#they are both demonic so this is what makes their relationship so damn amusing

[cosmic-walkers]

what the hell, was the relationship between henry and thomas in the tudors?? they are a trainwreck in the making T-T

[matenrou-fan]

ueueuehehehehehe barbatos tailfucking the reader. like holding them with his hands and using his tail to fuck both holes *smiles* and like overstimming them too (fem reader if so 🙏🏼🙏🏼) -rei boobie anon

Barbatos tailfucking fem! s/o + overstimulation

omg you said that he needs to hold the reader and everything but I get a little bit carried away while writing this.. Hope it's okay.. <3

femreader, teasing, begging, humiliation, overstimulation, semi public sex, rough sex, slut shaming, oral (giving), double penetration, Master/pet relationship;; 3026 words;;

NFSW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

The way Barbatos touches you clearly reflects his whole personality - playful, almost weightless, and always so confusing, as you never can say if it was an accidental brush of his hand on your body that feels too intimate or he just teases you, maybe even torturing you with these games.. Every time you visit Demon Lord's Castle he approaches you too rarely to actually make you aroused but too often for you to not pay attention to light strokes of his arms that just knows where and how to tickle to make you bite lips. Yet today..

Today was some kind of special occasion, indeed. One of the casual tea parties that Diavolo loves to make so it's easy to run away from his responsibilities and paperwork but today his loyal servant finally accepted the offer to join you all and also relax. And oh what a miracle, the only empty chair was near you?!

But the fact that Barbatos also would just drink tea with you all didn't bother or even surprise you that much, before.. Before you choke on the silver spoon in your mouth, suddenly feel the cold leather of his gloves on your thighs.

"S/o..? Are you alright?!"

"Strange, I make sure that there's no Solomon's cooking this time, why did you choke on this strawberry pie?"

"Mm? And how can my cooking be related to this..?"

Ah, everyone around you is so worried, almost jumping from their places to pat your back and help you. When the hero of the occasion keeps drinking his tea, absolutely enjoying your blushing face and this awkward laugh as you try to calm everyone.. While his hand already lifts your skirt, caressing naked skin here.

"S/o, is everything okay? Maybe I should lend a helping hand for you too?" - he finally turns to look you right in the eyes just to get even more amused by your adorable reaction, as you're really trying to keep your voice calm. The moment your eyes meet, Barbatos just moves his fingers forward, tickling inner thighs oh so close to your panties.

"Yes, yes, I'm alright.." - and despite you wanting to hint with a glance to stop you have no idea how… Everyone around is still looking.

"Good." - He takes off your panties.

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Well, maybe you shouldn't have given a damn about everyone else as now things get even harder to hide.

For a moment you thought he would just tease you with his hand for the whole tea party, but then his tail appeared. And it was much worse than his fingers can be. One tip of it was slowly sliding up and down, titillating your folds, when the other one pressed to your clit, drawing small circles in a sensitive place.

All you can do is just eat more than usual to muffle your gasp in another bite of cake. How good Mammon was also here, in his casual goofy mood that Lucifer hated so much, making everyone around laugh. And you laugh too, trying to hide your whines and sobs under the mask of a strong fit of laughter, eyes already red and watering when you act like you finally controlled the spasms.. Oh if they all know what exactly spasms you try to control..!

Will you be able to hold yourself for the whole evening? Your hand slides down to squeeze Barbatos' knee, not in the attempt to tease him too but to warn him, warn that it's starting to be unbearable. Even when you tried to control your breath he was hearing your small gasps and whimpers, and quickly found just the right pace to rub your clit while his other tip played with the clenching entrance of your pussy, not thrusting inside, just tickling, making you be the one who wants to feel more. And you were afraid you would not have enough strength to not just start moaning out loud.

"Mm.. This time it was much more funny than usual.." - Simeon smiles, and you just now notice that everyone has already finished their tea, and the party is getting to finish.

"Oh yes! The fact that Barbatos was with us this time as a friend and not as my servant was making everything better..!" - a loud laugh of the Lord thundered across the table, but you almost didn't hear him, more concentrated on the heat between your thighs that made you cross your legs. Are you on edge now..?

"I don't think my presence change anything, but your words flattered me, my Lord.." - with a slight nod Barbatos keeps looking at everyone but not you.

"Hehe.. But do you remember that you still need to prepare rooms for our dear guest to stay overnight?"

"Of course. I will return to my work immediately." - maybe no one heard this, but you clearly notice some sight mockery in his tone. And of course this mockery was addressed to you, as at the same time all touches stopped and his tail quickly pulled away.

You whine, this time not even carrying how loud you can be, as your pussy was still throbbing, asking, begging for just a few touches before blissful release..

"I'm no less disappointed than you are, s/o.." - Lucifer furrowed his brow, looking at his boss. - "You probably should tell us that you're planning an overnight stay a little bit earlier..?"

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Never in your life have you experienced a more hard time than this evening. All this activity with the demon brother in Castle just annoys you, as you still keep returning to these moments with Barbatos, almost feeling the ghost of his touches on your warm skin all over again.

But this sinful servant just knows how to make you struggle even more, not even showing near you for the whole time, too busy with his responsibilities. And it was both good and bad, cause despite you yearning to see him again you also were afraid that you would just melt in the same second you see him again.

And only when everyone calls it night and goes into a different room, whining about how lucky Belphegor and Simeon are to spend the night in the same place with you, only then he approaches you again, catching you all alone in the darkness of the corridor.

"It seems that I left my poor darling right at the most interesting moment.."

"You did it on purpose..!" - you whisper, fighting the urge to just cling to him right here, but the shine in his bright green eyes tells you to not even try.

"Am I? Then please, meet me in my room tonight.." - leaning closer but only with his shoulders, still not touching your body, Barbatos whispers in your ear, hitting the core of your mind with goosebumps. - "I'm ready to fix my bad attitude.."

"But how I can-" - you mumble under your breath but he's already gone, almost faded away, leaving you all confused again.

Just HOW you still tolerate such unfair teases? Probably because you start to be addicted to these intoxicating games that always leave you with a light head and warm wetness in panties. Not even Lucifer with his playful flirting can make you feel the same thing that this side servant that is always in the background, hiding in the shadows, can. And you love that.

Well, maybe this whole sleepover was also just part of his plan, and the fact that you get in a room with two pretty peaceful guys was maybe also just his little touch.. Cause Belphie just fall asleep immediately, before you even enter the room, and Simeon, trying to act as quiet as possible to not awake him, also quickly get drowsy.

Just an hour, and you were absolutely sure these two wouldn't notice you go away. Well, maybe not 'just an hour', as every minute was like a torture for you, especially when you realize you would probably receive something more very soon.

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"Oh my. So I really picked your interest today, am I?"

You just whine as a response, melting in his arms the very second you crossed the threshold of Barbatos' room. Clinging to him with your whole body, you grasp his shoulders, waiting to feel his touch again, but his hands don't even move from your waist, and the whole hug feels… kinda stiff.

Oh, do you really think everything would be so easy? When you look up at him all you can see is a wild smirk, as your lover was absolutely amused with such pathetic needy gaze. One arm pat your head as he pulls away from you.

"Barbatos, why-"

"On your knees."

Not even any second thought as you already dropped on the floor, sitting in front of him. From such an angle his devilish face looks even more hypnotizin and you whine, both from shame and arousal.

But he just looks at you for a few seconds, before walking away and sitting in his bed, calling you with a beckoning sign. Oh, and of course he wouldn't even try to hide how much he enjoys your trembling figure as you quickly get closer on all fours. Like his own little pet..

For a moment you just look at each other in absolute silence, before he leans a little, resting his elbow on his knee:

"Do I really need to say that? I thought you were pretty smart to understand that good girls get rewards only after they ask nicely.."

"But.. Barbatos.."

"Mm, and I thought you got here for something more than just to show me how pathetic you look in such a pose.."

Digging your nails in the carpet, you sobs, as your face starts heating up. Of course you know when he plays and when not, and now you're absolutely sure you will receive nothing if you wouldn't beg.

"Barbatos, please.. Please, just touch me again.." - your small whine makes him chuckle and he nodded approvingly, waiting for more. - "I don't even ask for fucking, just touching.. Please.."

"Oh, how pitiful.." - your lover sighs, and despite his smile still on his face, the tone of his mocking voice was disinterested.

"No, really.. Barb- Master.." - you lean closer, clinging to his legs. - "Master, please.. I'll do anything.."

"That's better.."

Finally, FINALLY he touched you, spreading your legs roughly with the toes of his shoes as his tail quickly slid under your skirt, pressing onto the sticky fabric of your panties, that was absolutely soaked in your juices.

"Lift it up." - his gaze drops on your clothes and you quickly obey, too excited to finally get the right attention. Pulling your shirt up, you take it in your mouth, revealing your bra, while hands lifting the hem of your skirt.

"Oh, you decided to show me your whole body? Then go on, take everything off.." - still with a mocking tone, Barbatos surveyed your naked skin with the same calm gaze. ..did he even aroused or not? Or is it just a very twisted game for him, to humiliate you more?

But you don't care, as the main thing for you is that his tails already move your panties aside and start stroking your hot, trembling pussy again. Still holding your skirt with one hand, you tried to unhook your bra, as he ordered, but it was too hard, too hard when all your already small thoughts completely disappeared, leaving you with an empty head.

"What's wrong? Few touches are enough for you to get so useless?" - Barbatos sighs, leaning down and taking off your shirt along with the bra in one movement. - "Never thought what a dirty slut you are, letting a man treat you like this?"

The way his voice quickly changes from light mockery to straightforward insults just makes your stomach tickle. And this absolutely cold gaze on your blushing face and sweaty body just makes everything worse.. It's amazing how he can keep such a collected face when his tails are literally rubbing against you like that, one in front, teasing your folds, when another tip slowly creeps to your ass, tickling a tight hole. Another high pitched whine burst out of your lips but he quickly shut you up, grasping your chin.

"If you want to keep your mouth open, then at least use it properly.." - with such commentary he forces you lean closer, pressing your face to his crotch. Warmth of his hard dick that was felt even through fabric sends shivers down your spine and you let go of your skirt, instead trying to unzip his pants.

Not even trying to help you this time, Barbatos just keeps watching your weak attempts to do it, feeling just how much your hands tremble when brushing against his bulge. All he does is just keep telling how you demean yourself with such useless behavior. Oh, he's too harsh? But his tails also have nerves and he clearly can tell how much your both holes are clenching from his merciless comments, begging to be finally stretched out. But it's not the right time yet.

Only when his cock finally slaps your face, revealing from his pants, he grabs your hair again, controlling the pace with you licking his whole length. And only when Barbatos starts forcing his dick inside your mouth, his tails thrust inside you in one moment, making you moan right on his skin, tickling glans with vibration of your throat.

"Is it actually so good, to be fucked in all your holes? Well, why I'm asking.. Sluts like you love such things, don't you?" - even after his breath gets heavier from your hot tongue around his cock, your lover keeps mocking you.

Mock your sloppy movements, mock you for being so wet that he doesn't even need to prepare you, already pushing his tail deep inside you, mock you for choking around his cock and think about your own pleasure, not his, just mock and mock you every second. But your face with furrowed, twitching brows and muffled moans just tells him that you're absolutely enjoying it.

His darkened eyes now were filled with more lust, as he enjoyed every thrust of your mouth in just the right pace that he controlled all by himself, still pulling your hairs with his tight grip. For a moment Barbatos presses your head to his hips again, making you choke on the thick base of his cock and just stop, admiring your hazy eyes, full of tears.

"Such a good, whorish pet.. You want to cum, don't you?"

All you can do is whine and nod just a little, begging with your gaze instead of words. Oh, and of course with your hips that keep bouncing up and down on two tips that now speed up, moving in one aggressive rhythm. This mind shattering feeling of double filling was so new but already so pleasant to you, both your tight holes tremble from the rough resistance of his tails. God, of course you want to cum now.

"That's it.. Only dirty whores will cum when all their tree holes are stretched like this, so go on and show me how slutty you are for your master.."

The same rough wild speed that titillates you down here now was wrecking your mouth too, and you just closed your eyes, surrendering utterly to the pleasure. But a rough pull on your hair makes you gasp and open it again, just to see the smirking face of your lover.

"Did I give you permission? Look your Master in the eyes like a good and obedient pet.." - a low chuckle sends shivers down your spine and he suddenly starts to slow down. - "Or you enjoy when I throw you away in the most delightful moment?"

You shake your head a little and keep sucking his dick, begging with every move to not stop, to not stop right now, when your legs start trembling so much you barely can sit like that and not fall down, your thighs tried to squeeze together but his boots still were forcing you open, spreading your legs..

Just a few more rough, merciless thrust and you moan around his dick, sending more vibrations all over his sensitive skin while orgasm finally hits you. Your whole body freezes and if not his hand on your head you would probably stop sucking, as all other muscles in your body tensed up, concentrating in your burning pussy that now clenched tight around his tail. Your vision is blurry and you can only see Barbatos' smirk and deep dominating gaze, and it just makes these waves of pleasure inside you hit your core even harder.

Still pushing your head up and down, he admires such a pathetic view of your cumming face, absolutely enjoying your hot walls and their pressure. Just how much tighter you would be when he would pound into you with much thicker length..? This thoughts makes him bite lip as he also get too close to the edge, showing his dick deep in your throat.

"Keep your mouth like that.. Let's use your throat for its only one declared purposes.."

With these words Barbatos come too, burning your inner skin with thick hot sperm. Oh, and of course as a good pet you will keep sucking, milking him to the very end as sticky liquid running down into your stomach. Only now you were able to hear more of his groans and gasps, but not that much.. After all, if you want to hear more of his delightful deep sounds then you should work even harder now.

And of course he gives you this opportunity, pulling away your head to undress himself completely.

"On a bed, now. If you continue being so obedient, then I'll let you stay here for the whole night, pet.."

[another-lost-mc]

a/n: You know me so well bb! I've been thinking about this all day. 💚

barbatos x gn!reader [nb] | 0.6k words | sfw (fluff)

content/warnings: hinted established relationship with og!barbatos, solomon slander. 😈

Barbatos invites you to the castle for a late supper because someone has to look after you properly. He knows you spend so much of your time caring for everyone else. Who can he trust to feed you if not himself? Lucifer and his siblings? Solomon? No, he won't rely on the fallen angels to think beyond their own problems to worry about yours, nor will he subject you to more of that damned sorcerer's definition of edible food.

He’s worried that a detour to the castle will make your long day even more exhausting for you, but he can’t resist the temptation to offer his assistance. He dampens his cautious optimism and prepares himself for your apologetic refusal, but eagerness blooms in his chest when you thank him profusely for an excuse not to return to Cocytus Hall just yet. (You tell him that you could smell Solomon's food from outside the building, and you were lingering outside contemplating what to do next.) It doesn't take long for you to arrive at the demon lord's castle, and your eyes brighten sweetly when you notice him waiting for you on the front steps. You look relieved to see him, like you're greeting an old friend, or like you're coming home. He wonders what he’s done to deserve such admiration.

He realizes that he should've thought this plan through because once he leads you to the kitchen, he has no idea what meal to serve you. Dinnertime was hours ago, and everything has been cleaned and put away. He urges you to sit and relax at one of the countertops while he debates what he can make for you. He doesn't want to simply reheat leftovers for you—it feels like a waste of his talents. He can do so much more for you. He knows your preferences by now; he's seen the dishes you pass over and the ones you take seconds from. He hides his unpreparedness by distracting you with lighthearted conversation.

After a few minutes, you stand up and fill the kettle for a pot of tea. He can’t help but sneak glances from the corner of his eye as you move around the castle kitchen like you know it as well as he does. It doesn't escape his notice that you place two cups on the counter, or that you reach past the sugar in the cupboard and grab a jar of honey instead. You always seem to remember the little things he likes and doesn't like, the same way he remembers those things about you.

Dinner is plated not long after the tea is steeped and ready to drink. He looks forward to finally being able to focus on you, showing you the utmost respect and attention you deserve. He sits on a barstool next to you while you both chat idly over a plate of sandwiches and a light salad. He’s not used to this type of quiet intimacy and he hopes you don't notice. Your fingers nearly brush against his own when you both reach for food off the same plate. He sips your delicious tea and hides his smile behind the rim of his cup when you tell him amusing stories about your work earlier in the day. Your murmured words of appreciation for inviting you tonight are pleasing. Sometimes you nudge his shoulder playfully like you crave his closeness and not only the services he offers you. It goes against everything he is—professional, poised, collected. He shouldn't like this as much as he does.

Maybe he's simply not used to having friends, with the exception of the Young Master he dutifully serves. He's cooked elaborate feasts for demon lords, of course—spending hours in the kitchen to ensure everything was made and plated to perfection, watching blandly as hours of his hard work is consumed within minutes, bowing at the waist when he acknowledges each polite compliment they offer him. Once he's walked you home and he can retire to his room to contemplate, he’ll wonder why your praise for his simple cooking and modest company feels so much more satisfying in comparison.

[acidnhuskerdust]

let me be your everlasting light (2/3) NSFW

18 plus! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Husk x Angel

Chapter 2: waitin' is such a misery, i need your touch

Summary: Angel and Husk's relationship has developed over the past few weeks, yet they both are finding it hard to hold off on sex.

Warnings: grinding, a whole lotta making out, sexual tension, sexual frustration, teasing

AO3 link: x Part 1: x

A week has passed since they shared their first kiss, and things between Husk and Angel have drastically changed, more so then after the night the two of them sat at the curb together. Angel finds himself surprised everyday whenever he gets a moment alone with Husk, of course he was still his grumpy old self, yet he still regarded Angel with a tenderness no one else has given him. It was hard to adjust to these… pesky feelings, to only want a certain pair of yellow eyes on him at all times. It was especially hard to adjust when it has been a week of nothing but heavy make out sessions and wandering hands. That part was more vexing than anything else. 

It was a quiet evening at the hotel, there was no crazy exercises Charlie put the crew through to rehabilitate them today, instead both the princess and her girlfriend went out for the day. Angel didn’t bother to ask where they were headed too, he was just pleased to know he could truly relax for a day. 

The spider demon sat on the couch with his pet demon pig, Fat Nugget, curled up on his lap. He mindlessly flipped through channels on the TV, enjoying the rare respite from the chaos that usually engulfed him while puffing on a cigarette.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” A deep voice came from behind him, causing Angel to immediately perk up.

He looks back to see none other than the demon who was always hot on his mind. There was a smirk on his face, looking Angel up and down. It was as if he was drinking in the sight before him, seemingly taking interest in the outfit he wore, a loose sweater that exposed his shoulders and tight shorts. His fixed gaze was enough to make Angel’s body feel like it was on fire.

He made his way over to join him on the couch. He settles down beside him, stretching out his legs and propping one up on the coffee table without a care. “Enjoying some peace and quiet, huh?”

“Well, I was.” He says with a playful lilt in his voice. “Then you showed up.” Husk let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leans back on the couch, reaching over to ease out the cigarette dangling from Angel’s lips to take a long puff out of it. “Now you’re stealin’ my cigarettes, and I thought I was the annoying one.” He lets out huff, picking up Fat Nugget and setting him down on the floor. 

“Think of it as payback for all the times you’ve gotten on my nerves.” He replies, staring ahead at whatever was playing on the television.

“Whateva,” Angel rolls his eyes. He then scoots closer to Husk, turning his body towards him. Two of his arms sprawl out on the back of the couch, leaning his head against them while staring at the older demon with affection. He sure did look fine. 

“Ya been enjoyin’ ya day off?” Angel asks, wanting to keep the other’s attention on him.

“Day off? More like day spent trying not to strangle anyone,” He replied in a dry tone, looking over at Angel, his gaze flickering down his body. “But I guess it ain’t so bad when you’re around.”

Angel smirks, “Ya guess?” He clicks his tongue. “Damn… And I thought we had somethin’ special kitty cat.” He reaches out to grab his cigarette back, taking a slow drag off of it. 

“Yeah, something specially annoying.” Husk retorts. It was the usual reply Angel would receive since he met Husk, but now when he said things like that, there was a lightness in his tone. He teased back now. It made Angel feel light. 

Husk’s lips turn into a small smile. “What’s got you lounging here all by yourself anyway? Don’t tell me you actually got tired of causing chaos for one day.” 

An airy laugh leaves Angel, a genuine one as his lips curl up into a smile. “Whose ta say I haven’t spent the day causin’ chaos?” He shoots back playfully. The spider demon moves to get on his knees. “Or maybe…” He purrs out, prowling towards Husk as if he was a cat stalking a mouse. “I’ve been waitin’ for you to show up before I did?” 

He crawls onto Husk’s lap, settling down across him. He place an arm lazily atop his shoulders while a hand finds its way to Husk’s neck. His finger trails upward, brushing past the fur of his cheeks before finally to the top of his head. Husk’s eyes narrowed at him as he grabbed his top hat, placing it on his head with a cheeky grin. 

Husk raises a brow, clearly amused by the display. “I see,” Husk drawled out in a voice that was both amused and indulgent. “Aren’t you just full of surprises today?" His arms wrap around Angel to keep him steady, one hand trailing up to trace lazy circles on the small of his back while the other rested against his thigh, the touch was enough to make Angel shiver. “Now… Was there something else you were waiting for? Or is stealing my hat all a part of your 'grand scheme'?” 

Angel smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he adjusted himself on Husk’s lap. His touch egged him on, placing his cigarette back between the demon cat’s lips before pressing his own lips against his ear, whispering into it with a sultry tone. “Oh baby, bein’ with me is a gamble,” He purred, enjoying the way his ear flickered from his hot breath.  He trails one hand down Husk’s chest teasingly, “I’ve got plenty up my sleeve.” He presses a hot kiss against his cheek. 

Husk’s hand leaves his thigh to take hold of the cigarette, turning his head to capture Angel’s lips in a deep kiss. Angel happily reciprocates with equal fervor, his hand continuing to smooth over the fur on his chest. 

The taste of cigarettes lingered on their lips, mixing with the heady rush of arousal that coursed through their veins. Angel swore the room seemed to fade away as their kiss intensified. He doesn’t break their kiss once as he moves to straddle Husk’s lap, his hat falling off his head while feeling clawed paws making purchase on his hips. 

A purr reaches his ears, and as he places two hands on his chest, he can feel it rumble underneath his touch. He grins against his lips, feeling a sense of fulfillment to know he has such an effect on him. 

Husk seemed to pick up on his silent satisfaction, his grip tightening on his hips and grounding him down onto his lap. Angel gasps against his lips, his body yearning for more. He moves his hips down onto him with an undeniable hunger, pressing himself closer against Husk, reveling in the way their bodies molded. 

“F-Fuck,” Angel moaned softly against Husk’s lips. His hands roamed ravenously over Husk’s chest and shoulders, feeling overwhelmed with both need and adoration towards the shorter demon underneath him. 

He breaks the kiss and Husk’s lips chase after him, he knew he was just as desperate as he was and he was going to ride that out as much as he could. He leans down, pressing hot kisses against his neck. He can hear Husk’s breath hitch, his grip tightening instinctively.

“Husky baby…” He murmurs against his fur, lightly nipping at it. “You’re drivin’ me crazy.” 

“Damn right I am,” Husk growled huskily, unable to suppress the low groan that made Angel’s cock twitch in his shorts. He tilts his head back slightly, exposing more of his neck and Angel takes the chance to explore. 

His neediness was mounting as the seconds passed, a week of making out without anything further was making Angel desperate. He lets out a small whimper, not a fake one like when he was filming, a real, fervent whimper that made his face feel hot from embarrassment. He could feel Husk stiffen underneath him from his little noise, his hips pressing up against Angel’s, allowing him to feel the hardness underneath his slacks. 

Another noise leaves the back of his throat, pressing himself back down with an aching desire. He kisses back up his neck, pressing his lips against his. Husk licks his lips and he immediately parts them, allowing him to lick into his mouth. His tongue was so long, this was the furthest they’ve gotten thus far and it gave Angel a rush of excitement. Maybe this was it. 

He pulls away for a gulp of air, looking down at the demon beneath him with carnal desire. “Baby, please. I’m needin’ ya real bad.” He rasps out, grinding down against his erection. 

“Angel…” Husk’s voice was low, strained with lust. He slid his hand from his hip to the small of his back, pulling him in close. He nips at Angel’s bottom lip teasingly, “Fuck, you don’t even know what you’re asking for.” 

Husk rolls his hips upwards and a choked gasp leaves Angel from the delicious stimulation he keeps looking for. Fuck yes, this is exactly where he needed Husk to be. 

“I know damn well what I’m askin’ for babycakes.” He says through gritted teeth, he’s never felt this needy, never wanted someone inside of him so badly like this, not a specific demon at the very least. Why won't Husk just give it to him? “Want ya so bad Husky, want ya inside of me, makin’ me scream. C’mon baby, I know ya wanna, want to give me your all.” 

Husk let out a guttural growl that was music to his ears, the heady tension getting thicker in the air. Just as Angel became more hopeful, Husk's hands fall back down to his hips, halting him from moving. He looks down at him with confusion, raising his brows. 

“Doll…” Husk began hoarsely, and holy fuck, he sounded so hot like that. He was just as pent up as he was, Angel could feel it in his pants, throbbing against its confines with carnal desire. It feels so good to be completely wanted like this. 

His golden eyes bore into Angel’s with an intensity that was almost frightening from the sheer arousal held within them. “This ain’t about fucking… Not this time.” Husk’s grip softened somewhat, one of them stroking up Angel’s side. “We can wait,” He murmurs. Angel lets out a groan in response, damnit, he was right there. 

“Wait?” Angel repeats, a frown tugging at his lips. “It’s been a week, don’t ya think that’s plenty of build up before getting down and dirty?” Husk’s thick brow rose, staring up at him with amusement. “I didn’t realize you were keeping track of the days?” 

The spider demon rolls his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “‘Course I’ve been countin’ the fuckin’ days. Kinda hard not to when you get me all riled up then blue ball me every damn time we get a moment together.” 

Husk lets out a chuckle, the sound deep and husky as it rumbles in his chest. “Don’t get me wrong baby doll, I want you too, but it’s good to give each other time.” 

Angel lets out another groan of frustration, it sure as hell didn’t help when he felt his own cock twitch in his shorts. The heat between them was palpable, having this strikingly handsome demon underneath him both entranced and downright infuriated him. “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that right?” He slumps against Husk, burying his head into his neck. 

Husk wraps an arm around Angel’s waist, holding him close. “Not gonna apologize for that.” Husk replied gruffly, nuzzling into Angel’s fluffy white hair with a small sigh. “I get it, you’re frustrated and wound up. But we can’t just jump headfirst into this shit, give it some time. You can do that, can’t you?”  “I guess… But it’s not stoppin' me from hating you right now.” Despite his words, one of his hands found its way to the top of his head, stroking the fur there to coax those rumbling purrs he enjoyed to hear so much. 

“You don’t mean that.” Husk says, and Angel can practically hear his smirk as his tail comes to wrap around his waist. 

Angel grumbled intelligibly against his neck, his voice muffled as he spoke up. “Where’s my cigarette?” 

“Went out a while ago.” 

He groans, “Yeah, I fuckin hate ya.”

Husk wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of yoga, far from it actually. He considered any form of physical exertion to be a nuisance, but when Charlie made the call, he knew better than to argue with the princess of Hell. 

It had been three weeks since Angel and Husk relationship took its turn. Husk had to admit it, begrudgingly so, that he was quite fond of the spider demon. That fondness grew more and more everyday, and he wasn’t too big in how his heart skipped a beat when he saw the other. He made the idea of yoga sound not half bad, in fact, he made all activities a bit better. 

Grumbling under his breath, he ambled down to the main lobby dressed in his usual black slacks and red bow tie with suspenders slung lazily over his shoulders; a far cry from whatever this ‘yoga attire’ nonsense was supposed to be. 

Although his golden eyes widened once he caught sight of Angel sitting on the couch and his chosen outfit for the occasion. He wore a tight tank top, pushing his already prominent chest of fur up, and his tight black shorts barely covered his ass. It was an unapologetic display of pure sin that left little to the imagination. For a moment, all coherent thought fled Husk’s mind as he openly gawked at him. 

Husk was the who was holding off sex with Angel, but fuck, was it not easy. Not when he looked like that, a pink-eyed beauty that was constantly begging for more. 

He sauntered over to Angel, his thumbs hooked underneath his suspenders. “Fuck me sideways,” He mutters, a predatory glint in his eye. “Yoga classes ain’t exactly my thing, but I’m willing to suffer through it just for the view.” 

His words were more bark than bite though as an amused grin curled up on Husk’s lips while appreciating how Angel owned up to his provocative style unabashedly. As irritating as their teasing game has become lately, he couldn’t deny that it made things interesting around here. 

Angel’s lips pull up into a smirk. He stretches out languidly, purposefully accentuating his perfect curves and arching his back. This damn demon… 

“That so Husky?” Angel purrs out, leaning forward, all four arms resting along his thigh with a flirtatious smile on his face. “Good ta know, because I would love some help with the poses.” 

Husk absentmindedly licked his lips, staring down at the younger demon like he was sizing up his meal. He didn’t realize everyone around was staring at them until he heard the sound of Charlie awkwardly clearing her throat.

He brings his attention towards the princess, crossing his arms with a frown on his lips. Once she had everyone’s eyes on her, she clasped her hands together. 

“Alright guys! I sure hope you're as excited as me to have some yoga fun!” She exclaimed excitedly. “Let’s all get to our mats and start with something simple.” 

He looked back at Angel as he got up from the couch, their gazes fixated on each other as they both made their way towards a mat. Let the game begin. It all started off with simple stretches and Husk haphazardly followed along. His gaze remained locked on Angel as he followed the movements with his lithe form, making Husk’s entire body buzz with need. 

He tries his best to stay on track, but as soon as Charlie moves to lead everyone to do the downward dog, Husk stops short, his head snapping towards Angel. He really wanted to see this. 

The spider demon turns his back towards him, looking back with half lidded eyes before easily getting into position. His eyes slightly widened, seeing that tight ass high in the air was making his cock twitch in his pants. It didn’t help when he seductively swayed his hips, it was like a siren's call, luring Husk into dangerous territory. 

His mind quickly fogged with desire, racing with so many thoughts, how good it would feel to pound into his tight ass, holding his hips in the air as Angel let out a string of beautiful noises. As the days pass, these thoughts become more and more intense and vivid. Angel was just so beautiful, yet he was such a damn tease, he wanted to rile him up, of course he did. That’s just who he was, and Husk loved it. 

Husk wanted to cross that line, grab Angel, pull him anywhere that was remotely private, to show him how crazy he drives him. Yet before he could take that step forward, something snapped within him, a flicker of sanity amidst the lusty haze. He couldn’t afford to lose control, not in front of everyone, not risk everything they have built between them thus far. He’s holding back for a reason, to show Angel that this was more than sex. 

Angel had to have known he was striking a cord with Husk, especially when he fell away from Charlie’s instructions, taking the liberty to do his own poses. He effortlessly moves to get on his back, locking eyes with Husk with a half lidded gaze. He hooks two hands underneath his thighs, the other two resting on the yoga mat below him. Husk watches with bated breath as he brings his knees up to his chest, putting himself on full display. 

“Ain’t this fun Husky?” He asks, batting his long lashes and feigning innocence. “Sure do love me some yoga.” 

God damn it. 

The way he contorts his body was downright sinful, and the heat deep within Husk burned. His tail swishes at his feet. With a frustrated growl, he takes a step forward, taking in that lustful gaze Angel gave him. His hands tremble at his side, itching to touch and possess what was so temptingly offered before him. 

Fuck consequences.

Fuck control.

All that mattered now was satisfying this insatiable hunger.

Although, thankfully before he could yank him up and drag him away, his self control snapped back in place like a tightly wound spring. He can’t, not now. He can wait, he has the will power. 

He grumbles underneath his breath, abruptly turning on his heels and walking out of the yoga session without another word. He needed a moment alone, preferably to rub one out, to keep his building desires under wraps. He can’t keep spiraling out of control like this, constantly towing on the edge. What made it even worse was that the session barely started and he already had to walk away.

“Goddamn spider…” He mumbles, heading over to one of the many bathrooms of the hotel. 

He was pushed to his limits by the spider, and he was sure Angel knew that too. He knew damn well what he was doing, entangling him in his web of seduction. He wanted him to break, to give in, yet Husk was too stubborn to give in. He was making a point, and he was going to stick to that. 

Although the sound of fast clicking heels hit his ears makes them twitch. 

“Husky, wait up!” He hears the sound of the one who was responsible for all of this, his fur standing up as he whipped his head back. He moved closer to Husk till they were mere inches apart. “Are ya alright?” He asks and Husk swears he can see a fleeting moment of panic in his eyes. “I just wanted ta have a little fun between us. Didn’t mean ta push ya like that.” 

The spider reached out, and the second Angel’s hand was on his arm, Husk spun around. His golden eyes burned with lust, the teasing game they have been playing all this time had him at wits end. 

In one swift motion, he reaches up to grab Angel by his shoulders and pushes him up against the nearest wall. 

“Didn’t mean to push me?” Husk repeats, his gravelly tone taking on a growl. “You knew exactly what you were doing Legs, don’t try to play coy. You just don’t get it, do you?”  

Angel’s eyes were wide and so utterly captivating. Husk doesn’t give Angel a chance to respond, claiming those sinful lips with his own. The kiss was a bit rougher than usual, raw desire prominent as Angel melts into the contact. 

He fell more and more for this damn demon every day, and he wanted nothing more than to claim him as his own so badly. He wanted him, all of him, every single damn inch. 

“Fuck…” Husk murmured between breathless kisses, each one more intense than the last. He buried one clawed hand in that soft fluffy hair while the other made purchase on his waist, pulling him closer with possession until there wasn’t an inch separating them. 

Angel purred into the kiss, his body sliding down the wall until he matched Husk's height. The older demon took the chance to press his thigh up between his legs firmly, enjoying that sweet muffled moan that left Angel. 

The spider demon pulled away for a deep breath, rolling his hips against Husk’s thigh with a look of satisfaction on his face, and Husk wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. 

“Mm, bein’ a lil rough, ain’t ya babycakes?” He purrs out, tilting his head to the side. “I’m not drivin’ ya insane, am I? Not lil ol Angel Dust.” 

“You’re pushing it doll,” He snarled, his erection now fully evident against Angel’s thigh, making no secret of how much he has been affected by this infuriatingly attractive creature. “But don’t you fucking dare think I won’t push back.” Without another word, he dove his head into the crook of his neck, attacking it with kisses, nips and licks of his long tongue. He drew out a throaty moan from Angel as he bucked against Husk’s leg. 

“Oh honey,” He moans. “You’re damn right you can push back.” 

“Fuck you…” He whispered hoarsely against Angel’s neck. 

“Please.” Angel replies back with ease. “C’mon baby, just give in. We’ve been doin’ this dance for three weeks. Making out, grindin’ on each other. Why don’t ya just fuck me?” 

There was that desperation, that tremor in Angel’s voice, he knew he wanted him bad, and Husk wanted to keep it that way just for a bit longer. 

Husk wasn’t one to be easily swayed. Years had hardened him, made him resistant to giving himself fully, especially when it came to matters of the heart. “Damn it all, Angel.” Husk growled, voice thick with restraint. “You know why I’m holding back.” He pulls away from his neck, staring deep into his eyes. “You’re not some piece of meat for me to fuck around with. I care about you too much for that.” His eyes flicked down between them, pausing for a moment before continuing in a softer tone, a rare glimpse into the vulnerability hidden within his gruff exterior. 

“You deserve more than just a quick fuck from me… You deserve someone who sees you for who you truly are,” He lets out a sigh. “And until I can give you that, until I can offer you everything, I won’t take advantage of what we have.” 

He watches intently as Angel’s eyes widen, a mixture of surprise and frustration evident in those pink orbs he finds so pretty. Angel then lets out a long groan, his head hitting against the wall behind him. 

“Ugh, Husk!” Angel exclaimed in exasperation. 

There was a silence between them for a moment, and Husk kept his eyes trained on his gorgeous face as his eyelids slid close, taking in deep breaths. 

After a moment, he opens them, a softness in his eyes that tugged at Husk’s heart. “Ya’know…” He begins, letting out a breathless chuckle. “For someone who is such an old grump, you sure are sappy.” 

Although slightly offended to receive such a title as this one, a small chuckle resonated from him. The thick sexual tension in the air seemed to ease away from Angel’s light heartedness. 

Angel, who looked ever so beautiful, brought his hand up to Husk’s cheek, running through his fur before settling at the base of his neck. “Ya win, again,” He gives a roll of his eyes, yet his tone still holds a note of affection. “We’ll hold off a bit longer. But I can’t promise I’ll make it easy on ya.” He fluidly rolls his hips against his leg, making sure that Husk felt that straining bulge in his shorts. 

His grip tightens on Angel, a desperate attempt to keep himself grounded. “You damn well know I can handle it.” Angel snorted in response and Husk’s jaw clenched, both of them knowing all too well that all control almost slipped out of his grasp today.

Husk lets out a sigh, leaning forward to press his face against his shoulder. “But Satan fucking help me…” He groaned pitifully against Angel’s fur, teeth grazing lightly over as if he was marking his territory. “... If I don’t find myself wanting nobody else but you.”

He feels the spider demon stiffen in his hold and Husk understood, if he wasn’t so pent up he would probably try to play it off, throw in an insult to lighten the confession that was just as heavy as any other. 

Soon enough, Angel relaxes and four arms wrap securely around him. “You’re such a dummy,” He says barely above a whisper. Husk grunts out in response, bringing his head up to nuzzle his cheek against Angel, both a sign of affection and scenting. 

Before the enchanting demon was able to get out another word, the sound of his phone blowing up with a series of notifications stopped him in his tracks. Husk pulls back, his gaze hardening as he watches the other pull out his phone, a somber look etched across his features. 

“Looks like I gotta get to work…” Angel sighs out, pushing a hand into his hair. 

Husk’s ears twitched and his tail flicked in irritation. Val always had to ruin everything, didn’t he? 

With one last lingering look filled with longing, Husk took a step back. “Be careful out there, and don’t let that bastard get under your skin too much today.”

Angel nods his head, smoothing his hair out. “‘Course not.” He forces a smile, pushing himself off the wall. “Be good for me, kitty cat, don’t go scratching the furniture.” He scratches the underneath of his chin, and Husk finds himself chasing after the retracting hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” He gruffly says, yet there was a small smile on his lips as he watched Angel take his leave. “See you later.” 

Once the spider demon was out of sight, he huffed out a sigh. He leans up against the wall, a clawed finger hooking underneath his suspenders as he pondered over what he said just moments ago. 

Shit, he really was a sap. 

[tim-shii]

DAMN I LOVE YOUR ITOSHI SIBLINGS FIC SO MUCH ❤️ TOO MUCH CUTENESS, especally when baby key call her brothers 'nii-chan' ❤️❤️❤️ Imagine baby kei ask both her 'nii-chan' for some 'siblings quality times' together, and both sae and rin cant say 'no' to baby kei despite their 'relationship' ❤️❤️

a/n: aa tysm for saying that omg i love kei shes the best ever 🫶 this request is so fun to write hshdhah live laugh love itoshi brothers ‼️ not beta 😣 baby itoshi is named kei ofc ,, this is like a part two to the baby itoshi fic i wrote on my old acc but u can read it separately dw enjoy reading mwamwa

rewatching football matches isn't new to itoshi rin. as a player for the national team, he gave himself the responsibility of analyzing and observing the opponent's tactics in order to think of possible plays that would shut them down. 

thirty minutes into the game, rin can't help but furrow his brows. the most skilled player on the team is about to make a goal that got the team the first half of the match. concentration was written on his face, completely focused and silent. there he is, reeling back his feet, about to shoot the ball in the goal. soft patters on the floor echoed in the loving, but rin was too focused on the game to notice. 

taps on his knee caught his attention. looking down at kei who just woke up, hair a mess, blanket in one hand and a plushie clutched to her chest. "good morning you gremlin. 'ya had a nice nap?" said rin as he picked her up and settled her on the couch beside him, pinching her cheek gently after.

"can we play with sae-nii today?" kei yawned, small fists rubbing her eyes. her brother froze, mouth agape, unsure what to say. how does he tell his three year old sister that her brothers have a strained relationship with each other and can't even stand being in the same room for one minute.

"what if he's busy?" rin tries to reason. god forbid he'll have to spend an entire day with sae. kei looked away, huffing grouchily. "but he said he's free today. he told ma yesterday."

oh great, they've talked the day before. "but what if i'm busy?" 

"rin-nii doesn't do anything but soccer. what are you busy about?" sometimes he hates how kei, his sweet little sister, is so blunt with her words. but because she's cute, rin decides that he'll let this one slide. 

realizing that he's playing a losing game, he had no choice but to nod at her. pursing his lips in a forced smile, rin nodded to kei. "how about you go pick out your outfit today while i go ask him?"

"yay!"

itoshi sae, the prodigy of japan and a valuable gem in the soccer world, rarely gets days off. instead of resting, he would rather spend his time practicing alone in the field. however because of a promise he made yesterday, his cleats are left alone in his locker. 

itoshi sae has been glaring at his phone for three minutes. getting calls is a rare occurrence for him. other than the calls his manager makes and the spam calls he gets from a certain demon, his phone stays silent most of the time. 

so why is his brother, the one whose last decent conversation with him was before he left for spain, calling him on a random tuesday morning. before he could answer the call, the ringing stopped, quickly followed by pings.

itoshi rin

'meet us at xxx' 

'kei wants to see you'

'don't be late'

an amusement park. of course, of all places in the world, in japan, kei would pick out the amusement park. sae doesn't necessarily hate the place, he just deems it too bright and … bright.

"sae-nii!" kei ran towards him, immediately hugging his legs. rin follows behind, a small pink bag hung over his shoulder. if the two brothers made eye contact, they certainly didn't make it obvious. silently handing the bag over to sae, rin ruffles kei's hair. "okay you gremlin, nii-chan's here. i'm gonna go now."

"where are you going?" kei frowned at him. "i thought we're all gonna play together?" 

if rin was thinking about leaving, now he was not. one look at kei's sad face is enough to trigger all phases of guilt he'll experience if he chooses to walk away. "but i'm busy, kei." 

the two brothers were staring intently at their youngest sister, observing her every expression. once they noticed the trembling of her lips and the tears starting to pool around her eyes, telepathically, the brothers made a temporary truce to try and get along today. 

"rin's just gonna go buy the tickets, kei. he's not leaving, right rin?" sae picked her up, patting her back as he stared at rin, silently telling him to play along and just get the tickets.

"right. c'mon don't cry, i'll be back with the tickets and we'll go to your favorite rides." 

kei's eyes seemed to sparkle at that. "all of them?" 

"of course, kei. i saw a dango stand, let's go get one." sae steered away, ending the conversation before they agreed to more of kei's ideas. rin turned away, too, after waving at kei, to walk to the booth and purchase the tickets.

sae and rin may not get along due to their contrasting ideals and dreams but for their little sister, they'll always be willing to set aside their 'strained relationship'. after all, her happiness will never not be important for both of the brothers.

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[fakesimp]

Submission and Obedience

Warning !

Mild Nsfw ; Surprise <3 ; Established Relationship

!! MINORS DNI !!

A/n !

Aha. Whimpering men.

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Vox Akuma

Let's see, this demon.

He does whimper but it's kinda low, he's more towards low growls and grunts.

Vox Akuma, despite him showing off his chest, I can imagine how sensitive his chest is going to be, especially his nipples.

Vox will definitely shiver under your feather like touch, touch him from his neck, slowly down towards his lower stomach, I can guarantee you will earned a soft groan and a little bit of low whine escaped from his lips.

Do you remember when he said he's a sucker for Neck kisses? Also kisses from his chest down to his stomach too? Damn this man will definitely melt into you when you kiss him exactly where I said he loved it.

Hmm, I don't think, this man favors much in both receiving and giving bite marks specifically, but hickeys are a yes from him, both giving and receiving.

Suck on his nipples.

Low grunts and small gasps filled throughout the room you shared with the voice demon, what happened exactly?

Your beloved voice Demon, underneath you, his kimono messily splayed out on the bed, you're on his lap, him laying down on the bed watching you.

"Haa, hmh.., you're enjoying th- gh!-" He stopped mid sentence as soon as he felt you pumping his already sensitive cock once again, "Fuck- PleaSE-!" His body spasmed as his hand flies over to your thigh, while the other to your hand, preventing you to move your hand

You click your tongue as you push his hands away, "Hands off Akuma." You scowled. He moved his hands away, as he tried to catch his breath you continue your onslaught on his cock.

Earning a high pitched whine from him, you glance towards him, amused. "Hmm, I see how it is" you chimed at him as you pump his cock faster, his body by instinct moved to the side, trying to escape your grasp, "Sth- grh!- op-" He choked out a moan as you grab his cock tightly making him went back down again his body arched and his handa desperately grabbed onto the pillow.

"Stopstop- nonono- fuckfuckfuck I'm close!-" His body spasmed so hard as he came once more, "Grh..! Haa.. fuck.." He sighed as his body still spasmed ever so slightly.

"Good job Vox" You praised him as you leaned closer to him, giving him a peck before you started kissing his neck, leaving a mark.

"Hmm, leaving a mark on me?"

"Shut up, I know you like it"

"You know me too well Love"

Luca Kaneshiro

This man.

He let out high pitched whimper and whines.

Luca Kaneshiro, definitely have a sensitive chest. Very sensitive, and him showing it off like that. Don't that make you just want to do things on his chest? Fufu~

Kiss his chest, he'll definitely whine for you.

Luca also have a sensitive nipples, same like the voice demon

Luca doesn't mind getting tied up, he definitely looks pretty in shibari, perhaps red shibari, it's looks so good on him.

Put a blindfold on him, he's definitely even more sensitive than he already is

This man begs. Lol.

Luca, sitting on the bed, being pretty with the shibari circling around his torso, his eyes getting covered with a blindfold.

You sat across him, watching him starting to get fidgety in the silence, he can feel your stare on him even with the blindfold, he can feel your eyes burning into him.

His breath started to get shaky, "U, um babe?" He stuttered out, "Hm?" You replied with a hum. You can see he perked up when he heard your voice, "I, I thought you really left me" he tried to crawl towards where he thought you are, you stared at him in awe as you see him crawling on the bed.

You finally decided to approached him after, who knows how long you've left him on the bed. He flinched slightly when he felt your touch, but then he melt into into your arms. He gently shook his head on your stomach, "Please" he begged as he moved closer to you.

"Touch me" he whispered, you slide your hand towards his cheek, sliding your thumb into his mouth. Earning a whine from him, "Pl- ah- pleaseplease, I'll- nngh- be g, good.." he pleaded as you pull your thumb out of his mouth.

Your finger slides down from his neck down to his chest, mindlessly drawing shapes. But then without a warning you pull on his shibari, making him whimper.

"Oh Luca, ..I wonder what's gonna happen if I put a leash on you baby"

"Mmh... I, I'll.. obey you..? I, I don't kno- Ghk!- S, Stop pulling, please!-"

"Hm~ cutie, we only just started"

Ike Eveland

Beautiful voice.

High pitched whines and choked moans from him

Sensitive ears and neck, maybe his lower back too, also thighs.

Neck kisses with him, definitely will results in him melting into your arms

Leave marks on his inner thighs, or trail kisses on his inner thighs, he's going to be all shaky and begging for you

For what you ask? I'll leave that to your imagination.

Blow Ike's ear, you'll earn a whimper escaping his lips, making him all cute and flustered.

Ike Eveland, is quite bratty on bed.

So make sure you let him know his place.

Ike's hands are cuffed behind him, not letting him touch you nor himself, his clothes are long gone on the floor, his neck have a collar that's attached to a leash.

You're pulling on his leash, as you finger his hole. Earning choked moans from him, followed with a small whines from him. You leaned your face closer to his ear, "You're being such a bad boy today Ikey" you growled, and you felt him tightening around your fingers.

Making you let out a mocking chuckle, "Oh? You liked to be punished that bad? Isn't punishments are not to be enjoyable?" You pulled out your fingers, making him whimpering over the loss of pleasure, "P, please.." he pleaded as he shake his hips slightly. Trying to feel your fingers again, but you didn't indulge into his wishes.

"Do you think you deserve to feel pleasure ike?" You asked as you start nibbling on his earlobe, his breath is starting to get shaky, his body slowly leaning back against you, "I'm, I'm sorry, ...please, forgive me" he pleaded once again.

He let out soft gasps when he felt your lips on his shoulder, softly nibbling on them as you slowly went down to his back. Trailing kisses down from his shoulder, to his back, downwards to his lowerback.

Making him shaking all over, shaking in anticipation.

"Be a good boy for me, stay still"

"Mmmnh.. o, okay.."

"Good boy.."

Shu Yamino

Haha,

This man whimper, yes, and also letting out soft gasps

His hands, his palm to be exact are sensitive. How you may ask? Feather like touch on his palm, will make his whole body tremble.

Shu Yamino have sensitive nape, you know, the back of his neck where he always cover them with his hair.

Kiss the nape, not only he will let out a shaky breath, his body will jolt into pleasure, anticipation without him realizing it

Kiss his palm and lick his fingers, you'll have flustered, stuttering Shu.

Shu Yamino does a lot with his hands, his sorcery, playing games. God you see how he plays Valorant? Like what in the actual??

He's good with his hands, but they're very sensitive.

You're just kissing his hands but his body is already twitching like crazy, he instinctively tried to pull his hands away when he felt your hot tongue slides in between his fingers. Making him let out a soft gasp, and whine the moment you grip your hand tighter on his wrist.

"Hnn.." his eyes staring at you, as you're calmly continuing your onslaught on your Beloved' Sorcerer's hand, "B, Babe please.." he stuttered as his body flinched when he felt you nibbling on his finger.

"Shh.. I know you can handle it" You coo at him as you start pushing him down to the bed, earning a soft gasp from him. "Ah- w, what are you going to do?" He asked shyly as he watches you do your thing on top of him.

"Hm? Curious are we?" You coo at him, making him flushed red, "I- nGhi-!?" His voice cracked when he felt you sank your teeth on his shoulder out of the blue.

"Hmm~" You hummed in satisfaction as you kiss the bite mark you left on him, "Hnng.." He whined a bit when you poke the mark. "That, ..hurts" he pouts slightly, his breath hitched when he felt you grab his wrist again.

"Oh Shu, ..if only by that it hurts you so much, How will you last for the next few hours?"

"T, The next few hours-?! Mnnnh!-"

"Hmm~ Yes, the next few hours, You didn't think we stopped here did you?"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

I see most of the votes are going for number 5, it is amusing how many of y'all are down for men who whimpers.

[moving-asfateentertwines]

Spreading the Rotxo x Spider agenda

Listen they're buddies

Rotxo has no clue what the hell he's supposed to do with this little demon when he shows up after Three Brothers Rock but he keeps showing up and he's actually kind of cool

He's like Lo'ak but slightly calmer?? He'll dive headfirst off the cliffs but he'll also sunbathe for 3 hours and that's the energy he needs

At first, their relationship is sorta tense; Lo'ak gave them a run for their money the first time they tried the mean girl routine but a few still try to pick on Spider

Seeing his siblings band around him and he himself attempt to bite and claw his way out of it is sort of his introduction to the group

(aka that's when he realizes they're cool, Kiri dragged Spider with them about a half hour after they got settled)

Meanwhile Spider lowkey thinks Rotxo is a little bitch tbh, it takes until Rotxo punches a guy for him to separate him from Ao'nung at all

Once they start actually talking its game over

Rotxo falls first but Spider falls harder

Spider grew up with absolutely 0 belief that anyone would ever be romantically interested in him and so he never really paid that stuff any mind

So when Rotxo tentatively offers him a courting gift, he has literally no clue why everyone is freaking out cause they're just bros???

But Kiri insists on braiding the little beads into the front of his hair and Rotxo damn near goes down when he sees his gift accepted

Listen he acts all big and tough but he's a big damn softie

Homie is a marshmallow

His next gift was a pair of woven gloves that honestly are absolute crap cause Na'vi don't normally need them but Jake may have quietly dropped that it could help Spider with riding

because yes, Jake is in on it and dammit he needs to make up for the lost Dad time

Spider thinks they're the shit and starts trying to make more pairs. At first, Rotxo thinks his weren't good enough until an even shittier pair ends up on his Marui in the morning

Kiri eventually sits Spider down to be like ",,, you know how na'vi courting is...right??"

But he thinks she is trying to get him to notice his feelings for Rotxo (which she is) and court him (she groaned so loud the birds flew away)

So they both start attempting to court the other, not realizing that the other already is

It isn't until Tsireya sits them down 3 months in and sounds it out for them that they realize anything

At that point though they just settle into a courtship filled with competition

Cause now someone needs to win

Gifts, lessons, help, etc fly between them to everyone's amusement and frustration

Eventually, Rotxo gets a little too confident and gets him a blend of herbs from Ronal that is not human safe and that's when they finally have to call it quits (Spider is adamant that almost killing your boyfriend means he won)

Rotxo is the second person that Spider tells what happened to him in his captivity

(Kiri was the first, they spent hours one night lamenting everything that happened with their feet in the water)

Unlike Kiri, Rotxo had no idea what the sky people are capable of

It's he who finally gets Spider to tell the Sullys, Tonowari, and Norm what happened

Rotxo trains him with Neteyam to get Spider's strength back up, trying to help him regain his abilities from before and feel capable again

Spider never really got real lessons on much of anything, it was all that Neteyam and Lo'ak taught him after Jakes lessons or the few times he snuck with them on a hunt

So his fighting style is a weird mix of instinct, forest techniques, and the military skills he picked up in Bridgehead

Rotxo thinks its hot lowkey but Ao'nung and Tonowari decide he needs real training

(Especially if he's gonna be a part of their clan someday)

Thoughts??? I have many

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Pretend to Be Desirable

A volleyball player and an idol have to pretend to date. It should be fine… right?

Yaku x gn!reader

“You’ll be presenting a relationship together.” His publicist stated, no room for debate. “We need to give off the impression that there’s a romantic appeal to both of you, it’ll help merchandising sales and boost your popularity with fans.”

“I’m not really sure I understand.” You offered, he ignored the adorably confused pout that was already forming in your face, “Me, I get. I sing a lot about love, yada yada. But why does he need this?”

The publicist sighed, and so did your agent, “I hear you don’t spend a lot of time on social media.” You shook your head no, “Well, one of his high school teammates, someone up and coming in the fashion model world, has shared some… let’s say concerning memories about his behavior back then. It makes him seem unapproachable. To counteract that he needs to be portrayed as capable of holding a relationship.”

“So we just… pretend to date. I look desirable to fans, Y/N looks like their songs are written from their experience. I got that right?” Yaku was annoyed that it was Lev of all people that landed him in this meeting. He wanted to get back to training, the entire team was convinced he was in trouble right now. He was not looking forward to the teasing he would get when he put those rumors to bed.

“Yes.” Your agent nodded, ���But it is also important that neither your team, nor Y/N’s band know that it isn’t real.”

Your brow furrowed further, “I can’t tell them?”

Yaku sighed, “I understand why I can’t tell the team. Miya and Bokuto don’t exactly scream ‘I can keep a secret’ when they open their big mouths every chance they get.”

You chuckled, suddenly not looking nearly as confused, “I see why my guitarist calls you prickly.”

He rolled his eyes, giving you a smirk, “That teammate used to refer to me as ‘demon-senpai’.”

“Aw!” You laughed harder, almost clapping your hands in your amusement, “That’s actually kinda cute.”

He absolutely did not blush, looking back at his publicist, “I’m ready to pretend to be desirable. Do you have a backstory or do we make that up?”

“It’s yours to decide. But it needs to be public knowledge for the next six months, so assuming neither of you have an ex or one night stand that might show up, you’ll want to plan an amount of time that made you okay to go public.” She shrugged, standing from her desk, “My office is yours while you work it out. We’ve already sent word to the athletic trainer that you’re here because Y/N is going to be performing at a charity match we’ve arranged for the team. When you make the announcement to them, they’ll think that you were informed separately because that’s the type of information partners share with each other.”

Without another word, the two of them disappeared out the door, and you immediately spun your wheelie chair around.

“Wheeeeeeeee!” Yaku was not a soft person, why did he want to smile at your antics? Your chair suddenly stopped, face to face with him, “Ready to make up some shit?”

Walking into the gym, Yaku was not prepared. He really should’ve been, he played with or against damn near everyone here since high school, but he wasn’t. Well actually… he was prepared to be unprepared. Miya was first, because he just had to be.

“Yaku, why didn’t ya tell us ya had some love in yer life?”

“Didn’t realize it was your business.” Yaku rolled his eyes, just knowing it was going to be a long practice.

Aran patted his shoulder, “He doesn’t have to share things he doesn’t want to, Atsumu.”

“But we’re a team, ain’t we?”

“Which performer are they?” Hinata jumped around excitedly, “Iwa couldn’t tell us.”

Shit, he probably should’ve asked, huh?

“We’re called Little Future.” Yaku spun around, seeing you enter the gym with a gleaming happiness, “Hey… darling?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, what’s up?” Dear god, they both sounded so stiff.

You held up a bento, “I made you lunch! Meant to give it to you during the meeting, but you know how I get.” He jogged over to you, hoping to end the interaction quickly. The less time you spent with the team the better.

“‘Little Future’? Sounds kinda… pessimistic, don’t it?”

“Big word for you, Miya.” Sakusa rolled his eyes, nodding at you when you glanced over.

Aran raised his hands as the two of them started arguing, “Hey now, no fighting. Miya, be a bit nicer. That’s your teammate’s partner and they are doing a free show for charity. They don’t deserve the disrespect.”

“Thank you, uh?”

“Aran Ojiro, team captain.” You shook his hand as it was offered, introduction on the tip of your tongue as a voice called out to you.

“Y/N?” Turning you saw a friend from high school, someone you hadn’t seen much of since idol training started.

“Iwaizumi?” Your eyes went wide, rushing over to pull him into a hug, “It’s so weird seeing you without the annoying brunette cutting in!” You spun around, suddenly feeling on high alert, “He isn’t here, is he?”

“No,” Iwa laughed, “Oikawa plays in Argentina these days.”

Heaving a sigh of relief, you grinned, “Good, some ocean between us.”

“What’s up between you and the Great King?”

“Hinata, no one calls him that.” Iwa sighed, but the orange haired boy wasn’t deterred, looking at you with wide curious eyes.

You hummed, elbow propping on Iwa’s shoulder like you used to in school, “Hard to tell. Could’ve been when I had to lend Iwa class notes and he thought I was a member of his fan club. Could’ve been when I gave Makki and Mattsun tickets to a show and he spent three days blowing up my phone about why I didn’t send one for him- I finally had to threaten to change my number that time. Could’ve been when I received a confession on Valentines Day our third year and he had assumed I brought it to confess to him.” Iwa didn’t look bothered by his best friend’s old antics, only offering you a chuckle before he was introducing the team. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed when he made it to Kageyama, “You’re the kid that used to drive him nuts! The one that was better than him, right?”

Iwa nodded, grinning broadly as he nudged your shoulder under their scrutinizing gaze, completely ignoring the boy going pink in the face with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, “Remember the other guy he used to complain about? The one that always beat us to go to Nationals?”

“My guitarist actually went there! But honestly who could forget ‘yOu ShOuLd HaVe CoMe tO sHiRaToRiZaWa’?” You asked, making a face like you were being put out.

“That’s the guy.” He pointed to Ushijima.

“No. Way.” You excitedly hugged the tower of a man, even though he just awkwardly patted you on the back in return. “Semi is gonna flip when I tell him I finally met you.”

Iwa looked at you curiously as you continued to talk to the team, glanced at Yaku, and then spoke directly to Aran, “Let me borrow Yaku for a moment, I need to speak to him and Y/N about the training they’ve been doing together.”

“Oooh, training, huh?~”

“Literally fuck off, Miya.” Yaku rubbed his forehead, following the two of you to Iwa’s office.

Leaning against his desk rather than sitting down, Iwa crossed his arms over his chest and quirked a brow, “So, how long are you stuck faking this?”

Yaku almost choked on his spit, but you pouted, “Couldn’t you at least pretend I could fool you, Hajime?”

“Never once have you pulled it off, so no.” He chuckled, directing his gaze to Yaku, “What’s your story for a meet cute?”

“Train.” You offered, no longer looking as bothered that he figured you out so fast. “I figured I’d see his Team Japan sweats and strike up a conversation.”

He nodded, “Knowing you there’d be questions of what sport he plays before bonding over mutual players you both knew, yeah?”

“You got it.” Yaku nodded, he really wished they didn’t need to keep going over the details again as he watched the two of you talk. He didn’t need the reminder that he could never actually get someone like you to fall for him. He’s only known you a few hours, but he saw the way the team had already fallen for your charms. Kuroo used to tell him that people needed to grow used to him, his temper, his tendencies, something about him could always send people running to avoid him. In school it didn’t matter, he had dreams to achieve. Now he just wished someone could look at him and think maybe he was worth it.

Unfortunately, his traitorous heart had the sudden desire for that to be you, part of him glad he could spend the next six months pretending it was.

But as he looked at you and his athletic trainer, Yaku had an unsettling thought. How did he feel like the third wheel in his own fake relationship?

A month had passed in the blink of an eye- with it the charity show where you performed in his alternate jersey while your band wore fan versions of some teammates, and then two months were gone, before suddenly you were halfway through the timeframe you’d been given and life had become a different normal.

“Morisuke!”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, no longer surprised to see you visiting the gym during their breaks in training. Some days you brought him lunch, some days the two of you went out for a quick ‘date’ to be seen by the public. It left an aching in his chest how easily you fell into a familiarity with him and with his team, offering high fives and greetings as you raced over to give him a hug. Ignoring the flush that wanted to erupt in his face, shoving down the fuzzy feeling he got as you kissed his cheek, he directed his attention to you. Your enthusiasm was captivating, something about an upcoming show you had and he was nodding along before suddenly you were thrusting some kind of pieces of card paper into his hands. Tickets. “I think I counted enough out- one for each member of the team, there should even be a couple extra. I can get more if anyone has a significant other, but some would just bring each other, right?”

He chuckled, so you had noticed that, huh? “This is really generous, Y/N. Are you sure you’re allowed to do it?”

You frowned, confusion in your eyes, “Why wouldn’t I be? I bought the tickets.”

His eyes widened, “You bought all these!?”

“Of course,” you blinked, wide and innocent, and so damn beautiful, “I can’t take away the revenue that my musicians or the staff would get from them by using my connections to get them for free, but I can give them to you guys with no charge.”

He’d have to be blind to miss the way half his teammates were not-so-subtly eavesdropping, some of them had never heard your music before they found out the two of you were ‘dating’, but now it was like they couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t get enough. Always had it playing, playlists made of your albums were all over his phone. He’d give a lot to see you perform live again. Heaving a sigh, he nodded, finally taking the tickets you were still pressing into his grasp, “Yeah, okay, I’m sure these idiots will appreciate the effort.”

“What about you?” The question sounded like a joke, your smile and glittering eyes enforcing that, but something in your eyes made him think you weren’t sure how he’d feel about it.

He gave you a smirk, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, I appreciate it, too.”

You didn’t like him, not the way he liked you, but he was able to pretend the affection was real instead of staged as your smile lit up your face and you pressed another kiss to his cheek.

When the team found out you had a televised interview coming, Iwa invited them over to watch- which is how Yaku found himself surrounded by a bunch of grown men crowding a living room. He didn’t understand why they were so invested- he knew he had to watch, regardless that he wanted to, in case anything you mentioned in it was something he needed to know as your boyfriend. But they didn’t have the same stakes in it. You honestly just had them under a spell. He knew some of the players had unwittingly developed crushes on you, and he couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt him when the facade ended and you decided to move on. He would hate seeing one of them pursue you.

The interview started before he could spiral down that train of thought. (Again). He watched as you were asked about your music, influences, inspiration.

Eventually you mentioned his name. It wasn’t a surprise to him, not really, this was part of the plan. You needed to play up your ‘relationship’ for the fans.

But as a question left the interviewers lips, he could also see the way you froze and tried to play it off with a stiff chuckle, “I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

She didn’t seem phased, waving her hand to dismiss the apology, “I asked how your current partner differs from ones you’ve had before.”

Your brow furrowed, hardly noticeable to anyone but him since he had spent weeks learning you, as you tried to process what was being asked, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I follow you. Are you just asking about venturing out a usual type?”

“I’ll simplify,” something in her smile turned almost poisonous, like she was catching you in the wrong, “I have sources that informed me that before your idol training you dated a man named Matsukawa Issei. And you had a brief courtship with fashion designer Azumane Asahi. The differences between them and the man you claim as your current partner are very noticeable.”

You scoffed, the sunny disposition they knew you to have falling away. Yaku had seen this happen before, when ‘fans’ would interrupt your public outings together to offend one of you by saying the other deserved better. But he knew this would shock the team, and more than that he wanted to see how you’d respond. Your polite posture shifted, almost making a combative stance in your seat as you leveled a look at the woman across from you and she seemed to realize her mistake, “I never had a courtship with Azumane Asahi. We were and are only friends, we consistently shut down rumors there was any romantic angle to the relationship between us. As for Matsukawa Issei, as you so graciously pointed out, that was before idol training. We were still in high school, we were kids. We had thought our friendship could be more, and we were wrong. He’s still a close friend of mine.”

Clearing her throat, she still tried to maintain her original point, “You haven’t addressed the actual question.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued, “Your actual question was trash, but fine. The two men in question that you’ve mentioned are fairly tall. You want to address the difference between them and Yaku- fine. He’s on the shorter side, but so what?”

“It raises the question of how he caught your attention.” She offered, judgmental eyebrow raised.

“Maybe because he didn’t expect anything after giving garbage.” You shot back, Yaku could imagine your agent was frantically trying to shut the footage down as soon as your demeanor had shifted, but the producer didn’t seem to be budging as the camera kept rolling. “Yaku- Morisuke didn’t pursue me. I pursued him. I knew a high school friend of mine had applied for the national team, so when I saw him in his team sweats I struck up a conversation. It wasn’t meant to lead to where it did.” Suddenly there was a soft look in your eye, and he had to question how you could fake it so easily, but you were already speaking, “I never intended to develop feelings when I met him, but his height doesn’t factor into that in any way. He’s strong and he’s smart and he’s friendlier than people give him credit for and he’s supportive even when he doesn’t know exactly what I’m talking about. Yeah, he’s short. But he’s my short king. That’s all anyone really needs to know.”

He didn’t pay as much attention as the woman tried to regain control of the interview, only noticing that you called it short before they were cutting to commercial.

He didn’t notice when Iwa took the seat next to him.

Until the man spoke.

“You still think it’s fake?”

He jumped, head jerking to look at him, “I have no idea what you mean.”

Iwa rolled his eyes, “Y/N has never been able to fool me. I know when something is fake, when they’re lying. You’ve seen how they get when someone they care about is insulted. You really think that was play acting?”

“Only for a couple more months.”

Sighing, the athletic trainer patter the libero on the shoulder, “You can’t fool me either, you know that, right? Just admit how you feel.”

Yaku would sooner tell Lev that he wasn’t that bad at receives than tell you he had feelings for you he shouldn’t have.

As in: never.

When the six month deadline hit, Yaku had a sour feeling in his gut. He didn’t want you to become a stranger. Posed dates and staged sleepovers could end, fine. He could live with that. But he didn’t want to go back to never seeing you. He didn’t want to hear your name later, or see advertising for a Little Future show, and have to look back on memories of you rather than send you a text to hang out.

You were uncharacteristically quiet, sitting in the same wheelie chair as before, and he would’ve given up the dream of keeping in touch just to see you smile as you spun around again. But you were stiff. Like you didn’t want this to happen…

Did you not want this to happen?

Yaku couldn’t even listen as they talked, too busy analyzing your body language, until he found the words spitting out like vomit interrupting them.

“Y/N, you wanna catch a movie tonight? Maybe dinner?”

You blinked, shifting to look at him, “You… you wanna go out? Like a date?”

He shrugged, “Not like a date. A date. End the fake relationship, maybe start a real one?”

Yaku wasn’t one to lay things out in the line. But even as he held his breath, just waiting for your answer, he couldn’t feel a single regret lingering on his mind.

Especially when the bright and sunny smile bloomed across your face, grasping his hand in both of yours as you laughed, “Looks like someone doesn’t have to pretend to be desirable anymore.”

Dealing with Iwa’s cocky proven right attitude would be worth this.

Masterlist

[asterjennifer]

@sketchyy-pencil-blog on Tumblr

Blow

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: SE Saeran & Vanderwood (X reader)

Category: Light Angst (Comfort)

Warnings: X

Word count: 27398

Summary: A good heart to heart talk about feelings can open new doors for discovery.

To Saeran, Vanderwood knows surprisingly much about this type of relationship problem.

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“Tsk... Ah, this is so dumb.” 

He mumbled into the plastic of the vaporizer. Why again did Zen gifted it to him after mentioning the interest of many flavours they could be filled up with instead of a normal cigarette, which smelled just awful altogether.

At least it's strawberry…

The thought came through by utter annoyance. That frustration clinging to his back much like the demons in his head staying stuck. He sighed the smoke out; less of a headache than dealing with the whole group of charity lovers and one specific member in particular.

Why did I agree to this in the first place.

A mental image of his older twin brother flashed in front of the tired, ocean colored eyes. Of course he's aware what the reasons had been upfront; it's not as if anyone lied about their intentions.

Not these people… He thought bitter. I'm the outcast here and not them. Goddamn it.

Another intake of the electrical smoke and his gaze followed the stream of the river that's pulling through the entire city of their hometown. At night the stars, moon, even the lantern lights on the sides of the bridge reflected right back. A play of light to count the amount double at late hours.

“Here you are, boy.”

The voice behind didn't surprise him in the slightest. He'd known if Saeoyung wouldn't have come himself, he would absolutely sent out someone else to check on his brother. Some things never changed.

“What do you want.”

He blowed his breath unimpressed, feeling the presence behind him cross arms over his broad chest. Vanderwood eyed the other redhead skeptically, although he's doing nothing but leaning against the bridge of the river in peace.

“You fucked off as soon as she came in. So I figured I make sure you don't get depressed all alone.”

Saeran's left eye flinched by the words, or rather the exposure.

So Saeoyung didn't sent him. Am I being pampered by this whole organization now? I thought he's not caring about it anyway…

His shoulders tensed slightly and released themselves once the other joined next to him on the ice cold railing. Saeran watched out of the corner of his eye how Vanderwood joined on the train, yet pulled out a normal package of cigarettes in contrast.

“You know, boy…”

He started as he placed it between his lips while looking for the lighter.

“You can hide all you want. Ain't helping you running from whatever's going on.”

The redhead rolled his eyes at the advice. His arms were slacking over the metal, whether it's the cool of the night or the light wind passing through; if it's just a breeze at best. Saeran couldn't feel by how long he's already out. It was unnoticed. After a growl from Vanderwood having trouble get the fire on, he leaned in to watch the night sky as well. 

At least he's not going on my nerves…

Saeran briefly looked at his vaporizer. Wondering what's more unhealthy in the end of the day. Both wouldn't be good either way, it really didn't matter.

“Are you like,” the former agent waved his hand up. “Scared of her or something?”

“Doesn't concern you.” 

He immediately regretted the sour undertone of his counter. However, the older one only wheezed amused.

“Damn right you are, boy.”

Then why are you bothering me here… Can't I have at least one break in my life? I just want some peace and quiet.

Vanderwood's stare on Saeran was quite obvious in the message it held. He scanned his facial expression as well as the many features. Only to find one particular lie. To the redhead's misery; for a former agent under pressure daily, such unreadable clues' a children's play to figure.

“So it really is her, huh.”

He sounded unimpressed. Like it's no shocking news. As if it wasn't realistic to have any other outcome. Saeran's head lowered to see the stones underneath the layers of water better.

“Why are you bothering me about this–”

“Because this is the fifth time you storm out when she comes into the same place.”

The smell of wet nature rose into the redhead's nose after inhaling sharply. Out of the corner of his eye, Vanderwood noted the quick intake of air.

What do you know.

They remained in silence for a while. Saeran focused on the flowing water only a meter away from his feet, the weak humming of cars passing by further away. The wooden bridge occasionally cracking when one of them moved weight. The dark of the night resembling a blanket to hide in. The redhead took another strawberry tasing pull while leaving the man a few inches away to take his own smoke. His face hard to move; Saeran just shurgged.

“I don't wanna talk to her.”

He said petty, perhaps a bit scared by how his voice wavered for a second. Vanderwood tapped off the ashes into the river, raising an eyebrow at the moon.

“Sure as hell she wants to talk to you, though. She is asking about you every fucking time we meet as a group.”

He scoffed by the words.

“Ah fuck that, she always asks for you. She probably would ask about you even on a godforsaken funeral or something.”

The implications of his presence being as important to her left unwanted color to crawl over Saeran's cheeks. His red strands desperately trying to hide it, failing horribly regardless.

“That's not true.”

He hugged his arms tighter to his body by the sudden string hitting his chest. Vanderwood rested his elbow on the railing as he shook his head.

“Denying reality won't work,” he simply said. “What is the problem anyway…”

He wondered in genuine confusion since Saeran couldn't detect a hint of judgement.

“Don't you like… Like her too? Aren't you some pair of lovebirds?”

What the fuck is that supposed to mean– How would anyone understand any of the things we have. What is a label worth in a stupid situation like this…!?

His mind hissed angry into itself. All he did on the outside, however, was frown deeply while closing his eyes.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

He mumbled through gritted teeth. But the other didn't let loose when sighing out.

“Don't lie to me. I think every person with a pair of functional eyes can see it.”

Again, he blushed because of the bluntness in the honestly. So shameless.

“Look, you're right. This ain't my business.”

Vanderwood stated when flipping the rest cigarette away to also cross his arms, eyes calmly, almost unfocused about the conversation while staring up.

“But you're making shit unnecessary difficult. She's not her usual self when taking care of her tasks. She's lacking passion.”

That's true… They lately mentioned something about it in the chatrooms. Is it true? Is she that affected by everything?

“And you obviously can't stand being in the same room as her. Saeoyung's worries about it make by ears bleed.

Vanderwood rubbed his temple to rid the headache that's already settling in just thinking about the cries of the older twin. The corner of Saeran's lip twitched, full of uncertainty as his shoulders tensed harshly as a side effect.

“I just–” His voice broke off, head tearing to the other side. “I'm no good for her and she should finally get around to it.”

The beat of his heart began to race. Finally he spat out what's been plaguing his mind forever, this nasty whisper in moments of doubt. He truly loathed how they forced him to behave towards her. Rough when needing to be gentle, quite taken for granted on her part already. Mean when supposed to be kindhearted in return. Shutting her out after her working so hard doing her best opening him up. She'd cried enough already for a lifetime due to him; despite her not always admitting it. She's the prefect example of a daisy as he's just stomping all over her once she felt recovered from the step moments ago. He bit down the inside of his cheek to suppress the angered growl threatening to tear apart his throat. All the history in his life having him painted like the monster he felt himself becoming. It's sickening to himself; why should she find a single facture of appeal in someone so messed up? She's the metaphorical light. That's how they often referred to her as and it's fitting. His life's darkness itself, thus he's dark.

All you do his hurting and breaking her apart when she's literally having the entire RFA there for herself. A fucking CEO, a charming actor, a talented assistant, a smart college student… You know how much better Saeoyung would be for her–!

He rubbed his hand over his forehead once the voices won on volume. Vanderwood saw the deep frown on the redhead's face after paying attention to his body language.

“Boy.”

Saeran snapped out of the circle abruptly; meeting the face of Vanderwood unintentionally. The brown eyes spoke an foreign language to the redhead which he couldn't speak.

“You do realize this girl is down for you, right? Why are you pushing her away when you both are in agreement about this.”

The question mocked the younger twin enough in privacy all the time, now even the external voices called him out on it. He buried his eyes behind his hand, his posture slacking into a much smaller one.

“Because I'm not perfect for her.”

He said in the most self-pity way and it left him embarrassed.

“Someone normal would be good for her. Heck– Saeoyung already is perfect enough for her!”

He busted out, standing straight when moving his arms because of the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“I mean, have you seen them together?? He's kind to her, he's soft, he's loving and open about his emotions… How could I–”

How could I ever compete with that…

He groaned when not being able to say it out loud. It's his logic regardless; how should he compete with people like his brother. The sparkle igniting inside her eyes whenever he placed an arm around her spoke walls. How should a man that hurt her feelings keep her when there's a much warmer option right in front of her feet. Why would anyone stay with him.

I can never compete with that.

It worked him up to the point of feeling hot tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.

“Oh, so it's because you're scared you're no good for her.”

Saeran didn't have to confirm the former agent to puzzle the pieces together. He only leaned back against the railing. Vanderwood tapped his Index finger in a silent rhythm at the metal, nodding his head in absent minded manner.

“Boy, let me tell you something…”

He said pointing his other finger to the river.

“There are they; all these reasons why you think he's so perfect for her.”

Then he pointed his thumb towards the other side.

“And that is what she views as perfect.”

Saeran's visible confusion had the older one gather some better words together. He turned to him, looking right through his eyes in order to see beyond. A strict albeit calm aura Saeran had rarely witnessed in life.

“You can't decide what's prefect for her, you idiot.”

They turned back forward to rest more. Vanderwood took out another cigarette, Saeran got conscious of his own vaporizer again and pushed the off button.

“You think she needs someone who's romantic? Kind, soft, open about emotions and whatnot. If that would be the case she would date him.”

He stated so confidential that Saeran almost couldn't doubt it. Vanderwood blowed another breath into the cold night air, it's there without any source of light near by.

“But the girl likes you.”

He pointed to the redhead with the cigarette ever so casually.

“That means she has different definition of perfect, you know.”

“I… I don't get it.”

“It's easy. She just needs other things than loving touch and soft kisses or whatever shit is considered romantic.”

Saeran couldn't help the short, fainted smile coming alive before dying down. Instead he stared back into the water and Vanderwood knew what it meant. There the doubt went wandering around yet again.

“If she likes you, she seeks something other than that.”

The gears started rattling above the redhead with the statement hanging in the air.

But what would that be? I don't have anything… I am nothing special. On the contrary. I'm a horrible person. Criminal… Awkward and issue-driven… Murderer…

He narrowed his eyes while thinking through honest reasons what would be considered perfect from her perspective.

He's making fun of me after all, isn't he.

The former agent felt torn until he raised his eyebrows at the thoughts.

“Maybe she needs a firm hand holding her grounded and humble.”

That made Saeran snap back to him.

“She might need someone who respects her desire for space. Or knows how social anxiety feels, you both share that on spiritual level.”

The weightless accusation brought in some humor into the otherwise thick atmosphere. 

“Someone not sugarcoating shit. Just being upfront even if it hurts; she does value truth more than anything else.”

Vanderwood smirked himself when collecting the reasons, it came easier to him than suspected.

“Maybe she likes a guy who she can help open up. Girls like fixing broken men.”

“That's cliche bullshit.”

A second of dead silence remained until the both exchanged a humorous chuckle. Vanderwood smoked his cigarette, secretly gifting Saeran some time to sort out the options he's presented with. All these explanations why he might not be that terrible for her after all.

“I think another reason why she likes you is… Since you're rough, she maybe needs a counterpart.”

He explained that small range of psychology he's learned about at one of his countless training sessions at the agency about human behavior.

“They say people look for what they need more of in their lives. Resulting in either looking for a copy or someone opposite.”

They gazed at each other and Vanderwood poked his finger to the redhead's chest.

“She surely tough, but she's a warm woman in heart.”

They agreed on it without argument. Having Vanderwood push the younger one playfully back.

“Who knows… Maybe she finds a lot in that edgy and rough personality you have.”

Edgy huh. Well thanks for nothing.

Ignoring the extra comment about his behavior; Saeran reflected back at the glitter of the night sky down on earth. How true could it be? Would she feel understood when asking her about this kind of theory? She did stated before she's not going to abandon him for anything, not even if he's being nasty to others or ugly towards her. After all, considering her empathy, he realized soon she's able to get behind his actions better than anyone had. Even better than his own twin brother at times.

She's a wonder… But why should I be blessed with this? Her love is suited better for someone… else? Or is it now?

The unsure feeling beating inside his chest's impossible to ignore. Vanderwood leaned back, stretching his arms up.

“Ahh alright. That's enough sulking, boy. You can take it from someone how had to study this type of stuff for survival.”

His hand on Saeran's shoulder was heavy for a moment, yet when patting it's a lot lighter for his entire body.

“You better now? Can we go inside?”

He's waiting for my agreement. I should ask her about this next time we're alone to actually find out the acceptable answer. But I suppose for now I can only… Hope for the best with her.

The redhead hummed after learning back as well. Vanderwood appeared satisfied once they both got on the move; the entire RFA waited for there arrival at this point. Saeran crossed his arms above each other while staring up. The sparkle of hope glowing brighter than lighting both frightened and calmed him. It dwarfed the night sky. Maybe he's not all wrong for her if she truly found worth inside his wasted potential. However that happened.

“Thanks.”

He said quietly, much to Vanderwood's enjoyment given he rolled his eyes in an affectionate way.

“Yeah, yeah… You're young, you'll get there. But don't run off for fuck's sake. Otherwise I have to taser you too.”

[isabellafoster13]

This was requested on AO3 by butterflyzilla.

So, this is how Sabortooth reacted to Lucy and Minerva being together. 

Also, Happy New Year's Eve! I hope you all have a great year!

Falling in Love with an Old Enemy Part 2 (Minerva x Lucy)

"So, Blondie, you've been hanging around here a lot recently." 

Lucy looked over at Sting, who was sitting right next to her, a smirk on his face. The celestial wizard raised an eyebrow as she countered, "I have friends here." 

Sting chuckled, "yeah, but you're here just as much as you're at Fairy Tail." 

Lucy sat her strawberry milkshake down and turned her body a bit to slightly face him. She stared at him with a hint of confusion, questioning, "how do you know that?" She knew that her time at Sabertooth matched her time at Fairy Tail, but she didn't know Sting knew this. 

The Guild Master jabbed a thumb in the direction of the communication lacrima that sat on the bar, leaning against the table that he and Lucy were sitting at, "Mira let me know a few days ago." 

Lucy groaned. She should have known that Mira was going to throw some fuel into the fire this is the possibility of her having a lover in Sabertooth. She looked back at Sting and asked, "so, what do you want from me?" 

Sting's smirk grew and he inquired simply, "who is it?" 

Lucy turned her head away and crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to give him any bones to take to Mira. She was already being questioned by her close friend every time she stepped foot in Fairy Tail. She didn't need to have Sting hounding her for answers or passing on anything incriminating that she might say to the Matchmaking Demon. 

She felt a poke on her shoulder, but she didn't look at him, instead, she continued to keep her head turned away from him with her eyes closed and her arms crossed over her chest. As Sting continued to poke her shoulder and repeat her name, she ignored him, albeit making her more irritated and steadily pushing her closer to kicking him across his own guildhall, his status as a Guild Master be damned. 

Miraculously, Sting was saved when a man's voice spoke, "Sting, leave her alone before she beats you up." 

The two blondes looked up to see Rogue, Yukino, and Minerva. The three mages sat down, Minerva sitting right across from Lucy. Sting responded indignantly, "I'm just trying to get her to admit who's the reason that she's here all the time." 

Rogue rolled his eyes, sighing, "and that is your business how? Leave her alone." 

"And if I don't?"

"Then not only am I going to let her beat you up, but I'm also going to cheer her on." 

Sting huffed as Yukino laughed, "I would pay to see that!" Once she had stopped laughing, she looked over at Lucy and questioned, "although, I'm curious too. Are you here so much to visit a certain someone?"

Lucy felt her cheeks heat up and she looked away from Yukino, accidentally catching Minerva's gaze. The black-haired woman was smirking at her, clearly amused. Lucy gave her a slight glare. Of course her girlfriend was enjoying this. 

Yes, you heard that right. Lucy and Minerva were dating. They had been together for some time now, nearly six months. Lucy having friends in Sabertooth was a secondary reason for her visiting almost constantly. The primary reason? Minerva. 

They had been talking recently about when they should tell their guilds. Lucy was eager to announce to her own guild that she was in a relationship, but Minerva didn't share her feelings, being too fearful that Fairy Tail wouldn't accept them. Not because they are both women, but because of Minerva's past misdeeds. 

However, they were both confident that Sabertooth would accept the relationship with open arms. The problem was that they were unable to decide when they should do it and how. They especially didn't want their relationship to become known to the public until they tell both of their guilds. 

Lucy looked down at the table, her mind simultaneously searching for an excuse to leave and silently begging Minerva to save her. Yukino spoke again, "Lucy? Are we onto something?" 

Lucy looked from Yukino to Rogue, her cheeks still hot with a blush. She gave the Shadow Dragon Slayer a look that asked for him to help her out. However, Rouge stated as he looked her in the eye, "I'm only against Sting doing it." 

Lucy narrowed her eyes at him, silently promising that she was going to kick him across the guildhall along with Sting. She looked back at Yukino and opened her mouth, hoping that something that could save her would come out. But, she was stopped when Minerva cooed, "Lucy, I hope that whatever you are going to say is the truth." 

Lucy looked over at Minerva to see that she was still smirking. Her girlfriend gave her a wink, causing her blush to become a darker red and more noticeable. She stared at her girlfriend for a few moments, quickly coming to the understanding that Minerva wanted her to tell them about their relationship. 

Seeing that she couldn't escape, Lucy sighed before she muttered, "Minerva and I are dating." Her eyes were locked on the table. 

A few seconds of silence followed before Yukino jumped to her feet and squealed, drawing the attention of all of her guildmates. Sting laughed and raised his hand to give Lucy a high-five, only to be denied when she shot him a piercing glare, and Rogue watched with an amused smile playing on his lips. 

Minerva chuckled and moved around the table before sliding back in next to her girlfriend. Yukino slammed her hands onto the table, right in front of the couple. When Lucy and Minerva looked up at her, Yukino grinned at them and announced, "I need to tell Mira!" 

Lucy and Minerva instantly yelled in unison at her before she could take more than a few steps away, "Don't!" 

Yukino turned around, confusion on her face. She questioned, "why? Lucy, don't you want your guild to know?" 

Lucy answered, "yes, but Minerva and I aren't yet ready to." 

Yukino walked back over to the table with a simple "oh." She then regained her ecstatic grin and cheered, "I knew you two would get together! Mira said that I was crazy, but I knew I was right! I can't wait to rub it in her face!" 

Lucy and Minerva chuckled at their friend's excitement. Their attention was then drawn to Sting when the White Dragon Slayer questioned them, leaning against the table to smirk at both of them, "so, what are your sexualities? Minerva, I've always suspected that you were a lesbian, but you, Blondie, I thought that you were straight. Didn't you ever have a thing for Natsu?" 

Lucy gave him a smack upside his head, not hard enough to hurt, but just hard enough to let him know that she getting annoyed with him. She responded, "firstly, I've never had a 'thing' for Natsu. Secondly, that's not something you ask anybody!" 

The blonde man shrugged, "I'm curious. So, what's the answer? What team do you two play for?" 

Before he could get an answer, and before Minerva could kick his ass like she was visibly a few seconds away from doing, Rogue grabbed his partner by the back of his collar and dragged him away. 

Lucy and Minerva laughed and turned to face each other. They shared a kiss as the rest of Sabortooth watched, nobody particularly surprised at the new couple. 

[saintbarou]

𝐈𝐌𝚩𝐑𝐔𝚬

tags: non, sfw, gn reader, cleric reader, established relationship 900 cw - let me know if i missed something.

synopsis: astarion learns a new word and like most things, he finds it likened to you.

There’s a new word that’s been weighing on Astarion’s mind, from a new book you gifted him.

The cover was a profound green, with half the tilted scratched off but the pages were in perfect condition, he remembers you flickering through the pages before asking him if he wanted it. You both had flicked to a random page, read the first sentences of what was a macabre ghost story of a man possessed by a demon. He couldn’t have said yes faster believing it to be a just mindless horror.

Astarion was wrong, as it appears. It was more than a horror story, there was an entire love subplot between the life of the man possessed by the demon and the man’s wife - a damn good one too. There was a word that was used, one that he had not seen in his two centuries of living, and it haunts his waking moments. Imbrue, to stain usually the hands or the blade of a weapon but the word is used in another way in the story.

It makes him think of you - how you imbrue him with you. He walks into his tent after a few hours into the night watch, just to check in on you. The air still smells like the iron of your blood, sweetened only by the lavender oil you press into your neck, wrists and hair. Red eyes, a hunter’s eyes flicker over your form, dressed in your underclothes and wrapped in his blankets that have gone from smelling like bergamot, rosemary and aged brandy to lavender, the embers of a campfire and the dawn’s dew on the grass. His eyes take in the inner of his tent, your boots next to his as your dagger and the golden necklace of the god you pray to.

Your presence has imbrued itself into his space, a part of him.

When morning comes, he wakes you with a gentle hand through your hair. You blink awake and smile at him, eyes as soft at the golden white light of the dawn. You say his name, imbruing the elvish letters with a love so sweet he wonders if you are turning him into a pot of honey for Halsin to eat later. It’s too early for the others to rise, so you ask him to joy you in bed - he could never say no to you so he climbs into the bed roll with you. He already knows what to do, burrows his head into the side of your neck that he always bites, letting his nose be filled with the scent of you.

You kiss his temple, bring a hand with blunt nails curl around the feather ends of his hair and lock a leg around his. You are intertwined, if the covers were to be pulled back one could not tell where he began and you ended. Astarion likes it that way, like knowing that you are his and he is yours. His eyes don’t shut like yours do, and he gazes at your sleeping face with all the adoration that can be found in his unbeaten heart.

Imbrue, imbrue, imbrue.

It’s all he can think about, all he dreams about these days. You have imbrued him, tainted him in the rose pink of your love for him. He finds that you can replace the sun, all he needs to see the color of the world is your warmth. Astarion is painted a new in your the wakes of your devotion, in the throws of your adoration, He remembers all of Gale’s prattling of being loved by the goddess of magic and finds himself asking the soft moring air if this is what the wizard felt, to be cradled in the palm of a higher being must simply be like resting the circle of your arms.

“You’re thinking too loud.” you murmur, amusement coloring your voice. He hums as you crack a single blurry eye and he feels his own wrinkling at the sight of your face squished against the pillow.

“It’s hard to think quietly, when you consume my every thought.” He responds just as quickly, if it had been before these words would have merely sounded like mindless flattery but they shine with the truth under the white light of dawn. His lips press onto the soft skin of your neck, their shape melding into the slope of your form with such love, one might think Astarion is trying to merge his form to yours.

Maybe he is.

“Your name is humming inside my chest. I think this is what it means to love. I think this is what it means to be living.” He utters, lost in between your skin. Your fingers rake through his hair so gently, so softly it almost brings him to tears. The light you carry seems endless, boundless and it makes him feel like he is being born once again. He tilts his head, to press one pointy ear to your neck so he can hear the pounding of your pulse.

“Does it sound like mine?” You say, voice rough from sleep but soft to his ears, like a coo of a dove. He nods, you can feel by how his hair brushes against your cheek. You let out a hum, turning ever slightly to press a kiss to the ends of hair and to the points of his ear.

“I’m glad. We don’t need anything else.”

[whaleofatjme1920]

Ej's s/o telling him 'i love you ' for the first time?

Eyeless Jack's SO Telling Him "I Love You"

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[Part 2 Here]

I tend to write EJ as an absolute asshole so uh, bit of a disclaimer there lmfao.

Jack is an egotistical man that has never been taken down a peg. He doesn't know how to be humble because nothing has proved him otherwise. He's not,, awful but he's not entirely saccharine either.

Your relationship with Jack is kind of odd. He's like an odd, feral cat that comes in and out of your life and home as you please. You found him in the woods that span your backyard, and helped patch him up when he really needed it.

He decided to stick around.

It's been like,,, 8 months of him coming and going in your life pretty regularly. And while doing the dishes, some chores around the house, you come to an almost horrifying realization as you're staring out the window at the field of Siberian squills blooming in your yard for spring.

You're genuinely in love with him. You feel heat rise to your face and despite him not being in the house, you feel embarrassed.

Jack isn't that soft, nor is he always that sweet, but sometimes? Sometimes late at night, when he's tired and needing respite, he wraps you in his arms in bed and purrs deeply, pleased you're near him.

You spend the entire day mulling and milling about, unsure how to handle your feelings. You feel like a child having a crush on someone for the first time! It's maddening, really, really, maddening! Makes you want to scream.

But, as the moon rises, you realize that the worst that'll come of it is... he leaves? You're not quite sure. Jack doesn't seem that callous.

He comes to your house when the stars begin to shine and is pleased to see you. His eyes crinkle slightly, pools of black catching the light ever so slightly as if they're sparkling in your presence. He hugs you, takes in your scent, and smiles as he buries his nose at the top of your head.

You freeze, and this isn't lost on him. But you can't help it! He feels so warm, and so lovely, and you-

"Reader," he hums, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," you mumble into his chest, hugging him back. "Nothing at all."

He tsks his tongue in displeasure. "Remember what you made me promise you? Goes both ways," he continues.

you mentally curse yourself for even asking him to promise you on that. A while back, you were fed up with how secretive he was and you almost forced him out of your life. Rather than lose you, the two of you sat on the bathroom floor and pinky promised no more secrets.

You look up at him for a moment. You thought you'd tell him in some other way, some more... grand way? But might as well bite the bullet and get it out before you chicken until next week when he comes around. You mumble it deeply into his chest.

His ears flick. "What was that?" His hearing is damn near immaculate, but not even he could decipher that. "Speak slower, and more clearly. And stop mumbling into me," he chuckles, his voice audibly rolling for his eyes that cannot. He lets go of you and pushes your shoulders gently back, peeling you from him.

You look up at him once more and avert your eyes. "I... I love you."

He laughs and nods. "It's okay Reader, you can tell me."

Now YOU'RE confused. "Huh?" Did he not get it. You lift your hands up and bring his face down so you're relatively level with the massively tall demon. "I. Love. You."

He's smiling, amused, not even hearing the words. But after relaying the moment in his head, he pauses, slowly pulling away from you and back up to his full height.

You internally panic. Did you hurt him? Is this not what he wants? You fear he's going to leave you and-

He sighs, a hesitant smile on his lips. It's the nicest you've actually seen him look at you.

You open your lips to speak but he pauses you. "There's... A lot I want to say to you right now that I feel I can't put into words," he begins. "I don't know if I can return those words right now." He watches as you begin to deflate. "But, but, but! That doesn't mean I won't, I just-"

He comes back down to your height and gently cups your face with his much larger hand. "You need to give me a moment, okay? Let me process this." He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, not nipping at you once. "It's not a no, but soon. Okay?"

You're not sure whether you're flying or dying. You thickly gulp and nod, a shaky smile coming to your lips, trying not to blink away thick tears.

"Okay."

[spiderssnake]

Omega! Bakugou x Fem! Alpha! Reader

Chapter 2

"Bakugou! Bakugou!" Kirishima laughed as he banged on his friend's door non-stop, almost hitting him in the face when he finally opened it.

"What the fuck shitty hair?"

"You won't believe who became a comfort alpha!" Kiri laughed "You are so lucky your heat is coming up next week, that's when she's gonna be a comfort alpha!"

"Y/n would never be a comfort alpha."

"She got in a fight and had to do it, but that's not the point--"

"Fuckig move damnit!" Bakugou yelled, pushing Kirishima out of the way as he bolted down the stairs and into the office.

"Bakugou? What are you doing here," Momo paused what she was doing and looked at her sweaty classmate that had run three staircases like a demon was chasing him down.

"A-Assign me (y/n), ponytail." he panted

"But you never get--"

"I said, assign her to me, loser!"

"Someone already has her, I can't change it." Momo reasoned, but Bakugou was rather focused on the bunch of omegas that seemed disappointed to hear this.

"Who is she assigned to?"

"I can't tell you that,"

"Who has her damn ponytail?!"

"Since you are a classmate that needs my help, I can make just this exception. Neito Monoma, from 1-B."

"Who the fuck is that?"

"I believe you call him "copycat", he took your headbands in the sports festival." Momo sighed and started working again as Bakugou stomped his way to the dorms.

He ran there and knocked on the door, almost breaking it from how hard he was knocking. "What the hell?" He muttered as he opened the door and smirked at the sight of him.

"Reject (y/n) as a comfort alpha," Bakugou growled

"You aren't the first to demand that. No can do." He scoffed and tried to close the door, but Bakugou barged in anyway.

"Why does it smell like her in here?" He frowned. His anger has started to overtake him. Omegas were naturally very territorial over their alphas, and Bakugou sure as hell had picked an alpha for himself. No chance in hell he would lose her to this extra.

"It's because she's such a good alpha, of course. My pre-heat hasn't even started yet, and I have two of her hoodies in my nest already." He smiled, pointing at the side of his bed where a bunch of blankets, pillows, plushies, and two hoodies laid. "If she's here--"

"Shut the fuck up before I-" Bakugou started, but noticed your scent getting more intense. If this extra didn't want to give him his alpha, he would beat it into this copycat's thick skull that you would choose him.

Or at least he hoped you would. He needed a sign that his feelings are mutual.

"Oh, you don't want to know? By the time my heat has ended, she will have marked me, then you can be one of the other idiots kissing at my feet and trying to flatter me, just so I might accept you as a secondary character in our relationship."

Bakugou felt his heart break. Not because of Monoma's bullshit, but because he knew you were just outside the door and not helping him out.

You didn't think he needed help; you thought he would want to handle it on his own, but you understood he wanted you to defend him once his distress pheromones hit your nose. But still, you would take the chance to tease him about it.

You walked in and looked at the both of them with a raised eyebrow and crossed hands, a smirk immediately shining on his face the moment he saw you.

"I knew you wanted to seduce me, but Bakugou, why are you here?" You watched as he frowned and got embarrassed in amusement.

"Because I wanna fucking be here!"

"You don't even know her. Why are you in her room?" You laughed, wiggling your eyebrows as they looked at each other disgusted.

"No, no way that was happening. Alpha, I wanted to ask you to court me, but he wouldn't let me--"

"Sorry, I'm already doting on an omega."

"B-But he insulted my nest!"

"Your nest does look pretty bad." You mumbled, turning to Bakugou whose smile was up to his ears. "Go to your room." You rolled your eyes.

"No, why would I--"

"Go to your room, omega. It's an order." You ordered him, and he couldn't help but obey

"A-Alpha?"

"You smelled it, didn't you? That's why you went against him like that."

"S-Smelled what?"

"Berries and cream. You know what. It's subtle, but there is no way you didn't notice that I have scented him. I was here to help you, but now that my omega needs me, you can get in line."

"What's so special about that idiot?"

"He's just mine, don't question it." You shrugged and left for Bakugou's room

"Hey, Bakugou, are you gonna open up?"

"Or what, are you gonna command me and use your alpha voice again?" He scoffed

"Nope."

"What the fuck do you want from me?"

"Momo called, she said that I'm your comfort alpha now."

"Well, I don't want you. Go court your shitty omega or whatever."

"You will have to suffer through me then, boom boom."

"Don't call me that, and I'm not even in heat right now! I don't need you."

"Can I at least leave something here for you and come check up later?"

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes, watching your every move as you entered his room

"Where is your nest?"

"Don't have one yet."

"Your heat is about to start, and you don't have a nest."

"What, you got a problem with that or something?!"

"No, no, just surprised." You laughed, leaving some stuff on his bed before leaving.

He closed the door behind you and pulled his unfinished nest from under the bed to his favorite corner of the room, and started setting it up. He only got angrier while time passed, his nest feeling like a mess no matter how he arranged it, his mind bugging him about the things with your scent on his bed.

You were already after someone, you didn't like him. He would only hurt himself thinking of you as his alpha any further and getting your scent all over his room.

His ego wouldn't let him place them on his nest, so he just grabbed a couple of hoodies and a blanket and curled up on his bed instead, taking in your scent.

He was still an omega, after all, and he couldn't do anything. If you had at least shown any interest in him, he would have gladly fought that omega off for you and won.

"She's trying to court an omega, but she goes off giving fucking hoodies around." he sighed, burying his nose further into the clothing. "My alpha is fucking stupid."

[sparkbeast20]

The Chains (Belphegor X MC)

This a one-shot Fanfic, is part of my Halloween series “He Snaps”

short Angst/Fluff with Horror elements in them.

Warning: Mention of Blood, Violence, Torture, Killing, Gore, Panic attack, and Demonic nature

He should have reported this to Lucifer or even Diavolo, or Brought Beel along with him. But he didn’t.

Still feeling guilt for everything he did.

Opposing the whole idea of exchange program, Blaming Humans for his own regret for not saving Lilith, tricking you into helping him escape his prison, and killing you.

All that is more of a motivation to fix everything he done, for you, his brothers, the royals and himself.

It was a secret only kept by him, not even Beel knows.

That he seeks out, anyone who are against Humans and Demons living together, who are forming a small group to take down the whole exchange program, with him being a inside demon, feed them the information.

Too much work, to be actively be apart of, he much prefers being in the shadow and just giving them the knowledge to take down the whole program, that way he doesn't fall with them if they ever got caught.

Then you came along, and change everything both his feeling about humans, well most of it, and him. And made feel more guilt when that group almost killed you by sending out a hitman.

Luckily Mammon was there and took care of sorry of excuse of demon.

After that day, Belphie couldn’t look you in the eye, until he makes things right again.

So, he snuck out in the middle of the night, when everyone is a sleep, and head to the groups base, and telling them that there is a better way to get the human alone. But in realty there will be a trap there waiting for them.

There’s only one problem.

“Why should we believe you after you and that thing are together!”

What that really obvious? No, he works with this. He has to make them believe him.

Belphie smirks and let out a dry laugh, and look at the demon right Infront of him.

“Hah! Do you really think, I would actually forgive a human and be close to them? Is all a trick. I’m not dumb as my brothers, I had to put on an act Infront of Lucifer. But you and your idiot men just ruined everything you work for, all because you can wait a god damn second!”

“Drop the façade, Lord Belphegor. We know that you and that thing are in relationship with one another”

Before he could talk, he’s way out, Belphie is slowly surrounded with demons uses to trusted his word.

“You think, you and few men can actually take me out” he quickly shifted into his demon form and took a defensive stand with his claws out and he let out a growl.

“You know, we have been saving this for Lord Diavolo once the time is right” the Leader pulls out an iron collar with the royal seal engrave on it. “But your exception”

Belphie’s eye widen when hear that, and quickly turn heel and ran, but the leader quickly tackled him and place the collar on his neck, and goes off of Belphie.

Soon chains start emerge from the ground and bends Belphie’s arms and legs. He tries to break free, but the chains were too strong. Soon he hears laughter all round him, and the leader kneel down to met him in his level.

“Look at you now, Lord Belphegor. Once you hated humans, now you’re fucking one. What a hypocrite” then he knocks Belphie out cold.

That was hours ago, now he’s in an empty room slump on the ground with a door severing the only way out.

It feels all to familiar for him, it’s like his back in the attic again.

Then he hears the door click open, and footsteps walking towards him.

“I used to look up to you. But now seeing you with that human, and chain up like this. All I see is a former lord of devildom”

He could careless about what others think of him.

“Really! Why should I be seeking validation from someone like you?” Belphie Laughs at him, amuse by demon thinking that his someone worth acknowledge.

The demon, was piss and kick Belphie right in the face, breaking his nose, but he keeps on laughing.

“Is that best you got! Mammon or Levi can kick better then you” He looks at him with a cocky grin

“Let’s see if you smile after wearing this” He snap his fingers and one of his minions walk up to him and place a metal muzzle and walk close to Belphie who didn’t even flinch once he saw that horrible thing.

He immediately straps it on his face tightening to the point he heard Belphie Groan in pain. And grab it and pulling Belphie up.

“This actually suit you!” The lead smirk at Belphie.

But he just yawn, trying to keep his eyes open.

“Sorry, but if this your way of putting me in my place, I seen worst from Lucifer. And he does this sort a thing all the time to me and my brothers” he just chuckles and give a craze look.

The leader is pissed and threw Belphie back on the ground and step on his hand, when suddenly

“Boss look what we found” one of the goons is dragging a person into the room.

“Let me go, you son of a bitch!!” it was you being held by your wrist. Belphie eyes widen, once he heard your voice but quickly shifted into the blank look.

“Shit! Why did you follow me!” Belphie think to himself “I just need a little bit more time. These chains aren’t powerful as they assume to be. It will take ten minutes for Diavolo or Lucifer to break this. I just have to make sure that MC doesn’t get hurt”

“Ah the human, that cause all of this” the leader nodded signaling the goon to leave closing the door behind him. “Tell me-” he grabs you by the hair pulling you up “Did you know that your boyfriend over there told you that he helps us into trying to kill you”

You look down at Belphie who is trying his best not to show how upset he is.

“Asshole! He did kill me already, you and your excuse of a demon, just failed royalty” you smirk at the demon.

Belphie knows that you’re just playing him, which is bad.

“You have some guts human, but let’s see if I can break you” he let go of your hair and quickly your arm with both hands and in a split second he broke your arm, causing you to scream in pain.

That set Belphie off, the sound bones breaking and your scream, cause him to snap.

Slowly got up, and start walking toward you and soon to be flesh bag, but chain stop him. So, he pulling on the chain, his arms and legs, even his neck getting bruise but he kept going, the look on his face is feral, no sight of the bratty, spoiled and sly Belphie. Only a demon of sloth eyeing his prey to kill.

Then the chain broke from the wall.

The force of his pulling launches him forward in full speed tackling him on to the ground.

Belphegor is on top of him grabbing him on the head and digging his claws into the demon’s head, while let out a growl. Then in a flash he uses his free hand to grab and ripped the demons throat spilling blood on him.

As the demon struggle to breath his final breath, Belphegor let out a monstrous roar.

“Belphie!” he snaps out of his feral state and turn his head to you.

You were barely standing with your uninjured arm holding the injured one, with a worried look on your face.

Then Belphie look down at his hand which are covered in blood, and saw the now dead demon under him.

He stumbles away and back himself to the wall in a panic, he grabs his head started screaming and hide his face in his knees doesn’t care that he’s still wearing the muzzle.

Then he felt a pair of hands on to his, he looked up to see you in tears.

“I-its okay, I’m here” he flinches when your hand drawn close to his face, but quickly soft when you place your hand on the side of his head as he closes his eyes. Then you slowly undid the strap of his muzzle and took it off of him and throw it to the side.

“I-I-I’m sorry” he can barely say it through the sobbing.

You slowly lean forward and wrap your arms around him, he hesitant but eventually he hugs you back and hold you tight making sure he doesn’t let go.

Soon you heard, screaming outside the room, and the voices of his brothers calling out for you two.

“We’re save, okay. We’re save”

[venusguks]

— saccharine boy

pairing : reader x jeon jungkook

summary : the new transfer student is a bit strange…

genre : yandere jk, future smut, angst, dark, obsessive/possessive jk

warnings : this includes DARK themes with heavy topics. i dont support this unhealthy relationship dynamic irl. a huge TW for suicide, suicidal thoughts, tendencies, coaxing, themes. this is pure fiction so please know that if you’re struggling with suicidal thoughts, this may be really really horrible to read :(( yn and jk both say shitty things

part 1 of ??

☽

i loved you before i even knew you

in days fleeting moments, the sun dipped into the ocean, casting a surge of honey waves to engulf the city whole.

it’s vast, golden essence poured through the mid-open windows and into the empty school hallways.

moments before, the laughter of the baseball team dissipated, and those who confessed to the whim of spring filtered emotions had left with tear stained cheeks.

it's empty enough that you can hear your own slip ons click against the floor.

click, click, click.

you walk up the stairs, stopping right in front of the rooftop door.

the rusted knob is cool under your skin, and bracing yourself for the wind, you twist it open.

the wind whisks past you ferociously, as if urging you to turn back. you should've heeded the warning then (how foolish of you not to), but instead, you open your eyes to the tangerine streaks of the sky.

that’s when you see him.

— ❝ hey, do you regret it? ❞

his silhouette wavered beyond the metal railings of the rooftop.

you don’t know why—what had possibly gone through your mind when you spoke. it wasn't your business—you could honestly care less for people like him,

because people like him were the same as you.

despite that, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming, "you're such an attention freak, you know that?! do you really want to be seen that much?"

his head slightly lifted.

would he listen to you? would he care?

because if it were you past that railing right now, you wouldn't stop for anyone.

but doesn’t he see?

if he jumps, right now, right in front of you,

doesn’t he know how much that would break you?

please, the wind swallows your desperation. i’m already broken enough, so please don't make it any worse.

when i muster up the courage like you someday, i need to die without the thought of you jumping in my head.

— ❝ oh, i see… you're scared of me.❞

"there are so many other ways to kill yourself. drowning, the rope—you can jump off literally any other god damned building for all i care—but don't you dare make it this building! don't you dare jump off in front of me."

you saw it, as the wind danced past him, just how lifeless his eyes were

it was as if the sun himself feared him—preferring to quickly drown into the blue abyss rather than be in his mere presence.

"i know this place is terrible—but the janitor is so kind. he's a single father of three children and if you jump, he'd have to break his back scrubbing your blood for hours. he'd come home and put on a happy face despite worrying if his children will turn out like you. so please, for the janitor's sake, deal with haunting this school a different way. your death would affect more people than you’d know, so please.”

he doesn’t move, so hesitantly, as if it would change anything, you quietly add, "ah, he gave me food one time too.”

the boy’s back quivered, and your own trembling heart ached for him—but what you thought was sniffing turned into a loud, hearty laugh

you stood there, dumbfounded as you watched him.

"you're..." he tries to say through his giggles. when he catches his breath, he finally turns to you with the biggest smile.

"you're really stupid."

— ❝ but would it help if i said i've always loved you? ❞

frozen, you can only stand there gaping at him.

"i was just watching the sunset, but your reaction was so funny. you don't know how hard it was not to laugh."

what…?

you blink once, twice—then turning your heel, you begin to walk away.

"h-hey! wait!" he called from beyond the railings. "i'm sorry, okay? i was having too much fun—i didn't mean to scare you. please forgive me."

"scare me?" you scoffed. "kill yourself for all i care. it doesn't have anything to do with me."

— ❝ since that day... ❞

you just blurted it out of spite. you knew it was cruel, you didn’t mean it. you were just so angry. how dare he make a fool out of you? make a joke out of this? in your eyes, he was far more cruel.

“fine then.”

you turn back with a vile glare, but your heart stops as he takes a step back.

the boy hums in viscous amusement when he sees the horror in your eyes. in front of the blazing red of the sun, wearing his wide smile, he resembled a demon.

"forgive me, or i'll let go."

"d-don’t be stupid," you scowl, but you could barely feel yourself breathe.

then, just like that, one of his finger tips leave the metal bar—then another, and another.

you don’t know when you started running or how you even got there, but as soon as you hooked your fingers around his collar, you gave everything to pull him back.

"are you crazy?!" you scream, hot tears trickling down your eyes.

his annoying fit of laughter only angered you more.

— ❝ i loved you before i even knew you. ❞

"like i said, forgive me—and i won't try it again," he chimed in a playful tone.

you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

it scared you, his carelessness.

he scared you.

“okay, okay! i forgive you!” you yell exasperatedly. “god, you—you think this is funny? what the fuck is wrong with you?! you could’ve—just because i—y-you could’ve…r-right in front of me…and i-i…”

"hey, hey..." he chuckles softly, interlocking his fingers with yours through the metal fence.

you refused to look at him, but you could still feel the tingling warmth of his skin. you were close, the bars only stopping at your torso. when you look back at it, you remembered the seeping reality of his beauty.

his voice, his touch, him...

everything he did made you feel so out of control, so vulnerable.

who was he? why did you have to meet him?

"i knew you'd catch me, its fine."

"that's not the point here you suicidal bitch! i mean—what were you thinking? are you out of your mind? i swear to god—if you jumped and i became a suspect of murder, i'd dig up your own grave and kill you again!”

the boy’s eyes widened, shock dancing with his own bemusement. they were the same lifeless brown, but golden specks glimmered in where he looked at you.

finally, he smiles, “you’re horrible.”

you give a viscious glare, but before you can retort something, he continues, his hand trailing up your arm.

"but at the same time, horrible people don’t try to save a horrible person from dying. no, you can’t be horrible,” a cold shiver runs through your body when his fingers brush against your collarbone. “you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you? an angel who saved me…”

he pulls you closer by your neck, his lips barely touching the shell of your ears. your breath hitches, and your knees suddenly feel weak.

“i’d love to ruin you.”

nothing comes out of your mouth.

all you can hear is your heart thumping against your chest. all you can feel is the unbearable heat blooming on your cheeks, and all you can see is him.

finally, his words settle in.

“get the fuck off me you creep!”

— ❝ you're never leaving me, my love. i won't let you. ❞

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a/n : i’m so so so sorry if this triggered some people. this may be poorly written as well as i’ve written this YEARS ago. as you might tell, i was suicidal then and i often incorporated that in writing—its a way to get it off my chest sort of. to have relatable characters is something thats always made me comfortable. honestly rereading it again nothing makes sense LOL but i thought i’d continue it just for fun. i hope whoever has come across this is having a lovely and healing day, stay safe starlights <3

[chateautae]

flirt | pjm. (m)

➵ summary :  park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in

➵ pairing : jimin x reader

➵ genre :  college!au, sexual tension, smut, pwp

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 4k

➵ warnings : super suggestive flirting, alcohol consumption (both parties able to consent), swearing, light dom and sub themes, soft dom!jimin, brat!reader, little bit of brat-handling, dirty talk, praising but also degradation? it’s hot i promise, use of slut, slight body worshipping, mentions of oral, jimin is hot and yes that’s a warning in itself, breast play, unprotected sex, penetrative + rough sex, bit of angsty sex, creampie cause i seem to not like it any other way

➵ a/n : and my first jimin fic is here!! dear god i love this boy to the moon and back so i got a bit carried with him lmao, hopefully this isn’t terrible cause i still need to edit it but your support and feedback are always appreciated!! <3

2 hours.

2 hours since you first came to this party. You’ve bumped into at least a hundred people, danced your legs numb, God knew how many and what concoction of drinks were inebriating your system and still, you hadn’t seen Park Jimin the whole night. 

The only reason you even dragged yourself to this party was because of him. You were initially bailing on the annual ‘one-last-hurrah-before-midterms’ party because you, like everyone else here had midterms haunting them Monday. It was Friday night and as the ever diligent student, you were planning to study over the weekend.

Though your nagging best friend Hoseok had other plans, threatening you to come with every piece of dirt he had on you until he finally sprinkled Jimin’s name into the mix. You couldn’t lie, it was the only reason you decided to hell with your education, wiggled into a barely-there dress and waltzed in with Hoseok ready to take the night on.

But when you hadn’t seen Jimin at all, you were left annoyed, pissed off and with a headache raking your brain.

Seeing him was a selfish desire, one you’d develop after realizing you had met your match when you first encountered Jimin. You were always fairly notorious for your flirtatious habits and touchiness, a sort of trademark of yours and the same was always said about a ‘Park Jimin’ unknown to you, sometimes described to be an even bigger flirt.

It automatically intrigued you, curious of what kind of rival you secretly harbored until one day, you chanced upon Hoseok who just so happened to be with Jimin. 

At first, you didn't think Jimin could be a daring flirt. He had this sweet smile and disciplined way of speaking that screamed innocent to you, his mannerisms and demeanor shy and introverted. He didn’t make big moves and so you wrote him off as just that. 

But it wasn’t until you started seeing him outside your class’ building, alone, and multiple times after that, enough for you to realize he was anything but shy or innocent.

You ended up observing that a) he was sex on legs, b) easily flipped between the persona of an angel and a demon and c) anything he did could seem flirting. 

You two hit it off without a hitch, your flirtatious tendencies meeting to form a relationship of mutual interest. It was clear as day, both your actions almost always held some sort of unknown intentions behind them, your every saying a double meaning. 

It became the norm between you two, anytime you met turning into a conversation riddled with innuendos, suggestive lip-biting or eyes that couldn’t help but wander. And you weren't stupid, you could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You two were dangerous, testing the limits of either’s control, hoping someone would give in and only left disappointed when nobody did. 

So when Hoseok mentioned this party, and graciously added Park Jimin’s name to it, you knew this was your chance. A party with buzzing bodies, loud music and copious amounts of alcohol was bound to set him off, especially if you were dressed scandalously and felt bolder with liquid courage pumping through your system.  

But it’d been 2 hours, and you hadn’t seen him all night. You were taking another shot in the kitchen, sulking by yourself and reflecting on the fact that you’d been duped by Hoseok. This party became useless to you, a mere waste of your time as you quickly discarded your cup and began stomping out of the kitchen.

You ventured further into the house to look for Hoseok’s 5’10 ass, tell him he’s the worst best friend for lying to you and that you were leaving this disappointment of a party.

You stepped around people mindfully, dodging them until you rammed smack dab into someone’s back, scrambling for an apology before looking at the unaffected victim.

Park fucking Jimin.

“Y/N!” Jimin beamed, holding a drink in his hand as he smiled widely.

“Jimin, hey! I thought you didn’t come tonight.” You attempted biting back your smile from finally finding him, shouting over the bass of the music as you met him on the dance floor.

“I just ran late. You know me, of course I’d be here!” Jimin raised his drink to his plump lips and sipped, stepping side-to-side in rhythm with the music. 

You couldn’t make him out that well, the disco lights of whatever lights system the only means of seeing him in the dark, but you swear the smirky grin on his face as he scanned you over wasn’t just a figment of your imagination, ecstatic that you already seemed to be reeling him in. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, I already had-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as someone’s raging body stumbled into yours suddenly, sending you off balance until Jimin reached out for you cautiously.

“Woah, easy there.” Jimin’s arms quickly held you, flashing a scolding look at the person who bumped into you and pulling you towards himself. “Are you here with someone tonight?”

“Yeah, Hoseok! I was looking for him.”

“Why’s that?”

“I.. wasn’t having fun, so I wanted to leave with him.” You swiftly masked the real truth, your voice becoming less of a shout as Jimin encased you, just a few centimeters between your bodies as you peered up at him, cheeks flushed with heat and alcohol.

“Leave with him? Damn, didn’t know you two were like that.” Jimin flashed you a suggestive look, raising his eyebrows.

“Shut up, you know we’re just best friends.” You both erupted into a fit of chuckles as you hit his chest, your hand smacking against his jacket and now that you were close, registered what a meal he looked like tonight; ripped black jeans, plain white t-shirt underneath a distressed jean jacket, all pulled together sexily by his tousled hair, small hoop earrings and a Chanel necklace decorating his neck.

Dear God, how many times you’ve ached to kiss that pretty, pretty neck.

You internally groaned, habitually drawing closer to him as you enjoyed the warmth of his body, nostrils filling with the familiar scent of his intoxicating cologne.

“So I hear you wanna have some fun.” Jimin perked up, eyes amused and hands smoothing over your sides slowly after faltering from your arms.

“Are you suggesting I’ll have fun with you?”

“Of course, gorgeous, but up to you how we do that.” Jimin stepped dangerously closer to you as his voice lowered, your face tucked into his chest as his body blocked other people from touching you.

Excitement shot to your center at his use of a pet name, a common occurrence during your exchanges though his choices of which always an added thrill. 

“And what if I just want to leave and eat at a diner instead?”

“Then I’d definitely take you, food and you? A win in my book.”

You cocked an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Adding me to the mix suddenly makes it a win? I’m not the one on the menu, Park.” 

Jimin’s eyes seem to blow out, leaning down as his plushy lips ghosted your ear as he spoke, tone darkened, “We can change that, princess.”

A thrill shot throughout your body, hyper aware of his lips mere inches from your face as your heart began to race, turning towards him expectantly.

You began advancing slowly to decrease the gap between your mouths, feeling him inch forward in response, letting him hover just above your lips for a tease before you stopped, “I’d like to see you try, Park.”

Then you abruptly turned out of his hold and walked away, making it through a few people into a hallway, allowing yourself to breathe. You loved teasing Jimin, it was an incredibly entertaining pass time but dear God, did it knock the fucking wind out of you. 

You were mentally recuperating from the fact that he almost let you kiss him, distracted as you stepped away until someone suddenly snatched your arm and pinned you against the nearest wall. You were honestly shocked to see Jimin, surprised he actually took your bait and stayed on your trail to stop you. His dancing eyes held nothing but greed, evident even in the darkness of the party.

“You know just how to test people, don’t you?” Jimin warned as he narrowed his dangerous eyes at you, holding your hot-skinned wrists against the cool wall. 

“Of course I do, it makes things fun and last time I checked,”  You brought your face to his and left only an inch between you two, “that’s just what I want.”

Jimin visibly grew less tamed, glancing down towards your lips as he tried breathing controllably, “Careful what you wish for, princess. It might come true.” 

“And if that’s what I want?” You titled your head expectantly, licking your lips as you watched Jimin bite his own. He eyed you the whole time, making it a statement to drink you in every inch of you. 

You could smell the alcohol on him, assuming liquor was the only driving force behind his actions but then contemplated his level-headedness, his coherent speech and clear judgment in this moment.

Jimin was choosing to chase after you, choosing to not let you go after weeks of incessant back and fourth and you knew you were finally getting closer to exactly what you wanted. 

Park Jimin giving in. 

“You’re fucking hot.” Jimin commented, eyes eating you up hungrily.

“You’re hotter.” You grinned and leaned back against the wall, cleavage unintentionally popping out for him and Jimin’s look immediately shifted, bringing his body closer against yours.

“You look submissive as hell right now, is that what you like? To be dominated?”

“Only if you like to dominate.” 

Jimin could feel the reigns on his control snapping, biting down to contain his raw desire to fuck you. He’s been holding himself back, knowing you seemed willing on your end of the interactions but never wanting to take the leap in case it was all just an act. 

But as he watched you go along with his every comment, staring back at him with the same devious eyes and practically offering yourself to him in his hold, he knew you weren’t acting at all. 

“You talk a big game, but can you put your money where your mouth is?” Jimin leaned his hips against yours, ensuring you could feel his growing hardness. 

“My mouth can do a lot of fucking things, Park.” You jutted your hips into his.

Jimin shut his eyes frustratedly before he re-opened them, a downright obsidian colour taking them over.

“Go the fuck upstairs.” 

“Wh-”

“I said, go the fuck upstairs.” Jimin demanded, looking at you with conviction so searing you in fact did become submissive. 

“W-which room-” You didn’t complete your question as Jimin’s deft hands encased you and lifted you off the ground, bridal-style.

“Jimin-!” You exclaimed.

“Say another word and I’ll make sure you feel me in your throat.” 

You immediately swallowed your mouth shut as Jimin cluthed you to him, core alighting with desire as he carried you up the stairs. Jimin arrived at the second floor and rushed towards the first room with an ajar door, shutting it with your feet after entering.

He made towards the bed and practically threw you onto it, stepping away to lock the door before leaning against it, arms crossed and serious. 

“You sure you want this?” His voice came out considerate, no haste or pressure.

“Yes, Jimin.” 

“You’re completely sure?” 

You nodded incessantly. 

“I need your words, Y/N.”

“Yes.” You affirmed, unintentionally becoming submissive as you awaited him, and Jimin couldn't resist you, not any longer. He made towards your smaller figure on the bed and immediately crashed his lips onto yours, knee sinking into the mattress as he leaned over you, splaying you onto the bed.  

He held your wrists against the sheets, kissing you open as his plump lips worked tirelessly against your mouth. He continued to swallow you, opening up to catch all of you as he sank further downwards to feel your body arch into his.

His wet tongue glided over your lips and you welcomed him in lightspeed, letting his muscle entangle with yours hastily and you instantly loved the taste of him. 

Jimin’s kisses began deepening, exploring your mouth like he was dehydrated and your mouth was fresh water. His thigh began pressing against your core and you moaned into his mouth as Jimin disconnected from you, panting for air. 

“Don’t fucking do that.” He voiced frustratedly, his full lips swollen and pink as he tried to contain himself. 

“Do what?” 

“Fucking moan, it does shit to me.” 

“Sucks for you, I’m responsive as fuck.” You snipped as his sudden confession made you hot, squishing your thighs together. Jimin took notice and he flashed a look at your core. 

“Responsive, huh?” Jimin let go of your wrist, sliding his hand down your body before pressing his fingers to your heat through your dress. You instantly gasped, arching as you felt your walls clench around absolutely nothing. 

“J-Jimin.” you warned him weakly. 

“Mm?” Jimin paid no attention as he lowered himself to your neck and began kissing, tonguing, sucking at a spot that had you cowering and squirming underneath him. 

You groaned as your free hand tangled into his hair, hugging him to your neck as you basked in the glory of his plush lips devouring you. He was laving and nibbling at your skin, continuously kissing the area of your carotid all while rubbing his hand against your clothed cunt. Jimin began rutting his body against yours, the tip of his cock prodding you the more he moved.

“Fuck you, Jimin. This isn’t fair.” You moaned breathlessly

“As fair as it gets, princess. You wanted to see my try, yeah?” Jimin suddenly stopped his movements on your core and slid his hand up your bare thigh, only to shift your stained panties to the side and glide his fingers all over your bare pussy. You gasped Jimin’s name and tugged at his hair harshly, the alcohol hazing everything over with sensitivity and trying to sustain the sheer amount of pleasure he was rewarding you.

“N-nothing’s fair about this.”

Jimin smoothed the pads of his fingers over your slick core, eliciting your incessant gasps, “Fuck with my ego and I fuck with you, baby.” 

He was leaving purple marks all along your neck and chest, moving down to the valley of your breasts and you whined headily, hating that he had such an advantage in this position. 

You immediately grew bold enough to push him off by his chest, detaching him as Jimin looked at you confused. “Y/N, what the fu-” was all Jimin could get out before you stood up and gripped his cock through his pants, his breath immediately hitching. He looked at you with surprised eyes, growing weaker in your hold as you walked him back against a vanity in the room.

You had no clue who this room belonged to, but you could care less when you were minutes away from getting fucked by Park Jimin.

He let out breathy little moans as you palmed him, shutting his eyes in bliss as he turned harder by the second, leaning back against the counter. You planted your lips to his neck and mouthed fervently, making sure you embellished his skin with your desire for him. “F-fuck. Y/N, this isn’t fair.”

“Fuck with my ego and I fuck with you, baby.” You mocked him and began rubbing at his shaft, sucking hickies onto his pretty neck and licking over the areas your teeth grazed. Jimin continued groaning, hugging you close to him as he fisted his hands against your body, trying everything to cherish the pleasure he felt. 

The person he’s been desiring ever since he heard about you, his every nerve thrilled by your ability to counter him, match his energy of constant flirting and testing the waters, venturing further than him sometimes.

You were just so tempting and Jimin wanted every last bit of you. 

That sentiment increased when he felt your hands snake towards the belt of his jeans, unbuckling harshly with need so apparent he wanted nothing but to stuff your walls, now. 

“No, fuck off, getting inside you first.” Jimin denied your hands, capturing them in his hold.

You instantly whined, “But Jimin, want you to fuck my face.” You pouted into his neck, kissing along his collar bones as you rutted against him. 

“Fucking God, I’m destroying you for that.” Jimin wrapped you up in his arms and switched the positions, shoving you against the vanity, your ass on the edge of the counter as Jimin stood in between your spread out legs, lips meeting yours again. 

Jimin lifted the skirt of your dress up and over your backside, pooling around your waist as his hands slid over your fleshy thighs to the band of your panties. He pulled only to snap them back against your skin, the contact making you gasp.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing these?”

“And why the fuck are you still wearing clothes?” You chastised, hands greedily shoving his jacket off him even with your mouth attached to his.

Jimin didn’t allow the action to compromise your kiss either, practically ripping his jacket off and breathing hard against you as he threw it away. He then pulled his t-shirt over himself, revealing his toned, lean body underneath and only leaving his Chanel necklace hanging over his bare chest. You licked your lips at the sight of his smooth and pretty body, the outline of his abs like a work of art.

You reached out to touch him, his face and skin flushed with lust as he watched you. “You’re so hot, Jimin, so pretty.” You praised, eyes ogling him.

Jimin smirked proudly before speaking, “Your turn.”

He searched for the zipper of your dress and unzipped hastily, peeling away the top to reveal your naked breasts and now it was his turn to ogle at you.

“Fuck me, you’re prettier.” He huffed out, eyes blown out entirely.

“Probably not as pretty as your cock, let me suck.” You pouted playfully and pulled him closer to you with the back of your shins, hands greedily feeling up his bare chest.

“Only good girls get to suck my dick.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, you’re a fucking brat and a half.” Jimin started kneading your breasts, licking his lips as he watched you spread your legs wider for him and lean your head back out of pure bliss.

“I am not a brat, you just fucking take 10 years to get it on.” You snapped back, moaning in between at the way he groped your breasts, rolling the buds of your nipples with his fingertips.

“Sorry I was a fucking gentleman, didn’t know you were such a cock-hungry slut.” Jimin bit as he planted his thick lips to your perched nipple, eliciting curses from you as his tongue began swirling around, sucking teasingly.

“You just can’t fuck, isn’t it? All bark and no bite?”

Jimin scoffed darkly at that, sucking harder on your sensitive nipples before letting go with a pop. “I’ll fucking break you is why I kept holding off, you’ll regret this, princess.”

“Break me then, Jimin, please. Fuck me like you say you will, I need you.” Your arousal became unbearable as you grew hornier, rocking your hips against him for friction while he laved at either of your nipples.

“I will, baby. Get these off and I’ll fuck you so good.” Jimin tugged at your panties and you lifted your ass for him to discard them.

You unhooked Jimin’s belt and shoved into his pants, pulling his boxers and jeans down until you finally freed his leaking length, thick and throbbing to be treated.

What you always thought was right, his cock was pretty just like him. You graciously pumped him, spreading his pre-cum over the head as you watched him lean his head back, kissing under his jaw.

“So pretty, Jimin, just like you.”

Jimin stopped caring about any and everything and instantly grabbed one of your legs, spreading you wide open for him and situated himself before your entrance.

He brought a hand over yours pumping his member and moved you quicker against his hot flesh, looking down at the lewd scene and your pretty pussy aching for him.

“Look at you soaking, baby, so much prettier.” 

You moaned needily, the back of your shins urging Jimin closer to you again as you whined. “Jimin..”

“Raw?” he breathed impatiently. 

“Fuck yes, birth control.”

Jimin didn’t even take a millisecond before he was pushing against your hole, placing the hand that was pumping his member now against your pelvic bone, pressing down to feel himself sink inside of you.

You instantly careened, moaning out so loud that if there wasn’t music blaring in the house, everyone would know how stuffed Jimin made you feel.

“Fuck-Jimin! Stop doing that, it feels too fucking good..!” You nearly cried, the pressure of Jimin’s hand making you feel any and every ridge, vein and hardness of his thick cock, your walls drinking him in.

“Fuck you, this is what you get.” Jimin blurted as he buried himself to the hilt, groaning satisfyingly at your warm walls hugging him before plunging to make out with you.

Jimin began fucking you with conviction, determination to drive you insane for him as he spread you open. He thrusted fast and hard from the get-go, neglecting to set a pace knowing how much of a cock-loving brat you were. His thumb resting just above your clit dipped down to lightly play with your bud, tease it, all the while licking into your mouth and thrusting into you.

You gasped hard, so much that Jimin’s name was the only thing coherent within them and he swallowed all your sounds with his lips. Your body was on fire at the drag of his cock, shocked at how wet you were when he hadn’t even fingered or eaten you out, his cock doing all the work, leaving you only thinking of Park Jimin’s sheer power.

You wanted all of him so badly, wanted him to ruin you, destroy you like he said he would, fuck you open like he always insinuated he would.

“Jimin, please, harder! Fuck me like the brat I am, teach me a fucking lesson.”

“Princess likes it hard, huh? Want me to fuck this pussy up? Make it all mine?” Jimin’s words were so filthy they had you clutching onto him tightly, arousal gushing from you as Jimin impaled you harder, snapping into you.

His thumb continued its onslaught, your walls convulsing to his every stroke as you gripped his shoulders and kissed him, biting his plushy bottom lip as he fucked you harder.

“Mm, Jimin, fuck!” Your tits bounced as he pounded into you, taking his every thrust like a champ and he damn well shook the entire vanity, continuously drilling your hole as he gave no room for mercy. Your hands snaked into his hair and tugged, making him groan in approval and he only pushed you open wider in response.

“You pretty brat, look at you getting what you want. Fucked like the cock-loving princess you are.” Jimin breathed against your mouth, his skin slicking with sweat as he worked tirelessly against your opening, battering your pussy with an unforgiving speed.

“You would’ve gotten your dick sucked, but apparently-” you shuddered breathily, “I w-wasn’t a good girl.” You felt weak from his repeated onslaught, the bubbling pleasure in your gut keeping you going. 

“Yeah, so fucking behave and maybe I’ll let you choke on my dick.”

“Y-you stop playing games and maybe I’ll let you eat my pussy.”

Jimin only ticked his head to the side as he chuckled darkly, starting to propel his thick cock into your gut and raging at your clit so roughly, you gasped as you carved your pleasure into his skin. Jimin did the same as he bore his fingers into you, a hand squeezing your thigh harshly as he held your leg and your walls fluttered around him, moans growing higher in pitch.

“Jimin! I’m gonna-“ you didn’t even complete your sentence as your walls clamped around him, orgasm washing over you so quickly you barely realized it came. You clenched him like a vice and panted hard against his mouth, Jimin finally coming undone as well, spurts of cum painting your insides and filling you to the brim, certain he’d leak out of you for hours.

You felt stuffed, so full of him you were hazed over with post-orgasm bliss, mind unwinding from any trifling matter on Earth. Your forehead slacked against his shoulder as you both panted for air, sweating as Jimin held your weak body in his arms.

His cock remained shoved inside you, the throbbing letting up on both of you as your highs settled down.

“You..” Jimin swallowed dryly, breathing. “took me like a good girl. Maybe you can suck me off next time.”

“Next time?” You breathed labourly, turning your face towards his.

Jimin peered down at you resting against him, biting back a grin. “Of course, there’s always a next time with flirts like us.”