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chlorinecake · 7 months

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What are your thoughts on gang bang?

My sincere thoughts on it? Honestly can’t say that I’m a fan. However, I’ll take this ask as an opportunity to write something ~different~ for my community of horny engenes !!

cw swearing, unprotected sex, m. & f. oral (both giving and receiving), slight exhibitionism, boob play, reader gets fucked by the hyung line, not proofread wc 1.3k

So by now we’re all pretty familiar with enhypen’s infamous resort episode, right?

Imagine Lee Heeseung, one of the richest, most attractive guys at your university inviting you to a pool party held at his condo over the weekend.

You wore an ordinary emerald green two piece bikini with a thin shawl tied around your waist, sitting at the poolside while your eyes merely glazed the book you brought with you. It was supposed to act as headphones to an introverted gym bro, but God knows you weren’t AT ALL interested in reading anymore.

Too distracted by the bulge fest Heeseung and his three equally hot friends were granting you with, the only thing on your mind was how you were gonna fuck at least one of them before the night was out.

Luckily, the pool had already started to clear out within an hour, so you had the perfect chance to make your move with Heeseung's groupies out of the way.

Abandoning your now damp book and shawl, you joined the four boys in the pool, the view of your perky tits and ass against the underwater lights thoroughly enthralling their attention.

“Hey, stranger. It's about time you got your nose out of that book," Jake chuckled, making a spot for you to squeeze in between him and Heeseung in the water, "I’m surprised a girl like you even swung by tonight."

“Don’t be," you said, looking him dead in the eye, "I’m not all books and brains like you might think I am.”

“Great, so why don’t you enlighten us?" Heeseung offered, trying to out-intimidate you, "I’ve invited you to my parties in the past, but you never showed. Why change that tonight?”

You opted for a more humorous response to his cheeky question.

“Because, you’ve obviously been keeping track of my attendance records… I wouldn’t want to risk my midterm grade like that,” you pouted playfully, kicking your feet in the water which only drew their attention back to your body.

Dogs, you thought to yourself. They weren’t even trying to hide how thirsty they were.

“No worries… Heeseung lost the backbone to give cute girl's honest ratings a while ago,” Sunghoon poked, earning a circle of laughter from the inside joke he'd just told.

��Yeah, buddy. You’ve seriously lowered your standards over the years,” Jake pitched in, “prudes like her don’t know how to have a good time, so just quit with your efforts.”

You scoffed at his sly remark, Heeseung splashing water at Jake’s face in both your defense.

"Hmm," you began, speaking more boldly, "last time I checked, prudes are easy targets... I figured guys like you couldn't handle when girls play hard to get anyways."

“That’s sweet and everything, but I'm afraid you've misjudged us," Jay interjected, "guys like ourselves actually enjoy a challenge once in a while... even when the prize is amateur at best.”

“Pfft,” you amused, humored by how much they underestimated the lengths you'd go to for a good fuck, even if you made a fool of yourself while doing so. You played along, planning to make use of your dirty mouth to rile them up even more.

"Look, now you've made her mad," Heeseung sighed at Jay who only shook his head in response.

"Not mad, but extremely horny, yes… and when I'm in the mood, I prefer to skip the mind games and just use my words," you said with a seductive voice, looking them all dangerously in the eyes, "If any of you perverts wanna put your boner's to good use before the night is out, you know where to find me."

The look on their faces was a mix of shock, offense, and desire, their eyes following the trail of water your feet left behind as you made your way outside of Heeseung's pool and into his condo.

“What the fuck is her deal,” Sunghoon asked rhetorically, being the first of the bunch to make his way out of the pool, following behind you.

Jake contemplated with himself before calling out to Sunghoon, "Aye, wait up," nearly slipping on his ass as he got out of the pool.

"Yeahhh, I'm not sure if she wants all of us to join her," Jay pitched in, watching as Heeseung slowly made his way to the pool staircase.

"How dense can you be, bro? The girl's obviously a raging slut. She's practically begging to have all her hole's filled tonight," Heeseung huffed, shaking the water from his hair before dumbly following your water trail as if hypnotized.

Jay was putting up a front, but he was equally, if not even more eager to get off one way or another.

Introducing your fivesome location of choice: Heeseung's indoor sauna.

Some debating time took place before you guys actually started anything, discussing how they planned to take turns fucking you before finally agreeing on going at it in groups of two.

As expected, each of the four boys had their own way of toying with you.

Heeseung took the lead, fucking up into you as you bounced on his cock, your hands desperately clinging onto his shoulders as if fearful that the force of his thrusts would make you fall.

“Fuck,” he hissed, relishing in the sensation of your slimy walls clenching around him.

The surrounding boys palmed themselves while they awaited their turn, some of them even pulling out their phones to record the filthy scene.

Jay, being one of the more impatient ones, took it upon himself to wrap your hand around his dick, guiding your movements with one hand while he massaged your tits with the other. “Since Heeseung here forgot we’re supposed to be sharing,” he groaned, melting into the warmth of your grip.

After the two eldest boys had their fun, Jake and Sunghoon helped themselves to you next.

It caught you off guard when Jake kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth as he explored your folds with his free hand, testing just how eager you were for more.

You were eventually put on all fours, Sunghoon forcing your wobbly legs open as he chuckled in your ear, “don’t tell me you’re already getting tired,” he smirked, landing a harsh smack against your pulsing heat.

Jake gripped your hips, the hot pressure of his cock swirling at your entrance before he finally rammed himself all the way in, delighting you with a feeling of fullness. “So tight,” he whinced, slowly grinding into your hole before picking up the pace.

Sunghoon only gave Jake so much fun time before tapping in, telling Jake to pull out and just hold himself so he could finally have a go.

Although you were still on all fours, Sunghoon was much rougher with you than Jake was, leaning down to graze your shoulder with his fangs while his free hand gripped at your throat.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he rutted into you from behind, smacking your ass just to hear you whine before you both finally climaxed.

"Alright, show off," Jay teased, guiding your tired body into the missionary position, propping you up on your elbows so Heeseung could have full access to mouth.

You’re sure Jay's goal was to make you squirt just from how aggressively he fingered your cunt, diving down to leave rough kitten licks against your puffy clit as he whispered against your heat, “So fucking pretty for us.”

Meanwhile, you watched Heeseung’s eyes flutter as you slowly inched your lips down his length, delicate hands caressing your cheeks as if petting you before forcing your head down a little further. He trembled at the feeling of your throat tightening around him, “Fuck, you feel so good," he nearly whimpered, chest heaving in harmony with each bob of your head.

Despite your mouth being stuffed, broken moans escaped your lips as Jay eased you toward your third orgasm of the night, your body squirming beneath him as your shiny release coated his lips and chin, adding to the foul sounds echoing within the sauna space.

And with that, your steamy night went on for what felt like hours, the four horny boys chasing their highs and passing you around like the main course at a holiday dinner party.

All of this action was definitely not on par with how you initially planned to spend your weekend night, but it wasn't something you had a problem with, either.

a/n: I felt tempted to include the entire enha legal line in this drabble… I’m sorry, but there ain’t no way you’d be able to process all that dick at once, BYE-

No tags bc this one sucks . I literally might randomly delete this one day… — feel free to check out more fun reads like this on my enhypen bookshelf !!

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finniestoncrane · 4 days

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Pornstar!Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, multi-part au fic cooper howard is a former actor, novice pornstar, and current wasteland escort. reader mistakes him for a bounty hunter and ends up getting far more entwined in his lifestyle than they intended in a bid to get what they need from the first 'kind' person they've met in a long time🤎

☢️ Chapter 2: Misunderstanding, word count: 4.7k reader is just about the simplest, sweetest thing that's ever gone on a journey to find a bounty hunter who can get revenge for her. unfortunately, she doesn't find the bounty hunter she was looking for. fortunately, she finds cooper howard instead, which i think we can all agree is a blessing Chapter 1 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: unprotected sex but cooper can't get you pregnant and i doubt any diseases can survive in his blood stream, lil bit of angst, one night stand with feelings, fairytale style connections here like pussy so good it has a man questioning the existence of soul mates

Your feet were no longer willing to participate, and you found that much of your energy was going towards convincing your lower half to keep going, even at the painfully slow pace you were struggling to keep. Trudging along what was left of the highway, you wondered how much of the difficulty was physical, and how much of it was the mental block. Because for all the effort it had taken you to get this far, with the end goal in sight you were beginning to reconsider.

What were you even going to say when you found the man you were looking for?

“Hi, I’m looking to hire a bounty hunter, and I’m told you’re the best.”

Far too formal. Almost pleading. He’d know you were someone he could take for a ride immediately.

“Hello. Are you a bounty hunter? The famous one?”

That sounded like you were about to ask for his autograph before you asked if he could take on your job.

“What’s up, good sir. Are you by any chance willing… to… do…”

“Fuck.”

You’d had this entire journey to figure out what you were going to say, and now you were so close to reaching the settlement marked on your map and you were, if anything, less prepare than before.You couldn’t even blame it on distractions, because aside from a few standard dangers, it had been smooth sailing. A small mercy you were incredibly grateful for during the journey. And yet, instead of putting that time to good use, you had daydreamed your way along broken highways, beating the occasional radroach to death with your tire iron, and willfully ignoring what you had set out to do.

It just seemed so dangerous. So seedy.

But unfortunately necessary.

Four times in the past three months, your quiet settlement had been attacked by raiders. Crops were destroyed and stolen, four brahmin were killed, and almost all of your prized possessions had been taken. It was only by sheer luck that they’d missed your stash of caps under the floorboards, and you’d vowed to use that to get your revenge. It was only this deep, burning desire for justice that had kept you going the past few days. Walking and walking and walking, interspersed only with fitful, uncomfortable sleep. You’d barely eaten, barely drank anything, and you were running low on supplies. But the signs for the next settlement were there on the walls, ushering you in, promising you food, rest and a solution to your problems.

That was if you could convince the solution to do what you needed.

And that itself hinged on your ability to recognise the bounty hunter.

“Oh, you’ll know him when you see him.”

That’s what the mayor of your settlement had told you. And what kind of advice was that?

It’s not like there was a uniform they all wore. And as far as attitude went, what were you supposed to look out for? Handy with a gun and a cruel, cut throat demeanour? That was everyone in the Wasteland.

As you entered the large town, a settlement thriving somehow, you decided the bar was the best place to start your search, and the lure of having a drink, surrounded by voices and music, was far too enticing. There was nothing like that back home. Travelling traders and the makeshift common house was as close as it came to any kind of socialising or excitement. And while you were here on business, and rather serious business at that, you felt like you deserved a reward, a little bit of something to look forward to.

The bar gave everything that you hoped. The minute you walked through the door, you were quickly distracted by a fight that had just broken out. It was stopped by someone you assumed was working security who smashed the heads of the two men involved against the table, and then carried them through to a back room, one over each shoulder. A few people looked up from their drinks or away from their conversations to take you in, none of them settling for too long. This was a trading town, strangers came in and out all the time, you weren’t special here. You blended in. It felt nice, actually, not to draw too much attention.

Sidling up to the bar, you asked for a water, deciding that quenching your thirst was a better option than beer, and settled into your crooked, wobbling stool. You couldn’t help but smile as you sipped at your cup and looked around the place. As dark as the reason you were here was, it felt like it had given you purpose, meaning. You were on a noble quest. The excitement was dulled, however, as you looked to your left and noticed the man beside you. Only then did the seriousness of your journey settle back in, heavy on your shoulders.

The stranger next to you had shielded most of his face with a worn cowboy hat, one that was frayed and aged, but his skin was still visible, telling of his kind. A ghoul. The scars that marred his cheeks, sunken eye sockets, and no nose to make up his side profile. He was sipping at a dark liquid in a chipped glass, holding it with gloved hands. His body was covered mostly by a tattered duster jacket, but below it there was a glimpse of blue and gold, hidden under a thick, leather waistcoat.

He certainly looked the part. The thought made you feel guilty, as though you had judged him based on his looks alone, but that was all you had to go on. Either this was the man you were looking for, or he was bound to know where to find that person. So you took the risk and tapped on his shoulder.

Immediately, you understood that you had made a mistake, as his dark, brown eyes focused in on you, his lips curling into a sneer.

“I will be polite, since you look like fresh meat, but do not touch me.”

“I-I’m so sorry, I just-”

He put up a hand, silencing you.

“I only speak by appointment, darlin’.”

As he turned back to staring into the space in front of him, you decided you’d already come far enough not to push, just a little. Besides, the attitude, the way he spoke, the suggestion that he took on appointments. You were so certain that he was the man you were here to speak to.

“Well… you don’t look too busy right now…”

“You got ten seconds before I take this glass and make an awful mess of you.”

“I want to hire you! Please, just… Can I buy you a drink, Mr…?”

He looked down into his glass, almost empty except for one large gulp, which he swallowed with a sigh before he pushed the glass forward.

“Name’s Cooper.”

“Cooper. So…?”

“Whisky.”

“Whisky. Right. Thank you!”

Cooper watched as you attempted to make your voice heard over the noise of the patrons in the bar, intrigued by you, far more than he would have liked to admit. Usually, clients were all the same. In town for the night, passing through, a regular. It didn’t matter, they were all there for a reason, and they wanted to get straight to the point of it. He preferred that. No beating around the bush, at least not until they had paid him.

“Here you go! He said that was the best they had… it was expensive, so I hope he’s right.”

Eyeing the liquid, Cooper swirled it and grimaced, and when he raised his glass to drink, you copied him. The swig was lodged in your throat, a burning, painful taste that lingered at the back of your tongue and had you coughing and spluttering. From beside you, you could hear Cooper’s cruel chuckling, finally smiling, albeit at your expense.

“What’s so funny? What? Do you actually like the taste of this?”

“Oh, darlin’, don’t get yourself all worked up. I just find it amusing that someone like you would want to hire someone like me, that’s all.”

“And why is that?”

Cooper sighed, setting the glass down on the bar and turning in his stool to look you in the eyes. His gaze was intense, his eyes soulful, deep, focused.

“I just don’t think you’re lookin’ for what it is I can offer you.”

“Really? Well, what is it that you can offer me then, and I’ll tell you whether or not I can handle it.”

With a wry smile, Cooper nodded towards the bartender.

“Why don’t you go rent a room and I can tell you all the things I can offer you.”

That settled it for you. He was definitely the guy you were looking for, or at least, the kind of guy you needed. Secretive, trying to act threatening, scarier than he might be, to let you know how dangerous he was. He would be perfect. So you smiled back, hopping off your stool to go and speak to the bartender who gave you a key and a room number. By the time you had turned back around, Cooper was already making his way to the corridor, and you rushed to catch up to him.

“Room number… five.”

“That’s a nice one, in the centre of the hallway, so it’s kept warm.”

“Uh…huh…”

He seemed to know it well, the whole space, as he confidently took the key from you, opened the door, and ushered you inside. That certainty with which he held himself, the confidence that flowed out of him, it was so oddly enticing. And as he settled himself down in a chair in the corner of the room and lit up a cigarette, you realised that you found him quite attractive. Bravery, danger, those soulful eyes that held what you could only imagine were decades upon decades of secrets, of history. Plus, despite his cold demeanour, he was oddly charismatic. You assumed that’s how he got by in this town, or any settlement. Usually, ghouls weren’t welcome, but Cooper seemed like the kind of man who could charm his way into anywhere.

“So, what is it that you think I can do for you, sweetheart?”

You’d been staring at him blankly for a minute or so, watching as he commanded the space, relaxing himself into it. If he didn’t have years of being a fetishised novelty to back him up, he could have sworn that you seemed genuinely attracted to him. It had been so long since someone had looked at him like that, a blush on their cheeks, taking in his personality as well as his scarred and interesting body.

Truthfully, he was looking forward to this himself. He’d have been lying to himself if he denied that you were his type. A little naive, sweet and cheerful, perfectly corruptible. But it was more than that. Your eyes seemed gentle, understanding. A trait that was hard to find these days. A look of the past about you, likely your upbringing. Those smaller settlements up in the hills were generational, clutching to what their ancestors had known before, living on kindness and the American spirit. THe nostalgia settled in his gut as he took you in.

“Ok, so! Raiders.”

“... Raiders?”

He raised his brow, questioning you silently. It had been a long time since someone had asked for any roleplay in their encounter with him, and he could hear the jingling of caps as he wondered how much he could charge you for that.

“Yeah, raiders. They’ve attacked my settlement four times already.”

“And… they took you hostage? Kept you as a prisoner?”

“N-no… why…? No. They keep destroying our crops.”

“Oh, so you’re hungry.”

“I mean… yeah, but most of all I just need-”

“Need a little relief from all the stress you’ve been under?”

“I guess so, but not before I’ve solved the problem. What I really need is a bounty hunter.”

Cooper raised his hands, silencing you, a confused look on his face.

“I’m gonna stop you there, missy. This is verging on an acting job, and I don’t do those any more. Now what do you mean a bounty hunter?”

“Sorry… I don’t… what is there not to understand? I figured that’s what you did… isn’t it? Hunt bounties? Someone told me I could find a guy here that was good with a gun and-”

“Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ shittin’ me!”

He let out an exasperated laugh as he stood up from the chair and walked to you by the door.

“You think I’m a fuckin’ bounty hunter?”

“I thought… but now I’m sensing that you’re not in fact a bounty hunter.”

“Yeah, you got that right at least, lil lady.”

“So what are you then?”

“I’m an escort.”

You didn’t want to be presumptuous, and you couldn’t quite believe what he was saying, so you sought out some clarification, much to his dismay.

“So you… you go with me to get the raiders like a chaperone?”

Cooper stood in front of you in disbelief, narrowing his eyes at your perceived stupidity.

“No, I ain’t escorting you anywhere except to this bed. Or the floor. Or against the wall.”

“Like sex?”

“Yeah. Like sex.”

You had so many questions, and not one of them felt appropriate. He just didn’t seem like the type of person who was well-suited to that particular line of work. Of course he was handsome, and there was that alluring, cruel nature that you found so beguiling, but his exterior was so rough and cold that you couldn’t imagine a lot of people getting past that.And with that thought, you wondered if he considered you to be that kind of person, someone who would shrug him off based on his demeanour, or worse, his looks.

“Why were you so surprised about me wanting to hire you then?”

“Well, darlin’, you just don’t strike me as the wild type.”

“And what does that mean?”

“Means I usually only offer my talents to the people who want something a little weirder than what’s on offer elsewhere. Kinky folks, someone looking to get a bit freaky.”

“Huh…”

He didn’t know you well enough to make that judgement, and it smarted a little. And you were learning more about yourself too, because you were interested in him. Even before he’d revealed to you his line of work you’d been finding yourself stuck in a trance by Cooper. Of course you’d already reasoned that he would never be interested in you, but now that you know his affections could be bought…

“Is that all you brought?”

Speaking of money, Cooper had begun to rifle through the stash of caps that you had laid down on the dresser beside your backpack.

“Uh… yeah. I thought that would be enough.”

“This would barely cover my fees, and you were gonna try and hire a bounty hunter for that? That is just about the stupidest god damn thing I’ve ever heard.”

You stepped to him purposefully, pulling the caps from him and putting them back into your bag. Even with your little quickfire crush, you found yourself irritated by his constant, snippy remarks.

“Listen, I had no other choice. My settlement is struggling, this is all we had left after the raiders. I was hoping that someone would take a little bit of pity.”

“Sounds like the plot of some corny old cowboy movie.”

“Makes sense now, me thinking you were the bounty hunter, hm?”

Gesturing at his outfit with your hand, you let your eyes take him in from the floor up, and when your gaze settled on his face, you noticed him stepping closer, leaning into you.

“I ain’t just some cowboy, missy. I am the cowboy.”

The way his voice lowered for emphasis, growling in his throat as he spat the words out at you with every intention, made your body flush with heat. A near immediate clenching formed in your gut, a tight coiling as you felt your saliva collecting against your cheeks. If you didn’t ask, you’d regret it forever. So you swallowed your nerves and spoke.

“So, can you do anything for me then?”

“I can do plenty, sweetheart. I can give you an earth-shattering orgasm and something to think about on your travels back to your little settlement. I cannot kill someone for you, but I can make you forget your troubles for a little while.”

“A-and… I have enough for that?”

Cooper grinned, more of a smug sneer than anything that resembled genuine happiness.

“Are you asking to hire me for these other talents, then?”

“I guess so. Can I?”

“Hey, you got the money, then you’ve got me.”

You reached for your caps once again, handing them all over to him and watching as he put them into the pocket of his coat. All of it gone, in a moment of weakness over a man you’d just met. Before you could resent the decision too much, though, Cooper began shrugging off the long, duster jacket, your caps jingling as he did so. With it off, you could get a better look at his tarnished outfit underneath. He looked even more like a cowboy now. He hadn’t been lying before. Everything about him reminded you of those old holotapes you’d seen, the tarnished posters on the walls of buildings, or in the thankfully spared comic books you had been able to read.

Noticing that you were just standing there, staring at him, Cooper broke the silence.

“You look nervous, and I am a busy man. Shall I get things started?”

You weren’t even aware that you had started nodding until he was in front of you, fingers pulling at the material of your shirt and untucking it from your pants. He really wasn’t shy about it, no hesitation at all as he teased it up and over your head, already working on his own.As you stood there, awkward, exposed, he tossed his shirt to the side and began working on his belt, unbuckling it as you watched him. His body was lean, but not slim. The scarring on his face followed over his entire body, covering him completely. Each little line and ridge in his skin looked tempting, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers along him, to feel the texture against you.

Cooper was quick to fulfil that desire, wrapping his arms around you as he worked at your pants. The embrace felt warm, and you couldn’t help but let your own hands travel around to his back, stroking up and down his spine as he pulled your pants down, letting them fall to your knees. As you stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, Cooper did the same, stopping briefly to take you in fully as you admired him in return.

His cock was average in length, thicker than most, but what intrigued you most, once again, was the way it might feel against you. Ridged, tickling, with a stretch. You could feel yourself drooling at the thought, only pulled back to reality by Cooper’s voice.

“A quick disclaimer: you’re not going to get pregnant, and my blood kills diseases. I’m clean, so anything wrong with you, you can’t blame me.”

It was an oddly comforting statement, and solved a problem you hadn’t thought of until then. You nodded, standing in an awkward silence until Cooper spoke again.

“So, where do you want it?”

“I, uh… on the bed, I guess?”

“Well, that answers that question, but I meant my cock.”

“Oh! Maybe… uh… I…”

Cooper interrupted you, putting you out of your misery as you fumbled around for the right words and the bravery to ask for what you wanted.

“Listen, just… lay on your back and spread your legs so I can get to your cunt. Nothing too adventurous for you, I think.”

You did as you were told, thankful for the instructions and his easy way of speaking them, even surprising yourself at how enjoyable you found the vulgar way he spoke to you. Everything about him was a little bit vulgar, though. But all the same, exciting and attractive, only fueling your arousal as you watched him spit on his hand, a long strand of drool connecting from his lips to his palm, before he stroked it along his cock.

“You good?”

“Skill wise, or-”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. Yes…”

With a roll of his eyes, not quite the look you had hoped for admittedly, Cooper lined the head of his cock up with your slit, pushing the tip past your folds and into your cunt with a soft groan. You were tight around him, stretched by his girth, and the way your fingers clawed at the mattress gave him a feeling of accomplishment already.

Already, this felt different to him. You kept your eyes focused on him, when they weren’t closing against the pleasurable pain of him thrusting his cock into you. And not just to take in his body, instead, you were looking into his eyes. It felt like he was being seen for the first time in a long time.

At one point, a soft smile crossed your lips, almost shy, and it pushed a grin to his own lips. It reminded him of someone from so long ago. Someone who looked up at him, body exposed to him, admiration and giddy glee in their chest. From that day, the last one. He couldn’t remember her name, but he remembered how she made him feel. She was sweet, and she saw him for who he was, not what he’d become. And given what he’d become now, he could be certain that it was the last time someone had seen Cooper, until you.

Cooper grunted as he pushed himself deeper into you, up to the hilt, his hips pressing into you, hands on either side of your head against the bed. Everything about you was enticing. The soft giggles you let out, deep, breathy sighs as he worked at you, half-lidded eyes that sparkled with joy as they took him in. Usually, he was good for a solid half hour of pleasure, well worth the money he charged, but he could feel himself coming undone already.

“Cooper… this is… you’re so good.”

Usually, he wasn’t one for speaking during sex, unless he was paid extra. But he indulged himself in your praise, wetting his lips and pushing past the grunts of exertion to ask for more.

“Yeah? Tell me then, darlin’... tell me how good it feels.”

Your words spilled out with surprising ease, given how shy you had seemed. Kindness was clearly natural to you, and Cooper was incredibly grateful for it. It was beginning to feel like less of a job, a task, a need to get you fucked and out of the door and more of a genuinely pleasant experience for him. The more he considered how good it felt, to be touched, to be held, felt, appreciated for more than just fulfilling a kinky niche, the faster his rutting got. He wanted this to last, wanted the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock, your body warm under him, your eyes trained on his, to last for as long as possible, but it wasn’t easy to hold himself back. And it seemed less likely that you would be able to hold on either, as you had begun whimpering, fingernails scratching at the sheets, your hand finding his and clinging to it as you began to jerk your hips into him.

With a sharp hiss that opened into a shriek, you felt yourself reaching your climax, clenching around him as you quivered, your body electrified for those thirty seconds of extreme pleasure, your body overwhelmed with the sparking sensation that had you tingling all over.

When your breath was steady once again, you reached a hand up to Cooper’s cheek, holding it there and stroking his cheekbone with your thumb, enough energy left to utter one word.

“Wow.”

The way you uttered that one word was enough to push Cooper to his own orgasm. There was more kindness and genuine feeling in it than anything he’d heard in the past two hundred years. And as he felt himself being emptied inside of you, he couldn’t help but hit an incredible low, realising that it was over already, before he had begun to properly appreciate it. So he sank down into the mattress, rolling over and settling in next to you.

Laying there, your body cooling in the wet patch under it, you could barely speak, but you pushed past your heavy breaths to get at least one thing out.

“Thank you.”

Cooper kept himself as still as possible, letting his body come to a regulated pace, trying not to react to the words he was sure he had just heard you say.

“Thank you.”

No one had thanked him, for anything, for a long time. And least of all for his efforts in sex. The only reason he really made it, so to speak, was that he was a niche commodity in the world of sex. There to be used, to get off on or with, and then to leave again. And if he thought too hard about it, no one had ever thanked him before either. Not Barb. Not his co-stars. Not the directors who he performed for. No one. Was he actually good at it? Talented? Had he now fucked so much that he was an acceptable lay? Or were you just an outlier? Connected to him in a way that made it good? It seemed far more likely, given that he himself had found it far more pleasurable than anyone else in the last two hundred years. But that thought was a difficult one to process, so he rolled over in the bed in a bid to avoid those feelings, focusing so hard on the bare wall in front of him that he fell asleep remarkably swiftly.

Noticing that his breathing had slowed, a soft snore occasionally rumbling over his lips, you stood up from the bed and moved quietly and carefully to the sink in the corner, filled with old, stale water that felt cool against your skin. You didn’t want to risk waking Cooper, mostly because he looked like he needed the rest, but partly because you wondered what you would say, if anything, after what had just happened. So you took a seat to try and ground yourself.

From the chair in the corner of the room you watched him for a few more moments, perching there as you considered everything that had happened that day so far. A journey wasted, in some ways. But now you had an experience worth remembering, truly an adventure. It was almost difficult to imagine it as a one-off though. A singular event, never to happen again. And as you watched Cooper’s body moving slowly, inhaling and exhaling soundly in his sleep, you realised the thought was actually quite painful. And silly. You’d only just met him. He did this with so many people, and you weren’t special. It would be foolish to let yourself think that. How ridiculously typical would it be for some naïve country girl to find herself attached to her first one night stand, with a paid professional no less. So, rather than face those difficult thoughts any longer, you collected your things up, stopping only to reach into Cooper’s jacket and take enough caps back to pay for another room. At the bar, you were given another key, and you headed back up to try and get as much sleep as you could before making the decision about the next steps in the morning.

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cocksucker6000 · 1 year

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hi! can i rq the bjs w/ the boys sumeru edition ? :)

bjs with the boys ☆ ! sumeru edition

giving head both ways, ft. genshin men mond edition, liyue edition, inazuma edition

switch m reader + tighnari, cyno, wanderer, alhaitham (separate)

a/n ;; ITS HERE U GUYS…..its here………sorry if ppl are ooc. i was going to release this a lot earlier, around 3.1, but i thought i would hold off until more guys were released and i warmed up to them a bit. thanks anon for reminding me! no kaveh because i don’t like him sorry 🥲

tighnari ;; giving

he’s a little bit hesitant at first when giving you head…if he’s needy enough (and you’re to his hygienic standards) there’s no guarantee that you can pry him off of you. especially in his heats, all he wants is for you to fuck his mouth. and if you softly scratch his ears, he’ll melt—pulling is off limits, though. i also wouldn’t count on him to swallow. but, he wouldn’t mind your cum dripping down his cheeks…

tighnari ;; receiving

he’s still a little nervous, but much to his dismay, by gods is he sensitive. he loves it when you lube up a finger and prod at his hole in the meantime, holding a firm grip on his thigh. he certainly isn’t hard to get in your mouth, either—he’ll cover his mouth with his ears pressed flat against his forehead as he cums down your throat, just aching to be filled by you at this point.

cyno ;; giving

you really want him to do this? well, he supposes he could. his reluctant speech is definitely a shocker when he still holds such a strong grip on your thighs even after having orgasmed twice already. you aren’t sure how his jaw doesn’t hurt already, but your dick sure does and your head is fuzzy. oh! you got a little overstimulated? sorry, he just got a little distracted. absolutely not his intention at all.

cyno ;; receiving

that vice he had on your thighs earlier just translates to him gripping your hair like his life depends on it. he’d get so disheveled under the feeling of your warm mouth, he can’t help but cum so early and wrap his trembling legs around your head.

wanderer ;; giving

as long as it means he can be close to you, he’ll do it—but his grumpy attitude doesn’t last long when he’s whimpering around your cock and palming himself through his shorts. he can’t help it, just the thought of you drives him crazy. he needs your cum down his throat so bad, the poor thing tries his very best to make you feel good.

wanderer ;; receiving

again, it doesn’t last long to completely break him—and it’s even more fun this way. he bucks into your mouth and whines, biting down so hard on his lower lip that it might bleed. he paws at your hair, running his fingers through it when he cums, chanting your name like you were the god before him.

al haitham ;; giving

the head isn’t…great at first. mostly because he doesn’t want to hurt you, and let’s be honest, he’s a little bit inexperienced. but the scribe eventually opens up once you tell him it’s okay to be a little sloppy and rough, and safe to say he learns to really love it. sometimes he’ll even wake you up with your dick in his mouth, just because he’s bored and wanted to see you all hot and bothered in the morning.

al haitham ;; receiving

he’s hardly sure what to do at first. your mouth is so warm and wet, he can’t help but groan a little. and while he may be quiet, the way he twitches in your cheeks lets you know how good he feels. this is better than any time he’d fucked feverishly into his own fist, and he wasn’t even sure it could feel this good until now. he’s lucky you came along.

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 4 months

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Cheat

Marc Spector x GN!Reader • Rating: T Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist •

Summary: Marc cheats at games constantly.

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A/N: this is just self indulgent. I'm sorry.

Warnings: reader is from the UK (get ready for some friendly USA vs UK), typos, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 828

“But that’s cheating!”

“No, it isn’t.”

“It is!” You try to keep the smile out of your voice, and put on an air of shocked indignation. Marc was notorious for cheating at board games, and card games, and any games where he thought he could get away with it.

“How?” He asked calmly, crossing his arms over his chest. But there was a hint of glee in his eyes.

“You,” you gesture at him with your hand, nearly breaking into a laugh, “you can’t move like that.”

Marc doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes, you can.”

“You can’t!”

“Who says?” He cocks his head to the side as he asks, his eyebrows pinched together in mock confusion. Though the little twitch of his lip gives him away. If there was one thing he loved more than cheating at games was pretending he actually wasn’t.

“I don’t know Marc, the rules?”

“I don’t think so.”

You pull your phone out of your pocket. “I’m looking them up, right now.”

“You’re just going to go and look at ‘pretend rules to suit my argument .com.” He shakes his head, a fake look of disgust plastered all over his features, as if you’re the one that’s going to try to deceive him.

“Firstly,” you try not to laugh, so as not to weaken your position. “That’s amazing, I am looking that up afterwards to see if it exists, and secondary-”

“I mean, it does exist, otherwise how else are you gonna go on it to look up the rules and pretend I can’t move like that?”

You gawp at him for a second, grinning like crazy at his audacity. “Marc-”

“Hey,” he holds up his hands, “I’m just trying to play fair here, play by the rules-”

“When have you ever played by the rules?”

“And you’re here, questioning my very legitimate move.”

“Marc,” you giggle, “draught pieces cannot jump over empty spaces in a straight line.”

“See, firstly,” he pulls a face, mocking your expression from before, “we’re playing checkers, that might be where you’re confused, because, in checkers-”

“Marc we are playing draughts,” you giggle and hold up the battered cardboard box, which clearly says ‘draughts’.

He shakes his head. “That’s a typo.”

“That’s a typo?”

He nods, “of course, and-”

“Pretty big typo.”

“British craftsmanship was never up to standard.”

“I’m gonna-”

“Now, now,” he grins, wagging his finger at you. “Violence never solved anything.”

“Says the American.”

Marc gasps in fake hurt and puts his hand on his chest, “I’m so shocked that you would lower yourself to insulting my nationality.”

You laugh, “you just-”

“I would have thought such petty insults were beneath you,” he shakes his head in mock outrage. “I mean, I am so insulted right now.”

“You did it first!” You grin.

Marc just shakes his head and stares to the side. “I can’t even look at you right now.

“Also draughts and checkers are the same game.”

“Now, you're insulting my American heritage, our cultural game of checkers, how could you?” His tone of voice is making it impossible not to laugh.

“Marc-”

“I just can’t,” he stands, “If you’re not going to respect the game then,” he shrugs, “I don’t think we should play, let’s just end it here and say I won.”

“No,” you get up, “I’m winning!”

“Were you? Morally?” He teases.

“Yes!”

He takes a step closer to you. “And in the actual game?”

“Yes! That’s why you started cheating!”

He leans closer, “I never cheat.”

You place your hands on his cheeks and pull a face. “Liar.”

“How could you-”

“Don’t make me ask Steven to be the umpire.” You say playfully.

“Oh yes,” he narrows his eyes at you. “The other Brit, I’m sure he’ll be completely unbiased.”

You laugh, “Fine, how about Jake?”

Marc shakes his head, an over-the-top motion just for your amusement. “Can’t trust him.”

You gasp, “You can’t trust him?”

“Not in matters like this.”

“But he’s American.”

Marc shakes his head again, “he’s too blinded by your beauty to be impartial.”

You smile, the sneaky compliment catching you off guard for a moment. “Blinded by my beauty?”

“Hmm,” he nods, all fake seriousness. “It’s a real problem, luckily, I have developed a resilience to your charms.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes,” he nods again, but takes hold of your left hand and places a kiss to your inner wrist. “I am completely immune.” He punctuates the sentence by placing more kisses along your arm and sliding his other hand onto your hip, pulling you closer towards him until your chest is flush with his.

“Completely immune.” You echo and nod sarcastically.

“Completely.” He nods back and places a soft kiss on your lips that quickly has you melting into him. He stays just as close when you break apart, keeping barely a centimetre of space between you.

“You’re a terrible cheat, Spector.”

He grinned. “You love it when I don’t play by the rules.”

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The Missing Card

Introducing: Jester!Yuu

(You have no idea that I've had this image saved for over a year and a half and I'm so excited to finally use it. Call me a clown fucker if you want I'm in love.)

It's about time we finish the Heartslabyul card deck.

A "standard" deck of playing cards consists of 52 Cards in each of the 4 suits of Spades, Hearts, Diamonds, and Clubs. Each suit contains 13 cards: Ace, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Jack, Queen, King.

But something is missing.

A card that despite what you think isn't in the traditional deck at least not originally. A blank card printed by mistake that became something more.

The Jocker had made its way to the deck and now the trump card that either makes or breaks the game lives on.

There is a special rule at Heartslabyul. One that Riddle loaths to acknowledge. The contradiction to everything he knows.

It is the Jester's privilege to be exempt from the rules of the courts.

It's a rule that many don't read and it's for the best that no one knows how to be a Jester.

What is a court without its fool?

They met at exactly 12 pm during afternoon tea.

They sat sideways in the queen's chair happily eating tarts.

"You! How dare you sit in my chair and show such flagrant disrespect for the rules of this dorm!" Riddle shouted pointing at the colorfully dressed student.

Said student looked over the table at the group of assembling crowd of students who were arriving for the tea party.

Smiling wildly they did a somersault across the table and landed in front of the drom leader.

"I have arrived my queen! Your new and approved jester of your court!" They said spinning before falling into a low bow. The bells and ribbons braided into the hair fluttering around them.

Riddle got a good look at this "jester" and they certainly looked the part. The star painted over their eye and the black and red costume fit Heartslabyul like a glove. Their upper lip was painted black and their lower a bright scarlet. It was garish but beautiful.

"Approved? Who approved a clown like you to be a jester!" Riddle ordered.

Ace and Deuce looked in opposite directions as he said this.

It wasn't intentional but Ace and Deuce had run into a street performer in the town near the school.

"Come one, come all and see the show!" They said balancing on a giant ball juggling pins.

They sang, did tricks, played music, did magic tricks, and all around entertained the crowd.

Ace and Deuce were mystified by the show so much they ended up watching the whole thing.

When it ended the performer tanked everyone as they began to pack up.

"Hey, where did you learn those tricks?"Ace didn't want to miss the chance to learn a few new card tricks.

"You must be an amazing wizard! I didn't even see you wave a wand!" Deuce innocently.

"Dude, they obviously just used tricks and not magic." Ace sighed.

The performer laughed. They told them they did shows to earn money while at school.

"It's easy to put on a show but real magic isn't something I can do. Sucks when you go to a magic college but I think it's fun." They smiled.

"Wait you go to NRC? I've never seen you before." Ace asked trying to remember their face.

"Ace? What are you talking about? We sit next to each other in Trein's class." They covered their mouth giggling.

Suddenly it clicked.

"Yuu?! You're Yuu?!" Ace yelled incredulously.

Yuu was just some quiet kid that didn't say much. The only thing that stood out about them was just how dull they were. Not that Ace said that to them. Yuu kind of just blended into the background.

"In the flesh!~♡ I was wondering when you'd notice." They said cheerfully.

"Well you are always with Grimm it's hard to put it together," Ace said rubbing his neck

"Yeah, you don't stand out at all otherwise-" Deuce began before Ace slapped his hand over his mouth.

"It's okay, I know how people see me. But I can hardly walk around in costume around campus no matter how fun it sounds." Yuu pouted absent-mindedly shuffling a deck of cards that appeared out of nowhere. "If I could go all out and do shows whenever school would be more fun."

"You're telling me. Having a personal clown would make Riddle's scolding bearable. Man that would be funny if you'd pie him in the face." Ace cackled at the thought. "You'd make a good...what's it called...oh, a fool."

"A fool? You mean like a royal jester?" Yuu asked pursing their lips in thought.

"Yeah, you could really take Riddle down a peg if you were. Honestly, morale gets so low when he's in a bad mood. He needs to have more fun." Ace ranted unknowingly giving Yuu an idea.

Deuce nodded in agreement as he examined Yuu props. The top hat looked pretty cool on him.

"Actually that sounds fun. I think I'll make a great jester!" Yuu laughed heartily.

They had no idea what chaos they had welcomed to Heartslabyul.

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Regina's Ending

Regina's part two ending to It's a Competition.

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: sad Janis, descriptive make out session

It wasn't Cady's information to share, but there she was in the English class that she shared with (Y/n), knee bouncing as she tried to keep herself from spilling Janis and Regina's secret. Their mutual crush on one of Cady's close friends had been eating her alive, and she had found herself in the middle of it somehow. She was dying to know who (Y/n) shared affections for. (Y/n) looked at her with a worried smile as she patted her arm gently. "Cady, what's wrong?" She inquired, examining her friend's tell-tell signs that she was holding in a secret.

Cady glanced over with her lips pursed as she squinted softly at (Y/n), and (Y/n) watched perplexed at how focused she got all of a sudden. "Do you have a crush on anyone at school?" She questioned, her soft blue eyes trying to search (Y/n)'s emotions. (Y/n)'s eyes went wide at Cady's question and she stared at the girl for a few long questions. "I'm sorry, that's personal, isn't it?" Cady sighed, resting her hand on her cheek, and tried to refocus her attention on the writing assignment they had to complete. But this was proving to be hard.

(Y/n) swallowed thickly as she tapped her pen gently on her paper. For a brief moment, she considered the pros and cons of telling Cady before deciding it would be okay to let her know. "I do, yeah," She said, causing Cady to turn to her so fast that (Y/n) was sure that she received whiplash. "I kind of have a thing for Regina. That's ridiculous though, right? Me having a crush on Regina George? I should lower my standards." (Y/n) chuckled bitterly, scribbling down a couple sentences for the assignment. She had never felt confident enough to share this information with anyone.

Cady looked over at (Y/n) sympathetically, as she had never shown signs of being self-conscious before. "I don't know, (Y/n). I think you would be surprised. Regina can be very kind, but even more so to you." Cady said, causing (Y/n) to eye her suspiciously. This caused Cady to glance away and clear her throat. "All I'm saying is maybe you do have a shot. You just have to give yourself the benefit of the doubt. You're very kind, caring, and pretty. Regina would be lucky to have someone like you as her girlfriend." Cady explained causing (Y/n) to nod a bit in understanding. After all, maybe Cady was right. She should give herself more of a chance to explore her crushes before putting herself down.

"Thanks, Cady," (Y/n) looked away from Cady, a small smile adorning her face. There was a part of Cady that felt bad that Janis wouldn't have a chance with (Y/n), but she was happy for (Y/n). Regina was going to be pleased when she found out, too. Or, when she asked (Y/n) to Spring Fling. Cady wasn't going to be the one who told Regina about (Y/n)'s feelings. It wasn't her place. That's why she didn't tell Cady about Regina's, either. She was, however; going to have to tell Janis so she stopped the competition. "You're a great friend. I really appreciate you."

Cady beamed at the compliment before starting back on her writing prompt. After school, she let Janis know that (Y/n) wasn't into her that way. Of course, Janis was upset, but she inevitably wanted (Y/n) to be happy, so she set aside her feelings as Damian and Cady comforted her with ice cream and scary movies.

(Y/n), on the other hand, was standing in front of Regina's door with a determined look in her eyes as she knocked on the door. When Regina's mom answered, she automatically sent her to Regina's room where Regina was working out the plans on her Spring Fling-posal. "(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" Regina questioned, standing up as she eyed the pink carnations in (Y/n)'s hands. Her eyes then met (Y/n)'s again, and the surprise left her eyes slowly, softening her features. "What are the flowers for?" It was a stupid question, but her head felt so foggy with the implication that this was real, she needed confirmation.

"They're for you," (Y/n) held them out, bracing herself for rejection. Regina paused for a moment before a smile tugged at her lips. She took the flowers before placing them on her dresser before turning to pull (Y/n) close. (Y/n)'s face turned a deep shade of red as Regina pressed a kiss onto her lips. Momentarily in shock, (Y/n)'s brows shot up before she slowly relaxed into the kiss, kissing back. Regina smiled against (Y/n)'s lips as they chased each other, Regina's tongue running along (Y/n)'s bottom lip, wanting for her to let her in. (Y/n) gave in easily and allowed Regina to have the dominance in the kiss. (Y/n) almost forgot she needed to breathe as Regina pulled away to catch her breath. "Woah."

Regina smiled at the word that left (Y/n)'s lips. "You should know I was ordering balloons and flowers so I can ask you to Spring Fling when we got back to my house after shopping Saturday," Regina spoke, trying to hide the fact that she was just as flustered. (Y/n) had to hold back the smirk threatening to tug at her lips over the fact Regina was a bit flustered.

"You don't have to do that, Regina." She reasoned as she kissed Regina's cheeks. Neither of them had dared move away from each other after their shared kiss. It was almost as if they were both scared that if they did, they would disappear and this would all be a dream. So, they stood there with Regina's hands around (Y/n)'s shoulders and (Y/n)'s hands hanging loosely on the back of Regina's neck.

Regina smiled down at (Y/n) as she began to smirk slowly her tongue resting on the top of her teeth as her lips parted softly. "Well, we can't disappoint Gretchen and Karen who want to have a part in this, can we?" She semi-joked, causing (Y/n) to laugh as she shook her head. Regina pulled (Y/n) in again, allowing them to kiss once more. Only this time, they knew it was real, they just didn't want to pull away anytime soon.

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BEE HOTELS | Sebastian Vettel

f1 masterlist | wattpad | ao3 | instagram

sebastian vettel x wife!journalist!reader

summary: seb's suzuka biodiversity project goes according to plan... or will he have some surprises that he might reject at first?

word count: 1983

warnings: none of it really! just seb being the standard, as i always write him (almost always, oops). use of y/n y/l/n

taglist: @celemilii bc i wrote this for her as a birthday present! i recommend you to read her works bc she's just like me: we write about the oldies.

you can send your one shots requests here! feedback is truly appreciated!

The painting in yellow and black tones increasingly filled his hands. Sweat dripped from his forehead, not only due to the sun that was blazing that day in Suzuka but also because of the stress he was feeling to ensure that the project turned out as planned: flawlessly.

Sebastian had spent months not only brainstorming and meticulously preparing for that Japanese Grand Prix weekend but also dedicating himself wholeheartedly the night before to build each of the hotels that his former colleagues were now painting.

He was exhausted, but the feeling of happiness he was experiencing at that moment was immense. The conversations among the other drivers couldn't be more positive. They seemed to be enjoying the process, constantly sharing laughter and jokes among them as they continued with their task the best they could.

While the German was focused on ensuring that everything was going perfectly, he could gradually see, out of the corner of his eye, a figure he knew perfectly well in any form.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

Her husband's tone surprised Y/N, who lowered her arms, disheartened, knowing that the hug she was about to give would most likely not be reciprocated.

"I came to see you. What else would I do?" replied the journalist, ignoring Seb's behavior. "And to interview you too, but you already know it."

The blonde frowned, feeling a bit confused by the situation. Interview him? How could there be nothing he wouldn't know?

"Interview me?" he innocently asked.

"Didn't Britta tell you?"

Sebastian shook his head once again. Y/N’s gaze shifted to Roeske, who averted his eyes at the mess he knew he had caused with the couple. The former driver's PR knew that if he had said anything beforehand, Seb would have likely rejected the offer and, most importantly, gotten upset. Besides, he knew that such a refusal would upset Mrs. Vettel, and that would end up in a pointless argument between the couple.

"Well, you know how Britta is. She didn't mention anything about interviewing me today, especially not by you. You know, with so many things she has to keep track of..." Vettel tried to excuse her.

The journalist shook her head and once again looked at the PR, seeking confirmation from his side. A single nod was enough to acknowledge that her client was right.

"Y/N, schön, we need to maintain professionalism," Vettel stated firmly, seeing that neither of the two women responded. "I don't think it's very appropriate to mix our personal life with the professional one. We've always done it this way, and we should..."

"To hell with professionalism, darling," she interrupted, raising her voice. "We've been pretending to be professional for too many years to keep doing it. You've been retired for almost a year, living the life you've always wanted with our children and me," she explained, trying to convince him. "It won't hurt if you let go and be yourself, if we just are ourselves."

Sebastian remained silent for a few seconds that felt eternal for the woman. He knew Y/N was right, he knew nothing would happen if they showed themselves as the couple they were in private, but his shyer side, the most introverted one, the one that wanted to protect his privacy above all and, above all, his family, felt a kind of fear that this would end up making him completely vulnerable to public scrutiny.

"Alright, let's do the interview," the German finally said, causing his wife to start hopping around before pouncing on him and kissing him all over his face.

"Where should we start, Mr. Vettel?"

"What about giving Mrs. Vettel a kiss?" he replied, playing along with the game the journalist had started. "You know, to help ease any tensions..."

Sebastian didn't need to say anything more for his wife to take his face in her hands and pull him towards her, giving him a kiss that lasted not only longer than they would have allowed on another occasion, but also longer than they themselves expected.

They ended up pulling away after a few seconds, just as they began to hear cheers, applause, and comments from the other drivers, who were watching the couple enthralled, as they had never shown themselves in such a way during their years in Formula 1.

"Carry on with what you're doing!" the four-time world champion shouted, trying not to sound angry. "I don't want anything left unfinished!"

Y/N couldn't help but blush and lower her head in embarrassment at all the attention she was drawing.

"Um... shall we start now, darling?" the journalist spoke again, trying to regain control of the situation.

"Yes, yes, of course. Go ahead, ask me anything."

She quickly pulled out her notebook, where she had written down a large number of questions to ask her husband as if she hadn't actually worked hand in hand with him on the project. She tried to maintain professionalism despite the still uncomfortable situation they were immersed in.

Seb, who seemed to notice how tense the woman was, decided to do things a little differently, although it was more than obvious that it took him some effort to take the first step.

Quickly and with trembling hands, he wrapped his right arm around his wife's waist and slowly guided her to sit on the ground next to him. She resisted at first because, deep down, she was also afraid to show herself as she truly was with the love of her life; but when she saw how the German also invited the cameraman who was filming them to sit on the ground, she knew there was no choice but to listen to the guy who initially meant nothing to her but ended up becoming her everything.

"More comfortable like this, right, schön?" Sebastian wanted to know, even though he already knew the answer.

"Yes, I think it will be more comfortable, darling," she replied, allowing herself to be guided by her husband's behavior, although once again blushing slightly.

With her head resting on his shoulder, the journalist took her notebook in her hands again, flipping through the page where she had the first question of what would undoubtedly be the most fake interview not only she had ever done but probably would do in her extensive career as a journalist.

"Well, let's start, darling. What inspired you the most to start this biodiversity project?"

"Well, as you know, I've always felt a special connection with nature and the environment. Do you remember the conversations we used to have, like, I don't know, about twelve or thirteen years ago?" she nodded. Of course, she remembered. How could she forget when he revealed to her how much the issue mattered to him at his home in Monaco, even before they had started dating? "I wanted to do something to show the importance of biodiversity, so these bee hotels seemed perfect to me."

"And why Suzuka, Seb?"

"Do you really need an answer to that question?" the man countered, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you already knew."

Now it was Y/N who looked less than pleased. Of course she knew why he had chosen Suzuka, it's just that the viewers, possibly, didn't.

"Suzuka is a very special place for me, both professionally and personally," the German continued. "This place has witnessed many important moments of my life, and I wanted to somehow give back everything it has done for me. Its people, I mean," he hastened to add. The journalist laughed at the incoherence of the response, earning herself a playful punch on the arm and some affectionate insults.

The interview continued in such a way that, more than a recording that would be broadcast on various media later, it seemed like one of those informal chats the couple used to have in their room, lying on the bed they both shared, after reading a story to their children and leaving them completely asleep.

Laughs, knowing looks, and even some intimate memories that ended up being revealed to the camera flowed effortlessly. Sebastian couldn't stop playing with Sally's hands and hair, caressing them so delicately that she seemed like a porcelain doll. The journalist, on her part, couldn't stop running her index finger up and down her husband's arm, writing invisible messages about how much she loved him.

"To finish I'd like to know something, darling. How was the process of designing and building each one of those bee hotels?"

"As you already know, and for those who are watching, I was lucky to work with a local carpenter yesterday. We worked on them all day long, and even part of the night. There are eleven in total: one for each team, and one for me," replied the German with a big smile.

His wife started laughing, and her lips twisted in a way that it wasn't hard for Vettel to recognize that his wife was hiding something.

"In fact, there are twelve, Seb," the journalist said with a playful tone.

"What do you mean twelve?" he asked, quite confused. "Love, you were there yesterday. There were eleven. One for each team, one for every two drivers, and another for..."

"I made one myself and I painted it too. Well... some parts are already painted because I asked the kids, secretly, to paint them so you could have a little piece of them here..."

The former driver was impressed by his wife's confession, and he couldn't help but feel emotional. Even a couple of tears threatened to leave his eyes when he saw Y/N, completely excited, getting up from the grass and fixing her clothes before reaching out her hand to him.

"What are you waiting for, Seb? Come on, you have to see it!"

Seb followed her, feeling a mix of very strange emotions after sharing life with this girl for so many years. When they arrived, they stopped in front of it, Britta taking photos from every possible angle and then starting a video call with the couple's children, who were staying with Seb’s parents.

"Schön, this is... God, I have no words. It's incredible."

Y/N smiled proudly before heading towards the structure and start explaining him everything.

"I've drawn us here, right in the front," indeed, there were two larger figures next to three smaller ones, surrounded by flowers and trees. "And here are the kids' drawings. Honestly, I don't know what they've drawn, but... I knew it would make you happy to have a little piece of them too."

The blonde bent down in front of the hotel made by his wife, examining it carefully as he traced with his fingers the strokes that Emily, Matilda, and Ben had made who knows when, and that seemed to have been well hidden. They were simple, clumsy, but he knew that behind them there was something much more important: the purest love he had ever experienced and that nothing and no one could surpass, not even his wife.

"It's wonderful, Y/N. You have no idea what this means to me."

Y/N could only approach her husband and give him a chaste kiss on the lips, not caring this time what happened next.

"I did it for you, Seb. I love you, we love you," she corrected herself, turning towards the mobile phone in front of them that Britta still held, referring to their children, who could be heard excitedly. "You are the sunshine of our lives and you deserve much more than this."

Sebastian didn't hesitate to, once again, kiss Y/N, and then hug her tightly, continuing to give her kisses on her temples.

"I wouldn't be the sunshine of your life if you weren't in it," he whispered in her ear. "You are the sunshine of my life. I love you, Y/N. Thank you for everything."

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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SOULMATES 3

Warnings: nsfw, smut, omegaverse, male reader, Omega male reader, two dudes fucking, body changing, biting, fluff

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Muzans passion only increased from then, (name) unsure how much time has passed since he had been taken.

"Alpha..." (Name) mumbled after the two viciously made out once more, Muzan easing the Omega into more explicit things--- what he may be a demon but he did have standards and knowledge on Omega etiquette! "What is it?" Muzan asked, the Omega resting on his chest sleepily "can... I see the sun?" His voice soft and delicate "Is that what you want?"

"Please...?"

Muzan didn't speak but he did kiss (name) once more before rolling over so (name) was on the bed "I must go, sleep"

(Name) pouted but didn't argue his alpha, knowing it wouldn't get him anywhere at this point.

"Goodnight alpha..."

The slayer's were hunting even more frequently, trying to figure out where (name) could have possibly been taken.

Tengen was worse for wear, the Alpha hadn't been sleeping or eating and his wives had to force him to do both.

The man looked so broken.... So defeated...

The other slayers vowed to find his brother.

At whatever cost.

Muzan could smell the heat from his lab, immediately stopping what he was doing to see his sleeping Omega rub his thighs together helplessly as soft breaths escaped his lips.

Muzan began undressing himself before walking towards the Omega and tearing off his clothes, not in the mood to deal with the process of removing the others clothing.

(Name) was still sleeping as Muzans cold lips ghosted upon his flesh, the unapologetic scent of his Omega in heat practically drove him feral with lust.

The Alpha bit and sucked at his neck, taking his sweet time with his mate who let out soft breaths and pants at the sensation.

Muzan did a number to him before moving lower and taking a nipple into his mouth and bit and sucked it, his other hand tugging and teasing, his clawed finger scraping gently.

His nipples were swollen and puffy by time Muzan was finished with him.

"He's still sleeping...?" Muzan mumbled and checked his vitals "well, I see I will have to wake him up another way"

His poor cock was weeping before Muzan thighs twitching and futon ruined from slick.

Muzan lifted his legs and bent the Omega upwards to see his ass better and with a sinister grin he pushed his tongue in, changing its shape to get deeper and stretch the Omega out nicely.

Because his omegas goung to be ruined after this.

(Name) slowly woke with a cry, feeling something between his legs and looking up he locked eyes with Muzan, the demon staring at him with a predatory gaze "alphaaaa~"(name) cried out as he reached out for his mate, Muzan detaching from him, chin covered in slick "well well, look whose awake" Muzan said in an almost teasing voice but the Omega just pouted, clearly his Omega is taking the reigns as Muzan freed him.

(Name) moved surprisingly fast for a human, shakily sitting up to kiss Muzan, the demons tongue shrinking a bit but still large enough to completely dominate his mouth and control the kiss.

(Name)s hands moved down to grab at the alphas cock, making a chirping noise when he began stroking it with long yet firm strokes "want me to fuck you darling? Fuck you full of pups?" (Name) wouldn't remember this so Muzan began spewing out dirty talk, watching his Omega soak up the attention as he pushed him down onto the futon, the two feverishly kissing as Muzan rubbed their cocks together, hand grasping both easily and watched as (name) shook at the pleasure before cumming "messy Omega..." Muzan mumbled before licking the cum from his omega off his hand "please alpha..." (Name) begged "pup?"

Muzan let the Omega wrap his legs around his hips, ankles close to lock him in.

Muzan could easily escape but it was cute seeing his mate act like he could keep him close, letting him think he had such power.

Wrapped an arm around the other's hips he pulled him close as his cock pushed in, the pitched whine that escaped the others lips almost made Muzan go feral.

The Alpha set the pace rough and hard, hips slamming into the other as his fangs scraped at his scent gland, the sensation of his Omega pulling at his hair as his ass spasmed at each aggressive thrust.

Muzans movements were becoming more animalistic as (name) began mouthing on his scent gland, the Demon softening his skin enough so that the Omega could bite into him, removing any blood from that area.

He wouldn't consume his blood, not yet.

Muzans know began catching at the rim of the others ass, stretching deliciously and with a final hard piston of the hips the demon knotted poor (name), biting his flesh and claiming him, (name) reciprocating the action.

Muzan wasn't seen for a week, easily keeping up with his omegas heat and needs.

He could smell the pregnancy by day two.

(Name) was asleep as the sound of chirping could be heard, the sun blinding his vision as he sat up and examined the room around him.

The room was ornate and large, the Omega settled on a large bed that was very western.

Beside him was a note, written so elegantly and scented like his alpha.

'(name),

I will not be returning till nightfall, trust that there is food and your items in the room across from you.

We will make this living area habitable for me once I return but until then please don't leave your bed as You will not be able to get up.

If you require anything, ring the bell beside you and a servant will assist you.

-Muzan'

"Even in writing he's so formal" (name) said softly as he looked outside the window by his bed, seeing the ocean and smiled knowing Muzan listened to him.

"Tengen, Muzan had been spotted towards the south east!" Rengoku said seriously, catching the attention of everyone.

"He finally showed himself"

"I'm going to kill him"

#demon slayer x male reader.#demon slayer x male reader #demon slayer x reader #muzan x male reader #muzan x reader #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader

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kombuuuu · 10 months

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Requesting a little drabble on reader being on their period and miles takes care of them🙏

HEADCANONS AND SNIPPETS RAAAHHHHH

u asked my babydoll 🤭🫶

UGHHHHH. do i have to set the standard SO HIGHHH BROOO

—

would so be the type to download a period tracker

he want to know exactly when to make sure he’s free, there’s no way he’s letting you suffer without him there, no matter how major/minor your pains are.

he’d jump at the chance to take care of you

like this man is such a giver, it’s unreal

he’s a big massage believer, like is CONVINCED if you let him run your lower back that the pain will go away — he’s not wrong

he probably asked his ma how they worked, and what helped. and was really embarrassed by it, cause he checked google, and a lot of it just said sex LMFAO

his ma probably laughed at that, telling him those articles were all written by someone’s unique experience, and that they’re all different. then gave him a list of things you might like

ie, gifts, food, comfort, sleep — telling him it all really depended on you. he made note of everything she said, and the first time you ignored him for two days — he showed up with a bunch of roses, and a gift basket full of things you loved.

“Surprise?”

“Wh—.. Honey, are you crying?!”

“Nuh uh…”

“Mami, I can see the tears.”

“No you can’t,” *sniffle* “,You’re insane. Crazy.”

“Oh, pretty — C’mere.”

my man LOVES to do skin care with you, so that basket had like 12 face masks slipped in the sides. he thought he was sly, he wasnt

definitely cooks for you. will never let you eat anything inadequate, and if you want junk food, he’s getting his spider suit out and RUSHING

he’s the perfect man im gonna end it (ME END ME)

bigger drabble under cut

Miles’ footsteps were the only thing he could hear throughout the apartment.

Your family out to their everyday activities, but you weren’t. You hadn’t shown to school, nor texted him midway through class if he’d want to go graffiti the Police department — to which he’d remind you he can’t, his dad would kill him — or even begged him to get you food at an ungodly hour.

None of it, you’d gone completely MIA.

So, naturally, he broke into your apartment. Slipping in through your mothers window, which she always leaves slightly open, and strolling through your apartment like he lived there.

He strained his ears, his hearing being rather advanced due to the bite, but still heard nothing but soft breath. Well, you were alive.

“Conejita? You awake?”

He pressed his palm flat to your door and slowly twisted the knob, opening it in slow movements as to not make much noise.

He was graced by the sight of you, curled tight in on yourself with tear tracked cheeks, puffed up and shiny. Your eyes were closed, passed out from exhaustion, but the way your eyelashes clung to each other was a tell you hadn’t been sleeping for long.

“Oh, baby..”

Miles crouched in front of your bed, pausing the show you’d been watching on your phone and clipping it on charge for when you wake.

He watched you shift, pressing a hand to your uterus subconsciously, and the times clicked.

He made a face, something akin to anger, pulled out his phone and turned off DND. The immediate notification for the period tracker he had installed was frightening.

He cursed at himself, giving you a worried glance before he rushed out of the room. Making sure to quietly close everything behind him, and leaving your Ma’s window cracked slightly open.

—

“Hey, Chiquita — wake up, baby.”

“Wh—.,” You opened your eyes slowly, blinking at the harsh light of golden hour. “What..,”

Turning to your side again, you dragged a hand over your eyes and rubbed, checking to see who it was that woke you.

“Miles?”

“Hey, Mami.”

He watched you wake, glossy eyes baring up at him through a sleepy haze. “Hi..”

Your softened tone, and the way your lips curled softly, god he was swooning.

“Got you some things, Ma.”

Your eyebrows pinched but the smile stayed. “You didn’t have to do that, Miles.”

Shuffling the covers off of you, you sat up in your bed, suddenly realising how hot you were and letting your legs sit atop the covers.

“Oh, Please. Like I wouldn’t.”

“I know you do, it’s just—“

“Don’t even say to save, baby, cause this is what I save for.”

He gave you a pointed look, standing up from his crouched position with a foxy smirk and turning to your desk to grab the items. You playfully rolled your eyes, smacking his ass when he turned.

“Watch the hands.”

“Hypocrite.”

You watched him crowd over your vanity, patting the bed for your phone and giving him a curious look. You realised it was on charge, and smiled to yourself before he turned.

In his hands were a bag of any snacks you could ask for, another from your favourite burger place, and the last filled with pain relief items, and of course, true to him, face masks and nail polish.

“Miles…”

“Oh, sweet thing, don’t cry—,”

“I can’t help it!”

“I know, I know, baby.”

He stepped forward, letting the bags rest in the middle of the bed and crawling to sit next to you, grabbing your face in his hand and leaning on the other — he pressed his forehead to yours. Giving you loving pecks wherever his lips dragged.

“C’mon, Conejita. How ‘bout we eat? Then I can make you feel better with a massage?”

He parted from your face and rubbed his thumb along your waterline, dipping to kiss away at your tears.

When he pulled back again he watched your goofy smile grow, and his heart warmed. “Yeah— Okay.. You know you don’t have—,”

“Don’ even finish that sentence.”

“Pff— Whatever.” You pouted at him with a playful smile, the glint in your eye challenging. He rolled his eyes and a smile played of his own.

“I got your favourite—,”

“We should marry.”

—

+BONUS!!!!

“You feel pretty yet?”

“I feel beautiful.”

Miles twirled in the mirror, the matching panama’s he’d found at Target had you both ditching the clothes you were wearing for the stupid spiderman themed pyjamas.

“I mean— The nails? Professional.”

You giggled at him from the bed and he watched to live for that sound to be the last thing he hears, old and greying with you.

“Mhmm, even with all the smudges?”

“I think they add charm.”

You scoffed at him with playful eyes. And pet your face to readjust the face mask.

“Come here, Mimi, gotta fix your mask.”

He shuffled over to you, standing over your and letting your deft fingers run over his face. “You think you’d be good at wearing masks by now.”

“Oh low blow, baby.” He pinched your arm softly and you smiled at him, all domesticity and love and god, he’d be overwhelmed if he didn’t feel the exact same for you.

“[Name], I love you. You know that, yeah?”

You pulled him down by his neck, giving him a peck through your masks and sighed dreamily. “Yeah, know it so well.”

He pushed your chest, gentle fingers coaxing you to lay down, “Love you, too.”

He laid beside you, and you curled up into him. Watching as he grabbed your phone and opened it to start up the show again.

You let your eyes trail his features, before turning back to your phone. Missing how he did the same.

#໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა #across the spiderverse #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #spiderverse x reader #miles x reader #miles my beloved #miles morales x you #miles 1610 #atsv miles #miles morales headcanons #miles morales x y/n #miles morales hcs

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The Valentine's Surprise

It’s just a random day in February and Roman bursts through the door, bringing a blast of cold air from outside into Virgil’s room.

“We have a problem!”

“Hm,” Virgil replies without looking up from his book.

“It’s an emergency,” Roman says more emphatically.

Virgil lifts an eyebrow slightly. “Is the house on fire? Should I run for my life?”

“Much worse.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Roman unceremoniously flop down on the armchair next to him, burying his face in his arms.

“We have no date for Valentine’s Day,” he says in a tone of voice in which other people say, ‘I only have six months to live’. “Why do I think of this so late every year? Why? Why is Valentine’s Day always so sudden?”

Virgil smirks behind the pages. “Yes, it’s hard to believe that they put it so spontaneously and completely arbitrarily on February the 14th again. Is it no longer possible to rely on anything in life?”

Roman fishes for a pillow and throws it in Virgil’s direction. “Not funny, Mister Sarcasm!”

It becomes more than clear that Roman, with all his pre-Valentine’s heartbreak, isn’t going anywhere else. Virgil struggles with himself for a moment before finally putting the book aside and turning to Roman.

“Why are you bothering me with this anyway? Patton seems to me the right side to contact for your problem.”

Roman sighs deeply and tragically. “No, it has to be you,” he confesses and comes finally to the point. “You’re the one who can push this problem into focus.”

‘Ah’ thinks Virgil, only mildly surprised. No one ever comes to him for advice. Especially not Roman.

“Listen, Princey, weren’t we all agreeing on not psyching ourself out over some day and instead celebrating love in all its forms?”

He knew that the topic would come up again, no matter how well Roman coped with the whole thing on the outside. You don’t have to be a genius to realize that his thoughts still revolve around Nico Flores and the unclear relationship.

“Ugh.” Roman sighs again. “It’s just…,” he starts to explain and his voice sounds husky, as if he had a cold. “I’m Thomas’s romantic side and I should do something, right? Valentine’s Day makes me sentimental, and I want to throw around grand gestures, but… What’s the point of embracing love if you never get anything back?”

That was too much of an exaggeration, even by Roman’s standards. Virgil would like to make a sarcastic remark again, but he can’t. Not when Roman looks like that, so worked up and hurt. It always causes a strange tug in his chest that he can’t quite explain.

“Wow, that’s a gloomy way of seeing it.” Virgil swings his legs over the edge of the couch and stands up. “Come on, you stayed already for too long in my room. Breathe, okay?”

Roman allows Virgil to grab him by the arm and carefully escort him out of this dark corner of the mind.

“Better?”

“Better,” Roman agrees, but still sounding a little helpless.

It’s unbearable.

“Okay, you know what, let me show you something.”

Almost energetically, Virgil manoeuvres them in the direction of the stairs. It’s kind of surprising how little defensive Roman is about all of it. Usually, he is protesting and whining a lot more. For now, he just raises his arms in a questioning manner.

“Virge, what-” he stops abruptly. Roman has the widened, panicked gaze of a deer on the highway that suddenly and abruptly finds itself in the middle of the headlights of an approaching truck.

“Oh my goodness! Are you kidding me?! What’s… Why…?”

Virgil bites his lower lip, amused. “My pet spider wanted a friend, and you’re always into battling monsters, so…”

“No, no, no… No!”

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Unconditional, requited love.”

Roman looks at Virgil, then at the spider and his tiny self, and finally back to Virgil again.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Virgil crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs. To be honest, he’s just a little smug about it. You can’t choose where Cupid’s arrow will land.

“What can I say, you make my spider feel special and awesome.”

The corners of Roman’s mouth twitch. It looks like a smile he’s suppressing. “I will tolerate this nonsense,” he says benevolently. “But it’s not at all solving my problem.”

Virgil should walk away now, leaving Roman behind with nothing but his self-doubts and fears. That’s at least what the old anxiety would do. Damn it, he is not the one who is usually comforting people! But then again… it’s all about family, right? At least, that’s what Patton would say.

“I can’t believe that I have to point it out.” Virgil sighs and feels a little uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Love always comes around for us when we least expect it. You don’t have to force anything, Roman. Accept and acknowledge what you already have. There’s a lot of affection in different ways and forms around you. You’re just not seeing it clear.”

It’s strange to have said it out loud after it’s been rumbling in his stomach like an ulcer. Strange and relieving at the same time.

Virgil clears his throat. Anyway, it’s not that he meant anyone specific. What matters is, that Roman’s face suddenly lights up with a warm, knowing smile. It makes Virgil feel a whole lot better too.

"I knew I could count on you," says Roman softly, and no one is commenting it.

💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️

I hope you enjoyed the small (not beta-read) story. I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes my german brain wasn't seeing.

#sanders sides #sander sides fanart #sander sides fanfic #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #valentines day

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demonlovingsheep · 5 months

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Which brother has the highest kill count in Obey Me? How and why they kill? This is what I think:

Lucifer. He is very strict, prideful, and very powerful. He caused the most casualties in the Celestial War no doubt. In the beginning of his demon years, lower demons would purposely get in his way to challenge him. The first one who tried did not live to tell the tale. The second one follows the fate of the first one. One by one, thousands by thousands would continue to increase Lucifer’s body count to the millions until lower demons finally got the message that he is not to be messed with. As for human casualties, I doubt there is a lot since he doesn’t like the taste of human flesh. If he was summoned by a cult or something, he is going to have fun manipulating those foolish souls. After all, he is a sadist.

Beelzebub. He is Lucifer’s body guard in the Celestial Realm, a Cherub that is one of the highest in terms of rank. Due to his strength, he can easily crush his opponents. When he became a demon, all his victims became his meal during his hunger rampage. His sin took full control of his body in the beginning and most of the time he wouldn’t know what’s happening until one of his brothers stops him or he has no other food source available. He probably does the same up in the human world when summoned by a cult if they don’t offer him a big enough meal as offering, then they become the meal themselves. When MC meets him in the original timeline, he still tries to eat us and we’re not allowed to sleep or be near him without another brother’s supervision. Even the brothers were afraid one of their toes was gonna be bitten off.

Leviathan. “Keep sending your soldiers. The ocean has plenty of space before it run out of gravesites for your people.” He controls the ocean, just sends out a tsunami or two and wipes every being away and let the corpse fall to the bottom to be eaten. Even if the victim has the ability to breathe underwater, he would summon Lotan to obliterate them. He never has to get handsy to increase his kill count. He does snack on a couple of humans that've been swept into the ocean by currents.

Satan: He unleashed hell when he was born, being the embodiment of wrath itself. He was separated from Lucifer and his other brothers when they fell. Since there is no one strong enough to hold him back, he wreaked havoc on anything and everything. He set the area around him into a green fire graveyard until he was eventually found and gets chained and shoved in a locker. He gets ticked off when summoned, and if it was for a stupid reason. If they mistaken him for Lucifer, which is pretty often, no one would live to tell the tale. It took decades for them to learn that he is not that damn arrogant bastard.

Asmodeus: Personally, I was conflicted between him and Mammon, but Asmodeus can snap more easily than Mammon. Even though he is the avatar of lust, he still has standards and boundaries. Most lower demons think he is easy to manipulate. Just compliment him, take him to a motel or bar, and get him when he’s vulnerable. The thing is that Asmo knows, and he has his own wicked plan in mind. Depending on his mood, he can either toy with the other demons for such a long time that the other demon will actually develop some feelings for him, all for it to crumble in the end. Like a heartbreak, but with their hearts literally removed and in Asmodeus’s hands. Asmo will still laugh and feign innocence like he hadn’t just gone sicko lover mode. Or he just snaps and completely loses it, charming the other person to bash their own skull against a wall until they are dead. He still refuses to get his clothes or nails stained.

Mammon: He wasn’t initially greedy, but he slowly grew to be the Avatar of Greed as he is. Mammon perhaps fakes his personality, just like how Satan would cover up his wrath with a smile. After all, how would one approach to make a business if he gives off a threatening aura. Maybe centuries as a shady business demon made him lose his sense of dignity along the way, but keep in mind he still knows his title as an Avatar. He flaunts it too, it’s just that it’s very hard to push him to the point of violence. So most demons don’t take him seriously. Money makes the world go round, but it’s the quickest way for someone to seek vengeance when someone doesn’t pay back what they own. Mammon generally plays by the rules even though he himself gambles in illegal places, but he still has business standards. If someone tries to cheat him out of his winnings, they will earn themselves a one way ticket to Mammon’s blacklist, which most of the time has four or five people in the waiting list so one shouldn’t count on time to delay Mammon’s wrath. He will make them pay. No amount of begging or bribery will work, by then the only way of paying back the “debt” is with one’s soul, which is worth even more than anyone can ever imagine. Hell, perhaps he deals with selling organs on the black market too after he finishes seeking vengeance. Organs are worth a good amount of money, either for hungry cannibalistic demons looking for a demon kidney as dinner or for mad scientist demons to run experiments on. Either way, business.

Belphegor: He is too lazy to kill, that’s all I can say. If you think it’s hard to get on Mammon’s blacklist, it’s even harder to get on Belphegor’s blacklist because he just doesn’t care…unless someone messes with his dear twin, Beelzebub. There will be no more peaceful rest for that person for the rest of their short life because Belphegor will make sure that they die in agony. He will curse the person so that whenever they are about to fall asleep, they will be jolted alive by some weird electric feeling. It’s like the feeling when you trip in your sleep (Hypnic Jerk), except it’s not an angel accidentally dropping your soul when bringing you to heaven, but a demon draining your sanity to live. It’s no brainer that sleep is very important as it keeps one’s mind and body functioning. For the victims of Belphegor however, they will never sleep again. They can try but are always jolted awake whenever they are on the edge to dreamland. Until many days has gone by where the person is basically a walking zombie at this point, they pray and try to fall asleep once again expecting for the same jolt feeling, except it didn’t happen. The victims can finally sleep, but this sleep feels more…permanent.

Author’s note: I started writing this draft like a year ago, and took it out today. I forgot what im exactly writing. It’s so shifty of what it’s meant to be. Think it was kill count and why, but it gradually moved onto killing methods of each. Don’t take it too seriously 👉👈. Hope y’all enjoy.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me headcannons #obey me nightbringer #obey me spoilers #warning for demon behaviors and stuff???

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notyashiro128 · 5 months

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Bunny suit

husband satoru gojo x reader

Warning: smut (heavy smut), teasing, curse , smau.........

Note This one shot is long super long it took me a whole 5 days to finish and requests are open so ye

10:34am

At the house.

"Sweetheart, I'm going back to the office for a meeting, stay put, please." satoru stated, fixing his tie while looking at himself in the mirror. He wore a white shirt with a black suit, paired with his black tie and his black shoes. All you could say was he looked extremely attractive and sexy in it

"Staring is a bit rude~," He chuckled, making you shrug it off and reply, "Shut up, when are you coming home?" You inquired, making him think and check his phone for the schedule.

"Around 7:30 pm, why?" Saturo quirked an eyebrow at your question, as you never asked him things like this before. "Hm, I don't know." You teased, leaving the man perplexed. "Whatever this stunt is, I hope it doesn't get me in trouble."

He scowled, the usual aggressiveness getting into him as he overanalyzed your inquiry. "I'm heading to work now, love you." satoru pecked you on your cheek, making you nod. "I love you too, take care!" You bid your farewell, making him smile a bit.

The two of you'd been married for two whole years, and today was supposedly your anniversary, disturbed by his work. Sure, he didn't forget about it, but he really had to go to work , and since your home was far from his office, he had to go out early.

13:08pm

You decided to stroll out and see clothing you could wear once satoru gots home, and surprisingly, something immediately caught your eye.

A bunny suit?

You stared at it, amused by how good it looked from afar, detail by detail. Observing everything of it, you saw how expensive it was, and the detail explains it all. "This would be a great surprise for him," You pondered, smirking to yourself as you decided to buy it just for fun.

The material on both the tail and the bunny ears was soft, it was like how satoru described you. Cotton was soft, yet dangerously sharp, and that's how the clothing was in a way, it could catch anyone's eye. You went to the dressing room to try it on, seeing if it was worth buying.

Surprisingly, it seemed to fit your standards in clothing.

Its black cloth was smooth and silky, and the outer part was a soft plastic-like, malleable detail. The suit hugged your waist, and the stockings along with it revealed your flush thighs, making it outstanding to whomever would look.

Your chest was revealed slightly, and the lower part of the clothing hugged your ass well along with how it fits you, perfectly.

After all that, you decided for the last time, and bought it. Bringing it with you, driving your car home excitedly, as if this were a great, great surprise.

4:57pm

At the House

"Good afternoon, welcome back home." Your servant greeted you as you entered the manor, smiling at you and how happy you looked like coming back home, you nodded in response, making her know automatically that you meant to tell her 'good afternoon to you too'.

Quite immediately, you headed to your and Saturo's room, changing into the bunny suit to take pictures- and hell, you looked great.

Flushed, you started to think about what you've done. Half of you was scared, and half of you... well, half of you were excited about whatever he had in mind for the both of you when he got home.

(At the dinner table) 19:24 pm

"itadakimasu" (いただきます), now you pick up your chopsticks and eat the food seated on your bowls. Just by the right timing, your husband finally arrived

Note: in your house, you have some maids (you don't like the maids but Saturo said you don't need to do the work so they come from 11 am to 8 pm, they do cleaning and sometimes cooking)

"Good evening, welcome back home" They all said in unison, but satoru didn't budge. He immediately sat beside you and gave you an intimidating glare, making you feel little beside him, as the both of you peacefully ate dinner. You were bothered, though. He's been eyeing you from time to time, as if he planned something out so thoroughly.

satoru is a man of his word, and though you'd catch him lying sometimes, whenever he says he'll do something, do expect that from him.

(After dinner the maids leaves)

8:14pm Your Room

After the maids left the house and you said goodbye to them, satoru called you to the room. When you went to the room, he was behind the door. He closed the door behind you You were standing behind the door with Satoru in front of you

"so hello my beautiful wife" he said playfully you were very shy, “Oh come on, you don’t even say hello"

"H-hello?" You reply in embarrassment, making him smirk more to himself.

"Now now, no need to be shy. But, didn't I tell you you're not getting away with it?" He giggled, face getting closer to yours as he walked closer to you, pinning you to the door you

"You sent those pics and never expected me to do something about it princess~ ?" He placed his hand on your cheek and raised your head to meet his

"ohh princess I asked you a question, and I want you to answer me." He starts tearing you,

"Yes... yes you did." You muttered lowly, face flushed.

"So, now, I want you to wear that suit again, and come back here~" He ordered, and you followed. It's not like you had a choice anyway, you provoked him to do this.

Again with the bunny suit, it hugged you even better now, as you actually tied it and fixed your stockings too. Now, it was your ass that looked perky with that. Shyly, you got out of the dressing room, spotting Satoru easily as he was waiting on the bed.

(I'm smiling as I write this helppppp)

His eyes scanned you up and down.hes getting hard again just by looking at you

"Looks better close," He stood up, walking closer to you, which in instinct, made you walk backwards. "You're gonna act all bratty now, yeah? Oh well, you're making it harder for yourself." Satoru teased, taking both of your wrists into one of his hands, pinning them to the wall.

This small action made you flinch and let out a sweet little sound, making his eyes widen in shock.

"O-oh, sorry." You apologized, making him click his tongue. "I want you to let out all your sweet noises, let me hear your voice." satoru whispered, his mouth getting close to your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and butterflies to your stomach.

Heck, you felt like you'd cum just by him being touchy, he knew all your sensitive and sweet spots.

He started kissing and sucking on your neck, making you whimper softly at the sudden contact with your flesh. You felt him smirk against your skin, adding more friction to what pleasure you felt. He started humming lightly to send vibrations to tickle you, this made you let out a moderately soft moan. and

"'toru.." You breathed out, making him suck harshly on your skin, finding your sweet spot, abusing it with his plums and soft lips abusing it with his plump and soft lips. "Ngh!" You lightly inhaled as Satoru's lips now left contact with your flesh, and he now let go of your wrists. He stared at your neck for seconds with a smirk, making you realize what he'd done.

"Only I can mark you up like this, and touch you like this." Satoru scowled in a low tone, making you catch he was serious at the moment. It only took a few seconds for him to look at the art that his lips had made Then He decided to put his blindfold over your eye

"You hear me, slut?" He pecked your lips, humming in signs he expected an answer, and so, you decided not to disobey for now. "Yes daddy," You close your eyes shut as he kissed you deeply, making the small kiss into a make out session, making sure he tasted every inch of your mouth.

His tasted like mint, it lingered around your teeth as he played with your tongue with his own, smirking onto the kiss to let you know he's up for this. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently, not breaking the kiss any later. Satoru then started to massage your thighs, irritating your pussy with his hand slightly rubbing against it, forcing a mewl out from you.

"Mmh, good girl good girl ," He whispered right into your ears immediately after cutting the kiss off, you were struggling to breathe, which only riled him up more.

"Toru," You breathed out, yet it seemed he wasn't content with just that answer."no no be a good girl and call me daddy" He then brought a hand up to slap your thigh a bit harshly, "Ah, d-daddy" and man did it feel so good but hurt so bad. It stung for a while Satoru started touching your breasts. “They are perfect.” He pulled down some of the suit and started licking your boobs He wanted to put up hickeys on both of them You started moaning with every movement he made "Daddy, ahh!" You cried "Oh your boobs are that sensitive," he said that while playing with them after he made a lot of hickeys on them he went down

You held onto the sheets tightly, pulling it closer as you feebly sobbed, not in dread, but in impatience. Your pussy was burdened with need of attention, all aroused for his touch.

"That's it, just like that." He then lowered his face until it met your pussy, he rested your legs on his shoulders, his hands reaching out to the cloth of your suit to rip it.

It didn't help that you looked so cute under him, squirming around, just like what a bunny in heat would do. How ironic honestly.

Satoru teased you by caressing your core especially your perfect boobs with his thumb while gently licking on the rest of your pussy,like his last meal, cleaning up the wetness that revolved around your little tight pussy. His liquids made your area easier to access, making it even easy to insert his fingers in your pussy, and so he did.

He showed no mercy, and entered two fingers in, stretching you out so painfully good. Even though it's not the first time you two have done this together, both his fingers and his size will never be something you're used to.

You winced and whined in pain, making his smirk grow into a grin. "Take it, you fucking slut." He started to curl his fingers in, hitting a certain spot that made feel both pain and pleasure. you

Pain, for not being able to adjust to two fingers in, and pleasure for it being hit.

You let out a breathy moan, letting him know it felt good there—and by this, he started hitting it constantly. This made you let out sweet sounds he wanted to hear, him being pleased made it easier for you. Since that'd mean he'll not go full on, right?

Unexpectedly, your husband now is sucking on your pussy while his two fingers in it , the way you liked it, humming from time to time to send more friction (vibrations). The way you reacted was exactly how he imagined you would, the way he took you in his mouth, penetrating your core and your pinkish tight pussy at the same time; it made you feel like you're successfully in cloud nine.

"Nnh, 'toru- daddy, c-close..." You managed to moan out, getting the male's attention. He then glared at you and signed for you to do so, not stopping the movement of both his fingers and his tongue, even fastening. Not long enough, you finally cum

making Satoru giggle to himself.

Though you already had your release, that didn't stop sucking, and licking on your pussy It felt nice, painfully pleasuring. You squirmed under his hold, making him grip your thigh harshly with his free hand.

"Still, stay still." Satoru professed in a soft tone, making you nod and look at whatever he was doing. Slowly, he removed his fingers from your pussy, licking off the excess fluids on his fingers while licking off your release earlier, making sure it'll not go to waste.

"It's my turn~," Satoru mused as he sat down, tapping the bed lightly, more so telling you to sit up as well. You complied, however your arms and legs felt like jello. "You've been a good bunny, I think it's time you deserve a reward?" He pointed out to his cock, making your eyes glisten in awe.

You nodded and got on your knees on the floor, making his expression soften as he leans back to give you more access to his long member. (20-23 cm or even more)

Agonizingly slow, you sucked on his pink tip and caressed it using your hand. You heard Satoru groan in pleasure, making you a bit more confident about it. You then brought his length to deeper and slightly choked, but it was hard to adjusted his size in your small mouth.

"oh i see your small mouth can't take my big cock it that so ~" he teased you with that His hand snaked to reach your head, pulling on your hair to make you suck it deeper "take it~ all"

You tried you best to fit his cock in your mouth,He moaned, "Ngh, (y/n), you're so- haah- good," He threw his head backwards and got carried away by the pleasure, he started to move with your pace. You mewled on his cock, sending a vibration into his nerves, adding friction to how good he felt.

"Fuck, fuck, don't stop," He whined out. It only riled you up more, so you picked up your pace, smiling against his flesh as you sucked him off. You looked at Satoru in the eyes, and it seemed to catch him off guard. He was weakened by your movement, he couldn't pick up with your speed.

"Mmh! (Y/n), fuckkk-" He furrowed his brows as he groaned out your name. You could tell he was nearing. The twitching of his member said it all, and the way he tugged onto your hair said likewise. He started to let out breathy whines and moans, signalling you were doing well.

"Hngh... Good bunny," He muttered, his filling your mouth up with his cum. You swallowed, licking your lips and his cock clean- and due to his sensitivity, he whimpered at this.

Satoru carried you and pinned you to the bed, sucking on your nipples a bit harshly this time to tease you, going further below to mark your stomach by his kisses.

"Now tell me" With his hands, he pushed his hair away from his eyes ,he looked super super fuckig sexyy (OmG) "are ready to feel my cock inside of you princess?" He asked for softly,you could just cum by what he just said . You nod with a blush in your face

" a a a a a I wanna hear you ,say it" he smirked "I- want y-you inside of me," you said blushing. "Good girl taking care of me this whole 2 years"....

He then rubs your pussy with his tip trying to tease you "ok love here we go~" He started inserting his cock inside you slowly, then went a bit deeper, "Mmh, you're still so tight. I thought by now, you'd be used to this." He described how good you felt little by little, slowly picking up his pace on you.

the sound of skin slapping now echoed the room along with your soft whimpers and wet rare. He went it to go faster, gripping your waist as your legs practically hugged his waist. You were so needy, you didn't know what you were doing.

"A-aah, comin- ngh!" You struggled to form out words with your voice, ignoring his inquiry as you felt another knot tighten in your stomach. Satoru chuckled in between low grunts, "Hmm, look at you. So good for me, hnng-" He groaned in a flirtatious tone that sent you to the edge. You released around his cock with a whine, your soft and warm walls pulsating around him as he- saturo, only looked a tiny amount pleasured.

He fucked you through your orgasm, quickening his pace to chase his own high. You struggled to breathe, the pleasure was too much to handle, it started to convert to pain. "Ah-haah, daddy, toru, i-it hurts, please," Your pleads are ignored by him

"Ehh? I thought you could take it," He muttered, thrusting a bit slowly down ., your fingers weak as you tried to grip Satoru's shirt. Tears started to form by the corners of your eyes, it is both from overstimulation and desperation for his cock.

The pleasure was too much for you to handle, yet, something in your chest clangs and says you can't have enough of it.

"H-haah, com-coming, again," You feebly moaned, feeling a hand up your stomach. Your tears drenched the blindfold, but you're too busy focusing on the feeling of his thick long big cock buried in you, as you can't view anything he's doing. brows furrowed

"Shit, I-I'm coming, cumming cumming" Satoru quietly grunts,

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After satoru cums inside of you he lay down next to you, sighing, “You were good, better than good.” He turned to you and hugged you." Let me rest for a while and I will take care of you I love you, i love you happy anniversary beautiful " he added you were smiling

The end✨🦦

I think pt2 is after care yeah?

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