all their little quirks and facial expressions was simply something I couldn't miss while on tour.

The band was about to transition from Artificial Suicide into Like a Villain, when I felt an arm being slung over my shoulders. I didn’t even need to fully turn to Oli to see he was in a great mood. Being with Oli could be a mixed bag, his mood unpredictable at times, darkness always looming around the corner even when he was in a good place and working hard to stay there. So when he was as ecstatic about nothing in particular, I accepted it without question.

“They’re so fucking good,” he remarked almost jumping in place with excitement at watching Bad Omens play, silently mumbling the lyrics along with Noah. “So fucking glad we took them on tour.”

“Me too,” I said. For a number of reasons. But them being an absolutely mind-blowing opener was easily one of them.

Oli moved along to the music, awkwardly pulling me with him without any particular plan to it. It shouldn’t have been surprised when his hand, arm still resting on my shoulders, accidentally brushed against my boob.

I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath my top.

He immediately halted his movements, acutely aware of what had just happened and, holding his hand slightly away from my body, just to make sure.

“Sorry, love.”

“It’s okay.”

He looked at me for the length of a heartbeat.

“Is that an ‘it’s okay’ as in you forgive me or as in ‘I don’t mind’?”

We both knew what I was going to say before I did.

“I don’t mind.”

When given explicit permission, Oli wasn’t shy. Turning back toward the stage, he seemed every bit the innocent onlooker, simply preoccupied with the live music currently being played, but his hands gave him away. Manoeuvring me to stand at a slightly different angle, he seemed to make sure that neither the audience nor anyone walking past backstage would see, before moving his hand back to where it had been before, only with a clearer intent this time around.

His hand deftly grabbed onto my boob, making me gasp quietly at the surprise, cupping the flesh, feeling along the edges.

“No bra?” he whispered in my ear, which alone would have been enough to make the hairs on my whole body stand up. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, the feeling of his hand on me in such an intimate place with barely any fabric in between much too intense.

Changing his approach with the information that was now available to him, Oli let his fingers trail over me, softly, but finding my hardening nipple easily. He chuckled, amused, as he started flicking it, then rubbing against it softly. I was fighting a loosing battle trying to keep quiet. The fire in my belly was igniting, my back was arching ever so slightly, pushing myself into his grasp a little more. He replied by subjecting me to even more excruciating treatment. When he pinched my nipple between his fingers, my knees actually buckled. I couldn’t hold back the moan, either.

“Sensitive, doll? Very interesting.”

Just like that, he had removed his arm, stepping away from me and leaving me craving his touch. I wanted to be angry, stern at him for putting me in such a position in such a public place but I was sure that when I looked at him, all he could see was lust and silent begging for more.

“Well, this was nice,” he concluded, smiling at me as if nothing at all had just happened, “but I gotta get ready for the show.”

I was left dumbstruck, almost unable to believe he would play me like that, but as I watched him walk away I decided this game was not over.

•••

Convincing Noah to sit out on Antivist for one night and getting him back to the hotel early so he could rest was surprisingly easy. He had successfully given his all to their set, pulling through without letting anyone see how much he was struggling, but the second he stepped off stage, all energy seemed to drop off him, leaving him tired and exhausted. I made short work of getting him out of the arena and into a cab back to the hotel. The rest of the band was staying, they had decided, opting to watch Bring Me and giving Noah some space and quiet.

I allowed him to rest his head on my shoulder in the backseat, softly playing with his hair, watching how he almost fell asleep right then and there. I felt bad for shaking him out of his falling-asleep phase, but I wasn’t going to get him up into his room on my own. Somehow, with my arm around his waist as if it could be any help, we made it through the lobby, up the lift and into the room. He was halfway to the bed, quite obviously ready to simply fall into it, still in his stage clothes, when I stopped him.

“Come on, you can’t sleep like this.”

“Help me out?” Noah asked, so softly and innocently that, even though he was towering over me and could probably bench press me if he tried, I couldn’t help but melt.

Moving his top up, he just about managed to lift his arms as I struggled to get it off him, almost debating climbing onto the bed just for the height advantage, but we made it work. I ignored the way I had to desperately keep my hands to myself, not allowing myself to let my eyes roam over his skin, explore everything I’d been so curious about. Now simply wasn’t the time.

His trousers came down easily and I busied myself with taking off his shoes, getting everything that could possibly be uncomfortable off him and then turning away to chuck his clothes somewhere near his suitcase. I thanked the heavens that he had made it underneath the blanket by the time I faced him again.

Walking over to the bed, I kneeled down next to it, right where his head was, petting his hair once again as he settled, eyes already closing. He was insanely beautiful, I thought. My heart was doing double time just from looking at him. The intensity scared me a little. I leaned forward, aiming to place a kiss into his hair where my lipstick wouldn't leave a mark, completely taken by my feelings.

“You shouldn't get so close to me.”

I pulled back immediately, surprised by his remark. My hand was awkwardly lingering in the air as I tried to understand what was happening.

“No,” he immediately whined, grabbing onto my wrist and putting my hand back on his face where I carefully brushed his cheek. “Not like that. I meant… on an emotional level.”

I tried to hide the lump in my throat, thankful that his eyes had closed fully by now. “Why?”

“Gonna go wrong,” he mumbled, sleep starting to claim him. “Like always.”

My heart broke a little for him. I'd listened to his songs. I knew what he wrote about. Yet, somehow, when it was so personal, his pain hit me like a ton of bricks. I hadn't managed to see so far how deep it went for him. How making out in backstage rooms could be fine. How being sweet and caring could be too much. And yet, it was so glaringly obvious that he craved it.

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that,” I whispered, but he was already fast asleep, chest moving with his calm breathing, a peaceful look on his face despite it all.

I didn’t stop myself from pressing a kiss into his hair before tucking him in a little more, turning the lights off and leaving the room.

•••

I made it back to the arena in record time, catching Bring Me The Horizon waiting to go on stage just before the intro was starting. Oli was getting warmed up, jumping around to prepare himself for the show, but apparently our little meeting earlier hadn’t passed him by unaffected. His stage outfit was always on point - just as his trousers always seemed a little… well, tight, in spaces. Tonight, it seemed to be a little worse than usual.

It was my chance to even the score.

For a moment, I lingered, not hiding the way I was staring at his crotch. It didn’t take long for him to notice, stopping his movements. I let my gaze wander up his body, smirking at him before I, quite obnoxiously, bit my lip and raised my eyebrows, then looking back down. It summoned him immediately.

“Stop that,” he growled. The fact that he was so very much not amused just made this better. He’d been teasing me for days now. It was time for payback.

“Why? It’s pretty… hard to look away, you know.”

My hands reached out, almost managing to touch the belt, but he was quicker, wrapping his fingers around my wrists and holding them tightly. I relished the way it caused a shiver to run through me. I had always enjoyed a dominant man. Almost as much as I enjoyed being a brat in return.

“It’s not exactly helping, love.”

“Does it bother you?” I asked, sounding as innocent as I possibly could, fluttering my eyelashes at him, struggling a little against his restraints. “Knowing that I’m looking at it? Knowing that it turns me on?”

The intro was starting in the background. Oli was getting a little more restless, knowing he didn’t have much time.

“Knowing that I want to touch it?” I once again tried to reach for him, but he held me at bay. “That I want to see what it really looks like?”

He pushed me backward, not caring that I collided slightly with a few boxes, staring me down as if it did anything to me but turn me on more.

“You’re a fucking menace and-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as a stagehand put his hand on his shoulder, informing him of his cue. Oli shot me one more look, angry but obviously affected, before removing his grip on my wrists and taking his place, ready to get the show started.

And what a show he was giving. The good mood returned quite easily, the audience was giving back generously, and I figured that the fact that I had riled him up so much wasn’t hurting the performance either. Yet, the problem in his pants persisted and every time he happened to walk in my direction, I was shot an accusatory look, which I only replied to via my hand casually wandering over my chest, brushing against my own breast, just to make it a little worse.

It worked like a charm.

Bring Me barely managed to finish AmEN! when a problem in the crowd became apparent. Oli made quick work of stopping the show, instructing security, telling the crowd to back away a little, to take care of each other, to get some water. An executive decision was made to give everyone a breather, let the audience calm down as the band left the stage. Everyone gathered in the space, huddling together and waiting for a sign to let the show continue, but Oli rushed past everyone.

“Gonna go piss,” he announced before disappearing into the labyrinth of corridors backstage.

I didn’t care if anyone noticed me following him. The loo break was such an obvious lie, I wasn’t surprised in the least when he bolted past the toilets and instead headed straight for his dressing room, banging the door shut behind him. Crossing the rest of the corridor, I silently opened it again, taking care not to let him hear as it closed behind me.

Oli wasn’t in the main room. But there were noises from the adjacent bathroom. Noises that I’d never thought I’d get the chance to hear in person.

He was stood in the walk-in shower, his back to the door, one hand resting on the tiled wall in front of him, head hung low, but even from his angle I could see it. His belt was undone. His fly, too. His trousers opened just enough, the underwear pushed down just a little. His hand on his dick.

Ignoring the way my heart threatened to burst out of my chest, I walked around him, squeezing myself between his body and the wall.

He looked divine. Face red, panting, his whole body tensed up under the pressure of getting some quick relief before he had to go back on stage. Even his cock was fucking beautiful. Hard and thick, a stark contrast to the colourful tattoos all around it. He was already leaking, just a little bit, as his hand continued its motion, even when I slid down the wall and got on my knees.

“Aubrey, fuck, what are you doing, I don't have time for this.”

“I know,” I whisper back, still in awe at the sight in front of me, at eye-level now. I felt like I could almost smell it, was so close to touching it. He didn't slow down his movements for a single moment. But we didn't have time to get into the finer things of this situation. “I'm helping you.”

Looking up at him, making sure his eyes were entirely on me, I started unbuttoning my top, slowly revealing more and more cleavage.

“You can finish here, if you want.”

I knew I didn't sound half as innocent as I meant to, but it didn't matter. He groaned so beautifully, I knew I had made the right call. His hand was moving even faster now, desperately chasing his release, towering over me with that raw energy. I wanted to be part of it when he let it run wild.

My top was almost entirely unbuttoned, the curve of my tits on display, heaving roughly with my own quickened breath. I played with the fabric, abandoning the plan of opening the top up all the way and instead moved it so that my nipple peeked out, allowing me to play with it a little, just to give him more of a show.

It proved to be enough. With the most primal noise I had ever heard Oli make - and that included his music -, he came, straight onto my chest, until there was nothing left in him. He almost slumped over. Impressively enough, his aim was immaculate. No traces on my clothes. I let him rest for a moment, not doing anything but indulging in getting to watch him in this state.

“You're a fucking menace,” he repeated with a sigh, still mad, but there was less bite behind it. I didn't reply. I simply watched as he tucked himself back in, fixed his outfit and stood back up properly. Without giving me any more attention, he turned around to walk out of the room. Only, predictably, he couldn't stop himself from looking back one more time. I made sure it was the exact moment I scooped up some of what he had left behind on my skin and licked it up.

The game wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

[bonezone44]

but pervy roller derby coach joel and seasoned derby girl fucking in joels truck after a bout when ezra finds them with the windows all fogged up… ofc he joins in

You fucking know it!

Roller Derby Coach!Joel Miller x F!Reader x Boyfriend!Ezra

tags: unprotected p-in-v, double creampie, Ezra and Joel being spiteful towards one another. praise, degredation, use of the word "whore" but in a sexy way

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He wanted to offer you a personal congratulations after helping your Jammer get point after point, resulting in your team's win. 157 to 163. It was a close one and your offense is what made the difference. Joel lost count of how many times you knocked the opposing Jammer off the track, running them back and killing their spirit. He's surprised you still have any energy left after all that work.

But here you are in his truck with him, bouncing on his cock like it's nothing. You got nothing on but your sports bra and youre soaked in sweat with your gear airing out in his flat bed.

Then Ezra’s wandering around the parking lot outside the rink, wondering where the hell you are because there's an after party to go to. And he already smoked a couple joints with the referees, and you still hadn't appeared. Then he sees the foggy window, the way the truck is bouncing, and he can't help but creep closer. His whole body floods with heat when he sees your gear. He looks around, sees if anybody has eyes on him before opening up the passenger door.

"Shit!" Joel curses.

You both stop in a panic. Your hands gripping his biceps to stabilize yourself.

Ezra's all smiles. "You don't think she's done enough work tonight, Coach?" He chuckles at your silent, shocked faces. He climbs inside and shuts the door behind him. "Our superstar here requires appreciation. Not more strain on her supremely effective musculature." He crawls closer.

"How 'boutchu--" Joel begins.

Ezra wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

Joel’s hands are still tight on your hips. Watching Ezra's tongue meet yours makes his cock twitch and pisses him off at the same time. He grunts.

Ezra's hazy eyes slide over to Joel's after he pulls away from you. "How 'bout I what, Joel?"

Joel snarls and shoves Ezra back with a broad palm to his chest. "How 'boutchu see with your eyes and not with your hands?" He turns back to you. "She's mine right now, and I ain't gonna let you touch her 'til I'm done with her."

Ezra chuckles and undoes his pants, pulling his hardening cock out. "Go ahead and fill her up good, then." He smirks and begins to stroke himself. "Patience is a virtue, and although I am far from a virtuous man, I have been known to wander briefly on the path of the principled." He breaths deeply through his nose, taking in the smell of sweat and sex. "A path more easily endured when enticed by heavenly rewards."

Joel rolls his eyes. "Does he ever shut the fuck up?"

Ezra chuckles again. "You best make haste, old man, before that little blue pill wears off and you go softer than an ice cream cone in the Fourth of July sunshine."

Joel smirks at Ezra and shakes his head. He turns back to you, his hands slide up your sides, grip your breasts through your bra. "You ever seen me take a pill?"

"No," you shake your head. You're so overwhelmed by the situation, you're surprised you were able to say anything at all. And Joel's strong fingers are working your chest, working the muscles in your hips and thighs.

"I don't need no pill," he says with a haughty grin, thrusting up into you. "I don't need her to ride me, neither," he adds for good measure. "I can make her come with my cock alone." He holds you still and you angle your hips slightly as his own hips jump in the seat. "Come on, baby. Show 'im how good this cock is. Come on, now."

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and dig your face into his neck, moaning and keening with every strong thrust. You hear Ezra moaning, too. You turn your head to the side and see him panting, biting his lips. He goes from jerking himself off to squeezing his cock at the base and shaking it, staving off his orgasm with a desperate look on his face. It's all so much, you're sent over the edge--your orgasm barely noticable amidst Joel's relentless assault. How can you come down when everything around you is still building and escalating?

"Gonna fill this pussy up, now," Joel groans. His meaty claws close and spread your asscheeks as he begins to grind into you.

You try to remind yourself to breathe as you squeeze him tighter, whimpering and panting.

"Gonna give you all this come," he groans again and you feel a rush of warmth inside of you.

"Come here, baby," you hear Ezra speak up. "Lemme feel that." And before you know it, you're in Ezra's lap. His cock slides readily into yours and he pants and moans pathetically. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit, baby. That's so good." His hips are barely moving as he holds you close against him, but the squelch of your messy pussy is loud. "Mmmm-that's so good. that's that good shit right there. Oh fuck, baby. Gonna fill you up, too. Mmhmm--gonna give you that sloppy cunt, huh? You like that, baby?" His eyes go wide and you're locked in, nodding and agreeing to whatever he says. "You like bein naughty? You like being filthy?"

At this point, it doesn't matter what either of them say. You'll agree to just about anything that comes out of their mouths--and their cocks.

"Fuckin filthy," he mutters with a snarl and brings his hand down to your ass with a harsh, solid slap. "Fuckin filthy whore. Nnnngg---" He comes inside of you.

You feel dizzy. Spent. Tired. Dazed. You should probably hydrate soon. And you wonder if anyone else on the team is looking for the three of you. You hope Joel has some napkins somewhere in his car, but you're not too worried because you have a pack of wet wipes in your gear bag. You never thought you'd use them for something like this, but... so it goes.

No one suspects a single thing at the after party. You throw back a few shots with your teammates and leg wrestle on the bar floor. You dance to the salsa music someone is playing on the juke box. You consider doing those pelvic floor exercises you saw on youtube once.

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a/n: I love life and I love being alive.

[vmpiires]

hi babagril 🤭 sooo my request is gojo poundin the shit out of y/n (or my name 🗣️) after y/n being a absolute teasing him and being a brat.

u could either write gojo or geto… or both cs uk i don’t mind

„𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂”

: ̗̀➛ 18+ CONTENT!!! MDNI

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, public sex, nun too heavy. threesome. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 670

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; again,, first time writing for these characters. i hope this don’t suck 😭 HOPE YOU LIKEEEE and reblog to support meeee and if you want more :D

you were being impatient. you, gojo, and geto have been out all day messing around…more like gojo and geto were messing around. you just tagged along because you didn’t wanna be left alone at home while gojo claims to be out doing “extensional work”.

the three of you were currently out for lunch. geto squinted at the non-sorcerers. his little ponytail swung behind him as he grabbed the set of chopsticks and began playing with his food.

“there’s a bunch of monkeys, over there. i don’t wanna be near those things.” you heard him grumble under his breath before he’d take a glance at you and smirk. “don’t worry, you’re an exception.” that’s when he began spraying his disinfectant deodorant….to keep the monkey smell away.

“what the hell…” you thought as you laughed off geto’s comment, not exactly knowing what you should say after. gojo’s hand gently pressed down onto the table as he stood up.

“going to the bathroom, be right back.” he announced. that’s when you took the opportunity to try to go with him and satisfy your needs. you were going through an insane heat. it didn’t help that you were ovulating.

“uh…me too!” you suddenly say before grabbing gojo by the arm and dragging gojo to the bathroom, leaving the non-sorcerer hater at the table alone.

he didn’t seem to mind.

the two of you get to the bathroom, and you being you, you stopped gojo before he could get into the stall, telling him your scheme.

twenty minutes later, the two of you were on the bathroom floor, naked. gojo was holding your thighs down while his tongue was moving against your folds at some unknown speed, making you moan loudly. your hips bucked, pushing his face more into you.

your fingers gripped onto his icy white hair. you were trying your best to be quiet, considering you were in a public setting but the way gojo’s tongue was moving was driving you insane.

before anything could go any further, the bathroom door opened. there stood geto with the widest of eyes, completely in shock of what he was looking at.

but your imagine enticed him. seeing your movements against his best friend’s face as he opened the door. it was hypnotic. the male made a face before he commanded you to move off of gojo after he decided that he’d join in on such acts. of course you listened. he removed his clothes also.

“you’re so obedient…i thought you were incompetent but i think you could be useful.” he said as he pinned you down against the cold tiled flooring of the bathroom. he’d put your legs up over his shoulders, before he’d force his length into you. it all happened so sudden. your breath hitched as you tried to control your moans but it was physically impossible.

while geto was slamming himself into you, his thrusts getting slightly more intense by the moment, gojo quieted your noises of pleasure with his own length. as if it were muscle memory, your hand wrapped around his shaft and your tongue swirled around against his tip, which flushed a red color filled with sensitivity.

you were being constantly praised by the two men as they fucked you roughly. all three of your moans and airy breaths filled the room, not really caring if anyone on the outside heard anything. what mattered was that you all were getting some sort of pleasure out of this. your eyes rolled back, unable to see what was in front of you clearly.

soon enough, puddles of a warm substance fell onto your stomach and some going down your throat.

both geto and gojo stood up, cleaning themselves before putting their clothes back on.

“that was fun, wasn’t it?” geto smirked at you. embarrassed, you quickly got up and cleaned yourself also and put your clothes on.

“i thought it was fun.” gojo beamed with a goofy smile. geto narrowed his eyes before nudging the other.

“i wasn’t asking you.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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