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sanchoi21 · 4 months

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Quite Nights

Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

Note: You and Sukuna go on a night ride together. It's fluff, no smut. Art not mine, credit goes to the artist.

You hugged your boyfriend tightly as he smoothly drove in full speed through the night city of Shibuya. He smirked to himself when he caught your hands roaming on his abs through his thin black turtleneck. He relished in your warm touch as the cold winter air hit him. The night was indeed beautiful but being with him was what made it even better. Sukuna might not be quite a nice guy to others, but to you, he was more than kind. Always looking out for you, all the time, despite being known for his notorious behavior in your college. It didn't took you long to be his girlfriend when he asked you out, as you already had feeling for the man.

The dazzling city lights shone like thousand of diamonds on the night sky. The skyscrapers stood tall, illuminating it. Small restaurants that were present all across the streets, had a calm and cozy vibe to them. Being out late at night wasn't something your parents allowed, but now that you were at hostel, it wasn't a problem for now. Sukuna was the first person who gave you that sense of safety and freedom. Though all your classmates warned you to stay away from him, there was always something so endearing about him that instead of moving away, you were drawn closer. Today was just one of the many nights when after a tiring week of exams and pressure, you and Sukuna would hangout at night to calm your nerves.

Sukuna isn't someone who likes fancy dates in expensive restaurants or night clubs. He as well as you, were someone who would prefer quite places instead of the banging music that hit your eardrums and noisy people dancing like maniacs around you. When you started dating, you both hit off pretty well since the beginning.

Sukuna soon pulled over near an abandoned park. You both had accidentally discovered this park when you were on your night rides. It was a beautiful park with the river view and greenary. It was abandoned because of the ghost rumors surrounding the place, as there was a graveyard nearby. But not that both of you minded that shit anyway. All you cared about was a nice view and quite place, which passed both of your vibe check, so it had now become your secret hanging spot.

Sukuna helped you climbing the broken fence as you purposefully jumped into his arms like a cat. He chuckled at your childishness, as he knew exactly what were your intentions. He lifted you up as if you weighed nothing and brought you up to the bench that was present near the river side gently putting you down before settling himself beside you.

Sukuna: Here, take this, I know you are cold after the long ride.

He said while handling you his jacket but you refused.

Y/n: Hey, wait don't remove it, or you'll get cold too, let me just hug you instead. We both can fit in it after all.

Sukuna: Haha, aren't you quite clingier than usual today?? Not that I mind, come here.

You closed the gap between you two as Sukuna wrapped his arms around you. It was quite comfy and warm in his arms, now that his body heat was much better than any other random sweater. You clinged onto him tighter as his warm breath hit your cheeks.

Y/n: You know?? You are warmer than any sweater I ever wore? It's kinda amazing actually.

Sukuna: Really?? I am glad to know that, but I bet, it can get even more warm if we did something else.

It took you a hot second to realize what he meant, but when you did, your cheeks flushed as you playfully smacked his arm. Dirty talks were a thing which you both always did, but he somehow always found a way to make you blush.

He ruffled your hair playfully and pulled out two beer cans from his pocket.

Sukuna: Here...

Y/n: Thanks, it's a lot needed after a month of assignments and tests that never end.

Sukuna: Yeah, but enough about that, let's enjoy the view together.

Silence spread as you both stared at the lights that shimmered across the flowing river. The wasn't any other noise, except the crickets and rustling of leaves due to wind and your peaceful breathing. Nothing was more comforting than this, nestled in your boyfriend's arms and sipping on beer as you enjoyed the view without any disturbance of others. It was as if you two were completely disconnected from the world. It was your world where only you both existed. No noise, no people, no problems and no unnecessary banter and annoying laughs. It was quite and peaceful. You both didn't mind sitting quietly next to each other without talking much, because what mattered was company and not conversation, as it could always be done some other time.

You both exchanged some talks and appreciated the tranquil that you felt after a long time. It was relieving. His red eyes shine brightly every time he talks to you, those are even more precious to you than all the diamonds in the world combined. Once your beer cans were empty, you both simply cuddled with each other. Talking, laughing on one another's jokes and kissing in between, just to tease each other, but some kisses were longer than what could be called teasing, as it proved just how much you missed the other.

Conversation wasn't always necessary in your relationship with him, as he always understood you without it. He is the first person you ever felt comfortable and safe with, someone who understands you without any words involved, isn't that a rare thing?? You are rather sure that he is your soul mate. He too always felt the same way, as after being through a rough childhood, you were the only one who understood him when no one did. So even if he doesn't necessarily admit it, he is more clingier than you, even though you have noticed that you chose silence as he is cute when he denies your claim all the time.

As you were slowly drifting off to sleep in his warmth he watched you lovingly as his hand moved to stroke your hair. He gently lifted you, to which you hugged him tighter. Once you both lazily crossed the fence and started your return journey home, you wondered when the next time you can come back here with him. Your peers always questioned you on where you two disappear at some nights, but you both always keep your mouth shut as this spot was your second home by now, a secret hideout where you two can be yourself, without any facades. You were sure to cling onto him and your second home forever as the night passed quickly by the time you reached hostel. Waving your goodbye to him, you hoped that maybe some day, in the near future, when you both will graduate together, you won't have to say goodbye anymore and could stay the night together huddled up in his warm embrace forever.

Some comfort for y'all and me after what's going on in Shibuya arc. 😶‍🌫

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Wonder Woman at Six Flags Fiesta Texas, 12-3-2022

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we’re just kids having fun under the moonlight

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heartfulofsighs · 2 years

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Night Rides

Hi all!

It’s been forever but I am back and writing again I suppose. I wrote this specifically for @negrowhat when I tossed around the idea of Hanse being an Incubus. So yeah I did that set it against a cool street racer backdrop and here we are. There will be a second part because it just got so incredibly long. Hope you guys enjoy! Find Part 2 Here

Warnings: None really actually, theres some kissing, also don’t street race this is fiction. About 6k words.

Pleasure... He worried the little silver ring piercing at the corner of his mouth while he stared at the race course for that night. The warehouse district could be tricky and his eyebrows furrowed at the hairpin turn near the end. “Worried?” The voice sent a shiver of sheer pleasure down his spine and he hated that he couldn’t stop his reaction. He was suppose to cause people to shiver, one look and he could bring anyone to their knees begging for him. But here you were, saying one word, knocking his thoughts all around. He turned and narrowed his eyes, “I’m never worried.” Did you feel it too? He had been alone near the very edge of where people parked before gathering. He hoped to win and find a new partner. Someone he could take just a little energy from. He felt himself getting weak, his senses weren’t as sharp and his control was dismal compared to normal. It was dangerous for him to be this tired and drained. Simple actions that he wouldn’t have noticed otherwise were heightened when he felt like this.

That explained why he was suddenly so focused on your mouth. When you passed your tongue over your lips he almost groaned. He could imagine with vivid clarity leaning down to trace your lips with his own tongue. He imagined you being receptive, leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his neck…

He had to resist. He passed his hand over his face in order to break the pull he thought he was feeling. It should be easy, he just had to remind himself that you hated him. Whenever he did use his powers to feel you out there was a definite animosity. He wondered what your dislike tasted of. When he was close enough a person’s strong emotions acted on more of his senses. He went from feeling the emotion, to smelling it and tasting it on his tongue. He wanted to taste what all your emotions flavors. Especially the rare times, when he looked at you and felt something different. He had caught a wanting, a longing, a needing feeling that made his mind blank. It was hard to ignore, it felt like you wanted him to be closer but he was never sure. It was so rare he forced himself to dismiss it. There were other people milling about, other partners he could easily charm but he decided to stay put. He put his phone away and turned all the way towards you. On race days you usually dressed casual like you were going to the gym. The leggings were distracting, he could see every curve. His hand would fit perfectly on your waist. “Are you nervous?” He asked, he stepped just a little closer and crossed his arms over his chest, “you’re number....” he made a thinking face waiting for you to fill in the information that he already knew. Your face scrunched into an annoyed frown. So cute, so tempting. His fantasy started playing again, all his senses were focused in on your body. Your temperature was rising, and he thought maybe there was that hint of desire. “Six.” Spoken clearly in a voice he wanted to hear his own name in. If he concentrated hard enough he could imagine you saying it several ways. Maybe breathy, maybe needy... He rubbed his chin, “breaking top five tonight?” when he cocked his head and looked into your eyes he couldn’t help but push a little with his power to feel your emotions. Mistake. The wanting clouded his senses and he had to step back suddenly. He covered his mouth and turned towards his car, “good luck.” He choked out. He wanted to lace different words with power and charm you… “Are you ok?” The concern in your voice was real but he couldn’t turn back around. It was way too dangerous. If he kissed you now neither of you would make it to the race.

You watched his back retreat past his car and into another clutch of people. He had just dismissed you without another word, just ran off as if you were the most disgusting thing. You picked the edge of your sweatshirt up and bent to smell the fabric. Maybe your kitten had sprayed on it? He was still getting the hang of the litter box and it had happened before... Nothing. You clenched your jaw. He had to be playing some kind of joke, something to throw your mind off the race. You should have never talked to him. All you had to do was park and wait until you were called. Something made you talk to him. Instead of doing the smart thing there you were. Getting out, starting a useless conversation. When you raised your head you saw him in slide into another clutch of people chatting with a girl. Hiis profile was so sharp, lips upturned in a constant smile. She was hanging on his every word just that quick. When he spoke to you his smile was different, his voice was different, and you wondered what made him so careful. You stood around alone staring down at your phone as the races filled up. You were going back and forth between following him and staying standing alone. It seemed forever until your phone buzzed but when it did you were relieved. It stopped you from doing something stupid. “Ready? Park at the start.” The text message flashed against your screen just as you finished mapping the course. A familiar batch of butterflies fluttered in your stomach, you loved the before race jitters. They stopped your worrying about Hanse. When it came down to race time there was nothing else in your mind. You got into your car and blasted your favorite song. Your hands tapped on the wheel to the beat and you bobbed your head. There was nothing like race day, the exhilaration was always fresh, like it was the first time you had ever put your hands on the wheel. When you had felt it for the first time you had decided you had to keep chasing it. You looked over the map one last time on your phone, the hairpin at the end was going to be tricky. You had to make sure you took the turn tight, had to make sure you watched your inside...

He was to the right of you when you looked up. His eyes were focused on you in a way that made you squirm. It felt like you were falling, that pull that made you angry. Why was he so alluring? It had to be the way his face was open but an inch away from mysterious at any given moment. When he laughed it felt like the joke was one that only he understood. The more you tried to understand it the more frustrated you got. He smiled then licked his lips like he was hungry. You felt it in the pit of your stomach. “Good luck.” He revved his engine and looked away. Top five, you just really wanted to crack the top five. Beating him would be a plus but top 5 was the goal.

Most races felt incredibly fast but incredibly slow at the same time. You had to make decisions in an instant, had to trust in what you felt as soon as you felt it. Because you were concentrating so hard, it felt slower than real time. You led with Hanse on your bumper the entire race. The hairpin was your last hurdle and maybe if you had been more concentrated, more alert you would have executed it perfectly. But he took the opportunity to turn inside of your line. He slipped past you and came out nose ahead of you for the win. “You fucking dick,” you whispered under your breath. You had come in second, enough to move up to 5th but it was no fun if you didn’t beat Hanse. Especially after he tried to mess with your head beforehand. The curses kept flowing, under your breath you called him all sorts of names hoping he could at least sense how angry you were and how inconvenient he was being. The small loose crowd of people at the finish line surrounded his car, hyping him up calling his name. He hopped out like some sort of celebrity. Giving a loud whoop and blowing kisses to the crowd, no one was ever that excited when you won. Around here you were tolerated, not hated, but definitely not loved. Your phone buzzed again, it had slipped during the race down onto the passenger floor. You cursed as your hand slapped around for it, just out of reach. The crowd sounded like it was going down. Maybe he had picked someone to celebrate with. Your fingers finally brushed it, with a little stretch you were pulling yourself to sit up. “Congratulations on breaking top 5.” The message read. You smiled down at it and sighed, even with Hanse being annoying you had accomplished your goal. Better to look at the whole thing as a positive then get hung up on him acting weird. Besides it wasn’t a bad thing for him to dislike you when you thought about it. God forbid you ever became caught up, like all the race groupies that showed up at the finish line.

Sometimes the girls who eyed him looked so incredibly struck like he was their whole world. There was no way you wanted to follow him around like some sort of lost puppy. When you looked up he was staring back at you. It took a lot not to stick out your tongue like a spoiled child. You could be mature. You could muster being an adult because the hassle wasn’t worth it. It was time to go home and celebrate, not dwell.

Your apartment was nice and toasty. It was raining outside the perfect opportunity to sit on your couch and sip tea. Besides wanting to win for the sake of it, the races kept you alive in a city with scarce jobs that interested you. The money wasn’t raining in but it came in steadily enough to keep you off the streets. During the day you either worked part time at the tea shop down the street or looked at old race videos. There had been a time when you wanted to make friends with other racers, but it was a jealous boys club that barely tolerated you to begin with. You also didn’t fit in very well with the race groupies. Besides Hanse, the racers didn’t really tempt you at all. They tried their best to make you feel stupid, and when they weren’t doing that you were effectively ignored. In a way it was nice that Hanse took you seriously. You thought about him again. About how he looked last night, in all balck with his stupid smile. You rubbed your face and made a frustrated noise. The mental back and forth was irritating. Better to keep your head where it belonged. The organizers kept a private page with uploaded drone footage and it helped you to study each one. Your legs were tucked under you as you watched Hanse win over and over again. He had what looked like an inch to slip past you. A margin that you wouldn’t have taken. There was no way you could slip your car into that tight line without scraping someone. He made it seem effortless. The fact that your win had been snatched so close was incredibly annoying. Your kitten Jet played with the edge of your blanket. He bit and fiddled with it until you picked him up and tucked him into your lap. “Next time we can’t leave any space.” You scratched behind his ears and he purred. “Next time we’ve got to beat him.” You spoke out loud and hoped it would be an affirmation.

The very first time he met you he knew you would be trouble. He thought you would react like everyone else did. As an incubus his presence was like a magnet to humans. He had never seen you at the races before and he thought you might be fun to play with. He had strolled up, all confidence, and leaned over you to see what you were watching on your phone. “Oh yeah, that race was really good. The guy who won came all the way from behind.” He said slowly. When you turned and locked eyes with him, he had felt the shock. A pleasurable jolt that traveled all the way up then back down his spine. He found he couldn’t speak for a moment and his silence confused you. “Do I know you?” You had asked, your eyebrow raised in question. He cleared his throat and held out his hand, “I’m Hanse,” he pitched his voice to charm but you didn’t seem affected. In fact you studied his hand for a much longer beat then he expected. He remembered his heart pumping, he remembered actually being nervous. “Nice to me you I’m…” He committed your name to memory instantly. For some reason he was determined then to know you. You weren’t giving off any of the receptive emotions he was use to. Instead you had felt guarded and before he could get you to say anything else you went back to your phone. You were ignoring him, and so easily. No matter how cliche it felt he liked you more for it. Each encounter had you opening up a little more. You went from ignoring him after a few sentences to playfully bantering here and there. It felt like he was making progress but he was beginning to wonder why any type of progress made him so happy. That couldn’t be good, couldn’t be healthy. He tried to figure out what his endgame was.

He scratched his chin and tried to think about anything else. It was bright outside, the light was filtering in through his curtains across his face. The girl he had slept with last night was tucked into a restful fetal position, she was also hogging all the covers. He saw no point in waking her up, he was feeling blissful and a little lazy after feeding off of her energy. His control was back, the on edge feeling erased. Hopefully it would last longer then a day this time. It was beginning to worry him that he needed energy sooner and sooner after absorbing it from someone. In the past he would go a whole week after one night but now he was lucky if he got two days worth. The thought was worrying so he pushed it away. He just needed to make sure he kept on his guard. The girl in his bed shifted and groaned. He patted her head and she sighed. He always had to be so careful with the amount he took from someone. She turned over and smiled at him before she stretched and got up. He gazed after her and tried his best to remember her name.

The races were loud. The usual noises, talking and laughing, people shouting, engines revving. He had been so buoyant that morning but the feeling had dwindled. He chewed his lip ring and tried his best to just let the noises wash over him. There was comfort in the familiar. He came to the races for the thrill. Charming humans had gotten boring but using his heightened senses to really push a car to its limit was challenging. Plus it made for a good location to find partners. A win all around for him truly. There was a laugh that sort of sailed above the rest and his eyes snapped open. He had been trying to focus himself. It bothered him to feel you on the edge of his senses. Your energy was like a pulse to him the strength of it only grew when he got closer. He leaned forward to look out of his car window. He was sure you were close. In typical fashion you weren’t laughing with people, your eyes were firmly glued to your phone. You laughed again so loud that the one group of people around you looked over in curiosity. His hands were working at the lock on his door. He stepped out and tried not to head straight for you. That would be incredibly awkward. He wasn’t going to race today, he had only come to find someone new. He had rules about avoiding you but your laugh was pulling him closer and closer. By the time you looked up he was there. “Oh,” and your smile diminished. He could feel your heart pickup and he didn’t feel an outright wave of animosity. He cocked his head and tried to make his smile harmless, “hey,” he brushed some of his hair back, “are you up today?” He asked. You shook your head. “No,” you shoved your phone away, “what about you?” He heard what you said but he was also stuck on the way you were chewing your bottom lip. “No, but I was bored tonight so I came anyways.” He pushed his hands into his pockets, “guess I’ll have to bother you all night.” He chuckled and half expected you to be annoyed with the prospect. Instead you shrugged and indicated the vacant space next to you. “Sure, I’m not gonna stop you.” You said.

It was probably the worst idea to give into the curious pulling feeling you felt in your stomach. But it was hard to resist him when he cocked his head and smiled like that. He was in fitted dark jeans, Doc Martins, and a comfy looking white sweater. His legs looked a million miles long. Unfair. His dark hair still looked damp presumably from a shower. You blushed thinking about it, do not imagine him in the shower…He shivered next to you and let out a deep sigh. The tug you felt around him was pulling tight. You leaned a little closer and put your hand on his arm, “you cold?” It was the only thing you could think to say. His mouth kicked up into a smirk, he shook his head, “really hot actually.” He blinked slowly, his tongue peeked out passing over his lower lip. His skin did feel really warm under your hand. You took your hand back, crossing them a little under your chest. It took a lot of will power for you to focus on anything but the tension. Look at the cars or the people laughing or- “Did you get anything to eat before you came?” He nibbled at his lip ring absently, “I’m kinda starving.” Don’t give in. You wouldn’t be able to survive the pull in a car. It was too close and even though you were mostly sure you wouldn’t beg for his touch, it was very very dangerous to chance it. As much as your mind was racking up all the reasons getting into the car with him was a bad idea there was the part of you that urged you to try racing in the first place. The adrenaline hungry part of your nature was whispering all sorts of ideas. If you can race a car through city streets multiple times and keep your nerve then what was riding with Hanse. Nothing. Not a single thing to worry about. “I guess I could eat.” You finally said, you stretched your arms over your head and tried your very best loosen up, “I can’t remember what I had for dinner.” “Awww, then we have to get something really good.” His eyes were sparking, the darkness in them seemed to glitter.

He licked his lips enjoying the roll of emotions you sent his way. They were like flavors on his tongue. First curiosity, sweet but subtle it made him want to lean over and taste more. Then there was the nervousness, butterflies, also subtle. He smacked his lips and savored the strongest flavor…lust. Truthfully it was the most familiar to him but at the same time coming from you it was much different. The effect was making him sluggish, the flavor starting to cloud his mind. “Can I roll down the window?” Your voice, far away. He nodded then became instantly angry that he agreed. The wind blasted your scent away and it returned some of his higher thought. Not a lot of higher thought but enough that he leaned more to his side of the car, he didn’t want to scare you away. He was hungry for you but not hungry enough to push too hard. “Do you do anything else besides race?” His hands were firmly on the wheel. “Like do you have a day job?” “A tea shop downtown.” When he looked over your eyes were gazing out of the window, “what about you? What do you do during the day?” You asked and the curious feeling he tasted before intensified. “Work on my car usually, sometimes I work on other people’s too for some extra cash.” And try to make sure whatever partner he had that night (if he had one) was ok before they left. He was an Incubus but that didn’t mean he had to be an asshole. He knew of others who could care less about their partners, who drained them until they could barely function. The idea made his skin crawled. Besides being a shitty thing to do, it definitely wasn’t smart. Eventually a human would get wise about why they were feeling so crappy after sex. None would make the leap that they were being attacked by a demon, but still they would realize something wasn’t right. The other’s of his kind lived nomadically. Wondering and feeding with no solid address. Because he wasn’t greedy it was easy to keep a little apartment, and even some friends. He was proud of the little life he had carved out for himself. “That sounds nice, I need to dedicate more time to tune ups.” You said. He took the corner a bit too quickly and felt a spike in your energy. Anger. He looked at you again, confusion etching his face. “Whats wrong?” He spoke before he realized maybe he shouldn’t have let on about feeling what you felt. “Nothing.” The word was firm. The anger spiked harder. There was a perfect spot near the restaurant, he paralleled smoothly into the space showing off a little. When he put his car into park he revved the engine until you glared at him. He couldn’t help himself he liked the way your anger tasted. “I said something that bothered you?” He asked. You set your lips and shook your head slowly. So stubborn. Anybody would be putty in his hands, melting, begging. “You didn’t say anything that bothered me.” The emphasis you put on ‘say’ made him lean forward. “I did something that made you upset?” The way you pursed your lips briefly before huffing out a breath. “You took a tighter line on the last turn.” Your eyebrows pulled together, “I was going to win.” He made a very exaggerated “oh” face, “second place still isn’t bad.” He played with his lip ring and shrugged, “you still cracked the top 5,” he lifted his hand and ever so gently tapped the tip of your nose, “you should be proud of yourself.” The touch stunned you in such a cute way. He could close the distance, the anger was mixing with something else. He leaned away and turned the car off, “aren’t you hungry?”

It felt like tides, rising, falling. Back then forth, push and pull. Maybe you would be dizzy with someone else but with Hanse it kept you engaged. He teased you but did it in such a way that you couldn’t muster up any real anger. You couldn’t decide if his flirting was just a joke or if it was him actually shooting his shot. “Why pancakes?” He asked. “Because I like breakfast food,” you started cutting your pancakes purposefully, “it’s good any time of day.” “A little rebel.” He mused. You poured syrup and shook your head, “pancakes don’t make me a rebel.” “Being in the races does.” He countered then sipped from his milkshake. You frowned. “Don’t make that face,” He warned, “It’s way too cute.” Then without skipping a beat, “you really work on your on car?” You let the cute comment go and nodded, “yeah and I buy my own parts, I have to work on it myself.” You spoke in between bites. “Keeps me busy.” Your lips felt sticky from the syrup and you took a moment to lick your them. “Who taught you about cars,” when you looked up he was leaning forward, his focus was very clear. He was watching your mouth pointedly. “The internet.” The sentence didn’t come out as snarky as you wanted it to be. All your snark evaporated apparently when he looked at you like you were a treat. Your stomach felt like it was tied into shivering knots. There was the curiosity pulling you to lean forward and forget about your pancakes. “You can really learn a lot on the world wide web.” It was his turn to laugh, “I guess you’re right.” He granted. He looked down at your plate, “be nice,” he leaned in, your heart picked up speed, “let me have the last bite?” It was like a scene out of one of those cheesy romance movies. You speared the last few pieces and floated the fork towards his mouth. He had such a nice mouth, it was unfair in a way. Attractive and funny, the universe really gave other people all the gifts. He opened his mouth and bit down, an appreciative hum came from him while he chewed. “Good?” You asked, knowing that he was either going to say something funny or something to make you burn hotter than you already were. “I really like sweet things.” He kept his eyes on you and it felt like you weren’t out in public at a little cafe. He traced his finger down your hand and seemed satisfied when you shivered. “Instead of going back to the races,” he started to trace his finger back up as he spoke, “we can head to my place and see what else is sweet?”

You didn’t say no. It would have been impossible and in the end pointless. There was nothing wrong with exploring this feeling. The lusting part of you explained away your willingness easily. A one night stand with Hanse wasn’t going to kill you. Not sleeping with him wasn’t going to win you any awards either. So you might as well give in and treat yourself to something nice. He drove with one hand on your thigh and you didn’t protest the contact. The warm weight of his hand made your stomach flutter. His head bobbed to the music on the radio and he beamed pleasantly. Every so often he gave you thigh a little squeeze, and the flutter in your stomach happened decidedly lower in your body when he did that. “Can I ask you something?” He glanced over at you and nodded, “sure.” “The other day before the race we were talking, and then you just turned and walked away,” He made a thinking face then blushed. You couldn’t believe it, but yes, that was a blush. The color spread from his ears to his cheeks. Now you really had to know, “are you blushing?” “It’s embarrassing.” He offered. “Tell me!” You sat up straighter and waited, “please? You can’t blush like that and not say why.” It felt like he was stalling. Which made you want to know even more. He turned into a parking structure and revved the engine again. The ramp was curved and he took it fast enough to make you sit back. Round and round, up and up until he got near the top. His parking spot was right near the elevator. His car fit like a glove. “Smooth.” You commented, “but don’t think I forgot the question.” You warned. He rolled his eyes, gave your thigh one last squeeze, and then hopped out. He walked around and opened your door before you could. “Come on,” he pulled your hand, “I’ll tell you if you insist.” He granted. He pulled you along the beige hallway, humming to himself as he went. The building felt lived in and warm. Not like the trendy high rises downtown. He stopped at number 577 and pulled his keys out, “it’s a little messy,” he warned. “I’m sure it’s fine.” It was fine. His little living room and kitchen were very neat. Yeah there was a basket of clean clothes that he looked like he was folding next to the couch and maybe one dirty dish or two in the sink. You took your shoes off, following his example and padded in. Past the living room was a hallway that you guessed led to the bathroom. “Can I use your restroom?” You asked. He nodded and quickly pointed you in the right direction, “straight back.” He said.

He washed his hands at the kitchen sink, the familiar motions helped him slow his mind down to focus. Your scent and the flavor that came with it felt like it was filling his apartment. It made the other part of him, the supernatural part push to the forefront. This part of him was bored with the flirting game. This part of him was impatient. It craved the pleasure, and washing his hands helped him keep calm. He had no idea his evening was going to go this way, and when he went over how you had ended up in his apartment he couldn’t quite figure out what made you agree to come with him. He hadn’t used any of his power, he just liked talking to you. The banter was fun and felt completely natural. He didn’t have to force himself to pay attention, he seemed to just naturally hang on every word, and laugh at all of your jokes, and- “Your apartment is really nice.” He turned to the sound of your voice and tasted lust like a candy melting on his tongue. You stood leaning against the cabinets behind him. You didn’t look particularly sinful but you certainty were giving off lust in waves. “So, you said you would tell me why you ditched me last time.?” You played with your fingers and he smelled your nervousness before he tasted it. A little tart. He pulled a hand through his hair and tried to think of a way to explain. “Don’t lie.” You warned. He swallowed, he could tell you a part of the truth. Get closer he allowed himself to take a few steps. “It’s embarrassing.” He tried to pout but failed when you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “It’s fine, I'm too curious now.” He had planned on stopping ahead of you, so that he could keep some space between the two of you. But his body had other plans he ended up leaning forward placing his hands on either side of the counter, caging you in. “You smelled really good.” He said. That was enough of the truth to make him feel like he wasn’t lying. He watched you consider his answer, it was harder and harder for him to concentrate. He titled his head and really inhaled every bit of you. “Good?” The little sing song way you echoed the word made his body shudder. You turned your face up and his lips were only inches away. He felt so starved for you. “So good,” He licked his lips and moved as deliberately as he could. He had enough control to stop himself if you wanted him to. You said nothing only met him the rest of the way and kissed him like he had never been kissed before. The rush was better than any race, any amount of speed he had pushed his car to. It was better then the first time he tasted lust. Your lips were everything. The perfect amount of softness and pressure. He felt your hands in his hair pulling him closer, you wanted him just as much and when you pulled away to bite at his lower lip he almost lost his mind. He worked your mouth living for the little hums you made. You moaned when he dragged his kisses down your neck. The sound made him shudder again, he could taste your energy. So close already. He kissed you right at your pressure point then bit down. The shock of it made you shiver. Your hands were around his neck now, pulling him in tightly. He put his hands to your butt and lifted you to sit on the counter. Better. More access, you threw your legs around his waist. Every soft sigh and little moan you let out made him want more in the worst way.

He held you on the counter, not sure how much time was passing until you pulled away, “bedroom.” He blinked at the word, the rational none pleasure focused part of his mind needed a moment to catch up. You touched his face, and stared into his eyes, “wow, your eyes look-” He closed them, willing the demon part of himself back. Of course you would notice. It was his fault, his mistake to kiss you in a well lit kitchen. He almost laughed at himself. You didn’t give him enough time to do that, you ghosted your lips over his again and whispered, “let’s go back to the bedroom.” He opened his eyes and slipped his arms around your waist. “Don’t judge me-” “Don’t even start, this place is spotless compared to mine.” The mixture of feelings he tasted and smelled from you almost scrambled his brain again. Taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom seemed like the biggest effort but he managed it. You followed, “you know you have a envelope like right in your bathroom sink, did you put it there so you wouldn’t forget to mail it?” He paused and looked down at you, “an envelope?” Luckily his place wasn’t too big. He only had to take a few more steps to see the big gold envelope. You had tried to place it back in its original spot but it had fallen to the floor. A chill crept its way up his spine. Your hand holding his felt like an anchor. “Hanse?” Distantly he heard you calling his name. You couldn’t see the writing on the front of the envelope. It was a sort of script that hid itself from humans very well. “Do, Hanse please open immediately.” He bent down and picked it up. Bad news, all bad news came in gold envelopes. “What is it?” You asked. You sounded worried and he knew he couldn’t keep ignoring you. “Well,” he swallowed and tried to find some of his usual humor, “how do you feel about an adventure?” “An adventure?” You cocked your head and he smelled curiosity. He nodded, “yeah an inconvenient one?” He fully expected you to let his hand go. You would yell at him for wasting your time then demand to be taken back to your car, and he would miss out on ever getting you in his apartment again. Miss out on the way you taste and all the energy he could feel just brimming under your skin. But on the other hand once you yelled, got back to your car, and decided to never speak to him again he knew you would be safe. He could live with that in a way, he had lived long enough to understand that being greedy never worked out in the end. He waited and you stared at him. Any second now…

You shrugged, “why not? I’m not doing anything I guess.” It was his turn to be absolutely baffled. You squeezed his hand, “as long as I get a prize at the end.” “A prize?” He thought that over. “Yeah, I’m not gonna be inconvenienced and get nothing for it.” You hugged his arm and for a moment he wasn’t so mad at the summons. An adventure meant more time…

#Do Hanse #Arie writes #fanfiction #kpop fanfic #victon #victon fanfic #a gift for a friend #Night Rides

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#visnelimeybuzz #motorcycle #nighttime #night rides #street lights

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chloesimaginationthings · 5 months

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FNAF 2 movie predictions,,

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #abby schmidt #the marionette #the puppet #fnaf puppet #balloon boy #coryxkenshin #fnaf #fnaf fanart #fnaf movie #fnaf 2 #five nights at freddy's #Abby can’t stop taking car rides with animatronics #promise the puppet is chill (probably)

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sprout-fics · 4 months

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Neighbors Alpha Ghost except he’s extremely polite for a man who is the biggest scariest alpha you’ve ever met. Alpha Ghost who’s lived beside you for years and has developed a rapport of trust with you, the sweet omega that lives next door. Ghost, who trusts you to watch over his place when he’s deployed and in return he helps you repair the various odds and ends in your place. Ghost who routinely asks you if you need anything from the store, and in return you give him baked sweets to take to base.

Ghost who’s gone for weeks at a time for work and you try not to entertain the idea that he may not come back, that one day you’ll wake up to your landlady emptying out his apartment and learning the hard way that you’ll never see him again. Ghost who always comes back, and feels a warm flush of fondness at the relief on your face when you see him again.

Ghost who once came home to find you cornered in the stairwell by an alpha you’d rejected, your face horrified at the things your would be suitor was snarling at you. Ghost who bodily hauled the smaller alpha down the stairs and threw him into the street with a snarled warning to never return, fangs bared beneath his mask. Ghost who returned to make sure you got home safe, and the next day helped you install a secure deadbolt for your safety.

Ghost who allowed himself a rare encounter that night when you hugged him in thanks, swallowing down tears and apologizing for the hassle. Ghost, who’s thought of the moment ever since, of how nice you smelled, how the feeling of you in his arms felt right.

Ghost, who hears you through the thin wall you two share a few weeks later, crying your eyes out. When you answer his gentle knock your face crumples. You confess that said rotten alpha showed up to your job and made a scene, and you were reluctantly let go because of the disturbance. Ghost, who for all his cold hearted demeanor and apathetic nature, feels only anger when you tell him this. Silently, Ghost vows to track down the fellow and discreetly ensure he’ll never hassle another omega again.

Ghost who stays at your request despite himself, allows you to put on old TV reruns and sniffle into his shoulder before you fall asleep there on the couch. Ghost, who’s instincts swell with pride at this omega who deems him safe enough to let into your den, to keep you safe while you rest against him.

Ghost who hears from you a week later, when you knock on his door embarrassed but standing strong with your fists clenched at your sides. Ghost, who is amused at your demeanor and listens as you tell him you have money for rent and groceries this month, but not for your suppressants. Ghost half expects you to ask for money, but is floored when you instead steel yourself and ask him to help you with your coming heat because you trust him. Ghost who freezes where he stands and finally tells you he’ll consider it, unable to shake your pleased smile for hours afterwards.

Ghost who sits on it for a few days, ignores the possessive, prowling thing in his chest as he weighs his options but agrees to help you. Ghost, who watches Price raise an eyebrow when he puts in for leave- his lieutenant who never seems to stop working, but approves it anyways. Ghost who researches what omegas need during heats, from nesting supplies to physical touch to…everything else and tries to remind himself it’s just a favor. It doesn’t mean anything, even if you asked him out of everyone else you know.

Ghost who gets a text on a lazy Sunday morning and is in your flat five minutes later willing but oddly nervous. He expects to find you in a state of debauchery but instead pads into your bedroom to find you curled under the covers sweating and glassy eyed, still coherent to smile and offer a weary thanks. Ghost who supplies a bag of scent laden clothes that has you curling into his familiar smell with a pleased whine. Ghost who tries his best at making you food while you arrange the clothes into a nest with sluggish limbs.

Ghost, who stiffly sits at your bedside and dabs at your sweaty brow, ignoring the flare of base instinct at the sweet, hypnotic smell of an omega in heat. His omega, his instincts purr. Just not yet. Ghost who cedes to your demands to cuddle, watching you go pliant and soft in his arms with a sigh, drinking in his scent as you drift off to sleep.

Ghost who wakes up hours later to you squirming and whining against him, panting and hazy eyed as the telltale scent of slick clouds his nose and draws an answering, primal growl from deep in his chest. Ghost who, with great restraint and gentleness works to prep you with large, calloused fingers, taking more time that he should just to make sure you’re ready. Ghost who firmly hushes your complaints and instead allows himself the selfish act of being completely involved in you, far beyond that of a clinical touch. Ghost who smears your tears of desperation with his thumb, murmurs a dark and heady “pretty omega” before finally, finally sinking into you.

Ghost, who maneuvers you as he pleases, watching the awareness fade from your eyes only to be replaced by heat-addled lust and your lips begging for more. Ghost who braces his full weight on you and rocks with slow, powerful motions that have you hiccup and writhe under him, pushing back onto his cock. Ghost who’s fangs pop out as he carefully refuses the instinct to bite the gland of the mewling, whimpering omega underneath him, but failing to restrain the instinctual growl of MINE that thunders in his chest.

Ghost who makes you come so slick dribbles down your thighs and you fist the sheets with a whimper of his name. Ghost who coos praises into your ear and grinds his cock into you so your eyes roll back into your head. Ghost who has you come twice more before he finally empties himself into you and silently feels the instinctual hope that it takes. Ghost who has no need to measure his stamina, ready to go again in minutes as you reach blindly for him, presenting oh so prettily for your alpha.

Ghost who takes all the time in the world for the days that follow, allowing himself to cave to the alpha instinct of providing, protecting, caring for the perfect little omega in his care. Ghost who watches you like shark as you fall asleep in the bath, sitting you in his lap after and making you eat before sinking you on his cock again. Ghost who coos at you as you go slack jawed and glassy eyed as he mounts you once more- ruining the sheets he just changed as you gush around him.

Ghost who wakes on the third day sore in all the best ways, noticing the way you cling to him like an octopus as you sleep. Ghost who pets at you fondly and noticed the scent of your heat finally ebbing away, blissfully shortened by his attentions. Ghost who watches your peaceful face and once more purrs happily at the thought that you’re his.

Ghost who can’t help but think about the next time he’s due to rut, about stretching you out on his knot and feeling the sensation of you clench down on him in climax. Ghost who reminds himself that it’s only one thing to look forward to, that courting is a careful process and that you deserve to be treated well in the duration of it. Ghost who now lays a palm on your scent gland and rumbles deep and primal, fulfilled at you being soaked in his scent, warding off any other alphas. Ghost who promises you and himself to do this right, to be the mate you need him to be.

Ghost who drifts back off thinking how beautiful his claiming bite might look against your throat.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #drabbles #I wrote this last night on my phone in the ride home bc I couldn’t wait to get to my laptop #random but enjoy

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sanchoi21 · 8 months

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Night Rides

Toji Fushiguro x reader, fluff.

Tonight Toji took you on a night ride. It was a regular occurance for you both as you found the night time very calming. Days were good and filled with office works for you both but nights were yours. You both could enjoy yourself however you want, under the moonlight.

Since before you met Toji, you always had a fascination for night rides. You only dreamt of going on one because yours parents never let you out after night falls. Because it's too dangerous. They are right in one way, but now that you had a strong husband to protect you by your side, there is no such fear anymore.

Toji was the one who first fulfilled this dream of yours. He was someone who always used to find comfort in night times as it was quite and all the noises from morning were now nowhere to be found. The empty streets which were lit up with a few street lights, the sleeping city filled with silence and calmness, the tranquil wind which was cool to his skin, the dim lights of shops and restaurants, the millions of stars in the sky, along with the moon which shone brightly above him, Toji loved it all. That's why he wanted to share this joy with you so he invited you on a night ride for the first time. You were nervous as well as excited, you trusted your husband to keep you safe. And that first night ride with him was the most memorable and beautiful, even better than what you had dreamt off.

Today too, you both decided to go on a night ride, as tomorrow was weekend. By now you had tightly hugged his waist while he was driving his blue motorbike at a good speed. It wasn't a dangerously fast pace, but good enough to make you feel electric. As the night air brushed past your face and hair, you felt calm again. You unconsciously were gripping him very tightly and feeling his smooth abs under your touch. Touching him wasn't intentional, it's just that your habitual to it. Toji smirked, feeling your hands going up and down his entire figure while he was riding the bike. It was hard to focus on the road ahead as you tightly gripped him from behind. So he commented, " Sweetheart, if you keep that up longer you are gonna knock the air outta me!! I can't focus on the road ahead. So can you please grip me a little softly??" Hearing his question you zoned out of your daze and blushed furiously at his comments. You replied," Y-Yeah s-sure!" Toji replied cockily, " You know, we can continue later right?" You could definitely tell that he was smirking just by hearing his voice, you just hummed shyly and hugged him softly now.

He stopped by a small restaurant which was open at night. You both sat there and placed your orders. You took corn dog and a ramen bowl. While Toji ordered his favorite takoyaki and kimchi rice. You both shared your dishes and had a nice talk about your worklife and other personal things. After finishing dinner Toji payed and you both began you ride again.

This time Toji headed towards other road, which you thought he took by mistake. But to your very surprise, once the dimly lit road ended you saw the waves clashing on the shore. There was a vast ocean in front of you, of which you didn't had the slightest idea that it was this close to your neighborhood. But in reality it was quite far away, because of Toji the time that had ticked off was not noticed by you, being too lost in him, had it's own demerits.

There were many food stalls around near the road. Toji quickly parked and asked you to wait for a bit. He soon came with a small bag in his hands and started riding towards the beach.

At night there weren't many people at the beach. It was peaceful and quite. Toji selected a spot where the was no one to disturb you both. You helped him put a mat on the soft sand and you both sat down on it. Toji handed you icecream which he had bought just a while ago. You stared at the cone in your hand thinking how thoughtful he is, as you wanted this flavour a week ago when you couldn't find any at grocery store last monday. You both simply sat there savouring the delicious taste of your ice cream.

The street lights reflected in the ocean water with the night breeze running wild, you found yourself leaning on his shoulder. To which he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. The dark waves hit the shore making clashing sounds. The moon which adorned the sky, looked like million pieces of diamonds in the inky ocean water, with street lights adding to its sparkle. The only sound you could hear was the waves and your lover's heartbeat. His heartbeat was gentle and it somehow always calmed you down giving you a sense of security and safety around him. The silence around you was truly refreshing. It felt like not a single soul existed around you two, as if you both were alone in this entire world.

As your eyes met Toji's, you found yourself lost in his emrald gaze. Those eyes which held only affection for you, shone more brightly than any other stars ever could. You just stared af him lost in his beautiful eyes. He gently traced a finger along your cheek and tugged a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

Y/n: Toji... This is really very beautiful. Thankyou for bringing me here.

Toji: I always wanted to bring you at night here. It's truly beautiful isn't it?

Y/n: You know what Toji, it indeed is very beautiful and quite here but for me you are the most beautiful one. This scene wouldn't be as beautiful as it is now, without you in it.

Hearing your comments, it was now Toji's turn to blush, he looked so cute when he blushed roses, it was indeed an rare occurrence but not an impossible one.

He gently pulled you forward and kissed your lips, to which you responded with passion. After staying in eachother's presence for a while, as sleep overtook you, Toji woke you up and asked you to sit in front of him while riding back home. You comfortably sat in front of him while leaning your head back on his shoulder. He carefully rode you both back at home.

Toji was your home. He had made your four walls of house to be called as home. Once you both had returned, you straight headed towards the bed after changing into your night clothes. He did the same. After shutting of all the lights in the house Toji returned to the bedroom to see you fast asleep on your bed. He smiled to himself thinking that how cute you look fast asleep like that. He laid beside you kissing your forehead. Before he could turn to his side of bed, you hugged him tightly and snuggled in his chest. "Still wanna hold me tightly, love? Ok then I'll do the same!" Saying this Toji engulfed you in his embrace and soon drifted off to sleep with you following you to dreamlands.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro #jjk fushiguro #Night rides #Sleep #Comfort #Fluff #Toji x reader

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