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Fifty Shades of Lucifer. 18+ an obey me fanfic🔞 (A dominant Lucifer and a submissive Mc)

🔞 Warning: spanking, toys, bondage, shock collar and a whole bunch of sin.

I need some help. There was this obey me fanfic on this hellish website and I don't know who it was wrote by, or what was the title of the post, so if anyone knows what I'm talking about, please link it in the comments. so the boys were trying to hide their heat from Mc, but Mc, found out anyway and it went from youngest to oldest; belphegor got caught doing shit to Mc's underwear, beel fuck Mc on belph bed, asmo couldn't stand his own scent, Satan was angry, Levi did the 'do' to himself with his tail, Mammon was mammon and the last time I check Lucifer one wasn't out. so if anyone knows what I'm talking about please link it in the comments, I will kiss you.

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I was about to do this whole like every time Lucifer speaks is red but I forgot the app sucks donkey ass, so it doesn't save what I want it to do (it also removes some of the stuff I wrote down here)

He was sitting in his study, up late again as the night before paperwork had to be done. Lucifer was tired as he sat at his desk, gloves were off, his tie was undone. Leaning against his hand as he tried his hardest to stay awake. He was stressed and he knew it. He was tired of the paperwork, his brother's antics and tired of cleaning up their messes. But he has too much pride to admit that he needs a break. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh as his fingers ran through his hair. He came to a realization that he is too stressed to carry on, he needed to let out his frustration. He usually just holds it in until he has enough and blows up on Mammon. But recently Lucifer got a new pet to take his anger out on. He chuckled to himself as he stood up, he walked to the fireplace and put out the flames. He opened the door to his study and closed it behind him as he left for his room, a smile plastered across his face as he made his way to his room, gratefully waiting for your arrival.

Feeling groggy your eyes flutter open, slowly being woken up by your D.D.D. ringing on the nightstand. You rolled out of bed and walked to the nightstand, the name 'Lucifer' flashed on the screen as you answered the call "Hello…?" "Were you asleep?" He asked with a voice more tired sounding than yours "Come to my room, now, don't make me wait" you looked at your phone confusedly as the call ended, you wondered why Lucifer wanted you at this hour as you slowly walked to his bedroom. You knocked on the wood, a weary "Come in" encouraged you to open the door "You wanted to see me, Lucifer?" "Yes, close the door" you complied and closed it. You looked around the room before your eyes landed on a little box lying on his bed. You looked at the table, several more Akuzon boxes sitting on it. You glanced at the Avatar pride that was sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand "Come, set" he gestured to the bed. you wandered over and sat down next to the box "I'm sorry for calling on you at this hour, I needed to ask you a question" "Is the question that important that you have to wake me up at 2:00 am?" Lucifer didn't like the cocky tone in your voice as you said those words, but he kept calm as he knew that cockiness wouldn't last for long "Yes, it's very important for that it couldn't wait for tomorrow" he put the glass of wine up to his lips and sipped it "First, I would like you to open your gift" he gestured to the Akuzon box sitting next to you. You hesitated, it's Lucifer after all and the way he was staring at you, wasn't innocent. He noticed your expression as you looked at the box curiously and laughed "Go on, It's not poisonous, you can open it" you looked at him then slowly shrugged as you began to open the box. You were shocked as your eyes looked at the content within the box: a red leash with a matching collar and golden dog tags attached to it

"Do you like it?" He asked with a slight smile across his face. You stared at the collar as you noticed your full name and your date of birth on one of the dog tags, and the words ‘property of Lucifer’ on the other "Now, on to the question why you're here" he said as he sat his glass on the table "Are you my good girl?" You stare at him as you slowly realize the real reason why you're here. You tightly squeeze the dog collar as your heart pounded with excitement "yes" you mumble as you squeeze your thighs together, your hips shifting in your seat. Lucifer let out a slight chuckle "Is that how good girls talk now?" You looked down at the floor in shame as you slowly shook your head "Now, I'll ask you again" placing his elbows on the table as he rested his chin on his hands "are you my good girl?" He stared at you and curiosity as he wandered, will you give him what he wanted? You started to become aroused. You know what he wants, and you know if you say it, you would become his bitch from that point on. staring at the collar again, glancing over the dog tags once more as you took a deep breath and let out a little ”yes, master”

Lucifer started laughing, that was the right answer. He leaned back in his seat and patted his leg "Come here, and bring the gift" you tried to put up some "fight". you think it's fun to get under his skin sometimes, and think it's sexy when he gets angry "I'm not a dog, Lucifer" . He saw that you were still defiant, and wondered how much you could take until you finally broke. He sighed "why are you so damn stubborn?" He stood up straight, his words were full of annoyance as he spoke "I said come here" you rolled your eyes as you got on your hands and knees on the floor and slowly crawled to Lucifer, leash and collar in your hand. Stopping between his legs as you look at him, a devilish grin plastered across his face "That's how good girl's should act" a part of you hates being treated like a dog, but you can't ignore your arousal. And the more obedient you are, the more ecstatic he becomes. He took the collar from you and fastened it around your neck "It fits perfectly" he said "Now people will know who you belong to" He then patted his lap, encouraging you to lay on it. As you lay your head on his inner thigh he begins to rub his fingers through your hair "You're such a good girl, yes you are" you sit there as he pat your head and you close your eyes, it was soothing. It was late and you didn't mean to. but loving the tension, you slowly drifted off to sleep. Lucifer saw that you were going to sleep and got even more annoyed.

He grabbed the leash and yanked on it, jerking you forward "Don't you dare go to sleep on me now, we haven't got started yet" he let go of the leash and place a hand on your cheek "I have more gifts for you" he said "But you have to earn them" his hand moved to the back of your head and ran his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful of it, making you wince as you stared at the devilish grin on his face "Now, be a good girl and suck your master’s cock" he set up and started unbuckling his pants "I will warn you, I'm not going to hold back this time" You weighed in anticipation as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He ran his thumb under the waistband of his boxers staring at you while he did it, making you wait "Is this what you want?" He asked while pulling down his boxers, exposing his aching shaft. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, you can't deny it any more, you did enjoy the way he treated you. He cocked an eyebrow at your eagerness. He found it amusing, how you were so hesitant the first time you two did something like this, but in that moment you were like a dog begging for a treat, and he loved it. Lucifer put a hand on your cheek, his thumb entered your mouth and rubbed it on the inside of your cheek before pulling on it, making your mouth open wider. The tip of his cock rested on your tongue before sliding in your mouth, a slight hiss escaped from his lips as you fully took him in your mouth "Ahw! fuck yes!" His hands moved to the back of your head, his fingers slid through your hair as he bucked his hips. You gagged as Lucifer’s cock slid into your throat, you always had trouble taking him in your mouth, he definitely was on the thicker side than his brothers. your aching pussy throbbed between your legs as your arousal began to be unbearable. Enjoying the feeling of your face being fuck, you put your hand down your pants and started teasing yourself, rubbing and teasing the sensitive folds.

Lucifer stopped, looking down at you, he saw what you were doing and pulled out of your throat, resting his cock in your mouth before slamming back deep in your throat, making you choke.

your eyes begin to water from the feeling of his member violently thrust into you "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself" he removes his cock from your throat, leaving you with an empty feeling. You wanted more, removing your hands but reaching out a hand to touch the throbbing member before you, but Lucifer smacked your hand away "dogs don't eat their meal with their hands" he grabbed your hair and pushed your face against his crotch making his dick grind against your cheek. He took the tip of his cock and started pressing it against your cheek "A good dogs eat there food with there fucking tongue" he said while forcefully rubbing the head of his member against your cheek, making your face shiny with pre "Now, be a good BITCH and eat your food" you tried to put up a fight. You wanted to please him, but you also wanted to piss him off just to see what he does next "I. AM. NOT. A. DOG-" as soon as you said those words, Lucifer immediately became annoyed and grabbed your face. He held your chin with a tight grip as his thumb and index finger pressed into your cheeks "are you trying to piss me off!?"

Yes, yes you were..

"Why are you so disobedient?!" He knew you were being disobedient on purpose, he knew you were just trying to get under his skin, just to rile him up. He knows he has to break you now. Lucifer roughly rubs the tip of his cock against your lips, making them glossy as he covers them in pre-cum "Now, be a good bitch and lick my cock" without hesitation your tongue is out, licking the underside of Lucifer's shaft. You rolled your tongue from the base to his head. A weak "finally" croak from Lucifer's throat. Your tongue explored his shaft, licking up and down his cock making him grit his teeth. You licked back up to the tip and started circling the head with your tongue. Lucifer growled when the tip of your tongue licked at the slit of his cock. Looking up at him, his eyes were glossy with a yellow hue as his gaze met yours "does it feel good?" You smile with a slight chuckle as the tip of your tongue digs into the slit of his member, lapping up beads of pre. Lucifer got agitated "shut up" your mouth was suddenly filled with his cock. You put your hands on his hips and dig your nails into his skin, the feelings of your throat being filled up once again made you moan around him. He bucked his hips, he ran his fingers through your hair as he started to lose it "N- now that's how a good girl should act!" His thrust got faster and rougher, and the pathetic, muffled sound that you tried to make only encouraged him "do m- my pet want a treat?" He pulled on your hair, yanking your head back. Lucifer took his cock out of your mouth, and stroked it in front of your face "open your mouth, and stick out your tongue" you did what you were told, sticking your tongue out and watched him as he stroked his member, vigorously. His tip lied on your tongue as he pumped his cock up and down "don't spill a fucking drop!" he said with gritted teeth. With one final grunt, your mouth was full with his cum. Covering your tongue. his cum overflowed from your mouth, you tried to catch it with your hands. Lucifer pulled away and looked at you. He got even more annoyed, you had one job and you couldn't do it right "lick your hands" he said with a disappointed look on his face. You stared at your hands that were covered in his seed and put them up to your lips. You looked up at him as you started to lick the palm of your hands, tracing your tongue over lines in your hands that were covered in his seed. Lucifer stared intensively as he watched you suck your fingers, staring right into your eyes as you licked between your fingers. When you are done you sit on the floor, waiting for him to give you another command. He laughed at your obedience "you did such a good job in sucking me off, but…" he crouch down in front of you, a slight devious smile plastered across his face as he tap the floor with a finger "you missed a spot" you looked down at the small puddle of Lucifer's cum seeping into the carpet "Lick it up" you stared at him "no" you said with a little cockiness in your voice. Lucifer didn't find your disobedience cute however, now he knows that he has to break you of that little Pride you have left.

"I don't think I stuttered, did i?" Lucifer's voice was low and cold. He grabbed you by the hair and pushed your face down into the carpet "I said Lick. It. Up!" You reluctantly did what you were told. He watched with amusement as you lapped up his cum from the carpet like a dog. When you were done you looked at him, waiting for another command. Lucifer met your gaze, chuckled as he slowly shook his head. He grabbed you by the arm and made you stand up, his hands moved up to your face. His thumbs rubbed over your cheeks, wiping away the tears that still remains "you were doing so good, mc" he said as his hands slide down to your shoulders "but you wasted it, so now I'm going to have to punish you" he grabbed you by the arm again and sat down on the couch, dragging you down with him. He bent you over his knee, making you face the fireplace. You let out a gasp as he started pulling down your pants "Lucifer?!" He let your pants dangle from your ankles, exposing your ass to him. He ran a hand up your thighs, and slowly cupped one of your cheeks before slapping it. you whine from the pain. You tried to brace yourself for another strike, but you couldn't help but to scream as his hand came in contact with your skin again, harder, making a wave of pain wash over your body "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, you wasted my cum and you are so disobedient. Scream all you like, this is your fault" he hit you harder, and harder. Your screams bounce off the walls. It hurts, but you couldn't help but to get off from it. Lucifer was enjoying your screams as he slapped your ass, leaving red handprints on your abused skin "Apologize" "wha-?!" Was all you can say before he hit you again "Apologize for what you did" his hand began to rubbed over the red skin of your ass "Apologize for being disobedient, wasting my cum and for touching yourself without my permission" he slapped you again making you whimper out a weak "I'm sorry" he slapped your ass again "LOUDER!" "I'M SORRY!" You screamed as you balled your hands into fists. You brace yourself for another hit but you are caught off guard by Lucifer laughing. He didn't know why he was laughing, but somehow the way you pleaded for forgiveness was cute, and also pathetic. Lucifer's hand went back to your ass. You wince from the stinging sensation as Lucifer's warm hands started rubbing the abused skin of your ass cheek, smirking as he rubbed the red marks that he made "You're enjoying this aren't you?" "no.." you whimpered out. Lucifer knew that you were lying and found it cute that you tried so hard to deny what you truly wanted. His hand moved to your thighs, slowly sliding them up. Your whimpers turn into moans as Lucifer fingers trails over your aching folds "If you're not enjoying this, then why are you so wet?" He removed your pants from your ankles and threw them. He grabbed you by the arm and lifted you up to make you straddle him. The smile that was on Lucifer's face quickly turned into a devilish grin when he saw your tearful eyes. Lucifer cooed happily as he licked your fallen tear from your cheeks, before moving to your ear and whispering "Maybe we should stop" "what...?" You said as you tried not to focus on the stinging sensation from your butt "Since my bitch is crying so much, then we need to stop" you were shocked. Why did he want to stop now? This wasn't the first time that Lucifer spanked you, far from it, but this time you know it was different. Almost like he's been causing you pain deliberately, like he's trying to prove something. Your mine ran blink for a moment, then a slight sigh lifted you as leaned your head against his shoulder “I will stop with the behavior” You now know what this was about. Your voice was hoarse as you quietly whispered "don't stop…. please" you moved to kiss him. A gentle kiss to his lips turned into a rough one, leaving you gasping for air when you pulled away “ You sank to your knees on to the floor, grabbing the red leash that was still hooked to the red matching collar that was still on your neck. Lucifer was surprised when you put the leash into his open palm and then closed his hand. Pulling away, you looked up at him as nothing but shame fell from your lips "please don't stop" you let your head hang down a shame as you continued "I'll do what you say, I'll be your dog, just don't stop" setting on the floor with your head down, you felt a shane but you wanted more. The room was uncomfortably silent as the two of you waited on for the other one to speak first, the Avatar Pride was stunned by your sudden actions that he actually looked at you with a slight pity. It was until you utter the word "master?" when Lucifer's calm demeanor turns into greed. When he loosened his grip on the leash it slithered out of his hand, and on to the floor "such a picky pet" you kept your eyes on the floor, waiting for your master to tell you what to do. It wasn't until Lucifer grabbed you by the hair when you looked at him, a stinging sensation in your scalp from how hard he was gripping on to your hair. Lucifer looked at you with disgust and that look that he gives you when he's disciplining you. It was full of shame and disappointment, and you usually were afraid when he looked at you like that, but in this situation you can't help being aroused. "You'll do what I say, huh?" You nod your head with the little mobility you had "You like it when I treat you like a dog, don't you? treating you like shit, while I fuck your brains out?" a worried "yes" was all you can say before you were forcefully tossed on the floor "Then prove it" he crossed his legs as he continued "Bow to me and prove your loyalty" you moved from your spot on the floor to be in front of Lucifer. Setting yourself up where you were on your knees, and slowly bowing your head. It wasn't enough for Lucifer however, and he silently put his foot on the back of your head, and pushed down to make your face buried in the carpet "Look at you, not putting up a fight like an obedient bitch" he continued "now, who does this bitch belong to?" He slowly started grinding his foot into your head, making you wince "I said who do you belong to?" A weary "you, sir" came out before your face was buried deep into the carpet, your head pinned down to the floor by Lucifer's foot "I'm going to do what I want to you and you're not going to complain, you understand me?"

"Yes, master"

"Good"

Lucifer removed his foot and stood up straight "I guess you're good enough" you lift your head to look up at him, a sweet and gentle smile replaced the wicked grin he had before "You can open a another present" he gestured to one of the Akuzon boxes that was still on the table "Some may bring you pleasure, while the other will bring you pain. But no matter which one you choose, you will enjoy it" You turn to look at the table in the several unopened boxes lying upon it. Staring at the different sized boxes you wondered to yourself; If the first box had a leash and a dog collar in it, what was inside the others? You wanted to open all of them at once to ease your mind, but it wasn't until you noticed that one of the boxes didn't have the Akuzon logo on it. It was just a plain box. Lucifer shifted closer, he noticed that you were glaring at a pacific box that he put together. sitting on the edge of the couch he leaned down to hover over you "Are you sure you want that one?" Your curiosity turned into dread. The unknown contents of the box started to become concerning as you reminisced what Lucifer said "what's in these that would make me feel pain?" Lucifer didn't give a direct answer other than a smile "Pick one and find out" you hesitated, still unnerved by the fact that you don't know what is in the boxes. but put that uneasiness aside as you want this to continue. You pointed to the box with no recognizable markings and sighed "This one" with a smile Lucifer grabbed your arm and stood up, making you stand on your feet. He walked with you until you both were in the middle of the room, standing under the chandelier. He told you to "Stay" and return to the table. He picked up the box that you singled out and opened it. Lucifer proceeds to rummage through contents of the box "Take off your shirt" he demanded over his shoulder. You did what you were told, taking off your shirt and letting it fall to the floor, leaving you naked. You tried covering your chest with your arms but as soon as your hands touched your breasts, Lucifer grabbed your wrist and jerked you forward. He gave you that look again, that disapproving look that made your legs weak. Suddenly, Lucifer tied your wrists together, it wasn't until the rest of the rope was strong through the chandelier when you noticed his intentions. He pulls on the rope, making your arms raised above your head. He didn't stop pulling it on, however. Pulling the rope tighter and tighter, you begin to whimper about the rope starting to dig into your skin. It wasn't until you're on your tippy toes when Lucifer stopped and tied the rope to the Chandelier. He took a step back to look at you. Staring at the pretty 'rope bunny' in front of him, made the Pride filled demon giddy with glee. Even though he was tired, Lucifer hasn't felt this satisfied in a while. the only time he find something this satisfying is when he used to torture demons that disobey him, or when his greedy little brother max out his credit cards. The way your wrist was bound together and the way your legs wanted to give out as the chandelier struggled to hold your weight, made his cock hardon again.

"It's too tight" you felt the rope dig into your skin. It is not the first time you've been tied up, but you were struggling. Lucifer just closed his eyes and shook his head, he giggled "I thought you said you won't complain" he looked disappointed in his face as he continued "It seems like I have to discipline you" he turned around and walked back to the table. You watched as Lucifer put up the box of the table and walked back over to you, with that same disappointing look. Your eyes met. It wasn't until he walked behind you and that eye contact broke, you tried to angle your head to see him, but you couldn't because of how your arms were positioned "what are you doing?" Lucifer shushes you. You tried your best to know what he was doing by the sound of his movement, but to no avail. The room became uncomfortably silent. You heard no movement, nothing, almost like Lucifer wasn't behind you "Lucifer?..." Nothing. You tried again "Lucifer… please" still nothing. It was only when you mumble the word "master?" When you heard something like a snort when you were reminded of his presence. You heard Lucifer footsteps, he was right behind you but you were still startled when you heard his voice right in your ear "impatient, are we?" Suddenly, the caller that was still around your neck was being removed and it was immediately replaced by something else. You couldn't look to see what it was as it was around your neck, but you could tell whatever that was now around your neck wasn't normal. It wasn't long until Lucifer's hands were on your body. Coming from behind, his hands started at your waist, feeling your soft skin as his fingers shift to your hips "Such a delicate human form" he said "Too bad I'm going to ruin it" Lucifer moved back from you, going back to the bed he picked up a ball gag that he took out of the box. Lucifer then walked in front of you "open your mouth" he demanded as he put the ball of the gag up to your lips, and fastened passed the straps behind your head after you took the gag between your teeth. Now you were bound, gagged and completely at a demon's mercy, you could scream and no one would hear it. Just what Lucifer wanted. You looked at one another, like a standoff between predator and prey, but the prey knows it has lost. Lucifer shuffled back behind you but quickly walked back in front of you as he held something behind his back. With his hand, he reaches up and caresses your face. You leaned into his touch, letting out a muffled moan as a ball gag had you mostly silent. But that sweet moment didn't last for too long however. As soon as you let your guard down, Lucifer grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head back. Your whimpers were blocked by the ball gag but that was still enough for the Avatar Pride. The thing that Lucifer was hiding behind his back moved in between your legs "If you cum, I'll make you regret it" before you could think, the feeling of pleasure rushed through you. The vibrator that Lucifer pressed against your aching pussy made your legs weak, as your moans that were blocked by the gag tried to break through. You felt your knees starting to buckle, the rope that was still wrapped around your wrist was the only thing keeping your body from falling on the floor. Your body felt like it was about to collapse, he just started touching you and you're already at your peak, you weren't expecting to cum so soon, you blame yourself for being so sensitive. But you didn't want to give up your orgasm quite yet. You looked up and focused your eyes on your two arms that were bound above your head, trying your best not to climax. Lucifer knew you were trying to fight it, he took your resisting as obedience. But Lucifer wanted you to cum so he could punish you. Lucifer was sliding his fingers across your sensitive flesh, increasing your excitement and stimulating you as you tried to steady your breathing. He placed a kiss on your breasts, it was gentle, a lot more gentle than the ones he gave you on your lips. But when his mouth moved to your nipples, you tried to ignore him. Closing your eyes trying not to give in to the pleasure. When he wasn't getting the response that he wanted, Lucifer rubbed the vibrator on your clit but not before putting on the toy on Max power. Your eyes shot open, you looked down at the smug demon who was teasing your breasts. You wanted to scream, to let your voice out but the ball gag prohibits those rights. All you could do was inhale and exhale rapidly, as you begin to unravel. The wand continued to vibrate your clit, you felt the urge to cum increase when Lucifer pinch your nipples between his teeth. your orgasm rattled you as you cried out his name in a long note of pleasure. Your climax just kept rising higher and higher, you could feel your knees weaken tremors throughout as you wrote out your orgasm as your juices drench down your thighs and cover Lucifer's hand.he moves to cup your face wiping the loose strands of hair away. You stared at him teary-eyed as you try to come down from your euphoric high, he smiled at you wickedly before he whispered in your ear "you came, so now I get to punish you" you realize what you have done, you disobey your master and slowly start shaking your head "no" but you're quiet please fell on deaf ears as bolts of electricity rush your body. You screamed but nothing came out as agonizing pain filled your body. And just like that it was gone, leaving you a twitching mess as the remnant of electricity made your nerves feel like they were jumping. Your legs finally give out. The only thing that kept you from falling to the ground was the ropes that still bind your wrists to the chandelier. You were breathing rapidly, you wanted to pass out but lost his voice caught your attention "This is your punishment, so enjoy it" the rush of the electricity filled your body once more but it was a lot stronger, more painful. And once again the feeling of being shocked was gone, leaving you a trembling, confused mess. your heart pounding in your head as you tried to think straight, feeling dizzy and your vision was doubled, you slowly trying to gain your sanity back. It wasn't until you heard Lucifer calling your name when finally you felt like yourself again "Mc? Is my little doggie dead?" You looked at him, after what he did to you, Lucifer's caring smile felt foreign. He proceeded to remove the ball gag from your mouth. as soon as Lucifer did that, you're heavy panting was the only thing coming out of your mouth before you ask, in a shaky breath "w- w- what the fuck d- did you do to- to me?!" He pointed to his neck "shock collar" he calmly said. Lucifer pulled out a small remote and waved it across your face. You stared at him bewildered then remembered that he put something around your neck that you couldn't see "I did originally bought it for Cerberus, but sometimes inside bitches needs discipline too" Lucifer precedes to untie your wrist and you immediately collapsed in his arms, tired as you can barely stand up. Lucifer wiped the sweat from your face, he stared into your tired eyes and gave you a sweet kiss to your forehead. But when you thought the torture was over, Lucifer grab your hair again and when you saw that disappointed look on his face, you knew it wasn't over "Get your ass to the bed, and bend over" your master gave you orders and you followed them. Getting onto your hands and knees, you tried your best not to fall over as you crawled to Lucifer's bed. Bending over, you stuck your ass up in the air as your upper body laid on top of the covers. Looking over the bed, you notice there was more sex toys lying upon it: couple of vibrators, a few dildos. But one thing that caught your eye the most was Lucifer's riding crop. The same riding crop was picked up by the demon. Lucifer gripped the riding crop tightly in his hands and glared at your still bright red ass.

"do you remember what to say?" Preparing for the strike to come, you gripped the covers and nodded in response. Lucifer took a deep breath before striking you with the riding crop. you jerked forward, you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure as Lucifer precedes to hit you again

"say it"

"I'm a dumb human whore" the riding crop came in contact with your skin as Lucifer precedes to hit you harder

"what else?"

"I love to be stuffed by demon cock. To be used as a cum dope by your kind" he hit you again the riding crop leaving red marks to your already abused bottom

"do you like to be treated like this?" Another strike thrash your skin, your words messy as you try to breathe

"I- l love to be abused, used and treated like the scum I am" Lucifer steps back and smiles, admiring the new marks he added to your skin. Lucifer ran his fingers through his hair and quietly chuckled to himself as he watched you slowly crawl into his bed. Tired and out of breath, you just wanted to be filled up by him. You roll over onto your back and spread your legs open, you reached between your legs and spread open your wet and drenching cunt, exposing yourself to him "please, just fuck me" you continue "I said what you wanted, I did what you wanted, now please just do this one thing for me and fuck me" Lucifer inhale deeply, as he fight the urge to ravish you, to bury his cock deep inside of you. He looked over to his nightstand and slowly laughed as he stared at a clock that was sitting on it "look at the time. it's very late, maybe we should get some sleep?"

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Request: Could u do one where y/n is a stripper but her and Harry are already together. So Harry and his friends all know y/n works at the strip club because she’s Harry girl and they all go up there and she gives him a lap dance?? Idk I just need something dirty😂✋🏽

Disclaimer: Public infatuation, spitting and teasing.

Do you ever see shit crumbling down infront of your eyes and said, "fuck it." before taking the step that could have a ominous impact on your life? Perhaps Y/N did the same. When she couldn't pay for her UNI she started working at a club as a waitress, scrubbing the awful stickiness of beers and alchol wasn't a nightmare for her at least.

She always admired the girls outdoing themselves on stage, something so fascinating about having men on the tip of their shoes and emptying their pockets just to have a watch of mere skin.

One night when the clock striked past 2 am and the club had barely three people her friend ushered her on the stage, it wasn't sexy and eroticaly mind blogging. She was trying to have fun (she's very socially akward and have a stage phobia). Rather, cute as she danced in her pink skirts and showy apron not caring when her headband slid down as she spinned around the pole with loud giggles.

What took her gasp away was a beautiful man sitting in the corner dimmed away from the bashing lights of the room. Hand adorned in gems and jewels wrapped around the crystal glass of beer as he sat man-spreading in a black suit, a white shirt underneath that gives the glimpse of his tattoos and an evident smirk of ferver for her that made her tummy scorch.

"Y/N!" The bartender shouted for her, "Take this order for the table 22, quick." She tumbles down two stairs hastily and it takes out a chuckle from his lips, his eyes following her constantly. The glass of another bevy is for none other than the man with emarld eyes and chocolate curls.

She approaches him with a bicker between her mind and heart to shut the fuck up, as she slides the glass infront of him without glancing up at him.

"Y'dance gorgeously." His voice sultry and so so supple she couldn't belive it came out from him. "Uhm thank you . . . but 'm not what you're thinking 'm." She fumbles with her apron back treating slowly and he raises his brows not in amusement but in acknowledgement puffering out his bottom red lip she oh so gonna think about whole night.

"Doesn't matter, eh." She nods, "like somethin' else?" Her smile. Harry think her smile lit up his previous grumpy mood and his eyes falls over her shoes, he didn't like that they were literally about to thread into patches.

"Nope. Jus' headin' out, take care, love." Fuck him. There's no way she wouldn't imagine about him, being there in her dainty loft.

He left a bunch of cash as her tip and it made her all blushy.

Their next encounter was rather funny. Bumping into eachother at a grocery shop and her collection of junk food, cans of sweet sodas and candies went flying infront of him making her feel giddy that what he'd think about him? A child of five ready to go back to school?

His apologies were cut short when he sees it's her and his eyes went glowy. She's completely a different person when not under the blazing lights, so soft and clean wearing a cream coloured sweater, curdoury lilac pants and spectacles perched atop her bunny nose.

Him in a rolling stones tee and slacks.

"Y'alright, there?" He asks her with a brush to her elbow and she nods, "oh, Mr. Gucci pants?" That was the point where their love story started not a clićhe one but Harry's head over heels for her to this day. She calls him Gucci pants to annoy him cause his trousers that had a visible gucci label on the hem of them.

Then after few months of them hanging out and their first kiss she got to know that he's the owner of the club she fucking works at. She didn't know what to do, is that okay to date something out of your status and league? Even boss? She ghosted him for weeks and realized that how much she missed him. His thoughts didn't seem to leave her mind at all, his lips and kisses.

They've a most healthy relationship, he doesn't stop her from working at club as a waitress neither does he feels remorseful when she gets angry for paying her extra replying with cheekiness, "can't wait to have our bank accounts together, i like to give y'me lovin' sweet bug."

Their sex life's a proper satisfaction for both of them, Harry's such a caring domineering to her and it makes her cry sometimes when she floats into her sub-space. She loves to have him inside her after rough nights and to have sex in the morning getting sticky due to him hardening while still inside her.

She's public shy so they never try anything outside (harry respects her boundaries and gives her space whenever she needs some) but giving him a blowjob in his car doesn't seem that scary, does it? And the fact she loves to keep him warm and wet in her mouth everytime. He exposed her to the world of sex toys and how to use them, she was hesitant in the start but now loves to play with herself while he caresses his cock infront of her.

She hates being tied up! Always wants to touch him and feel his velvety skin. He ties up when she's being a bad puppy.

She loves when he fucks her from behind on her knees studying and sometimes she likes him harsh too, to be pounded raw, it makes her panties soak with yearn to have him.

But, in general he's all pet names and kisses. Gifting her silks and making her matchas. Cuddles and hugs from behind. Though, he likes to be a small spoon with his face tucked between her squishy tits and likes to have back rubs by her when the work gets a load on him.

Today though she'd like to come out of her cocoon and do something bold to show him that she wanna put the same effort to turn him on as he does. She doesn't know that her only presence stiffens his dick.

Harry was along his friends in his usual spot away from the bustling crowd when the patter of heels distracted them making their heads perk up, "would you guys like something?" She asks them and Nialler who's already miffed bad hiccups, "another bevy fo' me." She rolls her eyes at him sticking her tongue out.

"Then fetch one for yourself." While they bickered Harry admired his girl. The curve of her peach and her fleshy thighs, the stocking she's wearing doing nothing to satiate his burn to fuck her right now on these tables infront of everyone. "Anddd what'd you like to 've, Sir." She dips her knee between his thighs near his crotch whispering sultry-ly in his ear and pressing her wet lips against his earlobe on purpose.

"You." He smiles bashfully running his hands under her skirt and thighs giving it lil smack making her squeal softly, "'m all yours to take." She smooches a kiss to his mouth and presses her panties clad cunt against his man-spread moaning subtly when he groped her ass to assist her in humping him.

"Get a room you guys!!" Their friends hollered and Harry was quick to take Y/N's hand leading her to a private room, "On the sofa legs spread fo' me." She doesn't listen to him and pushes him down instead crawling up his lap.

"No." She tries to use the most intimidating voice, "what? You sound like a kitten, baby." He teases her letting his fingers linger over her garter and she hisses when he snaps it. She pins his wrists between them telling him grumpy-ly, "I - said - no." Her neck stretches giving Harry more skin to plant kisses as she brought his hand to cup them against her pussy.

"Wanna fuck me 'n d'the dirty work yourself? Go on then." He murmures grazing her collarbones with his teeth and palms her chest, stroking the perked nipple again and again to make her wet than she already's. Except of undressing him herself she orders him because she's too far gone to do anything other than have his cock pounding inside her, "Undress." When he does so she wraps her hand around his huge prick and taps his cherry lips with her fingers.

Pulling at his foreskin for some time and coating it perfectly with his own pre-come she sides her panties with shaky fingers and sinks down on him completely, she loves this position. In this way he feels too big inside her, deep to her tummy and could embrace eachother cosily.

"This's what you wanted? To fuck yourself with me prick, to keep it forever inside you?" He grabs her from sides helping her ride him and she hugs his shoulders whimpering with each languid stroke of his thickness against her spongy walls, "yes, yes, yes." His balls slaps against her bum and she squeezes around him with a cry.

He tuts in a mean voice, "Look how 've turned me sweet innocent Y/N into a filthy girl whose cunt's always drippin' with me cum." Her hairline beads with sweat and she muffles her moans by bitting him, he yanks her.

"Let everybody listen how hard ye're bein' pounded." He growls spanking her ass to a plump redness, groping her asscheeks to push harder and it makes her squirt around him.

"More, more, please more." She says in a soft hoarseness thighs quaking around his waist from exhaustion and he chuckles kissing her temple rolling her sensitive clit with the pad of thumb to make her cum, "oh! Harry — " This time she moans without holding back and when she doesn't stop moving Harry takes the hint.

"Bug you're gettin' tired." He flips them. Pressing her thigh against the back of couch with a tight grip of his hands around, so tight it'll leave imprints. Looking down a whimper slips from his throat at the sight of her widely spread for him and her pussy lips wrapped around his rock hard cock, though the sofa is already ruined with their wetness he spits where they're connected.

The dirty, sloppy wet noises of them turns him on so bad and he laps at her nipples like a kitten would do drilling inside her vigorously it makes her gasp in pleasure, moan and cry his name.

She rakes her nails down his spine when he grinds down at her in rough circles, "I'm gonna cum." She cries out cramping around him and their bones rattles with each pound she receives from him.

"Come fo' me darlin', gonna count to three — " He caresses her jaw, kissing her again and again face expression bundling up with the wave of pleasure that's about fluid over him as she thrashes under him, head on the sofa and torso stretching out, "fuck, fuck, fuck." He mutters unloading inside of her in sticky white ribbons that spill out of her because he came alot.

Taking a breather they untangle themselves a little and she whispers snuggling into his neck, "might think we could crash at this sofa tonight." Wrapping her calves around him like a koala.

"But, 'm hungry too." She giggles when her stomach grugled angrily.

"Let's clean up and get fish 'n chips from the next shop." He pets her head.

"Amazing!" She chirps.

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floralseokjin · 3 years

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The green eyed monster

⇢ memoirs of a mistake timeline

[saga index] [drabble index]

kim seokjin x reader // smut // 2,232 words

warnings; party/bathroom sex, protected sex, some type of mirror sex, fingering

You pushed the bathroom door open a few inches, impatiently searching for Seokjin in the crowd of bodies that littered the hallway while simultaneously trying to keep undetected. What the fuck were you doing right now? You’d told Seokjin there was no way you’d fuck at a filthy college party ever again, and yet, you were the one initiating it tonight... It was absolutely mortifying, but you just couldn’t think about it. Especially when you saw him emerging through a small group congregated by the stairs, all massive shoulders and handsome face. Damn him. Damn him straight to hell.

He smirked as he saw your head peeking out the door, steps quickening and you jumped back inside. No one could see this. You didn’t want anyone to know you were having sex with Kim Seokjin. Not even Lina. (Although thankfully she hadn’t joined you tonight.)

He pushed the door open, casually strolling inside. “Can’t resist me, I see.” He couldn’t help himself, smug look all over his face.

You scowled. “Lock the door. Now.” Without any objections he listened, turning his back to bolt it closed. “Do you want someone to see us?” You were very aware of your tone, you just couldn’t help it. You were annoyed. At yourself. At this party. At Seokjin...

“You’re the one demanding me to meet you in a bathroom.” He pointed out, immediately homing in on you. Hands at your hips he backed you up against the sink. He was either really dense or didn’t mind your attitude. You didn’t know which one was worse.

Ignoring the obvious eyes he was throwing your way, you folded your arms across your chest, nose in the air, refusing to meet his gaze. (If you did, he’d have you bent over in no time, and the thought pissed you off.) “You didn’t tell me you were going to be here tonight.”

Yumi had dragged you out, like she usually did these days, desperate to see more of the guy she’d recently started dating. It was cute really, but you were getting sick of the lack of sleep. You’d spotted Seokjin almost instantly, laughing and joking around with a bunch of his friends. He’s looked in your direction, given you a tiny smile and that was it. Not that he could do much else. He knew this was a secret between you two. But still...

“You didn’t tell me,” he countered, finally sensing something was wrong. Maybe– “Are we doing this thing or not? Because I was having fun down there...”

“Oh, I know you were,” you shot, eyes wide.

Ding ding! He caught the implication laced in your tone immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I saw you dancing.”

There was a brief pause and then he burst out into laughter. “I see. You’re jealous.” He gleed, leaning in, his face millimetres from yours. His breath reeked of beer, but somehow that didn’t bother you. “Green eyed monster.”

You pushed his chest. “I’m not jealous.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

So what if you’d seen him dancing with a bunch of different girls throughout the night? You weren’t annoyed because you were jealous, you were annoyed because you and he had a deal. No sleeping with anyone else. You’d been sticking to it. Was he?

Seokjin smiled, now lacing his arms around your waist as he tilted his head. “I gotta say, I’m touched. Didn’t think you cared about me that much.”

“I don’t...” You said slowly, unamused. “We have a deal, remember?”

He rolled his eyes. “I was dancing with a few girls not fucking them.”

“They want you to fuck them though.” The thought made you a little angry. It wasn’t jealousy though.

“But I don’t want to fuck them.” He replied, his eyes running down your chest, stopping at the cleavage of your dress. “I want to fuck you... All day, every day.” Giving you a squeeze, he pressed his crotch to yours. “Feel that.” You most definitely could feel it. The bump of his erection. “That’s what you do to me... Got me all hard from just a text. Even with all your griping.”

You ignored that last bit, too busy softening at his words. The fact he’d gotten hard from the sheer prospect of having sex with you did wonders for your ego. Seokjin ran a hand down your ass, giving one cheek a squeeze, voice soft. He was trying to coax you. You weren’t dumb, but you let him think you were. “You know if I was allowed I’d be dancing with you, right? I really want to dance with you.” He pressed into you, circling his hips, erection growing stiffer. “Grind all over you...”

You looked up at him, trying your best to keep your expression neutral. “Just fuck me.”

He had the skirt of your dress up above your hips in no time, his thumb pressed against your clothed clit. “No.” You shook him off. “Just fuck me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “No prep?”

You shook your head, letting him pull your underwear down around your knees. He brought two of his fingers towards your entrance, checking if you were wet. “Are you sure? You’re not even wet. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you told him. “I’m getting wet. Just get a condom. You have one, right?”

He was too busy unzipping his jeans, pulling his dick out of his boxers. This is why you didn’t like having sex at parties. It always felt so... cold. Maybe you’d grown too comfortable having sex at his place. You liked him better naked.

“Jin. Condom?” You were getting impatient.

“Alright, alright, I’m getting it,” he complained, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. “And before you ask, this is my emergency one. Just in case you jump me around campus or something.”

You pulled a face. There was way more chance of him jumping you. He initiated sex 90% of the time. Tonight? It was one off. He went to rip the packet open but glanced at you. Outstretching his hand, he grinned. “Put it on for me?”

“Fine.” You snatched it. He was wasting time. You’d already been in here for ten minutes. The door was bound to get bashed in at some point.

Ripping it open with your teeth (a dumb thing to do, by the way), you pulled the condom out, pinching the tip to slip it over Seokjin’s cock. He pulsed beneath your hand as you made sure it was secure, looking up to find him staring straight at you, eyes dark and filled with want.

“Turn around.”

You listened, letting him spin you around by the hips, underwear falling to the floor as you spread your legs a little, letting him have access. He rubbed the head of his cock against your entrance, finding you were now wet. It was embarrassing, but he didn’t point it out surprisingly.

He pushed in slowly, letting you take him inch by inch. It wasn’t painful, but it was a squeeze. When he started fucking you, he wasn’t fully in but he didn’t seem to mind, bunching your dress up further so he could watch your ass better as it bounced with each thrust. He sucked in some air. “God, you really have the most amazing ass.”

Looking up, he met your eyes in the sink mirror. Uh oh. Busted. He was instantly grinning. “Enjoying the view?” You’d been watching him the entire time, he just hadn’t noticed up until now, too distracted by your ass. You couldn’t help but moan, trying to keep as quiet as possible. You’d never had sex in a bathroom before. This was new territory but actually, it was pretty exciting.

“There we go,” Seokjin encouraged, sliding in deeper, all the way, as you got more comfortable. “Start soaking my cock.”

“Ngh. Jin!” His words got to you, walls squeezing around him.

He carried on, hands pawing at your ass. “I thought fucking at parties was beneath you?” His tone was goading, as if he was trying to get a bite. “I get it. You want to prove a point.” His thrusts got harder, you held onto the edge of the sink tightly, staring at your own reflection. This was fast becoming one of the hottest thing you’d ever experienced.

“Shame those girls don’t know about you. Seems like you’d love to rub it in their faces.”

“That’s... Th-that’s not it at all,” you insisted, voice weak. Fucking Seokjin wasn’t something to be proud of.

“You want them to know I’m off limits,” he carried on between grunts. He was making you feel so good right now you couldn’t even think to tell him how wrong he was. Not with all these distractions. “You know I only want to fuck you.”

You melted. Pushing back into him like something desperate. He cupped your ass with one hand, the other holding you tight by the hip. “Fuck. You make me feel so good. Your pussy is so fucking warm and soft. So fucking wet now. I make you wet, don’t I, babe?”

You both moaned then, making eye contact in the mirror. Seokjin’s cheeks were flushed red, something you’d gotten very used to these past few weeks. You found it oddly endearing.

“You’re getting off on this.” He noted. “Watching me fuck you.”

“O-of course,” you choked out, biting down on your bottom lip when he started fucking you harder. “Seokjinn–!”

His hips stuttered, watching you go crazy for him. “Shit. We need to be quick, right?” He got no reply. “I’m gonna cum.”

If you weren’t so distracted right now you would’ve laughed. He didn’t need to make excuses for himself. Cute. He was close because he was so turned on. Nothing more, nothing less.

A few moments later his body stiffened, dick rammed inside you as he released into the condom. “Fuck,” he sighed, when it was all said and done, slipping out of you to remove the latex and trash it. (He did have the courtesy to hide it in toilet paper beforehand though.)

Turning around to face him, he smiled at you, looking a little gooey around the edges. “You look so pretty tonight,” he murmured, your eyes immediately dropping to his mouth. Nope.

“Wanted to get my hands on you as soon as I saw you.” He leaned in to nuzzle your neck, hands grazing your bare ass. At least this position was safer.

“You didn’t even say hi.” You almost pouted. It sounded so unlike you.

He lifted away, looking surprised. At the same time one of his hands travelled forwards, thumb at your clit. “Am I allowed to say hi?”

“I don’t know,” you whispered, pushing your hips into him.

“You need to make these rules clearer.” His voice was barely there, distracted as he pushed two fingers inside of you. You moaned, your face falling into his chest. It was safer this way. No temptation.

He pushed a third finger in gently. “Too much?”

You shook your head. “N-no.”

Going a little faster, you clutched at his t-shirt, thighs beginning to tremble already. Chasing your desperate release you started circling into his thumb, needing the added stimulus to get you off.

“God. This pussy really can’t get enough,” he muttered, voice strained as he concentrated, snapping his wrist like no tomorrow.

“Seokjin, I-I...” You couldn’t get your words out, breathing heavily, pleasure intense.

“Cum, baby.” He purred, the little hairs on the back of your neck shooting up. “Let go and just cum all over my fingers.”

And you did. With a muffled cry up against his t-shirt, pulsing uncontrollably down below, your back sweaty.

“You okay?” He asked once he’d pulled out.

You nodded, lifting your head away. “Yep.” Your voice was a little shaky, which was normal now.

You both soon busied yourself with looking presentable again, moment over. Checking your reflection in the mirror one last time you, you asked him a question curiously. “Did you really mean what you said?” He looked clueless. “About wanting to dance with me?”

“Of course,” he shrugged.

“Then do it.”

“Here?” He seemed confused.

“Yeah. I guess if you just came up behind me and started going for it, I’d probably find it funny and let you continue.”

Pulling a face, he stepped closer. “Huh? Like some kind of pervert?”

“No, idiot,” you scoffed. “Just try it out and see what happens.”

“Okay.” He looked happy.

“Okay.” You smiled, feeling happy too. “Now leave,” you prompted with a tap to his shoulder. “I’ll follow you out in five minutes.”

“See you down there.” He walked past you, hand brushing across your waist affectionately. “By the way.” He stopped, turning back to tell you something. “I caught like three different guys trying to hit on you tonight.”

“What guys?” You asked all confused. What was he going on about?

He chuckled. “Cute, you’re so clueless.”

He gave your ass a tap. “At least I don’t have to worry about you getting lured away.”

You refrained an eye roll. “Go!” Yet you were unable to stop yourself from laughing, shaking him away with your hand.

“I’m goinggg,” he whined, shooting you a parting wink. The nerve.

You waited until he was gone to let yourself smile, excited to get downstairs. You wanted to go dance.

With Seokjin.

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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She’s such an actress

Bestfriend!harry grinding on yn while spooning. / bestfriend!harry you guys casually hookup and can’t get enough of each other (smut, smut and more smut)

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“stop being a fuckin’ blanket hog!”

Y/n gave Harry a glare as she tugged the fluffy fabric farther up her body. The two best friends were on a month-long holiday with their group of friends in Italy. They’d been there six days already and Y/n was already becoming a bit snippy with Harry because the extra people in the house kept her from being able to fuck her best friend whenever she wanted to. They had a bit of an unconventional friendship, they’ve been friends since they were teens and they’re as close as two friends can be- yet one thing that separates their relationship from the relationships they have with their other friends is well, they like to fuck like rabbits. They had been doing that frequent banging since they were in secondary school, anytime Harry would be back from tour for a while from his one direction days they’d usually spend that time getting absurdly drunk and pleasuring each other.

Not having been able to really touch Harry like she’s used to for the last week, she’s starting to get needy which makes her act moody and on edge. Harry gave the girl a sideways glance, raising his eyebrows as a sort of ‘quit it’ reaction to her behavior only getting a huff from her in return. Harry had been met with this huffy puffy version of his best friend many times, whenever he’d annoy her or she didn’t get her way she’d turn on her snarky side. It didn’t phase him anymore. He of course knew why she was acting like this, but he was a little limited in how he can fix it seeing as they’re in a house with 8 of their closest friends- who would never let them hear the end of it if they got caught and he didn’t want to deal with their prying- so he was aware he’d have to deal with this attitude till he could take care of her properly.

y/n laid herself down on the couch, putting her feet in Harry’s lap under the blanket, prompting him to softly massage them for her to get on her good side at least while they watched a movie with their friends and all had a few beers after a day at the beach. The man absentmindedly ran his thumbs on the arch of her right foot, eyes on the screen as he gave her soothing touches smiling soft when he felt her twitch a little. He knew she was ticklish yet she liked when he’d give her massages, so it was an odd combination of her twitching and giggling while letting out relaxed sighs. He didn’t mind though; she had soft skin and always kept her toes manicured so he had no problem with it. He once tried to get her to do the same for him and she pretended to gag before smacking his feet off her lap which he laughed at.

His gaze averted from the screen down to his own blanket covered lap when he felt her left foot starting to nudge at his sweatpants covered crotch. Harry let out a sigh through his nose, while of course he wanted to fuck her brains out he also didn’t want to get a stiffy while sitting with their friends. Plus, knowing he got the girl so needy even her mood was affected gave him a bit of cocky pride- no pun intended. The man pinched her foot giving her a warming glance whilst shaking his head and pushing her feet from his lap, opting to go grab another beer from the fridge knowing he was driving her up the fucking wall.

Y/n was anything but pleased with his antics, so with a scowl she threw the blanket off herself and declared she was going to go shower and go to bed making sure she gave Harry a good side eye and middle finger as she pasted him in the kitchen which made the man chuckle before doing the same just to piss her off further.

Y/n changed into some sleep shorts and one of Harrys old sweatshirts he gave her years ago, she had been left to make herself cum in the shower since Harry was being a little shit and now she was even more annoyed because even after 2 shower head on clit fueled orgasms she still was dying to touch him, smell him, kiss him anything! She needed to feel his big callused hands on her skin, smell his natural musk and hint of cologne and the mint gum he chewed with a lingering bitterness of beer on the corners of his mouth. She needed her bitch of a best friend to stop starving her of the touches she’s used to getting before she threatens to put out applications for a new best friend. (she never claimed to not be dramatic afterall), even if they couldn’t get away with banging regularly here, she needed something or her head was going to explode.

Laying back on her bed she started thinking about how good he looked at the beach earlier that day. Tanned skin complimenting his tattoos, his thick thighs she loves to kiss, mark with hickeys and hump looking extra inviting covered in a sheen of sea water drying onto him under the hot sun. His back muscles imprinted through his exterior whenever he’d lift one of their friends up to toss into the water or punt a volleyball, she almost drooled at the sight of him playing the sport. And god, she could easily make out the lump of his meat through the pale pink swim shorts he was wearing. Even his soft cock could make her knees weak, she’s proved that many times when she’d ask him if she could kiss his soft length, or proposed cock warming. She had no idea how Harry could control himself enough to stay soft when he let her kiss his cock or cuddle with it inside her, but it made it undoubtably sexier to her. she had a love for his manhood, soft, hard, she didn’t care she loved it in every state. It made her feel like a two-dollar hooker, yet she didn’t care because it was her Harry. Best friends over everything.

She let out a pitiful huff, opting to scroll through her phone as she lounged in bed. In the midst of her falling down the Instagram black hole of soap cutting videos she got a text from the man that’s been driving her insane the last six days.

‘you gonna come finish the movie with us or are you gonna pout like a child?’

The young woman felt her attitude flare back up, sending him a snotty text just to get a reaction out of him, wanting to make him mad like she was- which she knew was proving his point that she was being childish.

‘I’m on tinder finding someone to fuck, finish the movie without me’

When the man read the text he knew what she was doing, and yet it still gave him a little tingle of possessiveness and irritation. Of course, he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him, but he also didn’t feed into her bratty behavior. He knew he was making it worse, and she’d give him a wack to the dick if he kept up his antics yet he took his chances wanting to see how worked up he could actually get the girl.

‘have fun, be safe call someone if you need a ride home’

To say Y/n was shocked to see him respond with that, was accurate. Her mouth went slack slightly and her chest shook a little. She was pissed, needy, and sad that he was acting like he really didn’t care about how she felt. She was sensitive, she knew her period was coming next week so her hormones were causing her sex drive and emotions to skyrocket. In her pissed off state she decided she’d really do it, just to piss him off as much as he did to her. two can play at this game.

When the girl was slipping a skimpy dress over her figure, Harry finally decided to make an appearance. He’d heard an awful lot of thumping and shuffling from her room and decided to investigate yet he was surprised to see her now in a dress that left very little to the imagination. He raised an eyebrow as he loomed in the doorway, his shoulder pressed into it while he casually leaned against the wood using his finger to motion to her body. “What are yeh doin’?”, his question made her meet his glance in the mirror a rather unamused glare coming from her eyes. “I’m going out, told y’ that didn’t i? gon’ go find someone to fuck me.”

Harry met tsked the girl slightly, walking further into the room. “No yer’ not, take that dress off and put your pj’s back on.” The man pointed a finger to her disregarded prior clothing, Y/n of course challenged this with a hand on her hip. “Yes, I am. You’re not in charge of me, I’m an adult.” Harry shrugged, not giving into the temptation to argue. “Never said you weren’t grown, I said yer not goin’ out and you’re gonna put your clothes back on. Now, get to it.” His stare seemed to have some sort of power over her, seeing as Y/n found herself quickly caving and shimmying out of the dress.

Harry took a step into the room, closing the door behind him to give her a bit more privacy incase one of their friends walked by and caught a glimpse of her in the process of changing. The girl gave him a pouty face when she stepped out of the material that now was pooled around her ankles, her tits spilling out of her bra as she stood before him in only her undergarments. He watched her carefully as she switched back into her former outfit and slowly stalked towards him, standing about a foot away from his body before tilting her head up to look at him.

Harry noticed how frustrated she was in a simple glance, a small frown forming on his own face when her waterline became a darker shade of red and tears glossed over her pretty eyes. Damp eyelashes sticking together slightly as she blew out a breath, “You’re being mean t’ me Haz, I don’t like it..” she knew she sounded pathetic but she didn’t care. She was touch and attention starved by her best friend and favorite boy and her period was on it’s way so she had a right to get emotional if she wanted to. Harry pouted at her, opening his arms for her to press herself into him which she did gladly, face smooshed into his chest while her fists bunched up his shirt. “Don’t need to cry, it’s alright bug. Everything is okay, here can cuddle yea? Will that work?” and because Y/n was so desperate at this point, she was willing to compromise for a cuddle.

The pair laid together, Y/n in her little spoon position and Harry behind her as they stared at the television that was playing on the wall. She held his large hand in hers, rings being toyed with by her fingers while she let herself be soothed by the beating of his heart against her back.

Even though Harry was plagued by thoughts of their friends catching them in a compromising position, he couldn’t help but notice his cock plumping up with Y/ns bum pressed into him. He knew it wasn’t like she was being intentionally teasing now, she’d settled for a cuddle because she just needed any touch from him but now- he was becoming the needy one. He decided to keep it subtle, acting as if he was repositioning himself yet angling his hips so his now semi hard cock could grind against the flesh of her ass. Grinding was something they did often, it was one of their favorite sexual acts. Her grinding on his thigh, cock, hips, or tummy. Harry grinding himself on her ass, clothed cunt or sometimes fucking himself with her thighs. Grinding was something they were very much into, and only after a few moments of him jutting his hips into her flesh she turned her head to see him.

“What are you doin’?” the man let out a long sigh, pulling her to roll over to face him by her hip nudging his nose with her being rewarded with a trembling breath blowing out of her lips to fan over his own. “I know you’ve been missin’ me huh? Had to keep m’ hands off yeh, ‘m sorry doll. Never meant to have my girl in tears, look I miss yeh too.” He gently grabbed her hand to migrate towards his swelling crotch letting her cup him through the material her eyes moving to look down at her moving hand, “no no, doll look at me. eyes on mine, gonna play with yeh okay? Gotta be quiet, think you can be quiet for me?”

Her nodding was so frantic she could hear the ticking noise of her brain moving inside her skull, making herself slightly dizzy for a second before Harry grabbed her attention again. “What do yeh wanna do sweetheart? Can you stay quiet if I fuck yeh or do we gotta settle for something else?” a quiet pleading whimper passed through her vocal cords almost in physical pain from the anticipation, Harry hadn’t given in yet he hadn’t let her press their lips together, pulling away to only brush noses every time she tried. “Need an answer then yeh can have a kiss.”

Y/n swallowed thickly, labored breaths coming from her body. “I can be quiet H, promise please I n-need you” her voice cracked with the weight of need, a whimper clawing its way out of her when he stood up to lock her door before shuffling back to the bed. Harry knew Y/n like the back of his hand, he could tell by the small dots of acne starting to present on her chin and the way she’s acting that her period was coming and that let him know she’d cum fast due to sensitivity, which was perfect for this risky scenario. The girl took it upon herself to start stripping herself down, bra coming off as fast as her sweatshirt did showing her slightly swollen tits and nipples a shade darker than usual confirming his previous realization.

She slipped her underwear off herself harry worked to push his sweats off as his free arm held up the duvet as an emergency shield incase the lock didn’t work watching the girl scramble to get under the blanket as she waited anxiously for Harry to join her.

His body was heavy on top of hers, chests pressed together while he guided his tip into her. Y/n instinctively wrapped around his waist, his other hand covering her mouth while he sunk himself inside the girl. Her wet warmth never failed to make his breath hitch, she felt so goddamn good every fucking time. the vibrations of her noises of pleasure tickled his palm, her drool wetting his palm whilst she struggled to keep herself together. She was always a sensitive little thing, but after a week without being touched she could hardly contain herself. Harry moved his hips in quick succession refusing to move his hand because he didn’t trust her to be quiet and honestly, he was struggling to stay quiet himself.

Harry used his free hand to anchor her thighs apart so he can get a good swivel into her, his pubic hair tickling her clit every time he circled his hips flush into her, both her cunt lips and the insides of her thighs getting stimulated with every thrust he gave her. He was well aware of how obsessed Y/n was with his lower half, including his happy trail, collection of curls sat above his cock and of course his previously fawned over thighs and every time he’d let her give him kisses down there she’d nuzzle her nose and lips into the hair. Often licking up the stripe of hair on his stomach, she really had a thing for his junk and she loved when he’d let his lower region tickle at her clit and lips while he fucked her. Y/n was on the verge of passing out, attempting to be quiet while he did everything to her poor cunt that he knew made her twitch and scream under normal circumstance. It felt almost cruel, wishing she could just scream out everything she needed to but she knew better and could focus on nothing else accept her orgasm approaching like a freight train.

Harry could feel how close she was, her g-spot has swelled a considerable amount from the way the crown of his cock massaged it with vigor during every rough thrust inside of her. she was soaking wet, almost so much so he was struggling to not slip out of her and her walls were fluttering. The clenching of her intimate muscles came in 10 second intervals warning him about her approaching climax, her eyes begging him not to stop because his palm was still firmly secured onto her mouth now completely soaked with her drool, her tongue desperately lapping at his hand to taste any part of him periodically as he drove himself deeper into her.

“Fuckin’ Christ, you gonna cum?” Y/n nodded frantically whimpering into his palm while digging her fingers into his arm trying to feel any sense of control while her body spiraled into ecstasy. With a buck of her restrained hips and trembling of her entire body she started to cum, hard .

“Oh fuck, cumming hard huh? God y/n baby fuck..where do you want it? ‘m gonna cum baby where do you want it?” his speed started to falter as he felt the pressure in his balls reach it’s breaking point, y/n responded by pointing a trembling hand to her mouth which made the mans eyes roll back and his hand quickly uncover her opening just in time for him to crawl up her body, knees on either side of her head as he spilled his seed into her drooly panting mouth. The sight was filthy, but god he swears she still looks beautiful with a mouth full of his cum and tear stained cheeks.

She swallowed it quickly, sticking her tongue out to swipe at his tip making sure she got the last drop before he rolled off her and dropped beside her. they were coated in sweat, cum and drenched in lust but god there truly was no place they’d rather be.

#harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #harry styles concept #harry styles au #harry styles drabble #harry styles fluff #bestfriend!harry

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bombyxluna · 4 years

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Levi's reaction to MC sitting on his lap and trying to ride his thigh discreetly?

CW: thigh riding, a little bit of exhibitionism, sexual context in public places

This is a mess but when are any of my fics not a mess

Also I know this isn’t really how Levi acts but I was having a confident Levi moment

Levi’s reaction to: GN!MC thigh riding him

Levi was sitting in the couch, legs spread. He was in between Mammon and Satan, scrolling through his D.D.D. as if he couldn’t care less about whatever was being discussed that day. Lucifer was already standing, as he’d do whenever he was getting too worked up over small things, and he all but hisses at you, Belphegor and Beelzebub as you enter the living room.

“Sorry,” Beelzebub says as he plops down onto the armchair nearest to the center table, where a bunch of small cucumber sandwiches rested upon a plate. “Belphie wasn’t waking up so I asked MC for help.”

Belphegor drops next to him on the floor, eyes meeting Lucifer’s. “It’s too early for this shit.” He announces, “Also, fuck you.” He closes his eyes, resting his head on the arm of the chair, ready to lull back to sleep.

Lucifer ignores him, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips. “It’s fine.” It’s clear it isn’t, but you try not to giggle at his antics.

You look around. There are no available seats. Belphegor and Beelzebub had taken the last one, and Asmodeus sat on the other armchair, Solomon next to him, looking a little lost.

Oh, so those were the noises you heard last night. Uh.

You screen the room once more, aware of Lucifer’s ever-growing anger at your inability to find a sitting place.

“Just pick wherever,” he says, making an effort to not sound pissed - it failed, but bless his heart.

Your eyes fall on Levi’s lap and you smirk to yourself. Without much ceremony, you go to him, take his hand onto yours so he’ll look up, and with the other, makes him close his legs together, before sitting down on him, your ass right above his crotch.

He makes a strangled noise, just as Asmodeus smirks.

“Well if MC can, then Solo-”

“I’d rather not.” Solomon cuts him, eyes dead on Lucifer.

You look at Lucifer as well. His mouth is agape, gloved fingers gripping hard enough onto the paper he was holding that it crumpled it. His eyebrows are curved, almost perfectly crescent with his shock.

“You said wherever.” You shrugged.

Levi smiles, hands snaking around your waist. “You did.” He agrees, resting his chin atop your shoulder.

You lay back against his chest, happy to be able to do so. You had only recently made your relationship known, and while the brothers were still adjusting, you enjoyed the little extra moments of affection.

Levi’s newfound confidence isn’t something to shame, either.

He entwines his fingers over your stomach, sighing low, and snuggles up to your neck, inhaling your scent. Next to him, Mammon makes an exaggerated gagging sound.

“Can we get it over with? I don’t wanna watch this shit,” he gestures at your general direction, “and I have to meet some witches today.”

“Well I for one find it cute,” Asmodeus purred, leaning on hand. Next to him, Solomon not so discreetly pulled out his phone.

“And I, for one, would enjoy if you could keep quiet,” Lucifer warns.

Asmodeus sticks his tongue out to him, but sits back anyway, looking over whatever Solomon had pulled up on his phone.

“As I was saying…”

It was easy to tune out Lucifer for stuff like this. It wasn’t any news that, despite you living there for the exchange year, the brother’s opinions on whatever happened to the house was more important than yours. Not only because you are fine going along with whatever, but also because it just is. It’s their home.

With that in mind, you resist the urge to fish out your DDD. Trying to catch up to whatever Lucifer was going on about, you look up. He has pulled out a whiteboard filled with chores - from where you have no idea because he didn’t have it in the living room when you arrived.

Levi chuckles at something, and you follow his gaze. He’s playing a little dance game, not giving a single shit about his brother’s rambling. He titls the screen towards you.

“You should play this. We can be friends and see each other’s progress.” He whispers.

Your eyes catch the screen, where little chibi drawings of dolls that look suspiciously familiar dance. “Sure.” You point at the screen. “This one looks like Lucifer.”

Levi groans. “Great, now I can’t unsee that.”

“Leviathan, could you at least pretend like you care?” Lucifer cuts into your chat, making the both of you startle.

“Yeah, Levi!” Mammon mocks, “What part of getting this over with can’t you get? The great Mammon-”

“Belphie’s sleeping.” Levi points out, “I’ll listen when he does.”

“Don’t bother him,” Beelzebubs says through a mouthful of something that looked too akin to a napkin wrapped into a sandwich bite. “Belphie’s tired.”

“Belphie is always tired,” Satan seems to be done with the conversation quickly unfolding, “He’s the avatar of sloth, Beel.”

At some point during what now was escalating into a half-assed discussion - of which Asmodeus had taken time to take selfies with a very distraught Solomon, Levi’s legs had fallen apart again, making you slide in between them. Huffing, you stand up.

Everyone looks at you, expectant looks on their faces.

You flush. “Just, let him speak.” You say, falling back onto Levi’s lap, straddling his thigh this time.

“What are you…” He asks, looking in between his brothers.

“You move too much.” You answer, looking forward.

Lucifer has already gotten back to the topic at hand, and even Belphegor seems to be trying to pay attention by now.

It goes slowly from them on. No one talks much besides answering random questions Lucifer comes up with. At some point, everyone went back to doing their own thing, even as the lecture continued. Levi shows you the game once more.

Things get slow.

And you grow bored.

Just as an experiment - just to see his reaction - you grind down on Levi’s thigh, as discreetly as possible. You’re lucky that Lucifer is turned to the board, while everyone else is just ignoring it.

Levi’s hand comes to your waist and he squeezes it. “MC… what are you doing?”

You tilt back a little further on his lap, turn on your head in a strange angle to touch your lips to his ear. “Did you know… I’m not wearing any underwear today?”

His cheeks are tinged pink. “What?”

“Just felt like it.” You whisper, rolling your hips again. “It’s fun, isn’t it?”

There’s a sharp intake of breath and then he’s whispering, “Yeah. Yeah, it is.” His hand - that was firm on your waist - slides forward, helping you keep straight.

You smile to yourself, turning back to the front. He takes another breath as you keep moving on his thighs, doing your best to not attract any attention.

You place your free hand on Levi’s other thigh to steady yourself, thrusting forward. Your sex rubs against the fabric of your uniform, making you groan lowly. Bashed, you look around, but no one seems to have caught on to what you’re doing.

Biting your lip to keep your noises in check, you keep riding him, heat pooling in your lower regions. Levi is almost guiding you, his hand coming to a stop right over your sex, pressing his fingers against where you want him most. His lips touch the back of your neck, tasting the small beads of sweat that start to form on your skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, voice low.

You suppress a moan and keep riding him as best as you can with the strange angle, rubbing as close to his hand as possible.

He opens his palm, grabbing you, and without noticing, you whimper.

Asmodeus’ head shoots up, and your eyes lock with his.

“Oh,” he says through a sly smile, teasing laugh at the tip of his tongue, “maybe you should end the meeting, Luci.”

Lucifer stills, turning to him. “What do you…” his eyes fall on you and Levi. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Levi smiles, raising his face from your neck. “I don’t really care what any of you do,” He pushes back, folding his arms behind his head. “Either leave quietly or stay and enjoy the show.”

Masterlist

#obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me levi #obey me levi fanfic #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi x mc #obey me leviathan #obey me one shot

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kingkatsuki · 4 years

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Tossing this in here for birb day👀 So Dark shadow was banned from from touching you for a couple of days after hogging you one time while the three of you were havin a good old time😏 but dark shadow was missing that bomb ass pussy so while Fumi was sleeping he made sure to have his fun with you👅💦

@monst You always request the best shit, I stg.

I gave Dark Shadow male pronouns~

Warnings: 18+.

The room was dark as you slept soundly beside your boyfriend, your face buried into the pillow as a shadow slipped out into the darkness, fingers gliding along the exposed skin of your thigh until they reached the hem of your panties. The material had bunched up around your curvy ass during the night as he teasingly slipped down to brush against the crotch. Groaning as he felt wetness seeping through the thin material, running his fingers along your clothed slit. Dark Shadow’s eyes focused on your still sleeping face as he slid your panties to the side, watching the strings of your essence stick to the material as he took in the sight of your naked cunt.

“Beautiful.” He whispered as he ran his long fingers along your slit, your wetness coating his digits as he found your clit, circling the nub while he listened to your breathing increase, a low groan leaving your lips as you inadvertently shifted positions, spreading your legs further to give him more access.

“Such a good little bird,” He cooed as he slid a finger inside your heat, feeling your tightness clench around it as he slowly began to pump in and out of you, “I’ve missed playing with you.”

“Dark Shadow?” A warm feeling began to surge through your lower half as your eyes fluttered, glancing to the side to see Dark Shadow hovering over your body.

“Hey, little birdie.” His voice was low and sultry as he continued dipping his fingers into your heat, angling them to stroke against that spongy spot inside you.

“What are you doing- oh,” You whimpered as he hit that special spot inside you, your body quivering as you involuntarily ground yourself against his touch, “Fumi is gonna be annoyed-”

“Leave him to me, Princess. I missed this so much.” He groaned as he felt your cunt clench around his fingers, desperate to be buried deep inside you again, “You have no idea the torture I had to go through, watching him have all the fun.”

Dark Shadows other hand creeping underneath your oversized shirt to palm your breast, pressing himself down harder against you, feeling your warmth radiating against his colder shape, “You must have missed me too?”

You whimpered as you felt his fingers expanding inside you, stretching your lower half as he continued to thrust himself in and out of your tight walls, your body grinding back against his touch as you spread your legs further apart, giving him more access to your dripping core.

“Good girl,” Dark Shadow added another finger, pressing them down hard against your g-spot as he tweaked one of your nipples, cherishing the groan that left your lips, “Not too loud, we don’t want to wake him.”

You bit your lower lip as you continued to grind yourself against his touch, feeling your release slowly creeping up on you. Dark Shadow caught you by surprise as he removed his fingers from your tight cunt, turning your body so you were now lying on your back, your legs spread wide as he dove in between your folds like a man starved, his beak instantly pressing against your clit as he buried his fingers back inside your cunt, immediately curling them upwards. You squealed, immediately feeling Dark Shadow’s other hand move up to cover your mouth, silencing you as his eyes glanced towards his host.

“I told you to be quiet, little birdie. Am I going to have to give you something to make you shut up?” He growled, his dark eyes glaring up at you as you continued to clench around his digits, the tone in his voice only heightening your pleasure.

Dark Shadow moved his fingers from your cunt, making you whine at the loss of sensation as he removed the hand covering your mouth, replacing it with his fingers coated in your essence. You greedily sucked the digits, rolling your tongue around them as he hovered above you. Tokoyami shifting beside you in hips sleep as a arm weaved its way around your waist. Your wide eyes looked up at Dark Shadow nervously as he curled his fingers in your mouth, pressing them down against your tongue to make you gag.

“It’s almost like you want him to wake up,” Dark Shadow feigned sadness, slipping his hand out of your mouth to give your cheek a light smack, the saliva coating his fingers making the noise echo around the room, “Do you really prefer his cock to mine?”

Without giving you a moment to respond Dark Shadow was already hovering above you, his cock now forming as he pressed the tip against your parted mouth, watching as you greedily slipped the head in between your lips, your tongue lashing against the slit.

“Maybe I need to remind you who you really belong to.”

#tokoyami x reader #dark shadow x reader #tokoyami smut #dark shadow smut #BIRB BOI EVENT

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softschnappi · 4 years

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A Different Kind of Hangout

So after literally FOREVER I had tons of motivation to write and I came up with this…its basically just smut but there’s some pretty cute fluff as well! What can I say, I love my boys…also it got super fluffy at the end idk wtf happened to me but 3am writing hit different

Warnings: nsfw, smut, dry humping, some dirty talk , swearing, you get the idea

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: Will wants to fool around with Richie for the first time…summary sucks but pls read lol

NSFW under the cut!

“I’m bored,” Richie whined as he hit the spacebar on his laptop, pausing the shitty movie that was very disinteresting to him. He turned to Will, who was cuddled into his side, and asked him, “Do you still wanna watch?”

Will shook his head in response, before telling Richie that he was bored as well. The movie was a low-budget horror flick, the plot being so ridiculously stupid to the point where you couldn’t even make fun of it. Sticking Charlie Sheen in a conspiracy movie about aliens and dinosaurs alongside Molly Ringwald was definitely something not worth seeing it through to the ending. The problem was, they had already watched a bunch of youtube videos prior, as well as having previously watched everything they deemed “good” on Netflix.

“I’ve already seen BoJack too many times, we’ve seen Big Mouth, Shrek, yadda, yadda, yadda…” Richie trailed off as he sighed into his palm. Will hummed a quiet yeah in agreement and gently squeezed Richie’s interlaced hand, softly rubbing his thumb over the other’s.

Richie looked over to him and was now overwhelmed with the sight of his boyfriend. Will was absolutely gorgeous every minute of every day, but this day was a sunny day, pastel yellow rays of light shining in through Richie’s bedroom window, cascading upon Will’s features. His bright hazel eyes were glimmering as he focused on fiddling with Richie’s hand, his hair was the slightest bit messy, looking adorably…floofy, as Richie always describes it, and the gleaming light made his skin appear the softest thing in the world, as if Richie’s calloused hands on him would cause scratches would appear.

Will let out a small squeak as Richie ripped his hand apart from his own and pinched his cheek.

“You’re just so cute!” He cooed, earning an annoyed glance from Will, who just laid there and took it. His Grandma used to pinch his cheek whenever he, Jonathan, and Joyce visited her in the country, and it doesn’t hurt any less now that he was in college and all grown up. In fact, Richie pinches his cheeks harder.

Richie pulled his hand away and closed his laptop, leaning up slightly to place it on his bedside table. He rolled onto his side and ran a hand through Will’s hair, raising it up through his fingers and watching it flop back down each time.

“Do you wanna just make out?” Will asked, avoiding eye contact, suddenly finding the drawstrings of his - Richie’s - sweatshirt to be very fascinating. He and Richie have been together for over a year, but Will was still on the shy side when it came to certain things. Richie told him he would never say no to kissing and cuddling, but Will always feared asking because that’s what being shy all your life does to you. Even though he’d become more confident and social over the past handful of years, Will just wished that Richie could just read his mind and automatically know that he wants a goodbye kiss or a hug without him actually having to ask.

Richie chuckled, “I was just about to say that!” Before cupping Will’s face and leaning in to press his lips against him. Will smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arm around Richie’s waist, pulling him closer so that they were chest to chest.

They stayed like that for a while, passionately connecting their lips together, before Richie’s tongue swiped across Will’s bottom lip. Will opened his mouth and allowed Richie’s tongue to enter his mouth, both of them lightly giggling at the weird sensation of their tongues touching. It was nothing new, but they didn’t know if they’d ever get used to the first few seconds of it. Will cringed at the flavour of ground beef and Coca Cola washing over his taste buds, recalling the Taco Bell breakfast - yes, breakfast since Richie woke up craving diabetes - date they had earlier in the day. Regardless, he still enjoyed the way his and Richie’s tongues danced lazily with each other and sighed in bliss.

However, Will’s dick had some other ideas. He felt it twitch in his pants and knew he had to be careful here. Because of how horny he’d been all week, and had been prone to masturbate more than usual, his mind was being filled with suggestive ideas. However, this was the first time he was getting aroused by a makeout session, or at all in someone’s presence.

Growing up, Will’s hormones weren’t all over the place as opposed to his friends, who’s main priorities seemed to all lie in sex, sex, and more sex. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas all had girlfriends, while Will was struggling with his sexuality, so it made sense. Over the years after he came to terms that he was gay, he figured out what got himself going and touched himself the odd night, but he didn’t want anyone actually putting their hands on him outside what happened in his head. It wasn’t until a few months ago that he found himself wanting to be sexually involved with Richie. Will knew as a teen that eventually one day he would be comfortable enough with someone to let them see his private places, but even though his dick twitched again inside his pants as Richie began peppering kisses along his jaw, he wasn’t quite ready to expose that part of himself yet. However, he still wanted to do something, particularly involving one fantasy of his in which he often humped his pillow to.

Will waited until Richie took his lips off of his neck and kissed him again, placing his hands on his chest and gently pushing him on his back. Richie sighed into Will’s mouth as the latter hovered over him. Moments later, Will swung a leg over Richie’s crotch, lowering himself to sit just inches away from his dick. They’ve made it a rule to leave x amount of space between Richie’s dick and Will when he’s sitting in his lap (it was rarely the other way around) to avoid unwanted boners. And it worked pretty well. Richie would speak up if Will accidentally moved a little too close, and Will would stumble out an apology and scoot backwards, and they would continue doing whatever. But this time, he wanted Richie to get hard.

Richie slid his hands down Will’s waist and down to his ass, giving it a good squeeze before raising his hand and delivering a firm smack to his right cheek. Will let out a shriek that dissolved into a small hum. Richie loved having his hands on his ass, and Will often wondered what else Richie might like to do with his ass– and okay, woah, he needed to calm down, and more importantly keep his dick down at least for now.

Beginning to mouth at Richie’s neck, Will moved his hips forward so that he was sitting over the invisible boundary line on Richie’s crotch.

“Baby,” Richie panted, licking his lips and letting his head fall back onto a pillow. “You might wanna, y’ know, back up a little…”

When Will kept quiet and continued to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck, Richie let out a whine. He did not want to sprint to the bathroom out of humiliation and have to jerk off while Will was in his room, waiting for him to come back and continue to simply kiss him.

“Baby, ‘m gonna get hard…”

Will pulled off and wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck, the long sleeves of his boyfriend’s stolen sweater flapping as he did so, and rested his head on his shoulder. He was extremely grateful to have such a caring boyfriend like Richie, who completely understood that Will wasn’t ready for anything sexual when he brought up taking things to third base in their relationship a long while ago, and Will’s wish to keep things as they are, with makeouts and ass grabs. Richie told him that once he decided he was ready, he would always ask permission to touch him to make sure that he was okay with everything, but said that Will didn’t need to ask to touch him. I will literally never say no, He remembered Richie explaining, If you get home and really want some dick, just use me as you please, no words needed. I’ll be more than happy to assist the monsieur! As…charming as that conversation was, Will didn’t feel right going ahead with this without Richie’s verbal consent.

“Um…” He whispered into Richie’s ear, before feeling his cheeks heat up, causing him to bury his head in the crook of Richie’s neck. Of course, things were just starting to get good and he had to get all shy. When he didn’t move, Richie asked him if there was something wrong. “N-No, no…I, uh,” Will started, screwing his eyes shut even though he knew Richie couldn’t see him. “I’m doing it on purpose…like, not moving back…because I kinda wanna, um, you know…is that okay?”

There was silence for a moment, and Will’s heart was beating out of his chest. He was ready to run out of the room until Richie spoke up.

“Oh…” He said quietly, and then it really clicked. “Oh. Oh! Oh, fuck! Okay, yeah, I get it now,” Richie laughed, calling himself an idiot. His demeanour shifted to a kid in a candy store, asking Will what exactly he wanted to do, his cock beginning to prick up at the idea of finally getting some action with his boyfriend.

Will pulled away from Richie’s neck and faced him, cheeks dusted a rosy pink and his lip flushed between his teeth. Richie couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him.

“Well,” Will began after they parted, eyes glued to Richie’s mug on his bedside table. “I-I wanna keep my clothes on. I don’t want you to see…down there yet.” Richie nodded. He sensed Will’s insecurity in regards to the whole situation and rubbed a hand up and down his back to soothe him a little bit. “But, I still wanna…you know…”

“You want me to give you a handjob over your clothes?” Richie guessed.

“No…” Will replied, but fuck, he never even thought of that. “Well, maybe another time, but I wanna stay in this position…and…move-”

Richie snapped his finger and pointed it at Will. “You wanna grind on me!”

“Would you like a prize?” Will groaned, hand covering his beet-red face.

“The ‘prize’ is gonna be you humping me, baby, fuck…” He groaned, his dick further hardening in his sweatpants. Richie could get fully hard in two minutes, and it was looking like he was going down that road. It was a high probability that Will could feel his dick poking his thigh, but he didn’t say anything about it if he did.

Will didn’t remove his hand from his face after a few moments, and Richie resumed the position of rubbing his back. “Hey, I know I’m never serious, but you better cherish it because I’m going to be right now. If you wanna do this, then let’s do it. We’ll find a good rhythm and it’ll feel really good. If you don’t wanna do it, or wanna stop in the middle then you just tell me. I have no problem with that, okay? I just want to make sure you feel comfortable and enjoy this, and I want you to know that I would never make fun of you if you do something wrong, or come too early, or fart or something, because some things are just bound to happen,” He shrugged his shoulders, “So you have nothing to be embarrassed about, baby, okay?”

Will slowly put his hands back around Richie’s neck and looked into his eyes. He felt much more relaxed because Richie was telling the truth. This wasn’t going to play out perfectly or like studio porn because they were only doing this for the first time, and plus, Will wasn’t getting naked so he didn’t have to fret too much about his body. However, he was still a little on edge because he and Richie weren’t entirely in the same boat. This was going to be Will’s first time doing anything sexual with someone, while Richie, on the other hand, had already lost his virginity before college. He’d admitted that he and his best friend Beverly screwed around here and there, but it was never anything serious. Still, he had more experience than Will, which put a small damper on any confidence he had. However, Will had to push the thought out of his head because this was going to be Richie’s first sexual encounter with a boy, so there was going to be some shared firsts.

“Okay…thank you. I don’t know who you are and what you did with my boyfriend, but-” Will paused upon Richie bursting into laughter and titling himself as Gandhi, which made no sense, but Will just snickered along. “Seriously, I want this.”

Richie vigorously nodded his head. “Okie Dokie! And I know you said you wanted to keep your clothes on, so would you wanna do this in our boxers? I mean, it eliminates two layers, and I think it’ll feel better, but it’s all up to you.”

Will thought about it for a long moment, having only imagined doing this with everything on, but recognized Richie’s point that it would feel better without pants, and nodded his head. “Yeah, okay.”

He rose up and hovered over Richie’s lower half, hooking his hands inside the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down to his ankles before Richie kicked them fully off. Will knew Richie was hard, he could feel his dick against him a few moments ago, but seeing the large tent in his grey boxers made his mouth go dry as he felt a wave of arousal wash over him, blood rushing down to his own hardening cock. When he tore his eyes away to look up at his face, Richie was blushing.

Will crawled towards him and kissed him before they switched positions. Richie pulled down his black track pants and slipped his ankles out of the cuffs before balling it up and throwing it across his room. As he was about to look back to Will and get down to business, he jumped off of the bed and locked his door. He almost forgot to do that, and what a story it would be if Bill came back to the dorm anytime soon and saw some things he shouldn’t. Richie turned back to the beauty on his bed and smirked at him.

“Can this be the part where we get even and I stare at your dick?”

“Shut up!” Will giggled and instinctively closed his legs, before opening them again a few moments after. “Although…I guess it’s only fair, but I’m only a little bit hard…”

Richie could tell. Will was drowning in his sweater, the bottom sightly draping over his crotch, but Richie could still recognize the small bulge in his blue boxers. It wasn’t as prominent as his own, but the only thing he cared about at the moment was the soon reality of Will grinding against him, using him to make himself feel good.

He crawled back on the bed and laid beside Will, the latter resuming to hover over Richie. Panic washed over him as he realized he needed to find a good position, and he gulped. But Richie flew to action, as usual, and wrapped his arms around Will’s waist, pulling him close, but Will’s hips still remained to hover. He assured Richie that he wasn’t going to back out, but he was still a little anxious. They decided to put on some music to try and relieve the stiff tension of silence in the room, and Will thought to himself that rock ‘n’ roll wasn’t exactly the most appropriate for the situation, but it did make things a little less awkward.

Richie would’ve bucked his hips up to make the first move, but Will was too far back, so he couldn’t. But he decided he’d need to give him a little push in the right direction. He leaned up and connected their lips whilst he rubbed Will’s back, and pulled back after Will sighed into his mouth.

“Come on and make yourself feel good baby,” Richie prompted, smirking to himself as he watched Will shut his eyes and bite his lip.

That was it. Of course Richie would be good at talking like he was straight out of Will’s wet dreams. Of course he would be. Will felt his cock begin to ache at his words and decided to get this show on the road. It was no different than what he did in the privacy of his own room, sticking a pillow between his legs and rutting against it until he came, imagining it was Richie anyway, but now he was finally going to be doing the real thing, so he pushed all of his worries behind him. Will sucked in a shaky breath, wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck while he kissed him, and lowered his hips down until he felt his cock lightly brush against his boyfriend’s. They both lightly gasped, barely audible over the music playing, and Richie’s hands flew to Will’s ass, pushing him fully down onto his crotch.

Will weakly thrust his cock against Richie’s, burying his face into the crook of his neck, holding back a whimper at the delicious friction in an attempt to keep silent, as opposed to Richie, who let out a low groan as he bucked his hips up at the same time. Will was much too embarrassed to let any noises slip, unwilling to expose any more parts of himself, but as they picked up a steady rhythm, Richie wondered if Will was enjoying himself. He was cursing and moaning, while Will was solely panting against his neck.

“Will, baby, are you– does this feel good?”

He felt Will nod into his neck, followed by a muffled, “Feels so good.”

“Okay, just making sure,” Richie squeezed his ass before letting out a small grunt as Will jutted his hips forward again. “It’s just because I don’t hear anything and I worry…”

Will mumbled about it being embarrassing, and Richie did his best to reassure him that it’s definitely not embarrassing, but rather hot and a turn on. Will agreed that he liked hearing Richie moan, and the latter told him he would sound so cute if he let the filter slip a little, gently begging him to make some noise for him. One thing about Richie is that he could be quite convincing sometimes, and as a result, in the next few moments Will was letting out soft uh uh uh ‘s into Richie’s ear.

Richie’s dick twitched as he listened to Will and felt his hot breath on his ear. He let out a loud fuck as he leaned his head back onto the pillow. He was so fucking hard in his boxers, cock sticking straight up and stretching the fabric, and he could feel the slightest amount of wetness on his tip. Will wasn’t much different, cock curved to the left inside of his boxers, throbbing and leaking as well.

Raising his head, Will sloppily pressed his lips to Richie’s, shoving his tongue inside of his mouth. Richie tightened his grasp on Will’s ass, pushing him forward and guiding him to move his hips faster. He broke away instantly, turning his head to the side, eyebrows scrunching together and mouth falling slack as he let out a small whimper at the sudden rush of pleasure. Richie couldn’t help but bite at his throat until Will retreated back to burying his face into his neck.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Richie groaned out, “Grinding on me while wearing my sweater, like shit, baby, you could kill me.” Will panted, That’s the goal, into his ear and mouthed at his neck. “I gotta ask,” Richie started, cursing as the friction his cock was receiving began to steadily build a knot in his stomach. “Did making out really rile you up this much?”

“B-Been horny all week,” Will replied, internally screaming because he would never dare say that out loud on a regular day. “Why did I tell you that?” He groaned.

Richie lowly chuckled, “You can’t think straight when you’re feeling so good. Also, welcome to my life whenever you come around.”

“I-I make you horny when we hang out?”

“Fuck yes, I was horny at Taco Bell this morning, I just hide it well and keep it in my pants.”

Will let out an unbashful moan and quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. Oops, he accidentally let one slip. But he forgot about it within seconds, and ground his cock down harder against Richie’s, chasing the waves of pleasure that ran down his spine. Feeling the increased dampness of the fabric around his tip, the tightening of his balls, and his cock having a full-on heartbeat, Will knew he was going to last about five minutes or less.

“F-Fuck, Richie, what do you think about?”

Noticing the sudden change in Will’s behaviour, Richie figured he was getting closer, and he wasn’t too far behind. He bit his lip, bucked his hips up faster, and explained to Will, “I just wanna make you feel good, baby. I-I want you to moan my name, I wanna suck your cock, stick a couple of fingers in you before I fuck your cute little ass real good…” Richie moaned at his own words, feeling the knot in his lower stomach growing.

“Oh, keep talking, please, I’m close!” Will whined loudly, not caring what he sounded like anymore, he was too far gone. He sped his hips up, grinding as fast as he could, cock begging for release.

Richie internally laughed for a moment, having thought nobody would ever ask him to continue talking instead of shutting the fuck up, but shook his head and got back to reality. Will was shaking in his arms, humping him like there was no tomorrow, and the sight was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

“I masturbate to you every night,” Richie moaned, “ I come so hard thinking about you, making you feel good. Last night I imagined sucking you off underneath the table while you draw–”

“Holy fucking shit, yes!” Will practically shouted.

“Yeah? You want me to do that, baby?” Richie panted against Will’s neck.

“Yes yes yes yes yes! Oh shit–I’m gonna–I’m gonna-”

“That’s it, baby, be a good boy and cum for me,” Richie whispered, unknowing of where this sudden pet name came from, but boy did it have a magical effect on Will.

He pulled Richie in as close as he possibly could and stilled his hips, letting out a loud string of cries as he came, boxers filling up with shot after shot of hot cum. Richie could feel it seeping through the fabric, and faster than he could even let Will know, his back arched and he was coming into his own boxers with a roar. Will was trembling in Richie’s arms, and both of their orgasms seemed to go on forever, loud moans echoing the bedroom, but Will eventually slumped down into Richie’s hold, breathing heavily and heartbeat pounding in his ears. Richie was trying to catch his breath as his body relaxed into the mattress, and both of their energy was completely drained, neither one making any move to get up.

Will felt as if his cheeks were on fire, stinging with heat as he came back to his senses and realized that he really just had the most intense orgasm of his life from grinding on his boyfriend…and also came in his underwear and oh my fucking shit he came in his underwear and it felt disgusting and there was probably an enormous stain–

“Hey, you alive?” Richie poked his back.

“Yeah.”

“Good. That was fucking amazing!”

“Yeah, it was,” Will smiled, pecking him on the cheek.

There was silence for a moment.

“So…” Richie started, turning to face Will. “Do you actually wanna do that stuff I said? Or did you just say yes in the heat of the moment…”

Will reached up and began swirling Richie’s hair with his fingers. “I do, but not yet. I mean, you haven’t even seen my dick yet, but we can work up to everything if you want to do it too.”

Eagerly nodding, Richie replied, “Fuck yes. Yes, I want to. Whenever you’re ready, though. I don’t want to put any pressure on you.”

“Thank you,” Will hummed and gently pressed his lips against Richie’s.

“Of course,” Richie said, “So, about you being horny all week–”

Will cringed and sat up on Richie’s lap. “Uh, we don’t need to talk about that…” He placed his hands in front of his crotch as he looked at Richie.

“Nuh-uh, you don’t get out of it,” Richie motioned for Will to take his hands away. “We’re both sporting a lake here, so lemme see.”

Slowly pulling his hands back, Will let Richie look at his stained boxers. He looked to Richie’s, and couldn’t help but giggle as he noticed a recognizable pattern in the mess. Richie looked up to him, his face deadpanned, and eyebrow raised as if to say, What the fuck are you laughing at?

“Oh, no I’m not–I would never–” Will just pointed to his crotch. “It looks like a heart!”

Richie looked down, cracking into a smile. “Holy shit, it does! Just for you, baby,” He said, making kissing noises in Will’s direction. “And I think I see a pattern in yours! It’s…a fuck ton of cum!”

“Charming,” Will replied. He looked down for the first time, and yeah, that is a fuck ton of cum. It was drying too, and becoming sticky and gross. “I think I need to go clean up. But I’m all sweaty, so can I take a shower?”

“Mi casa es su casa! Just wash out your boxers and put them in my laundry, I’ll wash it for you.” Richie was definitely going to wash it. Totally not right after he jerked off to it. No way!

When Will climbed off of the bed, Richie went into his closet and fetched him a towel. “Now, do you want to go commando when you get out or do you want to borrow one of my boxers?”

Will’s eyes lit up at the idea of getting to wear something of Richie’s. He loved wearing or using anything that belonged to his boyfriend, like his sweater and towel. He’s even stolen a few shirts from Richie’s dresser when he uses the bathroom. “I’ll just borrow yours, but I think my pants are dirty too,” He innocently complained, but Richie saw right through him.

“Oh yeah? Is my sweater, too? Do you want me to give you another one?”

“You gave this to me! And no, I think it’s just fine the way it is.”

Richie playfully shook his head as he got out a pair of red track pants, a pair of boxers, and a bonus Motley Crue t-shirt to make Will happy because why the hell not. He liked to tease Will for his obsession of wearing his stuff, but he couldn’t deny that he didn’t look absolutely adorable in everything.

Richie laid on the bed scrolling on his phone, patiently waiting for Will to return. He’d picked out his own clothes to change into once he took a shower afterwards, and luckily, Will only took a few minutes and was soon back in the room. Richie did a double-take on him because it looked like Will was being swallowed by his clothes. Will was shorter than he was, so the pants slightly dragged on the floor and the t-shirt looked more like a short dress than anything. His hair was long and wet, no longer looking floofy, unfortunately, but he still looked-

“So fucking cute,” Richie squealed at him, hopping off the bed and pinching his cheek once again.

Will whacked his hand away. “Stop it!” He lightly laughed.

Richie couldn’t believe how lucky he was to end up with a complete treasure like Will, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. And even though he’d spent all day with him, it still wasn’t enough.

“Hey, why don’t you stay the night?” Richie invited, “We can eat nearly expired iced cream and I promise we’ll find something fun to do!” Ever since mid-terms began, they each balanced their time between studying and hanging out, which meant neither of them stayed overnight. But now that bullshit was done and over so Richie wanted to make up for lost spooning in the night and burnt toast breakfasts.

“Yeah, sure, but I don’t care about doing something fun, I just wanna cuddle with you for hours after you shower…” Will looked up at him dreamily. “So get to it! You smell!”

“Yes, sir!” Richie saluted and slapped Will’s ass as he walked out of the room.

He grinned to himself the entire time he was in the shower. They seriously just humped each other and came together! What the fuck! Richie would be furious if he awoke from a dream any second, but luckily it was real. Everything was real. What a lovesick puppy he was.

When he came back to the room, Will was bundled up on his bed in the blankets and had his arms outstretched for Richie to climb in with him. He looked like a giant fluffy marshmallow, and Richie would be damned if he didn’t dive into bed and hold him in his arms for as long as possible. Hopefully forever.

#i love my babies #ryers #notsfw #richie tozier #will byers #stranger things #it

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icyharrington · 5 years

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Tempted (Michael Langdon X Reader)

this fic is based off an anon I received a couple days ago, requesting a fic where y/n tries to distract Michael while he’s doing his work. a LOT of people agreed they wanted to see it, so here it is! hope y’all like it <3 btw, this is uniform!Michael!

plot: michael langdon won’t allow anything to distract him from his studies. or at least that’s what he tells himself.

warnings: fem!Reader, uniform!Michael, rough sex, sexual intercourse, dirty talk, masturbation, thigh riding, choking

word count: 2.5k

“I’m bored.”

You pouted at your boyfriend from the doorway to his bedroom, watching him scribble something down in a notebook, hunched diligently over his scattered desk. To your annoyance, he barely looked up when he replied.

“I’m studying,” said Michael dismissively, blue eyes flashing in your direction briefly. Just the sight of his defined jaw, peeking out from behind his soft waves of golden hair, was enough to make your mouth water.

You frowned. “You’ve been working for hours.”

He only grunted, mouthing something to himself absentmindedly as he scanned his textbook page. For a second he chewed his lip, deep in thought, and soon after you found yourself doing the same, mind racing as you thought of all the things you wanted done to you right now.

Michael always did this; he was always so serious about his studies, and as much as you admired his extensive magical knowledge, you had to admit it was a bit of a drag sometimes- especially when you were in the mood. You sighed dramatically, dragging your toe on the ground behind you, but he didn’t react.

“Mikey,” you said, lips twitching. He hated that nickname.

“(Y/n),” he said impatiently, copying something down onto his notebook page.

“Can I at least see what you’re doing?”

He put his pen down, finally turning his head to face you. “If I let you, will you let me finish my work in peace?”

You nodded with wide eyes, though that was hardly your plan at all. You walked over to him quickly, just in case he might change his mind, and sat down on the edge of his knee. Right away, he slid an arm around your waist and leaned over to kiss your shoulder, which only partially redeemed him for being so dismissive with you.

“What’s this?” you said, feigning interest as you adjusted yourself, legs on either side of his knee as you leaned over to look at his textbook. Since you wore a skirt, and a short one at that, the only thing between his knee and your crotch was the thin lace panties you had on. You wiggled a little, applying pressure onto him as discretely as you could.

“Transmutation chapter,” he said, hand carressing your hip gently. You ground your hips down again, a little gasp leaving your mouth at the friction of the fabrics rubbing you. You didn’t look at his face, only the dull textbook page, so you couldn’t be sure if he’d noticed yet.

“You already know how to do this. Why are you studying?” You settled your weight so that his knee dug hard into your core, increasing the ache and making you bring a hand to your lips to stifle a moan.

“I want to be sure I know absolutely everything,” he said. You rocked yourself forward just as he bounced his knee upwards suddenly, and you cried out.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice you rubbing yourself all over me?” he said, and you turned to look at him with a sheepish grin. His face was stern, but from the glint in his pale eyes you could tell he didn’t mind too much. “Stop misbehaving. I told you, I need to get my work done.”

You nearly moaned at those words alone. He knew you loved when he spoke like that, dominant and authoritative. You shifted your weight forward again, feeling the lace of the panties against your clit along with the firmness of Michael’s smooth thigh. He placed a hand on either side of your waist and eased you off him, much to your disappointment, and you turned around to shoot him a glare.

“We’ll have plenty of time to play later, angel,” he said, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. Your heart warmed as he placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand, but you still weren’t ready to give up.

“Fine,” you griped. “But I’m staying here.”

“As long as you don’t distract me,” he said, turning back to his book. You almost felt the urge to stick your tongue out at him, a dejected little girl. You made your way to his bed, which he had his back to; you flopped down on it loudly, making sure he could hear the springs squeaking noisily so he’d know where you were.

You laid there a few seconds, staring up at the ceiling while you considered your options. The throbbing from between your legs still hadn’t gone away; in fact, it had only gotten worse. You glanced over at Michael, licking your lips at his beautiful curls, imagining them bunched up between your fists.

Then you eased off your skirt, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Next was your top, a plain white button-up, which you quickly removed and tossed beside the skirt. Now you were only in your matching bra and panties- blood red, Michael’s favorite color.

You sighed audibly, shifting yourself up to lie amongst his pillows. They smelled like him, the subtle sandalwood and pine from his cologne mixed with the fresh scent of his shampoo: your favorite scent ever since you’d met him. You groped one breast roughly, pinching at your nipple through the fabric and letting out a hitched breath.

You brought your other hand to your mouth, sucking your fingers and removing them from your mouth with a loud, hopefully jarring, pop. You looked over at Michael and saw that he’d paused what he was doing.

You smirked, dragging your moist fingers down your stomach and along your pelvis, finally slipping them beneath your flimsy undergarments. You slid your fingers along your folds, spreading your outer lips slightly and dipping in your middle finger. You whimpered softly, one finger slipping inside yourself as your other hand continued to massage your breast.

Again, at the sound of your voice, Michael tensed; his head raised slightly and you expected him to turn, but he didn’t. Instead, he cleared his throat and returned to his work. His will was way too strong for your liking.

You needed to turn things up a little.

Slipping your fingers out of yourself and finding your clit, you let out a near-pornographic moan. Your fingers circled your clit gently and you let out another one, this time even louder. You were exaggerating, of course (who even really moans like that in real life?, you’d always think whenever you found yourself watching porn) but all that mattered was getting Michael’s attention.

“Fuck,” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear, returning your fingers to slip past your entrance.

You saw him go to turn around, but right before he did, he stopped himself. Your gaze followed his strong upper body as it adjusted back to his original position, and you rolled your eyes.

Increasing the speed of your fingers, you let out desperate gasps, hips rocking rapidly against them. You parted your fingers slightly, stretching out your walls, and with your other hand you pulled down the cups of your bra to free your hardened nipples.

“Michael,” you whined breathlessly, and as expected, it did the trick. Michael turned around, and you threw your head back into the pillows with a dramatic flourish.

You peeked at him from the corner of your eye, hand still buried between your thighs. His eyes wandered over you hungrily, clenching his jaw as he looked. He was annoyed, you could tell. But you also knew that you’d won.

“(Y/n),” he said, standing and walking over to the side of his bed where you lay. You continued touching yourself, now meeting his eyes with a faux-innocent expression on your face. Even despite your best efforts, though, you couldn’t help the sly smile that crept across your lips. “Did I not just ask you, very clearly, not to disrupt me?”

You pulled your fingers from yourself, presenting your hand to Michael. Your fingers were slick with juices, glinting under the soft light of his bedroom. Then you ran your fingers along your lower lip, coating it generously in your own wetness, before sliding your fingers over your tongue.

You made a show of this, wrapping your lips around them and sucking, making sure not to break eye contact with the beautiful blond boy. A simple glimpse downwards told you that he was enjoying your little performance despite his straight face.

You watched him as he casually slipped off his black uniform jacket, leaving him only in his white button-up with that stupidly cute black ribbon around his neck. He folded it neatly, hanging it over the edge of his desk chair, before returning his attention to you.

“As much as I love that color on you, (y/n),” he said calmly, but you could sense the annoyance in his voice. “I want it off.”

You happily complied, pulling your bra off over your head, too eager to fiddle with the hooks. Then came the underwear, leaving you fully naked under his hungry stare. You didn’t mind it, though; you felt a little vulnerable fully undressed, but something about the way Michael looked at you, with such vivid passion and lust in his dilated eyes, made all those anxieties melt away. He made you feel so beautiful, wanted.

By the time you’d removed the garments, Michael had unbuttoned his shirt, laying it over the jacket on the edge of his chair. You reached for your clit, practically salivating as you regarded his beautiful upper body, toned and smooth and firm.

“No touching,” he ordered, and you placed your hand on your stomach, anticipation rising.

He unbuckled his belt, taking his time, which you assumed was intentional in order to frustrate you. You supposed you deserved it, though, since you had purposely gone out of your way to annoy him, after all. When he pulled it off, he leveled it in his hands and looked at you.

“I have half a mind to bend you over that desk and hit you with this until you can’t sit down for a fucking week,” he said.

You moaned, his vile words only increasing your arousal.

“I’m too lenient with you,” he said irritably, placing his belt on the seat of his chair. “You’re spoiled.”

You shook your head, waiting for him to remove his expensive shoes and equally expensive pants. Once he did, you surveyed the massive bulge protruding from his white boxers, and worried you might leak onto his nice sheets. Finally he peeled off the last layer, allowing his hard cock to spring free. You reached out eagerly to grab it, but he caught your wrist and brought it back down to your sides.

He climbed onto the bed, causing you to dip slightly downward, and he knelt between your legs to look at you. You smiled up at him, enjoying how powerless you felt beneath his towering frame, and gasped excitedly when he lunged forward to grip your wrists and hold them above your head. You squirmed slightly, his free hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.

For a minute he just observed you, submissive under his grasp. His lips curved upwards in a satisfied smirk as he leaned forward to speak to you.

“You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

You bobbed your head up and down, too worked up to formulate any sort of coherent string of words.

“Tell me,” he growled, tightening his grip on your neck.

“I-I’m a needy slut,” you managed, voice raspy. He seemed pleased, but you knew he would press on anyway.

“Whose needy slut are you?” he asked, breath hot on your face, and you shut your eyes as a moan spilled over your bitten red lips. Again, he choked you harder. “Answer me.”

“Y-yours,” you breathed.

He didn’t seem satisfied; pinning your wrists harder above you, pressing you hard into the mattress, he shifted himself to overtake you. “You’re my what?”

“I’m y-your needy slut,” you said, struggling to breathe but loving every second of it. “Michael.”

“You couldn’t even wait for me to fuck you,” he continued, removing his hand from your throat and instead using it to brace himself as he aligned the head of his dick with your entrance. “Touching yourself on my bed and moaning like a slut.”

He entered you only partially, making you let out a pleading moan. “You don’t even deserve to have me fuck you right now after the way you’ve behaved.” He hissed as he slid deeper inside, holding you still.

He pulled himself out before thrusting himself all the way back inside and you cried out, eyes watering at the fullness. You couldn’t help but call his name with each hard, ruthless thrust, unable to grasp at his curls or dig your nails into his back as he held your hands above you.

“You’re so loud,” he murmured, mid thrust. “You want everyone else to hear you? Want them to know how good I’m fucking you?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he pounded inside you; he let out a few grunts of his own, brows furrowed as he focused carefully on the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him.

He paused, pulling himself from you momentarily before lifting your legs up to rest over his toned shoulders. Then, effortlessly, he entered you again, your wetness making it impossibly easy to return to his hard pounding. Your legs raised now, he was able to fuck you even deeper, focusing all his weight onto his hips so that his cock could brush the spongey walls deep inside you.

He held your wrists so tightly you were sure there would be bruises by tomorrow; you didn’t mind, though. You liked when he marked you, made you his.

You screamed out, entirely powerless as he fucked you into the mattress exactly like you’d hoped he would. The room was filled with vulgar slapping noises, your bodies connecting over and over, but somehow you weren’t worried about anyone hearing, too overtaken with ecstasy.

“Michael,” you cried, vision blurring as the familiar hollow feeling made itself known in the pit of your stomach.

“Look at me,” he said between pants, and you did, (e/c) eyes meeting hooded blue ones.

It didn’t take much more for you to come; he almost completely pulled out before impaling you once more, eyes rolling back into your head as he slammed against your innermost walls. You unraveled, every limb vibrating as the orgasm overtook you, your hot skin prickling with goosebumps. Next came his orgasm, groaning while he emptied himself inside you.

He released your wrists and you pulled him close to you, kissing him hard as if to thank him. He threw himself down beside you, rolling onto his side to embrace you against his chest, chin resting on the top of your head. You snuggled into him, humming inquisitively when you heard him laugh to himself.

“You’re really a pain in the ass, you know that?”

You just smiled, allowing yourself to melt into the warmth of Michael Langdon.

#michael langdon #michael langdon smut #cody fern #american horror story #ahs apocalypse #apocalypse #ahs imagines #ahs one shot #michael langdon one shot #ahs smut #mine #murder house #michael langdon imagine #x reader

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trashboatprince · 5 years

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(People asked me to post my analysis about Bendy Land being a reality in New York, and I’ve had this in my drafts since December so it’s very out of date, especially since the Employee Handbook sorta confirmed that it was in development before JDS went bankrupt. Everything bold is new information, everything without it is the old info I was working on at the time before I got annoyed with myself for making this post

Make of it what you will, I overthought stuff from one chapter of the freaking game. Enjoy.)

-- I was looking through the Bendy wiki for images for Joey’s apartment, just to see the contents of his cork board, when I really took notice to something.

There are tickets for Bendy Land pinned to the board.

Now, I was discussing this little theory/idea with my friend the other day, what if Bendy Land had actually been a reality, not just an idea that had been stopped in it’s tracks due to a lack of budget.

Under the cut is a bunch of ideas as to what would have been the causes for the park to go under if it were a reality in the world outside of the studio, and why it could have helped in Joey Drew Studios’ bankruptcy.

Now, if Joey HAD the budget to make Bendy Land a reality, obviously it would have to be within an easy access drive to the studio. So it would be located in New York, or at least within a decent driving distance to Brooklyn, if that is where the studio is supposedly located (don’t quote me on that). Turns out it is in NYC so I have that going for me

Okay, that’s not too bad, right? Well, that would mean the park would have to be a seasonal amusement park, the cold weather wouldn’t do it any good and people don’t really want to go to a theme park during a New England winter. That’s not a problem, there are a lot of parks that operate during warmer months up in this region (Coney Island being a good example), but Joey will have to deal with the upkeep during the winter, and that’s not always cheap.

You gotta pay to keep the rides from being damaged by the weather and vandals, you gotta make sure you’re prepared to open when the operating season opens, usually in May (a lot of seasonal parks open around Memorial Day). Could Joey afford this? Possibly, if he cares enough to deal with such a big oversight.

Then you have to consider sponsors, they help to pay for A LOT of content and material in parks. Disneyland was practically built on the money it got from all the sponsors that signed up with the parks. That means Joey would probably get money from Briar Label and GENT, which would make sense as to why there are official Bendy posters that show the sponsorship and why we see the brands all over the studio.

It’s possible that a lot of the money for the studio in general came from these companies. And I was right

And, of course, whatever Bertrum contributed.

After all, this was his magnum opus project! He was going to build one hell of a park!

Now we have a problem with this.

Bertrum says in his tape before you fight him that it was to be the largest park ever built. Hoo boy, there’s a big load of problems with that.

A seasonal park that’s deemed to be that impressively large is going to fail, big time. There is no way that a park only open for a short time (usually from May to October) will not have the budget to keep running for the next season that well.

From what we see of Bertrum’s ideas, both drawn and being worked on, this project was MASSIVE. The park is huge in size from what we see with the model and designs. It looks like it would have had a large number of rides, attractions, ect. It even has it’s own railway, with actual trains!

Look, I’ve been to so many theme parks in my life, 95% of them ARE seasonal and none had full-on train engines that big. Those are practically real engines, not the small ones you normally see at amusement parks.

There is obviously a lot of work and money put into this, and I can see why Grant went off the deep end from trying to crunch the numbers.

From Bertrum’s second tape, it clearly sounds like the park had actually been built (though in-game it appears to still be in construction), so from what we’ve seen in Storage 9 shows just a sample of what the real-world park had to offer. And judging by the giant Bendy arm in the room with the Butcher Gang... there was a lot going on.

I think the park may have ran well in its first year or two, but Joey’s spending and lack of budgeting clearly had an impact on the life of the park, and the studio.

Disneyland did well, even after the disastrous first day, because it was clearly built to adapt to new changes, it had so many sponsors and backing, and it was built in California, where it’s got way better weather to allow it to stay open all year around.

Bendy Land may have been built in a good area for just warm months in New York, but clearly from what we’ve seen with the actual Bendy cartoons, the park was probably not built to adapt to changing eras. Bendy in the cartoons is still straight up stuck in 1929 with animation. At the point of time that I assume Bendy Land would have started construction (1935-1945, a time when amusement parks were beginning to see a boom, especially AFTER the war when families were spending more time together for vacations), it was rare to find cartoons still being done in black and white, most animations studios had already shifted into using color to keep up with the competition.

But this is Joey we’re talking about, the man clearly liked to think big, but only with what he could work with.

And now we’re gonna talk in bold cause that’s where I stopped.

So basically, the book pretty much states that the studio went bankrupt and Joey’s projects came to a halt, but this post is still about the reality of if Bendy Land became a real thing, so let’s stick with that mindset.

I feel like Joey would waste too much of the money the studio was making on the park, on trying to keep it running and functioning during the months it’s open. Clearly, this will cause issues for the studio itself.

Budgets would be slashed something awful, you’re practically working for next to nothing cause your paycheck is going into making sure some kid can get a Bendy toy from a carny.

And would Bendy still be popular? Would he and his friends still have an impact on the people?

During WWII, if you didn’t do propaganda cartoons for the US, you were S.O.L. for your studio to stay afloat. A lot of studios who were doing decently at the time suffered for not ‘doing their patriotic duty’, which wasn’t their faults, they weren’t getting the money or viewership. Didn’t help that a lot of staff members were deployed.

Obviously the novel shows that the studio stuck around for a while, maybe they made some shorts, or Joey bribed to have Bendy cartoons play alongside Private Snafu shorts or Donald Duck episodes. I’m getting distracted, but still, the studio somehow stuck around so Bendy would still be known.

But let’s also take into account that a lot of studios have had parks themed on characters before. Hanna-Barbara has had a number of parks based on the Flintstones (that all failed), Japan has had parks based on their own characters, and English book characters, that all failed or aren’t as popular as Disney yet still kinda draw in crowds.

Bendy Land would probably last for about five or so years, give or take.

Seasonal parks are a risky move, you have to constantly make sure they are taken care of during the down seasons. You have to be able to attract big enough crowds each open season that bring in just enough money to keep going. You have to keep in good contract with sponsors or else you will lose money.

You have to have rides that people want to ride, you have to keep safety up, you have to pay your employees and give them decent privileges/bonuses/money that will want them to keep working there (Joey clearly wasn’t allowing that, according to footnotes from the handbook).

Also, you HAVE TO PAY THE CONSTRUCTION PEOPLE. Joey wasn’t really doing a great job with that either!

This park, if it had been finished, would have been the kick to the crotch during Joey’s downfall. Maybe he dodged a bullet with his studio going under, because it probably didn’t cost him as much as it would have if his theme park died on him (he could make back money by selling it/the rides, but that’s a whole other issue cause a lot of times... parks are straight up left to rot when no one wants them or their rides. Looking at you, Hard Rock Park in Myrtle Beach, SC. You were a sad sight to see for a while when driving past to go to the boardwalk)

But yeah, this was just me rambling, like, this was just a huge thing about the idea of Bendy Land being a reality and how it really wouldn’t have been a huge success if it had been finished. Poor Bertrum, that would have been a huge pain in the ego.

Aaaaaannnnddd... that’s all I’ve got. I can’t think of anything else right now, but I’m very sure there’s more.

Anyway, thanks for listening to a guy with too much time to think about a fictional amusement park cause he spends too much time watching theme park history videos on youtube and overthinks about Bendy.

#john's commentary #bendy and the ink machine #batim #joey drew #bertrum piedmont

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wordsandwickedthings · 6 years

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A very snowbaz Halloween

Simon and penny were invited to a Halloween party. the only struggle? is getting Baz to come with them.

snowbaz

warnings: swearing, they talk about Baz’s dick for a bit...sorry

Simon Snow never thought he’d fit in in college. He wasn’t super popular at Watford but being the mysterious chosen one made him interesting or important enough he never felt unpopular; being the supposed most powerful mage made him inescapably someone. At college, though, Simon was no one, and, Merlin, he did love it.

He did fit in – at college that is – he didn’t have a large number of social skills, to begin with, but he had made a few friends during his first chemistry class, and it was like a domino effect after that. Growing until he had a nice group of friends, and more importantly: wasn’t nearly as terrified to meet new people.

Which lead him to his current situation.

There was a party that night, more specifically a hallowing party.

The only problem? He had a stubborn boyfriend who likes huddling up of Simon’s couch with junk food and homework rather than going out and socializing with a bunch of strangers.

“why do I have to go to this thing?” Baz was indeed sitting on Simon’s couch, with a cup of coffee and a book opened in front of him.

“because,” the other boy whined while adjusting his tie, “you’re my boyfriend, and all our classes are on different sides of the school and our schedules conflict, so I never see you. And you’ve never met any of my normal friends, and they all really want to meet you!”

“they’re starting to think you don’t actually have a boyfriend, aren’t they?”

Simon whined again, this time much louder, “they keep asking penny if you’re my Snuffleupagus.”

Baz let out a chuckle, “what is that?” he flipped his book closed, finally giving his boyfriend his undivided attention.

“I don’t know something from an American normal tv show,” the golden-haired boy shrugged, except he wasn’t golden anymore. It had been charmed by Penny to be pitch black, his ocean eyes charmed green.

“what even are you supposed to be?” Baz asked him.

Simon looked down at himself; he had a school uniform on, with thick robes over top of It, and a red and gold tie peeking out from his sweater vest. He had thick round glasses on, charmed so he could see out of them, and a fake scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt.

“Harry Potter,” Simon told him, “Penny says he’s a character in a book. He’s a chosen one too, apparently.”

The vampire stands up, giving Simon a once over, “is he as bad of a chosen one as you were?”

He smiled a bit, shrugging, “Penny said kind of.”

“speaking of Bunce, where is she?”

There was a perfectly timed crash noise at that moment, coming from where the bedrooms were; Penny emerging from Simons room with her purple hair pulled back into a bun, wearing a grey button up on – the short sleeves rolled up a few times – and a pair of dark skinny jeans.

“those are my clothes!” Baz gapped, his eyes drifting down to what he hand was gripping, “that’s my wand!”

Penelope smiled wickedly, revealing a set of fake fangs over her canines, “anyone want to guess what I’m being for hallowing.” She put her arms behind her back, swinging back and forth.

“you need a new roommate, Snow.”

Simon was to busy laughing to pay attention to the annoyed vampire. “I think she’s a cuter you, Baz.”

Baz shot daggers at the freckled-boy, “no one’s cuter than me.”

Penny laughed, winking at the tall boy, “so, I’ve been thinking of what Baz could be for the party, and I think I’ve got a few solid ideas.”

“Oh, no,” Baz pointed a finger at his imposter, “I haven’t even agreed to go to this stupid thing, let alone wear a costume.”

Simon tilted his head, so it lands on Baz’s shoulder, looking up at his boyfriend, “but its Halloween!”

The vampire looked down at his whiny boyfriend, glaring at him with his jaw locked, which Simon had learned he did whenever he was trying not to give into Simons affection. The ex-chosen one counted that as a slight win.

“why should I care about a stupid, normie holiday,” he said, “and besides, I’m already a vampire, why do I need to dress up?”

“does that mean you’re coming?” Simon perked up.

“you can’t because I’m being a vampire,” Penelope butts in.

“You’re being me!”

Penny came forward, grabbing Baz by the shoulder, examining him. “now, we have a few options to go with here; Aquaman is always a good option, you have abs from sports and all, but I think my other Idea is the best one.” She clapped her hands.

Baz turned to the other boy in the room, “I thought you said you’d never do anything to make me uncomfortable.”

He cocked his head, “are you, really, truly, uncomfortable?”

“Damn you both,” Baz grumbled. He raised his arm up, already knowing penny was going to use a spell on him, closing his eyes in dread.

Simon watched from the side as penny retrieved her own wand, swishing it in a squiggle in front of the vampire. His clothed shifted from wearing an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, into a skintight black bodysuit with what looked like a blue v across his chest, a black mask over his eyes.

Baz blinked his eyes open, looking up at them.

Penny was grinning, looking over the costume – she looked pleased until her eyes traveled lower. She flung her head to the side and let out a shriek.

Baz flinched, looking down, his hands flying to his crotch, “you forgot to charm me a cup?!”

Simon burst out laughing at that moment.

Penny squealed, “how was I supposed to know you’d need a cup! I don’t have a dick!”

“it’s a skin-tight suit! What did you think would happen?!” Baz yelled. Penny had clapped her hands over her eyes, but peaked through them slightly, “Don’t look at it!” Baz screamed again.

“I wasn’t!” she lifted Baz’s shirt over, “it’s just – I mean – can’t you just make it work?”

Baz’s face was pure horror, “NO! give me my wand!”

Penny threw the stick, curling back so her arms were over her face, “I don’t want to go near it.”

Simon was still grinning wildly when Baz went for his discarded wand, giggling at the vampires attempts to move in the constricting outfit.

When a cup was charmed, and Penny felt safe enough to show her face again, Baz pointed his wand at Simon, “and you; never laugh when were referencing my dick ever again.”

The miracle boy smiled, “we're going to be late. You are coming right, Baz?”

Baz made a grumbling noise, “the things I do for you, Simon fucking Snow.”

Penny bounced up and down, going to their door, “let's go!”

When Baz turned to fallow her, Simon wrapped his arm around Baz’s shoulder, bringing the other boy closer to him, “I do like your costume by the way.” He pressed his lips to Baz’s cheekbone.

“I’m sure you do, Snow,” the raven-haired boy said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “I still think Halloween is a stupid holiday though.”

#simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #baz pitch #snowbaz #snowbaz fic #snowbaz fanfiction #Penelope Bunce #My writing #fanfic #carry on

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floralseokjin · 5 years

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;tdwa drabble | moments like these

you have to make the most of moments like these...

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre | smut, lots of love, forever domestic words | 2,322

— set after ‘the devil’s family’ instalment and just after this muse ask 💕

author’s note | i’ve been having a lot of Feelings lately and i miss tdwa couple so much :( enjoy !!!

“Aren’t you going to cuddle me?”

You spoke into the darkness, back turned to your husband’s weight beside you. You’d been in bed for the past two hours, exhausted after your wild weekend of singlehandedly looking after the fittingly nicknamed Terrible Tae’s... Yet, you still couldn’t decompress and drift into sleep, flipping through your book and checking social media on your phone until you’d grown annoyed and switched off the lamp, willing yourself to sleep.

Seokjin had still been up and about downstairs, finishing paperwork from his business trip and probably having a night cap after being lumbered with the babies this afternoon while you bathed and had some quality alone time, moisturising your legs for the first time in five days. Ten minutes ago he’d crept into bed surrounded by darkness, under the impression you were fast asleep. You were not. You were waiting for him to wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek. He’d been gone for two days and you’d missed him terribly—and not just because the extra pair of hands would’ve been helpful…

“I thought you hated me?”

He didn’t sound mad or hurt, in fact, you could hear the amusement in his tone, even picture the slight smile on his face. He knew you hadn’t meant the comment seriously, said in an exhausted and drained stupor. He’d definitely found it greatly amusing. You’d chanted the same when your contractions had almost torn you apart during the birth. However, being your husband and so finely tuned into your moods, he knew to leave you alone most of the evening, cooking his own supper and staying in his study as you nursed the twins to sleep and went to bed yourself. He was waiting for the go ahead just now and you’d given it to him loud and clear.

There was instant warmth as he snuggled closer and wrapped his arm around you, nosing the crook of your neck, the sound of his breathing comforting you. “I missed you.”

He hummed happily. “I missed you more.” A small kiss to your earlobe. “And the babies.”

You couldn’t help but push back into him, desperate to feel his mouth again. He kissed your jaw, shimmying his other arm underneath your body, pulling you close. Tighter. You clasped his hands in yours, wedding bands touching. Something warmed in your gut.

It was a foreign feeling these days, mostly because you were drained down to the bone, but Seokjin had been missing from your marital bed for two nights, and even though your eyes still felt heavy from lack of sleep this weekend, now you could feel a raw need begin to wake in you.

“Let’s stop the baby talk for a little bit.” You whispered, kissing his thumb. You felt him freeze for a split second when you ever so slightly circled you ass against his crotch. You understood he’d missed the twins while away, he’d been cooing over them all evening and of course you found it adorable but in the darkness of your bedroom, your husband pressed up against your body, talk of your children was the last thing you wanted. Not when you’d missed him in too many ways imaginable, for way too long.

He circled back, ever so gently, burying his face in your hair, inhaling with a sweet sigh. He kissed south, until he reached the nape of your neck, palms flattening against your ribcage, just under your breasts. “Mmm. You smell nice.” You made a slight noise in reply. It was all you could do. His voice was low and careful, like he knew something could possibly happen if he pressed. “I missed you.”

You arched into him a little harder when you felt his thumbs begin to circle your nipples. Despite however hesitant, the sensation was enough to set you on fire, flesh stiffening. Your reaction worked on him too, you could slowly feel him growing hard in his underwear as you rubbed up against him, tangling your bare legs together.

He liked that. Being as close as possible to you. One. He moaned lowly, your foot running up his leg. He found his way to your ear, whispering hopefully. “Can we?”

You were a whine, head turning to see his silhouette. “Seokjin, I need youuu.”

That was it. His lips met yours eagerly, kissing you with the same raw need you could feel ripping at your body. Of course you’d had sex after the babies were born, but those times were few and far between. What used to be multiple times a week in the early days of your relationship was now once a month if you were lucky. It was hard not to miss that type of intimacy however comfortable and possibly remiss you’d both gotten... Maybe an empty bed was the push you’d needed to be reminded...

You spoke with actions, Seokjin’s hands roaming you like he’d been gone for years, familiarising himself with every curve and dip of your body. You cupped his face, gasping as he dragged his mouth down your neck, tongue dipping into your collarbone. He was solid against your ass now, rutting into you.

You found the edge of his t-shirt, bunching it in your fist before being unable to restrain yourself, palming at his erection. He groaned, vibrations heating your skin and he quickly moved to push his underwear down around his thighs. Wrapping your first around the base of his cock you tried your best to jerk him, the flesh thick and hot, as he hooked his arm around your waist again, hand sneaking into your silk pyjama shorts to run his fingers along your folds, almost whimpering when he felt how wet you were. For him. No foreplay needed. Just hot, needy sex.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he rushed into your mouth, now dragging the shorts down your legs. You kicked them off as he cupped and squeezed your ass, moaning loudly into your pillow.

“Please,” you murmured, arching the flesh into him, feeling his cock between your legs. You were desperate. Almost beside yourself by the time you felt him rubbing the blunt head against your opening, readying himself before pushing inside.

He sunk slowly, savouring the feeling and groaning face first into the back of your head as he bottomed out. He stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the warmth of your connected bodies, holding you tightly, chest against your back, lips pressed to your hair.

It didn’t take long for those lips to find their way to yours, tongues entangled as he began to fuck you slowly. Back and fore, a deliciously beautiful rhythm that almost brought tears to your eyes. Making love with Seokjin was your favourite past time, you were beginning to realise how much you’d missed it. How much your tired body craved for it. How it injected you with fresh life, fire... passion. Made you feel younger, drifted you back to the past... It was impossible to describe how much you loved him. Impossible to describe how your devastatingly beautiful devil made you feel... even after all this time.

The moan that emitted deep from within your soul as Seokjin’s mouth found your neck might have helped vocalise a small fraction of your thoughts and feelings, but it would never be enough. At least not in your opinion. In his, maybe it was. He moaned just as intensely, warm tongue licking strips up your shoulder now, sucking red marks that would surely fade come morning.

You arched into him when you felt his hands ride up your cami, the warmth of his palms spreading through your body, curling your toes. He pinched your nipples suddenly and you whined, sensation burning red beneath your closed eyelids. You rutted up against him, hand reaching for him blindly. He squeezed you tightly. You always felt so safe against his large body. So small. So well looked after.

“Always so good for me no matter what, hm?” Your blatant neediness seemed to be having an effect on him. He squeezed his words out, strained and raw. No matter how gentle he felt or tried to be, he’d always have that dangerous mouth of his, and you loved it. You nodded with a mewl from your lips when he pulled at your nipples again. He whispered the next part. Gentle and loving. “And I always want to treat you right.”

One of his hands slipped down your stomach, fingertips pressing into the skin before he found his way between your legs, toes curling once again with the pressure against your clit and you turned to press your face into your pillow, muffling your moans. He kept thrusting, quicker, losing himself to the sound of you. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as if he was trying to control himself, growling lowly. They stayed there as he panted, seemingly desperate for you to cum too, yet it wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold back any longer, overcome and clouded.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head falling back, hands finding your hips as he held you down, stilling inside you as deep as he could get. You liked the feeling. Full. Of him. His flesh. His love. “You just feel so good.”

You could tell he had admitted defeat. You were his weakness after all. Always had been. “Where sh-should I?” He asked you, unable to stop pumping into you a few more times. Slower now, indulgent, edging himself. “Hand? Back?”

You hadn’t restarted birth control since the pregnancy and you both hated condoms with a burning passion so pulling out was the only option. Unless you wanted to get pregnant again, (which was a big fat no.) Sex may have been scarce between you, but every time you did end up fucking it was guaranteed something would end up getting soiled with Seokjin’s cum.

“Mouth.” The safest way. You were not having him staining your fresh sheets. You’d managed to change them today whilst Seokjin occupied the twins, not being able to stick another night smelling stale milk and spit up. However, maybe you just wanted your husband’s cock in your mouth and his cum down your throat... Both reasons sufficed.

He practically whimpered at your answer, sliding out of you instantly because no way in hell (ha!) would he be able to keep it together after that. He’d told you once, that finishing in your mouth was as close as he could ever get to heaven. Over exaggeration but perhaps not...

“You know how to fucking ruin me,” he muttered, sitting up to shimmy a leg of his underwear off so he could kneel over you freely. He was in a rush as he did so, fist tightening around the base of his cock as you rolled on to your back. The mattress dipped under your head with his weight and you opened your mouth obediently for his eager and aching length.

“Mmm,” you responded, no time for nothing much else because he was already slipping inside, taste against your tongue, lips stretched around his girth.

He was only able to withstand a few moments, pushed to his limit already and quickly he pulled out to jerk himself against your flattened tongue. You flicked it along the tip, catching him where he was most sensitive and soon enough there was that familiar almost soundless gasp, his seed dotting your sticky and wet muscle and sliding down your throat as you swallowed the load. There was a lot of it. He’d been desperate, no wonder.

He let out a long drawn out groan as the bliss subsided, forearm against the wall, face pressed tightly into it. “Shit. I’ve been storing that for weeks.” You giggled, kissing down his softening cock before you placed one at the top of his balls. He shivered, ticklish and moved away to cage you under his body, mouth finding yours tenderly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close, insides still warm, hot for him. You wondered how long it would take him to kiss down your chest, make his way between your legs. You longed for his wicked tongue, your fingers wound tight in his hair. You were moaning at the sheer thought of it, Seokjin gripping your waist tightly, on the same wavelength, but then you both heard something that shattered your dreams.

You both froze at the sound of Taeoh’s whimpering through the baby monitor, dismay filling you instantly. You tried to push through but soon it turned to crying and you could no longer ignore it, moment well and truly interrupted. Ruined.

Seokjin pulled away and sighed slowly. “I’ll tend to him,” he smiled softly, pecking your nose as he let go of your hips. You watched him fight his underwear on, sitting on the edge of the bed as he ran a hand through his hair before turning to look at you. “There’s bottles downstairs, right?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark, able to spot the exerted hue on his cheeks. “He could just need rocking back to sleep though.”

Seokjin nodded, leaning over to kiss you one last time. “I love you.”

You clung to him, not wanting to let go of the moment oryour orgasm but you knew you had too. “Better hurry up,” you sighed, breaking away. “Before he wakes Taeah.”

He jumped to it, your son’s cries getting louder, impatient. “I’ll see to them both. You’ve had a wild weekend.“

You scoffed a laugh. “Ended good though. I love you too, by the way.” You added with a grin. He smiled back, eyes sparkling in the moonlight before he made his way out the bedroom.

“Make me cum when you get back—!” You called quietly after him. He just laughed. You both knew you’d be sound asleep by the time he got back into bed...

#there was a nipple milk explosion the next morning and oc blamed seokjin's pinching lmao #it was a leak she's just dramatic.....#bts smut #seokjin smut #jin smut #seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic #floralseokjin:writings #fic:tdwa

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darisu-chan · 6 years

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The Force of My Love

Hey! It’s Day 2 for IR Month, and today I bring you a Bleach-Star Wars crossover, inspired in part in Anakin and Padme’s relationship. Hoe you guys like it!

You can also read it here.

Prompt: a crossover

Summary: Jedi Ichigo and Rukia end up breaking many rules just to be together.

Ichigo couldn’t concentrate. He knew it was important ─ this was their mission briefing after all ─ but his mind was elsewhere. All his attention was focused on the feeling of a hand making its way all throughout his leg until it reached his crotch. He shivered at the touch. It was awakening in him an instinctual feeling of possession. He needed more. He needed her. However, Ichigo tried to block such thoughts. He reminded himself he couldn’t possibly be thinking about that in front of Urahara, his master back when he was young, and his superior officer as well.

“Is something wrong, young Kurosaki?” The blond man asked him, a playful smile on his face.

The young Jedi Knight coughed. “No… No… everything’s fine.” Next to him, a woman snickered.

“Well, as I was saying…”

Ichigo blocked Urahara’s voice and turned to glare at her. The woman in question was Rukia Kuchiki. His partner in missions for the last five years. His mentor when the two were just padawans. His best friend. And, most importantly, his secret lover, the one whose hand was doing things to his body that should be illegal. Did he mention he was crazy about her? Such was his life, but he couldn’t complain. The two had known each other for the past ten years. Ten years of craziness, adventure and love. No one knew him like Rukia did. He wouldn’t change her for the world.

“Were you listening to me Kurosaki?” Urahara said with an unusual strict tone of voice he reserved when he wanted to appear intimidating.

“Yes, of course. We need to go to Hueco Mundo and investigate a few attacks to the Queen’s guards.” He said matter-of-factly. Even if he had been distracted, he had actually listened to what Urahara said. Well, most of it.

The Jedi Master harrumphed. “As your superior, I have to say you need to take this seriously. Supreme Chancellor Yamamoto personally appointed you two for this mission.” He said and the two Jedi nodded. “But as your friend, I’m just gonna say, have fun!” He exclaimed, taking out his fan.

Ichigo and Rukia stared at him amused. It was funny how sometimes Urahara’s mood would change drastically. Although Ichigo had to agree most often than not, his previous master was a pain in the ass.

“Well, that’s all for now. You better get going.” He told them. “You are dismissed.” He said, waving them off.

“Yes, Master Urahara.” Both Jedi said and then left.

The two walked out of his chambers and headed towards their own. On their way, they met other Jedi, who greeted them accordingly. Once or twice they saw a couple of Padawans and their masters. Ichigo was still not used to being referred to as “Master” by the kids. He wasn’t a master. Yet. So he acted awkward in every interaction. Rukia didn’t though. She actually kneeled to greet the children properly, and would smile at them, even telling them to study hard to become Knights one day. She was good with kids. The sight warmed his heart. Once that was done, they finally reached his quarters. Rukia waltzed in as if she owned the place, and she practically did for she spent most of her time with him anyway. He took his cloak off and tossed it to the ground. When he was about to take his tunic off, Rukia slammed her elbow against his ribs.

Shouting in pain, he rubbed his side. Then, he turned to glare at her. “What was that for?!”

His partner rolled her eyes. “For being distracted during our meeting with Urahara. What would have happened if we were discovered, eh, young Kurosaki?” She said in that sing-songy voice of hers he detested.

“Funny you scolded me when you started it.” He grumbled, still rubbing his abused ribs.

“Speaking of which…” She muttered, before sauntering to where he was standing. His eyes glued to the way her hips moved from side to side as she walked. Once she was in front of him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Standing on her toes, she reached his ear and whispered. “Why don’t we finish what we started?”

Minx. Ichigo thought with a smirk before capturing her lips with his. She kissed him back happily, arms already trying to get rid of his tunics. He helped her, before carrying her in his arms and throwing her on the bed. He climbed on top of her and kept kissing her, hands already wandering to his favorite places. Her moans were reward enough. He kept going, and eventually both were naked, sweaty, and oh so deeply satisfied.

“We really gotta stop doing that before missions.” He grunted, voice coming out hoarse and husky.

“It’s for good luck.” Rukia said beside him, hand making circles on his chest. “And, besides, it wouldn’t do to be horny while we fight. We need to focus on our mission.”

Ichigo didn’t say anything else. He just grunted in affirmation, and then brought her closer to his body. He kissed the top of her head. “It just makes me hornier.”

She laughed and playfully slapped his chest. “You’ll get more of that when we come back.”

“You know…” He started saying instead, hands rubbing her back. “We could have some in the ship. No one would bother us then.”

Rukia frowned. “You forget we have to bring Kon with us. And he’s not exactly the most discreet android out there.”

Ichigo groaned. “Do we really have to bring him with us?”

She giggled. “You know we do.” Then she stood up and cracked her back. “Come on, big boy, we have to pack.”

The young man let himself admire her naked body for a moment. Rukia had the body of a goddess. Soft skin that seemed to go on forever. Small and enchanting curves. A fit and smooth stomach. Strong thighs. A round ass he loved to grab. And those perky breasts. She was just stunning.

Rukia noticed his wandering eyes because she immediately leaned down and kissed him. “Come on, the sooner we start, the sooner we’ll get back and you’ll get more of that.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said grinning.

He stood up and both got changed back in their clothes. Rukia waved him goodbye and went to her own room. Ichigo shook his head. He really didn’t want to leave for the mission, but he knew they had to. Well, there wasn’t much he could do but get ready. He grabbed a bag from his closet and started packing his essentials. Spare clothes. Hygiene products. Whatever he deemed was necessary. Once that was done, he left his bag near the front and took a trip to the shower. After their activities he sure needed to wash himself. He was just shampooing his hair, when he felt a pair of slim arms wrapped around him.

“Back so soon?” He asked, knowing full well who was behind him.

“Hmmm.” Rukia muttered. “I always have a bag ready for missions. I just needed to pack a few things. Thought I could use a shower before leaving.” She said. Ichigo couldn’t see her face but he was sure she had winked at him.

“You had the same idea as I did.” He said, his hands rubbing her arms.

“You know what they say, great minds think alike.”

He chuckled and then he untangled himself from her embrace to face her. He brought her under the shower head. Her short black hair got wet immediately and it began sticking against her head. Water trickled down her bare neck and made a path down her exposed breasts and the rest of her body. God, she was beautiful. He pulled her in for a deep kiss, which she returned happily. Excited, Ichigo pushed her against the wall and kissed her neck.

“Ichigo.” She giggled, playing with his hair. When he sucked harder, Rukia gasped and moaned. “Ichigo.” She said, with more urgency this time. He kept going. “Ichigo!” She said more sternly and he finally pulled away.

“What?” He asked. He took a moment to admire his handiwork. Rukia’s cheeks were flushed, and her chest moved up and down fast in agitation. There, staining her pale skin, was his mark. He smirked smugly.

“If you keep that up we’ll never leave.” She admonished him.

“Fine.” Ichigo said and he let her drop down.

They showered as quickly as they could, stealing kisses every once in a while. They slipped out of the shower and got dressed in clean clothes. Ichigo noticed Rukia had brought her bag with her, and when they were ready, she grabbed it and headed to the door. He followed her, grabbing his discarded bag on the way. On the way out of the temple, they kept greeting people. Ichigo was never the most cheerful person, and such things annoyed him. It was no use though. In here everyone was kind.

“Ichigo! Rukia!” A female voice said.

“Kurosaki. Kuchiki.” Another added.

“Inoue. Ishida.” Ichigo greeted them, and Rukia nodded as well.

The man and woman in front of them were their friends. Orihime Inoue was a member of the senate they had befriended during one of their missions. She was a sweet young woman, who was always smiling. Her companion was Uryu Ishida, son of a senator, and a Jedi like them. He had been appointed Orihime’s personal guard, however both Ichigo and Rukia suspected there was more going on between them than just a simple friendship.

“I heard you’re going on a mission.” Ishida said after their greetings.

“Yes. We’re leaving for Hueco Mundo soon.” Rukia answered, adjusting the strap of her bag. Wordlessly, Ichigo took it from her.

“Hueco Mundo?” Orihime asked, with wide eyes.

“Yeah. That’s right.” Ichigo said.

Hueco Mundo was a planet far away from Coruscant. It was almost all a desert. A rough place to live. Somehow, the inhabitants of the planet had managed to survive despite the terrible weather and environment. The days were long but the nights were longer. The Arrancar, the alien race who lived there, were a rowdy bunch. It had taken some time until Hueco Mundo was part of the Republic. As such, security in it wasn’t the best around. They were known for illegal fighting rings, slavery, kidnapping and drug dealing. What was truly worrisome for the Senate was the belief that several Sith Lords hid in there. Orihime, once, had been a victim of a particularly nasty Sith. She had been taken from her home and taken to Hueco Mundo, where she waited until Ichigo, Rukia and Ishida had been appointed to rescue her. The girl still had nightmares from the whole ordeal.

“What’s happening there now?” Ishida asked, clearly annoyed.

“The queen’s been having problems.” Ichigo said. Ishida nodded in understanding.

“Sorry to cut this conversation short, but we have to leave now. It’s going to take us a while to reach Hueco Mundo.” Rukia interrupted, seeing the hour in her watch.

“Right. Don’t let us make you late.” Ishida said.

“Good luck in your mission!” Orihime told them.

The two Jedi waved goodbye and left.

“We still have some time.” Ichigo complained. “We could’ve stayed and talked to them some more.”

“Orihime seemed uneasy.” Rukia replied. “She got pale the moment we mentioned Hueco Mundo. I thought it’d be better for her if we stopped talking about it.”

He chuckled. “You really do care about your friends.”

Rukia blushed, embarrassed. “Shut up.”

“By the way,” Ichigo started saying. “Did you tell your brother about the mission?”

The young woman shrugged. “I figured Urahara or someone else would fill him in.”

That was a lie, though. Ichigo knew Byakuya Kuchiki, her brother and member of the Senate, would have thrown a fit had he heard his sister was going on a solo mission with Ichigo again. Byakuya wasn’t Ichigo’s best fan, although their relationship had improved greatly. The older man probably felt that Rukia’s partner would try to do unspeakable things to her. And he was right. Byakuya always warned her not to get too close to Ichigo, just in case. The irony was that Rukia was the one to always go in his room at night, and the one to initiate half of their encounters. Today was just an example of that. The other reason to hide for Rukia to not tell her brother anything was that she would have to, undoubtedly, see her brother’s guard, Renji. He and Rukia used to be childhood friends, who became estranged as time went by and life separated them. Back when they were training, Ichigo and Renji used to be rivals due to their natural competitive personalities. Although Ichigo back then didn’t realize right away that their rivalry was founded on the fact Ichigo was now closer to Rukia. And when the two were named partners, that didn’t sit well with Renji either. He had stopped talking to them, feeling betrayed. It wasn’t difficult to see he was in love with Rukia, and not being the number one person in her life hurt him. He had distanced himself from them and now all interactions were awkward. It was no wonder Rukia didn’t go see her brother often.

“I guess that’s true.” Ichigo added. “But maybe next time give him a heads-up. Byakuya might believe I kidnapped you or something.”

“Are you scared of my brother, Ichigo?” She asked him, grinning at him in a way he knew spelled bad news.

“Of course not!” He replied, embarrassed.

“Sure.”

As they approached the hangar, conversation dwelled between them. Whenever there was silence between them, it was never awkward. The best part about his relationship with Rukia was that they could read each other without having to speak. They knew each other like the back of their hand. As such, every moment between them was comfortable. After ten years of knowing each other, Ichigo couldn’t expect any differently. Rukia could very well be the only person in the entire universe who knew him inside out. He prided himself he could do the same. He smiled as he looked at her. He hoped he would feel this peace whenever they were together, so he decided to cherish this moment. Which lasted about two seconds when a voice resounded from the hangar.

“RUUUUKIAAAAA!” Someone shouted. In the blink of an eye a small android made his way towards Rukia, leaping to hug her. “How I missed you!” He yelled as he tried to bury his robotic head in her chest.

“Don’t even think about it!” Both Ichigo and Rukia said, as the latter got out of the way, and Ichigo kicked him to the other side.

“Ichigo! You’re so mean! I only wanted to greet Rukia properly!” The android said, even sniffing a bit.

He rolled his eyes. “That’s no way to greet her and you know it.”

The android in question was the unit K-0N, otherwise known as Kon by the two Jedi. When they started going on missions, they had requested an android to aid them in their quests. Urahara had told them he had the perfect robot for them. Then he had given them Kon as a gift. Ichigo should have known there was something suspicious about him, but when they found out, it had been too late. Kon wasn’t the most intelligent or capable android out there, and he was perverted to boot. He was an annoyance more than anything. His only attribute was that he was good at shooting and creating diversions. Ichigo honestly would have thrown him in the garbage if he and Rukia hadn’t become fond of the little guy. After so many adventures together, it would have been unthinkable to go anywhere without him.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t a pain in the ass.

It was Rukia’s turn to roll her eyes at their bickering. “If you have finished staring into each other’s eyes, we should get going.”

“Who’s staring into his eyes?!” Both robot and man exclaimed at the same time, making equally disgusted faces.

The woman merely laughed. “Come on, let’s go.”

She started walking away when she stumbled on her feet. Ichigo quickly grabbed her. “Rukia! Are you okay?” He asked her, clearly worried. Next to them, Kon had approached them, looking equally worried.

She simply shook her head. “I’m fine. Let go.” She said. When Ichigo didn’t move, she sighed. “I’m fine, really. I just didn’t look where I was going and tripped. You can let go now.”

Ichigo did as he was told and followed Rukia until they boarded the ship. He had noticed she had been acting weird for a whole week. But since they had had other jobs to do around, he hadn’t gotten the chance to ask her. He had planned to do it that day, but surprise, surprise, they had been tasked with a new mission in another planet. He figured he would be able to talk to her after their returned. Unless something went out wrong, or there was an emergency, they were usually given two days to rest from their work. Ichigo observed her once more. She looked slightly pale, but it was difficult to tell since her skin was so white to begin with. Maybe she was getting sick. Whatever it was, it would have to wait.

After boarding the ship, they left their bags on their rooms and then went to the cockpit. Ichigo sat in his seat, Rukia next to him, and Kon on the other side. He turned on the ship, and then flew up and away from Coruscant. Once in space, he said, “Set the curse to Hueco Mundo.” Immediately the ship went in that direction. It didn’t look as if there was much traffic or other problems in there. “Alright. We should arrive tomorrow at this pace.” He said, making quick calculations.

Rukia nodded. “Let’s tell Urahara.”

She called him from the ship and the Jedi Master answered. “Young Kurosaki, Young Kuchiki, I see you’re on your way!” He exclaimed upon seeing them.

“Yes. We will arrive tomorrow to Hueco Mundo.” Rukia told him.

Urahara nodded. “Excellent! According to the information I just received, you should have no problems getting there. Once you arrive, report immediately.”

“Yes.” Both said.

“Oh, and before you, remember don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Urahara said before he hung up.

“That guy’s so weird.” Kon muttered.

“You can say that again.” Ichigo said. He then reclined back on his seat. “Well, from here on it’s just gonna be a smooth ride.” He said. The hard part had been breaking out of the atmosphere. Now they could relax.

“Good. I’m starving!” Rukia said and she stood up, presumably to the kitchen to eat.

Ichigo simply put the ship on autopilot and turned to Kon. “Keep an eye in here while we eat.” And he stood up to leave before the android could complain.

He walked to where he knew Rukia would be, and sure enough, he found her rummaging in the cabinets. “What are you doing?” He asked her.

“Looking for something edible.” She answered, not even bothering to look in his direction.

“You know mission food is always the same.” Anything that could be frozen, dehydrated ad packed served as their food during their travels. They would have to eat at a restaurant once they landed to get actual food.

“A girl can only dream.” She said, this time looking at him. He chuckled a bit.

Ichigo took out the first bag he saw in there, and started eating it. It was not bad, but it wasn’t great either. It tasted like nothing. To be honest, that was one of the most annoying parts of traveling, right behind hanging out with Kon. As he ate, sitting on the table, he observed Rukia. She kept looking around the cabinets, until she settled for some fried fruit native of Coruscant. She joined him and started eating too.

“You’d think with all this technology we’d invent better space food.” She mumbled between bites.

“Guess we’re focusing the most in weapons.” He added.

“By the way, did you bring guns beside your lightsaber?”

“Course I did. I brought three different kinds. Just in case.”

Rukia nodded. “Me too. Would prefer it if we didn’t engage in direct combat.”

“What? Scared of a little action?” He asked her a bit sarcastically.

“I just don’t want to stay there more than necessary. I just want us to get there, see what the problem is, investigate as much as we can, and come back without any other delay.” She said, still munching on her food. “But with you around, it’ll be almost impossible.” She added as an after-thought.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Ichigo asked, offended.

“Let’s face it, trouble always follows you.”

“What?! That’s not true!”

“Name one time we didn’t end up getting into fights with one group or another.” Rukia said.

Ichigo stopped. He started thinking, remembering each and every single one of his missions. On his first mission ever with Urahara, he accidentally fell down a hole in a shady part of Galactic City. That led him to a drug dealing gang. Of course, the situation ended up in his fifteen year old self fighting with his new lightsaber a bunch of gang members. Urahara had to come back to rescue him. On his first mission with Rukia, they had ended up discovering a Sith Lord by accident, which basically ended up with them having to fight several androids, the Sith’s student, and the Sith himself, before they could get back on their ship. Just last month, somehow they ended up in a bar fight after finishing their mission.

When he didn’t answer, his partner smirked. “Told ya.”

He grumbled. “Whatever. You know you like the action.”

“That I can’t deny.” Then, she looked at her watch. “Better head to bed now. We have a long day tomorrow.” She said, stretching and standing up.

Ichigo smirked, having an idea. He got to his feet, and encircled his arms around Rukia, pushing her against the counter. “Since I’m free for a while, why do you say we enjoy our time in bed?”

“Oh?” She said, clearly amused. “What were you thinking of?”

“You know, the usual. You. Me. No space between us. There’s a specific move I’ve been meaning to try.” He said, trying to play it cool, although he was getting pretty excited.

Rukia laughed. “Though that sounds delightful, I’m afraid I’ve already had my fair share of action today.” She said, her smile widening when Ichigo pouted.

“You weren’t saying that earlier today.” He mumbled.

Pulling away from his embrace, she sauntered away. “We can go back to it when we come back.” Then she left him alone to his thoughts.

“Goddamnit.”

Ichigo really did love her, but the woman drove him insane. He knew she was right. If they did anything in the ship, they risked Kon finding out, and he wasn’t necessarily the most discreet android in the world. He would totally let it slip and if he did… Ichigo shivered. He didn’t want to know what the council would do to them. Technically speaking, Jedi couldn’t have romantic relationships of any kind, much less get married and start a family. Jedi couldn’t have any attachments. There had been cases where they had renounced and moved to other places to be with their loved ones. Others had been punished severely, their reputations and their lives completely ruined. He didn’t want that to happen to either of them. Both had their own ambitions. They wanted to become masters. He knew for a fact Rukia wanted to have a seat on the council. They wanted to save the world. But, he thought that night in bed, he loved her even more than being a Jedi and playing hero. Given the choice, he knew he would choose her. But would Rukia choose him if that ever came to be?

He was afraid to realize he didn’t know the answer.

Next morning, Ichigo went early back to his seat. He was glad to see nothing seemed out of the ordinary and that Kon had actually behaved. He had breakfast with Rukia and both took their seats again. Time passed peacefully as they planned their mission. They would immediately present themselves to Queen Harribel, and then they would be briefed with more detail about the situation. Next they would scope the perimeter, looking for anything out of the ordinary. According to the information they would receive, they would act accordingly. If everything went fine, they would return tomorrow home and report to the council. It things were more complicated in reality… Well, they would just have to make due.

“So what do we know about Harribel?” Ichigo asked.

“She became queen after the previous king, Barragan, passed away. She was elected queen by the members of Hueco Mundo’s council. She’s young, a bit older than us, and will remain in office until her death.” Rukia explained.

“So basically Hueco Mundo still has a monarchy.”

“It’s one of the few planets left with a full monarchy, yes.”

Ichigo nodded. “Surprising the Supreme Chancellor hasn’t made them become a democracy.”

“Guess he doesn’t want any more problems. Hueco Mundo’s allegiance to the Republic is shaky as it is.”

Hueco Mundo was one of the worst places to live in the whole universe. There was crime in every corner. It was probably infested with Sith too. Urahara had once tried to ask the Council to organize an operation to actually investigate the place, and take down any suspicious activity. However, it was rejected. No one wanted to spend resources in a planet that was deeply infested with criminals. What Ichigo and Rukia both feared was that certain planets got better treatment than others. The rest were left to do whatever they pleased, which meant more crime in the long run.

“And her reign is also shaky.” Ichigo wondered.

“It seems Harribel’s not like the previous king. She’s imposing stricter laws.”

“Which means giving criminals a hard time. Gotcha.”

“She believes the people targeting her might be working for a Sith Lord.”

“Then we’ll totally have fun today.” Ichigo said and she laughed.

“No calm mission for us.”

“When has that ever been the case?”

Upon arriving, they were well-received by Harribel’s people. They walked out and into her palace, Kon coming along.

“Listen, Kon.” Rukia said dangerously before disembarking. “Queen Harribel has certain attributes you’ll like. But you have to act accordingly.”

“If you ruin this for us, I swear I’ll tie you up in front of the ship, got it?” Ichigo said equally as menacingly.

“G-got it…” Kon had promised and, as he had told them, didn’t really react when they finally were in front of the queen of Hueco Mundo.

“Greetings, Jedi Knights. I welcome you to my planet.” Queen Harribel said, sitting on her throne.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Both said as they bowed down. Kon, albeit a bit later, bowed down too.

“Let’s go to a more private place, shall we?” The queen said, raising from her seat and already walking down the hall.

Ichigo and Rukia eyed each other and then nodded. They followed Harribel until they reached a room, where tea and snaks waited for them.

“Please, have a sit.” She said, gesturing to the table.

Both Jedi sat down and accepted the beverages they were given by the servants. Harribel waved them away, and only her personal guards, all female, remained.

“I assume Master Urahara has already informed you of the situation.” She spoke.

“Briefly. We don’t know all the details. He thought it’d be better if you told us yourself, Your Majesty.” Rukia answered.

Harribel shook her head. “Don’t be so formal with me. Even if I’m queen now, I come from humble origins. I know what it’s like to live on the streets, trying to survive. I know what’s like running away from thieves and bandits.” She said with a faraway look on her face as she gazed at the window. “Which is why I made my way to the council, and here we are.”

The two didn’t say anything, they just listened to her. They had a feeling there was more to her story than they had previously thought.

“On my way to the top, I, of course, made some enemies. Some more insignificant than the others. But with my recent policies, I’m afraid I have offended someone of outmost importance.” She said.

“Don’t tell me it’s a Sith Lord.” Ichigo said, before he could stop himself.

Harribel chuckled. “Of course it is. This place is one of their many hideouts. They go around doing whatever they please, but now that I’ve made plans for more and better security, one of them wasn’t pleased.” She said.

“What is his name?” Rukia asked. “Perhaps we’ve heard from him.”

“He calls himself Darth Insaniam. And he is as crazy as his name implies.” The queen said as she took a sip from her cup. “My guards have already informed he’s making his move, which is why I asked for your help.”

“Tell us your orders.” Rukia said.

“I’ll be receiving the council today at their quarters. Insaniam will make an appearance and will attempt to assassinate me. I want you to apprehend him.”

“It will be done.”

“Marvelous. Then I’ll let my guard help you secure the perimeter of the room.”

With that, the queen dismissed them and, three hours later, both Jedi sat down, exhausted. They had already scoped the Council Headquarters as well as its surroundings. The security was adequate for what it was, but they made some improvements. More guards were appointed everywhere, and Harribel accepted to be personally escorted by the two of them until they reached the room. She did not want them inside the room when the meeting took place, so they were to wait outside until it was over. True to their words, Ichigo and Rukia escorted her from the palace to the council quarters, and remained with her until it was time for the meeting. Then, they exited the room and stood outside, guarding the door.

“Do you think he’ll come?” Ichigo asked next to Rukia, keeping an eye on the corridor to his left.

“I’m sure he will. If we’re lucky enough, we’ll apprehend him without much trouble.” She said.

“He’s a Sith. He’ll give us trouble.”

“That’s why I said if we’re lucky.”

They didn’t say anything else, returning to guarding over the door. So far so good. There was no one around except for the guards. Feeling satisfied, Ichigo took his time to observe Rukia. She had been looking queasy all morning. She had barely had breakfast, even if their food was tasteless. And, after having tea with the queen, her stomach had been upset. He had tried asking her about it, but his partner had waved him off. Stubborn brat. She still look pale like in the day before, and although it was their job and he would need back up, if they had to fight, Ichigo didn’t want her anywhere near the action. If she was feeling sick, she had no business fighting.

“Ten more minutes and the meeting will be over.” Rukia said, making him focus on the mission and not on his thoughts.

Ichigo almost sighed in relief. “More than an hour has gone by, and there has been no sign of him.”

“It’s possible it was a false alarm.” She added.

“Probably.”

And just as they had uttered those last few words, there was an explosion on the corridor next to where they were. A few people swore as they dove for cover. Ichigo wrapped his arms around Rukia and pushed them to the floor. Kon moved in front of them and covered them up. Looking at his partner, he could tell that they both had the same thing in mind: Darth Insaniam had arrived.

“You stay here and guard the queen!” Ichigo said, sprinting into action.

“But Ichigo─”

“Kon!” He cut her off.

“Yeah?”

“Protect Rukia!” He said, before running towards where he could hear someone stomping.

“Ichigo!”

He ignored her call. It was imperative someone would stay to keep the queen safe, but it was also important the Sith was stopped before he could reach the queen. He run to the corridor, taking out one of his guns. Some guards were already shooting. Apparently they were being invaded by androids. Just great. He shoot several of them, as he ducked and ran at the same time. Finally, he was face to face with a dark figure surrounded by androids.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Kurosaki.” The voice spat. Ichigo recognized that voice.

“Grimmjow?” He said out loud, shocked.

The figure took off his hood, revealing the face of a man. He had blue, spiky hair and was grinning manically at him. It was none other than Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, a rogue Jedi who had been involved with Orihime’s kidnaping. Last time Ichigo had seen him was on the way to prison. Of course someone had freed him. Ichigo had no idea that had happened, much less that he was now a Sith, but it made sense. Grimmjow was from Hueco Mundo, and he had been involved in countless crimes all over the universe.

“Surprised to see me?” The man asked.

“Not as much as I should be.” Ichigo answered, putting his gun away and taking out his saber.

“What are you doing here?” Grimmjow said, clearly relaxed.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

He grinned. “I came here for the queen.”

“What a coincidence. I’m here to stop the one who wants her.” Ichigo said.

His grin grew even larger. “Then, there’s only one thing left to do.”

Grimmjow didn’t even wait to finish the sentence before grabbing his saber and leaping towards Ichigo. The Jedi quickly blocked the attack and pushed him away. Both smiled cockily and pulled back.

“As fast as ever I see.” The Sith commented.

“You too.”

“You know, I’ve been dying to fight you again.” Grimmjow said.

“Che. That’s my line.” Ichigo answered and attacked first.

They went around the whole place, lightsabers crashing with each thrust. They were evenly matched. Before, Grimmjow had almost managed to get the upper hand, but now, years later and after much training, Ichigo was in better form. But so was his foe. Grimmjow had grown even stronger and faster. It was taking all of his focus to block and duck each attack. Ideally, he would have needed his partner around to defeat him quickly. But there was no way he was letting Rukia anywhere near him now that he knew the Sith was Grimmjow. Not after last time.

“Where’s your little partner?” Grimmjow asked as if reading his thoughts. “Don’t tell me she didn’t make it.”

“Of course she did. She’s keeping the queen safe while I kick your ass.”

“Pity, I wanted to finish what I started last time.”

“Don’t even think about it!”

That had been one of the scariest moments in Ichigo’s life. During that mission, Grimmjow had hurt Rukia real bad. He had made a whole in her stomach, and she had lost a lot of blood. Thankfully, Ishida had acted quickly and he had taken her to the ship, where he could attend her. Ichigo had been left by himself, enraged. He had fought Grimmjow until neither of them could move anymore, but the man had been saved by one of his accomplices. Ichigo had had to go on his mission, locating Orihime. He had left him go. But not this time. He would make him pay for almost killing Rukia that time.

Around them, there were no more androids. Behind him, he could hear the queen’s guard dealing with them. He was sure Rukia and Kon were fighting too. That was good. It meant his sole focus would be on his opponent. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but they had suddenly moved to a room, away from the queen. They had destroyed everything on their wake and now they stood side by side.

“You’ve given me a great fight today, Kurosaki.” Grimmjow said, the red light from his saber making his grin looked even more sadistic. “But this is the end. I’m falling behind schedule, you see.”

“Funny, I was about to say the same thing.” He said.

The Sith smirked and then pulled out a second lightsaber. “Now it’s on.”

Ichigo leapt away, flipped in the air and came back to slash. Grimmjow blocked his attack and they moved around the room, repeating the same actions as before. They were getting tired already. Ichigo knew he needed to finish the fight soon. He applied more force to his next attack and managed to slam Grimmjow against a wall. The action made him lose one of his lightsabers. That deeply enraged him. Using the force, he made Ichigo lose balance and slam against the other wall, breaking it and landing into the next room. Groaning, he tried to sit only to watch as Grimmjow approached him, lightsaber in hand. Ichigo looked for his own finding it on the other side of the room. That wasn’t good.

“This is where our little fight ends. Thanks for everything, Kurosaki, but this is the end.” He said, raising his weapon to finish him off.

“Your end, you mean.” Someone said, moving in front of Ichigo and blocking Grimmjow’s attack.

“Rukia!” Ichigo exclaimed once he recognized his partner in front of him.

“Look who has come out to play.” Grimmjow muttered.

“The queen’s been secured. Now all we need is to catch this criminal.” Rukia said, not even once taking her eyes from the Sith. “I’ll take him now.”

“Let’s see if that can happen!” Grimmjow said and attacked.

Ichigo was worried. Rukia wasn’t in the best of shapes. He could see she was tired by the way she was panting, and she also looked paler than before. This wasn’t good at all. He stood up and winced. He definitely had a broken rib, but that could be taken care of later. He ran to his lightsaber, getting out of the way of the fight. When he reached it, it had been too late. Grimmjow had managed to take the lightsaber away from Rukia’s hands, and had her in a vice grip.

“I’ve been waiting years for this moment.” He said maniacally. “The day I’d finally kill you, Jedi scum.”

Rukia didn’t say anything. She just raised her hand and using all her energy, she managed to push Grimmjow away from her using the force, just in time for Ichigo to use his lightsaber and stabbed him in the chest. The Sith looked first at the Jedi Knight and then at his chest. Then, he laughed. It was a pitiful laugh.

“But of course. Only you, Kurosaki, only you.” He muttered before collapsing. Whatever he had meant by that was lost to both Jedi.

“Rukia!” Ichigo said, running towards her.

“I’m fine.” She said, though she was out of breath.

“No, you’re not fine! I need you to take you to the infirmary!” He yelled, inspecting her for any visible wound.

“I’m fine. Really. Just tired. You’re the injured man.” She said, pointing at his forehead, where blood trailed down.

“Oh.”

“Let’s go.”

There wasn’t a lot to be done after that. The guards seized Grimmjow and then, upon inspecting him, declared him dead. The queen was already safe and sound in her palace. The Jedi went and had an audience with her, reporting what had happened during the attack. The queen had only thanked them, and had sent them to see her doctors, after she noticed they were in bad shape. Ichigo had been quickly cured, only after making sure Rukia wasn’t actually hurt. Now that everything had passed, he didn’t feel scared for her any longer. Instead, he was pissed. He had told her to stay behind, but had come to his rescue. She should have sent Kon, but no, she had to go and save him, almost getting killed in the process. The idiot. In his anger, he ignored her, only speaking when necessary. They boarded the ship after they weren’t needed anymore. Ichigo set the course towards their home, while Rukia reported to Urahara. He put the ship on autopilot and left to his room, not even bothering to eat something. Even Kon didn’t speak to him, and kept his mouth shut. Upon arriving, they reported everything to the council and returned to the temple, bags in hand. Rukia followed him wordlessly, knowing better than to try and talk to him. When Ichigo was mad, there was nothing you could say to make him feel better. He needed to calm down first. He went into his room, and Rukia went in behind him. She softly closed the door and sat down on his bed, waiting for him to talk.

“What was that?” He practically hissed.

“What was what?” Rukia countered instead of answering.

“Don’t play dumb!” Ichigo yelled. “I’m asking what the fuck was that?!”

Although she flinched, she didn’t back down. “I was doing my duty. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“That was not your duty! I had him!” He retorted.

“Really? Then why were you laying on the floor?” She asked sarcastically.

“That’s beside the point! You were supposed to keep the queen safe!”

“Which I did!” She yelled, offended at what Ichigo was implying. “She was already out of the building by the time I reached you!”

“You should’ve gone with her!”

“And leave you alone to die?! I don’t think so!”

“Damnit all, Rukia!” Ichigo exclaimed. “You almost died today for trying to help me!”

“But I didn’t! I’m fine, and you’re fine, and we accomplished our mission! You should be happy!”

“But I’m not! You’re sick! And you’ve been hiding something from me!” He finally addressed the elephant in the room. “How can I trust you’ll be alright if you don’t trust me enough to tell me what’s going on? I thought we were partners.” And he meant that in more ways than one.

Rukia didn’t say anything. She looked to the ground, her hands grasping hard the sheets of the bed. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Ichigo.”

“The truth.” He answered simply, much calmer after yelling.

She sighed and buried her head in her hands. “If I tell you, it’d be the end.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He exclaimed, clearly baffled by her words.

She looked up, eyes scared. “I’m pregnant.” She whispered softly.

Ichigo’s eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. “You’re… you’re what now?” He said.

“Pregnant.” Rukia answered once more, fear lacing her voice.

“Holy shit.” He said, pacing around the room.

“Ichigo, I’m pregnant.” She said again, alarmed.

“You mean to tell me you went on a mission while pregnant? Fuck! You fought while pregnant!” He said, waking from side to side.

“Ichigo.” She called him.

That did it for him. He instantly went by her side and sat on the bed. “Oh, Rukia.” He said. He pulled her towards him, letting her bury her head on his chest.

“What do we do now?” She whispered, clutching him for dear life.

A million thoughts raced in his mind.

Jedi couldn’t have any attachments. They couldn’t own properties. They couldn’t have romantic relationships. They couldn’t get married. They couldn’t have children. They were sworn to a life of celibacy and attachment. To do the opposite was breaking the rules. But the two of them had willingly broken them to be together. They had thought that, if no one ever found out, they would be fine. But this changed everything. Even if Rukia got rid of it, someone would know. It wasn’t a procedure that could be easily covered up. If someone found out, they would surely lose it all. They would be pariahs. Who knew what they would do to her. And Ichigo was sure she’d do anything to say he wasn’t involved. She’d do anything to protect her.

He would do the same for her.

“You know, my dad went through something like this.” He muttered.

Rukia sat straight and faced him. “What do you mean? Isn’t your father just a doctor?”

He shook his head. “I thought so too. But two years ago he revealed everything to me.” He paused, looking for the right words. “He was a Jedi like us.” She gasped.

A couple of years ago, Ichigo had gotten a few days off. Naturally, he had gone back to his home planet to visit his family. Rukia, who almost always tagged along, had remained as she wanted to spend some time with her brother. Isshin, his father, had asked him about his relationship with his partner. Even if Ichigo had denied any relationship between them, his father knew better. He had warned him about the Jedi lifestyle before he began training. He hadn’t listened to him. But, this time, Isshin wanted to be heard. So, he told Ichigo everything he had to know.

“He changed his name. Apparently, his real last name is Shiba.” He said, and Rukia recognized the name instantly, for her own mentor had been the late Kaien Shiba. “He was about to become master, when he met my mother.”

Masaki Kurosaki, a common girl from a common planet, had stolen Isshin’s heart from the moment he had met her. They had spent time together during his brief stay in her planet, and even talked regularly after he had left. He had made a point to visit her regularly and, eventually, he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He had fallen in love with her. He thought he could wiggle his two lives together, and keep hidden the fact he was in a relationship. That didn’t last long.

“After four years, Urahara discovered him. He gave him two choices, either he stopped seeing my mother and, if he refused, he would tell on him with the council. Or…”

“Or?” Rukia asked.

“Or he could leave and never come back.”

Isshin had eloped without a second thought. He had left his weapons, his clothes, his everything. He rode a ship to Masaki’s planet and they got married soon after. He took her last name and together they lived peacefully with their three children. He worked as a medic and they made enough money. No one recognized him as a former Jedi. Urahara had made sure to say he had died in action. Even after Masaki passed away, Isshin never spoke of his previous life and did not want to return to it. He didn’t say anything either when Ichigo had been recruited as a child to become a Jedi or taken to Galactic City. He had kept quiet for decades. He had only decided to tell his son the truth when he saw history repeating itself in front of his own eyes.

“He left.” Rukia said.

“Yeah, he did. And he told me he doesn’t regret him. He said that if he could go back in time, he’d still make this choice.” Ichigo explained.

“You’re saying we elope?” She asked.

“I don’t see what other choice we have.” Ichigo said. If they were found out, Rukia’s life could be in danger. He didn’t want her to pay the price for their mistakes.

“But you can’t leave!” She exclaimed. “You want to become a Jedi Master!”

“So do you.” He said. “But I don’t see what else we can do without endangering you.”

“I could leave by myself.” Rukia said. “Leave and take a new identity. And I can raise the baby by myself.” She said, gently touching her belly.

“You want to keep it?” Ichigo asked, filled with emotion.

She smiled sweetly at him. “I can’t get rid of our baby.”

He choked back tears. “Shit.” He cursed. “I don’t want you to go through this by yourself.” He said.

“I don’t want you to leave your life behind.” She said. “I don’t want you to regret this.”

Ichigo hugged her tenderly. “Oh, Rukia, I could never regret being with you.” He said, kissing her head lovingly. “I choose you. Now and forever.”

“Then what do we do?” She asked.

“We leave, together. I have a few planets in mind where we could take on new identities. I’m sure my dad will help us out. And then, we’ll be saved, and so will our baby.”

Rukia smiled. “Alright. I trust you.”

“We leave tonight.”

They packed the bare essentials and sneaked out of the temple. They left their lightsabers behind as well as all of their guns. They took the first ship they could to Ichigo’s home planet without being spotted. There, a not at all surprised Isshin received them with open arms. They got married a week later. Next opportunity they got, they left for the most peaceful planet they could find and settled there. Rukia became a teacher and Ichigo decided to take after his father as a local medic. Their son was born a few months later, healthy and strong. Later on, he would ask them why they choice this life instead of continuing being Jedi. Both spouses would chuckle and smile.

“It wasn’t a tough decision at all.” They said. “We’ll always choose each other and we’ll always choose you.”

For that was the force of their love.

#ichiruki #ichirukimonth #ichiruki fanfiction #my fanfiction

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The Joker (Jared Leto) x Reader- “Trick or Threat?”

For Halloween, you and Jared like to borrow kids from your friends and go “Trick or Treat” with them. It’s been a tradition for a while but this year is a little bit different: your boyfriend decided to surprise you with something he knows you will love and he has no idea you have a little something for him also.

You rush down the stairs, eager to open the door: he probably forgot his keys again. Jared wasn’t home when you woke up and sent just a short text:

“Be back around 12pm,” with a heart emoji.

You open the door and freeze:

“Trick or threat?” the husky voice asks and you are stunned.

“Oh my God, Jared ! Why didn’t you tell me?! I would have been Harley!”

“Who the fuck is Jared, woman?!” he growls and you giggle. “Are you cheating on me?!” and J uses his cane to open the door wider and walks inside the house, groping you in the process.

You’ve been begging him to be The Joker for Halloween all year and he refused, saying it’s too exhausting.

“Baby, you really should have told me,” you approach and he looks around, snarling.

“Fancy house, you sure are sooo spoiled,” he ignores your complaint, stopping in the middle of the living room. Jared is wearing your favorite outfit from the movie: the black pants and white shirt from the club scene. You adore it because you think it makes his perfect butt stand out. You get on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck, frantically kissing him.

“Thank you,” you caress the green hair, smiling. “You know I have a kink for your Joker.”

“Watch the make-up, honey. They’ve been getting me ready since 6 this morning,” Jared suddenly emerges for a few moments.

“Oops, sorry,” you back out and he spanks you.

“I’m joking, Princess, Daddy likes it,” and he kisses you again while you can’t stop laughing. “Did you decide on a costume yet?”

“No, I keep on debating. Come on Jared, help me decide,” you jump off his arms, dragging him upstairs.

“Who the hell is this Jared?!” he gets pissed, in character again.

“Nobody you should be worried about, Mister J,” you play along, thrilled he did this for you: if this isn’t love, then you certainly don’t have a clue about it.

“Then why are you wearing this skimpy little nightgown, hm? Was he just here and you had fun with him? I’m gonna kill the bastard!” the tirade continues as you enter the master bedroom upstairs.

“Nooo, let’s not kill him,” you plead, pointing towards the three outfits on the bed. “We might need him later. Sit down and I will get dressed, then tell me what you think, ok?”

“Hurry up Doll, I don’t have all day!” the feistiness kicks in and it gives you a boost of energy.

“Of course, Mister J !” you grab the first item and run inside the walk- in closet to change. After you’re done, you step out and your sexy presence is greeted with a whistle of admiration and purring.

“So you like it…Daddy?” you wink, licking your lips.

“Don’t play with my emotions, you evil woman!” The Joker snarls, talking deep breaths.”I have a thing for nurses.”

“Oh, I know,” you zip down your top, tossing it in his lap.

“You’re wicked, “ he concludes, enjoying the striptease show.

“Oh, I know,” you repeat, now in just your bra and panties, grabbing the second outfit and try to get away but he snatches you and starts kissing every piece of skin he can get his lips on. “Bad Mister J,” you enjoy the pampering then manage to escape. “You told me to hurry up so be patient.”

“Patient?! What does that mean?!” J gets worked up, and you chuckle, getting dressed with the second outfit.

“Taaaa-daaaa,” you come out and he’s standing by the dresser.

“Wooow, Cat Woman! Look at those curves: I approve,” Jared grins and the silver teeth make you weak in the knees. There is something else standing out.

“Are those socks in there or are you just very happy to see me, baby?” you slowly come closer, staring at his crotch.

“They’re socks,” he adjusts his gold chains, grinning.

“Let me see,” you unbutton his pants, stick your hand in there and…pull out a pair of folded socks. You burst out laughing, amused.

“You’re so goofy,” the laughing continues as you pull out… a second pair of socks.

Jared tries not to laugh.

“That’s it, no more socks, the rest is natural,” he whispers in your ear. “Daddy saved it all for you, Pumpkin.”

“Are you taking advantage of the fact that I worship your Joker?” you jump in his arms, pecking his neck tattoo.

“Totally,” Jared shamelessly admits, heading towards the bed with the sweet burden of his existence.

“Are you sure your make-up and tattoos will be allright?” you double check because you are aware how long it takes to get him ready.

“I’m sure; they’re made to last for hours.”

“Don’t you want to see my 3rd outfit?”

“Nope, you can be Cat Woman,” he mumbles, placing you on the bed and has one more question while impatiently undressing you. “You still didn’t answer: trick or threat?” Jared purrs when you take off his shirt.

“Threat !” you moan when his hands go down your waist, cupping the side of your thighs.

“Mmmm, good girl,” that devilish smirk and the blue eyes make you lose it. “Let’s see…I’m gonna steal you from that Jared guy and have my way with his woman all over this house.”

“Sounds more like a treat,” you sigh and squeal when he bites your lip.

“Depends how you look at it Doll,” he grumbles and you dig your nails in his back. “So who do you want: Jared or The Joker, huh?” J licks your swollen lip, finding your fascination with his character irresistible.

“Both, “ you are fast to reply. “Can you take turns?” and you seem so excited and desperate there is no other choice.

“You’re such a perv, woman!” he snickers. “Exactly my type.”

The sentence makes you eagerly scratch his soft skin and the request is quick to follow:

“The Joker first, please.”

“No problem, Kitten,” and he cracks his neck, prompting a very enthusiastic scream from your part.

*******************

You already went to a couple of houses with Jake and Sarah into a new neighborhood. They are siblings: the little boy is 4 and the girl is 5, aka Spiderman and Cinderella. You ”borrowed” them from your friends for a couple of hours for some Halloween fun like you always do.

“Trick or treat?” the children inquire when the door they knocked at opens up.

“Treat!” and they are offered a bunch of candy they stash in their bags.

“Duuudddee!!” the guy exclaims when he sees Jared. “You look like The Joker; perfect cosplay, you really look like him!”

“Thank you,” he puckers his lips, amused.

“Hold on, my wife loves The Suicide Squad Joker. Honnneey!... Emma !! Hey! You gotta see this!”

“What is it?” you hear the woman’s voice and she is mesmerized as soon as she sees him.

“Jesus, you look like Mister J ! Can we take a picture?” she keeps on fangirling.

“Of course,” he agrees, the comment pleasing him.

“I thought Jared did an amazing job as The Joker! I am so obsessed with him. Sorry babe,” she addresses the husband when he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, he wasn’t too bad,” Jared flashes his smile for the picture and now she wants another one with both of you.

“Not too bad?! He was phenomenal!!!” she keeps on praising and it makes you happy.

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More walking around, more candy.

“Hey, Joker !!” a bunch of young guys dressed as Hobbits shout in your direction.“Where’s Harley, man?!”

“On vacation!” Jared yells back and it prompts laughter. “I have a bad Kitty with me instead!”

“Hot Kitty !!!” one of them yells and the others start howling.

You hold on to Jared’s hand, chuckling while he admonishes:

“Watch it !!! This is my Kitty, find your own!”

More laughter while they distance themselves from your small group. The kids are already ringing the doorbell from another house.

“Oh, “ the lady gasps in surprise when she notices you two waiting for the cute heroes to return by your side. “ You sure have great costumes! I have to admit that Leto butchered The Joker though,” she nods her head in denial, dropping sweets in the bags.

“Such a lack of talent,” Jared sarcastically admits. You want to say something but he squeezes your waist, signaling you not to.

“Indeed! I can’t believe how bad he was,” she goes on and you are getting irritated.

“The worst ever!” J agrees and you frown more.

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“Why are you silent?” Jared intertwines his fingers with yours, awaiting on a reply.

“That lady annoyed me,” you sulk and he kisses your hand.

“I don’t care, I’m used to it. You like my Joker and that’s good enough,” Jared smiles but you know the negative comments hurt, especially after he worked so hard on the character. Contrary to what some people believe, he is human after all. “Speed up, those kids are far ahead.”

More walking, more chocolate, more candy…

“These stilettos are horrible,” the uncomfortable grimace on your face lets him know.“We’ve been walking around for two hours, I’m kind of done.”

“Just a couple more houses and then we can return our rental offsprings, ok?” J negotiates and you agree.

“Fine, but no more than that; I can barely walk.”

“Must be because you had too much fun having sex with two guys in the same time,” he snorts, teasing.

You lift your shoulders up, your cheeks burning under the mask:

“Can’t help it ! A girl has to have her fun.”

“Daddy will show you more fun after we get home, hm?” the hot breath on your neck gives you goosebumps.

“If you insist…” you pretend to be indifferent but the anticipation is making you impatient. “Can we hurry up?”

“Yeah, no problem,” he pinches your butt through the skin-tight latex suit while Jake and Sarah knock on another door.

“Get out of here: it’s my nemesis!” he turns his attention towards the young boy dressed as Batman coming out of the house to hand out candy with his dad. The 7 year old stares with his mouth open: he glances at Jared, then at The Joker action figure in his hand, then back to Jared, then back to his Joker action figure.

“Amazing cosplay, man!” his father laughs and Jared kneels by his son, entertained.

“Are you following me around, Mister Batsy?” he asks and Batman’s eyes get big. “We are actually friends, you know that, right?”

The boy can’t make a sound, just nods a yes, captivated.

“Here, a token of my friendship,” Jared takes one of his bracelets off, placing it around the kid’s wrist. “Shake hands?”

“U-hum,” the child agrees and your heart melts.

“Awwww,” you sigh, touched by the scene unfolding in front of your eyes.

“What do you say for the gift?” the dad has to intervene in order for his son to remember his manners.

“Thank you Mister Joker,” the shy voice speaks up and it makes you teary thinking about something you found out this morning you didn’t share with him yet.

***************

“Trick or treat?” you step in the bedroom, wearing something he finds super seductive: two strings, held together by some kind of loop, then your breasts hardly covered by a few more strings and one small bow miraculously still in place. All pink.

“Holy shit, honey! Definitely a treat!” Jared decides on the spot, already in bed, fidgeting with his boxers.

“I was hoping you’re gonna say that,” you crawl in bed, holding something behind your back. “Here’s your treat,” you casually show him the positive pregnancy test and he fights with himself in order to contain the overwhelming happiness.

“This…this is the best treat I ever got in my entire life!” Jared confesses, not being able to maintain character; he still has the make-up and tattoos: they won’t be removed until tomorrow morning when he will drop by the studio.

You nervously blink and start crying, already worried about everything.

“Why are you crying, hm?” he caresses your face and you sniffle when your forehead gets kissed. “This is truly the best news. We don’t have to borrow kids for Halloween anymore, right? I mean, we still can so we can have a crowd,” he takes the pregnancy test out of your fingers, studying the red positive marking for a few seconds.“But…who’s the father?”

“What?!” you rub your eyes, waiting to hear about an over the top assumption for sure.

“Is it me or The Joker? You sleep with both, how do we know?”

This is enough to alleviate the tension and your body relaxes, a big smile appearing on your lips: Jared was counting on it since he noticed how anxious you were.

“I’m not sure…” you answer, watching him hide the test under his pillow.

“Stop fooling around, woman,” The Joker takes over, helping you get on top of him.“You know I’m possessive and jealous!”

“Are you?”

“Extremely! Now give me my other treat!” he yanks your hands away so you can get really close to him. He notices the hesitation. “What now?”

“Can I…can I have my Jared?”

“Ughh, you’re killing me, Y/N,” Jared complains, his voice returning to normal.

“The Joker can wait for his turn, I still want him,” you pull on his bottom lip and he debates.

“For the record, this is harder than any movie script, do you understand?” your boyfriend really wants to emphasize his hardship.

“I think there’s something else that’s harder,” you taunt, grinding against him.

“I swear no socks are involved,” J laughs and you giggle, tracing his jaw line.

“Certainly not,” you kiss him and whisper in his ear: “Are you excited we’re going to be parents?”

Jared’s hands hold you so tight you can’t move.

“I’m so happy…” he whispers back and lifts your chin up so you can look at each other.“But are you asking me or The Joker?”

“Both,” you humor him.

“I’m happy and he feels cocky because he’s a stud and he got the confirmation he can impregnate everything that moves!” the speech makes you laugh like crazy as you slide off Jared, snuggling to his neck in the process.

“You’re such an idiot and I love you to death,” Jared hears as he pulls on all those strings you’ve been teasing him with since you showed up in the bedroom.

“Daddy will punish you for being so disrespectful!” The King of Gotham makes his presence known once more and you protest.

“I said I want my Jared !”

“Don’t care! I’m the one doing all the difficult work here: I have to act, I have to have sex, I have to satisfy my demanding woman, I have to pay attention to all the details, I have to…”

You cover his mouth.

“Fair enough, baby,” the lecture is abruptly interrupted by your candid acceptance and he grins, victorious, while switching off the light. You gasp, enticed: the green toxic hair glows in the dark.

“You like this new turn on my Joker?” he wants to know as he tears the flimsy strings apart one by one.

“This is soooo cool!” you run your fingers through it. “It’s very Halloween-ish,” and his rough kiss leaves you breathless.

“Shut up and let me enjoy my treat, woman!” J growls and your comeback delights him:

“I’ll do whatever you say, Mister Joker.”