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onyourhyuck · 10 months

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Bad Habits. | H.RJ

— Prologue: “You have no idea, how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

— Summary: Your boyfriend Renjun offered to blow dry your wet hair, what could go wrong?

— Genre: Smut. Smut. Smut. Boyfriend!Renjun. Kind of cute. Renjun has an obsession to kiss y/n’s neck. Blowdrying hair. Protected sex. Renjun’s love for y/n’s chest. Teasing. Soft mild choking. Fingering receiving (f) Consensual. many many climaxes. Nickname used ‘Baby’ a lot.

— Notes: I might be in my renjun smut era rn.

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You let the hot water run down your back all the way from your short thick hair. You enjoy the warmth and the steam building in the bathroom. It’s always nice to come home and have a relaxing evening showering especially after such a stressful day at work. Your boyfriend, Renjun, prepared the shower for you actually. He let it ran so you can have the hot water running. He even got the towel and clothes ready and then he left to let you have your own privacy and time to shower properly. Renjun loves to do a lot of things for you even though you don’t ask him to do anything he just ends up doing it for you anyways.

You tend to appreciate these small gestures the most whenever you’re feeling drained and tired. You don’t really like to show or express that you’re having a hard time. So when your boyfriend can sense your feelings through your moods you find it easier to show you’re struggling.

Your job can be very time consuming which then puts a slight strain on your relationship with Renjun. He wants to do many things with you but your job tends to prevent that. You’re a very dedicated worker to your job.

You may love your job but sometimes it can be hard to keep up with it. Even if it is just paperwork. It’s still a lot to do even if people assume at first thay papers aren’t that much of a hard thing to do. It’s more or less time consuming.

Either way you’re home now and you don’t want to think about work anymore so you finish your shower and head out with the towel wrapped around you. You would change in the bedroom. You take your time applying body lotion and then your own skin care routine on your face. You need to moisturise your skin with the products you bought. Once the pyjamas embrace your beautiful curvy figure you sat down on the bed looking in the mirror. You feel refreshed from the shower. Renjun really was right it did help you feel better. As if the weight was lifted off your chest.

The bedroom door opens with Renjun peeking in a little and when he saw you and your damp hair he tilts his head a little. “You still haven’t blow dry your hair Y/n. You’ll get sick if you leave it like this.” You heard him say with a small nagging voice but you didn’t mind it.

You knew he cared for your well-being slightly more than you do for yourself. You gently roll your eyes. “I’ll get on it now then.” You stand up to get the box out with the hairdryer however a hand stops you from moving any further from the bed.

Renjun shakes his head. “I’ll do it for you.” He then said getting the box out putting it next to you on your bed and you look up with a little smile. He really doesn’t want you to work too much at home knowing you’re tired. “Can i blow dry your hair for you?”

Now he was asking you with something glistening behind his eyes and you’re not sure what that was. It almost resembles a fallen star in his eyes that you saw glisten away. Your expression of surprise makes Renjun feel like his words took you to another level of comfort and happiness when he asked if he could blow dry your hair for you. It’s like you didn’t expect him to go the extra mile for you. Renjun would do anything if it can mean you didn’t have to do anything. Heck. He would do everything and you can just be taken care of like the princess you are. Renjun wouldn’t want it any other way for you.

You take a while to figure out what to say but you reckon you can just give him a nod and he would take it as a yes. “Sure you can.” You say with a small shy smile. You never really had anyone drying your hair for you so this might be an experience you think. Renjun saw your permission and his face lit up.

It’s like he’s been waiting to do this for you before. Renjun plugs everything in. The blow dry device powers up and Renjun softly runs his hands through your wet short damp hair. He enjoys to run his hand through it because of how silky and thick it feels when it’s dry. But when it’s wet it’s a clump that he still find’s beautiful. Every inch of you feels responsible for the way his love grows for you even more. Renjun was only bewitched when the cold wet hair slides down the fingers as he starts to now turn on the hairdryer. The hot air blows your hair in different directions, his hands slid up to your roots and down the edges of your strands.

Your eyes close in the pleasant breeze that feels like a valley passing in your mind. The sensation of someone else stirring the arms rotating around the hot air to your damp hair as their fingers slip like growing spring around your scalp makes you feel some type of way; relaxation? Maybe. Perhaps it was the fact that you feel like you are being treated with care. The way your boyfriend’s wrist was so gently when it moved and pushed your hair aside to get every part of your hair to dry up and not be wet from your shower.

It felt too good. You never thought a simple thing like this could make you feel even more at home than you already were feeling like.

Renjun might be your home. Maybe he makes home feel like home to you now.

Your boyfriend smiles when he saw your smiling expression as your eyes were closed shut enjoying how his hands feel around your scalp trying to massage every area so they can dry up. He doesn’t want you to go to bed with damp hair at all. It’s not the most comfortable thing either. Nor is it healthy. Renjun’s smile mimics yours and he cannot help but watch and observe you. He takes every chance to admire you no matter what even when you’re not looking at him, that’s when Renjun takes his opportunity the most.

The eyes fell down like a marble stone falling on the ground between two drainages pipes when he saw the sight of your beautiful glowing neck. In his eyes he feels like this was his favourite part of you. Your neck. Renjun might have a slight admiration for it to the point it might be like he has a massive crush on it. Not because of how beautiful it looks. It’s because he knows how much it gets you going with a rollercoaster of emotions.

The most simplest of touches he could do to your neck would feel like he had you pinned against a brick wall. That’s how much you react whenever your neck comes into contact with something.

Renjun love it though. He can smell your hair and your body lotion you applied from your neckline. He was very close and it makes his heartbeat a little knowing you’re relaxing right now and he’s here trying to not get any urges and thoughts right there and then.

You look too irresistible to not be kissed though. Renjun eventually said screw it in his head and when your hair was a little more dry now, his lips found a way around the back of your nape and placing a small kiss on it. The small kiss was very soft and noticeable. It feels like lavender sprouting from the roots.

Then the kiss on the nape turns into more kisses on the sides of your neckline and then eventually spreading even more across your neck to the front which had your heart skipping a beat from the first pointer kiss he did.

Your voice came out a little better though slight hitch to the tone which your boyfriend took heard notice of. “Renjun…?”

It was a mixture of confusion and surprise. Renjun kissed now a little more deeply but still keeping the relaxed vibe you guys are in. The whole bedroom had a very chill atmosphere and he wasn’t doing anything too much to scare you off. He knows you’re tired. Renjun can feel it on your body muscles. They’re finally relaxed and no longer tense, he wouldn’t want to do anything else than to have you feel loved in the moment.

All Renjun was thinking about was how pretty you sound when he continued to kiss you. He travels up kissing your jawline as he’s still sitting behind you with the warm hairdryer on his lap attached to the nearby plug on the wall next to your bed that you both are on.

He whispers to your ear as he gently and lovingly placed a kiss on it too. “You have no idea, how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

Your boyfriend drag alongside your neck his lips whispering series of sweet nothings. The sequences had you rolling your tongue at the top of your mouth roof when he pressed another sweet and peppering kiss on your smooth skin. “To kiss and to be close to you like this… I’ve missed you.”

Your body betrays you quickly knowing it was your boyfriend making you feel this way, so out of breath as if you ran for miles upon miles. It was one of those things that your body could never get used to. Renjun’s kisses, words, the way he spoke to you with the tone of his voice. It’s too much you found yourself loving it all too well.

You found yourself giving in too quickly than you’d like to imagine. It wasn’t long till Renjun’s lips kissed the corner of your lips which then made you fully engulf yourself in kissing him back now. You closed your eyes and breathed in as he lets out a sigh practically groaning now that you kissed him. It felt so foreign to him nowadays. It’s been too long than he’d like to admit since he kissed you like this. You pull yourself around and Renjun’s hands slither round your waist dragging you across the bed as you let him pull you down on your back, the kiss never once breaking away.

It’s been too long because you swore you neglected him to the point he didn’t give you a single break from the kiss. It was too long that it had your face feeling like you might melt like magma. Or until the point you’re seeing stars written on the ceiling. Renjun nibbles quietly on your bottom lip while finally he pulls to give you a fresh new look on his face as he saw your eyes closing to regain back your view. You were too close to nearly passing out from the lack of oxygen he stole from you.

But he pulls at the right minute to keep you asking for more. To keep you guessing for more. Renjun lowers himself down just above your chest as he kissed your cheek now beginning to ask you. “Baby do you think i have to stretch you out? It’s been too long since we did it.” He lets his eyes practically eat you alive when he’s watching your body like this. You let out a soft groan, his hands run down your spine and under your shirt ready to strip it away from your wonderful figure.

Renjun’s bad habit is definitely not being able to be patient enough for you. When he wants something he needs it immediately. You’re one of those things that Renjun cannot be patient for enough because he wants to experience it with you. And let you experience him as much as possible too. This might be the result of his feelings for you however, they’re far too intense you can barely stand in front of him.

You groan in reply. “Maybe stretch me out with your fingers.” Your hands slip off your lower pyjamas and Renjun took the host pleasure to position his finger around your straps to the panties and slid them down to your ankles. He smiles looking down at your pussy region as he strums his thumb on your clit before pushing in the index finger now. He saw you bite your bottom lip already and Renjun can feel how tight you are. He definitely needed to stretch you out. It felt too much already that you feel like consuming all of Renjun’s pleasure. Renjun didn’t stop until he at least give you one orgasm by his fingers. He never continues and puts you above himself too.

Even though he is very impatient he’s never impatient when it comes to putting you first above his own pleasure and needs.

You felt your eyes clench around the ceiling above as you’re feeling the pleasure reach to your own bones. It pulses you to leak and now your own high washed over you. Renjun was satisfied to hear you moaning his name and practically plead him to already take you. He whispers reaching with his face to kiss your own mouth again. “You did so well for me, baby.”

You’re so weak to him and his praise.

Your boyfriend slips himself inside your folds and your heat once he put on the condom wrapping around his shaft that pumps inside and outside of your velvety bars has him feeling like he was on cloud nine. Your expression was scrunching up as you reach enlightenment with your boyfriend thrusting inside and outside of you in such graceful ways. Renjun’s pelvis reaches your inner thighs as he grabs around your waist wrapping his arms on your back as he pulls you closer to the lavishing light he caused your body to feel. This feeling couldn’t be described in words just like how Renjun cannot describe such a perfect girl like you beneath him getting her hole fixed with his cock deep inside you looking so incredibly beautiful.

How can anyone compare to you? No one can.

Renjun vows you’re going to get him hooked more and more. Your folds squeezing and squelch which has his eyes roll and your boyfriend slips out a groan between your perky breasts as he licks round his tongue teasingly around the very top. “Do you feel good baby? Is this what you needed after a long day of work?” He spoke so kindly though his body wasn’t matching it. Your body was squished between his ruthless thrusts.

You neglected him for too long because you can feel this was almost like his way of releasing all the pent up frustrations.

You bury your head further into your pillow as your spine arches like a bridge. Renjun loves when you do this between his fast and jabbing thrusts. It feels like you were feeling everything tan times more intensely. Your lips fell apart like ice. “S-So good… oh please don’t stop.” You now plead.

You’re not sure why you’re pleading because your boyfriend wasn’t planning to stop anyways.

You must’ve been seeing stars when your many orgasms has been approaching. Perhaps you already came too many times you didn’t even realise it. It was so good that Renjun must’ve had your hole screaming at him to slow down but he couldn’t as he was taking everything in too fast with his brain.

Your hands clench in a balling fist and your toes curl when Renjun whispers to your ears. “You know this is your fault I’m acting like this.” Your eyes widen when he told you it’s your reasoning for all of this happening and you wanted to speak, but the many moans you swallowed came out.

He trails down the kisses from the forehead and down your temples. “You wanna know why? Because you’re my Bad Habit.”

Your neck was looking too good from the angle he was in pushing inside of you deeply where he knew you had limitless space. His hands sweep their way in holding and caressing your neck as he continues to thrust within your pussy that you find yourself getting addicted to how his cock was making you feel; utterly weak and high.

You are the very bad habit he has. Renjun cannot do anything without you anymore and it’s all because of you making it hard not to fall in love with you even more.

He blames you for this, he cannot get enough now. It was like a trap all along and Renjun was your fallen victim. You clench around his shaft as he said this. He reminds you how deep his love is for you and your eyes dilate when you feel his member twitch deeply within your folds.

Through the condom fabric you sense a filling packet now and you just knew he had a sudden climax when Renjun hung his head between your shoulders. He took a moment to final thrust within you and his voice was breaking like a broken tape on record player.

He grunts and you feel his hands tighten around the embrace has you inside as if you were his precious jewel.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” You heard your boyfriend say quietly as the voice was trembling by how good you consumed him all.

You feel Renjun letting out a deeply mournful sigh full of enchanting pleasure when he pulls out off you with the condom. You watch him wrap it up and he looks back at you finding your gaze to be watery and dilated pupils, it makes you look like a princess in his eyes though.

He could tell he did a good job pleasuring you and it makes him proud. And your beauty never leaves no matter what state you’re in.

You whisper. “I’m your bad habit?” You let out a little giggle though because you find yourself liking that you’re his bad habit in a way.

Renjun grins leaning down. “Mhm that you are.” You watch him hover above your figure now as you guys were resting now with your steady heartbeats returning to their normal pace. He looks down at your kissable lips and so he lowers down only a little to give it a peck. You hear him speak as he did this. “You’re all my Bad Habits.”

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dumplingsfordays · 6 months

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Reading 30 Strales and omg Blade smelling like citrus sounds amazing. I've been playing for about 3 weeks and after fulling catching up on the trailblazer quests I was like dang blade kills people a lot right, he probably smells like blood 24/7 that's so gross. All this to say... reject logic, I agree that blade smells like citrus. Do you have thoughts on what any of the others would smell like?

what the hsr men smell like

ft. blade, gepard, jing yuan, dan heng, luocha, and welt

cw!: mentions of blood, no pronouns for reader mentioned, implied relationship, cuddling, swearing, super fluffy :)

note - thank you so much for reaching out to me omg 🥺 i reject logic too so that's how the whole citrus thing came to be ajsjdk. also i know absolutely nothing about colognes/fragrances so i'm sorry if i mess some of these up ;-; hope you're having a great day/night though pookie <3

and as always, thank you for reading :)

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blade

~ as mentioned above, def smells like citrus and bergamot.

~ sometimes you can catch a little metallic-y whiff of (cough cough) def not blood (cough cough), but it never lasts for long - when he hugs you, the smell of oranges invades your senses like a light summer breeze~

~ and don't get me started on how obsessed he is w this scent. if he stays somewhere for even 1-2 days, you know he's bringing along his 3 freakin citrus-scented candles!!

~ please run your fingers thru his hair when you're hanging out or cuddling. please. he will melt from headpats and your fingers will smell like his shampoo for the rest of the day, and since you love the scent of gentle lime, why not?

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gepard

~ omg this man!! he's totally giving cashmere + hot cocoa for some reason??? he doesn't really use cologne/fragrances and prefers his natural scent, but does use cashmere and vanilla body wash + shampoo.

~ like sure, after a busy day at work or training he'll kinda smell like sweat but will immediately take a shower when he gets home. he hates being sweaty and thinks it's icky if he does for too long-

~ and when you snuggle up to him for cuddle time on a day off, you just wanna stay there forever bc his scent envelops you like a blanket on freezing winter nights <3

~ overall very comforting and warm, just like Gepard himself!! (cries in human heater vibes)

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jing yuan

~ musk + cinnamon + a little bit of spice, and def uses cologne.

~ actually wants to smell nice and puts in the effort!! changes his sheets, washes his clothes, showers every day (but washes his hair every 3 days or so bc haircare)

~ speaking of haircare, this man's big on it. most of his haircare products smell like the aforementioned musk and cinnamon, but he uses this one cream that smells like cloves and you freakin adore it. sometimes you borrow it so that whenever you're going out and he's busy with his big boy general duties, it feels like he's with u <3

~ and ughhhh his bedroom smells like him so whenever you guys have le cuddle time you fall asleep almost immediately. ofc he eventually does too (bc he loves how u smell too pookie, don't tell him i said that though he would kill me aksjskd) and you're so warm and soft and how could he not fall asleep??

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dan heng

~ very ocean-y (salty?), small hints of eucalyptus and cypress as well. when he uses cologne he uses very, very little, but he actually has 2 separate colognes, one for the ocean-y cypress, and the other for the eucalyptus

~ i feel like this is kinda a bold statement but he uses bath bombs. like he gets a bath bomb that smells like mint, gets in the bathtub w it, and glides his thumbs over its surface bc he likes the texture-

~ he might not be the cleanest man in the universe, but he sure does smell like it!! something about eucalyptus and cypress and mint and a hint of ocean breeze is chillingly refreshing and tbh you kinda dig it :D

~ mornings w dan heng. omfg they are ethereal bc he literally smells angelic??? like a gentle freshness yk and the pillows smell like him too so lazy mornings are def a thing that you guys love sharing <3

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luocha

~ oooo he's kinda a wild card imo, but personally, i think that he smells like jasmine + honey (not just bc of his idle + technique!! pinky promise)

~ he lowkey smells a little like freshly-cut grass, very light n refreshing. however, jasmine takes center stage, and if you really bury your face in his long-ass hair, you can catch a whiff of chamomile :))

~ super big on herbal teas and honey as well - i hc that he brings a water bottle w him that's just green tea n honey so when you're close to his face (cuddling, hugging, etc) the honey adds this sweetness that blends super well w the aforementioned chamomile + jasmine <3

~ like jing yuan, super involved in haircare!! he does use less products, but you still freakin adore this chamomile shampoo that he uses. avid believer in aromatherapy, prob uses essential oils (not for curing cancer ofc)

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welt

~ coffee and amberwood!! both are deep and rich scents and he probably uses cologne in very small amounts aksjdks

~ coffee addict and the scent faintly lingers, so the amberwood is really more prominent, but overall i promise he doesn't smell like dust or smth, he's not that old he takes good care of himself :))

~ burns incense in his room bc it helps him relax and concentrate on his drawings, so he does have a little resin smell to him, but you don't mind bc it's actually quite comforting. he once almost caused a fire bc he dropped a lit match onto the carpet but we don't talk about that-

~ loves to hug you so whenever he does, you always feel so cozy and loved and aaaaa ya'll are so cute i can't <3 and since he's pretty tall he sometimes rests his head on top of yours and hugs you from behind like that and you melt immediately bc it's like a blanket!! but smells super nice!!

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#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai #fluff #gepard fluff #blade fluff #jing yuan fluff #dan heng fluff #luocha fluff #welt fluff #blade x reader #gepard x reader #jing yuan x reader #dan heng x reader #luocha x reader #welt x reader #tysm for the idea though!!! i actually love it sm-

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dynsdiary · 3 months

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━━ mother nature

pairing : ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of blood, r is on period, soft ellie, cramps and all that, pet names (baby & sweetheart)

divider : @cafekitsune

a/n : I REALLY LIKES THE PICTURES I CHOOSE ON PINTEREST also, im having a the worse cramp while writing this

DAILY CLICK

DONT BUY TLOU GAMES

WAYS TO HELP PALESTINE

The sun was slowly peaking through the curtains as you and Ellie lay in bed together. As you toss and turn in the bed, your stomach cramps up and your stomach hurts. Ellie slowly wakes up because of your constant movements and turns her head to see you, groaning and clutching your belly.

"Are you okay?" Ellie asked worriedly.

She can tell that something is off, she sits up and sees that there's blood on the bedsheet. Ellie slowly nudged you to wake you up as you let out a small groan, feeling queasy and in pain.

"Baby, I need you to wake up, for me" Ellie softly said into your ear as she gave your back massages.

You groan when you feel another cramp hit you like a bus, or maybe even worse.

Then, Ellie gently helps you sit up, when you see the blood stains on the bedsheet you feel a mixture of embarrassment and relief. You're embarrassed because you've just realized why you've been having stomach cramps and you're relieved because you got your period.

Ellie, on the other hand, looks concerned. Her soft smile and warm touch make you feel safe and loved. When she gently helps you sit up and sees the blood stains on the bedsheet, it's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. She doesn't judge you or make you feel ashamed - she just helps you.

"Let's get you into the bath, sweetheart” Ellie said as she held your hand to the bathroom.

You let her help you into the bathroom and watch her prepare a hot bath for you. After that, she left the bathroom, letting you clean yourself up. You undress and step into the refreshingly warm water, letting it soothe your aching muscles.

While you are in the bathroom, Ellie gently removes the old sheets from the bed and folds them up, placing them in a basket for laundry later.

She then went to the bathroom and knocked on the door asking for your dirty clothes, "Is the door locked, baby? I want to take your dirty clothes". She heard you say no and opened the door.

"Hi" you smiled at her in the bathtub as she grabbed your dirty clothes.

Once she got it all, Ellie placed the clothes and the dirty bedsheet into the washing machine, setting the settings on low-heat and delicate.

After she started the machine, she put on the fresh and clean bedsheets on the bed. As the laundry began washing, Ellie made you a cup of warm lemon honey and some light snacks, knowing that you might not be feeling your best.

Ellie always had been this gentle with you, she loves taking care of you.

She just loves being there for you, both good and bad.

Then, she came back and helped you into the shower, washing your hair and body. She made sure that you were clean and that the warm water helped relieve your cramping.

As Ellie washed your hair, you felt the tension and stress from earlier melt away. The warm water running down your body, combined with Ellie's gentle touch, was a soothing and calming sensation.

"You don't have to do all this for me, Ellie" you said quietly as Ellie's fingers washed your hair, untangling them.

"I know, but I want to" Ellie looked at you and kissed your cheek.

You just smile, feeling grateful for having a lover like her.

"You gotta close your eyes for me, yeah" Ellie instructed you.

You feel warm water running through your hair and your body, as everything has been washed and conditioner. Ellie left to grab your towel and a pair of cleaned clothes for you to wear.

As you step out of the shower, you feel refreshed and rejuvenated. Ellie hands you a towel and a clean pair of clothes, and you quickly get dressed. You admire how organized Ellie is and how well she takes care of you, even on your period day.

When you get out of the bathroom with towels in your hand as you try to dry your hair, you are surprised to see the bed is all cleaned and made up. You called out Ellie's name and heard her in the kitchen.

You went to the kitchen and saw Ellie carrying a warm cup of honey lemon and some fruits for your tummy. Ellie places the cup and bowl of fruit on top of the coffee table as you sit on the sofa.

Ellie smiles at you, "Drink up, but be careful it's still hot" she warns you as she takes a grape to eat it.

You blow it first before taking a sip of it, the honey lemon helps soothe your throat and reduces the pain of your cramps. After you finished drinking it, both of you went back to bed.

The dishes can be done later.

Ellie resting her body against the headboard as you're lying on her arms, snuggle closer. She looked beside her and spotted her book on the side table and grabbed it.

"Are you comfy?" Ellie's eyebrows were knitted together.

You nodded as you responded to her question.

She opens the book to the page where she left her bookmark, the sound of the pages flipping making a soft rustling sound. She begins to read quietly and gives you her soft touches on your back.

"Read it for me, Els" you requested as you snuggled closer to her neck and sniffed her scent.

"Wouldn't want to bore you" Ellie admitted.

She was reading a book about space and astrology and despite it being her course, she still reads it for fun, sometimes you would take an interest in it.

You shaked your head as a no and Ellie kissed your temple as she began to read.

Ellie's voice was soothing and melodic, her tone as she read was almost like a lullaby, as she started reading about the constellations, the stars and the planets. You felt your eyelids getting heavy, as her voice was calming you to sleep.

"Thank you for taking care of me" you mumbled as you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier each moment passed.

"It's not a big deal, you would do the same for me, right?" she said as her hand continued to massage your back.

"I would, and I'm sorry if I was being a burden or anything" you looked down at her chest, inhaling and exhaling the oxygen.

She looked down at you and her index finger pulled your chin. As Ellie's eyes meet yours, you can see the love and care in her gaze.

"Don't say that you know how much I love taking care of you" she reaches out her hand gently, caressing your cheek with her thumb.

Bless her little heart.

You feel her breath on your skin as she leans in and gives you a gentle kiss. She smiles at you, and you feel your heart melt. Even in the midst of your period, she makes you feel special and loved.

Ellie continued to read again and you could feel her soft, warm breath on your ear as she read, and you slowly drifted off into a deep sleep. You felt safe and loved, wrapped in her arms, as she read to you.

You can't imagine anything better than this, just lying in her arms, feeling loved and protected.

You can feel her body warmth against your back as she wraps her arms around your tummy and rubs it, and her breathing becomes even and regular as she too, falls asleep. The room fills with silence, except for the slow tick of the clock and the sound of the rain outside.

REMINDER !!

that neil is a zionist and therefore dont buy his games, doesnt matter remastered or not !!!

before you leave, have you DONATE TO PALESTINE today? ITS FREE TOO !!

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avatar-saiki · 9 months

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Beel's Takeout

Beelzebub/reader, 2.2k words

CW: Suggestive, public scene

Summary:

Inspired by a tweet by HarmlessGhosty:

"Just wanna run soft fingertips up the inside of Beel’s thigh and see how easily it distracts him from eating his snack."

It was so hot.

Beelzebub sat down heavily on the bench and took off his helmet to wipe sweat from his brow, starting to feel a little dizzy. The heat wave rolling through the Devildom was more intense than he’d last remembered, but it hadn’t stopped him from playing until today. When a few of his teammates began collapsing in the heat, the coach finally decided to call off practice for the day and sent everyone to the showers.

But it was still so hot.

Even as the icy water ran down his back, the dizziness in his head wouldn’t go away. To make matters worse, he’d already eaten all the snacks he’d packed for practice and dinner was still a few hours away. As if on cue, his stomach grumbled at the thought and he groaned under his breath. This wasn’t good. Dizzy, lightheaded, and starving? That was just asking for trouble.

Maybe he could stop by Madame Scream’s for a quick bite? He’d heard they were selling all sorts of frozen treats, but he hadn’t had time to check it out yet. Another roll of hunger answered the thought for him, and he smiled to himself, getting dressed quickly.

It wouldn’t hurt to invite you along too.

He’d sent you the message, hoping you’d be free but offered to bring you something back if not. He hoped you’d say yes, not just to see you but also because he… wasn’t so sure he’d be able to resist eating whatever you might ask him to bring home. It didn’t happen every time, and the few times it had you weren’t that upset, but he still hated seeing the disappointment on your face when he wasn’t able to bring you back something tasty.

Especially if it was too tasty.

But you agreed to meet him, your smile so refreshing when your eyes met. The line was already out the door, but it was moving fast.

“How was practice today?” you asked when he reached your spot in line.

“It was okay,” he said, reaching up to touch his forehead. “I wasn’t able to run as far, but I still managed to stay up whenever someone tried to tackle me.”

“I’m surprise you all still played,” you said with a soft hum, “It’s so hot out I would’ve thought it’d be cancelled.”

“I think that’s why they couldn’t bring me down,” he agreed, “we might be able to tolerate extreme temperatures better but even demons can get overheated.”

You grinned up at him. “Is that why we’re on a little ice cream date?”

He blushed a little and looked down. Your feet were so much smaller than his. “I… thought it might be nice. Food usually tastes better when you eat with someone.”

“Well I’ll never say no to ice cream!” You said with a cheerful laugh, reaching for the door when it was finally your turn to enter.

The inside of the shop was nice and cool, a sharp contrast to the harshness of the outside, but the dizziness in his head wasn’t ready to leave just yet. But the scents… the scents that wafted in the air so sugary and sweet…

“Beel, you’re drooling,” you teased, and he blinked, bringing a hand to touch his lips.

“I am?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Almost. Did you not eat lunch today?”

“No, I did. I had a roasted hellhog sandwich with extra fries.”

“Well no wonder you’re hungry if that’s all you had!”

He smiled sheepishly, “Well, I did ask for seconds and thirds, and then my snacks…”

You grinned up at him. “You’re really making me jealous, Beel. I wish I could eat like you.”

His face warmed, but it felt a little different than the heat of outside. It was something that only seemed to happen with you. Something about you made him feel… warm.

“I don’t think it’s something you should be jealous of,” he said quietly, resting a hand on his stomach. “It’s… not always fun, especially for those around me.” You’d even seen it before, the few times when his gluttony was too much for him to control and the beast he’d become when hunger devoured his senses.

“What’re you talking about? We’re getting ice cream! That’s more fun than anything I can think of!”

There it was again. That… warm… comforting feeling.

“We should probably eat it before we get home. Lucifer usually gets mad at me for eating too many sweets before dinner.”

“Why?” you stepped up to the counter and looked over all the different options. “Sweets have never ruined your appetite, have they?”

“No… but,” he tilted his head in thought. “I guess I don’t know why he gets mad about it.”

“He gets mad about a lot of things,” you said, pointing at the flavor you wanted while the demon at the counter scooped and placed it into a bowl. “If it’s not you, it’s Mammon. Or Belphie. Or Levi. Or I don’t know, someone. Someone always has to be the hard ass and he embraces it with joy, I think.”

He chuckled and ordered a double scoop of blood strawberry and hell raspberry, but when he moved to pay you swiped your card too fast.

“Hey I was going to—”

“It’s okay,” you said, picking up both bowls with a wink. “You can pay next time.”

“I… okay,” he said, following you outside. You looked around at the tables all set outside the shop and frowned, all of them already filled with patrons enjoying their frozen treats.

“Why don’t we go to the park?” you suggested, turning on your heel to walk backward while he followed. “There’s some benches we could go sit on, right?”

“We could also eat while we walk home,” he said, the mixture of cream and fruit serenading him and making his mouth water.

You giggled and shook your head, turning around again and setting off toward the park. “Nope! If we do that the date’ll be over way too soon!”

He groaned inwardly, feeling his stomach gurgle and your scent mixing in with the sugar and cream was not helping.

“Okay,” he said softly, following after you. Just focus on the good warmth he felt inside every time you smiled. That warmth that always hit in his chest but somehow made him feel a little fuller.

“Ugh,” you groaned and plopped down on the first bench you saw and spread out your legs. “How is it so hot when there’s no sun?”

He tilted his head slightly, “Does the sun make your world hot?”

“Well, yeah?” You raised both bowls of ice cream to the sky. “It’s a massive fireball beaming light and heat on us where I’m from.”

He looked up at the sky filled with countless stars. “Aren’t all stars like that?” He knew Belphegor would talk about the life cycles of stars sometimes, but he couldn’t remember all of it. “Maybe all the stars are like your sun?”

You laughed and held his bowl out to him. “Yeah, maybe? Who knows. I still can’t wrap my head around it always being night here.”

He took the bowl and sat down beside you, glancing down at you kicking your feet while you happily ate your ice cream. Were all humans always this small, or was he large?

“I didn’t think about that… do you miss your sun?”

“Sometimes, but lately I- oh—!” You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your lips together. “Agh! Brainfreeze!”

Somehow that made him smile and he turned his attention to his treat, scooping up a bite and moaning when the first cooling relief touched his tongue. The berries were tart and sweet, the cream luscious and silky, and the texture so soft as it slid down his throat he couldn’t help sighing contentedly.

“I needed this,” he said, scooping up another spoonful. Then another. Soon the ache and dizziness from Fangol practice began to ebbe away and he looked down at you. “How’s yours?”

You bit your lip, still holding your bowl but it didn’t seem like you’d eaten much. “Oh! No, it’s good!” you smiled sheepishly up at him, noticing his disappointment, “Sorry, I think it might just be a bit too cold for me, I have to eat it slower.”

“Oh,” he frowned a little. “I didn’t know… maybe I should’ve tried to find something from the human—”

“No, no! It’s great!” you shook your head and shoved another bite in your mouth, nose crinkling adorably when you shivered. “Be-Besides—” you stuttered, shivering again. “I-I’m pretty sh-sure anything from the h-human realm would’ve melted b-by now.”

“I can finish yours,” he said, taking the bowl from you. “Next time we can try an ice cream shop in the human realm?”

You sighed and leaned back to gaze up at the stars. “Yeah, that could be fun.”

He stacked the bowls together and dipped his spoon into yours, curious of the flavor you’d chosen. “It’d have to be further in the future. I know Mammon and Levi will be excited to go, but it still takes a lot for all of us to travel together.” The fact that you had a pact with all seven of them wasn’t helpful either. A shiver ran down his spine. Lucifer would not be happy about all the paperwork that would take.

“Yeah…”

The spoon clinked against his teeth and he tensed, looking down to confirm it was in fact your hand resting on his thigh.

“It could be fun with all of them,” you said with a wistful smile, eyes still dazzled by stars. The look in your eyes was always something that made him feel all sorts of things inside, like hunger but…

It didn’t hurt.

“But I think…” you continued, thumb caressing his leg absentmindedly while his heart raced in his chest.

“… It could be fun to go just the two of us.”

A new shiver ran down his back as your hand drifted higher, and he shoved a massive spoonful in his mouth to cool the rising heat inside.

“Don’t you think?” you asked, tilting your head to gaze up at him with a smile.

Your eyes were so bright and innocent, but your hand was not supposed to be there! Didn’t you know what your touch could do?

“Beel?”

He swallowed thickly and your smile brightened.

“How’s the ice cream?” You asked, fingers drifting down along his inner thigh as you leaned onto his leg for support. “Is it good?”

“Yes…” he said, unable to speak above more than a simple breath. “Did you… want some more?”

You shook your head and he took the opportunity to distract himself with another spoonful, trying to focus on the flavors on his tongue but everything melted when your pinky grazed his balls.

“It’s too cold for me,” you said, rubbing across his leg to not so subtly stroke your finger against him, that smile turning coy.

“Oh… right,” he tried to take another bite, but it must’ve dissolved on his tongue because he couldn’t taste anything at all. “I forgot you said that.”

You chuckled and knelt up, placing your free hand on his chest, making him swallow a second time.

“That’s okay…” you said softly, eyes focused on his mouth. Was he drooling again? He really tried to not think about how good you smelled, but it was so hard when you were this close. Usually if he had food nearby it wasn’t so bad, but this. This was—

You leaned in closer and licked the corner of his mouth with a gentle hum. “Mm~ booberry.”

A jolt ran through his spine and he sat up stalk-straight, feeling no less cooled than before.

“What was that for?” he asked. “If you wanted some I could’ve—”

Your hand drifted higher and he dropped the bowls, ice cream splattering on the ground while he grabbed your wrist, face feeling like it was on fire.

“Don’t touch me there,” he said under his breath. “Not here. I can’t… I won’t be able to stop myself.”

You cupped his cheek and kissed him, slipping your tongue into his mouth and filling it with the spiced sweetness of your lust. He groaned, unable to help himself as he reached up to cup the back of your head, deepening the kiss and sucking on that sweet, sinful tongue. Any time he managed to sneak a taste of your soul it was all he could think of for days, but now? Now all he wanted was more.

A little nip on his tongue drew him back, giving you space to breathe. “Careful, Beel, we’re still at the park…”

“I don’t want to let you go,” he murmured.

“Yeah, it would be a shame to stop so soon after just getting started,” you mused, sitting back down with your chest nestled close to his arm. “Maybe we could sneak in a little dessert before dinner back home?”

“No,” he frowned, “my brothers will all be home by now, there’s no way we’d find time alone.”

“Oh… well then, maybe we...” you shifted and palmed over him, stilling his breath when you felt along his hardening cock, “…find a room to stay in and order some takeout? And then I take you out~”

He shivered again and held your wrist firm. “That could be dangerous… just you and me.”

“I know,” you whispered, words so soft and light on his neck. “It’s worth it for a taste~”

#obey me smut #reader insert #obey me shall we date #obeymeshallwedate #gender neutral reader #obey me beelzebub #fanfic

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What Are They Like in Bed 18+

AU Everyone is 18+ These are just some ideas I've had, subject to change as I read more of the story. Minors DNI.

Posted: 03/05/23 || Edited:--

I don't have the first years listed because honestly to me they don't give off the vibes that they fuck. They might have sex but it's more experimental and trying to figure out what they actually like in bed.

Word Count:3.2k

Heartslabyul

Book: Read

Riddle: Probably a very dedicated lover. Takes the time to learn your "rules" aka what you like and don't like. Does not fuck, like you are having sex, but it is not fucking. Lovemaking is probably a better way to put it. Can be a little selfish or aggressive when stressed. Surprisingly confident and self-assured. Excellent communication skills. Does not seem overly adventurous in normal circumstances. You'll likely have to schedule when you can have sex, he’s very busy so spontaneous sex doesn’t seem to be a thing with him. Probably has his go-to positions that he does well but not much deviation from that. However, maybe on occasion, if you've been "bad"...be prepared to be collared and relearn his rules. Not going to let you finish until he's certain you've learned your lesson. Really good with aftercare. Has snacks and refreshments on standby, helps you get cleaned up and dressed after. His room is probably really well prepared beforehand. Flower petals or just flowers, candles, music; very much so setting the mood.

Trey: He has an oral fixation. Surprisingly rough. He’s going to hold your face and make you look at him while he’s using you. Likes to see the expressions you make when he slams into you. If he’s hitting it from behind you’re getting your ass smacked and he’s probably going to use your hair as a handle or hold onto your throat; unless he’s pressing your face down into the sheets/pillows. Likely going to put you into a mating press. Does not like being called daddy, surprisingly. Is going to look down at you with a smirk while biting his lip. Going to shower you with degrading praises (that’s my good little slut, etc.). If you ever didn't want it rough he'd likely be a very sensuous lover. Slow deep strokes that rock you to your core till he had you crying out in pleasure. After sex, he seems like the type to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear while showering you with quick, soft kisses.

Cater: Switch. Very vocal. Into role play and would dress up for it. Can use his signature spell but would probably be more of a finisher than the main event. Is down for making a sex tape or taking pictures. Wouldn't post them but would like to keep them for the memories. Would sign your ass or crotch with some variation of "Cay Cay was here" Likes to switch positions frequently. Into public sex/sneaky play. Will shower you with praise, but could just as easily degrade you. Really likes when you wear cute/sexy lingerie or underwear for him. Would love to receive nudes or lewds from you throughout the day, even if he’s somewhere where he can’t react or respond. Would return the favor. Likes to hold your head/hair when you go down on him. Will send you links to whatever crazy position he wants to try next, maybe some lingerie he wants to see you in. After sex with him will mainly be cuddling in bed and scrolling through magicam. Might have water or snacks but wouldn't be something he always has on hand.

Savanaclaw

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Leona: Either gonna make you do all the work or fuck you till your legs give out. Lots of biting. Really into oral, giving, and receiving. Can and will growl while using his mouth/fucking you. Likes to be told how good he’s making you feel. Will purposely leave hickies/love marks where everyone can see. Into cuddle fucking and lazy sex. Will fuck you sneakily in public if the chance arises. 7 help you if you end up having hate sex with this man. RIP your lower half. Really rocks the messy after-sex look/glow. Aftercare can be sweet but minimal. Maybe a bath/shower together where he kisses his marks but after that, sir is going to sleep, though you are welcome to join him for some sleepy cuddles. Lowkey jealous, highkey possessive. If he feels too many people are looking at you he's the kind to come up behind you and wrap an arm around your shoulders/hips and lean against you. A not-so-subtle kiss on the cheek/lips. Definitely going to smack/grab your ass so everyone knows who you belong to herbivore.

Ruggie: Between class, his side jobs, and running errands for Leona this man has mastered the quickie. Never knows when the chance is gonna come again so he does not care where he does you. Quick, shallow thrusts. Will use his hand efficiently to make sure you get off too. Will probably have you lick his fingers clean of your mess. Going to leave a small mark or two on you. Could be hidden or visible, depends on what positions you were in. Into biting. Going to tease you while fucking you, could also be having a perfectly normal conversation. Then help you get dressed before going about business as usual. Would probably be into having you use your hand/mouth while he's doing homework and vice versa. Lot of stamina so be prepared for multiple rounds throughout the day. Always gives you a kiss at the end, possibly going to smack your ass when he leaves but not one to draw attention to himself. When he's not in a rush though, probably a very tender lover. Very generous with foreplay. Going to take his time till you both are satisfied. Has snacks in his room and seems like he would be very affectionate before going to sleep

Octavinelle

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Azul: Does not like missionary or other positions where you can look at him. If you want those kinds of positions, he’ll likely want to blindfold you, or keep some clothes on. Likes to use restraints. Probably makes really cute faces/noises while fucking. Just very expressive, you’re going to know if he’s feeling good. If he’s in a bad mood he’d be a mean fuck. Just being rough and degrading you. But for the most part, he’d be a very gentle lover. Doing his very best to make you feel good. He’s very thorough and likes to be close. Lots of skin-to-skin. Prefers when you take control, he’s got enough to stress about, just let him enjoy himself. Might be able to convince him for some under the desk fun in the VIP room. Would definitely bend you over that desk after hours. Stamina would probably be lacking so he's more of a one and done kind of guy. Would not use his tentacles on you unless you were blindfolded and he was sure you couldn't peek. Amazing aftercare, going to want you to shower him in praise, and he'll return the favor,might even hum or sing a little. Will eventually untangle himself from your arms to get some snacks. Expect to always have the best seat in the lounge with an exclusive discount. Aren't you just so fortunate?

Jade: Will tease the fuck out of you until you are begging for release. Does not mind using toys but would prefer his fingers/tongue. The type to make you ask for permission and say thank you after he makes you cum. Likes to watch you play with yourself to figure out what you like then improve upon it. Teases you about blushing, your expressions, and any noise you make while he’s watching. Will somehow look perfectly put together even if you look like you just finished a marathon. Likes to stay mostly clothed during sex, not because he’s insecure, but so he can tease you for falling apart at how good you feel. Will ‘accidentally’ give you marks that can be seen in uniform. Probably going to gently bully you when you’re cum drunk. Would do his best to work you up when he knows you can’t do anything just to watch you squirm. King of aftercare. Like sir has snacks and refreshments. Will run you a bath/shower and clean you up before tucking you in for some well earned rest. Lowkey jealous/possessive. If anyone gets too close he'll be sure to make a note to remind you later why you belong to him.

Floyd: His mood will determine the kind of sex you have/how much work you're gonna do. Apathetic mood could lead to him just kinda going through the motions if he’s not making you do all the work. This would probably be a quickie, might not even cum, before either passing out or doing whatever he was doing before. If he's in a good mood though…prepare to be fucked silly. Going to go until he is tired, like a full body work out, and (un)fortunately he has plenty of stamina and energy. Multiple rounds, switching positions, be prepared for every hole to get a turn. Probably going to turn you into a pretzel to try and find what feels best. Will tease you if you say you're tired or need a break. Will cover you in bites, likely some accidental bruising. Going to make a mess of his partner, just cum everywhere. Surprisingly good aftercare. Not running you a bath but he's definitely cuddling you after, talking about how much fun that was and how good it felt. Definitely gets jealous if other people give you too much attention. Will remind you whose shrimpy you are.

Scarabia

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Kalim: He is down to try anything once. A really fun lover. Really high energy, pleasure seeking to the max. Likes to try new positions frequently. Better stretch before because sir will bend you like a pretzel. Lots of spontaneous sex. He's going to say or do something that will have both of you needing to take a laugh break. Very affectionate but also needy. Might accidentally hurt you while trying out some overly complicated new position but would stop, apologize, and take some time to make sure you're okay before continuing. Very encouraging when it comes to exploring your kinks and fantasies. Probably a very playful lover, lots of teasing touches and soft kisses along your body. Not the best at foreplay but A for effort and always trying to improve his techniques for you. He does want you to feel good but sometimes he can forget to communicate and check to make sure so you'll have to be vocal. After sex he's going to want lots of cuddles and pillow talk. Would likely have snacks and refreshments brought to you two so you can stay in bed together a little longer. Would feed you snacks between playful kisses and compliments.

Jamil: Will take whatever role their partner prefers. Is actually a dom/top. Enormous people pleaser. Really into pleasing their partner, like to the point where his pleasure gets pushed to the side. Lots of foreplay. Fingers, mouth, toys, does not care so long as you feel good. Really quick to pick up on all the little things that drive you wild and will use all his skill to give you the best orgasm ever. If you let him let loose…be prepared for an almost 180. Will make you into his living stress ball. Hard, fast, and deep. Into master/slave play. Wants you to wear a collar, maybe some restraints, def wants you to call him master or sir. He wants you to pamper him, let him sit back and enjoy himself. You're gonna be sore, either from him driving into you like a wild animal, or from making you ride him till your legs give up. He’s flexible. Probably going to pull your hair or choke you. Going to call you names. Really good with aftercare. Will help you clean up, would make you a meal and shower you in praises regardless.

Pomefiore

Book: Unread

Vil: He’s a bit of a mean lover. He's going to be a bit demanding and selfish, though it's not completely intentional. He just knows what he likes and how he likes it. Seems like he would enjoy some unique positions that would require you to stretch beforehand. Likes to wear/likes it when you wear nice lingerie. He has at least one mirror pointed at his bed because he likes to watch. Loves having his body worshiped, he’s more of a taker than a giver. You’re still going to love it though, because it’s him and who wouldn’t love that? He is going to let you know if you’re not doing it right. He’s going to fuck you while he makes you watch your reflection in the mirror, calling you all sorts of little names and insults. Seems like he would be into master/pet play. Somehow looks flawless after sex, like he’s going to be sweating and panting but still look picture perfect somehow. He probably has some nice mood lighting. Aftercare is going to be more so you cleaning him up. If you did good he’ll give you a few compliments, but he’ll also critique what you can do better next time. If you’re lucky he might hand feed you a snack or let you sleep next to him.

Rook: Be prepared for passion. He is going to take his time, exploring every inch of your body, learning every sensitive and weak spot you have available. He’s going to take his time teasing you, really into edging because he can’t get enough of how you look right before you cum. King of foreplay. Could spend hours between your legs just teasing and working you up till you’re ready for him. He’s quite literally going to be showering you in praises and compliments about how sublime you look in the throes of pleasure. You better hydrate and stretch before because this man has insane stamina and will go for multiple rounds until you are absolutely exhausted. He likes overstimulation, just unable to stop himself with how beautiful you look when you cum, wanting to make you do it again and again till you’re begging for mercy. He’s a very vocal lover. Probably a voyeur and will secretly watch you pleasuring yourself so that when it’s his turn he has an idea of what you like he can go off of and improve on. Might be into a bit of predator/prey, specifically hunting you down before ravaging you till morning. Going to be very sweet and loving after. Kissing all over your body while cleaning you up, making sure you're hydrated and have snacks before cuddling up to you for sleep. Would definitely give you a full body massage. You're going to feel very safe in his arms.

Ignihyde

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Idia: He’s a very shy lover. Very self conscious in person so he's going to need lots of encouragement. He's going to prefer you on top or in control because he doesn't believe he can actually make you feel good on his own. Very clumsy sex. Even if he has experience he usually doubts himself and his abilities. Makes plenty of cute noises, has trouble keeping quiet. He's going to bite you. Prefers to use toys on you, might even design a few custom toys for you to use. Might be into cockwarming while he's gaming, or even just having you ride/blow him. You could challenge him to 1v1 where the loser has to make the winner cum. He loves sexting. And when he sexts its like a complete 180 to how he is in person. Expect lots of dirty talk. He's not going to send you nudes or lewds but he'll love any that you send, especially if you complain something for him. Probably would like you to wear some kind of toy that he can control from a distance, just teasing you relentlessly while he does. After sex he's going to be very awkward and unsure of what to do. But he's going to try so be encouraging and supportive.

Diasomnia

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Malleus: BDE personified. This man is a god in bed and he knows it. He is going to worship every inch of your body. He’s going to take his time prepping you, and he knows exactly what to do with his hands and tongue. He’ll let you hold his horns while he goes down on you. Sex with this man may as well be a marathon in and of itself. He has a long fuse and an insane amount of stamina. He is the type to put your legs over his shoulders and sink his entire length into you slowly, smirking the entire time as he watches your reaction. This man is not a bed shaker, he is a bed breaker. The entire time he’s going to look like he’s barely breaking a sweat, smirking down at you and cooing the sweetest praises that he can. He’s so loving during sex, just caressing your body while pounding into it. He’s going to bite you and cover you in his marks so everyone knows exactly who you belong to. He’s not jealous but he is possessive, he does not like sharing your attention with people, you are his child of man. Going to hold you to his chest and gently nuzzle you to sleep.

Lilia: The biggest fucking tease. He’s the kind to tie you to the bed and blindfold you so he can spend hours just teasing you till you’re actually about to lose your mind, begging for any kind of release. The entire time he’ll just be commenting on how cute you look and sound. Seems like he would be into temperature play, specifically running ice cubes along your body while you whimper and squirm under him. He’s surprisingly rough, likes biting. He’s very vocal, you will know when he’s enjoying it. Complete wildcard, like he probably has some really out there kinks. Never know when he’s going to come up behind you and kiss your neck, run his hand along your thigh, just discretely grope you in public. His oral and overall technique will be flawless, like will actually have your legs shaking after. Has a lot of stamina and can go multiple rounds if one isn’t enough. Probably likes edging. Seems like he’d be great with aftercare, just like a really doting partner. Going to praise you for even the smallest thing. He is going to tuck you into bed after.

Silver: He seems very vanilla, like he’s good at what he does but there’s really nothing out there in the bedroom with him. Sir is making love, not fucking. Just very gentle with his partner. Surprising amount of stamina. He’s a very intimate lover. Lots of kisses,eye contact, and just overall being close to you. Will make eye contact when he is going down on you, likes you to look up at him when you return the favor. He’s definitely focused on making sure that you feel good and are enjoying it. Would probably bury his face in your neck and chest when he feels really good, has some nice breathy moans. After he’s going to just cover your body in gentle kisses while he helps clean you up before holding you close to him and drifting off the sleep with the sweetest pillow talk. He is just going to make you feel loved.

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please refresh your memory of the content warnings that's mentioned on the summary page. this chapter will include s*xual activites.

Suguru

Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message. . .

Call forty-four, and I’ve yet to hear from Y/N. She possibly couldn’t be ignoring my calls, my texts. . . I know she wouldn’t ignore me because she said we could continue our affair. I’m getting frustrated. My cock is getting frustrated. If something happened, she would’ve told me. . . Right?

Right, Suguru.

We were doing so well last week. Talking on the phone. Video chatting. She even sent me sexy photos of herself. I know my cock has been tired seeing my hand, but fuck, that woman makes me feels like an animal. I can’t help but be in love with Y/N. She belongs to me. Not that sad excuse of a husband.

From the moment she agreed to our agreement, I knew there was a possibility of her ghosting me might happen, so I prepared myself. After I had the pleasure of fucking that perfect pussy of hers, we parted ways. At least, that’s what I made her think.

I followed her around for the rest of the day while she ran errands. You know… just to make sure she’s safe. I don’t need no other fucker trying to hit on what’s mine.

She’s not yours, Suguru.

Yes she is.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

I’m not sure if I should call her for the forty-fifth time. I don’t want to come off as too pushy, but her not responding is annoying me. And I know she’s home. I checked the tracker I left between her car seats and I see she’s been in the same spot for the past week. So I figured that’s where she lives.

I’m going to sleep now. Talk to you tomorrow?

I stare at the last text message she sent to me. I mean… it didn’t seem like anything was wrong. We just finished having phone sex and it was pretty late. But if Y/N said she was going to talk to me tomorrow, she should’ve talked to me tomorrow.

Tomorrow was a fucking week ago.

Wait… what if something happened to her? What if her fucker of a husband found out about us and he’s trying to keep me away from her?

No.

I can’t let that happen. Not when I need her.

It would be too creepy if I showed up to her apartment. Maybe I should just send Y/N another text asking to meet up at the bakery I saw her at the last time? Yeah, I think I’ll do that.

I just want Y/N to know I’m worried—

My phone is ringing.

I knew she wasn’t ignoring me.

“Y/N, hey-”

“ Nope .”

I remove my phone from my ear to see it’s Satoru calling me. Awesome.

“Oh. It’s just you,” I say nonchalantly.

“ Well, damn. It’s nice talking to my best friend, too, ” he teases. “ Mad because I’m not your girlfriend? ”

I deeply sigh, squeezing the bridge of my nose. “What do you want, Satoru?”

“ What are you doing tomorrow night? ”

Fisting my cock to Y/N.

“Nothing. Why?”

“ The Zen’ins’ are throwing some big fancy event, ” Satoru tells me.

I arch my brow as if he could see me through the phone. “And what does this have to do with me?”

“ Do you know who Y/N is married to? ”

“No?”

“ Toji Zen’in, meaning nine times out of ten, she will be there. I know you said you haven’t heard from her in a while. Maybe you’ll see her .”

She’s fucking married to him? Out of all people, that is who she chooses to spend her life with?

I’ve met that fucker a few times. I did a couple of his tattoos. Hate him, but he pays good money so I just tolerated the jackass. Knowing my Y/N is giving her pussy, love, and time to him makes me even more angry.

I need answers.

I need to know why the fuck she hasn’t been responding to phone calls and text messages. She can’t fucking promise an affair just to leave me and my cock dry.

It doesn’t work like that.

“I’ll go.”

Reader

I tilt my head back and allow the hot water to hit my skin while I take a shower. It’s been a week since I last spoke to Suguru and two weeks since I told Toji I cheated. My life has been… complicating, to say the least.

I decided not to speak to Suguru anymore because I know Toji means well on his threats and I don’t need my husband killing someone on my behalf… again. I honestly thought he left to go find Suguru. However, when he returned home, I texted Suguru and he was okay.

That was the last I heard of him.

When Toji came home a few days after our argument, we went from having small talk to not talking at all. Only having quiet breakfasts and dinners together. We’d steal glances, but that’s about it. Though, he has been sleeping in our bed lately, which I find weird.

We haven’t slept next to each in months. His excuse? He said he didn’t want to wake me up since he comes home late from work. A pathetic excuse because Toji knows I don’t care if I’m woken up as long as I’m sleeping in his arms. There was a time where his arms felt like home to me…

Anyways .

Just earlier Toji watched me stripped naked to prepare for my shower. We stared at each other through the mirror. His body, muscular, covered in tattoos and scars, having only his briefs on to leave me with my imagination of his cock I haven’t seen in months. Toji hasn’t looked at me for that long in a while.

I was self-conscious.

Marriage only made my body fuller. More curvier in these past seven years. My insecurity of him not being attracted to me anymore only heightened the longer he watched me. But when my eyes roamed down his body, they stopped at the front of briefs.

He was hard.

And I’m not talking about semi hard. I mean straining hard, like he was uncomfortable. I sucked in a soft breath and pulled my eyes away to look at his face that flushed a rose color across his cheeks.

I felt… desired.

The desire I’ve been yearning for months that I found with Suguru.

That silent moment I had with Toji and the lack of communication with Suguru is all I’ve been thinking about since I got in the shower. I didn’t even start washing myself yet.

I grabbed my body wash to pour on my loofah, and just when I was about to scrub myself, the shower door opened.

I wasn’t startled because I knew it was Toji, but I was surprised because it was Toji. The last time we showered together was on his thirty-ninth birthday. We had sex. Amazing sex at that. What’s the likelihood of us recreating that memory right now? Slim to none.

I turn to face him.

I don’t say anything.

He doesn’t say anything but stares at me with those jade color hues I fell in love with ten years ago. I held his contact and I saw… hunger in his eyes.

You’re imagining things, Y/N.

Toji grabs my loofah and begins washing me, starting with my arms. He drags the loofah along my chest, down the mountain of my breasts, which he scrubs next. Toji took his time washing my tits. Something so simple like washing your partner’s body can be intimate and pussy soaking. Because that’s all I feel right now.

Drenched.

Turned on.

He knows I am. That’s why he slowly circles my full, perfectly saggy tits with the loofah.

All of this while never breaking eye contact.

He has me sit on the shower bench, lowering him to his knees to wash my legs. After he finishes with one leg, he spreads me open to clean the other one. Why? I don’t know, but I comply. For the first time since coming in the shower, he breaks contact to look elsewhere.

My puffy pussy that’s dying to be touched.

I’m no longer under the shower head and the water isn’t touching me since Toji is in front of me. He notices how wet I am, looks at me, then takes a deep breath that could be mistaken as a groan.

He stands me up, turning me around to wash my back. While doing so, I felt his cock brush against my ass. A moan touched my lips, causing Toji to stop and I immediately grew embarrassed from my actions.

Me being wet. Moaning. Getting turned on from being washed by Toji. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m in heat. Horny. I want to be fucked by my husband, but my stubbornness is not allowing me to make the first move.

Once he finished taking his time washing my ass, he grabbed the shower head to spray my body. My breaths were slow and steady, chest heaving desperation. Warmth also began spreading across Toji’s cheeks again. I didn’t bother to conceal my need for him.

I looked at his cock and he was hard, veins popping out and leaking precum.

He wants me just as much as I want him.

I break the silence.

“Are you okay?” I ask, invitingly. However, he doesn’t respond. Toji swiftly lifted me off the shower floor as if I weighed nothing and hooked his arms under my knees while I rested my hands on his broad shoulders.

Again, Toji and I just stare at each other. His cock mere inches away from my pussy. It doesn’t matter how long we haven’t touched each other. Haven’t had sex or slept in the same bed. Once we connect, it feels like the first time again.

I’m needy. Impatient. Starving for his dick inside of me. I just can’t give him the satisfaction of begging. Not like I used to, and not after when I cheated. But lucky for me, Toji doesn’t make me wait.

He unhooks one of his arms to grab his length to align it with my sex. I hold my breath, anticipating the first time I feel him in months.

Breathe is all he says to me before slamming into my pussy. The cry I let out was sharp and loud. I feel embarrassed from sounding like a cat in heat, but I can’t help myself.

Toji feels so good.

He doesn’t even work his ways into my walls. His thrusts are brutal, but the wetness of my pussy mends the pain and makes it easier for him to slip in and out of me.

I close my eyes to bask in the moment, however, a territorial growl comes from Toji and I know he’s telling me to keep my eyes open and on him as a warning.

I have no intention of not listening to him.

I look into his earth like eyes where I see we share the same lust and craving for each other. Toji starts fucking me harder, more profoundly without missing a pace of his strokes. For a minute, I think of how big Suguru is, but Toji? I’ve been questioning how I’m able to take all nine-in-a-half inches of him inside of me.

Toji fills me to the brim. He stretches my pussy until I’m perfectly molded around his width, taking him like his favorite slut. For years I’ve been Toji’s fuck toy. Maybe to other women, they don’t like being used by their husband, but I do.

I like the feeling of being fucked into oblivion by Toji, until drool coats the side of my lips and tears prick my eyes as they’re doing now.

“T-Toji…” I whimpered. “I miss how you feel inside of me, baby.”

He clicks his tongue, abruptly pounding with a bit more force. “If you miss my cock, why did you let another guy fuck you? Hm?”

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Toji. Please… ” What am I begging for? I said I wasn’t going to, but… “Harder.”

“You let another motherfucker use you to help him cum,” Toji says through gritted teeth, thrusting into me harder every word he speaks. “Y/N, you should know I don’t like fucking sharing. Do I have fuck you until you remember who you belong to? Until you know who pussy is this?”

“Y-Yes.”

He whispers in my ear. “Wrong answer.” How does the wrong answer feel this good?

I feel the coolness of the shower wall on my flesh as Toji fucks me against it. His thrusts are merciless. It felt like he was trying to punish me for my infidelity, making me atone for my sins while being stuffed with cock.

“Fucking being a filthy slut for someone else,” he mutters. “I’m going to stuff you, fill you with every single last drop of my cum. And I have a lot in me, sweetheart. It’s been months.” He pulls his cock out my pussy, putting me on my feet to push my chest against the wall and force an arch in my back.

Toji didn’t even give me a chance to complain from his loss of touch before sinking deep into my warmth again. His fingers wrapped around my coils to pull while his free hand squeezes my nipples.

I feel overwhelmed. I’m trying to hold back my orgasm to relish this fucking because it may or may not happen again, but I feel a knot coiling in my stomach.

“Y/N, I feel you throbbing around my cock. I know you’re about to cum. So do it,” he orders, letting go of my nipples to slap my ass.

“I… I don’t want to.”

“Are you saying you’re not going to cum for me when I told you to?” His question comes off as a warning.

This side of Toji is… different. He usually fucks me rough, yes. Though, with tenderness and praising me for taking him well. But now… his intention is to fuck me until I’m numb. Degrading me. Talking down on me like I’m some whore he picked up at a bar.

I… I like it.

Actually, I love it.

I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm creeps up on me and I shatter all over Toji’s cock. I moan, cry, scream, whimper his name like it’s all I know. But he’s not done.

“Gonna keep fucking this greedy pussy until I want. Keep cumming for me and take this cock, Y/N.”

Toji finds his hands at my waist and continues to work me open past my orgasm. I put my hand on his pelvic to alleviate the pressure, but he slaps it away, giving me a slow and long stroke that kisses my sweet spot.

“Oh, fuck. Okay, Toji. I’ll keep taking it,” I cry. “Praise me, baby. Am I doing a good job?”

He chuckles. “Why should I praise you after you cheated? My cock is hard for you. Isn’t that enough?” Embarrassment flushes through my body after being rejected by Toji, but I’m too fucked to care. “You want me to say you’re a good girl? That you’re doing a good job taking my cock? That’s what you want me to say?”

Just hearing those words spill from his mouth makes me squeeze his cock viciously. “Y-Yes, please.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunts, pulling me up by my coils again to ghost over my ears. “I’m supposed to fucking hate you. Hate you for cheating on me, but I can’t. Not when you sound pathetically sexy while I’m pounding this good… fucking pussy. This fucking pussy you gave to someone else.”

Toji won’t stop fucking me. My legs are growing weak and I feel the sweetest pain in my hips. I meet with his thrusts and bounce my ass on him because I know he loves when I try, even if won’t tell me that now.

The grunts and growls that came from Toji have now joined me with moans. His dick throbs inside me indicating his near release. Toji doesn’t get sloppy when he’s about to cum. He goes harder. He pounds into me until I feel light and my wetness echoes in the bathroom.

I can’t go back to Suguru after this. No matter how good his dick is, no one knows my body the way Toji does. How he makes ke cum feels like a rare experience. My body only responds to Toji this way. This fucking reminds me that I’m forever his.

No one else’s.

“Toji, please. Please cum inside of me, baby. I want your cum so badly,” I cry, fucking him back.

His dick twitches. “Begging me to breed this pussy?

“Yes. I want you cum with me. Please cum with me, Toji.”

“Stop talking, Y/N.”

I know he’s close.

“I love your cock, baby. You always fuck me so good,” I tell him.

He told me not to hold back, but I know his cum is a few thrusts away from spilling inside of me.

“Y/N,” he says, attempts to warn me, but fails with a groan.

“I know this pussy is yours. I’m sorry. I won’t cheat again. I’m yours, Toji. Only yours.”

“Fuck!”

He kissed my sweet spot a few more times before drowning my pussy with his release. His strokes don't soften, ensuring every drop of him is pounded deeply in my walls. I cum for the second time and this I squirt on Toji’s cock, between my thighs, on the floor until my wetness causes him to abruptly slip out of me.

I shake uncontrollably because the overstimulation of cumming back to back overwhelms my body. Getting fucked Toji does that to me.

And I know he isn’t finished with me. He turns off the shower, picks me up bridal style, making his way to our room where he throws me on the bed and continues to fuck me until I’m numb.

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dangerouslyknown · 3 months

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Hiromi Higuruma Headcanons 🌻

A/N: Ughhh I have been having literally 0 motivation for writing, kind of like an art block. I wanna write so much but something just prevents me lmao... But this man, I swear. He just sparked my will to write and hopefully also work off the requests and one trade with a friend I have been working on. Also I just haaaad to get these out of my head

Contents/warnings: Random general headcanons, relationship headcanons & NSFW headcanons. I am just writing about "his S/O" and referring to S/O with they/them. Doesn't contain spoilers from JJK story, just Higuruma and his existence

General headcanons

He listens to Modern Talking. Don't ask where this comes from, I just feel like he'd like their music. Also somehow I was thinking he'd like Bon Jovi, too? He isn't like a crazy fan for either of them, just likes various of their songs. Could see him listening instrumental music as well, like game/movie soundtracks

Surprisingly enough he isn't a huge drinker. He enjoys an alcoholic drink every now and then to refresh, but he knows his limits. He knows when it feels good and when it goes overboard

He doesn't have visible muscles for the most part, I'd like to think him having a bit of body fat which hides them. My man is an attorney, he hasn't been focusing in training or being physically fit all that much. He does like to keep himself in decent shape though, because healthy body equals a healthy mind

He's not tall per se, more like average height, definitely under 180 centimeters

He's a minimalist. He doesn't have anything "extra" in his apartment, just the necessities

Speaking off, his wardrobe probably isn't huge either. Maybe a basic suit or two, so he can wash the other and still have the other one wearable. Otherwise his wardrobe is filled with mostly casual comfortable clothes. He values practical clothes, too

If he ends up having time to play games, he'd definitely mostly be into single player, story focused games. Not into fps games. One of his favorites are, funny enough, Ace Attorney games (he also likes the soundtrack)

SFW relationship headcanons

He doesn't strike me as a person who would be into dating all that much, but if he finds so called a right person, he might consider it. He doesn't really sleep around with lots of people either

He values the personality of a person more than looks. Forming an emotional and a mental bond is what matters him the most when it comes to a relationship

He doesn't even have a type, really. He thinks he is capable of finding anyone attractive if their personality hits him

And while we are at it, I bet he would love to have conversations with his S/O about anything. He'd love to discuss anything, silly to serious to deep thoughts with the right person. He wants to hear his S/Os thoughts and share his own

He'd also love to have playful, sarcasm filled banters/debates with his S/O

Either quality time or physical touch are his love languages

Quality time, because he is often doing long days and working a lot so he might not be around as much as he'd like. But when he finally is around his S/O, no matter what they do, he is going to be very happy. He likes to do the most basic, mundane things together with his S/O. Having breakfast, watching TV, showering together, cooking together, sitting together in the same room...

And what comes to physical touch, he just loves to get touchy with his S/O and most of the time not even in a sexual way. It is like a way to make up for all the time he hasn't been around. All the little touches and kisses he exchanges with his S/O makes him feel so loved

Oh, and one thing he'd absolutely love is to get a massage from his S/O. He would literally melt to their touch

(NSFW under the cut)

NSFW relationship headcanons

I think he is pretty vanilla... But he is very open to try new things and kinks for his S/O and for his own curiosity. He'd also be pretty gentle overall, but he loves his sex passionate, with an intimate, personal feel to it

He is a heavy switch when it comes to dynamics. He can top, he can bottom. But I have a feeling he'd have a tiny little submissive side in the sheets. He isn't opposed to being dominative either, but like I said, he is mostly vanilla so these kind of dynamics aren't exactly what he desires in the sheets

He prefers to do all the sexy stuff mostly in somewhere private, only him and his S/O... but he can't deny that he has thought of taking them in his office. Something about the though of him fucking them on his desk turns him on

He would definitely love having sex with clothes (mostly) on. First of all, he can be a bit tired after long days (and lazy, too) but, like, just having his dick out of his fly... or both of his and his S/Os pants just slightly lowered. It's all just so hot for him

Oh, and he'd love to fuck his S/O anywhere (privately). On the floor, on the sofa, against a wall. He isn't picky, he just wants to feel good

I still feel like bed is his to-go, because he is often tired to do anything extreme and it's just overall more comfortable to get down to business in the sheets

Previously mentioned that his love language is physical touch which applies to this aspect too. Sex is also a part of that for him. Sex is also a way for him to feel deeply connected with his S/O, physically and emotionally

Sex with his S/O is his favorite stress relieving method

I'll say it: I never thought he'd have a big cock. Recently, I came across Kyo-00´s Headcanons of the dicks of JJK men, and I agree on her take of Higuruma. I had previously thought he'd be more like average sized or so

He doesn't need to have a huge cock though, because he knows how to use what he has. He also has his mouth, his nose and his hands to make one pleased

This could probably go without saying, but he loves when his S/O shows him that he is desired and cared for. He would get so excited if his S/O initiated intimacy and slid their hand to his pants to play with his still limp dick, stroking it while giving his neck and face soft kisses all over... (Consensually, of course. He isn't always in the mood for that stuff either) Anyhow, that just sends a message to him which turns him on. Who would even want to have sex with someone who doesn't seem into it?

I believe he wouldn't want kids, so he 100% would get a vasectomy especially if his S/O is a afab/female so there isn't a need to worry about pregnancy

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brighter-by-the-daly · 5 months

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Millie Bright x Reader

Part Two: Lover’s Auction

Millie’s perspective:

Sam grabbed my arm holding it out straight to display the phone number that was still visible on my skin, I’d scrubbed at it in the shower this morning which made it fade a little but was still clearly readable. I knew training would be a show and tell this morning so tried to cover it with a long sleeve under top, but in a blind haze after a rigorous training session I mindlessly pulled up the sleeves. “What’s this then Mills, you cheating on me?” the Aussie joked as I tried to pull the top back down to cover the writing, of course my friend wouldn’t let me as she continued with her probing questions. “I knew you were hiding something, you never wear long sleeves!” her voice became loud and squeaky in excitement, the way that it does when she’s making fun of me. “It’s just a phone number!” the enquiry made the smirk on my face hard to hide as it’s been years since my last relationship, I was kinda hopeful that this might lead to something good. “Is this what that dorky smile on your face has been about all day?” Sam poked my ribs as the commotion drew Erin nearer to the drama that followed us around everywhere. “Is it a giiiirlll?” Sam continued to tease until I broke my cover. “Maybeee” I couldn’t contain my smile at admitting it as I felt my cheeks grow a warmer shade of red. “Well, you gotta tell us all about it, weren’t you at that function last night?” they linked their arms together as they skipped back into the changing room, dragging me along with them. I didn’t have a choice but tell them all about the girl I had met last night at some random charity event I didn’t even want to go to - not if I wanted to get out of here alive anyway! They couldn’t believe she hates Chelsea and didn’t have a clue who I was! I said that maybe that’s for the best, since the World Cup it’s hard to find someone who doesn’t know who I am and it could be refreshing to not be on edge about ulterior motives. A lot of people I meet only want me for my money or to get into places for free, there tends to be people out there that think I earn a lot more money than I actually do, I’m able to live comfortably but still have to watch the pennies and save for the things I really want. Packing up my gear to leave my phone lit up with a message, “is that her?!” Erin pulled my arm in her direction as they peered over to look for a photo that wasn’t there, I explained they would have to wait and see what happens before I expose the identity behind the phone number. My friends made their annoyance known through loud groans as I left to go home, “bye sweeties!” I waved sarcastically leaving them in the lurch.

Your perspective:

The sun rise shining through your bedroom window made your eyelashes flutter open, shielding the sun from your eyes you squinted at the clock to see it was barely 8am. Mascara stained your hands as you rubbed your eyes, annoyed that you’d forgotten to do your skin care routine when your got home last night. Tapping your phone to light up the notifications you noticed a text from an unfamiliar number, “hello pretty girl, hope your head isn’t too sore!” You guessed it was from Millie but pulled the shirt she’d written her number on from under the bed to double check before replying which lead into texting all morning. Opening Google to search the footballer you noticed she was telling the truth - she is a defender for England and Chelsea! Looking at a few photos you had an epiphany and realised last night wasn’t the first time you had seen Millie. Wrapped in your duvet you shuffled to the sofa and re-downloaded episodes of Eastenders that you’d deleted from the Sky box, spotting the familiar blonde a few weeks ago on The One Show. Sending her a picture of the TV screen you laughed to yourself.

Y: knew that wasn’t the first time I’ve seen you! 🤭

M: you didn’t recognise me? 😂

Y: well no, my recording of Eastenders caught the last few minutes of it… I fast forwarded 🙈

M: Charming! 😳

Y: Next time you’re on TV, I’ll record it. Happy? 😇

M: Why don’t you come watch instead, I’ve got a game tomorrow?

Y: Oh.. idk, I haven’t watched football for two decades 😕

M: That’s okay, you record it then, you don’t have to watch 😘

Y: I’ll think about it 😉

Millie said she was off to training but would like to see you again, inviting you on a date tonight and saying she’ll pick you up on her way home. The next time you heard from her was when she called you walking out of the training ground. You’d barely said two words to each other before being interrupted by some of her teammates, “is that her!”, “let’s say hi!” you heard from down the phone. Millie groaned “bugger off guys! Stop embarrassing me!” she yelled making you pull the phone away from your ear as she argued with them, reluctantly telling you that they wanted to say hi and held the phone out towards them against her will. One grabbed her arm to pull the phone up to her mouth as the other tapped the speaker button. “Hi Millie’s girlfriend!” an Aussie accent called as you heard the phone be pulled away by another person. Millie could be heard in the background loudly contesting what was happening, “what’s your name, Millie won’t tell us!” a Scottish accent asked, you laughed and told them as they screeched with glee, there was a lot going on even if you couldn’t see them – the noises coming through the phone sounded like they were being attacked; the rummaging and fumbling of the phone between different hands, the laughs of the two girls and Millie getting more and more irate before hearing heavy footsteps run away. “Errgh, sorry they’re a nightmare!” she groaned then told you that was her best friends at the club Sam and Erin, usually Guro is around too but she’s injured and not at training today. “I haven’t told them you’re my girlfriend don’t panic, they just saw your number on my arm” she insisted as she threw her bags into the boot of the car and you heard the door slam shut. “Okay, I’m safe now. I’ll come pick you up.”

Waiting outside your house as she arrived you clambered into her car, “hey girlfriend” you joked as Millie’s cheeks turned bright red. “How’s the hangover?” she asked, shifting into first gear and pulling away. “Better for seeing you, where we going?” The blonde asked whether you had to be home by a certain time, you didn’t have work the next day so you were free to spend as long as you wanted with her and as long as she wanted you! It was mid afternoon and she was being very secretive about where she was taking you, knowing it wasn’t going to be a quick date when she joined the motorway heading towards Essex, you know the journey well but didn’t let on that you had an idea of where she was taking you. The longer you drove the more you were certain about where she was going, looking out of the window you saw how the scenery had changed since you were a little girl, the last time you drove this route was with dad in 2003. It’s like you remember every bump in the road, counting the bridges until you got to your destination, your mind fell back into that routine of counting the bridges until you reached the coast. Millie must have realised you had spaced out, placing a comforting hand on your thigh when you pulled into the seaside town and asked if you were okay. Smiling and nodding you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, you were right with the destination – Southend-on-Sea.

You walked hand in hand along the seafront, rode the train along the pier and shared chips on the beach while watching the sunset. You talked non-stop about yourselves that it felt like you’d know each other for years, not less than 24 hours! After eating your chips you took a wander down the beach towards the sea, kicking off your shoes Millie followed suite as you dipped your toes into the water. When the sky started to turn to pink hues she asked you the question you knew was going to come up sooner or later, “what were you thinking about in the car.. when you went quiet?” You took a deep breath before replying, “I used to play for Southend Girls” you said, plunging the conversation into a long silent pause. “I didn’t know that” Millie responded cautiously, anxiously looking down and playing with her thumb ring. Her response caused you to chuckle lightly, “how the hell could you have known that?” pushing her further into the sea so the cuffs of her rolled up jeans got a little wet. “Hey!” she shouted trying to drag you in with her but you were quick and slipped your arm from her grip, running back up the beach as she chased you. Seeing the lights of the arcades still glowing you kept running, stopping at a bench by the road before going any further to swipe the sand from your feet and replace your shoes as you waited for your date to join you. “You’re quick!” she puffed, breathless from the unexpected sprint. You asked her favourite game in the arcades as you took her hand and lead her to the cash machine, pulling your purse out to feed a £50 note into the machine so it spat out £1s in return. Splitting the money between two pots you handed hers over, “did you just put a fifty in there?!” seemingly astonished at the amount you were willing to waste on 2p machines! “It’d cost about that in petrol” you shrugged, seeing it as a fair swap, she drove and you pay for the plastic tat you’re about to win together! Millie darted straight to the basketball machine and you set yourself up at a 2p machine nearby so you could watch her top rise above her hips to show a little skin when she took her shots. It felt like she spent forever on that machine, glancing over to you every now and again between games as the tickets piled up at her feet. You floated between machines, collecting your prizes and tickets until you felt her arms wrap around you and her chin balance on the crown of your head. “Are you winning?” she asked, peering into your prize pot that was almost full, “there’s more in here!” you laughed, opening your bag to show off all your useless prizes. You had so much fun in the arcades but before you left you had to have a battle on the dance machine and swap your tickets for sweets to share on the journey home, you didn’t want the date to end!

Stumbling out of the arcade in fits of laughter and a handbag full of prizes the sky had turned dark, you wondered if Millie would suggest going home but she didn’t, instead spotting a pub close by that seemed lively and went to have a closer look, “there’s a band playing in there!” she chimed excitedly. It was The Chinneries, one of your old haunts as a teenager, you’d jump on the train and meet your friends to go and watch different bands nearly every month. As Millie spoke to the bouncer, you skimmed the posters on the wall and noticed that playing tonight is one of your old favourite bands. “Are there any tickets left?” you called over as Millie nodded in response, “can we go in?” she nodded again, reaching out her hand for you to run over and take. Shuffling into the small bar you stood near the back, you’d entered around the half way mark of their set and shuffled around the people to be able to order a drink. Millie was much taller than you and could easily see over people’s heads but made sure she found a space that you could enjoy the show from too. Right after you got comfortable they started to play one of your favourite songs, screaming in excitement you immediately started bouncing up and down singing the words at the top of your lungs. Millie had never heard of them before but she enjoyed watching you be happy, posting a short video of the back of you to her Instagram story with “she’s cute” written over the top. You couldn’t be identified by the video as it was just the back of you singing with your arm in the air but it made you happy when you spotted it on her insta later that night.

“I think this has been the best first date I’ve ever had Mills!” you gushed walking out of the pub, it was getting late and you really should be heading home soon. “Ohhhh, pet names already!” her voice squeaky and high pitch as she shoved herself into your side jokingly. Your hand slipped easily into hers when she draped her arm over your shoulder, crossing your arm over your chest to keep hold of her hand. “I agree.. (y/n/n)” teasingly using your nickname too. You asked who she was playing tomorrow and what time when you were driving home, you were astonished that you still found stuff to talk about! Her hand was on your thigh the entire drive and when you pulled up in front of your house the anticipation of whether you were going to kiss or not was overwhelming. You desperately wanted to but didn’t want to rush things, the date had been perfect and all the signs were there that Millie really liked you but you wouldn’t know for certain until.. “can I kiss you?” her soft words interrupted your overthinking.

The engine was purring as she unclipped your seatbelt, nodding your head gently as hers came closer, stroking your fringe behind your ear her hand lingered to cup your cheek as your lips touched in the softest entanglement. You could feel the goosebumps raise on your arms as your eyelashes fluttered against her skin, her nose grazing yours as the kiss sealed off a perfect day. “I’d love to see you again” she whispered, her forehead pressed softly against yours. Her blue eyes gazing deeply into your soul, willing you to answer her. “Me too, I’ll take you out next time” leaning forward to peck her lips one last time before leaving. Entering the home you share with your dad he was already at the front door waiting to hear all about your date. You’re still not convinced that he didn’t set this up on purpose but you’re thankful that the events at the auction had lead to a dark time in your life actually bringing you joy.

Part Three

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Black Light 8

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

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Part of The Club AU

Jazzercise in the park sounded like a great idea when you signed-up. You didn't put much thought to the demographic until you showed up. Amid the grannies dressed in their most neon oranges and hottest of pinks, you stick out like a sore thumb. Still, you don't mind the excuse for some fresh air and to make some friends.

A sheen of sweat breaks out on your forehead and you feel the fitness flowing through you. You look over at Gladys as she nearly puts you to shame with her spry lunges. You sigh and look to your other side, wishing Hottie was there. Too bad she has work.

You follow the instructor, a woman in her late fifties, Sonya. She hops and bops to the vibes of Wham as she hollers at you to get moving. You find yourself bouncing all over the place, the pedestrians along the path and the sitters on the benches watching at all angles. You might look ridiculous but it feels great.

You jump a bit too far back and crash into another body. You expect Meredith and her tight spirals flowing over a sweatband, but instead find yourself on the path, nearly stampeded by the large body heaving and sweating. You get your balance and untangle yourself from the stranger. Not a stranger at all.

August's curls are slightly dampened with his sweat, his skin glistening, as he wears a sleeveless black muscles shirt and even drabber shorts. A little colour wouldn't hurt.

"You," he snarls as he steps back.

"You!" You cheep brightly, "are you here for Jazzercise too?"

"What? I'm running--- Typical. I just can't seem to shake you. Like a bad cold."

"Hm, is there a such thing as a good cold?" You tap your lip, "maybe if it helps you build immunity--"

"Enough," he checks his watch and sighs, looking down the winding paved path, "I don't have time for this."

"I don't either," you put on a scowl, "you know, I'm out here tryna get in shape and you're running into people--"

"You jumped in my way," he accuses.

"My bad," you put your hands up and step off the pavement, "as you were."

You spin and dismiss him. You come join Gladys as she runs in place and you focus on Meredith's barking demands. Whew, this is awesome but you're gonna be in bed for at least a day recovering.

🧸

You walk home alone, enjoying the sunshine and the song birds flying around the statues. You follow the trail to the gates and onto the street. It's not very far from home, a couple blocks if that. You feel the adrenaline fading and the nip of fatigue that underlies it. You can't wait to chill, and maybe take a shower.

You pull at your shirt, trying to air out your sweaty torso. As you turn onto the next avenue, you hear a step out of rhythm. You look over your shoulder but only find a Ford Fiesta driving down the road. You shrug and carry on.

As you come to your house, you see the drive way is empty. It's not surprising. Your mom and dad are social people, more so since you aged into college. Hottie says it's a midlife crisis, but you expect they just feel free now that you're and adult. Well, you do your best.

You hop up the steps and take out your keys. You leave it unlocked as you stop to take off your shoes. The only thing on your mind is a tall refreshing glass of water. You don't think orange pop is a great post-work out refresher, as bubbly as it is.

You go into the kitchen and fill a glass. You head out to the deck, leaving the sliding door open as you sit in the shade. You drain almost half the glass before setting it aside on the patio table. You lean forward and undo your fanny pack, putting it next to the water.

You lean back and close your eyes. You really should get washed up. You're a little smelly. Oh, maybe Hottie's done. You can't remember when she said she worked until.

You drag yourself to your feet and finish the water. You leave the empty glass in the kitchen and stop to look at the crooked whiteboard on the fridge. You fix it and turn your attention to your phone.

Your mom texted you during the class. Her and your dad drove up to your aunt's for their big summer blowout. The same one they seem to have every week or so.

You go upstairs and to your room. You undress a piece at a time. The body suit wasn't a great choice as you peel it away from your skin and the leggings catch around your ankle. Ew, you feel nasty.

You wrap yourself in a fresh towel and walk down the hall to the bathroom as you message Hottie to check in. It's a perfect night for a sleepover. Your dad always drinks too much when he's around your uncle.

You put your phone on the counter and swing the door behind you, not caring that it doesn't clasp. You put the towel over the bar and slide back the frosted door. You bend to crank on the faucet letting the water heat before stepping under it.

You bask in the steam and wash away the residue of your workout. You take your time, a rare chance to do so. You step out and find the whole room foggy. Jeez, like a sauna or whatever.

You grab your towel and pat yourself dry, swathing yourself in the cotton before letting the steam out into the hall. You hum that George Michael diddy as you come down to your room and hit the high note just as you find an unexpected figure on the foot of your bed. It's not your teddy bear.

Your heart drops and you barely keep the towel from doing the same.

"August?" You gape in confusion, has the steam made you delirious?

He smirks, the first time you've seen anything but fury in his features. You gulp loudly and clutch the knot of the towel. You don't like that little light in his eyes, like a wolf about to feast.

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theragethatisdesire · 10 months

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much ado about nothing chapter 5 - plug!eren x reader - 18+!!!

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. minors and ageless blogs, please do not read below the cut.

i have successfully kicked my writer's block to the curb and am ready to pick back up on plug!eren!!!! woohoo!! this is the part of the story where it gets really plot heavy and there's a lot of moving parts, so it's been a fun exercise to write and brainstorm. if anything is confusing or u have any theories/questions PLEASE hit my inbox i'm so down bad for plug eren i could talk about him for days.

get ready to meet a new character who is......not the best lol. this is also the first chapter written in eren's pov :o things are about to get interesting!

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specific cws: mentions of smut but nothing outright, alcohol use, swearing, u know the drill

“If music be the food of love, play on. / Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, / The appetite may sicken and so die.” - Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare (Act I, Scene 1)

Eren is, admittedly, a romantic person, especially given his occupation. Not romantic in the cheesy, buying-flowers and kissing-in-the-rain sense, but he appreciates the little details of life. He loves autumn, when the leaves catch on fire with the changing of the season. He loves the little crook of a woman’s neck, that slope where it goes from tendon to shoulder to collarbone. He can appreciate a good bourbon; after years of raiding his dad’s stash, he developed a palate for it early on. Eren’s romantic nature leads him to believe in signs. When the universe tells him something, he listens.

The text still sat in his inbox unopened, marinating in its own bizarre, heartbreaking nature.

> heyyyy lover boy! i’m back from austria! missed u, let’s catch up ;)

Eren knows that Breeze knows him, knows him well enough to understand that his three-week radio silence isn’t a no, it’s a maybe. He hates himself for not immediately texting her back and telling her to fuck off, but after his conversation with you, he thinks it might be the universe telling him it’s safe this time, that he won’t end up a shell of himself. Maybe.

You had been firm in your assertion that you and Eren were better off as friends, and as much as he wanted to fight it, Eren respects women. As much as he can when he’s prone to wrenching their jaws open and spitting in their mouths while he’s balls deep inside them, at least. He’s disappointed, but he respects it, and if he’s honest, he likes you.

He likes your sharp humor, likes the way you tend to keep your hair up off of your neck, likes the way your eyes light up when someone gives you an excuse to talk about your studies. He hasn’t been “just friends” with a woman in a long time, but it’s refreshing, an excuse to go grab a coffee and shoot the shit like a normal person instead of lurking in the corner of a frat party handing out pills like a perverse ice cream truck.

The last three weeks of “friends” have been the best Eren’s had in a long time. You’re easy, that’s what he likes about you. He can drop the cold mask he wears so often, giggle over a stupid meme, listen intently as you prattle on about some long-dead 18th-century author that was “so ahead of her time!”, smirk when you chastise him for doodling little hearts and flowers all over your coursework.

Sure, he still steals a glance down your shirt when he can, and he’d never admit it, but he thinks about you late at night. He thinks about you when he’s in the shower, when he’s got himself in his hand, panting and swearing under his breath, but he manages to feel enough guilt over it to still consider you a friend. You’re caring and considerate and easy, wholesome fun, unlike someone that’s made a sudden reappearance into his life.

After that first night, just when he was starting to entertain the thought of promoting you from one night stand to official fuck buddy, the closest thing to commitment Eren allows himself to maintain these days, Breeze swept back into his life, and you hit the brakes on him. While it may not have been the sign he wanted to receive, Eren’s a romantic, and he listens to the universe, especially when it goes so far out of its way to tell him something.

He’s decided to let Breeze stew for a little while longer. Campus will be clearing out for Thanksgiving break soon, along with most of his business, and he’s going to wait until his hands are empty of work and you before answering her. Plus, she had flitted off to Europe after college like their entire relationship had been nothing more than a passing phase; Eren’s owed at least a little bit of pettiness, right?

> paradise ath 1130! see uthere ;)

Eren snorts at your text. Being as uptight as you are about grammar (you’re constantly hounding him about his texting style, and he’s been making them even more incorrect just to hear you berate him), he knows you’re not just texting quickly, you’re drunk.

“Yo, ‘min!” Eren calls into the kitchen, an excited flutter already rising in his chest beneath his hoodie.

“Yeah?” Armin’s head pops around the doorframe, a dab of ketchup on the corner of his mouth.

“Wanna go to Paradise later?”

“The club?” Armin’s nose wrinkles. Connie’s head appears right beside Armin, a wide grin splitting his face.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Connie answers for both of them before Armin has the chance to shoot the idea down, “who’s going?”

“Like you don’t know the answer to that,” Armin scoffs, ducking back into the kitchen with a roll of his eyes.

“I never took her for a ‘club’ type of girl,” Connie adds air-quotes to emphasize his confusion.

Eren mulls that over for a moment; he doesn’t really take you for a club type of girl either, but from the sound of it, Historia and Sasha have already done the job of getting you good and drunk and talking you into a night on the town. Eren’s always wanted to see what you’re like when you’re well and truly fucked up; every time you indulge him with a story from college, he ends up laughing so hard he’s clutching his stomach and gasping for breath.

Supposedly, when you go all out, you drop the mom-friend act and become a little less tame; is this Eren’s opportunity to get an eyeful for himself? He’s not waiting around to find out.

Eren shrugs. “Come help me make these runs and we’ll go. Armin, you’re driving.”

The drop-offs are uneventful, and as soon as Eren steps foot inside the club, his nose scrunches with distaste. Ironically, he’s never been into the partying scene, much preferring a quiet beer at Scout’s or a blunt on the couch to a club. The music’s horribly loud, bass thudding through the fabric of his hoodie and beating against his chest, and as he looks for you, he can barely see through the mass of bodies and the fog machines. You’re here? It’s difficult for Eren to imagine you, in your favorite flannel and those cute little Vans he likes, tucked against the bar throwing back your signature craft beer. As Connie urges him and Armin in the direction of the bar, calling for green tea shots, Eren nearly regrets his decision, until fingernails dig into his shoulder, spinning him on his heels.

“Hey, you.”

Eren blinks stupidly as you grin up at him through thick, black lashes. He’s never even dared to imagine you like you are now, piercing eyes gazing up at him through a heavy dusting of makeup and the shortest, tightest dress Eren’s ever seen hugging every inch of your curves. You look sinful in a way he’s never seen you before, not even when he was holding you tight to him and wrenching out orgasm after orgasm from your body. He gulps.

“Holy shit– hey,” he lets you pull him in for an overexcited hug, bites down on the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the bulge already swelling in his pants.

“I missed you!” You pinch his cheeks, much to Eren’s dismay.

“Just saw you yesterday– quit pinchin’ me. What are you even doing here? Didn’t think this was your scene.” Eren has to actively keep his eyes trained on your face; there’s a little bead of sweat traveling down the expanse of skin between your breasts that’s making his mouth water. Friends, he scoffs in his mind. Are you trying to kill him?

“Well, it’s not, but Sasha says I need to be more fun, and Stor says I need to find a boyfriend.” You gesture around like it’s obvious. Eren cocks an eyebrow, ignoring the inappropriate envy that twists in his stomach at the mention of the word ‘boyfriend’.

Boyfriends never like the guy friends, it’s practically a law of nature. If you’re dating around, it’s only a matter of time before some square in a button-down steals you away from your coffee dates and movie nights with Eren, but he can’t get too caught up in that now, not when you’re looking up at him all dizzy and sexy and bursting at the seams.

“Don’t know if this is the place for that.”

“That’s what I said!” Oh, you’re drunk drunk, all of your movements overexaggerated and shaky. It makes him want to laugh seeing you like this; his little book nerd, trashed and mere inches away from having her ass out at a club. Well, either laugh or drag you into the bathroom to bend you over the sink. He can’t be sure.

“Hey mama!” Connie shouts over at you, handing you a shot. Eren has half a mind to snatch it out of his hand after catching the slurring in your voice, but he’s too late; you throw it back without so much as a shudder, grinning all wide and wet and pretty when you swallow.

“I didn’t think you’d actually show up,” you tell him, pulling him down by his collar so you can speak into his ear. Eren has to bite back a groan at the feel of your hot lips against his ear. Friends, he reminds himself urgently, pushing you back from him but keeping his hands firm on your hips, relishing in the way your flesh gives under his grip.

“You know the rules. You call, I come.”

“That’s what she said,” you snicker, pinching his cheek again.

“Cut that out!”

“Make me.” Oh fuck, Eren’s going to die. He’s going to die if you keep looking at him like that, bottom lip tucked between your teeth and fuck-me eyes on him.

“You’re not being very friendly,” he manages to choke out, trying his hardest to give you a suspicious look through the dizzying wave of images that flash through his brain. You with your mouth full of him. You spread out on his bed, back arched and fingers twisted in his hair. The little “o” your mouth made when you rode him for the first time. Eren wants to smack himself, jump in a cold shower, something. Get a grip, dude.

“Maybe not,” you shrug, eyes darting over to the bar. “Hurry up and grab a drink, I wanna dance.”

“Not much of a dancer,” Eren admits, taking the beer that Connie hands him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work.”

Eren isn’t sure if he likes or loves the sound of that, powerless against that stupid little dress you’ve got on as you drag him behind you to the mass of bodies he had so disdainfully eyed on his way in. He’s greeted by a loud round of shrieking, one more pinch to the cheek by Historia and a slap on the ass from Sasha. You make a show of teasing him for how pink his face gets, but luckily, your friends are instantly distracted by Armin and Connie’s arrival right behind him. You pull him back down, glossy lips pressed right against his ear.

“I really like this song.” You’re barely audible over the pounding music, but even if Eren hadn’t heard what you said, he’d get the gist from the way you grind against his thigh, slow and sensual. Maybe you are actually trying to kill him.

“Yeah?” He’s breathless, irreparably and embarrassingly caught in the little web you’ve woven.

“Yeah.” You’re moving harder against him now, throwing your arms around his neck and grinding your hips into his. Eren’s only thought is to let his hands fly back to your hips, let you use him like a stripper pole to show off.

He can feel eyes on him, not the eyes of friends, but of other men around him, wondering who the lucky asshole is that’s getting the royal treatment from a girl as hot as you. If he were to be truthful, it’s getting him off, how every eye is on you and, by proxy, him, holding you like a lifeline as you let the beat rock through your body.

So this, this is the party girl you claim to have living deep inside you. This seductive, electric creature moving tantalizing against his body, this is the source of the stories Historia tells him that make you blush? How you could ever be embarrassed of this is beyond him; you’re like a little devil, sent straight from hell just to torture him, and Eren’s mouth is watering.

Song after song goes by, and you don’t let up, don’t let him catch his breath for a moment, moving from facing him to pressing your ass into his crotch and then back again, arms above your head or wrapped around his neck. Eren wishes he was mentally sound enough at the moment to feel ashamed that you can absolutely feel how hard he is through his pants right now, but he’s drunk on you, letting you press into him so insistently he has to tug your dress down for you, letting you drive him so crazy that he’s grateful for the loud music now. He’d die if Connie or Armin could hear the way he’s grunting and groaning low under his breath, powerless underneath you.

Suddenly, as if you haven’t just been riling him up for the last half hour, you back away enough to face him, shaking your empty cup and him and mouthing something that Eren’s still too dizzy to make out.

“Huh?”

“Get me another drink!” you shout over the bass, laughing at him.

Eren nods stupidly, darting away from you before he can grab your jaw, pull your lips to his like he so desperately wants to. Finally out of the throng of bodies, he can feel his head clearing, some semblance of sanity crashing over him. What the fuck has gotten into him? It was just one night, and you’ve kept him at arm’s length ever since, only seeing each other under the guise of coffee, or a beer, or Eren insisting you need to continue your education in the wonders of horror films. You’re drunk, that’s the only explanation; drunk and teasing him like you aren’t going to wake up and throw him right back into the friendzone. He rests both elbows on the bar, shaking his head like he’ll be able to knock some sense into himself if he rattles his brain around a little.

Eren orders your vodka soda and a beer and a shot for himself, something to clear his head and keep his blood pressure manageable. Hopefully, at least.

When he turns around, drinks in hand, that plan flies out the door. There you are, center of the dance floor, hands above your head and hips moving like you’re intentionally trying to make him lose his fucking mind. He tilts his head in interest when a man approaches you, grazes his hands over your hips like he means to start grinding against you. Eren can feel his own hands tightening around the bottle and the plastic cup in his hand, but he holds himself back; he’s got no claim on you, and if you’re willing to entertain the man (who, if you ask Eren, is way below your standards), who is Eren to stop you?

You surprise him in the best way: when the man touches you lightly, you whip around, brows furrowed and a little glitter in your eyes so mean that even Eren nearly flinches. He can’t read your lips in the low light, but he snorts to himself anyway as the man puts his hands up and backs away from you, eyes wide. As if nothing had happened, you spin back on your heel, facing a cackling Sasha with a shrug.

Eren feels a wide, proud smile blooming on his face. As much as he feels an unwarranted protectiveness towards you, he likes watching you get your teeth out and stand up for yourself. Before he can make his way back over to tease you, a voice from his left makes his blood run cold.

“Rennie?!”

Two thin arms are tossed around his neck before Eren can even respond, the familiar scent of vanilla and coconut enveloping him.

“Breeze?” Eren chokes out, too shocked to keep his composure. She pulls away from him and grins, a little diamond glittering from her right canine tooth.

“You didn’t text me back, you tease,” she swats at his chest, snags the vodka soda he’d bought for you right out of his hand, taking a sip. Eren takes the opportunity to swallow hard around the lump in his throat, one last tentative glance towards you before he turns his gaze back to Breeze.

She’s cut her hair, something short and choppy that swings around her ears, and fuck, she’s still just as pretty as he remembers, little freckles on her button nose visible in the darkness of the club.

“Didn’t think you wanted to see me,” Eren shrugs, forcing his face to remain schooled into one of cold apathy. She had left him, like he was nothing to her. He hates her, he realizes, god, he hates her so much it burns in his veins. Breeze cocks her head, frowning.

“Why would you think that?”

“You fucking left me, Breeze, don’t be stupid,” Eren makes a move to steal the drink back from her, but she holds it close enough to her chest that he’d have to practically grope her to take it, and his fingers recoil at the realization.

“Are you double-fisting, or did you buy this for someone special?” She teases, brushing right over Eren’s bristly demeanor. When he doesn’t answer, she raises her eyebrows. “It’s for someone. Well, point her out! Is she cute?”

Breeze turns on her heel, standing on her tiptoes to glance through the crowd. Before he can stop himself, Eren’s grabbing her upper arm, spinning her back to face him with anger blazing in his eyes. When he meets her gaze, her baby blues are alight with mischief, and he knows that no matter which direction he moves, he’s losing whatever little game she has him trapped in. That was the thing about Breeze; Eren was always losing her games.

“Fuck, just…just stop it, Breeze. What are you even doing here?”

“I’m back in town, didn’t you see my text?” Breeze shrugs innocently, sipping your drink.

“Okay, well, welcome back,” Eren deadpans, leaving her question hanging in the air between them. He turns back to the bar to order another cocktail for you, having given up hope of getting the first one back from Breeze, but she’s relentless, has always been that way. She slides up to the bar beside him, smiling demurely up at him.

“I missed you, you know.”

“Wouldn’t have guessed,” Eren scoffs, rolling his eyes. Breeze flinches, but Eren knows her better than that. It’s all an act, it always is.

“I never realized how much I hurt you,” her fingers grazing over his cheek nearly burn with how cold they are in contrast to the heavy, thick air around them, “‘m sorry, Rennie.”

“It’s fine.” Eren hates the way he twitches and nearly leans into her touch when she swipes her fingers over him. How many times has he thought about this, seeing her again after all these years? Everything he’s planned out, everything he’s ever wanted to say is lodged in his throat, a jumble of letters and words so squished out of order that they no longer hold meaning. He doesn’t love her, not anymore, but his body reacts before his brain can stop it, a conditioned response.

“Can we talk about it soon? Maybe over coffee?” Blue eyes blinking up at him earnestly.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Breeze,” Eren rolls his eyes, swallowing thick around the knot in his throat.

“There is,” she insists, “I brought this amazing espresso blend back with me from Florence, and–”

“If I say yes, will you leave me alone for tonight?” Eren can feel the exasperation in his tone, can feel the weight of his mistake weighing on his shoulders. It’s fine, he tells himself, he’ll make up some excuse and get out of it. A long conversation with Breeze about their breakup is the last thing he needs.

“Maybe,” Breeze tucks her lip in between her teeth, a little smile playing at the corner of her mouth, “unless you change your mind.”

“We can talk or whatever another time, but I’m going back to my friends, okay? Go find yours.”

“You’re my friend,” Breeze purrs, one hand stroking over Eren’s bicep, “and I haven’ seen you int–”

“Don’t push it,” Eren nearly growls, scowling down at her. He knows half of the hatred buzzing through his veins is reserved for himself, but he’ll unpack that at home with a blunt, not in the middle of the club with you waiting for him on the dance floor and Breeze staring up at him hungrily.

“Always wound so tight,” Breeze hums, reaching a hand up to squish his cheeks, “but fine. I’ll see you soon.”

She miraculously leaves him there with nothing but a wink, taking your vodka soda with her; Eren’s shoulders slump in relief. Knowing Breeze, it was a wonder she hadn’t tackled him right there. When he turns around for the second time, two drinks in hand, you’re already staring at him. Shit.

You don’t look mad– and why would you be? You’re friends, Eren reminds himself. There’s no reason for you to know who Breeze is; he’s never told you about her, and he never planned on doing so. Eren knows Historia, though, well enough to believe that she told you everything from the godforsaken moment he walked into your apartment that day.

He doesn’t like that look you’ve got, though; again, not mad, but he can see the gears turning behind your eyes. Eren has to practically force himself to walk towards you. Your head’s cocked in confusion, something watery and hesitant glimmering in your eyes through the low lighting. If he didn’t know better, he’d say you almost look hurt, but that wouldn’t be fair, would it? You didn’t want him, you had made that abundantly clear.

“Sorry it took me a while. Long line.” Eren hands you your drink, nearly wincing at how naturally the clearly false statement rolls off his tongue.

“Mhm,” you nod, downing nearly half of your drink in one long slurp. Your movements aren’t fluid and dynamic anymore; you’re stiff as a board, bouncing back and forth on the balls of your feet along to the beat of the song. “I…I actually have to pee, do you mind holding this?”

“Now?” Eren blinks, confused. “I just got your drink.”

You offer him a tight smile. “I wanted to wait ‘til you were back, so you could watch my drink. And so you didn’t think I ran off on you or something.”

“Oh, yeah, go ahead.”

He watches you slink away into the crowd, watches the dozens of eyes follow you, surely wondering what happened to the little firecracker in the middle of the dance floor. Eren knows you get like this sometimes, suddenly pensive and nostalgic, knows that per your own admission, you like to handle it yourself. He hadn’t done this to you, had he?

A firm pinch to his cheek distracts him, pulls him down a foot below his normal standing height. Could everyone just stop pinching his fucking face? “Shit, ow!”

“Was that Breeze?” Historia yells directly into his ear. Eren, six-foot-something of hell on wheels, blushes furiously.

“Dude, was that fucking Breeze, or am I too fucked up?” Connie echoes Historia’s sentiment from over her shoulder, eyes comically wide. Armin’s peering around him, eyes flitting back and forth between Eren, Connie, and Historia as he tries to understand what’s happened.

“Who cares?” Eren snaps at Connie. Historia’s grip on his face loosens, releases entirely. If Eren didn’t like the look that you had given him, he hates the look Historia’s shooting at him right now. All daggers and disappointment. She turns on her heel without another word, making a beeline for the bathroom and dragging Sasha along behind her. Eren doesn’t miss Armin’s eyes either; stripping him to the bone without saying a word.

“Quit looking at me like that,” Eren scoffs, waves a hand in Armin’s direction.

“When did Breeze get back into town?” Armin shouts over the music.

“A few weeks ago,” Eren admits, avoiding Armin’s eyes and looking for a spot at the bar where he can escape the heavy gazes of his friends, run away to drown this conversation in a shot of whiskey.

“Did you–”

“I don’t know, man, you know how she is. She just showed up.” Eren knows he’s being unnecessarily gruff, but in his defense, the last hour or so has been a whirlwind of memory and emotion and lust that he doesn’t have the capacity to deal with.

Armin nods simply, takes a sip of his beer. Eren’s known Armin since they were kids, and he knows Armin can read him like a book. If he had a little less pride, Eren would pull Armin to the side and ask if he can make any sense of what’s going through Eren’s head right now because Eren sure as hell can’t. There’s you, with your skimpy dress and your flirty eyes, grinding on him like you’re going to take him home and fuck him stupid again, like you hadn’t demanded an honest-to-god friendship that Eren happens to very much enjoy. On the other hand, there’s Breeze, flighty and just as much of a ghost as she is a real person, popping back into his life and batting her blue eyes at him like she’d never left.

You’re his friend, and Breeze is his terrible ex. There shouldn’t be a choice here– there isn’t, it’s just the way things are, but Eren feels stuck at a crossroads for some reason.

He finally gets fed up with the music and the bumping of bodies around him and storms off to the bar again, biting back the urge to snap at Connie and Armin who he knows are hot on his heels. Eren’s just looked up from the shot of whiskey burning its way down his throat, acknowledging the dizziness that’s come with his drinks for the night, when he spots you.

You don’t look angry, that’s a small mercy you unwittingly grant him, but you’re cowering. Historia, even being shorter than you, is practically pinning you to the wall outside of the bathroom, shouting at you with her finger in your face. Sasha doesn’t look all too pleased either, arms crossed and a deep scowl written into her features. Eren gets a glimpse of your phone in Historia’s other hand that she’s waving around erratically, and wonders what the hell happens in women’s bathrooms. He’s not exactly sure what prompts it, but he checks his own phone. Nothing.

“Are they fighting?” Connie asks, nose scrunched as he peeks around Eren’s arm.

“Looks like it,” Armin nods, wincing as you try to make a grab for your phone from Historia, resulting in Sasha saving you at the last second from face-planting as Historia holds it out of your reach.

“Should we, like, do something?”

“Absolutely not,” Armin and Eren echo each other, looking at Connie as if he’d just suggested they all walk into oncoming traffic.

Eren watches as Historia grabs you by the wrist and drags you out of the bar, your feeble protests doing nothing to stop her insistent steps. Sasha follows both of you, gently pushing you along by the small of your back and shooting a regretful glance at Connie, mouthing a sorry as you all make your exit. It’s hardly been five minutes before Eren’s phone buzzes.

> had to leave. do you mind paying our tab if i venmo you? it’s under reiss.

Eren bites the inside of his cheek again, not worrying in the slightest about covering the tab, but more so the reason for your abrupt exit.

> yeah i got u everything ok?

> thanks a ton! see u next time.

It’s purposefully avoidant, especially coming from Historia, who never misses a chance to make fun of you good-naturedly. If you had been sick in the bathroom or far too drunk to stay, she would have come out and said it. Eren throws his card down, going to pay the hefty tab you and your friends racked up, but not daring to pay his own. After all of the shit that’s just gone down, he owes himself at least one more drink.

Once he’s signed, he pulls out his phone again, thumb hovering over your text thread, then Breeze’s, then yours again. Mindful of Armin’s prying eye over his shoulder, Eren sighs heftily and shuts his phone off, leaning in to order another shot. The following morning’s approaching quickly, whether he wants it to or not, and he’ll save his fucked-up emotions for the daylight.

#enjoyyyyy #sorry about no smut again but like #we have to get through some PLOT okay #also don't drink and text/call is the lesson from this chapter #trust me it'll make sense #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger series #aot x reader #eren jaeger fanfic #much ado about nothing #much ado universe

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There are several people to blame for this masterpiece and I'd name you all here but I don't want anyone to be uncomfortable. So thanks folks for this brain worm of being railed by Professor Wolfwood that I had to write to get it out of my head. Go with whatever version of Wolfwood you want folks. He's just got some sexy salt and pepper going on.

Pushing a hand through your greasy hair as you tap your foot at the print shop before looking at your watch again. Biting your lip because of the nerves coursing through your system, you only have half an hour until your paper is due and you spent the last eight hours making your final edits. You weren’t a procrastinator by any means, as soon as you’d seen the assignment you had started. The problem was your professor.

Professor Wolfwood was a known stickler for details and grammar and was well known for having made more than one student cry over the years. You’d seen it in person during your first month in his lecture hall. So you knew you needed this paper to be perfect in every sense of the word. Biting your nail as you looked at your watch again and your time was slowly slipping away. The professor was one of the few you had that still believed in paper copies of your work, then again given his field you shouldn’t have been all that surprised, as a theology professor he seems to be rooted in hard copies like the books he lectured on.

After what felt like an eternity you were handed your documents and you ran as fast as your legs would take you towards where Professor Wolfwood’s office was on campus with a third of your final grade in hand. Sliding to a stop and almost landing on your butt as you quickly knocked against the wooden grain of his door and tried to make yourself look more presentable.

“Cutting it close aren’t you?” His voice is gruff as he opens the door and states your name almost as if you’re nothing but dirt he walks on but holds out his hand regardless for you to hand him your paper. Swallowing as his salt and pepper hair seems to wave in an air current you can’t feel, hoping he takes it for nerves and not your attraction to the broad figure before you. If he had been anyone but one of your teachers that you met in a bar or on a date you’d have let the man rail you long before now.

Who wouldn’t with the way his jaw seemed to always sport a five o’clock shadow and his hair was in disarray as if he had just rolled out of bed. The smell of tobacco wafted from his skin with a smell you couldn’t place but it certainly was a smell that had fed many of your fantasies over the weeks you’d been in his classes. Once someone had thrown a bottle of water at him and your entire lecture hall had received an amazing view of the man as his white dress shirt clung to every inch of him. Trying to find your tongue in your mouth before you started drooling you gave a quick nod hoping it didn’t make you seem like a bobblehead. “I know you like perfection, Sir.”

Flipping through your paper before setting one of his dark orbs firmly on you. If you hadn’t been trying to hide the flush on your cheeks you might have noticed the way his eyes darkened the longer he took in your appearance. “Perfection doesn’t exist, but I expect my students to strive for it. Unless you have something else go home, you look like you need a shower.”

Scrambling you started backing away, hitting your back against the corner of the hallway and letting out a soft grunt “Ugh. No sir. See you in class tomorrow.” Waving your hands in front of you as if asking for some kind of forgiveness before turning on your heels, almost tripping over your own two feet, and darting off towards home. Once there you notice the paleness of your skin and the vivid bags under your eyes and the veins of red through the white portion of your eyes. Taking a sniff under your arm you groan. “I should have planned for a shower before I ran to get the print job.”

The next day you woke up feeling refreshed, a quick shower before you crawled under your sheets and slept like the dead. Stretching and planning for a longer shower you feel like you’re on top of the world with a skip in your step, you’ve got a few hours before you need to head to class. With all the work you’ve been doing you haven’t been taking a lot of time with your personal appearance and you plan to shave your legs and trim a few things. Humming as you flick on your radio and head for the bathroom.

Feeling clean an hour later after letting the hot water pound into your muscles you feel on top of the world, grabbing your bag and planning to grab yourself a nice iced tea before heading for campus. Skipping along the sideway as you go and open the app on your phone, accidentally hitting the wrong button and opening the one for the print shop near your apartment that you use.

It’s a good thing you don’t have that drink yet as you freeze looking at the screen. “Version 8.7 printed.” Your heart is starting to race inside your chest as you stare at the version number and try to swallow past the desert that your mouth has become.

Your final version was 8.8.

Jumping into your files and seeing what 8.7 has you groan, ignoring the stare being sent your walk from other patrons walking on the sidewalk. The version you printed has all your editing, all your opening and closing remarks, but it’s missing one massive thing the final version had.

Your citations aren’t on this version. What you wouldn’t do for the ground to open up and swallow you whole right now because without any citations the paper was useless and you just threw that much of your grade down the toilet. Your shoulders start to heave as a sour taste rises along the back of your tongue, all that work down the drain. Staring at the app and the blinking light asking if you want to print the document you have open.

Even if you did print it it’s not like you could explain it to him and you know Friday mornings he goes in late to his office after working with his undergraduate students. Pressing the back of your hand to your eyes.

Wait.

It’s Friday morning.

A terrible thought crosses your mind. He’d never have to know as you hit the button to print on your phone with your plan firm in your pretty little head. For a university student, you’d think you’d be a bit more rational.

You can’t believe how smooth this is going, from printing the correct paper and heading to campus as if you weren’t plotting something nefarious. Even getting into the professor's office had been easy. All you had to do was turn the burnished knob and it opened. You really can’t believe your luck, flipping through his files as you look for your paper in among the stacks.

Half an hour later you don’t feel as lucky, starting to sweat and you know you have to be coming unglued with your ass up in the air as you flip through the files in his desk. It doesn’t make sense. His office is barely bigger than a broom closet even if the window about three quarters of the way up the wall seems to cast some light into the room. “Where is it!” Your voice is desperate as you know your time is running out.

“Where.” A gruff voice echos are the space and you feel your heart stop beating inside of your chest. “Is what?” If you thought Professor Wolfwood was gruff before with the tones lacing his words you know you’re about to be thrown out of your class at a minimum.

“Hi, professor.” You’ve never felt so small before standing up to face him and looking down at the ground, waiting for the screaming to start.

“Don’t you hi me! What the hell are you doing in my office!” The few steps he has to take sound like the thunder of your death march playing. Holding out your paper for him to take and flinching at the way he snatched the stack from your hand. “Oh, this is just perfect.” Slamming the stack on his desk and making you visibly flinch. “Just another filthy cheat, looking for more time to get her paper done.” Rolling his shoulders as he looks to the sky and you feel even worse as your eyes zoomed in on the way the muscles of his neck seemed to tense up. “Just another one of those goddamn pretty little airheads that think she can get by being a pretty little slut, you like everyone looking at you don’t you.”

It stings to hear yourself called that, you worked so hard and now it feels like everything is crashing down around your ears and the professor isn’t done. “Here I thought you were one of the good ones, but no, you’ve proven to be as useless as the rest of them. Is there anything you little desperate whore won’t do to come out on top?” Staring up at him as tears start to line your eyes and the professor is towering over you looking down his nose and you feel more wetness forming. “Oh, now you start with the fake tears you pathetic little bitch. I’m going to have you thrown out of this university and see to it you never get into another higher institution for learning ever again.”

You let out a soft noise as he crowds into you and you try to move back only to have the edge of his desk digging into your back. This close his breath washes over your face and you can smell the tobacco from his last cigarette while the heat from his chest starts to radiate into you. You’re having a hard time comprehending the terror you should be feeling at his words but this close your body is more interested in reacting to his. Now isn’t the time for your body to tell you how you might have a degradation kink. You can even see the white whiskers amongst the hairs on his chin. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Grinding his teeth as he finishes his question and you let out a small whimper when his hips brush against yours.

“I printed the wrong version.” Your voice is more like the wing of a bird on a warm updraft with how low and soft it is.

“Come again?” For the first time since he came in the bite isn’t in his tone even if his chest is still heaving from his rage.

“I printed the wrong version.” Raising your voice a little and pulling your phone from your pocket to show the tanned man that was your professor the date and time stamp from the last time you edited the file.

Taking the phone from you and looking at the information before dragging his hand down his face, making no other motion to move away. His eyes flicker across the screen and you try to hunch more into yourself, feeling something rather stiff between his legs and it’s pressing against you. Biting your lip while his fingers flick along the screen to bring up another page before he lets out a long sigh and you have to do everything in your power not to let out a whimper. This man has to know what an effect he has on some of his students when he makes noises like that and runs his fingers through his hair as if he’s just woken up from a night of fucking someone senseless.

“You were exhausted yesterday.” Handing your phone back to you and you feel a long exhale pass his lips. Lips that before now you never noticed were chapped and looked oh so kissable. “Why didn’t you just tell me what happened?”

You freeze up again as his hands land on his desk effectively caging you in without even realizing it and you try to move, rubbing your thighs together and you regret the action immediately as your core starts to feel moist. “I didn’t think you’d believe me. After all, I’m just some airhead.” You shrug or try to, hoping throwing his words back at him will get you a little space. The last thing you need is for your professor, your exceptionally hot professor that you are starting to fantasize about bending you over his desk and fucking you like an animal, realizing you want in his pants.

Groaning and letting his head drop before whispering “I didn’t mean to call you that, you’re one of the brighter students I’ve had in a while.” With his head downward it’s like he finally takes notice of the position the two of you are in, licking his lips and you want to grab his face and suck on the tip of that tongue. “Shit this is an awkward position.”

“If you want to scream at me some more we could pretend it’s roleplaying.” You blanch as soon as the words pass your lips. That was not a smart goddamn idea. All your earlier attempts at hiding your flushed face and growing arousal are out of the window as your professor raises one of his dark eyebrows in response.

“I must be more exhausted than I thought because you couldn’t have enjoyed that.” A fraction of a movement of his arm and it brushes against the edge of your shirt making it rise just enough that skin is touching skin.

Hearing him voice it, you can see the fine lines along his eyes and the barely discernible bags under his eyes. The collar of his shirt has a stain from the sweat from brushing against his neck all day in and out, so vivid compared to when you’re sitting in your chair in the lecture hall. If you had thought you were running on empty yesterday he’s even more past that point. “Maybe.” Licking your lips and taking a chance since you’ve already dug part of a hole for yourself so why not finish it. “It’s obvious you get some enjoyment if your pants are anything to go by.” He’s not hard enough for it to be visible but you are wedged against his crotch and there is no denying what you feel against your core.

“I have eyes.” The growl that follows the statement is clear and your panties are damp from the steady stream of fluid dripping from you. “I’m as affected by attractive people as much as the next person.”

The two of you are at a stalemate neither moving away nor closer, you never would have thought being ripped into you would get you so horny but it did and now you want nothing more than to be railed by your sin-inducing theology professor. “If you find me attractive, then why don’t you punish me for being a bad student. I did break into your office and go through your files, how do you know I didn’t change my grade in your records?” Your heart is thumping hard in your chest and you find it a little hard to swallow but there’s a current along your skin and a churning in your gut.

You don’t need to look down to know his pants have grown tighter, emboldened by his reaction you roll your hips and let out a noise as his firm length rubs along your covered cunt. “Fuck.” A long blink and one of his cheeks are sunk in as if he’s biting the inside of it. A low rumble from him that has your core clenching in response. “If you want this, I want it perfectly clear I'm not having sex with my student. I’m punishing a nosey brat who broke into my office.” His eyes are like jet pools and you can’t help but stare at the way his adams apple seems so prominent along his neck.

“I’d really like to be punished.” Letting your voice drop and moving so you’re flush against him and wrapping your hands around his neck. “Sir.”

It’s like a switch as his lips crash against yours with enough force to clack your teeth together, one of his rough hands tangled in your hair and pulling your head back so he can dominate your mouth. The taste of cheap cigarettes and a hint of something you don’t know on his tongue as he shoves the muscle into your mouth forcing you to move in tandem with him. His other hand gripping one of your butt cheeks and squeezing the flesh in his wide palm moaning into the kiss. If it could be called a kiss with how domineering it is.

Grinding his hips into you, you let out a whimper that's lost under his grunts and the sound of his tongue plundering your mouth, he’s hard now and there’s no doubt he’s one well endowed man. Breathless as his mouth pulls away from yours if it wasn’t for his hands on you and his desk behind you, you think you might have slumped to the ground. Letting out a shuddering breath as you try to calm down your racing heart. “Look at you, a desperate pathetic mess.” The hand on your butt sliding to your crotch and rubbing your inner thighs. “Breaking into someone's office and sticking that fine ass of yours in the air like a little bitch in heat.” Tugging on the strands of your hair making you hiss as your eyes roll into the back of your head as his words have you panting for a different reason now.

“As much as you deserve a harsh punishment we’re short on time.” Slapping your covered cunt and your reeling as he steps back releasing your hair and his fingers are quick to unsnap your pants and shove them down your hips with your underwear. “Filthy slut, you were getting off on rooting around my desk. These skimpy things are drenched.” Shoving two of his thick digits into your core and curling them against your walls. You’re embarrassed about the low keen that you make from the sudden intrusion. “What happened to all that bravado earlier? Just like a pathetic bitch putting on a show until something is inside that desperate hole.”

In a matter of seconds, he has you flipped around with your chest pressed against the desk and can hear his belt and zipper being undone. “I have something bigger to fill that hole.” Letting out a wordless scream as he splits you open on his cock, only for a hand to slap over your lips. “Such a loud slut.” You moan and whimper beneath his hand as your walls spasm while you try to adjust to his girth stretching you wide open. You’ve never felt so hot in all your life, moaning as he leans over you and it places more pressure against your insides and you’re crushed against his desk. “Now I need you to be quiet, or we might get caught.”

Sliding his hand away you let out a mewl as your pussy clenches around him like a vice. “Professor.”

“Nicholas.” Starting to slowly pull out of your tight walls as the spasming slows. “I told you, we’re not fucking as student and professor. You’re a desperate hole I’m going to use after breaking into my office.” The first few thrusts are measured and slow but that doesn’t last once your slick is covering his cock and he glides in your tight cunt.

You're feeling warm as you pant “Nicholas” his name like a prayer as his hips start to pound away inside of you and you’re seeing stars. Your fingers grip the wood as best as you can, you can’t do anything else with the way he has you positioned, gasping as the weight that had you trapped against the desktop is removed and he starts slamming harder into your core.

“It makes sense now, you wanted to be punished did you little bitch? To have me rail you and this tight damn cunt of yours.” The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet squeching of your thighs as he fucks so thoroughly you can barely think. “What I’d give to push you to the edge over and over again and hold back, but fuck it’s been a while. Now tell me where you want it because we’re almost out of time.”

You swallow as your pussy grips him like a vice hearing how close he is, and you know what you want. “Inside. I'm on the pill.” Whining as his hand tangles in your hair once more and tugs your head back hovering at the edge of pain.

“Greedy little slut, you better keep all my cum in that tight little hole of yours then.” A few more thrusts and you hear him groan long and low as he spills himself inside of you. You don’t even care that you didn’t get to cum yourself as it feels like an impossible amount is pumped inside of you. Mewling at the warmth spreading inside of you.

A nasally exhale above you as you try to catch your breath before one of those rough warm palms slaps your ass before rubbing it. Surprised when he lowers his chest to your back once more and releases your hair to kiss your neck just below your shirt collar. Whimpering as he pulls out, missing the way he filled you already. Those warm hands slid your panties back in place before stepping back and turning you to face him, his eyes on your now covered core and watching as the darkening fabric spreads outwards. You take the time to look between his own legs and feel your eyes grow to plates, he’s thick and the base of his cock has the same salt and pepper pattern as his hair. Damn that man is hung and you lick your lips wanting to have it split you open again. “That’s a very nice dick, Nicholas.”

A brief laugh before he finishes pulling your pants up and closing them with a pant to your pussy before tucking his softening length back inside his slacks. Digging through his briefcase for a bottle of water and a pack of cigarettes. “Take that and get yourself cleaned up.” Placing one of the white sticks between his teeth and you feel a little jealous. “You look like you’ve been thoroughly fucked and you still need to get to class.” Pushing the window open before flicking his light. “I’d rather we not be seen walking in together.” Turning away from you and you feel a little bit of shame at the fact you just let your professor cum in you like some whore.

Turning on your heels hoping no one sees you before you get to the bathroom to try and clean yourself up only to hear your name. “Don’t clean up between your legs. I expect to see my cum dripping out of your thighs when I continue your punishment later.” Oh, you are so fucked. Hurried steps taking you out of his office and to the nearest washroom, and when you look in the mirror he is right. You do look like you just had been in the ringer and you didn’t even cum yourself.

Taking your seat in the lecture hall you’re glad for the water bottle Nicholas gave you, taking a sip and hoping no one looks to closely at you. As much as you had been able to fix your appearance you still feel like if someone looks at you they’ll be able to tell that your shared professor’s cum is still deep in your core with some of the opaque liquid seeping out of you. Walking down the hall it felt like it had been dribbling down your thigh and you were self-conscious as you sat there. For all your fear though, you were equally as excited the flames your tanned professor had brought blazing to life might have been simmering now but the embers still had you warm.

That promise of continuing later had you swimming in a torrent of hormones and emotions, the image of his flaccid dick flashing in your mind and you had to bite your lip. Damn, you wanted to feel him again, have him ravage your insides all while telling you what a slut you were. You didn’t think you were into that before but now? If Nicholas wanted to put a collar on you, strip you naked, and tell you to beg for his cock with your ass up in the air you’d have begged as if your life depended on it.

The slamming of the door near the dais of the hall and you had to hold back the whimper you wanted to let out as Nicholas, no Professor Wolfwoof strode into the space. He looked just a bit more put together than when you had left him but still looked exhausted. Or maybe after being that close to him, you could still see it. “Oh good.” His voice has that low timber to it that your cunt can’t help but quiver as a reaction as he surveys the room. “At least half of you could be bothered to show up. To carry on with our last discussion...” There isn’t any preamble as he launches into the subject just like every other lecture of his you’ve attended for class.

With your notepad open you do your best to take note of what he’s saying, following the high points he brings up about today's subject. You know you’ll have to read up on it later as his voice is going in one ear and right out the other, the sound of his voice like velvet and you can’t help but rub your thighs together. Trying to gain the smallest relief as your clit throbs and your panties grow damper stuck to your slick skin, more of his seed dribbling from your clenching core.

Watching him walk and taking notice of the way his broad hands sweep along as he speaks, the same hands that had been squeezing your ass less than an hour ago. Taking another sip of water to try and hide your swallow, because you’d rather feel those hands on your hips once more.

As his gaze moves across the lecture hall and lands on you, you feel your heart rate skyrocket as the tip of his tongue partially licks his lips. Shifting your thighs once more as another dribble leaves you, and from the way his eyes darken momentarily before moving on you know he’s seen you and how flustered you are.

The hot asshole smirks, and you wonder if he knows how you feel with his cum slowly dripping from you, making you sticky and oh so horny.

It’s the worst class you’ve ever had, sitting there suffering your growing arousal and knowing the man responsible for it is carrying on as if nothing is wrong. Or unlike you, he’s far better at hiding it. A soft call of your name has you turning to the person next to you. “Are you alright? You look like you’re flushed or something.” Shit. They look really concerned as they watch your reaction.

“Yeah.” Trying to whisper and trailing a hand down the side of your neck. “Just feeling warm. Are you warm?” You can try and play of the heat on your face as maybe starting to just feel a bit under the weather. They shake your head and you give a weak smile.

“Care to share the conversation with the rest of the class?” Flinching a little as the professor's voice booms across the room and your pussy betrays you with a hard clench that has your abdomen tensing with it.

“Professor” At least you don’t have to answer as the other student speaks up and says your name. “Doesn’t look all that well. I was asking if she feels ok.”

As his dark eyes land on you, you scramble, you're just goddamn horny and he knows that. “Apologies Sir. I just feel warm all of a sudden, maybe I’m sitting under a vent or something? Really I’m alright and I do apologize for interrupting your lecture. It was rude.” You hope he sees it as an attempt to deflect away from your current predicament and your stupid body feels warmer as his eyes keep staring at you.

“It is a little on the warm side in here today. Perhaps you should drink your water or leave instead of being a disruption.” You’ve never been so glad your professor is a dick as half the students in the lecture hall wince at the bite in his words as he goes back to giving his lecture. Taking a larger swig of water before glaring at the classmate who started the problem, you might as well add to the drama by making it seem like you’re upset at having the professor's venom thrown at you.

Thankfully they don’t say anything else and you make a conscious effort to drink the rest of your water throughout the class. Missing the way the professor's eyes would glance at you when you did, and the subtle tightening of his pants.

By the end of the three hour lecture, you’re ready to burst from the burning arousal that’s had time to build in you since you had been called out for having a conversation. Every flick of the professor's eyes had you tensing, his voice changing in cadence making your pussy spasm and your clit was throbbing painfully against the sodden fabric. You almost jolted as your classmates hand landed on your shoulder, looking at you a little sheepish as they whispered your name while most of your classmates left through the doors at the back of the atrium. “Are you sure you’re ok? Do you want to go to the clinic or something?”

“I’m fine.” Rolling your shoulder to try and dislodge their hand. “If I wanted help I’d ask and please don’t touch me.”

“You don’t need to be a bit-”

“Pardon the interruption but is there a reason the two of you are still here?” The venom is back in the professor's voice and he’s right beside you watching your interaction with a sneer.

“No, we were just leaving.” Your classmate still hasn’t removed his hand from you and you snap back, there is no way you’re leaving with them.

“Are you deaf? Take your hand off me, I don’t need you to walk me out.” Batting his hand away you’re surprised when the professor slips between the two of you.

“I think it best if you leave.” Coughing slightly and you can tell he’s making a point to let the other students know they will if they know what’s best for them. Snapping your name you flinch. Shit. “You sent me an email saying you needed to discuss something about your paper with me?”

Stammering out a quick “Yes Sir.” You didn’t think right after class he’d want to continue from earlier or maybe he’s using it as an excuse to make sure the other student does leave.

The lecture hall is silent except for the sound of stomping feet and once that fades you’re surprised once more as the professor walks up the stairs as well, the doors are tucked behind a wall but the sound of them locking rings about the space before he returns. “I’d rather if we aren’t interrupted.” Waving his hand towards the table on the dias that he occasionally uses to display items for one of his lectures you follow behind him. “What’s your experience with BDSM?”

You almost choke and fall on the steps at how casual he sounds. “Ugh none.”

“I should be the one apologizing then, earlier I simply took control and you had no mechanism to stop me or put any boundaries in place. I’d like to rectify that if you want to continue with your punishment.” Leaning on the table with his long legs crossed, the action puts his growing bulge on display for you and you swallow.

“I do. I really do. Every time you looked at me during the lecture I wanted to melt thinking of your dick.” There isn’t a point to lying to him, because it’s the truth.

“Well darlin', let’s get into the rules.” Launching into an explanation of basic BDSM etiquette and explaining the stop light system to you. You nodded and asked questions of him, and in short order, he had a better understanding of what you felt were subjects you didn’t want to talk about and how far he could push you physically. “Ready to finish your punishment?”

You give a brief nod “Yes Sir.” Slipping close to his body and groping his cock, the tendons of his neck stand out and you lean in to lick along the straining tissue.

“I see my desperate little hole with legs is ready for more.” Gripping your hair to use like a handle and tilting your head away from his neck so he can slot his lips over yours. Almost snarling as he does so and your body responds with a low hum as you shake against him, his teeth sinking into your lower lip before swiping his broad tongue over it. “We just started and you’re already losing that false bravado.” Your grip on his dick had loosened but when your whole body is suddenly on fire, well it’s hard to think. “I guess we’ll see if you can at least follow directions, if not I might have to punish you a different way.”

The hand not in your hair is at your pants again, forcing them down your legs and to the floor while his mouth is back on you. His tongue forces its way past your parted lips as he slides his finger along your covered slit, a noise of satisfaction at the way the damp fabric sticks to the rough digit. Your hands flail before landing on his shoulders trying to keep yourself upright and your chest pressed tightly to his at the awkward angle. Rising to your toes as he starts to finger you through the wet cloth of your panties, while his tongue dominates your mouth once more.

Pulling away harshly he drops with his knees bent and still on his feet so his eyes are level with your covered pussy. Pushing the sodden fabric away from your slit and pressing a single digit inside of you and curling it as he removes it with a wet slurp inspecting it in the light to see the globs of his cum stuck to his fingers with some of your own juices. “Good little slut.” Sticking it in his mouth and sucking it clean with a groan. “Since you can listen and do as you’re told, your punishment won’t be as severe. I’m going to fuck you on this table and let you cum. This time.” Getting you to step out of your pants and Nicholas has you leaning back against the table but not before sliding the flat of his tongue along your folds and smacking his lips as he stands. Grabbing fistfuls of your ass and lifting you into the air so you’re sitting on the cold surface.

“Pro-Nicholas. It’s cold.” Whining as your body trembles from the difference in temperatures as he works his pants open and lets them drop to the floor. His boxers shoved down his thighs until his cock can bob in the air freely and you can’t help but stare at the large balls hanging from them.

“You’ll be warm soon, once this dick splits you open again you’ll have nothing to complain about hole.” Slapping your ass harshly as he grinds his teeth giving himself a pump or two. “And that’s Sir right now slut. Consider it your only warning.”

“Yes Sir.” Moaning as he lines himself up with your messy slit and another hand between your breasts pushing your back again the surface of the table.

“Remember your colors.” A quick reminder before he slides himself home with a groan, tossing his head back you start to pant like a bitch in heat as your walls welcome his burning length deep inside you again. With the height of the table, the two of you are perfectly aligned for him to slide in and out of your dripping pussy with ease and he sets a rapid pace. “Such a good little whore, you like this don’t you.” His hands on the top of your knees keeping your legs spread open for him as he ruts into you. “Getting fucked in a lecture hall, where anyone could walk in and see.” Your stomach tenses from his words, the voice at the back of your head whispering how the doors are locked drowned out by the idea of someone seeing the two of you like this. What a fucking scandal that would be, the meanest teacher on campus fucking a student like he wants to breed them. “Shit, you do like that.”

Pulling you more to the edge of the table so he can change the angle and you mewl squirming in his grasp as the head of his cock is rubbing against your G spot. The churning in your gut grows stronger and you can’t help but pant and arch your back. “Sir. I’m gonna cum.”

“Then touch yourself and cum on this fat dick slut.” You shouldn’t be as turned on by his dirty talk as you are, attributing part of it to the rasp that drips from every word but your fingers are on your clit as soon as he told you to touch yourself. Rubbing them circles over the hard bundle of nerves with the hood pulled back, Nicholas never relents and you’re slumping when your release hits you to the table with a noiseless scream.

Nicholas grins as he changes his hold on your legs once more but never stops bucking into your supple hole, dragging out your orgasm as long as can. Your tight cunt feels like heaven and he doesn’t remember the last time he got off using his hands, which means it’s been even longer since his cock was surrounded by the warmth of another person. He’d already spilled in you once today and if you let him a second time he was going to blast a load as deep in your cunt as he physically could.

“Hmmmm, yellow.”

Stopping the movement of his hips when you utter the color and his hand sweeps along your quaking middle. “Yellow as in you’re approaching your limit, or yellow as in you need a break?” As much as Nicholas wants to keep fucking your tight hole he wants to respect your boundaries.

“Overstimulated. Need… to… calm down.” As you speak broken words he chuckles, not removing his dick from your core.

“Alright. Tell me when you want to keep going if you do.” Shifting his hold on you once more so your legs can rest over his arms as you catch your breath. Nicholas can’t help but stop grinning, seeing you split open like that for him. Damn, he could get used to this, you weren’t bad to look at and you had a decent head on your shoulders even if today showed you didn’t always think clearly. Thanking the god of every religion he taught about that you made that mistake or he might not be buried between your thighs right now.

As you come down from your high with an arm draped over your face you let out a long exhale, moving it enough to see Nicholas looking down at your body like it’s a temple he’s about to worship. You’re struck that you haven’t seen him fully naked yet and it’s something you want badly. “Green.” Your voice is steady as you say the word and you wonder if you can come up with a way to see him again after this.

“Back to the game.” A few languid thrusts and then he’s back to ramming into you like his sole purpose is to turn you into a puddle on the table. “Now that you’ve had your reward slut, it’s time for your punishment. I’m gonna cum long and hard inside this tight cunt of yours, but only if you beg me for it.”

“Yes!” It doesn’t matter that you just had your release, a second one is already building from the ashes of the old one and the idea of Nicholas filling you up again has gone straight to your head. A hand slapping your ass and you know you need to actually beg. “Please, Sir! I’m just a desperate hole for your dick! Cum in me! I beg you!” Your voice grows in volume as you plead for him to finish in you, gasping as he pulls your butt to the edge of the table and tossing your legs over one of his shoulders.

“Since you begged my little bitch, I’ll fill you up. Again and again.” Like this, your walls are even tighter and you can’t help but squirm from the pleasure flooding your system as the veins of his cock rub against your insides deliciously. A noise you didn’t even know you could make echoing around the room as he puts his weight on your legs so the head of his cock is almost hitting your cervix. “The next time we fuck.” Panting now as his hips start to stutter, growing close to his second release of the day. “I’m” One hand is pushing the fabric of your shirt up. “Putting” The other is holding your hip in place so you can’t slide back across the table. “You.” The hand under your shirt is starting to knead your breast and you moan. “In” Rough digits push your bra away. “A mating press.” Those same digits squeeze your hard nipple as the hairs at the base of his cock brush your clit and your neck arches as your release slams through you.

Nicholas hisses through his teeth as your pussy squeezes around him as his balls empty his seed inside you once more, the sensation of being milked as more and more cum is drawn from his balls and he can’t help but think of next time. Maybe he’ll fuck you in a bed. Or a shower. Easier clean-up.

When you return to your senses, Nicholas is still inside of you but you can feel as his member is softening inside your walls and his release is dripping down the globs of your butt. “Nicholas?” His hand that was rubbing your sides under your shirt stills as he lets out a soft noise.

“Hmm?”

“Can we see each other again?” Licking your lips as you expect him to say he’ll see you every week for the rest of the semester. “Like this, having sex?”

“Well, I was hoping when you woke up you’d be down for round three. My apartment is two roads over. Or at least follow me there for a shower since I owe you that at least.” Oh, you’ll take him up on both options. Walking out later on unsteady legs and discussing what it means going forward, even if you’re far too focused on the idea of choking on his cock at some point instead of his words.

After all. He’s hot and you’re down for him and that monster between his legs anytime and anywhere.

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霊圧 + 淫慾. // spiritual pressure + lust. [twoop x sy]

𝐒𝐈𝐗, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. by sashi-ya 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 & 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 . 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ

tw: NSFW. threesome. oral. dom! byakuya. cream pie // wc: 1.4k // masterlist // tag list: @tealcat001 @dumbbitch223 @bookandyarndragon // colab with @the-witch-of-one-piece

“Renji, we should call it for the day” Kuchiki Byakuya, captain of the sixth squad of the Gotei 13 announces to his vicecaptain. “Oh! Taicho! Alright!” Renji, obidiently sheets his zanpakuto and unties his hair as both will be heading to the sixth division training barrack’s shower. It’s usual that they get to train a little more than the rest of the members of the squad, since, of course, they are the strongest.

Byakuya, also unties his hair down and the drops of sweat garnishing his temples are gonna soon be cleaned by lukewarm, yet refreshing, water.

“Have you seen (Name), Renji?” he asks, putting his beloved Senbonzakura over his bench to untie his hakama pants. “I know she wasn’t feeling well today, so she excused herself to go to the bathroom. It’s pretty hot today, taicho” Renji informs what he knows about you, the third seat of their squad.

Sudden steps coming from the entrance alert the naked long haired men. “Who is it?” Kuchiki taicho asks, to finally widen his blue eyes as big as the moon.

“Ah… put on some towels, come on!” you joke, hiding behind a tower of fresh cleaned towels. Renji turns as red as his own hair and quickly covers his crotch with his hands. Inked lines that travel all around his body are the perfect companion for those strong muscles.

Byakuya, who, believes has every right to look down at you, however, does not cover himself. His imponent pale skin, so tempting for you to leave endless marks on them, brights in front of you. His delicate hands rest on each side of his hips, and his widen eyes slowly go back to his usual antipathetic stare.

“What are you doing in our bathroom?" he asks, winning the war in between your sight and his. It makes you look to the side, you are surely unable to keep looking at him without drooling at his nakedness. “Helping the laundry workers, what else?” you answer back, rather insolently and soon you understand how not ok was that.

“I might not be wearing my haori, but I’m still your captain (Name)” he scolds you, owning a subtle giggle coming from you. You are well aware that you shouldn’t be laughing, but, he is giving you orders while naked as if it was completely normal.

You dare to leave the towels over the bench next to you. You have decided to act as if he wasn’t naked, to see, if, perhaps, he stops being so blatant for once in his life.

“You know I’m your captain, right?” he repeats, he is not pleased with your lack of respect… and truth is, that you love to tease him, and even if Renji doesn’t know… you have indulged in the consequences of such disrespect.

You smirk, making his skin become bumpy and his breathing hasty. Kuchiki taicho has a single weakness, and that is, you.

“Kneel down” he commands, making Renji gasp absolutely clueless for what is about to happen.

You lick your lips, and obbey your captain. “Yes, captain ~” you mumble, kneeling against the humid floor of the bathroom. Byakuya takes a single step towards you, just enough for him to grab a full fist of your hair.

“You understand you are below me, right?” he asks, subtly shaking your head. Byakuya might be playing dominant now, but he won’t ever hurt his precious secret -not so secret anymore- lover. Your puppy eyes scan his growing erection, but it is Renji what intrigues you the most. What’s his reaction to this? for sure he might be about to burst a blod vessel or even worse.

Byakuya guides his sex to your lips, and as his tip pushes his way inside your eyes gets fixed in the red haired man next to you two. With a lustful look you reach for his leg, pulling him closer as he was planning to run away -but not really-.

“Stay, Renji” Byakuya orders, with a soft “hah” at the end because of his sex reaching your throat. “Taicho?” he asks, urging his captain to wake him up from this weird dream.

“She wants you to stay” he finishes, sticking his dick out of your mouth and moving your head towards his vicecaptain. You smirk, picking up with the tip of your tongue little traces of Byakuya’s precum from the commissure of your mouth.

Renji swallows, and slowly takes his hands off his crotch. Obviously, it was too evident he was hard and dripping, but this was by far immoral and strange to say the least.

Your captain presses your cheeks to open your mouth; you stick your tongue out. Luring the tattooed pal before you to succumb to your tempting wet mouth. First, the tip, then the whole length. Everything and more fits inside you, even against your throat, with little gags that make Renji’s legs become weak.

Byakuya’s smirk is as surprising as the whole situation for him, but, nevertheless, Renji enjoys the special treatment of apparently his captain’s personal bitch.

“You seem to like his dick more than mine, (Name)” your lover spit, and you detect slight traces of jealousy on his deep -but sweet- voice. “Don’t get too jealous, Bya ~” you purr, with tears on the corner of your eyes since Renji has been fucking your mouth, mercilessly.

“Jealous? You are mine, don’t you ever forget that” he states. And it’s beautiful to hear him claiming you as his property. “If you like Renji’s dick that much, then keep sucking it while I fuck you until I’m satisfied with you” he states. Byakuya’s horny words are out of this world, and you wish you could hear them more often.

You wink an eye at Renji in complicity. The red haired, who is absorted from reality at this point keeps dripping precum mixed with the traces of your saliva on his shaft. He is speechless, because even if he knows his captain might be reckless, never in his craziest dreams he thought the upright Kuchiki Byakuya would be doing such things.

Your now self proclaimed owner walks around you until he is on your back. He grabs his sharp zanpakuto to cut your shihakusho in just one single swing of his blade. You sigh… there it goes the third uniform of the week.

“All fours, keep sucking his dick while I fuck you” he commands; Byakuya seems annoyed, and yet as hard as ever, with your attitude towards a second dick.

You do as he tells, and can’t help but smile wide at his childish attitude. Of course, poor Renji must not be neglected, and your hands quickly surround his dick back again. Pumping and slurping, you feel your lover inspect your wet entrance. He is preparing himself to impale you, and fuck you as hard as he usually does when he feels the anxiety and stress of a hard day building up inside his body.

Again, the whimpering creature whose name used to be Renji, moves his hips against you to go deep, deep your throat. And as deep as he goes, Byakuya does too. Your eyes become white from the pressure on both sides, and a million stings of pleasure travel your body.

Your captain’s nails carve marks on each side of your waist, a little too hard from what you are used to, but you enjoy it either way… those marks will be kissed in private by him, you are sure about that.

And when the grip is now in your hair, he moves your head in and out, violently to suck Renji’s dick even harder. Reaction you wouldn’t like to ever forget, as your vice captain becomes teary from all the pleasure. And all that pleasure makes him cum, bathing your lips and chest as Byakuya won’t allow you to swallow other’s cum that’s not his.

Renji falls to the ground, hitting his knees hardly in front of a mewling you. Byakuya’s hips are thrusting in you like never before, and you are sure -as well as Renji- that you won’t be walking properly in at least for a couple of days.

The red haired, cleans your face from his releasing mess, still looking at you with impressed expression. And his sight goes from you to his captain, him praying to the lords not the get hard again, just in case.

You come soon after, trembling and with clenching walls around Byakuya’s pulsating cock. Milking motions that make him grunt loudly as his climax also hits him.

“And just a reminder, the only one who can fill your mouth or your pussy with cum, is me”

“Yes, Kuchiki taicho” “Yes, Kuchiki taicho”

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