#*slithers back into oblivion*

[mirkwoodmunson]

insomnia

eddie munson/f!reader

sfw

If it weren’t for Eddie sleeping peacefully by your side, you’d be crying in frustration right about now. The aching pull of sleep behind your eyes was a constant reminder that if you could just relax, you’d be out cold. But whether it be your heart or your mind, your body betrays you; so, despite your exhaustion, you lie awake in Eddie’s bed at four o’ clock in the morning.

Your legs are tingling with restlessness and it starts to reach your arms, you dare yourself to stay still, wallowing in discomfort to save Eddie the ordeal of waking up just to help you fall sleep. As many times as he’d tried humming to you, rubbing your back, tried talking you to sleep, the stress of wanting to give him that satisfaction of lulling you into slumber kept you awake despite his best efforts. More-so on your part you’d decided it best not to indulge in that frustration just to have him awake with you. He needed rest, too, and you’d either fall asleep, or you wouldn’t. Mornings when he could tell you hadn’t rested were a blessing within your curse, anyway — he’d coo and sweet-talk you, rub your back apologetically and bring you a cup of coffee in bed, tending to your enervation.

When the dark night begins to give way to the earliest of the sun’s light, it’s a bit too much to bear, and you rub your eyes with a soft sigh of irritation before carefully climbing out of his bed. You grab one of his discarded sweatshirts off the floor and pull it over your head, arms wrapped tight around yourself as you leave his bedroom, gently closing the door behind you.

Wayne is still working the night shift, leaving the rest of the empty trailer to your devices. For a little while you watch some TV, curled up on the couch with your arms around your knees — early morning reruns of Batman, infomercials pleading you to buy K-Tel albums and Ginsu Knives.

You could pass for a zombie right now.

TV does nothing but worsen the ache in your eyes, still restless, so you switch it off in favor of staring out the window. You might as well be the last person alive on planet Earth. The trailer park is silent, still, hardly even a breeze shuffling the flora. You brush away an intrusive thought that encourages you to go outside and scream as loud as you can. Satisfying as it might be, it likely won’t help you sleep. You’re not even sure sleep is what you’re after anymore, what good would it do you now? Either way at this point, you’d still be exhausted in the morning.

Hell, it practically is morning.

You take to pacing to wear out your restlessness, down the hall to Eddie’s closed door and back to the living room - repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. You close your eyes on the sixth rotation, you’re a ghost haunting the Munson household at this point, you know every angle of this trailer like the back of your hand.

What you don’t expect is to collide with something, someone — which you do, walking straight into a pillar of warmth and soft chuckles. The run-in elicits from your lungs a shriek, silenced midway by Eddie clamping a hand over your mouth, your eyes snapping open to find him grinning down at you as he laughs softly.

“Christ, you scream like a banshee.”

You smack his hand away half-heartedly and heave a sigh, “you scared me!”

“I’m not the one practicing my zombie shamble in the dark — I nearly grabbed the bat! Have you been bitten?”

He playfully tugs at your arms, pulling up the sleeves of his sweatshirt you wear, swiping calloused fingers against you, checking over your skin in a mock assessment. Everywhere he checks, he plants a warm little kiss, making you blush and squirm away from him.

A nightlight plugged into an outlet in the kitchen casts him in a warm glow, and you can see how sleepy he is, likely waking up for a quick piss only to find you meandering the short and narrow hallway like you were sleepwalking. His hair hangs in a tangled ruffle, wearing a ratty and bleach-stained band tee where only a few letters of the name are visible — if not worn — the rest faded away from years of washing and wearing and washing again; sleeves ripped off to promote his shoulders and biceps. The shorn hem ends just at his navel, showing off a bit of his soft belly and the trail of hair leading down into boxers that hang low on his hips.

After all this time he still makes you soft, and you for him.

In the silence of your admiration he ceases his playful ministrations to look at you, brown eyes cast to black in the near-dark — you could fall into them forever for all you cared. But he rests a curled finger against the underside of your chin to capture your full attention, or at least as much of it as he can have in your sorry and depleted state.

“Can’t sleep, huh?”

“No, actually, I just really like pacing back and forth at five a.m.”

He snorts and lightly shoves your shoulder, before pulling you back and into his arms, his splayed hand rubbing your back as he rests his face in the crook of your neck and breathes you in.

“M’sorry.”

“Not your fault,” you mumble, giving in to his comfort with a soft sigh as your eyes fall closed, winding your arms around his middle and tucking yourself against him.

“Can I do anything?”

“No, baby, it’s okay. I don’t wanna keep you up — I think sleep is a lost cause for me at this point.”

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, lifting it from your neck to pout at you. “Lemme help. Let me try, even just an hour or two would do you good. Just let me try. Please? I really don’t mind.”

How can you refuse this giant puppy? You groan softly in resignation and firmly plant your face square in his chest, rubbing into his shirt as he laughs softly and continues to stroke your back.

“Fine,” your voice comes muffled. “Misery loves company.”

Eddie laughs again and kisses into your hair before ruffling it, “misery is fucking cute when she’s tired. Go on, go lie down, I’ll be right there — I gotta take a piss.”

“Eeewwww,” you bemoan teasingly.

Eddie snorts and retorts with a lighthearted swat to your ass to which you squeak, sending you on your way.

As he heads into the bathroom, you trudge back into his bedroom, collapsing into the bed with a weary groan, burying yourself in the messed sheets, waiting for his return. He joins you again a few minutes later, sliding into the bed beside you and greedily pulling you into his arms, squeezing you in a warm hug before you relax together in your entanglement.

Eddie pulls all the moves he can think of as he lies on his back with you pulled up against him, your head resting on his chest so you can feel the steady rise-and-fall movement of his breathing, the thud of his heart just below your ear. The fingers of one hand comb into your hair, gently grazing the nape of your scalp in a tender massage, while his other hand once again lies flat on your back, rubbing wide and slow circles into you.

You don’t know why you initially deny his comfort when you’re struggling to relax, as when you receive it, you feel muscles ease up that you didn’t even realize were tense in the first place. You let go of a deep sigh, melting into him as you close your eyes, and this time it’s not a struggle to keep them shut. Maybe you’ve finally worn yourself out.

“Relaxed?” Eddie murmurs.

“Mhm…”

“Comfy?”

“…mhm…”

“Love me?”

You giggle softly and nuzzle yourself into him as you nod, “love you.”

Eddie nestles his face into your hair, hiding his smile there, shifting you into him further as he exhales a slow and soft breath. You’re cocooned in his warmth, his comfort, arms pulled up between you as you clutch yourself to him with loose fists twisted into his shirt, anchoring yourself to his refuge. Eddie is your safe place, his arms a home, eager to welcome you into the sanctuary of his grasp.

#was i gonna make this longer? ya #do i have the mental capacity to make this longer? na #n e way <3 #*slithers back into oblivion* #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x f!y/n #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson one shot #mine

[hqkalon]

synopsis : your husband refuses to meet your pleasurable needs, so toji takes it upon himself to demonstrate the pleasure you’ve been missing out on.

cont. sex therapist!toji x fem!reader, smut, office sex??, creampie, v. penetration, cheating, slight overstimulation, teasing, thirst tbh, not plot just sex, petnames (pretty, pretty girl, doll), pull out game ?? (weak), mdni +17

an : hehe here it iss @luvfaries !!

sex therapist toji who’s heard all about you and your husband's struggles when it came to sex. the one thing that set him off was how your husband would bad mouth the things you were into.

"good thing this room's sound proof, otherwise your husband would've heard all those pretty moans i'm stealing from him." toji taunted, whispering against your ear sending shivers down your spine as he pounded into your tight cunt. tummy curling from the continuous strokes against your sweet spot. "s-shut up." you mumbled, trying to hold back an escaping moan as your head rested on the door behind you. remembering there were chairs lined up against the wall of toji's offices— the chairs where your husband was sitting waiting for you come out.

toji couldn't help, but take the opportunity to tease you a little bit. "who's the one that makes you cum when your husband doesn’t?" his hands cupped behind the fold of your knees, pressing your body against the door. you could taste the malice tone hidden behind that sly smile of his, "he's gonna hear, if you do it against the d-" your sentence instantly cut off by nothing other than uncontrollable cries and pleas. "t-tojii!" his hips snapped you back into reality as spirals of heat poured throughout your aching core. "that's my name princess." his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, earning sweet whimpers he fucked you into oblivion. your arms hooked around his broad shoulders, almost babbling incoherent words as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, "fuc- mphhm." toji's palm covered your mouth, muffling all your moans— hearing your phone buzz against the table.

"oh?" responded with a hum as he wrapped your legs around his torso while tightening his hold around your waist, before making his way near the desk— hovering over you as your back lied against the cold surface. "what is it?" guilt shot through your heart as toji's hand slithered up your torso, finding it's place around your thin throat. his eyes darkened with mischief, "oh it's nothing.. just focus on me pretty girl." his hand tightened around your throat, slowly sliding out of your throbbing cunt before slamming back in.

"oh fuck!" you held onto his wrist, hearing the sloppy sound of his dick stroke inside you, forgetting about guilt as he stuffed you full, "that's it." your pussy squeezed around him each time the phone buzzed more. "ya gonna cum knowing yer husband's outside the door?" he teased, watching soft moans fall from your mouth as he fed you each thrust. "y-yeah." you whined, nodding your head—feeling your stomach slowly cave in as he thrusted against your g-spot. "look at me and tell me your gonna make a mess." toji hissed, bullying through your abused walls.

"i'm gonna make a mess!" your tummy tightened as your core bundled together feeling as though you had to pee. "that's right doll." the head of toji's dick grinded against your sweet spot as the hand around your throat cupped your lower cheeks. "and that mess is gonna be on me." his pace sped up, being able to visibly see the white ring coating his dick.

mouth gaped as toji fucked you dumb off his dick, forgetting about your husband on the other side as you moans grew louder. "g'na cumm!" you wantonly cried out— thighs shaking around toji's hips as he grunted feeling your pussy swallow him deeper, "shittt. me too." skin slapping echoed throughout the quiet room filled with nothing, but pants and groans.

"fuck fuck fuckk! cummingg!" you sobbed, becoming a shattering mess— only seeing black and white as your cunt milked his cock dry. "shitt doll." toji's hips steadily rocked into your sensitive hole, cooling off his high as you pulsed around him.

"how about this be our little secret hm?" his pointer finger pressed against his lips— watching you nod in response.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #THIS IS TOJI BUT I THOUGHT OF GETO TOO 😖 #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji x reader #toji smut #geto smut #sex therapist toji #jjk imagines #NGL… this was rushed i don’t like it.. :( #scripts .📃

[arminsumi]

★ 'Cause I'm Sagittarius

Pairing : Gojo / fem reader

Synopsis : birthday boy Gojo Satoru unwraps and enjoys his gift — which is you!

Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+ content, riding, some hair pulling (him), light size kink, deep penetration, f*ngering, f*replay, cr*ampie (reader is on birth control)

Content : smut, birthday sex, some pining/love sick Satoru, some plot

Note : this is my happy birthday to this man 😗✌️

The glitter on his skin shimmers under the chandelier light. There's confetti stuck in his hair, which has been ruffled up throughout the night. Crimson and burgundy lipstick kiss marks decorate his face and neck, but he wipes them off when he sees you arrive.

Gojo Satoru certainly didn't expect to see his high school crush at his 34th birthday party. You're the one he used to be obsessive and desperate about when he was 17. Unbeknownst to him, Shoko invited you — she had to practically beg, because you lived so far away from Tokyo. Shoko convinced you after telling you how much Gojo Satoru still blabs about you to this day.

You completely steal his attention without realizing. Your oblivion charms him even more.

But each time Satoru tries to reminisce with you and bask in your company, it only lasts a few minutes because he's stolen back by the smothering crowd.

And then for the first time in years, he feels annoyed to be the center of attention.

Can everyone disappear except for her; I just want us to be alone together.

Someone gives him a plastic crown at some point in the night. It adorns his snowy head it until it falls off while he's dancing — and wow, Gojo Satoru dancing is a spectacle.

The way he moves his body to the music captures your attention and you stare.

You and him make electric eye contact. He sends a wink your way and you bite your lip back to him. It takes him aback and he stutters on the dance floor. Just this small, wordless interaction between you and him — even though you two haven't seen each other in years — is enough to excite him and get his heart pumping harder.

He pries his dance partner off of him, half-heartedly apologizes to her, and then desperately follows after you as you get lost in the hazy crowd.

Satoru finds you, he looks sweaty from dancing. He grabs your arm, mutters a breathless hey and asks if you want to go somewhere quieter with him. So you giggle and agree, taking his hand and letting him lead you out of the heat of the party.

Clutching his gift, you acknowledge the pile of presents that are piled up in the foyer. It makes your gift seem pathetic, but Satoru's eyes glitter when you give it to him and he pockets it as if you've gifted him your heart.

Just flirting and talking back and forth with you for a bit makes his cock harden. He can feel each inch slowly grow and press against his inner thigh, making a prominent bulge in his tight suit pants.

"Sorry I didn't bring you a good gift..." you say.

Satoru gives you bedroom eyes, then replies with, "But you brought yourself..." he rasped, "How about I unwrap you?"

⁕⁕⁕⁕

Trapping you in a heated, sloppy make out, Satoru slithers his tongue past your lips and groans into your mouth. You've lured him upstairs.

His pale, veiny hands slip under your dress and massage your thighs and hips, inching up until the bottom curve of your ass shows.

He leads you down the empty hallway, and desperately opens the door to his bedroom by pressing his back into it, never breaking from your lips as he pulls you in with him.

You gasp when he finally relieves your tension by rubbing the heel of his palm into your pussy. His big hands cup and squeeze it.

Satoru's jaw juts a little as he sucks a mark onto your neck. You lace your fingers into his hair and squeeze your thighs together. His dick throbs when you start begging him to rub your pussy.

Lowering your panties until they rest mid-way between your thighs, he gathers your juices on his fingertips and rubs up and down your puffy clit for a bit before sinking his middle finger into your pussy to stimulate your G-spot.

You pull on his hair and he moans, "Fuck, pull my hair harder."

Now this is the attention he actually needed tonight. Your fingers snuggling into his white hair and pulling on it while he snuggles his fingers in your slippery pussy.

Satoru stretches you out on his fingers and toys with your G-spot until you're trembling. Then he withdraws before he starts working up your orgasm.

When you try undress yourself, he stops you.

"I'm the birthday boy and you're my gift," he smirks, "Let me undress you."

And he starts undressing you like he's unwrapping a present. Satoru's nimble fingers peel off your dress and panties and unclasp your bra. His touch is cool against your hot skin.

He drifts his fingers up the middle of your back with a touch so light it's ticklish. It's on purpose, to make you shudder and tense your back into an arch.

"You're really g-good at this..." you breathe.

"Yeah, I know. It's 'cause I'm a Sagittarius." he replies smugly.

He unbuckles his belt and slides it off.

⁕⁕⁕⁕

The party is still ongoing, and guests are craning their necks and darting their eyes around in search of Gojo who just suddenly disappeared with you.

Satoru wants you to ride him; he begs like a spoiled prince.

"Come on, please, I wanna see those hips bouncing on my lap." he coos.

His eyes light up when you agree to ride him. The next request the birthday boy has is if he can do it raw, and he doesn't expect you to agree so his jaw drops open when you nonchalantly agree, telling him to go ahead and cum inside too if he wants because you've got birth control.

Soon you're bouncing up and down on his bare cock and he's relishing in the sight of your body jiggling. He tilts his head back and bites his lip, hungrily feeling up your breasts and your back.

"Faster." he groans, "Don't get sloppy now. Keep bouncing those hips on me or I'll do it myself."

When he feels his orgasm build up, he grabs your hips harshly and takes control.

"Fuck, Satoru!" you gasp, melting against his broad chest, cheek squishing against his pink nipple.

He pounds his cock into you at an angle that turns your brain to mush and slurs your speech. You hiccough and curse, feeling his big cock's tip rubbing deep inside you.

"Oh my god," he chuckles through a moan, "That pussy's so clingy. You're driving me insane, baby."

His muscular thighs hit your ass, his tight, full balls slap against you as he goes as fast and hard as he can. "That's it, just lay on me and take it."

"I'm so close, gonna cu—mmm! Cumming, 'mmm cumming, Satoru!" you scream. Good thing the party downstairs is so loud.

He groans and gets off to watching you orgasm on his cock. You cross your eyes, feeling his dick rubbing so deep makes you cum like a slut.

"Fuck, I'm cumming too. Take it." he grunts, fucking you hard but holding back his true strength.

It feels like his breath runs out when he cums. He gasps so dramatically and spurts out a huge load of cum deep into your hot, tight pussy. His toes curl and he pinches his eyes shut, while his lips naturally stretch into a slutty O shape.

You slide off his sensitive cock and whimper, feeling so empty after getting stretched open so much.

Rolling off each other's bodies, glowing, panting like you've run a marathon.

He hardly looks roughed up like you do; his hair is tousled from the sex, yes, but his skin glistens and glitters with sweat and body glitter, giving him this ethereal beauty. He has to close his eyes after cumming so hard and so much. His balls feel empty.

Satoru lays with you for a while, massaging your sore parts with his big hands.

"I'm so glad you came tonight." he says cheekily. "Wanna go out for coffee sometime?"

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

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[katshours]

Mine, All Mine.

-nagito x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, porn with no plot, absolutely none. sub?? nagito (it isn’t explicitly shown.), unprotected sex, a pinch of self-degrading talk (literally one sentence.), biting, creampie, pet names.

a/n: I just had to get this out there cause I couldn’t stop imagining this LMFAO..I wrote it on a whim so if things are weird, my bad! this is my first post after a decade of not doing anything, so enjoy.

“Say it—Say it, Please.” Nagito whimpered, having a deadly grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft plush skin. His eyes screwed shut as he let out breathy moans whenever he slammed back inside of you. The way your tight walls would suck him back in, it made him shiver in delight. He looked down fro a brief moment to watch how his cock would disappear inside of you. How there was a ring of your cum and his own at the base of his member from previous orgasms. He leaned over you, his head falling in between your shoulder blades.

“I’m— hah.. I—I’m all yours. Only yours.” Your words came out muffled with your face buried in the pillows underneath you but he heard you loud and clear. He picked up the pace, letting out a small laugh as she moved his head to place kisses all over your back and shoulders before he was right in your ear, moaning and whimpering. “That’s right. You only belong to me. Hmmh.. J-Just as much as I am yours.”

You gripped the bedsheets under you, the way his cock would drag against your sensitive spots made your body react wonderfully. Your breathing was getting more shallow, your back arching more and your pussy clenching down on him. “Only I make you feel this good. Someone worthless like me, fucking you to oblivion.” You were about to talk back, scold him for talking lowly about himself but before you did, his nimble fingers had slithered their way in between your legs to rub your clit in harsh circles. You could only cry out, your body jolting.

“Come for me pretty girl, you can do that for me, right? Be a good girl.” Nagito whispered, his voice sending tingles all over your body. He wanted to make you cum first, he always made you a priority. He thinks that he doesn’t even deserve to be with you like this but after much reassurance, he gave in and he started to think why he didn’t do this sooner with you. His thrusts were fast, wanting to reach that sweet release, the one that he could almost taste on the tip of his tongue.

He brought his face closer to yours, kissing you in a sloppy manner. His tongue immediately slithering its way inside your mouth. You eagerly kissed him back and reciprocated the action, drool started to dribble out of the corner of your mouth. The sensation of everything building up made you moan into his mouth and before you knew it, you were crumbling under him. Your body tensing as you kept your lips pressed against his, stifling a moan when waves of pleasure crashed through your body as you orgasmed.

Just by seeing your face contorted by pleasure, Nagito soon followed right after you, giving a few more sloppy thrusts before thick white ropes of cum spurted inside of you. He never really liked to pull out anyway. It would be such a waste. He leaned back and started to rub the sides of your body affectionately as your body twitched. He didn’t pull out just yet, he let you catch your breath before he spoke up with a cheeky grin, looking down at your flushed face. “Let’s go another round? I’m sure an Ultimate like you can handle it.”

#nagito x reader #nagito komeada x reader #nagito smut #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #dr nagito #nagito komaeda smut #danganronpa nagito

[jeannineee]

okay okay.. threesome with cass and az (or honestly any pairing would work) but reader and Az gang up on a subby cass and make him beg for them :-)

Good Boy

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

a/n: this is so hot goodbye. Requests are open

Nsfw under the cut (18+ PLEASE!!!)

“Poor thing,” you mocked Cassian as you ghosted your fingertips along the side of his cock, precum leaking from the tip.

Azriel’s shadows kept Cassian’s wrists pinned above his head. Azriel kneeled beside you on the bed, tilting your head, and pressing his lips to yours.

You moaned as Azriel’s tongue slid against yours, Cassian’s cock twitching in your hand at the sound.

You pulled away from Azriel, turning your attention back to Cassian. You stroked his cock, relishing in the moans that fell from his lips.

Azriel kissed Cassian roughly, his fingers tweaking Cassian’s nipples in tandem with your movements.

“Fuck,” Cassian grunted against Azriel’s mouth. “Please.”

“Please, what?” Azriel questioned. “You can do better than that.”

You withdrew your hand, Cassian tensing at the loss of contact. “Use your words, Cassie,” you murmured, dragging your nails down his chest, his abs.

Cassian whimpered, struggling against the shadows that held his wrists to the headboard. “Please fuck me. Both of you. Please.”

Azriel smirked. “So desperate.”

More of Azriel’s shadows slithered down Cassian’s torso, wrapping and swirling around his cock teasingly.

“Oh, oh, fuck,” Cassian swore, hips bucking into the air.

“Be nice, Az,” you said. “He’s been good for us.”

Azriel hummed as he cupped your jaw, dragging his thumb over your lower lip. “You give in to him too easily, love. But…” Azriel trailed off, moving between Cassian’s legs. “I suppose he’s been teased enough.”

Azriel’s shadows moved away from Cassian’s length, and you took the opportunity to sink down onto him, your hands braced on his chest.

Cassian groaned as your cunt enveloped him, his arm muscles bulging as he pulled against the restraints again. “Such a good boy,” you cooed.

“Like I said,” Azriel whispered into your ear, reaching his hands around to toy with your breasts. “You give into him too easily.” Azriel slid into Cassian, then, the two of them groaning at the sensation.

You leaned forward to give Azriel more room, and began riding Cassian. Azriel matched your pace, strings of curses escaping him.

“You feel so good, Cas,” you praised, nails digging into his chest. “So fucking good.”

Cassian was a whining mess. Eyes screwed shut, strings of pleas falling from his lips like a prayer as you and Azriel fucked him into oblivion.

It wasn’t long before that familiar knot began building, your walls fluttering around Cassian’s cock.

“Look at her, Cas,” Azriel said breathlessly, still pounding into him. “She’s gonna come all over your pretty cock.”

Azriel’s words sent you straight into your orgasm, your legs shaking as you continued riding Cassian.

The feeling of your cunt clenching around him, and Azriel thrusting into him had Cassian reaching his release next. The sounds that came from him had you wondering if you could finish again, from sound alone.

Azriel thrust into Cassian a few more times, before spilling into him with a groan.

The three of you laid there for several moments, before you lifted yourself off of Cassian. Azriel pulled out of him, the shadows releasing his arms.

Azriel disappeared into the bathroom for a cloth, and you began running your hands along Cassian’s arms, soothing the muscles that were surely sore.

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #acomaf #smut #female reader #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #Cassian acotar #acotar cassian #Cassian x Azriel x reader #azriel x cassian x reader #acosf #acowar #acofas #Cassian smut #Azriel smut #shadowsinger

[jeonverselol]

want more (m) - jjk

a/n: first of all, this is pure filth - porn with no plot whatsoever. this was a result of raging hormones and DMs saying they want more jjk sexy fics. 

summary: after being awaken by the thunderstorm, all you could think about is how jungkook fucked you so good a couple of hours earlier and now all you can think about is how you desperately want him inside you again 

warnings: minors dni pls this is too much - daddy kink & degradation (double D seems like a jk standard these days), big dick jk (i mean what else), dom jk, sub reader, mild subspace? squirting, praising, body worshipping, pussy-whipped jk, reader loves being filled lmao, spanking, nipple play, rough sex, tongue fucking, clit slapping, overstimulation, fingering, unprotected sex (yeah don't ever do that), creampie, cum play, cunnilingus, clothed sex? (partially clothed i guess), slight anal play (don’t worry nothing major don’t be scared) (and in case i miss anything out: all other nasty things sheesh) 

word count: 3.9k 

genre: smut and no other; established relationship 

pic credit: lehren

Dressed in one of Jungkook’s t-shirts and a black lacy thong, and him just clad in his boxers, the two of you were sound sleep with your back pressed against his chest and his arm around you. It was about 1am in the morning and the rain outside was pretty heavy. It seemed like it probably started raining a while ago considering it was pouring. The skies roared from time to time, and the sound of the rain was therapeutic enough to lull anyone to sleep. A sudden loud roar of thunder jolted you awake from your slumber suddenly, making you panic for a millisecond before realising it was just nature’s alarm in this ungodly hour. You pressed your head back into your silk pillow and shifted deeper into the blanket, trying to seep into much warmth as possible.

The shift in your body caused Jungkook to shift with you, pulling you closer to his chest with a groan. His arms slithered from your waist to your thigh and his palms found comfort on the side of your thigh as you shifted your leg into an L shape. His lips were nestled in the crook of your neck and in a mere seconds you hear faint snoring coming from Jungkook.

All of a sudden, the sound of the rain and the few seconds of moving made you feel conscious about your surroundings and your focus shifted on how Jungkook’s big hand was on your thigh, close to your exposed ass.

Memories from few hours ago came flooding through and you remembered just how Jungkook had fucked you into oblivion, making you cum twice on his tongue on the couch before fucking you against the armrest, making you squirt before he blew his load into you. It was a long week for you both as the two of you had been busy with work. Jungkook had a particularly rough day today due to some business deals he had to rush. He was cranky since he woke up so you gave him blowjob before he left for work, which was deeply appreciated by him. When he came home just minutes after you arrived home and showered, you could tell he was still tensed. After dinner, you decided to put on a movie so that the two of you could relax. The two of you managed to sit down to enjoy a movie but needless to say, the movie served more of a background music when the two of you started cuddling, then making out, and one thing led to another and Jungkook needed to fuck his stress out on you. It was only when the moans died down you realised the credits were rolling. Being too tired to move, Jungkook slipped on his boxers and covered your naked form with his shirt and the two of you waddled your way to your shared bedroom. You picked out a fresh underwear to put on and slumber took control of the both of you the moment you both plopped on the bed.  

Biting your lips, you replayed each steamy scene that happened just a couple hours ago, and you soon started to feel yourself getting hot and bothered. The more you tried to shake off the thoughts the more it etches into your brain, and you even replayed every dirty word Jungkook uttered into your ear. You feel your lower region started to ache and you just knew if you were to sneak a touch down there, you’d certainly be wet. All of a sudden, the need to re-enact your previous fucking session seemed to be a necessity and it was all your brain could think of. Every little memory soon branched out into memories from other times the two of you had sex and you found yourself thinking about every possible time that Jungkook has ever fucked you. You were desperate now.

You debated on shaking him awake but thought of a better idea. You ground your hips slowly to see if it would elicit any reaction from him. Although you felt bad for waking him up you were starting to get riled up from the memories and with the way you were glued to his half naked body, it was all you wanted from him. Seeing how he wouldn’t budge and your slick dripping from your core, you brought a hand down and slipped a finger slightly into your folds just to feel how wet you were. The thong you were wearing barely covered up your puffy nether lips, and if anything, it was adding more friction to your centre, and you could feel your essence leaking out from the poor excuse of fabric. As your fingers touched your centre you suppressed a moan from how much wetter you became and you looked back from your shoulder to see Jungkook still sound asleep like a log.

You gave up and decided to take matters into your own hands, literally. You weren’t thinking of getting off, but you were going to just play with yourself enough to stop the ache and tried to divert your attention elsewhere. Seeing how you were stuck in Jungkook’s arms you didn’t want to move much to wake him up either, thinking he must be really exhausted. You brought your middle finger to place it on your clit and rubbed it in a very slow motion before sliding it down to your folds. You slowly inserted the tip of your finger in to feel around your aching pussy lips. Feeling a little frisky, you decided to bring another finger to your folds and inserted both the tip of the fingers in, this time a little deeper to feel a bit of your slick walls. You tried to think of other things, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Jungkook’s big cock. You brought your thumb to your clit to fiddle it, but this caused you to elicit a loud gasp.

“Fuck. Didn’t you have enough earlier?” You heard Jungkook’s low raspy voice behind you. His eyes were still closed but you feel him move his lips from the crook of your neck to the shell of your ear. Unbeknownst to you, even though your movements earlier were slight, it was enough to bring Jungkook out of slumber and no matter how much he tried to concentrate on sleep, he could feel some movement on the lower half of your body, considering how you were basically glued to him.

You halted your movements and silently cursed yourself, feeling embarrassed that he caught you in the act. “Answer me baby,” He croaked, his sleepy voice made his next sentence ten times hotter. “Are you that much of a slut that you had to touch yourself again? Next to me? Just after cumming and squirting all over me hours ago?”

The room was rather dim, not too dark considering the moon light was shining through from the side window. Even so, you’re just lucky he can’t see you blush. “Sorry Kook. I couldn’t help myself.” You hear a low groan from him, one laced with slight annoyance but you could tell that he was slowly foregoing the idea of forcing himself back to sleep. “Fucking slut,” he said directly into your ear and you decided that you could either go to sleep horny or resolve it.

“Need you Kook, please. Need you daddy,” your sentence came out as a messy plea. You pushed your ass back into his crotch and lifted the shirt you were wearing to expose your naked chest. You brought his hand over your boobs, gasping when he began toying with your nipple. You moaned at the touch and used your free hand to pinch the other unattended nipple. You feel him getting harder and you moaned even more, wanting him to be inside of you. “Such a dirty whore for me, aren’t you? Begging to be fucked again even though I fucked you a couple hours ago.”

You rubbed your thighs upon hearing his words, your nether region aching for his touch. “Touch me daddy.” His one hand still pinching your pert nipples, the other hand came down to slip into your thong from the side to touch your folds. You hear him cuss at how wet you were. “Fuck, so fucking wet. The wettest pussy in the world, all mine. Fuck, my perfect girl always so ready for me.” He gathered some of your slick and rubbed your clothed clit and planted wet kisses on your neck, and you became a writhing mess, desperately in need of a release. You bucked your hips, and bit your lips, wanting more. “Kook... fuck, need more.” He lightly slapped your clit before playing with your thong. He loved seeing you in those. You didn’t always wear it but when you did Jungkook felt like a kid who was given some candy. He loved that he could just push it aside and fuck you, especially for quickies and any public escapades. The amount of times he made your wear a skirt just to push your thong aside and finger you in public was more than you could remember. There was even one time where he fucked you against the car at 4am after a drunken night out, thankfully there was no one around, the sorry excuse of fabric made your pussy so accessible for him and he loved that. And most important of all he loved how you ass looks so good in them – it was functional enough to serve as underwear, but he loved that your round ass - his favourite asset of yours - was bare, your front was covered enough but your puffy pussy lips peeking from the bottom so ready for taking. He pulled your front of your thong higher against your clit, and you moaned at the friction. “You’re such a desperate cumslut for me, aren’t you? Dirty girl begging to be filled.”

“Want your cock daddy please” You spread your legs slightly for him, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. Perhaps it’s the mix of tiredness and sleepiness as well, you just really needed to feel him fast.

“I should be punishing you for touching yourself in the first place. What makes you think you deserve to cum?” He halted his movements and licked a long stripe across the side of your neck. You whined desperately for him. “No daddy please I’m so wet all you need to do is just put your cock in, I’m ready.” Something about hearing you wanting him to fuck you so badly inflated his ego and the size of his boner. Feeling the constrictions of his boxers he slipped them off, grinding his erection against your ass. “Oh yes daddy fuck, put it in me.” You pressed your ass closer to his dick, slick from your pussy running down to slightly coat the tip. You bring your hand to the back hold his head for support.

“Want me inside you pretty girl?” He slides his dick up and down your folds. He continues massaging your breasts and teases your nipples with one hand and forms a V shape with his fingers from the other hand to spread your pussy lips, teasing your hole with the tip of his angry cock. You were drunk on the ecstasy of his precum mixing with your slick and his tip hitting your clit lightly. Jungkook contemplated whether to just slip his dick in and fuck you rough like this or take his time torturing you by cockwarming and making you rub yourself out. 

“Your fingers, tongue or cock, anything please just fill my hole,” you begged and Jungkook groaned because he could never say no to the perfect goddess you are. “Fuck baby girl I’ll give it to you.” He rubbed your clit a little bit more and licked his fingers, groaning at the taste of you. His cock was aching but he was addicted to the the taste of you. “Shit baby, need to taste you, you’re leaking so much. Wanna tongue fuck you first.” Hearing that, you eagerly spread your legs and pushed your thighs even further. “Fuck me please, want your tongue inside.” He got up instantly and brought his face to your entrance.

He loved seeing you so desperate and dumbed out for him. “Such a good girl for daddy. Daddy’s gonna give you what you want princess.”  He caressed your folds with two of his fingers and spread them apart. You clenched when you feel the cold air hit your bare and open pussy, hole throbbing and waiting for his hot tongue. Jungkook eyed your pussy with hungry eyes, always fascinated with how your body reacts to him. He proceeded to slowly push his tongue into your opened folds. You filled the room with loud pornographic moans and pushed your legs wider than it was before, Jungkook spread your lips further before pushing his tongue inside your pussy and swirling it in a consistent motion, slurping your essence like a starved man. Your lewd screams battled the loud pattering of the rain, and you grew wetter. Your took off the shirt you were wearing then arched your back and toyed your nipples as slurping noises continued to fill the room. “Yeah just like that, oh my god!”

“Fuck baby girl how are you growing so wet I didn’t even play with your clit.” He deliberately avoided your clit so that he wouldn’t overstimulate you. He wanted to make you feel good but edge you enough, he loved seeing you beg for him. He wanted you to be all subbed out for him.

“Your tongue feels so good inside my pussy daddy. Need you inside.” He could sense you were feeling extra sensitive today seeing how you squirted a lot earlier. He plunged two fingers inside without warning, replacing his long tongue. You gasped at the sudden fullness. “Yes yes yes daddy so good!” He drew kitten licks on your clit and you elicited a high pitched moan. You tried to close your legs, but he pushed it apart. “Nuh uh baby girl, you were so desperate to be fucked weren’t you? So take it like a big girl.” He shifted his body up to lick your perky nipples and continued to assault your pussy with his fingers. Your fingers found his hair and tugged on it while bucking your hips. “Put another finger in daddy.” You whined and Jungkook lifts his mouth from your nipple before swirling his tongue around it. “Such a fucking greedy slut I have here.”

Instead of complying, he withdrew his fingers, and you felt your pussy clench around nothing. “No no please, need you inside.” He brought his fingers up and you hungrily sucked his fingers, even to the extent of going deeper, moaning and gagging, staring at him with tearful, lustful eyes. You brought another finger of his into your mouth, hoping he would give you what you want. Your were grinding your bare pussy in the air, legs alternating betweem spreading wide and clenching shut due to the ache. Your wetness was leaking out and staining the sheets. Jungkook smirked at the sight of his independent girlfriend being such a dumbed-out slut for him. He loved the duality you have. You were a strong, independent, and capable woman who carried yourself well. But in the sheets, you were his baby girl, his little whore. He knew what to do just to get you desperate for him. Despite being the dominant one, he was eager to please you in every way he can, showing you that he can give you what you want, whenever and however you want. He loved that he was able to have that effect on you. And with that, you were always so good to him.

“Fucked you so many times tonight and my princess wants more doesn’t she? Just had to be a slut and touch herself? Woke daddy up and can’t even get a shut eye after a long day and fucking you senseless. What a fucking brat.” Slapping your boob, he slightly pinches your nipples as you continue gagging on his fingers, moving your tongue as if it were his dick. His other hand caresses your outer thigh softly. He edged you so many times in the last possibly 30 minutes this has been going on and he wasn’t going to torture you any longer. “My perfect goddess. Best pussy in the world. You know I can’t say no to you don’t you? You know you have the best cunt and you use it against me, ain’t that right baby doll?”

You rubbed your thighs together when you feel your wetness overflowing, sticking to your thighs. The earlier memories of you squirting and him filling your pussy with his cum flooded your thoughts again and you so desperately want that feeling again. You were sore but you loved the pleasure. Jungkook lifted his fingers from your mouth and slapped your clit three times, hinting for you to spread your legs wide. He inserted all three inside you and you moaned at the fullness, loving how you stretched out you were for him. He went in with a slow pace and curved his fingers to hit your spot. You looked down at the veins of his strong hands. Then you saw his hard bare cock and all of a sudden his fingers weren’t enough.

“Daddy please fuck me…” Jungkook’s dick was already soaked with precum and he needed to be inside you as well. He took out his fingers and aligned his cock against your entrance. Before he could enter you hurriedly said “Wait!” and he looked at you confused. “Want you to fuck me from behind.” He smirked at your words and you turned around arching your back and lifted your ass against him. He pushed aside the thong and he slipped in easily with how wet you were and you both moaned out loud when he bottomed out inside you. Usually he would need to prep you to adjust to his size but this time you sucked him in so easily. “Fucking tight pussy. Don’t get how you can still be so tight after being fucked so many times.”

“Daddy you’re so big…” You moaned in ecstasy. You clenched around him as he pounded mercilessly into you. “Yes yes harder daddy!” Jungkook spanked your ass roughly a few times and you got embarrassingly wetter, slick coating the outer parts of your pussy and leaking to your thighs. “More daddy, want more...” With no shame you arched your ass higher and his palms find your ass cheeks again with harsh slaps. The sting on your ass hurt in a good way and you swore you would be able to see red handprints on them tomorrow. Your unattended puckering hole came into view and Jungkook looks at it with dark eyes. Even though the two of you never ventured into that he couldn’t help but ghost his thumb across it. Your breath hitch at his touch on the foreign region. “Not gonna do anything you don’t want babe.” No matter how horny Jungkook was he always prioritised your comfort. You bit your lips as he continued rubbing your hole from the outside, careful not to slip his finger in. “Keep doing that daddy”, you whined. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He continued toying your hole and you loved the extra stimulation. 

"Gonna let me fuck all your holes the next time baby? Let me play with you however I want?" Jungkook chides while rubbing your hole, the thought of you letting him do whatever he wants to you shoots straight to his cock, his tip hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

"Anything you want daddy," and to make it worse you're always so pliant to him. "...'m yours to use daddy." With how good he's hitting you from the back you might use honour that invitation the next time.

"Oh my pretty pretty sweet princess, so good to me," he lets out a dark chuckle. "Gonna fuck your ass next time baby girl".

Seeing you slumped forward, Jungkook wrapped his hands around your throat and made you arch your back against his chest. Jungkook started out rough and fast the moment he entered you and gave you no time to accommodate his speed but that was how he wanted you. “Perfect pussy. My pussy.” He sucked a spot on your neck and brought his hand down to play with your clothed clit, fingers alternating between rubbing in fast motions and pulling the fabric against it. “Come on baby, cum for me. Wanna hear you scream. Wanna see you cry for my cock.” The overstimulation heightened and you feel your orgasm approaching. “Gonna cum daddy!” Just seconds after, you let out a scream and a string of yes’s then slumped down onto the sheets, sobbing from insane pleasure from your first orgasm.. Jungkook continued his pace and instead of letting you ride out your orgasm he increased his pace and fucked you rougher and your tears continued coming out. “Come on baby I know you got more you slut. That’s right, that’s my good girl.” Your pussy grew wetter than before upon hearing his words and you continued clenching around him. Your pussy was sensitive, but this meant it was easy for you to cum again. “Nghh don’t stop! Harder daddy!” Jungkook held your hips in place and hit you deeper and harder than before. “I’m close daddy!” Jungkook lets out a scoff, mocking you, “Already? So fucking easy aren’t you? What a whore. Cum then.” You came for the second time around his cock and Jungkook could feel you cream his cock.

Feeling Jungkook still moving inside you, you felt oversensitive and writhe in his grasp, only to have him snap his hips against your ass, “I’m not done with you princess. You’re gonna let me fucking use you however I want. That’s for waking me up.” Even though you felt tears escaping the brim of your eyes, you loved this. You loved it when he used you as his fucktoy. A relationship with Jungkook was a dream. He treated you like a queen everyday and fucked you like a rag doll.

“Come on baby, stay still for a while more.” He altered his pace to let you get past the sensitivity, and when he hears you moaning again he quickens his pace. “Gonna cum so hard princess.” You pushed your ass back against him, eager to chase another orgasm of your own because you’re that spoilt. “Oh yes fuck, princess.” You bring your fingers down to rub your clit fast and with how soaked you were you knew you were not going to last long. Still reeling from your earlier orgasm, your next one hits you like a truck as you feel a gush of liquid leaking from your hole. Jungkook notices this and pulls his dick out, chest beaming with pride as he sees a string of liquid gush out. “Fuck yes baby you squirted again! So fucking sexy. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Drunk on his own high, he plunges his dick back into you hard. You were extremely sensitive but you always wanted more when it came to Jungkook and he never lets you settle for less. “Nghh cum inside me daddy! Please fill me up!” You whined as you were so eager to please him, wanting him to praise you further. Jungkook was never picky about where he came but he liked it messy, always switching between cumming inside your mouth, on your tits, on your ass and his favourite was always cumming inside you, and you knew that. It was also your favourite too, loving the way his hot cum coats your walls as he marks you with his load. “Always my cum dump aren’t you? My perfect cockslut.” He smirks before shooting his load inside you, warm spurts filling your to the brim as he slowly draws it out to coat your pussy lips with the remnants. His orgasm ripples through as he rides out his high. He plants soft kisses on the side of your head as he slowly takes his dick out and sees a string of his cum leaking out of you. You fall on your back and steady your breathing before perching yourself up with your elbows. You looked at Jungkook’s fucked out expression, glowing even though the room was dim, the outline of his abs prominent and tattoo sleeve making him look ten times hotter. His heavy breathing and sweat just made him look absolutely delicious. Fuck, why do you always want more?

You looked down in between your legs and bit your lips. You take off your soaked thong and Jungkook stares at you with hooded eyes and brushes his hair back. You slowly widen your legs and see Jungkook’s confused expression - actually, it was more of an astonished one. “Push it back in?” You say innocently. He sees the way your pussy throbs and clenches and some of his cum leaking out. Your pussy was puffed up and your clit so swollen. He chuckles at this and you pout. “You always do daddy.” His eyes grow darker when you spread your lips for him, staring at the white liquid with pride and possessiveness. He kisses you fervently and brings his fingers to push his cum back in. “Love it when you fill me up. Want your cum.” You moaned against his lips in satisfaction. “Love filling you up baby girl.” He slowly pumps his fingers in and out and as soon as he hears your breath hitch and a high pitch whine escaping your lips, he quickens his pace and brings his tongue down to suck your sensitive clit. You bit your lips as you relish the feeling. “Daddy you always make me feel so so good.” He hums, vibrations sending waves to your body as he continues to suck harder, eyes looking up to see your fucked out expression. It wasn’t new but he loved seeing it every time. Your nipples were perky and breast glowing with sweat. “Play with your tits for me baby, tug those nipples.” You do as you’re told and he brings out his fingers to gather any cum that slipped out to push it back in with his middle and ring finger. “My dirty, dirty girl.” He chimes before licking your clit fast. “Cum for daddy again baby girl. I wanna feel you soak my fingers again.” 

“Fuck the bed is soaked.” He says as a matter of fact. “And so is the living room couch,” he says to himself. He looks around and then carries you in his arms to bring you to the couch at the opposite of your bed. It was small but wide enough to accommodate you two. “Come on baby let’s sleep. Don’t think so you’re gonna need more orgasms tonight, do you?” He chuckles and kisses your forehead before setting the both of you down. He rubbed the redness of your ass and cupped your pussy to massage away the soreness before bringing both hands to wrap around your worn out frame. You snuggle into his chest as he brings a blanket over your naked bodies. “Can’t guarantee that Kook.” You say softly before dozing off. Jungkook hums, internally laughing your remark as if he wasn’t planning on fucking you again in the morning.

You oblige his command and buck your hips towards his face, feeling his tongue rub circles on your clit and fingers playing with the cum inside you. He brushes against your spot you roll your eyes back “Right there yes daddy! Feels so fucking good! Don’t stop! Fuck, don’t stop!” you breathe out as you cum for the umpteenth time tonight. He taps your clit a few times and you twitch. Seeing this he decides to push your limits one last time, this time purely for his own indulgence.

Just as you began to settle down, you feel him rubbing circled on your clit. "Wha.. sensitive Kook..." He fakes sympathy before rubbing a little faster. "Come on baby one last one for daddy, you wanna make me happy don't you?" Your jaw slacks but you bring yourself to nod your head slowly. He smirks at your reaction and begins to slip his middle finger into your cum-filled pussy again. You bite your lip at the sensitivity, body easily jolting from every touch.

"My little slut, so perfect for me. Can't get enough of this pussy." He skillfully moves his finger in and out of your pussy, touching your g-spot once again, and his thumb rubbing your clit. "Cum for me baby". And you do so for the final time tonight.

“Thank you daddy.” He brings out his cum-stained fingers to your mouth and you lick him dry. “Good girl.” He admires your fucked out state and cum-stained thighs and face before kissing your lips. “I love you so much baby,” he says in between kisses, genuinely in love with you and work stress long gone. Your fingers tangle themselves in his locks, humming in approval. “I love you too Kook, always.”

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a/n: time to repent my sins

#jk #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #smut #kpop smut #bts smut #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fics #bts fics #bts scenarios #bts au #bts fanfics #jungkook fanfics

[hiaon]

Dreams do come true (p2)

Disclaimer: toys, fingering, vibrator.

"Ah~! Rui!.." You moaned out his name— I mean the character he somehow possessed. Which was your best friend in the game.

5 minutes earlier

Was he dreaming?? Is it really you?.. He looked at your big doe eyes staring right back at him. You're we're also breathing heavily, he noticed that.

"Are.. You real?" He asked you, that was kind of embarrassing. Asking your favorite character which is clearly fictional real..

"W-what.. Don't Tell me it's one of your perverted dreams again R-rui.!" You crossed your arms and seemingly waiting for something very eagerly I may add.

Then he realizes, Rui? You mean Rui as in your best friend, Rui. ??

You we're tapping your arm with your finger and moving your hips repeatedly, but before he could noticed that he went near to a mirror in the bathroom. There he saw, your best friend Rui. Or him now. He was spacing out on how he got there.

As he was spacing out, you couldn't handle the vibrator in your ass anymore, which was the real Rui who was the one that did it.

You slithered your hand on his waist in making him flinched a bit. You made him turn around, when he turned around the sight made his cock twitched. There we're tears in your eyes. Still hugging him and grinding on him.

"P-please.. Get the vibrator out of my a-ass..~ and fuck me..!" Now that was his breaking point, his cock was hard already.

Rui carried you and made you bend over the sink, and yes that was all 3 minutes. He noticed that your skirt was to short, I mean it was always short. But not this short!.

He lifted your skirt and then he saw vibrator, and also your buttpug. Shit, now he really wanna fuck you.

He took out your buttpug and vibrator, and white liquids started to come out. Was it cum?

"Hey, [Y/N] what's this white stuff." He knew it was cum but he doesn't know who it is yet. Except of waiting for him to respond he fingers him while he answers.

"Hah..~ D-did you.. have me..~ mory lost of something..~ Ah, shit." After you said that he pulled out his fingers.

"Don't swear." He wasn't really used to him swearing. Since he always had this innocent act always playing.

"Fine! I won't-" As he was almost finished with his sentence. He harshly fingered him and more faster.

As you we're moaning, he asked you again.

"Who's cum is it?" He asked again. You couldn't think straight, but you knew that you have to answer if you wanted to get fucked to oblivion.

"It's- I- It's yours!" Oh, now he gets it. It was probably the real Rui, and made him put in the vibrator and buttpug for his cum not to flow out. Why does he know? Because he would have done the same thing.

Fuck, you we're such a sight for sore eyes. But he is not going to let anyone fucking see you like this. He had enough of you just receiving the pleasure, with one hand you he unzip his pants— Holy shit, is Rui's cock is this big or is it just the excitement? Probably both.

Never mind that, he stopped fingering you. And replaces his finger with his cock.

"W-wait!" You said, but it was already too late. This was always to much for you, even though you do this often with Rui. Rui's cock is always something else.

"Ah~! Rui!.." Rui is really amazed on how good you feel. It's even better than masterbating of the thought of you. He really wants to see your face full of lust.

He still had his member inside of your hole and grabbed your legs and hold them up, your back at his chest. You have a full view of your self getting fucked by your best friend with benefits.

You looked like a adult movie star.

#oc x male reader #x femboy reader #male reader smut #x you #smut #smut drabble #gay

[kinopio-writes]

Waltz in from the depths

May I request some headcanons for sir pentious x a reader who is very tall n strong who does gardening and landscaping around the hotel ? The reader kind of gives off old dad vibes personality wise! Unsure how descriptive you want asks so I hope this is okay!!

-Definitely NOT the silly corner 🐹

A/N: The description is perfectly fine! Shoutout to @the-s1lly-corner—who definitely did NOT send in this request—for reblogging my stuff! Anyway, congrats Sir Pentious! You’re the first character I’ve written on this blog! Just like how you’re the first character to be redeemed. Btw, this turned out to be neither platonic nor romantic. Interpret it however you like! Sorry if it sucks, lol. Trying to get used to writing for other people.

Warnings: None

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Sir Pentious x Tall&Strong Gardener!Reader w/ old dad vibes

Since you said the reader does gardening and landscaping around the hotel, I’m going to make them a staff member. Specifically one that was there pre-Sir Pentious’s arrival

• being intimidated was an understatement

• he definitely (cartoonishly) gulped upon seeing your shadow overcast his entire body—hat included!

• Sir Pentious would do his best to avoid you after the initial encounter

• he was your number one suspect as to who was plotting to kill him

• if the fact that you were holding a scythe every time he saw you had anything to say! (reminder; you’re a gardener)

• every time he saw you, his hood would flare in alarm and he would slither away immediately

• he’d only look at you from a distance

• by that I mean that he would spy on you with binoculars while you harmlessly do your thing

• he would be in his room, creating something that would be effective in dealing with you

• “Aha! Behold! (Name)-repellent 10000!”

• all of this doesn’t go unnoticed, of course

• but every time you would try to talk to him, he’d have an unpleasant expression on his face (you can see this expression a lot in episode 2 when Charlie was with Pentious)

• you’d eventually get the message and stop bothering him

• only after episode 3, where everyone had to participate in trust exercises, was when he started to warm up to you

• after the whole ordeal with Vaggie’s idea of building up trust, you’d compliment him for being a resilient little guy with a pat on his back and his guarded persona would start to crumble

• now that you’d get to know each other normally, he’d naturally gravitate towards you because of your laid-back attitude

• not to mention you were more of a listener

• he can yap endlessly about his inventions or whatnot and you’d actually listen!

• he’d constantly try to appeal for your approval as well (like with Lucifer and Vox)

• while he had no interest in gardening, he would try to help

• feast your eyes upon his watering invention; Sodden Grounds 13000!

• you’d give him a pat on the back. “Thanks, little guy. This would help a lot with my time. I appreciate it.”

• his heart would swell and he’d burst into tears

• no one had praised him for his inventions before

• except for his eggbois, but they didn’t count

• they’d just get wrecked to oblivion most of the time (looking at you, Alastor)

• after that, he would be more eager to make your daily tasks easier

• too eager at times

• he was really just chasing that dopamine rush of being acknowledged for his achievements

• so don’t forget to remind him to relax from time to time

#hazbin hotel x reader #sir pentious x reader #hazbin hotel sir pentious #kinopiowrites

[sculptorofcrimson]

Thread/Soulmate Warhammer AU

Not really a soulmate AU, but more of "threads of fate" au.

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Ra’s thread is a thin, fragile thing. The Emperor had been loath to break it, had hesitated, His claws hovering over the delicate braid. He had held it, as delicate as the umbilical cord of a newborn, and grieved as He felt what He had to do. In the end He had wrapped it in gossamer like the finest of silk, and woven it, with infinite care, into His own. 

When Drach'nyen thrust itself in, it had severed both threads.

~

Valdor’s thread is crimson. The Emperor had cut off at his wrist, with the only remnants wrapped around his forearm like a chain. The ends still twitch and tangle, as if waiting for a man he had lost before they even met. The Emperor took the frayed threads of the severed rope, and bound it to Him. 

Now it wraps around Valdor’s throat like a leash. (Or a noose.)

Valdor does not mind. 

(Once, only once, in mere moments before Constantin lowered the blade, he had seen the flash of recognition. The sudden unknotting of a thread of fate both had assumed severed so long ago. 

And then the mercy blow. A horrible moment of terrible pity etched across his victim’s pain-stricken face, and the sadness in those tormented eyes not for himself but for Valdor. 

And, finally, oblivion. )

~

Sanguinius’ thread is black. He can see it, twisting there, stretching onwards, inked across the sands of time. When he had met Horus, the Angel had stalled, a smile still stretched across his face, noting down the way his thread had wrapped itself lazily around Horus’ arms. Their threads had tumbled and tangled over one another, so deeply intertwined it was impossible to remove without severing one. 

Horus did not seem to see a thing amiss. 

~

Lorgar, his thread brilliant red, wrapped around the Emperor’s chest. The way he had screamed at the fury in His eyes when He had reached up and tore the thread out of His breast, snapping the thin thing in half beneath His claws. The way he had cursed Him, the remnants of the thread pooling around him like shed snakeskin, the scent of Monarchia’s ashes curdling upon his tongue.

~

Alpharius and Omegon’s threads, a single, thick cord that split in half, bobbing and weaving until neither could tell who was whose. It just seems to love knots, looping around itself, around others, dragging others together without abandon. 

~

Vulkan’s thread, thick and dark and braided, glowing softly with a gentle warmth. It trails itself around his chest, wrapping itself around all near and wide, spreading like a kind coat of flame. It is tender, such a lovely thing. It has chipped, and knotted, and frayed over the eons, but it braids on, thick and resolute. Ashes are embedded in its strings now, but their warmth is still there, just buried under the charcoal. 

~

Fulgrim’s thread was made of silk. A beautiful, perfect, fragile thing. It had bound itself around his hands, around Ferrus’ silver hands and his neck. The delicate silk, so pale against the silver. And how pitifully it had shattered, without a cry, without a song, only with the slithering of sick silk as he had snapped it when the Laerblade took Ferrus’ head. 

~

Ferrus’ thread was a chain. It wrapped around his neck and hands. It had pooled itself slowly around Fulgrim, like a lazy snake, braiding itself together into intricate knots with his silk. When Fulgrim took his head from his shoulders, the links had shattered. 

~

Horus’ thread, white and black. It tied itself so languishly over one of his forearms. If only he had known. If only he had seen. If only he had felt the thread tightening, tugging, unraveling as he had sped his way down a path, and never glanced back upon the road he had trodden. When it finally spun itself out of silk, it tied together in one, final blasphemy of angel feathers. Both tips of their threads had been charred together, one longer than the other.

It was Horus that undid the knot. 

He did not even see it unravel when he cut the life out of his brother. 

~

Malcador’s thread. Grey, seemingly thin, but with an impossible, resolute strength. There it was, underpinning the Emperor's thread like a shadow, together even in death. How brightly it had burned, like candlewick, as he sat upon the Throne, eyes bulging, nerves burning, feeling the cells in his body die one by one. It had charred itself to cinders, and then to ash, and finally dust, before his lord made it back home.

~

And finally, the Emperor's thread. It wrapped around Himself, and only Himself, but it branched off like the leaves of Yggdrasil. It curled itself into the veins of His Custodes, it dragged together the binds of His Primarchs, it curled together like one with Malcador. Some branches were frayed, their ends charred, some had curled up into a solitary knot that no longer held another, some burnt like living, writhing sunlight caught in flesh, but some were warm. Some still dreamt, lazily winding through the fog, one out of thousands. They would bind themselves not to men, or to women, but to entire worlds, to every last beating heart upon the land. It was not a leash, or a noose, or a chain this time, it was merely a bridge, the last heart of a dead god who had once gazed upon His people. And smiled.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #wh40k #warhammer 30k #warhammer #constantin valdor #ra endymion #alpharius #omegon #Vulkan #Horus Lupercal #horus heresy #malcador #emperor of mankind #ferrus manus #fulgrim #Sanguinius #horus x sanguinius #ushotan #sculptor of crimson #wh40k writing prompts #adeptus custodes #primarchs #thread au #fate au #soulmates #i guess #lorgar aurelian #valdor x ushotan #i suppose

[inezdeortiz]

Rimuru with YanQing!F!Reader

AU: None

Pair: Rimuru Tempest

OS/IMG/HCS: HCs

Note: @darklolita666 requested Rimuru Tempest with a female reader who is like YanQing from HSR! If I do make any mistake about YanQing since I'm not very updated with the game so feel free to correct me!

Rimuru met you when he heard a sudden fight happened in the Jura Forest. Gabiru, Ranga, and Rigurd were fighting against you but you kept spitting words that they are a monster and shouldn't be wandering freely in the forest.

He was immediately intrigued by your sword skills! He also notes that you were...well...a 'bit' obsessed with swords.

Well! That's fine! After he has swordsmen and a blacksmith that can make any sword for you!

I'm talking about Benimaru and Hakurou, those two will be also intrigued by your skills, Hakurou would test you and Benimaru would be like asking how is it like controlling floating swords (According to YanQing's boss fight)

Whenever you come into a tensed situation, you somehow know how to cheer them up! Cause after all you were a ray of sunshine despite your aggressive personality when you see a emo guy who has dark blue hair.

You love love LOVEEE Rimuru's slime form because he looked so squishy and cuddly! that you almost suffocated him-

Oh well! He sure slithered out of your grasp but could not escape when Shion and Shuna are fighting over him more like pulling him to oblivion

Of course you still endlessly warn Rimuru about a certain dark blue haired Stellaron Hunter. Rimuru reassured you that Stellarons don't exist in Jura Tempest because it's guarded by Veldora.

You fear Shion's cookings like how you have ptsd from a dark blue haired guy, ever since you saw her cooking—You NEVER ever ate a single dish of Shion even after Rimuru's ascension to a Demon Lord, which caused all the monsters in his genetic system that gave them new skills.

You definitely don't like Diablo. That's what I'm gonna say, although he's kind to you, you are growling like a Chihuahua at him Rimuru or anyone who's there has to hold you back to avoid you pouncing on him

You also love Shuna's ability to make amazing clothes! Ever since then you have been wearing clothes that are made by Shuna, it definitely makes you look pretty while being a literal chihuahua in disguise-

Note: Here it is! I actually slept through this many times since I'm currently on a family trip. Feel free to correct me if I am wrong.

#rimuru tempest #rimuru x reader #that time i got reincarnated as a slime x y/n #✩*⢄⢁✧ yoruzou ✧⡈⡠*✩

[mousy-nona]

All of God's Angels p. 5/5

Is Alastor the key to Gabriel's prophecy?

When the chains fall loose and Alastor is set free, Lucifer finally gets his answer.

Link to AO3

“In a bad mood today, I see,” Alastor’s radio static slithered from the shadows. Lucifer jumped, his hand immediately flying over his heart.

“You have got to stop doing that,” he snapped. 

Alastor leaned against the wall, his long frame draped against Lucifer’s garish tent-walls with careless grace. Lucifer’s heart ached as he took him in, his red hair like flame in the early morning sunlight. The light looked good on him, highlighting the sharp planes of his face and the lean, predatory elegance he wore like a second skin. 

Alastor cocked his head, trying for innocently confused and failing spectacularly. “But it’s the first of the month! Surely you haven’t forgotten our appointment?” 

He sighed. “No, of course not. But it’s seven in the morning, Alastor.” 

“And you’re up! Clearly deep in thought, I see. Shall I return at a later time?” 

Lucifer shook his head and beckoned him forward. “You’re here already, so let’s get this over with.”

He didn’t know for whose benefit he kept pretending he hated these little meetings as much as Alastor did. It wasn’t for the deer, who could pluck each one of his secrets from his mind as easy as breathing. But it was easier like this. If he pretended long enough, he might stop looking around corners to see if Alastor was in a room before walking in, his ears would stop pricking up at the sound of his name, and his heart might stop doing the macarena whenever he spotted anyone Tall, Dark, and Creepy. 

He was an idiot. He was cursed. The most colossally stupid, cursed idiot in the entire stupid universe because not only had he fallen for a sadistic asshole, he’d fallen for the one sadistic asshole who would never be able to want him back. 

Gabriel and his idiot prophecies. The next time he saw him, he was going to pluck all his feathers and serve him up medium rare over mashed potatoes and a side of green beans, Duck a L’Orange style. 

Alastor vanished into a mass of shadows and reappeared a moment later a few inches from his face. 

“Woah, woah, woah, personal space! Respect my personal space!” Lucifer yelled, trying to pinwheel backwards and finding himself pressed up against his desk. 

Ignoring him as usual, Alastor brought the tip of his claws under Lucifer’s chin and gently, oh so gently, tilted his head up. Those red eyes of his were hypnotic, glowing faintly as he searched the very depths of his soul. Lucifer’s cheeks turned from pink to dark red, and Alastor’s smile grew. He did so love it when he made Lucifer lose his cool. 

“You’re no fun to toy with when you’re put out like this,” Alastor remarked casually, as if they were just two people sharing a normal conversation over coffee, and not so close they were sharing the same breath. “Fine, I’ll bite. What’s on your mind, little king?” 

“Nothing,” Lucifer said, too fast. 

Alastor narrowed his eyes. “Are you really going to make me rip it from you?” He grinned. “An interrogation. Excellent. Like I always say to my listeners, there’s nothing like a good old fashioned interrogation to start the day!” He called a few shadow demons into reality, each one of them holding a set of rusty tools, each more disturbing than the last. “Call me a stickler for the old rules, but I like to start with a pair of pliers –”

Lucifer blanched. “You come at me with any of those, I’ll blast you into oblivion, Bambi. ”

Alastor’s eyes glowed with pleasure. “Oh, I’d love to see you try.”

They stood and glared at each other, the familiar electricity licking up Lucifer’s veins with their delicious warmth. Maybe it was what Alastor had intended, but the fire burned away some of the eerie sadness that always hovered at the edges of his mind, waiting to drown him in depression. When the demon was around, the darkness retreated, and he felt like his old self again. Optimistic. Innovative. Happy .

Don’t get used to it, the darkness whispered in his ear. Its words dripped like cold oil down his back. He won’t be around forever. It’s only a matter of time before he finds out the truth, and then he’ll leave you for good.

And just like that, the warm buzz Alastor had created disappeared, and the sadness rushed in again, cackling wildly as it dug its claws deep into Lucifer’s mind. 

Alastor watched it all with an impassive look on his face. Then, suddenly, Lucifer was in the air.

“Wha–” was all he was able to squeak out before he crashed into a nearby couch, one shadow tendril still gripping his ankle. He pushed himself up on his elbows right before a mass of shadows materialized on top of him. Alastor appeared, effectively caging Lucifer in with his larger form, pressing his shoulder into the cushions with one foot.

“What are you doing ?” Lucifer raged, using his superior strength to toss the demon off of him. Alastor whipped backwards and in one smooth motion struck out with his claws, which Lucifer narrowly avoided by diving forward – and slamming headlong into Alastor’s chest. 

When he looked up and saw what had happened, his face turned such a dark red he thought it might never turn back to its usual white shade. Crouched between his long legs like this, both his hands placed beside Alastor’s narrow hips, and his intoxicating scent blotting out Lucifer’s good sense, he felt slow and stupid, as if he’d been drugged. 

Then something sharp scraped against his head, and he thought he might pass out. Was Alastor…was he petting him?

“Mama always said you catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” came that classic radio static from above. This close, Lucifer could feel his heartbeat – and it was annoyingly steady. “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I can’t,” Lucifer whispered, his voice broken. 

Alastor always teased him for being an open book, but there was something even he didn’t know. Something Lucifer had been keeping secret for some time. 

The golden remnants of Adam’s former power accumulated inside of him every time they repeated their monthly ritual. Steadily, drop by drop, they had purified the stains of his soul. With most of the pollution gone, he felt cleaner. Stronger. Strong enough that every little bit of holy energy trembled now when he called them forth.

He could wash Alastor clean. Sever any obligation that remained between them. 

When Alastor had called on his favor before, he hadn’t been able to grant it. But if he asked now…

Don’t ask. He’d thought when they met in Rosie’s quiet shop in the heart of Cannibal Town, in the light of the fireflies back at Alastor’s bayou, in the darkened alleyways no Hell denizen dared to go. Every moment with Alastor felt exceedingly precious now. He relished each time Alastor slowly stripped off his shirt, his beautiful, scarred form bared to him and only him. He felt his breath tremble whenever he ran his fingers across the solid planes of Alastor’s chest, the heat of his body both familiar and a marvel each time he discovered it. 

Don’t ask. Don’t ask. Don’t ask .

But the guilt was growing, as if Alastor’s infection was leeching its insidious roots into his own soul. He had to tell him. Alastor would find out eventually – he always did – and he would never forgive him for willingly keeping chains tied around his neck. But he couldn’t let him go either. The sharp rasp of claws against his skull and the steady lullaby of Alastor’s heart made him feel perilously, ridiculously close to tears.

“You know, I could make you tell me,” Alastor said, the same way you would remark upon the pleasant weather. “But I would rather not use my favor on such a silly matter. I’ll be mighty displeased if you force my hand to such extreme measures. Do we understand each other?” 

“Who cares about what you want?” Lucifer shot back automatically. Alastor waited patiently, his eyes glowing a gentle red. 

The silence stretched on, marked only by the rabbit thump-thump-thump of Lucifer’s heart and the slower swing of Alastor’s. Finally, he opened his mouth. “I invoke –”

“No! ” Lucifer slapped his hand over his lips. He could feel those razor teeth biting into his fingers, revealing the golden ichor that lay beneath. “I’ll tell you.” The only thing worse than revealing the truth was being forced to reveal it. Alastor would really hate him then. “I…I can heal you now. Fully. No conditions attached.” 

Alastor’s eyes grew wide, and understanding dawned across his sharp features. “You can get rid of it? All of it?”

Lucifer nodded.

“I won’t have to come see you?”

Again, he nodded, although a pain like lightning, like Lilith leaving, like the crash of the Fall lanced through his heart. The darkness closed in, eager for their chance to strike. 

Alastor’s lips thinned, and the room glitched, refracted into blocks of red and black. “How long have you known?”

“A bit.” Lucifer’s voice was small, barely more than a whisper. “Not long. But I could have told you earlier. I’m sorry about that.”

Alastor studied him, green symbols flashing behind him like fireworks. Then, in the blink of an eye, the room returned to normal and he sat back, creating a bit of distance between the two of them. Lucifer’s skin crawled, missing the contact immediately. 

“Apology accepted. All’s well that ends well, I suppose. But if you ever keep anything like that from me again –” The crackle of static whined and hissed, hopping from frequency to frequency; at one point, he heard the swing of a band, and the next a news report. Alastor’s eyes turned to radio dials – a clear sign he was well and truly annoyed. Sometimes Lucifer made a little game of how fast he could trigger those dials, but he got no enjoyment out of seeing them today. “Well, let’s just say I won’t be so understanding .” 

“Fine,” he agreed tiredly. “I doubt we’ll be seeing enough of each other for me to get the chance, anyways.” 

Then he slapped his hand over his stupid, traitorous mouth. Had he really said that? Maybe Alastor had a point about him being way too easy to read. 

Alastor practically purred, more of an overgrown cat than a deer. He seemed to grow in size, looming over Lucifer, the picture of satisfaction. “Is that what you were so worried about? Well, my dear, I seem to remember an interesting little offer I made the day we started this arrangement. It’s still on the table. The only thing you have to do –” he leaned forward, green lightning flickering at his edges. The air crackled, breathless, as if time had stopped for the two of them, and the two of them alone. “Is say yes. ”

Lucifer had thought long and hard about this. Several sleepless nights, even. But in the end, no matter how much he wanted Alastor, no matter how much he feared the loneliness and the darkness of his own mind, he couldn’t do it. Not because he was scared of losing his soul – he wasn’t even sure he had a soul, for starters – but because he couldn’t do that to himself or Alastor. 

They were to be equals. Partners. If the prophecy was to be true, neither of them could be chained to the other. And as flawed as Alastor was, as disgustingly, beautifully human as he could be, the more time he spent with him, the more sure he was – that Lucifer wanted Alastor to be The One. 

Even if Alastor would never be able to return his feelings.

Lucifer shook his head, extinguishing Alastor’s hopeful flame. “My answer is no. It would be unfair to you.” 

“To me?” Alastor crackled, surprise shooting his voice up several frquencies. 

“You don’t feel the way I do for you,” Lucifer bit out, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice. The cards were all on the table. His hand was played. Now he waited for Alastor’s turn.

To his surprise, Alastor started laughing. 

“You angels,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he wiped a few tears from his eyes. “So simple. You always see the world in black and white, when everything is really shades of gray.” 

Lucifer frowned. “I didn’t ask for a philosophy lesson here.” 

“Do I feel the way you do for me? Do I dream of your bare skin pressed against mine? Do I think about what you might look like under that ridiculous outfit, how soft your lips might be?” Lucifer had stopped breathing entirely. His chest felt too tight and too loose, all at once. Alastor grinned, every inch the sinful abomination he claimed to be. “No, my dear. I do not. That is entirely your affliction, I’m afraid.”

Pain. Pain and hurt and humiliation. Lucifer felt about two inches tall, and growing smaller by the second. 

“But,” Alastor continued. “I haven’t entirely hated getting to know you. I must admit, I quite look forward to our little spats. You are an enjoyable adversary.”

“An enjoyable adversary?” Lucifer spat, wanting nothing more than to lick his wounds in peace. 

“ I am not finished .” Alastor’s radio static turned high, nearly obscuring his words. “As I was saying, you interest me in a way I am…unfamiliar with. It would be…uncomfortable for me if you stopped coming around.”

The world twitched and glitched. Alastor’s antlers, usually half-hidden in his hair, cracked as they grew. His ears were flat against his head. And Alastor, usually so prim and polished, so ineffable and untouchable… stuttered . Lucifer softened, feeling his injured pride heal at seeing Alastor struggle to put his own feelings – complicated as they may be – into words. Good Lord, he was actually tripping over his sentences! 

“Uncomfortable?” Lucifer asked, only half-teasing. 

“Exceedingly.”

“So you’re saying you still want me to come around?” 

Alastor winced, as if it caused him physical pain to admit to anything so annoyingly emotional. “Yes,” he bit out.

Lucifer’s gaze dipped lower, towards Alastor’s chest. To the mouthwatering bare skin beneath. Even if they did continue their strange not-quite-relationship, he would never again have an excuse to touch Alastor in that intimate way. To run his hands over his smooth skin. 

As if reading his mind, Alastor let out Hell’s most exasperated, put-upon sigh. “I am not opposed to some…contact.” His lips bared in a rather wicked grin. “As a matter of fact, I believe it will be a rather amusing carrot when I tire of the stick.” 

Bristling at the insinuation, Lucifer shot back, “I’m not some kind of donkey you can train!”

“That remains to be seen,” Alastor smiled. It was not a nice smile. Hot anticipation electrocuted Lucifer’s spine, and his mouth went dry. “Besides, I still have that pretty little carte blanche from you. How am I to use it if you’re not around?” 

“I’m sure you’ll find some creative use for it,” Lucifer grumbled. 

He hummed, no doubt a million nefarious plans running through that devious mind of his. “And if you ever get desperate, well…” He lowered his voice, his whisper like liquid sin. Pure temptation. Lucifer’s blood boiled for it. “My offer is still on the table.” 

“We’ll see,” Lucifer said. And he meant it. Maybe he would break from Alastor's incessant teasing and sell his soul to the devil (maybe he'd already lost it to him anyways). Maybe they would end up killing each other in a dramatic double murder. And maybe they would stay this way; constantly circling, constantly competing, constantly enemies for the rest of eternity. 

That was the beauty of life with Alastor - you never knew what you were going to get. And Lucifer was furiously, fiercely, fiendishly happy.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #platonic romance #alastor x lucifer #lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x alastor #duckiedeer #radioapple #appleradio #hazbin alastor #the end

[pixelmensupremacy]

Hi Mai 💗 Could I request “hey, lean down a little- i want to give you a kiss.” with Connor? The cuteness is 💕

A/N: Thank you for requestiing this, dear! I got kinda wild writing this. I hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 0.5K

Warnings: GN!reader, Deviant!Connor, not proof read, kinda suggestive, so MDNI

Bright amber was set ablaze on the circular diode on his temple, his brows were furrowed together- a mimic of shock and confusion he had picked up from (Y/N) along his infamous path of deviation. The call of his name immediately anchored his attention to the familiar voice he had registered in his CPU- the one of his beloved partner he associated with nothing but the best of sensations, intense, yet inexplicably pleasant. Cocoa brown pupils were focused on them as they were standing on their tip toes, their hands latched onto his shoulders, balancing their weight against his.

“May I help you?” thirium raised to his cheeks as he questioned, his arms reluctantly rested on the small of their back- yet another human-like interaction he became accustomed to throughout his experience with the whirlpool of sensations called deviation and even so more throughout his relationship with (Y/N). They stayed silent and instead tightened their hold on his shoulders, bringing him closer to them as much as they could, yet his lean, slender figure was still towering above them, throwing a shadow- shaped after his flawless features- across their face.

“Hey, lean down a little- I want to give you a kiss.” Their voice was quiet, demanding, yet assertive all the same, clearly giving out the invention behind their strange antics. Connor was frozen; his CPU froze, causing him to blankly stare at them as they gazed back at him in anticipation, a glimmer of innocent expectation shone behind the (E/C) of their irises as their finger nervously fidgeted with the collar of his dress shirt.

“Okay.” The words were barely audible as he himself was a tad bit reluctant to the motion that brought him so many different and intense emotions; despite having been in a committed relationship with (Y/N) for as long as he had come face to face with the experience of emotions, Connor was still getting used to the different aspects of intimacy and kissing was one of them. The pillow soft flesh of their lips brushed against the synthetic ones of his own, sending electric shockwaves across his systems. They hummed in delight, only enhancing the already intense sensation, yet their fingers slithering in his neatly combed back locks was the last string that brought him to the edge of blissful oblivion. An uncontrolled gasp drowned in the base of his vocal box, muffled by (Y/N)’s tongue pressing against his unintentionally stimulating the sensors of his synthetic tongue.  Even if he wanted, Connor coulnl’t battle the strong sensation of bliss that washed over his system akin to a tidal wave of pleasure that flooded his program with alerting notifications, warning him about consequences he could care less about now that his partner’s soft, muffled hums resonated against his sensors. He found himself cling to their smaller form, lifting them off the ground and instead bringing them closer to him; the warm of their skin pulled him in akin to a moth to a flame. He enjoyed himself- maybe a bit too much.

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#dbh fanfic #dbh imagine #dbh x reader #dbh rk800 #rk800 x reader #connor x reader #connor x you #connor rk800 #request

[lamemaster]

Feast of Blades

TW: Blood, gore, torture (not much but mentioned)

Pairing: Sauron x Reader

Genre: Grim-dark fantasy

Summary: The world you fought to save, the world promised to both Men and Elves, was being stolen. The Firstborn, once allies, turned into conquerors, rewriting history with the ink of lies.

Chapters: 1/ ?

AN: Very cannon divergent do not read if you don't like that ;) (unreliable narrators are lingering in this fic)

Sweat stung your eyes as your body contorted under the invisible weight. A thousand searing blisters erupted across your skin, each one a tiny scream of pain. Your bones groaned in protest, threatening to shatter under the relentless pressure. 

You could feel the claws of death prying you from the face of the Earth as it had done for all your ancestors. But you held on. You did not deserve to die yet. You will not accept whatever gift your creator held in the world beyond this one. Not until you had your revenge. 

Gritting your teeth, you bowed your head, the unforgiving earth digging into your bloodied palms. "Give me the power," you rasped, your voice hoarse with agony. "One chance. Turn me into whatever they crave the most. Make me desired by their kind and I will be their perfect weapon. I will sow discord within their ranks, bring chaos to their kingdoms. Just… let me live."

A chilling laugh echoed through the cavernous hall.  Though unseen, you felt the presence shift on its obsidian throne. "And why should I grant such a boon?" a voice like silk wrapped around razor blades slithered into the darkness.  A hint of amusement danced around the edges of the question, offering a sliver of hope amidst the despair.

"Because I cannot die," you hissed, channeling your desperation into defiance.  "Their kind fear oblivion, but I crave to destroy everything they hold dear. I need to live to repay the debt owed to my ancestors. I will burn their palaces to the ground, raze their cities to ash. Let them drown in their own fear! I cannot die, my Lord."

Sauron's chortle morphed into a chilling chuckle, the sound echoing through the cavernous hall. He leaned forward, the darkness swirling around him momentarily revealing a single, glowing red eye. The knowing glint in that eye confirmed your worst fears – he remembered you.

“My lord has chosen to side with the firstborn and so have I. What makes you believe that I, will help you human?” The eye narrowed in mirth.

"The Battle of Unnumbered Tears," you spat, your voice shaking with a mixture of defiance and desperation. "A victory for Men, but not without cost. It was your humiliation, wasn't it? For failing to see the treachery in the East. You still burn with that humiliation, Lord Mairon, don't you?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Sauron's face, quickly masked by a sardonic smile. "A clever ploy, mortal," he purred. "You play on old wounds, hoping to stir rebellion in a servant who has long since accepted his place. But tell me, what makes you think I would choose your fleeting rage over the power I wield at my Lord Melkor's side?"

"And you think," he continued, his voice a silken rasp, "that I, who bore the brunt of Melkor's wrath, would stoop to further your pathetic vendetta?"  A flicker of something akin to amusement sparked in his gaze. 

Decades. It had been decades since the world had shifted beneath your feet, leaving you scrambling for purchase on the treacherous slope of survival. 

Back then, your face, unmarred by the lines of time and the etchings of despair, held the youthful confidence of a captain under Lord Ulfang. Hope, naive and bright, had fueled your journey West, following tales of a gleaming Elven prince who promised salvation for the East.

You had fought side-by-side with the Firstborn then, battling orcs, goblins, and the tide of darkness Melkor unleashed upon Middle-earth.

Wide-eyed and awestruck by the ethereal beauty of your allies, you truly believed in the stories of unity and coexistence. It was the only way, your elders had said, to secure a future for your people, to stave off the encroaching famine that gnawed at the very heart of the East.

But victory, fleeting and bittersweet, had turned to ash in your mouth. The celebrations around meager rations, a mockery of their triumph, were soon replaced by a chilling realization.

The world you fought to save, the world promised to both Men and Elves, was being stolen. The Firstborn, once allies, turned into conquerors, rewriting history with the ink of lies. The lie spread like wildfire. Treachery of the Easterlings, they called it, twisting narratives to absolve their own thirst for power. Your people, once allies, became the scapegoats in a matter of days.

The memory of Lord Ulfang's screams still echoed in the desolate chambers of your mind. Skinned alive in the cell that held you and 20 others. His body left in the cell until some in the desperation of hunger nibbled on stiff fingers. 

"They hunted us," you spat, a feral snarl twisting your features.  "Like deer in the twilight, they stalked our fields, their laughter echoing as they cut down our men.  Our women, they did not kill, but worse.  They violated them in the name of their twisted breeding programs, forcing them to bear a generation of half-elven slaves."

Your voice cracked, the memory a searing brand on your soul.  "And now, they lord over the remnants of our people, herding us into gilded cages they call cities. The Children of Eru, they proclaim themselves!  Eru who turned a deaf ear to our pleas, who allowed our homes to be burned and our families to be torn apart!" Fury choked your voice, tears welling in your eyes.

You slammed your fist against the cold stone floor, the sound echoing through the cavernous hall. "I want to burn his world!  This song of creation, this symphony of suffering – I want to silence it all!  Eru who favored the Firstborn and left us to bleed in the dust. He doesn't deserve this world, this song!"

Tears streamed down your face, a mixture of rage and despair. You lurched to your knees before Sauron's unseen throne. "I offer you more than just my mortality, Lord Mairon. I offer you my song, the song of a people wronged, a song fueled by fury. Take my life force, take my flame imperishable, and use it to forge a weapon that will shatter the foundations of Eru's creation! I offer chaos."

The coarse fabric of a cloak brushed against your cheek, the scent of pine needles and lavender filling your nostrils. A low murmur of Elvish, its melody both beautiful and alien, filled your ears. You squeezed your eyelids shut, feigning unconsciousness, as another voice, baritone and familiar, spoke.

"We couldn't just leave her there," it said, a hint of exasperation lacing the words.  "Not with Lady Aeredhel being with us."

A heavy sigh followed, and you felt the soft press of a body settling beside you.  The floor beneath you was cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the rough earth you were used to. "Is she another one of your rescues, Glorfindel?" the newcomer inquired, pronouncing the name with a touch of reverence.

Recognition jolted through you. Gondolin. Sauron had chosen Gondolin as your first target.

A cold certainty settled over you, replacing the flicker of doubt.  His motives – the machinations of a fallen Maia – did not matter.  All that mattered was the delicious sting of vengeance, the promise of seeing the world burn as brightly as the hatred that consumed you. You were a spark, a tiny ember, but fanned by the winds of your suffering, you would become an inferno.

Let Sauron play his games. Let him dangle the promise of power and destruction. You would use him, twist him to your will, until Gondolin lay in ruins and the Elven screams echoed through the halls of Eru himself. In the end, there would be only one victor: you.

Keeping your eyes squeezed shut, you strained to catch every murmur. Turgon's head.  A monstrous image filled your mind's eye, a centerpiece for the feast you would prepare for Sauron. But the feast had to begin somewhere, and a wicked smile played on your lips beneath the mask of unconsciousness.

The House of the Golden Flower. The perfect place to start. Your "magnanimous rescuer," Glorfindel, would soon learn the true cost of his misplaced kindness.

A groan escaped your lips, weak and trembling. You cracked open an eye, feigning disorientation as you met the gaze of a golden-haired Elf, who peered at you with the lingering entitlement of a savior. 

#silmarillion x reader #the silmarillion #sauron x reader #cannon divergence #angst #grim dark #glorfindel x reader #morally grey characters #unreliable narrators

[shootingstarwritings]

Boys Locker Rooms be like

“Hey, what the hell’s this?”

The men gathered around the odd, squirming slime near a corner of the locker room. Nothing connected the men together other than the odd satisfaction they got from leering at the phenomenon before them. There was a distinct excitement and confusion in the room as they gathered around.

“Someone gonna touch it?”

“Hell no. Thing looks like it’d give me cancer or super AIDS if I did,” argued one of them while his buddy next to him chuckled.

“Well, someone’s gotta do something about it. Aw, fuck it, lemme go get the staff and OOMPH!” Before the man could even move, a tendril of the green slime shot into his open mouth to the shock of the other men. Slime traveled down the man’s throat as his body shook and convulsed.

As multiple screams filled the locker room, the slime continued to invade the man through whatever orifice was available. For some, it was their anus being invaded. Their legs buckled and they collapsed onto the locker room floor as a bloby sensation filled a tight, sacred place for them. Despite their resistance, a few even grew hard and leaked pre-cum at the penetrating sensation tickling their prostates. One man even ejaculated as the slime infested each and every one of his cells.

For others, it was their dickholes that the slime invaded them through. The held their junk in a vain effort to protect themselves, but were unable to struggle much. They fell back onto the ground, hips moving on their own as they were abused by the strange invader in such a painful, pleasurable way.

In every man’s head was the question, “Why?” until their only thoughts were, “Give me more!”

Once the last of the slime entered their bodies with a whip-like slosh, the men convulsed as their nervous systems were invaded. Legs trembled as sensual grunts filled the locker-room air. As the last of their consciousness cried out in a ecstasy-fueled moan, the men smiled and spread out on the floor. Their limbs relaxed as they were no longer under their control. Nerves fired away as a barrage of blissful pleasure welcomed them to oblivion.

A few minutes later, the men rose from the floor and continued changing as though nothing happened. However, there was a link between them. Their minds were no longer their own as the slimy substance sloshed around in their skulls, engulfing their brains in the green goo.

A glint appeared in their eyes as a another man, fresh from a workout and covered in a coat of sweat, walked in. He gave a few curt nods to the men he recognized nice, and they mirrored the action. Though the slime puppeting the men wasn’t sure exactly what or why it was doing these things, it simply was right. There was nothing but instinct guiding it. To spread, to breed, to grow was its sole directive.

“Hey, what the fuck, man!” He shouted as two bodies drew the shower curtain back.

“Get the fuck out, I’m--ORRRGH!” The suds-covered man was unable to fight back as one man tackled him to the ground while another kissed him. A torrent of green goo slithered up one’s throat and down to the other.

Meanwhile, the slime continued to spread. Its hosts shivered with glee as it discovered just how effective the city’s pipes were in its conquest.

“Hey, what’s this fucking--ARGH!”

“Don’t get much time to relax in the bath. Can finally--woah! H-Hey, something’s crawling up my, W-WOAH, AAAHHH!”

#male possession #slime possession #lmao idk #dilf possession #possession #male body possession #alien possession #...maybe

[synnthamonsugar]

my challenge if you choose to accept it is simply “make Ikora and Drifter convincingly loyal/committed to each other somehow” :D

Among the ruins of a Reef outpost, Ikora Rey bundles into her heavy coat and the arms of Drifter. The air is mercifully still but bitingly cold, the cracked terrain of Rhea claiming the structures piece by piece, twisted metal and broken glass scattered down a rocky scarp. The complex has laid untouched, undoubtedly, since the Queen's deal with The Nine, two decades ago at this point, permanently ending the royal spies' intrusion into their territory.

She hopes hers' and Drifter's presence will not upset them as the Crows' had.

"I'm still a little starstruck you invited me on the mission," he says, winding his arm around her back as she wraps hers around his shoulder. It could have been empty flattery, but she's seen Drifter's lies and honesty enough — more the latter in recent years — to distinguish between the two.

"You're smart. Perceptive. Tough. You talk as well as you fight, Eli, and know exactly when to do both."

In some measure, he would always be The Drifter to her, but he's hardly the itinerant showman she once knew — or didn't know, to be precise. He had stayed, against all odds, growing on a path that commingled with her own. He had become known, and in being known deserved a name. 

The dossier had provided Ikora options. Sometimes he was Germaine. Others, Wu Ming, and others still Hope. The Hidden wore many faces and titles, and though The Drifter was not a part of her order he slithered between identities as effortlessly as any of her own.

"And I know myself. I've shed myself and embraced a new skin, more times than I can count. I am many," The way he hangs on those words sends a shiver unrelated to the cold. "I've been many since before the first brick was laid in the City walls. But all of that? It still don't make me one of your agents."

"Of course not. I would never ask you to work for — what do you say? 'The Man'?" 

He laughs. "Good. Like hell I'd say yes. But I'll work with you. Name the job, and I'll be there at your side."

She couldn't help but smile at his words, warmth greater than even their shared solar light could provide heating her.

Drifter distinguishing between Ikora Rey, person, Ikora Rey, Warlock Vanguard, and IKO-006, Hidden Spymaster would have been unthinkable at one time. Once, she was synonymous with authority, so it felt significant for her to be separated from it in his mind. She had come to find distinctions, too. The Drifter, gambit MC; Germaine, dark age lightbearer, Wu Ming, barkeep, and Eli, pilgrim guard; Hope, unknowing agent in an intelligence operation so deep undercover that the lines between what it was and what it sought to root out blurred into oblivion. He was no longer the avatar of an earlier age of lawlessness, vagrant, huckster selling thrills for a limited time, not worth reaching out to because he'd vanish as soon as she tried.

The struggle to understand Darkness, to ply it to their will to survive its representative had changed them both in surprising ways, subtle enough to escape the notice of all but each other. They had both shed old skins and embraced new ones. Or maybe — become more of themselves, what they'd been all along beneath the molt. 

"Can you imagine telling our past selves that we'd end up like this?"

"Well, I remember lookin' out across the courtyard thinking you were the prettiest lady I'd ever laid eyes on," he moves in for a gladly returned kiss. "So, I'd say old Drifter would be jubilant!" 

"I may have watched you, too, for reasons besides surveillance." She presses her lips to his again, this time lingering a bit longer. "I would be . . . pleasantly surprised. I'm not sure what I pictured for the future, but I was sure you wouldn't be a part of it."

"Did you picture tracking down cultists worshiping a god we all thought was a myth? Things change. Sometimes they change fast, if you're lucky for the better. I'd rather be with you, with the friends I've made —'' there's just a tinge of embarrassment in his words, like he's disused to saying it — "than runnin' away to watch fools brain each other for a cache of glimmer while I sleep every night with a gun clutched to my chest, waiting to be next."

Ikora had often thought of Drifter as a man who defined himself by his pleasures: food and drink, games and partners and adventure. But it was a surprise to hear him admit to wanting comfort. A rosy sense of peace settles into her as she presses her forehead against the rough fabric of his bandana.

"I'm glad at least some things changed for the better."

"I'm glad there's still thrills to be had, in good company." With a soft touch of her cheek he ducks away. Wordlessly they transmat their helmets, standing straight and stiff at a professional distance from each other as the cloaked figure rounds into view.

Their informant has arrived.

#ty for this prompt nem! I hope you like it! #destiny #ikora rey #the drifter #ikora/drifter #synnth fic

[heli0s-writes]

felt the fever, knew it was mine

a/n: i am,, , alive. reader/steve fluffy dopey kids who like each other!!! feat. a poor witch as the vehicle for this relationship. 1.7k words. warnings: language

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Steve gets cursed on a Tuesday afternoon.

Cursed as in, yeah, there’s a witch with long dark purple fingernails and glamrock eyeliner aiming her wand at him. She even chants a spell and everything.

For a second, before the lightning rod of slithering green collides with him, you think out of all the goddamn things that could kill him, that you can’t believe it’s going to be Sabrina the Teenage Witch.

He’s sent flying, crashing into an overturned car, flipping with the grace of someone flung off a catapult by a meteorite, and goes limp. 

You don’t realize you’ve moved until you come to in the middle of the street with Bucky’s forearm over your collarbones, his metal hand whirring at your ear as he curls his fingers around your head.

He’s pressed up close, tense, and he’s saying, “It’s over. She’s down. You’re going to cause a scene.” 

Landing a few feet away is Tony, helmet retracting over his face as he grimaces, “Consider it already caused.” Then, with some reverence, “Shit, what an arm.” 

Your dominant hand is clenched tightly and there’s a brief sensation of pain rushing up to your shoulder as you breathe yourself back to normal.

In the distance, Steve’s shield is lodged into the side of a van with a blaring car alarm-- a shocking amount of blood on it.

Not too far away is another limp body and then the rest of your teammates scuttling in front, keeping bystanders and your own horror at bay. 

Panic pushes itself through your already keyed up nerves. You did that? The ragdoll of a person, completely incapacitated to oblivion—you did. Holy fuck.

“Yep,” Bucky confirms, letting you go with a few sympathetic pats on the back.

“No,” you whisper, appalled.

“Yep.” Bucky laughs, then, because he’s a jackass.

Sam lands with Steve, laying him gently down to take stock of his injuries. Nothing looks terribly broken, but he’s unconscious, his body radiating heat, his face a vibrant pink.

“Aw,” Tony crows, “look at that, he’s blushing.”

Bucky crouches, listening for slight wheezing. Growing up with Steve pre-serum put a lot of responsibilities on Bucky’s plate—including, but not limited to, taking care of Steve when he’s sick as a dog.

So he knows best when he announces, “Nah. That’s not a blush; that’s a temperature.”

-

Labeling the way Steve feels as ill, or terrible, or even close to death is an understatement of biblical proportions.

He aches from the topmost layer of his skin all the way down to the marrow of his bones like each cell is being lovingly hand-breaded by glass. It‘s between his eyes, in the folds of his brain, random nerves in his belly and neck and even his knees.

He’s back in Brooklyn, shivering through rough winters on an empty stomach, coughing his puny little lungs out. And the craziest thing is that it’s even worse now since he can feel so much more with his heightened faculties— and that he’s been hit with angry, vengeful magic, which follows about zero conventions of logic. He doesn’t know where to start but the saline drip stabbed into a vein seems reasonable.

“Matilda did a number on you.”

He coughs, “Feels like,” to Sam. His lips are cracked and dry. His throat like cactuses are growing in it. He’s going to stick to one-word answers if possible, and maybe Morse code, when the time comes. “After?”

He’s crawling towards death one full-body shiver at a time and still wants the debrief. Old habits die fucking hard.

Sam makes an amused noise, “This and that.”

“Sam.” Steve can fit so much into one syllable.

Sam hems and haws for a while longer, but because he’s Sam, and because he’s talking to Steve—a brick wall on a good day and the barrel of a gun on a bad one—he relents.

“Alright, alright. You know how we’re all friends?” Sam looks at him like that’s a real, genuine question. Steve listens, unruffled. 

“And... you know how sometimes these things can get... friendly? And you know how sometimes, to the rest of the friends, the two other friends who get on each other’s nerves a lot but then turn around and co-pilot the jet, go jogging at the ass crack of dawn, pick up dinner--” Steve opens his mouth but suddenly launches into a coughing fit, which apparently is a signal to Sam to keep going. 

Sam’s eyes flutter as he interlocks his fingers, pressing his hands to his cheeks like a lovestruck cartoon. “—And man, do they make some serious heart eyes they think no one else can see-- like, it’s real--”

“Sam.” Steve’s wringing the poor syllable dry.

“Right,” Sam replies breezily, “Anyway, those two obviously needed a little push in the right direction.”

Steve grunts himself from beneath the sheets spitefully, easing the IV out and chucking it aside. If he’s embarrassed that Sam just laid bare his entire back and forth situation he’s got going on with you, he’s not going to admit it.

Sam laments, “Man, don’t do that. I’m supposed to tell you to get back into bed. Seriously, if it was one of us, you know, who aren’t—soup’ed up—” He gestures to Steve ambling painstakingly slow, but ambling nonetheless, despite getting blasted in the heart and finishes, “-- it’d be a coma, best case.” 

Steve winces as he pivots, catching himself on a countertop, realizing he’s ass out down the back in a hospital gown, and turns enough to hide.

Sam, who is neither disturbed nor impressed, pouts. “No point in me telling you again, is there?”

“If it makes you feel better, be my guest.”

Sam heaves an offended sigh before staring at the ceiling like it could collapse and put him out of his misery. 

“Alright, whatever, when you get your ass nailed to the wall, don’t come running to old Sam. Old Sam just tryin’ to look out for you, but no sir, no one listens to Sam. Hell.”

Steve grins, mouths thank you, forgets that he asked Sam to debrief him without actually receiving an answer, and hobbles toward the restroom just to get out of sight.

-

He slips and falls, so what?

He knocks his head on the tile, watches the room shatter into stars, comes to with someone yelling half at him, half down the hall, and when he closes his eyes again, he’s out. So what?

He fucks up, is what. He wakes up even worse off, getting a cup of warm soup shoved into his hand, and a set of hard, angry eyes glaring at his ashen face.

“You.”

Steve flinches, blood concentrating and pounding on the welt from his drop. If he could cram an essay into one syllable of Sam’s name, then you’ve got him beat with an entire goddamn dissertation in a single pronoun and a look. 

Getting his ass nailed to the wall is both more and less painful than he predicted. On the upside, it’s not literal, but that’s just how idioms work Steve, you meatball. On the downside, you look like you could peel his face off layer by layer and feed it to him-- and you haven’t even started yet.

“S’ry,” he mutters and wonders if he can swing the Morse code thing or not. You point to the cup in his hand, your mouth slipping into an angry, thin line, and Steve takes a long, showy slurp.

“Mm,” he attempts, “’s good. What is it?”

“Just eat.” Your tone is severe. He puts the option of flattery away.

Steve lowers his head and places the spoon back in his mouth. The broth is silken and tart, bursting with buttery chicken and orzo and a sprinkle of dill with a slight eggy finish. He knows he’s not instantly cured, but when he looks up and your flint-edged expression softens just a little, he thinks he feels it.

“Hey,” he croaks out, for no damn reason other than he wants to. Kinda hurts, though.

You give him an impressive look somewhere between are you stupid and my god, you’re stupid.

Granted, this is par for the course, and he expects a lot more yelling, name-calling, maybe a bit of theatre since you really love re-enacting any of Steve’s poorer life choices just to drive the point home.

When you don’t do any of that, only glaring at your own hands pressed together tightly, he kind of puts it together.

“What,” he pauses, “um, happened?”

An equally awkward few seconds follow before you announce with a tone that kindly suggests Steve to shut the fuck up, “You fell down.”

He’s never been any good at taking hints. “No,” he tries again, “before that.”

“You were supposed to stay in bed.”

“I meant—”

“You got your shit rocked by Hocus Pocus.” You rub your temple before it comes out in a crash of words. “I threw your shield, very hard, in a fit of rage.”

“Oh.”

“Aim… was good.”

“Yeah?” He grins before he can stop himself.

“Don’t look so proud.”

“Can’t help it. Kinda am.”

You poke him in the chest, right in the middle of a bruise, ouch.

“It was embarrassing, Rogers. I showed my whole ass out there, splitting that stupid witch in half with your shield no less, like—"“

You look away, and his face isn’t any better, burning hot with excitement and a small bit of fear because it might just be his stupid brain that’s making something out of nothing. That’s been making up the way your eyes go soft at the edges for him sometimes.

But they’re soft again, now, as you dart them back, chewing on your lip. “Like I was declaring it for the whole world to see.”

He’s grinning now, feeling less hurt by the second as his heart beats fast and ridiculous.

“Oh, Jesus.” You look away the longer he waits like an excited dog for a treat. “Do I have to say it?”

He reaches for your hands, prying them free of each other before you tear all your own fingernails off. Then, he squeezes with a bashful smile. “Me too.”

“Cool…” you blow an invisible lock of hair out of your eyes.

“… Cool?”

“Yeah, don’t smother me, Rogers,” you grunt, sticking out your chin. “We’re not going steady or nothin’, capiche?”

He thinks it’s really cute how, when embarrassed, you start yammering with a slight Brooklyn inflection. Must be how often you’re around him—or Bucky. Steve pales for a second, because there’s much worse you could pick up from Bucky than just a slight twang.

“You showed your whole ass, too,” you shrug, derailing his train of thought. “When you fell in the restroom. The gown.” You make a separating motion like drawing apart curtain, “I found you.”

“Oh my gosh.” Steve flares up red, mortified. “Oh my gosh.” He’s ready to pass back out. Go back into the coma again.

You laugh, and he’d do anything to hear it forever. “Consider us even.”

He buries his face in soup and agrees.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #marvel #mcu #reader insert #fanfiction