#hngh. being vulnerable.

[frog-does-dumb-stuff]

sending someone a song with the caption 'i think this is us' is literally the same thing as carefully cutting your heart out of your chest and handing it to them on a silver platter. by the way.

[creativebrainrot]

girl help im haunted by demihuman sex

[tonycries]

Men In Uniform F*ck Better!

Synopsis. You want him and you want him now. It doesn’t matter if you have to fúck him in his uniform - in fact, it just might make it better.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] professor! Gojo x Reader, yakuza boss! Sukuna x Reader, calligrapher! Geto x Reader, baker! Nanami x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, no curses! AU, oral (male + female receiving), men at work, manhandling, marking, slight gúnplay, degradation, smacking, choking, Sukuna is mean but he’s a yakuza boss so, spitting, semi-public, brat-taming, bunch of heinous stuff idek, cúmplay, slight foodplay, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.6k

A/N. Was gonna add Choso and Toji but this got too long, dw I’ll make separate ones about them later <3 

♡ NANAMI KENTO - The baker

Watching Nanami Kento at work could make even the most ardent non-believers worship God. 

Kneading. Spreading. Every motion of his strong hands deliberate and purposeful. Muscles rippling in his forearms with each movement. 

You watch - almost hypnotized - as the devilishly handsome baker at your favorite bakery prepares his dough for tomorrow. By God were you glad you managed to bat your lashes just enough to convince him to let you stay after closing - for educational purposes, of course. 

Your thighs squeeze together involuntarily as long fingers sink deep into the dough, squeezing. Pulling. Teasing. A delicate bead of sweat trickling down between his furrowed brows and disappearing enticingly between those chiseled collarbones. Oh, how you wished it was you under his hands instead.

“How long’s it gonna take? I see the way you’re watching me, y’know.” 

A low rumble breaks the silence, sending tremors down your spine - all the way to your already-heated cunt. Eyes snapping up to meet Nanami’s darkened ones, your face burns at being caught red-handed. Stammering out excuses, “W-wha- I didn’t-”

Soft dough now forgotten, he steps closer, presence overwhelming, dominating the space around you. “Always do. Watching me with such slutty eyes.” Low words that make your pussy throb. You’re dumbfounded by his eyes, intense and stripping - making you feel so exposed and vulnerable before him. 

In the dimly lit kitchen, the tension is palpable. You can’t help but lean into his presence, standing toe-to-toe with his muscled front. 

With a slight smirk curling his lips, Nanami leans in, his breath warm against your ear and making you shudder in anticipation. “But don’t worry, darling. I like it.” 

They’re the last words said before he pulls you into a searing kiss, a hand tight around your neck, neat fingernails digging into your skin, pulling you impossibly closer to him as his tongue demands entry, intertwining with yours. It’s possessive, it’s feral - and tastes oh so very sweet - just like his delicate pastries. 

Nanami breathes you in like a man starved. A desperation that carries into your frantic fingers untying that godforsaken apron. 

And in his steady hands as they lift you up as if you weigh nothing, fingers groping and kneading your ass as he seats you on the kitchen counter. The surface cold under where your skirt was messily bunched up. “Mm- hngh- please, Nanami.”

Pulling away with a final bite to your lower lip, he leaves a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down your body that send chills racing through you, and have your thighs rubbing together for an ounce of friction. 

“Tch” Of course, he wasn’t a fan. Grip bruising, manhandling your legs open so shamefully, he splays you out deliciously for him. Nanami’s greedy gaze devours the sinful way your dripping cunt leaks through your thin panties - ones you wore especially for him.

Seems he knew too, pushing his glasses up contemplatively before dropping onto his knees with a fucked out oh. “Always knew you were naughty, darling, but to be such a slut? Driving me crazy, hm?” his voice thick with desire and whispered mere millimeters away from your swollen folds.

Moaning softly, you arch your back into the warm breath hitting your quivering cunt, whining out an embarrassed “Noo- only for you, Nanami.”

“Oh yeah?” Huffing out a dark chuckle, he all but rips off your soaked panties. The tattered fabric stark against the sterile floor. You gasp at the cold air that hits your heated cunt - but not for long, because Nanami’s hot mouth is on it like a man dying of thirst. 

Nose-deep in your pussy, the cold metal of his glasses makes you flinch in sensitivity. His hands spread your cunt bruisingly, letting his tongue bully it’s way past your folds, urgently lapping at your juices as if you were the sweetest damn thing he’s ever tasted. 

Chin hitting your cunt, nose rubbing against your pulsing clit, he makes out with your sloppy pussy in methodical, merciless movements of his tongue that have you keening and bucking your hips for more more more. 

Looking up at you over his glasses, his hungry gaze devours your half-lidded eyes, the grip searing on his hair, and the whimpers of his name leaving your swollen lips just as greedily as the mouth on your slutty cunt.

“Wanted this right, darling?” he murmurs, lips hot against your own. Vibrations making slick bead out of your cunt and pool onto his waiting lips. “Wanted to break under my hands?”

“Yes. Yes, yes yes, s’all I’ve wanted.” teary whimpers leave your bruised lips, you craved the sting of his hands, the burn of his fingers. Your hips buck uncontrollably, grinding yourself against his mouth as he sucks your clit into his mouth. 

Hands now groping every inch of skin he could find, leaving pretty purple marks that remind you of his mouth-watering pies.

Exploring every curve and valley, bending you to his will, languid where his tongue was merciless. Savoring you. Groping your breasts, squeezing your ass, as if he wanted everything all at once.

Your entire body was sore now. Cunt throbbing in sympathy with the tender flesh. Marks littering your skin as if you’d been thrown to the wolves. Ah, all these weeks you’d been right - heaven really was in Nanami Kento’s hands. And right now you were putty in them. 

He grasped your thighs, squeezing them roughly and lifting them higher, opening you wider for his unforgiving pace. Clearly enjoying the way your face contorted in pain and pleasure, Kento slipped a finger inside you. One. Then two. Stretching you to your limits. Spreading open your already-stretched entrance further. 

His fingers frantic now, fucked-out, jerky movements. Wilder. Animalistic. Driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Open your mouth.” 

You listen - drunk on his tongue as yours lolls out so lewdly. The taste hits you before the realization - sweet sugar and the taste of you on your tongue as two thick fingers are shoved into your mouth. They reach the back of your throat, pressing hard onto your tongue. You force yourself to fight off the gagging as some animalistic part of you sucks desperately on them for the sweet, sweet taste. 

“Almost as sweet as you.” Nanami groans, words muffled into your cunt and sending white-hot pleasure racing up your spine. Words hanging in the air, he speeds up the movements of his mouth, frantic movements matching your need for more. 

Your climax hits you with a jolt, cumming till you see stars behind your eyes. Maybe it was his words, maybe it was the way his tongue quirked just right on your throbbing clit to make you throw your head back as you fell apart underneath him. 

“Hngh- Oh fuck, Nanami. M’cum- cumming!” you whine, grinding your cunt down impossibly harder on his pretty face. Fingers tangled in his silky blond locks as you force him deeper, riding out your high greedily.

You’re still dazed - vision blurry as Nanami pulls away from your cunt with a lewd squelch! getting up from his position kneeling on the floor. “So delicious on m’tongue, darling.”

Devastatingly handsome face flushed, breaths ragged, muscled front now pressing against your sinfully spread legs. And in your orgasm-hazed mind you still manage to hear the arousing clink of a belt unbuckling, and the metallic screech against marble of the nearby bowl of your favorite frosting being pulled closer. White - to match the precum dribbling down his leaking cock.

The distinct feeling of something wet and achingly hard against your needy cunt.

Oh. Ah, it really was a sweet, sweet life.

♡ GETO SUGURU - The calligrapher

You didn’t exactly think the live calligraphy show your friend dragged you to was about to have you on the edge of your seat.

But here you were. 

Eyes locked on the way the tall figure onstage, clad in a dark yukata - sinfully slipping off to reveal a milky, toned shoulder. Geto Suguru exudes an air of raw sexuality that the entire audience was aware of, eyes not being able to decide between the masterpiece on the canvas or the masterpiece of a man on stage.

His fingers, long and agile, effortlessly over the bamboo pen. Each stroke a sensual caress, dark eyes pools of desire that match his long, flowing locks, and the inky characters on the page. 

Chest heaving with passion, with a final, dramatic sweep of his arm, Geto completes the last stroke. And as the audience erupts into applause, you merely stay rooted to your seat, thighs pressing together and breath caught in your throat - only one thought ringing in your mind.

You just had to have him.

Which is why you found yourself following your friend to the chaotic atmosphere backstage. But despite the buzz of activity, you could still hear Geto’s deep, velvety voice carrying through the crowd.

Pushing through the sea of people, “Ah! Long time no see, Geto-san. This is my friend, she really enjoyed your performance tonight,” your friend introduced, gesturing towards you.

Eyes gleaming he turns to you, “Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, I enjoyed it very much.” you grin, batting your lashes. Relishing in the way Geto’s dark eyes appraise you from head to toe. Taking in every inch of you - and you do the same.

Geto’s eyes harden, as if deciding on something. “I’m flattered. Why don’t you two lovely ladies join me for some drinks with the crew?”

Yeah, you had to have him - you just didn’t think that would be so easy. 

Walls lined with paintings, the scent of ink and sin hung heavy in the air, as you two snuck away from the animated group downing celebratory shots. Geto’s hand hot in yours as he leads you down a dimly-lit corridor to “his favorite lil’ spot”, as he’d whispered to you. 

You could tell you were getting closer - because Geto promptly pulls you closer, hands grasping your waist possessively. 

“No turning back now, pretty girl.” he whispers, breath hot against your ear. 

“S’all I want, Suguru.” you mutter, desire coursing through you like a wildfire, pooling into something sticky and hot at your cunt. 

Perhaps seeing the pure, feral need in your eyes, Suguru murmurs, leaving no room for disagreement now, “Follow me.”

The room he led you to was heady with seductive candles, beautiful artwork lining the walls. His own - you assume, as Suguru leads you to a low wooden table in the center of the room. On it is a bottle of sake and two cups.

Movements fluid and precise, Suguru pours the sake, filling it to the brim. He hands it to you, eyes never leaving your face. “Drink up, pretty girl.” he hums, low and seductive. And honestly fuck stranger danger, how could you not when he looks at you like that?

So you drink, sake burning its way down your throat. Predatory eyes locked on you as you set down the cup, Suguru’s mouth quirks up into a sly grin around his as he asks, “Liked it?”

You’ve barely gotten out the nod - not trusting yourself to speak - before Suguru downs his shot abruptly, slamming down the cup with a thunk! 

Lips parting slightly, slender fingers squish your cheeks together into an almost-embarrasing pout. Forcing you to look up at him with an almost predatory grace as he looms closer. You don’t know if you should’ve expected the steady, warm stream of sake and saliva that hits your tongue. Sliding so obscenely down your throat. 

Guess Suguru Geto was filthy in bed where he was the embodiment of grace in public. 

It’s sweet on your tongue - both the sake and Suguru.

Eyes glassy, a mixture of sake and drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth - Suguru really can’t help the lips that come crashing down on yours, tongue plunging deep into your mouth. His tongue was relentless, keeping yours intertwined in a heady kiss. 

Arms wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to his heated body. Hands tugging on your hair, mapping your curves. All the way up to cup your breasts, thumbs running tight, little circles around your perked nipples.

You moan into the heated kiss as something rock-hard pokes your thigh. Hand greedily grabbing at his yukata with the need for more. 

Breaking the kiss, Suguru’s breaths come in ragged gasps. “On your knees, pretty girl.” 

And what Geto Suguru wants, Geto Suguru gets. 

Which is why you were sat, eyes hungry and greedily watching the way Suguru slowly, and deliberately peels open the front of his yukata, exposing his toned torso. A sly grin curling his lips at you gape at his leaking cock, standing proud and achingly hard. Thick and unforgiving. 

Fuck, could you really take him in your mouth? He was at least twice as big as anyone else you’ve been with before…

“Open.” he orders, voice low and commanding and making your cunt clench so deliciously in anticipation. Suguru’s flushed tip pokes your lips - glossy with sake and saliva - precum salty on your tongue. God, he was huge. Parting your mouth wider, lips stretching around his length you desperately try to fuck him into your mouth - eager to please.

But it just wasn’t enough.

Because Suguru has a searing grip on your hair, holding your head steady as he pushed his cock all the way down your throat. Delicate veins throbbing against the roof of your mouth as he starts up a steady, merciless pace fucking your mouth as if you were nothing but a fucktoy. 

“C’mon now, you said s’all you want. Better act like it, pretty girl.” he chuckles darkly, pushing you impossibly further down so that your nose presses into the tufts of thick, black hair at his pelvis. Like delicate strokes of a fine art. Breathing in the heady, masculine scent so sinfully.

This man is a masterpiece, you think deliriously - completely cock-drunk as you gag around his length, eyes burning at the way his fat tip hits your abused throat. Over and over. A ceaseless cadence you were losing your mind to. 

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, jus’ like that.” he hisses, as you tongue at his slit. Fingers deftly pressing around your neck to feel his dick ramming down your throat. 

The once-serene room rings with your pathetic, wet gurgles around Suguru’s cock and the smacking of skin on skin as his heavy balls hit your chin. “Take it, take it all.”

You moan, body arching as you claw at his toned hips for some semblance of stability. Nails digging neat lines down his milky skin. Balls tightening, he thrusts animalistically into your mouth, each one deeper and harder than the last, cock sliding in and out of you brutally. 

Messy.

Saliva and precum drip down his length, dirtying his yukata. Tears streak down your cheeks onto Suguru’s wrist, fingers tightening ferally around your throat. Blood roaring in your ears, choking at both the throbbing cock and the hand blocking your airway.

 It was so fucking messy.

So it only made sense that Suguru’s orgasm was the same. 

With a guttural cry of your name, Suguru came in hot spurts of cum, shooting rope after rope down your ready throat as his cock pulsed and stuttered in your mouth. You felt so dirty, his seed pooling on your tongue. 

But he wasn’t done - no, far from it - pulling out from your abused mouth with a lewd pop! Twitching cock heavy on your face as he paints your face white. Hips bucking deliriously, a smug smirk playing on his lips at his masterpiece.

Face and mouth covered in his cum, fucked out enough that you basically had heart eyes looking at Suguru, you ready yourself to swallow it all. Needing to taste Suguru immediately.

Ah, but one can’t get everything they want.

Because Suguru drops to his knees, hand still tight around your throat as he captures your lips with his. Teeth clashing, lips bruising, forcing his tongue down your throat. Tasting himself. Tasting you. It was absolutely animalistic. 

A barely-lucid, disappointed whine leaves your swollen lips as he pulls away. Only to spit once. Twice. Three times on your face.

You flinch as wads of saliva and his cum hit your face, warm and dripping down your cheeks. Staining the pristine tatami mats below as they fall with a resounding tap! tap! tap!

And you gladly offer yourself up for the abuse. A fucked out smile spreading across your face as you take in the feeling of being so debauched by Suguru. Somewhat-delirious, you barely register the dark mutter against your ear, “Hope you’re not tapping out yet, pretty girl. I haven’t even gotten out my paintbrushes yet.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - The yakuza boss

“Strip.”

Standing in the dimly lit room, red-hot irritation flashes behind your eyes as you bristle at the words falling out of his mouth - devastatingly handsome had it not been for that smug, leering smirk. 

Eyes half-lidded, long legs spread on that gaudy armchair, smoke falling from Sukuna’s lips as he stares at you intently. Eyes piercing through yours over his cigar. Demanding compliance. 

Your heart pounds in your chest as you rip your gaze from his, flitting panickedly between the imposing yakuza boss in front of you - all alluring tattoos, and heavy, gold rings - and the glinting pistol that lay silently on one, muscular thigh.

You can feel the heat of his gaze burning into your skin as your hands tremble, fumbling with those tedious buttons. Breathing heavy, nipples hardening - your top hits the floor. God, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into. 

Cursing your father’s debt, you move on to your pants. Desperately trying to avoid catching a glimpse of those blown-out pupils, something prickly and hot pooling in your stomach. Shit. You won’t start liking this - you refuse to start liking this. 

One by one, it falls away. Leaving you bare and completely exposed under Sukuna’s intense scrutiny. A low growl escapes his lips at the way your thighs clench together so sinfully, the sound sending shivers down your spine. 

“Come here, doll.” Low, raspy words that go straight to your cunt. But you steel yourself, heels clacking against the polished floor as you step closer. And closer. Watching the way he drinks in your naked form. 

But apparently too slow.

Before you can even react, a muscled arm reaches out, pulling you to fall into his waiting lap, straddling those toned hips. A jolt of electricity going through your body as you register the cold metal of the gun digging into your leg. 

Sukuna leans forward, the scent of tobacco and sin overwhelming your senses. “Dance f’me.”

Shit. How dare he talk to you this way - and how dare you let your pussy clench in anticipation at his demeaning tone.

Biting back a groan at the way your hardened nipples brush against his button-up, you tentatively roll your hips forward. A thrill going straight to your pussy as something long and thick presses against you. Involuntarily, you press closer, grinding against him. Hard.

Large, calloused hands find your ass. Squeezing roughly to pull you closer, rocking your hips back and forth on his throbbing erection. Back and forth back and forth back and-

Cool metal pressed against your skin - the barrel of his glinting gun pressed lightly against your forehead. Goosebumps erupt down your spine, painfully prickling at your skin as you realize just what the fuck he was doing. “As much as I love you humping me like a bitch in heat, doll. I asked you to dance f’me.” he murmurs, tone was positively dripping with something dark and dangerous.

Well, you think, gritting your teeth in determination. Might as well give the bastard what he asks for. 

Staring defiantly right into those darkened, intense eyes, you begin moving your body agonizingly slow. Hands tantalizingly tracing the outline of your body. Teasingly caressing the skin, sliding your fingers along your collarbone, down your rib cage, grazing your navel before slithering lower. Lower. 

Your soaked cunt forming a wet patch right on his straining erection. 

Sukuna’s eyes follow your every move - every circle of your hips down on his throbbing bulge. The corner of his mouth curving into a satisfied smile as he takes in the sight of you so sinful and shamefully exposed for him. 

The desire simmering beneath his composed exterior is basically palpable. 

And then, it snaps.

Suddenly, his arm snaps up, grabbing bruisingly at your waist. With a slow, deliberate motion, he takes a long drag of his cigar - blowing the smoke right in your face, the warm breath mingling with the heady air. 

Your surprised gasp is swallowed by his heated kiss, tongues wrestling as a hand digs into the tender skin of your neck. As if he owns you. 

Hips bucking wildly, and more frantically on Sukuna’s clothed cock - the expensive fabric of his pants now wet with your slick and his precum. You lose yourself in the moment.

But what you do register is the sharp unzipping of his pants. 

Snapping your eyes open, they meet with the large, leaking cock now pulsing in his hands, prominent veins glistening with precum that dribbles down his flushed head. Pulling away, you rip your gaze from his throbbing erection to look in his eyes - with what, fear? Anticipation? Both?

Sukuna lounges back on his armchair leisurely, relishing the way you watch - somewhat-awestruck - as his large hand begins moving in small, unhurried motions up and down his rock-hard length.

A harsh push of the barrel against your forehead snaps you out of your debauched reverie. “Didn’t tell ya to stop, did I, doll?” he hisses out, venomous and needy. 

The tension in the room is almost tangible, the air thick with lust and fear. As you watch the rhythmic jerks of Sukuna’s hand on his erect cock - up and down up and down up and- your body betrays you. 

Mind hazy with arousal, you place your hands on his shoulders, cunt clenching at the strong, defined muscle beneath your fingertips. You lean forward, lips meeting his in a desperate, desperate kiss. 

Pulling away, you reach for his heavy cock, wrapping your fingers around it, feeling it’s thickness and the heat. Sukuna lets out a low growl, eyes closing momentarily as you begin to stroke him in urgent, desperate tugs that have his hips bucking involuntarily.  

As you let him fuck your fist like his own personal fleshlight, you grind down against his thigh. Hard. His tight, twitching ball stimulating your clit just right as you get yourself off on Sukuna like a bitch in heat. 

Maybe it was the pure feral need in your hazy eyes - or maybe it was the way you lean your head into the gun pressing against your forehead - but Sukuna’s eyes widen, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. Only growing more amused by the second as you lean impossibly closer to take the cigar from his hand, placing it between your lips. 

Drawing deeply, inhaling the sweet, rich flavor of the tobacco. As you exhale, you deliberately blow the smoke into his face, the tendrils of vapor swirling around his beautiful features, mixing with the sweat and the scent of his cologne.

A deep bark of laughter makes Sukuna throw his head back - and you to clench around nothing on his lap. Hips becoming more and more animalistic against his. Your wrist now aching and wet with precum, becoming so, so sloppy trying to get both yourselves off. 

Sukuna wraps his arm around you, pulling you close, his hand cupping your breast possessively. The other surges back with the gun on your forehead - where it had been faltering from pleasure before. “Make us come within the next five seconds before I blow your head off, doll.”

One.

Your fingers tighten around his cock, milking him. Movements from both ends become more and more filthy with the need to release.

Two.

You cup his heavy balls in your hands, clit catching on his zipper and making you mewl at the stimulation.

Three.

A thumb pressing down between his balls, hard. Hips stuttering with your impending release, losing your mind with each stroke.

Four.

Sukuna body goes rigid, choking on what sounds like your name, bottom lip catching between his teeth as he throws his head back and-

Five.

Cums all over your fist, thick, hot spurts of seed that paint your hands white. Splattering on your palm, and onto the chair below. You not too far behind as your body bows into his, stars behind your eyes as you chase peak after peak grinding down on his lap. You shudder, release taking everything out of you until it’s nothing more than mere tingles. 

A finger on the trigger. Pulling. 

Click! 

As Sukuna’s maniacal laughter rings in the heady room, you blink away the haze of your orgasm as you realizing with a jolt that there were no fucking bullets. 

Yet this bastard shot you anyway.

Skin heated against yours, lips ghosting your ear as Sukuna whispers. Low and gravelly. 

“I don’t need a gun to kill, doll.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - The professor

“You see, I really, really need this A to pass, sir.” you bat your lashes innocently, slightly whiny yet not desperate - at least, not yet. 

Short skirt hiking up as you lean over the desk in Professor Gojo’s stuffy office. Making sure that tight top you purposefully wore lets those striking blue eyes see a perfect view of your breasts - no bra today, of course. 

Eyes flickering down. Once. Twice. 

Success. 

Yet, Professor Gojo’s easy grin stays steadfast, “Well, maybe you should have studied harder then, hm?” You’d almost be fooled by his little act, yet your eyes catch the way he subtly crosses his legs, something stirring in those alluring cerulean eyes as he looks up at you through his lashes.

Deciding to play along, huffing as you cross your arms across your chest, “I did, maybe you should just let me take on an assignment for extra credit.”

His eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows raising in question, “What kind of assignment?”

You bite your lips coyly, holding back a smirk at the way he makes it so easy for you. Reaching out immediately to trace a thumb across his full lips, leaning down far enough that your tits were basically spilling out of your top now. 

“The one where you fuck me, right here. Right now, on this desk.”

You could feel his pulse quickening against your hand, voice strained with need. “I should fail you right now for this.”

Brushing your lips against his earlobe, you whisper, “But you won’t, sir.”

Before you can react, in one, fluid motion strong arms lift you off the desk to splay you out so sinfully on it. You almost get whiplash from his pure strength, brought back only by the feeling of his muscular thighs warm against your ass. 

“If you want that A, then prove how badly you need it.” 

Your heart races as you nod, cheeks flaring with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. With a feral grin, you spread your legs apart, toying with that soaked g-string - exposing your bare pussy. Beads of slick pooling underneath you on the desk as the way Gojo’s eyes harden as you clench around nothing. 

You trail your hands enticingly down, down down. A delicate finger swiping at your folds, collecting your juices - popping right into your mouth. A smug huff of laughter leaves you at the way Gojo’s mouth drops into a surprised oh!

“You’re such a lil’ fucking minx, princess.”

You needed him now. 

Rubbing your thumb over your swollen clit, index finger bullying its way into your snug cunt the way you wanted Gojo to. You gasp, arching your back as waves of pleasure, “Oh, sir! Mmm- feel s’good inside me. Want more- hah-”

Pornographic whines of pleasure send blood rushing straight to Gojo’s cock. He was losing his mind at your little show. He was going insane.

“Your turn now.” you mewl, 

Your hungry gaze was locked with Gojo’s as he stands, removing his belt and unbuckling his pants. Your eyes follow the movement greedily, mouth watering at the impressive size of his erection. Leaking tip furiously flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Delicate beads of precum smearing on the frantic, jerky movements of his fist up and down and up and down and-

It’s a silent staredown. Your fingers matching the delicious rhythm of his fist, urgently fucking yourselves to each other. Trying to see who would break first. Up and down up and down - in and out in and out. Faster. 

“Didn’t think you were all talk, sir.”

That’s what makes the great Gojo Satoru break. Surging forward in hasty steps, your hands pinned to the cold surface of the desk, pussy now quivering in loneliness. 

Smack!

“Count to five, then I’ll give what you want. If you can’t even do that then I don’t think you deserve an A, princess.”

“O-one.” You whine at the harsh hand that smacks your ass, large handprint stinging into your searing skin. 

“This the hand?” Gojo whispers, voice ragged. Inspecting your hands before his tongue sticks out to lick a long, languid stripe up your fingers, pooling your juices on his tongue. Pretty blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as he licks your fingers clean so filthily. 

Electricity courses through your veins as his long fingers deftly rip off your flimsy g-string, pocketing it safely in his work pants. You have half the mind to snark about it before you register Gojo’s throbbing cock flush against your pussy, leaking tip teasing in between your dripping folds leisurely. 

Your slick mixing with his precum, trailing down down down his glistening length, pooling on where he tightly gripped his base - splattering onto the hardwood office floor with a deafening tap! tap! tap! that matched the heartbeat in your ears. 

“Beg for it, princess.”

“Hmmm, no.”

Smack! Smack! 

“Ah! Three! Hah- please, sir.”

You didn’t even know exactly what you were begging for - but you got exactly what you wanted. Breath catching in your throat at the way Gojo pushed into you with a raspy grunt, cock hot and heavy against your fluttering walls. 

His sheer size makes you feel like you’ll split apart any second now, but oh how you desperately wanted to be broken by him. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, Gojo began to thrust. Shallow, mindless strokes, each one just to drive his enormous cock deeper to fit into your snug, ravaged cunt. 

“Fuck me, please, sir. Need you feel me up insi-”

Smack! 

“...four.” you whisper, voice strained with need and frustration.

Ass sore, marks probably there for days. Your words catch pathetically in your throat as Gojo loses grip on his restraint - or his sanity - whichever one would break you first. Sheathing himself inside your dripping heaven till his heavy balls smacked your clit, your ass flush against the neat tufts of white at his pelvis. 

Wasting no time, Gojo starts up at an uncontrollable, merciless pace, every inch of him being forced all the way into your snug pussy. Your walls suck him up greedily as his prominent veins throb and graze just right on all your sweet spots. 

“This what you wanted, princess?” he rasps out, pace unwavering. “This is what you wanted, right? To be fucked like the pretty little slut that you are, huh?”

“Yes! Yes, please, sir.”

Each ramming of his cock drives you further and further up the cold desk, a pathetic little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth at each slam. Knees weakened by his relentless pounding, you didn’t know how you were gonna hold yourself up anymore-

Ah, but you didn’t have to. Gojo Satoru, ever the gentleman, wrapped a single, muscular arm under your hips, kneading the skin underneath his fingertips, fucking you deeper onto his cock as if you were his personal fucktoy.  

“Oh fuck! Hngh- sir, right there.” you yelp at the new angle, his furiously flushed tip kissing your cervix so painfully good, g-spot abused as he grazes it over and over. 

Smack!

“Ah, sir! Five-”

And then you’re cumming. Hips pushing back animalistically, fucking yourself through your high. Chasing peak after peak.

Boneless and exhausting, dripping cunt clamping down on him you mewl, “Fill me up inside, sir! Wanna feel it dripping down my legs.” At the sound of your voice, Gojo’s eyes rolled back, his features contorted in pure ecstasy as his cock twitches savagely inside you, finally letting himself release. Cum gushing out in thick, pulsating spurts.

Filling your abused pussy to the brim, coating your walls an obscene white. Gojo keeps fucking himself through it, milking even the last drops of his length on your cunt. Breaths ragged, hips animalistic, low murmurs of your name leaving his lips. 

And as his climax bates into nothing more but mere tingles, lust-hazed, tired ears catch the distant knocking from outside. Ah, right that appointment.

Blinking back the vision to his eyes, he looks down at you. All fucked-out, swollen lips pouty, and his cum dribbling enticingly down your thighs. Oh how he just wants to bite into you - or have half the mind to just send you out there like this to show all those college losers who you belong to. 

Or, he thinks, eyes twinkling as he looks down at the generously large space under his desk.

You catch his gaze, a dangerous glint in them as he maps every curve and dip of your body. Marked and so very obviously his. Your pretty lips falling into a soft oh! as you realize just what idea was forming behind those darkened blue eyes. 

“Come in.”

Before you know it, you’re shoved hastily under the desk, Gojo’s still-furiously flushed tip kissing your bruised lips as the door swings open. God, if every assignment was like this then you’d probably end up valedictorian…

A/N. Can’t believe this got me b@nned for like a hour bro pls.

Plagiarism not authorized. 

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Number 19 with Alhaitham as the lee please! Which ler, I’ll leave it up to you!

Tickletober day #19: Arms up!

Oh you know who the ler is 😏

BECAUSE THE WORLD (I) NEED MORE LER KAVEH MWAHAHAHAHA

Villain laugh aside, hope you enjoy :3

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Alhaitham x Kaveh (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Alhaitham

Ler: Kaveh

Warnings: Tickles!

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No matter how stoic or stuck in the mud someone may be, they will always have some sort of weakness, right? Well currently, Alhaitham was cursing up a storm, at least mentally. Kaveh got the grand idea to play a silly game with Alhaitham. Considering the architect would just annoy him further, the scribe went along with his scheme, but now he was really regretting that decision…

“Can’t you get this over with already?...” Alhaitham grumbled out through gritted teeth, his usual grumpy stare burning a hole trough Kaveh’s skull as the latter straddled his waist, while the scribe had been left with the simple instruction to keep his arms up.

“Hush, dear Alhaitham. You musn’t rush perfection~” the blonde responded with a teasing grin, his wiggling fingers hovering right over his roomate’s exposed armpits.

No matter how calm and cool Alhaitham tried to appear, Kaveh had learned to pick up on these small signs that he was getting under his skin. The way his jaw clenches, the small dropplet of sweat along his brow, those unpassionate eyes not daring to break eye contact, it was quite the image.

Why didn’t Alhaitham just lower his arm? It’s not like something is binding him down, but only Alhaitham himself could answer that question, although Kaveh probably has an idea why.

The scribe was as tense as a rock, not daring to even twitch a muscle. Afraid- no definitely not afraid, of what would Kaveh do. More specifically, when he’ll strike. How much longer can he just sit there taunting him like that with that stupid smile of his?!

Alhaitham’s thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle from the other. “Pfft! Alhaitham, your face is all red! I haven’t even done anything, not yet atleast~” he teased with a wink.

It was true, the younger male could feel the warmth radiating from his face. Curse those damn emotions for being so emotional, but can you blame him? Just the thought of those nails scribbling over his vulnerable spots… Gah! Stop it, Alhaitham! This inner monologue of yours is just making this situation even worse.

“Okay, I’m done waiting. I wanna hear you laugh now~” the blonde’s grin switched to a more evil one as his fingers finally dug into the sensitive skin under Alhaitham’s arms.

“AH!—“ the scribe let out a sharp gasp, his arms instantly shooting down as he did everything in his power to hold back the urge to laugh, but tensing so much only made his face redder. The poor guy even squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would somehow make the ticklish feeling magically disappear.

“Oh no! Looks like you dropped your arms” the architect spoke in mock disappointment. “I guess you leave me no choice…~” with that, he pinned Alhaitham’s arms above his head with one hand, while the other dug back into the exposed spot once more.

That’s when all hell went loose and the first cackle was heard. “HNGH! AHAHAHAHA! KAVEH Y-YOU‐ PFFTAHAHAHAHA!” he couldn’t curse at his roomate even if he wanted to, all Alhaitham could do was accept his ticklish fate. Not that it was a bad one, mind you…~

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[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Homecoming"

Hera's daddy issues, and lots of fanservice for TCW fans.

Oh hey, one of my husband's favorite episodes!

Three guesses as to why.

Yep it's because of the Quasar Fire-class cruiser-carrier.

Anyway, the need for such a thing is demonstrated right with this opening scene, with an ill-fated A-wing getting blown up as it tries to dock.

The A-wings get a raw deal in this show, seems like any time they need a fighter to blow up they do an A-wing.

:(

You know by now Hera's started to get to know the pilots under her command, so every loss is a little bit more personal now.

Kanan being silently supportive as Hera goes to call home.

Cham appears and cue TCW fans freaking out.

Not sure why we forwent the fanfare this episode, I don't think the circumstances are quite serious enough for it.

Kanan acting all cutely nervous to be meeting Hera's father kjhkjds.

And him getting everyone's names wrong lol, look at their faces. They're all just like, "Dad. Dad, that's not my name."

Numa introduced and though I have only seen the episode where she appears once I understand TCW fandom's base instinct to sob uncontrollably at how big she's gotten.

Cham being all, "NO I won't let you have this carrier I have to BLOW IT UP as a SYMBOL of RYLOTH RESISTANCE!" is absolutely annoying, Sato and Hera are saints for putting up with it.

I love the immediate cut to Ezra helping Hera tune Chopper up, implying he did his whole "follow you out of concern" routine and got invited to stay. :)

This is becoming a familiar sight isn't it? Ezra's role as heart of the team, peacemaker, counselor, and "bridge" is particularly emphasized this season. Not surprising, we collect most of our finale-important assets and allies this season.

Hngh that vulnerable little, "More important than family?" Fandom sometimes like to portray Mira and Ephraim as workaholics who had no time for Ezra between their broadcasts and resistance but this little line here, that Ezra would be so quietly horrified at the idea of rebellion being more important than one's own family, suggests otherwise.

Also! "Well, there's nothing more important to me." Throw that shade baby boy, love you for it.

Hhhmgngnll shut uuuuuuuuup Cham. When Ezra was preoccupied with concern over his homeworld he wasn't nearly so obnoxious. And, you know, actually accepted that other people and other worlds need help too.

Hera slipping back into her Rylothi accent when talking to her father. <3

Kanan implying his grandmaster Mace Windu talked to him about Clone Wars adventures. <3

Hera's absolutely sour sulk face. XD

This whole scene really, Gobi teasing Hera about "your Jedi", Kanan gushing about Cham, Hera cutting her father off with the doors twice.

It has all the vibes of "surly adult daughter reluctantly visiting estranged home to show off the grandkids and being annoyed that husband and dad get along so well".

Kanan's fake accent here is kind of amazing.

Hera's devotion to authenticity dislodges and reveals the supply of grenades in Numa's sack. Honestly, Cham reminds me a little bit of Saw with how obsessive he is about his own personal cause. He and Saw are both fighting for a good reason, true, but their attachments--Cham to Ryloth's freedom in particular, Saw to being right about the Death Star stopping the Empire from inflicting more loss at all costs--have blinded them, made them single-minded and selfish, hostile to others and uncaring about their plight.

Ezra, on the other hand, though he's always very worried for his world, his people, still is able to put them aside in order to do things for the wider cause, still able to access his compassion for people outside of his immediate circle.

(This would take a brief backslide in Season 3 after Malachor but come back with internal character development at the beginning of Season 4.)

Lol I knew as soon as that mouse droid got trapped that it would be used later.

Synchronized Force Push FTW.

And I love this moment where they throw each other forward, it's so awesome. Been a while since we've heard the Main Titles theme used to denote heroism too.

Ezra bouncing excitedly once he pulls off the Mind Trick, like Kanan knew he could aww.

Hera's double-take lol.

"I must destroy this ship for Ryloth!" Oh take a chill pill.

This is another case of, "Wow, that's a fast turnaround." but it's way less egregious than Ketsu's turn, since there are multiple other voices chiming in in support of Hera after her speech and all Cham does is take a step back and let Hera have the floor, he doesn't actually help until later.

Sounds like a muted version of the TIE Fighter Attack track here.

Right, so, this moment is touching and all but pulling harder on the yoke wouldn't actually do anything, this is orbit not atmosphere.

Imperial theme here, and then a snippet of "Shenanigans".

Ezra has an idea! Bet Sabine loves it because it involves blowing stuff up lol.

Love the teamwork here with this moment.

Eyyyyy everyone wins! The Rebels get the carrier, Cham gets his symbolic firey ship explosion of justice, way to go Ezra, that was a good idea, nice "bridging".

Hugs! <3

An almost Stargate-esque cue here (no surprise, Kiner worked on Stargate SG-1) which... it's not Hera's theme I don't think, at least I can't find another occurrence in "Wings of the Master". Cham's maybe? It definitely sounds like a leitmotif.

Aaaaaand a nice moneyshot of our spacefamily.

Another quality Hera-focused episode, expanding on her backstory without contradicting what we already knew. (Which I've already talked about was a bit of a problem with Sabine and "Blood Sisters".) Hera doesn't really develop much but then, again, she never really needed to. Still nice to see her reconcile with her father.

Another variation on the Friendship Fetch Quest--though Cham reappears later he's not a crucial asset to the finale like the other allies we gain this season, and once more the most important gain this episode is a ship. That Quasar carrier is going become a familiar marker and staple of the Phoenix Cell and we're going to get very used to seeing it in establishing shots... which makes the great big hero moment in "Zero Hour" it gets hurt a LOT more.

Honestly it's worth watching just for how seamlessly synchronized Kanan and Ezra are getting in combat. :)

[elysianslove]

I'll see your haikyu prettiest moans and raise you jjk prettiest moans

fuck yes. i love u anon

THE BOYS/GIRLS WITH THE PRETTIEST MOANS — jjk edition  

at number six we have gojō satoru, and i feel like i have to include him because i just know this mf moans like a pornstar. he’s more of breathless pants and a quiet gasp that turns into a loud moan, especially when he cums. his gasps and pants, when he’s fucking you, are always a little higher pitched, but i think he sounds the prettiest when he’s being sucked off. because when he’s fucking, he likes to tease, a lot, and you don’t get to hear him unless he can’t manage any more words because the pleasure’s too overwhelming. but when it comes to sucking dick, he’s gorgeous. lots of hums of pleasure and approval, his mouth opening slightly, lips parting and jaw slackening as you take more and more of him, and then he just sighs. it’s so pretty how he sounds so vulnerable then, little, rapid gasps and shocked moans. 

for number five we have kugisaki nobara. god, she literally squeals. any time you touch her, in any way, she’s already whining and gasping and moaning. especially when you use your mouth and your fingers on her. she always sounds so desperate, like she’s about to cry, and it doesn’t quieten down or lessen in any way. if she’s riding you, she’ll bounce on your lap harsher while grabbing and squeezing her tits just so her yells will hiccup and echo. it’s almost a rhythm that’s created, where she’ll bounce and cry and moan and then settle and grind down her hips, humming and whining. if you’re scissoring, and she’s on top, she’ll bite down on your leg to muffle her moans but they do nothing to stop them. if she’s bottoming while scissoring, she’s as loud as ever, as always, and she always has this dewy, pouty look to her when she feels just a little too good, almost like she’s been fucked stupid. 

for number four we have mahito. hear me out. he is. very pretty. tell me he wouldn’t sound it too. he’ll also be extremely loud, very flamboyant like that. he’s unafraid to scream out, “oh!” whenever he feels too good, but i think his moans are very controlled, and for that reason, teasing. like he knows what he’s doing. like if you’re sucking him off, he’ll hum and whine and moan so loud it’ll almost sound fake, and say things like, “you make me feel so good,” and, “god, right there.” his grunts are high pitched and so pretty it’s ridiculous. when he’s fucking you, he giggles a lot, and grabs your face, hovering his lips right above yours and then moaning. ridiculous i told you. he also just throws his head back and has his moans drag out like, “o-o-oh, y-yes, yes.” all is good though, because fucking mahito means both an ego boost and entertainment. 

number three is itadori yuuji’s spot. even though i think he’s more of a grunter and deep groaner, i also think yuuji would be the type to whine and gasp pleadingly a lot. like it’s not that he leans into a submissive role more, yuuji’s just plain out a switch tbh, but no he just always sounds desperate even if he’s in full control. even if you’re the one tied up or whichever, he’s gonna be fucking into you and urgently whining out, “please, please, please,” by your ear. yuuji’s very loud too, unabashedly, shamelessly loud. when you’re sucking him off? he loses all inhibitions. the neighbors hate him. just such loud gasps, moans through gritted teeth, desperate, high pitched whines. he’s huge on praise too so i think a lot of his moans, while he’s fucking you, would be laced with hiccuping praises, like, “feel— hngh, feel so good, baby,” and “mmph, love your pretty, tight hole, mm— fuck.”

number two belongs to zenin mai. and listen! i agree that she would be a really, really good dom. TW, but gun play okay??? but listen. listen. sub mai. sub mai, and her sweet, little sounds. you touch her softly and she’s gone. her lips are tight and pressed together, and her brows furrowed, eyes pleading and desperately as she muffles her mewls and moans. until you sink your fingers into her cunt and her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open into a loud gasp like, “hah, hngh,” before it quietens into a low, “fuck.” she’s the quietest out of everyone i mentioned, but it’s so gorgeous, especially when it’s right by your ear. like you lift yourself to hover above her as you finger her, and she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you close and burying her face in your neck and she gasps and moans tight lipped and pants against your skin you could cum from just listening to her. 

you already know who’s at the top. you already know. number one’s is for fushiguro megumi and no one else. pretty boy whines, gasps, huffs, pants, moans, all of the above, and it is the most beautiful thing you will ever hear. he’s also relatively quiet, and you have to get real close to hearing him, but that’s only at the start. he gets pretty loud when he’s close to cumming, just shocked yells and desperate cries, like he’s holding back, maybe even holding back tears. it’s already gorgeous listening to him from afar, like when you’re sucking him off or when he sends you the occasional nutting video, but when he’s fucking you missionary, with your legs wrapped around his waist, and he nips at your ear and moans directly by your ear it makes you shiver. he also, at the start, used to be really shy about it, and you could hear that shyness in the tentativeness and caution of his moans. but when he realized their effect on you, he doesn’t hold back anymore. and the fact that it’s all natural too, and he genuinely doesn’t force a single moan out? it’s literally how he feels being vocalized and it’s always some throaty whine or moan and the way he looks too dhjgfgsfgs 

before i go on for too long about just megumi, hope you guys enjoyed this one as much as the haikyuu one mwah <3

[kiyoomichan]

SAKUSA.PEGGING.PEGGING SAKUSA. and edging him and then overstim him 😼😼 fem dom we r flourishing TODAY. and i love u!!

i love u too anon🥺

SAKUSA X FEMDOM!SO + PEGGING

A/N: all characters are strictly 18+.

warnings: humiliation, degradation, spanking, hole-slapping, femdom, slight dumbification

this is so dirty i’m sorry in advance

it’s late one evening when kiyoomi gets home from practice. you’re sitting on the couch as he comes through the door, and can tell he’s stressed out just by looking at him; his shoulders wound tight and his eyebrow twitching

you figure it’s probably because of something atsumu did to piss him off, and omi is like a firecracker when he’s upset, so you wait to let him come to you and go back to scrolling through your twitter feed

you’re surprised when he comes over to you, curling up next to you on the sectional and laying his head on your shoulder. you can smell the gym brand shampoo on his curls, and the hint of aftershave and cologne on his neck

“not now,” you think to yourself, trying not to let his scent arouse you. he’s upset and you want to comfort him, not gross him out

“bad day?” you ask, already knowing the answer. he mumbles a quiet “yes,” the sound muffled by his face in your shoulder.

a large hand comes down to rest on your leg, his thumb rubbing circles into your inner thigh in an attempt to self soothe, not realizing he was inadvertently making you more wet by the minute

“wanna talk about it, baby?” you ask again, reaching up to pet his damp hair. he whimpers into your shoulder, snuggling his face deeper into the crook of your neck

he pushes himself closer to you, seeking comfort. you feel lucky that you get to be the one to see this side of kiyoomi—his usual stoic facade crumbling as soon as he lets himself be held by you. it took you a long time to get to this point, to crack his walls—and you couldn’t be more happy that he let you

“do you need me to take care of you, hmm, kiyoomi? a lil’ TLC?” you chuckle, twisting your neck to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“please,” he whispers, so faint that you can barely hear it. “need you.”

your breath hitches at his words as you slowly start to piece together what he wants—you should’ve known, really—the neediness in his voice, the clinging, touchy-feeliness of his actions up til now.

you’d only done it a few times before, on these rare occasions when kiyoomi needs you to take him apart and put him back together again

“of course, doll,” you say, moving to get up before you’re interrupted by a hand gripping your wrist. “don’t leave,” he says, sounding very small and not like himself at all

“shh,” you soothe, turning around a bit. “i’ll be right back, ok? i just need to get our toys.”

you watch as he bites his lip and lets go, albeit reluctantly

you smile at him and hurry to the box in the nightstand, grabbing your strap, latex gloves, lube, cockring, and vibrator

by the time you get back, he’s laid himself out on the couch, chest heaving with anticipation as you walk towards him.

you crouch down beside him and look into his eyes lovingly.

“do you want to prep yourself? or d’you want me to do it for you?”

he flushes and throws an arm over his eyes, turning his face away from your gaze

“...you, please.”

you waste no time getting to work, crawling up to where his legs rest on the couch

“m’gonna take these off, okay?” you say, slowly tugging at the waist and of his athletic shorts and briefs. he says nothing as you pull them off at the same time, and shivers at the cool air against his half-hard cock

“so cute,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “hold your legs up for me, baby.”

he obeys, moving so that his legs are spread and pressed to his chest, letting his most intimate parts be exposed to your eyes

“so pretty, love,” you smile, glancing at his embarrassed expression. “so clean and beautiful, all mine, hm?”

he squeezes his eyes shut, holding back a moan as you slip on the gloves and lube up your fingers, pouring a bit extra down his perineum and the cleft of his ass.

“a—ah!” kiyoomi yelps as two of your fingers sink into his hole, starting to scissor in and out of him.

you steadily increase the pace as you go, adding a third finger and watching in amusement as he nearly screams when you find his sweet spot.

“you feeling good, baby boy?” you tease, watching the slightest bit of drool trickle down his chin, giving a particularly rough thrust of your fingers against his prostate

“h-hngh!” kiyoomi moans, moving his hands from where they’re hooked under his knees to grasp at the fabric of the couch

“please, please, please...” he trails off, looking at you with hazy eyes

“shh, honey, i’ve got you.”

you slip your gloved fingers out of his hole, and he whines at the empty feeling

you grab the vibrator and ring—and you watch his blissed out, needy expression turn into one of panic

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” you hush him as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “you’ll feel so much better after, i promise.”

his muscled chest heaves as you pump his cock a few times, carefully slipping the pink silicone ring over his length

you cut him off by flicking on the hitachi to its lowest setting, slowly running it over the underside of his aching cock

kiyoomi watches you slip your harness on, fixing the mini bullet against your clit and hooking the dildo on. you crawl over to hover above him, and run a gentle hand down his cheek

“(y/n), i—“

his hips buck at the vibrations against his groin, rocking up into the toy while simultaneously trying to get away from it

“oh, oh, oh, oh—” he cries as you increase the power, moving the wand from his balls to the flushed head of his cock, where pearly white beads of cum begin to drip down his length

“such a good boy,” you whisper as the volume of his moans heightens. “such a good boy, kiyoomi.”

his cheeks are flushed strawberry with embarrassment at being so vulnerable

“miss, please,” he whines as the vibrations of the toy torment his senses. “please, i need....”

“what do you need, sweetheart?”

kiyoomi bites his lip and groans in frustration at having to admit to something so filthy

“c’mon, love, you can do it. don’t be shy, it’s just me and you,” you smile sweetly, teasing him.

he’s panting now, curls sticking to his forehead, covered in a fullbody flush. you’re so close to breaking him.

“don’t you wanna be a good boy, kiyo? or do i have to punish you, hmm?”

his eyes widen at the thought—but he’s too slow to answer, instead mumbling and stuttering, and before he knows it, he’s been thrown over your lap, bottom in the air.

“no, no, no, no—please don’t, please—”

“shhh, honey—you were a bad boy, so now you need to be taught a lesson, yeah? bad boys get spankings.”

his neck lurches up as your hand rubs over the swell of his ass, then coming down with a harsh slap. his face is red and he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“count for me, darling.”

“o—one!” he shouts, screaming numbers every time you land a blow. you can’t see his face, but you can tell there’s tears streaming down his cheeks.

“it’s okay, baby, just a little more.”

you spread him open, and he whines when he feels the cool air hit his hole. he tries to squirm away from your grasp, embarrassed at being so exposed.

“stop it,” you say sternly. “i think you need to be punished here, too. how does that sound, hm?”

he doesn’t have time to speak before you’re using three fingers to slap his most sensitive part—his yelps sounding like music to your ears.

you’re able to feel him rutting his pathetic cock against your thigh, smearing cum all over your skin. “you’re so naughty, baby,” you chastise. “you came just from me slapping your stupid little hole?”

“kiyoomi, i asked you a question. are you going to answer or do i need to give you another spanking?”

he shakes his head furiously. “y—yes, i did, i came from miss slapping my hole,”

you smile and card your fingers through his silky locks

“does baby want me to fuck him now?”

“yes, please, please fuck me—“ he cries, so uncharacteristically but so sweet all the same.

“shhh, love. i’ve got you.”

his toes curl in anticipation as you lube up the strap, your expression lewd and domineering.

kiyoomi moves into position, face down, ass up. he knows exactly how you want him.

“‘s okay, babydoll, i’m gonna take real good care of you, i promise.” 

you slap the silicone head of your strap against his already puffy hole a few times, laughing when he all but screams your name.

“d-don’t tease,” he huffs.

you smile slyly, and thrust the entire length in to the hilt. he cries out, tossing his head back just enough for you to grab him by his curls.

“is that what you wanted, sweetheart? you wanna be fucked like a little slut, huh? you’re so needy for me, so tight and wet. i bet you’d love it if everyone could see you all weak and pathetic like this, huh?”

“no, no!” he cries, fingers clutching at the sheets. “only...only miss can see me like this.”

“is that right, angel?” you grunt, abusing that spot inside him with your repeated thrusts.

kiyoomi whines so prettily as you pound him into the mattress, cock weeping and dripping onto the bed. your hand comes up to stroke his length ever so lightly, drawing out more cries from him.

“does baby wanna cum? wanna spill himself all over mistress’s sheets like a stupid little boy?”

you can tell he’s fighting your words in his mind—he’s not stupid, but he does want to cum.

“yes! yes, please, please let me cum, please let me, miss—i’ve been so good, please—”

you reward him with a flick of your wrist, twisting over his flushed, aching cock just how he likes, spurts of cum shooting to cover your hands and his chest.

kiyoomi’s shoulders shake and tremble as he comes down from his high, and you hold him through it, gently pulling out and taking your hand away from his dick. he shudders at the loss as you help him lay down.

he shuts his eyes for a few seconds, chest heaving. you lean over him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“shh, kiyo,” you soothe, petting the sweaty curls off his forehead. “you did so good for me, honey.”

“would you like to go get cleaned up now?”

he mumbles something akin to a yes, and you help him walk to the bathroom, a protective hand on his waist the whole way.

you allow him to soak in the bath while you wash off in the adjacent shower. he’s near falling asleep, a sated sleepy expression on his face.

you finish up, wrapping a towel around yourself and padding over to help him out of the water.

back in the bedroom, you dress him gently, pulling his briefs and an oversized shirt on him.

you stand in front of your shared bed for a moment, his large hands coming down to hold your waist.

kiyoomi is so soft after a scene, a side of himself he rarely lets others see. you’re thankful he’s allowed you to be one of the lucky few.

“i love you,” he says, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

your hand comes up to play with his freshly washed hair, fingers tangling in the curls and running down his neck.

“and i you, sweets.”

[ravixen]

Idk if your request are open or not, but can I ask for a Werewolf!95line reaction to their mate being pregnant? Thank you in advance 🙏

svt + mate being pregnant

➔ reaction || werewolf!au || requested || hyung / 95 line

➔ warnings: pregnancy || notes: yes, my ask box is open! i put it in my description, but maybe i should reword it :) and hngh, i go feral for werewolf!svt. this is kinda vague pregnancy reactions with a sprinkle of au! details. also disclaimer - i say werewolf, but they're more like shapeshifters

SEUNGCHEOL: you suspect you've broken him. he sits there after you tell him - jaw slack, eyes vacant, hands lying face up on his lap. “is this for real, sweetheart?” he finally asks. when you nod, he sweeps you up in the biggest hug. he is so smug about it, and while he won’t mention it all the time, the way he looks at you like you’re his light, his love, his world has the boys all fake gagging. being with the pack leader means he’s protective of you. after all, you’re an ideal target - vulnerable and close to someone as important as him means rival packs go for you first. knowing that you’re pregnant? bump his protectiveness up to an eleven. has some kind of guard detail on you at all times, either himself or two of the members (one to protect you, one to fight). hovers constantly, checking if you need anything because the experience of carrying a werewolf is not fun at all. if you ask, he’ll curl around you in wolf form and snuggle against your tummy.

JEONGHAN: will bring it up constantly to his members. updates everyone on every little thing, and they're so tired of it because "jeonghan, you said the same thing yesterday." they don't blame him, though - it's super exciting news, and they're all really so happy for you. when jeonghan talks about your reveal, he swears he didn't cry, but that is a lie. mans cried like an absolute baby, pressing his face against your stomach and tightening his arms around you. every time you thought he'd calmed down, he looked at your face and burst into tears again. still, you promised to keep your lips sealed about the truth, so you sit back as he talks to his friends, smiling to yourself. tries to get out of various duties so he can spend more time with you, which you protest against. you're fine and you will be fine. but even though he doesn't like to argue with you, this is something he refuses to budge on. "baby, let me take care of you," he whispers into your skin.

JOSHUA: knew about it before you did tbh. your smell shifted minutely, and the only reason he noticed was because he was around you constantly at the time. he waited for you to find out and make your own decision - he didn't want to rush you into anything you're not ready for. despite his good intentions, there was one wrench in his plan that he didn't consider: his awful acting skills. pretends to be shocked when you tell him. unfortunately, it didn't come across like that to you. you were expecting excitement, maybe a little crying, but a flat "wow, what a surprise!" is a little...disappointing, to say the least. he notices the way your face falls and is quick to give you reassuring kisses because "no, no, no, love, i'm so happy, you don't understand." the hardest thing to cope with is probably the cravings and your shifting diet. the amount of red meat you start eating concerns people who don't know, but joshua smiles and draws attention away from you each time.

[sergeantsporks]

Do You Want the Knife You Left in My Back, or Can I Keep It?

Rating: Teen and up, Gen

An injured Hunter wanders into Hexside. What was Luz supposed to do, just let him bleed out on the floor?

Ch 3/5: Fevered Dreams

Ch 1, Ch 2

Ao3

Eda stalked through the living room, glancing at her unwanted guest as she passed the couch. He’d fallen asleep on his stomach, his face turned to the side. She had to admit, he was pretty cute when he wasn’t being an annoying brat. He looked so… vulnerable. And small, wow, he was small. He inhaled and exhaled in little puffs, his brow furrowed like he was busy chasing down wild witches in his dreams.

Eda shook herself. “Whoa, there, owl lady,” she told herself, “He’s Belos’ stooge. You are absolutely not allowed to like him in the slightest. Nope. That’s Luz’s little pity project. He’d arrest you in a second.”

She caught King as he attempted to make a flying leap onto Hunter’s back. “Nu-uh, what do you think you’re doing?”

“He called me a rat. Therefore, he is now my personal heated beanbag. Lemme go.”

“King, you can’t jump on top of him, you’ll hurt him.”

“Yeah? Why do you care all of a sudden, Miss I’m-going-to-tackle-him-to-the-ground?”

Eda set King on the ground. “The sooner he heals, the sooner he’s out of here. Besides, I think the kid’s been through enough. Leave him be.”

“I think you’re going soft.”

“I am not! Shoo! Go find someone else to bother!”

King scrambled off, and Eda shook her head, glancing down at Hunter. He’d started to shiver, and she shook her head, tracking down a blanket and draping it over him. King was right. She was going soft.

Xxx

Luz made shushing noises at Gus and Willow as they approached the owl house. “You gotta be quiet, Viney said he needs to rest!”

“You have the Golden Guard in your house!” Willow yelped, “I am not going to be quiet!”

Luz pushed the door open. “Okay, okay.”

Gus and Willow stampeded in. “Awwww, he’s asleep!” Willow murmured.

“’Bout time,” Luz grumbled, “I was starting to wonder if he even ever slept without getting knocked out.”

Gus poked Hunter’s face. “Whoa. I still can’t believe you’ve got the golden guard sleeping on your couch.”

“Hey, don’t poke him, you might wake him up!” Luz looked down at Hunter. Something… wasn’t right, here. His breaths were coming in short pants, and his face was flushed, despite the fact that he was shivering under a blanket. She felt his forehead, and winced. “EEEEEEDAAAAAAA!” she called, pounding up the stairs. She should have known that something was off by the fact that he hadn’t woken up—he didn’t exactly seem like the type who’d be a sound sleeper.

“He’s your pet, you clean up his messes,” Eda responded from where she was rearranging the bedding in her nest, “You promised he’d be your responsibility.”

Luz grabbed her arm. “I know, I know, I know I promised, but he’s sick, Eda!”

“Sick? What do you mean, like a mold?”

“I don’t know, he’s got a really bad fever, and he didn’t wake up when Gus poked him—” Luz felt tears spring to her eyes. “Did I do something wrong? Does he have medicine he’s supposed to take or he gets sick?”

Eda sighed and clambered out of her nest. “Alright, alright, I’ll go check on your pet project. Don’t panic.”

They traipsed down the stairs, and Eda glanced down at Hunter. “Boy, he really does never relax, huh? Even when he’s asleep. Alright, what do we have here?” Fever, not waking up—I think he’s just sick, Luz, everyone gets sick. Just keep him warm, keep him hydrated, there’s not much else you can do but wait it out.”

“But Eda, he got stabbed!”

“Hmmm, you’re right, could be an infection. You should probably call up your healer friend to check, then.”

Luz raced towards the door. “Going! Gus, Willow, you coming?”

They nodded and followed her, but when Luz opened the door… something was wrong with Hooty. He was looking off into the distance, eyes glazed over, and he didn’t even notice them.

“Hooty? Hooty!”

Kikimora stepped out. “Hand over the Golden Guard, and no one needs to get hurt.”

Luz whipped out a set of glyphs. “I’m never going to give him to you. Put Hooty back to normal!”

“Well, as normal as he gets,” Willow amended.

“I won’t ask again. The Golden Guard belongs at his coven. And you are keeping him prisoner. Emperor Belos will not let you go twice, especially not after you kidnapped one of his own. Release him to me.”

“I’m not keeping him prisoner, I’m keeping him safe! From you!”

“What could he have to fear from me? I’m his coven-member.”

“Fat chance. I know you tried to kill him, twice.” Luz slammed an ice glyph down on the ground, and a spike shot out, stopping just inches from Kikimora’s face. “Leave. Now.”

Kikimora glanced at the spike, unflinching. “I will be back. And I can get past your house demon, remember that. It’s only a matter of time before the Golden Guard is mine.”

“I said, leave!”

“Very well. Tell me one thing, though; is the guard well?”

Luz froze. She knew, didn’t she? Hunter had said he’d seen a projection of her—maybe she should have taken him a little bit more seriously.

Kikimora snickered and turned to go. “I’ll be waiting out here for you and your friends, human. Never forget that.”

She disappeared into the trees, and Luz whirled around, storming back inside and slamming the door shut. “She won’t let us get help,” she growled, “She’s going to stand out there, and if she doesn’t get Hunter, the fever will!”

Eda shook her head. “You don’t know that. It’s just a fever, Luz.”

“But he’s hurt, and he’s lost a lot of blood, and I know fevers usually aren’t a big deal, but what if this one is?!”

“Okay, so what are you going to do about it?”

Luz sat down next to Hunter with a whump. “I…” Lil Rascal hopped up on her lap, chirping anxiously. She scratched the palisman’s head. “We need a healer. We just don’t know enough about what’s going on.”

“Yeah, but Kikimora’s out there,” Willow reminded her, “She’s not going to just let us go get one.”

Luz looked down at Hunter. He was still shivering, still sweating, and the heat radiating off of him was strong enough that she could feel it even without touching him. He needed a doctor, or medicine. Now. “Gus, Willow, I know it’s a lot to ask. You don’t know Hunter, and… I can’t expect you to drop everything to help him. And if you say no—”

“We say yes,” Gus interrupted her.

“Even if we don’t know Hunter, you’re still our friend, Luz,” Willow agreed, “We’ll help.”

“Okay. I’m going to go confront Kikimora. I’ll distract her, keep her busy, so you two can go get Viney, or another healer.” Luz turned to Eda. “I’ll be careful, I promise. No unnecessary risks, I won’t lose control, no matter what she says or does. I know I said I’d take care of him by myself, and I know you don’t like him. But… can you please keep an eye on him?”

Eda sighed. “Yeah, okay. I’ll take care of him.”

Luz set Lil Rascal on her shoulder. “Okay, you guys ready?”

“Ready.”

Luz threw open the door. “That demon is going down.”

Xxx

Eda sat next to Hunter, gently shaking his shoulder. “C’mon, wake up, kid, we need to get you somewhere more defendable than the couch. There’s a crazy demon out there screaming for your head.

His eyes opened just a bit, bright from the fever. “…Lilith? What’re you…”

Eda snorted. “You mistake me for my sister again and I leave you out for Kikimora. C’mon, we’re gonna get you upstairs.” His eyes slid shut again, and she shook him again, ignoring his whine of pain. “Hey, stick with me, here, I don’t know if I can carry you.”

“Dddddon’t wanna,” he mumbled, snuggling further into the couch.

Eda sighed. Oh, she was going to hate herself for this. “Golden Guard,” she snapped, doing her best impression of her sister, “the emperor requires your presence. Now.”

If he’d been a little more coherent, it probably wouldn’t have worked. But as it was, he blearily opened his eyes, grabbing her arm with a hot little hand. “Wait… ’m… coming…”

Eda helped him off of the couch, one of his arms around her shoulder. “Alright. That’s it, here we go.”

“Hnnnnghh…” Hunter whimpered as she half-carried him up the stairs, shivering, his little body burning hot against her.

“Okay, almost there.”

He collapsed with a whine when they got to the top. “Don’t… tell him… I can… I can do it… Just… a…”

Oh, okay. Ouch. That hurt. Eda scooped him up, trying her best to avoid putting pressure on his wound. “Emperor changed his mind, he said you can take a break.”

He clutched her shoulder, huffing. “No, I can—I can—don’t switch me, I can—”

“Hey—whoa, calm down. You’re not getting replaced, Belos just decided that mission actually needed to be done next week, not today, so… you’re good!”

He relaxed. “Wanna… go… bed…”

“Yeah, okay. Okay, kid.” Eda carried him into Luz’s room, setting him down gently on her sleeping roll. He whined again and yelped.

“Ah, right—” Eda turned him over so he wasn’t on his back anymore and draped blankets on top of him. “Sorry, kid.” She peered out the window. She didn’t see any disturbance—hopefully that just meant Luz hadn’t found Kikimora yet, not that Kikimora had already won. “What’s everyone putting up such a fuss about? You’re just some kid, what did you do that made Kikimora so determined to kill you?

He predictably didn’t answer, and Eda sighed, sitting back down next to him. “Belos really did a number on you, didn’t he?”

Hunter squeezed his eyes shut tighter, turning onto his side and curling up into a ball, still panting like a dog.

“Ooo, that can’t be good for your back.” Eda stood up. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

She went back down the stairs towards the kitchen. “Ahh, look at me. Being all… motherly. And to the enemy. Luz really did a number on me, huh?”

Xxx

“Golden guaaaaard. Golden guard, wake up.”

Hunter didn’t want to open his eyes. His head felt like it had been wrapped in cotton, and breathing was hard, and he was just going to lie here forever. Yes. That sounded good.

“Lazy brat.”

Hunter cracked his eyes open just a bit at that. “Hngh?”

A Kikimora illusion appeared in front of him, Luz behind her, wrapped in glowing magical bonds. “I caught your little human friend. Come on out before I burn the owl house down to get to you.”

Hunter struggled to get up, but a wave of dizziness swept over him, and he fell back down. “Hnk—I—”

“Pathetic. Truly. If the emperor could see you right now, I wouldn’t have to worry about him favoring you again. Come find me, or I’ll kill the human and then come for you.”

The image fizzled out, and Hunter’s head thumped back down to the pillow, spinning. He needed to get out of here—Kikimora would kill Luz whether he came or not, but if he could just get the drop on her… yes. This would work. He was a sitting duck here, but if he could get to Kikimora first… He struggled up to his feet, and made it, inch by painful inch, to the window.

“’m coming,” he mumbled, “Jusssst… hang on…”

Xxx

Eda swirled the content of her potion around in its bottle. Painkiller, if she’d done it right. She might not know how exactly to help Hunter, but she could do this, at least. She pushed open the door to Luz’s room, kneeling next to the pile of blankets.

“Hey, Hun—” as she nudged the pile of blankets, she realized that they were too flat. She whirled around to see the open window. “Oh, no. No, no, no!” she checked under the blankets just in case, but her fears were correct.

Hunter was gone.

Xxx

Luz stepped back on the path to the owl house, shaking her head. Willow and Gus had made it safely out, and she hadn’t seen a single sign of Kikimora. Maybe that should make her suspicious, but mostly she was relieved that Gus and Willow would be able to find Viney.

That relief immediately vanished when Eda came swooping down from the sky towards her. “Luuuuuz!”

“Eda?! I thought you were staying at the house with Hunter!”

Eda landed and folded her wings with a whoosh. “I was, but Luz, I left him alone for, like, ten minutes to make a painkiller potion, and when I got back, he was gone!”

Panic swept over Luz. “Gone?! How?! He couldn’t even move when I left!”

“Yeah, I know, and he was pretty solidly out of it when I left him, but when I came back up, the window was open, and I didn’t see him anywhere!”

“He climbed out of a window?!” Luz ran a hand through her hair. “But why would he do that, there’s no…oh. Oh, no!”

“What? What is it?!”

“Hunter had been seeing Kikimora—I never saw her, but she might have been using illusion magic to communicate with him!”

“What could she have possibly said that would get that boy up?! He’s a mess, he couldn’t even make it up the stairs!”

“I don’t know, but we have to find him!”

“Luz, I hate to say it, but you don’t think that he… left to go with her? Back to the coven?”

“No WAY, Eda, he definitely wouldn’t go back with Kikimora—they hate each other. Wherever he is, she’s looking for him, too. We have to find him before she does.”

Ch. 4

[sector-i-closed]

Caught

Requested by anon

Model au + photographer!Hongjoong

Mingi x Reader x Yunho

Warning: Exhibitionism, anal fingering, double penetration, orgasm denial but reader comes, spanking one time

The day at work was not favoring you well in the slightest.

Already you had unwittingly succeeded in getting into a cat fight with a fellow model and your skin was also a mess after a breakout of acne littered your face and created chaos for the makeup artists who fussed over your appearance.

You were extra anxious today and wished that you could relax, trying to find comfort that the steroid that was used to control the inflammation of your acne that your dermatologist tried to console you but the best they could do was prescribe the steroid for you.

"Focus, focus on the camera, Y/N!" Hongjoong barked out, knowing that he could get a better face from you as he remained behind the camera lens, snapping away.

You were struggling to zone into autopilot, which was where you functioned the best for both photoshoots and fashion shows.

Part of the reason why you were more distracted then usual was this particular shoot required you to be partly exposed for the fashion spread of the upcoming issue of the magazine that you modeled for most of the time, though what made it awkward was that you were paired with two fully dressed male models that made you feel smaller than you really were and the attractiveness of the pair was enough to unnerve you, let alone the humiliation of being exposed and posing with them was enough for fire to rush directly to your face and awaken every cell of your body.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" The male model that you had came to know as Mingi spoke near your ear, his low voice prompting you to involuntarily shudder beneath the other male model known as Yunho's fingertips where his large hands held your waist.

"I'm- I'm fine... Just camera nerves..." You bit down hard on your lower lip, hating how you trembled at the effects of the male's that surrounded you.

"You've got this sweetheart. We all do..." Yunho encouraged as he tried to convince himself that everything would be alright as everyone moved their forms in front of the camera.

You wanted to sob in frustration, feeling a sense of arousal in your system and you chided yourself for feeling such a strong, intoxicating sensation around your coworkers.

"Hongjoong, it's time to go lunch!" The fashion coordinator who was named Yeosang called out to the photographer.

"I'm not leaving until I'm finished with my subjects." Hongjoong muttered sternly at the fashion coordinator.

"You'll leave if I bring Seonghwa to get your ass taken care of! Your fatigue is showing and to put it mildly you look like shit because it's apparent that you're not sleeping." Yeosang folded his arms across his chest and you watched the scene unfold before you with your coworkers.

"Don't bring my boyfriend into this!" Hongjoong scowled, "And this is what happens during fashion week.

Pack fashion shows to photograph into your schedule and the ad campaigns for the following season and that equals little sleep but I'm not complaining about it." Hongjoong shrugged, returning his attention to you, Yunho and Mingi.

"But it still doesn't give you the right to burn yourself out. I'm calling Seonghwa so he can get you to at least eat something." Yeosang threatened, visibly worrying for his friend.

"Alright fine! Fuck it! I'll go for lunch and come back to my project." Hongjoong growled irritation while the fashion coordinator smirked in response to the photographer leaving quickly.

Yeosang followed after him and other personnel left, leaving you and the two male models alone.

"Should we go?" Mingi voiced his question to Yunho as he took notice in your extremely flustered appearance.

"We don't have to! I brought my own lunch! I would love to share it if you two are interested!" Yunho replied cheerfully.

You groaned quietly at your own state of undress, promptly plodding to the bed that was being used as a prop for the photoshoot.

"I'm good..." You replied, bringing the sheets to your chest and lying down on your stomach.

"I'm willing to share!" Yunho pouted, whacking your ass playfully with his hand. A far more erotic sound then you intended to release drifted from your lips and immediately you froze in place, regretting your vocalization immediately.

"Uhm..." Your eyes were wide with fright as you looked up at Yunho who looked equally as alarmed as you did.

"Shit... That sounded so hot." Mingi quirked an eyebrow at you as he carefully drew closer to you, supporting himself by leaning against a bedpost and proceeding to gaze down at you from where he stood.

"I'm- I'm..." You stuttered out, feeling embarrassed by your vocalized actions as lust involuntarily clouded your vision. Mingi immediately recognized the look in your eyes, leading him to move closer to you as he gauged your reaction.

"'m pathetic..." You mumbled under your breath, clinging to the sheets as you desperately tried to reel yourself in from losing yourself to the feelings that ran rampant in your body, fighting an inner war with yourself regarding weather you wanted him to get closer to you or for him to stay as far away from you as possible when he was eyeing you so dangerously.

"You've done well to resist this long. It's up to you baby if you want to continue resisting or taste what you're wanting to experience." Mingi touched your back with a firm touch, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned out loud without attempting to restrain it this time.

"She's so needy for us. I wonder how she got this way!" Yunho cooed while touching the other side of your back.

"She was squirming at the way that your crotch would occasionally brush against her backside and her body was so hot..." Mingi's hand languidly moved along the warmth of your skin, sensing the smoothness of your flesh beneath his fingertips.

"Hngh...~ p-please...~?" You whined, drawing a blank as to what you were begging for. Arousal freely seeped from between your legs and the intense craving to be filled was overwhelming your sensibility to preserve your dignity.

"I'm not going to do anything unless you tell me what it is that you want." Mingi smirked as he stopped his hand at the small of your back, feeling goosebumps form beneath his hand.

"W-want to be f-filled up..." You moaned out reluctantly, turning onto your back to seductively gaze up at the two males that stood above you.

"Filled up by whom?" Mingi was enjoying dragging it out, even with the risk of the staff returning to the photo studio was adding to the excitement of the moment. You looked at Yunho then at Mingi, "Both."

~~~~~~~

"Come here, doll." Mingi beckoned to you from where he lied down on the bed, his pants down to his ankles as his feet rested flat on the floor.

You had stripped off your jeans and was now fully naked and you felt little inhibition in the present moment as you sauntered over to Mingi and straddled him.

Heat flooded your body when you sensed Yunho moving up behind you, "You're beautiful as you are in every way imaginable." Yunho murmurs softly and reached between your legs to pet your pussy, gathering your slick on his fingers and moving on to massage your perineum and then your anal entrance with slow circles that gradually gained confidence with each desperate mewl that you uttered while on top of Mingi.

"Just like that, babygirl." Mingi growled as he cupped the back of your head with his hand and pulled you in for an aggressive kiss, easily blurring your consciousness as his tongue invaded your parted lips with a needy ferocity that left you weak in the knees as he brought you down on his hard cock with his free hand.

You whimpered vulnerably from the firm intrusion of his cock pushing inside of your dripping pussy, feeling pleased from how well he stretched you with his girth.

Yunho was groaning from the feeling of your entrance greedily sucking his fingers deeper inside of your ass.

"So good and tight. I wonder if anyone has ever done this to you before?" Yunho asked curiously, withdrawing his fingers from your stretched entrance and shortly afterwards replacing his fingers with his cock.

"A-ah~" You whimpered, being unable to speak because of the pleasurable sensation of Yunho stretching your ass with his length.

"Shit I can feel you, Yun! So tight for us, princess." Mingi groaned as he sucked amarking at your sensitive pulse point.

"I can feel you too, it's amazing! Her ass is perfect, taking my cock so well." Yunho slammed his hips into your body, following the same rhythm as Mingi had set which was a rough impatient one.

Sweet, sexual wails left your lips as you closed your eyes from the overwhelming bliss of your body being filled by cock and used for pleasure.

Your eyes slid shut as you felt your orgasm approaching after several moments of being stimulated beyond your wildest expectations and Mingi's cock was twitching erratically with each thrust that was growing sloppier and sloppier beneath your body.

His moans mixed with your high pitched cries and Yunho's erratic breaths as he gripped your hips and chased his climax.

"C-can I cum pl-please~?" You begged, uncertain as to who was responsible for giving you the go ahead as you helplessly took the pounding that both of their cocks were giving you.

"No, let's get back to work. You three can play later~" Hongjoong's amused tone froze the male models in their tracks and you felt your orgasm rip through you at that moment, the humiliation of being caught pushed you over the edge and both Mingi and Yunho were astounded just as much as the photographer was.

"F-fuck..." You whimpered as you shakily removed yourself from the males.

"You may rest a moment to calm yourself, Y/N. Then we're back to work." Hongjoong nonchalantly remarks as he converses with another staff member who seemed to be shaken by walking in on the three of you.

"Can we continue this later?" Mingi asks near your ear as he held you to comfort you after your unexpected climax.

"S-sure..." You smiled at him weakly and giggled when Yunho nuzzled into you.

"I'm glad! I wasn't ready to say goodbye!"

Tagging @yunhoes-twancings-nsfw and @hanatiny my lovely people I love you sm 💖💘💓

[jangmi-latte]

❝ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 ❞

➻ content: in celebration of leona’s birthday, i give you... red wine..

➻ warnings: nsfw, seduction

➻ comments: damn, the amount of daydreaming i did just to think of this plus going back and forth the twst and owari no seraph fandom was not easy i was simping for ferid and guren ma’am/sir. this had me...HAH--

“Twenty-one and counting, my prince..”

You swirled your wine glass, the ruby red liquid swishing along with the movement of the glass. Your teeth bit on the rim, your sharp, sultry eyes looked at your fiancé who merely hummed in response while he sat on the hanging chair that was hooked on the ceiling of the balcony. It has been quite warm in the Afterglow Savannah. Leona was just wearing one of his silk robes. His chest glistened under the soft light of the setting sun, highlighting his features gorgeously.

It made you drool and crave for him. For his touches, for his rough yet soothing and warm touches to grip and mark your soft skin.

You sighed, taking a small sip of your expensive wine before placing it on the tray on your bedside table. Scooting off the bed as the blanket that wrapped around your body fell to the ground. Your dark red lingerie hugged your curves perfectly, your hips swaying as you sauntered over to the man the never fails to make your panties wet with just his mere presence.

The second prince has always been attractive.

“Leona,” you hummed, your knees sitting on both sides of his thighs as you sat on his lap. His hair was tied up in a messy bun, his emerald eyes laid closed from your view, and soft breaths left his thin lips. You pouted. Does he really want to spend his birthday sleeping? 

Like you’re going to let that happen.

You leaned forward, your hands laid on his chest as your lips pressed against his jaw. The lion subconsciously moved his head to the side, his throat vibrating as he grunted lowly. “What are you doing?” he asked, opening an eye halfway.

You giggled quietly. “Oh nothing...” you teased as you continued to grace your lips across his skin. Inhaling his masculine scent, your hand trailing up to the side of his neck, you pulled him closer to your mouth. Leona simply hummed as his hands made their way towards your ass. He gripped them under his long fingers.

“If you’re trying to seduce me, you need to try harder, kitten,” he challenged, smirking. You grinned and sat up, both hands now on his broad shoulders. “I won’t back down, you know.” you licked your lips. Your fingers undid the ribbon that held his hair up, letting it drape down unto his shoulder. You racked your hand through his hair before leaning in until your noses barely graze each other.

“I’m getting impatient,” he growled, his hands pushing your ass to grind against his semi-hard cock that’s evident through his pants. You laughed lightly. “My, my. My prince is rushing,” you said. “It’s your birthday. Let me do the work,” you purred. 

You leaned forward, tilting your head as your lips connected with his. Drowning each other with warm breaths with the soft sounds of birds chirping bounced through both your ears. The sun was dying at the back as you felt the delight of helplessness. The sudden swift of intensity on Leona’s lips has left you gasping for...more. To let yourself be swallowed by desire that left you dizzy and gripping on your man.

“Whimpering, now are you baby girl?” Leona purred against your lips, his teeth catching on your bottom lip, lightly tugging on it. You huffed and licked his lips. “I wasn’t,” you denied, grinding your hips on his pelvis. You untied his robe, letting it hang on his arms, before laying your lips back on his neck. Sucking on his skin, akin to leave a mark. The prince was prideful indeed. He was merely chuckling and humming as his hand swiftly went under you, rubbing your clit in one motion. You moaned, his hand stayed motionless and yet pressed firmly on your pearl.

“Not funny...” You bit down on the skin on his collarbone.

“I wasn’t playing nice.”

You pulled away, seeing as you had made dark red hickeys on his neck, smirking and breathing out a chuckle. “Mine,” you breathed out and bit your lower lip. Leona’s other hand held your jaw and pulled your face to look at him. The lust that clouded his eyes mirrored yours. Beautiful green, snake-like eyes making your body weak. The hand on your cunt began to move again. Your hips dry humping his hand as you panted. Like a lion in heat.

Your panties left ripped on the floor.

“Since it is my day today.” Leona pretended to look deep in thought before using his teeth to pull down your bra. “How about you be a good girl, and obey? No demanding, no moving,” It did not sound like a request.

It was an order.

You had to let your pride down. You were aching for his touch. To fuck you relentlessly, to scream his name, to make you tired and aching the next day. It was always the fight of dominance between the two of you when it comes to sex. Were you going to submit?

Fuck yes.

“Do what you want,” you panted. “Ruin me all you want. I’m all yours.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his deep husky voice making your panties wetter than they should be.. 

He pulled you up, making you stand on your knees before he began to unbuckle his pants. His cock sprang out tall, dripping with precum, red, and begging to be buried deep in your tight walls.

You looked down at his cock and let out a long moan. “Please,” you begged, your hand gripping and pupping his hard-on slowly. “I want you.”

Leona stuck his tongue out mockingly, he spoke, “Not yet.”

You whined. Your hand moving to pump his cock faster. You couldn’t bury yourself without his permission just yet. The temptation to ride him was getting stronger. Your pussy clenched and dripped for him. You gripped your breast, Leona latching on your nipples, sucking on them till they’re red. “Leona!” you cried out and pumped his cock faster.

“What’s stopping you from fucking yourself, baby girl?” he chuckled, sucking on the skin next to your nips that sent shivers up your spine. Oh fuck. How fast you were to sink yourself down on his cock. Your dripping walls tightened and swallowed him so greedily and deliciously. The breathless moan you let out, the arch of your back, and the drool the dripped from your lips was enough to make Leona laugh. The pride of him being the cause of you being such a slut.

Only for him.

Quickly, he held your hips. Not letting you move and continue to bounce yourself on his hips. You whined and tried to push your hips up, yet his rough and strong grip left you still. The prince arched an eyebrow, the never-fading smirk makes you want to bite it away. He let out a throaty moan as his lips stayed shut. “Warm. Might as well fall asleep like this.”

“Leona!” you begged. “Leona please let me mov—...hngh!” you moaned once you felt his fingers pinching on your clit. Rubbing it in between his fingers while you shivered and gasped at the shock the electrocuted up your spine. “Ah..ah..f-fuc— leona..oh!” came your noises.

Leona sat back and enjoyed your lewd noises, your slutty face as you were devoured by pleasure. Your pussy was tight, he was holding himself back from fucking you. He wanted to enjoy seeing you so vulnerable.

His fingers continued to tease your clit. His thumb rubbing up and down, squelching wet noises was heard between the two of you. You were getting wetter. So dripping wet. It was quite pink and hard, were you close?

“L-Leona fuck...I’m cumming...” you panted as your hips jolted as he increased the pressure. It was so close, the wave was coming, it was about to pop, to hit. You were so close to your orgasm, to that small release you so desperately wanted to have.

Only until you didn’t feel pleasure on your pussy anymore.

“Ah ah ah,” Leona placed his thumb into your mouth, you greedily sucked on it as he came close to your face. “Focus on me.” Your half-lidded eyes stared into his. Not knowing he has pulled his hips back before ramming into you.

You squirted.

“Fuck!” you screamed as your juices drenched the both of you. The relief, the sweet relief you had received. It wasn’t enough. You wanted more. More of his cock, his thrusts. You wanted— needed to hear him moan. You aren’t satisfied. You can still feel his cock harden even more inside you.

“Ride me, baby girl. Fuck yourself on my cock. Scream all you want. Don’t stop till I have blinded you with only me.”

Happy Birthday, Leona Kingscholar.

[vaguely-concerned]

R-r-r-rewatch thoughts for The Mandalorian S2 Ep2

(or Chapter 10 as they seem resolved to call it)

- can I just express my joy for a moment that in one episode we get peli, the answer to my pleas for female representation in the ‘sketchy middle aged car mechanic’ niche, and a female alien designed with no consideration towards sexiness. (I mean I’m sure there’s someone. There is always someone somewhere on the Internet, is the bitter truth history has shown to us. but it’s not the intention behind the design haha)  

- they do take great pains to deliberately show you boba’s armour several times both in the recap and in the episode itself, so never despair he is very likely still on his way onto our screens once more

- this dude holding the baby hostage wanting specifically the jetpack in exchange is the one (1) break this whole episode gave din lol 

also the Patented Mando Finger Curl of Stress while he talked softly and calmly to not promp this asshole to make a sudden move... the most endearing character tic, I love my space cowboy dad so much 

- fun continuity detail: din is all out of whistling birds now, and you can see it here!

I wonder if he could still use the same mechanism with different ‘ammo’, it’s just not as effective? from the way the armorer spoke whistling birds seem quite rare and it would be an inefficient use of beskar if that’s the only thing it can be loaded with

 - I love how after the last episode, a 50 min epic with a bunch of original trilogy significance and impressive technical achievements and exciting character reveals, I was like ‘yeah okay I suppose that is quite interesting’, and this mess/comedy of inconveniences is the thing that fully makes my brain tip into the obsessive ‘BABY AND DAD SHOW!! BABY AND DAD SHOW!!!!!’ mind state lol

- ah the traditional ‘mando trudging slowly but steadily through the desert’ montage we all love to see (I hope this is going to be a Thing for the second episode of every season from now on) 

Also I assume his suit has some sort of temperature regulation built in and that’s how he didn’t, y’know. die under the blazing desert sun

-

CAT FIGHT CAT FIGHT man I love the jawa. also mando doesn’t even glance over at them, really emphasizing how he’s like. done with this entire day (and it’s all barely even getting started din! i’m sorry)

 yodito’s look in this scene tho... he’s like ‘we’ve Seen some shit lady’ (actually I think he’s staring at ‘dr mandible’ like O___o. it’s been a long day for a lil boy) 

you get to see dr mandible’s cards a few times, so I assume anyone who knows the rules of... sabacc? probably? could figure out beforehand that he was in a bad spot. (the star wars fanbase is one of those where I KNOW the rules exist somewhere, and I know people who know those rules exist too)  

- that sound the baby keeps making -- the ‘boo-a’, sometimes with a p-sound at the end -- if that’s the precursor to him saying any variation whatsoever of ‘dad’ or ‘papa’ or ‘baba’ or even ‘buir’ or anything, I will die. I will sink to the ground in a heap and never get up (the way he keeps seeking out gaze contact with the helmet and seems perfectly satisfied with it too... fasdhfaskdjhl my FEELINGS)

- it seems confirmed in this ep that the mandos who died on nevarro did so while holding off the enemy so the rest(probably especially the children) could get away; some of them appear to have escaped. which I guess is a small relief

- 

frog lady stepping out of the shadows and into our hearts

I like that her firm nod after Peli translates ‘her husband has seen them’ lets us know she understands... basic? is that the common tongue thing in star wars there’s just so many to remember across fandoms lol? perfectly well, even if she can’t speak it. 

- mando might be running low on ammo for the pulse rifle, if the fact that he hasn’t replaced the missing cartridge on his... bandolier belt thingy is any indication

ETA: actually ignore me this has been a thing since the literal first episode of the show my brain just had a hiccup lol

- so baby seems to use a little bit of the force to pull the eggs towards him -- I wonder how often he ‘taps into it’ or if it’s always ‘on’ in the background for him. if so I guess there’s no wonder he’s so hungry (but also... kid you can’t end this lady’s entire family line like that one cat who singlehandedly made extinct a whole species of bird! D:)

- din so rarely gets openly angry, he just gets passive aggressive and grumpy. and that’s probably not the healthiest way to deal with things but I love him

- frog lady reacts so strongly to when din sends the ping when nothing else woke her up, I wonder if she can hear more frequencies than a human

- 

hello darkness my old frieeennnddd

- 

proof nr 1508 that din does not starve this baby you guys, he even has his own little tray just the right size for him! as it happens the baby simply seems to prefer eating things that are... still alive in some capacity. which, uh. maybe they can invest in some form of non-sentient crickets or something for him to hunt down and.... oh dear

- 

Look how they massacred my boy

By the way I finally managed to put into words why the Razor Crest -- and particularly the way it keeps getting beaten to hell and back and patched up again --  is so symbolically important and meaningful to me in this show in this post over here! it’s always a great relief to me when I can finally understand what the hell I’ve been going on about all this time and this was one of those lol

-  honestly if it weren’t for frog lady and (more importantly) the baby I think there’s a slight chance din would’ve gone ‘well I had a good-ish run of it for a while there’ and just let the ice claim him haha   

- “Why don’t you come over here and give me a hand. Make yourself useful” This is the one time in the episode I think he crosses the line into just being a dick for a moment (but noticeably the baby isn’t just a little hurt at this reaction, he’s clearly surprised and confused, which means this really does not happen often. after the time mando’s been having recently I guess a moment’s snappishness is understandable haha. he does follow up right after with being much more responsive and attentive when the baby toddles away from him, so it feels like it’s going to be okay)

also the ‘boo-ap’ sound is there again when he’s trying to get din’s attention. just sayin’ 

when din comes over to see the footprints baby makes a declarative little meep like ‘see??? I did tell you!’ haha

- it is very funny that mando is using all his technology meant to track down dangerous bounties in the grungy depths of the criminal underworld... to find a naked lady just chillin’ in a hot spring 

- 

cue the ‘father is evil?’ memes fsadfda. actually the funniest thing about this moment (apart from the fabulous finger acting) is that din actually snatches a few eggs out of the baby’s reach more subtly right before, and that baby only whines for ALL OF ONE SECOND before he goes to sniff around for other food possibilities fkadfhjkds. from my experience with human children he’s a lot less prone to tantrums. yodito doesn’t get mad, he gets even 

- baby running towards din through the hatching spiderlings like ‘DAD I FUCKED UUUUUUP’, din’s little strangled ‘ngh’ sound as he picks the baby up and watches all the creepy crawlies come out... *chef kiss* impeccable 

(that little ‘ngh’ and the soft shocked ‘ah ah AH!’s from when he goes flying at the beginning of the episode... pedro pascal and his voice work for this character gives me so much life. in some ways din has this sort of dignity and grace and in other ways he uh extremely doesn’t. he gets to be cool but also vulnerable in ways a lot of male main characters don’t and it’s probably why I love him so much) 

btw here is that moment when din moves to hold the baby tightly against him with both hands as the big spider appears, because it gets me right in the heart... it such an instinctive thing of holding on to the dearest thing you’ve got before something bad is about to happen

fdsafhsdakjlfhsdkjlhfsdajhf oh my god the baby is clutching din’s finger with his little hand during the chase!!!! 😭😭😭

this FUCKING SHOW has just WEAPONIZED putting in small details everywhere to convey the love and tenderness and attachment felt by a little muppet doll even where only weirdos like me will frame by frame their way through the video to see it I am so MAD

- frog lady going ‘fuck this’ and bounding along is  e v e r y t h i n g 

- din is an amazing shot, though, he doesn’t seem to miss a single one in this whole scene (then again there’s something to shoot at basically everywhere one can take aim so lol)

-

baby hiding behind/half hugging din’s boot as he tries to get the doors closed hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can’t breathhhhheeeee 

honestly every single one of the baby’s proximity seeking behaviours in this ep has me on my knees 

- it’s very unfair to play the heroic happy mando music like everything is going to be fine and then have a huge fuck-off spider drop down from the ceiling and break it off mid-tune, the mandalorian, you have trained me in certain ways and now do you betray me??? how can I trust again

- the camera work in the scene with the new republic guys gives such a good sense of the discomfort of being judged from on high by someone or something you can’t really see -- the glare of the lights blocking out everything in the shots from din’s pov makes it feel like a tense interrogation (the new republic dude who is actually dave filoni has such a look of fondness as he watches din tho it’s kind of sweet)

- ...oh no I think baby was actually considering munching on that dismembered spider leg YODITO NO JUST EAT YOUR KRAYT DRAGON BABY

- hngh this is a weird filler episode and it has my entire heart. I suspect we might get some episodes of a more stationary baby between active ones like this -- you can tell a little bit in this episode that especially having him running around fast is quite difficult to have look natural, they likely save that effort up for when it best serves the narrative  

[astoria00]

Crimson Calling

Summary: When Cinder's and Ruby's powers clashed they both winded up in a rather different version of Remnant than the one they were used to. Now they both try to find their way back on their own, asking help in familiar places with...questionable consequences.

Pairing: Salem x Cinder

Genre: Angst; kinda dark

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Non-Con; Dub-Con, Manipulation

[Small one shot series; Cinder/Ruby in later chapters; noncon/dubcon for first one shot]

This world was certainly strange.

Cinder had no other words to describe it. As similar as everything appeared…it was not the Remnant she knew. The one she learned to fear and despise.

Especially Salem gave her some…really mixed signals.

Of course she wouldn’t dare to insinuate that she had the literal goddess of hate incarnate all figured out, but…there was a subtle…difference in her behavior.

And they all seemed to involve her for some reason.

Lingering touches, incredibly gentle smiles…last night Salem had even dined with her. It had been strange and ridiculously awkward, but also quite enjoyable.

There had been a time where her Salem had treated her quite the same way, earning Cinder that accursed title of the favorite, and yet it was easily explained by the fact that she had been a child back then.

Not that Salem didn’t still hold her to some higher standards most of the time…but she since had abandoned overly sentimental displays of emotion and respected her boundaries.

Cinder sighed and leaned a bit heavier against the inner wall of the chimney.

Whenever she felt unruly and unsettled the urge to retreat to a safe spot became so overpowering that she had given up fighting it.

So far it seemed to work.

Salem left her alone whenever she hid herself in here and she was glad to find out it was the same in this world as well.

She needed to think…to clear her head.

This world’s Salem had promised to help her return to her own version of Remnant.

There was nothing to worry about.

If someone was able to pull that feat off it was her.

Salem is obsessed with me.

Rubbing her temples Cinder tried to blank out what her otherworldly self had told her.

She didn’t know anything!

Traveling with the likes of those bandits and Ruby Rose.

Running away from Salem, from her ensured way to power?

What a laughable version of herself.

Not even a maiden…

‘How pathetic.’

Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

Thinking about this was ridiculous!

Salem had always valued talent and a certain drive for reaching one’s full potential.

Her…rather strong interest could be easily explained by never having truly gotten to know her Cinder…seeing as that one was a spineless coward, so how could Salem not try to treat her in a fairly affectionate manner?

Still…she really wanted to get back home again.

“Do you enjoy being in this place, Cinder?

I have seen you…visiting that spot for quite a few days now.”

Startled, Cinder peered up out of the fireplace.

Of course this Salem would find her just as soon as she had stopped thinking about her.

Oh well.

“Just a habit of mine I cannot seem to get rid of”, she answered pleasantly, hoping to hide her uneasiness.

“No need to discomfort yourself on my behalf.”

‘Dammit!’

The master of grimm smiled amused, inclining her head amicably.

“May I sit with you?”

‘Sit…‘

With her…inside a chimney?

This question felt more than a little strange to her.

The maiden couldn’t help but have a…bad feeling about this.

But this was Salem they were talking about.

How could she refuse her master?

“Of course, but…it is not really the most spacious place…”

“I don’t mind”, came the prompt answer, as Salem ducked inside the fireplace, sitting across from Cinder, as the girl backed away somewhat, trying to put some form of distance between them.

Crimson eyes settled on her almost teasingly.

“Are you nervous, Cinder?”

As much as she wanted to deny it…she knew it wasn’t in her best interest to lie to the older woman, other world or not.

“Yes, naturally being this close to someone in such minimal space is bound to make me a tad…unsettled.”

She could see that Salem approved of her choice of words by that pleased smile of hers that flitted over her features.

“I enjoy your honesty.

But you are correct. It is rather…cramped inside this chimney.

Which begs the question…what are you hiding from?”  

‘What?!’

Jumping to her feet heatedly, Cinder stated vehemently:

“I’m not hiding from anybody!”, bumping her head against the hard stone roof, she winced from the pain and slumped down again rather unceremoniously, rubbing over the sore spot.

Chuckling quietly, Salem shook her head in amusement.

“You are a terrible liar, Cinder.”

Have you lied to me?!

A dreadful feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, as she hurriedly replied, almost stumbling over her words:

“I am not a liar! I-”

Cinder trailed off, taking a deep breath to calm herself down, before continuing in a far more controlled way,

“Frankly I believe this topic might be a bit too…private for me, so I would like to stop talking about it now.”

On second thought, maybe she shouldn’t have revealed that part after all.

She…didn’t quite like the gleam that had entered Salem’s eyes.

And she especially didn’t appreciate her leaning in far too close for comfort just to ask:

“How private?”

Alarm bells began to ring in Cinder’s ears, as she tried to backpedal somewhat, fighting the impulse to flinch away and huddle in the corner.

“Too private to discuss it with a stranger.”

A dark look crossed Salem’s features, but it was gone so soon that Cinder couldn’t be sure if she hadn’t just imagined it.

“A stranger you say…”, the older woman pondered over her words, a very sweet note to her tone,

“But aren’t I far more to you than that?”

That…was oddly specific.

“Yes, but-”, the maiden admitted begrudgingly, trying to process the truth behind those words, only to be interrupted, by her master tugging her a bit closer, forcing her to stare into these blood red orbs.

“And wasn’t it you who basically invited me to sit and share this place with you?”

‘…huh?’

Was that how it happened?

She wasn’t sure.

Their close proximity caused her head to spin

“I…”

Salem embraced her completely, just like she had done countless times since the maiden had gotten here, lowering her voice to nothing but a whisper.

“Does that not mean you trust me?

That you feel safe in my presence?”

It all felt so strange and yet…so familiar.

“I…do…”

Had her voice always sounded like that?

“But of course I won’t pry.”

Salem’s hands ghosted over her shoulders, giving her an ominous smile.

“Whatever happened…whoever dared to lay their hands on you, I will destroy them!

Even in this world if I have to.

Do you know why, Cinder?”

No, she didn’t, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

There was this…sickening feeling inside her gut, a mix of disgust and…anticipation, when Salem gently lifted her head some more.

“Because my love for you knows no limit…or boundaries.”

And with that she bridged the remaining distance and captured Cinder’s lips.

The alarm bells that had rung inside the maiden’s head abruptly stopped, as the sensation registered within her brain, rendering it utterly useless.

Salem seemed to take her response rather positive, smiling into the kiss, deepening it slightly, letting her hands run through Cinder’s unruly hair, causing the girl to twitch involuntarily.

It…didn’t feel entirely unpleasant.

The warmth that began to rise inside her…the tingling spreading through her body…

‘What’s…happening to me?’

Cinder had never felt like this before.

So…entranced…so…

‘Violated!’

A wave of nausea washed over her, as disgust crept up on her, settling in the pit of her stomach. She tried to back away, to break the kiss, to press herself against the wall behind her and just push Salem away, but she was unable to move.

‘Please stop!’

As if her prayers were being answered, Salem pulled away with a satisfied hum, licking her lips in such a sensual way that her stomach flipped.

Why was she reacting like this?

This was her mentor, her mother even!

She was sick even thinking about her that way and yet…she felt strangely aroused by her.

‘Wrong…this is so wrong!’

Peering into these crimson eyes that seemed to want to devour her, the maiden shuddered noticeably.

She felt trapped, like prey in front of its predator.

“Please…”

Her voice sounded strangled and unnatural, even to her own ears.

So vulnerable and…insecure.

Salem’s expression softened, tugging Cinder closer, before pressing a long finger to her lips gently.

“Shh, let me love you, Cinder.”

‘…love?’

Was that what this was supposed to be?

Did that mean she could just…refuse it?

“I-”

The rest of her words were immediately swallowed by Salem kissing her again with even more vigor, eliciting a sudden gasp from her in the process.

A moment the master of grimm didn’t let slip by.

Quick wittedly she slipped her tongue inside the dark haired girl’s mouth, the contact making Cinder jolt backwards, hitting the wall with her back in the process.

Salem loosened the hold she had on her, using them to balance herself, as she decided to trap the maiden further using the weight of her body, causing the girl to squirm and struggle against her grasp. Her kiss became even more fiery, as she tried to tempt the girl into reciprocating her motions, letting her tongue tease Cinder’s.

“Hngh.”

A soft whimper tore itself from Cinder’s throat.

‘Feels…’

Odd, wet, strange, weird, overwhelming.

‘…nice…’

It…felt nice?

Her struggles slowed, as her mind was being swarmed by pictures.

Pictures of her and Salem…in bed…entirely naked…entangled into the throws of passion.

Cinder’s stomach churned unpleasantly, but she couldn’t help the heat that pooled in between her legs, feeling her resistance ebb off, as she slowly began to kiss the older woman back, her hands loosely trailing over her shoulders.

Humming at her compliance, Salem drew back, sitting back across from Cinder beckoning her over.

The pictures made the dark haired girl woozy.

She couldn’t help but be lured onto the older woman’s lap.

She didn’t want it to stop and the pull was too strong.

Why had she even wanted to stop in the first place?

Huddling close to her, she initiated a short passionate kiss herself, feeling Salem’s skilled pale hands roaming over her back. The maiden subconsciously followed the touch, as those hands slipped underneath her top, running slow circles along her shoulder blades.

Every nerve inside her seemed to be on fire, when the older woman leaned forward gently nibbling on her ear. Her hot breath causing pleasant tingles to run down her spine.

“Do you feel it?”

Salem’s husky low tone only turned her on further, her breathing having become just as heavy as hers.

“Yes”, Cinder managed to wheeze out, welcoming the slow caresses.

Something…odd was starting to poke against her stomach, but she paid it no mind, helping Salem instead to get rid of her top.

There was such a…need inside her. She wanted the pictures to finally become reality.

How could she have ever thought this wasn’t right?

The master of grimm needed to love her, only then would the fire extinguish.

…but why did she still feel so nauseated by the whole ordeal?

As soon as her top was gone and thrown carelessly aside, Salem mustered her with unmasked hunger in her eyes, leaning in once more to trail a line of kisses down the maiden’s feverish skin. She made her way from Cinder’s neck down towards her collarbone, her soft lips burning on her flesh, as her fingers came into contact with her naked breasts, causing the girl to yelp and trying to shift away from her.

“Don’t fight it, girl.”

The maiden was unable to truly focus on Salem’s words, but her tone let another shudder run through her body, arching her back into the older woman’s touch.

“Hangh!!!”

Cinder’s chest was on fire.

The soft tongue running over her erect nipple caused her to buck her hips forward, tearing a strangled moan from her, as she brushed the kind of hard bulge along the older woman’s lower abdomen.

“Hmmm.”

Salem practically purred at the contact, pulling Cinder closer against it, while rocking upwards.

“Wha-hangh, what’s-?”

‘What is that?’

She wanted to know what brushed against her core over and over again.

It felt so good!

“Shh, Cinder.”

But Salem’s words where almost contradicted by how impatiently she began to pull at the maiden’s shorts, while rocking her hips even harder.

Not that Cinder complained.

She wanted the older woman to finally give her the release she so craved.

Her pants felt so incredibly tight and the friction wasn’t nearly enough.

A new picture flashed through her mind, bringing with it the promise of even greater pleasure yet to come. Of something buried deep inside her. The most intimate connection they could have.

And oh how she wanted it.

“Please, I-hah-…I need-!!!”

Salem sucked harshly at Cinder’s sensitive nipple, making her cry out.

“…You’re right…let’s make love together.

We have both waited for so long.”

‘Finally!’

Lifting her hips to assist the older woman to pull down her shorts and underwear, she breathed harshly, her nerves burning, as all she could think about was what was about to come.

Salem trailed her long fingers along her inner thighs, leaning forward to press a kiss against her damp folds, eliciting another sweet moan from the dark haired girl.

This was beginning to feel like torture.

Cinder could feel her slick juices running down her legs, as her master rubbed teasingly over her clit.

“AHNgh, pl…please…I…hngh…I need you to…aah love me!!!”

Salem chuckled quietly.

“Gods, you are so ready for me.”

One of her hands disappeared from her thigh, fiddling with something Cinder couldn’t see in her half way standing position, when the older woman’s other hand tugged her down onto her lap again, colliding with something hot and pulsing against her entrance.

Yes, this was it.

This was how they would become one!

Following Salem’s guidance she felt the hot member parting her folds, gliding inside without much resistance…until it hit a barrier.

It was in that moment that her master’s other hand joined the one on her hips and began pulling her down…and pleasure was replaced with pain, causing Cinder to tense up, squeezing around the pulsing length.

Salem didn’t let up, a long drawn out moan escaping her lips.

“Ahh, you are so tight, Firefly!”

…

Fire…

‘FIREFLY!!!’

It was as if Cinder had been doused with a bucket of ice cold water, as the reality of what she was about to do hit her full front.

Just…how…?

Memories flashed through her inner eye.

The time Salem read her stories, taught her to fight, hugged her when she was upset, praised her, scolded her…

Pressed her against the wall of the fireplace, kissed her without consent, was currently somehow inside her…

Her thoughts finally caught up with her head.

Her mentor��her mother…was…

‘Inside…-‘

…

Cinder screamed.

She couldn’t remember the last time she did so…to be honest she couldn’t even focus on anything beyond the fact that she wanted, no, NEEDED, to get Salem away from her.

Fire erupted all around her, the sudden outburst of her powers clearly surprising the older woman, as she was blown away, the wall behind her breaking at the force of the impact.

Shaking like a leaf, the maiden stared at her hands in disbelief.

Whirling around she fled from the room, mindlessly running through the castle she had once called her home until she reached the basement, right into the room her world’s Emerald and Mercury had been given once upon a time.

Crawling under the bed, she tried to calm her racing heart.

She had been right!

They all had been right!

This Salem…was dangerous!

‘RUN!’

Cinder needed to get out of here.

And that as fast as possible!

[hoseoksactualass]

[8:07 p.m.] what’s a v card

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: smut // fluff 

word count: 2k

warning/s: virgin reader 

What everyone thinks your relationship with Hoseok is leans more towards the ones harder to measure up to-- what with everyone thinking he's a Bed Breaker that fucks his cum up into your cervix with no apprehension when the odds weren't slim. The odds were always slim. You're a virgin.

You're at the prime age people lose touch with their pediatricians, but you and Mrs. Gum know each other like your little fingers intertwined. The wink she sends over with a tiny box of condoms and birth control reassures you more. It's her coarse voice you recollect at the edge of your bed, in lingerie you feel more skittish than sexy in, while you wait for Hoseok to get out of the shower. He steps out with wet feet, wiggling toes, a cotton shirt, and new boxers.

The fuzz of the towel on his hair freezes when his eyes stop on you. His eyes are rounded in the way they do when they want to show vulnerability, but the knowing in them sticks out. Like the dampness of the hair on the back of his head. The lingerie is red and looks like blood in a dimlit room. "Wow. That's... sexy," he eyes you up and down.

On normal days, Hoseok tries his best to trick shot a used towel in the rack, but now, he wanted to take time with everything, step by step on his way to the rack. Or maybe that was just the painfully obvious travesty of him being as nerve-wracked as you are. "Saved it for today," your lips curl calmly. You were just better at hiding it.

"You're doing great. I have no idea where to look," his eyelids buzz in exaggeration, his hand stretched out as if to shield himself of the nudity before him.

"Not so bad yourself, sir."

"You're testing dangerous waters calling me sir like that."

"Yum."

"No; you're yum," he walks to you slowly. "Seriously-- your boobs are-- you are so pretty," he holds his own chest. The proximity gives you a good whiff of his body wash, and if anything, it makes your mind and ass sit with an edge. "Are... you okay, babe?"

Your eyes flicker up to him. He decides he looked too intimidating straightened up like that, so he kneels down, and now, you have to bow your head to meet eyes. "Yeah, there's-- nothing wrong," you say to him and yourself.

"I can just... make you cum, you know."

"That self-indulgent, or you mean we can wait?"

"You know I mean the latter."

"So you don't want to fuck me yet?"

"No-- I-- want to-- put my dick inside you, but I don't want you to feel pressured," he places his hand on your knee. Soothes the skin, because it's cold with a lack of mettle.

"I'm not scared. This is just a lot."

"Yes. Likewise."

"I'm finally losing my v card."

"Your what card?"

"Nothing, just-- kiss me and put your fingers inside me."

His lips are soft, wet like everything feels like a first time. So is his poorly dried hair, but you kick that thought to the side, because his lips pacify the numbness of yours with sensations you couldn't put into words, but hear when he says, "Make room for me."

As you do, he takes his shirt off, and he does so with confidence. The look on his face is stoic, but there's more evidence of how every second slowly riled him up in the heaving of his chest. You don't hide the way you look at him. Pure, stripped admiration. You had the biggest crush on Hoseok, and he wore it like a medal.

He crawls towards you. "Lay down."

"Sexy."

The laugh on his throat makes his eyes form crescents, and everything softens with the pepper of kisses on your face. "You're sexy."

"No, you."

"No, you."

Your hand finds his crotch. There's a spur of confidence in your fingertips, so you palm him, and it shuts him up. Makes him groan into your mouth in a scalding kiss, and maybe it's because you don't first move a lot. You want him.

He nudges his knee in between your legs and opens your heat with a sure finger sliding between the folds. Your breath hitches. "You feel okay?"

"Finger me."

"Wow. Appealing," he chuckles like he isn't appealed, and then he pushes his finger inside you. Curls it the way you like, and you squirm under him. "There you go, baby."

"Mff - "

"More?"

"Please," you squeak. Three fingers make for a good stretch, but the way they move is already making you want to cum. For why-- you don't know. "Okay-- oh - "

"Wanna cum?," he drops his voice.

"I - not yet." It's near abrupt how Hoseok stops his fingers. With the implication that if you were going to cum, it wouldn't be on his fingers. Crossing them, hopefully on his dick. He wipes your arousal on his boxers. It stains like he wants to show it to you.

He props himself on a plank above you, his knee keeping yours ajar. There's a wet kiss on your neck. "Lift your back."

When his voice was serious is what was really putting you through it. You arch your back. Feel the tease of his fingertips ascending to the clasp of your bra and undoing it.

"Want you," he mutters before another kiss below your ear where it tickled. You do him the deference of taking the rest of your bra away from your body, and it lands with a soft shuffle somewhere on the floor. Your heart's caught in your throat. "Want to do it."

"Do it," you bite your lip. Seems the way you'd said it pulled on his strings a tad bit, and you feel him grind soft on you.

"I'll make you feel good," he says, tracing kisses up to your cheek, and it warms your heart. The trust you feel cannot be said, so you stay silent and simper.

"I know you will."

He leans forward and grabs something with a clumsy hand. When he bites the wrapper off, it makes a crinkly sound, and now, the butterflies in your stomach are going haywire. He's silent when he kicks his boxers off and wears the condom with ease. "You trust me."

He's hovering over you again. "I do."

A sharp but desperate kiss on your lips, and it's strung between words. "Can't wait."

He finds your hand and holds it tight next to your head, and your free one finds home on his bicep. "M-Me, too."

"Let's-- look at each other, so I know when you want to stop, 'kay?," his voice is like satin.

Your eyes are already on him.

He has a bit of a hard time pulling your panties off, but when he finally does, he stares a little too long. He looks at you with blinking eyes, as if not wanting to show how ready he was to take your virginity, but his eyes get caught on the bright red of your chest, and he almost chokes. He welcomes it.

"Hoseok?"

"Hm-- uh-- hm?"

"A-Are you okay?"

"I-- 'course I am, princess," he pecks your lips, and they get tied in giggles. "--so... I'm gonna-"

"Y-Yeah, totally," you inhale, already squeezing where you hold him. Your eyes are on each other. You feel the head of his cock, wet, against your cunt, and he pushes in slow with a tight groan. You squeeze harder.

He makes sure your pussy stops clenching before he pushes in more. On your end of the line, the meat below your hole feels a little sore, and you're chewing on your lip a bit too hard. Hoseok likes the face you make-- likes the pure innocence being encroached, and it almost dangerously brazens him to push harder.

"Fuck-- i-it's-- are you okay?," he speaks in shivers.

He bottoms out. "I - I - don't move yet," you squint, your breath laboured, but it eases with your nerves and pussy.

Hoseok likes the face you make even more when he knows you glow in the way people do when comfortable, and he takes that as cue to start moving.

Your eyes flutter open. Watch him bite down on his lip, like shutting himself up will soothe you more. His cheeks are bloodshot, and his moans go out in restrained shivers. It turns you on so hard, you start moaning yourself. Brazen you are, yourself. "Fuck-- Hoseok - "

"Yeah? You feel good, baby?," his eyes are locked on your lips, at the small O they form.

His hand squeezes yours in return every time he thrusts, and you do with every brush on your sweet spot. Your eyes are welling up in tears. "It feels-- so good - anggh - ," you whine. The angle of his hips are certain. You can confirm that. "Please-- go faster."

"F-Faster? You want that?"

"God-- yes, I want you to fuck me."

"Fuuck, baby-- okay," he breathes, picking up his pace. He breaks his own rules and facade when he closes his eyes. Starts to think with his dick, and he feels so good. "Hngh - so fucking tight."

"H-Hoseok - ," every thrust earns you good stimulation on your clit from his hipbone, and it's a push and a second closer to an orgasm, so you embrace the sensation like it's your last.

His hips are very swift now, and the sounds are disgustingly sordid. Both of you still toiling on keeping your eyes open, but just catch each other in a ritual of moaning each others' names. There's love in the way you feel around Hoseok's cock, and it makes him twitch.

"H-Hoseok-- tell me what y-you want t-to do to me," you whimper. He knows how to make your lips and cunt gush at the same time, with his hipbone's vigor, but he didn't expect himself to be at your body's mercy with just a few words.

"W-Want to-- nngh - make you beg."

"Y-Yeah?-- fuck," you moan, and the heaving of your chest is laboured again. "What else?"

"Want to fuck that pretty mouth," he breathes into your neck, and his jaw is far from lax with all the clenching and choked growling.

"Oh, g-god, I'll let you fuck me-- however you want - fuck - !"

Your arm is numb under the plank of his, but it's an outlying thought, because now his other hand started working its magic on your clit. The thing about cumming with Hoseok is that he always makes you cum as hard as possible. Except now, it's around his dick. "You like that? Like when I touch you like this?"

"F-Fuck, yes - "

"You'll let me play with your clit until you cum around me? Hm?"

You feel it. It's very much there-- a knot twisting inside you, but it coaxes tears from your eyes, and your throat is sore with moaning and affection. "I'm - I think I - "

And it's also very much there for him-- what with your virgin pussy clenching the cum out of him, and his chest and abdomen tighten. "Yeah, cum for me."

"Cum with me."

"I'm - ," he growls, a pathetic string of groans closing around your ears, you can't hear that of your own but all you feel is the jitter of your hips, and a sharp climax that flicks your eyes back into your head.

He fucks himself into you, driving your orgasm away, and the sensation burns sharp, but it's quick enough that he promptly spurts in the condom, and it makes him moan differently. There's a sloppy kiss on your cheek before you get to snicker at the cum-stuffed rubber.

"I figured v card meant virginity card," he crashes his body on you, and you hit him because the soreness starts to kick in, and you know that and blame it on smut roots.

"No shit," you laugh, and nothing's funny, but you still do, because every edge of your being is lit up and giddy. "We should have sex when we wake up."

"Wow-- you're robust."

"It's what good dick does."

"You've had one dick, _____."

"And one dick forever," you stick out your pinky, a very sentimental way to establish your relationship with his dick and the perks that come with it-- a boyfriend. It's what good dick does to a virgin.

[goldenworldsabound]

🏖 and ⭐for Mipha? (symphonyselfships)

@symphonyselfships thanks friend! <3

⛱ - beach date at night/day

I wonder if Zora, are like...like, she’s clearly a freshwater Zora, would seawater bother her? I’m gonna go ahead and posture that if she tried to LIVE in the seawater it’d be an issue but for a fun date at the beach it’d be good :)

It’s very well known Sheikah Wendy and Mipha like to take day or multi-day trips out of the Domain. Of course, not usually to the beach. But Mipha suggested it, and I can’t say no to her, so...

It takes a good chunk of time to get to a nice beach, so it’s a multi day trip! Once we get there I complain about the sand a bunch and also complain about being in a swim suit probably FWKHJ (”I feel so vulnerable, Mipha!” “Don’t worry, we cleared out all the beasts already.” “STILL!”). We go out at night after spending the day clearing the area so it’s safe (and probably helping out at whatever town happens to be nearby).

The moon is bright and full and Mipha is so happy to be in the water with me. She teases and splashes and maybe even pulls me around a bit, since my swimming skills aren’t close to as strong as hers. They’re probably moderate for a Sheikah/Hylian.

We totally end up making out too safdjfds there’s a lot of staring into each others’ eyes shyly and appreciating the form of the other in the moonlight and the water. Hngh. It’s very soft okay.

And then there’s a fire on the beach and we cook fish we caught together, and have some special treats we brought along (do marshmellows exist? maybe) and just kind of. Talk and sit together.

⭐️ - star gazing date

Secret date before we went public in the Domain fhdasjhsd,,, can you imagine star gazing from the top of Rutala Dam? Maybe even from the Divine Beast itself. Yeah, that.

While I would never ask directly, I always wanted to go inside the Divine Beasts and see what they were like. Mipha picks up on this, and invites me in. As we’re watching the sky, there’s shooting stars streaking across the sky.

We hold hands, awkwardly, shyly, and sit on top, and watch the stars. And then we probably share a chaste kiss or two, before she scoots a little closer and leans her head on me...I become...tomato Wendy...but I wrap my arm around her. And we’re just there. Until we both start to fall asleep and realize we need to go home, hehe.

/>w<\ I’m soft now

[junkosakura01]

A Gift for Lucifer

Updated fic in my AO3 account: junkosakura01

* Fanfic based on Lucifer’s 2020 birthday event + one major spoiler.

* Junko is my “Obey Me!” in-game name & [ideal] persona here. IRL I can do simple massages like in this fanfic (and no, I can’t make one moan like this one, lol). Please also excuse my biases here.

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Before the surprise party plan for Lucifer was set into motion, and Junko was almost seen through by the man himself, Asmodeus had given Junko some extra tips to win over the birthday boy.

“As much as I appreciate your help, Asmo, but I still don’t know what to give him…” Junko’s stoic face remains the same, yet her tone of voice felt sad.

She has been with them for a long while now, and a lot has already happened—reconciling the brothers with each other and even learning about her ancestor.

“Want me to help set up a romantic mood when you both get back?” Asmodeus smiled but there was a hint of slyness in his tone.

Ever since after they learned Junko is Lilith’s descendant, Asmodeus was always the one who notices her being nervous sometimes when she’s with Lucifer.

“Thanks, Asmo, but I think I can find one during our da—I mean, the plan tomorrow.”

“Hmm~ If you say so, Junko~” He grinned at her, and for hearing her almost a say a certain word.

The next day, Junko and Lucifer were out on their date, with Mammon and Leviathan in tow hiding from them. Unfortunately, those two were eventually found out by Lucifer and sent them home, but Junko played dumb so the party won’t be ruined.

“I’ll trust you for now. Come, let’s continue.”

“Yes, Lucifer. Let’s go shopping over there.”

Moving on, they also went to a shop for a bit and bought matching necklaces for each other. Their date ended when Junko’s phone alarm rang, signaling party time. They soon returned home, and Lucifer was greeted with smiles and cheers. Diavolo laughed at him because he was right when he expected Lucifer to forget his own birthday.

“Ah yes, today is my birthday,” Lucifer grimaced. His embarrassment surprised them but he immediately reverted to his usual face again.

“We all prepared this for you.” Junko said as she gently tugged on Lucifer’s sleeve.

“Is that so? I’m glad it didn’t turn into a disaster,” Lucifer retorted.

“My livestream was a disaster though…” said Leviathan as he gently caressed his camera. “Those juicy moments between them was—“

“Ooh! Yeah, I was enjoying that!” Asmodeus frowned. “Gosh, Lucifer, you should’ve let him and save it as a remembrance.

“Ehh…?” Junko grimaced at them, but inside she was feeling embarrassed.

After everyone had given their messages and now eating, Junko sheepishly went near Lucifer’s face and whispered, “I… I have something to give you too, but can I go to your room later for it…?

Surprised, Lucifer’s eyes widen with his fork halfway out from his mouth. He didn’t expect her to say that. Like a confused Mammon, a lot of scenarios ran through his mind, wondering about her gift.

“Sure, I’ll be expecting you then.” Lucifer replied and ate another piece of cake. He didn’t bother to press her further.

“Ah, thank you, Lucifer!” Junko faintly smiled and caught his attention, so did Asmodeus.

”I guess she found out what to give him, eh?” Asmodeus smirked at them. He’s also the only one who noticed their matching necklaces, but he assumed that it wasn’t the one Junko planned to give as a present.

“What are you mumbling about, Asmo?” Satan asked as he grabbed his plate away from Beelzebub, who was aiming his fork on Satan’s plate.

“Oh nothing, I’m just talking to myself.”

Later that evening, after the party and everyone else were in their rooms, Junko silently went to Lucifer’s room and then knocked on the door.

“It’s me. Can I come in?”

Something clicked and made the door slightly ajar, she then went inside. On his chair, Lucifer was enjoying a glass of blood wine while reading a book.

“You’re finally here. What is it that you want to give me?”

The timid and quiet girl didn’t reply, but instead raised her hands up as if she was trying to scare or scratch him.”

“I don’t get it.” He bluntly said. His eyebrows slightly furrowed and he was starting to feel annoyed.

“I’m confident in giving massages… We already got matching necklaces, but this is something I wanted to give you. Plus, if I told you earlier, they might hear it and get misunderstood.”

“Alright, I forgive you,” he smiled at her, “But you were a little misleading earlier too. You had a different expression on your face while telling me. Asmo was also giving us a strange look as well.”

“Ah… Haha…” She laughed softly from being embarrassed.

The proud eldest demon brother sighed but with a relaxed look on his face. Putting down his wine glass and book, he then sat on his bed. A pat on it signaled her to follow.

“Sorry, but I need you to take your clothes off. Back massages are best without it.”

“You’re pretty bold and assertive right now,” he chuckled. “I’d rather not, but if you say so.”

Slowly he started undressing—making her flinch after every top layer was removed. He’s unaware of her current expression right now.

Being weak to good-looking people, specifically handsome men, Junko can’t help but fawn over his revealed body and reflexively hides her face in embarrassment. It’s also the first time Lucifer had shown some skin to anyone other than Diavolo when they went to the beach together.

“Hehe… What, was it just an act? I thought you were going to give me a massage.”

“Ugh… That grin…!” She thought, and had a pained yet satisfied look on her face. “A-Ahem…! Now lie face down.”

He did as he was told and she nervously positioned herself near him while on his bed, “É-Excuse me…” She softly said.

After stretching her arms and hands to warm up, she started massaging him from his head, then to his shoulders, to halfway down his back. At first she had trouble with how stiff Lucifer’s back is, but as it went on, she was also trying to calm herself after hearing him moan and groan from the massage.

“Ah…! That spot… Mm…”

“Yeah, this lump is a sore spot. I bet there’s a lot more; I’ll beat those up too.”

“Go easy on me…”

“This is already my normal massaging strength. You must be so tired, Lucifer,” she said and then pressed him harder with her palms, “I know you’re doing a lot, but I never expected your back to be this stiff! You should really learn to take a break sometimes.”

“Hngh…!” he huffed and tried to suppress it, but he was also enjoying the pain melting away. “Haah…ha…”

“If it’s getting painful, tell me, okay?”

“Just carry on… Ah! I’m not just used to this… Gaah…”

“Please stop being like that…you’re going to give me a heart attack…” She thought again. She felt her cheeks slightly warm and her blank expression was starting to break from seeing glimpses of Lucifer’s sexy yet pained look, also while he’s trying to bury his face on his pillow.

“Lucifer… Really, please tell me if it’s hurting you now…” her tone was starting to crack as well and having a huge urge to laugh at him too. Right now, she’s the only one seeing him in this vulnerable state giving into a good back massage, and she can’t help but feel happy about it too.

“No…continue if you’re still not finished yet… Augh…” he replied weakly, but now his face was completely buried on his pillow. Junko finally chuckled a bit and switched to a gentler pressing since his muscles became tender.

After several kneading and down to his lower back, which made Lucifer yelp a bit from the pain, she asked him to sit up next so she could move on to his arms. She sat next to him, and with her small, feminine hands, Lucifer was surprised that was exerting a decent amount of force in massaging him from the start. The tension in Lucifer’s arms seems to have faded away too when his expression relaxed some more.

“When did you learn how to do this?”

“My mother always asked me for one whenever she needed it. I learned when I was young.”

“I see. This has been very comforting, thank you, Junko. My body feels lighter now.”

“Good. You’re welcome. “She nodded and continued massaging his hands as it she was playing with it.

Strong, big hands…it was definitely different from hers and Asmodeus’, who has a beautiful body and was the first to experience her skill. Lucifer’s hands were often covered in gloves so this is also the first time she sees the red nail polish on his fingernails.

“What’s wrong?”

Junko shook her head, “Nothing. It’s…just that your hands are bigger than mine.”

“Of course it is,” Lucifer chuckled and patted her head.

“Okay, we’re done now. How do you feel? I’m sure you’ll be able to sleep well tonight.”

“Indeed. I’ll return the favor someday and when you need it too. Or do you want me to massage you too right now while you’re still here?”

Her eyes widen and could feel him teasing her. “E-Ehhh…!?”

”Kidding. You’ve finally given me a different expression again.  You’re going to end up grumpy like Satan if you keep that stoic face on,” he smirked at her, but he was actually trying to contain his laughter.

“Geez…” she sighed in disappointment. “It’s not a favor, but if you say so… Thanks, I’ll look forward to what you’ll come up with.” Junko replied, with her head down in embarrassment, but she was smiling.

-End-

(Bonus)