#when he already wanted to be by their side so badly

[fonta-enjoyer]

ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

-ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ-

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.9ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ/ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ, ᴘᴀᴄɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴇʜ (ɪᴍᴏ), ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴɢᴏᴅʟʏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ᴅʀʏ ʜᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ, ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙꜱ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ʟɪꜰᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴋɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴀꜱꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴡ! ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛ!

(ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴜᴛᴄ) - (ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ, ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱᴇ)

diluc's room is quiet, save for the sounds of his pen scribbling on the parchment; he's been doing paperwork for what feels like centuries. normally, this wouldn't be an issue, you're content to sit there on his lap for however long, but tonight you're growing impatient because of what he had promised you.

"after i'm finished with this paperwork, you can have me, i promise you," he had said, withdrawing from your lips. "you'll just have to be a good girl and wait, i think you can do that for me, can't you?"

that was over an hour ago and you're needy, very needy for him. right now, you'd love for him to bend you over the desk and use you how he pleases, but alas, he's still filling out the forms.

apparently, the papers have something to do with wine imports to fontaine, but you aren't too sure on the specifics. it seems pretty important and that's why you haven't pestered him thus far.

a part of you feels a bit bad for wanting him so badly when he has other matters to tend to, but the other part of you, the part clouded by your desire and want, doesn't.

at the moment, both of those sides are at war.

you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, holding him close. "mm, luc? how's the paperwork going?"

diluc let out a content hum. "it's going well," he replied. "it shouldn't be too much longer, you think you can wait, my love?"

"how much longer?" you ask, trailing your fingers up his sides. "i want you bad, luc," you place a few kisses to his neck, enjoying the way that he sucks in a breath through his teeth. "you were so mean, teasing me like that earlier.."

diluc places his quill down into its holder and moves his hands to hold your hips, rubbing the skin there with his thumbs. "if you're so needy, darling, i don't have an issue with you entertaining yourself while i finish up," he says. "i'll fill out these last four papers and then i'm all yours for the night, okay?"

you smile and give him a peck on the cheek. "alright," you reply. "how should i keep myself entertained then, hm? i don't have a clue." you're messing with him, you know damn well what what your options are.

"you're a smart girl," he said, beginning to guide your hips so you were grinding down on his thigh.

you let out a gasp at the feeling of your clothed clit rubbing up against him and grasp onto his shirt, a quiet moan escaping your lips. it feels good, having him grind you down on his thigh. his thighs are firm under his slacks, so they're perfect for something like this. the pleasure is brief, however, because after a few moments, he removes his hands and picks up his quill again like nothing had happened.

"perhaps that's given you some inspiration?" is all he says, his lips turned up in a slight smirk.

you look up at him and nod eagerly. "y-yes, it has," you answer.

with that, he resumes filling out the paperwork, leaving you to your own devices.

you don't hesitate and start to roll your hips against his thigh, moving your head and laying it on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you get off.

you start off slow at first, letting out soft moans and mumbling out diluc's name. you can tell that its effecting him because he's writing less and less frequently; lets out a deep breath each time you moan out his name and you can hear his leather gloves crinkle and crunch from him holding his quill tighter.

"diluc," you breathe, already lost in your own pleasure. "feels so good." you grind down a bit harder, holding him close.

as time passes, the slow pace you had previously set isn't doing it for you anymore. you speed up, moving faster and harder against him. a groan leaves your throat while you desperately hump his leg.

to diluc this is one of, if not, the most beautiful sights he's ever seen. even more beautiful than the sun setting in mondstat or the waves crashing against the sand at the beach and oh, he wants you so badly. he wants nothing more than to bring you to your peak over and over and give you the pleasure that you deserve. you are his beloved, after all, and that meant you deserved the best that he could give to you.

you pant and whine, growing closer to your peak by the second. something about this scenario, riding him as he is trying to focus, made you all the more turned on. all of those thoughts of guilt for wanting him have disappeared, you want him, no need him to fuck you after you cum on his thigh.

"c-close, luc," you gasp out, so close to reaching your high.

diluc halts and merely turns his head down towards you, letting out a soft chuckle. "well go on, cum then," he encourages.

that's all that it takes, you cum all over his thigh, no doubt completely soaking your panties and his slacks in the process. he holds you while you ride out your orgasam and even after, keeping you close.

now that you're sitting directly on his lap, you can feel his cock straining against the confines of his slacks.

"this," you say, moving your hips against the bulge in his slacks. "i want this inside of me, luc."

after hearing that, diluc's resolve cracks. his strong arms come up to pick you up and hold you close to his body as he gets up from his chair, moving over to the bed. he lays you down gently and, as he stands to his full height, begins unbuckling his belt. he pulls down his slacks and boxers, kicking them to the side. upon taking off his boxers, his hard cock springs up and hits his abdomen with an absolutely sinful sound and you can't help but stare. finally, he takes out the hair tie that keeps his red hair pulled up, letting it fall down.

as always, his hair is as beautiful and soft as ever. he takes great care of it, making sure to wash it well and brush it thoroughly. you often find yourself running your fingers through it as you lay together at night.

he kneels down and grabs your legs, pulling you over to the edge of the bed. he leans close, placing a few sweet kisses to your inner thighs. he kisses up your thighs until he's met with your cunt which is still slick from your release moments ago.

you let out a gasp at the very sensation of his tongue brushing up against your clit. "s-sensitive," you say, letting out a breathy moan when he licks a stripe up your pussy. you move your hand down to grip his hair, looking down at him.

he stares up at you as he begins to eat you out, rubbing your thighs as he does so. he takes his time, running his tongue over your clit languidly as if he is savoring your taste like he would for the the fine wines he helps to create.

"mmm, you taste so good darling, so fucking good," he murmurs, using his hands to spread your legs a bit more.

you reply with a groan, resting your head down against the plush pillows. you're still so sensitive from your orgasam, its almost too much. it feels like everything has been turned up to eleven, your body twitches with each move of his tongue.

this already overwhelming pleasure is amplified when he inserts a finger into your wet heat, beginning to pump it in and out of you. he fucks you with his finger as he teases you with his tongue.

diluc is skilled with his tongue, his movements are precise and skillful. you're his wife, so he knows exactly what you like and he uses that to his advantage.

one of his favorite things to do is eat you out, he takes any opportunity to do so. he loves watching you squirm as he devours you, bringing you to multiple orgasams with only his tongue and fingers before he finally fucks you, pumping you full of his cum.

the addition of a second finger has you wailing out his name, your back arching off of the bed as you cum around his fingers. its so much more intense than the first, it has your toes curling and your voice cracking in a way that turns him on all the more.

he dutifully carries you through your second orgasam, carefully withdrawing his fingers once you had fully come back down from your peak.

he then places two kisses, one to each of your thighs. "good girl," he praises with a soft smile, running his hands up your sides and rubbing the skin there with his thumbs.

after catching your breath, you take his hands in yours, pulling your head up from the pillows to look down at him. "c-can i repay the favor?" you ask, your eyes drifting down to his cock.

oh, how could he resist such an offer?

he chuckles at your request and gets up onto the bed, sitting next to you. he leans down to place a kiss to your lips. "how could i say no to my beautiful wife?"

you let out a giggle and move over, taking his dick in your hand. you look up at him innocently and give it a couple of slow strokes from the base of it to the tip, enjoying the way he shudders under your touch.

not wasting any more time, you part your lips and take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly. you move your tongue to tease his slit, savoring his taste. your eyes shut as you concentrate on pleasuring him, moving your hands to place them down on his thighs.

the groan that diluc lets on spurs you on—you immediately flatten your tongue out on the underside of his shaft, taking more of him into your mouth. you take as much as you can, the tears pricking the corners of your eyes doing nothing to deter you.

you move your head up and down his length, setting a rhythm for yourself. you do your best, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can with each bob of your head.

the room fills with the sounds of your sloppy oral. the noises are so erotic, so dirty, and diluc loves every moment of it. the feeling of your lips around him is heavenly, intoxicating, even. his eyes are trained on you, completely entranced and captivated by your ministrations.

each moan or guttural groan you coax out of him is like music to your ears. you aren't getting any stimulation, but hearing him is satisfying enough for you.

he moves his hand down to card his fingers through your hair, being careful not to pull too roughly. you wouldn't care if he did yank on your hair, though. "s-so good for me, you take me so well, darling," he says breathlessly, staring down at you.

more praises fall from his lips as you gradually speed up your movements, your hands firmly placed on his thighs. you want nothing more than for him to fill up your mouth and you plan to swallow as much as you can.

you can tell he's getting close, his dick is throbbing inside of your mouth and his whole body is tense. his head has now lolled back, his mouth completely agape. his fair skin is flushed and his body is covered in a sheen of sweat.

suddenly, he shoves your head down, causing you to sputter and gag as you take him all the way to the base. you keep your lips closed around him as he cums, swallowing as much as you can.

when he's finished, he releases you, allowing you to pull off with a pop. you're both breathing heavily, but rather than letting you catch your breath, he yanks you right back into a heated kiss, guiding you up and holding you by your waist.

he lays you back on the bed, climbing over you. "do you want me?" he mumbles against your lips, pulling away from the kiss only slightly.

you nod, staring up at him. you move your hand to cup his cheek before letting out an absolutely downright desperate, "please.."

he smiles at this, then reaches over to the nightstand to grab a condom, but you grab his arm, stopping him.

"you don't have to use a condom tonight if you don't want to," you say. "i know the risks, but it's alright with me. we're both prepared for if something should come out of this, plus, the thought of starting a family with you makes me really happy, luc.."

he looks down at you, his eyes only carrying love, want and desire for you. "are you certain?" he asks. "i would love to start a family with you too, my love.."

truth be told, he had thought of starting a family with you on numerous occasions and it made him all warm and fuzzy on the inside to think about. he would have brought it up sooner, but he wasn't sure if you were ready for a family or not, so he waited until you brought it up first. if you never brought it up, that was also alright with him, he would never pressure you into something you didn't want.

you hold his face in your hands, pulling him down into a slow, gentle kiss. after a few moments, you pull away slightly, placing your foreheads together. "i'm positive, i want this, diluc." you state, looking directly into his eyes for further emphasis.

he smiles down at you fondly, rubbing his tip over your entrance, teasing it. "very well, i'll give you what you want, my beloved." he looks to you for one final look of confirmation, which you give, before he slowly eases his cock inside inch by inch.

you let out a moan at the stretch and rest your head back down against the plush pillows, your eyes never leaving his.

"that's it," he says approvingly, letting out a low groan of his own. "you're taking it so well, good girl.."

he pauses when he's balls deep inside of you, letting you adjust to his size. he rests his head down on your shoulder, embracing you while you both wait momentarily.

when he gets the go-ahead from you, he begins moving. he takes his time, rolling his hips leisurely while he whispers more praises into your ear. his praises only help to make you wetter and even more turned on.

you move your arms up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss as he continues to pump his cock in and out of you. he eagerly reciprocates and like his thrusts, the kiss isn't rushed, he explores your mouth at a slow pace, fucking your tongue with his own.

diluc has always been good kisser, that much was apparent from the first time he kissed you. he has this innate ability to turn you to mush with just a kiss, yet another quality about him that you love.

even though he starts out gentle, it doesn't take much longer for his thrusts to speed up. his hand soon moves down to tease your clit, rubbing circles over it while he fucks you.

you gasp out and moan at the extra stimulation, digging your nails down into the soft skin of his shoulders. he grunts, but doesn't mind in the slightest. if anything, it just adds to his pleasure.

he moves his head down to nuzzle his face into your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there with his teeth. "you feel so good," he says breathily against your neck, shutting his eyes. "such a good girl for me, so good.."

another wave of arousal hits you as he praises you, going straight to your core. you release a loud moan, your eyes flickering shut. its a lot, the extra stimulation on your clit, the feeling of him moving in and out of you, all of the praise—you can feel yourself getting closer to your high.

based off of his moans and his current state of being, you get the sense that he's getting close as well.

"i- want to cum with you, sweetheart," diluc says, his breathing coming out in hot pants. "let me know when you're close, we can finish together, a-alright?"

you can only moan in response. with each thrust, you feel yourself growing closer and closer to your release. you're just a babbling mess under him, unable to form words that aren't his name and its driving him wild.

it doesn't take much longer until he has you on the border of release.

"c-close-!" you manage to yell out right before your orgasam crashes over you hard.

just as you reach your peak, diluc does as well, cumming deep inside of you and filling you to the brim with his cum. he breathes heavily, moving his arms down to wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly as he releases his load.

after you come down from both of your peaks, you continue to lay there, holding each other as you bask in the afterglow. its nice, having him hold you in his strong arms like this and even after being with him for many years, it still makes your heart swell.

you'll have to get clean at some point, sure, but for now, all you want is to stay like this.

[desi2go]

Prince and Princess

pairings: Prince Bang Chan x princess reader

Warnings: forced marriage, royalty au, strangers to lovers, slight angst

summary: When your parents engaged you with the prince of a neighbouring country, you flee. On your way you meet a handsome man...

Being a princess wasn't easy. Sure it had it's peaks. The beautiful dresses, never having to worry about anything and so much more. That's what you thought growing up. What you didn't realised that you lived in a golden cage with gold, power and everything you could wish for.

You were used to all the attention from a young age. The people in you land always turned their eyes to you. As a child, they loved seeing you by the side of your parents, even if it was just in a carriage. You always had multiple duties and that from the beginning. However, as a child, they were less noticeable and while growing up, they became more and more visible. You used to think that the big castle was a symbol of your freedom since you loved to run through the huge corridors. But it changed to a big cage in your eyes. You were always under the strict eyes of your parents, not letting you do something that you liked even if only the staff would notice it. It was your personal cage and you were the lion, the biggest attraction, running from one site to another without escaping it.

From the beginning you were born, it was clear that you would marry someone with importance and wealth to bring honour to your family. Therefore, love wasn't relevant. Especially, since your older brother was next in line to become king. You had hoped that your parents would give you more time, time in their cage without a husband that wouldn't love you. A marriage would just draw more attention towards you and a new cage would imprison you.

It was this morning where they introduced you to the news that they have found the perfect husband for you. He was from the neighbouring country and was three years older than you. He was the prince and because of that extremely wealthy. All your parents ever wanted. His name is Prince Christopher and they told you that yesterday, he asked for your hand and in exchange he would give them money.

You had hoped that a marriage would be far away in the future but hearing that someone wanted you as a wife made you anxious. Fortunately he wasn't an old man and just three years older than you. But still, you had never met him. He could be cruel and treat you badly.

But you wouldn't let it take that far. You decided to take your destiny in your own hand. At night, you grabbed a bag with food you had stolen earlier and a brown cape from your brother. Dressed in a plain brown dress, the simplest of your dresses, you climbed out of your window. You knew exactly when the soldiers would change the shifts and took the opportunity to climb up the wall, shielding the castle from the outside.

With quick steps, you ran through the night. You needed to get as far away as possible. The maids would find your bed cold in the morning and it wouldn't be long when the soldiers were commanded to search for you. You just paused for some minutes from time to time. You would sleep a bit when the sun was rising.

Around the afternoon, you finally let yourself rest for longer. You just entered another forest and you realised that sooner or later your food will run out. You really needed to go to the next market on the next day.

Walking through the forest, you tried to avoid any streets as best as you could. By all costs, you didn't want to get recognised from anyone. It was the next morning and it was already hot. The sun shone through the leaves of the trees and you hummed to yourself. You loved the nature, it made you feel free. Something you barely felt in the castle. Of course, sleeping on the ground was no comparison to the huge bed that you owned but you were willing to trade it against a life with freedom.

Branches cracked and at first you thought that it was just a dear but just seconds later, a horse came crashing through the woods. A man sat in the saddle, wearing simple armour and a black cape. His dark hair was lightened by the sun. His horse stopped in front of you. Judging by his plain armour he wasn't a soldier, especially not from the palace.

"Good morning, miss" he said, jumping off the horse to kiss your hand like a gentleman. However, he doesn't seem to recognise you.

"Good morning as well" you answered. His curious gaze observing you and eying you from head to toe.

"What do they call you?" He asked with a friendly smile, while patting the shoulder of the horse.

"Nevermind what they call me"

"You shouldn't be this deep in the forest alone" he stated.

You chuckled. "I'm not alone, I'm with you. Mister... What do they call you?" He was sweet when he returned your smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.

"You don't know who I am? That is... They call me Chan" he answered.

"Well, then nice to meet you, Chan" you said with a smile.

"So, do I get the pleasure to know your name?"

"I'm Y/n" You liked how he looked at you. All your life you were used to the same ways how people look at you. They are envious or angered for not living in wealth like you. But Chan was the first person to look at you like you weren't a princess. Like you were a living human being and not just a figure your parents could push around.

"Y/n, a beautiful name to a beautiful lady" he practised your name, his cheeks and ears turning red as he flirted with you. And you found it absolutely adorable.

"What are you doing in the forest?" He added.

"I'm just wandering around. What about you? You don't seem like a normal villager." You tried to distract yourself from the blush that crept up your face.

"I'm hunting." he exclaimed and held his bow higher. Right, that made sense, he is a hunter.

"Then, you might know where the next village is?" you asked, fiddling with your cape.

"Of course" he grabbed the rein of the horse and signaled you to follow him. It was nice that he showed you the way. He filled the silence with a comfortable conversation, earning from time to time a laugh from you.

♕✯♛

An hour and a half later, you reached the next village. It was small but extremely beautiful. Luckily, there was a market where you could purchase some food. By that time, you had already figured that you had crossed the border to the neighbouring country. They all eyed Chan respectfully with a smile.

However, the hunter still accompanied you, leading you to the best stand in the whole market, like he said. After buying something, you sat with him on a wooden bench, munching happily the food. Calm, you observed the crowd of people, pushing themselves to the dedicated stand.

Then, you noticed to figures, they were soldiers with the emblem of your royal family. They definitely searched for you. In panic, you jumped up, gabbing your stuff.

"What are you-" Chan couldn't even finish his sentence when you pulled him behind one of the stands. He came crashing down on the ground next to you, looking at you like you were crazy.

You observed the crowd once more and the two soldiers were still there.

"Are these soldiers searching for you?" Chan asked as he followed your glance. When you didn't answer he continued. "They are from the other country! Wow, what did you do to the royal family that they are searching that drastically for you?"

"Did you murder someone? That's why you were so deep in the forest!" He exclaimed. Before he could say more, you silenced him with pushing your hand on his mouth.

"Stay quiet!" you whispered. His lips were warm and even though you tried to prevent it, you blushed slightly. You felt his warm gaze on you. But you looked over the stand once more, unfortunately to the wrong time. One of the soldiers saw your face and pointed to you to show his mate.

"Shit." You mumbled, throwing the hood of your cape over your head, and running into a smaller street.

"Y/n! Where are you going?" Chan yelled behind you. It didn't matter where you ran to, just away from the soldiers. You followed the street, turned left into another one. Unfortunately, it was a dead end. That was it, there was nowhere you could go.

"What is wrong, y/n? Why are you running from them?" Chan's concerned face was pushed into your field of vision. You were still gasping for air due to the running. But you heard the steps loud and clear. You couldn't fight your destiny.

And then, they stood before you. It was like you faced your past, the silver armour sparkling in the sun.

"There you are, princess! Your parents have been worried sick." They walked towards you.

"Princess?" You heard Chan whisper. It was clear that he was hurt. Of course. He didn't know who you were. You didn't turn around because you didn't want to see his face fall. "I'm sorry, Chan" you mumbled and followed the soldiers.

♕✯♛

"What were you thinking young lady! Someone could have recognised you!" Your mother scolded. You stood in the throne room, your parents sitting ahead of you on their throne, staring down at you.

"What would your fiancée say? The honour of our family rises or falls with your actions. And you will marry him, there is no other way" your father added. Of course, they were just worried about the honour, not about you. Well, maybe they were but the throne and their reputation was way more important.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, just wanting to get this over fast so that you could enjoy the last day here in your room alone. Tomorrow, you'll be on your way to your future husband, to his castle.

"You should be. Go, and pack your last things together" your father demanded. You nodded and left the throne room, walking through the numerous halls to reach your room. It was almost empty, the maids already packed most of the things, just the bed and a book that a friendly maid sneaked in.

Your parents hated it when you read. In their eyes, women shouldn't read literature because it made them too powerful. In the royal families, women are just important to bear children and to make sure the bloodline will continue.

In your eyes it was bullshit. When your husband dies and the children aren't old enough to reign, the wife will lead until the oldest takes over.

The next day, you just sat in the carriage, looking out in the wilderness. You would give anything to be out there again. Your parents sat in front of you, chattering about the upcoming wedding, your wedding. It will be the biggest event of the year.

Luckily, after your wedding, they will return to their palace and leave you alone. Then, you just had your husband that will disturb your peace.

It was like a journey into the unknown. You knew nobody there and even your husband was a stranger. In Addition, you didn't know anything about the life in a marriage. Your parents just told you that you need to consummate the marriage whatever that meant. But you'll know soon.

Exactly three day later, you arrived at the palace. It was huge, even bigger than your own. You were content to finally get out of the carriage. Your parents were annoying and a carriage hadn't much place to avoid them.

They were the first to leave it and were already greeting the royal family. With one last deep breath, you stepped out gracefully, all the eyes on you. The beautiful red dress fell around your legs, fluttering in the soft wind. You bowed respectfully to king and queen before turning to your future husband. When you locked eyes, your breath hitched. The stranger wasn't so unknown. It was Chan.

You froze, still don't believing who stood in front of you. Your mother coughed lightly, pulling your out of your rigidity. Quickly, you bowed to him. He took your hand and placed a tender kiss on it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, princess y/n" he greeted, his voice still the same, yet he looked completely different. That was who he really was. Not a hunter, he was prince Christopher.

"The joy is all mine, prince Christopher" you emphasized his name. In his eyes sparkled something else, maybe regret?

The next two hours were spend setting up your room. You're not going to lie, it was beautiful, twice as big as yours in your own palace with a huge balcony.

A knock interrupted you. Slowly, you opened the door, already knowing who is behind it.

"Hello prince" you greeted him while doing a curtsies.

"May you want to join me on a stroll through the garden?" He asked, his eyes wandering through the room.

"Of course." You followed him through the palace out to the massive garden, a chaperone always behind you. The way there was plagued with silence, uncomfortable for both of you.

With your hand, you brushed over the gorgeous flowers, distracting you.

"I'm sorry for not telling you" He whispered. Bluntly, you answered. "Why? I was a stranger. I had no right to know"

"Listen, y/n" he grabbed your hand so that you couldn't turn away from him. "You had every right to know. I - Sometimes, I like to keep my identity hidden. It gives me some sort of comfort"

"I understand. I don't like the attention either." You replied, quietly enjoying the warm skin on your cold hand. "You're cold. May we go inside?"

You just nodded, letting him guide you back in.

♕✯♛

The following day, your wedding day, you woke up early. Well, your mother with the maids teared you from sleep. She wanted that you looked stunning and perfect for the biggest event of the year. With great precision, they arranged your hair in an extravagant updo, putting every single strand of hair the way they were pleased.

Hours were spend on dressing you in the big fluffy dress made from the finest silk with the most expensive gemstones. It was beautiful but constrictive. You are glad when this is finally over. The shoes were uncomfortable and the makeup felt heavy on your skin.

You were brought downstairs, waiting for the right moment to walk down the aisle. The throne room was filled with important people from different countries, mostly royalties or noblemen. You heard the chattering while the small orchestra played. A bouquet of flowers was placed in your hand and the doors opened. Every person watched you walking down the aisle, you felt their gaze on you but you concentrated on Chan. He looked absolutely handsome in his pompous suit, his hair perfectly styled.

You grew more and more nervous the smaller the distance between you and your new life got. You stood next to him when the priest spoke about marriage, you didn't listen to him, completely zoned out. "Prince Christopher Bang, will you love, respect and protect Princess Y/n? Will you also swear eternal fidelity to her, then answer with yes, I do."

He looked you deep in the eyes, took the ring and gently put it on your finger.

"Princess Y/n, will you love, respect and protect Princess Y/n? Will you also swear eternal fidelity to her, then answer with yes, I do." You took a deep breath before you replied with a Yes, I do.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife" Tenderly, he grabbed your hands before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. It was short and sweet, his velvety lips felt good on yours.

The people cheered and you blushed, remembering where you were. Hand in hand, you walked into the huge ballroom where you would celebrate, the guest following you. The room was filled with laughter. Your husband roamed through the crowd, speaking with the guests. You stood by the food, occasionally stealing small bites. You always hated events like these. Especially the men would follow you like dogs, asking for your attention due to your high standing. Luckily, you were now married so that most of them feared to come up to you.

It didn't take long before the first couples started dancing to the orchestra. You knew that you needed to dance at least once to keep your mother content. And Chan already came towards you, asking for a dance. You took his hand, letting him lead you to the middle. You knew the steps, it was something your mother had reached you from a young age, still, you were nervous. His hand felt hot on your waist, even through the fabric of the dress.

Steady, he lead you to the rhythm of the music. The whole time, you stared on his chest, not trying to keep eye contact.

"Everything alright?" He whispered into your ear. "I guess so" you answered. "You hate attention and crowds, right?"

"Yeah, is it that obvious?" He chuckled. "Only a bit."

"You don't seem to care the attention"

"Well, I'm the crown prince. I grew used to it and once I'm king it will be even more" That's right. He was the crown prince, meaning that you will be queen one day.

After your dance with your husband, your father took the chance to dance with you. Then, many men followed his example. Due to the horrible shoes, your feet hurt. You already wanted to flee from the dance floor when Chan's father asked. He was a great dancer like his son.

"I'm content that you will be on my son's side from now on" he starts a conversation, letting you twirl. "I'm honoured, great king. But why, when I'm allowed to ask."

"Chan most likely overworks himself. He doesn't need just a wife to reinsure that the bloodline will continue. He needs someone who takes care of him" you were shocked that he answered you so truthfully. "I'll do my best"

"I know that. That's why I chose you. And I'm content to consider you a part of the family"

When the event came slowly to an end, your mother pushed you in your room.

"Alright. It is time to consummate the marriage. Bring honour to the family" she said. The maids freed you from the dress and shoes. You sighed, now your a little bit more comfortable.

"What do you mean with consummating, mother?"

"Just let him do. He'll know. But it's important to consummate. Otherwise the marriage isn't fully complete." They opened the updo of your hair, letting it fall to your shoulder before brushing it through. Then, they put it up again and dressed you in another dress, a light blue one that fell to the floor in gentle waves from the waist down.

Your mother lead you out of your room down the hallway, stopping in front of a door. "Remember, do not bring shame on us" she whispered before she left. With a shaky breath, you knocked on the huge wooden door. Shuffling could be heard from the other side and a muffled "Come in".

Slowly, you entered the room. It seems to be Chan's bedroom. And it was huge. The room was lightened with the fireplace, turning everything into a yellowish colour. Chan sat on an armchair, flipping through a book. The pompous suit was replaced with a white chemise and comfortable linen trousers. He looked up when you stood beside him, fiddling with your fingers.

"I'm here to consummate our marriage" you mumbled, observing the fluffy carpet. He sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"I know"

He guided you to the bed, jumping on it and letting you sit next to him. It was awkward and uncomfortable. He grabbed something from the side table, something you couldn't make out due to the low light. Just when he flipped the thing, you noticed what it was. A dagger, a small but sharp dagger. Terrified, you pushed yourself to the edge.

"What are you doing?" You shrieked. He chuckled before pushing his chemise higher to show his free underarm. "You don't have the slightest clue what consummating means, right?" Chan placed the dagger on his arm, applied pressure and cut through his skin. He moaned in pain and held the cut over the white mattress. The red blood dropped from his arm on the mattress, a strong contrast to the white.

"What are you doing?" You asked again. You couldn't turn your eyes away from his red underarm. He threw the dagger on the side table, picking up a bandage.

"I faked our consummation. What else do you think it is?"

"I don't know. Why did you fake it?" Carefully, he bandaged himself.

"Because we are not ready yet. It should be fun and done out of freedom and will, not because of the stupid consummation. You don't even know what I'm talking about." He sighed, switching off the oil lamp, turning the room nearly completely dark.

"Lay down, y/n. I'm not gonna force you to do anything that you don't want. Having sex is something where both parties should have fun, not just the man" Obedient, you layed down next to him.

"What is sex? Is this what consummating is about?"

"Yes, it is. I'll insert myself into you. That way you'll be able to get pregnant" Even though it was dark, you could still clearly see how red his ears were. It was cute.

"Thank you" you mumbled, letting you slowly relax and enjoy the warmth that Chan radiates. Carefully, he draped the blanket over your figure.

"Good night, y/n"

"Good night, Christopher"

♕✯♛

The next morning you woke up when the wooden door banged open with a thud. You shot up, looking with big eyes into your mother's. Just then you noticed that Chan wasn't sleeping next to you. He must have got up early.

Your mother shoved the warming blanket to the side, showing you a pleasant smile when she saw the red stain upon the mattress. "I'm proud of you" she said and brushed over your demolished hair. Quickly leaving the room.

You sighed and let yourself fall against the mattress again. The ring on your finger shone in the morning sun, it was beautiful. You couldn't believe you were married, that you had a husband. And as it seems a really thoughtful one. Hopefully it stays like that because then, you didn't mind to spend your lifetime with him.

[allfearstofallto]

What kind of yandere is Ayato?👀

What a fun character!

Ayato is precise. He plans things almost two full steps in advance, such is expected from the head of the Kamisato clan and the yashiro commission. While his sector doesn't have the most power, he himself with his charming words and extreme intelligence is a strong ally. Or a horrifying enemy.

The way Kamisato Ayato loves us subtle, so subtle in fact that you don't even know he's in love with you for a very long time. Your arranged marriage to him is just as you thought it was, arranged and nothing more. Although, you should've known something was amiss when your family suddenly started developing small amounts of power in Inazuma, with your father winning a politician role in your city and your mother's wares becoming esteemed. With how much your family name had grown, it was no surprise that a marriage proposal would come from Ayato himself.

Of course you'd accept. How naive of you, to think nothing of it. And your wed soon after, a little too soon. Practically a month after saying yes to him, you're already moved into the estate.

You don't notice anything amiss when you first step foot into his home, other than his maids having such an awful staring problem. But he himself is such a charmer, kissing your hand upon meeting you and showering you with sweet, heartfelt compliments. But even he has a dark side, small things you'd never notice. For someone from Inazuma, he's just so touchy. So affectionate towards a woman he barely knows, so needy for your time.

You thought it was cute at first, when he insisted upon you sitting in his office with him as he worked, until you eventually expressed your boredom and longing to do anything else. You would've thought you'd asked the man for a divorce, the way his gorgeous face nearly contorted into a snarl.

Expected Kamisato Ayato to be the clingy type. Although his trait is subtle, it's there. He wants you glued to his hip. To rely on him at any time. He wants you to want him, just as badly as he wants you.

[livingformintyoongi]

When The Lights Go Out | Min Yoongi

a/n: I wanted so badly to write something horror and this idea popped into my head and I needed to post it :( my initial idea had been to make it an interactive story, but I'm still not sure whether to do that or not.

summary: Your boss -with whom you had been working for more than seven years- had given you the job of going to check out one of his most recent projects, a large house on the outskirts of a rather quiet town that was quite far from the city.

It wasn't until you spent the first week staying at the house that you realized something important. From dead animals, to the shadow of a badly wounded young woman screaming at your window in the early morning hours, every single thing that happened during your stay there was screaming at you to leave, warning you about what your future would be.

It had taken you a long time to realize that, much to your disgrace, you had no escape. You were trapped in that place, and it was no longer just your job that was at stake, after all, how could you work when you were dead?

warnings: the respective warnings of each chapter will be added as appropriate. They may touch on sensitive topics, so please read them carefully.

wc: ???

taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss

You checked the clock on your phone screen for the third time. It was barely six o'clock in the evening and the sky was already beginning to darken. You weren't sure if it was because of the time or simply because of the lack of streetlights in the neighborhood, if that's what you could call it. The last house you had seen you had passed about ten minutes ago by car.

You let a sigh escape your lips, feeling a little calmer as you watched a large house grow larger and larger. It had taken you almost eight hours to get from your apartment to here, your feet felt cramped and your eyes felt heavy.

Soon after you left your car parked near the entrance. You got out of the car, making sure to lock the doors. You couldn't help but grimace at how terribly disastrous the state of the house was, not even a rat could live in such a neglected place. Or maybe it could, you weren't too sure about the lifestyle of rats.

You took a quick look around. On your right hand side was a lush forest that, to the naked eye, seemed to extend much further than you could imagine. You made a mental note just then, dead before you entered that forest, your sense of direction was too poor to be able to get out of there. On the other side, a little further from the manor house was another kind of hut; this one was a little smaller than the one in front of you, but it still seemed to have enough space to house a family of at least four people. Due to the darkness you could not distinguish much more clearly the state of that hut, but what you were absolutely sure of was that there were people living in it. You could see the lights coming from one of the second floor windows.

Before entering the house, you caught a glimpse out of the corner of your eye of a man coming out of the cabin. You weren't a hundred percent sure, but you could have sworn he turned to look at you once outside.

You had spent the last forty-seven minutes tidying up some of your things and doing a complete check of the house. To your great surprise, the lights were still working, something that eased the burden of the work you would have had to do if the power lines were out. First you checked the master bedroom, the one you would be staying in for the next days. The bed seemed to be in pretty good condition, even the sheets seemed to have been in a state that was too spotless. You thought maybe it was because the former owners were still in charge of keeping the rooms in a livable state.

The second place you checked was the kitchen. Everything seemed to be in its place, there were even services in the drawers and some pots and pans in the cupboards below. The refrigerator contained no food, in fact, it was almost like new. You made sure to check the functionality of the furniture and some of the appliances that were still here. Luckily for you, they were still in perfect working order.

You walked around the first floor a few times, listening for the sound of wood creaking against your footsteps. It was only until you reached the end of the hallway that you noticed the house had a basement. You hated basements more than anything. But you weren't here to be whimsical, you were here for work. That said, you walked over to the door and grabbed the handle. You were ready to turn it but, just as your wrist began to twitch, knocking on the front door made you stop in your tracks. Who could it be?

With a frown you walked straight to the door, feeling a slight pressure in your chest and a sense of dizziness that prevented you from breathing normally. Why were you so frightened by the simple knock on a door? Well, admittedly, you were in the middle of nowhere, the nearest civilization was a ten minute drive away and you were staying in a house that's next to a forest that's not exactly what you'd call something appealing to the eye. Yeah, come to think of it, you had a lot of reasons to feel unsafe in this place.

The door had no peephole, so you could only open the door to see who was on the other side. You hesitated for a few seconds, but ended up opening it. On the other side of the door stood a woman and a man; the woman seemed to be around your age, she was much shorter than you, she was wearing a lilac-colored vest and had a huge cake in her hands. Next to her was the man, he didn't seem to be much older than you, but he had an expression bitter enough to add a few extra years to it. He was wearing a black colored jacket, kept both hands in the pockets of it and, quite unlike his companion, there was no glimpse of a smile on his face.

"Hi!" greeted the girl cheerfully, giving you a too big smile. For a second you wondered if her cheeks hurt from doing so, "I'm Chaewoon, Yoongi" she pointed at the guy next to her, not taking her eyes off you, "told me you had arrived a while ago and I couldn't help but think that you'd probably feel a little dazed by all the change, I mean, you can tell you're coming from the city" she pointed at your car, letting out a soft laugh before continuing, "I thought maybe it would make you feel a little more comfortable if you knew your only neighbors. It's necessary to have communication between us, you know, the nearest town is a bit far, it would be much better if we were here to help each other!".

"Chaewoon, you're making her dazed by talking so much" muttered the man who, from what you remembered, was called Yoongi. Chaewoon frowned at him and stomped his foot in annoyance, "Hey! What's wrong with you?".

"Shut your mouth, there are people trying to be nice around here" she snorted, turning her full attention back to you. "So… what do you think?" she smiled kindly, spreading the cake in front of your face.

You grimaced, glancing inside the house, only to turn your attention back to the two people standing in your doorway. It was true that you didn't feel very comfortable being in this house all alone, but the idea of having two strangers inside didn't quite suit you either.

"Well?" the girl insisted after a few seconds, cocking her head slightly.

You bit the inside of your lip, unsure of what to say to her. She looked so excited with the cake in her hands. You looked up, still looking just as unsure as you did. "I..."

Masterlist.

[breedtheseed]

Me posting the Hybrid AU was all to lead up to this moment

Hybrid bunny Lucifer x lion Adam

(Just imagine humans/angels/demons with Animal ears, tails and some characteristics. Different species can reproduce they have a 50/50 chance of being a lion or a bunny.)

Ok so basically Adam goes into heat while Lilith is out doing her own thing.

Adam gasped as he fingered himself, he whimpered against his and lilys nest. They had agreed that Adam would be the one carrying their cubs, but Adam was starting to think Lilith didn’t want him. Every time his heat would roll around she would magically be gone, busy or just not in the mood.

Adam whimpered against the nest, his insides craved to be filled. He was soaking wet and nothing was helping, his tail moved to the side as he arched his back making his pussy more accessible. Though no one was going to come and help him. He was all alone as his body ached for a mate.

Adams brain was so fuzzy he spread his legs wider as he quickened his fingers pace, it helped relieve him when something was inside. He moaned and gasped when his brain began to think of any potential mates stopping on a particular blonde bunny who visited the garden quite often. Adams body shivered as the thought of Lucifer mounting him filled his brain, bunnys were in heat/rut year around. Adam shivered if him and Lucifer were mates he’d never be lonely, Adam whined. His fingers were starting to not be enough.

“Luci~” Adam whimpered as shifted positions choosing to lay on his back as he stroked and fingered himself, it still wasn’t enough. Adam wished someone would come and fuck him already before he lost his mind.

“Adam?” A soft voice called from the entrance of their den, Adam let out a whimper. Words were difficult when he was pleasuring himself.

Slowly Lucifer inched into the den, he had run into Lilith before heading to Adam. She seemed very happy to send him off, “Adam has been waiting for you,” she had said while pushing him in the direction of their den. Lucifer had been confused seeing as the woman and her husband were supposed to be mating at this time of year. His opinion on the matter changed when he smelt Adams heat.

His mouth watered and his stomach started doing flips, a heat overwhelmed his body as he slowly walked towards the lions den. He had tucked his wings to keep himself from over heating while his tail wagged uncontrollably.

Slowly he walked into the den and heard soft moans and whines, each sounded like the music he’d only heard in heaven. Lucifer could feel his heart begin to race and his dick begin to strain. He gulped as he spoke quietly “Adam?” Lucifer didn’t hear a response for the first few seconds.

“Luci~” it was faint and Lucifer couldn’t help but be drawn to the soft call.

“Adam?” Lucifer said once more, feeling as he accidentally stepped onto the nest. Quickly the angel backed away, too scared of the Lion getting upset.

“Luci~ mate~” Adam whimpered as he presented to the angel, wanting so badly for Lucifer to get inside him, his mouth watered at the idea.

Lucifer bit his lip, his mind was racing. He couldn’t decide if he should mate with Adam or demand Lilith do it. Not only was he an Angel but a bunny mounting a lion, with was unnatural. However everything in Lucifer’s body and heart screamed for the first man, his mind playing images of what life could be like having Adam as his mate.

Lucifer let out a low moan as he looked down at Adam, finally seeing how the lion had been laying.

Adam was on his back, his legs were spread and his dick and pussy were on full display, “Lucifer~” the Lion called out. Lucifer snapped he couldn’t resist, the bunny had leaped onto Adam not even registering he still had cloths on. Instincts screamed at Lucifer to fuck Adam to kiss him, to devour him. Adam moaned beneath him as Lucifer’s hard-on rubbed against his aching pussy, “cubs, want cubs” Adam moaned.

Lucifer barely registered before his cloths were ripped to shreds by the Lion, feeling the cool air of their den against his heating skin made Lucifer shiver.

“Adam,” Lucifer whispered as he sunk down to nip and kiss at Adams neck, feeling when the head of his dick caught on Adams weeping cunt. “Please have my kits,” was the last thing Adam heard before his heat driven brain took control.

Adam whimpered as Lilith entered the den with food for him, Lucifer was still fucking into his tired pussy. Adam could feel the seed as it seemed from him, he was on his belly while Lucifer was kissing his back while his hands continued to run along Adams waist and hips.

“Lily,” Adam whimpered as he looked up to see the lioness, she gave him a soft smile as she placed the food infont of the tired lion.

“Eat up Adam, Lucifer’s going to take good care of you,” she hummed as she exited the den, Adam wondered were she was going before another thrust make him moan low against the nest. Another load was pumping into his pussy as his own tired dick barely even twitched against the bedding as lucifer collapsed on his back.

"please have a big litter," lucifer begged as he knocked out.

Adam wanted the same thing.

—

Lilith made babbling noises at one of the cubs while Adam breastfed the other, Adam had given birth to three beautiful cubs. Two had been born as lions while one was a bunny, Lilith and Adam loved them all. The third at the moment was sleeping against Adams thigh.

“I’m back,” Lucifer called out to the two from the entrance of the den, both lions welcomed him as he made his way into Adams nest. Lilith handed him his oldest who bounced happily in his hands.

“Your mate has been missing you,” Lilith teased as she gestured towards Adam who has a soft look on his face, he looked gorgeous.

Lucifer quickly moved closer to Adam as Lilith made herself comfortable with the other tired cub. “How are you feeling?” Lucifer asked as he planted a kiss on Adams scruffy cheek.

“Mmm tired, they eat so much,” Adam complained as he leaned into Lucifer “my breasts feel so full even after they eat,” the lion pouted his lip.

“Me and Lilith could help relive you,” Lucifer offered and chuckled at Adams blush, “you’re so pretty Adam.”

“Thank you Luci,” Adam said as he kissed Lucifer’s cheek, “thank you for giving them to me.” Adam purred softly against the bunny “I love you,” he whispered just loud enough for Lucifer.

“I love you too,” Lucifer answered with the same hush while he planted another kiss against Adams lips. “Thank you so much for giving me a family,” Lucifer said as he gently curled the baby close to his chest.

The End

(I got carried away lol, Lilith just wants to be the cool aunt that’s all lol. I hope yall enjoyed, and don’t mind my bad grammar I wrote this on a whim lol)

[katyawriteswhump]

Perfect form

For  @harringrovesummerbingo Title: Perfect form  Square and prompt: C3 Swimming race

and @astrangersummer week 8 prompt, Pool.

Rating: T  WC: 950. Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove. Major tags: pre-relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, pining. No upside down au. Period-typical attitudes.

Summary: Billy and Steve spend the summer together lifeguarding, and Steve is deeply confused by what’s going on between them. Is it a heated rivalry or something else entirely?

...

Steve ripped across the swimming pool like he’d got Jaws snapping at his butt. 

74th length… Flip-turn. 75th length… Flip-turn. 

He knew he was totally nailing Hargrove in their after-hours grudge match. He was so into it, so ready to win, that it was a shock when the truth hit:

He was swimming alone in the vast Olympic-size pool. 

What the hell?

He pulled up short before the next flip. He gripped the pool side and dragged himself up to see Hargrove sitting on a sunbed a few yards off, smoking a cigarette. Billy’s skin goddamn shimmered beneath the floodlights and the full moon.

He looked delicious. Lickable. Nope… Scratch that. Son-of-a-bitch looked smug as ever.

Steve threw an arm in the air, water droplets flying: “There’s no way you did a hundred lengths. I was so ahead it hurt! Numbers not your strong point, Hargrove?”

“I can count, man.” Billy heaved those shoulders in a casual shrug. “I quit. No way was I gonna catch you. Figured I might as well enjoy the view.”

Steve took a beat. He swiped his dripping hair from his eyes. “C’mon then, hit me—what was I doing wrong this time?”

“Nothing. You front-crawl like a pro. Straight as a bullet.” Billy took another leisurely drag, big blue eyes narrowing to sexy—no, sneaky—slits. “You got perfect form, man.”

Now Steve was simply confused. “Why are you being nice to me?”

Billy stubbed out his cigarette, got up slowly, wandered over. 

Damn, those legs… those thighs! Don’t stare… Don’t stare! Steve flinched away.

“I’m often nice to you, Harrington.”

Billy offered Steve a hand, which Steve glared at: “Yesterday I was your bitch,” he mumbled.

“You can be my bitch again if you want. Not lying about your crawl, but I could rip your backstroke apart till you cry.”

Steve was seething, not wanting to meet Billy’s eye. He was also, however, feeling totally exhausted and still gathering his breath. This lifeguarding gig, which had stuck him with Hargrove all summer, called for short sharp bursts of swimming rather than distance or even sprint. He’d not swam competitively in a while.

He couldn't remember ever wanting to win so badly either.

He slapped his hand into Billy’s, let Billy help haul him up from the pool. Steve was shaky and clumsy, bashing his knee on the ledge before levering himself unsteadily to his feet.

That was when everything went catastrophically wrong.

He was about to scowl into Billy’s stupidly pretty eyes, when darkness veered up, and his legs, already jello, buckled beneath him. Next thing he knew, he was slumped against Billy, who braced pretty much all his weight. Those arms clasped tight around him, while his face had smacked against Billy’s broad shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay,” said Billy. “I gotcha.”

Steve groaned, still light-headed, while Billy guided him over to a sun-lounger and sat him down. Then Billy sat down beside him. He kept an arm around Steve, and their bare legs brushed. Steve faintly admired Billy's thighs again, between worrying if he was gonna puke, and the brutal humiliation of it all.

He leaned forward, his face landing miserably in his palm.

“Oh God! I don’t know what… That’s never happened before, okay?” A slight lie. It had happened before, a couple of times, years ago in Middle School.

“I guess you don’t swim that hard to impress the ladies, huh?”

No, only you. Billy being nice to him and now this? Christ, he was so humiliated and so muddled. And getting a bit shivery. The night air was cool.

“You really think you know it all, don’t you?” muttered Steve.

“Yeah, well, maybe I do.”

Billy unwound his arm from Steve and got up. He was back quick enough, draping his own towel around Steve’s shoulders. Then leaving that arm there again, holding the towel in place. “I could give you some tips to stop that from happening. Diet and stuff. You’re always eating crap, Steve, the wrong sort of carbs. Not that ladies don’t like what they see, I’m sure, but… You know, you can build more muscle, better stamina, if you know what you’re doing.”

Steve gawked at him, incredulous. Billy was taking the piss, right? Oh yeah, that was it. Any minute now he was gonna laugh in Steve’s face, tell him he was a loser, a pussy. Steve’s stress levels mushroomed, because he simply couldn’t read Billy. And because his heart was pattering crazily, and up close, Billy was so goddamn gorgeous, it hurt.

“You know what, Hargrove? I’ll pass.” Steve jumped up, fighting through another wave of dizziness. “I’m going home to stuff my face with crap. Or whatever.”

“Please yourself.” Billy reclined back on his elbows, grinning directly at Steve’s tight speedos. “I was looking forward to round two. Tomorrow, huh?”

“What? A race to judge how far we can swim under water? No way! You’d just fake drown then spit in my face.”

“Some people have a kink for that.”

“You’re gross.”

Steve threw off Billy’s towel, grabbed his own, and turned to go. Billy’s voice was such a soft drawl, under the vast starry night, that Steve half-wondered if he imagined it: 

“You should let me coach you on your back-stroke. I’ll give you the work-out of your life. Never seen anybody need it so bad.”

Steve kept walking. He was still trembly and breathless, partially because he kept forgetting to breathe.

“Screw you, Hargrove.”

“Fine. If that’s the way you wanna play this.”

Yeah. I have to. Though I might just die, if I don’t get to kiss you soon…

Scraping together the last of his energy reserves, Steve ran away.

...

Thanks for reading <3 My fic on AO3 :)

[lady-bess]

I'm 9.6k into this fic and they've not even started having sex yet...I'm sorry, Joel, I'm really putting you through it. Don't be mad?

He isn't too happy I'm making him wait. Damnit. Okay, Joel, how about this? It's a pre-outbreak/no outbreak AU. Does that sweeten the deal? No infected to deal with?

Okay, yes, I'm still making you really work for this. But you're not gonna have to go through much shit after. And it'll be totally worth the post-nut clarity. Alright?

Awesome, thanks man!

400-word preview of 'The Castle' behind the cut! Coming soon!

"You giggled and motioned for Joel to come by your side and hold the turret in place while you measured the right sized piece of tape to use. He kept it steady once you were ready, watching as you delicately placed the tape around the base of the turret, your nimble fingers tucking it into every nook possible to keep it secured. 

It was such a mundane action, but yet he could not take his eyes from you as you worked. The way you gently attached these two pieces of cardboard together, with such care and precision, that it could almost be forgotten that it wasn’t even your own child you were doing this for. It was his. He’d never once doubted how much you cared for him, or for Sarah, but seeing it so evidently now was a wake up call. 

Through all the teasing and joking, you were exactly what Joel was looking for. Someone he trusted, a good friend, someone loyal. Someone who showed him so clearly that, in their own way, they loved him and his daughter. That they accepted he was a single father, and saw no qualms in such a fact. That, regardless of all that, they cared for him as if he was not carrying baggage from a failed marriage. 

You didn’t see it as baggage, in the same way that Joel never regretted the fact he had been married already. Had he not, he would not have been blessed with Sarah, and she was something he could never see his life without. You only saw him as Joel, your friend and neighbour, who just happened to have a daughter. A daughter who you cared for immensely, and in caring for her you had long hoped Joel would see that you inadvertently cared for him too - a great deal, as well. 

But alongside the loyalty, the friendship, and the mutual need to care and look after one another, was a desire. Something neither of you had ever considered delving into further than flirtatious jokes, or thinking of one another when you retired to separate bedrooms, in separate houses, and plunged your hands under the waistbands of your own underwear. Neither of you yet knew that you both would cry out each other’s names as you came undone in private, your minds swimming with thoughts of what you wanted so badly for one another." 

[marloree]

𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚏é 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎

Pairing: boyfriend! Soobin × Reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 0.78 k

You've been wanting to go to this new cute little café that just opened recently for a while now. Unfortunately, your and your boyfriend's tight schedules didn't let you run straight to the café on its opening day. But, on you way back home, you would observe it eagerly, wishing you could visit as soon as possible.

Luckily, the weekend didn't take so long to come and now you finally had some spare time to go to the lovely café you've been eyeing for the past week.

Despite it being Saturday, you woke up early, the excitement rushing through your veins made you unable to sleep for a second longer.

Well, you had some dignity to not wake up your boyfriend at 7 in the morning on one of his rare weekends, so you took your time getting ready.

Firstly, you finished all the work you had left and then began getting ready. While putting on the cutest outfit and making your hair, you felt the anticipation building inside you more and more.

Once you were done and checked the time, it was already almost 10 am. Quite the time to wake Soobin up, you thought.

You went into your shared bedroom, trying not to make too much noise to save the last precious moments of your boyfriend's sleep.

"Hey, Soob..", you whispered, lightly tapping his shoulder.

It didn't take him long to fully wake up. Looking at you, Soobin could see you beaming with joy and anticipation which made him smile, too. He knew how badly you wanted to go to the café and, to be fair, he wanted it almost just as badly. He missed your cute lovely dates: both being busy, you couldn't afford going out as much as you used to.

"I'm coming right away", Soobin nodded, letting out the last yawn before getting up and going to prepare as well.

You waited patiently for him to get ready as you looked out of the window, your gaze on the café on the other side of the street - the café you were going to. It was so prettily organised, you thought. Obviously you couldn't tell much about the inside since you haven't been in yet, but you could see just how lovely it looked from the sneaky glances you took from the outside.

Soobin, as promised, didn't take too long. Deciding to match up with your outfit, he also wore something cute: a fluffy jacket and baggy jeans.

"Ahh, I can't believe we're going there today, the week flew by so fast. You look almost as cute as the café itself, by the way", you let out a content giggle as you two headed straight to the café.

"You look even cuter, though", Soobin remarked, taking your hand in his as you made your way towards the café.

It took you less than 5 minutes to get inside. Honestly, the inside was ten times better than you could've ever imagined. Everything was so nicely organised: the tables, the chairs and the cute little sofas placed on the sides of the café, the paintings on the walls - everything together brought such a cozy vibe to the place.

Even without tasting the bakery yet, you were sure you'd come here often when you had the time. The atmosphere here was so relaxing and peaceful.

However, once you two settled down and took a look at the menu, you got only more delighted by the sight. It contained so many diverse peaces of bakery, you felt like it could please everyone's taste. Numerous muffins with different flavours, cupcakes, buns, cinnamon rolls and many many more made you want to try every single dessert they could offer.

Well, for now you had to pick a few that caught your eye the most of all. It's not like you could devour all the bakery they served even if you wanted to...

So, you picked a few of your most favourite desserts and so did Soobin.

While you waited for them to be done, you chatted, recalling the times you would sit like that at some other café. You both missed these days dearly and were happy to get a chance to spend your weekend just the way you used to once again.

However, once the bakery you ordered was brought to your table and you got a taste of it, your eyes sparkled even brighter. The taste was heavenly: not too sugary, containing just the perfect amount of cream, it was perfect. Now you could proudly call the café your favorite. You definitely wouldn't miss a chance to visit it again with your boyfriend in the future.

[sunshinestardrop]

Fates Worse Then...

Heres the finished Hazbin Hotel Fic, I got a little lazy towards the end but I also have some extra bits Im working on in Alastor's POV. Hopefully it's not too terrible.

Ill prolly post it on my AO3 account later (when I can actually think of a good summary) but for now here it is on Tumblr!!

Pairing: Reader X Alastor

Summary(?): your life with Alastor told in parts, from childhood till death and then some

You had been the first to know there was something wrong with him.

Alastor had barely been a teen when you had stumbled upon him elbows deep in the bog near your homes. Being friends since you both were young, it was like you had a sixth sense for him. Always aware of his coming and going even when you couldn’t see him. Maybe it was the beginning of a new- still young- feeling deep within your heart that made you aware. Or maybe it was a more primal feeling within your mind, the same awareness that a prey animal had when a predator was nearby.

If it was, though, you never once heeded it. Instead searching him out on your own accord. The bog had been a place of solace for the both of you. A hidden away spot that others refused to stay near- especially during the hotter months- not wanting to deal with mosquitoes. You two had never been ones to socialize, so it became a common ground for both of you to play apart in silence. Over time you would find yourselves gravitating towards each other. Side to side, back-to-back, and eventually shoulder to shoulder. A place to lean on each other without judgment. 

It was probably for the best, then, that no one had come that night when you followed the trail of vivisected frogs down to where Alastor stood. He had already pulled another one out of the bog with a scalpel that could only have been stolen from class that morning. He had locked eyes with you for a moment, but all you could see was the way the knife pressed against the withering frog’s belly as he sliced.

-

With time, it would become a blurry memory that you would only think about dozens of years down, leaving you wondering if you could have done something different. But that wouldn’t have been until much, much later.

You and Alastor aged.

It always seemed like Alastor grew just right- never once having to deal with gangling limbs and uncomfortable feelings that other kids did. Words came easy to him, and he could charm anyone that he wanted to. In comparison, you found yourself unable to keep up. Despite your best attempts to connect with your fellow teens, no one ever wanted to stay for too long. You always laughed a little too loud or talked a little too long. The other girls your age found you odd, and the boys held no interest in you.

Maybe you should have cared a little more, but you quite liked the peace that came with it.

Still, Alastor allowed you a place at his side. You two talked- of course he loved to do that- but never once did either of you put a label to what you were. He had used the word friend or various words similar to it, but never once said more than that.  

Alastor had never spoken about his father to you, but you had always known when something was wrong. There were bruises in places you only saw when he had rolled up his pants so as not to dirty them with bog water. A bright purple splotch just under his collar, and- rarely- he would sport a shiner to class. Casually talking his way through any of his classmates that cared to ask. You knew they would never get an answer from him anyway.

You were sure you wouldn’t either because Alastor had always been one mystery after another. And you- who had spent your whole childhood lingering in his shadow- knew that it would be near impossible to tear them down. No matter how badly you wanted to. So instead, you stayed until late at night with him in the bog, sometimes until the sun came up. You would keep a fresh meal for him and his mother when it was needed.

You would keep your windows unlocked at night, just in case.

Alastor, for all his oddities, had the gall to lecture you about that one, “You never know what dangers could climb through,” he would say, as he did just that.

-

No one had brought up marriage until, one day, they did.

And then they never stopped.

You had been aware of the expectation, but once it was thrust upon you had no desire to be part of it. Marriage was a foreign concept to you, and sure, maybe you did like the idea, but you didn’t like anyone enough to want to tolerate them your whole life. You had seen the worst of marriage. Both from your own, indifferent, parents and from Alastor’s suffering. You never wanted to fall into that trap. So, you believed that you would die as you lived- alone.

But Alastor always had a way of throwing a wrench into your plans.

“Us?” you asked, balking over his offer.

It had been a quiet night, not a Peeper to be heard as you two sat on a blanket near the bog. You had brought a picnic basket full of treats that day, and Alastor, ever the gentlemen, had not come empty handed. His mother’s jambalaya- still warm- in some Tupperware. A long time ago you would have found the idea of eating with so many bugs around to be unappetizing, but you tolerated it with Alastor there fearing this could be his only meal for the day.

Eventually, you grew used to it.

“Well, of course,” he chirped, “It only seems logical!”

And it did, in a way, you had spent so long complaining about everyone’s comments about your non-marital status that it had almost consumed your whole life. Alastor, as well, had been fending off the advances of many women for longer than you could remember. Along with that he seemed to snag a job on a local radio show and was climbing into popularity fast.

In the end, if either of you wanted others off your backs, this seemed like the most rational step.

“Sure,” you said, offering him your hand, “I’ll marry you, my dear friend.”

-

The wedding was as quick as your disappearance.

Forms were filled out, a ceremony for only you two and a notary was found, and you both spirited away into the night. You both had quietly found a small home tucked away from the rest of the world. Close enough to his work, but far enough from the rest of the world. Peace had given you a new lease on life. With no one to hover over your shoulder- to judge all your oddities- you became more expressive. The you that only existed within the confines of that old bog was now free to spread itself further and further out in your home. Personality scattered about that merged with Alastor's.

Lingering reminders threatened to bring up a past long since buried in your mind. A bloody knife forgotten about somewhere he thought you wouldn’t see. Late night hours spent at work, and him coming home smelling of rust and sweat. The door to the basement always locked, never questioned.

You wondered if he had become sloppy over time, that maybe it was too much for him to handle. Still you kept your mouth closed, you prepared the meat he gave you.

In the end, it didn’t matter, Alastor had given you all you ever wanted and more- you were happy to spend the rest of your life in silence if it meant his happiness.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

-

A cry.

Late into the night, you had been tossing and turned for most of it and had just barely gotten to sleep when the sound jolted you awake. You had shot up from your single bed and scrambled for the bat you kept under it. Carefully you crept down the long hallway, past Alastor's room and towards the only place you knew the increasingly louder cries could be heard.

The basement, Alastor's basement.

With shaky hands you reached out to the jiggling handle. Cold that ran through your body that made it tense. A mockery of rigor mortis, but you were living, breathing. For as long as you kept up the illusion of a happy-ignorant- life you would surely stay that way?

Wouldn’t you?

Surely, Alastor cared enough about his oldest friend to forgive them? To keep them away from the edge of his knife? Sometimes you wondered if you really were as important to him as he was to you, but you dared not to think over it for too long. Least you come to a conclusion you knew your heart could not take.

Your hand hovered over the knob. Thinking.

In the end, though, the choice had always been out of your control.

The basement door flung open, and your eyes widened in terror at the possibility of your husband standing on the other end. Face to face with your own stupid curiosity. Would he be upset? Would he be enraged? You had never seen him angry, but surely this would be the final straw.

But it wasn't.

“…he…hel…”

A man, not too much older than you, the smell of rust.

“Pl…please…help….”

You could have helped him, you should have. You never knew when Alastor would change his mind about you, or even grow bored. But that would mean all of this for naught. That would mean never seeing your loving, doting husband again. That would mean you, alone again. Another unwanted person lost in a sea of uncaring eyes.

You reared back.

And swung.

-

You awoke the next morning in your bed, no memory aside from the loud crack of a broken skull and a body tumbling down into the abyss of Alastor's basement. You curled into yourself, silence lingering as you replayed the scattered bits of what you wished was a nightmare in your mind.

You don’t remember much of that day, only brief moments of Alastor saying his goodbyes as he went off to work, and then him coming home hours later to your prone form, the same position he had left you.

When you awoke from your trance Alastor's bed was next to yours. A threat and a promise all at once. No longer could you sneak out in the middle of the night to search. No longer safe in your own home—but it was never truly yours, was it? Tucked deep into trees. A place where no one would look for you, no one would find you.

-

How odd to learn, after years of marriage, that you were unquestionably in love with Alastor.

There was something wrong with you, that much you knew. But, now faced with that monster of a man and still loving him, you knew there was something terribly wrong with you.

Fate had twisted you into something far less good then you had hoped you would be, but the love bursting into your heart still brought you comfort when doubt would crawl its way into your mind.

You decided, if he saw it fit, you would allow his knife to be the only one to take you away.

-

Three days.

You had spent three days looking for him. In the cold winter you walked from his job and back, the bars he frequented, and even dug through the snowy path to your home with your bare hands looking for the man you loved only to be given frostbitten fingers for your troubles.

It was like the world had swallowed him whole. Someone that you had once believed to be above it, now just another man lost to the unforgiving universe. All that was left was you and your little cabin- too big for one. There had been a light- in the way- at the end of the tunnel. It came in the form of two men pounding at your door hours after you had passed out form exhaustion. A flashlight beaming through your windows.

They had found him- or more accurate, his body- cold in the woods, bullet through his head.

And who could there be to suspect other than his oddball wife. You tried to defend your innocence. How dare they accuse you of hurting the man you loved! But they barged into your home without care. They tore through all your little memories like they were nothing. The couch you and Alastor picked out; shredded. The pictures on the wall; shattered. The lock to the basement; broken.

And what they found down there was enough for them.

A story for a different time, you would say. Vivisected frogs. Longer, paler. You think they had names, didn’t they? At one point surely. Now all but a body. Sectioned off in ways that told you the cuts of meat. In all your numbness all you could think of was the ways they cooked. When to go against the grain and when to go with it. Prep, marinate, cook. He never once mentioned what kind it was, and you never asked but both knew.

And in all that, the only worried in your mind was of Alastor's memory. Of the legacy he would leave behind.

You loved him.

You still love him.

And so, you would be the one to make this sacrifice.

-

“And that’s why I’m here!”

Drink in hand (Fingertips discolored, a reminder of your final days.) you smiled brightly at the young women enraptured in your story. Despite her title as Princess of Hell, you had found the girl to be a real sweetie. Charlie- the sweetie- had been gripping onto her girlfriends arm the entire time you told her about your life before death. She seemed to have a love for the dramatics, and you sure had a flair for it. All those years no longer suffocated by the expectations the 1900s had of you had allowed you to open up a bit more. Even in hell you still found yourself able to enjoy life any way you could.

Of course, most of that meant you stayed far away from other people- not wanted to socialize as much as others did- but eventually you found yourself drawn to this Hazbin Hotel. A place for sinners to have another chance in heaven. While you didn’t quite care for heaven, there was a chance your love had made it to those golden gates. Though, you were not quite sure how he would have talked his way into it, you were sure only he could.

“Oh! My!” Charlie chirped as Vaggie dabbed some tears away from her eyes, “That’s—That’s so--!”

“Fucked up,” Angle Dust piped in from behind you, holding his own drink.

“-Adorable!!”

You reared your head back and laughed, as always too loud but you didn’t care, “No no! He’s right!” You said, “It was very… Unconventional! But I quite enjoyed my life with him! Loved the fool to death too!”

Husk, the bartender, rolled his eyes. You had spent so long avoiding any sort of social interaction that you had almost forgotten what it was like to be around people that actually… enjoyed your company. People that, despite their prickly personas, seemed to quite enjoy your endless chatter and loud laughter.

A place to call your own, a home.

Still, it wasn’t just quiet right yet. A hole in your heart that you sometimes worried would never be filled. But, in time, you were sure it would fix itself. Or, if you were lucky, he would come back to fill it once again.

[delku]

tbh i dont think villain deku is inherently a bad concept but he's been oncelerfied so badly it's kind of difficult to imagine a scenario that doesn't suck total ass.

like, there's practically zero good examples of it and a billion shitty ones - making him evil for the sake of it, arbitrarily replacing his fashion sense (this shouldn't happen basically no matter what - what does his social standing have to do with how he dresses lmao? do you think a life of crime precludes someone to wearing dumbass shirts and garish sneakers? participation in this phenomenon is loser behavior), totally rewriting his childhood, giving him a "villain's quirk", forcing him to be subservient to some shmuck who abducted him, all might denying him heorics/ofa so he becomes a villain out of spite (for some reason - usually because he suddenly develops a hatred of all might, as if he'd ever not worship the ground that man walks on even if he beat deku senseless (and let's be Extra Fucking Clear here that he wouldn't, ever)), he never meets all might so he (insert random previously-mentioned scenario here), et cetera. it's all thoughtless, boring, and trite - taking the path of least resistance in pursuit of an aesthetic, completely disregarding the character's, well, character. it fucking blows. if you want aesthetics without character, go find some brainless png slot machine to appropriate - they'll probably have a design that's more "gremlin-like" or "feral" anyhow, you annoying motherfuckers

what potential does a concept like "villain deku" have then if the existing popular scenarios are dogshit? it's very narrow, to be honest, and it doesn't make sense without some degree of interference in his life during or after the hero course. essentially: he learns of the injustices the hpsc operates on and goes rogue over it, in a manner *maybe* similar to lady nagant, though he wouldn't kill the director (he's got the potential to be faster than a speeding bullet; gunfire doesn't pose an imminent threat on his life).

(to be clear, i think intervening in his character at any point earlier than his entry to UA is fucking with who he is on a fundamental level and is lazy. work with canon even just a little bit for these "canon divergent" scenarios, please - your work and creativity will benefit from it, i promise. and calling it an alternate universe when the only change is making deku a villain is still lazy because it'll fall into one of those shitty cliches i was just bitching about.)

that's the type of thing that could lead him to be classified as a villain - rebellion against the system of power he intended to serve and its violence. he wouldn't just be out killing people or committing violence for fun, though - he has the make of a "beloved vigilante" among the populace; a righteous man of the people who's conscious of the injustices faced by the everyman. a robin hood among heroes, villains, and vigilantes. stain, if he rescued instead of killed. and was more intimidating anyways, somehow (it's the poor hygiene).

he has the drive to strive for justice in a way the people in power don't appreciate - let's not forget how he, alongside iida and todoroki, were treated by the cops after the stain incident; how the school responded to the bakugou rescue squad; how he was scolded for protecting UA from gentle and la brava (even if the incident was comparably mild, and he wasn't scolded for his action so much as his inaction. the point here is that he went against authority, not that he got in deep shit for it). deku doesn't care what the consequences of his actions are as long as (he believes) he's helping/defending someone or something he believes in.

also, like ‐ and pretend we're living in the world where ofa remains intact - he'd never get fucking caught. basically every power in ofa's arsenal is an escape tool. he has multiple distinct speed/mobility amplifiers, cover in the form of smokescreen, can fly, and (most obviously) danger sense. he escaped the cops in whm with just full cowling and blackwhip. he's untouchable with the rest of it.

[lifemod17]

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[raelyn-dreams]

I think Ryuseitai and Crazy:B should have an event together purely for the Rinne-Chiaki parallels because the !! Main Story really gave us "If I had taken one wrong step, I would've ended up exactly like you" and then just. Never really elaborated when there is so much that could be done with it???

Do you know how often I think about the potential of these two??? I am literally skimming through stories for Chiaki-Rinne mentions its that bad.

[vegaseatsass]

I'm so exhausted I don't really know where or how to begin my one-day weekend, have spent the day just kind of collapsed into executive dysfunctional confusion when what I WANT to do is post on tumblr about gay tv

[orcelito]

Brain is rotating between depressing but bittersweet post-trimax one-shot, current wip chapter of itnl, playful horny Sentido sequel one-shot, and violent bloody itnl times to be had sooner than you think

Like the barrel of a gun. Click click click click spinning round and round. Which one am I gonna land on? Only time will tell.

[tonycries]

“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Synopsis. You know it’s wrong to fuck your best friend. But how can you complain when you’re slammed against the library desk and stuffed full of his big cock like this?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, panties in your mouth (+ some other very heinous things), really fucking dirty, public sex, jealous sex (from his side), pet names (my angel), swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. My ancestors are prolly so proud of me rn. Art by @_3em on X.

“Best friend” his ass. 

It’s laughable really - the way those other losers think they have a chance with you when you’re begging for his dick every night. 

He’s known you since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - and right now he’s got you sitting prettily on his lap in a study room tucked on the campus library. Your needy mewls are muffled into the crook of his neck as he holds you steady by your hips, the length of his achingly hard cock nudging the line of your ass. 

Panties hastily pulled to the side, your slick pools on his flushed tip, dripping along his length to his tight balls. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your racing pulse, he drags his hefty erection teasingly along your dripping folds. 

God, he could feel the way your pussy was clenching desperately around nothing and it was driving him insane. 

Surely that study buddy of yours could wait a few minutes. Who did that scrub even think he was? Eyeing his pretty lil’ best friend like that.

“Hngh- please, I want-.” you whisper into his ear, the heat of your breath sending blood rushing straight to his already rock-hard cock. Your needy whimpers are cut off as he subconsciously thrusts in-between your swollen folds, juices making the prominent veins along his length glisten.

Fuck, this was getting too much for him too. 

“Tell me what you want, my angel.” he leans down to murmur raspily in your ear, sending a trail of goosebumps down your spine. You were so fucking hot. 

That scrub couldn’t even imagine this. How perfect you were. How wet you were for him. How lustful your voice is as you sinfully whine, “I want your cock in me so badly. Want you to fuck me right here. Right now.”

With lightning speed, he’s got you bent against the cold surface of the library desk, painfully hard cock throbbing under the thin material of your panties. You gasp as his length grinds against your quivering cunt.

Having you splayed out so sinfully for him, he’s never been more thankful that the old librarian was such a heavy sleeper - probably wouldn’t wake up for a stampede of elephants if it happened. 

“This shit is getting in my fucking way.” he groans out as a large hand grabs your soaked panties. 

A sharp rip! of fabric sounds throughout the still air of the study room. “Much better.” he grins dangerously, harshly groping every inch of skin now laid completely bare for him.

“Please. Put it in.” you mewl, voice dripping with need for him. Fuck, he’ll never get used to this. 

“Shhh, my angel.” with a low hiss, he bullies his thick cock into your dripping cunt.

“God. S’tight, so tight. Pussy so desperate for me hah- sucking me back in. She doesn’t want me to leave, huh?” he grits out through strangled moans as he sheaths himself completely into your wet pussy. Shit, at this point they’ll hear him and not you.

Warm walls squeezing him to insanity, he fucks you at a feral pace, pulling out till his tip teases your dripping entrance, only to ram himself fully inside once more. 

“Ah! Hngh- It’s too much. Please!” 

He would never get to know the feeling of your snug cunt desperately sucking his cock back in every time he rams into you. He would never get to feel the way your walls clamp down on him, struggling to adjust to the burning stretch of his thick cock. He could never make you feel this good.

That loser probably has a small dick anyway.

He drinks in the pornographic ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth at each harsh thrust, feeling intoxicated off the animalistic cadence of his hips, and the thick white ring of slick forming at his base. 

“Shit. Always so good f’me, my angel.” he groans, your pretty moans only making him thrust impossibly deeper in a way that has you scrambling to hold onto the table for support. 

His throaty groans and the merciless slapping of his heavy balls against your ass echoes across the room as his fingers dig deep purple marks into your hips.

“S-someone’s gonna hah- hear-” 

“Then we must be quiet, hm?”

Before you have a chance to process what’s happening, the wet panties that were tightly gripped in his hand are now stuffed into your mouth. You moan around the large fingers forcing themselves inside, cold rings stretching your mouth as much as your cunt.

His cock twitches as he forces you to taste yourself, feeling you getting impossibly wetter. That’s his girl. 

He could never fuck you like this. 

Moans now muffled by the fabric in your mouth, his saliva-coated fingers move down to draw rough circles on your clit - making you yelp at the stimulation. 

He knows someone could walk in at any moment - and a part of him actually wants it to happen. Let them see, he thinks. At least then those fuckers would finally take a hint.

A soft whine of his name snaps him out of his pussy-drunk thoughts, blown-out eyes now meeting your dazed ones as you lock eyes with him over your shoulder. Lipstick smeared, tears clinging to your lashes, and panties half-hanging out of your kiss-bitten lips.

Ah, actually scratch that - he’s gonna keep his pretty lil’ best friend all to himself.

“Shhh, my angel. I’ve got you.” he towers over you, pressing a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine before angling your neck to attach his lips with yours. He delights in your surprised squeal, clearly not expecting him to kiss you with your panties still in your mouth. But for you, he’d do anything.

Cock twitching, your feet almost lift off the ground as the rhythm of his hips gets harsher. He intertwines his tongue with yours, sweet slick-soaked panties wrapped in the middle. Fuck, he was going insane at the contrast of your soft tongue with the lacy fabric of your panties, hand around your neck getting tighter.

You moan incoherently as he sucks on your tongue, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth and onto the polished library desk. 

It was so fucking lewd. Doesn’t matter how many losers swarm around you - none of them deserved you. None of them could fuck you like this.

Your sounds of pleasure get more and more frantic as his cock still slams inside you relentlessly, ringed-fingers continuing their abuse on your clit - getting closer and closer to what you crave.

He can feel the way your walls flutter so snugly around him. God, he’s so fucking turned on that he doesn’t know whether the heartbeat he feels between his legs is his or yours.

Neither of you have to wait long. His tongue still continues its dance with yours, around your soaked panties, as you both cum with a muffled moan. 

Your pussy clenches around him as you climax him as if to milk his cock for all he’s worth. And you do, thick ropes of his hot cum painting your pulsing hole white. 

Riding out both your highs, he fucks his cum into you animalistically - feet lifting off the floor at his firm grip on your waist and the sheer power of his rough thrusts.

So messy. Damn, he has to send the librarian an apology gift later - a fruit basket or something, he wonders, barely lucidly. 

His mind is still foggy as he pulls his sensitive cock out, and pockets your panties for a lonely night without his dear best friend. Promptly plugging his fingers in your quivering pussy, cum smearing on his fingers, he mutters out a quick “Keep it inside.”

Walking out of the heavy, sex-filled atmosphere of the study room, he bumps into that fucking study buddy of yours - running late and clearly surprised to see him there.

With a slow smirk, “Sorry in advance, my girl made a bit of a mess in there. Hope you don’t mind.”

Hey, this is what best friends are for, right?

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, Tsukishima, ATSUMU, SUNA, Oikawa, Kuroo, EREN, Armin

A/N. Teehee *blushes like a slut*

Longfic Sunday incoming if I manage to write 6k words by tomorrow.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[fairy-angel222]

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

His tie loosened from the fancy date you two were just on, first few buttons undone with his grip hard on the staring wheel. Veins prominent from the rolled up sleeves of his shirt.

His eyes don’t leave the road when you begin to whimper and whine. Leaned back against the passenger seat as his hand traces up your thigh and your dress, pads of his fingers toying with your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.

You moaned softly, your own smaller hands reaching out to grab his wrist tightly when he skillfully slipped your panties to the side. Thick fingers dancing along your wet slit before settling on the tiny bud.

“Kento...”

Your back arched when he began rubbing small circles, your thighs twitching in need as your little noises of pleasure filled the dark vehicle. Your body jolting with each touch to the sensitive set of nerves.

Nanami only smiled to himself, barely sparing you a glance as he maneuvered each turn back to his home. “Hmm, yes darling?” The pace of his fingers only speeding up as your gasps and mewls increased in volume. Grinding your hips onto his hand when your head fell back against the seat.

“Nngh.. Kento,” You moaned, lips parting in soft pants. “Need.. n-need them inside.”

Nanami’s smile grew into a smirk. “Oh? Is my girl so greedy that she won’t take what i give her?” He teased, chuckling when you pushed his hand further down with a sound of agreement. “You want them inside you darling? Tell me how badly.”

“Really bad, want them in me really bad.”

He hummed, fingers trailing down further just as the car swerved to the right. Nanami taking the chance to slip two fingers into you with ease.

Your grip on his wrist tightened, letting out a string of short cries when he began fucking them into you. Curling them up sweetly into your g spot as you mewled his name loudly. Small tears welling in your eyes as your body trembled. Having already been so close to a prior orgasm.

“F-fuckk. Kento baby— ahh.” You couldn’t control the noises that slipped past your lips, eyes rolling back with ragged breaths as Nanami pressed into all the right places to drive you crazy. His thumb extending upwards to play with your still aching clit.

“You like that sweetheart?” Nanami cooed, shifting slightly in his seat as his cock strained in his pants. His fingers being put on auto mode as he focused on getting you home safely.

He knew your body like the back of his hand, pleasuring you came like second nature.

Especially with the way your glassy eyes rolled back beside him, crying out his name with a shaky moan as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge. “O-oh god.. ‘m gonna cum.” You breathed, toes curling as your body’s sensitivity went up by a tenfold. Nanami’s every touch scorching your skin as you waited for his command.

“Go on sweetheart, cum for me.”

You crumbled.

Body shaking lightly as you messily coated his fingers in your slick. An assortment of sweet sounds bubbling in your throat as your pussy spasmed. Drenching him and his seat when you squirted with a cry.

“Good girl.”

You shivered when his fingers slipped out of you. Your eyes peeling open to see him pulling up into his driveway. Putting the car in park before he finally turned to you, pressing his lips to yours with a groan.

“How about you do that on my tongue next?”