#‘just brush you teeth’ I DID AND I STILL ALMOST LOST THEM WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SHUT UUUUUUP

[nanaomei]

“GOT A PROBLEM?” - GOJO SATORU

Your brother's best friend is a nauseous; you hate him but will still spread your legs for him too.

TW: (MDNI) 18+, smut, nasty hate make out'n fuck, Gojo being a cocky bastard but what’s new? // wc:1.3k

You and Satoru don’t get along. There’s always been some type of sacred rivalry between you two, a need to one up the other. He’s persistent, for sure, but so are you; and why would you give him the satisfaction when you can fight him instead?

He does get to you, though, denying it is pointless. Satoru Gojo is not someone you can be cordial with, you tell yourself. He’s a nauseous.

An annoyance that ticks you off each time you catch his baby blues linger too long over your form as he comes by, flashing you a smug grin that basically screams "I’m him".

And you hate him and all his 6,3ft of attitude. He’s a cocky bastard, someone who can’t stop himself from throwing a small jab your direction every little chance.

Majority of time, you simply ignore him. For the sake of Suguru, you don’t give him more than a simple eye roll, not engaging with his childish behavior.

Some things however, you can’t brush off. Like when you carry a tray of steaming tea your niisan asked so sweetly of you to prepare, and stumble upon hearing his best friend brag about his conquests from the previous nights.

You don’t like it, and for whatever reason, you feel a pang of annoyance bubbling in your chest. You’re not jealous, you’re not.

But you can’t help but feel extra petty as walk through the door with the sweetest -forced- smile, effectively ignoring Satoru while serving tea to your brother’s other two friends.

Even going as far as leaning in more than you should, giving them a good look at your cleavage, that, Satoru can’t help but grit his teeth at.

You don’t see the way his face hardens, the grin from his face washing away bitterly as he glares at the boy whose face is now visibly flustered by your little display; you want to play dirty? Fine, be that way.

As you walk out, he quickly makes an excuse to follow, brushing it off as him needing to make a call, before sneaking his way into your room quietly, leaving the door slightly ajar behind.

You don’t feel his presence nor hear him sneak up until he's already there, right behind you, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you flush against his body.

All the rest feels rushed as you’re pushed into the closet, arms crossed behind your back and held steadily by his left hand while his other pushes down the waistband of his pants enough to free his leaking cock.

Your sweats are next to get shoved down, panties pulled to the side, revealing your swollen pussy lips to his gaze fully. You yelp as he sinks into you in one thrust, bottoming out until his balls slap steadily against your clit, mewling silently as his fingers prob into your mouth to press down on your tongue, shushing you up with it.

“You know, i hate to admit it but what you did back there made me pretty ~angry" his breath hits your ear, his voice low enough to be almost threatening "I do have a feeling you wanted to make me jealous though” he adds mockingly and it feels like he’s spitting venom.

But you know he’s right this time around, which is your point of embarrassment but also satisfaction; you did succeed after all.

“mnhh y-you started it” you muffle out, boxed in, able to do nothing but try and hold in your moans, whimpering softly while his fingers press onto your tongue with demand to suck on them.

And it makes you gasp, twitch in his grasp, swirling your tongue in circles around his fingers while building up more spit in your mouth; and you get lost in his hot flesh, sucking it softly as he lets you take the lead with his digits.

“oh did I,” he scoffs as he pulls out his dick to tease, leaving you so needy and slippery from all those juices and sweat before sliding back in, cruelly, while holding your captive wrists a little stronger in his grasp “mind telling me how so?”

“y-you... j-just... fuck..." you try to form coherent thoughts, but all that comes out is a series of gibberish and moans. He’s got you, and you know it. You and Satoru have a weird type of love-hate relationship, and it’s shameful to admit it’s been going on behind Suguru’s back ever since he introduced his white haired friend to you; but then again, Satoru doesn’t care, you’ve got him hooked more than he’d like to admit.

And the way you try to move your hips to his thrusts, making sure his balls brush against your clit is enough to show him you’re not just ‘hating’ either.

“I hate you” but you still try and tell him that’s the case as you grind out a reply, a mixture of truth and an obvious lie, heels digging into the carpet at his brutal peace.

He clicks his tongue in unamused nature, making you twitch against him "no you don’t, how can you hate me if I’m always in you?” his reply is meant to torment you as he trusts harder and faster now, pounding your pussy with fervor, using your wetness to his advantage and the way he slams into you has you sure you’ll be left sore.

“it’s pretty funny you say it, actually, i mean, look at you,” he continues with a strain, finally removing his hand from your mouth to leave your spit down your chin, reaching to rub your clit in mean fashion “you’re milking my cock like the hungry whore you are, see?”

He knows it’s making that tic in your neck pop its charisma and joy, frenetic moans filling in the small space.

Your answers are almost choked, pushed through the few syllables leaking between your purrs and high-pitched gasps.

Reflexively, you bite your lip as his own brush the hollow of your neck, teeth grazing it in a semi-kiss that leaves you trembling all over.

He questions your sanity, as he knows one thing about you, you’re not one to give in easily, yet here you are, moaning for his cock while he rubs your clit a little more roughly than last time.

"You’re such a tease. So fucking cute" he murmurs, changing the rhythm, fucking you dumb now until he’s sure your cries of pleasure are heard through the door "You think you can play with me like that in front of everyone huh? Maybe I should just fuck this nasty attitude out of you, show you who’s in charge?"

The way he’s dominating you turns you on, makes your gummy walls clench around his dick, as he’s still pumping into you hard while his other hand works on your clit more aggressively matching the hiss of his tone "you did this to yourself, though, so stop whining and take it"

You might hate him but you still gasp, holding in your breaths as he stiffens, thrusting harder now, making your hip faint with his relentless pounding. The swell of his erection is buried deeper than before into that tight confined space.

You resist the urge to kick his legs, moving your hips slowly; forcefully, but only doing it in shorter bounds.

All this tension and excitement transfers to hard jerking motions, pushing your own limits into a blissful and sinful hell.

"Wanna let your brother know I’m banging this kitten behind his back?" he chokes out a dry laugh, breath ragged, his cock pounding into you furiously, eager to hit a spot that'll make you cream.

You moan more, rubbing your shoulder against his shirt to relieve your own aching muscles in a feeble attempt to make him happy.

He seizes this chance, rubbing his hips against you roughly, smirking terribly big at you​ as he grumbles under his breath "he’ll figure it out anyway- when I knock you up one of these times” and he might be right because with the way he fucks is brute in its nature; so disgustingly sweet it makes your cunt squeeze around him like vice.

You don’t like what he’s saying and want to argue but he probs at your entrance with two digits to scout a path it'd take for his dick to make its way deeper, turning your brain into a sponge.

​Arching your back makes his thrusts a little sloppy, making him whine out loud, effort gone on him.

Feeling your climax nearing, he covers your mouth with his hand, letting you bite down -harshly- on it as you come, milking him dry until he’s also chased his orgasm. He bites on your jawline in return, muffling his moan as he leaves a nasty mark behind, but that’s the least of his worries.

The sound of footsteps approaching your room hits you along with Satoru’s name being called out from the corridor, and you feel his lips brush over the shell of your ear “uh huh, looks like your niisan came to watch the show?”

You want to tell him it’s not funny but then he fucks his hips into you again and oh- you end up gasping instead.

No, it’s not funny, but the man is as calm as ever by now and you find yourself scoffing as he withdraws from your heat with a kiss to your neck, pulling up his pants casually before stepping out of the closet to face Suguru with a witty excuse, leaving you a wet mess.

But there’s no regrets on his part since he achieved what he wanted anyway, so you’ll remember for the next time; you can hate him, but he’ll still fuck you good.

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[snazzydwarf]

Jasons pit madness is actually him going mama bear mode-

I was brushing my teeth when this DC x DP idea just zapped into my brain and I HAD to let it out-

So I'd imagine that in the GZ time works differently, but in the sense where it passes really really slow compared to how it would normally pass. This is to allow newly formed spirits a time to grieve and heal before saying good bye to their loved ones.

So now imagine a newly formed Jason Todd arriving to the Ghost Zone, still donned with the Robin outfit he died in. 

While he floats aimlessly around for a while he eventually encounters another young ghost... like really young, no more then 5 years old.

He watched as this kid, his kid, grow into the powerful ghost he was always meant to be. His favourite moments where when Clockwork allowed them to visit outside the GZ to go stargazing so they could fulfil the kids space obsession. 

This ghost is Danny. (You can choose your own way of him getting there but I would imagine the portal being completed way earlier than cannon but still follows how Danny got his powers, although this time he was trapped on the other side of the portal rather than popping back out into this parents basement.)

Years pass in the GZ and Jason has officially taken Danny under his wing. At first it was difficult, he was only 15 goddammit! He shouldn’t be the soul caretaker of this kid, let alone a dead one! But the thought of leaving Danny alone in this green void made his stomach churn, he couldn’t up and leave and abandon a kid he said he would take care off, he would do anything for Danny. He wasn’t like Bruce

They were fine, happy even, he couldn’t imagine a life without this little tyke who became his whole world in the time he was in the Zone, but then it was all gone. His core felt a sudden pull so tight it felt like it was being ripped out of his body, it hurt, oh god did it hurt but it couldn’t compare to the sound of Danny’s cries as he watched Jason crumple to the ground and begin to fade away.

He stalked through Gotham at night and began setting up his plan for revenge, although Red Hood was born he couldn’t help feel like he lost something. The slightest thing would tip him of, making him go into a blind fury, ripping his enemies apart in an almost frantic desperation. He knew he was searching for something, fucking something, but what is it? 

He was back in the land of the living, and he was furious, but he didn’t know what for. His memories where fuzzy at best and the only thing he remembers is a sharpness in his chest and green in his vision. 

At first he thought it was the desire for revenge, that he was searching for retribution against the man who killed him and the man who didn’t do enough to save him, but it wasn’t until almost a year after he took up the Red Hood mantel did it all click into place and his world suddenly became right again, all it took was one voice and one word.

“DAD!”

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[barbiedragon]

Hi. Could I get 10 and 6 with Michael Langdon

👀 👀  Yes indeed! Michael, my beloved 🖤🖤🖤

Prompt List

WC: 1.2 k

Warnings: Breath play, scratching, Dom!Michael, penetration

*comment/reblogs are appreciated

The final preparations were made as you began to prepare to depart for the sanctuary with Michael.  His golden hair almost touched his shoulders now, and you were secretly thrilled he had taken your advice to grow it out.  You walked over to where he was seated in front of his laptop, taking in the sight of the heavy black jeweled ring that rested on his forefinger.

“Did you need something?” he hummed as he flicked his blue eyes in your direction.  You had gotten lost in the thought of his long, nimble fingers and strong hands.

“Oh um, just wanted to check in and see if everything was in order,” you replied before your tongue darted across your lips.

“Just a few more pieces to move into place, our flight leaves in the morning,” Michael replied as he rested his cheek gently against his hand, thumb curved under his chin and forefinger against his temple.  It only made the current thoughts inside your head spin faster, churning slightly darker.

“Just about done packing,” you whispered.

His plush lips curved into an amused smile.  “Great, I appreciate you taking care of that for us,” he said before he reached out his other hand to pull you into his lap.  Sometimes you wondered if he could read your mind.

“Something’s on your mind,” he whispered.  Fucking….how the fuck…this little shit.  Moving his hand from his face, he began to trace it up your thigh then across your side before his palm rested against your collarbone.  His fingers felt impossibly warm.  Anointed with hellfire.

“What makes you say that?” you murmured as your pulse quickened.

He didn’t say anything, but you could feel the smirk.  His thumb traced over the throbbing vein in your throat.  “Use your words.  The instruction was clear and firm.

“Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”  The admission came toppling from your lips faster than you had anticipated.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

“I trust you…. besides I’ve found some instruction guides, I’ll share them with you.  I want some fun, but I’m not keen on getting asphyxiated to death,” you snorted.

An amused chuckle vibrated in his chest as those long fingers wrapped gently around his neck while his nose nuzzled the warm patch of skin just below your ear.

“Well then, allow me to get informed.”  He took hold of your chin to pull your face close to his before pressing a hard kiss to your lips.  Giddiness overtook you when your tongues pressed together.  Then Michael gave you a little shove off his lap so off you went to finish putting everything together for the departure tomorrow.  You know…. before the whole world went to hell.

Later that evening you were sprawled under him.  Naked in the warm room as those hands roamed across your body, squeezing every inch of your flesh.  A thumb brushed lightly across your erect nipple, making you squirm, while your bent knee gently rubbed against your thigh.  You could taste the pulse in your throat as his hand crept closer and closer toward your neck.

“You still want this?” he purred.  Fingers wrapped lightly around your throat.

“Please,” you begged.

“I can hear your heart pounding.  Like a little lamb caught by the lion,” Michael smirked.  The pressure he applied was still very light, but it was enough to make you feel dizzy.

“A very feracious lion with sharp teeth, easy to rip me apart.”

“You like that don’t you, baby?  The danger, the excitement.  You drip with sin.”  The tone in his voice dropped an octave.  

“Sin brought us together, my little devil,” you couldn’t help but tease.  The two of you had found each other through the Church of Satan.  You’d never forget the pathetic-looking young man who wandered in one evening looking like a scared, lost little rat.  Look at him now.  Coming into his own, into his power.  Ready to bring the end of the world.  Fuck, it made your clit throb.

The pressure tightened around your throat.  “Now if you need to loosen my grip take your fist and pound it twice on the bed.”  You did so, letting him know you understood the direction loud and clear.  “If you need me to stop everything entirely, three pounds.”  Again, you demonstrated to show you heard and understood.  “Good girl.”

His hand slipped further up your neck, settling under your jaw and against the sides, where the pulse pounded, and the carotid arteries rested.  Your eyes were blown wide with lust as Michael applied a firm squeeze that lasted about five seconds.  His cock was heavy against your thigh, and you could feel the pre-cum leaking onto your flesh.  When his hand released from your neck, you took the opportunity to speak.

“Please Michael, put your cock inside me,” you whined.

You pulled a knee back toward your chest as his free hand settled on your opposite hip.  You reached down to palm his cock before helping to guide him inside of your dripping pussy.  A soft groan rumbled from him before he gave a soft roll of his hips.  You were stuffed full of him, and it felt so fucking good.  Blond hair stuck to his cheeks and shoulders as the heat flooded the room.  He tended to have that effect.  Your little devil baby.

“Next time I’ll have to take a picture of you just like this. So, you can see how beautiful and needy you are with my cock inside of you, ready to take you apart, my little lamb.”  The rasp in his voice made a moan spill from your parted lips.

“Michael, please,” you huffed as you dragged your nails slowly down his back to help spur him on.

The hand around your throat squeezed again as he gave a powerful thrust.  The dizziness came flooding back.  Another squeeze matched with a thrust had you mewling.  The next one lasted a bit longer and matched the pressure building inside of your body.  It was a euphoric feeling.  Little bright white stars danced behind your eyelids while his cock took you apart.

“So beautiful, little lamb, I could sink my teeth into you, rip you apart piece by piece.  Yet you’d still beg for more.”

Pleasure slithered through your entire body; hot white little snakes ready to burst forth.  You hated how right he was.  The only response you could give was a wobbling lower lip before all the bands snapped and you soaked his cock after another squeeze to your throat.  His fingers released before he pressed his palm next to the side of your head as his hips snapped hard against your pelvis.  It made you rock forward before you felt the warm spurt of release inside of you.  Ecstasy shivered through your veins.

When he pulled out, you shuddered at the loss of contact along with the little drip of his mess down your thighs.  Your pouting was eased by the sight of his round ass after he climbed off the bed and went to procure some wipes to clean up with.  You basked in the aftermath, wrapped around his side with your upper half against his chest, legs tucked between his.  Fingers twirled around the locks of his golden hair.

“Michael?”

“Hmm?”

“Next time, could you leave marks?”

You watched his lips twitch into a smirk.

“My filthy little lamb!  I would love nothing more,” he replied, a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes.

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[proverbsss]

treating you right (father paul hill/john pruitt x reader) -nsfw

(pt. 3 of "reading you right" series linked here)

Father Paul Hill, Midnight Mass

reader(s): thank you so much for your compliments and encouragement, I'm so grateful we can share our carnal need for this man together : ) // this is a WIP without an ending, as I've lost a little muse. Hopefully someday I will update!

notifs: paul hill is a tease again!! ; you got ate out too good and it shut your brain off; hierophilia + Father ment. ; one 'Daddy' mention

"Father, I need--"

"I know. I know, it's okay," he's off the end of the bed in a swift movement, kicking off his boots. "Take off your shirt too." he instructs.

He's barely able to slow down and striptease you, peeling off his shirt and revealing his belly, his chest, his shoulders--all of which he's well aware you love. His major preoccupation, like thirst, like hunger, is the throbbing incomparable feeling of his cock hard in his jeans and getting as naked and free of these inhibitors as possible.

He's almost talking to himself, that soft, sweet, guiding tone, "You thought you could get me to switch harder than that and you ended up needing me inside you, it's okay."

You keen, incapable of refuting him. He swiftly climbs back over you, making the well-used bed creak underneath you both, his expression tensely focused. Just the look on his face, faintly sticky with your cum, his lips certainly still drippy with it, feels like it gets you close to another orgasm. You're caged between his arms and legs and he's the world. And your cunt /aches/ for him.

"Uh, fuck, please, need you now, please-"

His underwear are still in the way of what you both need. You could see before, and now you feel brushing your leg, your thigh, just how wet with pre-cum the front of them is. Paul's cock isn't too big for you, it is a little thicker than you're used to, and it is certainly a thing of beauty. You yearn to touch, taste, feel him and he insists on cradling you like this.

"A little patience is a virtue," he murmurs, his face once again hovering above yours.

"You stretching me the fuck out is a virtue. Bless me, Father."

He growls, an amused, primal sound. "What did I tell you about talking like a dirty movie?"

"I don't /feel/ like a dirty movie, please," you take his hand in yours and direct him to cup one of your tits. That lovely amber-rich color of his eyes envelops you as yours meet them.

"That you don't." he concedes, looking down, a drop of pity tugging at the edges of his mouth. That mouth that sent you reeling in pleasure moments before, your heartbeat still hasn't calmed down. "I think these need a little attention--" he shifts a bit down your body, delighted at the way your gaze follows him, and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out and your hips buck. Haha, Paul thinks, now /you're/ the one humping at nothing.

"What?" he laughs, nipping at your tit and relishing your reaction. "You get to drag it out for me but I can't do it to you? Talk about double standards." His hands find your hips and clarify a little who's in charge. "No, these tits are what I want to play with, so I'm going to." The tips of some of his teeth graze the underside of your nipple as he sucks gently at the sensitive flesh. You cry out again. "Mhm?" his eyes flick up to your blissed out face. "You need me to make you feel real? Is that it? Every time I push inside you, you get to let go of everything, is that what you need?”

“Yes Father.”

“Good girl.”

Paul can’t be deterred from lavishing a little more attention on your tits before he moves ahead though. What you don’t know can’t hurt you, Paul smirks to himself as his tongue and teeth explore you. What you don’t know can’t do anything but make you whimper and put your hands in his hair; his sacramental bloodthirst is still a secret Paul keeps from you, but he can expose his fangs just a little and nip at the sensitive bud of your nipple with that much more pressure.

“Ohh-” You utter a whine that sounds something like a question, pleasure peaking at the feel of his teeth. No partner you’ve been with before has ever made you question whether you could cum from just your tits being touched—with Paul you have to wonder. Why is a priest so good with his mouth? One of life’s mysteries. You cover your own as he tweaks the one bitten nipple between his index finger and thumb, and teethes at the other.

“No—” Paul surprises you, taking his lips off your breast and scolding you, “No, I let you get away with it before. Hand off mouth. I’d like to hear how well I’m doing,” then when you hesitate, his voice gets a little brusquer. His eyes almost seem to—glow? “Off mouth.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and try and get some part, any part of him, against your needy cunt. Paul laughs and lets you chase the substitute for real authentic friction. The laugh reverbs on your tit, against your tummy.

“Please…” your voice is unsteady as you beg. “Please more please more please—”

“More? I wonder what you mean…More of my mouth?” You whine. Somewhere between now and that instant several moments ago when you looked down and saw Paul Hill, tongue out and face wet with your juices, shaking his head and humming obscenely into your clit—whatever was left of your conscious cognitive abilities left your body on his lips.

“Please-” you don’t know if increasing the severity of the plea will get across the message you need it to, but desperation is one of few resources left to you, you might as well try it.

“Ah…Not my mouth. I’m almost hurt. You’ll have to help me get over the wound to my pride, you think you can do that, puppy?”

You make a verbal noise that’s a gasp of consonants, nothing like spoken English.

“Yes? You want to be Father’s bitch? I could see that on you. Collar for me, collar for you.” He’s grinning, intensely pleased with himself, grinding against you now as rhythmically as you are him. “Good girl. Ask me to take myself out now.”

Another keening noise from you. Hopefully Crockett Island both assumes their pastor just has a very uncomfortable stomach cramp, and also forgets how low the cadence of his voice is.

“Dnnn, fck—F’ther—please—” He cocks an eyebrow at you, like he might if you made an off-color joke after Mass, or spilled something on yourself. It’s pure patronizing and you feel yourself clench around nothing at the look of it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak mutt. Try again.” Then for good measure he whispers, hot breath against your belly, “I believe in you.”

“Daddy—Father—please—fuck my pussy…I wanna be good puppy for you.”

His eyes flash, that illusion of gold again, at the sound of another unexpected honorific off your lips. Definitely something to explore later. He can’t resist the warmth of your skin, which is dire. Because if he lets himself go too far with that he’ll draw blood and Satan take the hindmost. He nips lightly at your tummy, just under one of your tits. Breathe, John. Hm. His name. Another secret she doesn’t know. Will there be time to tell her? Will there be a sign to give her the same gift that’s been given him?

He’s awakened from his stupor by you clapping your hands on his shoulder blades, his arms, anything you can reach to tell him without words that you can’t be empty much longer.

“Please take your cock out, Father, please I need you to fuck me.”

He takes a beat just holding your gaze, one of the most erotic moments suspended in time as you've lived it. You see the sheer thirst in him by that look. You see yourself as a meal, a toy, something to be played roughly with and ruined.

The effect is just as devastating on him. Your eyes are lyrical. You actually, truly beg with your eyes.

Finally his hands are fumbling in your periphery to shimmy his underwear at least off his length for his dick to start toward somewhere it can do you both good.

____________ to be continued _______________________________

#my blabber #john pruitt #father paul hill #father paul smut #father paul x reader #hamfam smut #fic tag #nsft

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 14

(Chapter 13; Chapter 15)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

The Visit

Darkness. Red, glowing orbs diving in between your legs. Teeth nibbling and tongue lapping at your folds. Long fingernails diving into the skin of your hips, drawing droplets of blood. Tongue entering your needy cunt. Fucking you. You moan, grabbing his hair, earning a purr from him. His movements gets faster, rougher. So rough, it’s getting uncomfortable. Sharp teeth diving into your skin. It hurts. It hurts so bad, but you’re so close to cum. His teeth get a hold of something, start to pull. The size of a fist. A ripping pain, starting from your uterus, shoots through your whole body. A knot in your abdomen. It tears as soon as the thing gets pulled out of you and you cum. Looking down, panting, with horror in your eyes, you see Sukuna munching on a heart. Your breath stops. The raw muscle. He looks up at you and starts to chuckle. So evil. His red eyes piercing through your mind and heart. His chuckle turns into laughter and as soon as he grabs it with his hand and rises it in front of his face to devour it whole-

You wake up.

With a sharp inhale, you shoot up in your bed, sweating. A cold, wet cloth falls down from your forehead into your lap. It’s dark, the room only illuminated by a candle.

“Shhh” you hear a soft female voice next to you. She touches your shoulder, pushes gently, to lay you back down. It’s the maiden you once met at the well.

“Breathe” she tries to soothe you.

Your eyes are wide open from the panic you felt from this nightmare, as you try to breathe like she says. She smiles softly at you, it helps, but your head hurts.

“What..?” you’re lost in time and space and before she can voice an answer you lift the covers of your bed.

Blood.

She immediately gets up and brings a cotton cloth, wrapping it around her finger and hands it to you.

“Just… put it in there.”

You take it from her, lay back down and push it into your bleeding hole. After that, she motions you to raise your hips in order to put a new sheet under you. You comply and as you do that, you wail in agony. Your whole body is hurting and weak and you remember getting sick.

“What happened?” your voice weak.

“Drink this first.” she holds a cup of some brewed kind of tea to your mouth. You carefully take a sip, before she puts it back next to you.

“You blacked out during the new arrival. You’re sick pretty bad. No wonder, your fever isn’t going down for a week now.” she explains while she wets a cloth with cold water and puts it on your forehead.

The new girl.

You remember.

“When you blacked out, you almost fell down the throne, but Master Sukuna was fast enough to catch you. He carried you back in here. You’ve been sleeping for a whole week.”

He carried me?

You start to feel the pressure from the hole situation going lose, as tears form in your eyes and your lips start to tremble. Covering your face with your hand, you sniff and cry. Feeling her cleaning your thighs from the blood, you start to believe like you can trust her.

“Ah fuck” you say in a thick voice, still sniffing, pushing a chuckle up your lungs.

“Shhh. It’s okay.” she says in a soothing voice.

“What about the new girl? Does he hold a “different kind of interest” for her, too?” you ask. She doesn’t respond, only looks at you worried. “How many are there? You too?“ your voice gets shaky again. She sighs.

“He does have favourites, you know.” she whispers, as she softly pats your forehead with the wet cloth. “He usually spends more time with them and they are allowed to sit up there on his throne with him.”

“I’d rather did not sit up there with him.” you sniff. “What happened to the girl who sat up there before me?”

She gives you a sad look, while she brushes a tear off your face with her thumb. Her wordless answer can‘t mean anything good. Your tears start rolling again.

How could I be so naive?

How could I forget, that I’m just another one of his subordinate?

Forget that I’m not the center of his universe?

Forget, that I’m his, but he’s not mine?

“You need to rest. At least you’re back and conscious.” she says softly. “I know it’s hard. Best thing you can do is try to get over it.”

You huff at her answer. As if that‘s going to be easy.

Knock

Knock

Knock

The noise hurts in your ears.

The maiden gets up and walks to your door. Faintly you perceive whispers, hearing words of “being awake” and “Master Sukuna”. The conversation ends quickly and the door shuts.

“It was Uraume. They told me, that Master Sukuna wants to see you.” she says softly, caressing your cheek.

Oh no.

“He will be here, after attending some business.”

You sigh. Sukuna is exactly the last person you want to see right now. Maybe the fever will kill you, before he has the chance to visit. Hope dies last. You concentrate hard on the pain and your weakness, hoping that it will just end.

It doesn’t end.

Neither your life, nor your pain.

“Try to sleep some more.” the maiden whispers, while she refreshes the wet cloth on your forehead.

You sigh again and close your eyes. Them being swollen from your crying and you being exhausted from everything helps you to fall asleep quickly.

After a while you wake up again, still seeing the maiden at your side. You look around the room. The candle is out, some light falls in through the windows of your room. It’s the next morning.

“He wasn’t here yet” she says. “No nightmare this time?” You softly shake your head.

Where is he?

“Drink some more of this” she hands you the cup with the tea. Brave as you are, you try to drink half of the cup. It tastes bitter and disgusting and it makes you cough.

“I know. My mother always said, that the medicine has to be more bitter than the sickness.” she says with a smile.

“Uff” you try to swallow a few times to get the aftertaste out of your mouth.

“You might want to change the.. you know.” She says, as she hands you a new piece of folded cotton cloth. You groan as you remember that you started your period with one of the most horrifying fever dreams you ever had in your life. She hands you a bowl, in which you put the fully soaked, bloody piece of cloth in, before you insert the fresh one.

“Thank you.” you mumble. She nods with a smile.

You hate that she told you, that he wants to see you. Although you don’t want him to visit, you’re finding yourself to be in this waiting position. Maybe he won’t come after all. It’s been the whole night. Maybe he was busy anyway, probably replaced you already.

That last thought stings in your heart.

The sad thing is: You’re lying to yourself. You want him to visit. More than anything.

The day passes and you find yourself falling asleep and waking up over and over again. Always checking if he’s there or not.

He never is.

And slowly you lose hope, that he will show up at all.

Your head still feels thick and hurts. Limbs are hurting, too. You’re cold and hot at the same time. It’s been a long while since you were that kind of sick. Not even when you were fighting for survival in the past six years.

The maiden doesn’t leave your side. Sometimes you wake up, seeing her sleeping next to you on the ground. You wonder, who ordered her to take care of you.

Uraume or Sukuna?

It’s your last thought before you fall asleep again.

The sound of the door sliding shut.

Such a familiar sound, it’s faintly hitting your ears. You feel bothered by it and turn around to lay on your right side. The wet piece of cloth sliding off your forehead. The maiden probably just went out to get some new cotton cloths or food or something.

You continue to doze off, trying to not think about anything, listening to your breathing. After a few minutes, you feel something tickling at your cheek, caressing your skin and then you recognise it. It’s energy. His energy.

He’s here.

Heart starts to ache and your lips start to tremble again, nose swells, tears ready to go. A hand gently lays on your forehead. It feels your skin, which is probably cold and moist and burning. Fingers so tender brushing over your forehead. Some time passes like this and you don’t dare to turn to face him.

His hand lays flat on your forehead and starts to push. His skin on yours starts getting hotter and hotter, feels as if its burning into your forehead. Suddenly you feel the pain increase, your blood feels like it’s boiling. Your body starts to shiver heavily, feel like you’re going to throw up any second, before all of it gets sucked out of your mind. You inhale sharply, opening your eyes, before he retreats his hand.

The pain is gone.

You slowly turn around, only to see him sitting on the floor right next to your futon, leaning against the wall. The room is dark, candle is not burning. Only some moonlight is coming in through the windows. You can faintly see his face. Sukuna is looking down at you sternly, with wide eyes, almost glowing in the dark just like in your dream. Sad eyes look back to him and brows furrow in sorrow. Silence being as present, as air in this room and after a while, you lower your gaze and decide to break it.

“You’re late” you whisper. He doesn’t respond. One of his right hands lays on the ground, right next to you and you unconsciously reach out for it. Your fingers slowly glide into his hand, picking it up and placing it on the futon. His hand now resting right next to your face, you squeeze it softly and place a kiss on his knuckles, caressing his skin with your thumb, before your wet eyes close again, to fall back to sleep. Not even drifted fully back into unconsciousness yet, you feel his hand slip out of yours and hear him leaving the room.

You can‘t bear the loss of his touch.

You wake up to the sight of the maiden sitting next to you. She’s opened the windows, bright light from outside falls into the room. You’re feeling healthy.

How?

“Uraume ordered me to stay by your side today. You should be fully recovered tomorrow, they say.”

“Mhmm” you hum as you look to the window in the corner, thinking about how he magically healed your bad fever.

“Uhm… Master Sukuna left this for you.” she says as she points to a neatly folded kimono, laying on the floor next to her. You look at it. Mixed feelings stir in your stomach, as you see that it’s once again similar to his. Dark blue edges, deep red ornaments, same obi as his. This time, a black scarf is part of it, too.

“Thank you” you say tired and emotionless.

The day goes by and you keep staring out of the window. There’s a longing in your heart. Something stirs in you of which you think, you must do. The sun sets and you notice some snowflakes getting blown in along with a soft, cold breeze. It must be december now and cold, dark, short days lay ahead.

Your caretaker leaves you something to eat, shortly before she leaves the room, having finished her duty of staying by your side.

You get up, minutes after she left, gently sliding open the door.

It’s about time now.

You listen and then you hear it. The cart on the stone floor. It’s coming your way and you hurry to slide the door shut again. Quietly. After a few moments, you hear the knocking of the door to his chambers. You peek out of your door. It’s the new girl. Anger grows inside your heart, as you watch her walk inside his chambers. You turn around to look at the kimono he left you. Chewing on your lip, you hesitate.

It’s cold.

You decide put it on. With quiet footsteps you walk along the hallway, to his door. Breathing heavily, you rise your trembling hand to knock. Your motion gets interrupted by his energy, placing itself around your wrist and throat, holding you back. You stop.

Muffled sounds of heavy breathing start to creep through the door right into your ears. Heavy breathing turns into female moaning.

Favourite my ass.

Anger bottles up in your heart, as you take a few steps back, not wanting to hear any more of whatever they do in there. You feel anger towards Sukuna, anger towards that girl. You remember all the things he did to you, all those smiles and smirks and soft words he spoke to you.

Was any of it even real?

The soft touch of his hand on your forehead.

Why did he heal me, when he‘s just going to replace me?

Was it just for his own advantage? That you can continue to clean these halls and be his little fucktoy?

You feel used. Another asshole took advantage of you. You didn’t even see it coming and this time, you even failed to be emotionless. So many emotions are involved and you absolutely hate the way he wrapped you around his finger only within a few days. It feels like you forgot what you’ve learned all your life. Growing up in that shithole of a village. Sukuna was your saviour for burning that shithole down and you put him on a pedestal for it, lending him your heart and body, just for him to crush it. It hurts so much, but right now, your anger overshadows it. All of it. You feel so much hate towards his actions right now. Feel so much hate towards yourself, for not being able to actually hate him, his eyes and the warmth he embraced you in.

You think about the thing you felt while looking outside the window this morning, and you can sense how it slowly manifests in your heart and mind.

I need to leave. Now.

#true form sukuna #sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #true form sukuna smut #fanfiction #slowburn #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #true form sukuna x reader #true form sukuna x you #permission #permission chapters

[cas-skz]

Loves Touch

Chan x fem!reader

Two months apart felt like forever and after the night of your reunion, Chan worries he hurt you from his aggressive need for his fiancée

18+!!! MDNI

warnings/what to expect: SOFTY FLUFFFF, mentions of sex, bruising/hickies, I cursed once and used the word pussy so WATCH OUT

BTS & SKZ FIC REQUETS: OPEN

writers note: my heart needed this thank u bye, jk i also wanted to mention that jac didn't check my work so theres probs a lot of errors with grammar. BLAME THE FRENCH I TOOK IN ELEMENTARY ok now bye love you cas xx

"Channie...Please." You quietly whine, eyes barely able to open from how exhausted you were from last night. Your fiancé had been away for the last two months on a work trip and although the dirty talked helped him get through, you were usually left unsatisfied. Chan had quickly made up for that the second he walked in the door, completely ignoring the romantic dinner you had made him and tackling you for round one. You lost count after 6 or 7 rounds, fucking the night away before passing out in bed curled up on Chan's chest.

Your body was sore, covered with bruises and spank marks, your throat sore from his large hands choking you out. Usually you'd be the one waking Chan up with his morning blowjob, but today you laid weakly curled in the blankets, wanting just the comfort of your love.

Of course Chan had other plans. Having not seen the love of his life for so long, he couldn't keep his hands off you. Even when you woke in the middle of the night, his fingers were tangled with yours. The feeling of his fingers brushing gently across your body is what woke you, "Baby.." Chan whispered in your ear, his teeth nipping gently. His body rolled against yours as he tugged at the blanket, peaking in at you, holding the middle finger up to him. Chan laughed, kissing your finger before pressing a lingering kiss into your lips. A small whimper leaves your lips as he moves his towards your neck, placing gentle kisses on the hickeys he had made. “Geez. I did a number on you.” He whispered, his body lifting slightly as he pulled the blankets down slightly, his fingers running over the many bruises that covered your torso. Chan’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes looking down at you with concern. “What?” You question, your voice cracking slightly.

He moved off you, his hand quickly pulling the blanket off, exposing your naked body. You whined his name as he checked your body, flipping you and lifting your limbs while quietly cursing to himself. “Wh-baby, what’s wrong?” You questioned, sitting yourself on the edge of the bed, eyes searching for his as you grabbed his hands. It was your first time seeing your legs, and they were painted with various shades of blue and purple. His eyes finally met yours, tears daring to drop from his beautiful brown eyes. “I hurt you…” His voice trailed, a single tear falling. Your body shot up instantly, your hands reaching for his face. “Baby no…no-” You whisper, thumb gently brushing the tear from his cheek. “Why didn’t you stop me?” Chan interrupted, his hand running through his brown curly hair before he pulled you into a hug. You leaned your head on his bare chest for a moment, waiting for his heart beat to calm. Admittedly, the previous night took top spot for the best sex you’ve had in your 4 year relationship, even if it left you looking like a MMA fighter after a fight. You and Chan had been inseparable and the two months away made you long for each other.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you reach up and press your lips into his, your legs almost giving up a few times, but Chan held you up. “I promise I’m okay honey.” You smiled against his lips, eyes meeting with his. “You fucked me so good…” You giggled, poking at his chest. You spotted a few hickies you had left on Chan and poked them gently. “My pussy is still throbbing.” Chan rose an eyebrow as he looked down at you, the tiniest smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Seriously babe, I promise I’m okay. It was- hot and so fucking good. I wish I had the energy to do it all again.” You say, letting yourself fall backwards onto the bed dramatically. “Have your way with me, my love.” You threw your arm over your face. “Just throw me in a hot bath when you’re done” Chan couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head at your silliness. “Wait here” he said, taking off into the house.

You weren’t sure how long Chan had been gone for, but you had curled yourself back up into a ball with the blanket and drifted back to sleep. When you woke, you were in Chan’s arms, being carried down the hall. Your eyes moved up to his face, raising an eyebrow at the white powder dusted across his brow line. The bathroom was set up with candles, a laptop on the toilet and a plate of pancakes on top of the laundry basket. He made you feel so spoiled sometimes. “Can I just marry you right now?”You asked, placing kisses on his bicep. He shook his head with a small laugh, placing you in the perfectly heated bathtub before climbing in behind you. “Your parents wouldn’t be very happy about that. Especially since your mom can’t stop talking about how excited she is.”

You fit perfectly in Chan’s arms, head resting on his chest as the water covered and soothed your skin. His large hands ran softly along your body, kisses being pressed into your head as you happily enjoyed the movie. He really was everything you wanted in a life partner and even more. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, your eyes dropping to your stomach as you imagine what he’d be like as a father. You swear it made your heart grow even fonder of him. “I probably put a baby or two in you last night” he laughed, as if he was reading your mind about starting a family. You lean up to place a kiss on his cheek, “maybe three, that’s a good number for me.” You giggle, turning his head so your lips could find his. "Two boys and a girl?" He questioned against your lips. "Two boys and a girl." You agreed, happily sharing gentle kisses with Chan

#skz smut #skz fanfic #skz fluff #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #reader x bangchan #bangchan #chan skz #bang chan #stray kids x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fluff #kpop #gratatata

[prosperdemeter2]

WIP Wednesday - watermark

“So I’ve been thinking,” Eddie began nonchalantly, arching his back off the couch until it cracked lightly and then sinking back down, his ankles crossed on the arm of the chair and his knees heavy on Buck’s thighs. He was the table, actually, the two of them making a comfortable T with Buck’s feet resting on the ottoman and his computer warm against the skin of Eddie’s knees. He didn’t really know what Buck was doing, besides coughing at least once every few minutes, but Eddie was just happy he seemed to be doing better. 

Buck hummed but tilted his head in Eddie’s direction, obediently listening whenever Eddie would begin talking. “There’s a first.” He snarked. 

Eddie rolled his eyes with a soft smile - he sounded better, even if his voice was still a bit rough from getting lost in the factory fire just a few days ago. His cough seemed more annoying than painful, now, insistent and refusing to go away. He had drawn quite a few looks when they were out, but Eddie blamed that on the lingering pandemic and not any sort of worry (and on the fact that his partner was stupidly attractive, even with a mask covering his smile from view. It was like a secret, now. One that only Eddie ever really got to see. He refused to acknowledge that it made something primal settle in his stomach). He jostled his knees enough to have the laptop jiggling, Buck’s eyes widening just a bit as he hastened to grab it before it could fall. “Jerk.” Eddie teased. “I’ve been thinking.” He repeated. 

“Dangerous thing, that.” Buck answered automatically, holding his laptop steady in case Eddie decided to do the same thing. 

He did not. 

He did, though, nudge his knee against Buck’s chest hard enough to shock him without injury. “Listen to me.” He whined. 

“If you would talk -.” 

“Evan.” 

Buck frowned, “Why would I be mad?” 

He mimed locking his lips, coughing into a tiny laugh, leaning forward to place his laptop on the coffee table instead of Eddie’s legs. He caught sight of a website screen for a quick second and the next Buck had it locked and shut, the stickers he had haphazardly planted on the cover shining in the overhead light. “How mad would you be if I joined a boxing gym?” 

“Well,” Eddie sunk his teeth into his lower lip. 

“This isn’t another sparring match turned illegal fight club, right?” Buck asked with a joking tinge to his voice. 

The thing was… Eddie knew it was just a thing they did. Eddie teased him about his allergic reaction that had actually terrified them both, Buck teased him about almost fucking up his custody case by joining a fight club. It usually didn’t sting, and, after the week they had, he was 99.9% sure it wasn’t meant to. But, somehow, it had him quieting. So violent, Shannon had said, once, when Eddie had gone back to the karate school he had grown up in on his first leave. I don’t know why you want to go back there. Just to beat each other up again? You’re really that determined to prove your manhood? Buck wasn’t Shannon, and Shannon had hated more than anything that Eddie’s preferred sparring partner was the woman he had gone through training with, but… it had been a hard week, not just for his partner and sometimes falling into old habits was only too easy. Eddie bristled and prepared for an argument that he knew was never going to come. “No,” Eddie said briskly. “I’m not an idiot, Buck, I’m not going to do that again.” 

Buck’s brows rose in his direction and his silence was answer enough. What? His expression said and Eddie flushed, sinking further into the cushions with pink cheeks. “I know that…” Buck trailed off with a shake of his head. “Do you want to join a boxing gym?” 

He should apologize. Buck hadn’t done anything for Eddie to get short with him and they both knew that. “Yeah.” 

“Then join a boxing gym.” Buck rolled his neck and tapped Eddie’s legs until he was sliding them off his lap, standing up with a stretch that had his fingertips brushing against the ceiling. “I don’t control what you do, babe.” 

@wildlife4life 😘

#rewrite #wip wednesday #watermark #buddie #911 fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz

[avatar-anna]

ik this is super vague but could u write something w a black!reader? love ur writing ❣️❣️❣️

Good in Bed

kinda mean harry, but this was fun to write! hope you like it!

We don’t know how to talk, but damn we know how to fuck.

“God, one date! I just want one date!” 

“Y/n, we hang out like every day,” Harry said.

“To hook up or watch you work on one of your stupid projects, or be in one of your stupid projects,” you said.

“I never promised dates when we started seeing each other. We agreed on just hooking up!”

“God, you’re infuriating!” you cried, doing your very best to not tug at your hair. You hated that he had this much of an effect on you. Harry was right, this started out as just hooking up, but it became more, and you knew he knew that. 

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured, brushing his lips across your neck. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone so beautiful. I’m blown away every time I look at you.”

You gripped his hair and tilted your head to the side to give him better access. “You mean that?”

“With my whole being. Please let me paint you.”

“I don’t—”

“Shh. I promise it’ll be worth it,” he said.

Harry was close enough to kiss, close enough to push all the way in, but he didn’t. It made you squirm a little. “Harry, please—”

“Say yes. Say yes first.”

He was so close you could taste it. It made you almost desperate enough to agree. But, “That changes things. We—We would be more—”

“Whatever you want, petal. You can have me however you like.”

“You just said all that shit, didn’t you?” you said now, feeling like an idiot. How could you be so stupid? “Empty words all so you could paint me and stick it in while you're at it.”

“Why are you trying to ruin what we have going on here? I thought you liked our arrangement.”

You did, and perhaps it made you selfish, but now you wanted more. “I don’t know.”

Harry stepped towards you, and you let him, let him tip your chin up to meet his gaze. “We make each other feel good, yes?” You shrugged and mumbled some kind of assent. But that wasn’t good enough for him. He squeezed gently on your chin. “Do I not? You don’t sound sure.”

He was such a cocky asshole. He knew you liked him, liked what he did to you, and now he’d turned this argument into some kind of game. But no matter how good he made you feel, you were still mad, still wanted to argue. So you just shrugged.

“Do I need to remind you? Is that why you started this argument in the first place?” he asked.

Another shrug.

“I’m not going to take you on a date. If that’s what you want, I would seek elsewhere,” he said, lips grazing your cheekbone. “But perhaps I should show you just how crazy you drive me.”

He leaned in, and you kind of hated yourself for it, but you let him kiss you. You practically melted underneath him, sighing even as he only sucked on your bottom lip and left you craving more. Harry’s hands moved down past your waist, squeezing appreciatively until your legs were wrapped around his waist.

You hardly noticed as he moved through his apartment until he sat down, you with him, on a stool.

His studio, you realized. A room you were familiar with, having spent many a modeling session in here. You’d never seen any of Harry’s pieces, though. He was always so secretive about them. Until now.

Your breath hitched, and not just because Harry was nuzzling the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. The painting in front of you was beautiful. Harry caught your likeness perfectly, and yet you looked more ethereal, the white of the slip dress you’d worn looking iridescent.

“Is a boyfriend gonna honor your body this way, huh? Your beauty?”

Harry began unbuttoning your jeans as he muttered in your ear, taking the shell of it between his teeth. Your whole body felt electric with every touch Harry gave you, so much so you’d almost gotten lost in it. Almost.

“It’s not enough. I want to go out, not stay—stay cooped up in your studio all the time.” Getting the words out was hard as Harry kept touching, kept kissing, but you needed to say it. No matter how good he may have made you feel, you still wanted a relationship. And maybe that didn’t align with what he wanted, but that just meant you had to move on. 

If only getting up was that easy.

“I see. You don’t want to go on dates,” he said, making you gasp as his fingers began to move. “You want to be shown off. You want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” you spat, even if they sparked something in your belly. He was twisting your words around, and yet you still wouldn’t stand up. It just felt too good.

“I told you. I’m not going to hold your hand across a dinner table or share popcorn with you at the movies. Go find some boring idiot if that’s what you want. If you want your face hung up in a gallery and have people know just how beautiful you are to me, then stay, but I’m not gonna beg.”

He was acting tough, but you could feel him straining against his trousers. This wasn’t one sided, you made his heart pound as much as he made yours, he was just too stubborn to admit it.

When you didn’t say anything, Harry began to remove his hand, but you quickly put your hand on his wrist, keeping him right where he was.

“No? Finally seeing sense?”

“You’re an ass,” you said, but slouched against him further.

His lips were on your jaw, but you could hardly feel them, could hardly feel anything but his hand moving beneath yours. “Heard that before.”

His free hand snuck under your shirt, tracing patterns in your skin as they moved up your stomach toward your chest. “I’m better—fuck—better off without you.”

Harry chuckled before nipping at your jaw and soothing the spot with his tongue. “Oh yeah?”

“I’m not playing these games with you anymore. I—I know what I want. This is the last time.”

“Heard that before too,” he said before ripping his hands away without any warning.

You let out a broken cry, but the tips of Harry’s fingers were on your mouth, dipping inside and shutting you up before you could speak. He raised a brow at you, that smug, condescending smirk on his face that drove you insane.

“Better make it count then, shouldn’t I? Gotta make you miss me.”

Whimpering around his fingers, you held on tight as he picked you up again, presumably to take you to bed. Harry set you down irreverently, his movements languid as he removed his clothes and joined you on top of his sheets.

A complete and utter tease, that’s what he was. Everything he did was to bring you to the brink, but never quite getting you there—touches that lacked the right amount of pressure, kisses and bites that just missed your most sensitive spots, hands that massaged around the places you needed him most.

Harry wanted you to be the one to pull him closer, to push him in the right direction, to finally give in. You were holding out, but you could only wait so long before you combusted.

In a fit of frustration, you swiveled until you were on top of him, legs on either side of his waist.

His grin was crooked as he took you in, from your head all the way to where your skin met his. “A shame this is the last time,” he said, resting his hands on either side of your hips. “I would’ve liked to paint you just like this. Guess I’ll just have to find someone el—”

In one fluid movement, you shut him up, rocking your hips back and forth in a way that had him closing his eyes. “Shut up. Don’t ruin this for me.”

Harry peeked an eye open, a grin that screamed pleasure on his face. He took a coil of your hair and twirled it around his finger and admired it. “Go on then.”

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Yeah…that wasn’t going to be the last time.

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[kzlove]

warmth

syn -> you decide to help the man that sits in the alley near your home tonight. you don't regret it.

homeless!eren x fem!reader

no warnings!

~

"excuse me?" you called quietly, tilting your head into the alleyway.

not only was this dangerous, but it was entirely too cold to be out here in some goddamn pajamas.

trying to find a man.

who possibly left to find shelter already.

you walked further into the alleyway, clutching your pocket knife in your dominant hand.

"if you see him, don't stab him." you reminded yourself silently.

stab anything else, just not him.

you may ask. what the fuck are you doing out here? at 12 in the morning after a tiring shift at the office??

looking for a homeless man???

yeah. you wanted to know yourself.

but that didn't stop you from searching the alley for him.

you'd see him everyday before work, handing him the leftovers for the lunch you made for yourself.

obviously making much more than necessary, as per usual.

you let it fill him so it wouldn't go to waste in your fridge.

but now you couldn't find him one bit.

you sighed in defeat, leaning against the dirty wall and shivering from the cold air.

someone out there was probably making fun of you.

scratch that.

the world itself was making fun of you.

"excuse me?" you heard someone call out, making you turn and look a bit confused.

you shined your flashlight at them, getting ready to swing with your pocket night if needed.

"that's my spot. can you maybe move? please?" the man asked, pointing to where you were standing.

when you got a good look at his face, your heart jumped.

"there you are!" you smiled, moving from the spot and over to him.

the man looked a bit confused, before his eyes widened in shock. "office lady?" the homeless man questioned.

you nodded, smiling even bigger. so he did remember you.

"what are you doing out here? it's cold." the man stated, looking around a bit.

"the temperature is almost reaching the negatives. i got worried." you said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

the man said nothing in return, offering you a smile.

you watched the way his lip quivered and his body shook ever so slightly, reminding you why you were here.

"right! so i was wondering if you wanted to crash with me?" you began, tilting your head.

" i was in such a rush that i forgot to bring you something to eat today." you sighed, hugging yourself to try and warm up.

the man stared at you for a few seconds, more than likely weighing his options.

"i don't have anything to offer." the man muttered, before having a seat in his spot.

"well yeah, i kinda figured. which is why i wanna help you. come on, please?" you asked, kneeling down slightly.

the man looked up at you, before sighing slightly to himself.

when he stood up, your eyes widened and you began to smile ever so slightly.

"lead the way." he said, putting his hands in his pockets.

seems like the world wasn't making fun of you after all.

~

by time you made it to the house, you had learned his name was eren.

you had been the only one to actually pay attention to him in about 3 or 4 years.

it gave him a will to do something. be something.

you open the door to the house and almost immediately, your german pinscher and munchkin cat came to greet you at the door.

"you're not allergic, are you?" you asked, watching the cat rub on his leg.

eren shook his head, watching you close the door behind him.

"the pinscher is rana, and the cat is pang." you introduced, gesturing to the animals.

eren nodded, petting the dog just a bit. that didn't take long at all.

"i'll show you where the guest bathroom is, and where you'll sleep." you smiled, gesturing for him to follow you.

like a lost puppy, eren followed you with all layers of clothing still on his body.

you presented him the guest bathroom, already stocked with everything he should possibly need to bathe and brush his teeth.

then you showed him the air bed you had set up in the living room for him.

"when you finish, you can watch tv. i have netflix and hulu and all that." you said, showing him the different apps you had on your firestick.

he paid close attention, nodding along.

when you finished, you let him go shower and took his clothes, putting them to wash for him.

you quickly heated up the soup you made before you went to work, grabbing two bowls to put the soup in.

while you waited for the soup to heat up, you boiled some water in order to make tea for your guest.

speaking of, eren walked out of the bathroom wearing the clothes you lent him.

your oversized shirt that read 'pretty little thing' and a pair of sweats that were much too big for you to wear.

it fit him perfectly. well, except for the shirt. it was just a bit baggy on him.

"thank you again." eren said, standing awkwardly in the hallway.

you smiled at him, walking over and running your hands through his long locs.

all the dirt and grime was off of him, leaving him looking even the slightest bit of human.

"you're welcome. glad i could help." you said, tucking a strand behind his ear with a smile.

he nodded, making his way over to the airbed and having a seat.

you had to stop yourself from laughing when he grew a smile from bouncing on it.

"is it comfortable?" you asked, checking on the soup that was still heating on the stove.

eren nodded shortly, crossing his legs and tugging the fluffy covers over his body.

you placed the soup into the bowls, before making your way over to him and handing him one.

"thank you." eren said, placing the soup into his lap before bowing his head and putting his hands together.

you'd seen him do it multiple times when you'd hand him lunch, and continue doing it even after you'd walk away.

you could only assume he was thanking whatever got is out there for the warm food.

it was silent for a few minutes, before eren began to eat his soup.

"you're a really good chef." eren complimented, looking up from his bowl to lock eyes with you.

"thank you eren. i try." you chuckled lightly, eating your own soup.

the two of you had an idle conversation, discussing your own day and the little kitty that gets out of the house down the road.

while you told him bits and pieces of your life, he began telling you bits and pieces of his own.

everything he's seen, the kinds of people he has met through his entire life, and his adventure with a loose pig.

eren was a funny man, despite his situation.

when the two of you finished your soup, he helped you out with the dishes although you said he didn't have to.

once you finished, eren had let out a quiet yawn into his elbow, eyes noticiably drooping.

you looked at him with a short smile.

"you can head to bed, if that's what you'd like?" you suggested, pointing over to the mattress.

eren nodded, climbing back into the bed and laying his head onto the pillow with a quiet sigh.

almost instantly, he was letting out quiet snores while laying on his stomach.

you yawned to yourself, stretching slightly and turning off the lights.

fairy lights were hung in the living room in order to have even a little bit of light.

just in case he had to use the bathroom and couldn't see.

but it was time to get to sleep yourself. hopefully, you'll get to see eren in the morning.

~

im still not rlly used to writing for aot, but im getting there

#eren x reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren yeager #eren fluff #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger #shingeki no kyoujin eren #eren jaeger x reader #attack on titan #aot fluff #aot fanfiction #homeless!eren #hobo eren #hobo!eren

[holylulusworld]

Cabin of love (1)

Title: Cabin of love (1)

Summary: Grump meets cocky.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Square 18 filled for @spnabobingo (expired): Cinnamon/Cardamom/Cloves 

Square 12 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Hot cocoa

Lulus xmas bingo: Square 18: Fireplace  

Winter bingo: Square 6: Grumpy person

Warnings: language, grumpy Dean, a/b/o, cocky reader

Words: 1,2 k

Cabin of love masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Snow. Nothing but snow as far as you can look. 

“Fuck’s sake. I can’t be lost in the woods during winter,” you puff out a huff. Your teeth shatter and you are fairly sure, your toes are frozen.

Looking left and right you try to find out which way to turn. “I only want to reach this fucking cabin.”

You shiver and run your gloved hands up and down your arms while the backpack on your back seems to get heavier by the minute.

“Great. Just great. Why did I want to spend Christmas at a cabin in the middle of nowhere again?”

It’s hard to see when the wind begins to blow snow in your face. “I don’t want to die out here, and for the wolves to feast on my sexy body.”

“Damn. I wonder if my feet will still look sexy with a few missing toes,” you look down at your body and chuckle. 

You groan, crack your neck, and decide to walk left. “I’m going to find this cabin. Even if it’s the last thing I’ll do…”

You stomp through the snow masses, huffing and puffing until your eyes land on a cabin. 

“There it is. My cabin,” you squeal. “Holy shit. I found it. FUCK! YES!!!”

Hurriedly making your way toward the cabin you grin like an idiot. You defeated the snow masses, the woods, and the cold. Now you are standing in front of the cabin, releasing a shuddery breath.

“Cabin of love?” you furrow your brows as you read the name of the cabin carved into the door. “What? I wanted the cabin of solitude, not love. That fucking idiot booked me the wrong cabin.”

“Sonofabitch!” you scream as a man almost rips the door out of its hinges. He growls at you and flares his nostrils. “What are you doing here at my cabin?” He barks.

“Your cabin?” you point a gloved hand at the man. “That’s my cabin. My assistant booked it for me.”

“Lady, this is my cabin,” the alpha steps outside. He smirks as you fight the cold and shift from one foot to the other. “You should call your assistant and fire them. They gave you the wrong information.”

“Sir, I made my way through the woods, snow, and cold to get here. This is my cabin. You can fight me on this, but you won’t succeed,” you snarl at the alpha. “Now leave my cabin.”

“Miss, this is the cabin my father built for my mother before my birth,” the man argues. “See, he called it cabin of love. You ended up at the wrong place.”

“Let me inside,” you point at the door. “It’s ice-cold and I can’t feel my toes. Don’t be an asshole.”

“Sweetheart,” he chuckles darkly, “you shouldn’t call a stranger asshole. Especially when he’s the man standing between you and hot cocoa.”

“Hot cocoa?” you lick your lips. “I’d kill for hot cocoa. Lemme inside and I pay you fifty bucks.”

“Stop demanding shit and I’ll let you inside to warm your feet up. After you had your hot cocoa, you’ll leave this place. I came here for a reason.”

“I’ll not leave,” pursing your lips you hold the alpha’s gaze. “I walked for like three hours. I will not walk back to my car. Did you see all the snow?”

“Did you realize this is not your cabin and that it’s already occupied?” he watches you brush past him. “Hey! You can’t just…” the alpha huffs as you make your way inside the cabin. “Yeah, why don’t you come inside and make yourself home.”

“I’m planning on it,” you drop your backpack to the ground as the man follows you inside his cabin. “Be a sweetheart and make me that hot cocoa you were talking about.”

“What? Lady, this is not a hotel,” snapping your fingers at the alpha you wait for him to make you hot cocoa. “Who do you think you are?”

“Your guest,” you quip.

The alpha just stares at you. “Lady, I didn’t invite you to stay.”

“Don’t act like a caveman,” you use your teeth to take off your gloves. “Be nice, and I’ll pay you for your service.”

“I’m not a peasant,” the alpha grits his teeth. “Lady, I’m warning you. If you don’t—hey!” you drop your coat, scarf, and boots to the ground to hurriedly make your way toward the fireplace. “Don’t litter at my cabin.”

“Don’t yell at me, grump,” you talk back. “I want that hot cocoa.” You sit on the large beanbag in front of the fireplace to get warm and cozy. 

“You can’t just invade my—” the alpha huffs. “I wanted to be alone on Christmas. This includes not having guests at my cabin. You can have the hot cocoa, and then you’ll leave.”

“You’re not nice.”

“I’m not the one invading someone else’s place, miss,” he mutters. The alpha walks toward the small kitchenette to get you a mug of hot cocoa. “I’ll kick her out the moment she finished her hot cocoa. I swear.”

“You know, it’s impolite to mumble, Sir. And you still didn’t tell me your name,” you say. “My name is Y/N. What’s your name?”

“None of your business.” 

“That’s a stupid name,” the alpha huffs as he walks toward the fireplace to hand you a mug of hot cocoa. He even added a few tiny marshmallows. 

“That’s not my name. I just meant that-“ he groans as you smirk darkly. “You’re annoying as fuck.”

“You’re a grump so we are even,” you take a sip of the warm cocoa, moaning at its taste. “The cocoa is good. You’re not a hopeless case then. I taste cinnamon and cloves. But there’s something else.”

“Cardamom,” he grumbles. “Drink up. I want you on your way.”

“I won’t leave,” you state. “You can’t just throw a girl out of your cabin in the middle of a snowstorm. An alpha should protect and care about an omega.”

“You’re not my omega,” he retorts. “I don’t feel responsible for you.”

You harrumph. 

“I’ll drive you back to town. That’s all I can do,” he offers. “You can talk to Singer to book a new cabin.”

“It’s late,” you yawn. “Can I not sleep here?”

“You don’t even know me. I could be a serial killer or something,” he furrows his brows as you start to cackle. “I mean it.”

“Nah, you’re all bark but no bite,” you wiggle on the beanbag.

“How do you wanna know?” he sits on the other beanbag next to you and stretches his bowed legs out to warm his feet. “I could easily break your neck or worse.”

“I got the black belt and you’re a cute puppy,” sipping at your mug you watch the alpha stare into the fire. “Why do you want to spend Christmas alone?”

“My parents booked a flight to Fiji. My brother will spend Christmas at his parents-in-law's place. All of my friends are married,” he shrugs. “I didn’t want to bother one of them. I hate being the third wheel.”

“Hmm…sounds like you are a grumpy alpha on the run,” you carefully get up from the beanbag, balancing the mug in your hand as you walk toward the alpha. “Good thing I’m around now. I’ll help you, big grump…”

>> Part 2

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x you #spnchristmasbingo #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #lulusxmasbingo #Luluswinterbingo #dean winchester SPN #dean x reader #alpha!dean winchester #alpha!dean x omega!reader #a/b/o

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - Day 1

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader Kink: Hate fucking/Spitplay WC : 900(ish) TW/CW: Physical force used, fingering (f receiving), choking, a slap (m receiving), reader called “good girl” once.

Summary: Two rival proteges, one practice room.

The force with which Hongjoong catapults you into the small practice room sends you hurtling into the back wall, head cushioned by the large piece of foam. Not nearly as grand as the practice rooms in the dance studio, the vocal rooms each held a small electric piano, mirror, and stool with enough room for maybe three people maximum. Not that three people were needed for your current activities. The door slams shut with a heavy click, sealing sound inside the room, a trickle of light guiding Hongjoong to where you lean, panting. He laughs and wobbles his way to you, wiping your saliva from his lower lip. “Will you just admit that you do this shit on purpose?” “Will you admit that you like it?”

To the other Gala attendees it simply looked as though you and Hongjoong had a healthy, friendly rivalry. It had been set up that way on purpose. Even your mentor had laughed knowingly as you’d chased after Hongjoong to continue your ‘debate’, “they do best after a good fight.” Nothing better for innovation than competition, or at least if you believe capitalists. Both of you talented young musicians, producers, performers, set under the care of the same mentor to battle for attention and affection and ultimately credits on records and funds. Hongjoong the edgy passionate introspective artist. Always ready to dive down deep into his work, getting completely lost to a fault. You, the proper student. Equally as passionate but restrained, trained, polite. The street dog versus the purebred. Little did they know even purebred dogs bite.

“Fuck you,” his hands slam into either side of the wall around you. His brows lowered, eyes gazing up at you, about to devour you whole. “You wish.” You snear. Hongjoong inches closer. Reflexively you close your eyes, waiting. All you feel is the light brush of his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. “I know we aren’t here to rehearse.” He hisses, you can taste the alcohol off his breath intoxicating you. “Not that I've ever seen you in one of these very late unless…” he backs off a little and cackles. “Fuck you.” Your spit hits his mouth. Slowly he presses his lips together, smashing the droplets into his tender skin, curling up into a smirk. ”At least we can agree on one thing.” Your lips attack each other, messy and needy. Tongues and teeth clashing carelessly together in the dark room. Hongjoong’s hips pin yours to the upholstered wall, grinding against you. Not the first time this month, or even this week that the two of you occupied a tiny practice room late at night together. An illicit affair wrapped up in a fucked up mind game. The game is almost funny. Both of you pretending that the two of you that either one of you isn’t just as desperate as the other. Not acknowledging it was almost a courtesy as though the shedding of one mask would simultaneously reveal the other person. When you are swapping spit and cum it’s impossible not to taste the neediness of the other no matter how many emotions you bury it under.

“You think I’d have fucked some sense into by now.” Hongjoong is breathless but still rattling on. “That’d take talent.” You shoot barbs back, watching them bury and sting him. Hongjoong feels his blood boiling, letting you get under his skin. He wants you to do it, to hurl his fears at him in hopes that it would be something worse than what he’d told himself too many times before. It was a maddening exercise in futility. There was nothing you could say that he had not already said to himself.

Hand disappearing under the velvet skirt of your dress he yanks the hem upward in one smooth motion, clingy velvet fabric bunching at your waist, exposing your naked mound to the cool air. “No panties?” Hongjoong licks his lips, eyes raking over your body, pleased with his reformation of your formerly neat look. “Underwear lines.” You snarl, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him back towards you. “Liar. You wanted this when you were getting all dolled up.” “Horny little freak, imagining me getting ready.”

His lips lock around yours again, slipping his hand between your thighs. “Takes one to know one.” He takes his sweet time circling your clit, middle finger just barely playing with your entrance. You whimper and whine trying to angle your hips to capture him. He’s aggravating. You hate how he can read you like he does. You hate that he never second guesses. You hate that he’s always right. You groan, teeth bared. Hongjoong snickers. “Look who’s wishing now.” “Fucking ass.” “Not tonight but now that I know it’s on the table…”

Your open palm connects soundly with his cheek. The sound is just as sharp and sudden as the movement. His hand flies just as swiftly under your chin, catching your jawline and cutting into your blood flow. Your gasp, spine arching away from the wall, pressing your torso even tighter to him.

“Do that again and I’ll cum all over your dress and make you walk around like that the rest of the night so everyone knows what kind of good girl you really are.” His other hand still works your clit, two fingers sliding suddenly and easily inside your hole. It feels good and dangerous and new and scary and exciting. You laugh, an airy choked chuckle. “You wouldn’t.” His eyes flash, “try me.”

Tonight, you just might.

i wanted to keep writing this one but also then i’d get stuck on it. i love angry hongjoong too much...

#hongjoong smut #ateez smut #february filth fest #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x you

[imprettytired]

Hi! This is my mammon centered Obey Me! Fanfic

This is also a cross post on my Wattpad (PrettyTired8) and my AO3 (which I don't have yet but it will be crossposted when I get one! Update: I have one it's ImPrettyTired)

If you enjoy please like it helps me know if I should post the next chapter.

Tw mentions of disorder eating, drinking, self harm, and arguing.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 1-

When Mammon heard someone banging on his door he knew it wasn't good. It was never good. He felt a throbbing headache as each bang only seemed to amplify the pain. Whatever was being said to him was muffled and unintelligible and yet he knew exactly what was going on.

He tried to tell whoever was outside the door to stop, though for a split second it had seemed as if he had lost his voice. The smell of alcohol hitting his nose as attempted to say something became a clear indicator that he was just hungover.

Finally after a few seconds he croaked out:

"I'll be down there in a minute."

His throat burning as he said it. He hears the footsteps fading as he forces himself off the bed. His lights nearly blinding him when he turned them on.

Mammon decided to take his sweet time. He knew some sort of punishment awaited him so why not? It would only mean less times with his siblings and is that really a bad thing? It might be better if he skips breakfast entirely.

He stood in the shower trying desperately to distract himself, he felt all the terrible thoughts he tried to erase come back to him

"Worthless"

"Greedy"

"Scummy"

Any attempt to silence the voices only made them grow louder.

"Die"

Hits his head with a closed fist a few time. It hurts but it helps him get out of his head, even if it's for a short while.

He finally gets out of the shower and begins brushing his teeth hoping to get the alcohol smell from his mouth.

He puts on his RAD uniform, and heads down stairs

He feels his brothers eyes on him as soon as he walks in. He didn't look up as he didn't want to look at his family.

"Look who's finally awake." He didn't bother with a response

"Could you have taken any longer?"

It was Satan who sounded quite annoyed at Mammon's arrival

"Yes, yes I really could" he thought.

"I was just tired"

"Tired? Or hungover?" Said Asmo.

"Can I not be both?" He thought while glaring at his shoes.

"Just tired." He mumbled

"Are you hungry? You weren't at dinner last night." He looked up, it was Beelzebub, his younger brother.

"Oh fuck" he thought. He forgot he didn't have dinner last night

"Nah I ain't hungry, and I ate while I was out. You can have my food if ya' want"

That was a lie of course unless alcohol counts as a food in that case he had a full course meal.

"Thanks!" Beel beamed.

The room was filled with silence once again

"I'll see ya' later"

He walks out not wanting to make things worse for himself. As he was leaving he hears the room fill with laughter and conversation once again almost as if he was the issue.

His mind racing with only negative thoughts as he heads to school.

----

Mammon doesn't really enjoy school. He doesn't see the use and even if he did, he can't get himself to do the work.

Being hungover and hungry doesn't help much. He placed his head down as a useless attempt to relax himself.

"Mammon" his teacher calls out

"What?" He snapped, though he didn't mean for it to come out like that.

"Can you try to be like your siblings and answer this? Correctly?

He heard stifled laughter from the class

He looked up at the board. He actually know the answer but hates the snarky remark that come with the question.

So he chose to put his head back down and pretend that the teacher wasn't talking to him.

"You know that's better than most answers I get from you" he heard the teacher mumble.

Even when sitting in the back he could still hear.

He chucks the pencil and it barely misses the teacher hitting beside him he gets up and walks towards the teacher

"Say that again you piece of-"

----

Sometimes Mammon feels as though he doesn't think about the consequences of his actions

If he steals something he could get punished, if he takes out a loan that he knows he won't be able to pay back, he'll probably have to deal with someone who wants their money.

And he tries to fight his teacher for "no apparent reason" he would have to answer for it.

Mammon now stood in the student council room, looking everywhere but the two people in front of him.

"Mammon do you have anything to say for yourself" Diavolo said calmly but clearly annoyed.

"I never liked that class."

"Mammon just because you dislike the class does not give you the right to try and fight your teacher" said Lucifer, trying his hardest to not slap his brother right then.

"Maybe he shouldn't had said nothing "

"Look Mammon you seem stressed, if you truly hate the class that much we can get you placed in a different one, but I expect you to apologize" Diavolo said.

"I'm not apologizing." He watched Diavolo and Lucifer grow more inpatient at his childish act.

Mammon wanted to be anywhere but in this room

Mammon started walking away. He heard his brother telling him to come back but he kept walking out.

"If it bothers ya' that much you can say sorry for me" then he left.

----

Mammon now sat by himself on a rooftop. It was the best place to be alone with no one to bother you. He goes up here to be alone. After leaving RAD he sat up here and thought about everything. He skipped his last classes and it was now after school. There's some people leaving while others staying for club activities.

Which reminded him that he has a student council meeting today. Which only added to his growing frustration.

He should apologize to Diavolo. Not because he feels bad but he would rather avoid dealing with his older brothers anger for what he did. Lucifer will still be absolutely livid but it may help a small bit if he says sorry before he gets home.

He remembers why he was drinking yesterday. He had broken some stupid vase and while normally he he was just as annoyed with himself as everyone else

He laid down, recalling the previous day.

"Why couldn't you have just watched where you we're going you idiot" mammon thought as picked up the pieces of the vase from the floor

"Why do they keep you around if you keep doing stuff like this?" He was now clutching at the pieces in his hands. It must have been to hard though as they began to bleed, but instead of being he was quite calm. Then he decided to go out for drinks.

He then remembers how he has behaved today. Not like his usual self. He doesn't want anyone to worry.

----

He stood in the doorway and watched everyone get ready for the meeting.

"Lord Diavolo?"

"Oh Mammon I just sent Lucifer out to do something" with his signature grin almost as if he had forgotten their previous exchange

Or as if he was trying his hardest to hide his irritation.

"I'm sorry"

"He should be back soon though" Diavolo said slightly confused.

"No I'm sorry for leaving while you were talkin' and for getting so upset, I just didn't want to admit you two were right"

"Oh"

Everyone in the room seemed genuinely caught off guard by his apology. Then Leviathan began laughing.

"Are you saying this to avoid Lucifer's punishment. You know that's not gonna work right? You idiot."

Mammon caught himself before he could yell back.

"Can I not be sorry? I admit I was wrong am I not allowed to?"

The room was silent once again.

"I'll apologize to that teacher later but I don't think he wants to see me right now."

"I'll accept your apology." Diavolo said while patting his back.

Then Mammon sat down and looked around his eyes landing on Lucifer walking into the room towards Diavolo. He has no clue how long he had been there. Secretly hoping he didn't hear the apology, but judging by Lucifers eyes landing on Mammon during whatever Diavolo was saying to him he seriously doubted that.

He stared at his hands for the rest of the meeting.

---

His punishment wasn't nearly as bad as he expected. Sure the lecture was long and being hung upside down was uncomfortable but it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. Guess apology might have helped more than he was expecting.

He sat in his room with a knife in his hands he wanted the feeling he got when the glass was had cut his hands. he wants to feel happy.

Or at least he wants to feel something

"This is so stupid" he thought as he stared down at the knife. "I'm really stupid" he made three cuts: one on his palm, one on his wrist, and one on his upper arm. He had only ment to make one yet the feeling he got drove him to make more.

It hit him what he had just done as he quickly started to wash his wrist and the knife and place bandages on the cuts.

He turns off the lights and crawls into bed. He wasn't going to sleep though. He began to cry and only stopped once he fell asleep.

He forgot dinner again.

#omswd #satan #asmodeus #belphegor #beelzebub #diavolo #obey me leviathan #mammon #obey me #mammon angst #swd mammon #obey me lucifer #shall we date barbatos #swd diavolo #swd beelzebub #swd leviathan #obey me shall we date

[lix-ables]

⌜𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.⌟

pairing — lee minho x reader, han jisung x reader

wc — 1.9k (i know i said 1.5 but oops)

ratings — 18+ minors dni.

taglist — @chvnnie @hwajin @fluffysam @chaezzii @starlostseungmin @joonszn @evqans   @niinjo @lixhues  @fthan @asuna35​  

genre — smut, includes mentions of  thigh riding, blow job, gagging, use of pet names, slight degradation (reader gets called whore, etc), ji is a teeny bit bratty, lots !!! of !!! teasing !!!

note. —  @/chvnnie​ and i have a heck lot of minsung brainrot, and this need to be written, but also because this was way overdue, i really hope y’all like it. ♡

back to masterlist.

© lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

minho was having a bad day, and he needed to head back home before he lost his senses. he knew he would feel better when he was in your arms, your fingers raking through his fluffy hair, almost making him close his eyes and sleep, his weight pressed on you. those being the days he wanted to be nice to you, of course. on other days, well. he’d fuck you senseless. but today, he just wanted to bury his face into the crook of your neck, knowing the sweet smell of the cherry blossom lotion you used would make him feel better. 

when he walked through the door, minho was hit with what felt like a mini tornado or a hurricane — he could never figure out the difference — but the warm embrace and the feel of your small hands wrapped around him waist made him forget why he had a bad day in the first place, also forgetting to set his bag down. “hey, baby.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your hair, his fingers caressing your head in the process. 

“how was class today?”

“hmm? oh tiring, i need a nap,” minho mumbles at your question, and you frown, pulling away to look up at him, a hand reaching to brush his hair away from his face. “are you okay? do you need me to do something?”

“no angel, where’s ji?” he asks, moving into the living room where he finally set down his bag, and then turns to face you. “he went to get something, didn’t say what,” you whine in protest, being bored left alone. it wasn’t like it had been long since jisung was gone, just ten minutes, saying he’d be back before minho got home. “what did he say he was going to get?” minho reaches for you, pulling you along with him, plopping on the couch, letting you straddle his lap. you fingers almost immediately reach to play with the hem of his dress shirt, getting distracted easily. 

“baby, i asked you something, i need a response,” minho whispers firmly, his eyes on you, his hands wrapping themselves around your wrist. your eyes wouldn’t look at him even for a second, fingers still holding on to his shirt. “can you stop getting distracted please? look at me,” his hand reaches to lift your chin so that you were now looking at him directly. “should i ask jisung, or are you going to tell me?” his free hand moves to grab his phone from the side, ready to dial jisung’s number, his stare still on your face, more likely your lips and how you kept biting them.

now if this was any other day or time, he’d lean in to grab your bottom lip between his teeth, ready to let your moans fill his ears, but not today. today for some reason in particular, you were acting bratty, and he had half the mind to call jisung and ask him, which he was anyways going to do. “i gave you a chance, darling. i’m sure you wouldn’t mind me asking him then.” minho smiles, jisung’s number being shown on the screen, setting the phone on your thigh, and you just stare.

“hey, min. what’s up? you home yet?” jisung’s voice fills the room, the only voice that’s being heard right now, and you whine. of course, jisung hears this and lets out a chuckle. “hi baby, did you tell minho what you did for me to come out and not be there when he got home?” you let out another whine, rubbing yourself on the man under you, who held you in place, his grip tight. “stop moving darling, and tell me what you did,” minho’s hand moving to rest on your clothed stomach, his palm flat. 

“our pretty baby here, tried to act all smart, didn’t you hm?” jisung’s voice sounded hushed almost. “tried touching herself when we clearly told her not to, and now i’m out here getting a present for her, even though i’m supposed to be punishing her.” while jisung was saying this, minho stared at you, his gaze dark, his grip on your wrist getting tighter, until he lets go. “get back home, ji. now. and bring whatever it is that you bought.” his fingers reach to caress your face. 

“if its a reward she wants, then that’s what she’ll get. won’t you baby?” minho cuts the call, his phone thrown to the other end of the couch, and you’re still sitting on him. you bite the inside of your cheek, still not wanting to look at him. “what have we told you?” minho tuts, his hand moving to your waist, your hips being moved with his help, and you let out a mewl, you eyes closed. 

“a-ask for permission?” you let out, itching to grab minho’s shoulders and ride his thigh, knowing he would anyways stop your movements. just like he was doing right now. “did i ask you to fuck yourself on my thigh?” he tilts his head a bit. “didn’t even ask for permission, behaving like a brat, this is new. we’ve taught you better haven’t we?” 

you could only whimper out a response, pressing your clothed pussy onto his thigh a bit more, getting needy by the minute, and minho’s words didn’t help one bit. “p-please...need to-” “need to what? cum?” minho clicks his tongue, running it along his teeth, leaning closer to your face when you nod slowly. “the fact that you’re bold enough to assume im going to let you touch me, or yourself, is amusing,” his fingers wrap around your neck, tilting your head to the side, before pressing a kiss to the skin, making shivers run down to your wet core. “always so needy, always want us to fill you up.” 

you hear the door open and minho lifts his face from your neck, looking in jisung’s direction, who stood at the entrance of the living room, watching both of you. “thought we were gonna punish her,” he mumbles and sets down a bag in front of minho. “oh we are,” minho nods at the bag, “just not yet. it’s no fun when it lasts only a couple minutes, is it now, baby?” 

jisung continues to mutter something under his breath, walking into the kitchen, making minho sigh. “what was that?” “nothing, min.” he nudges your leg with his knuckles, the cold feeling making you purr at the boy under you, and you get off him, kneeling down, almost ready to sit down completely. “don’t make me punish you as well. i will not be having two brats in this room.” jisung walks out, sitting opposite minho, his hands resting on the sides, and stares at you, a soft ‘sorry’ leaving his lips. 

minho’s gaze returns to you, and he leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “i’m going to let you touch me, just this once. do anything other than what i tell you, and i won’t let either of you cum for the next week.” jisung groans at the comment, his nails digging his skin. “why am i getting punished as well?” “did i say i was going to do it? i said if she doesn’t listen, you won’t get to cum,” minho smiles, his fingers working nimbly at the belt, unsnapping the button, and you sit up on your knees again, ready to please him. your eyes looking up at minho’s face, and you lick your lip. you wanted to kiss that smile, but he wouldn’t let you. “eager are we?” 

you move closer to the point it seemed like you were moving into the couch, hands creeping up to his thighs, rubbing small circles on his jean material, while his hand reaches to remove his cock from his pants, stroking it once, twice, like he was teasing you. a groan escapes jisung’s lips at the sight in front of him, and his hand moves to palm his boner, head thrown back a little, still watching minho. “are you getting needy too, angel?” minho raises an eyebrow to jisung, watching his fingers fiddling with the string on his sweatpants. jisung nods, running a hand through his hair, ready to get his cock out as well, his eyes now watching you. “go help him, doll,” minho whispers to you, his free hand tugging your hair, while his other hand gathered the precum that was now glistening at the tip and spread it all over. 

you whimper, standing up, walking over to jisung, trying your best to ignore the sticky feeling in between your legs, kneeling in front of him, and he sits up, his fingers already teasing his cock. his other hand reaches for your face, to caress it, and you kneel in front of him, ready to help him out, ready to make him feel good. by now you were ready for anything, something. 

“c’mere baby, shit—” jisung whimpers when your fingers wrap around his cock, your thumb working to rub the tip, making sure to give attention to all of him. jisung’s sounds was the best thing you’d have heard, you always thought. the way he’d be so vocal about anything he wanted, but also being aggressive at the same time, the way he would just whine when you paid attention to a certain area, and also make you choke on his cock, his fingers gripping your hair, bunching it up.

“stop teasing him, love, or you won’t get anything,” minho’s voice calls out from behind you when your tongue darts out, licking a single stripe along the length of jisung’s cock, earning a small hiss from him. he bit his lip, stopping himself from making anymore sounds. your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the sweatpants hoping it would come off, but you didn’t mind. your lips wrap around his tip, and jisung’s fingers bunch up your hair in his hand in a second, his hips bucking into your face. “fuck,” he curses, “wanting my cock in your mouth since forever, haven’t you? always wanting something to suck on.”

“now now, ji,” minho strains, his voice broken, his breathing heavy. “don’t be mean to her.” his fingers still work on his cock, stroking it lazily, his eyes on your head bobbing on jisung’s cock. “if she wants to be a whore that she always is, let her.” you moan around jisung’s cock, and he lets out a groan, a sudden movement of his hips bucking making you gag. “look at you, doll. you like it when someone calls you a whore, don’t you? all so pretty when your mouth is occupied hm?” minho hisses, his hand moving faster on his cock. “i bet you want him to cum in your mouth, huh? swallow everything up like a good little pet you are.” 

you whine, pulling jisung’s cock out of your mouth, rubbing his cock, squeezing the tip occasionally, until you feel a pair of hands lift you up, and help you out of your underwear, the cool breeze making you let out a silent cry. “keep going, pretty. you wanted to cum, didn’t you? gonna make you cum all night long, or not at all.” minho’s fingers slide up and down on your slit, collecting your arousal, before moving up to your clit and pinching it. “what’s in that bag, baby?” he whispers to jisung, who’s face was scrunched up, fingers stroking your hair. “got her a pretty little pink collar. glitter and all. fuck, won’t she look pretty in it? all messed up and ruined, hm?” the last question was directed to you, and you mewl, when minho moves closer, his fingers pushing into your core, once. just that once.

“go wear it darling,” minho whispers into your ear, his fingers still working on your clit until he stops abruptly. “i want to see you fall apart on our cocks wearing that pretty little thing.”

#skz hard hours #skz thoughts #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids smut #lee know hard hours #lee know hard thoughts #lee minho smut #lee know smut #stray kids han smut #han jisung hard thoughts #skz han smut #han jisung hard hours #han jisung smut

[the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis]

saving jacob (pt. 9)

i am still rewriting new moon! if you're reading part nine of this series, you know the drill. enjoy!

(series masterpost) (prev. chapter)

if you'd asked bella yesterday what she thought a werewolf strategy meeting looks like—

actually, she has no idea what she would've said. she's sure, though, that it wouldn't have been this.

no one snaps to attention when sam announces they need to talk strategy. paul plucks a banana out of a bowl on the table and tips his chair back onto its legs. jared sighs, and reaches for his wallet, to start flicking crumpled bills toward embry's insistent grin.

sam himself doesn't follow up on the proclamation, just hops up to perch on the counter and takes a huge bite of muffin.

it's emily, squeezing sam's knee as she walks past toward the coffee machine, who speaks.

okay, she says, what changed?

sam, cheeks still bulging with muffin, waves the pastry at jacob.

he stiffens slightly—but he doesn't move from his spot on the wall next to bella, his arm still wrapped tight around her shoulders.

(her cheeks aren't burning, she tells herself, as all the eyes in the room shift towards them. they aren't. there's nothing to blush about—)

we found out what the bloodsucker wants, jacob says. it's hunting bella.

emily's lips press together. bella can't quite stop herself from wincing when the other girl's stare sweeps over her, sharp enough to cut—

she drops her own gaze to her feet. her socks don't match, she realizes dimly. and there's a hole fraying just above her left pinkie toe.

paul snorts. yeah, according to bella.

his voice doesn't tremble, the words mocking instead of the outright snarl of the morning. bella hears jaws snapping all the same.

paul... jared starts.

the other boy just raises his voice. i mean it! we're taking her word for this because, what, she hooked up with a completely different leech? who we've been told to trust has nothing to do with this one?

jacob's arm tightens around bella's shoulders. she wouldn't lie to us, paul. come on.

that doesn't mean she's right, he snaps, and bella can feel jacob stiffen and inhale even as embry mutters something about knocking it off for five fucking minutes guys—

she can also feel the back of her neck prickling. persistent, uncomfortable. she drags her eyes up, teeth gritted in preparation to meet more of emily's too-sharp scrutiny—

but the other girl is sipping coffee and frowning at paul, just like everyone else except...

sam.

he doesn't raise an eyebrow, when she meets his gaze. doesn't tilt his head. his fingers keep steadily folding the muffin wrapper into neat triangles. but his eyes...

edward killed her mate, bella blurts.

it cuts through paul's braying laugh, jared's soft groan. beside her, jacob pauses with teeth half-bared.

sam's lips quirk into a tiny smile. bella swallows, trying not to overthink that—but words are tangling on her tongue—

mate? jared asks. she swallows again.

yeah. james. he was...last spring he tried to. um. kill me. the cullens killed him instead, and i guess now victoria wants...wants...

she's in the ballet studio, fire searing her wrist, clawing ravenously toward her heart.

no. in the meadow.

victoria leans in, brushes her face with bruising fingertips. her hair falls around them until all bella can see is red, red, red, and she whispers—

if he feels even a fraction of what i did—

revenge? embry asks quietly.

it feels like too small of a word. bella nods anyway.

jacob's arm around her is almost tight enough to bruise, but she can't bring herself to be upset. without him, without the weight crushing her into this moment, she'd spin out entirely. lost in the panic, the pain—

it would explain the meadow, jared says.

feet whispering through dry brown grass, or is it just static in bella's ears, sweat seeps ice down her spine—

hm, paul grumbles. pauses.

the silent sky presses down, victoria doesn't move, doesn't even breathe, bella lets her eyes slip closed, lets her lips shape a name.

so we've got bait, jared says.

bella is not bait! jacob actually does let go of her at that, wrenching off the wall like he's about to lunge towards jared—who just shrugs.

you know what i meant.

cold scrapes down bella's neck, settles around her bare shoulders. she shudders.

but she's back in her body, back in now, heart hammering in her ears, tongue dry and cottony and still oddly sweet with the aftertaste of coffee.

sam isn't looking at her anymore, but there's something over-practiced, something studied, about how he stares at jacob and not at all at her.

what bella does is her choice, he says.

the base of bella's skull itches, a nagging feeling there's a hint here she's supposed to pick up. but she's still flattening her feet against cool wood floor and being shocked at every point of contact—

it's not actually her choice if she doesn't know all the details! jacob's voice rises uncomfortably sharp, shoulders climbing toward his ears as he whirls on sam.

the older boy doesn't waver. well please then, jacob, explain it to her.

bella can't see jacob's face, just the ripple of his hair as he juts his chin up defiantly--

and then slumps.

sam doesn't look satisfied, just profoundly exhausted, as jacob slouches back down onto the wall. that works too. bella?

she wrenches her gaze off jacob. (his eyes are locked on the floor anyway, arms crossed so tightly she can feel it like a lump in her own throat.)

what? she spits, surprised by how much venom she musters. one of sam's eyebrows twitches up.

this vampire. we've been chasing her off when we can, but she's fast.

that's one word for it, jared mutters. sam tips his head. at first bella thinks it's acknowledgment, but it must be permission too, because jared straightens, propping his elbows on the table and steepling fingers under his chin.

it's not just about fast, he continues.

his gaze finds bella, and she forces herself to meet that, too. (she's getting a little dizzy with the intensity in all these eyes--jared's are so black, even with the beam of sunlight slanting across them, that she can't make out pupils at all.)

she's a step ahead, always. we switch up patrol routes daily, but she still knows exactly when and where we're coming for her.

bella's throat is dry. pale hands flash in her mind's eye, clutching a pencil, puppeted across a sketchbook page--

she could have a...a gift, she says. like, superpowers.

oh, jacob says next to her, shit. mind-reading.

she's sure she's blushing now. jared's brow furrows, his eyes darting toward sam.

yeah. bella's neck crawls. she doesn't look at jacob. doesn't let herself think about secrets, about names. or um, another one of the, the cullens, she sees the future.

fuck! paul slams his chair fully back onto the ground. sam, can i quit now? the bloodsuckers see the future, i wanna quit.

sam doesn't even dignify that with a look, he and jared still locked in some wordless conversation.

it's embry, spinning a bracelet around his wrist, who glances up and offers bella half a smile. it's better to know, though.

she's not sure how much she believes him.

he's right, emily proclaims, shifting against the kitchen sink. her frown pulls her whole face sideways. it's not good news, but at least we know to plan for it now.

oh, paul grits, right. we plan for the leech seeing our every move.

i don't think she's... bella starts, then falters. she doesn't think—but she doesn't know either, does she?

enough.

sam isn't particularly loud, but there's something about his voice that slices through the room, razor-cuts the conversation into clean halves. silence settles.

this doesn't change anything, he says.

bella's half-expecting argument, watching paul grit his teeth. she half wants to start it herself. but sam's eyes sweep the assembled faces, and there's some steel in him that silences any of her objections.

i hear you all, but listen. jared--

yeah. the other boy straightens seamlessly. we're already counting on her slipping up and underestimating us, right? now we just keep in mind that she probably knows where we'll run into her. maybe we break into more groups so we're closer together, get backup quicker.

do you have the numbers for that? emily asks. jared shrugs--but it's embry who answers, soft, tracing the grain of the table with one finger.

we'll have quil any day now.

there's a moment of silence. a slight flinch out of the corner of bella's eye--sam.

with a stab of guilt, she remembers quil, walking alone down a rain-spattered road. abandoned by his friends, because they didn't want him in their world--

even without him, jared says, we can make it work if we shrink the boundaries.

how--oh. no! jacob spits.

it's not up to you. jared pins bella with a look. she's after you, right? so you stay in la push. we don't have to worry about forks anymore, and we get an ocean boundary.

bait, bella whispers, lips tingling.

not really. jared grins. it's crooked, devastating. now, if you felt like standing on a strategically-located cliff with some open wounds--

alright, sam sighs. slow down, jared. bella?

she looks over. that horribly condescending kindness is back, softening the edges of his eyes.

it's entirely your choice. if you want to stay in forks, we won't stop you. but we also can't pull protection from la push. she must have figured out by now that we're from here. i will not leave our families undefended.

bella thinks of renee's voice, shaky over telephone lines. sam's throat bobs as he collects himself.

if you're here, we know the area better, and we can move much more freely. she hasn't made it into town proper once. it's less likely she gets past us, and we're closer if she does.

beside her, jacob sighs quietly. sam ignores it, but his nostrils flare.

i'm not saying it's entirely risk-free. we can't make you any promises.

bella crosses her arms. (renee's fear is still crackling in her ears--it wasn't real then, but--)

what about charlie?

sam's eyebrows tick up a hair. a grudging respect filters into his gaze.

it's jacob who speaks. we can let my dad know. it's march madness, i'm sure between him and harry they can keep him down here most of the time.

alright. sam tips his head. bella?

she swallows. her left hand aches, frostbite and burn, deeper than the scar--down to the bone.

alright, she echoes.

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#saving jacob #is this original content? #team jacob #lord this one's plot-heavy. and very little jacob. but i had fun! #also. fun fact. if u consider the exponential increase in time btwn updates on this fic #the next update is due two years from now. so look forward to that? #jk #(or am i) #also. just so u all know. i am a paul lahote STAN #i think he's the reader-insert character we deserved #bella's fucking crazy. he's the most rational person in this entire series #he just wants to be mad abt the insanity & eat doritos! #thank you for coming to my ted talk

[anto-pops]

I almost thought you forgot me 😭 jk lol

Actually I just thought the Tumblr monster ate my ask and it didn't go through. But here we are with the next part. Maybe next time I can tell you how many parts are left, but there's still quite a bit for me to write down...haven't even gotten to the "good" part 😏

Please enjoy ❤️️

"I'm just making sure," Sebastian started off, moving back up to meet your eye, his voice low and dripping with desire, "everyone truly knows, who you belong to, love."

You barely heard his words, as his cock teased you right at your entrance and you took the opportunity to move lower, his tip slipping right into you, earning a threatening groan from the man above you.

You saw him struggle to pull out again, intoxicated by the feel of your warm and soft walls enveloping him, but he did so anyways, now looking at you with a dangerous glint in his dark brown eyes. "Someone's eager, hm?" He whispered, the hand that was just teasing your nipple, now moving back up, to wrap around your throat again, this time adding a bit of pressure to it.

You were about to lose your fucking mind, you just wanted him to grab you tightly and fuck into you, making you topple over the edge in no time. You knew he could do it. He was that good.

But today seemed like Sebastian would pull everything from his bag of tricks to make you squirm beneath him.

He leaned down right to your ear, his hot breath tickling you.

"You've been such a good little slut for me, you'll be able to wait for me to fill you up just a moment longer, won't you? I need to finish this."

At this point, with his hand slowly adding more and more pressure, he could ask you anything - really anything - and you would agree in a heartbeat, if it meant he would finally fuck you into the mattress.

"Yes! Yes, I'll be good," you answered a bit too eagerly.

"Let's make sure, you can keep this promise."

Suddenly he held up all his weight through the hand on your neck and you were sure you'd either lose consciousness in the next second or combust - maybe both - while his other hand grabbed his wand off the nightstand.

You didn't even notice it, until you heard him whisper a spell.

"Incarcerous."

Thick velvety ropes wrapped around your wrists and yanked them above your head, the ends of it tightly knotted to the bedposts.

You yelped in surprise, ripped from whatever fantasy your mind just conjured and you looked up at your bonded wrists and back at the man above you, who has removed his hand from you and wore the most smug grin on his lips.

His long fingers brushed over your sensitive skin, following the purple trail he started forming on your neck and collar bone. And he let his fingers tell you where his mouth would go next, so you knew exactly what he was doing.

Sebastian, possessive as always, was forming a big "S" out of hickeys on your neck and chest.

"You're insufferable," you joked and managed to roll your eyes at him with a smile, but when he only replied...

"And you're all that I desire"

...you almost lost it, moaning loudly with his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your chest.

Good job at figuring it out, but honestly...Sebastian is quite predictable when it comes to his girl, isn't he? 🤭

I KNEW IT—

#asks #seb finger anon #THIS IS INSANITY #IS ANYONE ELSE AS INVESTED IN THIS AS I AM CAUSE I GOT MY TEETH CLENCHED AROUND A PILLOW EVERY TIME MORE COMES IN #you REALLY have to type this full thing up and post it dude it would be CRIMINAL not to

[rockingrobin69]

Office AU Snip 2

Draco leaned against the doorjamb, lips quirking before settling on a smile. “Harry? What are you doing here?”

He was wearing leg warmers. Thigh high, striped, yellow-green-pink. And a t-shirt, pink too. Harry blinked and blinked and blinked. “I—erm—” what was he… “The, uh, draw. The Strictly draw, we won. The last episode apparently aired last night, I don’t… never watched it.”

“Hmm.” Draco eyed the bottle in Harry’s hands, lower lip disappearing between his teeth. “And quite the prize it is. Come in, come in.”

Harry followed, still blinking so fast he could barely see.

“You’re not just coming from the office, are you?” Draco stopped to look back, shaking his head. “It’s after eight. Harry.”

“Yeah, I know, sorry, I… the Milton case, I was going over the paperwork. Everything needs to be perfect for tomorrow.”

He tsked. “Could have asked me to stay in and help.”

“No, there was no need.” His eyes were starting to water. He’s only ever seen Draco in office clothes for months, and this was—fuck, almost funny. Almost, in a nosebleed sort of way. Leg warmers? It was plenty warm in the flat. Also… a little scratchy down his throat.

“So, what kind of drink did the company splurge on?” Draco came closer, stealing what little air Harry had been able to gulp. “Asda’s own bubbly. Wow. Fancy.”

“Plastic cups, too,” Harry said mechanically, arms stretching forward. “Nothing but the best.”

Draco’s smile was so strange in here. “If you wouldn’t mind, I have some actual glasses in the kitchen. Unless you think it’d cheapen it.”

He left (and the shorts—did Harry mention the shorts, above the darned leg-warmers? Bright green and so… tight on his backside?), and Harry still wasn’t breathing properly. The lighting was soft, a little dim, making it harder to concentrate on the details. Small, blue sofa, a tiny red armchair, a bookcase. Soft-looking rug, a standing lamp in the shape of a—

“Here,” Draco was back, gentle touch on Harry’s arm. “Chin chin.”

Harry took an instinctive sip, and bravely didn’t spit it out. “Gah. I forgot I hate this stuff.”

“I have rum in the kitchen,” Draco said, trying to take the glass back. “Or a bottle of white, but it’s been open a while—how about ginger beer? Oh, I got the most marvellous gin last week, should have some lemonade left.”

“No, no, this is fine.” Harry took another valiant sip, nose scrunched. “It’s so… bubbly.”

“Give it,” Draco laughed, shaking his head. But he came nearer, and thinking was hard, because he was wearing fucking leg-warmers and—and this was all so baffling. “Harry. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Mm, so good. Tastes like victory.” Maybe if he kept it in his hands, Draco would come even closer. Try to wrestle it out of his grasp. Keep calling him ‘Harry’ like that, with the little smile. Maybe their shoulders would brush. Maybe he was losing his fucking mind.

“Fine, have it your way,” Draco rolled his eyes. “If you decide against hating yourself, there are plenty of other drinks in there.”

He made his way to the sitting area, one leg-warmed step at a time. Sat on the sofa, said leg hiking up, so he could rest his chin on a knee.

“Well? Are you going to keep standing?”

Harry could have taken the tiny armchair, but it was rather tiny, probably not the most comfortable. And Draco’s leg on the sofa, so brightly coloured. Everything was, around him. The walls were covered with photos and posters, and Harry looked and looked, not taking anything in.

“Go on then. Ask.”

A bit of a struggle, training his eyes back to Draco. “Ask what?”

“Ask about the penis lamp, Harry.”

He nearly lost his life on a sip. “What… so. That’s what that’s meant to be?”

“Blaise thought he was so funny,” he leaned back, wine sloshing in his glass, eyes wide with laughter, and Harry’s knees went a bit weak. “Got it off of gum tree, believe it or not. This guy in Aberdeen makes them out of old tyres? Naturally when he looked at it, he thought of me.”

“Naturally.” Harry’s voice came out raspy.

Draco leaned back, looking him up and down. “So, what’s the real reason you stayed at work so late?”

“Hmm?”

“Come on. We both know everything was ready for the Miltons all the way last week. What’s eating you up?”

 “Who…” Harry took a laboured breath, swallowed something sticky in his throat. “Who said there’s something—nothing’s wrong. I just needed a little time. To review some documents.”

“So you’ve said,” Draco mumbled, with a slight air of—not disappointment, but something just as bitter. Felt like being punched. “Very well, then. Drink up, Potter.”

#drarry fic #snip of a wip #more office au #no magic just. office #tw alcohol #rated... soft M