#buck's jealousy is....... whatever the fuck that is

[bindeds]

[ DON’T BE SORRY. ] : 5.1k words. 𖤐 LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X FEM READER. — you’re dating the big boss of hell himself, but it’s a sticky situation when you’re also good friends with a tech-savvy overlord who believes the cause of your boyfriend’s daughter is absolute bullshit.

#tags. slight hurt/comfort, slight jealousy, nsfw (+18), fluff, smut, vox being a hell of a friend, lucifer being vulnerable as hell,

a/n. fuuuuck i forgot to post this under the request but this was the request that i wrote this for <33 didn''t even remember they wanted fluff which is lucky bc i suck at fluff so i don't write it too often but i ended up writing in fluff anyway bc it felt appropriate for the fic SO

masterlist. request something :>

“Sir, someone is here to see you.”

Vox growled. His office would have been pitch black if it weren’t for the multitude of tv screens that stared right back at him, boring holes into his screen. They buzzed and whined with a cyan glare bright enough to light the entire pentagram. Claw marks left the edges of his head unpolished, his bowtie askew as his teeth grinded so hard he wanted to encounter a system error.

“Tell Val I am not in the mood for sorting out whatever’s got his panties in a twist this time—”

“Someone else, sir.”

“Well don’t just stand there you useless fuck! Who the fuck is it?” Static shocks ruptured from the wires on his head as he jumped out of his chair fuming. 

The employee pulled one of the handles of Vox’s grand doors. In pranced a sunlit woman with a grin that stained her cheeks red. On her arms were shopping bags lined all the way down their forearms, marking their weight on her flesh.

You pulled your rose-tinted sunglasses away from your face as you cocked a brow.

“What, are you not happy to see me Vicky?” 

“When are you gonna stop calling me that, you absolute slut!” Vox beamed, and as if a new line of code had entered his program, he shedded his jacket off to peel your shopping bags off you as he set them on his couch.

“What brings you back here after all this time, whore? And whose money are you wearing because I know there’s no goddamn way that’s all yours,” Vox laughed through his clearly lighthearted remarks. 

“Whatever. Whore is right because you’ll never guess who I’m fucking.”

.

On the edge of the pride ring resided halls and halls of vintage red wallpaper and intricate gold decor. Knocking frantically at her father’s door just to ask where his partner had gone was never how Charlie would have imagined her morning to go, ever, but here she was, knees wobbling with her hands clasped together as she waited no longer than a second before she had her fist in the air again to—

“Charlie?” 

“Dad!”

When Charlie had asked of your whereabouts, Lucifer simply frowned, though a hint of terror struck his shrunken pupils.

“Uh—I thought she was with you? Don’t you guys have that trust building exercise thing on today—”

“Yes! Yes that is precisely why I am panicking—she’s not in her room and she never misses our gatherings! Dad, how do you not know where she is?” Charlie screeched anxiously.

“Relax, Charlie I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for—”

“For her not to tell her own boyfriend where she’s going?” Charlie seethed with dirt kicked into her tone. 

“Let me call her, okay?” Lucifer pulled his phone out and speed dialed you. 

Something in his room buzzed intermittently. 

Charlie peered into her father’s room, only to find another phone rattling on the further bedside table.

Lucifer looked over his shoulder to the same view. His shoulders dropped.

“Ohhh no.”

.

“Face it baby, I got bigger bucks than daddy could ever conjure up.”

“Vox!” You punched him in the shoulder, unable to hold back laughs that pulled at the bottom of your stomach.

“What? Oh my god, you actually call him that in bed don’t you, you bitch? Holy shit, you really are a slut!” Vox cracked up after you both had left his building. “Where to?” 

“A few blocks away I got something to show you in the ma …”

Your lips fell numb when your gaze fell on a certain man with a white overcoat tailing in the wind as he approached your direction with a storm in his steps. He had been looking at his sides—your hand moved to shove Vox even before your body could follow.

“Ow, what—”

“Go.”

“Babe, what’s—”

“Vox go GO! Back in now!” You spun him on his heel and elbowed him back into the glass doors of his building lobby.

“Honey?” 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—”

He called your name, loud and clear as day that even the ruby skies of hell echoed it.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” Vox deadpanned.

“Hey!”

Both yours and Vox’s heads turned to the sound, Lucifer just a few strides away from possibly opening a portal down a ring.

“You!” Lucifer barked, gaze locked with Vox’s. “The fuck are you doing calling my girlfriend ‘babe’?” 

“Oh, that’s not—”

“Lie to me and I swear to fucking god I’ll make sure they’ll be prying you for parts.”

“Luci.”

“What?” His head snapped in your direction.

A silent gasp escaped you. 

His shoes hadn’t nearly been dragged through as much gravel as his voice had been. It was something he’d dug up from the depths of his chest like it was nothing—and it brimmed with the filth of his own disdain. 

Lucifer blinked hard as he shook his head. “Honey, I didn’t—”

“We’re just friends.”

“I know that but—”

“It’s an expression.”

Lucifer blinked a few times again, and with each blink he lost more and more tension in his brows, his shoulders—even his lips parted, perhaps to say something, perhaps not.

You and Vox were frozen halfway through the door so Lucifer kicked him in and shut the door quickly to leave you and himself out on the street.

“Why didn’t you tell me where you were going?” Lucifer asked, and it was like he placed a pillow to your head with the way his tone softened. His thumb had somehow ended up stroking soft circles on the back of your palm as he held your hand.

Vox stayed inside but his prying eyes stared through the glass nonetheless. He crossed his arms.

“Don’t look at him, darling,” Lucifer consoled with a lowered voice. He delicately took your chin and pivoted it back to him. “Look at me.”

“Look, can we talk about this back at the hotel?” You asked, but with the tone you used, you were teetering on the edge of pleading. “I’m … I’m sorry.”

“Oh, honey,” Lucifer cooed, tucking away any small pieces of hair that hung over your face. “Of course we can.”

All you could do was give Vox a weary glance before you ducked down into Lucifer’s car and disappeared in the distance.

.

The ride back had not been short of thick silences that hung in the air. Everytime you looked to him for some sort of emotion, there was nothing for you to read; his complexion was a still pond resting under the moon’s grace. Not even anger bubbled up the surface—and this is solely based on your assumption of what he must have been feeling, because he was a blank page. It’s only reasonable. 

Lucifer stopped at the newly built hazbin parking lot but didn’t pull out the key.

He looked at you expectantly, turning even his upper body to face you. 

You bit your lip.

“You don’t wanna go inside first?” A squeak of a voice was all you managed.

“I don’t want Charlie to see us upset,” Lucifer reasoned solemnly as he frowned at the floor before he returned his attentive gaze to you. “Whatever it is, I’m sure we can work it out in here.”

“I’m … ashamed, okay,” you exhaled, folding your arms over your chest as you slouched forward. “I’m in hell for a reason. I know it looks bad but I’ve known Vox since he was alive. And I still believe in Charlie’s cause! I’m doing better … you know that, right?”

“Of course, I do, sweetie,” Lucifer blurted immediately, holding your arms like he was the glue to keep you from crumbling apart. “But why did you … did you think I wasn’t going to understand if you had told me?”

“Yes,” you admitted. “Even I wouldn’t have understood if I were in your shoes. I mean, I act like a completely different person around him. And I know what Vox has done, trying to send in Sir Pentious as a spy. It’s horrible. But he wasn’t always like that. Or, maybe he was but—never with me.”

“Honey, I trust you more than just about anyone in this hell. And fuck, that’s difficult in this side of the world, right? I mean—I just … you had me thinking the worst. Well, maybe not the worst but—”

“You thought I was cheating on you, didn’t you?”

“No, never,” Lucifer denied immediately as his eyes widened but his brows furrowed. “I knew it was some kind of mistake. I know you’d never do that to me. But you know … catching up with an overlord like it’s a regular tuesday still raises a few questions if—”

“I know that. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I’m sorry,” you repeated rigidly, curling into yourself so much that your head landed on his shoulder as he still held your arms. 

Lucifer pulled back to hold your face by the cheeks, and you didn’t struggle against him as he pressed his forehead on yours, his hat tilting up to accomodate you. 

“How about a kiss and we’ll call it even?” He smiled, and you felt his warmth spread to your cheeks.

You grinned back. “Okay.”

You tilted your chin up and gave him a kiss, and both of you had sustained it longer than either of you had expected. Your hand cupped his own over your cheek. 

Your lips finally parted, but not much before you both reconnected again, then again, and the third time your mouth was a little more open—and Lucifer’s tongue slithered inside. 

Your tongue met his, and they rolled over each other every time you kissed him. A few more kisses, and suddenly you were biting his lip lightly. He chuckled.

“I can see you’re eager to make it up to me, princess,” he said in that voice he knew drove you up the wall.

“I am,” you hummed, a little more innocently than you had intended. 

“Well, what are you gonna do?” He asked, genuine curiosity brewing in a higher tone.

You slipped away from his flowerbud grasp and pulled the lever of your seat. The backrest declined all the way backwards, and you laid down comfortably while your thumb slid under your dress and hooked around something that was already mildly damp.

“I’m gonna sit back …”

You chuckled as Lucifer’s eyes followed your every movement like a moth to a lamp; he followed the way your underwear slid down your knees before you folded your legs up to your chest to fully rid yourself from the garment. You tossed your underwear in his face before he could get a good view of what he’s getting himself into. 

He shook his head in a jolt, crumpling your panties and stuffing them into his pocket anxiously. But by then you were modest again, with your dress covering your thighs but still riding up dangerously high. 

“And let you decide the rest,” you finished in a thin breath.

“Goodness, okay, woo! Okay—” Lucifer sputtered and fanned his overcoat as he averted his gaze. It didn’t last long when his gaze gravitated towards your core that had been concealed but outlined your dress.

You bit your lip. “Well?”

Lucifer’s shoulder emerged from his coat as he shrugged one side of it off, and your gaze magnetized to the view as it slipped down him like a snake traversing down a tree. 

He planted his knee on the closer edge of your seat and it didn’t take long for him to shift your legs closer together, allowing space for his knees on either side of your thighs. Though, steadying himself naturally had his chest protruding as he held onto the car ceiling for support. His muscles peeked through the folds of his dress shirt, and the same can be said with his chest under his waistcoat. But that—that was no complaint. 

He finally fell to you with only his forearms to keep him up. His eyelids sank, his gaze indecisive between your eyes and your dry lips.

He settled on neither when he ducked below your jaw and planted kisses along it before he strayed downwards. 

The spaghetti string of your dress slid down your shoulder the more your squirmed at Lucifer’s nibbles. You knew the moment he caught sight of this because he hesitated for a tenth of a second. 

He grinned. He took it between his fingers delicately and slid it down further. 

“Whoops,” he grinned. 

Glossy silicon mocked him as it peeked out from what had been peeled off you. 

“Luci, careful with that, I’ll need to put it back on later—”

Lucifer tore it off you anyway, tossing it to the back with his overcoat. “I’ll give you my coat when we go in, you’ll be fine.”

“Luci!” You laughed as he did the same with the other, your nipples stiffened from the cold air of the car. 

Lucifer sat on your pelvis, his hands traveling under your boobs to cradle them. 

You both have had sex multiple times together, and yet every time he removes undergarments off you, he enters a dazed trance like it was something new. Something to bask in the wonders of. 

He massaged your breasts gently, and it didn’t take long before he ducked down and had his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, one hand twisting and playing with the other.

A noise bubbled in your throat but you held your breath and bit your lip. Watching Lucifer hadn’t been any help; he cocked a brow at you, and a cheeky grin still made its way to the red circles on his cheeks as he quicked his tongue’s flicks against you. You gritted your teeth, a squeak making it past your lips. 

His hand abandoned the other nipple, but before you could whine in protest a new sensation rose in your lower stomach as Lucifer shifted his entire body further down.

His fingers had already been deep beneath your folds, your clit sitting pretty between as he pinched it and rubbed it in his grasp.

“Luci … fuck …”

“Atta girl,” he chuckled. Hell, you hated just how raspy his voice gets when he’s worked up. That by itself had been a leg-opener all on its own. “That’s it. Let me hear you sing.”

Your legs flinched at the jolt of pleasure his fingers brought, and Lucifer took this opportunity to lift the hem of your dress for easier access—and perhaps, a pretty view.

Every so often, he’d bring the threat of pushing his middle finger past your walls, but through the haze of pleasure, it was impossible to read his intentions when he easily could have been using your juices to lubricate his ministrations on your clit.

It had been like the wave of a wand, the way his free hand undid his tie. It dangled loose below his collar that he used to straighten out so diligently; something once so clean soon turned into a crumpled mess in your name. 

His wrist pivoted down to the buttons on his waistcoat. The faintest flick of his thumb and suddenly his waistcoat hung dead on his torso before he rubbed faster on your clit, making your squeal. 

Cold air brushed past your arousal at the sudden absence of him, and your walls throbbed against each other in response; they bruised and ached and when Lucifer turned down the brightness of the car light, it was all you could feel besides the leather your nails were sinking into.

“Luci, please …”

“Please what, honey?”

“It hurts,” you whined. You didn’t mean to, and in fact a burning sense of shame rose up to your neck and cheeks as sweat tore through the pores on your forehead but all you could do was grab his hand.

“I’m coming, daddy’s coming.”

A slow zipping sound ensued and just as quickly, the head of his erection pressed into your folds and your dripping walls pushed back from the pressure.

You moaned and grabbed Lucifer’s shoulders out of raw instinct, which brought him closer to you. 

“You want it all, princess?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” your mouth sagged numb from having to carry your writhing heart in your throat. The vulnerability of his skin on yours, the way his head was just so warm compared to the cold air earlier—your pussy throbbed once more.

 “Are you sure?”

“Please please please Luci I can’t—oh! Fuck!”

He pushed his length into you, your neck arching back as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt from where your hands hung around his neck.

Your throat clogged with the embarrassing sounds you knew you would have let out if you had no restraint left. You closed your eyes, knowing well that they were halfway to the back of your head. 

Your stomach seemed to make way for his size in you, tossing and spreading the ache to your limbs as your entire body steeled to accommodate him and the space he filled in you. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. 

You nodded, and a hole punctured through your throat as you sighed shakily. “Yes, god—” 

“Don’t say his name,” Lucifer breathed, his hand soft on your neck as he looked at your lips then back up at you. “If you have to say someone’s name, let it be mine.”

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing your brain conjured, and the only thing you could utter when all else in there had been undone. 

Lucifer kissed your jaw. “Don’t be sorry baby.”

He took your lips in his, his forked tongue brushing past your teeth once more. “Don’t be sorry.”

It was barely considered movement when he pulled out less than half his entire length and pushed in gently, as if you were something fragile he couldn’t afford to drop. You bit your lip and hummed at how smooth he slid into you, how your juices coated him beyond what was needed. 

He pulled out quickly but reentered languidly, like a wave finding its way to shore your core clenched at the nerves that tingled in you, the bruises almost sated in what it yearned for as he thrusted again, and your heart spewed.

“Fuck, if you make a sound like that again I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself,” Lucifer panted. “You’re so pretty, it makes me tremble.”

You reached up to give him another kiss, tilting your head along with the circles spinning in it. “Do whatever you want to me. You deserve that much.”

“Yeah? Well, I want to treat you like fucking royalty. Savor every inch if you,” Lucifer hissed through his pleasure. A choked moan left you, causing Lucifer to smile. “Yeah, see? Just like that princess. Fuck, taking me so well …”

With how soft his thrusts were, pressure subsided into more liquid pleasure that sloshed over your nerves. They lit up like christmas lights in your brain as you both moved in tandem to Lucifer’s pace. 

A fire had started at your nape from the body heat that had nowhere to go, sweat dripping from your hairline and paving wavy lines of hair that caused your forehead to glisten. Your collarbones warmed up in a different way, Lucifer’s hot breath filling the space between the both of you. 

His thrusts grew anxious over time, but his hips never once hit your ass which might have scalded your stomach further; the fact that this man possessed an iron grip over his control in his strokes, he had been careful not to taint you—he only took from places he knew both of you would be enraptured in—and absolutely nothing less. 

“Honey, I can’t—” he hissed through gritted teeth as his fingers curled in your hair. His eyes wandered down to how your breasts bobbed to his strokes. He moaned your name, and if the car hadn’t been shaking from Lucifer’s rutting, it shook from the way he proclaimed your name and dropped his head like he was bowing to a god. “Holding me so tight—you worried I’m gonna let go, sweetie?”

“No—ngh! You just feel so good I c-can’t!” You yelped in time with each thrust that followed. “Luci, I—fuck!”

His head perked up, just like the bundle of nerves in that oh-so familiar spot. An old friend. 

Lucifer gave a determined grin, sweat trickling down his cheek as he paused to wipe it away. 

“Well, hello,” he greeted in a low sultry voice.

He resumed fucking you, but this time he had you screaming his name as his length rubbed up against that spot your body purred to. You shivered and your walls clenched, causing Lucifer to falter.

“F-Fuck, that’s it, good girl,” he grunted in between controlled thrusts that had your gut squeezing. He never once missed. 

When your walls fluttered, Lucifer chuffed through his teeth and through the fog of your satisfaction, you indulged in the smell of cotton candy sweat. 

“You’re close, princess, so close, I can feel it.”

You gritted your teeth with whatever strength you had left, even your hands had begun to slip from Lucifer’s shoulders. 

 “You?” Was all you could manage. 

“Me? Baby, seeing you like this has me fucked out,” Lucifer huffed. “Shit!”

You squeezed his shoulders before he could pull out.

“In me, Luci!”

He froze, shaking his head to wave away his own daze to focus on you, the things your … request entailed. 

“Darling, I don’t have a condom on,” he whispered as the inner corners of his brow quivered. 

“You’d make beautiful fucking babies, Luci—I wanna carry them.” Your voice had been obliterated from the sounds Lucifer had fucked out of you. Wispy breaths was what it had become—but the red in your cheeks and your weakened yet felicious state made Lucifer smile.

“You’re not thinking straight,” he said your name and it was nearly enough to get you back down from the clouds. “C’mon, honey …”

“Luci …” you whined. “You’re so goddamn hot when you’re being responsible …”

“Yeah?” He laughed softly, cradling your cheek in his hand. 

“Yeah …”

“Let’s finish you up, okay?” He reached up to kiss your forehead but you squeaked from the fact that his length slid deep into you in the process. “Ah, sorry—”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” you quoted him from last time, and his surprise melted into a warm smile instead. “Please fuck me.”

“As you wish.”

You screamed brokenly as he continued his ruthless pace from before, and he remembered the exact angle to hit. Your nerves were about ready to jump out from your body as you skyrocketed back into the clouds, your orgasm coming sooner than you could warn him. 

“Cumming!” He gritted through his teeth as his horns shot up from his head and you both came together with Lucifer’s cum hitting your dress instead.

Your head hung off the car seat’s headrest. Sweat shimmered on the leather you laid on, and your legs trembled from how long they’d been held at the same position. The only thing you two shared now was open-mouth breaths. You thought of moving, but your muscles were well past its limit to even be lifted.

Lucifer twisted around to grab tissues from the passenger seat compartment. In just a few seconds, he wiped out most of the evidence of himself on your dress. By this time, his horns were long gone and his eyes had returned back to its original form.

“Fuck … I didn’t think this through …” Lucifer grumbled to himself as he hit his temple with his palm. He ran his fingers through his hair before he mustered a weak smile for you. “Wait here, I’ll grab your clothes from your room.”

You exhaled audibly as he vanished with a swirl of sparkling red smoke. 

A few breaths of silence by yourself wasn’t ideal, especially when you felt the whine and ache of your limbs in the fact that you were as good as scattered leaves across autumn grass. 

Just then, your phone buzzed from the cupholder.

You winced as you bent to take it.

Brat >:)

you better not be fucking him right now i swear to FUCKING GOD [ 13:06 ]

you disappear for years and suddenly you’re back and you’re telling me YOU’RE DISAPPEARING AGAIN?&2$:$$3;: FUCKING [ 13:05 ]

HELLO? THE FUCK [ 12 :57 ]

i’m not gonna let even the king of hell himself keep you from me [ 12:16 ]

because i am not done with you yet [ 12:15 ]

bitch you better show me whatever the fuck you wanted to show me earlier before daddy decided to whisk you away like some fucking fairy tale prince [ 12:15 ]

You chuckled as you swiped the notification.

You [ 13:06 ] : bitch you know the dick is good cmon now

Vox [ 13:06 ] : i mean this in the most platonic and murderous way possible, i will fuck you myself if that’ll get you to ACTUALLY BE A FRIEND AND VISIT ME INSTEAD OF DISAPPEARING FOR YEARS

Vox [ 13:06 ] : i already have to deal with the heartbreak of al

Vox [ 13:06 ] : ykw doesn’t matter THE POINT IS THAT YOU ARE THE SHITTIEST FUCKING FRIEND AND I MISS YOU IS THAT NOT REASON ENOUGH

You [ 13:07 ] : okay, okay, how about this sunday then lmaoo

Vox [ 13:07 ] : you better fucking believe i’ll be blowing a fucking hole through that radio prick’s hotel just to pick you the fuck up asshole

You [ 13:07 ] : if i didn’t know any better vicky i would have assumed you’re actually coming to pick alastor up HAHAHAHAAHAHAH

Vox : ( typing … )

Your phone levitated out of your hands and when you followed where it zipped off to—

“Luci!” You sprung up from the declined backrest in surprise.

Lucifer squinted at your phone as he swiped his thumb down on your screen.

“First of all, I’m honored that you’re telling people how well I pleasure you. Second of all,” Lucifer paused, leaning into you as he used his free arm to hold himself up to you. “Vox is in a world of hurt if he thinks I’m gonna let him lay a finger on you.”

“Yeah?” You copied the way Lucifer says it and watched as his face reddened.

You noticed your spare clothes on his lap and you lifted the dress over your head and discarded it on the floor of the backseat. 

You held out your hand for Lucifer to hand you your clothes.

He simply looked at your hand, then back at your naked body, then back at your hand as took it in his own.

You laughed. Hard.

“What—what’s happening why’re you—”

“The clothes, baby!” 

“Oh—Oh! Right! Shit!” He finally handed you an oversized shirt, fresh underwear and a pair of shorts you used to at-home wear. “I thought you were asking for another round or something, holy shit—”

“I mean …” you smirked. 

“Honey …” Lucifer warned, as if trying to keep a predator from attacking. 

“Oh? You don’t wanna? My bad,” you replied innocently. “I was just wondering if Vox was free tonight—”

“I know you’re trying to get a rise out of me but honey …” Lucifer trailed off as he flipped your phone and shoved it into his back pocket. 

He crossed over to your seat once more and pinned you back down where you once were, one knee pressed on the side of your seat as his hands ended up on either side of your neck.

“I hate to remind you that I am the fucking devil,” his voice dripped with a poison much worse than what you’ve heard from Alastor’s static. His horns hadn’t sprouted out yet but with his eyes aching red, it wasn’t too far from reappearing. “And if you love me as much as I love you then there is no goddamn way in this realm I am sharing you with anyone else let alone some overlord who thinks Alexander is worth anyone’s fucking time.”

“It’s Alastor and—” you paused, combing through your hair idly. “Luci, Vox is only a friend from the living world—“

“A friend who thinks he can fuck you.”

“He’s in hell for a reason.” You crossed your arms.

Lucifer sighed and closed his eyes, the red dissipating from them once they reopened. 

“Listen, honey, I—” Lucifer’s gaze lifted away from you for a moment, almost like he’d been overwhelmed with the words clogged in his throat. “You’re someone I can’t afford to … mess up … again. And I know that means simply letting you be. But also, I’ve just—I’ve lost so much, and I only just got Charlie back so I …”

You lifted your arm as your hand fell on his cheek, your thumb softly stroking him back and forth. 

He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as he placed his hand on yours. 

“I know Vox is just a friend. And I know it’s insane to think I’ll lose you to him, but … at the end of the day, this is hell. He still mocks the very thing we’re trying to achieve and I get that you’re not like that and that you’re not easily manipulated but I just …”

“Luci …” you muttered. You sat up and kissed him chastely on the cheek. 

“I think about losing you a lot. I think about it to an irrational degree. So it’s not actually something you can fix. It’s something I have to do on my own.”

“Even if that’s true, I can still do my best to be with you and make sure you feel loved everyday. I really was a dick today, I had no idea you were … I’m s—”

“It’s okay. We …” Lucifer chuckled weakly. “We made up, remember?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Luci … you know I love you, right?”

“Like the sun loves the moon,” Lucifer said. 

And you knew where it came from, maybe not its exact whereabouts but just how deep it was embedded to him, that statement; he himself had witnessed the creation of the sun and the moon. He knew the tides the two shared, the way their yearning for each other’s pull had been the natural way of things, the only way the people could ever experience day like they do night.

I know you love me because we love like its fate.

.

You and Lucifer walked into the hotel, your back slouched with Lucifer’s overcoat hanging over your shoulders as you folded your arms beneath them. 

“Hey Charlie,” Lucifer greeted, and he told her daughter who was already making her way to you that you weren’t feeling well and that you needed rest. Of course, Charlie nodded and resumed her activities with her other friends. 

You retired to Lucifer’s room, the left side of the bed while he took the right.

“I love you,” your chest exhausted what it had been used to holding for him, until you saw him.

“I love you, too,” Lucifer hummed back, a sigh escaping him like cherry blossoms in the wind. 

“I love you for the soul you are beneath your bones.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar x you #lucifer magne x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x you #( ​✮ hazbin. ) #( ⊹ hazbin fics. ) #◟𓂅 𓄹 splash zone.

[ourautumn86]

Hey, how are you doing? Could you possibly write something about mean!Dina x reader?

please

dina woodward x fem! reader

cw; +18 content! minors dni!!, dom! dina, sub! reader, dry humping, nudity, punishment, voyeurism, reader watched dina touch herself, mommy kink, begging, jealousy, hickeys, making out sessions, teasing, praise kink, use of good girl, masturbating (dina)…

okay but mean! dina has my mind reeling.

like imagine getting on her nerves and her punishing you the best way she knows.

you’re a moaning mess underneath her, her hands harshly gripping your wrists so you keep your hands above your head and far away from her naked body straddling your lap. she’s humming, humping the crotch of your jeans, the material perfectly rubbing her clit as she basically uses you to get off. her tongue is inside your mouth, the only thing she’ll give you tonight.

“please…” you beg, your pupils blown, your lips swollen. you’re desperate, bucking your hips up against her.

“no.” she says, sternly, kissing down your neck. “you think you deserve it? you think you deserve to touch me after what you just pulled?” she mutters against your skin, harshly sucking on that spot on your neck, the one that makes you melt and your eyes roll back. you whimper, groaning, all in between, ‘cause you’re throbbing, leaking for her, and you know she’s too, the wet patch on your jeans is showing.

“he was flirting with you.” you say through gritted teeth as she kisses a bruise on your neck.

“you didn’t need to punch him.” she scolds.

“he was being an asshole.” she hums, biting on your skin. “ah. and- and you know it.” she snickers at your stuttering. you’re so easy to crack. “please. please let me touch you.” she shakes her head and you moan in pain as she pulls away from you, sitting at the feet of the bed, legs spread for you to see her weeping cunt, her gaping hole and her puffy throbbing clit. your mouth waters as she reaches in between her thighs, sighing as her fingers dip in between her folds. “i’ll apologize. i’ll do whatever you want.” you promise, your breath hitching at the soft and sugar coated moan that leaves her mouth when she plunges two fingers inside. “please mommy.” you can see what it does to her. that name. the tone you use. your begging. your desperation. she loves it. but you’re suffering. “let me make you feel good. i want to make you feel good.”

she stared at you, slowly fucking her fingers in and out of her cunt. you can see the white of her cum making rings on her fingers, dripping out of her stretched out hole.

“yeah? you want to make mommy feel good?” you nodded, your hands trembling, aching to feel the warmth and softness of her skin, the plush of her ass and breasts. “want to be a good girl for me?”

“yes…” you almost cried out, your eyes stinging.

“then be a good girl for mommy and watch me make myself cum.”

-

a/n; i caved @andersonlore 😭

#dina woodward smut #dina woodward x reader #dina tlou2 #the last of us dina #dina x reader #dina smut #dina nolastname #dina the last of us #dina tlou #dina woodward #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #tlou imagine #tlou smut #tlou fluff #tlou2 #tlou x reader

[privitivium]

Okay hear me out..

Father yan! AND Mother yan fighting over reader like..(i know its cliche but who cares)

Imagining father yan suffocating you on the workplace and just coming home and then get suffocated by mother yan lol

They would probably knew each other ( but didn't met yet ) cuz they stalked reader and found out about it (they would either feel jealous or feel intimidated each other)

And when they actually first met is when mother yan is delivering lunch to readers workplace only to find him getting free food from father yan lol.

Just imagine mother yan faceriding you while father yan suck on your dick, damn....

i love this so much im on fire this is so good i love you i love your ideas.

fatherly and motherly yan....... EKEKEKWJAIDMVOKW

in my mind they would have some sort of hatred but mutual trust for each other in a way?? fatherly yan jealous that mother literally lives with you. hates him and tries to get you to spend more time with him at work and mother being upset that he's the guy youre spending your time with at work.,, after awhile of not getting along, they decide its better to be nice because theyre both equally dangerous and terrifying and willing to do literally whatever it takes,,, so teaming up for your sake - because you deserve both of their love and more, even if they hate each others guts.

so yeah, mother coming to your work after you foolishly forget your love-packed lunch he spent the night before cooking for you... just to find you with father yan on ur lunch break???! eating with some guy - being fed by him... you know how mother gets with his horribly ugly jealousy, and yrt you are a bit nonchalant, chill around the big boss man and he cant stand it. mother yan thinks you should tell this fucking guy to back off... father yan constantly inviting you to his office, eating with him from his meal... mother yan bursting in with no warning after sauntering passed the reception. being so upset and chewing you out when you get home, suddenly so talkative because who is he? feeding you his lunch???? you have told that guy about him, your lover. why is he acting so chummy with you even when knowing you have a lover?!?!!

and when it gets down to it - faceriding and being sucked off so passionately - father yan is jealous because why is mother yan the one who gets to ride your face..? but also belated because he's the one who gets to suck your dick. fantasizing about this moment since fucking forever... yet, fatherly yan cannot stand the way you moan "mommy" while eating said mommy out. so then, he strives even harder to make you cum while cupping, massaging your sack in his hands and bobbing his head - albeit sloppily, a bit unexpierienced but he makes up for it by being so damn eager... choking out "da-aad." before shooting your load down his throat and bucking into his mouth and making him choke while sucking and rimming mother... auhghhgh two big subby guys being obsessed with you and suffocating you in their breast ahhahgghhgh

#motherly yan! #fatherly yan... #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere m x m reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere male x reader

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, rough p in v, doggy style, fingering, f!reader, spanking, semi-public sex, pro hero!Bakugo, boss!Bakugo

Synopsis: you stole Bakugo's spotlight during the mission, and now your boss is going to give you a goddamn lesson

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

You were a respected sidekick working at Dynamight's hero agency, known for your cunning and strength. Your boss, Bakugo Katsuki, was a formidable hero with a fiery temper and an insatiable lust for power.

One day, during a joint hero shift, you couldn't help but show off, making Bakugo seethe with jealousy as you saved the day.

Bakugo watched from the sidelines, his fiery temper flaring as you, a sidekick, stole his spotlight. He couldn't stand the thought of being overshadowed by you, and upon returning to his agency, he dragged you into a empty conference room. "You think you're so fucking smart, don't you?" Bakugo growled, towering over you. "Well, let me show you who's really in charge."

Before you could protest, Bakugo's lips were on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth with a ferocity that took your breath away. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts and ass with a bruising grip.

"You like that, don't you?" Bakugo sneered, breaking the kiss. "You like it when I'm the one in charge."

You tried to push him away, but Bakugo was too strong. He pinned you against the conference table, pulling your hero pants down alongside your panties in one swift motion. His fingers found your clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive bud until you moaned with pleasure.

"Boss, stop," you gasped, even as your body betrayed you. "We can't do this here!" You struggled against Bakugo's grip, but it was futile.

Bakugo wasn't listening. His two fingers were quickly buried deep inside of you, hitting that spot that made your legs tremble and your eyes roll back. He finger fucked you for a good moment, watching your flushed face with a wry grin glued to his face. "So fucking wet, basically dripping," he cooed.

You cried out, your hips bucking against his hand.

"That's it," Bakugo purred. "You're so fucking wet for me, slut. Say whatever you want but the truth is you can't resist my touch." He pulled his rough fingers out of you and licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look at that, you taste good."

He unzipped his hero uniform, pulling out his hard cock that stood proudly against his abdomen as he pushed his pants down his legs, and forcing you to turn around. Bakugo wasted no time, thrusting inside of you from behind with a force that made you see stars. He fucked you mercilessly, each thrust harder than the last. He was too lost in his own lust, his own need for power and control. His hips slapped against your ass, the sound echoing in the empty conference room.

You could feel his cock swelling inside of you, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. "Boss, please," you begged, your orgasm building.

"You like it, don't you?" Bakugo growled, his breath hot against your ear as he increased his pace. "You like it when your boss fucks you like this."

You couldn't deny it. Despite the risk, despite the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment, you couldn't deny the pleasure that was building up inside of you. Your body was on fire, your pussy clenching around Bakugo's cock as you neared your climax.

He fucked you with wild abandon, his hips pistoning in and out of you with a force that made the conference table shake.

You could feel his cock swelling even more, the head hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. "I… I'm close…" you moaned, resting your clothed chest against the top of the table.

"Cum for me, you little slut," Bakugo spat, spanking your ass. "I'm going to cum inside of you."

You screamed, your orgasm crashing over you like a tsunami wave, indicated by the thought of his cum filling you to the brim.

Bakugo continued to fuck you, drawing out your pleasure until you were left trembling and breathless. His cock twitched inside of you, his warm cum filling you up shortly after.

You could feel some of it trickling down your legs, the sensation making you clench around him even more.

Bakugo didn't stop, continuing to pound into you as you came down from your high, your legs trembling. He reached around, rubbing your clit again, sending you over the edge once more.

Finally, Bakugo pulled out, spreading you ass cheeks to watch his cum trickling down your thighs. He sneered down at you, still pinning you to the table. "Remember who's in fucking charge," Bakugo whispered in a low tone right into your ear, before zipping up his pants, slapping your ass again, and leaving the room.

You didn't respond. You couldn't. You stayed there, your body trembling with aftershocks, wondering what the hell just happened. But even as you cursed your boss' name, you couldn't deny the fire he ignited inside of you.

#bakugou smut #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader smut #mha bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #mha smut #bnha smut #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugo smut #bakugou scenarios #bakugo scenarios #bakugo x reader #anime smut #bakugou x you #bakugo katsuki #divider by cafekitsune

[loserdiaz]

hi so i watched this sneak peek and then i blinked and next thing i know ive written this thing.... i might use it for a s7 fic or i might not. so.... yeah, enjoy ig.

"You've been acting weird all week, Buck. What is it? Talk to me."

"It's like that thing when you meet somebody and you just click." Buck repeats the words that have been haunting him for weeks. He lets the bitterness and fear that have been choking him, suffocating him, slip off his lips.

He is not fine. It's the thing.

He could usually go over to Eddie’s house and let himself in whenever he wanted. He could— spend all of his free time with the guy and with Chris and feel like he's at home.

And sometimes they still do that.

Except Tommy is there most of the time, too. If it's not a night at the bar after a long shift where they want to unwind and Tommy just enters, confident and smiley and so unbothered by anything, it's Tommy inviting them to a fight or a game or whatever.

And Buck likes the guy. Hell, he has fucked the guy himself.

It's just—

He misses Eddie. He misses Eddie when he is right there in front of him, and it hurts. It hurts in a way Buck hasn't felt in a long time.

"Buck, what the hell are you talking about?" A slight crease forms in between Eddie's brows. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's what you told me, when we were talking about Tommy."

"So? Now I can't have any more friends?" Eddie raises his eyebrows, and Buck knows he's sounding... insane, needy, clingy. All of the above whatever.

"You can. I just—" Buck lets out a slow breath. "I hate change, okay? And I hate—"

"Nothing has changed."

"Eddie, everything has changed." Buck lets out a startled, sharp and bitter laugh. It sounds hollow and wrong, even to his own ears.

It stings. Like taking a sip of tea so hot it burns the roof of your mouth or like digging your finger against a tender bruise that hasn't quite healed yet.

"Everything has changed," Buck whispers, looking helplessly into Eddie’s eyes. Because unlike before, now he knows that the jealousy he feels, the unreasonable possessiveness he feels... it's because he is in love.

He is in love with Eddie Diaz.

#april rambles #april writes #911 spoilers #911 speculation ig??? #911 season 7 #911 s7 #911 s7 spoilers #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #911 drabble #911 abc #911 on abc

[usereddie]

k but rewatching 2x01 and it's gotta be Buck's pov of ugh, this new guy who's all handsome and perfect or whatever

Be curious about Eddie's pov bc I feel like it would be 70% Panic like omg pls don't mess this up and also 30% Gay Panic like why doesn't the pretty guy like me :(

(fair warning, this may have spiraled past 2x01......a lot. bear with me.)

i don't think we've ever gotten eddie's pov the way we've gotten buck's (2x01 and 7x04 for example) HOWEVER i do think we more or less know who buck is from eddie's pov through his actions.

which, considering their characters, tracks so hard.

buck didn't realize he was queer until a man quite literally kissed him on the mouth. seeing eddie from buck's pov is safe because buck has no idea what his feelings are. we watched buck's complicated feelings of jealousy towards eddie unfold TWICE and neither time did he realize what the feelings actually were (physical attraction and y'know. being in love with the guy). buck's pov is one we're allowed to see through as the audience, because it's not actually gonna tell us much, seeing as buck hasn't realized anything.

eddie, though?

reservoir of catholic guilt eddie? the guy who had panic attacks about the idea of being married to his girlfriend? the same man who was diagnosed repressed by a cardiologist?

he knows. he knows and he's been pushing it down since he and buck met, and if we were to ever see buck through eddie's eyes it'd give away everything. the eddie we've seen through buck's pov is just. pure golden sunshine, laughter, love, and buck's best friend in the whole fucking world. buck's best friend that he's in love with, sure, but buck hasn't put those dots together yet, so we, as the audience, won't see that.

buck, to eddie, is home. is family and warmth and comfort. and, obviously, eddie is the same to buck, but eddie knows this. eddie is fully and completely aware of who buck is to him, he's just shoving it all the way down. eddie gave buck a place to land ("it's eddie's house, i'm not really a guest"), eddie trusts buck wish christopher more than he trusts his parents with christopher (ramon and helena saying to eddie 'don't drag him down with you' and him leaving for LA -> eddie saying to buck 'there's nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you' after the tsunami), eddie let buck in when he was at his absolute lowest.

and, you know.

the will.

we've talked about it a half dozen million times in this fandom but we're gonna talk about it again because it's brain melting. we've never seen buck through eddie's eyes but we've seen exactly who he is to eddie through his actions. eddie trusts buck. eddie needs buck to know he has a reason to stay, that eddie and chris are his reasons to stay. eddie told buck flat out that his life means something. that buck thinks he's not worth anything but he's wrong because he means everything to eddie. eddie loves him.

eddie loved him when he held his hand when buck got pinned under a firetruck and eddie loved him when he dropped chris off before the tsunami and he still loved him when the water went back to the sea and eddie loved him when buck sued the city because the worst part of the whole lawsuit was how much he fucking missed him and eddie loved him when he was trapped under a well and all he could think about was his son and how, if he goes too soon, christopher deserves to be with someone who will love him the way eddie does and eddie loved him when he thought buck was the last thing he was ever gonna see, bleeding out on the streets of los angeles and eddie loved him when he told buck in the only way he knew how to (because, evan) and eddie loved him through panic attacks and mental breakdowns and lightning strikes and new girlfriends and a broken ankle and a new boyfriend because there is no version of eddie diaz that isn't in love with evan buckley.

and eddie knows that.

which is why we don't see it.

#sorry this got so long but this makes me crazayyyy #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bia gets mail #anon #buddie meta

[onmyyan]

Ashley Hunt NSFW HC'S

A/N: TW'S YANDERE. SMUT, BREEDING KING, ORAL F RECEIVING, F READER, FINGERING, ROPE PLAY, SEMI-PUBLIC PLAY, POSSESSIVE SEX, JEALOUSY SEX, DIRTY TALK, PRAISE KINK

Man's is a service top through and through, he will have you cumming more than once it's just how he rolls.

Likes to tie you up but only with the softest, most expensive rope he can find, his touch is feather-like and leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

This mf not only talks you through it, he coaches you.

"There we go, atta girl."

"Keep clenching that perfect pussy around my fingers sugar, make a mess f'me."

Cowgirl is one of his favorite positions cuz he gets to watch you fall apart on top of him.

He's a boob man, no matter the size, he worships your chest and loves leaving hickeys on them, sucking each nipple hard enough to have you mewling against him, your back arching into his touch.

He love, love, loves when you give him head but 10 times outta 10 he's pulling out before he cums, a choppy, stuttery chuckle leaves him, "Shit Darlin' that mouth of yer's is sinful." as good as you feel, he just has to pull out cuz he feels like with how good your pussy is, the only rightful place for his cum is as deep inside you as he can get it.

Breeding kink up the wazoo, the first time he came inside you he knew nothing else would ever compare.

Grunts and pants of your name, his voice hoarse and desperate for you, whispering praises in your ears, his lips on every inch of skin he can reach while he's pounding into your sweet cunt. The closer he gets to his end, he almost starts to whimper.

His body is strong, years of hard work on the farm have left him sculpted by the Gods and he uses this strength to manhandle you every which way, never hurting you, no he completely dominates you, covers you, he wants you to know exactly who's in charge.

"Use that pretty mouth and tell me what you want." His bedroom voice is enough to get your thighs trembling, there's this no-nonsense aura to it, his grin almost looking wicked as he stared down at you.

Please leave scratches down his back, he goes feral for them at the moment, his hips picking up their intense pace, and if someone happens to see/comment on said scratches the next day, he's as red as his tractor, his ears hot and he has to laugh, fanning himself with his hat as his mind is flooded with images of you.

Speaking of the hat, Ash likes to put his hat on your head when you ride him, his toned and strong hips buck into you with enough force to knock you off, but his rough, hot, big hands grip your hips hard enough to leave bruises, yanking you back into his thrusts with a devious little grin on his face, his canines bared as he growls against your heated skin.

"There we go, that's my good girl, you can do it, Mama."

Big into praise and worship, the most degrading you'll get is if someone manages to make him jealous enough to drop what he's doing, grab you by your arm, and fuck you against whatever surface is closest.

He doesn't even bother taking his pants off all the way, just unzips his jeans and whips out his 8.5-inch cock, already hard for you as he hisses, bucking the mushroom-shaped tip red up against your panty-covered core, he bunches your skirt around your hips, nearly twitching as he rubs the weeping head against the slowly growing wet spot on your clothed pussy.

He'd rip your underwear off with one hand, barely putting in any effort, his blue eyes intense as he glared down at you.

"Son'ova bitch thinks he can just oggle you like that? Bastard has no idea who he's screwing with, you know who you belong to, don't you pretty?"

He doesn't give you the chance to respond, all you can do is hold on for dear life as he teases your clit over and over, the intensity of his actions paired with the aggressive kisses and sucks he was leaving on your jaw and throat made it easy for you to grow wet, your thighs clenching together as he sucked your earlobe between his flushed lips, "I want to hear ya' baby, want everyone out there to hear you fall apart f'me."

Sucks two of his thick fingers in his mouth, soaking them in his spit before toying with your dripping center, his grin is almost malicious as he circles your clit, the bundle of nerves pulsing under his rough touch.

Your twitching pussy drips into his palm as he slips both fingers inside of you, he curls them upward fast enough to make the plush flesh of your thighs jiggle, his pace only increasing when he hears the airy moans slipping past your lips.

He's panting like one of his bulls when they're in a rut, his hard cock pressing against your exposed tummy as he makes you cum hard and fast around his fingers, your gummy walls sucking him deeper as he worked you through your first orgasm.

Before you can catch your breath he's sliding the thick, dripping head of his cock past your twitching hole, grunting as the fat tip slips through the creamy ring. He wastes no time, his hips set a bruising pace, fucking up into you with enough force to have the paintings on the wall jumping, each thrust into your gushing core threatening to send the frames crashing to the floor.

He has your thighs wrapped around his waist, his jeans becoming slightly soaked from how wet and sloppy your pussy was, you could feel him knock the wind from you with each pass of his hips, the way he'd grind his thick cock into you, how the rhythm grew messier and more feral.

"That's right pretty, make those noises for me, tell me whose sweet cunt this is." He said, his grin almost sadistic as he fucks his frustrations out on you.

Type of guy to make you squirt once and try to do it every time after.

Possessive, you can feel it in the way he fucks you, how he loves you, the way he buries himself so completely inside of you.

Type to dress you up in white, almost bridal-looking lace lingerie, just to see you ruined in it, to see your sweet face all fucked out and the once pristine lace covered in your shared sweat and cum.

Speaking of, he cums so much it leaves a puddle below whatever surface he has you against. Long thick ropes, it always makes you tremble when you feel his hot load spill inside you.

His pubic hair is kept trimmed, and his happy trail crawls deliciously up his navel.

He's uncut, his head is particularly sensitive, loves tapping it against your clit.

Loves eating you out, please please sit on his face, all your weight, no holding back just ride his tongue and you'll make him the happiest man alive, he adores how you taste, addicted to the way you cream around his fingers and tongue, the sweet whimpers and moans of his name only encourage him, more often than not you have to tug him away from you by his thick blonde hair.

"C'mon Darlin' don't run from me now." He likes to tease, whispering the words against your thighs as he nips and sucks the flesh, waiting for you to catch your breath so he can taste you again.

Has taken you outside on the farm before, but never when there's a chance someone would see you, he's far too possessive to allow that to happen, people can hear you two all they want, but that god-like sight of you gasping for air as you reached your peak was for his eyes only.

he already thinks of you as his wife, and sometimes, when he's really lost in the heavenly feeling of you gripping him for everything he's got, he slips up, mumbling frenzied fantasies against your mouth.

"My perfect fuckin' wife, gonna make you a mama' gonna stuff you full baby girl."

Likes to fall asleep cockwarming you, one, because the way your over-sensitive body twitches and pulses around his still throbbing cock was addicting, and two, it almost always ended with him waking up inside you, his hips would begin their firm but gentle thrusts, a fresh wave of arousal exploding in his tummy.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc x reader #Ashley Hunt #Ashley x reader #My oc #yandere hcs

[frogchiro]

HOOOOOOOBOYYY

Graves fucking you while guiding 141 through a mission like on close air. They can barely make out your little whines and whimpers and suppress the urge to palm themselves through their pants while hiding from enemy fire.

I need help

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: this is exactly what my delusional mind came up with during the 72383939 rewatch of the walkthrough on youtoube so if you don't mind darling then I will use Close Air specifically for this😭

Graves is...awful. Cruel. Horrendous and whatever other choice name comes to poor Soap's, Ghost's and a very confused but horny Alejandro's mind. Although quiet and almost unrecognizable, they can hear your pretty tiny moans and mewls and there's an audiable low growl in Graves's voice as he pants and breathes deeply as he tells them that 'it's good to see you boys', yeah good to see you my ass.

Words cannot express how much anger and jealousy Soap and Ghost feel in that moment; they came out barely alive, literally under heavy fire while jumping off a fucking cliff and what is Graves doing? Sitting all nice and safe with their hacker girl on his dick and having the audacity to tell them he's glad to see them.

All the while Philip has you sitting all nice and pretty in his lap cockwarming him as he sits like a literal king, all spread out and shameless in front of his Shadows while barely containing the giddy tone in his voice as he speaks with 141. He's so proud of himself and so so smug too :(( He knows that 141 has the hots for you, their adorable little hacker, but luck appeared to be on his side this time and his urgent request to have you on board during this mission got the green kight and well-here you are, cockwarming him and nuzzling close to his large, warm body as your nervous whimpers make his cock twitch.

He feels the rest of his men watching in jealousy and want as your pretty hips buck and move slightly as you hold on for dear life on his shoulders and Graves can't help but feel extra smug; of course his men are gonna get the premium treatment, maybe not touching you, that's a commander's privilege (only specifically his) but at least they get to watch. On the other hand Soap, Ghost and Alejandro can only listen to your pretty muted noises and dream about you and grumble and growl how unfair it is.

But does Philip Graves care? Not one bit. He thanks his lucky stars every damn day that a smart and pretty girl like you got added to the team and that your expertise lays more in the technical field, so by extention, his. Now he's the one who gets to have you on his dick, all nice and safe and close to him, he's the one who gets to have you close on cold nights in his tent and he's the one who gets to fill you up with his thick sperm and mark you as his♡

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #cod mw x reader #cod x reader #philip graves x reader #graves x reader #philip graves

[glitterycvm]

★ FUCK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME, BABY ★

[•~featuring: satoru, suguru, toji, sukuna~•]⊹₊ ⋆

[•~synopsis: you piss the jjk men off and they get their get back~•]

[•~a/n: prob not gonna post next week, a whole bunch of tests:(~•]

|| SATORU GOJO || silent treatment ⊹₊ ⋆

was it petty to give Satoru the silent treatment after a small argument the two of you had yesterday over something so simple? it was simple, you just wanted him to take you seriously for once. you felt like he only saw you as a joke, a doll he could mess with whenever he wanted to. and satoru, didn't respond so effectively in terms of solving the issue. instead the two of you argued the whole night, over something that could've been solved with some basic communication.

so here you two were, about 3 days without saying a single word. egos way too high to just apologize and move on. it seemed like the both of you were taking it well but in reality it was destroying you both severely. you guys never had so much tension between the two of you before. and after a couple days, satoru was not taking it anymore.

"mmph!!- satoru s-slow down!! please!!" you mewl, legs stuttering as satoru's hips buck into you harshly and quickly. the white haired man just stared back into your eyes, his eyes were so empty and dark, sending cold shivers down your spine. "nah. thought y'said I never took ya seriously right? shut up n take it." he scolds, fingers drilling into the fat of your hips, as his thrusts got more intense, leaving you moaning for more.

his words only made your cunt wetter, fueling that dirty desire of yours. you could feel how deep satoru was in you, his hands pushing your knees so much into your chest you were surprised they haven't broken off yet. the angle made it feel like satoru's tip was just repeatedly slapping your cervix. making you sob for more by each and every thrust.

and you'd be stupid to think satoru was going to let you do whatever you wanted. no- he was going to show you how much frustration you made him feel. because there was no way that you thought he thought you were just a simple joke to him, while it was the complete opposite. you were his everything. if he had ever lost you, he may loose himself. so hearing you mutter such words fueled his fury.

satoru shoves two fingers in your mouth, forcing your sore puffy lips to shut all around his fingers. he relished the feeling of your tongue swirling and sucking on his digits. your moans only getting louder, but less audible. muffed moans and cries left your lips as satoru leans down to your ears, making sure you heard everything he was about to tell you.

"thought you weren't gonna talk to me ever again. what happened to that? you thought I would just let you go so easily, hm? exactly so take this cock you've been begging for, and I want not one sound out of you. do you understand?"

|| SUGURU GETO || jealousy ⊹₊ ⋆

to suguru, it was obvious that he had a hot girlfriend. he knew it. and he should've been used to it by now. guys always checking you out, admiring your ass in those jeans. or watching your tits in that one v-neck top that already made suguru angsty, and cautious. and usually he would just brush it off, knowing it wasn't your fault you were so so beautiful.

but what pissed him off was the way you feed into every single guy's delusions. I mean it was obvious wasn't it? the guy taking your order at the coffee was so intensely staring down your shirt. and the way he would ask you so many questions, attempting to make small talk. it made suguru sick. and the worst part was that you were flirting back. giggling at his below average jokes, and flashing him your contagious and mesmerizing smile. oh you definitely were doing this on purpose, suguru knew it.

knees burning due to the friction between your legs and the carpet floor of the car beneath you. suguru had been forcing your head up and down his cock repeatedly for what felt like hours. he was forcing to "apologize" to him for "flirting" with the barista. you knew you didn't do anything wrong, all you did was talk to the man. so you weren't gonna apologize for something you didn't even do.

and suguru was not having it. he knew you did it all on purpose. so he was going to force an apology out for you. because he was in disbelief you would flirt with a random guy right in front of him. he bobs your head on his cock swiftly, the ball of hair in his fist tangling severely. he had been doing this for about 30 minutes, with no intent of stopping.

you drooled and gagged all over his dick, sticking to your point. and the more and more you refused, the more suguru would force you down on him. his deep hoarse mutters of "just fuckin apologize." as his hips would also buck into your mouth.

he didn't care about the tears streaming down your face or the drastic red your lips had taken. he was sure to abuse your mouth until he got you to admit your actions. and the sounds of your gagging only fueled him even more, feeling the tightness of your throat engulf his cock. this went on for another 10 minutes before suguru pulls your hair up, forcing your head to snap up.

"looks like ima have to try something else, since you wanna be so difficult, but it's okay I'll get that fucking apology out of you. get on the seat"

|| TOJI FUSHIGURO || teasing him ⊹₊ ⋆

toji loved to be a pain in the ass. he loved to see that annoyed look plastered all over your face. he took pride in it too. never forgetting to accidentally walk in on you showering. or his hands somehow slipping up your inner thighs, finger just merely touching your clit. he just loved to watch you squirm because of him.

and it annoyed you. a lot. you felt like he couldn't go 2 seconds without any attempts to crawl under your skin. so what did you do? you simply did it back, only this time taking it up a notch.

okay so maybe brushing your hand all over his clothed cock in the middle of eating out, wasn't the best idea. you argued that it wasn't your fault that your hand just so happened to slip by. accidentally squeezing his already halfway hard dick. toji wasn't a fool though. he knew this was your "payback". but instead of accepting the consequences of his actions, he merely just going to make you regret it.

"p-please toji, m'sorryy" you moan, fingers rushing in and out of your hole swiftly. toji had forced you to play with yourself until he felt satisfied. and it was hell.

all you wanted right now was to feel toji's shaft in you. to reach lengths your weak short fingers could never. to feel how big he was , and how much he would stretch you out. savoring the painful but pleasant burn it brought. and your fingers were getting tired. you had been fingering yourself for about 20 minutes, orgasming almost 4 times at this rate. and all of it was still not satisfying to toji

"shouldn't have been such a slut earlier then, if you wanted to get fucked just say that." he growls, arms crossed as he watched you, those dark menacing eyes tracking your every movement. "be grateful you using your fingers, you wouldn't be able to handle how I would treat you right now." he speaks, hands tucking strands of hair behind your ear. you were just going to have to wait, wait until toji was happy enough with your current state.

|| RYOMEN SUKUNA || disrespecting him ⊹₊ ⋆

is anybody surprised that Sukuna has an outrageously high ego? it should be so obvious. sukuna knew that he was important. and he knew he wasn't even worthy to be near the presence of most people. in summary he was very egotistical.

and when you two were arguing earlier, about how he didn't treat you well enough. you weren't lying though. he would constantly leave you on delivered, constantly bullied you, and even just straight up ignoring you some times. and you were sick of it. and it all happened so quickly, you swore it was just the heat of the moment. you didn't mean to call him "the worst boyfriend in the world."

so when sukuna heard those offense and outrageous words come right out of your mouth, he knew that you had gone too far. completely lost your mind. who were you even to call him such a thing? he knew in his mind that he was perfect, so maybe you just needed to get put in your place.

"would the worst boyfriend in the world be fuckin ya right now, whore?' he scoffed, grasp around your neck growing tighter. sukuna had you on all fours, on the cold wooden floor of your shared apartment, forcing you to take both cocks in your pussy. he was making sure that you would feel his wrath in the way he would thrust into your cunt, the pace so harsh and fast it made you dumber and dumber by the second.

his two large cocks in you at once wasn't helping either. it was one thing to feel him in you but twice?? it was so overwhelming, but it made you crave him even more. sukuna was so rough with you two. he had forced those two cocks down into you with no remorse for your feelings. and been though you should be scared or concerned, you just felt hornier and hornier by the second.

"s-sukuna!! gonna cum!!" you mewled, voice raspy and hoarse just from the amount of screaming you had just experienced. and you could feel that familiar knot in your stomach start to tighten, the stars building up in your vision, making you let out breathy groans and moans. only for it to all be ruined. sukuna pulls out of you, hand pulling your neck up. "who said you could cum yet? hold it in while I show you how bad of a boyfriend I can be."

#jjk x reader #jjk #smut #jjk smut #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x reader #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #suguru geto #suguru x reader #ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #ryomen sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna #geto x reader #suguru geto smut #toji smut #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #geto suguru #jjk suguru #jjk geto #jjk ryomen #sukuna smut

[blackleatherjacketz]

Give In

Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Klaus shows up out of the blue to remind you who you belong to.

Warnings: Mature Content, Mild Violence, Alcohol, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Klaus and his Mouth

Word Count: 1.4k+

Raucous voices from the drunken patrons on the patio echo against the vastness of the parking lot as you walk away from the crowd, having had enough of the holiday scene inside. Hand in hand with someone you’d only just met an hour before, you make your way out to your car until a feeling of dread suddenly washes over you. Unsure if it’s from all the green beer that you know you shouldn’t have drunk, the sensation intensifies as you get closer, tugging at your insides and prickling the fine hair on the backs of your arms with each step you take. You hear a heavy thud and a light moan, the alcohol dulling your senses just enough to keep you on your path as you turn toward where you had parked your car before you finally see him.

What the hell is he doing here?

“A local pub on St. Patrick’s Day? That’s very unlike you, now is it, darling?” Klaus licks the fresh blood off his lips as he approaches you and your guest, his hazel eyes aglow with a mixture of hunger and satisfaction before returning back to their natural hue. The limp body of the poor woman he had drained dry is just barely visible beneath the undercarriage of a Jeep as you attempt to take in your surroundings, damning the extra shot you took at the bar before walking outside with the man who had bought it for you.

“Who the hell is this guy? You know him?” Your new friend looks over at you, oblivious to the danger he’s in as a jealous shade of pink paints his cheeks.

“Klaus,” is all you can say as he steps closer, that all too familiar blend of fear and excitement tingling its way through your spine as if it’s your very first time seeing him.

It’s as if he’s capable of infecting the air around him with his mere presence, drawing out an innate response from your body every single time. You wish that you could blame it on compulsion, that you could somehow pass the buck onto his supernatural powers, but you both know he’s never had to use any of them on you before. You hate yourself for how weak you are for him, hate how your body instantly reacts to the mere sound of his voice or the glint in his eye like a dog in some sort of sick Pavlovian response. He could take whatever he wanted from you at any time he pleased, and you’d thank him for it.

And he knew that.

“The real question is… who the hell are you?” Klaus focuses his attention on your potential new bedfellow as he closes the gap between them, ignoring you for the moment as his fists find their way into the thin fabric of his novelty green t-shirt. With very little effort, he twists his grip on it, lifting the young man high into the air before staring menacingly into his eyes. “Well?”

“Alex.” He answers immediately, his voice shaking in sobering trepidation.

“And just how long have you been seeing my little witch, Alex?” His eyes darken as he compels the young man to tell him the truth, his dark tone just as threatening as it is curious.

“Witch? We just met tonight, I swear!” He lifts his hands up in surrender, not even bothering to look back at you for confirmation.

“You swear, hmmm?” He laughs to himself, that subtle amused chuckle rumbling in his chest before turning into a low growl, catching in his throat. “And just what were your intentions in bringing her out here like this, huh? Were you hoping to fuck her?”

“Klaus!” You scold in protest and take a step toward them, stopping only as he shoots you a deadly glare.

“Y…yes!” Alex admits freely, all the confidence and charisma he’d shown you inside disappearing in an instant.

“Good.” A sly grin slowly creeps across Klaus’ lips as Alex divulges his obvious intentions with you, fear trembling through his entire body and into his fingertips as they tremor sporadically. “She is rather tempting, isn’t she?”

Alex only whimpers in response, too afraid to say the wrong thing.

“You’re a bit young for her, don’t you think?” He grabs hold of his jaw and squeezes, turning his face from side to side to get a better look at his youthful features as he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“I didn’t care about that.” Alex cries.

“No, I know. ‘Age is nothing but a number’ and all that, but she needs someone older, someone with experience who can take care of her, someone who can really give her what she needs... Do you think you’re that someone, Alex?” He raises an eyebrow as his grip on his chin tightens, making sure to cut the inside of his cheeks against his molars.

“No,” he can barely whisper at this point.

“Good boy, now why don’t you go back inside, have another drink and forget that you ever met her; forget all of this?” He brings him down closer to his face, their noses mere inches apart as his voice lightens just the slightest bit. “Now run along back inside and find someone your own age, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Alex mutters with a nod, scurrying off the second Klaus lowers him down and releases him from his grasp.

“Nose ring really does it for you, huh, love?” Klaus finally addresses you as Alex’s hurried footsteps fade off in the distance. “I didn’t take him as your type.”

“What are you doing here?” You fold your arms across your chest to put some distance between you, as if that will somehow help protect you from his deadly charms. “I thought you’d left town.”

“Well, now I’m back.” His tone shifts completely, his voice now like slowly melted caramel, dripping with the confidence you swear he was born with as it warms every inch of you, those perfect lips of his curling into a knowing smirk. “I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

“And I thought you would have at least called,” you counter coldly.

“Oh, you always fight me tooth and nail don’t you, darling?” He laughs to himself as he slowly saunters toward you. “Always trying to convince yourself that you don’t want me, that you don’t need me.” His hypnotic gaze grazes over your resistant frame before he gently brushes his knuckles against your cheek. “That you don’t belong to me.”

“Belong to you?” Your lips part as your heart begins to race beneath your nearly heaving chest, pumping your cheeks full of blood as the effect he has on you grows more urgent than you care to admit. “I don’t…”

“Shhh…” He stops you before you can finish your thought, grabbing hold of your chin and lifting it to face him. “Let’s drop the charade, shall we?” He takes his time to take in your features, his nearly blown out pupils dilating even more as they linger on your parting lips.

“Mmm hmm,” you try to answer as his intoxicating scent surrounds you, the sweet smell of cinnamon coated with smoky notes of bergamot flooding your senses.

It’s all over now.

“You’re my little witch… not his, not anyone else’s… mine,” he growls. His hand moves from your chin down to your throat, squeezing gently as he ghosts the promise of a kiss while opening his mouth against yours. He stares at you as his tongue languidly traces the outline of your lips just long enough to stifle your breath. “Right? Show me you understand.”

Your lips quiver as they glisten in his spit before you lean forward just enough to lick his in return, slowly savoring the hints of iron and salt until you can’t help but kiss him completely. You breathe him in, forgetting about how long it’s been since you’ve last touched him as he embraces the kiss with an unmatched fervor. You gasp as he presses his hips into yours, nearly knocking the wind out of you as a satisfied groan vibrates in his chest. You moan into his mouth as he clumsily backs you up against the nearest car as you try to catch your breath, that moisture already collecting between your thighs.

“That’s it, love,” he whispers, pressing those pouty lips of his against your chin and jawline as his other hand starts unbuttoning your jeans. “Give in to me like you always fucking do.”

----------

Read more KLAUS!

#niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #the vampire diaries #the originals #joseph morgan #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x reader #niklaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson fanfic

[spikedhe4rt]

dating dallas hcs??

Dallas Winston x Reader Headcannons 🪐🪐

A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I just want to say, I love you guys so much. Thank you for all the support and patience! My request box is always open! <3

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ You guys met at bucks, you were a bartender and he lives there.

❥ He started to talk to you randomly because he was just bored.

❥ It turned into hours and hours of conversation and you guys just hit it off.

"Im Dallas Winston, Im sure you've-" You quickly interrupted with a sarcastic eye roll. "Yes, Ive heard of you. You say that to all the girls in town". He shook his head with a grin. "Nah, only the pretty bartenders." Cue another eye roll

❥ You were a fire cracker and he loved that about you.

❥ Yall became close to the point, he would rant to you about Sylvia. You had to hide your jealousy every time.

❥ You were talking to him about some rude person at work and he truly realized how beautiful you are. He really sat and stared for a hot minute.

"I wanted to punch that asshole so- Hello? Earth to Dallas fucking Winston?"  he jumped slightly at your words before cooly nodding.  "Im listening..."

❥ He was honestly conflicted about his feelings for you.

❥ It wasn't until you went on a date with someone else, he confessed.

"Dallas, whats your problem?" You didn't get why he was being such an asshole today. "Why didn't you come over today!?" he said angrily. "I had a date, y'know that!" he shrugged "Exactly!"

"It was just a movie and-" He looked at you with what felt like a hurt expression "and you didn't need to be with him. I like you." His hand came to the sides of your face and fiercely kissed you.

❥ You guys started dating after that. You guys never officially asked eachother, you just felt it.

❥ Getting to wear his Christopher.

❥ Walking around together with his arm around you.

❥Him never letting you walk around alone because he gets worried.

❥ The only time he will let you touch his hair is when you're stressed bc he's know you love it

❥ He leaves the biggest hickeys on you.

❥ His love language is acts of service.

❥ You not understanding half the stuff he says because the accent but you know he means well.

❥ He calls you doll and sweetheart.

❥ Always getting flustered when you patch him up bc he claims you have to sit on his lap to do it.

"Dallas, I don't need to sit on your lap to do this. You're fine just sitting on the counter" you say with a eyeroll.

❥ When you guys sleep together, he always ends up holding you.

❥ Movie dates

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ When in missionary, he props your legs on his shoulders so you can feel him deeper.

❥ He use's overstimulation as a punishment and reward.

- "Dally please, its too much." You pant out as Dally brings you to your peak for what seems like the 3rd time. "Weren't you just begging to cum like a pathetic slut after I said no" His thrusts became faster as you moaned out. "You can take it, sweetheart."

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

- "Dally please, more!" You plead for another orgasm, feeling so good that you don't want it to end. You clench around him, moaning out. "You want more, huh? Ill give you whatever as long as you keep being a good girl for me." He continued to fuck you till you both were spent.

❥  He spanks/smacks your ass raw when he hits it from the back.

❥ Leaves loves bites all over your chest.

❥ Loves to tell you everything he going to do to you.

"Oh fuck, Dally faster!" you mewled as he fingered you. His two digits were hitting your g-spot with every thrust. "You like that, huh? Im not gonna stop till you cum all over my fingers."

❥  When he eats you out, he sucks your clit just right and he knows it too.

❥ Has a degrading and praise kink.

"Such a pretty little slut for me"

#the outsiders #darry curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #dallas winston #the outsiders smut #the outsiders 1983 #dally winston #dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader fluff #dallas winston x reader smut #dallas #the outsiders dally #dally imagine #dally x reader

[yourfatherlucifer]

Shy Werewolf (PSH/SM)

Fallen Angel!Seonghwa x afab!reader x Werewolf!Mingi

Summary: Seonghwa's friend has a problem and he wants you to fix it. Left alone with a monster thats not your boyfriend, what will happen?

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of breeding, knotting, werewolf heat/rut, switch!mingi.[

Genre: Smut

AU: Supernatural

WC: 1020

Rated: R

Taglist: @wooyoungqueen @tunaasan @k-hotchoisan

Nets: @monsterfvckersunited @cromernet @pirateeznet @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @kflixnet @wonderlandnet

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

As you sat across from a much larger man, hands in your lap. You could see the nervousness radiating off of him, plus the very prominent bulge in his pants. Seonghwa had dropped you off at one of his friend’s house with a mission. You were to help him get out of his rut. You liked this side of Seonghwa, the sharing side. You didn’t mind him passing you off to his friends, or whatever. 

Seonghwa had discussed with you, the first time, you had sex with another person that wasn’t him. Which was Hongjoong the demon, that you would help pleasure his friends in need, if they needed it. Obviously you agreed, deciding you could experience all different kinds of cock, from different species. You’ve already had angel, demon, and gumiho. What else could there be? Well, a werewolf for starters, a very shy one at that. He’s a giant compared to you, down to his hands which were bigger than his face. You couldn’t wait to have them inside of you. 

“So, Mingi..” 

The male picked his head up, curiously, but still very nervous. He didn’t expect to have a human help him with his rut. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t find his mate yet, however. But with a quick solution from his elder, Seonghwa. He was on board with the idea. 

“Yes?”

“Are you sure this is what you want? We can try to find you another werewolf to mate with if you’re uncomfortable.”

Mingi shook his head and scooted up to you from the headboard of the bed, “No, it’s okay. I’m alright with this, as long as you are. It’s just..It’s my first rut. Especially with someone not of my kind.”

A blush spread across his cheek. He was adorable in your eyes, despite being a giant. 

“Alright, since it's okay.” You placed your hand on top of his, the size difference still shocking you. 

Mingi smiled before pulling you into his lap, pulling off your shirt. His lips meet yours in a feverish haze. His body filled up with heat that coursed through his veins and to his dick.

He moaned as his dick hardened beneath you. 

You rubbed your lower half against him, he gripped your hips to move you in a rhythm. Practically dry humping one another. 

But he whined in pure need, “I, I need more, Y/N. Please. It hurts.” 

As you pulled yourself off his lap, he pulled his shorts and boxers down in a hurry, the cold air hitting his extremely massive and red cock. The tip slapping the top of his abdomen. The man was enormous, just how were you going to do this? He laid his back down and let you crawl up to him, “Did you want me to suck you off, Mingi?” 

He whined in response, “Please?” he pleaded with a whine. 

You nodded, taking the base in your hands, stroking up and down, trying your best not to tease him. Kissing along the slit, his deep voice somehow created high pitched moans. 

Once the bulb/head of his cock was in your mouth, he let out a sigh of relief. 

“Yes, just like that, Y/N! Fuck, feels so good.” 

Mingi became jealous, how did Seonghwa find someone as amazing as you? Someone so willing to help out others. That jealousy was immediately replaced with pleasure, your pace had quickened. He was bucking up into your hand and mouth. 

Your own heat was starting to pool between your legs, the smell arousing Mingi greatly. 

“You smell so good,” he grabs your hair and shoves you further down his cock. 

You gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to pull away, “Mingi, you gotta be careful.” 

He cried out, “I’m sorry, it just feels so good, I need you on me. I need to be in you.” A low growl escaped his throat. 

You nodded, pulling off your own bottoms, cradling his thighs, but hovering above his cock. 

Mingi’s eyes widened in response, “Wait, don’t I need to prepare you?”

You shook your head, “I’ll be okay, Mingi, but thank you.” 

You grabbed his cock from behind you, lining it up with your entrance, the hot tip emitting a heat you’ve never felt before. 

His cock was huge, yet you were determined to take it. To help your boyfriend's friend. 

Mingi was trying so hard not to drive his hips into you. 

Once you finally sank down, the pain from him stretching you out was, well, painful. It hurt like shit. The biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Your hands landed on his chest with a heavy breath, “Oh my god, Mingi.” 

His head was thrown back in ecstasy, the pleasure he’s never felt before. “C-can you move?” He whined. You slowly nodded before rolling your hips experimentally. You gasped, his cock already hitting you in all the right places, he was completely stretching you out like never before. 

Finally finding a good enough pace for you both, you took your time fucking him. He was already gone, there wasn’t a single thought in that fucked out brain of his. Mingi was full out subbing for you. Despite his giant body and species, he was a complete bottom. 

Mingi’s hands found your waist as you bounced up and down his cock. 

He wished you were his. He wished you were his mate to claim. His to breed forever. 

His knot was rapidly approaching him. 

Mingi gripped your waist hard, now taking control of the pace, his hips pounding up into yours. 

You fell to his chest, moaning into his ear. His balls rapidly smacking into your ass, as he growled. 

His cum shot through your insides, creating a knot that stretched you out bigger than his own cock. 

Once he successfully finished releasing, he let you go, “Seonghwa won’t be here for a while longer, he’s gonna let my knot complete.” Mingi whispered to your tired form.

The second the blanket was on you, and you were covered, you had passed out, thinking of Seonghwa.

#cromernet #pirateteeznet #cultofdionysusnet #k-labels #kflixnet #wonderlandnet #song mingi #mingi smut #song mingi smut #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut

[b-dwolf]

losing my mind a bit, and need to try and get my thoughts in order BUT!

there is just.. something to be said with this season, and how they constantly like to reaffirm for us buck’s place in christopher’s life.

literally starting off the season with eddie opening up to buck about chris and him dating multiple girls at once, asking buck to talk to him (instead of simply asking him for advice to handle the situation, or even asking his girlfriend who- is a girl and would probably be better in that department! but anyway!).

and then showing us buck’s jealousy of chris thinking tommy is “so cool” (we all know now where that stemmed from, but i am still convinced he was confusing a bunch of feelings at once- and even oliver has said buck had no idea what / who he was jealous about!), and when tommy goes over to talk to buck about the basketball court incident- tommy tells him just how much christopher “can’t shut up” about him. and not to forget buck’s face when he says that and how it lasted a few seconds longer than it probably should have

…. and now; whatever the fuck is going on with helen and ramon coming to visit. my money is on abuela getting / feeling sick after the wedding (hence why eddie is still in the same shirt he wore to the hospital wedding in that still of him and chris that we got- also looks like he possibly could’ve been crying)

i am not super sure what the heck is going on there but i have a silly theory that my friend and i kind of came up with! we do not have strong evidence supporting it btw- this simply just based on what we have seen thus far and how the season has been playing out!

but since eddie will most likely be busy being by his abuela’s side- he would want someone to watch after chris for him. our best guess? buck, of course! it would also explain why he seems to be filming the same time as everyone else involved- and plus it could be the perfect opportunity to bring the ‘will of it all’ into play.

i could see two things going on with this; helena says something in a spur of a moment out burst along the lines of like, “you cannot keep leaving your son with a stranger” and eddie can say something like “he’s not a stranger, he’s family” and that can somehow lead into the will reveal! (because i do see helena being the problem here- people have pointed out many times now that ramon is the only one it seems to be putting in any effort into having a relationship with his son, where as it’s crickets from helena! also she was the first one to be defensive about shannon but anyway!)

OR!

and just a heads up: this is not me bashing tommy at all, i actually do enjoy his character and love what he has done / is doing for buck! this is simply speculation and also just a bit of fun!! no harm in silly theorizing!

i could see tommy perhaps noticing how often buck is watching after chris, and maybe he just brings up something about like, oh hey i thought eddie’s parents were in town… are they not able to watch after him? (in a nice way!! idk how the hell to word things but i do not think he would be a dick about it 😭 like he would just genuinely be asking!) and then somehow that conversation leads to the will and how eddie trusts buck more than anyone etc …

needless to say i just think there is. Something. There. and i have sooooo much hope in the will being brought up. based on how many times they brought it up in interviews, and sort of alluded to in the show as well (“you don’t seem to have trouble committing to certain things” you all know where your mind went!)

anyway that is all. thanks for reading this mess if ya did <3

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #diaz family #buddie #buddipher #idk guys there is just something sooo important #about the chris of it all #idk how to ! explain ! #AAAA #911 on abc #911 spoilers #tagging as spoilers bc i did mention some of the bts content

[watchyourbuck]

Oh god okay here we go

Why must I go into heavy detail you ask? Well, I am actually unable to shut up so here it is them 10 TOP “there’s no chance this is a straight friendship” MOMENTS

“You can have my back any day” aka the enemies to lovers speedrun. The immediate feeling we’re supposed to get from the screen is jealousy. Buck is jealous of the new recruit because he’s hot, a medic, a veteran, whatever. I’ll give it to you children, he WAS jealous. But then they go on call and they get into immediate danger bc 911 is a drama and then Eddie’s very keen on being Buck’s partner. Nothing queer til then right? WRONG. Eddie’s line is pretty normal but the way Buck reacts isn’t. I have had my fair share of “huh this person I didn’t like is actually cool” moments but nEVER have I once sucked in a breath, forgot how to blink, rushed in my words OR stared at said person like I’d like for them to be my lover. Three points to Gayfindor.

“Is your son REALLY the reason you don’t date?” This line and the dialogue that follows makes absolutely no sense from the non-queer glass. Alright he asks bc he wants to know why two girls practically launched themselves at him and he declined (such a kind offer lmao) but… why are you standing so close? Why do you bump shoulders with him as you walk? Most importantly, what the FUCK does Eddie’s smirk mean after “they’re not my type either… not anymore.” Idk about you guys but when I’m not on the market I’m actually not in it 😀 and I don’t go around looking at my best friend like I’d consider fucking her (I’m actually kinda yikes about that thought bc she’s like my sister). Bottom line is: if you’re willing to fuck your best friend, there’s attraction. That scenes oozes attraction and I’d be willing to white glove challenge a body language reader.

The Tsunami. YES okay, there are far many moments in between but I also need to make this a somewhat readable list so here we go. We’re gonna pretend for a hot second Buck wants to save his best friend’s son, and not the child that he considers his own bc I’m tired. Let’s skip to the far end of this (be GrAtEfuL I’m skipping the whole sacrifice that this episode entailed. Buck was willing to die, to never sit down again if it meant looking for Chris [& the utter fear he has to face Eddie]. It’s a lot). Now, I do not OWN a child (thank god) but if I did, I wouldn’t be particularly comfortable with a simple friend from work taking care of them. They could be my very best friend from work and I’d still feel a little icky -at least nervous- about it. Yet Eddie not only takes Christopher back A F T E R the tsunami (Chris could’ve died and Eddie is nothing short of apprehensive), but he says ‘there’s no one I trust with my son more than you’. Um. Not his wife. Not his family (CHRIS’ family), not Abuela, not Tia Pepa. Buck. Who he… just met? Surely it isn’t bc he’s uncle buck… I don’t believe even Maddie has said that to Buck, where he’s actually, yknow, UNCLE BUCK. Co-parenting is not something done between a parent and a friend, and I know this shit bc my mom raised me with a few of her friends and guys,,, she never said that to any of them. Also Chris is practically never seen with anyone else from the 188firefam alone.

The Kitchen Scene™️. I have gone on rants about this before but truth be told THIS is the scene that conveys the MOST canonically sexual tension between them. We can joke about it all y’all want but this scene is unhinged. I don’t think Oliver and Ryan were aware that they should’ve been friends in this scene. The way the conversation shifts from apologetic sad puppy eyes to “you’re throwing your punches at the wrong guy” to I CAN TAKE YOU (???) you can what? “Oh you think?” “Oh I know” HELLO? Pls don’t even get me started on how Buck approaches Eddie, the way he’s puffy-chested, his hand on his belt, eyeing him up and down, nearly biting his lip, cocky grin,,,,, explain to me in hetero. I’m waiting😐 guys c’mon exPLAIN IT TO ME IN HETERO. The way Eddie glances to the side bc where’s Chris? And h o w he sips his beer right after, smirking, tiLTING His head. I’m sorry this is not straight in any way. I’m sorry you’re gonna have to accept this.

Clipboard Buck. Alright u got me!!! This one’s a lil silly, but so is my life, so it’s fair game. Clipboard Buck is annoying as fuck, he’s so fucking annoying. The entire firefam picks up on this, no one wants to be around,,,, except Eddie. You could argue that it’s bc he likes him as a friend and he’s just indulging …. 👁️👄👁️ sure but he also hides from Interim Captain Han soooo anyway what’s fun about this is how willing Eddie is to comply with everything he says. He’s basically twirling his hair, kicking his feet, smiling & blushing and “check!” 🧍🏽‍♀️ buck is kinky (that is canon e.g the ring cutter) and he gets high on authority and Eddie does backflips to meet his kinks. Exhibit 5 complete.

The Lawsuit Arc acka the first divorce era😔✊🏼. This one makes me rage a little bit because I get really upset at Buck for acting recklessly. Like baby let yourself HEAL. Anyway,,,, onto what brings us here 🥷🏼. It’s canon that the entire team is mad at Buck, they don’t really wanna bump into him, can’t really speak to him,,, but Eddie? Eddie’s filled with wrath. I cannot stress enough the fact that he uses Chris as an excuse “do you even know how much he misses you? how could you! you’re not here”. The way he expresses himself, and we’re choosing to ignore the fact that he HIMSELF misses Buck,, that’s how you talk to someone who has a responsibility with the child, not the fun coworker that randomly shows up @ your house with pizza every once in a while. “I couldn’t even call you to bail me out of jail”. He’s so u p s e t that for the first time they know each other he can’t rely on Buck when he’s hurting and in danger. And pls for the love of Jesus Christ my lord & savior don’t tell me that it’s a 118 thing bc he calls Ronda Rousey to come pick him up 🎅🏻 that grocery store scene is.. interesting.

Eddie Underground. Alright we’re getting serious now guys,,, might as well put on your thinking caps on this one. We all know the story, this isn’t a latest ep recap soooo The wAY Buck’s the ONLY ONE who desperately calls Eddie’s name when he’s fallen underground, amidst the heavy rain and dirt. Listen to me: he starts digging with his hands. With his bare hands I tell you!!!! 😩 Bobby has to physically pull him back as he cries on his lap. Buck is a smart man, he wouldn’t do something that’s completely illogic, he knows he can’t dig him out but he’s so desperate. His voice breaks, he can’t breathe, he becomes impulsive, reckless, impatient. Do I need to remind y’all the reason he wasn’t the one getting strapped to go underground??? “You’re not going down there. So we can have two cut off ropes?” Everyone knows he’s willing to sacrifice his integrity for Eddie bc his life doesn’t make sense without him. “We’ll get him back for you”

The Shooting + “I’ve made u my son’s dad lol”. When Eddie gets shot the world freezes for Buck. He’s left standing there, staring as Eddie’s blood splatters on him. He has to be tackled down. Even then, he’s unable to move, to breathe. He just looks as he bleeds out, and theN he snaps back into reality, bracing himself to go under the truck (foregoing his own trauma - I’ve said this before) and preparing for the amount of strength it’s gonna take to pull him under it. He screams at him to hold on, and later when he manages to pull him inside the truck he tells him he needs him to hang on. He rips his uniform open, he cries and screams,,, then Eddie wakes up, and he asks BUCK if HES okay. Bc he saw blood :( also as @butraura pointed out, he can’t die if Buck’s dying bc what about Chris? He only lets himself drift off when he knows Buck’s okay. Then we got The Will Reveal™️ also so unhinged. “You knew I wouldn’t turn it down” right what is this guys??? That was a year ago. He added him to his will A yEaR aGo. Idk about y’all but I haven’t added my friends to my will😀 also Buck’s the one who tells Chris ??? (I’m being very brief on this subject). Also “Because, Evan” shut up🧎🏽‍♀️

& 10. The Lightning Strike + “She sees me”. I’m doing these together bc I haven’t watched this episodes yet but I’m an addict so I’ve spoiled myself to the brim. The way Eddie screams Buck’s name, the way he saves him, “do more” h e l l o ?? The absolute PAIN in Eddie’s eyes, “you died Buck” “3 minutes and 17 seconds”, “his humor hasn’t changed” & the fact that he listens to Buck on his super genius math theory. And then Buck goes and says “I feel like Natalia sees me” ok. I mean my feelings mean nothing but Eddie’s face ??? That’s a man that knows he’s waited too long.

I rest my case. I’m missing a lot of scenes (like a lot omg Abby comes back, Buck under the Truck, Buck vomiting blood, the Taylor Arc) & y’all can argue in the comments about them, or add shit or try to dismantle mine, honestly the floor is yours idc wHat u do, just know you won’t convince me otherwise 🤸🏽these two are in love & that’s pretty much that on THAT. PERIOD.

#I’m sorry for this long ass post #buddie #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #911 tv show #buck x eddie #evan buck buckley #buck and eddie #911 abc #buddie drabble #buddie ship #evan buckley x eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #buck/eddie #911 buddie #buddie 911

[10liver]

Reader/Pro hero!Izuku Midoriya

Long ass one shot about jealousy and anger issues.

TW: None besides a whole lot of overthinking

Izuku has been fawned over more than you'd like, and at some point, it becomes unbearable.

---------------------------------

"Pro hero Deku! Over here!"

"We love you pro hero Deku!"

"50 bucks for a kiss!"

"Ah, um, now now ladies, let's calm down." Izuku said, raising two hands infront of him in an attempt to reclaim the wild crowd of females.

You stood there off to the side, eyeing Izuku as he struggled against the ladies unrequited adoration for him. But you? You were put off to the side as always, just like you are right now. You found it hard to believe Izuku even knew you were here right now. And that infuriated you.

You and Izuku had been together ever since he started off as a regular pro hero, down in the lower ranks. You supported him through everything, whether it be financial support, emotional support, or physical support. You were always there and you stuck by him, as loyal as a dog. Especially when All Might died. Everytime a man who wasn't someone you knew walked up to you, you quickly shut them down, dismissing whatever they were trying to say before they even got a chance to say it.

But as Izuku started to climb the ranks he had become more and more popular, especially with the women of Musutafu. And soon enough, it became unbearable. At some point they even started throwing their panties and bras at him.

You knew it wasn't entirely his fault but you couldn't help but get mad. You would always shut down other males before they got the chance, but Izuku? He didn't even bother saying he has a girlfriend, all he does is smile at them and laugh their charms off.

You sucked your teeth, continuing to eye Izuku. He had yet to notice your appearance, so you took that as a sign to walk off. And you did.

Only then did he notice you walking off. He also happened to notice how angrily you walked off.

You continued to walk towards your shared penthouse with Izuku, making sure to give a mean scowl to every single person you pass by.

You finally made it to the penthouse building. You took a deep breath to temporarily ease your anger as you walked into the lobby.

You put on your sweetest smile and coated your tone with sugar each time a guard or a resident hero would say Hello to you. You made sure to keep that sweet smile in the elevator, as you were well aware of the cameras within the elevators.

But as soon as you were inside the camera free penthouse, you snapped. You let out a frustrated scream as you pulled out your hair tie, letting your hair fall from your tight ponytail. You clutched onto that same hair tie as you stomped your way towards the guest room, not wanting to be in the same room where you and Izuku sleep on the regular.

"Why can't he just— he—For God's sake!" You cry out, finally allowing your frustrated tears to slip down your flushed cheeks.

You threw yourself onto the plush queen sized bed and clutched onto a loose pillow, squeezing it with all the strength you had. You screamed and cried into that same pillow, leaving visible stains on said pillow.

You hated the way they acted so freely towards Izuku. It felt as if he wasn't even really yours. You wondered how he would feel if the same thing were to happen with you? How would he feel? What would he do? Those thoughts seemed to calm you down for just a moment. You decided to take advantage of your calm moment, slowly getting up from your curled up position and shifting off the bed.

You had attempted to let out an exhausted sigh but all that came out was a broken and cracked squeak. You grumbled with your broken voice and dragged your feet towards the kitchen.

"I really fucking hope Izuku doesn't come home today." You squeak out, not giving a single shit about who hears you.

You drag yourself past the front door and closer towards the large open kitchen. You let out a broken huff as you reach up to the open cabinet and grab one of your favorite designed mugs in hopes that it will cheer you up atleast a little bit.

It eventually did, but by a barely noticeable amount. You slowly turned the faucet and let the water run till it hit the perfect temperature and filled your cup.

You slowly close the faucet with similar pace as how you opened it. After ceasing the running water you cautiously brought the mug up to your mouth and began to chug, chugging as much as you could.

You let out an exasperated sigh and mentally clapping for the return of your voice. That brief sense of proudness immediately ceased to none as you snapped your head to the sound of your penthouse door squeaking open.

Great. You sigh, dragging yourself out of the kitchen, attempting to hide the desperate fact that you don't want to be seen. And by him of all people.

"Hey angel, I'm home!" He calls out to you, looking around briefly before taking off his boots at the door.

Since you're fully out of his field of vision you quickly shuffle into the guests room, hoping he thinks you're not home. He calls out to you a couple more times and you don't respond to any of them.

Once you're finally inside of the guests bedroom you continue to drag yourself forward until you feel your upper, slightly bare thighs hit the cool comforter of the bed.

You let out a somewhat quiet groan before allowing yourself to fall face first onto the messy, unmade guest bed with a cushioned thud.

You began thinking, what if you were just overreacting? Well, yeah, you were but.. The way he just simply chuckled at the thrown panties and bras made you so.. so upset. You know, hero this, hero that, you know. You know. But no matter what, it still fuckin' hurt.

"Sweetheart, are you in here?"

You jolted up and out of your thoughts as you heard the soft masculine voice call out to you, and not from behind a door.

You didn't reply, you didn't even look at him. You just plopped back down into the bed and laid their in silence.

"Sweetheart..?" He called out to you again, somehow getting more gentler as he shuffled closer to the bed that you were moping on.

"Go away." You muffled into the bed with high doubts that he heard you.

You felt a large dip in the bed as the large toned man pressured all of his weight on the poor mattress. "Can you get up for me?"

You groaned into the bed before reluctantly getting up and sitting with your legs crossed in the middle of the bed. He stared at your face for a brief moment before glancing at different parts of your body as he analyzed you.

"Have you been crying?" He asks, shuffling his body closer to you.

You turned away from him, turning your face towards the slightly opened wooden door of the guest room. What a lovely door.

"Honey, can you please look at me?" He slightly raised his voice, still sounding gentle yet slightly louder than before. His patience was thinning.

You stayed silent, analyzing the different waves of the wood embedded into the smooth door. You were practically burning holes into the damn thing.

And that's when his patience snapped. He placed his fingers ever so gently under your chin, just before snapping your head to look at him.

"Y/n, I swear if you don't tell me what the fuck is wrong." He threatened as he sharply stared into your e/c eyes.

You let out a displeased huff, slightly darting your eyes around to avoid his burning gaze. You quickly begin to weigh out the outcomes of the situation if you were to tell him how you truly felt.

"Fine. You really wanna know what's wrong? I hate the fact that you allow those desperate girls cling onto you whenever we go out together. I hate that you don't even bother to push them away or tell them I exist. I don't even think most people know that you're taken. People don't even know who I am to you, at this point i wouldn't be shocked if they thought I was just obsessive stalker fangirl. I'm sick and tired of being pushing to the side and don't even get me started on the fact you don't even NOTICE I'm not there with you. You don't even bother to check."

At this point, you didn't even realize you had raised your voice. You didn't even feel the frustrated tears sliding down your cheeks, glistening your cheeks with soft transparent marks.

Izuku's eyes were practically as wide as saucers as he stared at your puffy eyes. He sat there, frozen.

You clicked your tongue before aggressively swiping the side of your face, ridding one side of any traces of tears. You let out a displeased sigh before pushing yourself off the bed. Before you could continue any further you felt a firm, large hand on your arm, actively keeping you in place.

"I.. I didn't know you felt that way Y/n." Izuku said quietly, staring down at you as he clearly towered over you.

"Let go of me Izuku.." You say, barely above a whisper as you hopelessly try and tug your arm away from his firm grasp.

He doesn't respond, he just stares at the leftover residue of tears on your frustrated flushed cheeks. He can't even begin to explain the emotions he felt the moment you told him your feelings.

You narrow your eyes, accidentally activating your quirk and temporarily paralyzing Izuku. You slightly take advantage of this and slip your arm out of his grasp. You quickly shuffle towards the opened door before blinking and freeing him from your paralyzing glare.

"Y/n." Raising his voice, he called out to you just before you managed to close the door. He couldn't believe the fact you had used your quirk on him.

You quickly sped walked over to your shared coat rack, slipping off your fuzzy coat and slipping in your boots, hoping to take a nice long walk, away from your fiancé.

"Y/n. Don't you dare walk out that door." Said fiancé hissed, making his way over towards the curve where the entrance, and exit door stayed.

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes up at him as he had made his way infront of the door, blocking your only way outside.

"Won't you just let me fucking talk?" He spoke, crossing his broad arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes down at you in frustration.

He took your silent glare as a go. "Y/n, I honestly didn't know you felt that way. I apologize for not noticing your feelings sooner but this isn't how this situation should've gone. You need to learn how to communicate with me better or else everything is going to turn into a fight." He stopped himself for a quick moment to take a frustrated huff and pinch the bridge of his nose as he leaned against the door.

"Dear All Might, I honestly don't know what to do with you." He muttered under his breath as he moved his fingers up to rub his temples.

"If you're just here to reprimand me and complain about my actions I suggest you stop there and move out of my way." You threatened, feeling slightly ticked off by his muttering.

"Can you let me finish?" He retorted, hovering his hand over his face as he looked down at you.

"I'm sick and tired of this Midoriya, I don't get why you can't just comfort me instead of scolding me." You felt soft droplets fall down your cheeks with frustration and slight anger.

"If you'd just let me finish." He said, yelling out the last part with anger. Something in the way his pupils dilated with anger shook something in you.

The way your body flinched because of him had visibly shattered something within him, and you saw it.

"Y/n.. I—.."

Before he could finish you had already began running back into the guest room with your elbow around your face as you sobbed into it. You quickly slammed the door shut, locking it as soon as it shut. You were so done. This was the last straw.

"Y/n.. Y/n, please.." He called out softly, banging on the door before sliding his fist down the smooth wooden door. He let his forehead thud against the wood as he let out a shakey frustrated sigh.

"She's scared of you."

"Shes going to break up with you."

"You haven't even gotten married yet and you've already sent her running and hiding."

"This is your fault."

"Youre a bad boyfriend and fiancé."

He slammed his fist against the door, making the door vibrate from the pressure. He sobbed softly, trying to push out those overwhelming thoughts that filled his brain with doubt.

You couldn't even bother to move. You slightly shook as you sobbed into the pillow, leaving wet marks of your makeup onto the white pillow case.

The both of you sobbed, voices filling your heads as both of you cried your feelings out. You stayed like that for hours, eventually exhausting yourselves out.

Izuku fell asleep against the door, eyes visibly puffy from his quiet emotional sobs. He was already exhausted from patrolling and the two combined had took a larger toll on him than a class C villain battle would.

You let out a soft shakey broken sigh as you lifted your face away from the suffocatingly hot and ruined pillow. You stared down at the dried makeup stains on the soft white pillow before pushing yourself off the bed.

You took a deep breath, getting yourself mentally prepared to face your fiancé. You slowly opened the door causing it to slightly creak as you felt the door open slightly quicker than you had intended.

He was asleep on the door.

You used the most of your strength to slow the opening of the door just in case he'd fall onto the floor. You quickly walked over to where the door was supposed to be so his head laid comfortably against your legs instead.

"Izuku?" You called out quietly, seeing if he'd wake up from that before you'd be forced to carry him into your shared room.

He was heavy, okay?

You let out a frustrated sigh before gripping onto the top of his broad arms and pulling him up with a loud grunt. The way you were bent over looked like you had several decades worth of back pains. Why's he gotta be so goddamn heavy?

You huffed with each slow step towards your bedroom, thanking the deities and All Might above that your bedroom was somewhat close to the guest's room.

After the painful amount of time you took carrying your tall and large future husband, you finally made it within the bedroom. You sighed with relief when you finally felt him off of your back as you shoved him on the bed.

You wiped a non-existent sweat bead off your completely dry forehead before crawling onto the bed on the opposite side of Izuku. You turned your back to his sloppy sleeping position you put him and stared out the window as you watched the window slightly light up with a light shade of blue.

Suddenly you were pulled against a hard body, radiating warmth against your back as you pressed against it.

"Izuku..?" You whispered with slightly wide eyes.

He just simply groaned in response before pulling you closer and nuzzling his head onto the nape of your neck after moving some of your hair away.

"'M sorry sweetheart." He mumbled, slightly above a whisper as he placed a gentle kiss against your neck.

Your lips automatically perk up into a soft smile, slowly melting into his warm touch as you let out a soft sigh.

"Yell at me again and I'm paralyzing your heart."

#my writing #ao3 #fanfic #my hero academia #bnha #mha #oneshot #long reads #ao3 izuku #izuku x reader #pro hero deku #angst #jealousy #anger #overthinking

[inmyheadimobsessed]

Can't Help Loving You

pairing: riri ✘ black!reader

summary: you and riri are roommates who hookup sometimes. you agreed to keep things casual but it may not be that easy. (requested)

contains: jealousy, implied nsfw, fluff, a smidge of angst

word count: 3102

tags: @mingitheii @natsgirlfriend @shurimainhoee @fanficgoddess @prettyluhlaiiii @chrome-edition @wannaberavanbitch @vlkyriesverse

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: the lack of riri fics hurt my heart and soul so i'm here to save the day! everyone cheer! can you tell i was listening to lucky daye whilst writing this? lol i like how this turned out and i hope anon does too. more riri fics to come soon. enjoy <333

Lucky Daye played softly from the speaker on her desk while she kissed you against it. You giggled into it, needing more, but lacking the time. Something small and sharp poked you in your lower back, and you’d probably care to know what it was if Riri’s lips weren’t wrapped around yours and her tongue were not down your throat. Her fingers caught in your moisturized curls as she massaged your scalp. You should pull away. You should be sitting in your Mechanical Engineering class right now. However, all rational decision making skills leapt out the window whenever said decisions involved your stunning roommate.

She broke the kiss to catch her breath and you saw it as an opportunity to slip from within her hold. Being the genius she was, she caught onto your plan before you were even able to execute it. Damn her and that gorgeous brain of hers. Her fingers tickled your sides when they slipped under your hoodie and you shivered. Riri kissed your neck in that special spot you loved. She had you now, and the dangerous part was that she knew it.

“Riri…” You whined when her tongue hit your throat. “I need to get going.”

“Your class started ten minutes ago. I can teach you everything you need to know about Mechanical Engineering right here.” She tugged your hair and you groaned.

You grabbed her face, planting your lips back on hers. The kiss heated up at a swift pace and she got lost in it. She was swimming in the feeling, the expression on her face depicted that well enough. Grabbing her hips, you spun her so her back was now against the cluttered desk. She bucked under you with a low whine. Fuck. You were beginning to suspect that classroom would not be seeing you on this day. You hoisted the shorter girl onto the table and her legs found your waist instinctively. You pecked her once more before pressing your foreheads together.

“I really need to go.” She pouted and crossed her arms, and a fond smile broke out in your features. “That cute little pout is something so very serious, whew! But I’m for real. We can pick this up later?”

Riri rolled her eyes and climbed down onto the carpeted floor, “Fine. Go learn or whatever. I can satisfy my own needs. Like I always end up having to do.”

“Were your needs not satisfied last night? I guess I just assumed they were, you know based on all the ‘oh fucks’ and ‘right theres’ you were hollering the whole time.” Her eyes widened at that and her perfectly arched brows shot up to the ceiling.

“Just get out.” She grabbed you by your shoulders and ushered you out the door as you laughed at her. You enjoyed making her flustered a little too much.

Leaning down to her level, you whispered in her ear before you began your departure, “Later?”

“Yes, fine. Later.” Her smile was captivating, though it always was, and you were a sucker who only seemed to be falling deeper into all that Riri came with. Which you discerned was a very terrible course of action.

•••

“I just don’t get how you show up twenty minutes late to class and still be able to keep up. I was the first one in the room and I was lost the entire time.” Your friend spoke, walking by your side through campus. He needed to borrow some of your notes so he was accompanying you back to your dorm. The air was brisk, yet nice and fresh on your stroll. Sunlight serenaded the freshly cut grass and the pavement.

“I don’t know man, I’m just hella smart. I does this.” Your response was playfully cocky and your friend laughed. You both knew your roommate was responsible for your understanding of most of your coursework. She was an amazing tutor, when she wasn’t laid under you that was.

He pulled open the door to the building and held it for you, “Right. Just tell Riri if she ever wants to donate some of that brain she so generously lends to you, I’m around.”

You smacked his arm in disgust. His chuckle was so loud, a few students in the common area turned their heads to look at the both of you. The glare you shot him was borderline homicidal, if looks were indeed able to kill. Your chest felt funny, feeling your heartbeat pick up in this way was strange to say the least and you didn’t understand it. But what you did understand was your not wanting to hear anyone speak about Riri like that.

He threw his hands up in defeat, “Look I’m sorry. That was a terrible joke, one of my worst. Besides, I know she’s off limits. I would never do that to you.”

“Off limits? Nah, Riri and I are just friends. It ain't even like that.” You weren’t even sure you yourself were convinced, let alone satisfied with that sentiment. “I just don’t wanna hear you sexualize my roommate. That’s all.”

The two of you stepped off the elevator as you approached your room door.

“You let all your friends give you hickeys like that?” He pointed to your bruised neck and the morning’s events flooded your memories: Riri’s lips on yours and on your neck. Her fingers in your hair, her little whimpers in your ear. Your stomach flipped and you felt like the air was lifting you up, up, up.

Upon opening the door, that floating feeling was ripped away from you before you even got a chance to enjoy it. The scene of Riri making out with the guy from down the hall, whilst straddling his lap on the couch pulled you back down to Earth. That funny feeling in your chest from mere moments ago was full blown hilarious now. Your friend froze beside you. Clearing your throat, you tossed one of her shoes at them.

“Yo what the hell?” Riri screeched and turned to meet your eyes. Trembling fingers twitched at your sides. You tried for words, but none came. You weren’t even sure you wanted them to. What would you say? You just threw a shoe at the back of her head, intentionally. Was that justifiable? The anger on her face answered that question rather quickly; no, it was not.

She climbed off the guy and your eyes stalked her, shame rumbling inside you. “Did you just throw a shoe at me?”

“Sorry.” It was all you could manage, you were still reeling from the jealousy of seeing Riri with someone who was not you. “Let me get you those notes.”

Your friend and the guy left the dorm room silently, still stunned and tired of treading in the awkwardness.

“What was that?” Her voice was coated in agitation.

Jealousy, you thought. “I don’t know. I already said I was sorry. I just–”

“Do we need to go over the rules of this again? This is casual, ain’t nothing else to it.” Her fingers gesture between you and her.

You sucked in a sharp gust of air and it sliced the back of your throat on the way down. Of course you knew that. Riri was not your girlfriend, there were no feelings to be had between the two of you. You both agreed, and yet her words still stung.

“I know that. But he literally lives down the hall, you could’ve at least–”

She cut you off again, “Who I fool around with outside of you has nothing to do with you. Your input is not needed aight? Just stay out of my damn business.” You could tell that saying those words did something to her emotionally, but she refused to take them back. And you refused to address it. She pushed past you and was out of the door with a swiftness. It was what it was.

•••

It’d been days since the shoe incident and neither of you had mentioned it. Things were not as tense as you’d expected them to be, but they were tense enough to have you sleeping in your own bed every night without her. It was fine really, it gave you time to catch up on a few assignments and make it to all your classes on time.

You were sitting at your desk finishing up a paper due at midnight when she walked in the door. She’d gotten her braids redone a few days ago and they looked gorgeous on her, you hadn’t complemented her like usual though. And she seemed kind of ticked off by it. Riri slammed her bag on the couch and plopped down beside it. She definitely had a long day. Her blanketing presence in the room pulled your attention from your homework, but you just wanted to look at her.

She propped her chin up on the back of the couch and her eyes met yours. It was one of the many cute things she did that drove you crazy. There it was; that feeling that had been missing for the past five days. Riri’s gaze always lit you up.

She grinned and you matched it. “So. You tryna slide to this party tonight? I need to unwind.”

“Uh yeah. I’m already going… with Kayla.”

Her smile dropped and something unfamiliar glossed her eyes over. “Kayla, your ex Kayla?”

“Yeah.” You responded softly, still holding her gaze.

Riri inhaled sharply, “Oh. I didn’t know y’all still used to kick it.”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

She hopped off the couch irritated, and walked over to the fridge for a drink. “Didn’t she break your heart or something last semester?”

“She’s not like that anymore.” Riri laughed at your sentence, behaving as though she knew something you didn’t.

“And who said that? Kayla?” You were trying your hardest not to remind her of the familiarity this conversation had. ‘I told you sos’ were never in your domain, but she was making it painstakingly hard to resist.

You huffed a laugh and returned to your paper. Riri scoffed and stomped her foot at your blatant ignoring of her question, causing you to quirk an eyebrow. She wasn’t even trying to be cute, but she was.

She brought her water bottle to her lips and chugged it before responding, “Well I guess I’ll see you there. With Kayla.” The indignation in her tone was very entertaining to you. You watched her exit the room before shaking your head and continuing your assignment.

Later that night, you’d watched Riri get dressed on her side of the room in silence as you did the same. And she made sure to lay the teasing on thick: towel hanging loose around her when she stepped out the bathroom, bending over so you could see everything from the back. It was torturous. She had opted to wear a sparkly crop top with a never ending plunging neckline and some baggy lowrise jeans. She looked amazing, obviously, but all your thoughts were on the attention she would be sure to garner from everyone in attendance. Irritation flared within you at the idea of her dancing with some random person.

“Are you leaving with me? Or is she picking you up?” Riri practically spat the word ‘she’ out, as if the pronoun harbored a disgusting flavor.

Your smile was hard to conceal, “Pretty sure when I said I was going with Kayla, I meant exactly that.”

She scoffed, “Whatever man.”

When you arrived at the party you’d already lost Kayla. She sent you a text saying she was with friends, typical. You rolled your eyes and tucked your phone into your bag.

You grabbed a drink and you dipped off into a corner. Truth be told, you hated parties. But Riri loved them every once in a while and she always made you come with her. You spotted Kayla walking towards you and gave her a faint smile.

“Wanna dance?” You nodded and she dragged you through the crowd of sweaty students. Extra by Lucky Daye blasted through the large speakers as Kayla grinded against you. Perks of attending a party thrown by the BSU. She spun around to sling her arms around your neck and you placed yours on her waist, swaying with the infectious melody of the song. A peck to her forearm caused her to giggle.

Over her shoulder, you spotted your roommate. Five feet of pure fury, and it was growing as the minutes ticked on. You’d never seen her that angry before and honestly it confused you. Your eyes met, and a few readable emotions flashed in hers. Hurt. Jealousy. Riri rolled her eyes and stormed off, something she’d been doing a lot recently.

You walked away from a confused Kayla and followed after her, but by the time you got through the crowd, she was already gone. There was only one place you knew she would go when she was upset. It’s where she always went. Pulling out your phone, you called an uber to Riri’s garage.

The sound of metal clanging hit your eardrums as you walked through the heavy door. You followed the noise, and there she was. Something about Riri being all dressed up and sparkling, with a hammer in her hand drove you absolutely mad.

“Are we okay?” Your words tumbled out your mouth, floating hesitantly to her ears. Anger was certainly still residing in her from the looks of things.

Riri slammed the hammer down again, “You threw a shoe at my head.”

“And I said I was sorry about that.”

Bang! “Where’s Kayla?”

“Answer the question Riri.” Your voice was low and demanding. She stopped what she was doing and looked up at you.

“Can you hand me that wrench?”

Your eyes trailed to where she pointed and you picked up the tool. The weight was familiar in your hands, having handed it to her many times prior. You were the only person she told about this place and the warmth you felt from sharing this with her snaked through you right then. A feeling you liked; loved. “Riri, we obviously need to talk.”

“What about?”

“Us.”

Her response was clipped, “There is no us.”

“So you keep saying. But–”

She snapped her head up then, “But what?”

“But I don’t believe you!” Your voice rose to a shout and Riri startled at your tone. You’d never yelled at her before and you did not like that you just did. Your eyes softened as you looked at her.

She stood up, tugging the wrench from your fingers. “Well.”

“If there is nothing to talk about, why did you storm off when you saw me dancing with my ex? I saw how angry you were, how angry you are right now. What happened to who we fool around with being our own business?”

“You're making it seem like I’m jealous or something. Be careful bec–”

It was your turn to cut her off, “And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Jealous.” You eyed her. “And look me in the eyes when you answer. Please.”

Riri cleared her throat nervously before her oh so pretty eyes met yours. It was like they were begging you not to make her say it, desperate to be pardoned. But she wouldn’t get off that easy.

“No.” The word was barely a whisper swaying from her mouth. You inched closer to her, clasping her tremoring hands in your own. You brought her knuckles to your lips and kissed them sweetly. Riri gasped at the contact, watching you, her irises like melted chocolate.

“Liar.” A smile broke out on her lips at your accusation and you knew you had her.

She bit her lip as she turned over what to say next in her head. Watching her mind work was one of your favorite pastimes. A large ball of yarn coming undone, rarely ever tangling. But it was now; tangled. She still hadn’t said a word and it pleased you, being able to trip up a genius like that.

Riri exhaled rather dramatically, shaking her wrists vigorously. “I think I love you.”

Her confession knocked you back a bit, your words too, your thoughts. You were not prepared for that at all. Your heart lurched in your chest, trying to thump its way out of you. It was in search of its other half, it was searching for Riri’s. How could you deny it that? Riri was amazing, and brilliant, and cunning, and soft. She was also stubborn and insufferable at times, but she was yours. Here she was admitting that — admitting to being yours — and you had yet to respond.

She seemed to have mistaken your silence for something it was not, so she started rambling.

“I know I’m not supposed to because I’m the one who kept reiterating how we were just a casual thing. And maybe we were in the beginning, but that isn’t how I feel now, I feel everything for you now. And that’s why I got mad when you said you were going to the party with your bitch ex because I didn’t want you to go to the party with her, I wanted you to go with me. But I know I screwed up by hooking up with that guy and then I saw you two dancing to our song and–”

Your lips crashed into hers, heavy and forceful. They demanded her full attention and she did not hesitate to give it. She got on her tiptoes to grab your cheeks, pulling you closer, deeper. Riri pushed you up against her work station harshly, sending her tools and materials plummeting to the ground. Neither of you cared about anything happening outside of the passionate kiss you were sharing. The sharp pain in your spine would have to be dealt with at a later date, it was something you were used to at this point. Riri kissed rough, and you loved it.

You moaned into her mouth and she swallowed it. You could never grow tired of her tender lips.

You broke the kiss and she whined, “I hope you know this means I love you back. How could I not?”

“I kind of worked that one out, yeah.” She grinned, pressing her forehead to yours.

“And how exactly is Extra by Lucky Daye our song again?”

She smacked your shoulder jokingly, “You threw a damn shoe at my head. Let’s focus on that first.”

You both laughed, and she pulled you in again, lacing her fingers in your afro.

#riri williams x black!reader #riri williams x reader #lyricswriting #ironheart x black!reader #myworks #riri x reader #ironheart x reader #iron heart #riri williams #riri williams fanfic #riri x black!reader #riri x shuri #black panther #wakanda forever #shuri x reader #dominique thorne