#their love makes it look so purple ♥️

[lifeandlies-of-regulusblack]

Honey, you bring the worst out of me ♥️

JEGULUS. Enemies to enemies in lust with each other. Toxic, mutual obsession. Jegulus who hate each other's guts. None of them are good to each other and they don't try. CW: NSFW. SMUT AT THE END. According to James, Regulus is a death sentence. Poor guy.

Jegulus who spit in each other's mouths.

James and Regulus who tolerate each other for Sirius' sake.

James, who tells Regulus to let his brother go, if he ever truly loved him. Who tells Regulus to stop being selfish and set Sirius free. That when Sirius looked to the future, he was facing James. Not him.

Regulus, who taunts James because he can never be just Sirius' brother. That Sirius' outright refusal to choose between them is because he can't love James enough to fill the hole Regulus will leave in his life. Sirius is stuck right in the middle and it was James, who Sirius felt needed to be reminded — that he wouldn't choose between them.

Jegulus who inevitably end up bloodied and battered by each other's fists. Hands gripping the other close as they peer into each other's eyes. Resentment. Loathing. Themselves. They see perfectly as they look.

James, who hates the way Regulus puts himself above others as he says it's his birthright to do so. He's sick of the surety in Regulus' calm admittance that he only cares about the people he loves, the rest be damned.

Regulus, who loathes Potter's insistence that his every moral thought be followed. He watches as James proudly proclaims that people can simply be beaten and fought into submission until they know right from wrong. Regulus who takes sick, sick pleasure as he casts a deep cutting curse the moment James decides he couldn't stomach Regulus' indifference.

Regulus, who realizes that no one can ever make his blood sing the way James does whenever their fires burn in each other's presence.

—

James, who dreams about pale skin with deep, purple bruises he put on there. He thinks of how he'd love to see more of it. More skin. More bruises.

Regulus who takes satisfaction in seeing the scar his curse leaves on James' brown skin. He thinks, he should've cut deeper.

—

Jegulus who look for each other everywhere. Who wait for each other every time. Who feel the violence singing, calling to each other. And, something else — the urge to maim, to mark, to hurt, to touch.

James who won't let anyone near Regulus because he doesn't deserve that kind of love, while the other merely steals away the people attracted to James' burning. Regulus is a star, he burns brightly too. James can starve. They orbit each other, just as well as they keep people away from each other. They've done well in making sure they don't have anyone else but themselves.

—————•

Regulus, who, upon graduation, decides he wants to study in France, then Germany, then... Then Egypt. Sirius sees him off with a tight hug, afraid to let his brother go so far, for so long. Remus is standing steady just beside Sirius ready to catch him after Regulus leaves, while Peter quietly takes a picture of the two brothers' first, real goodbye.

And James is there. Staring. Hungry. Left unsatisfied. Regulus simply decided there was nothing to stick around for. James was unworthy of much else.

—

Regulus hears the bustling of a foreign city, well awake late into the night, outside his bedroom window. Paris. Regulus really did it. Tomorrow, he'll be gone, off to a small province in the country to look for a woman who they say teaches potions only to five people every four years. Perenelle Flamel is a madwoman, and whatever happens, she'll be teaching six instead of five. He'll make sure.

Regulus looks into the future with hunger. Ambition ringing through him, pushing, pulling.

But also, right now, alone with himself —

(tan skin, mocking smiles, derisive sneers, and hands that could bruise. words he knew to expect, deflect, and return with the same ugliness. his blood running hot at the sight of him, as they respond to each other merely being in the same room. he wants to mark him.)

He's bored.

—

The crack of apparition jolts Regulus awake. It's 2 am and he's in Berlin. He smiles.

"You left."

"Five months ago, yes, I did. You were there. So your savage brain finally caught up, good for you. What? Couldn't take it?"

"You left with unfinished business, you ran like a coward."

Hmm?

"I left because you were a bore."

—

Regulus will not moan. He will not clench around James' length as the other man grunts over him, hitting his prostate again and again. He will not give any sign of his pleasure away. Regulus decides right in the throes of ecstasy, that James will hunger for what he can't have. His toes curl and he fights to remain cold, careless, and spiteful.

"You're shaking, you know? Quivering like the slut you are," James whispers into his ear, the last few words tapering into a rough moan. The man has set a relentless pace, merely pinning Regulus down into his bed, only exerting enough effort to free himself and sink into Regulus' hole. James pauses, choosing to do so with a harsh thrust in, before grinding deeper, making sure he's pressing up into that one spot that has Regulus spasming — legs cramping underneath the man's weight as he twitches. He can't help it, he opens his mouth to let out desperate heaving breaths.

"There we go," James smiles into his shoulder.

Hands grip onto his hips tight enough to bruise, and careless enough to have nails digging into his flesh, and James goes right back to fucking him as hard as he can.

Regulus moans, "No, stop." He fucking hates this, giving James any sort of satisfaction. He fucking hates it. But he's been fighting every single spasm for so long his body's simply seizing up as it gives in to the onslaught of James' hard fucking. His own cock is trapped beneath his body, sensitive to the damp sheets as he's been leaking copiously, precum fucked out of him, and it's a harsh sensation to a warm cock, teetering to orgasm.

He's caught, pinned down, no — held down. And James won't stop.

A hand roughly grabs on to the back of his neck, pushing his face down as James props himself up to change angles. It's awful it's too much. Regulus opens his mouth, he breathes cotton in, gasping for breath. Muscles tighten into familiar spasms and he can feel his legs cramping against James'.

"I'm gonna cum," he hears him say.

He's trapped. He can't help but feel the way James hammers inside of him, each time sparking delirious pleasure inside. It's too much and James, won't stop. He's relentless. Hungry.

It's the same hunger he baited since he left London for something else. The man fucking into him with wild abandon, Regulus thinks, came after him. All the way to Berlin. Thinking back to the day of his departure, he remembers seeing James' eyes over his brother's shoulder and knew he won.

He's not so sure now.

"Regulus," James moans.

Regulus comes first. And he comes screaming, as he whites out.

He hears smug laughter, and the fading sensation of a quickening pace as James fucks into him with vindictive glee.

—

He's beautiful, isn't he? James thinks as he looks down at the sleeping figure of Regulus Black. He was never really blind to the man's beauty, though knowing intimately how he goes about destroying people, it was just another part of him that he used as a weapon. It wasn't something James ever admired.

It was poisoned beauty and James was immune to the spectacle of it all.

"Passed out from a good fucking, you little slut."

All these years of relentless fighting. All the blood and bruises. The poison and venom. It all came down to this.

Granted, it was the best orgasm of his life. He's fucked men and women, separately, together, sometimes with someone else watching. All good fun. So he knows this was different, just from the way he needed to fuck Regulus — hungered and raged to be inside of him and hold him down, to have him, finally.

Still, now, as he looks at the man, he wants more. His fingers twitch at the desire to grab him awake and fuck him open again.

"I've marked you haven't I? Look at you and your precious little scar. Mangled and ugly, just like yourself. Did you keep it to remember me by? Did you like the way I made you bleed? Forget it. You followed me like a dog. A savage. To Berlin, you fucking idiot. You're mine now."

Hypocrite. Regulus had been leaving clues in all his letters to Sirius, well aware he'd be reading over his shoulder.

James knows that the hate is deep and mutual, having festered due to the person between them and their inability to love Sirius the way the other found acceptable, enough. They fight like wolves over the man they love more than themselves, a brother and a best friend.

And as men, outside of the person who brought them together, they're fundamentally (morally, socially, philosophically) incompatible. James cannot fucking stomach Regulus' inherent selfishness and ease of using cruelty to get what he wants. And he knows, he looks at James and sees someone he can get rid off.

Yet, like this, they inevitably, seek each other out.

You're mine.

What a death sentence.

When they're done with each other, James wonders what'll be left of them to salvage.

#regulus black #james potter #starchaser #jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus smut #regulus smut #marauders era fanfiction #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus headcanon #regulus headcanon #the black brothers #marauders era #sirius black #hp marauders #hp fanfiction #marauders era fic #dead gay wizards #my writing

[mymelodyisme]

Oh yeah! Random stardew valley headcanon:

I like to imagine that the mermaid pendants are actually infused with some ancient magic, and so gifting one to your true love was a huge huge deal. Then the story of its power kinda faded away overtime but the tradition stayed.

But that also doesn’t mean the magic isn’t there anymore. Whenever a pendant is given to a true love, it’ll change into the the colors of the couple as if blending their souls/energies because they became one 🥺

#that’s why I’m my myshane art mys has a predominantly blue but still pink pendant and Shane has more pink than blue and they blend together #their love makes it look so purple ♥️ #stardew valley #stardew valley headcanons #myshane♥️

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓 ♥️🌶 ┊makeout sessions + BKG꒱

『♡』 making out, praising, affection, slow making out bc I know katsuki absolutely loves it,

Slow hands find grip on the fat of your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles. The apartment AC whirrs, cooling the air around your warmed bodies. You puff out a short breath, hands trailing up his body.

Katsuki hums at the feeling of your hands on his chest, one hand coming to your lower back. He pulls you closer with a thick palm, licking into your mouth and savoring the way you taste.

Your lips break from his for only a moment, to breathe, before you’re back on him. Your thumb rubs over his nipple, once, then twice to get a reaction. He lets out a grunt and jostles you in his lap.

The TV long forgotten, murmuring in the background, you soak in everything he gives you. His thick fingers slide to grip your ass, pulling you closer, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

One of your hands comes to tug at his blonde roots and it makes him float. He kisses you, slow and lazy. He allows every noise you elicit to come to the surface, not bothering to suppress anything. You’re leaving a peck to his lips, slow and soft, and then trailing down his neck.

He hums again at your tongue on his skin. It makes him so hot and bothered- ready to spring into action. But today you’re moving so slow, the both of you. You’re taking your time like he’s going to disappear when you’re finished.

Katsuki resists the urge to buck up and allows you to suck deep purple and red splotches along his body. Unspoken rule that he’ll never bitch about the marks.

A thick, large hand finds his way to your hair and he lightly grips at the base of your skull so you’ll pull back and look at him. And god is he a sight to behold.

His lips are puffy and swollen, slick with spit. His face burns coral, prominent cheek bones and jaw line stinging with affection. And his eyes- oh, his eyes.

They stare into your own like he’s memorizing every detail of your existence. As if he was to carve a statue replica of you. And cherry irises flick down to your lips before his tongue is back in your mouth for the umpteenth time.

It makes a desperate, needy sound leave you. But in a slow, gentle movement he’s picking you up to lay you on your back. He takes special care to assure a pillow is under your head on the couch.

His hands wander, touching every part of your body he can in awe. And he starts to kiss, nice and easy again. Like he’s scared you’ll break if he moves too fast. He’s wearing the small, gold chain you got him for Christmas and it dangles, laying on top of your throat as he swallows up your love.

“My pretty little angel.” Katsuki murmurs, gruff and from somewhere deep within his soul.

You hum out in appreciation, arms winding around his neck and shoulders to pull him in. His length presses against your core but you make no effort to move.

You take the time to nibble on his bottom lip, massaging his shoulders with gentle hands. His hands take purchase on the back of your thighs and he rubs circles. His body, large and all muscle, lays so that he is slotted between you. Pressing against you in all the right places and ways, heavy.

“Yeah pretty ?” You gasp between kisses, and it’s got a sound one could only equate to a whimper coming from him.

“Prettiest thing on this earth, Katsuki.” And for the second time that day he whimpers, soaking in the praise.

He finds himself comfortable, ignoring the matter between his legs for the much more important one laid out in front of him. You invite him into your soul like he’s being offered tea and cookies.

You spend time like that, allowing one another to just be. To drink in praise and hold each other’s body so close it almost hurts. And Katsuki wonders what he ever did to deserve this.

Someone who’s willing to move slow, kiss him deeply and praise him all the while. It makes his head spin, his knees weak.

#kissing him nice and slow for an hour before you fuck??? yeah #masterlist #katsukiizmoon #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x y/n #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x yn #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo headcanon #bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine

[hazelfoureyes]

⟢Alastor x Cupid FemReader Tasked with making a demon believe in true love or you can’t return to heaven, things immediately go off the rails when you hurt yourself and Alastor catches one of your most troubling arrows; Mania

I managed to finish this despite, ya know, the aforementioned: (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

˚₊ · »-♡→ Week 1 and Week 2 (keep reading)

˚₊ · »-♡→Week 3 and Week 4 smut💦

˚₊ · »-♡→Week 5, Week 6, Week 7, and Epilogue smut💦

「warnings/promises: Alastor x CupidFemReader, broken bones, feet washing, normal sized Luci, you know the outfit in my PFP? You’re wearing that but soft purple and the bottom half is ambiguous because idk baby whatever you feel best in it’s your story, Husk has a bad time, Alastor has a bad time, You have a bad time, Charlie has a great time 👌🏼, not choking」

Minors this one is chill but the next two imma need you to Dni 💋 ♥️ 🧹lovingly

You had made a mistake, yes, but Hell? Really?

Sure, you had dropped an arrow into the water supply of a nunnery which did lead to some unholy behaviors. But! The nuns seemed quite happy. Wasn’t that the point?

Tossing you to Hell through a hastily opened portal was honestly unprofessional. You ended up dropping three stories, upside down, in front of a butcher's shop.

In the seconds between Sera telling you, ‘You can return when you’ve made a sinner believe in true love.’ and Lute kicking you square in the chest through the hell door, you thought it wouldn’t be so hard. True, you couldn’t use your arrows as that wouldn’t be “true love” and also too easy, even gods weak to your shots, but ultimately sinners were still human. Humans were pushovers! Pliable, gentle at their hearts, desiring love and tenderness. How bad could the naughty ones be? 

And then you landed shoulder first onto the pavement. It hurt. Things didn’t hurt in heaven…

Your arrows scattered, quiver spilling when you inverted. Wincing, you scrambled to grab as many as were within reach. Your right shoulder was burning, a new sensation.

You counted them by name as you gathered: Eros, Agape, Philia, Pragma, Philautia, Ludus, Storge… panic. 

ErosAgapePhiliaPragmaPhilautiaLudusStorge— Mania wasn’t there. Arguably the arrow that caused you the most trouble, the sting of Mania would cause a madness that led to obsessive behaviors, possessiveness, jealousy. 

Pulling yourself up, arrows clutched in one hand, the other holding the place near your collar was throbbing, your eyes were frantic in their search.

“What’s this?”

You finally looked up from the sidewalk, a man’s back to you before he turned. Bile rose and burned your throat as he pulled Mania from where it had pierced his chest pocket.

His eyes, shades of red heaven didn’t even entertain, made a simple trip from the arrow's head to your face.

The man went so still you thought for a moment he was a hologram, but you could see the tiniest rise and fall of his chest. A deer facing down a bright light, he remained frozen in place as you began to approach him.

“Excuse my manners, but that’s mine and I really need it back.” Your injured arm moved first and the pain made you see white, a cry so sharp people turned to look. He snapped back to his senses, and with an odd sound you couldn’t quite place, he seemingly disappeared into the ground.

Mania was left behind, shining smugly against the dirty pavement. You didn’t want to make a reach for it, fear flooding you. You’d never felt pain before.

You’d seen it in humans, but never in your existence had you experienced it. Would both arms hurt?

You let the left hand abandon its guarding place and grabbed the errant arrow. Tucking into an alley, you crouched and returned the arrows to their quiver with immense difficulty.

Okay, yes it was Hell but maybe you were a little paranoid. A sense of being watched wouldn't leave you even after you re-emerged from the darkness of the alley. 

The enormity of your task set in as you surveyed the area. You, an obviously heavenly creature even without your wings out on display, would need time to make anyone believe in any form of love. Where would you go in the meantime? And now injured for the first time in your life? How long would that need to mend?

Expanding your view, you saw the currently defunct doomsday countdown hovering above the embassy. Perfect, holy ground would atleast keep you safe for the night, which was falling with a malignant speed.

They couldn’t have given you some time to change? Or pack a set of clothes? Your short sleeved button up a (literally) glowing shade of white was attracting too much attention, golden sandals now cloudy from various fluids across Pentagram city’s streets. Your heart shaped overalls a powdered purple, you looked like an adult child among a sea of very tired professionals. 

When you got to the embassy you only had one good arm to open the heavy doors, which unfortunately didn’t budge. Perhaps you needed two? Trying to muster up some adrenaline, you began to pant. Deep breaths like the women in labour you sometimes worked your magic on.

As soon as you gripped the handle you saw something that made you jump back, muscles flexing around whatever damage you’d done in your body from the fall. A large black snake? Some demonic squid’s appendage? Something unholy grabbed hold of the handle as soon as you had and gave such a tug the doors violently shook.

You spun around to the dark neighborhood behind you. Nothing. Turning back the thing was gone. And so was all of your hope. It was locked. The tears were unwanted and unnecessary, but just-- you were hurting so much, you were dirty, you were alone, and now essentially homeless.

If there was ever a reason to cry, you decided to let yourself have this one. 

The lamplights flickered and the entire street went pitch black. Because of course it did.

Hyperventilating now entirely without intention, you watched as one light to the left popped on with a static buzz. Desperate to be out of the darkness you ran to the spotlight. As soon as your foot entered the beam, the light beside it lit up. Your eyes wandered to heaven above, were they helping you? Had you not been entirely abandoned?

Of course! Yeah. They sensed you at the doors and sent off some guidance. How silly of you. Relief washed over you as you ran through the lights until your foot left one spotlight but the next hadn't popped on.

Twirling back to the embassy, you saw all of the lights shut off in succession behind you.

Just you and the one lamp now, and the glow of some TVs in the shop window to the right. What was the meaning of this? 

That weird sound you heard earlier but couldn’t place… electricity but dusty and barely contained. Your gaze was drawn to the radio in the shop window in front of you. You hadn’t noticed it until it buzzed to life. It lit up faintly, dial turning on its own until a high and smooth voice rang out, “Looking for your way to heaven? You’re in luck! The Hazbin Hotel is now accepting any and all willing to find redemption!”

This must have been the message, I mean, heaven was never good at being subtle.

“Just make your way to the left and toward the looming building atop the hill!”

Your head turned to your left and then up slightly. Bathed in red and white lights stood a behemoth of a building on the edge of a cliff.

Head still facing the hotel, your eyes flitted back to the radio.

“Reception is open 24 hours a day!”

You touched your arm, then patted at your pockets. Not a wallet or ID card on you. You were the 17th Cupid incarnation, why would you have a fucking ID card? But didn’t those places need such things? You’d seen every romcom earth had ever produced. There was always some issue with hotel check ins. 

“Not a red cent needed! We literally do not care who you are!”

Oh. Wait. Was this a trap?

“Created by the Lucifer Morningstar’s daughter! A foolish young woman who genuinely believes in reforming sinners!”

Lucifer?? The former angel, yes, but the word angel carried much more weight now. Perhaps he would have a modicum of pity given your circumstances.

You took an unsteady foot forward and toward the hotel when the street lights all buzzed back to life.

The path to the hotel was long, many demons stopping you on your way but quickly losing interest after a second or two of pestering you. You gave a silent prayer to the archangels for that blessing.

It must have been nearly 1am when you finally made it to the hotel’s doors. When you entered you found an empty reception desk and a poorly written note:

Before the bell’s hammer even hit the metal, a man popped up from behind the counter.

The man.

The man you shot with Mania.

“Welcome to th-,”

You were outside and leaving the awning before he could finish, but just as quickly as you left he appeared in front of you, “Still missing your manners?”

He blocked your path with his remarkable size. Why were demons so tall? What was the use of it?

“Deer got your tongue?” He bent over unnaturally at the waist.

“What?”

“Would you like-,” he began.

You walked around him and down the driveway. He moved briskly beside you, slowly growing larger and larger until his body was several stories tall and entirely blocking the gates of the premises.

A horror. Hell was full of horrors.

He crouched, large toothy smile now baring down at you.

If you stabbed him in the eye with an arrow, which would cause the least trouble? It was a rule to never give a double love bite but this was a dire situation.

But if you were sent to hell for a little nun love fest, what would purposefully stabbing a sinner do?

He rapidly shrank, hands coming to his front to catch a summoned microphone…Cane? Staff?

“You’re injured. Just, come back inside. I promise I don’t bite without consent.” His head cocked to the side, a quiet, “Usually” tacked on.

We’re you visibly hurt? How bad was it? You looked past him to where sounds of yelling and music were rolling up the hill.

“You don’t have many options, angel.” He hissed the word through clenched teeth. Disgust almost seemed to lace his voice, but why, then, was he offering help?

“Not an angel. Cupid. Different.” Kind of. You gave the quiver a shake.

“Ah yes. That explains why you shot at me earlier.�� A large hand came to your side and directed you to turn back around. He kept it there, pushing softly to keep you moving.

“I didn't shoot you.”, You huffed, crossing your arms before doubling over in pain. He stopped walking, hand resting now against your spine. Regaining your composure, you continued towards the hotel lobby, “My arrows fell out and…you caught one. With your body.”

“My pocket made quite the lucky catch. Now!” He snapped, a key appearing and floating into his hand with a sparkle of neon green, “Let’s get you to a room and cleaned up.”

“Do you work here?” You asked as he escorted you to one of the upper floors. The room was surprisingly clean and well decorated. You had expected a dingy highway motel. And while the room was largely dark wood and rich colors, it wasn’t as offensive as the rest of hell had been.

“Ah! My my, forgive me! I am Alastor, the radio demon and hotel manager here.” He bowed and offered his hand for you to place yours in. You did so without thinking, and he kissed your knuckles once but his mouth lingered over your flesh. Eyes half lidded, he glanced back up at you, “It is an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

There was no way to reverse Cupid’s arrows. Not by force. Love could only die by the hands of the ones who held it. Others could definitely bruise it, but ultimately it was up to the beholder. Mania was a little different, obsession could be dispelled by shattering whatever illusion the holder felt.

If the holder thought someone was the epitome of genteel chastity then a show of wanton sexuality could break the spell. If someone was convinced the object of their desire was very smart and savvy then acting ignorant could make the obsession fall flat. But there was no indication he had any illusions of you. Not yet, atleast.

Mania was now his, and he would keep it in his heart until he lost it or killed it. He could, technically, be possessed by, and be in the possession of, Mania for eternity. A sinner had never been shot before, that you knew of.

He didn’t noticeably react as you took back your hand. With a hum, he snapped again and you found a chair pulled up behind you and knocking into the back of your knees. You fell into the plush armchair, watching a metal basin of steaming water slide against your feet.

“Excuse you— ExcUU-,” you pulled your legs back but he pulled harder, Alastor removing your dirty shoes and tossing them off to the side like trash.

“You can't clean yourself with that broken collar bone. Allow me.” His hand gripped your ankles and dunked both into the water, “I insist.”

“It’s broken? How could I break a collarbone…,” the humor wasn’t lost on you, sinner washing holy feet, but your focus was entirely on the concept of a broken bone. 

“Falling twenty five feet head first, apparently.” Alastor rubbed soap into your calves.

“But I don’t break.” What happened to you, what had that kick into hell done? “You saw me? Also, that isn’t dirty.” you pointed at your calf.

“Peripherally.”

Did he mean the dirt or witnessing the fall? You sat in silence while he hummed, returning your feet to their original color. 

“Now,” he rose, patting his hands dry on a small towel, “Unbutton your top.”

Your expression was apparently quite loud, Alastor putting his hands up quickly, “Not like that. I’ve no interest in that sort of thing. I need to see your shoulder and upper chest.” He waited patiently, staring at you the entire time. His smile was so wide, teeth yellow and sharp. Unsettling. 

He really did look like he could eat you. You’d heard of such demons.

You slipped off the straps of your overalls, and began to open your shirt. He did away with the water, coming to kneel directly to your right as he watched. You couldn’t see anything without some kind of mirror. If it was bruised or swollen, it was out of your line of sight. Long clawed hands came to the front and back of your shoulder, pressing inward. You pulled away, a firm grip now as his right hand held at the left side of your waist.

“Are you a doctor?” Hotel manager and doctor would be an unlikely combo, but the day had been odd from start to finish.

A shake of the head, “But when I was alive, I did have quite a lot of experience with the inner workings of anatomy.” You grimaced, how could he say such sinister things with such a lovely voice? “Maybe not broken. But I’d say at least a fracture. Perhaps your heavenly body didn’t take full damage. It hurts when you move your arm, correct?” You nodded. 

He hummed, another click of his fingers and a fabric unfurled into his waiting hands. “Take it all the way off so I can set this.”

You were exhausted. The pain was gnawing at your nerves. No more fight in you, you just wanted rest, so you slipped off the shirt entirely and let him wrap your arm up into a simple sling. You were surprised his hands were so warm. Demons seemed like they’d be cold to the touch. Like lizards or pearls.

When he finished, you sitting in the large chair with your arm wrapped in a silky black sling, no shirt, and pastel purple heart-shaped overalls folded down your torso, you considered having another cry. You felt your chin tremble. You couldn’t recall ever crying from sadness before today.

It was just a mistake. You hadn’t meant to drop your arrow. Why were the archangels so angry? What’s some sex between nuns? 

Alastor bristled, hand coming to your cheek. It was an unwelcome gesture. You batted his hand away with your only free one, but he just sighed and set it on your thigh. You pushed it off, shooting him a glare. The audacity.

You thought you saw his eye twitch.

With what little energy was left in, you stood and open the door for him, “You have been very kind and helpful. Thank you very much. You can leave now.” Oh, right, “Please.”

He stood, pausing as he passed you. He was so tall. Shoulders wide. You felt your heart rate pick up. Even with two good collarbones you knew you couldn’t take him in a fight.

Alastor leaned down to your level, you backing up and into the door, “Until the morning.”

When he said it you had thought he was just going about formalities. But he wasn’t. You awoke some hours later to a knock. When you opened the door he was looming in your doorway again.

You tried to close the door but he put his foot in the gap, then a strong hand wrapped around the door’s edge and he pushed his way into the room.

You sputtered, arm flailing a little as you choked on which reaction to give first. You were undressed, in just your under things.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself further when you get dressed. I’ll undo the sling and help.” Closing the door he then spun back around to face you, smile as bright as it was earlier that same day. 

“No! Absolutely not! Leave! Please!”

As he guided your arm through the shirt, you struggled to process what had happened. One minute you were indignant and stubborn and then he was so close to you, hands warm and gentle, and then already he was untying the sling and your shirt was just there and-

“See? Wasn’t that easy? No harm in accepting help.” Alastor looked you over from top to bottom.  

“Accepting? What part of any of that did I accept.” You stood bottomless in a button up, trying to get the overalls from the hanger with just your left hand. His chest pressed into your back, nearly forcing you to fall into the armoire, to assist you.

“The part where you didn’t actively fight me. I think we can call that acceptance until you learn better.” His words shook through your ribs and to your front. 

Annoyance rose in your chest, what was he thinking? Humans had no right to touch you let alone a sinner. “You’re an eldritch horror, please back away from the divine creature before you.” Alastor laughed, backing away with the clothes in his hands. Hand out, you motioned for him to pass it over. He tossed it on the floor, and took a seat on the bed with crossed legs. “Oh, I see. You’re an asshole. Perfect.” Pretense gone, manners not needed.

You grabbed it with your left hand and managed to get both legs into it before slinking it up and onto your left shoulder. While you tried to figure out how to do the right side, realizing the flaw in your order of processes, Alastor leaned over and unhooked the left strap, overalls falling to the carpet with a soft thud. 

You stood there for several moments, staring at him with purple fabric pooled around your ankles, him staring at you with a shiteating grin.

After finally getting dressed, preferring to not think about how, you were followed down to the lobby. 

“Breakfast?” He asked, you both in the elevator as he hadn’t gone more than three feet from you since he entered your bedroom. 

“No, no appetite. I need to find Lucifer.” You were sure he could help somehow. Somehow he could do….something. Details about Lucifer’s powers and abilities, his strengths and skills were all kept hush-hush. But if nothing else, you could find someone who understood your position. 

Your hand was being vigorously shaken before the elevator doors even closed behind you. Charlie Morningstar was not what you expected.  Chipper and bright, she was bursting with energy. 

“Gentle, Charlie. Our dear Cupid is injured.” Alastor’s hand came to the small of your back. You reached back with your left hand and knocked it off of you. 

“Like, the real actual cupid?!” Charlie’s eyes were shining, you could almost see the hearts floating up around her face. You felt Alastor’s hand again, now on your hip. You took three steps to the right, slipping from his fingertips.

“Yes, that is exactly what I-.” You were cut off, Charlie launching into a speech about sinners and heaven and redemption and so much more you couldn’t process. 

The energy she gave us was very angelic, which was confusing. Until you saw her father entering the common area.

The most hated creature in all of creation. Your best hope for a tiny sliver of comfort. 

Alastor’s hand reached for yours, fingers trapping your wrist and stopping you from approaching the king of hell. 

You shook your arm. His hold stayed. You tugged. He was unaffected, talking to Charlie now about your injury as if you weren’t right there. 

As Cupid, or at least as a cupid, you weren’t physically strong. You really weren’t meant to exist for a long time, just for as long as your body held up to repeated trips to the human realm. But, in heaven, you were never capable of being harmed. And of course, on earth, you weren’t really corporeal so no harm could come to you. You weren’t built for tug of war with a 7 foot tall demon.

“Mr. Devil! Sir!” You waved your foot, shouting out to the normal sized man. As he saw you, his eyes widened, “Hello there! Sorry to be a bother, I’m from heaven and-” You jerked your hand free, power walking to Lucifer, “I’m here on punishment. It’s a pleasure to meet another member of Elysium’s caretakers. Former or otherwise.”

Flustered, Lucifer fumbled with his phone before dropping it. “Oh! Shit! H-hello!”

You reached down to retrieve it for him, seeing black and red shoes behind you as you did. 

“What — why are you here?” Lucifer was looking at Alastor now, which was great news because for a second you thought he was talking to you. A sneaking feeling leaked into your chest that heaven hadn’t actually told him you were coming. 

“Just keeping an eye on my guest! As you can see she got injured and I’ve taken to the task of her safety while she’s in hell.” 

“No one asked him to do that, sir.” Your smile was strained, you could feel Alastor’s shoulder was touching yours. You looked to where you were connected and then back to Lucifer, “Are all sinners like this?”

“Honestly? Yes. They’re all pretty terrible.” Lucifer sighed, “What did you do?”

A cold sweat, “Misused an arrow. I can’t leave hell until I make a demon who doesn’t already believe in true love…believe in it.”

“Oh no! That’s— you’re gonna be here awhile.” Lucifer pulled at his collar in a mock attempt to release the awkward heat of the conversation. He saw you wither, and Alastor seemed to bloom, so he quickly changed pace, “But! Uhhh, you can totally do it! Charlie has some of the best of the worst here. If I can ever help, just ask!” Nervous laughter that did not put you at ease. He seemed so silly. So sweet and easily flustered. 

You felt your hope dash for a second time in less than a day. How long would you be in hell? How long was awhile?

“She is my responsibility now. She won’t be needing anything from you, your majesty.”

A darkness came over you as the two demons began to bicker. You now had your own obsessed shadow; a large and creepy sinner following you around. How on earth could you get close enough to a demon to complete your task? Convincing someone of true love would require trust and time. This would be impossible with Alastor attached to your side. 

You spent the first week in hell in the hotel. Everytime you got the courage to leave and explore the areas outside, you’d find yourself shadow portaled “back to safety” by Alastor. It was like the human film ‘Groundhog Day’, always starting over back in the lobby. 

No matter where you went in the hotel, he was either beside you or where you had been headed. You saw the sky less often than Alastor’s grin and you couldn’t stand it. You took to hiding, leaning against darkened stairwell corners and sitting on the floor of the ladies restroom. 

It bought you a little time to yourself, but the second you moved he was there again. Asking if you were a lost little doe, hand reaching for your waist to pull you near him, red eyes threatening to swallow you whole.

Toward the end of the week, while helping you get dressed as he did daily, Alastor took a step back. “I could get you some new clothes. Cannibal town has the finest duds.” He lifted the lace that lined the top of your  pocket, “You stick out. No demon is going to let you trick them into believing in true love like this.”

You could have screamed. No, no demon would even approach you with Alastor standing behind you. It absolutely wasn’t the clothes. You politely rejected the offer and went about your day.

The next morning you awoke to find your floor littered with strips of something. Flinging open the armoire you found two empty hangers. You turned back, noticing the white and purple color to the fabric confetti.

The march to Alastor’s room was easy, as it was 10 feet in front of your door. He had placed you directly across from him, because, ya know, Mania.

He clearly hadn’t expected you to leave your room in your underwear, eyes like saucers as he yanked you in.

“What in heaven are you doing?! Anyone could see you.” He hissed, closing the door with a little too much force.

“Whose fault is that?!” You seethed in return. Anger was something you rarely ever felt but he was inspiring new things in you. “Someone shredded my clothes.”

Alastor’s ears folded back, eyes looking to the left and up, “Odd. Are you sure? Maybe you accidentally threw them away.” That devilish grin you’d come to expect. He knew damn well how stupid that was.

You stomped your foot, if you had two working hands you’d try to rip his antlers off, “Are you serious?!” You turned to leave, kicking the door before attempting to open it.

A large hand pressed back on the door, slamming it shut. His breath was dropping down the back of your neck despite his considerable height, “You will not be leaving this room in such a state of undress, my dear.”

His voice was so low and close, had anyone ever spoken to you with such a commanding tone? A new feeling twitched in you. You blocked it out.

“You don’t get to make decisions for me,” said too softly.

His other hand came to press on the door, too. An arm to either side of you, trapped, as he leaned in. You pressed yourself against the door to make distance from his body.

“Oh, I absolutely do. Who is going to stop me? You?” Alastor’s voice had noticeably dropped an octave as he whispered what felt like a challenge against your hair.

Who indeed…you had no strength, an arrow would either be useless or complicate things. Lucifer seemed preoccupied and jittery. Heaven wasn’t returning your prayers.

He took your silence as an answer.

“Exactly. Now, I’ll only ask nicely once.” His hands left, warmth on your neck fading. You turned to look at him, sensing his eyes burning holes into your back.

He was holding a two piece set. Older style, 1920s American maybe. Black and burgundy. When did he have time to get this when every hour seemed to be spent near you?

“May I help you get dressed?”

You’d gotten quite close with the few residents who didn’t run at the sight of Alastor. Husk was one of them. You became fast friends, often drinking and lamenting about Alastor’s general existence as Alastor sat some 15 feet away on the sofa. Still not allowed outside the hotel gates, your second week you spent many hours at the bar talking to the surprisingly kind grump.

To your delight Alastor didn’t seem bothered by it, oddly, as long as you were in eyesight he seemed content.

You thought maybe his mania was already waning. Sure you hadn’t attempted to leave the hotel, and you hadn’t argued when he dressed you, but…Ah, hm. Fuck.

Mania can look like Love when you don't struggle against it. A fly motionless in a web can elude the spider for a little bit.

Don't push against the restraints and you can forget they are there entirely.

But push you did, accidentally. Husk was making some new cocktails, trying to enjoy himself and be creative. 

“Yeah, that’s it.” He grinned.

“Good?” 

He took another sip before handing the glass to you. You grabbed it, taking a taste. Sweet but a bite as it went down. Something with citrus. When you looked up from the glass, he was gone.

A choking noise from behind the bar made you stand up in your seat, eyes flying from Husk to Alastor. A glowing green leash dragging Husk across the floor, his hands desperately pulling at the collar as he struggled to breath. 

“Stop!” You shouted, crawling over the bar and grabbing the chain with your good arm. You tried to pull back, to slow the choking force, but got pulled along with it. “Alastor!” You screamed as your shoulder hit the floor and sent searing pain down your arm. 

You could hear Husk gasp, the green glow disappearing from past your clenched eyelids. 

“Why can’t you-,” Alastor started to speak a he came to your side. Husk scurried away, crawling back from the demon. You hit the hand Alastor offered you but were surprised to see his face painted with concern.

“I said stop.” After rolling to your feet you began to march away. “Every time I find something nice in this piece of shit domain you remind me I’m in hell.”

You had almost made it to your room when a hand pulled you by the good shoulder and pushed you against the wall. It still hurt. 

“Don’t you know? Sharing a drink, it’s as close to a kiss as you could get without bringing your mouth to his.”

“It was a drink, Alastor. You had no right.”

His hand settled on your throat. No grip, just a gentle placement, “I have every right.” His brows knit together in worry, in confusion. “What should I do to make you understand me?” His hand came to your chin, thumb ghosting over your lips.

“If I let you go too far, someone will surely take you. Who wouldn’t? Please. Stop pushing me so much.” His eyes were almost loving as they shined down at you. His breath was picking up. You could hear the desperation in his voice. 

Those damned eyes were unrelenting in their stare into your own. There was no creature in presence or audacity in heaven like Alastor. You’d never encountered anything like him. 

“Of all the Love you had to take a stray hit from, Mania really was the cruelest accident.” You held your hand at the crook of your neck, wondering if you did more damage. No, if he did more damage.

“Mania? Is that the arrow I caught? How fitting.” His finger pulled down on your bottom lip. You’d seen this movie, you’d been there for these scenes in dorm rooms and under rainy awnings, in darkened beds and sunny fields. You could move, no part of him was actually holding you physically. “Yes, maybe I am obsessed. But whose fault is that? Will you take responsibility for it?” His chest was shaking with every breath. Why didn’t you move? Just walk away. Knock off that touch as you had been doing. You hadn’t noticed how quickly you were breathing, too, until his hand was pulling your chin up and towards his face.

It only came out as a whisper, half said as it was only half meant, “don’t.”

A laugh, “At least pretend you mean it.” 

Your knees came together in some desperate attempt to stop the feeling creeping up your legs and to your lap, “Apologize to Husk.”

“Why would I ever do such a thing?” His breath was so warm on your mouth, face tilted to keep his nose from hitting yours.

“What a terrible reply!” You slid down the wall and slipped under his arms, “If you shadow work your way into this room I will fuck that horny spider on camera just to spite you.” You opened your door, pausing to make sure he was still down the hall, “Angel on Angel, working title.”

Your whole body went slack, the sounds of a wild animal loose in the hallway rocking the door as you took shaky steps to the bed, paintings on the walls rattling as he did unseen damage. Sounds of an unknown, unholy animal raging just past the thin drywall. 

Had you ever seen Mania work so quickly with so little fuel? Hand coming to your mouth, a burning where his finger touched you. 

No one had touched your lips before. No one could ever hope to. Humans were beyond the realm of feeling you, and you didn’t allow kissing with the partners you took in heaven. Personal rule. As in, it was too personal.

The lights in your room flickered, briefly shrouding you in darkness before coming back to life.

Deja vu.

Oh.

What had he introduced himself as? The radio demon? It wasn’t heaven who brought you to the hotel. Of course not. 

No. Obviously not.

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Can I request Agatha fucking R with her strap and overstimulating her? Reader misses this phrase in middle of the sex “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Enchanted Gifts ~Mommy!Agatha Harkness xFem Witch!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— Reader and Agatha host a Secret Santa, and the Reader gets Agatha a special gift. Agatha can’t wait to put it to use… Anon Response—Hey hey anon!! Thank you for the request! I would love to write this, Agatha could always use more content. Enjoy! ♥️

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Prompt— Secret Santa/Gift Exchange

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Warnings: NSFW, smut, strap-on use, strap fucking, rough sex, overstimulation, mommy kink, enchanted strap, magic use, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your quaint little cottage that you shared with Agatha was hustling and bustling with many witches tonight. It was your annual Witchy Gift Exchange tonight, and you were hosting this year. It wasn’t a massive group, but it was a substantial group of some of the most talented Magic users.

Your finger foods were disappearing at an extremely fast rate, as everyone chattered away.

You always loved this tradition. Every year, you would all get to together and exchange presents. Who would get who a gift was determined two weeks prior. But the best part was the gifts. It was always so chaotic and funny. Any gift was on the table. Funny, embarrassing, sexy, expensive, cheap, as long as it was a gift.

This year you had drawn Agatha by coincidence. And you had found the perfect gift for her…

Eventually, everyone settled together in the living room and the gift giving began. This usually took a couple hours, and this years gifts were just as on point as usual. You got a herbal remedy from one of your witch girlfriends, a younger witch who was a herbologist as heart. You thanked her and the exchange continued.

Finally, it was Agatha’s turn. You handed her your gift with a slight smirk. Agatha quirked her brows and chuckled as she took the gift from you. She opened the gift and her lips quirked up into a mischievous smile.

“I should have known…” she teased, picking up and showing off a brand new, deep purple strap.

The women all oohd and aahd, but weren’t too phased, and so the game continued. But for the rest of the game, Agatha couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. It was like she was undressing you with her gaze. And she held the strap in her hand the entire time.

When the gift exchange was over and all the guests had left, Agatha wasted no time in colliding her lips into yours. She kissed you passionately and with dominance, pushing and pinning you against her cottage door.

“Agi wait—” you squeaked, as Agatha picked you up and threw you over her shoulder with ease.

She carried you and the strap directly into your shared bedroom. She threw you on the bed, muttering a spell before all your clothes and hers as well repeated. You shivered slightly in the newly exposed cold air. But it didn’t take long for you to forget that, as you watched Agatha strap up and pounce on top of you on the bed.

Before you could get out what you wanted to say, Agatha thrusted inside you with a shit eating grin. You both let out howls of pleasure. This was the biggest you’d ever taken.

“Shit Baby—!!” Agatha screamed, feeling everything in the strap as if it were apart of her body.

“Fuuuuck…! I tried… to tell you Agi—!!” You groaned, “Oh fuck, sss so big, so thick…”

The thickness and length of the strap was making you dizzy. You’d never felt so full. It was stretching you so well.

Agatha looked at you as if she didn’t believe you.

“You enchanted it, and just forgot to tell me…? Oh sure…” she chuckled, before grabbing your hips and thrusting out and back into your hard.

“Holy FUCK AGI—!!!”

Agatha groaned, which then turned into a laugh as she watched you spasm in pleasurable pain. She then began to fuck you fast and with a ruthless pace. The sound of the skin slapping alone made you so close to the edge already.

“Didn’t mean to… tried to tell you…!” You mumbled as she fucked you with no mercy.

But Agatha wasn’t having it. It was more fun to fuck you hard for not telling her anyway. Intentional or not.

You were sure that your skin would bruise from her hands, but your mind had drifted too far to care about that.

The woman then hooked one of your legs above her shoulder, her strap hitting a brand new found spot inside you, making you squirm and scream in pleasure.

“Fuck… Mommy!!!” You howled as she plowed into you.

You gasped and expected Agatha to stop and be surprise by your words, but quite the opposite happened. No, she al stated to fuck you harder and with a wicked smirk.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?” You squeaked immediately.

Agatha shook her head and chuckled darkly.

“Come on… don’t pretend you don’t want to call me Mommy…” she rasped wickedly, not relenting in her pounding.

You were trembling, as a new wave of intense pleasure coursed through you with Agatha’s words. You shuddered and tried to say something, but all you could do was nod and groan loudly.

“Awwww, poor baby… Is mommy fucking you so good…?” Agatha jeered.

You nodded your head, unable to form words at this point. Your mind completely blanked out.

Agatha chuckled.

“Sweet girl… didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you bought this for me, hmmmm…? I can feel everything, your walls fluttering and so much more… and you feel so good.” she rasped.

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[grxndprix]

Hey gorgeous! I love your writing! Its beautiful <3

I wanna request something like apologetic noncon? Like yan! Doesn't think its ok but still does it, whispering sorry to the reader, telling them that they're sorry for doing this but it's for their own good!

Would love it more if it includes a bit of breeding kink! Please write one on either Yuji or Yuta from jjk! I think they'll be like the that!

Lots of love♥️

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 — 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘰𝘬𝘬𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘺𝘶𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘵𝘸 — 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦/𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘨?, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

Snowflakes painted flourishing kisses to the Tokyo streets. White specks of the substance coated all pavement and surface, and wandering eyes remained fixated on the sight. Winter days always felt so— Right. Like not a single thing was wrong about it, everything was just perfect. 

Such is the rapt glaze to [name]’s eyes. She was beautiful in every way imaginable — From the way her varsity jacket was much too big for her figure, to the scrunching of her nose at the bitter cold, to the little shivers of her body — She was the walking personification of what Ananke stood for. Temptation incarnate. 

The girl’s long lashes blinked languidly up at the building in front of her. She wan’t sure whether or not to head in, especially since the neighborhood was a bit shady— But the cold was too much, her nose was turning pinkish, and yet her nerves still stopped her from taking another step. She didn’t want to see him right now. 

‘Him’, pertaining to the boy she liked for about two years in high school. This was his apartment complex, she knew that, but he was also the only person she knew in this area of Tokyo. Surely he would let her crash for a bit, at least until she could call someone for a ride, right? From what she recalled, the boy was kindhearted and always willing to help, as much as she hated to ask in the first place.

[name]’s fingers brushed stray strands of hair away from her face, pushing her bangs back as well — White sneakers stepping into the lobby, already making it into the elevator before she even registered the decision. Her eyes trailed up to look at the floors passing by, unsure whether she’d chosen the right number or not. 

She leaned back on her heels, puffing out a cold breath of air. Even inside the building, her breath still slightly froze over. She prayed the man’s apartment would be nice and toasty.

Another breath and the elevator dinged to signal her destination. She stepped out onto the floor, immediately warming up. Her body felt the hot air from the heaters all around the walls, fingers less numb, brain less foggy, and nose less stuffy. Her eyes didn’t feel like bags of weight either.

The floors were soft, red, velvet carpet. She observed a few of the paintings on either side of her, realizing her apartment wasn’t nearly as nice as this.

[name] vaguely recalled the correct apartment number, having come over to study a few times. Those were all fuzzy memories by now though. She was an adult that hadn’t seen him in 2 years — She didn’t like him like that anymore. The girl wouldn’t mind being friends, however, and that was the most probable outcome of the ordeal. Plus; she already fancied someone else. Her best friend (and roommate), Maki Zen’in — Honestly, [name] was completely enamored with her.

The girl ran a hand through her hair. A low buzzing started beneath her skin. Maybe it was the purple-ish ochre of the walls, but she’d come to realize how it smelled strangely of metal the closer she got to the room.

Pungent — And, addictive. She stopped in front of the door, momentarily allowing hesitation to stop her. But still, she knocked. 

No answer besides the sound of things clattering inside.

She knocked again— And this time, the door swung open quicker than she could blink. Wintertime was odd, because for a moment, the boy’s eyes flickered with a burning bloodlust— Gone with a blink.

Okkotsu Yuuta was a kind man. His gunmetal blue hues flicked from her nose up to her eyes, but it hardly took a second for the brightest grin to light up on his face. His smile lines — and eyebags, she noted — crinkled upward, canines glinting under the overhanging lamp. 

“[name]—?!” He sounded almost breathless, surprised, but most of all, happy to see her.

The fact that she’d never told him her name in highschool went right over her head. [name] mirrored his smile, pupils dilating at the sight. “Yuuta!” A chuckle slipped past her lips, pleased that he remembered her at all. Maybe, if fate would have it, they could really be friends.

“Ah— Please, please, come in! It’s freezing out in the hall— Man, they really should get heaters—” He offered with a chuckle of his own, noiret hair bouncing while leading her inside. His cheeks were decorated in a slight pink. She deduced it was from the cold. 

They had settled on the couch — Fireplace burning, heater on, hot chocolate in their hands. [name] didn’t really want to leave at this point, it was too cozy. Like a fox to its burrow, an eagle to an aerie, something about this just felt so right. She ran a ringed hand through her hair, hoping she looked somewhat presentable.

She’d changed a lot since high school, and in the best way possible, she hoped he would see that.

“Awh, man, I really wasn’t expecting to see you today! N-Not that it’s a bad thing!” He was quick to correct, cheeks darkening pink again, “I just— I haven’t seen you since our senior year, so this was a really nice surprise…” The man rubbed his nape, laughing airily. [name] noticed how even if his mannerisms hadn’t changed, he looked a lot more— Well, different. His hair was less ragged and way better kept. He had a very lean physique, visible despite his oversized clothing. His gaze was a bit sharper now, and his voice— 

Overall, he had changed quite a bit. [name] wondered if he noticed the little things about her too.

“No, it’s okay sweetie!” She held back a laugh at his flustered expression, “I was originally going to stay in the lobby to call a friend, but it was too cold down there— And, ah, I remembered coming here to study a few times, so yeah! I really hope I’m not imposing.” It was [name]’s turn to look bashful, eyes averted to the table.

“Don’t even worry about it! I’m happy you’re here, it’s a chance for us to catch up, y’know?” That same kind tone, that same raspiness and gentleness — Yuuta hadn’t changed that much, she supposed. He was still that same shy, soft-spoken guy he’d always been. It was endearing in its own way. 

A sip of her hot cocoa, “You’re right… How’ve you been, then? Like you said, it’s been a while.”

Yuuta hummed, sipping at his drink as well. “Well… I’ve been pretty good all in all. Being a sorcerer is a lot of work, so I still have a bunch of missions but besides that, I’d say I’m living a pretty laidback lifestyle right now.” He smiled earnestly, “What about you, sweetheart?”

The petname would’ve garnered the same reaction from her if she hadn’t seen the way his eyes flicked down to rake her figure, then back up in a blink once more. Her hands absentmindedly tugged the coat tighter around herself, willing her mind to remember his kindness and hospitality. Self-conscious — She was imagining things. “Honestly, same for me. I’ve been holding up alright after quitting the whole sorcerer thing— I’m glad it’s going well for you though! My part-time job’s really fun, and a lot less, well y’know, life-threatening.”

She emphasized her words with finger quotations, earning a laugh from the man next to her. She didn’t catch the way he watched her lips wrap around the edge of the mug with the focus of a man releasing his arrow. [name]’s tongue swiped along her bottom lip, and Yuuta’s smile illusioned straining. 

As their conversation continued, the banter grew more and more light-hearted. It sounded like they were long-time friends rather than just-meeting-again acquaintances. The girl would laugh at the boy’s little jokes or comments, and he would smile at each and every word out of her mouth.

Things were winding down, clock ticking faintly in the background. The fireplace was still crackling with newfound energy, and 3:26 A.M. flashed along [name]’s phone screen. Her body felt light, that low buzz from before returning tenfold, movements sluggish and less thought behind them. A little height to her psyche.

Yuuta picked up on every little twitch and movement of her figure, every single word out of her lips, every little reaction she had to offer. It was almost ritualistic — [name] would yawn, or sigh, or laugh, and Yuuta would blush, or giggle to himself, or grab a pillow to put on his lap.

3:27 A.M. She should’ve been home hours ago. She can imagine Maki’s terror to coming home to an empty apartment, completely barren— Oh, right. She was supposed to get groceries for the two of them. 

[name] hadn’t even realized how close Yuuta was by now. His arm was slung over the rear of the couch, fingers ghosting along her back at times. His breath painted butterflies along her neck every now and then, eliciting shivers and another tug of her jacket. Tighter just wasn’t tight enough.

The girl stretched her arms out in front of her, ignoring the way they trembled just slightly. She made a move to stand with confidence akin to a mortal in front of deities. “Well… I hate to cut this off right now, but I really should get going… My roommate is probably waiting for me back home.” She didn’t look him directly in the eyes— Couldn’t.

Yuuta hardly wasted a beat before standing up too, hand casual in its place around her waist. “Oh, are you sure? It’s really late, sweetheart… Don’t wanna wait until morning or something?” His eyes innocuous and slightly off-putting as he tilted his head, [name]’s trepidation blossomed into something worse. She waved him off, subtly realizing her movement to get out of his hold didn’t do anything.

“Nah, it’s fine! Like I said, I don’t wanna worry my roommate… Thanks so much for letting me stay over hon’, this was really fun.” [name] reached for her phone, ready to call Maki now that she had WiFi— Only to find that her phone… wasn’t… on the table.

Huh.

A pair of hands gently guided her waist to sit back down, a bit too close to his own frame, she realized. Silence settled over the pair — But something else settled in her stomach too. Pit-like, heavy, dread. 

One of those hands rubbed circles on her thigh, the other still slung around her hip and under her jacket. It was intimate. Too intimate. Black hair and gunmetal eyes, soft pink lips — Proximity closing in, she felt her breath hitch. The sluggish drive beneath her movements was getting worse, eyes blinking languidly. She was losing herself.

“Y’know…” He began, “Being a Jujutsu sorcerer’s helped me keep some discipline. I think I’ve subconsciously created some rules for myself, and it’s a ton of use, honestly.” Yuuta rested his chin on her shoulder, gentle smile transforming into something more sinister.

[name] felt her body shiver under his ministrations, only nodding so everything would end faster. He would stop talking, let her go, and she’d hopefully never have to see him again—

“Rule number one, and this is the one that’s saved me a bunch,” There was an odd glint in his eye as he sat up straight again, grabbing her mug of hot chocolate to drop it on the floor. She flinched at the sound of it shattering, hand instinctively reaching out to grab it— But it slipped right through her fingers.

It felt like time stopped when the liquid, previously in the mug, shrivelled up and morphed into some kind of powdery substance. 

“Never drink anything you didn’t make yourself.”

Yuuta’s eyes flashed a brief electric blue, just before his hands found purchase on [name]’s wrists. The couch creaked under their weight as she cried out in the spur of the moment, a cracked whimper that hardly made it past her lips.

Everything blurred together. He had wrangled her into the perfect position, carrying her over to his room and tossing her onto the bed. Hardly another second, and he was on top of her once again, wrists pinned above her head. Yuuta’s bangs mingled with hers when he leaned down to press their lips together, tongue easily slipping into her mouth.

The headboard groaned with their movements. Sighing quietly to himself, his face decorated in cupid blush — He pulled back from the kiss to pepper the rest of her face, wet with tears, in more gentle adorations. “Ah, ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry sweetheart—” He mumbled over and over again, way too high on the feel of her to really process much else.

In her drunken stupor, [name]’s body couldn’t do much to stop him. It seemed only her lips were working their purpose, spouting pleas for him to “Stop, please, just stop—”, to no avail.

She felt her jacket get slipped off her shoulders, even more panic aroused within her now. In a matter of seconds, all clothing covering her top half had been discarded among the floor. Yuuta’s hands found purchase on her breasts, kneading them under his fingers and pinching the pebbled nipples as his lips went further down her torso.

Teeth bit into her collarbones, neck, tits, stomach — Eventually reaching her sweatpants as well. The girl hadn’t stopped pleading for one second, weakly tugging at his hair to stop him, but it only earned a satisfied groan from the boy.

His canines tugged at the hem of her bottoms, eventually working them down so he had a fresh view of her pretty panties. He couldn’t hold back another low groan, it coming out as more of a whimper if anything. The guilt was eating him up inside, but he had to do this. For [name]’s own sake.

Yuuta dragged a slow finger through her clothed folds, relishing in the jerk it earned from her body. He tugged the panties down, finally, and wasted no time in latching onto her clit with his mouth. The whimper that followed was less quiet now, moreso delighted as he licked up every last drop from her folds. It didn’t matter how much she was squirming, his strong hands held her thighs firmly in place.

He worked his expert tongue along her clit, occasionally dipping into her hole — But it wasn’t long before his fingers worked their way inside instead. Two fingers scissored her apart, gasps and cries filling the room at the utter pain that didn’t evolve into pleasure. Her body wouldn’t move an inch, trembling under all the stress but unable to fight back at all.

After the third finger was added, and he was sure she was all ready, Yuuta pressed her thighs to her chest, releasing his cock from its restraints with a low hiss. Apologies were already bubbling on his tongue, dragging the tip through her dripping folds with satisfying ease. [name] couldn’t help it — She was sobbing by now, begging him to stop, that if he quit it right now and let her go, maybe they could forget about this—

But he was already pushing into her, a string of curses leaving his swollen and puffy lips. His eyes were bright and electric-kept, cheeks ever so bright pink. Hardly a second of still hips before he was rolling into her in quick and harsh thrusts, bed shaking with the force. “Shh— Please, please— I’m sorry, ‘m so, so sorry sweetheart— You’ll understand later, you’ll get it, I promise—” 

There were a number of things he said that rendered [name] speechless every time, that low buzz in her skin growing into white noise — It blocked everything else out of her ears.

“Been— Fuck— Been watching you since h-high school— Ngh—” He pointed his thrusts even deeper, canines digging into his bottom lip. “Noticed how b-beautiful you were, but you always— covered yourself up around me. Tugged your— Your sleeves down, sucked in your stomach— It always had me so confused– Haah, fuck,” He cut himself off with another sharp thrust, whimpering again when her pussy unconsciously clenched around him.

“You’re beautiful, [name]. Why don’t you— See that, h-huh? This was the only way to make you see it, to help you understand just how—” He rolled his hips up to meet hers, leaning down to lock eyes with her own as well. “F-Fucking perfect you are. ‘M sorry, so sorry it had to be like this, but it’s okay. We have all the time in the world.”

Yuuta’s words were a perfect dissonant harmony to [name]’s whines and pleads, trying to tune out anything he said. His pace grew sloppy as his hips stuttered, climax nearing. The girl’s eyes widened in pure, utter terror.

“Once I give you a child, y-you’ll learn how to love yourself along with them.” His words were final, despite how her eyes had widened to the size of saucers. Pace increasing drastically, earning high-keening whimpers from [name], Yuuta finally shot ropes of white into her walls, coating it in such heavy amounts of the thick liquid it started to seep out of her cunt.

Heavy breathing rang out in the room, painting it in a cacophony of blissful tears. The girl’s face was decorated in sweat, tears, and some of her hair stuck to her cheeks. Her bare chest heaved up and down, eyes shut tight as she wouldn’t dare meet Yuuta’s gaze. Not in a million goddamn years.

The boy ran a hand through his hair, not bothering to pull out as he laid next to her. She couldn’t move anyway, so he just pulled her close and rested his chin atop her head. [name]’s eyes were dulled over, lips quivering as tears still poured forth, as if she was still processing the entire thing.

He’d thought that once it was over, he might need to cry everything out, not even be able to go forward with his plan out of pure remorse, but, — In the aftermath of it all, he felt every ounce of guilt wash away.

Love has its sacrifices. Some people are just willing to give up more than others.

𝘱𝘭𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 ☆

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Ok now here me out… you know how that old people filter is going around on TikTok? I think it would be so cute if 42!Miles and you do it and he gets kinda emotional at the thought of growing old with the reader, and also he kinda looks like his dad so it’s a harder blow.

Idk I think it would be cute and kinda sappy cause I love seeing those couples on TikTok try it and be like “that’s how we’ll look when we’re grandparents.” AHHH😭♥️

i’m gonna make this as sentimental as possible</3 thanks for the request boobie snoobie

NOW? LIKE NOW NOW?

꒰ ♡ ꒱ you try out that filter you see everyone doing on tiktok and you show miles and his reaction shocks you

includes ; fluff, kisses, tears and sadness but it’s happy tears and sadness oh and use of the n word! not proof read, finished this long one half asleep, n may be a a tiny bit ooc but..IDGAF this is cute💔

"Why do you always leave a nigga hanging outside your window for so long, baby?" Your boyfriend frowned as his gaze fixated on you, while you kept your eyes glued to your phone, even as you opened the window for him.

"I'm sorry, I was using the bathroom," you replied, finally looking up at him with a smile that made him smile back at you. you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your heart as he leaned down to give you two soft kisses on your lips before fully entering your room

Your room was chilly and cozy, with a gentle breeze flowing in from the now-open window, giving your boyfriend goosebumps that raised the hairs on his forearms. As he looked around, he noticed the soft glow of the low orange and purple LED lights, illuminating the room like a beautiful sunset over Brooklyn. He closed the window behind him, but the cool air remained, just the way you liked it.

"Why are you so glued to your phone?" he asked as he took off his shoes and jacket by your desk. You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through videos on your phone, not looking up from the screen.

"I saw this trend on TikTok, and now I can't stop watching it," you replied, still engrossed in your phone. He hummed and headed to the washroom to freshen up and change into his own clothes that he kept at your place.

After a few minutes, he emerged from the washroom, wearing a black t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and a silver necklace adorning his neck. He saw you in a different position, lying down on the bed with your phone a few inches away, as if you were recording a video.

He walked towards you and sat by your side, watching your face closely. He stared at you without saying anything, and you could sense his intense gaze on you, making you glance up at him with a curious expression.

"What's wrong?" you asked, and he just shook his head and leaned down to kiss you once again.

"nun...you're just beautiful," he whispered, laying his forehead on yours, and you smiled, cupping his left cheek softly.

"And you're even more beautifuler pookie butt," you teased, biting his nose playfully when his face drops. "So weird," you chuckled and shoved your phone to his face, making him widen his eyes for a moment before focusing on the screen.

"What is this, baby?"

"its a filter. this is the trend i found. You just press it, and it shows you how you would look when you're older," you explained, sitting up and making him do the same. You pressed the filter and applied it to your faces. The top half of the screen showed your current selves, while the bottom half showed an older version of you both, which made his breathing stop.

As miles stared at the screen, a wave of emotions washed over him. The longer he gazed at the older version of himself, the more it began to resemble his father. He blinked and opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. He continued to blink, feeling the burn of his eyes that he didn't want to experience at the moment. He took a deep breath in, trying to steady himself.

As he looked at your old face, his feelings washed over him like a wave once again. He found you so beautiful, even with a few aging lines and wrinkles on your skin. He stared a bit longer as his train of thoughts went throughout his brain.

Miles didn't just love you, he was in love with you. He always had been. Ever since you both were in the same class together two years ago, and last year you both got together, making it almost two years. He never understood how someone could love him this much. No matter how hard or how high of a wall he built around himself, you managed to climb it or even break it down. He wasn't complaining, but if he knew loving you would be like this, he wouldn't have put up the wall in the first place.

He still remembered the days when you would try to strike up a conversation with him, and he would always be so cold, just to get the point across that he needed to be left alone. But it didn't come through your big ass head. He chuckled to himself, remembering how much he loved— and still loves making fun of your forehead being so big.

He always remembered the times he would find himself staring at you in class when you would sit beside him during the quiet period, just writing notes and doodling cute hearts and faces on his paper. He pretended to be annoyed about it, but secretly loved it. And he wouldn't tell you, but he still had those doodles you used to do in his desk.

Another thing he remembered was when you agreed to being his girlfriend and you both found yourselves at a park, on the playground. You lay in his chest as you both lay on the slide, cuddling close to each other while just looking up at the pretty stars that twinkled and glistened in the night sky. He remembered a story you read with him a few days prior about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe. He referred to himself as the sun and you to the moon. He would sacrifice himself as long as you got to live a better life. Someone who came into his life just to break down his walls and love and cherish him this much shouldn't have him thinking about the day he wants to marry you, but he finds himself doing just that anyways.

He wonders how you will react when, after you both are done with school, getting a bit older and thinking about moving out of your parents' houses, you consider moving in together. Maybe even getting a pet. He knows you love kittens, and he's seen how you cry happy tears of awe when you see a baby kitty cat. He would make fun of you, and then you would start crying more and more. To cheer you up, he would just start kissing and tickling you, which always 100% of the time works.

Oh, how he loves you so much it brings tears to his eyes. Literally.

You had already put down the camera long ago when you saw Miles lost in thought. But you immediately become concerned and worried when a tear falls down his cheek, even though his face remains blank. You frown and cup his cheeks to direct his face towards yours. You kiss his nose, cheeks, and finally his lips ever so softly, hoping to bring him back to the present moment.

You whisper Miles' name, your voice soft and gentle, not wanting to startle him too harshly out of his train of thought. He blinks once, and another tear rolls down his cheek, and you move your thumb to gently rub it away, your heart aching at the sight of his tears.

"You're crying," you say softly, and Miles inhales softly, exhaling and leaning into your hands with his eyes closing.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, his lips pressing against the palm of your hand. He opens his eyes once more, staring into your beautiful eyes.

"There's no need to apologize, baby. I'm just worried," you respond, your voice equally soft as before. Your words make more tears well up in his eyes, but he holds them in.

As he hums softly, the sound vibrates through his chest and sends a shiver down your spine. he squeezes your thigh once then makes his way up the bed to rest his back against your headboard. As you crawl up the bed towards him, you take in the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular arms. you lay back into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

he wraps his arms around your waist, you feel his strong hands on your skin, kneading and rubbing your soft flesh of your thigh once more. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he leans down to rest his head against you, and he can't help but smile as he recognizes the familiar scent of vanilla and cocoa butter.

As he kisses your bare shoulder, you feel the softness of his lips against your skin, you tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to nuzzle his head into your neck and exhaling softly.

he starts to speak, his voice is a deep rumble in your ear, and vibrations of his chest against your back.

"I was just thinking about something... I never saw so much of my dad in me until now, and that's just very... very scary. I don't like to have him on my mind so much because then I'll just fall into this depressive state, but... I just really, really miss him," Miles trails off

You smile sadly, your heart breaking at the sound of Miles' pain. You tilt your head back to press your lips against his chin, your hand coming up to hold the side of his face so you can bring his face down for your lips to touch his own, conveying all the love and comfort you can offer.

you always loved kissing miles. both of your love languages was just physical affection, him more then you from what he says because

‘you can’t love me more then i love you’

"It's okay to think about your dad once in a while, Miles. That's what keeps his memory alive, right? He's always with you, around this house, outside, and in your heart, baby. Don't ever forget that," you say, placing a hand over his chest, where his heart beats strong and steady. As you speak, the room is filled with a sense of calm with Miles listens intently, his eyes watching you as he takes in every word, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

When you finish speaking, Miles frowns, feeling more tears start to line up in his eyes. He groans and covers his eyes with his arm, feeling overwhelmed by his emotions. You can't help but giggle softly at his reaction, finding it endearing.

Turning around, you straddle him just sitting on-top of his thighs. your fingers tracing small circles on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your touch.

"Look at me," you say, poking his chest playfully. He swats your hand away, giving you a playful glare as he peeks out from under his arm. He sighs and puts it down, his callused hands landing on your thighs.

You feel a the warmth of his hands "Why did you cover your face?" you ask, pinching his cheeks playfully. He gives you a warning glare, but the smile on his face betrays his true feelings. He shakes his head at your antics and starts rubbing your skin slowly up and down.

"...I wanna get married," Miles says suddenly

You freeze, staring at him like he's lost his head. The room falls silent, the only sound that’s there is your breathing and the beating of your hearts. You get curious and comfortable, leaning closer to hear his explanation.

‘now?..like..now now?’ you couldn’t help but think. ‘im not even looking good or ready.. but where’s the ring—‘ your thoughts was cut off by miles snickering underneath you.

“not right now ma, i meant later on in the future” he explains and you nod, understanding way.

"Miles, what are you talking about?" you ask softly, your eyes locking with his. he twists his lips to the side before speaking once more

"I want to marry you," he whispers, You gaze up at him, taking in the way his eyes only look at you.

"You do?" you ask softly, your heart pounding in your chest. All he does is nod his head in response, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. You feel a rush of happiness wash over you.

"I want to grow old with you," he continues, his voice steady and sincere. "As corny as that shit sounds, it's true." You can't help but smile at his words, feeling your heart swell with love for him.

"Me seeing us old gave me some sad thoughts," he admits, his expression softening. "But it gave me some hopeful ones too." You listen intently as he speaks, hanging on his every word. You love when he opens up to you like this, sharing his innermost thoughts and feelings with you.

from the time you knew miles, he used to have a hard time expressing himself. He would often be closed off, keeping his emotions bottled up inside. But over time, he's grown more comfortable with sharing his feelings, especially with you. It makes you feel special, knowing that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable with you.

“those hopeful thoughts, most of them, was how i wanted to make you my wife…even though you already are” he winks and squeezes your thigh playfully making you huff and show a small smile. “but for real though, you show me so much love that i never thought you’d do in the first place for me. you’re my first girlfriend and i want you to be my last.” he confesses “i wanna see your old ass make some peach cobbler in the kitchen one day when we have kids and our kids have they kids and you be in there talking about some ‘you ain’t ate all day baby?’ “ you burst into laughter at his attempt to try and sound like a old momma with a raspy voice.

he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist. “but before that, i wanna see you walk down that isle with the dress of your dreams and a pretty smile on that pretty face to get your ring i’ll put on you that’ll make you mine till i’m no longer on this earth”

you couldn’t help but feel yourself about to cry, it was your turn now to groan and shove your face into his chest making him laugh at you.

“wanna be me so bad” he mumbles, kissing your temple and hugging you. you sniffle against his shirt, holding onto him tightly. you were so inlove with this man it makes you so soft

As you look at him now, you can't help but feel grateful for him and the deep connection you share with eachother. it’s something you always wanted to have with someone special and it just so that miles is that one special person

the room was quiet and calm. miles looks down at you you starts drawing circles on his chest, even writing his name and your name inside a big imaginary heart. he chuckles and his chest vibrates making you look up at him just to catch his attention directly on you.

“hi” you whisper and he smiles leaning in closer to your face

“hey” you stuff your face into his chest and hug his tighter.

“..yes” you suddenly speak. miles not knowing what you’re saying yes for, starts to rub your shoulder whilst looking at you in confusion

“hm? whatchu saying yes for?” he asks and you look up at him once more.

“i wanna marry you too” i whisper with a sincere look on your face. he stares before he leans in and kisses you passionately, holding the side of your jaw to make the kiss deeper.

you smile against his lips and enjoy the softness of it on yours. you both savoured the kiss, almost losing air from not wanting to let go. you both unlock lips slowly and you just stare into each-others eyes not wanting this moment to end

“cant believe because of you and that damn filter i’m over here cryin” he grumbles and you just laugh, rubbing the back of his neck

“my softy bootie butt” i tease and he pinches your side

“i take everything i said right back—”

“TOO LATEEE~”

fushigur0ll © 2022 all rights reserved.

#—fushi’snotes #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spider verse #across the spiderverse #x black reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #earth42 #across the spiderverse x reader #miles morales fluff #earth42 miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #atsv x reader #astv x black reader

[f10werfae]

Quick it’s BeReal

pairing: Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Henry where his BEREAL goes off during sex an their friends react reader has hickies all over her chest and neck and tied up (BeReal is an app where you post a photo at a random time, along with your friends to share) (requested by @princessbetsy123-blog )

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Henry Masterlist, Full Masterlist, Taglist Form

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“C’mere love Bereal went off” Henry smirked out of breath, his face flushed red as he brought Y/n’s nude body into his side. The comforter just about covering her breasts, her hair crazy and her face dazed with the post-sex look. “W-what right now?” Henry nodded pressing his lips to hers sloppily, their tongues clearly seen in the picture as he took it. Purple hickies littering the tops of her breasts and her neck as if it was jewellery

COMMENTS:

@/Stephaniejohns: YES Y/n GET STUCK IN, GET THAT SUPERMAN DICK!

> @/Y/nL/n: I swear i’m literally paralysed from the waist down, it isn’t even funny. He had to help me shower and everything; he still has to carry me down and up the stairs.

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@/lucygrover: Now Y/n in 9 months time, will we see a welcome banner in a hospital room?!?!

> @/HenryCavill: That’s the plane Luce! Already got the crib made in the garage and the names picked out in my head ;)

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@/Missbeauty101: Now I know why Y/n is always stumbling whenever she walks into work, poor girls vagina is getting railed on the constant. NAH BECAUSE ONE TIME OUR BOSS POINTED OUT HER HICKIES AND SHE TRIED TO PLAY IT OFF BY SAYING IT WAS A BURN FROM STRAIGHTENING HER HAIR. Her hair was curly that day.

>> @/aliciabees: WAIT BABES SOMETHING SIMILAR HAPPENED A FEW DAYS AGO. Y/n came to my birthday with her lipstick all over her face, her mascara running everywhere and her dress was missing stitches at some places😭 Just how feral are you Henry ?

>>> @/Y/nL/n: Feral enough to tie me to the fuckin bed and now we have broken bed posts 👍

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@/Trishabrown: Y/n say… Is this what happened to the victoria secret set I gifted you for your birthday 😍 Cus if so, gift well used I say

@/HenryCavill: Trish that lovely purple number didn’t even make it through the front door :)

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@/freddyyyy: Henry mate get stuck in😩 Don’t let us catch you through the gaming headphones again though, that shit sounded pornographic as hell

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@/leogrips: Y/n when is the pregnancy announcement 😍

>> @Y/nL/n: HOPEFULLY SOON🫶☕️

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@/Jessicaframo: Remembering the one time Y/n couldn’t make it to work because Henry fucked her too hard and she had to ask me to bring it to her. Girlie was not lying, legs were like jelly.

>> @/Jessicaframo: Not to mention the literal blood necklace she got goin on😭 Henry is less bear and more vampire

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@/Leahtoner: Why are there ropes on the head board, and rope burns on Y/n’s wrist 😳😳 THATS SOME SERIOUS BONDAGE THERE

>> @/Y/nL/n: you should see my ankles babes, rubbed raw for real. Sweating buckets and now I have to change the frickin sheets. Think I owe myself a nice hot bath to be honest

>>> @HenryCavill: Uh no invitation?

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“Babe you can’t just post us post-sex for a Bereal, my comments are blowin upp” Y/n whined nuzzling her head into his chest, a proud smirk on his face as he felt her shiver every time he ran his fingers down her arm. “Love it’s fine, you look gorgeous in the photo, not to mention we’ve basically promised them all a niece or nephew” He whispered feeling her hands feel him up sensually, her lips placing tiny quick kisses onto his chest and neck.

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I feel like this one is kinda disappointing but I hope you all still enjoy it!♥️

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#henry cavill fandom #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x you #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill one shot #romance

[steddieas-shegoes]

CONGRATS ON 3000!!! ❤️ That’s so exciting!

For the ask game, I’d love to see your take on the song Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy! (I vibe with “Scar-crossed lovers forever” as a Steddie-coded lyric but honestly whatever comes to mind for you when you hear the song is great!)

Congrats again!! 💕🎉

Thank you! I got a few different steddie-coded lyrics from this song, but the one you provided is good for something short, so I’m sticking with that! ♥️

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He wasn’t even supposed to be here. Wayne specifically asked him to stop coming to the Harrington parties, didn’t want him to risk being caught when they inevitably got shut down.

He knows he’d be in deep shit if a cop managed to catch him and see what he had in his lunchbox.

But one of his best customers insisted he stop by, promising he knew enough people would buy his entire inventory. He wouldn’t have to stay long.

“That’ll be $30 for the bag, or $10 if you just want a joint,” Eddie told one of the girls who always gave him dirty looks in the hall to cover up the hungry look she gave him at parties.

“What about the harder stuff?” She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“Don’t have any on me,” he rolled his eyes. They should know by now he only handles those items when requested.

“Fine. Just a joint then.”

He exchanges his product for her money, another addition to his savings that seemed to constantly dwindle on useless. He never stopped trying though.

She was his last customer in the line that had built up in the kitchen, so he decided to make his way to the backyard to finish up. Not many people usually hung out there when it was this chilly outside, but he had to give it a shot.

The patio surrounding the pool was absent of people, but he decided to take that as a sign that he needed a minute alone.

He heard a sniffle and his head shot over to the table in the corner of the covered area.

“Harrington?”

What the hell was he even doing out here? Was he crying?

“I’ll be in in a minute.”

Jesus. He sounded like someone had tried to strangle him. Was he sick?

“Dude, you okay?” Eddie steps closer, hopes he doesn’t end up regretting choosing kindness. “It’s kinda cold out here.”

Steve was sitting in a chair, knees up to his chest, arms around his legs. His face was half-buried in his knees, but Eddie could still make out the shivering.

“Yeah. Just needed some air.”

“You shouldn’t stay out here long without a jacket, man.”

Steve didn’t respond.

Eddie was actually growing more concerned for him, like maybe he’d been drugged with something and couldn’t move.

“Hey, look at me,” Eddie snaps his fingers in Steve’s face, relaxing slightly when he glares up at him with surprisingly clear, but watery eyes. “You need a jacket.”

“I’m fine. Go back inside.”

“You won’t be if you sit out here much longer. You’ll freeze to death. And then I’ll have to live the rest of my life knowing I could have stopped it by making you go inside and I’ll die feeling guilty.”

Was it dramatic? Yes. Did it make Steve give the tiniest smile and lift his head to look at him completely? Also yes.

“It wouldn’t be your fault.”

There was a cut under Steve’s left eye, and as his eyes adjust to the light coming from the windows, he sees a purple bruise surrounding most of the left side of his face.

“What happened?”

“The crown was pretty heavy when it fell,” Steve laughs without humor.

Eddie feels his stomach sink further.

“Who did this?”

It’s not like Eddie could do much, but maybe he could at least make sure he didn’t sell to the guy.

“Doesn’t matter.” Steve placed his legs down, careful, like he was trying not to hurt himself more. “You got anything left?”

Eddie should say no. He should leave now, head to the comfort and warmth of the trailer, forget about this interaction entirely. Maybe give one awkward head nod to Steve at school on Monday as an acknowledgment he didn’t forget, but won’t say anything to anyone.

“Just the one joint. You want it?” Eddie set his lunchbox on the table across from Steve and sat down.

“How much?” Steve turned to face him, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Free for the host.”

That’s not something Eddie ever did, but if anyone needed it, it was Steve.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Well, I am. You got a lighter on you?”

Steve shook his head.

“Then I light it and get the first drag. Deal?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie is gonna regret this entire interaction, but of all his regrets, it’s probably pretty low on the list, so he pulls his lighter out and does exactly what he said he would.

Steve is watching him so intensely, it’s almost enough to make him blush. He won’t, he hopes, but it’s a hell of an effort.

“This why you’re sitting out here instead of enjoying your party?” Eddie asked as he hands over the joint.

“Part of it,” Steve takes a long drag. “Just tired of it.”

“Tired of what?”

“All of it.”

An alarm starts going off in Eddie’s head, a reminder that Steve may seem like he’s got the entire world, but those who hold the world tend to lose their grip.

“All of it meaning…”

“All of this. The parties, the people who only like me because I have money and throw parties, the popularity contest I didn’t even ask to participate in, the fucking concussions and nightmares. I’m just-“ Steve takes another drag. “I’m just tired. You should go back inside.”

Eddie watches him lean back in his chair, his shirt riding up and exposing just enough of his stomach to see a scar. The moonlight reflects off the lighter line of skin.

“Nah. Kinda like it out here. It’s quiet. Company ain’t bad either.”

Steve looks back at him with a frown. “Don’t have to pretend to like me, dude. Everyone else already does that enough.”

“Who said I like you? I’m tolerating you.” Eddie smirks, waits for Steve to recognize he’s joking. When Steve relaxes, he nods towards the scar on Steve’s stomach. “Appendix?”

“What?” Steve glances down. “Oh. Yeah. When I was 12.”

“I was 14 when I got mine out,” Eddie lifts his layers to show off his matching scar. “My Uncle Wayne thought I was dying. He didn’t even know what an appendix was, let alone that it can cause all this trouble.”

“Yeah. My parents weren’t home when mine ruptured so I had to call the neighbors.”

Eddie frowns down at the table. “They leave you alone a lot? Even then?”

“Yeah. Not a big deal. I made it through okay.”

Okay isn’t the word Eddie would describe, but Eddie didn’t wanna argue.

“You eat a ridiculous amount of ice cream after?” Eddie’s smile grew when Steve nodded. “I convinced Wayne it was the only thing I could eat for nearly a week after.”

Steve laughed, Eddie smiles.

“You got a nice laugh, Harrington.”

He watches as Steve gets red in the face, a beautiful blush covering his cheeks and spreading down his neck.

“Not sure the last time I really laughed,” Steve admitted.

“Shame.”

Eddie stood up, grabbed his lunchbox, and walked around to stand in front of Steve. Steve looked up at him with glassy eyes, the high already sinking in.

“Want me to clear everyone out?” Eddie shouldn’t offer that, or anything. But Steve looks so lost, so tired.

“Nah. It’s nice just not being alone, even if it’s people I don’t like.”

“That’s fucked, man.”

“Yeah, well,” Steve shrugged. “Thanks for the weed.”

“Anytime.”

Eddie doesn’t know what comes over him. Maybe it’s the one drag of the joint he’d taken, maybe it’s the cold air, or maybe it’s just that annoying crush he’s had on Steve Harrington for years.

He reaches out, cups Steve’s cheek in his hand, and holds him for just a moment.

Neither of them say anything when Steve leans into it.

They don’t say anything when Eddie pulls away with a sad smile.

They won’t talk about it again at school.

But when Steve saves Eddie from the Upside Down a full year later, when he’s sitting at his bedside cupping Eddie’s cheek in his hand, they both seem to remember at the same time.

“We’ve got two matching scars now, Harrington.”

“Don’t think the appendix has anything on demobat scars, Munson.”

“What happened to calling me honey? I liked that.”

“What happened to sweetheart?”

Eddie let out a small laugh. “You’re gonna be trouble, sweetheart.”

“But I’m gonna be your trouble, honey.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #drabble #follower celebration #asks #pre steddie #getting together #cw: recreational drug use

[luveline]

hi! if you are still doing baby blurbs could I request a baby blurb of reader dating Steve and randomly buying him a bouquet of flowers + his reaction? ♥️

this is so sweet I love when boys get flowers!! sorry its not really a baby

0.8k words fem!reader

The flowers at the greengrocers are beautiful. A wall of ice buckets to fight the summer heat filled with peonies and lilies, yellows and reds with purple centres and green spots over delicate petals. The smell is a refreshing floral wave that tickles your nose.

Your eyes catch on a bouquet of white lilies tipped in a beautiful pink-purple. Your first thought is, I wish Steve would get me flowers that pretty. It's not a strictly fair wish to have because Steve does get you pretty flowers. You stroke the edge of a perfect petal before taking the fragrant bouquet into your hands with a small smile. 

You're very careful not to crush them on the bus to Steve's house. The small walk from the bus stop to his front door is full of second-guessing. What if this is super weird? What if he thinks you're being an idiot? Steve's too sweet on you to ever tell you, but it might be strange, right? 

No, you decide firmly. It's just a gift. 

You let yourself in like you usually do and leave your shoes next to his. 

"Steve?" you call, paper crinkling under your hands. 

"My baby!" he shouts back dramatically. 

You can hear the thunk of his scramble out of bed and there he appears at the top of the stairs. He descends and his face slowly changes from a cheery grin to poorly contained jealousy. 

"Who got you those?" he asks. 

He looks hot when he's frustrated, brows pinched and eyes dark.  

"What? Nobody. They're for you." 

He moves down the last step heavily. He's sleep-rumpled but smells sharply of spearmint toothpaste. His face is damp, shining like frost. 

You raise your hand to his cheek. "Did you just shower?"

"Washed my face. These are for me?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say with a forced nonchalance. You brush your thumb over his cheek and then drop your hand, pleased when his frustration quickly fades and is replaced by something milder. 

You hold them out to him. 

"Seriously," you say when he doesn't take them. "I got them for you at Mickey's. You… don't like them?"

"Are you kidding? They're beautiful."

Steve takes the flowers from you tentatively.

He clears his throat. You clear your own. 

It's definitely weird. He thinks it's weird, you think. 

You panic and turn away like you're gonna flee to the kitchen and he catches your arm before you can. He's not looking at you but the flowers in his hand.

"Nobody's ever got me flowers before." 

"I figured." 

"You don't think people give me flowers?" he asks, bemused. 

"Not like that, Stevie." 

He smooths his hand over your shoulder and squeezes the juncture of your neck. He has big hands. His fingers spread over your skin and feel all encompassing.

"Thank you, baby. I mean it." 

Steve taps your chest with the flowers. 

"You're welcome," you murmur. 

This close he makes your heart race, hoping for a kiss or something similar. He delivers, pulling you towards his chest carefully, the flowers folded between you. 

"Oh," you sigh in relief. "I was scared you didn't like them, for a second."

He chuckles easily and rubs the top of your back, pulling his face away to peer down at you. "I was scared! I thought some jock had made a move on you. I was fucking- I was like, shit, when was the last time I got her flowers?" 

You laugh and lift your chin, giving him your most demure smile. "The week before last. Thursday. You got me orange carnations. 'To celebrate spring.'" You raise your eyebrows. 

"It felt momentus." 

"Momentus!" you repeat, twining your fingers behind his neck loosely. "Definitely." 

He closes his eyes and leans his forehead to yours. You close your own. Slowly, so slowly, he rubs his nose against yours. 

"Is this how you feel when you get them?" he asks. 

"Depends. How does it feel?" 

His lips touch yours just barely. "Like I'm the luckiest guy on earth." 

"Yeah, it feels exactly like that," you say agreeably, stepping forward to kiss him properly, your smile achingly wide.

You've barely begun when he's pulling back. 

"Watch it! You'll crush them," he says. 

"Sorry," you say, half sincere as you allow him the space to hold his bouquet far from your embrace. 

"Should be," he says. 

He's deadpan serious as he hooks a finger through your belt loops and yanks you back into his grip.

You'll buy him a thousand bunches of flowers if it means you get to be kissed like this, a juxtaposition of rough and sweet, careful but undeniably wanting, his hand fierce at your waist and his hair soft between your fingers. You can't help giggling as he wades in, moving his head one way and then the other as he opens you up. A flower under his touch, blooming. 

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things

[imsoquarky]

Hi, Hello, I need to talk about Bruce

This beautiful man right here <3

IDK how much of this to consider spoilers for Trolls Band Together, so I'm doing all of it!

♠️ - ♣️ - ♥️ - ♦️ SPOILERS FOR BAND TOGETHER ♠️ - ♣️ - ♥️ - ♦️

Y'know, Branch's purple haired brother who's my favorite of his brothers for a few different reasons that I'm about to spew onto Tumblr at an unreasonable hour?

Okay so, Bruce is my favorite, and I think it's bullshit that the wiki calls him Spruce despite that not being his name anymore.

Trans headcanon? Maybe. Anyways!

I love how Bruce is written for many different reasons, I also love how he's handled when it comes to his body type.

1 minute before going on stage, JD says he expects 100 more crunches before show-time, which is insane considering Bruce (I know that's not his name at this point, but that is what we're calling him) has already done over 500, and 100 crunches in 60 seconds? I don't think that's even possible.

Ofc this is who JD is as a character, BUT THIS POST ISN'T ABOUT HIM, he's just a walking ick.

I can't imagine this kind of treatment, which is implied to have gone on for quite some time...

...would give anybody a positive view of their body. I'm not going to add things on to make JD a worse person, even if I don't like him, but from what bits and pieces we do see, he puts more emphasis on Bruce's physical body than any of his other brothers.

For his other brothers, it's more about their clothing and personality presentation. Bruce? The emphasis was his body, abs specifically.

It's not like he wasn't proud of them, but I feel as if they were another thing that still connected him to JD. All the brothers changed things about themselves that JD put emphasis on (Except Floyd, ig?).

But I'm straying away from the point I was trying to get to.

By the time we see Bruce again, he's lost the abs and put on some weight. However, this is not treated as a bad thing. Which I absolutely adore.

He's still perceived as attractive!! No jokes about "letting himself go" or even any jokes about putting on weight because he got married or whatever.

He's not muscular anymore, he's more laid-back and lives on VACATION ISLAND FOR FUCKS SAKE! He doesn't appear to have such a rigorous work-out routine anymore... Except his kids. I'd say having children 3 times your size would be intense.

Speaking of his children...

THIS MAN HAD THIRTEEN CHILDREN??? My man, why

But I digress.

Also, not only is him being plus-size not treated as a joke or a negative thing, but

HE STAYS THAT WAY!

Genuinely he makes me so happy, you guys have no idea. I love him.

Anyways, some smaller tid bits that I love about Bruce~

THIS MAN'S HAIR <3 <3 <3 <3 I will explode. ALSO THOSE BANGS AAAA

Him and his wife ughhhh <3 They're so goddamn cute.

Also we have a similar taste in women, which is "tall".

There are too many screenshots of his kids I could share, but I love dad Bruce.

This fucking quote.

It lives rent free in my brain and I laugh like a child every time I hear it.

Probably my #1 favorite quote from the entire movie I laughed so hard

Look at how cute he is here

Him looking so proud of his baby brother

Anyways it's 1 am and my alarm is set for 7 so ima go to bed. I have negative points about Bruce too that I do wanna touch on at some point, but I just needed to dump all my love for him.

This is my coping mechanism for finals week.

#trolls #trolls dreamworks #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls bruce #clem's rambles

[k0yaz]

Hi K0yaz♥️ Love your writing so much!

May I request Dom! Shinobu x a fem! reader? Shinobu just taming an adorable brat by sitting on her face or something else with that soft smile on her lips while she tells them she’s got something that noisy mouth can do that’s useful (*≧∀≦*)

Please don’t feel pressured to write this or anything, I understand it’s a busy part of the year starting up soon. I’m drowning a bit too lol

Stay well and healthy!★彡 XOXO

disobedient brat.

Pairing(s): shinobu kocho x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, brat taming, face sitting, afab reader, cunnilingus, dom!shinobu, cum swallowing, slight tit fondling, tongue riding, idk if this is even a warning but lots of thigh mention ig?? (Put this one for shits n giggles please-)

A/N: I promise that I’ll try to write a bit longer next time but I hope you don’t mind a slighter shorter fic! I’m glad you understand how busy it’s getting this year, and I appreciate it <33

Strained gasps left your lips as your fingers dug into the sides of Shinobu’s thighs, keeping them spread apart as your tongue flattened against her sopping cunt. You growled under your breath slightly, only for it to be replaced by a moan when Shinobu pressed herself back down onto your tongue, a soft but assertive gasp escaping her feverish lips as she smiles down at your arrogant expression.

“My, look at you.” She whispered, her smile still kept on her lips as her hips rolled up and down your face, her need for friction becoming evident. Her gaze trailed down to your face between her grinding, her fingers tightening into your scalp as you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You roughly dug your fingers back into her thighs as you pulled her back down, your tongue making its way back into Shinobu’s pulsing hole.

The persistent, bratty expression remained plastered to your face as you continued to feel her spongy walls tighten around your tongue as she bucked her hips back and forth. Moans spilled out of both of your lips as Shinobu pressed herself up against you as best she could, her fingers slipping under the collar of your shirt as she unbuttoned the delicate fabric roughly.

The erotic movements of her body continued as you shook beneath her, fingers digging into her thighs as you jerked your head away, albeit in an aggressive manner.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now there’s no way I’m doing any more- hmph-!”

You were cut off by Shinobu’s lips slammed against yours, hands tightening around your half buttoned shirt’s collar. Her tongue traced the lining of your mouth, teeth pulling down onto your bottom lip roughly, as the kiss grew more heated with her exploring your mouth. Breathy whines and whimpers escaped your lips as you gasped for air while gripping onto her small frame. She guided you back onto the mattress, before pulling away and gasping, as her purple eyes pierced into yours. Her index finger and thumb slipped beneath your chin, tilting it up slightly so you can meet her gaze. Fuck, even though she was so short, it didn’t seem like it in this moment.

“Y/N, who said we were done, you brat.” She purred. Despite her harsh wording, her voice remained soft spoken and calm. Her lips ghosted your exposed neck as you felt her warm breath run up and down your skin, sending goosebumps across your body. Her palm pressed against your bare chest as her fingertips toyed with the straps of your bra, dragging it out with her fingers, then letting go and slap back onto your skin, causing you to yelp slightly.

You felt her soft thighs rest on either side of your own as she pushed you down onto the bed, your back flat against the mattress below you with Shinobu straddling your lap. She leaned down, placing a surprisingly chaste kiss onto the end of your cheek below your ear, before pressing her plump lips onto the shell of your ear.

“Since you like to be such a disobedient brat, why don’t you do something useful with that noisy mouth of yours~?” She breathed out, leaving your eyes wide and your bottom lip trembling slightly as her face drifted closer and closer to your lips.

Shinobu finally closed the distance when her lips slammed onto yours, allowing you to savor her taste for a bit longer as your hand tangled through her hair, and your tongue glided along hers, swiping it against her bottom lip in an almost desperate manner.

She pulled away suddenly, leaving your slick coated lips feeling lonely, causing you to whine slightly.

“Don’t worry, your lips won’t be so lonely after your tongue is mine.”

Without hesitation, she slammed you back down onto the mattress, her fingers curled around your wrists tightly as she buried them deeper into the plush of the mattress. Shinobu almost immediately took her place above your face, as she descended down onto your mouth and moaned out slightly. Her fingers trailed down to your shoulders, rubbing them slightly before digging her fingers into your shoulders, her soft thighs now straddling your head as she began rocking back and forth against your rough lips.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, the feeling of her clit bumping your nose over and over, while her drooling pussy was right there—just right there for you to taste with just one flick of your tongue. Your thighs pressed together at the thought of her taste once again, the damp spot in your underwear growing wetter as you wanted to taste her now.

It wasn’t just an order this time, you simply wanted it.

You immediately pulled her down by her thighs onto your mouth, making her yelp slightly. You stuck out your deprived tongue, rolling it against her slit as you continued lapping at her juices hungrily. Your tongue ran up and down her cunt, collecting her slick onto your lips as if it was some sort of love nectar you craved.

Although you couldn’t see her face, you could tell that Shinobu was wearing that signature smile of hers, even through breathy moans and gasps every time your tongue made contact with her hot clit. All you could make out was groans and whines of the phrase, “Fuck baby, you’re doing so well..” as your tongue continues to circle her smooth bud.

Her slick served as the perfect lubricant for your tongue to make its way into her entrance, licking at her heated core roughly. Shinobu moaned out in a high pitched voice at your tongue entering her throbbing pussy. Her walls twitched and pulsed around your tongue, as you smiled against her drooling cunt. Your tongue continued to explore inside her, pressing and licking the soft and spongy texture of her inner walls closing in and tightening around your tongue.

All of a sudden, Shinobu’s movements quickened as she grinded herself against your tongue, hips rolling up and down your lips quickly, and her fingers planted firmly into your shoulders. The squelching of her cunt was all that resonated in your ears as the erotic actions overtook both of your bodies. You also continued to meet her movements, occasionally kissing her clit as you continued moving and thrusting your tongue into her, no matter how badly your lip muscles ached.

Shinobu’s hips suddenly jerked, pushing forward into one long, but quick motion as she pressed herself onto your tongue, allowing it to go as deep as it possibly could into her. Before long, her cum spilled down onto your lips, slightly trickling down from her pussy onto the corners of your lips as you swallowed her creamy liquid without hesitation. You pulled Shinobu off of you gently, hoisting her up by her thighs off of your face before wiping your climaxed lips with your unbuttoned shirt.

When you allowed yourself up and off the bed, you suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap her fingers tightly around your inner collar, pulling you back down and shifting your positions once again even if she remained on top of you. A light pink blush dusted your cheeks as you looked up at her with widened eyes, opening your mouth to say something before Shinobu hushed you with a finger against your lips. Her hand moved to rest under your breast slightly, along with her freehand dipping down between your legs and into your heated core.

“Now, Y/N. Who said I was done with you~?”

A/N: BRO IM WRITING THIS NEXT TO MY MOM AT 2 AM PLEASE HELP-

Anyway this was actually so fun to write omg

#kny x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny smut #demon slayer x reader smut #kny x reader smut #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho #kimetsu shinobu #kny shinobu #shinobu demon slayer #kocho shinobu x reader #kny kocho #demon slayer kocho #shinobu kocho smut #shinobu smut #demon slayer shinobu #shinobu x y/n #shinobu x you #kocho shinobu #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu x Reader smut

[roanniom]

Ok, hear me out (not a request just a thought I can't get out of my head - do what you want with it!) just crawling up to Eddie where he sits, manspreading on the couch, kissing his legs wherever the rips and holes in his jeans are until you come to the belt - getting it open and just ... swallowing him whole!

Ok hear ME out though.

More Sensitivity

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, groping, knee worship (? Is that a thing? Is this weird? Lol I don’t care), hypersensitivity, hand job, blow job

Crawling to Eddie across the cheap carpet in your first apartment. He sees you under the paper back he was reading and drops it, eyes widening. His legs spread a bit farther apart as you near him on your hands and knees.

“Hey there, Princess…” he trails off hesitantly. You continue making your way lithely across the floor to him, sitting up and perching on your heels when you reach the space between his socked feet.

“Hey handsome,” you say quietly, a smile on your face. You kiss your way up from his mid calf, pressing lips to denim, until you reach his knees.

You place a delicate kiss to the skin exposed by the rip there, making eye contact before placing your teeth over the exposed thread, lifting up and pulling to rip the hole wider.

Eddie’s eyes widen even further at the action and his chest begins moving up and down as his breathing kicks up, watching you.

“What are you…?”

You do the same to the other knee, ripping the hole open further with your teeth until both knee caps are fully exposed. Then, still maintaining eye contact, you place a hand over the hardening bulge in his jeans before dropping your head down to suck a wet kiss right on the side of his left knee.

“Holy fuck. Jesus Mary mother of - oh god.”

Eddie grips his thighs with white knuckles as you continue to lick and suck at his exposed knees, moving from one to the other while you palm at his hard on. His hard on which has swollen to the point way past comfort within the confines of his tight black jeans. He can’t tell if it’s the actual placement of your lips, or your pointed crotch rubbing or the look in your eyes as you gaze up at him from on your knees, but Eddie’s fucking gone.

Right when he thinks he’s going to bust in his jeans, you rock forwards off your heels and lift up onto your knees. You make quick work of his button and zipper and efficiently pull his aching dick out into the open air.

Licking a teasing little circle into the underside of his purpling mushroom head, you drop a teasing hand to one of his now well-loved knees. When your finger lightly traces the outline of the widened hole in his jeans, Eddie’s hips buck towards your face of their own accord. You close a hand around his shaft and begin pumping him in earnest.

“W-what are you doing to me?” Eddie asks, dropping lower in his seat on the couch, legs splaying even wider as his hips spasm into your grasp, seeking more more more. “How are you - shit.”

You suck another hickey into his knee and he’s bucking, yet again, into your fist. You smile at him from where you rest your chin on his knee. Thumb smoothing over the pool of precum collecting at his slit.

“Like it?” you ask teasingly. Innocently. As if you haven’t just wrecked him and made him both deliriously turned on and incredibly confused.

“How did you know to do that?” he sputters. You’re jerking him in earnest now, shuffled forward between his thighs and placing light, licking kisses to his tip. You shrug.

“ I didn’t. You just kept reacting so I kept going,” you answer simply, before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

He cums down your throat with barely time for a strangled warning not a minute after ♥️

~*~

Lmao I am so sorry for this.

Btw this is NOT the follow up to Sensitive, the fic where you discover Eddie’s ears are sensitive. This is completely stand alone and created because I am a menace.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson discourse #eddie munson x fem!reader

[outsidersandlostboys]

These little things with the Lost Boys make my heart so happy, I’m glad y’all like them ♥️

Chaos with the boys 3

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Y/n: Guess what I’m about to get David!

David: On my nerves.

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Y/n cussing a surf nazi out: now listen hear you crusty hair, no skincare looking ass bitch you come near my boys again and I’ll tear out your lower intestine and play jump rope with it! You got me?!

Marko: isn’t Y/n just the sweetest?

Dwayne: they certainly have a way with words…

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Dwayne: David we got a problem.

David: what?

Dwayne: Y/n and the others have discovered orbees.

David: dear god no.

Dwayne: yes.

David: QUICK BEFORE ONE OF THE DUMBASSES EATS ONE!

*cut to Dwayne attempting to pull Y/n’s arm away from their face, and David trying to get the handful of orbees out of their hand*

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Male Y/n: I love you guys.

Stoned Paul: bro that’s kinda gay

Marko: You are gay though, Paul

Stoned Paul: oh shit yeah, I love you too bro

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(David and Dwayne got too stoned)

Marko: Dude are you okay?

David walking on the ceiling: which one of you fuckers swapped the floor and the ceiling?

Paul: Dwayne what are you doing?

Dwayne holding a pillow: cuddling Y/n, why?

Paul: that’s a pillow, Y/n’s right there *points to Y/n drunk*

Dwayne starts tearing up: Y/n turned into a pillow!

Y/n crying: oh no I turned into a pillow!

Marko: I regret my decisions that led up to this day.

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(Wholesome one to take a break from the insanity)

David: Y/n what are you doing?

Y/n: Making earrings for you guys.

David: Which one is mine?

Y/n: this purple one cause it suits your vibe, mysterious but loyal and gently scary but comfortingly familiar.

David holding back tears: tHaNks BRo 🥹

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Paul: Y/n seems to bite their nails when their anxious

Dwayne: yeah, David and Marko tend to paint them to get Y/n to stop

Marko gripping a bottle of nail polish: Y/N I SEE YOU BITING THEM C’MERE

David: DON’T STRESS THEM IT MAKES IT WORSE

Y/n running from Marko: YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME PALE BOY!

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I’m glad people enjoy these because half the time their written at 1 am by a sleep-deprived me lol

🖤♥️

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #i love them #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #my favourite boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #so fruity #vampire

[kookieswan]

Shades of Us - Suga Puff

Poly!NamGi x Reader

Word Count: 700+ words

Genre: Poly!AU, College!AU, a nice mix of Angst, Fluff, and Humor! Established relationship this time around.

Warnings: MC is a little stressed out, nothing major though! Just the usual college horrors.

Notes: A request from my baby @sugarflywme. I hope you like it love ♥️🤍

Find the Shades of Us Masterlist here! 🎨

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“What… the… fuck…?” You blink once, twice, thrice at the absolute masterpiece that sits in your living room as you waddle out of your bedroom, blanket clutched tightly around yourself. It’s still a complete mess, the floor covered in newspaper and splattered paint, brushes strewn about as you hastily tried to make something work. Tried to make anything work.

Nothing worked though. Nothing and Yoongi and Joon had watched in worry as you nearly ripped your hair out in frustration. It should have been a simple abstract painting for your Painting III level class and instead it turned into a sad little blob of hatred.

They tried their best to support you, quietly giving you food or refilling your coffee when it ran out, and you appreciate it so damn much. They had even tried to give pointers, Yoongi especially insightful since he has his toes more than dipped into the art world… But this…

“So in my defense, I told big titties over here that he was adding too much pink.” You shuffle closer to the canvas, rubbing your eyes in hopes that the pink fluffy blob will turn into something else. It does not.

“You can never have enough pink! It looks good still…?” Namjoon steps closer behind you, keeping a safe distance as you finally stand directly in front of the easal. When you had left it last night, the painting was something of a sky. A very swirly messed up sky, but still a sky with clouds and something akin to the aurora borealis. Now…

“It looks like a flamingo puked on it.” It does. There’s an obscene amount of pinks and some purple swatched in, and upon closer inspection, the blob has little wings… and a face. It has a fucking face that looks strangely like UwU.

“We named it ‘Suga Puff’. He is friendly and likes cheese.” Of course he likes cheese. That would explain the little yellow dot on the side of its mouth. Turning to look back at your boyfriends, the way they immediately cringe would be apparent to anyone. To be fair, you’re not sure if you want to laugh hysterically or cry till you dry up.

“… Thank you for adding in Suga Puff. He’s very… Charming.” You all stare at each other for a solid ten seconds before you burst into laughter, unable to contain all the emotions that you’ve been harboring the past few days. They laugh with you until you start to cry, their faces turning to horror before they’re both on you, your blanket dropping to the ground.

“Oh no baby we’re so sorry it’s okay please don’t cry-“ Joon starts rambling, effectively embracing both you and Yoongi as the smaller man holds you close and kisses the side of your head. He doesn’t say a word but his silence is a comfort on its own. He knows how stressful your art courses can be, you’ve seen him lose his shit before. Sometimes it’s just better to let it all out.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. It’s so cute and I think it’s adorable and your were just trying to help…” Namjoon hugs you tighter for a second before loosening his grip, allowing Yoon to pull back. He kisses your cheek while Namjoon leans in and kisses the other, both of your boyfriends finally smiling, dimpled and gummy, as you giggle quietly.

“No need to apologize sweetheart. We’ll help you whip up something new, you still have a week. Now, how about we eat breakfast, yeah?” You hum and nod, Namjoon leading you over to the couch while Yoongi wanders over to the kitchen. You honestly couldn’t ask for better boyfriends…

“Do you losers want pancakes or waffles? Or both?” You call back that you want strawberry pancakes, partially because you love them and partially because Yoongi does too. Plopping down on the couch, you lean into Joon, eyes appraising the beautiful art work your loves crafted from your mistakes. In all honesty, it actually is pretty darn cute.

“I hope you know I’ll be hanging that up in the living room for everyone to see. I’m quite proud of our collaboration.” Namjoon nods proudly to himself, a long arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you in. You cuddle closer, quietly smiling to yourself as Yoongi yells about potentially burning the house down.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#shades of us #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #namjoon angst #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts angst

[juliapark13]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cve81XVo7i_/?igshid=NjIwNzIyMDk2Mg==

Wow just wow 🤩🤩🤩

For me performers in BTS goes like : JM > JK > Hobi > Tae > Suga > Jin > RM

Jimin is superior, no matter who denies it we all know even haters eyes automatically gravitate towards him. Theres a reason why among all member's his fancams went viral multiple times. He gracefully flows but with crisp moves. Basically sex symbol of BTS... no one can say Jimin's performance doesn't make them feel some way lol. Just him wearing his purple outfit with purple eyes and wt hair is enough to captivate people.

Jk and hobi, for me the difference is power and sex appeal. JK gives more power in moves and oozes sex appeal which makes his performance more attractive. He performs like he wanna wreck you lol.

Someone told Jimin always gives : Come and get me energy while JK gives: I'm gonna eat you up energy. Its evident in their performances too.

Tae and Yoongi are laid back perfomers but Tae's cold looks gives him an aura which makes him more appealing to many. While Yoongi only concentrate on expressions while his part comes up. But I don't understand why some are adamant about Tae being in dance line lol. There's a huge difference in movements and stability 3J gives in performance vs tae.

Jin and RM, not best performers but Jin kinda has a cute expression while performing than RM. While RM looks like he's repeating moves which he by hearted. Also many expressions make his performance awkward lol. But it's ok, as dancing line is strong they cover it up.

Interesting analysis. I don’t know how exactly I would place others besides JM and JK, probably similarly as you.

BTS’s performances overall are incomparable and unmatched. But in my opinion JM and JK in both group and solo performances stand out.

Let’s watch some Jimin’s now

1st of all this legendary iconic Jimin main character

Then this most iconic fancam

Lie - timeless iconic, it’s one of my favourite songs by him and my favourite performance

Serendipity - another timeless iconic

Filter - epic

This Set Me Free Pt.2 performance

This Like Crazy performance, I love this one

Jimin dancing contemporary is my favourite

Basically everything is iconic

https://x.com/army_grace13/status/1691739551700762733?s=46&t=TCyyINa-p83r3nbZeDKK5A

And when Jungkook and Jimin dance and sing together? Unmatched power duo

Imagine if he had concert where he would perform all of his old and new songs…

#jimin #jikook