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absgay · 1 year

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⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ “You love to play hard to get. Get you like it was an accident. You like me more when I just don’t give a shit. You’re hard to get, hard to get.” ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

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“You want me to want you, want me to watch you and need you."

warnings: 18+ minors dni, grammar, f*buddy!abby, college!abby, some jealousy, abby is an asshole and idk, i’m not good at this, smut.

first part here: fetish.

Abby was miserable. It’s been twelve days, twelve fuckin’ days. You haven’t talked to her in almost two weeks, dammit. No texts, no nudes, no calls, nothing. But, you guys weren’t together, which means it shouldn’t even bother her, right?

She looked at you from across the room as you walked in class and sat down by the window, distancing yourself from the blond.

“Hey!” It was some girl named Nancy or Nathalie, Abby wasn’t even sure. She glanced at the redhead as she sat down next to her and frowned. “You don’t mind? I don’t wanna be alone.” Abby shrugged.

She regretted it as the redhead talked, talked, talked and talked, the entire time. Abby wasn’t listening to be honest, humming and nodding from time to time as she remained focused on the only thing that truly mattered to her: you. But, the redhead was clearly interested in Abby. She was touchy and very flirty, which caught your attention as you stared at them with an annoyed face. You looked back at the teacher as soon as Abby caught you in the act, the blond smirking as she pulled out her cellphone.

“what are you doing tonight, do you have any plans?” she texted. Abby waited and looked back at you as you clicked on the notification and started typing. God, she was anxious. Is this how people usually feels whenever they text someone? It sucked. “party at jessica’s.” you sent. “who the fuck is jessica?” Abby texted back, staring at the screen with disappointment as you didn’t respond.

She sighed and laid back against the chair. “Yeah— Sorry to interrupt but do you know anyone named Jessica?” Abby asked the redhead.

Nathalie or something nodded. “I do.” she responded. “We’re both Kappa members and there’s a party at our house tonight.” Abby hummed, intrigued. “Do you wanna be my date?”

She shouldn’t use this random woman, but it’s such a nice coincidence, and she’s an asshole after all. “Sure.” she responded. “Here’s my phone, you should add your number, it’ll be easier.” A great way to get somebody’s actual name.

Turns out the redhead’s name was, in fact, Nancy. And she was nice, enthusiastic and still too talkative. Abby felt uncomfortable, she didn’t even know what to say, they didn’t have much in common. A few months back, she would've skipped the whole conversation and dragged the redhead straight to bed. Anyway, she doesn’t wanna do that anymore, for some reason. She could tell the redhead wanted more than a conversation though: commenting on her athletic skills, appearance and obsessing over the blond’s arms.

“Do you want something to drink?” Nancy asked. “I’m thirsty.” Abby hummed, embarrassed as Nancy winked at her. “I’ll get us something, wait here.”

It’s been two hours and you weren’t anywhere to be seen, not in the living room, not in the kitchen, not in the garden, not upstairs and definitely not in Nancy’s bedroom. Abby had looked everywhere, you weren’t at the party. She decided it was time to leave after an embarrassing altercation with the redhead.

Abby walked back to the dorms, defeated. She looked at your room from down the hallway as she stepped in the building and decided to try it. She stopped at the door and knocked once, twice, an anxious bubble overwhelming her stomach.

“Oh— Hey, Abby!” your roommate said, all smiles and energetic. The room smelled like alcohol and weed. Abby glanced at the man sitting on the brunette’s bed and chuckled. “What’s up? We were about to rock the boat in there.”

Abby laughed at your roommate’s honesty. “Yeah— I can see that. I’m looking for someone, stubborn, annoying, cute. I think she lives with you.”

The brunette nodded. “She offered to leave, since we needed the room. She’s supposed to be at the library.” Abby thanked her and headed back outside.

Of course the library was dead silent at this hour. And there you were, seated at some random table by yourself, studying under the dim lighting. You heard the blond’s footsteps as she approached and smirked.

“So— Jessica’s party.” Abby started. “Well— I’m not an expert when it comes to addresses around the campus but I’m pretty sure this isn’t the Kappa’s house, sweetheart.”

You hummed and looked back at your notes. “I never said I’d be there. You wanted plans, I gave you some.” Abby scoffed as she sat down next to you. “Shit— I’m really, really sorry." you said with an exaggerated tone. "Did you expect to see me at this party?”

Abby chuckled softly. “Wow— Someone’s in a silly mood.” She looked at you attentively as you read, then sighed. “We haven’t talked in days. Come on—” Abby leaned in towards you, elbows resting on her knees and hands clasped as she continued. “You wanna tell me what happened since our last conversation?”

You hadn’t expected the blond woman to be so direct. You cleared your throat and shrugged. “I told you, I’m seeing someone.”

“Yeah, right— Is someone here? In the room, with us?” Abby asked with an amused tone. “If you were actually seeing someone, you wouldn’t be alone at the library on a Friday night.” she continued. "Listen, I know you wanted to piss me off the other night with this story and congratulations, it fuckin’ worked.”

Well, technically you weren’t lying and deep down, Abby knew it. But it couldn’t be serious though, not after what happened the other night, right? She hoped so.

“How was your date with Nancy?” you asked. “She seemed very interested in you. I mean— She was all over you in class and wouldn’t stopped talking about you at lunch.” Abby smirked. “Did something happen?”

“Let me think…” Abby said. “There were so many women all over me tonight I— I need a minute to collect my thoughts.” She hummed as you rolled your eyes. “Actually— Now that I’m thinking about it, it’s none of your business.”

You snorted and threw your pen at the blond as she used your own words against you. “You’re a dick.”

“You know— You don’t have to stay here. It’s late, you could come with me and sleep at mine.” Abby offered. “I’m just saying— Your room is gonna be messy, it smelled like the 80s in there.”

“You’re so generous.” Abby winked. “God— That’s not what I meant!” you whined as she laughed. “I can’t believe she told you about the library. So, what? You’re stalking me now? That’s your new thing?”

“Yes.” Abby confirmed. “I’m obsessed with you.” you blushed as the words left the blond’s mouth innocently. “Does it turn you on?” You laughed and slapped her arm. “Come on— Don’t be shy. It’d be understandable, I’d be a really hot stalker.”

Abby’s frustration was highly noticeable as she stared at you deeply, waiting for something, anything to happen. She looked so good, it wasn’t fair. She was magnificent, a temptation, your own forbidden fruit. And yet you still managed to stay away from her for twelve days, almost two weeks, an eternity. It was pretty impressive. You couldn’t fuck it all up now, no matter how bad you wanted to.

“Abby.” you said. “We are not gonna have sex tonight.”

She frowned. “Excuse me— Sex? Dammit. Who said anything about sex? What makes you think I wanna have sex with you?” Abby asked. “Pervert.”

“Bitch.” you snapped back. The woman’s eyebrows raised as she grabbed your chair and pulled it closer to hers, effortlessly. “Come on— Abby. You’re distracting me.”

You blinked and swallowed hard, the blond’s head leaning dangerously close to yours as she smiled. God, she wanted you so much it was ridiculous.

“We’re just having a conversation.” Abby said as she looked at your mouth with desperation. “A nice conversation.”

The room remained quiet as your own heartbeat got too loud. You felt self-conscious and wondered if Abby could hear it and feel it too. Fuck, someone could’ve grabbed and touched the tension between you two; an invisible strength, vibrations between bodies and souls, created by intense glances and unspoken thoughts.

“I have an important test on monday.” you murmured which wasn’t even true, an attempt to run away. Possessed by impatience and lust, Abby impulsively grabbed the papers off your hands and threw them away.

You were meant to fall into each other’s arms. It needed to happen somehow, you both believed it was written at this point. One, two, three… Time stopped as your inner voice encouraged it and silenced your heart’s complaints: do it.

You sighed and grabbed the blond’s neck. Mouth collapsed and moans were shared as you both dived into the heat, letting it consume you entirely. Happily, Abby guided you as you moved and sat down in her lap throughout the kiss, chest heavy and cheeks warm. The woman’s rough hands wandered across your body, one sliding under your skirt to hold your thigh, the other travelling from your back to your neck as she deepened the kiss.

Abby pulled away breathless then cursed quietly. She hummed in delight, head falling backwards as you grinded against the blond’s clothed crotch in the nastiest way possible. You yelped as she suddenly slammed your body against the table, eyes filled with desire.

“Wait, Abby." you breathed as she stood between your legs. “We could get caught—”

She interrupted you with another kiss as she bent over the table. “Which is why you’re gonna have to be quiet.” She stepped back and stared at you, pulling your underwear down your legs.

You sighed in anticipation as she kneeled between your thighs and lifted your skirt outrageously slowly. Abby’s hands went to your hips and held them firmly as your legs were hanging over her broad shoulders. You hummed in satisfaction, the blond’s nose pressed against your clit, mouth wandering along your crotch with an undeniable eagerness. She listened carefully to each one of your short breaths, moans, whines, murmurs and almost came as you bucked against her mouth, shouting her name in pure bliss.

You looked down at the gorgeous woman between your legs and sat down on the wooden table as she breathed heavily, eyes bright and lips swollen. She stood and looked at you with admiration, all sweaty and breathless, all hers.

You didn’t think twice before grabbing the blond’s collar. “Abby— I need you.” you admitted. She groaned at your words, forehead pressed against yours and mouth dropping as you unzipped her pants.

(twelves days, huh?)

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next part: heaven.

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thee-horny-thicky · 1 year

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69ing for 69

In honor of me reaching (and surpassing) 69 followers, here's a chapter of an ongoing Rei Suwa fanfic, featuring him 69ing with the reader :)

If you're interested in the full fic, it's on AO3

Rei couldn’t believe himself. After days of pining over you, dreaming about the delicious sample he had of your flavor, he caved in and asked Kazuki for your number. The blond happily complied with the request, but as expected with Kazuki, it didn’t come without some teasing.

“See, what’d I tell you about her?” he snarked, lightly nudging Rei with his elbow.

“Shut up,” Rei mumbled in response, his skin heating up.

Kazuki smirked at the flush on his best friend’s skin. “C’mon, just admit I was right.”

Instead of dignifying him with a response, the black-haired male had taken his phone and walked away, texting you to see if you were free that evening.

“Just be back by 8 pm,” Kazuki called out, reminding Rei of the mission they had that night.

Surprisingly, you’d answered almost immediately and agreed to see him. And that’s how Rei ended up in front of your apartment’s door, his palms coated in sweat as he grows more and more anxious to see you. He holds a hand out and blows into it, wanting to ensure that his breath still smells like the mint toothpaste he used before leaving his penthouse.

Finally, the door swings up, revealing you clad in nothing but a towel. Your hair was damp, some of it clinging to your face, and droplets of moisture rolled down your skin. Rei’s eyes follow one bead of water that trails down to your breast, before disappearing under the towel. His mouth waters as he thinks about your pierced nipples, and how good it felt to suck on them.

“Hey,” you greet him with a bright smile, stepping aside so he can enter.

“Hi,” he mutters as he enters your residence, removing his shoes and coat.

“Are you thirsty?” you question as you escort him to your living room and guide him to your sectional, the couch decorated with throw pillows and blankets

Normally, you don’t service clients in your home, and you especially don’t offer them refreshments. But Rei, like his blond friend, was an exception.

“I’m good, thanks,” he reassures as he wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, which were becoming tighter by the minute.

“I suppose you just want to get on with it, hmm?” you tease as you plop down next to him, trailing a finger over a pec. At his curt nod, you grin and ask, “Well, how can I please you today, sir?”

“I want to taste you,” he admits, leaning into your touch.

His words shock you in silence. Most men were focused on their own pleasure first and foremost, and yours was just an afterthought. So, for Rei to make an entire trip just to ‘taste’ you left you speechless.

“You wanna taste me?” you repeat, trying to keep your tone seductive so as to not betray your surprise.

He nods. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” you purr as you trail your hands to his hair, gently stroking his black strands as you straddle his lip, your bare pussy against his clothed erection. “I have an idea I think you’ll like.”

“Which is?” he murmurs as he eyes your lips, shiny from your strawberry lip balm.

“You ever wanted to 69 before, Rei?” you question as you bring a hand to your towel’s knot and undo it, letting it unravel and reveal your bare chest.

He gulps and nods, one of his hands cupping a breast. He rolls the nipple around, the contact making you sharply inhale. “Can we?”

“Anything you want,” you gasp out as he takes your neglected nipple into his mouth.

Your nipple piercings are a favorite of his, and he adores the reactions you give him when you play with them. So, as he licks, nips, and sucks the sensitive buds, he keeps his eyes glued to your face. He admires the way your head is thrown back in pleasure, the way your mouth is slightly agape.

You're so fucking beautiful.

Whines escape from you as he mouths at your breasts, and you begin to grind against his pants, the fabric provides the perfect amount of friction.

However, just as you feel some tension begin to build in your core, he stops.

“I want you to come on my tongue, not on my pants,” he states, looking you dead in your eyes.

His words go straight to your pussy, and you nod, removing yourself from his lap. He makes quick work of his clothing, and you stare at his large cock once it’s free. Unlike last time, you’re able to get a proper look at his length.

And boy, is it lengthy.

It’s visibly longer than average, and so, so girthy. One look at Rei’s lean frame, and you’d never guess he was packing all that. It’s slightly curved to the left, and veins decorate the shaft. Precum makes the tip glisten, and your mouth begins to water when you think about tasting it.

He allows you some seconds to stare before he grows impatient and guides you to his face, planting you on top of his mouth. His strength surprises you, but you don’t have time to dwell on it as he shoves his tongue into you, making you cry out. He wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping your pussy glued to his mouth and ass on his face. You lean forward as he sucks on your clit, your moans and the sound of Rei lapping at your heat filling your living room.

With a shaky hand, you place your hand on the tip of his dick, spreading his pre over the shaft. The feeling of your touch makes him groan against you, the vibration the sound creates adding another sensation.

Once he was lubed up, you take the head into your mouth, gently sucking and drawing a whimper from him. You swirl your tongue around, his taste tangy and salty, before you shove his entire dick in your mouth. His grip on your thighs tightens as the entirety of his length filled your throat, and you rest your hand on his thighs for balance. After letting him linger down your throat for a few seconds, you pull back until your mouth is just around the tip of his cock, sucking and licking it.

You begin to grind against him when pulls his tongue in and out of you, fucking you with it as you ride his face. He makes sure not to neglect your clit for too long, your juices coating his tongue and face as he falls into an arousing pattern.

The tension from earlier begins to build back up, and you focus on sucking him off with a renewed fervor, your hips matching the rhythm his tongue set.

The sounds the two of you make provide extra stimulation via vibrations, and create more incentive to keep going. So, you take him back down your throat, making him moan. In response, he refocuses his attention on licking and sucking your clit, the attention on your feminine bud making the tension release. Your movements begin to still as you feel your nectar drip onto his lips, the presence of his dick muffling your screams.

The taste of you flooding his mouth is enough for Rei to come, and his load fills your mouth. Like the expert you are, you gulp it all down and clean up whatever escaped from your mouth.

While you struggle to catch your breath, he removes you from his tongue, his eyes glued to your ass. The feel of it against his face felt excellent, and with it so close to his mouth, he was a little curious to try something. And since he was paying you to please him, he saw no reason not to. So, he adjusts you until your upper body is draped over the body of the couch, while your lower half is stuck up in the air.

Then, he gets to his feet and spreads your ass cheeks, his mouth watering as he eyed your puckered hole.

“What-”

Your question is cut short when Rei spits between your cheeks, the feel of his saliva on your ass making clench. Then, he uses his fingers to spread his spit around, making you gasp at the contact.

“I want to taste all of you,” is all he says before he replaces his fingers with his tongue.

You cry out as his tongue prods at your back entrance, the tip of it circling around your rim, before easing it into you. You force yourself to relax as his tongue dances around your puckered hole, plunging in and out of you. Briefly, you think about how filthy this is, but who are you to deny a client’s wishes? When the tight rims of your muscles slacken up as you become familiar with the sensation, his tongue fills your asshole, making you scream out in pleasure.

You begin to fucking drool at how good it feels, and any thoughts of how wrong, how utterly dirty the situation is, leave your head.

You buck against him, Rei keeping a firm grip on your hips as his wet muscle fills you. He thrusts it in and out of you, the taboo sensation making your clit begin to throb. So, while he pleases your ass, you bring a hand to your pussy and dip two fingers inside yourself, drawing figure eights against your clit to bring yourself closer to release.

Tears leak from your eyes as the pleasure becomes blinding, and when your orgasm hit, you’re seeing stars. Liquid rushes from you, dripping down your thighs and onto your couch, creating a mess you’re going to have to clean later. Not that you care right now. For someone who’s never given head before, Rei was a fucking pro at it.

As you come down from your high, Rei eyes your spent form with smug pride, pleased he was able to make you come undone on his first try.

You collapse onto the sofa, eyes focused on the ceiling as you breathe heavily. You haven’t had any cock yet, but you’re already fucked out. And, due to the sweat and come on your body, you were in need of another shower.

“What now?” you manage to pant out.

“I pay you?” Rei questions, wondering if there was anything else he was supposed to do.

You sit up and cock an eyebrow at him. “You’re not going to fuck me?”

A small smile spreads across Rei’s lips at your disappointed tone. “Not tonight.”

“Okay,” is all you respond with, eyeing him as he begins to clothe himself. Once he was decent, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a wad of bills, holding them out to you. But you make a split-second decision to decline the money, shoving it away from you. “It’s on the house.”

Your words not only take him aback but also confuses him. “You don’t want to be paid?”

You shrug. “You’re nice to me, and I think that your kindness should be rewarded.”

He slowly nods and puts the cash away, a blush spreading across his skin at your compliment.

As odd as it may seem for an escort to decline cash, you liked Rei enough that he didn’t have to pay for his services. And, a part of you didn’t want him to pay for you. He actually treats you like a person and puts a great deal of focus on your pleasure. So, since he doesn't treat you like a whore, you won’t charge him like a trick.

You follow him to the doorway, neither of you minding your nude state. Rei tugs on his shoes and coat with his back to you, but before he leaves, he turns to you. “Are you sure you don’t the money?”

“That eager to go broke, huh?” you joke with a smile. “How about this, you pay me with dates instead of cash?”

His eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “Dates…?”

You giggle at his reaction. “I know it’s backward, us fucking then going out, but I’m down if you are.”

“You want to go on a date with me? he questions in a stupor, not sure how to react.

“Didn’t I just say that? Unless you don’t want to…?”

The latter possibility fills you with disappointment that you try to hide, his silence stressing you out and making you feel silly. No matter how much you liked Rei, and how kind he was to you, you were still an escort. And to most people, that was enough to make you undatable. Because, in the eyes of society, someone who uses their body for cash isn’t worthy of love.

After what seems like an eternity, he nods, making the worried tension leave your body. “That’d be nice.”

His answer nearly makes you sag in relief, and you beam at him. “Great! I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

“Okay…I’ll be seeing you,” he mumbles as he opens your door, waving goodbye before disappearing down the hallway.

As you lock your apartment up and get to cleaning up, a goofy smile is plastered across your face. For the first time in a long time, you open yourself up to the prospect of romance.

A/N: I just know Rei would be a freak 🤭

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soft-persephone · 2 months

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When the Eclipse is Over the Sun still Shines CH.4

MDNI // Rating: E // WC: 4.4k // Warnings: descriptions of blood and gore, character wounds, grief, death, cunnilingus, biting, marking, unclarity of emotions (no one’s holding your hands to say what is toxic love or not) // Searching For Stardust // masterlist // ch. 1 // ch. 3 //

Marc uttered your name into the wind, unaware.

He made it onto your roof, opening the window with a clumsy urgency. It was a part of new routine between you both.

Marc’s chest swelled with the thought. There was a routine. The foolproof evidence that something was between you both. That you weren’t a figment of his imagination or an apparation that would soon disappear into a distant memory. A memory he’d hold onto with a death grip as he continued the rest of his life. Wondering if he would ever get as close to something as bright as you once more before he closes his eyes for good.

After he was done doing Kohnshu’s bidding, each night he would find himself at your house. At the edge of the city,, past the nearest humble farms and cottages,, was a large fancy house, secluded from the world. What once was only your humble residence had now become his refuge.

The cluttered hole of his apartment that was littered with books and several little hiding spots filled with dangerous trinkets and artifacts of unknown origins, no longer felt like home.

On top of avoiding the little walls of his life, he was more than aware of his hogging of the body.

His alters had been scarce and he ignored his part in why that may be. The ferocious guilt gnawed away at his every waking moment, ripping the fleas off his shoulders until the stray pieces of his flesh limped off of his body, ripping at his leash until they were jagged and ugly, leaving the bones to pop out at the seems of his bleeding skin. Stripping his soul into ugly fleshy bits until what was left was hardly recognizable, but what was left of him crawled its way to reach the sweet waters of salvation that was you. He dutifully dragged his wounded maimed body by his arms.

Whether you washed over him in waves or he had to lap at the ground for the sparest of drops before the sunk into the dirt beyond his grasp of whatever you spared to give him, he’d do it again and again.

The silence in choice of a lack of words was still preferable, but he texted you that one time, and it didn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop.

You both were desperately grabbing at whatever scraps you offered one another. Filling in the gaps the silence left, amplifying whatever you two had into something brighter and more dangerous than what you had before. What once was a shared pit of darkness soon felt like a burning plight of emotion too strong to look at for more than a second.

You weren’t in your room.

Spilling out into the hallway with a stumble, cursing at one of Bane's stray toys on the floor, he began his search for you.

He heard the echoes of the ragged Batman doll’s owner in the halls and followed it.

Bane is never up this late.

Stumbling once more around the corner he found you intensely muttering back and forth with another man.

His brow furrowed deep into his forehead as he whispers harsh words into your face, barely an inch away from you.

He watched as your breath fanned accross his lashes, whispering back with just as much fervor.A, frown dwarfing your features. It would almost be cute if he wasn’t alarmed by who was in front of you.

His picture’s littered the walls. His closet still held all his belongings in place as if he never left. His favorite mug never strayed too far from your lips.

His wedding band was immortalized on the chain you never took off your neck.

You were having a lntense argument with the husband he thought, no, he knew was dead.

The grief inside of you that you wordlessly shared with him when he first met you, the grief in the words you texted him not too long ago, and the grief of a dog not sure when his other owner was coming back, was not a lie.

The man turned to look at him . His brow somehow furrowing further, followed by an eerie chill. You followed his gaze and your frown morphed into one of shock.

Emotion filled him. Overwhelming each and every sensation of his body, internal and external.

He didn’t hate you for whatever this is. He didn’t know if he would ever truly be able to do such a thing.

But he could walk over to you, regardless of how each step sent a shock up his spine and made his teeth shatter.

He grabs you, pulling you into him. He savors the smell of the soft plush vanilla and cashmere that swallowed your skin. The familiar softness of your lips he would never soon forget. How you fisted your hands into the threads of suit before it faded away. Letting he soft warm feeling of your palms on his flesh. Moaning, he leaned into your touch, chasing for more, for you.

“Marc.”

He froze, your voice wet and wavering.

What had he done wrong?

Pulling away from you, for just a moment, is the only time he began to notice the blood, How it smeared your face and your clothes. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, everything turned black.

“This is Marc?” Luke’s eyebrows roseinto his hairline, making the lines of his forehead wrinkle in aghast.

You carefully dragged Marc into the nearest bathroom with the help of your not so dead husband.

“Like your one to talk,” you both began stripping his clothes befoe turning the faucet on, “how many times did I have to piece you together?”

He slammed a random counter shut and handed you the first aid kit. He placed it in front of you from behind. His arms wrapping around you in quick succession. The warmth of his breath fanning across your neck as he entativelytentatively watched you work, grounding you.

If He weren’t here, you'd be a frantic mess. Tears would blur your vision and you never would have managed to stop it in time. You could ony asume the worst for such a situation.

“Yeah, but those were good times.” The chuckle that vibrated from his chest onto your back filled you with a huff of amusement of your own. He placed a bit of your hair onto the other side of your head out of the way as you slowly pulled the needle in and out of Marc’s skin. There was a nasty cut on his low right side, and you still had to take a look at the one underneath his collar on the left.

“You liked patching me up.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to hide your smile, but you failed miserably.

‘Yeah,” he smiled, scooting even closer to you on the floor, causing you to feel the corners of his lips pulling up into the skin of your cheek, his beard tickling you which made you laugh even more, “you did.”

“Stop,’ you laughed, “Im concentrating.”

“You fucking loved it.”

You softly head butted him in the chest. “Help me wrap this gauze around him incase he bleeds again.”

How exactly Luke was able to come back into your life in these rare moments, he wouldn’t tell you.

But you always had a feeling that he was somehow here sometimes, watching you.

Glimpses of him in the mirror every now and then, whispers of his voice in the wind right before you left the house and closed the door behind you, the way Bane would bark at his favorite seat, often times refusing to let people sit in the chair alltogtether. How he would sometimes pad around the house, barking everynow and then like someone was talking to him.

You had a feeling, but you would never utter a word about it to anyone.

On the rare days like this one, he would appear. You could touch him, feel him, and smell him. Like he had never left at all. Three years of grief, and he was back like nothing had happned.

You were joyous, but he had his reservations.

He had seen the process of your grief, and he wanted nothing more than for you to be happy. He wanted you to follow the advice of your loved ones who pushed you to move on to go on dates, to do things the right way.

However, you know how he actually felt.

You know how he really felt in the moments when you could actually see and touch him. How it made you both feel.

It was easy too.

All the conversation that once had their end, now had a sequel. All those meals that he made for you, that you could never recreate, that you could never get wuite right on you own, could now be eaten again and again to your heart's content.

What you once missed now became what you waited for.

You didn’t have to miss how he’d wrap his hands around you as you washed dishes. How he wouldn’t unwrap his arms from you as you walked along the house. You could repeat once more the joke of how he once hated being too touchy. How he used to be slightly annoyed with how clingy you were, but he now would never let you go.

You didn’t have to miss watching Luke play with Bane one more time before inevitably putting him to bed. He’d put up a good fight for as long as he coulduld get away with it, but Luke would firmly say enough is enough, and he’d finally settle into his little bed before they called him a good boy and ggive him his last pats and kisses of the night.

You didn’t have to miss showering together. However this time was different as you both washed away Marc’s blood from your bodies.

He carressed your skin gently. Slowly whipping the African net sponge across your skin as he methodically kissed the expanse of your neck, trailing them up along your collar, cherishing the feeling of your skin beneath his lps before he disappears once more.

You turned and scrubbed at his chest, and he in turned kissed you on the forehead. You smiled up at him. His broadroad shoulders blocked the spray of the shower head, so your hair wouldn’t get wet.

“I just want you to be happy “ he gripped your jaw in his hand before pulling you in for a wet kiss. “I don’t really like him for you, but you’re an adult and my opinion ultimately doesn’t matter. You're free to do what you want.”

You averted your eyes from his. Avoiding the weight of his stare and the heaviness of his tone as he graveled lowly at you, the sound of it filled your stomach with butterflies and not the good kind you usually felt when he talked so low in your face.

“Hey, look at me.” He said softly but infliction in his voice caused the volume of it to raise higher, but his voice was so deep that it only made him sound gravelier,deeper even. The low dulcet tone rang loud in your rears, bouncing around in your brain. How youwished he spoke to you like this under differnt circumstances.

You rolled back and forth on your heels and toes.

“Look at me.” He said firmly, tightening his grip on you.

“If you can’t answer that question with a yes straight away, I don’t want you with them.” he paused, redjusting his grip into simeethign more gentle bust just as firm. “Is that too much to ask?” He looked into your eyes for reassurance and answer, anything.

“I.. I don’t know the answer.”

He pursed his lips and let you go, crossing his arms, but he didn’t move away from you, staying near you.

“But. . . I know,” you breathed sharply through your nose to keep your composure. “I know. . . I can’t not have him near me. I know I need him.”

He nodded, but he didn’t unpurse his lips.

Placing each hand on your shoulders and rubbing warmth into you, he sighed.

“I don’t like that answer.”

You leaned into him, placing your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you.

“What do you think about your relationship with him? What do you even call it?”

“I don’t know,” you closed your eyes, “we don’t talk.”

The water no longer warm anymore, he turned it off while he kept one arm around you before grabbing a towel and patting you both dry before wrapping it around his waist before you both headed to the bedroom.

He laid you down into the bed and followed suit with a small pump container of oil, you watched as his jaw tensed so tight, a vein peaked out of his neck. He breathed sharply through his nose a few times before he started rubbing you down.

No matter how you both spent the day when he appeared out of nowhere, they always ended the same. After a shower he longed to recommit every inch of your body to memory. At first you through it was for him, but you soon learned it was for you.

That it was all for you.

It was a small memory for you to hold onto. For you to carry with you, so that when the grief comes circling back. That when the reality of the situation shakes you to your core and rattles your bones and starts eating away at the pieces of you that you worked so hard to get back, you would have something to remember him by.

You couldld remember how his very large, iful, beautifuland warm hands would caress every nook and cranny of your skin. How they felt on you. How each swipe, squeeze, toug and kneed of your flesh comforted you into a hazy cocoon of safety and love.

Even now, as he was irritated with you.

In your younger years you both would have exploaded. Every harsh word and tht oughtuld would be uttered, and you both would separate for the day, stewing in your emotions before falling back into one another with soft words and apologies that turned into compromises or a solution, but as you aged with one another, learned every unspoken word and movement of one another, and what that meant, yelling at one another lost its appeal and was replaced with little gestures and words with clenched teeth. Harsh whispers, but open honest communication.

You both somehow learned to be angry with one another without the horrible consequences, but neither of you could take credit. It was all up to his therapist that eventually thought it would be a good idea for you to come with him sometimes.

“What do you mean you don’t talk?” He leaned over you, about to put the bottle back on the nightstand, but you took it from him to give him the same treatment he had given you. It was only so you could have something to do with your hands.

You ran your hands through his hair, savoring how soft his loose curls were before, kneading the oil into its shoulders. The soft smell of vanilla was filling the room.

“We. . .” You lost track at his chest. Savoring the scratch the patch of hair felt under your hands “we met and looked at one another. Like really looked at one another, and we didn’t really say anything to each other and it just worked.”

You fiddled with your hands on his chest. He stilled your hands with his. Holding them firmly against his chest as if to tattoo the imprint of them into his skin.

“And how exactly did you meet him and decide with one look you two wouldwould just, I don’t know, have something without talking to one another?”

“Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

He laughed and maneuvered you sideways, so you could comfortably lay back into his chest. He propped up his head with a bent elbow. “Haha, your so funny.”

“He’s, like a Superhero or something?” you narrowed your eyes at him. He laughed. “Well he’s too bloody to be an avenger.”

You slapped his chest with the back of your hand.

“He saved my life.”

“You almost died!”

“I’ve told you I’ve almost died like a thousand times!”

“You did not say it was under Superhero conditions! A fact you consequently left out not only because of how you’d know I’d react to you almost dying, but also about this mysterious new guy I’ve been seeing that’s so hot and so amazing! I think he’s really helping me move forward for once.” He mocked you at the end.

His hand slowly moved up and down your chest. You wanted to focus on the conversation, but his thumb circled lightly at the swell of your breast.

“Well— I—“ you cried out sharply and arched your back, keening into his touch.

He swallowed the sounds coming out of you with a seal of his lips. They were warm, hot, and demanding.

He moved his mouth to your neck, sucking harshly at your skin before biting down. You scratched your nails along his back, pulling him into you.

Once he was sure that your skin would hold the mark of his mouth for more than a day or two, he relented, rewarding you with shoving your head down harshly with the palm of his hand as he positioned himself behind you.

“Is that what you want?” He slid himself into with one harsh thrust, knowing that you’d be more than just wet for him. “Is that what Marc gives you when I’m away?”

He ended his sermon with a succession of brutal harsh movements. With each one you fluttered around him, squeezing him in as your teeth clenched together to keep them from clattering together.

“He’s… gentle.” You whined through gritted teeth.

He smacked your ass before moving his hand to the back of your throat, squeezing tight.

“You don’t need gentle. I’ve given you plenty of that when we were younger.”

You opened your mouth in a silent moan. You could no longer comprehend the feeling of him gliding in and out of you. Only a mind numbing pleasure that swaddled every bit of your flesh, seeping out of your pores.

“You're spoiled.” You tightened around him. “You get everything you want and somehow find it in you to—“ he choked up. “To always ask for more.”

“And I. Give. It. To. You.” He punctuated each word with an even harsher thrust of his hips.

Fisting the sheets, you came around him with a moan and he only thrust into you faster. Giving you everything and more. Just as he’s always done.

He ripped you open and poured into you, giving you everything.

You did the same. Turning over and scratching into his skin, marking him as you mouthed at him relentlessly, burning yourself into him as he imprinted a bruise of his entire body into yours. It was in the varying teeth marks that littered about your body, the bone shattering ache of him inside you that was sure to stay for weeks, the soft scratches of his beard littered around your neck and chest.

You both took and gave until there was nothing left. Until you both could only pant into one another's skin. You savored the warmth that radiated from hi’, from his body, his hands wrapped around you, and the low breath that fanned your neck.

Closing your eyes you held onto the feeling, the moment, because when you opened them again, it would be gone.

Marc stirred awake in silence.

Briskly throwing his body into an upright position, holding a groan through gritted teeth.

He looked down at his bandaged body with a frown.

You did a good job.

How?

He pushed away the uncomfortable thoughts as he meandered through the halls of your home with trepidation. The first few rays of sunshine were still at bay, but they would make their presence known soon.

He had to find you before then. He had to know. He just had to.

If you were this focused on the true matters at hand, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Marc ignored Khonshu as he finally made it toward your bedroom.

His bare feet pattered softly on the warm wooden floors that should have been cold.

You had money, so of course they weren’t. Of course you spend money on heated floors to go with your picture perfect estate or mansion or whatever the fuck it was. Your home was larger than life. Your. . . your husband was a part of that.

He was everywhere. He always had been.

But it didn’t matter. It never did.

On the nights you both found your solace away from the creepy crawlies that hid in the shadows and away from the darkest corners of yourselves, your husband’s sweater hanging off your shoulder, it didn’t matter.

When he’d wrap his arms around your waist before turning you around and slipping his tongue into your mouth to taste you over and over again. He would slide his fingers into yours and place your husband’s favorite coffee mug onto the counter before lifting your legs around his waist and carrying you to your bedroom.

It didn’t matter on the times you would ride him and his wedding band would dangle above his nose as you cried out to him.

It did matter that sometimes as you’d lay into one another in a blissful bubble of silence away from the rest of the world, he’d twirl the ring you sometimes wore onto your thumb. It barely fit, so you had to clench your fist to keep it from tumbling onto the ground. Which was why on those days he knew you had never left your house.

Even now as he watched your chest slowly rise and fall as you were curled into a half circle like the moon, you were still laying in bed as if your husband's arms were wrapped around you. The mattress showed a dent of a body that once was but no more.

You slept peacefully save for the furrowing of your brow.

Perhaps you could feel his absence in your dreams.

Licking his lips, Marc placed his knee onto the foot of the bed and crawled his way over to you. Just as he wanted to last night.

Your eyes immediately opened. You kept your head towards him, but he couldn’t help the pain that shot through his chest as your hands searched the sides of the bed, throwing the covers in the process.

“Marc.” His name was wet and heavy in your mouth. Full of things you wanted to say and things you couldn’t.

It was too much. He didn’t want either.

So he placed his hands on either side of you and sealed your lips with his. As his mouth seared across yours, he swallowed your silent tears and your even quieter cries of pain, swallowing them down with his own.

When he pulled away from you for just a moment to rip the foreign sweatpants from his body, his heart swelled at the sight of your naked body.

Your swollen lips, the marks of teeth on you, above the collar of your neck, the one above one around the swell of your breast, your equally swollen and irritated nipples.

He sucked in a sharp breath.

His cheek was wet.

It was one of your tears, had to be.

He ignored it as he placed his mouth above the mark on your neck. You made a strange sound, but he moved to kiss you again.

Chasing you, whatever was left.

You were never his. Not truly, and he was okay with that. He thought he was.

But that was before the shadow of a man was revealed to be a complete one. He could compete with a memory, but the real living and breathing thing?

The fear of what that held consumed him, so instead of wallowing that, he focused on consuming you.

You made him feel whole, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t the loose fleshy strings of a being that once resembled a man.

So he took what was left of him and placed one of your legs above his shoulders as he laid on his belly.

He moved to kiss you on your thigh the way he knows you like, but he froze, taken back by the littering of teeth marks that lay there.

Blinking, one, two times, without thinking, he placed his tongue, wet and hard, across the deep indentations of teeth before slowly following with the rest of his mouth letting the full plush of his lips wrap around the soft plump skin of your inner thigh.

Your back arched as you made a strangled cry and he pulled back, smiling to himself. It was bitter and crooked.

He wanted to be gentle, but he heard you hiss sharply as he separated the folds with two of his fingers. Wet, swollen, and raw with evidence of another man, you still had a pretty pussy.

He placed a similar slow kiss onto you, giving you everything. Something.

As he greedily memorized the taste of your lips, he ignored the forlorn feeling that rose higher and higher in the deep out of his belly.

The bright light of what you two had didn’t feel so bright anymore, and he didn’t know why. He wanted to ignore it but he couldn’t. Everything was different.

Your hand fisted into his hair and buried himself within you more, plunging two fingers deep within you as if he could pull all the things he felt about you out as if he could become a part of it.

Your hand pulled at his curls even harder, your cries were muffled against his ears because of how your thighs clamped tightly around him.

“Marc.” You strangled out his name once more through a moan.

He plunged another finger in, pushing deeper into you deeper to shut you up.

His revelation complete, you came in his mouth and around his fingers.

Things were different, but you two still needed something from each other. He couldn’t define just what that is or how exactly, but burying his face within you was enough for now. He could do that, but he couldn’t talk to you. Not yet.

Talking was still too much for him.

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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The turtle (4) - Me, my girl, and my best buddy

Summary: Mic got a girl, and Dean got you. Perfect ending.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Michelangelo x Fiona

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: fun, crack, fluff, implied pregnancy

A/N: It’s been a while, huh.

The Turtle Masterlist

<< Part 3

“Just look at my best buddy,” Dean shows his brother another video he recorded last night. “He won’t let up. Soon we will have the bunker full of baby turtles.”

Sam furrows his brows. He can’t believe Dean is invested in the turtles. Not so long ago you had to fight to keep Michelangelo, and now Dean acts like he’s their father.

“Dean, not again,” you try to snatch the phone out of Dean’s hands. “Stop showing your brother videos of the turtles. He doesn’t want to hear about them every five minutes.”

“Mic and Fiona are part of the family now. He better likes them!” Dean puts his phone away, but not without shooting his brother a stern look. “Sammy, you will feed them next time. You have something in common.”

“What’s that?” Sam asks.

Dean chuckles. “You eat green rubbish. But don't steal the papayas I bought. These are for the turtles, Sammy.”

“Do you think we will have baby turtles soon?” Dean asks as you walk back inside the turtle room. “I want baby turtles.”

“I don’t think this will work. If they lay eggs, turtles need to incubate them underground for up to 8 months.”

“Underground, huh?” he nods thoughtfully. “I’ll talk to Sammy. We can look at the blueprints. Maybe I can give them what they need. Dig a hole in the ground or something.”

“Dean this is a massive bunker, just like the floor. You won’t be able…” You swallow thickly. “No DEAN!”

“Oh yes, sweetheart!” Dean grins. He already plans on using the grenade launcher he burns to try out for years. “I’ll burst a hole into the ground for our turtles.”

“You will blow the whole bunker up!”

He snickers.

You shake your head.

“It’s only a hole, Y/N. I won’t blow the bunker up,” Dean argues. He wants to use the grenade launcher and he wants to use it right now.

“Dean. No.”

Dean groans as his brother joins forces with you. “See, Sam is on my side in this. We can’t use a grenade launcher inside the bunker.”

“I already did, and we are still alive,” he grunts. “Sammy, tell her how I used it to save your life.”

Sam rolls his eyes at his brother’s enthusiasm when it comes to the grenade launcher. “We were about to suffocate, and you got hurt badly.”

“I got us out, didn’t I?” Dean huffs. “Lemme use it under controlled conditions, Sammy. I can do this.”

“We will find another way, Dean. No use of grenade launchers inside the bunker,” you tut as Dean presses his beloved gun to his chest. He gives you puppy dog eyes, but you won’t allow him to blow up your home. “I promise you can use it again. One day.”

“One day,” he whispers to the grenade launcher and presses a soft kiss to it. “What else can I do for Mic and his girl? I want them to have babies.”

“I’ll do more research,” Sam suggests. “We still got time. Let me check a few more websites.”

Dean sits crossed-legged in the turtle room, feeding the turtles as he talks to Michelangelo. Fiona lifts her head, hoping to get a slice of papaya from the hunter too.

“Buddy, I’m working on making this place a home for you and your girl. They wouldn’t let me use the grenade launcher. I promise to find a way. You will have baby turtles one day.”

You walk inside the room, smiling softly as Dean talks to the turtles. “Dean,” you softly say. “Are you sure this is about the turtles having babies?”

He looks up at you with sad eyes. “I don’t know. I can’t have kids. All the monsters out there would go after them. Maybe I want Mic to have what I can never have.”

You sit next to Dean. “We are living in the safest place on Earth, Dean. If we want to have children one day, we will. No monster will dare to lay a finger on them. You know that.”

He dips his head to look at you. His eyes dart from your face to your belly and back to the turtles. “Sweetheart.”

“Just saying. I can kick ass any time of the day, Winchester. If you are ready to jump with me, take my hand. We can take on this adventure together.”

You hold out your hand. Dean immediately grabs it and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I’m ready, Y/N.”

“…and we will find a way to let our turtles have all the turtle babies they want…”

It won't take you long to fill the bunker with new life, and many baby turtles...

FIN

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hookhausenschips · 3 months

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 2 years

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A Sleepy Diasomnia

Malleus’ Route:

Link to prologue: 2 Lines & A Circle : A Sleepy Diasomnia (tumblr.com)

Malleus’ route:

Part 1

Ruggie: Oi! ____ I have your clothes here! You: Wait for me! *runs over to him* How did this happen?

*flashback*

You: Hmm I don’t have enough dark clothes to wash. Oh? Hey Ruggie! Are you doing laundry? Ruggie: If you want me to wash your clothes it’s gonna cost you~ You: No, but can I wash yours? I don't have enough dark clothes. Ruggie: Do I have to pay? You: Nope. Ruggie: *handing you his dark clothes* Alright have fun~

*end of flashback*

You: I must have given you mine when I was folding them earlier. Ruggie: *handing you the clothes* Hmm what are you doing with those apples? You: Oh… *explaining your situation*

After explaining your story, the two of you walk back to your dorm, Savanaclaw. With Ruggie eating the apples you had peeled and you carrying your clothes.

Ruggie: Do you have any more apples? You: Huh! You ate them all! There were so many, and we barely walked any distance. If you want any more, I’m sorry to say no, but I do have some other snacks if you want them. Ruggie: Shishishi~ Alright let’s go, let’s go~ *playfully pushing you*

Reaching for the handle to your room, Ruggie opened it to see your pile of snacks. There were definitely snacks in the room, but there had also been a sleeping fae.

You: *placing the laundry down* Ruggie, I appreciate you opening the door and all bu- Ruggie… did he leave already… Malleus?!

Your inner thoughts: Wait when did he get here and why is he asleep in my bed?

It turns out this sleepy fae had been waiting to confront his lover on their sleeping habits. Malleus actually knew about this for a while and was planning to ask them earlier, but when he saw Ruggie he thought it would be best to wait. What Malleus didn’t expect though, was for your bed to be so comfy. Of course, he couldn’t resist the tiredness he felt, so he took a small nap or so he planned.

Part 2

Your inner thoughts: What do I do? I have Malleus sleeping in my bed. If Leona finds out about this, I might have to join Ruggie as his roommate… I can’t experience that life again. He already freaked out when I told him I was dating Malleus. I guess I just have to get him to leave before anyone notices. Here we go!

Taking a seat next to Malleus you leaned down to place a kiss on his neck as a way to wake him up. Getting up from the small kiss you found yourself face to face with a now awake Malleus. Holding your head Malleus traced your lips with his over and over. It felt as though his love had overflowed onto you with each kiss.

Your inner thoughts: Wait! I can’t keep doing this. I need to push him out of the dorm!

You: Malleus, you need to leave *serious voice* Malleus: Was the kiss not enjoyable? *sulking* You: It’s not that, you can’t stay here, or else Leona will come after me! Malleus: I see… then before I go, may I know the reason for your sleeping troubles? You: Oh, my Mammon body pillow broke the other day, so I’ve been finding it hard to sleep without it. It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I just can’t sleep without it. Anyway, it’s not that big of a deal *pushing Malleus out the door* Malleus: I don’t know what a Mammon body pillow is, but let’s ask Sam to get you a new one. After all, I heard from Silver and Sebek that Sam’s shop has everything. You: You’re right!

Arriving at Sam’s shop you requested for such an item, but Sam gave you a weird look.

Sam: Little Demon, I’ve got something even better than a Mammon body pillow. You: Really! What is it? Malleus: Something better than that? Sam: How about the real thing! He’s a friend from the other side and currently he’s undergoing a cuddle buddy job. So how about it! You: Where do I sign!

Your inner thoughts: Can I really meet Mammon? I’m so excited! Malleus looks excited to meet him too! My two favorite things coming together that would be heaven~ Sam: Alright, wait here while I borrow him from Lucifer~ Malleus: Lucifer, who’s that? You: Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t freak out. Sam: Behold, Mammon!

You: Sam! You really weren’t joking when you said you would bring him!

Needless to say, you were ecstatic to see him, and Malleus was extremely curious as to who he was. Mammon was curious to meet the two, but he also was excited to rank in some more money.

Mammon: So, who’s the lucky one to be cuddling with me tonight~ You: That would b- Malleus: ME! I had Sam ask you to be my cuddy partner for this lovely night~

Malleus was holding Mammon in a tight embrace and then the two waltz out of there.

Mallues: I’m looking forward to your work tonight Mammon: S-S-Stop it! You: *faints from the idea of the two cuddling together*

Part 3

???: Oi! Herbivore wake up! ???: What do we do if they don’t wake up?

*splash*

Your inner thoughts: Hm? Why do I feel water on me?

???: Hit her with the hose. ???: Alright~

*splasssssshhhhhhhhhh*

???: Should we hit her one more time? You: NO! I’m up! Leona: Oi, don’t faint on us like that again. I can’t have someone from Savanaclaw fainting because they didn’t get enough sleep. Ruggie: *hands you a towel* Should I spray you once more? You still look a little dazed~ You: No! I’m good! ???: _______! You: Malleus! What are you doing here shouldn’t you be with Mammon? Malleus: Mammon? Why would I be with him? You: Weren’t you two going to cuddle tonight? Leona: *tosses you a change of clothes and leaves with Ruggie* You: Thanks *turning back to Malleus* Does that mean you two are finished already? Man, I can’t believe I missed a once in a lifetime opportunity! Malleus: There was no cuddling!

Turns out you fainted before you two arrived at Sam’s shop. After you fainted Malleus transported you back to Savanaclaw and left Ruggie and Leona to care for you. Although Leona wasn’t too pleased with your state, he still needed to take care of his dorm members. While Leona and Ruggie were taking care of you Malleus was trying to get the body pillow.

Malleus: I couldn’t find a Mammon body pillow at the shop, but I did find another body pillow. What do you think?

In your hands was a limited-edition body pillow made from Azul’s special tools. You heard that this pillow would make you sleep like a log, but you questioned how Malleus was able to get his hands on one. Still, he looked so happy that you couldn’t question him quite yet.

Malleus: If that doesn’t work, then I’ll be your body pillow for you at night. You: Can I have both?

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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pt 1 to ‘daisy chains’ is almost ready (i keep changing the name of it, my apologies)

get your body ready, babes

and i’m not sorry about the angst 😘🤍

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tonycries · 3 months

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

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

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

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

Word count. 1.3k

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

“Best friend” his ass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, this was getting too much for him too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah! Hngh- It’s too much. Please!”

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

That loser probably has a small dick anyway.

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

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

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

“S-someone’s gonna hah- hear-”

“Then we must be quiet, hm?”

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

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

He could never fuck you like this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A/N. Teehee *blushes like a slut*

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

Plagiarism not authorized.

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altruisticalastor · 4 months

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↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Wife!Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Summary: Lucifer gets a little too brazen with Alastor's darling wife. Guess the Ruler of Hell would just have to learn a lesson about who you belong to.

☒ Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, jealous!alastor, soft comforting shower sex, knotting, alastor has a tail, consent, making out, soft kisses, biting, marking kink, alstor laps up the readers blood because he bites a liiiitle too hard, creampie, banter between alastor and lucifer, as well as banter between the reader and angel

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Alastor was quite the jealous type.

You were his wife in life and death. To say he was protective of you was an understatement. So, it only made sense that Alastor would lose his composure when the ruler of hell himself arrived at the Hazbin Hotel.

Lucifer was a rather charming man, but you were spoken for. So when he grasped your hand and placed a chaste kiss on the back of your palm, your hand yanked away in the blink of an eye. You could have sworn you heard a crackling growl escape your husband's lips as he watched Lucifer offer you a lustful gaze- and that was simply unacceptable.

"I see you've met my wife!" Alastor let out a forced chuckle as he looped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. You let out a sigh of relief. All thanks to your husband's rescue. Lucifer gave Alastor a pointed look before he blurted out, "You're joking... right?" He scoffed.

Your face scrunched up in anger at Lucifer's rude remark. "Oh, he's as serious as a heart attack." You spat, snaking your own arm around Alastor's back. You squeezed his waist, a habit of yours that let your dear husband know when you were livid.

"But- look at you! You're gorgeous, sweetheart, and he's just... freaky." You were about to snap back before your husband's maniacal laughter tore through the room. "Ha Ha! That's rich coming from the short stack!" Alastor quipped, grip tensing around your waist. Lucifer's chest puffed up in defense before he let out an airy laugh.

"Aha! The height I lack up here, I surely make up for below the belt! Maybe I can show your wife sometime." Lucifer shot you a playful wink, causing your face to scrunch up in disgust. Alastor tensed beside you before he let out another forced laugh, ducking low to get in Lucifer's face. "Ha Ha! Fuck you." Your husband spat, voice missing its usual radio static tone.

Before the situation could escalate further, Charlie intervened. Pushing her father away from the tense atmosphere while mouthing a sympathetic "Sorry!" your way. The aura in the room was stiff. You could certainly cut the tension with a butter knife. "Damn, smiles! Looks like lil' Luci himself has got eyes for your girl!" Angel stated before taking a swig of his cocktail.

You turned your head in Angel's direction. Shooting him a warning glare. The last thing you wanted was for Angel to get caught in the crossfire of your husband's anger. Alastor remained quiet before he slowly began walking toward the staircase. You could tell he was seething with how his ears twitched atop his head. Your husband flickered up the steps without a word, making you worry.

"Damn it, Angel! You knew he was pissed enough as is, no need to poke the bear!" You sighed, rubbing your temples as you made your way over to the bar. Husk poured you a drink, shaking his head in agreement. "Dont'cha mean poke the deer?" Angel chuckled, patting your back in a lighthearted manner. Husk cursed under his breath at Angel's remark.

"Cut that shit out, or he'll put you on his next fuckin' broadcast," Husk grumbled, cleaning a glass with a worn-down rag. You sipped your drink before rubbing your temples once more, shaking your head in annoyance. "I should probably go check in on him..." You spoke to yourself before turning on your heel, waving a small goodbye to your two good buddies.

"She's in for a loooong night!" Angel giggled, causing Husk to flick his forehead as a warning to "Shut the fuck up."

You took a breath before carefully opening your shared bedroom door. "Darling?" You called out, descending further into the space as you scanned the room for your husband. You peacefully made steps toward your private bathroom, having heard the shower running from beyond the door. To your luck, the door was left unlocked, making it easy for you to slip inside.

The bathroom was full of steam as your eyes trailed to the red tufts of hair reflecting through the clear glass shower door. Alastor heard you come in, but he still remained silent. Trying his best to cool off. He hated losing his composure more than anything. Carefully, you began ridding yourself of your garments, leaving your clothes in a pile beside Alastor's. You slid the glass door open, stepping into the shower with your husband.

Alastor's ears were pinned against his head as he stood underneath the shower head, allowing the water to cascade down his face. His back was toward you. Your husband's hands were placed in front of him on the cold tiles. Keeping him stabilized. "Al, my love? Is it alright if I touch you?" You whispered softly from where you stood behind him. A moment passed before he nodded in agreement, still remaining silent.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him. Allowing your hands to caress his midsection all the way up his chest. You rested your head in between his shoulder blades, pressing your chest flush against his back. Alastor let out a deep sigh, your touch bringing him much-needed comfort. "That impudent man.." Your husband muttered, ears twitching in annoyance as he did so. You rubbed circles into his chest, placing gentle kisses against his back.

"He's a jerk, Al. I'm all yours, forever and always," Your lips curled into a smile toward the end of your sentence as you felt his tail wagging, brushing against your lower tummy. Your husband's shoulders eased up from your words. He let out a breath before turning on his heel. Alastor's hands immediately cupped your face, doubling over to capture your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands rubbing your husband's sides lovingly as your mouths molded perfectly against one another.

Your shared embrace lasted a few beats longer before your husband pulled back, half-lidded crimson eyes gazing down at you. "Indeedy, my doe. You're all mine! I suppose I'll have to make it evident to the short stack... and anyone else who dares to court you." His voice dipped low; as did his wandering hands. Alastor's pointed nails dug into the back of your thighs as he hoisted you up. On instinct, your legs wrapped around his slender waist.

A pleasant gasp escaped you as you felt your husband's hard length brush against your core. Alastor let out a deep growl against the nape of your neck as he nipped at the sensitive flesh there. "Alastor..." You whined. Tipping your head back so your husband could have better access. A shiver ran down your spine when your back collided with the cool tile walls. Alastor bit a little too harshly between the juncture of your throat and shoulder.

A bit of blood trickled down your collarbone, but your husband was quick to lap it up. A deep groan from him sent a rush of heat down to your core. "Divine, my little doe. Absolutely delectable," Alastor mumbled against your sternum before one of his hands slipped between your bodies. He rubbed the flushed tip of his cock between your folds, groaning at the feeling of your slick. "May I, my darling?" Alastor whispered, lips ghosting over yours as he waited patiently for your approval.

"Yes, please..." You sighed, burying your hands into his soaked two-toned locks. Your husband slowly pushed himself past the tight ring of your pussy. Capturing your lips at the same time, drinking up all of your moans as he stretched you open. Your eyes rolled back into your head when Alastor bottomed out inside you. Slowly, you caressed his sensitive ears. Pride pooled in your chest when your husband twitched wildly inside you from the gesture.

Your lips pulled back from his when Alastor began thrusting into you. His movements were sharp but shallow, not wanting to pull back more than he had to from the warmth of your pussy. Your husband's head fell forward, forehead resting flush against your shoulder. Alastor groaned against your damp skin as your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing cock. All you could do was moan in pleasure as your husband fucked into you perfectly.

"Mine, all mine..." Alastor huffed out before suckling at the base of your neck. You could feel your husband's knot begin to swell inside you as your own release approached rapidly. Apsentmindly, Alastor's thumb dipped between your bodies. He rubbed at your clit expertly as he jackhammered up into you. Your legs tightened around his waist as the coil within your tummy was only moments from snapping. "I'm yours, all yours..."

Your words sent Alastor over the edge. He moaned loudly into your neck as his hips stilled, emptying his load deep inside you. The feeling of your husband cumming inside you was enough to trigger your own orgasm. Alastor hissed as he felt your pussy gush around his cock, squeezing him like a vise. After a few moments, you felt Alastor's knot begin to deflate. Allowing his now softening cock to slip out of your inviting heat. "You truly are just darling. How did I get so lucky?" Alastor chuckled as he lifted his head to gaze into your eyes.

A bashful smile crossed your features as Alastor slowly lowered your thighs from off his waist. Being sure to hold your hips, stabilizing your trembling legs. "Oh, hush! I'm the lucky one." You giggled, untangling your hands from his hair. Allowing your palms to cup his face, pulling him down for a chaste kiss. Alastor kept his eyes open as you kissed, admiring your lovely visage. After a moment, you pulled back, nuzzling your nose into his. "Now, let's get washed up before heading back out there, yeah?"

Alastor and you emerged from the room a little while later. Meeting up with the group from where they gathered in the foyer. Charlie cheerfully waved you and your husband over, and you didn't miss the way Lucifer scowled at Alastor. "We were wondering where you lovebirds wandered off to," Vaggie stated, scooting over on the couch to allow you both to sit. Swiftly, Alastor sat on the sofa before pulling you into his lap. A smile etched into your face as your husband's arms looped around your frame, large palms caressing the tops of your thighs.

You heard Lucifer grumble under his breath from the public display of affection. Your friends, on the other hand, had their jaws on the floor. Alastor rarely showed his physical admiration toward you in front of them. So, to say they were shocked was an understatement. "Told ya they snuck away to fuck! Look at her neck, haha- Husk! You owe me that hundred bucks," Angel blurted out. Laughing his ass off. Heat rushed to your face from your friend's crass words. Alastor, on the other hand, glared at Lucifer. His smile stretched from ear to ear as the ruler of hell fumed.

"Angel-! Husk-?! You made a bet on whether or not Alastor and I would... ah, you fuckers!" Embarrassment flooded your entire being, hands darting up to cover your face. Alastor let out a loud chuckle from your adorable reaction. "No, toots. We're not the fuckers! You're the one who got fucked, aha!" You quickly got up from your spot atop Alastor's lap, storming over to Angel. "Husk, you're next!" You shouted, chasing Angel around the lobby. "Leave me out of this! That dumbass wouldn't shut up until I accepted the bet." Husk grumbled, not entertaining the bullshit.

All the while, Alastor was giving Lucifer a sharp look with that shit-eating grin still illuminating his features. "As you can see, there's no need for you to show my wife your little chum below the belt. My darling is more than satisfied in my care!"

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vroomvroommuppett · 1 year

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summary when buck and eddie get invited to carlos and tk’s wedding, they don’t expect to fall in love with tk’s older adopted sister, who is a british-australian fbi agent. what happens when they get onto a relationship?

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#smau #social media #social media au #social media story #fake social media #buddie #k’s somewhere only we know smau #buddie x fem!reader

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hoshigray · 22 days

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Pretty Please with a cherry and spinkles ontop😩🙏 I need a Pussymatized Toji. Absolutely infatuated with his FWB. He was the one that said no attachments until he got addicted to her.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: lmao, "pussymatized" is new, but i see the vision!!

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fwb! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - implied prior sex - backshots + missionary positions mentioned - oral (f! receiving) - feedbag position - multiple orgasms - Daddy kink - overstimulation - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - pussy-whipped! Toji - mention of spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

Toji knew better. He’s done the whole friends with benefits gig plenty of times, and he knows the big rule that comes with the package:

Absolutely no feelings involved, or else the arrangement is off.

“Hoooh…! Ahhhn, T-Toji, stop…Not too fast!”

That is until he met you.

For about a year, you and Toji have been friends with benefits. It started as something Toji told you about, how he’d sleep around and get in those kinds of relationships. You were the one to ask if he’d be down to do it with you.

The onyx-headed one thought about it for a minute until he gave in and said sure. However, he stressed the “no feelings attached” policy intensely. He considered you a dear friend – a rarity in his life – and he didn’t want what you two were doing to damage this close relationship. It was just casual sex with a friend, nothing more. And you nodded to his regulation with a smile, moving your friendship to the next level.

Off the bat, the sex between you two was great! It had been a while since Toji had done stuff like this, and doing it with someone he could trust like you made the interaction smooth and entertaining. Problems between the two of you were rare, and it’s thanks to you two being mature adults that made handling this non-serious relationship easy!

Nevertheless, one thing made this cooperation difficult — at least on Toji’s part. The older man was becoming more and more infatuated with you.

He doesn’t know when it started getting this bad; Toji was never one to be the one catching feelings during these kinds of kinships. So, this was a bit new for him, and it made the poor man go crazy as the days went on. Him? Catching feelings?? Breaking his own rule??? Get real!

But he couldn’t lie to himself, it was all different since he was doing it with you. You were the closest person he could call a friend outside of Shiu, and that never changed once you two became fuck buddies. If anything, things have gotten a lot closer between you two. You cared for his kids while he was away, cooked meals for him because you feared he didn’t eat enough during the day, or invited him on grocery sprees.

It wasn’t like you didn’t do stuff like that before. Yet now that you and Toji were doing things beyond a regular friendship, the man was seeing you in a new light that he hadn’t seen before, and God, it was suffocating him. He doesn’t know how many of your gorgeous smiles or sweet strings of laughter he can take before he snaps.

But it wasn’t just your personality and gracious aura that lured him on. As mentioned before, the sex was amazing — No, scratch that; you were amazing. It had been a very long while since Toji had done sexual shit with someone who could reciprocate pleasure. Fuck, you felt so good, whether it was jerking or sucking him off while massaging his balls in your pretty hands, or bouncing on his cock with that tight cunt of yours that had him on the edge, holding on to your waist as he’d piston his cock deep inside. Merely thinking about churning your walls that snug on his cock had him gulp thickly, thinking a heavy sigh would get these thoughts out of his mind.

But they don’t, of course. Because he’d be damned if he’d try to forget the image of your beautiful body all hot and sweaty with his. Your moans and squeaks were all prompted by his thrusts, and – fucking Jesus – he could never get over the way you said his name, so desperate for him with watery, doe eyes that pull him in. Looking all disheveled and alluring for him and only him, peering over your shoulder when he’d hit it from behind like you wanted to see him feel good. Toji would’ve been a fool if he hadn’t fallen for you!

There was a time when Toji’d slip up and hold your hand as he chased release, noticing you catch the sight of his palm and integers gripping yours. Thinking you were uncomfortable, he removed his hand from yours, only for you to wrap your legs around his waist and bring him to you for a kiss. It was just a kiss, is what he’d say to justify it. But hearing you mewl under his lips and whisper to his ears was the last straw for him, hammering his dick and spilling his load into you as you two made out passionately.

Yeah, there was no doubt about it; the guy was falling for you hard.

So hard that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It scared him a bit – the thought of you being his made his heart beat at a pace he hadn’t experienced in a long time. You corrupted his senses; he wanted to hear you, kiss you, feel you, smell you, taste you — fuck, did he want to taste you; it was so bad.

But it wasn’t as bad until you hadn’t stopped by for two weeks. You’d text him your apologies, saying that work caught you up and that you couldn’t see him and the kids. And even then, you’d still manage to throw a phone call before sleep, and Toji doesn’t know if that was better or worse. Your voice made his skin crawl, loving how you spoke to him all soft and fatigued yet affectionately. You were too good for him, having him feel guilty for fisting his cock unbeknownst to you.

He couldn’t take it anymore, being away from you. He could barely go through the first week, and the second had him itching to see you. That’s precisely what he did, calling you to let you know he’d come to see you. And once you opened the door to greet him with a warm smile, that last bit of thread in him had finally snapped.

“Nnmmah! Hic…shtooopp licking…! I’ll cum again, I’m gonna—!!”

After pulling you in for a hungry kiss, the man brought himself inside your apartment with you glued to him. Feverish pecks kept your lips on him, squeaking at how smoothly he picked you up and brought you to the living room couch. He’d suck on your neck while removing your bottoms, already stifling him with your fragrance to the point he shudders.

He’d trail his kisses downwards, nibbling on certain areas that made you gasp for him, sucking on the skin of your inner thigh as his fingers rubbed on your folds covered by damp underwear. You had him on his knees, uncaring about the angle. His thoughts only thinking about the wet chasm he sees after discarding your panties. Nothing holds him back from plunging his face into your wetness and showing no signs of stopping when you’re wailing for him. He’d lick, lap, and suck on you with no remorse, face utterly stuck on your slit until you came for the first time.

“—Ahhaa, I’m cummin’, Tojiii! OhJesusChrist—Nnnmoo!”

“Mmmph…! Fuck, c’mere, sweetie, lemme take care of you…”

And now, he’s chased you down for another climax, your legs tremble and your figure shakes as Toji’s tongue relentlessly pets around your labia, frantically licking your clit to expel more fluids to seep out your vagina.

And Toji drinks it all, stuffing his face into your inner thighs like breathing is not an issue. You cry and involuntarily try to close your legs as your nerves are at an all-time high, grabbing tuffs of raven hair. But the man doesn’t allow you to shy away, his strong hands keeping you grounded on the couch as he eats you out. They never leave your frame unless it’s to unzip his jeans to let his erection breathe. Your cute howls of pleasure, your delightful fluids painting his tongue and lips, and your intoxicating smell; all have his hard-on twitch painfully, precum staining his boxer briefs.

He’s so far gone, his scarred lips kissing on your folds to gently juxtapose the tongue he uses to fuck you. You jerk and jolt, sobbing from the fervent mouth making sure every crevice of your cunt goes explored. Your orgasm still isn’t away, everything feels so sensitive that you feel like you could break.

“Tahhh, Toji, nooo,” you wail, trying to push his head from burrowing deeper between your thighs. Yet he shows no cooperation. “I just came, yer doing t’oo muuch…!”

Now, he finally removes his face from you, his chin wet with your essence which he licks from his lips. “Sorry, mama,” his rich emerald eyes lock with yours, they have you freeze under his gaze. “But I’m not done yet.” You shake your head, inching your hips away from his proximity. But he captures your waist and slides you back down. “Don’t,” he pleads, placing your legs on his shoulders. “One more time fr’ me, ‘kay, baby? Let Daddy have ya one more time.”

An excruciatingly slow lick from down your slit to your clitoris has you quiver, sloppy kisses further the mess of saliva and come between your legs, and you can’t control the throbbing sensation that returns to ache your inner walls. He chuckles, “Look at ya winkin’ at me, guess ya want more of me too, huh, sweetie?” He makes your ears ring and hot, throwing your head back when he spits and sucks on your clit harshly.

This time, Toji straightens his back a bit to lift your legs with him, hands securing you close to him on your hips. It was a view you hadn’t mentally prepared for, seeing your weight be supported easily.

He continues to lap around your labia, taking in all the excess slick to suck on, not leaving any drop go undiscovered. His precision has you roll your eyes to the ceiling, a hand griping on his wrist as he rubs on your clit.

“Ohhhfuuuck,” your words were slurring together, brain too mushy to cooperate and form eligible sentences. The man between your legs makes that hard enough. You don’t even attempt to squirm out because Toji’s lips will latch right back onto you. “Daddyyy, right there…More, pleasee.”

“Good girl,” he praises, rewarding you with swirls circling your clitoris before a suck, and your legs cross around to push him further. “That’s my girl…Mmmm, fuckin’ Christ, taste too good…” His deep voice sends vibrations up your spine, chewing on your lip when his tongue nestles in between your soaked folds again.

He pushes the wet muscle back inside, groaning at the sensation of you clamping onto him and bucking your hips in his direction. Your cries fill the quiet space, his name coming out in rushed prayers was the only thing that occupies his eardrums. Fuck, he missed this so fucking bad, arms wrapping around your waist as he pushes his face deep, his nose bumping to the hoop of your pearl while he ravishes your insides.

The squelches of his tongue and lips are so raunchy and nasty, you feel like filth being used like this. You’ve long given up the control to conceal your moans, and Toji listens to every single one with intent.

“—Ohhh! Ffsshiiit…!” Oh, no. You can feel it, the next wave climbing up. “Daddy, again! Gonna cum again, I cann’t...!”

“Yes, you can, mama,” he coos, blowing on your slick-covered lips. “Just a lil’ more fr’ me, ‘kay? Just let it out.” His mouth returns to erratically fuck you with his tongue, and his gruff moans are felt on your body. The pressure of your thighs squeezing him makes it better, hitting your delicate clit with gentle jabs that rock you into your third orgasm.

You scream, unleashing yourself as your climax rocks your being. Toji has a good hold on you, softly using the flat of his tongue to lazily lick your cunt, massaging your waist as your hips ride on his face. And it doesn’t help that the older man’s cock is oozing on his briefs, his thighs twitching with his erection wanting to be freed.

With a dangerous last kiss to your sensitive folds, Toji places your legs back onto the couch, wiping your come off his chin to lick his fingers clean before bringing his jeans and briefs.

“Wh..What’s gotten into you,” you ask with furrowed brows and hooded eyes like his, both misty with wanton thirst. “I see you’ve been more pent up than me.” He chortles at your jest, and you happily accept the tip of his cock into your mouth with a blissful hum.

“You have no idea, baby…”

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churipu · 1 month

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SAY "DADA" 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento x fem! reader

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. toji cries but he doesn't admit it bye

note. i just spent a good hour watching the "glimpse of us" parents-baby trend, it's so cute. i just had to make something family themed for the jjk men :( i'm so sorry for the lack of updates, i just finished work and boy— it was stressful.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

"come on, little guy . . . say dada, da . . . da!" gojo nodded his head slowly, in his grasp stood his one year old son.

all he got in return was a loud strained laugh from the little boy, "it's okay, baby. take it slow, come on, dada . . . da . . ." the blue eyed male softly spells out the word.

"satoru, you've been trying for an hour now." you informed him, eyeing the father-son duo every now and then, "he's going to get it eventually . . ."

gojo chuckled, "i know, baby. 'm just so excited, what if he said his first words when 'm out on a mission," a sad smile etched onto his lips as he cradled the baby in his hold.

"dada!"

it took gojo a few seconds to process what his son just uttered in excitement. slowly, the corner of his lips tugged upwards in happiness — gojo cheers loudly, nuzzling his face into your son's little belly, making him craze out in pure euphoria.

"you just said your first word, good job, buddy! 'm so proud of you," gojo muffled out into the baby's tummy, "daddy's so proud of you."

gojo then faced you, "his first word is dada, i'm going to cry . . ."

to which he did, sniffling loudly — making the little boy imitate him, scrunching his face into a big frown before wailing out a loud cry. hearing your baby cry, gojo softly hushed him, patting his back, "no, no, baby. daddy's crying of happiness, not sadness, please don't cry."

"aren't you two just the cutest?" you asked, kissing the baby on his chubby cheek — calming him down almost immediately. his loud cries ceasing down under your touch.

"we are." gojo chuckled, nose raging red from sniffling mucus.

"please get rid of your snot, satoru . . ."

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

"come on, dada. say it." toji mutters, pulling on megumi's little cheek — gently, and the baby seemingly annoyed, swats off his father's giant fingers.

toji scoffed, "huh, wonder where y' got that attitude from."

you eyed him, "what do you mean? megumi's exactly just like you — i carry him for nine months and he ends up being a copy of you," you chuckled, ruffling megumi's hair.

the young ten month old baby crawled his way over to you, settling himself on his lap, eyeing his father sharply, "what're y'looking at, huh?"

instinctively you hit toji's bicep gently, "stop that."

"'m not doing anything . . ." toji replies back, rolling his eyes before crossing his arms, "stupid baby."

"dada!" megumi shrieks out, pointing his small finger accusingly at toji, a cute glare looming over his dark eyes, "dada!"

toji blinked once. twice. thrice, and he ended up scoffing, looking away from both you and megumi, "he said his first word, and it's me," toji mutters into his skin, clamping his palm over his lips as his elbow propped down onto the couch's hand rest.

"good job, 'gumi!" you cheered, raising the boy up in the air, kissing his cheek which made the baby erupt in small laughter.

megumi crunched his legs happily, yelling out gibberish with a mix of "dada dada!"

"that's right, dada!" you parrot happily, gently hopping with megumi in your arms. eyeing toji who had been silent, "toji, are you okay?"

he grunted, brushing his face with his hands, "do i not look okay?"

"did you cry?" you ask.

toji grunted yet again in disdain, "why would i cry because the brat said his first word?" he did.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

nanami sat on the floor cross-legged with his eleven month old daughter on his lap as he scanned the newspaper. at every page, his daughter didn't miss every spot on the dull colored paper, pointing at the paper and muttering out incoherent words.

"mhm, that's terrible news, isn't it?" he replies, sipping on his coffee mug.

you emerged from behind the bedroom door, hair disheveled, "good morning," you mumble out, wiping the back of your finger over your eyes.

"dada!"

you froze and eyed your daughter, and nanami did too. his head looked down onto the young girl in amusement, his gaze softening, "your first word . . ." he whispers, carrying the baby into his strong arms.

"you just said your first word, baby!" your raspy morning voice chirped, it was as if your exhaustion had disappeared in a heap of moments and you trotted down the ground, approaching the father-daughter.

"i'm so proud of you," nanami gently placed a kiss on top of his daughter's head, cradling her small body.

you were pulled into a hug by nanami, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and he pulled you to his side — his cheek leaning on your head in content, "good morning."

"dada dada!" your daughter cheered happily, patting nanami's face with her small hands.

"mhm, i'm dada, baby." he mumbles, letting the young girl do as she likes. you cooed softly at the sight, wrapping an arm around his waist.

a good morning it is.

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now riddle me this .

since all the drivers talk about how hard the singapore gp is because its so hot and humid HOW ABOUT

singaporean fem driver reader whos used to the climate and her shenanigans with the f1 grid

idk i thought this would be a good idea 😢😢

summary; the singapore heat can't kill you, but the sight of him sweaty and disheveled just might

pairing; oscar piastri x fem! ferrari driver! reader [ no faceclaim ]

a/n; this is my thank you letter to @localwhoore for helping me with the oscar series, i owe you big time; also if anyone has any idea what to do when i hit 3k send me an ask

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scuderiaferrari The heat never bothered her anyway

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36rg P1 BABY IT'S OUR YEAR

gonestappen not for longggggg

gothfrogasly oh they're so hot for that (get it?)

buttonette_20 It's Oscar and Lando congratulating her mid interview for me

meepshoemaker WHERE buttonette_20 Post quali interviews!! They were walking by, Lando stopped to congratulate her and Oscar had the audacity to wink but it looked so awkward 😭 meepshoemaker bless his soul that boy has 0 rizz

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mclaren We, at McLaren, do not take a side in the conflict, and if we had to, it would be Oscar's. That said, here are some of the ways he looks at Y/N. Happy Race Day! 🧡

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sebwebb admin you're so brave for this

maxielhearter take a shot if mclaren admin knowing about oscassgate was on your bingo card

g3org3zilla NAHHHHHH THEY DIDN'T

mclaren Oh, yes, we did 😊 oscarpiastri 🤨

scuderiayn girl

mclaren Just doing my job 😊 scuderiayn how much did mick and max f. pay you to post this mclaren I plead the 5th maxfewtrell DUDE

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scuderiayn i won or whatever LANDO P2 BABYYYY

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forzapluto FERARRI WIN??? WHAT YEAR IS IT????

bottaswiththefur breaking the verstappen domination and being more excited about your buddy getting a podium is insane but not as insane as oscassgate

scuderiayn I JUST GOT A WIN AND WE'RE STILL TALKING ABOUT OSCAR'S ASS?? oscarpiastri You're no longer interested, then? scuderiayn oh charles_leclerc At last mickschumacher I teared up, they grow up so fast landonorris and if i said i caught him looking at your ass too what then scuderiayn you didn't landonorris no i didn't but like imagine if i did what then

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oscarpiastri Thank you @ charles_leclerc for revealing your DMs. Without you, it would have taken longer for this to happen.

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scuderiayn *being dumb enough to reveal his DMs

charles_leclerc First of all I just scored you a date. scuderiaferrari You should be scoring points instead scuderiayn ha scuderiaferrari You included scuderiayn oh im sorry, you're talking to THE max destroyer charles_leclerc Bow to her highness landonorris someone's about to be known as THE y/n destroyer scuderiayn ok mr nowins scuderiayn wait scuderiayn LANDO

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(it's my birthday on sunday im about to get the best dutch anthem of the year)

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astonmartinii · 2 months

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it must be a sign | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem deaf! red bull engineer!reader

when the two most unbothered people in the paddock combine their joint powers to be the it couple

request sent by the lovely @bibissparkles xx

author's note: heyyy so many of you won't know but i am actually deaf - i am 50% deaf in both ears and wear hearing aids so i love requests like this! (all i do most of this stuff as a deaf person, turning off your hearing aids >)

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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yourusername: you can't complain about the dutch national anthem when you can just turn your hearing aids off

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user1: the way max's engineer is as sick of that damn song as us

user2: turning off her hearing aids makes how bored she looks during podiums make sense

yourusername: it was a banger during the mercedes dominance but would it kill someone to play the australian anthem

danielricciardo: i knew you missed me

yourusername: sure, jan.

user3: her and max signing slay to each other will always be so personal to me

maxverstappen1: gonna pretend you didn't just say that

yourusername: boo hoo babe, you gotta lose something sometimes

user4: babe? are the flowers from max?

maxverstappen1: would rather choke on my own spit and fall into a pit of snakes, hope this helps ❤️

yourusername: rude! i wouldn't want flowers from you either :(

user5: i swear we get into this argument every weekend, i think people will still assume they're together until their married to other people

liamlawson30: stop using me as a messenger pigeon please and thank you

yourusername: but i thought red bull gave you wings?

liamlawson30: do not use a pr answer against me 🤨

yourusername: no comment

liamlawson30: choke.

yourusername: idk what's going on in the red bull junior academy but spit in helmut's coffee not mine

user6: y/n consistently giving all the red bull guys shit is my favourite thing ever

user7: the amount of times the sky broadcast has caught her waving them off or taking her hearing aids out lol

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oscarpiastri: switched four tyres for two this weekend

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user11: you can't distract us with your slutty bike pics WHO THE FUCK IS THAT

landonorris: A WOMAN? A WOMAN? IS THAT A WOMAN OSCAR JACK PIASTRI?

oscarpiastri: yeah i'm pretty sure

landonorris: don't play smart with me buster - why was i not informed?

oscarpiastri: i don't ask to be informed of every time you get rejected in the instagram dms

landonorris: FAKE NEWS

oscarpiastri: okay buddy

user12: i be seeing the sign language book, oscar you are so real for that

user13: that's my king, i need a oscar and y/n link up in the paddock - my unbothered queens

user14: she's in the likes !!!!!!

logansargent: oh we've entered the soft launch phase i see

oscarpiastri: and what?

logansargent: someone is feeling defensive this morning, dude i won't tell i've already kept it a secret for so long

landonorris: HE KNOWS? DOES BEING YOUR TEAMMATE MEAN NOTHING?

oscarpiastri: he's my childhood best friend?

logansargent: there's levels to this game norris

landonorris: @oscarpiastri consider yourself UNDER SURVEILLANCE

oscarpiastri: okay girly

user15: oscar has the patience of a saint, the mystery gal may want to rethink it before having to deal with them all

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yourusername: unrelaxed, unbothered, moisturised ✨

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user18: queen SHIT THAT AIN'T SHIT

user19: but this mystery man IS

maxverstappen1: yeah sorry about that... but at least boyfy has made his instagram debut?

yourusername: about time, he's too sexy to gatekeep

maxverstappen1: well i'm not going to agree out of respect for you

yourusername: so you don't think he's sexy? i might not be able to hear but HE CAN MAX BE NICE

maxverstappen1: first of all it's a text, second of all i've been way too nice to him

yourusername: he beat you in padel fair and square you're just SHIT AT IT ❤️

maxverstappen1: you know that's a sore subject WHY WOULD YOU BRING IT UP

user20: my queen was really like you wanna tell me to fuck off? oh here's my sexy boyfriend

user21: jos verstappen really didn't know who he was tangling with that gal may be chill but she doesn't take shit

user22: she's like a female version of oscar lol

user23: i knew there was a reason i liked her

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danielricciardo: why am i left out of everything these days?

yourusername: snooze you lose

danielricciardo: I AM AWAKE REPLY TO MY TEXTS

danielricciardo: I JUST SAW YOU PUT YOUR PHONE ON DO NOT DISTURB

yourusername: protecting my peace

danielricciardo: i'm on to you buster

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: overjoyed to get my first (proper) win in formula one and even more overjoyed to have my amazing girlfriend (and even better engineer) up on the podium with me

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user27: so this was the special occasion?

user28: so this is why she said she wanted the australian national anthem over the dutch one?

user29: this is now my roman empire

yourusername: babe is so fucking good and i'm so fucking proud

oscarpiastri: i'm so glad to have been able to share this moment with you

yourusername: you deserve this and more, i love you

oscarpiastri: i love you too xx

user30: wait so oscar knows so much more sign language than i thought

user31: he looked so excited and even mark knows some

logansargent: he forced (we were happy to do so) me, mark and his family to learn as soon as he secured the date lol

oscarpiastri: and now we're all so cool because of it

logansargent: cool and able to chat shit without people knowing what we're saying

yourusername: best bit about it tbf (everyone please learn, it's a beautiful language)

landonorris: I KNEW IT

oscarpiastri: no you didn't

landonorris: no i didn't :( i'm hurt

oscarpiastri: if it's any consolation, we didn't tell many people, max and logan are exceptions

landonorris: WHY WAS I NOT AN EXCEPTION???

yourusername: boo hoo

landonorris: i'm not gonna say anything back to that you kinda scare me

yourusername: good ❤️

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yourusername: me and a racewinner (and our world champion third wheel)

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user32: fave trio in the paddock no competition

logansargent: logan erasure

yourusername: we love you logan, sunday roast at mine this weekend ❤️

logansargent: SCORE

user33: every time you post there's a new plushie

yourusername: we usually get one to commemorate a big weekend and we both got one for osc's first win

user34: that's so FUCKING CUTE

oscarpiastri: it's all fun and games until you don't fit in the bed because y/n feels too bad to put any of them on the floor

yourusername: they have FEELINGS OSCAR

oscarpiastri: she cried one time when max set off the smoke alarm cooking breakfast and the bed alarm shook so bad that all of them were thrown to the floor

yourusername: it was HARROWING but it also did wake me up so at least we know it works

maxverstappen1: actually my favourite couple to third wheel, but enjoy it while it's here osc, i won't lose again

yourusername: yeah sorry osc it's actually my job to help max win so you're gonna have to wait for him to retire if i have anything to do with it

oscarpiastri: not even for me :(

yourusername: sorry not sorry (i'm really sorry, i love you so much)

oscarpiastri: i love you too even if you won't sabotage max for my race :(

maxverstappen1: okay i know i said you guys are cute but that's enough for today

yourusername: we ARE cute thank you

oscarpiastri: the CUTEST

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note: heheheheh i hope you enjoyed this, i love requests like this xx also on the comment about the bed alarm i had one in uni halls and when the alarm went off that baby SHOOK it was kinda scary

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