#they show affection through words AND actions

[luminiamore]

plug connie springer x black stripper reader

warnings: boy is down bad, a little bit of mikasa x reader??, mikasa is famous heree, connie is a tease, he’s also hispanic asf, ya’ll didn’t even make it to the club, hints of yandere, mirror action, he fucks u while he’s crossfaded, wall sex, he talks a lot, dude is rambling, good ole cream pie, gotta love breeding

a/n: i got carried away (⌒_⌒;)

can you guys tell i like my men desperate lol, this is so long i might make this a series (4.9k words)

one down, like five more to goooo

The lifestyle of stripping was something you truly couldn’t get enough of. The late nights. The smooth poles. Dancing on those smooth poles. And most importantly, the money. Oh fuck, how you loved the money. Living the fast life gave you such a rush that you adored it just as much as you hated it.

It’s not your first choice, not by a long shot. You were raised in Jamaica, New York. And your parents., you loved them. Honestly, you did, but you would probably be the most miserable person in the world if you kept heeding their strict Christian views.

You tried everything to reach up to their impossibly high standards. They wanted you to get an A in every assignment? Try A+. They wanted you to wear less revealing clothes because ‘No man will ever want you’? You’re showing up to your classes in turtlenecks just to keep their mouths shut.

You even made it a routine to clean the entire house top to bottom on Sundays since they started complaining that ‘You never do anything around this house.’ It was beyond annoying. You were fucking tired.

Growing up in Notre Dame School of Manhattan was nothing short of horrible. Proclaimed ‘good girls’ snorting more than half a line of coke in the school bathrooms. Drugs you aren’t even sure how they got access to, but then again, they are rich white kids. Teachers and hypocritical professors pretend to be oblivious to the bullshit drama their students are in. Your parents’ oblivion for keeping you here is even greater. Even after sharing stories with them, they would advise you to be more like the students at your school.

It was a miracle you didn’t turn out that far gone, despite what your profession is currently. You’ve smoked a little weed here and there. Experience some sort of awakening tripping off shrooms the weekend your parents took a trip to Barbados.

Without you, of course. Despite this, you were always taken care of. Your differences in opinion would never justify their abandonment of you. You knew they loved you when they got you a ticket to see The Weeknd live after you got a perfect score on your final, not after telling you their opinions on the matter, of course.

‘I don’t know why you listen to such devil music.’

‘I should’ve never gotten you this trash.’

The guilt you felt for wanting to have fun kept you from almost going. You went anyway, choosing to avoid allowing their misery to affect you.

Everything was fine; you played along with this draining game, and everything was fine. Until they decided to kick you out for finding a small baggie of blow (that wasn’t even yours) peeking out from the top of your purse. You don’t even know how it got there.

Honestly, you didn’t. You tried to communicate that while they were packing all the clothes they could find in your closet into two medium-sized luggage bags. But they wouldn’t listen, opting for screaming so loud you could see the neighbors peeking through the window. At the very least, they were kind enough not to throw them onto the concrete ground. Their stubbornness was unyielding. You just couldn’t get through to them.

You were able to rent an apartment you had put a deposit on a month before this happened because of the money in your savings account. Unfortunately, your funds were only sufficient for rent for two months due to groceries and other necessities.

When graduation came, your parents were nowhere to be found, so you realized that you had to find a means of earning money before you ended up sleeping on the streets.

You tried looking for a ’regular’ job -- a barista, a waitress, even applied to be a fucking bartender. It’s not as easy as it seems when those who already have one talk about finding a job. Why do they claim that they need to hire immediately and yet still reject you? Considering that your lack of work experience prevents you from being hired, you feign a little on your resume. Turns out, you’re not a very good liar.

Where was pretty privilege when you needed it?!

Despite applying to 500 companies, none could offer you a job within the next two weeks, which happened to be when your rent was due.

You really had no other option. You took your pretty ass and marched to the nearest club. Which happened to be the... Hustlers club? Why did that sound familiar? 

Upon entering, you outright demanded to speak with the person in charge, and when you saw him, he demanded that he offer you a job. Lucky for you, the owner happened to be there that day. He observed the little moment you had when you stormed in..well, he observed the way your tits bounced in your low-cut tee and immediately pulled you into his office.

He had the thought that you would make him a lot of money if you worked for him, and he’s sure his business partner would agree if she saw you. He just had to make sure.

A figure appeared in the corner, striking up from the edge of his desk and making a slight sniffling noise. A girl, a beautiful one with distinct Asian features. Her leather skirt was short, only barely covering past 2 inches of her thigh. Her tits were pushed up to a necklace in a black corset-like top. An ornamental gold necklace.. with the letter M.

Wait. Is that-

That’s where it dawned on you why the name of this club sounded so familiar. On a random Tuesday afternoon, you find yourself standing in front of a celebrity. You were standing in front of Mikasa Ackerman. The Mikasa Ackerman. As in, owner of Mirror Palais, the highest-paid model in Japan, co-owner of one of the best clubs in New York, Mikasa Ackerman. Oh shit.

You remember seeing her on an Instagram reel in front of this very club, along with the other owner. The other owner, his name was.. what was it again? He swivels you around to face him, almost as if he hears your thoughts,

“Eren Yeager, sweetheart.”

A soft handshake accompanied by a gentle tone. He was quick to introduce you to the beautiful eyes that stayed fixed on your face since you walked into the dimly lit room. Eren guides you towards the brown leather couch where his friend is sitting,

“And, this is the lovely Mikasa. I’m sure you sure you know who she is.”

Feeling intimidated by her intense gaze, you nodded quickly and stumbled a bit when introducing yourself. Her following words didn’t calm your nerves anyhow,

“A real pleasure meeting you, beautiful.”

Eren could tell that Mikasa already liked you; the girl was practically fucking you with her eyes. But he wasn’t here for that; he cleared his throat to draw attention to him in the room. He had a goal in mind: to get you signed up. Eren wanted you dancing in his club today.

He sits you down and swiftly gets into business mode.

‘What kind of position are you looking for?’

‘What’s the minimum salary you want to earn here?’

He tries to get a sense of what you’re looking for before proposing to work as a stripper. Although he wants you to, he can compromise. Server position and the minimum salary you asked for was $65,000.

“And I’m not leaving til I get that or something better.”

Well, you wanted better, right? Eren explains to you that his club didn’t have any more waitress positions and Mikasa...

Well, that day, you found out that she was really good with words. She did a great job at convincing you that you’d make double the amount you asked for moving your perfect body on the pole. I mean...

“Look at that body of yours. You’d be pretty famous here, sweetheart.”

And shit, she was right. You really couldn’t blame the girls who never wanted to leave, simply too addicted to the drugs, to the fast life, especially to the money. The amount of money you made every night was simply insurmountable. And you found it funny because it wasn’t just the money. Really, it wasn’t.

The sensation that occurs when your lower body rotates on the pole. The art of dancing like this ignited such a passion from you. The attention, from the men and the women. One of the most popular clubs in the city had you as a crowd favorite. You knew it shouldn’t be something you liked; you never wanted to get too wrapped up in a life like this. But shit, it was sensational.

You didn’t let it slip, even though you shined on the stage. There are people who would take advantage of you even more if they knew you actually enjoyed what you do; you know this. When it was time to go, you left with no hesitation. You had to remind yourself of what you were here for, to provide and care for yourself until you find a better job.

And you stuck to that goal for a solid five months; nothing deterred you. Of course, that’s what you’re thinking. In reality, from the very first moment Eren had you on that pole, you found yourself coming back for one reason. Even if you weren’t subconsciously aware of it, him.

Connie, you heard the owner greet one day. He was definitely attractive. There was something about him, something about how he threw money at you and only you. Your body shivered without fail due to the gray eyes that watched your every move. The way he man spreads and tilts his head back when taking a hit, revealing neck tattoos that you know cover his stomach under that black Nike Tech hoodie. He was so fucking fine.

Only a few men can pull off a buzz cut. How does he do it so effortlessly? Maybe it was the color? How would he change it like it was nothing every two weeks?

You noticed he had a thin mustache, and when you got closer to his face.. Fuck. Was that a diamond nose ring?

He was a drug dealer. You caught that three months ago. Around that point, he began asking for you to exclusively serve his section. Eren had no problem with that; after all, this was his friend. But Connie started getting.. greedy. He wanted more than that. He started getting bold. He wanted your body on that twirling solely for him.

“Hell no.”

Eren filled the quiet section. Your body was followed by both green and gray eyes as you moved on the stage, with Connie’s eyes being more intense and focused compared to the other. The thriving club was filled with both of them enjoying a glass of Richard Hennessy Cognac in the VIP area.

Connie never had a good relationship with mixing Henny and weed. He was aware of that. He has a tendency to indulge in sinful thoughts. He didn’t let that stop him from rolling the blunt anyway.

His mind would get drawn towards dangerous places, mainly when he saw you. The way your thong disappeared between your cheeks under your lacey two-piece made him ready to fuck you right there. To show those perverted and prickly eyes that stuck like glue onto you that they could never have you. That you were his. Or, you will be.

Connie hasn’t even fucked you yet. Hasn’t gone anywhere near the sticky wetness he knows you have in between your legs.

You two indulge in what you could only describe as subtle grinding in the back rooms. All the dancing that you’re supposed to be doing on the pole, you’re doing on his lap instead. It was against the rules; you especially knew this. That didn’t stop either of you. Well, more so Connie than you.

At first, his best friend was against it. The customers you brought in were earning him at least $100k a night. While his other show girls were beautiful, you radiated a different type of aura onto the stage. You were something different. It was genuinely insane how you could move, you didn’t even have prior training. You found that every night, you got better than the previous; it was a natural talent.

Connie, being Connie, offered Eren twice that amount for every night he gets to spend with you alone. That was every night you were on the clock, besides, he had no problem making that back by the next day. When it came to his girl, there was never a problem for him.

And Connie never regretted the amount he spent on you. Being alone with you was something he had grown to crave incessantly. To him? It was worth it. He’d get so excited to just walk into the back room and find you waiting for him. All pretty, just tempting him to ruin you. Then, when you start performing in front of him, your body moves in a way that would hypnotize the stoic man.

And it wasn’t just your body to Connie. There was a certain allure to you. He was observant of the way you moved, spoke, and behaved. He understood that someone like you doesn’t come by every day. He just had to have you, own you. Your body, your fucking soul, everything you possessed, he wanted it for himself. He didn’t care if it sounded selfish; he’s okay with being that when it comes to you.

It’s reasonable to assume that he would have the final say on what you wear for him since he was the only person you would dance for, right? That was the route he took to get your number. That’s the reason you got a text from him while you were getting ready to shower for your night shift.

One of his friends- Was he talking about Mikasa?

You could have given it more thought, but your shift was only an hour away, and Connie was on his way. Using a small gray towel, you drape it onto the fat of your wet boobs. Your hands lather your Shea Butter oil on the top of your left thigh quickly, but you stop when your doorbell rings.

“Coming!”

You yelp, quickly slip on your slippers, and move toward the door. The man had always taken you home, and on the other side of the coin, he always took you to work. You didn’t bother asking how he knew your address the first time, afraid that it would spark an answer you’re not ready to hear. Occasionally, if you were too intoxicated to carry yourself to your apartment, he would act as your knight in shining armor and hold you in bridal fashion to your door without saying a word.

It should have been simple enough: he goes in and gets out. And it would have been that simple if he hadn’t seen your pink lacy thong loosely hanging off your door knob. He was simply a man, one who desired to feel every part of you. The tip of that thong was hanging out of his pockets when Connie left your apartment that night.

Swinging your door open makes you almost breathless. Connie was a tall person. Everything about him just screamed: big. He was easily over 6 feet 2 inches tall, and he came to your door carrying a medium-sized shopping bag. You step back, observing as he comes in right after taking his slides off by your door.

“You’re here early, Con. I’m not ready yet.” You whisper, still a little perplexed he’s already here. Despite the amount of money you know he has, you rarely ever see him in anything other than a white tee and black sweats. Today was no different. Minor differences in each pair made it clear that they were different every time. You suppose it had something to do with his dangerous line of work.

He hands you the cream-colored bag, and his eyes never leave your lips all the while. You suddenly became very conscious that you were breathing the same air as Connie, who appeared right in front of you. He leans in, the ghost of his lips felt against your collarbone,

“You smell good,” His tatted hands sneakily climbed their way onto your wide hips. Before muttering a curse under his breath, he squeezes once. For the first time since meeting you, Connie isn’t being truthful. He didn’t come to your apartment to take you to your job. Tonight, he had different intentions.

He came tonight to put a full stop to the cat-and-mouse game that you guys have been playing for the past five months. Two fully packed blunts and three shots of Don Julio convinced him that his attraction towards you was not going away.

He should’ve realized it when he started making a habit of watching over you outside of the strip club. She needs someone to protect her, he thinks. You don’t pay attention to your surroundings. You have no idea, don’t you? Your beauty could easily lead to someone from the club becoming obsessed and following you. Anyone who wasn’t him.

He also should’ve realized it when he started beating his dick into overstimulation to your pictures on Instagram. And after your shift. Of course, before your shift. Eren witnessed him having to excuse himself during your shift because his dick was painfully throbbing against his boxers.

Connie really liked you. And somewhere in that twisted mind of his, he believed that you two were truly meant for each other. He should’ve never waited this long, “Put this on, ma.”

He pushes the bag towards your chest and moves your hips in the direction of your room. Your thighs twitch as you hum and make a little run to the end of your hall. He follows after you slowly, eyes shifting to the way your ass peaks out from under the towel.

This scene feels oddly familiar. A predator stalking its prey, just waiting for the right moment to pounce. You didn’t know what Connie came here to do; in your mind, you were just getting ready for work. He almost felt sorry for you, almost felt sorry for how he was going to ruin you, almost.

He made sure to take his time approaching your door so that you could be ready and prepared for him when he arrived. And you didn’t disappoint. In front of your vanity makeup mirror, you were sat on the cushion chair. Applying what looked like oil from a flower bottle onto your neck.

You look better in the dress than he expected. Your fat tits sitting so perfectly, and the lace meshing with your skin. You pretended to ignore him behind your seat, starting to feel the weight of his presence around you. This was probably the thinnest item you had ever owned, yet his hands pressing on your shoulders made your skin feel like it was on hot volcanic soil.

You catch his eye in the mirror, and despite your flustered state, he doesn’t grant you the satisfaction of looking away. Not even while his hands lower down to your rib cage, right under your plush boobs. Especially not even while his giant palms wrap around the fabric covering your nipple in a tight grip.

You gasp, a moan bottling in your throat, “C-Con!”

It could have been the way you uttered his name or the way your head pressed against his chest. Regardless, Connie lost control and dropped his head into the crook of your neck, beginning to sprinkle small, wet kisses. He grips harder, and you... you get louder.

“You drive me fucking insane,” Your flesh is now exposed to his hands as they slip into the dress. “Skin so soft,” He kneads his hands into your chest, squeezing as if he’s hoping milk will pour out of them. He groans, “God, you’re so perfect mama.” The thought of that makes a shiver run down his body.

Poor Mikasa, she spent all night working on that dress once she heard it was for you. Connie didn’t even let it last for a good ten minutes before you heard a faint rip sound in the midst of your whimpers.

Your brain is struggling to keep up with the speed of everything happening. You attempt to tilt your head back, but he shuts it down right away. “Eyes on the mirror.” He moves one hand to your throat, keeping you still. You feel your body shake under his hold, twitching slightly from his small attack. You didn’t have the courage to look away, not even as far as you could.

“I’ve been so patient.” Squeezing your left nipple, he drops his fingers down the ripped material until they reach the top of your pussy lips. “Cumming to the thought of your pretty face like a fucking teenager,” His words bring a mewl to your lips. Your body starts sweating, nervous at the way his fingers are just rubbing circles around your skin.

Would he pull away if your hips jerked against his hand? You hoped against all odds that he wouldn’t. You’ve never allowed yourself to feel this desperate for anyone, but being around Connie left you like this. You were at a loss for what to do. Your thoughts were racing to find something, anything, that would bring him closer to you.

It’s unclear what motivated him to answer your prayers. But in the next moment, he pushed his middle finger into the center of where your slick was overflowing onto the cushion. He creates slight tap sounds with the puddle between your fat lips, playing with you.

Your eyes close for just a second and burst wide open when you feel a sudden intrusion in your sticky hole. “A-Ah!” A sob leaves your lips, your eyes falling back to your face in the mirror when you register his next words,

“Eyes on the mirror, mama. I haven’t done anything to you yet,” As Connie slowly moves his fingers into and out of your dripping core, his eyes struggle to keep track of your face in the mirror or the stain you’re beginning to make on his digits.

He settles with the stain you’re creating. He’s massaging your walls in a way that you can’t help but cover them in a creamy white. It’s impossible not to moan with shaky breaths, whispering his name. He figures the wait was worth it. His dreams couldn’t have prepared him for the real thing. It was more noisy, was more sticky, and it was.. real.

What do you taste like?

Your hips shake as he suddenly removes his fingers from you. You whimper, annoyed by the absence of the touch of fingers on your wet walls, but you stop yourself when you see his movements in the mirror. His mouth wraps around his middle and ring finger, sucking your juices to the fullest. Your breathing stops when he moans, “You taste so fucking good.”

Connie silently pulls you up from your seat and presses you against the nearest wall, causing the ripped dress to fall to the floor. Instantly, your back arched into the prominent bulge that was pressing on your bare ass. Your thoughts wander back to your last session with Connie in the backroom. All that desperate grinding.

“You were squeezing so tight around my fingers,” He pushes his sweat down to remove his throbbing hard dick with a little effort. “Y’gonna squeeze my dick like that next?”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

You jump every time the base of his cock slaps down on your ass. Both of his hands grip your sides, his eyes rolling back as he slides his dick back and forth in between your leaking pussy lips.

“Oh f-fuck! Connie,”

Your voice cracks when you call out for him, and he smiles. He cannot deny that this is the perfect thing; it was always meant to be like this. He spreads your cheeks as wide as he can, lining his tip up to your hole that’s clenching around nothing.

“Yeah, b-baby?” Fuck, you were so wet. “Want me to fuck you? Want- Oh fuck. Want Connie to make you scream?”

Your lips tremble, and you try to slide his dick inside you by pushing your hips back. He lets you, too weak himself, to stop you from taking what you wanted. All you can think right now is Connie, Connie, fucking Connie.

“Shittt. Want y-y’to to make me cum! P-please!”

Pushing him even further inside without his help proves to him that you truly want him to make you scream. You’re barely making it halfway with his thick and long build. Connie is incredibly proud of you right now, taking his dick like a desperate bitch and moaning to fuck the rest of his inches in.

He pulls a little of himself out of you, only to flush his hips abruptly against yours with one single push. Groaning at the same time you gasp out, he whispers in your ear, “Scream for daddy, mama.”

You were so full. His cock tip was touching places that you’ve never been to on your own before, causing your mind to go haywire. His pressure against your cervix was so intense it would have been painful if you weren’t so wet. You oblige almost embarrassingly quickly the moment you feel his dick drag at a steady pace inside of you.

Connie regrets not having done this sooner, as the drugs he took earlier are still mixing in his system, alternating and speeding up his thoughts. His body was ablaze. You’re covering the entire length of his dick with your juices, causing him to become frantic and desperate to get more out of you. His thrusts match his crave. You were warm, and your cries were heaven to his ears, “Big! Y’re so b-big, daddy!”

You’re not complaining, far from it, as he tears your pussy to shreds. In fact, you’re taking him so well, and he praises you for it. Like he said, you were made for this moment, for him. You’re such a,

“Good girl. Fuck! My g-good girl takes me so well,”

He can hear your slick drip on the floor below you despite the smacking sound in your room. You’re so needy for him, as he is for you. The walls echoed with your wailing sounds as you fucked him back, making Connie shudder.

He’s gonna cum. He can feel his balls churning as they slap repeatedly against your twitching clit. Fuck. He’s gonna cum so deep inside you he prays it reaches your womb. Although it’s his first time exploring the depths of your perfect cunt, he recognizes that you’re also going to cum.

He can tell by the way your legs are shaking rapidly, by the way, your moans get higher in pitch, by the way, you’re whispering his name out like a prayer. And he’s determined to make you cum before him. Do you squirt? Do you cream? He thinks he’ll die and go to heaven if it’s both. Your next plea erupts another groan to tumble out his mouth,

“M’gonna- M’gonna cum! O-oh fuck- M’gonna cum so h-hard.”

Holding your arms behind your back with his tatted hand, he moves his hips inside you at a faster pace than ever before. “Shit. Me t-too, mama.” He angles his waist to keep pressing into that spongy spot that makes you tremble. “Just like that. Cum, baby. C-cum all over this fat dick.”

Small tears start to fall down your brown cheeks, and your back arches sharply on Connie, causing your stomach to clench at once. The man above you receives both your cream and squirt splashing from your sweet core, and you weep. Your muffled moans fill the air as he cranes your neck towards him for a nasty, drooling kiss.

As he gets closer to his orgasm, his rapid thrusts become sloppy and crazed, and his heart beats twice as fast as he sees the beauty fucked out underneath him. The more Connie moved inside of you, the more he swayed. Your essence was covering his lower half so much that he couldn’t wait another minute before dumping his kids against your cervix, a shaky moan accompanying his release.

His thrusts slow down, causing tiny drops to spill onto the floor, but his lips never leave yours, and he has to remind himself to let you breathe when you start to whine against his mouth. He lets you go and instead presses tiny kisses against your panting mouth.

Both of you, Connie in particular, were on cloud nine. Your clenching onto him brings Connie’s mind back to Earth, but he is not satisfied. He wanted to go again. He needed it, so it was only natural he started moving at a steadfast pace inside you again.

“Again. Let’s go a-again, mama. Shitt. Your pussy is so-”

Before that night, you’ve never experienced pleasure on this level. Connie took you, on every corner of the house. Both of you left unaware of Eren’s multiple missed calls as he fucked his cum into you like a dog in heat. It’s safe to say that you didn’t show up for work that night or the night after. Connie made sure you never danced at a strip club again.

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[dearaceofhearts]

you walk out after an argument

characters: husk, alastor, angel dust, vox, lucifer word count: 2.9k genre: angst to fluff summary: after an argument with them, you walk out and don't come back for a few days. how do they react? author's note: hello yes this is my first time actually posting something. erm, i think i wrote too much (sorry) but hey we roll with it!! also dude i accidentally posted this before it was ready twice and i had a heart attack oh my god. also also i don't think vox's is really fluff (oops) but everyone else's is

♡ husk

when you slam the door shut on your way out, husk lets out a low grumble, setting down the glass he was cleaning onto the bar counter with a quiet sigh. it was one of the first arguments you'd had in a long time. although he wasn't usually one to get riled up so easily, the two of you knew each other well enough to know just what buttons to push to get under the other's skin. that, alongside him already having a bad day, had been a recipe for disaster.

in the few days that pass by, it's hard to tell just how affected he is by your absence since he does a pretty good job of keeping a cool facade. to anyone looking, he wouldn't appear any different than usual, just idly cleaning bottles as he always does.

but it's the small things that give away just how much husk cares and worries for you, like how his eyes flicker towards the door whenever someone comes in, his ears perking up slightly. he hates the twinge of disappointment that follows when it's not you, a slight scowl curling at his lips as he takes a swig of alcohol from one of the many bottles on the shelves of the bar. he misses talking to you. you're his favourite drinking buddy, after all.

his gaze always seems to wander back to the front door of the hotel, lingering for just a little too long before he eventually turns back to the bar, expression settling back into its usual grouchiness. but underneath that lies a hint of worry that gnaws at him in the back of his mind, even though he knows you're more than capable of handling yourself. at the end of the day, you can never be too careful in hell.

husk won't force you to come back, but he just wants to know that you're safe and sound. he trusts that you'll come back when you're ready so that the two of you can talk it over and hopefully resolve things. he doesn't want to leave it like this, and he's sure you don't either. you mean a lot more to him than he'd like to admit.

when you decide to finally return to the hotel, he pauses upon catching sight of you stepping through the doorway. he can't help the small wave of relief that washes over him, though you wouldn't be able to tell by the way he smoothly resumes restocking the bar. when you approach the counter, he looks up, giving you a short nod. "hey." he greets you, tone surprisingly softer than you're used to, "you're back."

husk's not really the type to beat around the bush, so he'd likely address the argument pretty quickly. he's also not particularly one for verbal apologies, so he'd probably be more willing to show it through his actions. you see it in the way he lets you cling to him a little longer than he normally does, leaning into him as he wordlessly holds you, his tail loosely curling around your leg. if you listen closely, you can hear some faint purring, too. it makes you smile slightly.

"alright, 'nuff of this sappy stuff." husk grumbles after a few more moments, patting your back gently before pulling back. "i'd kill for a drink right now. care to join me?" he raises a brow, a familiar glint in his eyes as he slides back behind the counter, already moving to make what he knows is your favourite drink.

you grin as you meet his eyes, expression softening. "of course. i'd love nothing more."

♡ alastor

"you're not listening, al." you murmur, exhaling quietly. this makes him pause for a moment, head tilted. your voice sounds different to what he's used to — you're not even angry, no — you just sound... tired. the argument had been going on for a while, and neither of you were getting through to the other.

when you move to leave, he makes no move to stop you, simply watching you with an intent gaze. his voice rings out clear as day in the empty silence. "where do you think you're going, my dear?"

he falters ever so slightly when you turn back to face him with a sturdy, stern gaze, responding with a flatly spoken "out", leaving no room for anything more to be said before closing the door behind you with a quiet click.

alastor won't chase after you, because he expects that you'll come back to him of your own accord. to him, it's basically guaranteed how this'll play out. he's used to demons falling right into his hands without having to exert much effort on his end, and believes that this would be no different.

so when a few days pass by with you not approaching him at all, he finds himself slightly irritated and mildly perplexed, eyes narrowed as his clawed finger taps against his cane with idle impatience. why haven't you sought him out yet?

he's seen you around the hotel, but you've never once acknowledged his presence even if the two of you were in the same room, breezing past him while he's left staring, watching you converse with everyone except him. his eye twitches in irritation, the perpetual smile on his lips strained.

...eventually, after playing a long waiting game to no avail, he decides that perhaps rosie would be able to offer some helpful advice on how to approach this situation, since he's not used to actually handling delicate emotional matters without the— well, the manipulation and deal-making.

one of the main issues is his massive ego. it's that unfaltering pride that gets in the way of him apologising. he may be the radio demon, but all that power can't help him here. and he'd never openly admit to such, but he truly is at somewhat of a loss here. he's already tried most things that he's sure would usually make you forgive him, though for a reason unbeknownst to him, it's not working this time.

"oh alastor," rosie shakes her head with a small huff, "a lady's heart is to be treated with care." she lends some further words of wisdom and encouragement that he listens to with great attentiveness, since he does (begrudgingly) enjoy your company, and it would be a shame if it was lost over such a, in his eyes, trivial matter.

upon his return to the hotel, he manages to get you to sit down with him (after much polite pestering and insistence) to have a chat over some tea. when all is said and done, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. you sip your tea, watching the blazing fires of hell from the balcony.

"refill?" alastor offers, glancing at you briefly through a sip of his own tea.

"much appreciated." you hum, legs crossed as you throw him a small, slack smile.

♡ angel dust

his frustration slowly fizzles out as the door closes behind you, and the guilt slowly starts to creep in. he knows he shouldn't have said what he did, and he wants nothing more than to apologise and make it up to you — but he understands that it's probably better to give you some time to cool off before trying to approach you again.

despite the argument and the harsh words exchanged between you, the fact that he cares for you with his whole heart will never change, and he hopes you know that too.

while you're away, angel always finds his thoughts drifting to you, wondering how you're doing. are you eating okay? are you drinking enough? sleeping enough? with a shake of his head and a small sigh, he tries his best to return his focus back to the task at hand, whatever it may be.

he knows you can take care of yourself perfectly fine, but he just... misses you. the guilt eats away at him when he's reminded of the look on your face when you left, the brief glimmer of hurt in your eyes before you masked it with anger and tore your gaze away.

one particular night, angel heads over to your room in the hotel out of habit, not really thinking about it when he raises a fist to knock on the door. he had been hoping to spend some time with you, since today had been a particularly rough day for him. he's also been craving for one of your sleepover nights for a while, those nights where you two would stay up to talk about anything and everything until dawn rises. those times were comforting for him — a rare moment of respite in his life.

but then he stops abruptly, remembering that you're not there. he lets his hand fall back to his side, expression quietly downcast. he stands alone in the silent, empty hallway. has it always been this cold?

after a few days, he's just about damn ready to go looking for you, making his way down the stairs as he prepares to head out. he's so focused that he almost misses the sight of you seemingly casually sitting at the bar, nursing a drink in your hands whilst exchanging low murmurs with husk.

he freezes momentarily, taking a deep breath. while he mentally debates with himself whether to approach you or not, husk notices him hesitating on the staircase. he catches angel's gaze, giving him a subtle nod. that's all the affirmation angel needs.

he slides on his usual relaxed demeanour, though it's a little weaker than normal, as he approaches you. he's admittedly a little nervous, but he's determined to work things out with you. he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. "hey, darlin'. can i talk to you for a minute?"

the two of you head back to your room, where heartfelt apologies are exchanged and a long overdue conversation takes place. at some point during the talk, his hand had found its way on top of yours, thumb brushing over your skin gently. at the end of it all, he gives you a small, content smile. "...baby, you have no idea just how much i adore you." he whispers into the quiet, running his fingers through your hair comfortingly as your head rests on his shoulder.

it was an unspoken agreement that tonight was going to be a sleepover night. prepare for lots of cuddling and gentle, soft kisses.

♡ vox

he's the type to go "ha, see if i care!" when you leave, but he'll still check on you occasionally through the various cameras and electronics around the city — he swears it's just because he's making sure the new limited edition voxtek product he had given to you isn't damaged.

(...it's totally because he's looking out for you, by the way. even if it's only a little. you are his darling, after all. and uh, you'll never know what happened to that guy who tried to hit on you that one time).

(vox made sure not even a trace of that bastard remained).

his obnoxious pride makes him reluctant to reach out first. that, and he's a petty little shit. so everyone around him, whether that be the other vees or his employees, is stuck dealing with his foul mood. he's become even more irritable and susceptible to lashing out than usual since you left.

he'd rather die than admit it, but you were a calming presence in his life that he hadn't realised he needed until you were gone. he hates just how much power you have over him, though you may or may not realise it. he's supposed to be the one in charge. when did you manage to sneak into his heart? his mind is occupied with thoughts of you.

and it only frustrates him more, because you're not here.

all his employees are left on edge, even more so when he takes his anger out on some poor soul who had gotten the numbers wrong on the report they handed in. "clean this mess up." vox snaps, glowering as he fixes the cuffs of his sleeves. the demon at the door hurriedly moves to do as he says, not wanting to risk meeting the same fate.

"what? what are you looking at?" he turns, eyes narrowing at the rest of the employees who flinch, hastily turning their eyes back to the screens in front of them. "get back to work." he mutters sharply, an unspoken threat in his words.

his volatile temperament goes on for a while, until velvette decides she's finally had enough and sends you a (not so) polite text to resolve your little lover's spat before she takes matters into her own hands.

meanwhile, vox is in his office. nothing seems to be going his way, and he's just about to blow another fuse when you nonchalantly throw open the doors, inviting yourself in. he freezes, staring at you for a few moments. you raise a brow. "...so. i heard you were throwing another hissy fit."

vox scowls at that, grumbling under his breath. "oh yeah? and what'd you come back for, you prissy little princess?" he sneers, clawed fingers digging into the desk with a quiet screech. "couldn't go without me for long, huh?"

"ha. you wish that was the case." you scoff, rolling your eyes with a half-amused, irked smile curling at your lips. things escalate into another argument pretty quickly, with the two of you at each other's throats. he towers over you, eyes narrowing as his grin widens in mild irritation.

it's a back and forth for quite some time, until you get sick of it and grab him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer until you're glaring at one another face to face. "what the fuck do you think you're—" he starts, but he's quickly cut off when your lips crash into his. vox is stunned for a few moments but soon snaps out of it, swiftly returning your kiss with equal, if not more, ferocity and intensity.

"finally got you to shut up." you murmur, grinning as you part to catch your breath and release his shirt from your grasp. before you can pull back completely, however, his hand reaches up to rest against the back of your neck, the other firmly on your waist. it takes another long, drawn-out kiss for him to finally let you go — though not really, since he's still holding you close in his arms.

"...that was hot." he whispers breathlessly, staring down at you with a somewhat satisfied glint in his eyes. but you both know that there's more to come.

suffice to say, the two of you sorted things out.

♡ lucifer

he would regret everything almost instantly. lucifer realises just how badly he fucked up when you leave without looking back. he's not even quite sure what happened as he stands alone in the room, blinking as he's left to process everything on his own. his mind is a jumbled mess, and he can't think clearly.

all he can feel is a suffocating rush of fear as he snaps out of his daze and hurries after you, desperate to find you before you're gone. he doesn't want to take his chances. what if you don't come back? what if—

he had said things that he didn't mean, and now the weight of it all feels crushing on his shoulders. he's torn between wanting to reach out to apologise and giving you time to cool down. he doesn't want to be a bother, but also really wants to make things up to you.

most of all, he just wants reassurance that you'll come back to him and that he hasn't messed things up for good. he doesn't want to lose you. you're too precious to him for that, and he's mentally kicking himself for ever making you question your importance to him for even a second.

thankfully, you haven't gone too far so he's able to catch up to you, taking a hold of your wrist firmly. however, when you turn to look at him, he falters, the words dying in his throat. he swallows, softly clearing his throat as he scrambles to say something, anything to stop you from leaving. to reaffirm his love for you.

"...sweetheart, i'm so sorry," he whispers, expression twisted and heart heavy with remorse and sorrow as he brings you close, grip subconsciously tightening because he's afraid to let you go. "i'll do anything, i'll make it up to you, i—" he trails off, burying his face into your shoulder, "just, please... don't leave. i'm sorry."

you really can't stay mad at him for too long after seeing his genuine sincerity. he acknowledges his wrongs, wanting nothing more than to make up for his mistakes and make you feel as appreciated and cared for as you've made him feel over the course of you two knowing each other. you sigh gently, thumb lightly brushing over his cheek. "...alright, silly. let's go home."

his eyes light up at that, and he's reminded of just how grateful he is to have you here by his side as you guys make your way home together. he holds your hand the entire time.

after the two of you make up, you find that he'll leave little gifts and cute trinkets around for you despite your gentle assurances that he doesn't have to. he also gives you lots of forehead kisses. he just wants to make sure you never forget how much he loves you, and that you mean the world to him.

© dearaceofhearts ー all rights reserved. please do not steal, use or modify my works!

#hazbin hotel x reader #husk x reader #angel dust x reader #vox x reader #lucifer x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel angst #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin lucifer x reader #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel scenarios

[loveinhawkins]

Hi! hope you feel better soon! And hope you get some much needed rest in the meantime! For the one word prompt: post S4 Steddie, “hazy”.

thank you so much & thank you for inspiring a little moment about rest & healing 💕 •one word ficlet prompts

Steve finds that the couch next to Eddie’s hospital bed is ridiculously comfortable.

Eddie’s talking to the nurse—he can’t really catch what’s being said, the world growing warm and hazy—but he can hear that Eddie’s making her laugh. Knows that’s important, something that would’ve been unthinkable not so long ago: that Eddie feels brave enough to let something of himself shine through. That he can still trust in the kindness of certain people, even strangers.

Steve vaguely hears the nurse leave, glances over to see Eddie within touching distance, perched on the side of his bed. He’s folding some T-shirts in preparation for getting discharged—he’d joked when Steve had first arrived that it’s the most organised he’s ever been.

He must’ve washed his hair this morning, left it to air dry: some of the ends are still damp, and it’s gone kinda wispy around his face. It’s a calming sight, leaves Steve grateful that he no longer associates it with the dive into Lover’s Lake; now it’s something softer.

Something safe.

Eddie looks up. Smiles.

“Uh, Steve, with all due respect,” he begins, which makes Steve snort; he’s come to know it as one of Eddie’s sayings, preceding all manner of teasing objections, “what the hell?”

Steve would usually ask, “What now?” in feigned exasperation, unable to hide his amusement—but his head feels suddenly heavy, and all he manages is, “Hmm?”

Eddie’s smile grows, showing his dimples. He reaches over, and he places a hand on Steve’s knee, presses down gently, “Are you, like, training to be a contortionist?”

Steve feels the warmth of the touch through his jeans; he realises then that he’s sitting awkwardly: one knee bent towards his chest; his neck crooked, arms folded; his whole body instinctively angled toward the edge of the couch.

It’s a position he’s perfected over the years, honed in all kinds of makeshift beds—most recently the chairs of hospital waiting rooms, leaving space for one of the kids to rest on his shoulder. Snatching rest wherever he could throughout the nightmare of that Spring Break, never quite relaxing fully: ready to move, to spring into action at a moment’s notice.

He remembers Robin tactfully making sure that the RV was empty while everyone else stayed outside; his side still aching, Steve stretched out on the seat in the back. Even while he was alone, he only managed a fitful doze—nearly fell off his seat as he wrenched himself awake at the slightest disturbance.

He can’t find that urgency now. Hasn’t needed to for…

He must have zoned out for a couple seconds, because Eddie’s standing now. Watching fondly.

“If you’re tired,” Eddie says quietly, “you should sleep.”

And Steve hears the shape of it, that deliberation in how Eddie says certain things, where he slows down just a little—and Steve knows it must be because it’s something Eddie’s once been told by his uncle.

There’s a blanket getting draped across him now. Eddie touches his knee again, and this time Steve relaxes fully, feels himself slowly tilt back. There’s a pillow beneath his head that wasn’t there before.

Eddie smoothes out the blanket with care. Steve’s view is getting dimmer, a drowsy blur of eyelashes.

But he can see that Eddie’s smiling again. Hears him make a soft, jokingly disapproving tsk.

“Close your eyes,” Eddie whispers, with such affection.

Oh, you love me, Steve thinks.

It’s a thought that drifts in, honeyed and slow, like it’s really been there all along—that perhaps before, in the white-knuckled days of survival, he was too afraid for it. Did not have room to feel it.

Steve’s eyes close.

He falls asleep so completely, knowing that Eddie will still be there, that time isn’t running out anymore; he can stay right where he is. He has room to breathe, to just be—room for the next thought, the next moment, for every moment to come.

#this was fuelled by ginger tea & sleepiness ❤️ #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[kindaasrikal]

So, Kai and Morro. Their similarities are the same amount to their differences.

Before in my Nya and Morro one i said how Kai (and Lloyd) are two of the most different to Morro. I still think that, but i also think they have their similarities.

The biggest similarity between Kai and Morro is how like minded they are when it comes to goals. They both gain one and fulfil it to the end, similarly to Nya. They would do anything to make sure their goal is achieved because not only would it benefit them but it would also benefit others. Impress others. Protect others.

This is driven by their passion as ninja and their need to become better. Their passion is what fuels them to keep going, to stay motivated in what they believe in or wish to achieve. Kai is shown as one of the most passionate people on the show, and Morro is shown to be just as passionate as him, and both their passion ends up not only fuelling them to achieve their goals, but also in their own anger and temper.

Their anger and outbursts tend to be fuelled by the passion backing them up in their opinions and beliefs, and they desperately need to get their points across and do that through their temper as its the easiest method (not the most effective tho). Both Kai and Morro are two individuals who at first had large egos, finding themselves and only the the ones most close to them as important (barely for Morro, the only person he cared for was Wu, who didn’t need any sort of protection or help). However, its shown for both of them that their egos were fragile things, quickly crumbling to bits as their prides took over. Their pride is what makes them so similar, their need to succeed and achieve better for whatever reason, whether it’s to be as strong as possible or whether to finally be important.

But then things tend to differ.

Both Morro and Kai were orphans, dirt poor and unable to gain knowledge like how others their age do. Neither have a home, and neither had parents there to support them until later in life. But Kai had one thing that Morro didn’t, one person that created Kai’s whole purpose and need as a ninja. Someone to protect, some who was under his responsibility, someone like Nya.

Because Kai had Nya, he understood the need to protect and raise others up from the ground, he understood struggles of others and understood that he had to help others. Because of Nya, Kai gained his biggest qualities that developed with the ninja. His sympathy, his empathy, and his heart. He wanted to have the power of protecting, so the people he cared for didn’t need to worry anymore (so they wouldn’t leave him anymore).

Morro didn’t have that, he didn’t have somebody he needed to protect and have responsibility over. He only had himself, and it essentially turned his thought process into (undertale reference) “Kill or be killed” kinda situation. He had never relied on anyone, never needed anyone, and never had anyone need him.

Kai had a purpose, and it was to protect. Morro didn’t have a purpose, so he had a goal to motivate him.

People don’t tend to realise that the most smallest of situations, or words, or actions, can leave so much of an effect on a person. Especially a child.

Their situations were so similar, yet so insignificantly different that no one tends to notice how it drastically changed them as people.

I feel like theres more to add to this, and that i haven’t said my point correctly, but i have school in the morning and i need to sleet so enoughs enough. ALSO: im not comparing their situations as two orphans in a “who had it worse?” Kinda way, both their situations happen irl and shouldn’t be compared in such a way when they each have their own struggles. It was only to analyse how it affected them and the such, please take care of any child you see people they have it rough now a days 😭

#lego ninjago #morro ninjago #lego emo #ninjago morro #morro wu #ninjago #kai ninjago #ninjago kai #kai smith #ninjago nya #nya ninjago #nya smith #kai headcanons #morro headcanons

[pianokantzart]

As cute as it is that Maddie described Knuckles as her kid, weird how not a single member of the construction crew question how her kid was apparently a giant fire-truck red echidna

So let me get this straight, Knuckles has punched his way through 4 different construction crews? At this point this seems like something that should be solved with a little sit-down talk. Maddie didn't even explain to Knux what he did wrong, of course he's confused.

I have absolutely no idea how Maddie made it to the kitchen without seeing all the changes Knuckles made to the house.

Honestly if Knuckles hadn't created the livingroom fighting pit they might have been okay with keeping the warrior chair. It's clearly a part of echidna tradition, doesn't hurt anyone, and it might actually be fun to have Sonic and Knuckles have little (supervised + far from the house) fights over who gets rights to the chair.

The way Knuckles goes in for the hug with the ghost/hallucination pulls on my heartstrings. He hasn't been that affection with anyone. He needed that hug :(

"Wade Whipple? He is no great warrior" "Neither were you when we first met" ... To be fair, I believe Knuckles was younger than six at the time.

The fact that the "an echidna warrior has no home" line has come up twice makes me think he's going to be eating those words by the time he returns to the Wachowski household.

I like that Knuckles shows so much enthusiasm about Wade's bowling once he sees how skilled he is at it. Once someone actually takes the time to explain things without condescension and share their passion for it, he is incredibly open and friendly.

Oooh and now Wade is talking about how he loves bowling so much because his dad taught him oooooh no

GOD the way Knuckles immediately protects Wade when things get bad and does the "get down Mr. President" tackle. I love him so much.

The mixtape cd animation end credits are adorable.

Final thoughts?: It's fine. Obviously, Knuckles carries the show. The downside is the human characters. Maddie and Wade are okay, but everyone else is doing this over-the-top live-action cartoon level of acting that's a little grating. Too much ham. But overall, it's nice to know more about Knux and his background. I like also the addition that Knuckles has some pretty impressive rudimentary scrounging/building skills. I like to imagine him helping Tails construct something one day, with Tails handling the intricate electronics while Knuckles handles the base form/bulk mechanics.

#Knuckles series spoilers #not going to do full episode reviews going forward I'm just gonna jot down new factoids/headcanons for Knuckles from here on out #as well as other things that stand out to me #long post

[nomlioart]

i was supposed to do it earlier but i was really lazy lol, but here you go

my pepstavo hcs in a nutshell

a lil more in the tags 👁️ 

#so i wanted to comment on a few things #they show affection through words AND actions #they just do it equally #as for confessing feeling i want to make a comic about it but i have no idea when it'll happen + it might take me a long time lol #but yeah peppino was the one who gains the courage to do it and gustavo was pretty oblivious lol #he never expected that pep had feelings for him #gustavo wouldn't even hurt a fly because he loves nature #peppino on the contrary but he doesn't squash bugs or anything in front of gustavo because he knows how much he is connected with nature lo #he just doesn't like bugs gsdhjsdgfj #peppino doesn't like pda cuz he prefers to show his feelings privately between the two of them #he's too shy for that #gustavo on the other hand is neutral about it and understands peppino #peppino can be very overprotective of gus but he just can't beat gustavo sdfsghf #he's always worried about pep when he does something to himself or gets into another fight with Noise for example #gus immediately runs for bandages then sfghgysfud #i've mentioned it before but pep has zero experience in a relationship #gustavo is his first love #and gus once had a partner #a girlfriend #but this relationship was veeeeery short-lived #like... maybe one week or two lmao #they didn't even kiss once pff only hugs #MORE IN COMMENTS CUZ THERE'S A LIMIT IN TAGS BSCJXWUB #pizza tower #peppino #peppino spaghetti #gustavo #pepstavo #my art #my stuff

[dingledraw]

South Downs cottage fluff based on the Dolly Parton song “Berrypie” 🩷

#trade offer: sugar for sugar #I imagine ​Crowley is more comfortable showing affection through actions rather than words #but he loves that Aziraphale shows it through touch and praise #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable spouses #my fanart #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #good omens comic #south downs cottage #ineffable lovers #I talked to my friend about how I think how Crowley has a praise kink and she responded: doesn’t everyone? #and I went 🤔

[goldentigerfestival]

So. I love this. The way Yuri snickers at Flynn showing his real self. The way he, without hesitation, says "yeah" to the idea that he would die in Flynn's place.

But the most important part of this entire thing, which was changed in the dub, is how Yuri specifically jokes that Flynn is trying to abandon him, and Flynn returns and tells Don he had no intention of abandoning Yuri.

Yuri does not hear this. Flynn knows that. But Flynn uses the exact same term Yuri used earlier, as if it's his answer to Yuri and saying no, I would never abandon you.

For reference:

Personally I just... love the weight of it. How Flynn will say something about Yuri that Yuri won't hear, but he still speaks it out into existence because it's how he really feels.

Just because Yuri won't hear it doesn't mean he won't say it, and in a way that's even more powerful. He's not looking for the credit of saying it. He's not looking to be recognized for saying it. He's not only expressing how he feels about Yuri somewhere that Yuri himself will hear him.

They're just his real, honest feelings, and he'll admit them even if Yuri's not within earshot.

#GTF Vesperia Clips #Fluri #classic Vesperia dub trying to hide all the more detailed intimacy between them tbh #y'all are gonna see it even more when I get around to post the huge posts I'm doing #going through the entire game with the changes they made #and how HEAVILY most of the drastic changes pertain to Flynn and their relationship #like. there's really no reason to change these matching scenes in the dub unless they're doing it on purpose #meanwhile they're the sweetest thing in the original and I'll never get over these scenes being matching scenes #also bc like. this is so important for their dynamic going forward into arc 2 #also partly why I truly believe they'd choose each other over the world in specific contexts #but that's a story for another time LOL. for now just know Flynn has gone on record #to say he would never abandon Yuri right to Don Whitehorse's face #anyway you ever get that feeling of like. when you find out from a friend that #someone said smth nice abt you? but you didn't know they said it? #like you KNOW they're saying nice/good things abt you to other ppl now? that's the vibe I get from this #that he's not just saying it to Yuri's face. he says the important things /to others/ as well #he's not trying to score extra brownie points by using sweet words where he knows Yuri will hear him #to me that's the most honest form of affection. saying your feelings out loud where they won't hear you #Flynn also proved himself before saying it as if the idea was to show not just tell #I think Yuri understands when not joking that Flynn wouldn't abandon him #but Flynn is making sure that not just Yuri knows through his actions but that others know it too #and ultimately Yuri doesn't need to hear it. he can believe it because he can see it #Yuri doesn't need to hear it bc he understands Flynn's feelings without needing to hear it

[sarioh]

there's this moment that no one talks about and that cleo and etho BOTH cut out of their episodes, which is when all the green and yellow names are gathered around spawn looting the gear after plan bubblevate. cleo picks up a pair of diamond pants and holds onto them for a while trying to decide what to do with them, before eventually offering them to etho (even though pearl, her own ally, was also in iron). its such a subtle thing and it doesn't seem that important, really—it's just some discarded armor that she didn't even need herself. but like, someone who isn't even really your ally, that you've barely spent any time at all with together over the series, deliberately offering you an invaluable gift that would be much more useful to keep within their alliance as some kind of silent nod of understanding that, despite everything, you're looking out for each other.

and despite his general lack of sentimentality, etho remembered it as well and saw the gesture for exactly what it was, which was mercy. in a world where every exchange had a very What Can You Do For Me feel to it, cleo gave him those pants for no reason at all. later on when ren was trying to get the reds to go after cleo, etho said he doesn't want to hurt cleo, because she was nice to him and gave him diamond pants. they had barely any history together and were on pretty rocky terms up until that point (between etho betting for her death and stealing her brewing stand), but that moment was enough to cement the implicit understanding between them and turned cleo from someone etho barely knew to the only person he trusted to look out for him for the rest of the series. its just so. EXPLODES

#i could say so much abt how etho is such a transactional person #hes very much an Actions kinda guy and shows affection through gestures rather than words #so these kinds of small actions r uniquely meaningful for him. when someone offers him kindness but not at any price. just because #its the kinda stuff that most other people wouldnt even notice #you can see the pants thing happen in rens episode btw. and no one elses afaik #ok sorry. this is your fault kel #meta #zombiecleo #ethoslab #last life smp

[orcelito]

The drive for chapter 12 has not abated

As soon as I am able I'm gonna be finishing that shit TODAY. So long as nothing truly catastrophic happens, then I should be able to post tonight

#speculation nation #itnl shit #not promising anything bc ive had some shit ass luck today #but. it Should happen. i want it to. #i have like 17 comments to reply to too on the last chapter hfkshfhshxkdbxkdb #which im gonna do Before i post the next chapter #it's honestly Wild how many comments ive been getting. the comment to kudos ratio is INSANE #might not be widely known yet but those that do know it Love it #anyways im pretty damn proud of what ive got going for chapter 12. #it's the first one where i feel like ive really gotten to display my writing skills. aside from chapter 1 I Guess #but even then chapter 1 was mostly experimental. you know what's Actually harder? writing Action. #coming up with action beats that are actually fun and exciting and then following through with prose #and word choice and sentence structure matters Even More than usual. bc those can directly affect the motion of the words themselves #thus affecting the perception of the actions being described #shit like that! it takes some practice and skill to do that & make it interesting #and i cant say im perfect at it. but im still pretty proud of what ive gotten done #and i am VERY excited to show it to u guys heheh

[bassist-who-likes-boys]

thiS FUCKIN MAN-

hes so beautiful and talented and i just want to reward him with kisses. but sOMEBODY hasnt invented teleportation yet. so im just stuck here texting and calling this amazing boy and i cant even hoLD HIM AT NIGHT???? when i say it is absolutely UNBELIEVABLE- its a fuckin TRAGEDY. i swear to FUCK- someone needs to hurry up and create teleportation. this man has no fucKIN RIGHT to be that pretty and that cute and not be within driving distANCE. i am siCK OF IT. i cant express this enough but this boy is so goddAMN PRECIOUS and it is a legitimate CRIME that i cant kiss his pretty face every day.  how DARE he be so gorgeous and NOT be within kissing disTANCE.

i am VERY gay for you @synermoon and i dont care who fuCKIN KNOWS IT.

FUCK

#do u have any idea how hard it is to put my affection into words? #i need to show it through actions #but i cant because of stupid fucKIN AAHHHH #ahem #anyway #sorry for yearning on main #mlm #mlm blog #mlm post #mlm textpost #gay

[intoxicated-chan]

angsty fight between miguel and wife!reader

and then they make up yayayayay

Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Miguel has been pushing you away for some time now. After a talk with a friend, you and Miguel try to sort things out.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “DANCING IN THE DARK” by Joji. Writing this made me think back on past crushes/lovers. But thank you for your request! I am also holding back on writing smut because it keeps getting labeled and it takes me longer to write.

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 1.4k

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, angst-to-fluff, swearing, Miguel is kinda a dick head, mentions of sleep deprivation…

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You stood in his cold and dark office. The best source of light was his laptop but his huge frame blocked most of the light. You managed around the crumbled paper and thrown desk objects with a plate in hand.

“Miguel?” You peer over his shoulder, “I made you dinner.”

He nods.

“You know you haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

He nods again.

“And you know that you’ve been here for a long time. I think it’s best for you to-”

“Take a break?” Miguel interrupts you, “I don’t have time for that.”

“Miguel, I’m sure whatever it is, it can wait a few minutes. All I’m asking is for you to eat something.” You try to set the plate down.

“I thought I made it clear that I do not want to be bothered. You’re distracting me. Leave.”

He didn’t mean it like that… He didn’t mean it like that. He didn’t mean it like that. He didn’t mean it like that…

“But Mig-”

“I said go.” He growls, his eyes turning its blood red from anger, “You’re becoming a nuisance.”

He didn’t mean it like that.

“Okay.” You tried not to let the crack in your voice show. You didn’t even bother to leave the plate behind because you knew it was going to be wasted.

“And don’t bother me again.” You heard him say as you left his office.

You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down before you burst into tears. But your hands shook, nearly dropping the plate.

You choked down your sobs and let your tears fall, the plate was left in the fridge, and you pushed yourself to your bedroom. It was basically yours now since Miguel was sleeping in his office.

The sheets no longer lingered on his cologne and any sign of his presence was gone, other than his clothing and a few photos. The room has become a mess of discarded clothing, old plates and cups, and candy wrappers.

How long has it been since Miguel showed affection? Or even looked at you?

This was normal behavior for Miguel, right? You should know, you’re married to him. You’re his wife. But he experienced loss, unlike you. You didn’t want to judge him for how he deals with his emotions, he’s emotionally distant. You knew that from the start.

And because of this, you felt like he deserved more than what you could give him. It’s what kept you going through the many times Miguel tore your heart, how it squeezed in pain at his actions and words. How you look the other way and ignore his hurtful words.

You couldn’t sleep. You left the still cold bed and dressed in something warm and headed up to the roof.

You sat on the edge, looking at Nueva York. How beautiful it looked during the night, which is one of the reasons why you liked sitting up here.

“Sitting all by yourself?” You tense up only to relax when you know that voice, “At this time? All alone?” Peter B. lands next to you, his daughter in his arms.

“I would ask my husband to join me but he’s too busy.” You respond truthfully.

“Again? He’s been at this all week.” He sits next to you.

“Yeah.” You huff.

“And… how are you holding up?”

“I’m fine.”

“Really? Because it doesn’t look like it.” He offers Mayday who reaches out to you.

You take her and set her down on your lap, “I just don’t know what to do, everything I do seems to bother Miguel. Checking up on him, bringing him food. It feels like he’s doing this on purpose.”

“Miguel’s always been difficult and from the time I spent with him… He’s different, not like the rest of us. He’s accepted his fate as Spider-Man and believes he’s destined for bad things 24/7. But good things do come along, like you. I think… I think he’s trying to come to terms that he can get it because he deserves it.”

Mayday coos, pulling at your hair, “And I think Miguel is scared. He puts on his tough act because he has to, yet he’s afraid to admit he’s scared. Normally, people would’ve given up on him. Why haven’t you?

“Till death do us part. I don’t want to lose him. I don’t give up on him because when you love someone, you love them every single day as who they are.”

“Talk about romantic.”

“Oh please.” You look down at Mayday, “Plus I think-”

“There you are.” You jump and this time, you remain tense, “I was looking for you.”

“Now you’re looking for me?” You respond, refusing to turn your head.

“It’s late, (Y/n). It’s dangerous.”

“I’m here, she’s alright.” Mayday jumps into her father’s arms.

“I’ve already had enough of you. Please, (Y/n).”

“It’s fine.” You tell him, following Miguel inside.

You head to the bedroom, “Where are you going?”

“Bed.”

“(Y/n)-”

“I’m tired and I do not want to be bothered. That includes you too, Miguel.”

“Excuse me?” He follows you into the bedroom.

“You heard me.”

“Please, (Y/n), talk to me.” Miguel begs.

“I’m sorry, did you just say talk? Like I have been trying to do for the past week?”

“(Y/n)-”

“You know what? No, no. You do not get to try to get me to talk after all of this. I have been trying, I have been all in. All I asked of you was to look after yourself.”

“I know.”

“You know? You KNOW?” You scoff rather loudly, “Did you know that Lyla has even talked to me about your behavior? I’m worried about you Miguel. All the damn time, even more when I see you not eating and staying up all night. All I ask is one minute, one bite of the damn food.”

“I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Is sorry all you have to say? Not even a half assed excuse?” You see Miguel trying to form a sentence but nothing leaves his left and his head hangs low, “I need to be alone.”

You walk past him but he grabs your arm, “Please don’t leave.” He says, “Please don’t walk out that door.”

“I’m sleeping on the couch, you could have the bed.” You look up at him.

“I love you, (Y/n). I know I don’t say it as much but I fucking love you. He’s right, you know. I am scared. Scared of everything. Because at first, I didn’t think I could have that, have you. You let me hurt you and that is unforgivable.”

He’s crying. Looking right at you, letting himself be bare right in front of you. His grip on your arm loosens and his hands come up to your face, cupping your cheeks. You could hear his staggered breathing, trying to keep himself composed.

“But I wasn’t lying when I said I love you, I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted a family, and I wasn’t lying when I said that you make me believe in love.”

“I’m always here for you, Miguel. You don’t have to go through things alone, but when you want to, I’m here.” You take one of his hands into yours, pulling it away from your face but keeping a tight hold on it.

“It’s not that easy. I hurt you, I understand why you don’t want to.”

“I love you, Miguel. We’ll work on this. I promise you.” After a moment, Miguel practically tackles you, nearly falling to the ground. The hug is tight and warm, and you could feel your shirt become wet with Miguel’s tears.

“You’re okay, right?” His voice cracks as he speaks through his sobs, “Please tell me you’re okay.”

“I promise you, I am okay.” You whisper.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You can start by getting some rest. But you’ve got a lot of apologies O’Hara.”

You don’t know how long you and Miguel stayed like this, nor did you care. All you cared about was Miguel and he felt complete at last.

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform with permission.

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[nanaslutt]

you wanna watch?

ʚ synopsis: things get hot and heavy between you and toji after a job and shiu is forced to witness, only when Shiu accidentally crosses a line, Toji isn’t opposed

ʚ pairing: Toji x reader x Shiu

ʚ cont: fem reader, threesome, manhandling, choking, public, car sex, voyeurism, fingering, dirty talk, spit roast, deepthroating, throatfucking, squirting, unprotected sex, teasing

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI (18+)

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You feel the cold brick wall shock your skin as Toji presses his body firmly against yours, his hands massaging your ass as he hurriedly presses his knee between your thighs. You gasp into his mouth, your eyebrows furrowing together at his rough treatment of your body. The two of you had just finished up a particularly rough and strenuous mission, and the end of the fight had been quite the adrenaline rush.

The two of you were left breathing heavily together in the dark warehouse room, your opponents out cold on the floor around you. Toji had shocked you out of your stupor when he grabbed you from behind and wrapped his hand around the bottom half of your face, forcing you to turn your head to the side and kiss him hungrily. You felt dizzy as he gave you no chance to breathe between kisses while he stole the limited air you had just started gathering back into your lungs.

Toji's neediness quickly affected you, making you feel dizzy and lightheaded with lust as you spun your body around in his grasp and allowed him to wrap you in his arms. At some point, one of you had contacted Shiu and let him know the mission was over, followed by your current location. You had no idea how the two of you made it outside of the stuffy warehouse though, but somehow you did.

Your lips had not separated from each other's skin once, even as you messaged Shiu. The adrenaline running through your veins made you feel like you were high, combined with Toji's haste and blatant show of need for you, you were quickly going dumb. You almost felt possessed by how instinctual your actions were. You gasped and whined into Toji's mouth as he used the grip he had on your ass to drag your sopping cunt back and forth along his thigh, stimulating your clit just right.

Toji abruptly pulled his lips off of yours and hunched his back a bit so he could dip his head into the crook of your neck. You tipped your head back agaisnt the wall on instinct as Toji got to work, his sharp teeth scraping and pulling against your skin as he sucked and licked on your soft neck, his hot breath tickling you sending goosebumps down your spine.

You gasped into the air when Toji grabbed your ass more firmly and made you drag your cunt harder down on his leg, stimulating your cunt more. "Tojii," You whined breathlessly, your eyes falling shut from arousal as he continued the same motion over and over again, making sure you really felt the hard muscle of his thigh against your pussy through the layer of clothes the both of you wore.

Toji's cock throbbed in the confines of his pants as you cried out for him. The large man thrust his hips against yours at the same time he pulled your ass against him, forcing his knee further between your legs which allowed his cock to rub against your lower tummy each time you humped his leg. "Yeah, keep sayin' my name," Toji growled agaisnt your neck, emphasizing his words with a teasing bite right under your ear, making you gasp and repeat his name again.

Toji didn't bother trying to hide his arousal from you, it was obvious how worked up he already was. "Gonna fuck you the second we get in Shiu's car." He whispered, lifting his head from the crook of your neck to speak into your ear. You shivered at his words, not knowing if he was bluffing or not. "You want that? You want me inside you?" He teased, biting the shell of your ear as he took in all of your delicious sounds.

You nodded drunkenly, barely being able to pay attention to the words he was saying as he got you off on his thigh. You felt the knot in your stomach tie itself tighter and tighter the longer he dragged you against his thigh. "Feels good gettin' off like this huh?" Toji asked, reaching one of his hands in front of you to grab your chin, keeping the distance between your lips a hair length away as he forced you to look at him as you nodded, eyes lidded and furrowed in pleasure.

"You look so horny and I've barely touched you." Toji smiled, the scar on his lip stretching as his lips parted to show his teeth. "Barely touched you" Yeah right, he was overwhelming your senses and making you unable to feel anything but him and him alone. "Touch me more than." You retorted, making his smile grow wider as he shook his head at you. "So dirty." He whispered against your lips before they were back on you again, rougher this time.

Toji quickly overpowered you by crushing his jaw into yours, his fingers sliding down your face and making their way to your neck teasingly. "Choke m-," you were able to mumble out between his aggressive kisses. Toji felt his cock twitch at your request as he settled his hand on the bottom of your neck. He let his thick fingers slide up your skin and wrap around your neck before squeezing tightly. The moment you felt his hand constrict around your neck, you felt your muscles relax, your whole body going lax to his domineering touch.

"Oh, you like that huh?" Toji groaned, feeling your hips stutter against his thigh the moment he tightened his hand around your neck. Drool spilled out from the corner of your mouth as Toji forced his tongue against yours, crushing you. All you could do was let him manhandle your body as he forced pleasure onto you, making you go dumb.

The sudden honk of a loud, blaring car horn made you jump in his hold, your hands instinctively pushing Toji's chest back, putting the smallest of distance between the two of you as your lips disconnected. Instead of reacting surprised at how you had, the corner of Toji's lip curled in annoyance. "How long are you gonna make me watch this shit?" Shiu yelled from the car parked on the side of the road you and Toji were on.

The smell of cigarettes hit your nose only a second later, the telltale sign that Shiu was here. Toji pulled his thigh back from between your legs, which you silently mourned as he turned around and shoved one of his hands in his pockets, a smug look on his face. "Why would I bother worrying about a man when I'm hooking up with my girlfriend," Toji said snarkily. Shiu shook his head and blew the smoke from his cig out of the car before bringing the bud back inside and crushing it against the ashtray. "Get in the car," Shiu said in faux annoyance as he tipped his head at the two of you.

You felt your face heat up after getting caught by your boyfriend's friend, and the man responsible for giving you assignments, the man you saw almost every single day. You walked behind Toji on shaky legs, gripping his hand tightly as he led you to the car closely behind him. Shui was facing forward now, presumably staring at the road as Toji opened the door for you and watched you crawl inside. You yelped in surprise when Toji smacked your ass as you stood to get in the car, the man giggling at his own actions.

You briefly glanced at the mirror attached to the outside of the car, and you could swear you caught Shiu staring at you as you got in. Though you must've been mistaken, because the second you blinked, his eyes were forward again, staring at the road as he waited for the two of you to get situated in the back.

You were just about to buckle yourself into the car when the door slammed shut behind Toji and his large frame grew closer and closer. "Cmere." He said as he leaned forward and placed his arms on either side of your body, forcing you to lean back against the window of the car, your legs outstretched in front of you as Toji pressed his body against yours. "Toji-" You placed your hands on his chest in front of you and pushed weakly against him as he crashed his lips onto yours, drowning out your whines.

You made a muffled sound of surprise as he moved his lips hungrily on yours, seemingly paying no mind to the fact that Shiu was in the front seat, barely three feet away from the two of you. "The two of you are like goddamn bunnies." Shiu cursed, his eyes watching the scene unfold in the back of his car. Toji slid his hand up your thigh, settling it on your lower back before he pulled you towards him so your body was now lying fully across all three seats of Shiu's car.

Toji pressed himself between your legs firmly, your thighs squeezing around his body instinctually as he smothered you with his massive frame. You wanted to protest, tell him to hold off until the two of you got home, but his persistent lips showed no signs of letting up. Your hands slid from his chest to wrap around his neck as you tried your best to keep up with his mouth against yours.

Shiu tried his hardest to ignore the grunting and heavy breathing in the backseat for his own sake, but it was hard when the girl he had been finding himself attracted to recently was in the backseat getting overwhelmed with a man twice her size as she whimpered and whined into his lips. "Are you really going to do this here?" Shiu asked, gripping the steering wheel in front of him with too much strength as he shut his eyes tightly, praying for his cock to stay down.

"What does it look like?" Toji said cockily, his lips leaving yours with a vulgar smacking noise. Shiu sighed under his breath, giving the mirror one last glance at the two of you before he rolled up his window and turned on the car. "Toji- maybe we should wait," You tried to reason when he let up the attack on your lips to focus on your neck. "Yeah? You sayin' that when you're humping me right now?" Toji said, bringing his face in front of yours as he looked at you with a smirk.

"Shiu is right there…" You said, looking his way out of the corner of your eye in embarrassment before you looked back at him. Your bashfulness only spurred Toji on more. His hand came up from your thigh to grip your neck tightly, knowing how much of a rise that action got out of you. Sure enough, your lips parted in a wide O, your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, and your thighs squeezed around him. You pulled your arms back from around his neck to grab his wrist of the hand that grabbed your throat.

"You worried about him being here?" Toji asked in a seemingly sincere voice, tilting his head at you. You squeezed your thighs around his body again and shook your head, choking high-pitched breaths leaving your lips as you tried to fight your arousal for the sake of how embarrassed you felt. "Yeah? I think you like it." Toji said, his lips spreading in a grin.

You had to admit, that Shiu watching you did fill your body with a sense of warmth you had never felt before. You couldn't deny that Shiu was attractive either. His large hands, the way he smoked, his deep, brooding voice, the way he bantered with Toji--all of it. But still, the thought of him watching you made you want to shy away.

Shiu felt his body go rigid at Toji's words. He was thankful for the red light he was currently stopped at or he might've accidentally slammed on the brakes in the middle of the road. There was no way you were enjoying his presence right now right? Why would Toji say that? Surely he was just teasing to get you riled up, nothing more.

Although Shiu tried to reason with himself in his head all the ways in which Toji was just being an asshole and you were in fact not liking Shiu being present for this, he was just a man after all, and his cock was having a hard time thinking of anything other than you enjoying him being present while Toji gets you off.

Toji smirked as you stayed silent, unable to refute his words. The pressure around your neck got tighter when Toji slid his other hand from your waist down between your thighs. He slid himself back only a couple of inches, giving him room to press his thick fingers agaisnt your cunt. He tipped his chin up and opened his mouth in a smile when you gasped, your hands around his wrist tightening.

Shiu swallowed hard at the pornographic moan that spilled from your lips, his hand not on the wheel digging into his thigh as he tried to will his boner to go down. The driver was unable to stop his eyes from dragging up to the rearview mirror to get a peak of the two of you every so often as he was driving. He knew he should pay more attention to the road, but he was finding it harder than usual to focus for obvious reasons.

As he pulled up to a stop sign, he paused for longer than necessary--way longer than necessary. Shiu's breath picked up as he tried to watch Toji rub your clothed cunt as he choked you out, unfortunately, your leg was blocking him from seeing the full scene, but his imagination could fill in the rest of it.

You tried to snap your legs together to slow down his fast and aggressive touch between your thighs, but his large body your legs wrapped around stopped you in your tracks. Toji found your clit with expert precision and bit hit bottom lip between his teeth when he watched your chest swell as you gasped deeply. "Right here?" Toji whispered, an almost inaudible sound against your lips. His voice sounded soft, and tender, like he was genuinely curious if he was touching you where you needed him the most.

Shiu had been stuck in a trance at the stopsign for almost a minute, just watching the two of you hook up in his backseat. He felt his hand ache to touch himself through his pants, anything, just a little relief so he didnt explode in his pants untouched. A shock ran through Shiu's entire body when he adjusted his eyes up a mere millimeter and made contact with Toji's. Shiu felt his heart race in his chest, he had been caught, he just gotten caught ogling Toji's girlfriend.

The honking of an irritated driver behind him fully shocked him out of his stupor. His eyes fell forward back on the road as he pulled out from the four-way, taking a left turn. "Seems like you and my girlfriend are on the same track, huh Shiu?" Toji teased, referring to your arousal at Shiu being present. Shiu usually knew when Toji was irritated or not, but right now, he couldn't get a clear read on him at all.

Was he mad at him for watching? "Sorry man, kinda hard not to get distracted." Shiu settled on responding, his heart still beating out of his chest. He managed to keep his expression relatively calm, giving no sign of anxiety away. Toji smirked at his response, his eyes finding Yorus once more, his hand squeezing tighter around your neck. "I don't blame you," Toji responded, thrusting his cock against your inner thigh as he rubbed your clothed cunt, feeling how you throbbed through your shorts and panties. "She's fucking hot."

Toji's words made you blush. Part of you wanted Shiu to respond, to agree with Toji, but another part knew that couldn't happen, he was just teasing. "I said she's hot, huh? That why you were looking at her?" Toji pressed. You swallowed hard, your hands tightening on Toji's wrist, you had no idea where he was going with this. Toji cocked his head to the side and gave you a grin when you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"That's your girlfriend, man," Shiu responded, his answer leaving you a bit dejected, which Toji instantly picked up on. "Aww, you made her sad," Toji replied, sliding his fingers up from your cunt to work on your short buttons with one hand, all the while keeping his eyes on yours. You felt your body run hot, almost like lava was running through your veins.

Toji felt himself throb as he watched your mouth open and close like a fish out of the water as he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped your shorts. "Spread your legs for me," Toji instructed quietly, praising you when you listened almost instantly. Toji pulled your shorts down a couple of inches before he slid his massive hand into your pants and started rubbing your sopping clit with a few fingers, making you tip your head back against the car seat, your eyes rolling back in your head.

"She looks so fucking good right now." Toji bated, trying to get Shiu to look at you through the mirror. And sure enough, it worked. Shiu found Toji's eyes first, as they locked on each other for a moment before they were back on the road. "I'm not gonna kill you for looking at her." Toji laughed while rubbing his fingers quickly against your clit, making you gasp and whine loudly into the small space of the car.

"It's not that. I'm kinda driving." Shiu responded cockily, licking his lips as your moans melted his brain, his cock throbbing against the confines of his too-tight slacks. "Pull over," Toji responded quickly, making both you and Shiu look at him in surprise. "You don't mind if I show Shiu how you cum on my fingers, right?" Toji whispered against your mouth, shaking his head.

You felt your cunt throb at his words, was this seriously going to happen? Shiu on the other hand, did not need to be told twice. He wasn't even thinking that his actions could be seen as being too eager, he was only a man, and he wasn't about to take a chance on not seeing you get fucked on Toji's fingers. Shiu's left leg bounced up and down on the floor of the car as he drove through the dark city, trying to find a secluded enough spot for him to pull over and hide the car, but your moans were proving to be quite distracting. He was surprised he hadn't run a red light by now.

You felt that telltale ache between your thighs, begging to be filled by something. "Toji.." You whined, your voice strained due to his grip on your throat. Toji leaned down to your face and kissed the corner of your lips teasingly, pulling away only a hair's length to look you in the eyes. Your brows were furrowed and your eyes were glassy with lust as you looked at him, thrusting your hips agaisnt his hand.

"Put them in." You begged, your breath ticking his lips. Toji felt his cock throb, a bead of precum dripping on the inside of his boxers. "Gotta wait for Shiu to pull over baby, promised him a show." You wanted to groan at his request. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the fight or the fact that you were about to be watched, but you were feeling more impatient than usual. "Please." You whined back, thrusting your hips harder up against him, trying to get his fingers to slide lower down your cunt.

Your mouth fell open in a wider O when Toji squeezed his hand around your neck, cutting your airflow off completely. "Be patient." He whispered before relaxing his hand again, allowing you to take air into your lungs once again. Yours and Toji's bodies rocked with the car as it was finally put into park. Toji glanced up from your face and was met with thick trees, covering the car. "Nice spot." He praised Shiu as he heard the clicking of a seatbelt buckle.

Toji let go of your throat completely as he sat back on the seat behind him, his fingers pulling out from your panties completely, leaving you an aching mess. Toji spread his legs and tipped his head at you as you lay legs spread with disheveled clothes against the back of the car. You felt a pair of eyes on you, ones other than Toji's that sent a chill down your spine. Looking up, your eyes met with Shiu's through the mirror in the center of the car.

His gaze was unwavering, much different to how he reacted to when Toji had caught him. "Come up here, thought you wanted my fingers inside you." Toji teased, patting his thigh. Your eyes found his face, breaking the contact with Shiu as you pushed yourself up on shaky arms and crawled toward Toji. You were about to swing your leg over Toji's lap when he stopped you with a heavy hand on your thigh, his dark eyes boring into yours.

"Other way baby, face Shiu." He instructed. You swallowed hard as you nodded, turning yourself around so your back was to Toji's as you sat on his lap. Toji scooted the two of you over once you were situated so you were more in the middle of the car than the side, giving Shiu a better view. Shiu had not made any effort to turn his body, or even move a muscle since he stopped the car.

He sad ridged as ever against the driver's seat, only peeking in the rearview mirror every so often to see what was happening amongst the shuffling of clothes. "What the fuck is going on, seriously." Shiu sighed, his head falling forward onto the steering wheel when he watched Toji spread your legs over his forearms in the rearview mirror, the sight making his heart beat out of his chest.

You shut your eyes when Toji pressed a kiss to the side of your cheek before you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck in embarrassment, your inner thoughts voicing the same question as Shiu's outer ones. You gasped when Toji spread his legs and adjusted himself under you, his hips thrusting agaisnt your ass as he slouched down a bit, getting himself comfortable. "What you tellin' me you don't wanna see this?" Toji voices, rubbing his thick fingers over your warm cunt through your clothes.

You gasped into Toji's neck, your hips rutting against his fingers of their on volition. "Why do you want me to watch this shit?" Shiu clarified, his deep voice making your pussy clench around nothing. Toji licked his lips and pressed his fingers harder against your clothed mound, feeling how you were already soaking your clothes from how aroused you were. He grinned, taking a moment to find Shiu's eyes in the mirror before he responded, "Because you wanna fuck my girl, don't you?" Toji asked, more of a statement than a question.

You could feel a new tenseness run through the car at Toji's declaration, especially when Shiu made no move to refute his words. "I see the way you look at her, I'm not an idiot." Toji continued. You rubbed your head deeper into your boyfriend's neck, wishing his skin would absorb you and take you away from his horribly tense conversation right now. Only the air wasn't tense in the way it should've been. TOji hated when anyone who wasn't him checked you out, or even glanced in your general direction. But for some reason, the air felt hot, aroused, and you could feel Toji's cock twitching under your ass as he spoke.

"So you're gonna make me watch you fuck her? Kinda mean don't you think?" Shiu finally responded, his answer sending a shiver down your spine. Toji breathed a laugh through his nose at Shiu's answer, before he dropped your legs and pulled your shorts and panties off your legs in one fell swoop, exposing your cunt to the humid air of the car. Toji watched Shiu's eyes drop from his to your bare cunt as Toji held your legs open again, spreading you wide for Shiu to see.

"Is that a problem?" Toji asked, watching how Shiu licked his lips and gripped his thigh in support. You were so wet already, your slick had started dripping down your cunt from how worked up you are. Shiu couldn't help but wonder if any of that arousal was from him. Shiu swallowed whatever saliva was left in his dry mouth as he watched with hawk eyes as Toji brought his massive hand back down between your thighs to rub a few fingers over your twitching clit.

"You want Shiu to watch you cum on my fingers, baby?" Toji whispered against the side of your face, his cock throbbing against your ass. Your back arched involuntarily against him as he rubbed you just right. Shiu watched with bated breath as your face contorted in pleasure and you whined from Tojis fingers. You nodded at your boyfriend's words, not finding it in you to speak, finding it too humiliating to admit you liked this.

"See? Even she wants you to watch." Toji laughed, rubbing his fingers in fat circles over your whole cunt, stopping at your hole every once in a while to tease a few thick fingers against your entrance, but never pushing them in. "Come back here, can barely see shit from that dirty ass mirror," Toji said to Shiu, speaking almost too calmly for someone who was currently getting his girlfriend off with a massive hardon in front of his friend.

Shiu shook his head and cursed under his breath as he opened the driver's door to his car and stepped out, slamming it a little too hard behind him. The cool air did wonders on chilling his ridiculously warm skin, unfortunately, though it was doing little to calm his raging boner. Shiu ran his hand through his hair and wiped his hand over his mouth, contemplating the small decisions he made that got him into this situation.

After taking his sweet time to walk around the car to the opposite side of the car, he opened the door and felt his heart jump when he was immediately met with the sound of you whining and crying as Toji squeezed his hand around your throat while he fingerfucked you on his lap. Shiu's eyes went wide as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

Adrenaline rushed through his body at the thought of someone hearing how loud you were being. In a split-second decision, Shiu jumped inside the car and slammed the door shut behind him faster than he opened it. The man leaned over to you and pressed his hand against your mouth, his heart racing when the car became quieter, your moans muffled, and he realized what he had just done.

Toji slowed his fingers inside you and raised his eyebrows at Shiu. "Didn't know I invited you to join." HE said cockily, raising his eyebrows at the other man. Your whins into Shiu's hand wet his skin from how hot your breath was against it. Shiu's eyes darkened as he made contact with your wet ones, who looked at him pleadingly, almost like you were asking for help. The wetness on your thighs and Toji's told him exactly how hard Toji had fingerfucked you in only a few seconds he had been gone for.

"She was being fucking loud. You might not care, but we're still in public." Shiu said before retracting his hand away from your mouth. You whined at the loss, the feeling of his large, heavy hand pressing tightly over your mouth had made you squeeze down like a vice on Toji's cock at how unexpected and domineering his touch had been. Toji looked down at you from behind his lashes and saw how intently you were looking at Shiu.

He really wasn't planning on taking it this far, but if you wanted him so bad, who was he to deny you? "Yeah you're right, she is loud huh?" Toji agreed, emphasizing his words by squeezing his large hand tighter around your throat, making you tip your head back onto his shoulder. "Why don't you shut her up again?" Toji suggested. His fingers picked up their speed after he spoke, seemingly giving Shiu a reason to shut you up as your moans instantly increased in volume.

Shiu's hand twitched with restraint in front of him as his lips parted slightly, aroused breaths leaving his lips as he watched you go dumb on Toji's fingers. Slur after slur of Toji's name and curses fell from your lips as he pistoned his fingers in and out of you, curling them perfectly against your gummy walls, rubbing the tips right on your sweet spot. "Oh my god- f-fuck oh my-" Your curses were cut short when Shiu scooted his body closer to the two of you and pressed his hand against your mouth, his fingers and thumb wrapped around your jaw as he gripped the bottom half of your face harshly.

Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of Shiu's large hand, just as big as Toji's suffocating you. "She just got so fucking tight," Toji growled, thrusting his hips up against your ass impatiently. "Yeah?" Shiu responded, gaining more confidence as his arousal flooded his mind. "Yeah, the little wore loves bein' manhandled, huh?" Toji cooed at you, pursing his lips around his teeth as he stilled his fingers to the base against your cunt and curled them repeatedly.

You tried to thrash your head side to side at the feeling of the intense heat building up in your stomach, but Toji and Shiu's grips on your face kept you steady, just fighting them as you tried not to make a mess in Shiu's car. "She gonna cum?" Shiu asked, noticing how antsy and twitchy you got, combined with your eyes that fought to stay forward in their sockets.

"Yeah, think she's gonna make a mess," Toji said. The way the two men were talking about you like you weren't there somehow made the feeling of arousal grow tenfold. "'S fine, make a mess. The car can be cleaned, just let it out." Shiu said, nodding strongly as he looked deep into your eyes. Your eyebrows knit tightly together and you whined against Shiu's hand as Toji's fingers fucked you right up to the edge of your orgasm.

"C'mon baby, cum all over my fingers, show Shiu how good you are for me." Toji praised, talking you through it as he mumbled his words against your ear, his deep voice being the last thread you needed to push you over the edge. Your legs strained against Toji's arms that held them open as your body curled in on yourself and you came on his fingers, a gush of wetness squirting from your cunt and making a mess on Toji's and the car seat beneath you.

"Oh shit." Shiu groaned, his fingers curling tighter around your mouth as he watched you cum, unable to stop himself from gripping his hard-on through his pants and squeezing, trying to alleviate some of the arousal he was feeling. "Dirty girl," Toji groaned, whistling at the mess you made all over him. "That was a big one huh?" You fought to catch your breath by simply breathing through your nose, it was only until Toji gently pushed Shiu's wrist to remind him to let go that you were able to breathe properly.

Toji let your shaky legs rest on his thighs as you gulped oxygen into your lungs. "Looks like you're not the only one worked up, pretty girl." Toji cooed, kissing the side of your face as he tipped your chin to look at Shiu, who had his hand over his crotch and was slowly massaging his cock as he stared at the mess between your thighs you made just moments prior.

You swallowed hard at the sight in front of you. The bulge in his pants looked massive as it strained against his hand. "Wanna help him out?" Toji whispered against your ear, keeping his voice only audible to you as he asked his question, wanting to surprise Shiu with your throat if you agreed to it. "Look how horny he is, how hard his cock is." Toji pushed, his hot breath against your ear making your eyes flutter in their sockets.

"If that was me would you let me just ache like that? Huh?" Shiu could hear Toji saying something to you, but he couldn't hear a thing. His own heartbeat in his ears was preventing him from hearing anything under a whisper, which happened to be perfect for Toji's little plan. You licked your lips as you let Toji's words lull you away, your eyes lidded lower as you watched Shiu's cock twitch against his hand. You pressed your thighs together imagining your throat wrapped around his thick cock as Toji worked you up, painting the picture for you.

"Keepin' secrets?" Shiu spoke up, his eyebrows raised and a small smile on his face as he caught your eyes ogling his cock. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment but quickly got over it as Toji's vulgar words brought the focus back on him. You turned your body in his hold and pressed both of your smaller hands against his lips, shutting Toji up. You felt his lips curl from behind your hand as you spoke, "Okay, okay yes." You shook your head before you dropped your hands from his mouth, turning your body back forward. "Nasty ass mouth." You mumbled, making Toji grin.

Toji slid out from behind you and grabbed your hips, forcing you to assume the doggy position as he got behind you and started working on removing his belt. Shiu cocked his head to the side when you placed your hands on his thighs, forcing him to spread his legs and lean back against the door of the car, one of his feet firmly on the bottom of the car. Shiu kept his hands on the seat, unsure if he was allowed to touch you.

"Fucking relax." Toji laughed, pulling his pants and boxers down his thighs in tandem as he watched you caress Shiu's thighs, dangerously close to his cock. "She wants to suck you off, you gonna say no?" Toji said, tapping his cock against the curve of your ass, making you whine and rub your hips back against him.

Shiu looked down at you and noticed how you were keeping your hands away from his cock until he gave you his verbal consent, such a sweetheart. "Wanna hear you say it," Shiu said, his focus landing on you as you looked up at him from under your lashes between his thighs. "Is it true? You wanna suck my cock?" Shiu asked, cradling your face with one of his hands. You leaned into his touch, your eyes shutting as you rubbed your cheek into his rough, warm palm.

"Can I? Can I suck your dick?" You asked, making Toji whistle at your bluntness. Toji rubbed his cock between your thighs, pressing his shaft agaisnt your warm folds, getting his cock all wet with your juices while he waited for you and Shiu to catch up to speed. Shiu swallowed hard and smiled as his freehand came down to undo his belt for you, all the while his approving, gentle eyes stayed on yours.

The air was thick with arousal, making it feel incredibly stuffy and intimate as you patiently waited for Shiu to pull out his cock. Toji not so much, the man kept teasing you with his tip, pressing it against you before pulling away and rubbing it between your folds, all while rushing Shiu to hurry up, whining that he wanted to get his cock wet before he exploded.

When Shiu pulled his hard dick out from the confines of his boxers, you felt your mouth pool with saliva. He was thick, not as long as Toji, but almost. You wondered if you would be able to take him fully or if the stretch would be too much. Shiu must've seen the hesitation written on your face, because he released his hand from the base of his cock and cupped your face with both hands, leaning down a bit so his face was in front of yours.

"You can take it." He assured, nodding at you, making you nod back as his words sent confidence rushing through his veins. Your arms almost gave out on you when Toji pressed his cock into your entrance with no warning, only a low groan from behind you as he slid inside your pussy inch by inch. A shaky breath left Toji's lips as he felt your cunt pulse and clench around him from the unexpected intrusion. "Toji-" You cried, gripping Shiu's thighs tightly for support. Toji's aroused O-shaped mouth formed into a cheeky smile, as he looked up from staring at where the two of you were connected to find Shiu and nodded at him, "You gonna comfort her or what?"

Shiu licked his lips before finding your face with his eyes once more. Your mouth was open and your body was already shaking and trembling from such little stimulation. "Open your mouth doll." Shiu whispered, praising you for listening so quickly by whispering "Good girl." Against your lips as he pressed his mouth against yours, instantly massaging his lips with your own, his tongue crushing yours.

Toji felt himself throb inside your walls at the smacking sound of your lips entangling together. You squeezed like a vice around his cock, letting Toji know you were feeling good. "So fucking hot." Toji groaned before he pulled his hips back, letting his cock slip almost completely out of your pussy before he slammed his length inside of you all at once.

You yelped against Shiu's lips, almost biting him from how hard Toji fucked into you. "Shhh, it's okay, I got you," Shiu reassured, continuing to kiss you as Toji immediately started up a brutal pace behind you. You yelped into Shiu's mouth after every thrust, barely able to keep up with the pace of his lips as Shiu basically licked into your mouth. "Oh my fffucking god." You whined, separating your lips from Shiu's by letting your head dangle forward limply, your eyes rolling back in your head as Toji fucked his fat cock right into your sweet spot.

"My cock feel good baby? Huh?" Toji babbled behind you, his fat balls slapping against your abused clit with every thrust. You nodded dumbly in response, pulsing around his dick. Shiu's cock leaked precum from the tip, a long stream of the white liquid running down his cock as it twitched freely in the air. You caught sight of it when your head was dangling freely, your eyes barely cracking open for a moment when you saw it.

"Hey," Shiu said, gaining your attention once more. His large hand wrapped around your neck as he pulled you back up to face him once more. Shiu looked just as aroused as you, his expression serious, his cheeks red, his cock twitching, he looked desperate. "I'm not done kissin' you." He said, using your neck for leverage to pull you back against him, your lips crashing together.

Shiu greedily swallowed up all your moans as your eyes squeezed tightly together, your eyebrows knit in pleasure. "Yeeahhh, choke her Shiu, she fucking loves that shit." Toji groaned, his eyes flitting between your cunt sucking in his fat cock, and Shiu's fingers that dug into your neck when he squeezed your throat, barely giving you any room to breathe.

You released a long whine against Shiu's lips as he crushed your tongue with his own, his fingers squeezing and releasing your neck, choking you expertly, somehow knowing exactly when you needed to breathe. Amidst all the pleasure, the image of Shiu's neglected cock flashed in your mind, giving you the perfect idea. Blindly, you felt around on Shiu's thigh, creeping your hand closer and closer upwards until you reached his cock.

Shiu groaned against you when your small fingers wrapped around his cock, his eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure. His lips popped off yours and he leaned back a bit to look down at his crotch to watch you jerk him off. The older man bit his lip between his teeth and groaned, nodding and hissing air in through his teeth as you rubbed his pre cum all over his cock--the perfect lube.

"Does that feel good Shiu?" You asked, biting your lip as you looked up at him. Shiu squeezed your throat as he nodded, making you release a wonton moan from between your lips, "So good doll, so fucking good." Toji groaned from behind you, his hand snaking into your hair making your scalp tingle.

Suddenly, the weight of his large body was over yours, one hand on the seat by Shiu's thigh, the other firmly gripping your hair. Shiu released your neck and tucked some of the stray hairs behind your face as he watched Toji hump into you. "Bet he would feel even better if you sucked his cock, huh?" Toji whispered, emphasizing his words by shoving your head down into Shiu's crotch.

Your cheek rested on Shiu's thigh, his cock twitching needily by your face as you continue stroking him off, rubbing his cock like a corkscrew. With Toji's help, you lifted your head off his thigh and found Shiu's cock with your lips. Shiu groaned when he felt your soft mouth wrap around his cock, your hand directing his length into your throat. "No hands," Toji instructed, giving you a particularly hard thrust that had you choking on Shiu's cock already.

The other man groaned, sliding his hand around to settle on the base of your neck as you sloppily sucked his cock with Toji's help. "Oh my god what a fucking mouth." Shiu groaned, covering his mouth with his free hand while his jaw opened in a wide O at how warm and wet your mouth felt around him. Toji matched the pace of his hand shoving you down with his thrusts. Each time Toji fucked into you, he buried Shiu's cock in your throat meanly by shoving your head down onto him.

Shiu relished in the feeling of you choking and gagging around him when you couldn't take it. The visual of your spit bubbling and gathering at the base of his cock made his balls throb. Your mouth ached from the stretch of stuffing his entire cock in your mouth, but the pleasure you were feeling from both the men's sounds and Toji's expert cock made up for the pain in your throat.

You felt a sudden rush of arousal rush over you, the telltale sign of your orgasm getting close tying a knot deep in your belly when Toji angled his hips up a bit to slam directly into your gspot. "Good girl, taking me so well, almost there pretty girl." Shiu praised, pulling your neck down on his cock with each thrust along with Toji shoving your head down. Part of you wondered if Shiu was really this rough in bed too, or if he was taking advantage of it because of Toji's influence.

Toji felt his balls ache as he himself grew closer to his own orgasm, his thrusts getting a little sloppy as he fucked his cock into you. "How's her throat? Gonna make you cum?" Toji asked, finding Shiu's fucked out and blushing face. Shiu nodded, looking into Toji's dark eyes with his own. "It's so fucking good man, her throat is so small." Shiu groaned, biting his lip.

The two men held eye contact for a few seconds longer, their eyes fluttering and expressions growing tense as they got closer to their orgasms. For a brief moment when Toji licked his lips, Shiu dropped his eyes to watch the man do so, his eyes watching his pink tongue wet his mouth. When he looked back up to find Toji's eyes again, the man was smirking, a cocky expression on his face.

"Don't even think about it." Toji laughed. It was only then that Shiu realized how close their faces were, and what he had just done. Shiu shivered and averted his eyes, finding your face full of his cock instead. "Like hell, fuck you." he shot back, making Toji briefly laugh. The three of you quickly settled into a rhythm as you neared the end.

"Gonna fill up this fucking pussy." Toji groaned, releasing the hold he had on your hair to sit up and fuck you properly, grabbing your hips in both hands so he could slam you back into his pelvis, making you feel his cock as deep as possible inside you. "I'm gonna cum too, you're gonna make me cum baby." Shiu groaned, nodding down at you. You were only able to screw your eyes shut and allow him to hold either side of your head as he fucked his hips into your mouth, lewd gagging sounds being fucked from your throat.

Shiu was the first to release his load, his body hunched over your head as he held you in place, forcing you to take his thick cum down your throat even as you choked on it. "Good girl, I know, I- know just take it-" His eyes rolled back in his head as he relished in the feeling of your throat squeezing around his cock each time you swallowed to avoid choking for real. You quickly popped off his cock and rested your head on his thigh next to his softening dick as you choked on air, trying to breathe through your moans as Toji's cock pushed you over the edge.

"O-oh fuck- oh god-" Toji bit down on his teeth as you came around him, your pussy trying to milk his cock of all the cum inside his balls, and that you did. Your orgasm was the last pull Toji needed to cum. His jaw fell open in a silent O as he came, his hips still fucking into yours with each rope of cum he shot deep inside you. Your body jolted along Shiu's thighs as Toji came, the roughness of his thrusts helping you ride out your own high.

Shiu ran his hand over your hair, his fingers scraping across your scalp as you gasped and cried against his thigh, hugging his torso as you fought to come down from such an intense orgasm. Your legs felt like Jello when Toji finally pulled out and leaned over you to give you a kiss. His cum flooding out of your pussy and making a mess on the seats under you made you wince in discomfort, but his soft, tender lips peppering kisses along your face while Shiu ran his hands through your hair distracted you from that feeling.

"Such a good fucking girl baby. I'm so fucking proud of you, that was so hot." Toji cooed, his hands between your bodies massaging your thighs as he spoke. Toji craned his neck to press a kiss directly agaisnt your lips, his sweaty hair tickling Shiu's thigh a bit from the angle, before the man lifted his head to look at Shiu, who watched you two act like lovebirds on his lap.

"You want one too?" He teased, pursing his lips in a kissy face jokingly at Shiu. The older man groaned and shoved his sweaty shoulders away, "Fucking gross." He spat as your boyfriend howled with laughter, reaching in the front of the seat for some towels to clean you up with.

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How they’d be with pregnant reader - Headcanons

MK1 semi NSFW headcanons with Lin Kuei brothers aka Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, and Bi Han

TW: sex(+18), oral sex (f receiving), conventional sex, pregnancy, afab reader

A/N: this was actually a request of Pregnant reader and Kuai Liang that I lost LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY IM DYING. AHHHHH.

Tomas Vrbada • Smoke

Tomas is so attentive and loving towards you, not saying the others aren't, but he will never leave your side if he has a choice. He’ll cook, and clean, everything, all you need to do is rest and relax. 

You’ll often find him being touchy with you, especially in public, wrapping his arms around your waist, and touching your pregnant belly.

He talks about how when the baby is born he won't let any harm come to you both. “I promise he won't end up like me.”

When it comes to pregnant sex with you two, he is so worried he might hurt you. He’s so gentle and slow despite you begging him to go harder or faster.

“Are you sure you’re okay, I don’t want to-” Tomas spoke before you cut him off. 

“I’ll be okay,” You reassured him. You were laid on your back, his dick positioned right at your entrance.

He took a deep breath, slowly slipping inside you. He began to give slow deliberate thrusts into you, watching your face intently to make sure you were okay. He lowered his face to yours, letting out small moans and peppering your face with kisses.

Kuai Liang • Scorpion

Kuai Liang is the perfect baby daddy. He’ll spoil you with whatever you want and show you affection whenever. You will be SMOTHERED.

He’ll make it clear to everybody that he’s the father, whether it be rubbing your belly in public, keeping his hands all over you, or even just straight up telling people how proud he is of you for carrying his baby.

He often goes on missions so he always leaves you with Liu Kang or another Lin Kuei ninja, he wants to make sure you’re safe.

When you both are lying in bed, he’ll often massage or place his warm hands on you to help you feel better. He’s practically a heating pad.

Pregnant sex with you and Kuai Liang is amazing, you’ll hear praises, and he’d basically worship your body. He’s careful not to hurt you, but a little more confident in pleasuring you.

His head was buried in between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy. “Mm, doing good for me sweetheart,” He pulled away, just to insert a finger into you. His other hand rested on your pregnant belly, slowly caressing it as he ate you out.

His hair was out of his bun, your fingers tangling in between his hair.

He groaned into your pussy, sending shivers through you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers brushing his scalp. His calloused warm fingers ran over your belly. 

Bi Han • Sub Zero

When Bi Han found out you were pregnant, he didn’t show much emotion. Only rested his hand on your head and kissed you. 

You assumed he didn’t care at first and he noticed you were a bit distant so he would do little things to try to cheer you up. Whether it be taking you out, buying you gifts, or even cuddling you as you two lay in bed. 

Out of all the brothers, Bi Han is actually the most concerned for you. When going out on missions, he would either leave one of his brothers with you or a Lin Kuei ninja. 

You’ll never be alone if Bi Han could help it. In public his hand will always be on your hip, pulling you close to him. Literally, everyone will know he’s the father. 

As much as Bi Han only trusts himself to protect you, he’s secretly mortified of being around you. He has so much self-control, he’ll watch his words, his actions, etc. 

He’s kind of like Kuai Liang, where he’ll be like a cold compress. Breats tend to get sore during pregnancy so he’ll cup your breasts for ours with his cold hands. Whenever you complain about any pain Bi Han has to be extra and call you a physician who’ll just tell you it’s pregnancy cramps or something.

Bi Han lives for pregnant sex with you. He’s gentler than usual, yes, but just the aspect that you were bred by him gets him going. Breeding Kink? Maybe.

He gave gentle thrusts, his cool hand resting on your stomach. “So beautiful, carrying my child,” He groaned. His hand retreated back to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb gaining louder moans for you. 

He would definitely make you scream that you want all his babies.

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day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]

࿓ synopsis • sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

―❦ nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [‘is all I guess?] • 1.8k • the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“fuck brat!” a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. “look at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.” 

he doesn’t wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what he’s saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek. 

he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen. 

“it’s-“ you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks should’ve ripped you apart if he wasn’t this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.

“is it too much?” mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.

“suku – aghh!“ a slap on the ass, “my king! oh, it’s - it’s too much! I can’t - I can’t -!” 

he only laughs at your poor attempts, “you can’t?” he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.

“be grateful that I fuck you whore,” his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. “there are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?” 

his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly – too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesn’t care at all – why he should anyway? you’re just one of his concubines – maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection – unlike he does for others – doesn’t mean anything; you’re just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him – lots of heirs.

“puff –“ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up – a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth – salvia running out of it, “disgusting,” he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.

his cocks’ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen ‘cause it is too fucking much.

shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeve’s side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.

why he does that – why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.

he doesn’t think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.

holding your thighs apart, his fingers – two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. “do not fucking dare to move now, woman.” he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.

you don’t say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though – and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.

being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor – gently yet it feels terrifying.

you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them – what a fool you’re to try searching.

no, no – you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high – he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if you’re his queen, you’re so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.

“I will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you won’t be able to even walk, pretty slut,” a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more – or maybe even more – time.  “I will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. don’t you worry whore,”

the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile – entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you – hands conquers every part of your body because you’re his – the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. “you’re entirely mine now. mine to have – fuccck! – mine to fuck! and mine to breed.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !

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"You Don't Own Me."

pairing : Alastor x overlord!reader

summary : A new overlord has came to play in Hell, you. Alastor took notice in how many souls you've accrued in such a short time. He has to let you know where you stood in the overlord hierarchy, however things don't go the way he originally planned.

warnings : slight blood play ig? Idk. Author trying to edge the reader :)) not proofread

word count : 900

You hadn't been in Hell for long but it felt as if you belonged. It didn't take long before you started catching the hearts of the sinners. A lot happily giving up their souls to simply breathe the same sulfuric air as you. The way you used these souls was unique. You weren't mean or evil in anyway shape or form. In fact, you were often seen as an inspiration.

The overlords in Pentagram City were a different story. None of them liked the way you shot up the hierarchy without even trying. Instilling fear was what got them where they were at and they weren't going to give up their seat to a goody-two-shoes like you. Your methods interested one overlord in particular, Alastor. Despite literally being stuck in the past, he was quite the open-minded demon.

He didn't know whether or not to applaud you or challenge you. Your talent would be useful. He wanted you for himself. And for years he fought to claim your soul and make a deal. And not once out of the hundreds of proposals did he convince you it was a good idea. The two of you slowly started to develop a strange relationship. Nothing romantic but there was definitely tension. While he didn't own your soul, you were often in each other's company.

It was like mutualistic relationship. He staved off the overly pushy overlords constantly offering you a job; jobs that would obviously make you uncomfortable. In turn, you offered your assistance in a lot of his business. It came with pros and cons like any other agreement. He was extremely possessive of you. You were treated like precious property. You had enough. There was no reason for this behavior. Typically it didn't bother you, but something snapped.

"Alastor. You do not own my soul. I'm not property that you can toy with. I should be allowed to go wherever I please." You crossed your arms in frustration hearing him explain why he didn't want you in the Vees territory.

"Darling, you know I hold you with upmost respect. It's got nothing to do with you being property. I understand you are immune to Vox's hypnosis spell. It's not him I'm worried about. My worry is of Vox's plaything, Valentino." He gripped your wrist, leaning ever so slightly to place a kiss on your knuckles. "Understand that you are a sight to behold in the entirety of Hell. Valentino, is not honorable in his job as I, my dear. Without the proper protection, you might as well be an easy target." His breath ghosted your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

It's like he forgot who you were, what you were capable of. It was time to show him how that talent of yours has affected him over time. And trust when you say, it did.

"Oh Alastor, I think you forget as to how I became an overlord in the first place. The feminine charm that you oh so fear backfiring on me is why you have been by my side after all these years." You wrapped your fingers around his bow tie, pulling him down to your level. An enchanting smile creeping up on your face as Alastor's expression glitched out from the bold action. The other hand running through his hair making him let out a soft purr. His eyes focused on yours trying to determine your next move before you could decide.

To his surprise, you gently pressed your lips against his. His head was dizzy with confusion and guilty enjoyment. Your lips trailed down his neck, biting down a bit. Enough for his blood to trickle down. Your hands were now trading between playing with his hair and drawing small circles on the back of his neck. Your lips returned to his, smearing the blood from your tongue as if it were a beautiful crimson lipstick. The poor guy was so touch starved, he gave in to the sudden intrusion of affection. He couldn't do anything but allow you to press his buttons.

Your tongue ran over your lips, swallowing whatever blood was left on them. You took a step back to view the obvious mess you've made. Alastor's eyes were dazed as if he was in another world. His face beet red nearly matching the color of his suit. It was such an unusual sight to see on him. And you managed to do it.

"My my, Alastor, you look like you would be willing to sell me your soul just readingthe look on your face." You held your hand to your lips to cover the laugh attempting to escape. "How the tables have turned, dear." A joke of course, he would never actua-

"Yes." His ears dropped to the back of his head, still standing at your level. No sign of humor on his face.

"I'm sorry, what?" You blinked dumbfounded, mouth agape.

"I will give you my soul, but only if I'm the only one to experience that from you." Your face flushed from his proposal. Alastor had actually submitted to you because of a single kiss? But it wasn't JUST a kiss to him. It forced out desires he had been holding in for a long time. Now more than ever was he determined to have you be his. It didn't matter as to how anymore.

"You've got yourself deal, Al."

a/n: I know this one is short, it was more of an experiment because of a dream that I had. However if you like this concept, I'd be more than happy to build upon it in the future.

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