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hazelfoureyes · 3 months

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The Safeword is RadioApple (part 1)

I’m gonna go ahead and apologize right now

Lucifer x FemaleReader x Alastor

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱✨NEW✨ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins

Alastor would give you anything, all you had to do was ask. When you asked for Lucifer, he delivered. But after seeing just how much you enjoyed Alastor’s rough handling, Lucifer takes a turn and gets a little lost in the pleasure.

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, smut, RadioApple in a sense, fem reader, creampie, breath play, rough sex, Alastor is an eternal little shit, soft jazz, hard jazz, Luci calls himself Daddy, 🗣️ READER GETS SPITROASTED, threesome, cervix hulk smashed, half assed blowjob, help I got too horny on main

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“Sir.”

Lucifer jumped, whipping around and shoving Alastor’s face away. “You are a living nightmare, fuck!” He hated being snuck up on, as most people do. Adjusting his hat, he looked around the hotel lobby to see if anyone else witnessed his personal jump scare. Charlie and Vaggie were seated nearby, but hadn’t paid them any attention.

“I aim to please! Now,” Alastor gestured to the stairs, “I, unfortunately, need to show you something upstairs.”

“Ha!” Lucifer forced out a laugh, “Ha. Haaa- Not a chance, scarecrow. Find someone else to search for your brain.” He smirked to himself. “Did you hear that Charlie? I made a joke.”

But Charlie was not laughing. She finally turned her focus to them. “Dad, you have to start trying to get along with Alastor.” She looked to Alastor who was nodding along as if he actually cared at all, “He’s trying to spend time with you. Come on, Dad. For me?”

With a pout, he dramatically crossed his arms, “Fine. I’ll play nice, for you. Not for him.” Lucifer glared daggers at Alastor. “Fuck him.”

“Daaad!” She groaned.

“Yeah yeah, I’m going.”

Alastor let his microphone follow behind Lucifer’s back, an unseen and unfelt safety net so he couldn’t back out. When they approached Alastor’s door, Lucifer put up his hands as if to physically stop the situation from progressing, “There is no way in all of hell I am going in your bedroom.”

Alastor’s eyes rolled, frustrated already with the interaction. “Are you sure about that?” He pushed the door open, using his mic to make contact with the small of Lucifer’s back. He stopped resisting when he finally looked into the room.

He took a step in, willingly, and as he saw you sitting in the center of the bed in just your silk sleep robe, he let out a quiet, “What the fuck is this?”

Then a louder, “Heeey, kitten…”. The sound of the door locking made his head whip back to Alastor, teeth bared.

“Luci.”

Softened under the sound of his own name from your lips he brought his attention back to the bed.

It was no secret to anyone that you two were fond of each other. It was the little things you did that endeared the fallen angel to you, how you doted on him. Filling his glass at dinner when you noticed it getting close to empty, holding the door for him, keeping eye contact when he went off on some excited tangent.

Everyone was also aware you were Alastor’s person. And Alastor would give you anything you wanted in death; and today you happened to want Luci.

You’d seen the broadcasts of the King of Hell defending his daughter during the last extermination. The power he gave off, even from your screen, brought goosebumps down your arms. So when you found your way to the hotel, you were elated to see Lucifer himself readily available for interactions. Your luck continued, as your father’s love of jazz had been passed down to you and allowed the radio demon to notice your presence among the sea of new residents. Following the sounds of Nat ‘King’ Cole, he found you one evening in your room, and a mutual fondness for music bore a new friend. And then, more.

Soon enough you were a regular member of the Hazbin Hotel core crew, by way of Alastor.

That’d been some months ago now, and you finally had the courage to ask Alastor for a special favor.

No part of him understood your motivation, but the idea of making the king of hell pussy-whipped to his darling was understanding enough. And, of course, the pleasure of watching you enjoy yourself. While he was capable all his own, he was happy to allow someone else to fill in. Not to mention—- no, actually, definitely mention the fact it would give him a little more power in the tense dynamic between himself and Lucifer.

For Alastor, sharing you physically wasn’t an issue. Sex was something he did for your pleasure, though he did enjoy the control he held over you in those intimate moments.

Watching you mewl under someone else, knowing he gave the permission, that Lucifer would never have a chance in Hell if The Radio Demon didn't allow it, made his head dizzy with the loss of blood flow. Whatever pleasure Lucifer could give you was pleasure he has granted you both. The idea of someone pining for you but never having a chance unless he says so made him feel powerful.

“I have a request, of sorts.” You tried to keep your smile still, cheeks twitching with pure nerves. The room was lit by only two small lamps on either nightstand and the light coming from the half open bathroom.

Lucifer approached you, making a dramatic point of going past Alastor. The radio demon chuckled, the king of hell scowled. He placed one knee on the end of the bed, trying to forget this was the spot you shared most nights with Alastor. His smile encouraged you to continue.

“You can say no.” You added quickly.

“Why would I ever do that?” Lucifer continued to smile at you, too sweetly for what you were going to ask.

“Many reasons.” You added quicker.

“Come on, tell Luci.” He laughed softly at the idea of denying you anything.

You pressed the tips of your index fingers together nervously, “I want you to fuck me.”

He tried to blink but his eyelids only seemed to rise further and further up his face with every attempt.

“You what now?”

His eyes darted to Alastor, who was now crawling onto the bed and settling behind you.

“It was a fairly straightforward statement, sir.” Alastor’s tone was always teetering on mocking when he addressed Lucifer, “My dear would like you, for some god awful reason, to bed her.”

If this hadn’t been such a shock, Lucifer would have quipped, “Oh because you can’t, you overdressed maitre d’?”

But when he opened his mouth, there was nothing. He just stared at you. Alastor’s long legs and lanky arms came down beside you, behind you. You looked like the enticing light of an angler fish’s lure, sharp teeth shining just over your shoulder.

“I thought-,” he motioned between the two of you.

You nodded, “Alastor is happy when I’m happy. And right now, I’d be overjoyed to spend an evening taking care of you.”

Oh, why couldn’t you have said it so sweetly the first time? Take care of him? You always did. Every time he felt something lacking he’d find you close behind offering him just the thing.

Whether a smile, or supportive word, or just a sympathetic ear.

Shifting onto your hands and knees, you crawled toward Lucifer. His face was flush, his brows knitted together in some mix of worry and confusion.

“You don’t have to do that, kitten. I don’t need that.” He reached out a hand to touch your cheek but stopped himself; he’d never touched you before. He had gone out of his way to avoid it, because he couldn’t bear what it would do to him. He’d just be hurting himself, he had thought. His hand began to pull away but you reached out with both of yours and took hold of his wrist.

“I don’t have to do anything, ever, Luci,” Alastor’s grin widened as you said it. A hum of approval only he could hear. A silent, ‘That’s my girl.’

“This is about what I want.” You leaned up to rest your cheek in his open palm, “I’ll accept any answer from you.” Your eyes staring up at him promised safety, “So, what do you want?”

He buried his face in his free hand, opening his fingers to look over you once more. In the shade of the canopied bed, Alastor sat motionless. But Lucifer couldn’t see him, not because of the shadows but because his focus was so purely on you. He had absolute tunnel vision, which happened often when you two would speak. Lucifer made a low sound, coming from somewhere deep in his chest, hidden beneath all his shame and sense of inadequacy.

Your question was answered as he removed his hat, tossing it to the chaise lounge near the wall. You sat back on your legs and gave him space to remove his coat. Your heart seemed to double its pace, skin practically vibrating. A not-insignificant part of you expected a gentle but firm, “kindly fuck off.”

He seemed to be avoiding eye contact as he pulled his bow tie loose, only returning his knee to the bed when he’d kicked off his boots. Just the shifting of the weight of the bed made your thighs twitch, finally. Alastor leaned backed and watched, Lucifer’s gaze was full of uncertainty as he crawled to you.

Hilarious. Already worth the price of admission.

Both on your knees, you leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on Lucifer’s lips. Pulling back, you looked at him and he felt like we’re looking at the sun. Your face was so bright, and warm. What light were you reflecting back at him? Surely not his own. That was long dead. Long buried under bruised wings and lost promises.

You snaked your fingers into his hair and brought him in for a deeper kiss. When you bit gently on his bottom lip, he shakily opened his mouth. Your grin spread across both of your faces as you pushed your way past his lips.

Lucifer’s tongue was long, and tapered more than you’d expected. It moved, unsure, against yours. Your hands slunk out of his hair and down his chest, sliding until finding the buttons of his vest.

You felt him gasp into you, and when you began to open his shirt he pulled away, “It’s been… a very long time.”

A scream echoed in your skulll, your own scream, thankfully entirely in your mind. He was so cute. So soft. He looked so worried, you wanted to rip him to pieces with affection. Was that possible? You were going to try.

Your hands fumbled over his belt, the tremble in your fingers making the pants button feel like an aptitude test. Your mouth returned to him, kissing down his cheeks and into the space under his jaw. Finally you could slip your hand down into his pants, and you hissed without thinking.

He was painfully hard, throbbing head pressed into his skin.

Did you do this? Had you gotten the King like this with just a question and a kiss? Tip nearly purple with pressure, you rested your forehead on his collarbone and watched his stomach jump as you wrapped your fingers around it.

Alastor fought back a laugh, tongue nearly cut clean off with the attempt. This was better than he had expected. And he had just the idea to push it over the top.

When your head dipped to swipe your tongue over Lucifer’s cock, you both startled at the sudden sound of music. First you looked to the radio, then to Alastor.

One hand was loosening his bow tie, the other unbuckling his pants.

“Don’t stop on my accord,” he bit his bottom lip, watching your attention return to Lucifer’s lap.

Lucifer raised a finger in protest, “I wasn’t aware this was a group activity.”

“The more the merrier.” Alastor whipped his belt off and tossed it to the floor, other hand pulling his member free.

“Three’s a crowd.”

“Two heads are better than one.” When Alastor lifted your robe away and sunk himself into you, no preparation, you moaned into the blonde hair at the base of Lucifer’s cock.

Your breath over his shaft and now down his balls made his hips buck against you. Your hands gripped at Lucifer’s thighs, trying to get steady enough to return your mouth to his waiting heat. You could smell his arousal, your head dizzy with so many of your senses being assaulted by both men.

“You okay, kitten?” A concerned hand came to your cheek.

Your watery, lust clouded eyes met his, “It feels so good, Luci.” His dick jerked. When you finally managed to get him in your mouth his head fell back, legs under him twitching with the need to move along to the bobbing of your head. Lucifer was wider than Alastor, the corners of your mouth burning as you tried to take in as much of him as possible.

Alastor’s hand raked long nails down your back, a whine ran from your throat and down Lucifer’s shaft. He moaned in turn, trying to not connect the dots between himself and Alastor.

“I think you may need a little demonstration, from someone more–, “ Alastor leaned down, his face now inches from Lucifer’s. His hand wrapped around your neck, “experienced.” He pulled you up by your throat.

Lucifer watched, your knees no longer touching the bed as Alastor fucked up into you. One hand gripping your throat, one arm holding your body against his. Your face began to redden, and your thighs noticeably clenching as best they could, legs open and feet on either side of Alastor’s body. Lucifer winced, you looked pained, he wanted—

“Aa--Alastor,” Your voice was like honey, thick and sweet around Alastor’s name. Lucifer’s face fell flat, how could he have that? What did he need to do to have you say his name in such a debauched way? Why did that gangly sack of bones get all of the fun?

“See? She can handle more than you’d expect.” Alastor grinned, planting a kiss on your neck. You could see Lucifer watching through your wet eyelashes, his cock twitching repeatedly as his hand finally came down to touch himself.

With the hand not holding onto Alastor’s wrist at your throat, you reached out for Lucifer. “Luci.”

Alastor let you fall forward. Keeping your hips in the air and knees dangling just above the comforter, he continued his rough pace into your sopping cunt. Pulling your body on and off of his length with harsh drags he watched you lick from the base to the top of Lucifer’s member. Each thrust from him knocking your chin against it.

When you popped the head back into your mouth and moaned around it from Alastor’s continued fucking, Lucifer gripped your hair with both hands. Alastor’s own erection jumped in you, the king of hell himself buckling from his dearest’s mouth. He could break him entirely by just pulling you off of Lucifer’s cock and refusing to return you. He was positive Lucifer would cry into his ruined orgasm if he did such a thing.

Tempting.

But, he promised to play along, for you. And he would, at his own terms.

He pushed aside the thought entirely, instead returning to the task in front of him. Your tongue was pinned down when Lucifer was in your mouth, cock too fat to allow any room for movement. You abandoned trying to suck him off, and changed tactics to lick and kiss the sensitive flesh in your hands.

Lucifer’s mind was—- he wasn't sure where exactly. His consciousness splintered around you. The feeling of you; your tongue was swirling around him, the first contact he’s had other than himself in literal years. The sound of you; your soft moans and huffs were both audible and physical, the hot breath ghosting over him. The sight of you; head in his lap as he leaned back, your ass in the air and making a satisfying slapping noise every time–

Alastor. His eyes met Lucifer’s and a wicked grin took hold of his features. Lucifer could practically hear Alastor whisper across your body, ‘Watch this.’ Maybe Alastor had thought it, but he kept it to himself.

Your hands began pumping Lucifer’s length while your body was slightly dragged away as Alastor backed up and let your knees find some solid ground again.

Lucifer sat on his legs still, eyes flitting from between your face to the place you and Alastor connected. He could see Alastor disappearing inside you, and every intrusion had you gasping and mewling into the blankets. Your hand was still gently stroking him with outstretched arms, eyes clenched close.

Alastor smirked up at Lucifer, coming down over your back to reach around your body and find your clit with his middle finger. Immediately, you reacted. Legs squeezing together, hands stilling around your king’s cock. With a bite and lick to your shoulder blade, the radio demon set a bruising pace against you. That warmth in your core was spreading down as you felt him press against your cervix with every kiss of his hips.

You choked out his name, a chant Lucifer had never wanted to hear before now. How could you make Alastor’s name sound so delicious? He wrapped his fingers around yours on his dick and began moving with you. Your eyes rolled up to him, a weak smile forming before your orgasm made your jaw lock. Alastor knew your body so well, bringing you to orgasm was like playing a well practiced song on the piano. Both required strong and fast fingers and a sense of rhythm.

With a few more deeper, shorter moves Alastor stilled, too. Your knees slid down as your hips sank into the bed.

Lucifer let your hand go limp, swallowing hard. He wasn’t ignorant to the way Alastor smiled at him as he reclined into the headboard, tucking himself back into his pants.

“I have complete faith in you, for once.” Alastor teased Lucifer, hand motioning to your still limp body. His smile seemed to dare Lucifer, challenge him, to keep going even with Alastor’s release sitting pretty in you.

Luci took a deep breath, steadying himself mentally, before pushing the hair from your forehead, “Hey there, kitten. What do ya need?”

With an uncharacteristic hunger in your eyes, you forced your line of sight up to him, “You, Luci.” Visibly shuddering, you sat up and brought your legs towards him, your knees touching each other in an odd display of shyness. Your hand felt at your entrance, Alastor’s seed just beginning to find its way from your relaxed walls.

“Is it okay?” You asked, spreading the thick fluid between your fingers in front of Luci.

Something between a grimace and a pout came over him, it wasn’t his ideal situation but the idea of — just how much he’d slip and slide between your folds with the added lubrication made him feel feral. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Alastor hoped to ruin you and sour his experience. He decided to not allow it.

With a kiss to his nose, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lied back. You weren’t sure you were breathing anymore when you felt his scorching head slot up with your entrance. He rubbed the leaking fluid over himself and you with swipes up and down your lips. The difference between his heat and the cooled cum made him shiver in turn.

As he began to press into you, your body instinctively scooted away. It took both of your hands hooked under his arms to stay still enough for him to make any real headway.

Luci stopped, your face clearly pained. Your head shook in response, “Please, you just have to keep going. I’ll adjust.” While both of his heads swelled with pride – Alastor’s cock clearly smaller – Luci didn’t notice the wild eyes of the radio demon.

Alastor brought a hand to his face, red eyes peering between his spread fingers, smile threatening to break at the seams as he watched Lucifer Morningstar fucking his cum into his darling doe.

What a pitiful sight. How humiliating.

What would Charlie think of her big bad daddy? What would the other sins say? If they could see their king now, slick and shiny?

Your nails cut into his skin, and you were sure you were tearing slightly. Instead of attempting to thrust his way in, he chose to just continually press. The way your body seemed to be splitting made you second guess your decisions. But when his head finally popped in, your hole got some reprieve. He stopped, taking deep breaths.

Tears were collecting on your waterline, Luci noticed and leaned on an elbow to wipe them away. His blonde hair was falling forward now, tickling at your forehead.

You nodded, answering a question he didn’t ask, and he continued to force your walls open to accommodate him. The only sound in the room was the soft instrumental jazz number playing from atop the dresser. Your voice was stuck in your throat, Luci was focusing too hard to form words. Alastor could speak, but the music was just too enjoyable to interrupt.

Finally, after what could have been two minutes or twenty, you felt Luci bottom out. You had to just lie there for a second, never having felt something so solid in your otherwise soft body. No slight to Alastor, who was perfectly skilled in his abilities. Luci was just—- more than you had expected.

As he pulled out, you thanked the heavens and hell and the rings within that Alastor had left you so wet and already softened. The first few thrusts were genuinely uncomfortable, the pleasure you felt almost entirely mental, drawn from the reality of who was pulling your insides back and forth. You were so tight around him that he too was almost pained; so much pressure but no way to move enough to get any release.

Slowly, the ring of your entrance relented and Luci could finally move at a normal pace. He would take himself out to his head before slipping back in. Every thrust made your body spread around him, a semi-truck through a field of sunflowers. Your body didn’t stand a chance, and you were grateful he chose gentleness for his entrance.

He leaned back on both hands, using the position to fucked up into you at an angle. He knew very well where to hit to begin gathering your pleasure.

Alastor dropped his head, yours between his legs. His hair made a short curtain, hiding the look he was giving you from Luci. He adores the faces you make when you are happy. Excited. Pleasured. You tried to offer him a smile, but you couldn’t manage it for long. Your eyes would wretch shut, lips tighten as you focused on the feeling Luci was providing. Focused on the sensations, of being so full, so wet, so wanted. But Alastor was still watching, the sight of Luci blocked from his view as he enjoyed every little twitch of your mouth, every whimper.

It wasn’t jealousy, it was something more personal that stung Luci. While he couldn’t actually discern the looks you two gave each other, Luci felt very much the odd man out. But, he considered his position. Literally. He was leaning as far from your body as he could. He remembered the way you said Alastor’s name. Alastor had showed him exactly what to do, albeit in his usual obnoxious, showy fashion.

Sitting up, Luci adjusted your legs and slotted himself between them. Alastor leaned back, relinquishing your focus. Both of you looked at Luci though as one of his hands came to enclose your throat.

Alastor was almost impressed. Almost. You brought both hands to wrap around his wrist, glancing to Alastor behind you.

The words came out of Alastor as half warning, half instruction, “If she needs you to stop, she’ll tap two fingers twice on you, wherever she can reach.” Lucifer nodded, eyes not meeting Alastor’s. He kept them on your face, watching for any sign of distress as he tightened his grip. The way your pussy clenched around him earned you a hiss.

He began to move again, the new position causing him to rub against your clit as he buried himself in you. More clenching; He tightened his grip more.

“Are you sure she isn’t hurting?” Luci asked, your eyes closed and nails digging into his wrists.

“Nonsense. Can’t you feel her? Or does she just grip me like that?” The cocky expression made Luci unconsciously clench his fist on your neck. A gentle tap tap snapped him back to you. He loosened up again, his eyes large and apologetic.

You tightened your own grip on his dick, grinding up into him for more friction. Your body had finally relaxed, pleasure freely flowing from where you and Luci tangled together. You closed your eyes, the pressure constant on the veins to your head. Blood flow restricted just enough to lower your oxygen levels and raise the nitrogen oxide in your body. It resulted in a dizzying feeling, maybe there was a primal panic that caused your body to feel heightened pleasure. You didn’t feel scared, or in danger. You felt —— ah there it was. You felt weak. You felt docile. You felt like you existed purely to give pleasure and the idea turned you on. In every day life you’d never allow someone to use you, to push you around. You were anything but subservient. That’s why it was so enthralling now. It was so strange a sensation. And to give yourself so fully to the king of hell, the originator of all sin? You groaned, head rolling back.

Luci watched your head loll, drank in your groans and gasps and felt himself get dizzy too. More. Say his name like you did Alastor’s. Praise how well he fucked you. Reward him. Love him.

He pulled out suddenly, his head leaving you for the first time since it managed to fit in initially. Luci put both hands on your hips and directed you to roll onto your stomach. He pulled your ass up, knees bent. You crawled up enough to rest your forehead on the crook of Alastor’s leg, one lazily outstretched and the other bent under him slightly. Luci wasted no time pushing back in. He leaned over you and pressed his hand into your back, forcing your chest to be slightly crushed into the bed. He pulled out and slammed back into you, tearing a yelp from you as he hit deeper than he had before.

He stopped, unsure, until he felt your hand reach under yourself and rest at the junction of his knee and calf. His other hand came to your right hip, and he used it to keep you from sliding up the bed. Letting his eyes close again, he focused on the feeling of you around him. His crotch and thighs were soaking wet, his balls tight against him. Every drag out of you made his body jerk back into you with need. It felt so good, too good. He needed more. He pressed hard into you, oversized tip of his cock threatening to push past your cervix. He made shorter thrusts now, ensuring he bottomed out every time. It was too deep, too much of a stretch. Your moans slowly devolved into screams, the pleasure mixed with a soft burning.

You could feel him spreading open your womb. The feeling of your cunt pressing down on him from all sides including the front was driving him mad.

You were screaming. Actual, pleasured screams, threatening to alert the entire hotel to your activities. Screams that started shrill and dipped into a gutteral cry filled the room with every thrust of Lucifer’s frenzied hips.

A tiny part of your brain felt embarrassed, a dying animal shrieking into Alastor’s thigh.

An ever shrinking part of Lucifer existed too, the piece of him too preoccupied with your two fingers on his leg to enjoy you. It got smaller and smaller, no longer a blockade to his pleasure, but a safety net allowing him to walk the tightrope of sadism.

The radio’s volume dial rolled, smooth jazz now blaring and drowning out your painfully pleasured cries. Alastor was fine with allowing someone to take care of your needs at his permission but strangers had no business enjoying your sounds.

As Luci became lost in the sensation of your wet pussy trying to suck him in whole, his hand on your back began to press down. Your breaths got shorter, it got harder to expand your lungs fully.

Face turned and drooling onto the fabric of Alastor’s pants, you started gasping out his name, “Luci! Nngh Luciiii, Lucifer.”

Your lips dropped his name and it fell like lead into his thoughts. He fought the urge to close his eyes again as he felt his orgasm building. He watched your flushed skin jump beneath every punishing thrust, his name a spell you could now barely whisper, not enough breathe to scream. Your upper body was entirely buried into the mattress. It felt like your back might snap with Luci’s loss of control. You kept your hand on his leg, ever ready to tap out.

The yellow of his eyes turned red, just like the skin of your ass where his hip bones chaffed. “You take me so well, kitten.” He ground out, “Daddy’s gonna cum.”

Alastor’s eyes glowed a blood red from the end of the bed, a wickedly devious grin across his face at the opportunity before him, he looked up at Luci and said with a commanding tone, “Cum.”

Luci was already over that peak when his eyes flew up to catch Alastor’s, it was too late to stop his orgasm. He was helpless to disobey, despite his now desperate desire to never cum again. With a moan, and a hiss, he pressed your body fully into the mattress. Your body now flush, he waited until his cock stopped jerking his long overdue seed into your bruised womb.

Luci lied on top of you even after you were full to the brim with his cum. It was already forcing its way out around his softening cock when he managed to roll off of you and onto his back.

Staring at the canopy of the bed, he felt two emotions rise to the surface. First, concern. He turned to you, and you gave a weak thumbs up.

Second, rage.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Fuck you.” He looked to Alastor, who was grinning as he pet your head, whispering something to you.

“Little late for dirty talk, your highness.”

Lucifer growled, but Alastor’s palm pressed against his forehead and pushed him back down to the bed.

“I sleep on the left. I’d prefer you on the right.” he gently moved your head from his lap, “Beside me, my dear. A darling barrier.” Alastor didn’t look at Lucifer, just slid off the bed and walked into the en-suite bathroom. “No outside clothes under the comforter.” Alastor called from the bathroom before the sound of rushing water poured in.

You rolled onto your back, still catching your breath. Body sprawled out on the massive bed like a starfish.

Lucifer turned onto his side, hand caressing your arm. “Are you okay, kitten? I didn’t mean to lose myself like that.” He felt shame, like he had done something terrible. “And— I didn’t help you finish. That’s pretty shitty.”

But it fell away when you smiled back at him, “I feel great. Sore, but great all the same.” You let your fingers clumsily lace with his. “I really like you, Luci. And I don’t need to cum to enjoy myself. You can always try again, ya know?”

Lucifer felt his face grow warm, but couldn’t press you to clarify what exactly that meant before Alastor scooped you up and carried you to the bath.

There was a moment where he was alone, noticing the radio was back to a tolerable volume, the water splashing softly out of view. He felt out of place, like he had accidentally walked into a stranger’s home. He wasn’t sure what to do next, where to go from there when Alastor’s head popped back into the room, annoyed, “Are you coming or not? Those are clean sheets.”

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ddawnee · 1 year

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hobie’s seen some of miles’ graffiti work and took interest in it himself, so one day he asks miles if he could spray paint a spider on one of his plain tees to give it pizazz.

usually, miles isn’t really worried about his graffiti art being perfect; but this time it’s different. hobie’s cool as hell, what if he doesn’t like the finished product? that’d destroy his ego.

so he’s been circling around the t-shirt that laid on the floor, shaking a can of black spray paint for about ten minutes now. it was simple, really; all he needed to do was a circle and then the spider on the inside, but he couldn’t bring himself to start just yet, because what if the circle comes out lopsided, or he doesn’t make the spider big enough to fit four legs on each side?

it didn’t really help that hobie leaned against the wall in front of miles, observing miles circle around like a nervous mess.

“miles.. you good?”

“huh?”

“you’ve been doing..” unsure of what to call it, hobie motions with his hand, “this, for the past ten minutes. do you like.. need some inspo?”

“oh no, it’s not that, it’s just..” he isn’t sure how to cover it up, so he just is honest, “i don’t wanna mess it up, it’s gotta look nice.”

“it’s fine, no big deal if it’s messy.”

“you sure?” miles stops his pacing, looking down at the blue tee. it was modified, the collar and bottom hem messily torn off to fit hobie’s style more, and now miles felt a bit stupid for overthinking his craft; hobie was all about messy!

“yeah, the shirt don’t got any sentimental value for me yet, so i’m not gonna get mad if you absolutely fuck up the spider.” hobie shrugs.

miles raises a brow. “yet?” he’s really curious about what that means, and even finds himself hoping it means what he thinks it does.

he totally isn’t sure why though, of course.

“yeah, right now this shirt is just like, basic.” hobie starts, and miles doesn’t realize it but his voice gets a bit softer. “it doesn’t really have a meaning, but once you give it your touch it gets its value, because it’s your craft that you’re giving to me, y’know?”

there’s a lot more that hobie wanted to say, but he couldn’t get the courage to do it. he realizes he kind of went off on a tangent, and possibly annoyed miles, if it weren’t for the wide eyed look on the boy’s face. “sorry, that was a bit too much.” he grimaces.

“oh, oh no, it’s fine!” miles reassures the other, a smile on his face. “i appreciate your appreciation a lot.”

he shakes the can of spray paint, a hint of determination in his eyes as he looks at the tee once more.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #hobart brown #miles x hobie #fiction #mini fic #gay #fluff #so cute #this a bit corny ngl #sawry #blud was stressin over a spider design thats crazy #i rlly didnt know how to end this #sawry again

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Bet

Will:

The two straight guys you see above are Caleb and Tristan, we are sort of friends. Although we barely have anything in common nor do we really socialize in public.

But one thing we do share in common is our group gaming night on Sundays. We play video games every Sunday for hours. And we even have teams, ‘the straights vs. the gays’. My best friend Jake and I are the gay team while the other two ‘best bros’ are the opposing straights.

We get really competitive and we will even make bets at the beginning of the night. But last night was the craziest bet so far.

The night was pretty much the same as usual, a lot of trash talking but at one point Caleb made a comment that Jake and I both thought was outlandish.

“Yo y’all gay guys have it easy,” he said to us.

I piped up and said, “how so?”

Caleb went on this tangent about how straight guys have it so tough these days and how much easier it is to be gay.

Jake and I laughed at him.

“Dude you couldn’t be gay for one day,” said Jake.

“What’s so hard for you Jake? I could easily be you for a day but you couldn’t handle being me,” says Tristan.

“Oh is that right?” says Jake.

“Yeah you wanna bet on it?” I added.

“Sure,” says Tristan.

I thought for a moment, are these guys down to do what I think?

“All four of us swap bodies. No BS, we all have to do the other ones routines, no one outside of us four can know and we have to be convincing in public that we are all each other. First one to ask to swap back loses.”

“Caleb you down bro?” asks Tristan.

“Yeah bro, this will be easy,” Caleb says with a grin.

“How much are we betting on?”

“Hmmmm…. How about $1,000 a piece.”

Jake’s eyes get wide as he hears me say the amount.

Both Tristan and Caleb grin and say, “deal.”

After hopping off, I immediately started writing down my daily stuff and everything Caleb would have to do. I made sure it was as ‘gay’ as possible. I even gave him going to a gay bar Friday which I’m sure will blow his mind lol.

So as I laid down last night, it started to hit me. I’m actually going to swap bodies with Caleb— and low key Caleb’s hot.

My mind raced thinking about what it will be like having his body. And I started to get hard from the thought.

I looked down at my slim frame and imagined what it’s going to be like with all of those muscles.

I thought about jerking off but Hell I’ll let that be Caleb’s problem in the morning.

The Next Morning:

I woke up notably in a different room, a very straight man’s room. Caleb has dirty laundry backed up into a pile in the corner, his hats stacked up on the wall, and a bunch of obscure pictures which I’m sure his ex decorated for him.

I lifted up the comforter and even Caleb knowing I was going to be in his body this morning he still slept commando.

I looked down at the bulge inside of his boxers and then down at his hairy legs and feet. His sheets have this musk that immediately filled my noise. I’m sure he doesn’t wash them enough.

Caleb’s bulge started to get hard and my first reaction was to touch it.

But instead I grabbed Caleb’s phone and called Tristan’s number. It rings for a few until I hear Tristan’s groggy voice come across.

“Will is that you?” says Tristan’s voice with Jake in control of it.

“Yeah it’s me,” I say back.

“Holy sh*t! I can’t believe that agreed to do this,” says Jake.

“I know! Have you uhhh… explored any?” I asked him.

“Fuck yeah! Tristan has some sexy feet!”

“I bet! So does Caleb,” I say wiggling his toes.

One thing about Jake and I is that we are pretty open with each other. We originally met on a gay hook up app and have only hooked up once. That night we were both so hammered that we ended up sharing all of our kinks together. Turns out both of us are into all of the same things. Feet, jocks, pits, etc. We even send dirty vids we’ve jerked off to back and forth. It’s a strange friendship but at least I know I can trust him.

“Will, you have to send me some pics! I’m hard as a rock right now!”

“Hold up, I got you bro,” I say to him.

“The way you say bro with his voice is so hot,” says Jake.

I laugh at him and pull out one of Caleb’s feet for the pic.

“Heading your way!”

“Oh my god his soles! I wanna suck on his toes so bad,” he says.

“I’d let you bro, you can suck on my toes anytime,” I say to him.

“Oh my god, keep talking like that!”

“Only if you send a pic back,” I say to him.

“One sec man I’m about to nut,” he says breathing heavy.

“Jake you’re jerking it right now?”

“Yeah man, I started before we got on the phone. Oh fuuuuuuckkk, this cock feels so… Will! Will! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming a lot!”

I’m so hard, I can’t help but join in. I pull off Caleb’s boxers and his 10” rock hard cock comes out.

“Wow it’s beautiful,” I say out loud over the phone.

“What is?” says Jake out of breath.

“Caleb’s dick, it’s like perfect.”

“Oh Tristan’s has a curve to it but it’s huge! I literally have a foot long between my legs. He needs to trim his pubes though, I’ll probably fix that here shortly,” says Jake.

I can’t speak, my focus is on the nicest dick I’ve ever seen. I run Caleb’s fingers along his sack all the way up his cock head. I feel chills…

I aggressively grab and start pumping it. I start moaning loudly.

I can hear Jake in the background saying, “dude, switch to FaceTime!!”

I’m too into the moment to put on a show. I lift up Caleb’s foot and sniff it while vigorously jerking off.

I run his tongue up and down his sole and scream out, “I’m Caleb Thomas now bitch!”

I’m so close, i wanted to go on forever. But that’s when Caleb dick literally sprays cum everywhere uncontrollably.

“Shit!”

“What?” says Jake.

“I got his cum in my eye,” I say back.

“Hahaha I’ll be over shortly!,” says Jake.

#body swap #male body swap #straight to gay

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for slapping my mother in law?

I (27F) am married to my husband Jay (26M) and we recently had our first child Lily.

Well the pregnancy was a very very difficult one. I was throwing up every day for over six months, suffered long bouts of insomnia, developed gestational diabetes, standing up too fast made me incredibly dizzy, my entire body just constantly hurt, Lily kicked me so hard I legit had tears in my eyes (which combined with full body pain was...not pleasant) and to top it all off Lily weighed ELEVEN pounds and I tore really really badly.

Yeah...ow.

I love my daughter to death but never again. Ever.

Anyways after that literal hell of a pregnancy, I've been more or less bedbound for several weeks now while healing from that entire ordeal. Which means Jay has been taking care of pretty much everything, keeping the house clean, making food, taking care of me and Lily, etc. Its a lot I know and I wish I could do more to help but Jay has been insisting that I rest and recover and that he's got this. He's been handling everything like an absolute champ. Honestly if I didnt have him I dont know how I would be doing anything.

Well this morning Jay's parents came to visit and meet their granddaughter. So I was moved to the living room so I could introduce them to Lily and socialize a bit while Jay cooked lunch.

Now Jay's parents are very traditional. They believe that men make the money and that its the woman's job to take care of the house, the cooking, and the children.

You can probably see where this is going.

I introduce Mother in law to Lily and we get to talking. (Father in law went outside to go smoke)

Thats when mother in law asks why Jay is cooking. More importantly why Im NOT cooking. I tell her I physically cant even stand UP without help so how am I supposed to cook.

She only scoffed saying that I was just making excuses. I am very used to her bullshit by now so I just roll my eyes.

Then Lily started crying because she needed a diaper change. Mother in law tells me to go change her diaper. Again I cant even stand up by myself, much less get up to change a diaper.

I call Jay and he happily comes to get our daughter. Mother in law starts yelling, telling Jay no that I should do it because its my job. She grabs Lily and shoves her back into my arms and tells me to get up and go do it.

Jay, my wonderful angel, tried to tell her that I physically couldnt move for weeks and to mind her own damn business.

She then started yelling even more saying that I was making my husband do my job for me, calling me lazy and a slut (What that has anything to do with this? I have no idea) she went off on a complete tangent about how it was a woman's job to take care of the home and the children, that SHE managed just fine and she had five small children, that I was completely emasculating Jay, that I was a disgrace, etc.

She just kept going and going while not letting me and Jay even get a word in. Until eventually she said that my daughter will probably grow up to be a whore like I am.

I think it was a mix of pure exhaustion and hormones because somehow I managed to stand up for a moment and slap her across the face before immediately falling back on the couch.

Jay looked shocked, Mother in law looked livid. (Father in law was just watching from the doorway, equally as shocked.)

Mother in law started full on screaming, calling me every single name in the book until father in law physically dragged her out of the house by her arm.

Now hours later my phone has been blowing up with messages from my brothers and sister in laws, telling me that I was an asshole and that I had no excuse for hitting their mother.

Hell even my friends think I was in the wrong for hitting her (completely ignoring how she was yelling, calling me horrible names, in front of a newborn baby no less.)

So AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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twsted-kinks · 10 months

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Biology Nerd (Malleus X Yuu/Reader)

>minors and ageless dni<

MC/Reader goes by Yuu and gender neutral and fat (I don't really mention that but this is self indulgent and I'm fat so reader is fat)

Something kinda fluffy for once with a bit of spice and a dash of angst

Content Warning: cultural and biological differences, Yuu not knowing about cultural differences and doing romantic and sexual things with others, Malleus letting Yuu touch him inappropriately but Yuu doesn't understand that touching him like that is very intimate and/or sexual for fae/dragons, Malleus being absolutely smitten, some slight Malleus angst about him being lonely, Grim being scared, dragon cuddles

(I'm probably gonna write more spec biology stuff with twst but idk)

Yuu will be the first to say that suddenly being ripped from your home and put into a completely different world where everything you know no longer exists or applies to reality fucking sucks. But, Yuu will also admit that they love having a whole new world to learn about. Learning the basics of a whole knew evolutionary and sociological history with multiple sapient species that are both human and non human while having access to a full college library? Sign them the FUCK up! Crowley was thankful for Yuu's enthusiasm. Simply allowing full access to the library appeased them. Grim did not have fun at first, but having a human look at him in awe helped. Yuu was so curious about his ability to speak and his connection to fire magic. They would not stop asking him so many questions!

Yuu went around learning with wide eyes like a toddler. They at least knew not to just randomly touch people and that it's inappropriate to ask in the first place, but still, they would not stop staring. Leona, Ruggie, and Jack can constantly feel Yuu's eyes on their ears and tails. Leona gets annoyed and snaps at Yuu usually while Ruggie will let Yuu touch then in exchange for either money or food. Jack doesn't comment on it while Yuu does nothing to try to touch him, and Jack is happy to keep it that way.

Floyd and Jade find Yuu's reactions to them to be greatly entertaining. During their first interaction, all of Yuu's friends immediately ran, but Yuu stayed, just staring up at the twins.

"I like y'all's teeth." And with a few simple words, the tweels were glued to Yuu. Yuu is always excited to see their mer form, but will gladly settle on hanging out with the tweels when they got legs. Yuu also enjoys being on teeth cleaning duty. They get to look at cool sharp teeth and a second jaw. They also get free food from the twins, and all they got to do is clean some teeth? Hell yeah! Azul could inform Yuu about what Floyd and Jade opening their mouths means for eel mer culture, but this little arrangement keeps the two out of trouble. Plus, Azul is afraid Yuu will go on a question asking tangent and will ask about Azul's mer form, and he does not want to deal with that.

The species and cultures Yuu knows the least about is the fae. Yuu honestly didn't even notice that fae were a thing until Ace pointed out the ppinty ears, and Yuu just went :o "Holy shit" :D "That's so cool!" Then there was Yuu's first time meeting Malleus. Should Yuu be more concerned about a stranger just wandering around outside their dorm? Yes, but he has HORNS! The first words spoken between the dragon fae and little magicless human were:

"Wow, your horns are pretty."

Malleus was taken aback by this human, just talking to him casually, complimenting his horns, and smiling at him with so much wonder. Even though Malleus never gave his name, his friendship with the human grew fast. Yuu came up with a multitude of names for Malleus, having a new one each time they met. Horton, Sir Hornington, Goth Babe, Briar Boy, Fae Bae, and more, but a few reoccurring ones Malleus adores. Malmal is the most recent iteration of his name that has stuck around the longest. But,, whenever Malleus visits Yuu upset, Yuu always calls him sweetie and tries to comfort him. It's gotten to a point that the Yuu always keeps a tub of ice cream in their freezer specifically for when Malleus is upset.

Malleus always knew Yuu had an interest in the different cultures and species of the Twisted Wonderland, but he didn't understand just how fascinated you were until the time for Halloween came and Yuu saw Malleus's tail for the first time. Malleus remembers it clearly. Yuu stopped a couple feet away from him, gasped, and then screamed "CHONKY TAIL!!!" The human immediately went behind Malleus, started admiring his tail, and asked so many questions. One of them being if they can touch it, and he let you, much to the dismay of Sebek who was trying to get Yuu to be more respectful. Lilia was the only one to pick up on the blush on Malleus's ears. Yuu did mistake Malleus's tail as a part of the costume, not realising it was actually a part of him at first, and apologized, but Malleus assured you it was alright and that the can keep touching his tail. He didn't mind at all.

Now, Malleus almost abuses the admiration Yuu has for his tail. Lilia, Sebek, and Silver absolutely notice his tendency to approach them and, if they were focusing on something that isn't him, Malleus will fwip out his tail and Yuu would become entranced. Yuu just adores Malleus's tail and, whenever given the chance, will touch it, pet it, even just hold it. Malleus finds it endearing and adorable.

And well, Yuu already has permission to touch his tail, why not ask Malleus if they can learn more about his anatomy? Yuu asks to touch Malleus's horns one day. Yuu’s already stepped over the line with touching his tail, so why not let Yuu touch his horns? Malleus has now turned into Yuu's personal lapcat much to Grim’s dismay. Malleus has gifted the human with a kit for horn cleaning and visits Ramshackle regularly so he can rest his head in Yuu’s lap and have them clean his horns. Yuu is pretty sure Malleus dirties his horns on purpose just so they wil clean them, but they don't mind.

One day though, during the weekend, Yuu invites Malleus over for a full-blown sleepover. Malleus is ecstatic and quickly informs his entourage. Sebek is fully against it while Lilia and Silver think this wil be good for Malleus, though Silver wants the three of them to tag along as well. It takes some convincing, but Lilia convinces the other to let Malleus have his alone time with the child of man. Malleus packs his essentials and teleports to Ramshackle to find the prefect and Grim gathering pillows and blankets, getting materials ready to build a pillow fort.

Malleus has an absolute blast. Such simple games and activities he’s never experienced before, Malleus enjoys it all. Everything is going smoothly, Malleus is relaxing, face cuddled into Yuu’s chest. A moving picture plays on the human’s little screen device while Grim snores as he sleeps on a pillow twice his size. Yuu is petting Malleus's hair, running their fingers through it when they pause at his bangs. They shift the hair covering his forehead and gasps.

“You got scales there?” Yuu says in astonishment as they study the black scales on Malleus's forehead.

“Hm? Have you not seen them before now?” Malleus asks.

“I guess I haven't.” Yuu runs their fingers across the scales. “They're pretty. I'm surprised you don't have more scattered around.”

“Oh, I do, but I find others are less intimidated when they're hidden. My clothing preferences hide a majority, but I also utilize magic to hide some of the more obvious ones.”

“But they're so pretty!” Yuu whines but then backpedals. “I mean- If you feel more comfortable hiding them then go ahead, but I bet they're very pretty.”

“Glamor is common among the fae. Changing my skin takes little effort and is of little consequence.”

“You mean your makeup?”

“It is similar to that, yes.”

“Huh, well it's your face.” Yuu shrugs. “You can do want you want, but I bet you look cute with your scales out.”

And with that, the fae leans up and parts of his face shift, revealing small scales around his outer eyes, below and behind his ears, and along the back and sides of his neck. Yuu stares at Malleus, making the fae worry for a moment, until, suddenly, the human’s hands are on Malleus's cheeks.

“Holy shit!” Yuu squees as they look over Malleus's face. “How the fuck did you make yourself prettier!”

The dragon fae’s eyes are wide for a moment, the tips of his ears a light pink, and then he chuckles. “You are truly unique, child of man.”

“Me?” Yuu laughs. “You're the one with scales here! Just- look at how the light refracts off of them! They look black, but then the light bounces off and parts of them look purple!”

“Oh?” Malleus has never noticed that before.

“You even got little ones here too!” One of Yuu’s hands moves to Malleus's ear, fingers tracing the shell.

Malleus freezes then gulps. Yuu’s fingers run up the edge of his ear, pauses at the top, then runs back down to his lobe. Malleus buries his face back into Yuu’s chest. The tips of Malleus's ears burn red, he hopes Yuu doesn't notice.

“Ah, shit.” Yuu pulls their hand away. “Do you have sensitive ears? I should've asked.”

“It’s alright.” Malleus pulls away slightly and murmurs. “It felt nice. I do not mind you touching my ears.”

“You sure?”

“I would like for you to continue.” Malleus says with a thump coming after when his tail hits the floor.

“What? Want me to massage your ears and tail?” Yuu asks with a chuckle. “Need me to get your back too?”

“Yes, that should be adequate.”

Yuu laughs, brings both of their hands to Malleus's ears, and begins to rub them. Malleus lets out a deep sigh as he practically melts under the human’s touch. Yuu continues rubbing the dragon falls ears and and coos "If you want me to get your back, you're gonna need to move."

"No." Malleus hums into Yuu's chest. "Ears now. Focus on my ears."

"Alright, alright." Yuu chuckles. What Yuu doesn't know is just how intimate this is for fae. Touching a fae's ears is considered a very intimate activity done between mates because their ears are a major erogenous zone. At this point, Malleus isn't sure about his relationship with Yuu, but Yuu touching his ears feels right to him. The fae's eyes dilate as his breathing becomes heavier the more Yuu touches his ears. The end of Malleus's tails lightly thumps onto the floor again and again.

"I don't get it." Yuu moves one of their hands into Malleus's hair and runs their fingers down to feel the scales on his neck. "I don't get how people can be so scared of you when you're basically an oversized puppy but reptilian."

A deep vibration grumbles from Malleus's chest and he lifts himself up, facing Yuu. The whites of his eyes have turned a glowing green and more scales have appeared encasing most of his neck and shoulders. The thin tips of a forked tongue poke out from and slip back into his mouth.

Yuu cups both of Malleus's cheeks in their hands and smiles. "Just a big adorable boy."

The sound of ripping fabric startles Yuu for a moment as black wings begin to tear their way from the back of Malleus's night shirt and spread open. Yuu looks at them, eyes wide, as they reach out and touch the leathery skin.

"You are truly extraordinary, child of man."

"Says the man who just sprouted wings in front of me."

"But you do not look at me with fear. You do not look at me with an otherworldly reverence. When you look at me you..." Malleus rests his hand over the one against his cheek.

"Malmal." Yuu's face shifts to a look of worry. "You okay? You can talk to me if you want."

Malleus gazes at Yuu. There' so much he wants to say, but he hesitates.

"But-" Yuu adds. "If you don't feel like talking now, we can just keep cuddling, or do you want me to massage your tail? Or maybe your wings?"

Malleus smiles. "I would enjoy that."

~~Meanwhile~~

"Hornton is gonna kill my henchman!" Grim runs on all four into the Diasomnia dorm, screaming at the top of his lungs. He quickly gains the attention of some dorm members including Sebek and Lilia (who drags a sleeping Silver behind him).

"How dare you use such a name for the Young Master!" Sebek is screaming back. Silver finally wakes up from all of the screaming, so him and Lilia get Grim and Sebek to stop screaming and have Grim finally explain why he's there.

"I heard a ripping sound and woke up to see big wings and a pair of glowing eyes on top of my henchman. That prince of yours is going to eat them!"

"Oh?" Lilia coos with a smirk. "I don't think that will be happening, at least not the type you're thinking. Still, I have not had the talk yet with that boy, so maybe we should drop by before we're stuck with a political crisis."

With a quick teleportation spell, all four are just outside the Ramshackle Dorm. The door is slammed open to reveal a dragon (that is way too big to be in the common area) curled up, sleeping like a cat, with a little human laying across his snout and forehead, passed out with a smile on their face.

#twst writings #twst x reader #twst malleus #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu

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emmie-writes-stuff · 16 days

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So the new chapter is out and GOOD GOD do I have some thoughts and a lot of them don’t make a whole lot of sense but I can’t not talk about this chapter

Firstly, Kaiser looks adorable (never thought I’d say that about him outside of my head but here I am)

Secondly, holy hell my heart hurts

He didn’t deserve this, no child deserves this

The fact that he had to “go to work” and just steal

HE HAS NO SHOES his little feet have got to hurt, or they’ve completely calloused up from not wearing shoes, but even then (speaking from experience) it still hurts to walk on hot ground and rocks and other stuff on the street

Yknow, I understood him hating milk before (because milk is disgusting) but now I get it even more

What a stupid reason to get upset, imma kick this waste of space excuse for a father in the fucking face AND balls because ITS FUCKING MILK

Eat some damn fiber or somethin if you got constipation issues

Who let this absolute scum of the earth reproduce???

HES LITERALTL TWELVE YEARS OLD

All the other shit went down before he was even double digits

But dangerous situations create smart kids, and Kaiser was very smart to start saving his own money

I used to have my own stash in case I ever had to run away (long story, we’re not getting into my family issues in this post, but yeah)

At least he has shoes now, protect those feet plz, they’re what keep you upright and moving

Soooooooo are we gonna acknowledge that he treats the soccer ball the same way he’s currently treating Ness orrrrrrrr

But like, it’s nice that he has an outlet to channel his anger into that isn’t a person (at least for now smh)

It’s really interesting seeing how each of the characters came to play soccer

(Side note: but he throws the ball at a picture of a woman, could he maybe be imagining this woman as his mother?)

His mother also deserves a kick to the face if I have anything to say bout it

I have no words for this

Just, can I steal him? Please? I’ll give him a good life

Fuck the snitches, how dare they

Also, you can clearly see his ribs defined, and that hurts me

I love that he was willing to let go of everything

He was ready to start fresh with getting money, was cooperating with the police, until the soccer ball was threatened

Because that is his most valuable possession

The money doesn’t matter, but the ball is a symbol to him of something that won’t leave him or hurt him

It’s a very small sense of independence and stability in this very unstable and controlling environment

The ball is heavily implied to be the first thing he ever bought for himself, it’s what defined a key part in his life

Taking that away is like taking away his soul, his outlet, and comfort, and Kaiser just couldn’t stand for it

There’s so many more things I’m thinkin and I have way too many incoherent thoughts for tumblr, but these are the ones I was able to clear up and make sense of

This chapter hit very deep and while my past doesn’t involve much physical abuse and struggles to this level, it was hard not to empathize and relate my own experiences with abuse with the ones in this chapter

I don’t wanna get into shit, it’s not somethin I exactly wanna put out in the public, but there’s so much here that I could understand and relate to and it just made everything so much more difficult to read (in a good way I guess)

Just, GOD, why did I have to become a fan before this chapter came out???

Okay, that’s my ramble for this, bye before I start going on even more tangents

#bllk #blue lock #bllk manga spoilers #michael kaiser #bllk manga #emmie rambles #holy hell this was intense #I read this before work and had to be thinkin about it my whole shift #good god #the beef with Kaiser is gone #I’ve experienced character growth

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feelingbluewrites · 7 days

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𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 (18+ 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄)

18+ 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄

➳ 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙐𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘽𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣.

➳ 𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙧!𝘽𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙆𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

➳ 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄, 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 18+, 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙚, 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣!𝘼𝙐, 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙗𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤, 𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙭 (𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜,

➳ 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 6.6𝙠

➳ 𝘼/𝙉: 𝙄, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙁𝙄𝘾! 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙! 𝙀𝙉𝙅𝙊𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝘿𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙎𝙈𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙍!𝘽𝙊𝙆𝙐𝙏𝙊 𝙁𝙄𝘾𝘾! 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣! (𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙝𝙚)

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You were not much of an avid smoker, however one random weekend of summer brought you in the middle of your room with Kuroo, and his friend, Bokuto Kotarou.

It had only been a couple weeks ago since your first time smoking, ever, not that they knew that or anything. You don’t remember it much, most of it being hazy. Though you remember little moments, like laughing at Kuroo trying to twerk until you had tears streaming down your face. Or when you went on a five minute tangent about how mugs are the best dish ever, leaving Bokuto and Kuroo a bit speechless, mouth agape because that is not what they meant when they asked about your favorite dish.

“Who knew she could be so passionate about mugs.”

And since that day, you swore you would never do it again. You didn’t know that the boys did it so often, usually on the weekends after playing some volleyball in the gym near your place. It just so happened that day you and Kuroo had planned to hang out, and he insisted Bokuto come. You didn’t know why.

But that’s how it started, getting high, then clearing your whole cabinet, to eventually all of you passing out on the floor of your living room while watching Moana. Let’s just say your parents came home early from work that night. Not too happy that there were two strange men sleeping on the floor with their daughter.

Though this time your parents were finally out of town, they had planned to be gone all weekend so you finally had time to be free, and not grounded. Because yeah, they totally grounded you for getting high with two random dudes they didn’t know.

Nothing had come to your mind though. You tried to text Kenma to see if he would be willing to go to the arcade with you, but he ignored all your texts. It usually meant he was too into his game to even be on his phone, because his status showed him active.

Taking that as a no, the last thing you could think of is hanging out with Kuroo but he had already left for his summer vacation and wouldn’t be back for a week. Well, you were back at square one. An unfulfilled saturday morning which now looks like it will also be an unfulfilled saturday night.

All your friends were busy but you, the thought alone made you feel bored more than you already were. You just wanted someone to do something dumb with, make you feel like you were still a teenager before you had to go into adulting. Do something that makes you laugh and feel dumb-

Oh wait.

Then the idea popped into your head.You swore you would never get high again, but damn, why did that sound so fucking fun right now? Well, it isn’t like you had anything else to do and didn’t have anyone to yell at you for your actions right now, so why the hell not?

To hell with it! You’re gonna get high! And this time you’ll be super aware of what you’re doing and you’ll have fun. But there was only one problem. You had no weed nor did you know how or where to get it.

“There goes that idea.” Falling back into your bed, sighing to yourself out of boredom. Your eyes dare to close, trying to take a nap, because there was no other idea. Practically everything you had thought of has been shut down.

*buzzzz buzzz buzz lightyear*

Your eyes snap open within a second, in hopes it was one of your friends calling to link up. Just to see it had been Kuroo calling your phone, if only he was here to actually hang out with you because you know he would, he’d have no choice.

Groaning, you answer it, hearing a loud crowd in the background and different girls talking to Kuroo.

“Not even 24 hours and you already miss your best friend?” You tease Kuroo, a bit annoyed he interrupted your nap, well, almost nap.

“Shut up, idiot. Are you home?”

“Y-”

“Actually of course you’re home, you never leave the house unless it’s to hang out with me.” He cuts you off, and it makes you roll your eyes.

“I… actually hate you.” Because he was right. A light chuckle comes out from the other side of the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I was just calling to tell you that I’ll be landing on Thursday at like 8pm. You can still pick me up right?”

You ponder, “I don’t know, man. After that comment you just made, should I?” Dragging out the vowel you could hear

him scoff on the phone.

“I’m being serious!” Making your laugh echo into the phone so he could hear.

“Yes, I’ll come pick you up. Don’t worry.” Reassuring him he lets out a relieved sigh, though you don’t hear it.

“Good.” He pauses before continuing. “Soo what are you going to do since I’m not there?”

You groan into the phone, “I don’t know! I asked Kenma to hang out but he ghosted me.” You hear Kuroo chuckle.

“That nerd. Just go out and do something by yourself.” He says it so effortlessly, making you rub your temple.

“But that’s so boring! I want to do something fun!” It’s so obvious you’re having the hardest time trying to plan your evening.

“Wow, not even 24 hours yet and you’re already missing me.” He teases, making you curse at him. Sometimes you don’t know why you’re friends with him, well you do but all his remarks can really irritate you sometimes. But at the same time you do the same thing to him, it’s what makes you two friends.

“I wanna get high.” It makes Kuroo audibly gasp.

“What happened to, ‘I’m never getting high again!’” He mocks you.

“I’m so bored, that’s all I could think of! But it most likely won’t happen because I don’t even have any.” Pouting, you turn onto your back on your bed.

“Well, if you are really desperate for some company and weed, just call Bokuto, I’m sure he’s willing to hang out with you, he thinks you're pretty.” And as he says that you remember the incident a couple of weeks ago, making you want to die inside. In others minds it may not be a big deal but it was your first time so of course you’re gonna remember it dramatically. It was so embarrassing, you couldn’t even begin to think about facing Bokuto after that! Even if he called you pretty, it made it way worse because you thought he was cute too! It was way too humiliating!

“No! That’s too embarrassing!” You kick your feet against the bed, cringing from the memories of last time.

“You’re dumb.”

“Plus, even if I wanted to, I don’t have his number.” You did hesitate a bit there though, Bokuto was fun to hang out with last time, but you couldn’t escape the haunting flashbacks.

“I’ll just text it to you. I gotta go though, I have to-”

“No, Kuroo! What should I do?!” practically begging your best friend to give you an idea.

“Just ask him, there’s no harm in doing it. If you’re that nervous just suck his dick or somethin’”

“Nevermind, I’m hanging up now!” Yelling at him, there’s a cut off of his laugh making you turn beet red. He was such an idiot. Thinking about what he said, you stare off into space. Should you ask Bokuto?

You barely knew the guy, only meeting him once. Yet, you think it would be so fun. Well, it could go two ways. It could be really fun or, it could be super fucking awkward. Like so fucking awkward you’re never leaving your room again.

With a ring coming out of your phone, you see a text from Kuroo.

Kuroo

‘here’s his number loser, xxx-xxx-xxxx’

You take a few seconds scanning the text, going through different made up scenarios of what could go wrong if you hung out with him. Yeah, to say you were an overthinker would be an understatement.

However, looking at the time in the small corner, 6:00 pm, it was getting later by the minute. You had to act now, or you would spend your entire night alone and bored. Fuck it.

Typing the number into an empty message, your heart beats before sending it.

Y/n

wyd

You took a deep breath, there was nothing to be worried about, you were freaking yourself out for no reason. Even if things were awkward, you were a fun girl! You could get along with anyone.

Bokuto

who dis?

Idiot. Of course he wouldn’t know who it is. Now you just made yourself seem like a weirdo for not even properly introducing yourself.

Y/n

shit

my bad

its Y/n, Kuroo’s friend

Bokuto

OHH Y/NNNNNN

HOW ARE YOU

You giggle to yourself, the way he texted was way different from everybody else you text.

Y/n

LMAO

im bored asf right now

how are you, Bokuto?

Bokuto

OH YEAH YOU ASKED WHAT I WAS DOING

I’m good, thanks for asking.

I just got home from the gym.

You take some time to think about your response, until he texts you some more.

Bokuto

why?

you need something?

Y/n

do you want to hang out?

i mean i totally have friends to hang out with but it was fun to hang out with you last time

Bokuto

oh yeah?

you totally have other friends to hang out with

totalllyyyyyyy

Y/n

I TAKE MY INVITATION BACK

Bokuto

NOOOOO

I would love to hang out

I’ll be over in 15 mins

You smile to yourself while reading his texts, happy that you had someone to hang out with and now had a planned evening.

Y/n

you tryna smoke?

Bokuto

ohhh so it’s that kind of hang out, huh?

Your face turns red once again.

Y/n

NO NOT LIKE THAT

IM NOT USING YOU OR ANYTHING

I SWEAR

Bokuto

AHAHAHA

I’m kidding, silly

me and my weed will make an appearance

Y/n

i promise i won’t talk about mugs this time

Bokuto

LMAO

NOOO

THAT WAS SO CUTE

Y/n

SHUT UP

Bokuto

see you in a bit ;)

After ending the conversation you can’t help but smile, feeling all the nerves that were once about to make your head explode now non-existent. He had a way of bringing out confidence in anyone, and you were sure that it wouldn’t be awkward anymore. Nothing bad could come out of this, Bokuto was nice.

You give out a relieved sigh, that is until you look around your room, into your closet and realize your place is a mess. You may have gotten a little bit too much freedom since your parents left town, no one to yell at you to clean your mess. Most of the things on the floor were primarily clothes, you had too much to fit into your closet. So naturally it ends up on the floor sometimes. Scrambling to throw all of your discarded clothes into your closet, you also try to doll yourself up a bit. Fixing your hair up a bit, and also trying to clean the kitchen because if you both are getting high, chances are the both of you will try to search and find anything to eat.

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Before you could get a chance to change, there’s a knock on your front door. You could’ve sworn only five minutes had passed. Checking your phone for the time for a quick second, you realize it’s actually been twenty minutes since the last text Bokuto had sent you.

You hurry to get the door, not wanting him to wait and worry. As the door swings open, Bokuto stands tall before you. He hasn’t always been this tall has he?

“Y/n-Chan!” His tone is happy as he takes a step into your house. “Hi, Bokuto.” Flashing him a sweet smile before closing the door behind him, welcoming him in.

“You look so pretty.” Bokuto’s words are innocent, but just the right words to get you to turn beet red once again, making you stutter a few words before properly giving him a sentence, hoping he didn’t notice.

“S-Shut up.” Before he can return a smile, he looks you up and down, taking in your outfit that you looked, oh, so cute in. Pajama Shorts that stopped at the top of your thighs, hanging lightly where he could definitely see a bit more if you moved your legs even the slightest bit, along with a t-shirt that you wore only at home. With no time to change, this is what you had to deal with.

Snapping his eyes back to your face, he smiles at you, trying not to make it obvious that his eyes had obviously been roaming. “You seriously can’t take compliments, can you?”

“No. Is it obvious?” He has you figured out that easy, you were very obvious even when you were trying not to be. “Only because I said the same thing last time and you said the same thing.” His laugh echoes throughout the house as you try to remember.

“You did?”

“Yeah! you were probably too baked to comprehend what I was saying.” So that’s why Kuroo said he called you pretty. You thought Kuroo had just been saying that for you to be more confident, but no, Bokuto had said it right to your face.

“Let’s forget that ever happened!” Laughing, you lead him to your room, taking a peak in before letting him enter. “Just a heads up, I can’t smoke too much- I’m scared I’ll say some dumb shit again.” Pulling out a stool from underneath your vanity, he sets his backpack he had brought onto the floor.

“Don’t worry! Only take as many as you can handle.” He reassures you, letting yourself take a deep breath, letting yourself get loose. This was your time to have fun! Nothing to worry about.

You watch him closely as he takes out the supplies he needed onto the windowsill. He does all of it so swiftly, so natural as if he’s done it a million times before this.

“How did you get into smoking?” You’re watching him as he grinds the weed into fine grass pieces. “Kuroo actually got me into it.”

“But he said you got him into it!” Answering him, you recall the many times Kuroo had blamed his friend Bokuto for getting him into smoking.

“He’s a liar! He’s the one that invited me to go with him to meet his dealer. Ever since then everytime after the gym we’d get baked and go to my house doing whatever came across our minds. He just has too much pride to admit it.” It makes you chuckle as he explains, practically telling you that he and Kuroo had been doing this for awhile now.

You watch him some more, getting out a filter along with an ashtray that had marijuana leaves plastered onto it, with a few ripped off stickers here and there. He really knew what he was doing. And you can’t help but watch him as he sets everything up, He looked so innocent, so pure on the outside yet here he was in your bedroom, rolling a joint for the both of you to get high off of, and damn, he looked so hot doing it.

“You want to roll it?” Gently nudging the paper at you, it brings you back to reality. Looking down at the paper he had yet to roll, then back up at him, His eyes tell you to go for it.

“You trust me to roll it?” He nods, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Me?” You ask once more.

“Show me what skills you got pretty girl.” He confidently hands the ashtray over to you, standing close beside you, in order to give you directions on what to do. Your hands are shaky as you grab the fine drug, putting the filter at one end and continuing to put the weed across it.

“This is about to look so ass.” Trying not to breathe so you don’t shake, Bokuto laughs, telling you step by step instructions, finally shaping the paper into a cylinder shape, a bit loose around the edges but it’s good enough for your first time.

“I wouldn’t have let you if I don’t trust you.” He tells you before suddenly, gently taking the joint out your hands, sticking his tongue out. Your eyebrows furrow, confused as to what he was doing. Just then you see him lick the adhesive, tongue sliding across smoothly, letting the paper fold perfectly into the last step. You can’t help but blush, you’ve seen Kuroo lick the adhesive last time and you felt normal. Yet as soon as you see Bokuto do it, you can’t think of anything else other than how good he was at using his tongue.

Bringing the joint up to your face, he wiggles his eyebrows up and throws a smirk.

“Oh my god! I did it!” You grab the joint from him, inspecting it, convinced it was the best piece of artwork you have done.

“See? I told you!” He dares not to laugh, but he can’t help but notice how loose the joint is compared to his own. Sitting on your bed, he moves the stool closer to him, signaling for you to sit.

Sitting down, he gives you his own lighter. As you stare for a few more seconds you can’t help but feel a bit of adrenaline. You want to do it, but you’re also hesitant. Not wanting to say anything stupid or do anything stupid in front of Bokuto.

“This isn’t like- laced with anything right?” Nervously laughing, you’re being so serious. He chuckles and gently takes the joint to look you in the eyes.

“If you want, I can take the first hit.” You smile at the gesture, he knew you were overthinking it too much.

“Yes, please.”

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Suddenly you both are six hits deep, not tiny baby hits that you take for your first time, but real, bigger hits, the ones that make your throat burn in the back, and make you feel like your chest doesn’t have enough air. And you both are laughing as the joint slowly burns on the ashtray that lays on your windowsill. The nerves you were once feeling were now gone, you were interested in nothing but the conversation between you and Bokuto.

“He shit his pants?!” You could hardly hold in your laughter as Bokuto tells his story.

“I swear! Kuroo was so nervous to go on the slingshot ride he shit himself before he could even go on!” Bokuto's, without a doubt, high. His voice gets louder as he talks and laughs more. But so do you, coming out of your shell the more you two talk, laughing harder than you have ever before.

“Damn, I need to hang out with you guys more often. All the fun stuff happens when I’m not there.” You whine imagining the three of you hanging out, it would be so chaotic, but so fun.

“Everything would be funner if you hung out with us, I know it.” He takes one last hit of the joint before it reaches the filter. You can’t wipe away the smile that has been on your face for the last hour, making your cheeks hurt, you just can’t help but smile cheek to cheek. Your mind felt hazy but not like last time. You’re fully aware of what’s going on, but you still have no care in the world but to just have fun.

“I’m glad you asked me to hang out today.” His eyes in awe as he watches you laugh every now and then.

“I’m glad too, this was definitely a GREAT idea!” Your voice booms, giggling as you throw your hands into the air, obvious that you were happy and having a great time. Bokuto takes a while to reply, too focused looking at you.

You were so pretty, he was sure you got told that a lot, and if you didn't, well then the rest of the world was blind because the longer he stayed looking at you, the more he couldn’t hold back the want to kiss you. If only had Kuroo introduced you two long ago, because where have you been all this time?

“You’re so pretty.” The words roll off his tongue so nicely, it scares you from how effortlessly he could say these things.

“You said that already, silly.” Gently slapping his shoulder, it doesn’t tear his eyes away from yours, suddenly the eyes that once in awe, turned into hunger. He was starving, and it was for you.

“I can’t help it.” An honest answer comes out. “Can… I kiss you?” He pauses, nervous for your response. Usually, you’ll turn away and blush, giving an awkward response. But this time you aren’t shy. The way he always said the right things, always said the things that were on his mind made you give in even more. Giving him a sly smile, you stand in front of him as he sits back on your bed.

Without answering, you bend down to meet your lips with his, your heart beating out of your chest. His lips are so soft it only makes you indulge more into what he was giving you, Gently placing his rough hands on your waist.

It’s short but a moment that was so intense it had your eyes slowly opening as you pull back. He licks his lips once.

“Can I have you?” Hands still around your waist, his eyes are practically begging for you to give him more, he’s had a taste and he can’t just stop now, He wants more. He needs more.

“Oh? Why should I?” Leaning in, you tease him, whispering into his ear. It sends shivers down his back, leaving goosebumps on every inch of his body.

“You’re too pretty- Can’t be dangling yourself in front of me when I want you know I want you all to myself.” Holding back as much as he could until you give him the go sign, though he knows it won’t last too long if you keep this up.

“Well, then I guess.” Arms feeling his biceps as you giggle into his ear. That’s when you’re briefly swept off your feet, Bokuto engulfing you into a kiss that makes your vision blurry. Aggressively sliding his tongue to meet yours, making sloppy sounds that echo your bedroom. You can’t help but kiss back, he needs you and you know it, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need him as well.

His strong arms gently bring your thighs up to straddle him on your bed, the heat between your bodies radiating, the temperature going up by the minute. His kisses are so full of dominance yet they make you melt into him so sweetly, almost as if you both were meant to do this the entire time. Exploring each other like a new world, wanting to swim in it forever.

A small moan escapes your lips as his tongue trails down your neck. Giving a quick lick around your collarbone before going back up to your lips that lets him in so easily. You want him so bad and he knows it. It only eggs him on more, taking his own shirt off to reveal his abs that almost blind you from how prominent they are. You waste no time dragging your fingertips along every curve and dip, It was heaven on a person.

His hands trail up your shorts, slightly revealing more of the curve of your ass. There’s obvious heat as you practically straddle the bulge peeking out of his pants. Slightly giving it friction, it leaves you soaked. Shorts so thin it’s practically dripping all over him. You’re both running out of breath the longer the kiss goes on, yet neither of you could bring yourself to break away even for a second. It’s not until he has you turned around, on your back against the bed. He’s giving small pecks down your neck then onto your chest. You’re surprised when he unexpectedly throws your shorts off of you and then onto the floor.

Hands supporting your thighs as he admires the piece of art in front of him. Your face burning up as he stares longer, your legs moving to close on their own. Only to be stopped and opened again by one movement of his arm, brushing a finger against your heat. It makes you let out a gasp, not expecting the sudden contact. “This pussy is so pretty.” He doesn’t blink not even for a second, completely in a trance as he looks at the wetness pooling underneath your inviting cunt. It flutters rhythmically, desperately wanting more friction, more attention, more heat, more of him.

Two fingers slip in slowly, he looks up at you, smirking. Looking away, you bite onto your shirt trying to cover your face. He gives a small chuckle before going back to watch his fingers slip in, the image right below you leaves you squealing, choking down moans that you try to hide.

“C’mon pretty girl, show me how loud you could get.” He’s only edging you on more, fingers increasing their pace and it’s only when his tongue makes contact with your clit, giving it a few licks before sucking on it completely, it makes you let out the loudest moan you both would hear of the night. His speed gets faster, tongue licking up and down, circling your bead, making you cry out louder, legs shaking against his head as he dives deeper into your cunt.

You can’t help but feel hot, lifting your shirt to expose your breasts to the cold air. It makes you gasp. The sight before him being way too good, he’s suddenly lifting the bottom of your waist off the bed with both of his arms, tongue never disconnecting once. The sounds you make are so pretty, it hurts him so bad from how much of a hard-on he has in his pants right now.

The neighbors probably hear everything right now, with how loud your cries get. It only makes him needier because he wants them to hear you, wants you to cry out his name as he fucks you senesless, wants you to tell everyone how fucking good he is. Bokuto doesn’t miss a beat once. With one last suck to your clit, you arch your back as you squeeze onto your breasts. As you come undone, he doesn’t stop, legs shaking in his arms. And he watches everything, from the way your mouth opens and your eyes roll back, he does everything he can to lick up the juices that have now dripped onto his chin and now onto your bed. Shit, if your mission was to make him nut in his pants, it’s working.

Eyes still shut, you’re not able to respond fast enough as he leaves a kiss to your lips, tasting yourself as his tongue tangles with yours once again. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He smiles against you. “Should’ve made you mine a long time ago.” It makes you wrap your arms against his back, trying to come down from your high and keep up with the pace of his kisses.

You both were way too into it, you both may have been high, but this was the only chance for both of you to do something about the sexual tension that had been going around for the last hour. you were definitely way too high and having way too much fun. Just like you wanted. “C-Can I try?” You ask him so sweetly, how could he refuse?

“Of course, sweet heart.” He gently removes you from under him so effortlessly, switching spots with you instead. You could see the tent that formed, it’s barely covered by the cotton of his sweatpants. With no wasting time, you untie the strings, pulling it far down enough for his cock to spring out at you. Tip red as it leaks with white precum, wanting relief and friction so badly. The heat in between your legs reappear as you examine his cock. It’s long, girthy, and curved so perfectly. It’s all too good and it’s yours for tonight, just for you.

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay. You don’t have to do i-” A deep groan leaves his lips as you give a tiny kiss on his tip, letting your tongue swirl around to spread the sticky wet liquid. All you wanted to do was make him feel so good, make him feel so good he never forgets you, Even though he couldn’t stop thinking about you since the first day you both met. His words are gone from his lips as you inch your mouth down his length, hands holding your hair into a ponytail. He can’t let himself lose control, not when you’re so fragile and you struggle to take his whole length into your hot wet mouth. He’s holding back as much as he can, but all he wants to do is make you cry and drool down his cock as if it was its own language.

“Hmph- fuck. You’re so good, you’re doing so good.” His words come out paired with shaky breaths as you bob your head up and down his cock, the tip kissing the back of your throat as you go deeper. It burns but the way he’s praising you, makes the waterfall down your cunt only flutter against nothing. He’s gently thrusting up into your throat, making sure not to hurt you or push your limits. A trail of curses, grunts and groans are all you hear as you get sloppy on his dick. Spit and small cream forming at the end of your lips, and you push yourself to take his cock down deeper, tears starting to form as you keep going.

“Y-You’re driving me crazy, sweetheart.” He lets out a choked laugh, a small groan interrupting it, and it’s all too good, all too much for you. This is what you’re trying to achieve, trying to drive him crazy, suck him dry so he remembers how good your mouth is. And with that he pushed your head down, leaving it there for countless seconds.

“Oh my fuck- Don’t move, sweetheart- You’re so fucking hot, so fucking pretty. It feels s’good, Take it all. I know you can do it, can you?” His words are sinister, though you don’t pay attention trying not to gag against him. You can’t feel it but the tears are streaming down your face, trying your hardest to breathe through your nose to stabilize your gag reflex. His sounds are so pretty, so dirty. You can’t help but listen to him as he leaves your head down, nose touching the base for a few more seconds. A pained-broken moan releases from his lips as he takes you off his cock, trying his hardest not to cum on the spot. You whine, choking as soon as your throat feels released. Flashing him a look with eyebrows burrowed, he smiles at you.

“I’m sorry pretty girl, but I need you so fucking bad right now.” And with that he has you on your back once again, his arm holding one of your legs over his shoulder as he opens the other. Taking some time to catch a breath, he rubs the tip into your folds, letting it get caught here and there. “Stop it.” You let out a weak croak as he teases you more. “Sorry, You’re just so cute.” He hums, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss.

Taking in the sight, he lets the tip dip into your hot cunt, sucking him in immediately and he’s not even pushing in yet. “Ohhhh fuuck-” He lets out a pornagraphic moan. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, as you feel your cunt completely enveloping him into your body. You can’t help but let out mewls and moans as you suck him in more.

“You’re so t-tight- shit-” He doesn’t know if he could hold back anymore, but he does just for you. His length being so girthy it takes you a few moments to get over the stinging in your belly, the stretching of your insides. “H-Haahh-” A word manages to finally escape from you. “Keep going, please.” You plead, he obliges. Holding your leg up as he gives a deep thrust, hitting your cervix and the squishy parts of your insides. “This pussy just for me? I’m so lucky.” With no reply, his thrusts are deep but getting faster, The breath inside of you getting knocked out every time he meets you in the middle.

Bokuto lets out loud grunts, and deep shaky moans as he gets used to your pussy clamping down on his cock. With every hit of your cervix you feel yourself lose more control, shaking uncontrollably as he pounds so deep into you, you’re seeing stars. A trail of pleads leave his lips as he loses himself in your cunt, it was shaped just for him, squeezing him so perfectly like it never wants him to leave. Your neighbors definitely hear you now, the way you’re chanting his name, gripping the blankets beneath you as he bottoms into you. Your brain’s so foggy, you can’t tell if you’re still high or being fucked so good you’re losing your mind.

He’s hitting every spot so perfectly, his free hand grazing over your nipples every once in a while, giving it a small pinch before pounding into you again. “Wake up, pretty girl. I’m not done.” A small smack on your cheek forces you to open your eyes to look at him, He’s having his own way with you and enjoying it. Sweat dripping down his chest, droplets on his hair, getting it wetter the longer he’s in you.

You’re blissed out, curse words repeating over and over, you’ve never had an orgasm and before you know it you feel as though you need to pee. Bending your leg even more than it was, he’s hovering over you, hitting that sweet spot that makes you go cross-eyed. “Do it baby girl, cream on this cock of yours.” He’s holding back his moans as much as he could, which he isn’t doing a good job of, he’s just too focused on your fucked out face, trying to hold back your moans and failing miserbly. Yelping out, you dig your nails into his buff arms, head thumping against your own bed. “Just like that, pretty girl.” Is what makes you come undone beneath him, cream starting to drip down his balls as you squeeze him so tight, he swears he might just pass out. You feel so good, so happy, so full as your walls pulse around him.

Until your stomach feels empty, slightly opening your eyes to see he had pulled out, chest going up and down from shaky breaths. Pouting a bit, you start to turn, thinking the moment had been done. To your surprise he stands up, eyes focused on you, his cock standing up higher than ever.

“I’m not done yet.” He growls, widening your eyes at his dominance. And shit to say you were turned on was an understatement, you had fully gone off the deep end. You don’t dare to stand up against him, at least not yet. “Turn around.” With a light smack to your cunt, he orders you. Doing as you are told, you turn around. Ass up, on all fours, face buried into the blanket before you, unsure of what his plans were.

With a hard quick smack across your ass, he guides his cock to your entrance, trying to clamp down on it almost immediately. “Squeeze me down, will you?” Still trying to stabilize his breath, the head of his cock peeking into your wet, dripping pussy. And just as he expected, as soon as he’s in you’re clamping down on him hard, as if you couldn’t get enough of him, you want to feel him lose control, let him let go inside of you, claim you as his. “Just- like that. Fucckk- You’re so good. It’s so good, you’re so good. You’re so pretty. So cute.” He praises you so well it doesn’t take long for the bubbling sensation to come back in your stomach, wanting to let go so bad, it practically hurts.

“Show me what you got.” Challenging him only fuels his energy even more, thrusts getting harder as he pushes you down into the mattress. The blankets covering the filthy moans that escape from your lips. “You asked for it.” He’s grunting, groaning so loud his mind starts to get hazy, hips stuttering. His thrusts start to get sloppy, but the same amount of force does not falter once. He’s making sure you know he’s the best, the strongest, the biggest. He’ll make you cum over and over until you know that he’s the only one who fucks you just right.

“M’gonna lose it.” A small whimper comes from his lips as he adjusts the position a bit, moving you a bit to the side, the curve of his cock rubbing your insides too good. Your free legs kick the air as you scream into the mattress, hands roaming to grab anything you can hold on to as he pounds you purple and red. “Hmphh- baby- girl- you’re so good. I’m- so lucky.” His moans only get dirtier, “I’m- so fucking- happy.” Breathless pants as you feel him twitch inside you, forcing you over the edge and having you cumming on his cock once again, for the second time. With your pussy spasming against him, he can’t help but chant your name over and over, letting his seed fill you up, excess cum dripping out of you even as he’s inside.

With one last moan, he slowly pulls out of you, making you whine at the cold air. Feeling so empty, so fucked, you’re falling limp onto the bed. He can’t take his eyes off the sight, his own cream dripping out of you, and there’s lots of it.

Before taking a few moments to catch his breath, he goes down and leaves a gentle kiss onto your ass cheek. Slapping it gently before speaking, “You’re the best.”

You’re too high, too fucked out to reply. You’re still aware of what’s happening but you feel so happy to have his cum dripping out of you, you can’t think of anything else but having him skin to skin with you once again.

And as he goes to grab a towel from your hamper, you hum in contentment. “Let me take care of you, pretty girl.” You should do this more often with Bokuto, it wasn’t a bad idea at all.

And you were so glad you gave smoking a second chance.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Kuroo waits.

“...”

“You sucked his dick, didn’t you?”

Sigh “...Yeah”

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Bad day

luke hughes x chubby!reader

a/n- hey y’all! so guess who’s not dead 😋 i’m so so sorry i’ve been so inactive this past month! i’ve been dealing with college starting back up and my new job. but now that i’m back to semi-normal schedule, im hoping to start posting more! so please don’t be afraid to send in any thoughts or requests you may have! also, im so sorry if this is shit, i didn’t really know where i was going when i started writing. i just wanted to get something out for y’all to read😭

p.s- gif is not mine, credits to the owner!!

some days truly never seemed to end.

even though it was only a wednesday, the bleakness of the sky and air ruined every seemingly good thing coming y/n’s way. her day started off great. waking up next to her boyfriend who gave her plenty of good morning sleepy kisses and “i love you’s.” luke even went the extra mile and warmed up her morning shower, paired with a fresh towel straight out of the dryer.

as she stepped into the shower, she felt confident that she was going to have a fantastic day. her classes were easy on wednesday and only lasted till early afternoon. although she knew that luke would be gone for practice by the time she returned home, she was excited to lounge around and be lazy for the day.

only, her day took a turn for the worst.

walking to her first class of the day, the coffee she held in her hand, that luke put so much effort into, somehow managed to slip from her grasp. the cup went tumbling into the pavement, leaving ugly light brown splotches in its wake. frustrated, she picked up the soaked cardboard.

y/n took a deep breath and quickly disposed of the cup, before continuing her journey to class. even though she felt bad for wasting the coffee, she was still set on having a great day. her class went by decently fast, ending when the professor decided to go on a tangent about his recent disk golf tournament.

on wednesdays she only had two classes, her next one being the longest. sitting down for her next lecture, she noticed the thigh portion of her jeans had begun to rip. y/n couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled her body. those were her favorite jeans and the store in which she bought them, had discontinued this style.

sighing, she placed her head down on her arms. she decided to close her eyes, since she got to class early anyways. what seemed to be a few seconds, quickly turned into her feeling a jab to her side. she lifted her head, eyes squinting due to the bright lights. she looked over to her desk partner. julie looked back with concerned eyes.

“dude, are you okay?”

puzzled, y/n replied, “yeah….why?”

“you just slept through the entire lecture. which, by the way, prof decided to assign some stupid essay on. he said it’s gonna be due friday.”

with wide eyes, y/n stared at the clock on the wall.

i slept through the whole thing?

hitting her like a train, she turned back to julie.

“wait wait wait. an essay? shit, i don’t even know what he talked about today.”

worry gripped her like a vice. how the hell was she ever gonna get an essay done about a lecture she didn’t even listen to? there goes her plan on being lazy for the rest of the day.

“don’t worry, i got you girl. i made sure to take some major notes for you.” julie handed y/n the purple notebook, “just make sure to bring it to class on friday.” with that, julie gathered her things and left the classroom.

still stuck on the fact that she slept through the entire lecture, y/n slowly began to pack up and make her way home. rushing to her car, she made the drive as fast as possible.

not to her surprise, she was greeted with an empty apartment. she would normally be a little sad at this, but she took it with grace. the quiet will give her time to go over julie’s notes and start her essay.

❥.

by the time luke found his way through the door, it was easily past six.

“angel?” luke called into the open apartment. “y/n?” he called again. when he still received no response he walked to their shared bedroom, only to find her hunched over a desk with headphones in her ears.

he walked up to stand behind her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and a kiss to the top of her head. her body jumped slightly, startled at the sudden touch.

“what the fuck, lukey?” she turned to him.

“awww, im sorry baby.” luke responded, chuckling slightly.

though his smile began to fall from his face when he saw the deep line of worry and distress around her eyebrows. luke felt his own furrow.

“what’s wrong, angel?” luke felt his own worry begin to set in. he could have sworn she was in a great mood this morning, recalling when she told him her plans for the day.

frustrated tears began to fill her eyes, “today has just utterly been shit. first, i spilt the coffee you spent so much time making me. then, i fell asleep durning my lecture and missed the entire thing. and to top it all off, my professor decided to assign an essay on said lecture. so now i’m having to bullshit this assignment, which means i’ll probably get a horrible grade.”

by the end of her rant, hot tears found their way from her eyes and down her cheeks. luke’s hands quickly reached to wipe them away.

“don’t cry, pretty girl. it’s okay.” luke said in a hushed voice. he swiveled the chair around, crouching to look up at her down casted face. he placed his hands on her plushy thighs, not failing to appreciate the warmth they radiated under his palms.

“hey, hey. look at me, y/n” at the sound of her name, she tilted her head up slightly, meeting his concerned filled eyes.

“you did nothing wrong. that coffee took me all of about 30 seconds to make and i can help you with your essay. i promise you, you are doing great, baby. you’ll do fine on this essay and it sounds to me like you needed the sleep anyways.” his hand reached to cradle her damp, round cheek.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know why i’m upset. it’s not like anything horrible happened. it-it’s just today was supposed to be so good. a-and,” a small sob cut through the air. taking a deep breath she continued, “and i’ve been doing this essay for the past 4 hours. i feel like i’m getting no where.”

luke’s heart hurt at the sight of his girlfriend so drained. it was a complete 180 from the cheerful attitude she had that morning. he slowly stood up, reaching over to close her laptop. she opened her mouth in protest, but was quickly cut off. “before you try and stop me, you need a break, sweetheart. you’ve made plenty of progress on your essay for today. come lay down with me. we can call in some take out and watch a movie.”

luke’s eyes gazed pleadingly into her own.

“but what if i can’t get it finished by tomorrow? it’s due at the beginning of class friday.” luke was fast to ease her worry, “i promise i will help you finish it tomorrow. i don’t have practice, so we can spend the whole day making this essay a+ material. now, go change and meet me in the living room.”

with a smile and another kiss to her head, luke walked out of the bedroom. attempting to brush off the last thoughts of her essay, y/n got up and walked to the closet. she grabbed a pair of sweats and one of luke’s big sweatshirts. putting it on reminded her of how thoughtful he is, always making sure to get them a size bigger so they’ll be extra oversized.

she smiled as the scent of his cologne filled her nose.

now completely changed, she walked out, only to be met with what seemed to be every blanket in the house set up on the couch. next to it laid plenty of her favorite snacks, along with her favorite drinks. with wide eyes, she turned to meet luke’s nervous form.

“w-what’s all this?” she gestured toward the couch. luke walked up to her, placing his hands on her full hips.

“i just wanted to do something for you, make your day a bit better. do you like it?” luke’s eyes were hopeful.

“of course, i love it.” she looked up at luke’s face, “thank you. for everything.” luke flashed his beaming grin.

“anything for you, angel,” he whispered. luke leaned down to press his lips into her soft ones. his hands pulled her hips to meet his, deepening the kiss. y/n found her own hands finding home in the curls on the nape of his neck. she gripped his hair, slightly pulling at the intensity. luke’s light groans filled the apartment.

forcing themselves apart, y/n placed her hands on luke’s shoulders as he tried to chase her lips. a whine escaped his throat, “whyyy? i want to kiss you.” a laugh bubbled out of her mouth, bringing a smile to luke’s face.

“as much as i would love to keep kissing you, i want to go lay down. and that movie isn’t going to watch itself.” with this, luke took liberty of going to lay across the couch first, opening his arms to welcome y/n into them. she didn’t hesitate to find comfort in his arms, laying her head on his chest.

luke grabbed one of the many blankets, covering them both. he placed his chin on the top of her head, grabbing the remote lying next to him.

“alright angel, what do you want to watch?”

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