#WAS HE SCULPTED BY THE GODS?? THIS IS FUCKING UNFAIR

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I've been promising this one for awhile.

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Starring: Mafia Boss!Sukuna

My contribution to @chrollohearttags Tales from the Underbelly collab! In which Gojo accidentally kidnaps the wrong girl, and our "heroes" have to decide what to do with her.

Content includes: slow burn smut, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, blood kink if ya squint, and slight indulgence of the writers breeding kink.

Trigger warnings include: Kidnapping, gun violence, gore, a dog attack, an attempt at assault and the use of the word "ravenette" once as a dare. Reader discretion is advised.

Your mom had warned you about meeting strange men online. You had assumed at the time it was just her weird boomer-esque tendencies, a fear born before the time of tinder. But as you breathed in your own breath from inside this itchy burlap sack, sitting tied up in this not-at-all comfortable chair, you started to think maaaybe she was on to something. 

It wasn’t your fault though, truly it wasn’t. This guy was hot. Like, unbelievably hot. So hot it was stupid. So hot he belonged on the cover of french magazines or in summer blockbuster movies that sell tickets not for the plot- but for the eye candy. Who wouldn’t risk life and limb to get a piece of that? You wondered if Satoru Gojo was his real name, just in case you needed to make a police report. You wondered if you’d get that far.

Okay, Y/n, no no, don’t think like that. That will get you killed. Calm down and assess the situation. What did you last remember? Your date. You met him at a bar, and was genuinely shocked when he matched his profile picture. You made idle chit chat, and your drink came. Did you order that drink? You couldn’t remember now. You did remember it tasting salty for a screwdriver though…

Shit, that guy definitely drugged you. Why?! It made no sense, you probably would have fucked him if he had just asked nicely! Hell, even if he had asked rudely, there was no need for this! You silenced your thoughts as you heard movement. A door opened and the sound of boots on concrete echoed through a far too big to be practical room. And then, a familiar voice.

“No dude, I got her!” That was definitely Gojo, the fuck ass. “It was so easy too.” He was laughing, because of course he was.

“Yea, that’s the problem. Excuse me for being suspicious, but this feels way too easy considering how long we’ve been chasing this woman,” another, much smoother voice said. Oh god, what the fuck had you gotten yourself into now? Why the fuck did weird shit always have to happen to you? It was like you were the main character in some fucked up wattpad, or Tumblr, fanfiction.

“Nah dude, it’s the real deal. Toji doesn’t keep his girl as wrapped up as we’ve been led to believe.” Gojo’s far-too-joyful-for-your-taste voice came again. It was much closer this time. Your body tensed as you realized the two of them were right next to you. “I matched with her on fucking tinder dude! All according to plan!”

“We’ll see about that.” Smoothie voice said. As he did, the bag was ripped off your head, and quite honestly you were too shocked to scream. You took the situation in front of you in with wide panicked eyes. There was your shitty date, looking far too proud of himself considering all he did was kidnap a helpless girl. And another man, crouched in front of your metal chair, taking in your features. Was this just a gang of people that was so attractive it was unfair? He ran a hand though his long dark hair, and knitted his perfectly sculpted eyebrows together as he looked at you. Then shook his head and stood up.

“You really did it now, idiot, that’s the wrong girl!” The ravenette snapped at your former tinder match. Satoru just blinked in disbelief.

“What?” He asked, and Oh boy, your brain started working again! Just in time for you to start screaming at the top of your lungs as the truly horrifying nature of your situation settled into your bones. This startled the men, causing them both to scream, and the dark haired one to even stumble away from you. 

“That was such a late reaction!!” Gojo yelled at you as he finally found words again.

“FUCK YOU SATORU GOJO, WHEN YOU KILL ME, I SWEAR I’M GOING TO HAUNT YOUR ASS!” You screamed at him, deciding if you were gonna die here you might as well fling a few threats around. 

“You used your real name for the honeytrap?!” The unnamed man hissed, punching Gojo in the shoulder.

“Hey!” Gojo yelped, “I thought it was her! I didn’t think it was gonna matter! What are we going to do Suguru?!” Oh, so Suguru was his name. Good to know.

“Don’t say my name!” Suguru snapped. Too late, you knew it already. “The boss is not going to be happy, you know this, right?”

“Well I mean, I-” Gojo started, before you cut in.

“Can I at least know why you guys are gonna kill me before it happens?” You asked. You wanted to know what to avoid for your next life. Gojo had the audacity to scoff at you.

“Wow, I was literally talking and you interrupted me,” He scoffed, “Rude much?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll try to be more considerate of the man who drugged and kidnapped me next time I open my mouth! As if that wasn’t rude as hell!” You hissed.

“Get married later, we have other problems!” Suguru demanded, snapping in front of Satoru to get his attention. “The boss is going to be here any minute, and we have the wrong girl!”

“Why don’t we just kill her?” Gojo asked. And look at that, you were screaming again. They both screamed with you, Suguru screaming over you and adding a “CAN WE PLEASE ALL STOP SCREAMING?!” at the end. 

And you did, because technically he had done nothing to wrong you, and you had no beef with him. Satoru shut up when you did. “Thank you!” He snapped, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples to try and fight off the migraine that was forming. “No, Gojo, we can’t just kill her! She’s an innocent, it goes against the code. You and I both know The Boss would have you castrated if you break the code.” Suguru reminded the man next to him. Oh, that was good news.

“So, I’m not gonna die?” You asked.

“You’re not gonna die.” “Nothing is off the table yet.” The men spoke in unison, glaring at each other as they finished their sentences.

“Sooooooo, you’re gonna let me go?!” You asked, beaming with a forced excitement, hoping it would rub off on them and they’d untie you then and there.

“It’s not that easy.” Suguru sighed, “If we let you go now, you’d definitely go to the cops, and you know at least his full name.” He said, glaring at Satoru once again.

“What if I promise not to go to the cops?” You asked.

“You and I both know that won’t work.” He looked almost sympathetic to your plight.

“What if I pinky swear not to go?” You asked. His sympathy vanished.

“In another life, you two are perfect for each other.” He scoffed to Gojo. Mere seconds after he said that, the door behind you opened again. Both men turned their full attention to the footsteps approaching, both looking terrified- though Gojo more than Suguru. You tried to look behind you, but alas, you were not an owl and could not turn your head 360 degrees around. 

“What did you two idiots fuck up now?” A low, gravely voice asked behind you. 

“What?!” Gojo tried to look offended, “Boss, I’m hurt! Why would you assume we fucked up?” he pouted. Suguru just dropped his head into his hands.

“Because it’s you Satoru, and when I came in here, you both looked at me like I was the cops and you had a corpse.” The voice scoffed, “And that never bodes well. Is that the girl?”

“So, you see, about that-” Suguru started, only to be cut off by a new man shoving his face in yours. The club of people that won the genetic lottery grew, and you hated to admit he was the sexiest member yet. Sharp features made more pronounced by a faceful of tattoos that absolutely shouldn't have been as attractive as they were. Hard eyes seemed to glow an unnatural red in the dim light of this garage(?) and his fluffy pink hair seemed both horrifically misplaced on his head, and perfectly matched all at the same time. Suddenly, you weren’t worried about your future. You were wondering what choices you had to make to sit on that perfectly sculpted face.

WAIT FOCUS Y/N, YOU’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! You flinched away from him, tensing up because well…that’s what people do in these situations, right? You saw a tic form in his perfect jaw, and he stood up. You got a good look at what he was wearing. Fitted slacks with a dress shirt, a well tailored vest on top making him ooze with expense. The others were dressed nice too, but he somehow managed to outshine them all. Maybe its because his sleeves were rolled up, showing off his tattooed wrists and gorgeous forearms. God truly did have favorites.

“You.” He demanded more than asked, turning to Gojo and pointing at him.

“Yes Sukuna?” Gojo asked, and Suguru couldn’t hold back the groan that ripped from his throat.

“Stop using names you fucking idiot.” Suguru hissed. So his name was Sukuna.

“Gojo come here.” Sukuna said again, instantly shutting up both men. Gojos eyes grew even wider with fear.

“I, um…I’d rather not boss, I-...You’re gonna hurt me.” Gojo gulped.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” Sukuna assured him, and for a second he sounded so sincere and comforting, even you believed him. 

“D-...Do you promise?” Gojo asked, trepidation still flooding his voice.

“I promise, I’m not going to hurt you.” Sukuna said again. Slowly, like a wild animal learning to trust, Satrou crept over to his boss. It was then you noticed Sukuna’s rings. You noticed them, because the moment Satoru was in bitch slapping range, he got bitch slapped with the ring hand, so hard that if Suguru hadn’t been there to catch him, he would have hit the floor. 

“You said you weren’t gonna hurt me!” Gojo yelped. Suguru shook his head, unable to believe his friend fell for that.

“I lied!” The pink haired man snapped, “How’s it feel to be lied to Satoru?! Do you like it?! I know I sure fucking don’t.” He hissed as he slapped him again, “You said you had Toji’s wife! That’s not Toji’s fucking wife you imbecile!”

“Ha, take that asshat, that’s what you get!” You laughed, taking maybe a little bit too much joy in Satoru’s pain. And suddenly, all three men were staring at you. You shrunk a bit at the realization. “My bad, I shouldn’t have spoke,” You muttered, “I’ll let y'all get back to it.”

Sukuna took a long deep breath to try and reregulate himself before turning back to you. “Hi.” He said, giving a smile that you think was meant to be welcoming, but his naturally sharp canines just made it menacing. “Who are you?” He asked.

“I don’t know if it’s safe to tell you my name…” You muttered softly.

“You’re already tied up under my house babe, little late to be shy now.” He pointed out. Fair enough.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” You said. He nodded and gave a small wave. 

"Hi Y/n. So what all do you kn-"

"Wait, what's your name?" You asked, cutting off a clearly powerful man. “Is Sukuna like, a title, or?” He stopped mid sentence and blinked at you, bringing his hands together in a death grip so he didn’t punch the disrespect out of your mouth. 

“Sorry, you threw me off. I’m not used to being interrupted.” He said through gritted teeth.

“That’s a common problem for her!” Gojo accused from Suguru’s arms, pointing for emphasis. This quickly got him dropped. Sukuna glared at him.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop talking.” He threatened Gojo before turning back to you. “My name’s not important right now. What is important is finding out just how much you know. So start talking doll.” He said, going into his back pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. 

“So, before I answer, am I more likely or less likely to go home based on how much I know?” You asked, “Cause I’d like to go home in one piece.” The pink haired man laughed at your words as he lit his smoke. Well, laughed is a strong word. More like he aggressively blew air out of his nose, like when you see a funny meme. 

“That’s cute Dollface,” He muttered, blowing the smoke out of his lungs, “Answer my question.”

“You answer mine first.”

“No, I won’t.” 

“Come on dude, I only want you to answer one question-”

“You only want one question answered?” It did suck to be interrupted, “Fine, I’m Sukuna. Now what do you know about us?” You were confused at first, until you realized he was answering one question you asked. Just not the question you wanted answered. Well shit.

“I know his name is Satoru Gojo, his is Suguru, you’re Sukuna, and you guys are looking for some guy named Toji’s wife. Oh, and Gojo takes dick pics with a ring light.” Sukuna closed his eyes and scrunched his eyebrows at that last part, riding out the cringe wave.

“Dude, you don’t really do that, do you?” Suguru whispered to the man next to him.

“Good lighting makes the picture Suguru.” Gojo whispered back. 

“We didn’t need to know that.” Sukuna said, opening his eyes again.

“You asked what I knew.” You said, shrugging as best as you could considering you were tied up. 

“What are we going to do Boss?” Suguru asked, getting the team back on track. Sukuna took a long drag off his cigarette, trying to find an answer to that question. You were innocent, nowhere near the syndicates radar. You were a victim of them, it wasn’t fair to kill you for the crime of matching with a loser on tinder. It also went against what they stood for. At the same time though, they couldn’t just let you leave. You knew all of their names, for Satoru you knew his full name. Not only that, there was the risk of you letting it slip they were looking for Toji’s wife. Though, Toji probably knew that, all things considered. She did have a hit called out on Nanami after all, he’d be stupid not to assume they were looking for her. Fuck.

“Bring her upstairs.” Sukuna finally said, rubbing his temple with his free hand. He wondered why he kept Gojo on the payroll. “She’s our guest until further notice.” Suguru and Satoru shared a knowing glance before going and untying you.

“So you’re letting me go?!” You asked hopefully.

“Not quite,” Sukuna informed you, “Until we can find a more…permanent situation for you, you’re now the property of The Syndicate. Make yourself at home Doll.” He said as he put his cigarette back in his mouth.

“Hold on, what?!” You asked, struggling against Gojo and Suguru as they tried to drag you upstairs, “Wait, property?! Wait, hold on!” You yelped. Suguru rolled his eyes, deciding it was easier to just throw you over his shoulder at this point. “Hey! Put me down!”

“I don’t understand why you’re bitching, I thought you didn’t want to die?” He asked. And suddenly, this was all put into perspective for you. You either play nice, or you take a prolonged dirt nap. Shit. Not great options. You decided death wasn’t what you wanted, they did imply this was only temporary after all. You sighed and accepted your fate, going limp on Suguru’s shoulder. 

The sudden bright lights of the house blinded you after so long in the dim basement. You were happy when Suguru finally put you down, less so when you heard a giant dog barking, and claws scraping on hardwood. You turned around in enough time to see an absolutely massive Rottweiler running at you full speed, teeth bared. You yelped, going to try and hide behind Suguru or hell even Gojo, only to find they had already backed way the hell up; giving the beast room to turn you into dog food. You closed your eyes and tensed your body as you braced for impact.

The impact never came. When you opened your eyes, all you found was a dopey smile sitting politely in front of you, panting while waiting for pets. “Aww,” You smiled, reaching down to give him some ear scratches. His already wagging tail kicked it into high gear as you did, melting your heart. “You’re just a big baby, aren’t you?” You cooed in your baby voice.

Sukuna came up from the stairs then, rolling his eyes at the scene. “Wow Brutus, good job buddy, you’re so good at being a guard dog. No ones gonna break in here, lest they get drooled on.” He scoffed.

“To be fair, Brutus’ slobber is a genuinely terrifying thing.”  Suguru pointed out. 

“It gets everywhere.” Gojo confirmed. 

“I think you guys are just cowards.” You shrugged, petting the good boy on they head.

“They are.” Sukuna confirmed, also giving Brutus a solid pat for good measure. He turned to you then. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

“My room?” You questioned. 

“That’s what I said,” His voice had an edge to it, like he was losing his patience with every second that passed. He turned to Gojo and Suguru. “Gojo, you know where she lives right?”

“Yea, I do.” He nodded. You did not like what that implied, considering you hadn’t given him your address. But, you were already kidnapped, so, maybe it was a little late to worry.

“Good. Take Geto and go grab her essentials. Clothes, toothbrush-”

“Oh, my switch!” You added. Sukuna glared at you from the corners of his eyes. “What?” You asked, “Someone’s gotta take care of my animal crossing island!” Sukuna closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Her switch, I fucking guess, and bring it back here.” He said, “Don’t fuck it up.” He wasn’t sure how they would fuck it up to be fair, but they had surprised him before. 

“Got it Boss!” Satoru said, saluting Sukuna before grabbing Suguru and heading for the door.

“Oh, and Gojo?” Sukuna called right before they reached the door. Gojo froze.

“Yea Boss?”

“We’re not done here. See me when you get back.” His voice was dark. Nothing he said was threatening, but if that was true then why were the hairs on the back of your neck standing up? And why did Gojo physically cringe, as if future him was giving him a taste of pain yet to come? 

“Understood Boss.” He said, leaving with Suguru. And with that, you were alone with a mob boss. Sukuna turned to you, blatantly eyeing you up. You suddenly felt shy under his gaze.

“Come on, your room is upstairs.” He said, moving past you to an opulent staircase on the opposite wall of the living room. You followed him, not really sure what else to do. 

“You know, you’re surprisingly calm about all of this.” Sukuna said as the two of you climbed the stairs, “Not gonna lie, I kinda expected you to like…argue with me about all of this.”

“Do you want me to argue with you?” You asked.

“No, not really. I’m just curious about why you’re not.” He explained.

“Rent’s expensive,” You shrugged, “I was like, a week away from eviction.” You admitted, looking down to try and hide your shame. It wasn’t like you had done anything wrong either. You had done everything right, followed all the money tips you could, given up iced coffee. Turns out, rent is substantially more expensive than iced coffee and when your job doesn't pay a living wage, well- living is hard. “Honestly, I kinda need a place to crash.”

“Oh, I see. Well, lucky you then.” He chuckled softly as you reached the top of the staircase. You didn’t know if you’d call yourself lucky, but, you’d take what you could get. “Here, this one’s yours.” Sukuna said, opening a door to the right. You walked into an extravagant red room, a giant bed covered in black silk with a tall canopy sat as the center piece with a black wardrobe off to the side. 

“Is this like, your sex room?” You asked, your mouth moving faster than your brain. He gave a short snappy ‘HA!’ at your joke, shaking his head softly.

“Yeah, you wish.” He accused, and yeah he was right. You kinda did wish. “This is just the guest room.”

“So…Do I live with you now?” You asked as you moved to sit on the bed. A reasonable question. Sukuna leaned against the doorway, moving his head back and fourth in the universal motion of ‘I have no fucking idea, give me a sec while I think of what to say.’

“Eh, “live” is a strong word.” He finally said with a shrug. “You’re just here until we can come up with a better solution.” He explained. You nodded, accepting that you weren’t going to get a straight answer- because he didn’t have one to give. 

“Well that’s exciting.” You mumbled, trying to rub the tired out of your eyes. It had been a long day.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll figure out what to do with you in a few days.” He tried to comfort you, before finally leaving you alone.

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A few days had quickly turned into a few weeks. You had acclimated to your new life well, learning when to ask questions and when not to. Brutus had become your best friend, and Sukuna your odd roommate who left at weird times in the night. You were more comfortable with your situation than you were willing to admit. Turns out, you weren’t above all those other Y N girlies that immediately got stockholm syndrome after a day of kidnapping.

Still, that didn’t mean you felt particularly safe. The moment you started to, something happened. The very next time you saw Gojo after he left to grab your things, his arm was in a cast. You would hear screaming- or worse begging- from the basement. An already hushed conversation would fall completely silent as you came down the stairs. There was always something to remind you that you were not here of your own free will. 

“Ummm…Shota?” You asked from your spot on the couch, watching him put on his jacket.

“Nope.” 

“Hmmm…Akira?” Your relationship with Sukuna was an odd one. The two of you had grown comfortable with each others presence, enough that you would find yourself casually hanging out with him, or in this case, pestering him as you tried to guess his first name.

“Wrong again.” He said, checking the jacket to make sure his cigarettes were in one of the pockets. They weren’t.

“Yuji?”

“Gross no- Do I look like a Yuji to you?” That one seemed to genuinely offend him a bit. You had to be getting close.

“Yagi?”

“Y/n, why does it matter to you so much that you know my first name?” He asked, grabbing his smokes from the end table next to the couch. He made eye contact with you when he did it, and you felt your stomach flutter. That was another thing that was quickly developing. It seemed like every day it took less and less from him to make you flustered. 

“Cause you know mine!” You said, pressing your thighs together to push back your less than holy thoughts. “It only seems fair that I should know yours too.”

“I’m not interested in what’s fair Doll, you should know that.” He said, grabbing his keys off the hook by the door. You hated when he called you Doll, mostly because of how much you loved  it when he called you Doll. It always stirred something in you that you tried to suppress, something you knew would make an already not ideal situation worse. Admitting you had feelings for Sukuna felt akin to a death sentence right now, especially considering the very real likelihood that they were one sided.

“If you weren’t interested in what’s fair, you would have killed me by now!” You pointed out.

“Don’t forget to feed Brutus, I’ll be home late.” He completely ignored your very valid point. You huffed as you watched him walk out of the door. Bastard. Asshole. Tyrant, even! In the space between where your true feelings were-and what you were willing to admit to feeling- resentment grew. He had ripped you from the life you had built before, and cultivated this caricature of intimacy that he fully expected you to participate in; all while refusing to give you information as basic as his first name. It wasn’t just unfair, at times it felt cruel.

A soft whine from the nearby kitchen brought you back to reality. You smiled softly at the gentle giant waiting for dinner. “You hungry buddy?” You asked, laughing at his happy woof as you got up to fill his bowl. 

You went about your nightly routine as you normally did, minus dinner with Sukuna, ending the night curled up on the couch in your pajamas with Brutus, reading one of the many books that littered the mansion. You couldn’t focus on the words though, your mind finding the ticking of the clock much more interesting. Something was off. You looked up to see that it was already 5 AM. Sukuna was prone to coming home late, but never this late. Something was wrong. 

You weren’t sure what to do here. You were captive here, it’s not like you had access to a phone. Even if you did, who would you call? You knew Nanami was his most reliable comrade, but if Sukuna was in trouble there was a 70% chance Nanami was too. Suguru? Maybe, but- you shook your head as you realized none of this mattered when you had zero way of contacting any of these men. You could try and go look for him yourself, but you knew the door was locked. It needed a code to be opened, a code you didn’t have. Brutus whined from beside you, feeding off your nervous energy. Your fingers felt numb as you mindlessly chewed your nails, failing to think of anything other than where Sukuna was at that moment.

“Where are you Suka-” It was like you summoned him, before you could even finish your sentence the door exploded open and he came tumbling inside. You thought having him come home would be a relief, but the blood covering his side washed away any possible relief that could have come from his return.

“Motherfucker-” Was all he could get out before collapsing against the wall next to the door.

“Sukuna!” You yelled, rushing to his side, “Sukuna, holy shit, what happened?!” You demanded, wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you tried to lead him to the couch. You thought it would have been harder, moving a wall of muscle that much bigger than you any amount. But it turns out, adrenaline really is one hell of a drug!

“I got shot, what’s it look like happened?!” He snapped, hissing through his teeth as you placed him on the couch. Suddenly, you understood why everything in this house was red. He almost disappeared into the scarlet couch, the red consuming him, threatening to take him away. “Brutus! First Aid!” He yelled, before groaning in pain. Somewhere along the way, he lost his jacket, making it a lot easier for you to rip off his bloodied dress shirt. 

Oh man, that was bad. You weren’t even queasy around blood, but there was a lot here. Before you could get too much in your head and lose your dinner, you felt a fuzzy head nudge into your leg. You looked down to see Brutus looking up at you, first aid kit hanging from his mouth. He was officially the smartest dumb dog you had ever met. 

“Oh, Good boy Brutus!” You praised, scratching the sides of his face and his floppy ears.

“Y/n, losing blood kinda fast over here!” Sukuna reminded, quickly snapping you back into the severity of the moment.

“Right, sorry!” You yelped, opening the kit. Of course Sukuna wouldn’t have a normal first aid kit. This was one of the most extensive kits you’d seen. You pulled the latex gloves over your hands before straddling his lap, trying to get a better look at him. Three bullet wounds, one logged into his shoulder, one to his side under his rib cage, and one that just grazed his side. You could still see the bullet in the first two.

“Oh jesus..” You muttered, grabbing the long glorified tweezers from the kit, “So, uh, this is gonna hurt.” You said, mouth moving without your mind. 

“Oh, that so?!” He snapped, “I thought it was gonna feel like fucking butterfly kisses!” Oh man, he was starting to look pale.

“Okay, well now I’m not sorry for this.” You muttered, digging the tweezers into his shoulder to get the bullet. He hissed sharply through his teeth, hands finding your hips and grabbing you hard enough to bruise. This was not the scenario you thought of when you imagined Sukuna bruising your hips, but life is often funny that way.

“Okay, that’s one out.” You said as you extracted the metal. He let out a shallow breath, trying hard to regulate his breathing. 

“Fuck Y/n..” He whined, and you felt your chest burn. You wondered if that’s what he would sound like on to-NOPE not the time to think like that! 

“I’m going to get the second one now, okay?” You asked. He nodded, his body tensing against his will in anticipation. This one was deeper. You watched his abs flex as he moaned in pain, biting his lip to concentrate on anything other than the searing pain in his abdomen. This would be a lot easier if he could stop being hot for like, five seconds. “I’m sorry.” You muttered softly, wishing there was anything you could do to help with the pain.

“Don’t- Don’t.” You could tell he wanted to say more, but he just couldn’t. You finally pulled the final bullet out. You pulled the bottle of iodine out of the kit, assuming it was for disinfecting- something he was going to desperately need. You wanted to suggest a hospital, but you knew better. A hospital meant cops, and he couldn’t have that. Especially not right now. So you poured a generous amount of the iodine on his wounds, only for him to scream.

“AAH, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” He yelped as a new wave of pain scorched it’s way through his body.

“I THOUGHT IT WAS A DISINFECTANT!” You yelled in panic, using a piece of gauze to try and wipe it up.

“YEAH, FOR BURNS.”

“THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO USE?!”

“WATER!!” Oh yeah, that checked. The bottle of distilled water in the kit made a lot more sense now. You opened it, using that to clean his wounds instead, and using it to try and wash away some of the dried blood in the process. 

“Shit, I’m sorry! I’m not a nurse, okay!?” You tried to defend yourself in a panic. Then it dawned on you the next step in the process. “I wasn’t very good at home ec either...” You confessed.

“What does that have to do with- Oh god.” He threw his head back on the couch as he realized stitches were next. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before pulling his head back up, his eyes meeting yours almost instantly. It was like he was searching your very soul for something, though you had no idea what he was trying to find. You wanted to shrink away, but you found yourself trapped by his gaze. 

“I trust you Y/n. Don’t fuck me up.” He finally said. You wondered how he could be so confident in anything while bleeding out on a couch, but you guessed that was a question for some other time. You nodded, grabbing the surgical needle and thread. It couldn’t be that hard, right? In one side and out the other. You had this.

He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth as you made the first sitch, digging his nails into your hips and subconsciously pulling you closer. He flinched at the second stitch, bucking his hips into yours in the process. 

“Hold still!” You chastised him. You really wished all of this was happening under different circumstances. You realized this was probably the closest you had ever been to him. Focus Y/n, focus! You finished his shoulder, before moving on to the one in his side, and finishing with the gash. You were shocked how good your stitches were when you weren’t over thinking it. Not perfect by any means, but far better than you thought. 

“Okay, the worst is over.” You said, pushing his damp hair out of his face gently. He looked at you through his eyelashes, an expression you had no hope of reading on his face. You cleared your throat before grabbing the gauze to bandage him up. He was quiet while you worked. You had almost finished with the bandages when he spoke again.

“Ryomen.” He finally said.

“What?” You asked, confusion leaking into your voice as you finished wrapping up the last wound. You looked at him.

“My name’s Ryomen.” You weren’t sure what you expected him to say after all of this, but it definitely wasn’t that. You stared at him, trying to figure out how to process any of what the fuck just happened. Was this your life now? Was this your forever? He brought a shaky hand to the side of your face, brushing away a tear you didn’t even know was there.

“Why are you cryin’ Doll?” He asked softly. His eyes didn’t have the edge you were so used to in them. Be it from the blood loss or him being grateful for your subpar nursing, all of his edges had been rounded down to soft bumps. 

“I thought I was going to lose you..” You whimpered softly. 

“Oh, Y/n,” He cooed softly, “I’m not going anywhere.” He promised, pressing his forehead to yours. “Don’t cry over me.” He lazily rubbed your cheek with his thumb, trying to comfort you despite the fact he was the one that had just got shot, multiple times. You were sure the blood loss was getting to his head, this was far too intimate. Far too sweet. The stress of the situation hit you all at once, the adrenaline leaving your body as distress took it’s place. 

You took a jagged breath in, realizing you were crying as you did so. He quietly pulled you into a hug, pressing you into his chest. The steady beat of his heart admittedly brought you some comfort, reminding you that he was alive and well-ish. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep. When you woke up in your room the next morning, you were convinced it was all a bad dream. Surely he wouldn’t have been able to lug your sleeping body to your room after all of that, right?

The faint blood stains on the couch told a different story.

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If you thought your relationship with Ryomen was weird before, it was really weird now. Before, you were positive you had a one sided crush. Something brought on by proximity and not much else, and a feeling he most definitely did not share. Now though? Now you were sure there was something else there, and that he felt it too. It showed itself in small ways. In the way he brushed against you when you were cooking together, in the way Suguru’s job had gotten significantly harder when Ryomen had noticed how close the two of you had gotten, and in the way he had gotten more protective of you than he had ever been before. 

“Oh Suge Knight totally had 2pac killed.” Suguru said with a shrug.

“No way, that doesn’t make sense!” You argued, “Why would he call a hit on his best selling artist?”

“To take control of his catalog, duh,” He said this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “More money to be made if you don’t have an artist to pay.”

“Yeah, except now there’s no artist to make more music and therefore more money!” you pointed out, “Besides, why would he have a car he’s in get shot up?”

“So people ask that exact question!” Suguru argued, waving his hands for emphasis.

“Do you two have nothing better to talk about than decades old conspiracy theories?” Ryomen asked as he entered the kitchen, walking up to the bar where you sat with Suguru. He always seemed annoyed when the two of you hung out together. The toxic part of your brain liked it. Satoru wasn’t far behind him, his wrist still in a brace from a months old injury. You felt a little bad when you saw it these days. It must have been a nasty shatter. 

“I’d argue there’s no better topic of conversation than decades old murder conspiracies.” Satoru said, taking a seat next to Suguru. 

“I’d argue you’re the last person I’d consider an authority on topics of conversation.” Nanami said, suddenly alerting you to his presence. That man was like a ghost, you only saw him when he wanted you to. He moved over to the fridge, pulling out a beer and using the counter to open it. A move that would get Satoru or Suguru a one way ticket to the afterlife, completely ignored by Ryomen because Nanami was useful.

“Y/n, I need you to go to your room.” Ryomen said, checking his watch. “Sooner rather than later.”

“What, why?” You asked, not a fan of being kicked out of the kitchen you now considered to be yours. 

“Because I told you to. Don’t come out until I come get you.” His tone left no room for argument or conversation. You bit your tongue, knowing better than to undermine him in front of his men, especially his lieutenants. 

“Whatever.” You groaned as you left, going and locking yourself in your room. As much as it annoyed you, this was fairly common at this point. Whenever the boys had “Official Business” you’d be banished to your bedroom until they deemed it safe for you to be let free. A very clear reminder that you were an outsider here. You weren’t in your room long before there was a knock on your door.

“Already?!” You asked.

“No.” Nanami said, “I’m here to deliver Brutus.” Confused, you went and opened the door. Sure enough, Brutus came barreling into the room as the door opened, going and jumping onto your bed. “Boss wants him to be with you.” Nanami said, as if that was going to answer your puzzled look. 

“Why? What’s going on?” You asked in a hushed tone. Nanami's eyes darted over to the staircase, making sure no one was coming up them.

“A representative of Naoya Zenin is going to be here tonight.” Zenin. You heard that name enough before to know he was one of Ryomen’s rivals, someone previously teamed up with Toji.

“What? Why is he sending someone here?”

“Fushiguru has been shorting him and his team when it comes to their cut of narcotics sales. Considering they’re the ones making all the drugs Toji sells, he’s not happy about it. So he’s looking to start a partnership with us instead.” You were thankful for Nanami. Everyone else here treated you like a delicate flower: like telling you what was going on would make you wilt. Nanami had always kept it straight with you, telling you the facts as they were. To him, you were just as involved as they all were, even if that was only due to your proximity to it all.

“And he’s not showing up himself?” You asked, remembering that Nanami had said a representative of his was coming. He shrugged.

“What can I say? The man’s a coward.” There was a knock on the door after he said that, signaling to him that he needed to get back downstairs. “Stay safe Y/n.” He said, turning to join the others.

“You too.” You responded, but you were pretty sure he didn’t hear it. You sighed as you closed your door, joining the overgrown puppy on your bed. You decided to hop on your switch, needing some way to kill the time. You weren’t sure how long you spent trying to get Moose off your island before you registered that Brutus was whining by your door. 

“What’s wrong big guy?” You asked, putting your switch down. He whined some more, shifting uncomfortably in front of the door. “Oh no, you have to potty, don’t you?” You could have sworn that dog nodded at you. Really?! They didn’t let him out first?! You wondered what to do. You knew disobeying Ryomen wasn’t acceptable, but you couldn’t just let your baby suffer! Another whimper from Brutus made the decision for you. Ryomen would understand.

You opened your door and walked Brutus down the stairs, hoping you could avoid wherever the meeting was happening. You should have known that was delusional, because the moment you walked into the kitchen, you found them all holding their meeting around the bar. Ryomen pinched the bridge of his nose the moment he saw you. Ah fuck.

“Well hello there Gorgeous, who are you?” A man you had never seen before asked. He made your stomach turn. He had his long blue hair parted into three pony tails, and long surgical scars marred his face. That wasn’t what made him so revolting though. It was his smile. It didn’t feel right. Like a monster recreating it’s prey’s mannerisms, a wolf in poorly fitted sheep’s clothing. You wished you stayed in your room.

“It doesn’t matter who she is, you’re not here to talk to her.” Ryomen said, allowing no room for conversation. You followed his lead, going and opening the back door for Brutus without acknowledging the mimic in your home. 

“Oh, don’t be rude Sukuna. Is she your wife?” It asked.

“Doesn’t matter, we’re not here to talk about my personal life.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.” He turned to you, and you wished Brutus would hurry up. “I’m Mahito sweetie. And you are?”

“I think the Boss made it clear, we should get back on topic.” Nanami said, adjusting to put his hand in his suit jacket. The Mahito creature got the hint, raising his hands in his defense.

“Okay, okay, okay. Pardon me for trying to be polite at a business meeting, I won’t do it again.”

“Good.” Ryomen said, lighting a smoke and watching closely as Brutus ran in and took his place by your side. He saw the way Brutus held back a growl. That wasn’t a good sign. “You said Zenin wanted fifty percent? That’s not going to work for us.”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“Selling is signif-” That was all you heard as you rushed back up stairs. Once in your room, you tried to regulate your heartbeat, to clam your jittering bones. You felt like you had just encountered some old primal evil. Something so off your ancestors were warning you to be weary of it from beyond the grave. You sat next to Brutus on your bed, hiding your face in his fur to try and calm down. 

It worked for a while, until you heard him growl. You looked up to see the monster in your room. You yelped softly, instinctively backing away. You wished you hadn’t forgotten to close your door.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said, showing that “smile” again. “I just thought it was a shame we didn’t get to properly meet back there.” Your blood felt slimy in your veins as you realized you were going to have to play nice with this guy. His business was important to Ryomen, or else he wouldn’t be in the house.

“Oh, yea I guess.” You muttered softly, petting Brutus to try and calm him.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” He asked, stepping even further into your room and closing the door behind him. Your joints suddenly felt weak with static, every fiber of your animal brain telling you you were dealing with a predator. 

“Y/n.” You responded, refusing to make eye contact with his mis-matched eyes.

“That’s a pretty name Y/n. You Ryomen’s girl, or his pet?” You didn’t like anything coming out of his mouth.

“I’m um, his roommate.” You guess, and instantly realized you guessed wrong. “Shouldn’t you be downstairs with the others?”

“Oh, they’ll be fine without me for a few minutes.” He said, and you realized he was getting closer. You stood up, only to realize he was in between you and the door. 

“Hey, uh, I really think you should go back down, they’re probably looking for-”

“I don’t care.” He scoffed, closing the distance and grabbing you. He tried to force you on the bed, but I guess that dumb ass missed the giant fuck you dog that was in that room for the sole purpose of protecting you. He didn’t get past putting his hands on your shoulders before Brutus’s teeth were in his leg, ripping muscle from bone. The scream that left Mahito was visceral, the kind that haunts people at night.

“RYOMEN!!” You yelled, pressing yourself against the wall while Brutus did his thing, jerking his head, pulling the man away from you as another horrific scream left him.

“I fucking knew it!” Ryomen snapped, ripping your attention away from the bloody scene in front of you and to the four men spilling into your room, Ryomen leading the pack.

“CALL OFF YOUR DOG!” The rag doll begged.

“Brutus, down!” Ryomen ordered. Without hesitation the Rott had let go, and had placed himself between you and your attacker in case he needed to act again.

“Oh thank-” Mahito didn’t get to finish that sentence. 

“He’s mine.” Ryomen growled, grabbing him by his scalp. “You think you can come into my house and attack my girl and get away with it?!” He snapped, taking the lit cigarette from his mouth and putting it out in Mahitos’ right eye. You’re not sure what was going to stick with you more, the smell- or the sound that came out of the monster. Ryomen threw the screaming, bloodied man, to the floor behind him. “Take him to the basement, I’ll be there soon.” He said. Without hesitation all three men acted, grabbing the begging Mahito and dragging him down the stairs.

Ryomen walked over to you, gently taking your head in his hands. “Did he hurt you?”

“No, Brutus protected me.” You hated the quiver in your voice as you said that. Ryomen looked down at the dopey dog, smiling with blood on his muzzle. He gave a small affectionate smile as he pet the dog. 

“Good boy.” He praised before turning back to you. “I’m going to go take care of the trash in the basement, then I’ll be back, okay?”

“I’m so sor-”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. He did. I’ll be back.” He assured you, gently patting your cheek before leaving the room you weren’t sure you felt safe in anymore. You weren’t sure how long he was gone for. At least long enough for you to clean up Brutus, and to try and clean up all the gore. At least your carpet was dark gray. You wondered how many other stains it hid, and of what variety.

You weren’t expecting how relieved you were when you finally heard a knock, opening the door to reveal a freshly showered Ryomen. You wondered what he looked like before washing the blood away, but the only image your mind conjured was him bleeding out on the couch. So you stopped wondering.

“Pack a bag, you’re leaving.” He explained. His tone was unreadable, and all it did was piss you off.

“What? What do you mean I’m leaving?!” You demanded.

“I mean wh-”

“No Ryomen, I want an actual fucking explanation.” You saw his jaw clench, as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You gotta get better about that interrupting bullshit.” He growled. “Zenin is definitely going to send someone to look for his missing boy. And when he does, he’s not going to find you here. Gojo already reserved you a hotel suite for a week, it’s temporary.” He explained as he walked away. “I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.”

You groaned as you threw together a bag. You understood his reasoning, but you were getting real sick of feeling like nothing in your life was under your control. Like you were at the mercy of a crazed mob boss. Probably because you were. You were starting to wonder if all of this was really worth not having to pay rent.

Ultimately you decided it was. Really, it was no different from existing under capitalism, and at least in this situation you could sometimes reason with your captor. You came downstairs with your bag, took at least ten minuets to say goodbye to Brutus- promising him you’d be back and that he was the best boy- and finally loaded yourself into Ryomen’s too-expensive-for-you-to-be-in car. The drive was silent, tense almost. He chain smoked out of the window, not even bothering to look at you.

“Um, are you mad at me?” You finally had to ask.

“No.” Well that didn’t sound like he wasn’t mad at you.

“You sound mad.” You pointed out.

“Good observation.” He scoffed, throwing his dead cigarette butt out the window, and immediately going to light another. 

“That’s probably not good for your lungs ya know.” His glare could have frozen the sun. “I’m just sayin’!”

“I promise you, I’d be lucky if lung cancer is what kills me.” He “assured” you.

“You promise you’re not mad at me?”

“Y/n.” He growled, “I said I’m not mad at you, didn’t I? Why can’t you just believe me?”

“Cause you sound like, really really ma-”

“That’s because I’m mad at myself, not you!” He snapped, before catching himself with a growl, pinching the bridge of his nose for a second. He took a long drag off his smoke and ashed it out the window, holding the smoke in his lungs until the burn threatened to consume him. “Just. Drop it.” He finally said as the two of you pulled into a hotel parking lot. It was honestly nicer than you were expecting! “We’re here.” He informed you, grabbing your bag as the two of you left the car. 

It was clear Sukuna was known here, considering he didn’t technically check in. He was just given a key as he passed the front desk, and told a room number. You hoped it wasn’t that easy for everyone. He ushered you to the elevator before giving you the spare key he was given. “Room 237.” He said.

“Wait, like The Shining?!” you gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I-I guess?” He very clearly wasn’t expecting that reaction to informing you of your room number. “Sorry, I’m thrown, are you excited or?-��

“I just think it’s neat.” You beamed.

“...Okay.” Sukuna sighed, deciding he had more important things to worry about at the moment than if you liked your room number or not. Once inside the room, he immediately started checking for bugs, both the organic and inorganic kind. An old habit that he saw no need to kill. While he did that, you looked around the suite, familiarizing yourself with the layout.

“Hey, Ryomen? I only see one bed?” You questioned, not finding another place for him to sleep.

“Yeah? Is that a problem?” He asked, joining you in the bedroom.

“Well where are you going to sleep?” You inquired. He was confused again. 

“In my bed? At my house?” Oh hell no he wasn’t!

“What?! No way, you can’t leave me!” You protested, getting real sick of his shit.

“I assure you, I can do whatever I want,” He scoffed, “Someone needs to watch the house.”

“Fuck that, have Nanami do it! What if they find me here?!” You didn’t have Brutus, and you weren’t confident in your ability to hold your own in a fight with experienced criminals.

“No one is going to come for you here Y/n-” He tried to reason, but you were having none of it.

“Are you sure?!” You demanded, “Can you promise me that?! Can you look me in the eye and swear to me that we weren’t followed? That no one’s going to show up here looking for you and hurt me instead? That no one wants revenge for that ragdolls life?! Can you be sure?!” He was quiet. Truth be told, he couldn’t. And he had already fucked up and let you get hurt once, he wasn’t going to do it again. He let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh.

“Fine, fine. I’ll call Nanami and have him-”

“I don’t want Nanami here, I want you.” You insisted. Your words hung heavy in the air, both of you trying to hear what was left unsaid in the silence. The tension was growing, begging for someone to say something, anything. Finally, Ryomen sighed again,

“Okay, I’ll stay. Let me go call Nanami so he knows to watch the house.” He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and stepping out to call his lieutenant. He was gone for longer than you expected. You worried about what was being said, though you didn't know why you were so worried. You just felt anxious. Finally, he came back.

“Alright, everything is settled.” He let you know, “I’m going to sleep on the couch, just…get some sleep okay?” He said, gently cupping your cheek, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He assured you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and nodded. 

“Okay, thank you.” You sighed, looking up at him. He was closer than you realized. He hadn’t let go of your cheek yet either. Your eyes connected, and for a split second, the whole world seemed to stop. He was close enough you could smell the coffee and cigarette scent that seemed to permanently cling to him. If you focused hard enough, you could feel the heat coming off of him. “Kiss me.” You mentally begged him, “Kiss me, just kiss me!”

“Sleep well Y/n.” He said, patting your face as he left the room. You almost screamed at him to get back here and finish what he started, but realized it probably wouldn’t do much. If he wanted to, he would have. He said it himself, he does whatever he wants. You settled for just screaming into the pillow as you flopped into the overly stuffed mattress instead. This shit sucked. 

Everything felt hot, too hot. You felt like you were caught in an inferno, feeling his hips buck into yours. You felt his warm mouth trail kisses down your neck. You twisted your hands, feeling your wrists flex under his large hand. “You’re so good for me pretty girl.” He praised in your ear.

“Ryomen-” You gasped, saying his name like a prayer.

“Say it again Y/n.”

“Ryomen..”

“Again..”

“Ro-”

“Y/n!” You jumped out of your sleep, yelping softly as Sukuna’s voice jolted you out of the dream realm. You looked around, trying to reorient yourself. You still felt flustered from your dream, and now flustered from embarrassment. 

“Ryomen?” You asked, looking at the man sitting on the side of your bed, him looking at you with concerned eyes in return. “What are you doing in here?”

“You called for me.” He informed you, and you wanted to melt away from the embarrassment. “I thought you we’re having a nightmare, so I woke you up,” He explained, “Are you okay?”

“A nightmare…yeah…” You took the excuse and ran, “Yeah, yeah I’m okay. I don’t even remember what happened in it honestly…” You lied. He sighed and rubbed his face, getting up to leave. “Wait!” You called, grabbing his hand before he could get too far. There goes your stupid body, moving faster than your brain again. “I-...I don’t want to be alone.” You explained. It was technically the truth. 

He looked down at you, quiet for a second, then grumbled. “Whatever. Scoot over.” He muttered. You smiled, happy to make room for him. He slipped himself under the covers, getting comfortable surprisingly quickly for someone in a dress shirt and slacks. For a guy that was surrounded with luxury and creature comforts, he really didn’t seem to need any of them. It didn’t seem like he was very accustomed to them either. He laid on his back, and you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable his chest looked. 

So you moved next to him, resting your head on his chest. He looked down at you, but didn’t push you away. Quite the opposite actually, he wrapped one of his arms around you, holding you close to his side. It woke up the butterflies in your stomach, sending them into overdrive. 

“Thank you.” You whispered to him. 

“For what?” He asked.

“Staying with me. Taking care of me.”

“...Di-..did you just thank me for kidnapping you?” He questioned, looking down at you as best he could and raising an eyebrow. You laughed a little at his reaction.

“I guess I did, yeah.” You giggled, trying to push yourself closer to him.

“You’re welcome?” You never failed to confuse and confound him. Maybe that’s why he liked you so much. You kept him on his toes. “You know most people aren’t okay with being kidnapped, right? It’s considered a bad thing.”

“I’m not most people.” You shrugged. “Like, yeah I see how on paper it’s bad but..I don’t know. It kinda came at the perfect time for me. I got to walk out of my shitty job, I didn’t have to deal with getting evicted, let’s not even get started on how honestly lonely I was..I don’t know. I guess it’s bad for most people, but it was a miracle for me. Is there a word for bad miracle?”

“Your stalkhom syndrome is showing.”

“I don’t think it’s that,” You chuckled, shifting to be able to look up at him, “Have you ever considered I just like being around you?”

“Why would you?” He muttered.

“Why wouldn't I?” You replied. There it was again. That warm feeling that seemed to envelop you wherever you were in Ryomen’s arms, coupled with the feeling that comes right before the lighting strikes. You used the dim moonlight fluttering in from your window to connect your eyes with his. You swore up and down his eyes glowed in low light, the unnatural red that should be so off putting only drawing you deeper into him. 

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered softly, and you felt your chest tighten. He had never said anything like that to you before. It made you feel almost giddy, your heart doing the screaming and squealing your throat wouldn’t currently allow. Before you could respond, his lips were finally on yours and it felt like fireworks were going off in every fiber of your being. You felt your blood rushing in your veins as you moved to tangle your fingers in his hair, months of tension finally snapping in a million electric sparks. 

He bit your lip, using your soft gasp to deepen the kiss. He pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible, growling softly as you tugged at his hair. It was like the two of you truly couldn’t get enough of each other, trying to make up for months worth of lost time and build up with one impossibly impassioned kiss. He rolled the two of you over so you were under him, and moved to kiss your neck. You moaned softly as he did, feeling the bruises he was biting already starting to form. You loved the idea of it, of obvious evidence you really were his girl. 

You felt your breathing get heavy as he ran his hands up your waist and under your shirt, feeling the soft skin waiting for him there. He pulled away long enough to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your sleep shorts.

 “Fuck.” He whispered when he finally saw you without your top on. He took the time to truly marvel you, the way you imagined a painter would look at his magnum opus. It filled you with a confidence unlike anything else, for someone so beautiful to look at you the way Adonis had looked at Aphrodite. 

“You look so much better than I imagined.” he praised, finally finding his voice again. 

“So you’ve imagined me topless?” You teased.

“I’ve imagined more than just you topless.” He smirked, hands roaming lower on your body. You felt your breath hitch in your chest as he hooked his thumbs under your shorts. You weren’t positive this wasn’t another dream, but either way, you planned to enjoy this. Though, he was wearing far too much clothes for that. Before he could take your bottoms off, you were sitting up, connecting your lips to his again as your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. You always thought he looked stunning in them, but right now you despised the small buttons. He chuckled a bit, pulling away from you.

“Eager, huh?” he teased, “Here, I got it.” You felt almost embarrassed as he expertly got all the buttons undone and the shirt off in the time it took you to unhook three of them. But- in your defense- he took those shirts off everyday and this was your first time taking anything off him. You bit your lip as you took in his topless form. It looked so much better not covered in blood, you could better see the tattooed skin that laid there. 

And the scars. There were a few etched into his skin, but you were most concerned with three. Your fingers went to touch one of the circular scars, feeling the puckered healed skin on his shoulder. You felt a pang of regret. If you had done better that night, would he have scarred? You didn’t have time to think before you felt his hand on yours, softly pressing your fingers into the healed wound.

“Like it?” He chuckled, “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Why?” You asked, trying not to think about him covered in blood again.

“It makes me think of you.” He said, pulling you into another heated kiss. You felt your body react to him, pressing yourself closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt dizzy with want, your entire being buzzing with anticipation as he pressed you back into the mattress, kissing down your jaw, your neck, your torso, until he was where you wanted him the most. You bit your lip in anticipation, feeling him hook his thumbs into your bottoms, waiting for him.

“What do you want Doll?” He asked from in between your legs. 

“You.” You whimpered softly.

“I’m right here,” He reminded you, “What do you want from me?” You whined as you bucked your hips at him. He grabbed them and pressed you into the mattress, making you groan louder.

“I don’t know!” You confessed.

“Babygirl, we haven’t even done anything, you can’t be fucked stupid just yet.” he tsked. 

“I just want you to touch me...” You begged.

“I am touching you.” 

“Ryo!” You whined, wriggling under him.

“Ryo?” He snorted, “That’s cute.” In all the times you had imagined yourself fucking Ryomen Sukuna, you had never imagined he’d be this fucking infuriating. You gave a stranged whine to let him know just how upset you were. “Sorry Doll, I don’t speak whine. You’re gonna have to use your big girl words.”

“Ryomen, please!” You begged, “I- I want..fuck, I want your mouth.” You finally decided, “I want to know what your mouth feels like.” Ryomen’s grin was dark as he finally pulled down your shorts and underwear in one fluid motion.

“Good girl.” he praised, and before you could properly react, he was running his tongue from your entrance to your clit, wrapping his lips around your bundle of nerves and giving it a sharp suck. Excitement exploded in your chest as your hands rushed to his hair, trying to find anything to ground yourself. He growled as you pulled him closer to you. 

Every pass of his tongue sent another wave of euphoria coursing through your core, leaving you soft under him. You brain officially checked out for the night, rolling your hips against his face to chase your high. You moaned his name shamelessly, losing your ability to regulate your volume in the pleasure he was giving you. This volume regulation problem worsened as he pushed two fingers into your weeping cunt, curling up and successfully gracing the sweet spot inside you. Some part of your brain was sure the next room over knew Ryomen’s name now.

And it was driving him crazy. Ryomen couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way your eyes screwed shut, the way the sweat cascaded down your body, the way his name sounded so fucking pretty falling off your lips. He spent a lot of time fucking his hand to the thought of fucking you with his mouth, among other things, and his imagination couldn’t come close to creating the magic of the real thing. He had to use his free hand to palm himself through his slacks, desperate for any sort of relief. The only thing he wanted more than to fuck you in that moment was to taste you as you came on his face. He needed it more than he needed to breathe.

“R-ryo, I- close..” You whined, your mind struggling to conjugate a proper sentence. That’s what he liked to hear. Your head was full of dopamine and ecstasy, your entire body buzzed with anticipation and need. You felt like you were barreling to the edge of the earth with no hope of stopping. You heard him moan as you pulled his hair again, pulling him closer as you rode his face straight to your climax, feeling the ecstasy explode in your veins. You felt like you were floating in a sea of pleasure, except the sea was in the middle of a tropical storm and every cutting wave that hit you left you weaker than the last. Your vision went white hot, and you were struggling to keep your breath. 

“Fuck, fuck, Ryo! Ryomen! So good Ryo..” You chanted his name like a witch trying to evoke a long dead deity. And he couldn’t get enough of it, eating you out throughout your high as he licked up everything you had to give him and more. He didn’t let up until your legs were trembling around his head. He kissed bruises in your shaking thighs as he pulled away, wiping his mouth and looking at you with dark eyes. Something primal held behind pupils blown wide with lust. He wiped his mouth with a wicked grin. 

“You taste so good Doll,” He praised, slipping his fingers out of your cunt and into your mouth. You started sucking without thinking, grabbing his hand to keep him there as you licked his fingers clean. “Glad you agree.” He chuckled darkly, feeling his dick twitch under his clothes. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and the only thing his mind could focus on was imagining how pretty you’d look trying to take his dick. 

“How ya feeling Dollface?” He asked, leaning back as he undid the button on his pants. 

“So good..” You muttered, your mind slowly finding it’s way back to your body in the sea of endorphins it was swimming in. 

“Yeah?” He chuckled, pulling you under him as he lined himself up with your weeping cunt, “Wanna feel even better?” He asked. Well he was confident, wasn’t he? You nodded, looking up to see what he was working with. You probably should have been more intimidated than you were, but at that moment all you wanted was to make him feel as good as he had made you feel. 

“Yea, I want do.” You confirmed, and he smiled smugly.

“Good girl.” He praised as he slowly sunk into you. You felt like you were being ripped apart in the most beautiful way. Your cunt weeping as it made accommodations for him. Your hands flew to his back, digging into him with enough time to feel him shudder on top of you from just how good you felt. You’d count that as a win. 

“Fuck, it’s like you were made for me pretty girl,” He moaned, dragging himself out just to push back in, gracing your g-spot as he did. You moaned under him as he did, feeling yourself melt into a puddle of need and pleasure. “So fucking good.” He purred. 

He tried to take it easy, to keep in mind that you had just came hard and were probably sensitive. He couldn’t help himself though. The way you pulled him in deeper and deeper with every thrust threw any semblance of sense out of his mind. All he could think about was how good you felt under him, and how fucking pretty every sound that came out of you was. He wanted to hear them all.

You were happy to make them all for him too, moaning pathetically under him with every push of his cock, every brush against your g-spot. You could feel your blood catch fire in your veins as he fucked you, felt yourself getting lost in the pleasure he was giving you. You felt electrified, your nervous system somehow fried and on high alert all at the same time. All you could think of was Ryomen, Ryomen, Ryomen as you felt a string of tensions knotting itself over and over in your stomach.

He pulled you impossibly closer to him, folding you into a mating press as he chased both of your highs. You instantly knew you weren’t going to last long in this new position, and all but screamed his name as you pulled at his hair. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ryomen!” You yelled as the string inside of you finally snapped, all of the euphoria it was holding back hitting you like a god damn train. You felt your body shake, tendrils of pleasure lashing out from your core to your fingers and toes. It was like a whole body reset, your brain turning into a puddle of electrified endorphins.

He thought he was going to last longer than he ultimately did. But the way your cunt clenched around him coupled with the way your face screwed shut and how needy you sounded as you said his name- he was coming undone inside within a few more strokes, fucking the two of you through both of your climaxes before stilling, just barely managing not to collapse on top of you. 

There was a quiet that settled over the two of you in your after glow as you both caught your breath. You whined as he pulled out, going from feeling so full to so empty and hating it. He just chuckled softly, falling next to you and pulling you into his side.

“So,” You started softly, “Am I still the property of The Syndicate orr?” You asked. He chuckled softly, remembering what he said to you on the night you met. 

“No, not the Syndicate. You’re mine.” He confirmed for you.

“Isn’t that like…kinda the same thing?” You asked. He rolled his eyes. Of course you couldn't let him have his cute moment. 

“Good night Y/n, we’ll talk in the morning.” He mumbled, deciding the best move would be to try and get some sleep. The two of you were going to have a lot to talk about in the morning. 

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #jjk mafia au #jujutsu kaisen mafia au #mob boss sukuna #mob boss sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader smut #ryomen sukuna x reader smut #jjk smut #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryomen x reader smut #mafia au

[theostrophywife]

Per Lucien request. Please just make my boy have a wonderful and happy life. Thank you ❤️

lover.

author's note: when i tell y’all that lucien has me in an absolute chokehold… warning: smut under the cut.

“What are you thinking about, lover?”

Lucien chuckles softly, tracing his fingers down your spine with a fond smile. The two of you decided to take the day off from duties and responsibilities, opting to stay in bed all day having lazy sex and savoring the pleasure of each other’s presence. As the sun sets over the horizon, basking your bedchambers in its soft golden hue, your lover, your mate, the other half of your soul, stares at you with such intensity that you’re convinced he’s trying to commit every curve, scar, and freckle of yours to memory.

“I’m thinking about what I’m always always thinking about,” Lucien replies, pressing a soft kiss on your bare shoulder. “You, my love.”

You giggle. “What about me?”

The redhead tugs at your wrist, pulling you flush against him. Your hands travel down his solid chest, those sculpted abs, that trim waist that you loved wrapping your legs around. Perfect. Lucien was so fucking perfect.

“How lucky I am to have you as my mate. You’re beautiful. Smart. Strong,” his fingers trail down the curve of your hips. “And incredibly sexy.”

“Mmm,” you murmur as Lucien trails further down, cupping your perky ass in his large hand. “I think I’m the lucky one, baby. You’re so perfect. So good to me. I couldn’t have asked for a better mate.”

Lucien groans. “You know I can’t resist you when you talk like that.”

“You never have to resist me, Lucien. I’m yours for the taking.”

The grin on his face was sly, curving through those plush lips with foxlike mischief. “Wicked little fox. Do you know how badly I crave you every time we’re apart?” He cups your breasts, his lips hot and needy against your skin while you arch into his mouth. “You consume my entire being. My lover. My wife. My mate.”

Gods, this male. You brush your lips against his, twining your fingers through his russet locks, grazing the side of his handsome face, running your thumb over his mechanical eye, down to those plush lips and sharp jawline. He was so pretty it was unfair.

“Say it again,” you breathe. You loved hearing Lucien call you his mate. Craved the possessiveness that took over him when he claims you.

Lucien smirks, flipping you underneath him and slipping into your already wet pussy with ease. It feels good, so good, to have his cock stuffed inside you once again, filling you to the brim as you gasp into his mouth. You take him so well, shifting your hips upwards in desperation despite the fact that he’s been fucking you since the break of dawn.

“My mate,” he repeats, watching his cock slide in and out of your pussy as he claims you. Lucien owns you, mind, body, and soul. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Lucien.”

“Gods, baby,” he groans, feeling the slickness of your arousal coating his length. “How are you still so wet? Does it turn you on when I claim you like this? When I fuck you so well that everyone can hear your moans from miles away? Is my pretty little fox just dying to be reminded of who owns her?”

Lucien hikes your leg over his shoulder, rutting into you in a different position so he could thrust further in, stuffing you full and fucking you dumb into the mattress.

“So good. Feels so fucking good, baby,” you moan as Lucien picks up the pace. “Don’t stop, Lucien.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my love.”

Your mate captures your lips in his, swallowing every moan and whine that comes out of your mouth while he rolls his hips onto yours. You’re seeing stars as you close your eyes, grasping at Lucien’s back, wrapping your legs around his waist even tighter, your ankles slapping against his ass to take him in even deeper. You couldn’t fucking get enough.

Lucien’s silky hair falls like a curtain around you as his tongue slips into your mouth, devouring you as you both slip over the edge. As his thrusts grow more frantic, you could feel your orgasm nearing, your sixth or seventh of the day, and allow the wave of pleasure overtake your senses while Lucien growls. You cum from the sound alone and your mate follows soon after, spurting his seed into you. Lucien watches as the hot liquid trickles from your pussy, swiping his fingers and coating it with your arousal before bringing it to his mouth.

You groan at the sight, kissing the male with fervent passion. “I love you, Lucien.”

“I love you too, little fox.”

#oh hey hi hello #FINALLY SOME GOOD FOOD #i love lucien #lucien #lucien acotar #lucien smut #acotar smut #masterlist #jess writes

[oceanlix]

Day 24: Sangyeon + Phone sex

Pairing: Sangyeon x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1703

Warnings: Masturbation (male and female), dirty talk, teasing, phone sex, brief mention of daddy kink, slight degradation, praise

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

“Girl, are you sure you wanna post that?” Your friend peeks over your shoulder, shaking her head at the photo of you sitting between Sunwoo and Eric that you’re currently editing for Instagram.

“Yeah, what do you mean?” you giggle to yourself. Truth be told, you know exactly what she means. Posting this will only get Sangyeon’s attention in the worst way, but you’re prepared for that outcome. In fact, you want it to happen.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she sighs, heading back to her mirror to finish putting on her makeup. With another chuckle, you click on the post button and start the waiting game.

—-

It isn’t until several hours later when you’re doing body shots with Juyeon that you finally hear back from Sangyeon.

“Damn, your phone sure rings a lot!” Haknyeon yells, passing it to you. You raise your eyebrows, but you walk off to a little corner with less people in it. Unlocking your phone, your mouth goes dry when you open your texts and see the photos he’s sent. He’s sprawled out beside the pool, the sunset glow casting an unreal light across his toned chest and body. Every muscle looking like it was sculpted by God himself, totally bared before you. You almost don’t see the caption: Heard from a little birdie you’ve forgotten about me.

“Fuck,” you curse to yourself, biting down on your lip. Immediately you head off in search of an empty bedroom, anywhere that you can strip down and get off to these glorious images.

Sangyeon being away has taken its toll on you, but not being an official couple meant your libido never really had to suffer. With hot guys like Sunwoo, Eric and Juyeon to keep you entertained, you didn’t have time to feel sad and mopey. Orgasms tended to fix that, for obvious reasons. But you hadn’t even gotten a normal text from Sangyeon in weeks, which is what inspired you to lash out. You hadn’t sent nearly as racy a picture as he just had, but you knew how to stoke his jealousy and you used it to your advantage. Besides, if a simple little picture of you sitting on Eric’s lap while Sunwoo draped his arm around you got you these kind of results, you’d be tempted to try this again.

As you find an unoccupied bedroom and lock yourself in, your phone starts to ring. Sangyeon’s caller ID photo overtakes the screen, making you let out a small whimper as you rush to answer the phone.

“How’s my baby?” he asks, a knowing lilt to his voice. You moan a little as you toss yourself onto the bed, wriggling out of your skirt as fast as you can.

“Those pictures are so unfair,” you complain, sliding your hand into your underwear and sighing. You’re soaked, just like you expected. If Sangyeon was here, he’d be mocking you for how desperate you are.

He chuckles and you hear the rustling of fabric over the phone before the sound of a cap opening. You know it’s lube; he likes his cock to be wet and messy. “Really? That’s rich, coming from you,” he replies.

You push two fingers into yourself, massaging your own walls. Sangyeon’s fingers are longer, so it’s not nearly as satisfying. But it’ll have to do for now. “Oh please, at least I had clothes on,” you argue, but your voice is breathy as you continue to touch yourself.

Sangyeon hisses as he starts stroking his cock. At least, you’re assuming by the sound of the squelching lube that you hear. “You know every time you wear that dress I want to rip it off of you,” he growls. It’s true; that’s why you’d chosen it.

“How’s your hand?” you tease, holding back your own moan. “Don’t you wish you were here instead, stuffing my pussy full of cock?”

“You know I do, baby,” he tells you with a sigh. You can hear his strokes getting faster, which makes you rock your hips against your hand.

“When you get back, you better set aside a whole day for me,” you warn him.

“Oh yeah?” He sounds amused, even though he’s more than a little breathless. You know he’s imagining it now, all the ways he’s going to ruin your pussy when he gets back home. “What do you have planned?”

“Well first,” you sigh, shifting the angle of your fingers and sucking in a breath. “I’m going to suck you off in the living room. We won’t even make it to the couch, I’ll just do it right against the front door. I’ve missed the feeling of your big cock down my throat, choking me.”

Sangyeon groans loudly on the other end of the phone, making you smile. “Love it when you choke on my cock, baby,” he gushes.

You giggle. It’s so easy to get him wrapped around your finger, though you’re the same way with him, so you can’t really talk. “And then I’ll take you over to the couch, where I’m gonna ride you so hard the neighbors will put in a noise complaint.”

“Oh my god,” Sangyeon says under his breath. “You’re unreal.”

“Oh trust me, I’m very real,” you laugh, crooking your fingers up against your spot. Like before, it’s not the same as having your man’s fingers stroking your walls. Sangyeon can reach places inside of you that you can’t even dream of. “My fingers aren’t long enough for this,” you complain, frowning.

“Aw, baby can’t reach, can she?” His voice is mocking, but it drives you crazy. You love when he gets a little mean; you rub your thighs together for more friction. Your walls convulse around your fingers and you whimper, imagining Sangyeon’s fingers are in place of your own. “Don’t worry, I’ll be home before you know it and then I’ll take such good care of you.”

“I’m not done with telling you my plans yet,” you interrupt, now rubbing circles on your clit to chase your high.

“Yeah? Go on ahead,” he urges you. He’s getting breathless again, imagining his hand is your warm cunt gripping his dick.

“When we finally get to the bedroom, you’ll fuck me doggy style.” You bite your lip and moan as your fingers finally touch the spot you’ve been trying to reach for the past few minutes, your hips bucking wildly. “You’ll spank me so hard that my face gets an imprint from pressing into the sheets.”

“Keep talking, baby,” he begs, the sound of his strokes speeding up on the other end of the phone. Sangyeon must be close, you realize. “Tell me more.”

“I‘ll scream your name so loud the neighbors won’t be able to look you in the eyes for weeks.” You bite your lip as your toes curl in pleasure. You want to keep painting a picture for your man, but it’s getting harder to focus with your orgasm so close. “Baby, come home soon so you can fuck me for real,” you beg, breaking character.

“Shh,” Sangyeon soothes you. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me hear what you sound like when you’re desperate for me.”

You let go at his words, squirting all over your hand and your bedsheets. This is your best orgasm in weeks, not that you’re going to complain about the ones given to you by your boy toys. There’s something special about Sangyeon talking you through this one though, which you decide to unpack at a later time.

Once you’ve caught your breath, you grip the phone in your hand and moan breathily into the speaker. “Are you gonna cum for me now, daddy?” you ask, knowing the nickname will help get him there even faster.

“Fuck, I love it when you call me that, baby,” Sangyeon growls. “Wish I was there with you, I’d cum all over that pretty face of yours and show you you’re mine. Forget all those other little boys you’ve been playing with, I’m the real deal.”

You giggle, biting down on your finger. “Okay,” you agree, stroking your fingers along your inner thigh. The idea of Sangyeon fucking you in front of your other hookups comes into your mind, and it’s turning you on all over again. “Show me I’m yours, daddy.”

Sangyeon moans into the phone, stroking himself a few more times before you hear him shout suddenly. He must have cum, judging from his heavy breathing.

“You’re so good to me,” he says after a moment. You’re still stroking your inner thighs, mindlessly spreading your cum around as you listen to him talk. “Such a good little slut, getting yourself off for me over the phone.”

You smile, pleased that your plan worked exactly as you wanted it to. You’d rather have him here with you, touching all your sensitive spots himself, but you’ll take a win where you can get one.

“Now how about you come outside and meet me, little one?”

You raise your eyebrows, sitting upright on the bed. “Outside?” you ask skeptically.

Sangyeon chuckles. “I’m here to collect you,” he says. You hear the honk of his car horn on the phone before you hear it coming from outside of the house. Quickly, you stand up and go to the window, only to see his yellow sports car down on the street.

“You’re home?!” you practically shout. You grab your skirt and pull it on as fast as you can, shoving your feet into your shoes. You don’t even hear his answer as you hurry down the stairs, rushing past Sunwoo who tries to reel you in for a dance. Your mind is only on one man right now.

When you open the door, Sangyeon leans over the console to greet you. You press your lips to his immediately, cupping his face in your hands as you kneel in your seat. “God, I missed you,” you moan against his lips. You’re getting wet again just from the hot and heavy kiss, but you don’t think he minds, not when he palms your ass and groans into your mouth.

“I missed you too, baby,” he laughs, slapping your ass gently. “Let’s go home and fuck for real.”

#tbz smut #the boyz smut #sangyeon smut #sangyeon x reader #sangyeon fic #kinktober 2022 #my fics #200

[jjkyaoi]

why does wilbur soot look like that. who fucking. ALLOWED him to look like that. who allowed him to be alive?? & look? so perfect??? he has the perfect package of the fucking!!! EVERYTHING?? motherfucker has the fluffy hair, he has the height, he has the sense of style—whO ALLOWED THIS BITCH TO DRESS WELL?? TO KNOW HOW TO DRESS HIMSELF?? WHO ALLOWED HIM TO HAVE THAT LAUGH???? WHO. allOWED HIM TO BE THAT TALL???? & that HUGGABLE LOOKING? no. i’m done. fuck you. i hate him. i hate wilbur soot. this is a wilbur soot hate page

#/j #but also. not #i’m going through a crisis & im MAD about it #WAS HE SCULPTED BY THE GODS?? THIS IS FUCKING UNFAIR #i hate men #wilbur soot #mcyt #minecraft #can someone kill him?? i’m TIRED of looking at his fuckin. facE /j

[babyyweebbitch]

may I request platonic slasher hcs on how they would let you ride their back? or who would let you do it more often than the others

my apologies for this taking so long! this is way more than my character limit but it’s worth it also i hope this is what you meant 🖤

trigger warnings ; michael myers

would let you ride on their back just for fun

thomas hewitt would 100% let you ride on his back if you just simply didn’t wanna walk. he allows it so much that it feels almost illegal for you not to be on his back while he’s working. but if he’s having bad day he will tell you that you’ll have to leave the basement and go do something else. whenever he’s upset he does wanna be around anyone and he gets pretty dangerous when he’s pissed off

vincent sinclair has no problems with you clinging onto his back tbh. he’s like thomas he thinks it’s almost like 17 war crimes if you aren’t on his back while he’s working/sculpting. he just has one rule you aren’t allowed to whenever he’s working on a victim. he thinks it’s unfair for you to see the gruesome things to victims

stu marcher likes physical affection and he loves holding you anyway so yes pls, RIDE HIS BACK NOW

jason vorhees is absolutely fine with it, he could care less just not around victims or on his hunts, it’s too dangerous for you to be with him on his hunts

baby firefly 1000% yes, please for the love of god. she’s also the type to ride your back as well so yes 🥰 she loves it

lester sinclair would let you be on his back all 24hrs of the day , but that isn’t really possible especially with what he does so whenever he’s home with you you don’t have to walk ever

yautja is like thomas and Vincent, he doesn’t care but not when he’s on his hunts

proceed with caution/only if you need it

bo sinclair will most likely be more of a “only if you need to be carried then i’ll allow it” type of mf. otherwise no, he likes his personal space and doesn’t do well with physical touch besides sex and kisses

pyramid head yall i’m worry but he most likely will only let you ride his back only if you’re injured and can’t walk, other than that ur on ur own

billy loomis likes his personal space, so you’d have to ask him before you even decide to climb on his back

otis driftwood is a hard maybe, you’d have to ask before clinging onto him tbh

bitch if u don’t get the fuck off of me

michael myers would literally fucking kill you if you did that to him. i’m sorry but he wouldn’t allow it (i’m just being honest 💀)

hey — hey you! yeah you, silly! you should buy me a coffee! ☕️

#slashers headcanons #slashers x reader #thomas hewitt headcanon #vincent sinclair headcannon #stu marcher headcannon #jason vorhees headcannons #baby firefly headcannon #lester sinclair headcannon #yautja headcannons #michael myers headcanons #bo sinclair headcanons #billy loomis headcanons #pyramid head headcannons #otis driftwood #✨nova✨

[cower-before-power]

Slippery When Wet: Part 1

Summary: An untimely accident in the shower leaves you injured and in need of rescue. Lucky for you, the object of your affections is more than willing to help.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

TW: swearing, nudity, implied sexual content, description of injury (nothing graphic), unintentional voyeurism? (idk i mean like voyeurism in the name of helping i’m not sure how to say it ha)

Link to A03 here

PART TWO NOW UP HERE

A/N: Well shit guys, here is part one of my attempt to write a humorous yet somewhat sexy piece for our favorite blindfolded sensei. I’m trying to branch out in my writing styles and Gojo was happy to tag along for the endeavor! PLEASE FORGIVE THE TITLE I KNOW ITS SO CRINGEY (I had like zero other ideas haha). Also a huge shoutout to my lovely friend @ghost-party who was kind enough to beta this, thanks my dear! I hope you all like it, now please enjoy, my sweet potatoes!

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This was ridiculous.

You were a shaman. A really strong shaman. You exorcised curses as easy as breathing. You could bring down (almost) anyone in a fight. You made evil tremble in fear. You were a strong, brave, badass woman.

And yet here you were.

On the floor of your shower, clutching your now (probably) dislocated shoulder.

Taken down by a fucking bar of soap.

“This is so unfair,” you whine to yourself, attempting for the millionth time to get off the floor. It’s no use; everything is slippery and you can’t get your feet under you. You wince as your shoulder is jostled.

Thank goodness you were at least able to reach up and shut the water off.

“Guess I’ll have to crawl to my phone,” you sigh, thinking of the scolding Shoko would probably give you when you told her what happened.

You grit your teeth, maneuvering yourself as best you can to push open the glass door of the shower. You manage to kick it open with one leg, before swinging painfully around into a better position to crawl.

That’s when you hear him.

“I have arrived! With coffee!”

Oh no.

OH NO.

Of course he would pick right now to come barge into your place. The man had no sense of manners; he simply showed up whenever he felt like it. You cannot count the times he’s sauntered in like he lives here, raiding your snack stash and sprawling his too long limbs all over your couch.

Normally, you didn’t mind. Being around Gojo was exhilarating. Ever since you first met him, you were oddly captivated. He was just so....enigmatic. He could be as petulant and pouty as a spoiled child, but somehow made it weirdly endearing. He was loud, often rude to his elders, entirely too flirty and bold, and definitely way too obsessed with sugar. Yet he was kind and doting to his students, a surprisingly decent friend, dedicated to (in your mind anyways) a worthy cause, and just plain fun to be around.

Not to mention he was absolutely, completely, unfairly attractive. Like, god tier attractive. You could stare at him all day like he was some work of art sculpted by fucking Michelangelo himself. It wasn’t surprising that after a while you were dealing with a crush the size of Mount Fuji.

Gojo Satoru was a vast, wild, mysterious ocean, and you just wanted to drown yourself in him.

On any other day but today. Today, you just wanted him to take his stupidly handsome self and disappear.

But.....you were in a lot of pain. Maybe if you called out, he could just slide your phone beneath the door? He didn’t need to know the horribly embarrassing details.

“I’m just finishing up from a shower, Gojo.”

You hear his footsteps coming closer.

“I’ll just wait in the living room then!”

You take a deep breath. “Actually, Gojo, I need a favour.”

A pause. Then a soft chuckle.

“Oh? A favour, eh?”

You feel your cheeks flushing, but you roll your eyes.

“Not that kind of favour, idiot! I need you to get my phone from the bedroom and slide it underneath the door.”

“Your phone?”

“Yes, my phone! I need to call Shoko.”

“And you can’t get it yourself because...”

You grit your teeth as a wave of pain washes over you. “Just fucking do it, please?”

“Are you having lady problems? Because I’m more than capable of getting you something. I do know what tampons are, you know.”

“What the-no!” You practically shout. “And who on earth says lady problems?? What are you, eighty?”

He snickers through the door. “Is Shoko your secret girlfriend then? Do you need her to come over to....relieve some post mission stress?”

You’re ready to tear your hair out. Why can’t the stupid idiot just do what he’s told for once?

“I’m not secretly dating anyone!”

It’s quiet outside the door for a moment. You think maybe he’s finally going to listen to you but then-

“You didn’t fall in the shower, did you?”

You don’t answer him.

“Oh ho!” He laughs, and even though you know he’s laughing at you, the sound is still like music to your ears. “You did! You actually slipped in the shower!”

“Why are you laughing? I’m injured here!” You groan, feeling your face burn in embarrassment.

“Awww, did you break your pride?”

“No, but I’m going to break your fucking neck,” you seethe, fingers on your good hand already flexing at the thought. “Just as soon as I get this shoulder back in. I think it’s dislocated.”

“Well, why didn’t you start with that? Hold on, I’m coming in.”

“No!” You screech, but it’s too late. He’s already pushing the door open (why hadn’t you locked it?), and stepping into the small room. You fumble to cover yourself as best you can, but you know it’s pretty futile. He’s going to see everything.

The thought makes you nervous, embarrassed and just the teensiest bit aroused.

“Get out, you degenerate!” you glare at him, trying to look intimidating. You’re painfully aware you probably just look ridiculous. “I’m not decent!”

“I can see that,” the bastard actually has the audacity to smirk at you. “Don’t worry, I won’t look more than I have to.”

“You shouldn’t be looking at all,” you huff, a violent tremor suddenly wracking your body. Damn, it was getting cold. “Is there a reason you’ve barged your way in here other than laugh at me, you perve?”

He puts a hand on his chest in mock affront. “Me? How dare you, pumpkin. I am a perfect gentleman. I’m only here to rescue the damsel in distress.”

“Perfect gentleman my ass,” you grumble, watching him turn to pull your towel off the back of the door. “What are you doing?”

He approaches you, towel slung over his shoulder. “I’m getting you off that cold tile. Shoko is away in Kyoto today, so I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

Before you can register it, he’s slid in behind you. You gasp in surprise when you feel his hands on your sides, just below your armpits and dangerously close to the chest area. Have they always been this large and warm? His fingertips glide gently against your damp skin as he adjusts his grip, and you feel a shiver unrelated to the cold slip down your spine.

He bends over, and another shiver snakes through you as his hot breath hits just below your ear.

“Upsie daisy now, pumpkin,” he breathes, and suddenly you’re standing upright. Pain streaks through you and you stumble back against him.

“Careful,” he murmurs, and you swear you feel his lips brush against your ear, light as a butterfly. Your whole body trembles; he feels warm and solid against your back. You want to sink into his chest, to burrow yourself into the heat radiating off him.

But instead you’re gently pushed forward, warmth of a more fuzzy kind enveloping you. You look down; he’s wrapped your towel around you.

“Step one complete!” His hands press against your lower back, and you find yourself being propelled out of the bathroom and towards your bedroom. He steers you to your bed before turning you around and pushing you gently to sit down.

“Owwwww,” you moan as you sink onto the bed, reaching to gingerly rub at your injured shoulder. You look up at Gojo, your face flushing once again.

He’d seen you naked. The man you were desperately into had seen you naked and here his was, standing before you looking completely unaffected. You can’t help but frown. Well, that was certainly a blow to the ego. He could at least look a little interested.

Someone else might say he was just being polite, but polite and Gojo were two words you wouldn’t put within three miles of each other.

“Now for step two,” Gojo announces, and you break out of your inner thoughts to find him standing directly in front of you. He gives you a cheeky grin, then lifts one knee and wedges it right between your legs.

You gasp. A heat suddenly sparks in your stomach. “What are you-“

He knocks your legs apart with one motion and slithers between them with the next. You choke on your breath.

“Brace yourself on the bed,” he orders. You grip the edge of the bed automatically, your eyes locked on his legs between yours. The heat inside you rises, both at his close proximity and the authoritative tone of his words.

One of his hands wraps around your chin to pull your gaze up to his blindfolded face. It’s a gentle but forceful movement, and you can’t help but feel a strong urge to sink to your knees before him.

“Don’t take your eyes off me,” he murmurs, and he hooks two fingers under the top of his blindfold. Your whole body tenses, a coiled spring of anticipation. What was he going to do? Show you his eyes? But why? You’d only seen his eyes once, just a brief peek during a training fight, but they were enough to knock you breathless.

Shit, was he going to kiss you?

He slips the black material down, and you know nothing else but blue.

Magnificent, stunning crystal blue. A cloudless summer sky, a shimmering lake of glass. Multi faceted sapphires glinting in the late afternoon light. The gateway into his Infinity, overwhelming and endless and utterly terrifying.

They’re even more beautiful than you remember.

You’re unconsciously moving closer. You can’t help it. His eyes are so piercing and his breath is so warm and his lips are so close....

“ARRRRRGGGHHHH!”

You screech as pain rips through you, the horrid crunching noise of your shoulder popping back into place echoing through the room. Tears slip unbidden from your eyes as you glare up at the chuckling man above you.

“You absolute ass!” You cry, your voice sharp and edged with pain. “Couldn’t you give me a little warning??”

“It’s better if you’re distracted,” he winks at you, hands squeezing your shoulder to make sure it was fully in place. You suck in a breath; a few more tears make their way out of your eyes. “The less tense you are, the less it will hurt.”

“Could have fooled me!”

His grin fades at the sight of your watery eyes, his own blues narrowing in what almost looks like concern. You’re taken by surprise when the pad of one thumb lightly brushes under your left eye, collecting the moisture and wiping it away. He repeats the action with the other eye, his touch as gentle as if you were made of china.

“No more tears, pumpkin,” he says quietly, almost too quiet for you to hear. His thumb slides down your cheek like a raindrop on a window pane. It catches the corner of your lips, parting them just slightly, enough to let a quiet noise of astonishment slip through.

The air is heavy between you. The moment feels too soft, too intimate for just two friends and colleagues. Your heart flutters erratically in your chest, hummingbird-like thrumming echoing in your ears. He tilts his head, just slightly, like he’s considering. Like there’s pieces of him that want to pull away, and pieces that want to do something probably completely reckless and stupid.

Like kiss you.

It’s too much. If you don’t do something, you’ll explode. You want to take the chance, to make the choice for him. But you choke on the moment, on the fear and doubt that still clings to you like winter clings to early spring.

The thumb resting on your chin swipes against your skin once, and then his hand drops.

You blink at the movement, and the charged atmosphere dissipates like early morning fog in the gold light of sunrise. He steps back from between your legs, and you wonder if you are hallucinating the very, very faint tinge of pink on the tips of his ears. He quickly pulls his blindfold back up, obscuring his mesmerizing orbs from your gaze once again.

“On to step three,” he says cheerfully, as if what just occurred had never happened. He turns and begins to rummage in some of your dresser drawers.

“What’s step three?” You ask, and you’re almost afraid to. Your poor heart is flitting back and forth between affection and lust and you don’t know how much more it can take. That super electric moment has left you as weak in the knees as a newborn calf.

“Getting you into some clothes,” he answers, turning around holding an over large sleep shirt and, to your horror, a pair of underwear. And not just any underwear. A little pair of red lacy underwear you save for when you have a very special date.

“Get your paws off those!” You shriek, the image of the red fabric dangling from one of his long fingers making your stomach churn with desire.

“It’s the only pair left,” he smirks, and you realize with sinking horror that you had forgotten to do your laundry-again.

“This is just not my day,” you moan, internally cursing the universe as it was. “Just leave me, I can get dressed on my own. You’ve done more than enough.”

“Pumpkin, everyone owns sexy underwear,” he shrugs, now twirling the offending article between his fingers. “It’s nothing to be flustered over.”

Oh great, now you’re thinking about his sexy underwear.

“Can you not fling them around so casually?” you whine, holding out your hand. “Give them here!”

He ignores you, instead arranging them so they are the right way for you to wear. You make grabby hands for them-you’ll get dressed yourself, this has already been mortifying enough- but he holds them just out of reach.

“Relax, will you?” He sighs, and before you can reply he’s sinking to his knees in front of you. Your eyes widen- Gojo Satoru kneeling is not a common sight.

He looks up at you, waiting. You swallow the lump that has settled in your throat. You’re in this deep, might as well go the whole nine yards. You nod, and he gives you an overly saucy grin.

One at a time, slowly and carefully, he lifts your feet and slides the soft fabric over them.

“Stand up,” he commands, and as before, you listen on instinct. You get shakily to your feet, eyes never leaving his kneeling figure.

He drags the underwear lazily up your legs, fingers grazing your skin as he goes. Time moves in slow motion, and everything around you magnifies. The feeling of his touch is electrified a hundred fold, the synapses between your nerves shooting off like fireworks. You forget how to breathe. You forget how to think.

When his hands reach the edge of your towel, you’re sure your pounding heart can be heard halfway around the world. The heaviness in the air is back; you feel like you will suffocate with the weight of the tension. You can’t see his eyes but his face is upturned, like the crystal orbs are gazing right into your own.

You wish you could see them. What would you see? Lust? Tenderness? Neutrality?

Maybe you don’t want to know.

Somehow he manages to maneuver the material without even lifting the towel. His hands glide over your hips, and you can’t help but flinch a little at the touch.

“Sorry,” you murmur as he stills his actions. “Ticklish there.”

He huffs a quiet laugh and resumes. The fabric comes to rest where it should be, but he doesn’t let go of you. Instead, he takes a finger and runs it all along the inside of the band, straightening the elastic. You suck in a breath and you hope he can’t feel your body trembling. The embers in your gut flare hotly to life, fiery hunger rearing its beastly head.

Was he trying to kill you? Did he even know what he was doing to you? You were about one more touch away from combusting into a cacophony of flames.

“There,” his words once more shatter the suffocating atmosphere as he removes his hands from you. You seriously don’t know how much more of this you can take. The constant shifts between normality and this...whatever it is, is driving you mad.

He stands up and takes the shirt he grabbed, plopping it over your head before you can say anything. You work your good arm through yourself; he carefully guides the injured one into place. You wince with the movement, a part of you wishing it would cause more tears so he would wipe them away again. But it doesn’t, and once the shirt falls over your body you reach underneath to remove your towel. It’s a long shirt, almost to your knees, so you don’t bother mentioning anything about pants. If he knelt before you again, you just might faint.

“All done,” he claps his hands together, surveying his work with a satisfied nod. “The Knight in shining armor has completed his mission! I’m pretty amazing, don’t you think?”

“Ugh,” you plop back down on the bed, a scowl on your face. “Don’t pat your own back for having human decency.”

“You could show a little gratitude, you know,” he chides, wagging a finger a you. “Someone else might have left you to struggle.”

“Well, I guess I do owe you,” you sigh, running a hand through your damp hair. “So thanks, Gojo. I appreciate it.” You fix him with a stern glare. “But don’t go telling anyone about this. I don’t need the whole world knowing I fell like an idiot and had to be rescued. And please, please don’t tell anyone you saw me naked.”

“Are you still embarrassed about that?” He asks, shaking his head with a grin. “Pumpkin, you have nothing to be ashamed about. You’re banging.”

Your cheeks flare with heat. “Banging? You are so lame, please never say that again.” You rub at your flaming face, his words (thought ridiculous) still making your heart flutter. Well, at least you know he didn’t find you repulsive.

“Look, if you’re still gonna be all flustered about it, let’s just even the score,” he says, and his grin turns mischievous. “I don’t mind.”

“What do you- excuse me???” You slap your hands over your face, the image of him just casually ripping off his jacket and shirt dancing on your closed eyelids. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’ve seen you naked, and it’s making you think I’ve got some sort of one up on you, right? This will just put us back on even footing. Well, as much as we can be,” the sound of his pants hitting the floor makes your mouth go dry. “I’m still the most powerful, funniest, bestest looking Jujutsu Sorcerer.”

“Your ego is so big it’s gonna block out the sun,” you press your hands harder into your eyeballs. You hear the whooshing of more fabric being discarded, though it’s barely discernible over the sound of your rapid breathing and racing heart.

“You know what they say, if you’ve got it flaunt it,” he chirps. “Alright, have at it, pumpkin!”

You shouldn’t look. Not because you don’t want to, but if you do you’ll know what is absolutely not warming your bed at night and then you’ll probably just feel worse. But, you were overwhelmingly curious. Just a quick look couldn’t hurt.

Right?

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guys my age don’t know how to love me good

pairing: dom!juyeon x noona!reader

synopsis: lee juyeon is the only guy who makes sex worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: noona kink, mentions of toxic and abusive sex, deep throating, no mentions of protection (wrap it before you tap it), inexperienced/unsure reader

a/n: this is for @rolezeure + anon

requests are open!!

masterlist + requests

'y/n, I swear to god if you won't come to this party with me I will actually never talk to you ever again. you know what this is?' your best friend siyeon dramatically held up a pair of scissors. 'scissors, to cut our friendship.'

'but what am I supposed to even do there?' you scoffed. parties were stupid 'I don't know how to talk to people.'

'you don't need to talk, dumbass. you get drunk, grind on some hot dude and get laid.' siyeon rolled her eyes as she was so done with you.

'as if that is supposed to convince me to go. sex is completely overraded, my dude. it just hurts and the guys don't even care. as long as they get off on you it's fine.' you had not have had any positive experiences with sex. it usually hurt, the guys were rough and didn't really care if you were crying. there wasn't any pleasure you associated with it.

'that's cause you've been with only toxic men. but please, come with me! it's way too awkward to go alone and I need a hype woman. Sangyeon will be there. I cannot miss the opportunity to get with mr. dilf. have you seen him? he is sooo hot, y/n. I might never have another opportunity like this. and I need a lot of alcohol in my system first before I can initiate something,' she whined. she gave you the best puppy eyes she could to make you give in.

you knew your friend had been eyeing sangyeon for weeks. siyeon had tripped the first time she saw him and had to wipe away the drool from her chin. she then memorized his schedule and you would always have to watch him from afar. however, she could not utter a single comprehensible sentence without alcohol if she was nervous but when she was drunk she was the most sociable and flirty person and always got with whom she wanted.

sangyeon was usually never to be found at parties but this particular one was for his friend's birthday so siyeon knew he would show up. who knows if she would ever see him again, after all, he had just graduated from college and would be leaving campus. this was her last opportunity. you sighed.

'fine,' you finally gave in. she squealed and hugged you so tightly that you had trouble breathing.

'omg, I love you so much, y/n! you're a lifesaver. I owe you big big time.'

'you certainly do.'

you tried to convince yourself that maybe a party was just what you needed. finals were finally over and you were on your well deserved break before you started your last year of college.

a week later, the two of you took a cab to the party location. you arrived at a huge mansion that must have cost a huge ton of money. it felt like thousands of people were there, getting drunk and going skinny dipping in the gigantic pool. you recognized some of the people. you didn't really know them but you often saw them walk around on campus.

when you entered the house some dudes whistled at you. ew. you definitely had to get a drink to be able to stand all these gross men lurking around here. at least you had your pepper spray with you. better safe than sorry.

siyeon and you found the bar and immediately downed a couple of shots. the alcohol burned in your throat as you drank one after the other. your friend needed the effects alcohol brings with it quickly.

'have you found him already?' you scream over the music at siyeon.

'no, he's nowhere to be seen… maybe he's not here at all' she was pouting.

I grabbed her by the arm. 'come on. let's go search for him somewhere else. hmm, maybe he's outside?' you dragged her through the mass of people. she was gonna get laid tonight, you were gonna make sure of it.

the backyard was just as crowded but at least you got some fresh air. a lot of people were grinding on each and making out in the pool and hot tub.

'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. he's there!' siyeon whisper shouted at you.

'where?' you couldn't find him in the crowd.

'over there next to the huge ass plant. he's standing next to jacob.' ah, you saw him. him and jacob were engaged in a deep conversation and occasionally sipped on their drinks.

siyeon just grabbed a drink out of a passing person's hand, ignore the complains and drank it all in one go.

'I need more.' so you went to get more alcohol before you could convince her that now was the time.

'how do I look? is my makeup smudged? do I look enough like 'daddy, I've been a good girl. pls choke me?' she kept on trying to flatten her hair hastily.

'you look absolutely gorgeous, girl. go get him, tiger.' she did look stunning. the red lipstick matched with her bold red dress. it was short and showed a lot of cleavage. her beautiful curves were perfectly highlighted and if sangyeon didn't drool over her then you would seriously have to buy him new eyes.

you high-fived each other and then she went to go on her mission.

you watched how he scanned her up and down, taking in her beauty, when she approached him and then smiled brightly. she touched his muscular arms as he said something that made her laugh. he seemed to be enjoying her company jacob, who had understood what was going on, had joined his other friends kevin and eric on the dance floor inside.

'who are we spying on?' someone whispered in your ear, making you jump and almost spill your drink. rude.

'oh, seeing if my best friend's gonna get laid tonight like she'd hoped to. seems positive so far.' the guy who had come up to you nodded interested. you had no idea who he was but you didn't exactly mind his company. he was a handsome fellow, with a face sculpted by the gods. his dark blue hair made him stand out even more.

'so what are you gonna do if she leaves with him? are you just going to leave?' he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. 'probably. she's the only reason I came to this god awful party.'

'oh, you don't like it?' he raised his eyebrows.

'no, it's too full, it's too loud and I'm bored. who even is this guy who threw this party. I actually have no idea who he is,' you complained about everything. he seemed to become more amused as you went on.

'then allow me to introduce myself. hey, my name is juyeon.' he held out his hand.

'what does that have to do with- oh my god this is YOUR party!' you realized in shock. your face was burning with embarrassment. but he didn't seem to mind at all and just laughed light heartedly.

'yeah, I'm sorry you don't like it. if you like I could take you somewhere quieter with less people.' oh dude, he was flirting. why? you did look hot as fuck in your short black dress but you had literally just insulted his party.

'I'm sorry I'm not really up for sex or whatever it is you're offering.' you scratched your neck awkwardly. you wouldn't mind if he visited you in your dreams sometimes tho to have a good time.

'that's too bad. I was hoping I could make you feel good.' he brushed a finger over your cheek.

'I doubt you could. no one ever has.' he snorted at that.

'how old even are you?' you asked him.

'19, you don't have to worry. I'm a legal adult. you?' 'almost 21.'

'ooh, that's fun! are you sure you don't want to spend some private time with me, noona?' that was fucking unfair. he was using this noona thing to get you to give in. he knew exactly what he was doing and you could feel yourself getting aroused.

'I just don't think sex is right for me. it just hurts and doesn't do anything to make me feel good,' you explained to him.

'seems like you've only been with douchebags. I have a 100% rate of making women come. you should try and see for yourself, noona.' his lustful gaze stared deep into your soul, making your legs wobbly.

it seemed so tempting. he was super hot and couldn't help but notice the outline of his abs on his shirt. the alcohol was also encouraging you to make some bad decisions and step out of your comfort zone. this man somehow made you super horny with his toned body and god like face, whether you liked it or not. you caught yourself seriously considering going with him.

'here's a proposal. I give you head and if you're not satisfied with my services we can just stop there.' he leaned down and whispered in my ear. 'I would love to hear you scream my name, noona.'

his offer actually didn't sound too bad. juyeon might just be more skilled than the rest of the men you had slept with, who knew. you didn't have anything better to do anyways so you might as well see if he can make you feel good.

'where do we go?' you finally asked after staying silent to keep a suspenseful silence. his eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand. he led you back inside, up the stairs and into the room on the far right.

you could see posters of football player, trophies and pictures. this was obviously his room.

you didn't have much time to look around as he locked the door and kissed you

you were surprised by just how not slimy it was. usually, the guys would always try to wet your whole face and you had to wipe your mouth every other second.

but he started off soft and placed his hands on your hips. you put your arms around his neck to get closer to him and deepen the kiss.

his hands started roaming your body and when he squeezed your ass, you let out a moan. juyeon took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your open mouth.

the kissing made you dizzy and you desperately tugged at him to get him closer to you. he picked you up and held you up against the wall. you let your hands wander under his shirt and started tracing his abs while grinding your core against him. you could feel his dick harden with your movements.

juyeon carried you to the bed and slowly let you down so you laid on your back. while he quickly took off his shirt you tried to catch your breath after the intense make out. you didn't have long to admire his muscular upper body before he lifted the dress so you were only there in your underwear.

he startes placing open mouth kiss from your collar bones, to your boobs, to your stomach until he reached the hem of your panties. he made sure to keep eye contact as he put the fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled them down like this. you felt cold air hitting your core.

'so pretty, noona,' he admired your clearly dripping pussy. he dragged one finger over your lips to see just how wet you were.

'I haven't even touched you yet but you are already so wet for me. I told you I'd make you feel good. I'll show you just how much, noona.' and with that he dove right in between your lips to prove his point. the feeling of his tongue fucking you was unfamiliar. no guy had ever even cared to get you wet and pleasure you before actually having sex.

Juyeon was desperately devouring your juices as if he hadn't drunk for ages. additionally he started massaging your clit with his thumb, knowing exactly what a woman likes. he had to hold down your hips to keep you stable because you were trying to buck up into his face as it felt so good. every time his nose came into contact with your clit while licking you felt like you were losing control.

involuntary moans were spilling out of your mouth and you could feel juyeon smirking against your core.

suddenly, he slipped a finger inside you and started slowly pumping it in and out of you. it felt a bit uncomfortable at first but you got used to it quite quickly and when he noticed, he slipped a second finger inside. damn, those were some long ass fingers.

your pussy made squelching sounds which you couldn't care less about in the moment as he rapidly fucked you with his long digits. you were pulling at his hair as he took your bud between his teeth, alternating between softly biting and sucking on it.

you suddenly couldn't take it anymore and your orgasm washed over your body like a wave and juyeon slowly continued until you had fully come down from your high.

he sat up straight again. 'I promised I could make you feel good, didn't I? god, you look so hot when you come, noona.' fuck, where did he learn to do all this? maybe he was right after all.

you noticed that his nose was coated in your juices but he didn't seem to care at all. 'do you want to continue?'

'only if you can make me come again,' you challenged him.

he scoffed. 'that's not even a question, noona.'

he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. the shape of his bulge was clearly visible through his underwear. you reached inside and whipped out his already hard dick. you gulped.

'it's so big,' you whispered afraid. he was bigger than the other guys you had slept with and if they had already hurt you then his cock would probably hurt even worse.

he stroked your hair out of your face. 'don't worry. I've already prepared well so you should be able to take it without a problem. I'll make sure to go slow to not hurt you, okay?' you needed to trust him. it seemed like he actually knew what he was doing.

you gave his dick a couple of strokes to see how he reacted before you wrapped your lips around his leaking tip. seeing juyeon throw his head back gave you the encouragement you desperately needed to go forward.

you took him all the way until you started gagging. this was something you were good at. you started deep throating him and he moaned out your name.

'fuck, noona. you are so good with my cock.' he brushed your hair to the side so you it wouldn't be in the way when you sucked him off.

you noticed that he tried to control himself but couldn't refrain himself from bucking up his hips a few times, making you gag.

he then stopped you. 'I can't come yet. I need to show you how proper sex is done first.'

you laid down on your back and he positioned himself between your legs. he pressed your arms down next to your head and intertwined his fingers with yours.

'are you ready?' you gave him a nod.

'just squeeze my hand if it hurts.'

he slowly pushed his tip inside. you shut your eyes tightly and juyeon stopped to give you time.

'no, no. go all the way in first,' you whined.

his dick filled your walls up to the brim. you tried to calm down your heavy breathing. you squeezed his hands in pain and he held still. juyeon placed a kiss on your mouth.

'you're doing so well, noona.', he praised you. 'just tell me when you feel ready to go.'

it did hurt but not quite as much as the other times. and no one had ever waited for you to actually adjust before beginning to pound into you.

juyeon distracted you with kisses and as you started getting more comfortable you slowly started moving your hips against him. you gave him a slight nod to tell him he could continue.

he still started off with a moderate tempo and you needed more.

'faster!' you urged him and he picked up the pace. the way he snapped his hips made you see stars.

the pain was now completely gone and you were lost in your own pleasure.

when he started  thrusting into you from behind, he hit spots inside you you had never felt before. the new position allowed him to go even deeper and faster than before.

you moaned surprised as he spanked you.

'you like this, noona?' you could only groan out his name to show him how you felt.

the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter.

'I think I'm coming!' you manage to get out.

'come for me, noona!' with that he went into overdrive and fucked into you like a machine.

your arms gave in as your walls clenched around his huge cock tightly and you came hard while screaming his name.

he rode out your orgasm and then pulled out. he stroke his dick fast and shot his big load on your butt and back.

he lay down next to you exhausted. his fingers wiped away the tears of pleasure you didn't know you had cried.

'did I make you feel good, noona?' 'more than just good,' you admitted satisfied.

'I guess guys my age just don't know how to treat me.' he hummed in agreement.

'that makes no sense. you are absolutely gorgeous. they missed out on the opportunity to see your beautiful face when you come.' this was weird. he was still nice to you even after he already came. what was this?

'thank you for making my birthday wish come true,' he said. 'huh, what do you mean?' you questioned him.

'actually, I've noticed you on campus before but I was always too shy to talk to you.' 'oh really?' you laughed sceptically.

'yeah, I wanted to ask you on a date first but it seems like we skipped a couple of steps.' he was blushing. gosh, he was kind of adorable.

'I mean we could still go on those dates if you'd like, birthday boy.' strangely enough you felt like you could trust him and kind of wanted to get to know juyeon as a person.

'awesome,' he smiled at you before he pecked your lips and went to clean you both up.

you had completely forgotten about siyeon. hopefully, her night had been just as satisfying as yours had been.

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[salvejoon]

Ferris Dink | jhs

⇒ Summary: Your boyfriend has a bucket list of places he wants to do the nasty and next up is a Ferris Wheel.

⇒ Pairing: Hoseok x female reader

⇒ Genre: Smut. It’s filth, actually, just pure filth.

⇒ Rating: 18+

⇒ Word count: 1.9k

⇒ Warnings: public sex, quickie on a Ferris Wheel, sir kink, dom/sub undertones, unprotected sex, creampie. 

⇒ A/N: Hello everyone! I missed you! I hope all of you are well! This is my contribution to @jamaisjoons​ summer collab The Summer Bucketlist: Bangtan Edition! Please make sure to read the other author’s works as well as every one of us has worked hard on these. Shout out to @sombreboy​ for coming up with a title.

Jung Hoseok was many things. He was an extraordinary dancer, for starters, and he was talented enough to have his own dancing studio and live off of it. He was a great teacher and his students loved him. He was very patient and kind. He was a very bright person that could easily cheer anyone up with a single laugh. He was funny. He was smart and insightful. He was a family man. 

Jung Hoseok also had many things. He had an amazing smile, one that was contagious. He had so pretty and expressive eyes that one could easily drown in them. He had the cutest dimples. He had the softest skin. He had a body that was sculpted by Gods. 

Jung Hoseok was also a man on a mission.

The second the doors behind him closed, you felt the change immediately. The air grew heavy between the two of you, the tension rose, his demeanor changed and you already knew you were in some sort of trouble. 

All you knew that it already had your body buzzing with excitement. Not that you would let him know that. You ignored how his eyes felt heavy on your person and moved to sit down as the ferris wheel began moving slowly. 

It had been such a great day. The weather had been perfect for a date to the yearly carnival in the middle of town. Not too cold nor too warm. You had put on one of your cute summer dresses and put your hair up in a cute bun. Hoseok looked gorgeous in his brown shorts, white t-shirt and matching sneakers. His hair was parted and the inky black tresses looked soft. He had that little twirl of hair that you loved so much, dangling in front of his eye. 

But you loved it even more when his sunglasses were pushed back and it pulled his hair away from his handsome face. 

The two of you had enjoyed a simple lunch, had some cotton candy, shot darts at balloons and Hoseok had gifted you a teddy bear. You had strolled through the carnival, hand in hand, still as in love as you had been in the beginning of your relationship, simply enjoying each other’s presence and company. 

Until he spotted the ferris wheel. Then he’d grown adamant on riding it and while you didn’t care much for heights, you agreed because it was such a simple request. 

Now you doubted that it was simply he wanted to ride it. 

“Aren’t you going to sit down? You might fall over.” You patted the space next to you and smiled sweetly at Hoseok. 

“It’s not moving that fast, babe.” He reasoned and you shrugged, turning to look out the window. You knew he was about to pounce you any second. It wasn’t as if he was trying to hide the growing tent in his shorts. 

“The view is amazing from the top, I think. Already now I can see half of the city!” You exclaimed, looking out on the carnival below, to the river that ran through the city and the skyscrapers in the distance as the sun was slowly setting behind them, “It’s so beautiful with the colors, don’t you think?” 

“Not as beautiful as you.” You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet compliment and you didn’t flinch when you felt his fingers grace your chin gently to make you look up at him. 

“Flatterer.” You mumbled before his thumb glided across your bottom lip, “You’re really not going to sit down and enjoy the view with me?” 

“I already am enjoying the view.” His grip on your chin tightened slightly as he stared into your eyes. 

You smiled once more, noticing how his eyes darkened as his gaze travelled further down your body, taking in how your cute but flimsy summer dress hugged you in all the right places. 

“This dress, Y/N, has been provoking me the entire day.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes.” His eyes snapped back to yours at your nonchalant tone and he raised a brow, “But you already know, don’t you?” He leaned down, his nose bumping yours gently, “Because you’re a fucking tease.” 

Your smile turned into a grin and it only widened when Hoseok growled and pulled you up from the seat and slammed you against the side of the cabin, the plexiglass groaning slightly from the force. 

His hands moved to your ass immediately, grasping the globes roughly, lifting up your dress and he buried his face in the junction of your shoulder and neck, nipping at the skin. You spread your legs automatically when you felt his right leg trying to pry them open. You sighed deeply when you felt him lick a fat stripe from your neck to your collarbone, moving his hands from your ass to your shoulders, pushing the straps of your dress down, then moving to the front of your dress to pull the upper part down, revealing your breasts to him. 

“No bra either? You really are a fucking tease, baby.” He growled as his hands moved to cup them, “But you’re mine.” 

“Hobi, we don't have enough time to-” Your sentence ended with a whine as his lips enveloped your nipple, licking it and gently nipping it, causing it to harden and stiffen. 

He released your nipple with a pop and straightened back up, nuzzling your nose with his, “It’ll be quick, baby, don’t worry.”

“Please don’t leave me hanging.” You teased and he smirked as his hands moved to your ass again, his right leg pushing up against your center. 

“Since when have I ever left you behind, hmm?” He asked, winking at you before kissing you briefly. 

The gentleness disappeared as he ended the kiss way too quickly and whirled you around, placing a hand between your shoulder blades, pressing you against the plexiglass. Then you felt his breath whisk past your ear as he whispered, “I asked you a question, baby girl, and I want an answer.” 

There was a smack to your right asscheek which caused you to yelp and you shook your head, “Never.” 

“Never what?” 

“Never sir. You never leave me unsatisfied.” You heard him hum behind you before there was a smack to your other cheek and you bit your lip to contain a whimper. Excitement bubbled in your stomach as the clinking sound of buckle opening reached your ears. 

You and Hoseok were definitely adventurous but this was very different from fucking in a bathroom stall at a club or in a parking lot. Here, inside the cabin which had windows on all sides, you could easily get spotted by the other people on the ferris wheel. 

The thought of getting railed by your boyfriend while being watched caused a moan to escape you and Hoseok chuckled darkly as he zipped down his shorts. 

“Eager, Y/N?” 

“Please.” You whined and pushed back against him. 

“Begging already? That was fast, baby girl.” He leaned forward and placed a peck on the back of your neck, one of his hands travelling between your thighs, his long fingers pressing against your already ruined panties, “And I can feel why. You’re so wet.” His index finger pressed against your clit which caused your hips to buck and you let out a small cry. He hushed you and pulled your panties down to your thighs. Sounds of fabric shuffling made your spine tingle in anticipation and that feeling only grew stronger when you felt the bulbous head of his cock glide through your wet folds. You keened and whispered out a soft ‘please’ to which Hoseok responded by placing a kiss to your lower back as he rammed his cock into your soaking cunt. 

A soft gasp escaped you as you felt the air being punched out of your lungs. The stretch burned but it only added fuel to the fire that was slowly spreading from your abdomen to the rest of your body. You steadied yourself against the plexiglass with both of your hands as your boyfriend pulled back, only to ram back in, setting a punishing pace that rattled your bones. 

“Shit.” You heard Hoseok curse as his hands grabbed your hips hard, nails digging into your skin, “Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me.” 

“F-fuh-Fuck,” You panted, reaching back with a hand to grasp at his arm, “I’m already close.” You managed to say, craning your neck to look back at your boyfriend. His skin glittered with sweat and as the ferris wheel rose every higher, the rays of the setting sun hit him, coating him in an amber glow that had your heart constricting in your chest. 

“You’re so, ah, fucking pretty, Hobi.” You strained a smile forth as he let out a breathless chuckle, his pacing never faltering, “It’s unfair.”

“Y-You always say the randomest shit, baby, fuck, I love you.” He groaned, tilting forward, caging you in as he braced a hand on the plexiglass, next to yours. The slight change in position made his cock hit deeper and you stuttered out curses as he kept hitting a spot that had you seeing stars. Every nerve-ending was buzzing and the coil in your abdomen tightened so much that you were left breathless. 

Hoseok felt you approaching the edge fast and he moved his hand from the glass to your bun, his fingers grabbing a hold on your hair, making you cry out. He felt the cabin being to sway gently as his thrusts grew harder, deeper and more punishing. 

“You’re mine, baby girl.” He growled, tugging at your hair, making you bend your back as you huffed out a reply, “Louder.” 

“I’m yours, sir. Only yours!” You cried, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. 

“Good girl.” He praised before his other hand snaked between your legs and easily found your clit, “Now cum.” He commanded as he began applying a gentle pressure to the nub. You trembled before tensing up, breath hitching in your throat and you could only let the tears roll from your eyes as you came. Hoseok cursed lowly as you clenched around his cock, your cunt gushing with your cum, giving him an easier slide. His cock rammed you again and again, sending you into overstimulation and you wailed as he chased his own high. 

“I’m going to fill you up, baby girl.” 

“Please, sir.” You managed to croak out. Your sweet plea was just what he needed to hear because he slammed into you one last time before letting out a long whine as his cum coated your  walls. You heard his soft praises for you, a happy but exhausted smile on your lips. You winced as he pulled out and put his shorts back on, his cum slowly starting trickle out of you. 

“You okay, baby?” Hoseok asked as he put your panties back in place and adjusted the bottom of your dress before moving you to the seat, gently sitting you down, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” 

“Hobi, you know I fucking love it when you’re rough.” You half-sighed, half-chuckled as you pulled your straps back up and pulled your hair back into a low ponytail, “It was great and I am perfectly fine.” 

He smiled and pecked your lips and then he sat down next to you as the ride came to an end. He waved to the guy controlling the ferris wheel and the guy nodded before starting the ride once more. 

Hoseok drew you into his arms, kissed your forehead as the two of you simply enjoyed the view this time. 

“I can now check off ‘Ferris Wheel’ on my list.” He murmured. 

“You have a list?” You turned to him with a raised brow.

“I do. Next up is a photobooth.” You already knew by his smirk that he had probably already spotted one somewhere at the carnival, “You game for another round?” 

#tsb collab #btscreatorscorner #thebtswritersclub #cypherwritersnet #Hoseok x female reader #Hoseok smut

[angst-fairygodmother]

Break My Heart Right: Flattery (Luba x Reader)

Word Count: 1873 Rating: T Content Warnings: poor communication, low self-esteem/insecurity, discussion of sex work, angst Cross-posted to AO3 Taglist: @seanfalco (let me know if you want to be added) A/N: Points awarded for "Fic Most Inspired by the Series Title Song" and with the least relevant individual title.

You sat on the counter, Luba positioned between your legs, hands cradling your waist, watching you curiously. Your fingers swept the high arch of his brow, tracing down his temple, across the curve of his gorgeous cheekbones, along his sharp, angled nose, and finally rested, tapping out a teasing pattern on that perfect, pronounced cupid's bow. Your other hand cupped his jaw, holding him in place despite the fact that you applied absolutely no pressure at all.

“God you are beautiful,” you breathed, inhaling sharply when your words made his grip tighten. “I wish I could sculpt a face half as perfect as yours.”

He laughed, the high musical sound skittering through the air, and the breath on your skin sending a pleasant warmth flooding through you.

“That is what they pay me for. Imagine if you could make others look this distinctive too. I’d lose all my appeal.”

“Distinctive wasn't the word I used.”

He shrugged. “Synonyms.”

“Not even close. There's not another word that covers it. Perfect,” you insisted, leaning closer to make sure his emerald eyes (another unfair, gorgeous feature) were locked on yours. “You are absolutely fucking perfect. And I don’t just mean physically.”

“We should order dinner before the good places get a queue,” he said suddenly, backing away from your grasp and fiddling with the nearby touchscreen.

“Luba…” you groaned, frustration leaching into your tone.

“Unless you want to skip dinner and go straight for dessert?” He batted his long lashes at you coquettishly.

“Why do you always do this?”

“Do what, Y/N?”

“Get skittish and deflect when I try to compliment you or tell you how I feel about you.”

“That's not true. I love it when you tell me how good I make you feel.”

“You know that's not what I mean.”

“I don't want to talk about this, Y/N.” His voice had a sharp edge to it, as close as he ever got to true anger.

You huffed a sigh. “Fine. Whatever you want.”

~

Later on, you were laying in bed, tucked against Luba’s side, his fingers dancing over your upper arm. Both of you should have been sleeping, but the argument earlier plagued your mind, and Luba seemed to be lost in thoughts of his own. Turning your head, you pressed a lingering kiss to his chest, the gesture pulling his gaze down to meet your own.

He hummed, recognizing the questioning look on your face. “Something to share?”

“Just making sure you’re alright. You seem...pensive.”

“Thinking about what you said, that’s all.” He shrugged, the movement rocking you as well.

You waited, unsure if Luba was planning to elaborate.

“Have you ever loved someone?” He asked after a pause, almost long enough to mark the start of a totally new conversation. “Someone else? Besides me I mean.”

You felt a lump forming in your throat, heart nervously clenching, as you thought over the people in your past. Of course you had loved people before. He knew that, or at least about some of them. Eventually, you shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you admitted, eyebrows knitted in a frown.

“How did you lose them?” his voice was small.

“I...I didn’t. Not really. We grew apart, or realized that love by itself wasn’t enough.”

You felt Naadirah hanging over the pair of you, her ghost still haunting his heart. You felt your ex-lovers there too, taunting spectres of a person you weren’t anymore. You nibbled nervously at your lip. You felt a twinge of anger in your gut toward them, followed immediately by a wave of guilt. It was hardly their faults that they had a lingering effect; it was on you and on Luba.

Luba was still silent. You glanced up at him. He looked crushed and afraid, face contorted sourly and eyes teary.

“Will you feel that way about me someday?”

“What?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, voice rising sharply in shock. “No.”

“I think it will happen. Laying on someone else’s chest, in someone else’s bed. You’ll tell the story of the prostitute you made love you, you convinced that you loved him.”

“Luba…” you frowned, hoping that the sound of his name would pull him out of this imagined future and remind him that it wasn’t like that.

“It would be a great story to tell. One hell of an achievement. After all, we’re not supposed to feel. We’re supposed to be the ones convincing other people we love them, not getting fucked over ourselves.”

“Where is this coming from?” you snapped, rising up on an elbow to try and better look him in the eye, but he didn’t seem to hear you, completely monologuing now.

“I don’t know if I can stand for it, darling, or stand it. I should never have let myself fall for you in the first place. I tried to resist after you said you loved me. Love just hurts.”

He was crying as he carried on, and you could feel tears of your own starting to stir. You wanted to shut him up, to stop this wild, derailed train and make it clear that it wasn’t real, could never be real. But a doubt lingered in the back of your mind. After all, you had loved others, so maybe he would be just another in a line of people you gave your heart to and took their heart from. It felt different with Luba, sure, but at the time, hadn’t they all?

Suddenly it felt like the walls were closing in on you, like the sheets tangled around your legs were snakes intent on suffocating you. You kicked and thrashed, trying to get them off and eventually threw yourself to your feet.

“Y/N?” Luba was puzzled momentarily, enough to break his melancholy musings, sitting up to watch you.

“I can’t. I can’t do this,” you muttered, raking your finger through the hair at your temples, feeling the sharp sting of your nails on your scalp grounding you. Slowly you drew a deep breath through your nose, letting it shudder out through parted lips. “Maybe I should just go sleep in my room.”

“Can’t do what? Have this conversation? I thought you were all about talking about our feelings?” You frowned at his tone, puzzled why he seemed to be getting angry with you.

“But we’re not,” you choked out past the tears and the crushing weight on your chest. “Not mine anyway. I don’t know who this hypothetical Y/N is in your head Luba, that’s going to move on and break your heart but it’s not me. I love you.”

“But for how long?”

“Is that what this is? You think I’ll leave someday, so you’re pushing me away first? Because that’s not fair.”

He was silent, arms folded over his chest and body angled away from you.

“Luba…” you sighed, sitting back down on the edge of the bed, half facing him. “You’re not just somebody, you’re not replaceable. If someone offered me the choice between everything I wanted in life but without you or nothing at all except you by my side, then the decision would be obvious. There’s no version of reality where I can stand to lose you from my life.”

His posture softened but still he didn’t speak or look at you.

“You are my best friend, and most of the time I think you know me better than I know myself. And you are a part of me. This thing between us is part of me. But I’ve had years for that to blossom and build. If you need more time, or I’m doing something wrong...or you don’t want this, then just say so. Please,” you reached out for one of his hands that was now resting on the mattress and squeezed it gently. “It’s scary, it’s a lot. I know. I’m scared too. Please don’t just shut me out.”

“I am scared,” he admitted. “I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted softly, finally looking at you, with eyes brimming with fresh tears.

“Do what?” you breathed, edging closer, drawn naturally to try and comfort him.

“Be loved.”

“Oh.”

“No one’s ever not wanted something from me.”

Your mind raced. Were you really the first person to care about him for his own sake? Or at least to make him feel that way? And if so, was it pushing too far simply to ask...no...hope that your love was returned?

“I keep waiting to wake up, or for you to finally ask for what you expect in return.”

“Is that why you duck my compliments and try to play everything off like some big joke?”

“Lots of people pay flattery. ‘Luba you’re so beautiful.’ ‘Luba you sound like an angel.’ ‘Luba you fuck me so nice.’ But at the end of the day, I am a thing, for their enjoyment and the praise is part of it.” He shrugged. “They could just as soon fuck the robots but I respond better. I don’t mind it. But sometimes when you start to sound like that…”

He shrugged, looking away again, as if he were ashamed of the admission. “Y/N, I think I love you...I know I do. And…I don’t know.”

You turned now to face him fully, catching his face gently between your hands. “It’s okay, Luba. I love you. And I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better from now on, and be mindful.” You smiled a little teasingly. “No more flattery, I promise.”

You hoped that the gravity of what you were trying to say was clear, even if you were covering it with a joke, the air in the room too heavy not to try to crack the tension. You would need to talk about this again, but not now, not while you were both already upset and tired. For now, all you needed was calm, enough to go to bed.

He laughed, the sound wet from tears and wobbly. “I never said that. And you couldn’t keep that promise if you tried...Geliébte.”

You watched the way his face twitched as he tried the new word, contemplating the way it fit in his mouth and sounded to his ears and then he grinned. You leaned, planting a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“You’re probably right, but I’m taking that as a challenge now, you know. Starting in the morning. For now I should go back to my room, yeah?”

“No,” he hummed, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you back to him. “You should stay right here, geliébte.”

“That’s not going away any time soon is it?” you laughed as he fell backwards, tugging you down with him.

“Hm, no. I think I like it. Do you?”

He could be calling you a steaming pile of refuse and you’d like it, if it was in that free, comfortable voice he was using, or brought the kind of smile that was on his face. You snuggled closer to his side, pretending like you were thinking about it.

Your cheek fell naturally to rest above his heart, listening to it’s steady beat.

“Yeah. I do. I like it a lot.”

#Angst #with an open-ended but mostly fluffy ending #poor communication and low self-esteem are the killers here #Luba x Reader #past Luba x Naadirah #Mute (2018) fic #Break My Heart Right #also I was dozing off during the editing/formatting process so if I cocked it up I'll fix it tomorrow

[randomprose]

title: the one where god is unfair (according to wei wuxian) | AO3

summary: they’re all drunk and jiang cheng is cooking fries while wei wuxian wax poetic about lan wangji and complains about god playing favorites

characters/pairings: jiang cheng, nie huaisang, wei wuxian, lan wangji | wangxian, sangcheng

Jiang Cheng is cooking fries and 2:32 AM. He doesn’t really know how to cook (other than rice like a proper self-respecting Asian but that doesn’t count because the rice cooker does all the work for you) but he knows how to at least fry some damn potatoes. He’s drunk as hell, too, but not as drunk as the two idiots on the floor beside him. The fries are submerged in the bubbling oil and Jiang Cheng is just mindlessly stirring it with the frying tong. 

Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang are on the floor whining about, ‘when will the fries cook’. They’re drunk off their rockers. Wei Wuxian is slumped against the low cabinets in his favorite ratty MCR t-shirt and black boxers, ponytail loose and hair a mess. Nie Huaisang is slumped against Wei Wuxian in an old Qinghe forest green jersey and black spandex shorts. His hair tie is on his wrist and his shoulder length hair is free from its usual half bun.

Jiang Cheng nudges Nie Huaisang’s thigh with his foot, “I literally just put the fries in. It’ll be done when it’s done. Wait.”

“But we’re hungry.”

“Shouldn’t have finished all that chips during the first bottle of vodka then, huh?”

Nie Huaisang just whines up at him, a pout on his lips, and Jiang Cheng has to turn away lest he—lest he do something stupid. Like lean down and kiss that pout off of Nie Huaisang’s lips and pass it off as being drunk. But he’s not drunk enough for that—clearly because he’s the one with the right mental and physical faculties to fucking cook them fries—and not drunk enough to even at least act like it didn’t happen when they’re sober, later.

But Nie Huaisang is, apparently, drunk enough to smile goofily up at him, eyes a little glazed over (oh, he’s drunk-drunk) and says all too casually, “You look hot like that, a-Cheng.”

And Jiang Cheng actually looks down at himself—like an idiot. He’s in his old Yunmeng basketball shorts and he’s—well, he’s shirtless. With an apron he put on haphazardly because his alcohol-hazed mind managed to remind him cooking shirtless is a no-no based from experience. It says ‘Kiss the Shef’ in bold white letters on the front like cliché because half of the useful things in the apartment is some sort of a gag joke. 

“If I wasn’t so drunk I couldn’t stand right now I’d give you big fat kiss all the way up there.”

“…shut up, A-Sang.”

Jiang Cheng just nudges him again with his foot before turning back to the stove. The heat in his face all the way to his neck is because he’s drunk and in front of a stove and has nothing to do with Nie Huaisang.

Beside Nie Huaisang—who is giggling at Jiang Cheng like the absolute menace that he is—is a very noticeably silent Wei Wuxian, mouth open and staring wide-eyed straight ahead, dazed and almost unblinking. If Jiang Cheng didn’t know any better he’d think Wei Wuxian might have fallen asleep with his eyes open.

“What’s up with him?” Jiang Cheng asks nodding at his brother.

“I think maybe the tequila did Wuxian in,” Nie Huaisang says waving his hand in front of Wei Wuxian.

“Guys—“ Wei Wuxian suddenly speaks up but he’s still looking straight ahead. “Guys, don’t you think when god created humans he preferred some over others? God has favorites is basically what I’m saying.”

Oh, is it that time of the night already? Have they reached that part of the drinking session? It usually takes them five bottles of a variety of hard liquor—four if they start with two bottles of Cuervo straight up because it’s a bad night and the goal is to get wasted fast—before the conversation dives into religion, the unknown, and existential crises.

“I mean, he must have, right? Just look at Lan Zhan.”

In perfect unison, Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng finally turns to where Wei Wuxian’s eyes has been locked for his whole spiel to where Lan Wangji is sprawled on the couch. Where he has been for the better part of the night after only two shots—which is an improvement in itself. The first time they all drank together Lan Wangji passed out after taking half a sip of his first shot. They (mostly Wei Wuxian) have been working on building his tolerance for the better part of four years. Two shots of tequila are not much but it’s a huge progress that they are all very proud off. Yes, including Jiang Cheng.

“I think god probably, like, actually scheduled a whole day when he decided ‘Hm. Today I will create the perfect human being that is Lan Wangji’. No, wait. He probably set a whole week, maybe even a month, when he decided he’s gonna make Lan Wangji. Probably sculpted him very carefully and used all his best tools and shit. Got his best angels or something to help him and all that. Added all the right ingredients, all in just the right amount to get that right recipe of Perfect, you know? Like—Kindness, 13%. Selflessness, 12%. Intelligence, 15%. Talent, 15%. Great hair, 20%. Tall as fuck, 25%. Rocking bod you’d want to lick sweat off of (Jiang Cheng shoots Wei Wuxian a disgusted look at this), 40%. Hands—have you guys seen his hands—30%. Handsome, boom, 100%. And he’s like—'mwah, chef’s kiss’, you know?”

There’s silence after that. Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang blinks at Wei Wuxian before sharing a look.

“Alright. That’s it.” Jiang Cheng turns the stove off and plates the fries. “I’m cutting you off for the night. No more alcohol for you.”

“Wuxian,” Nie Huaisang is actually counting off the numbers Wei Wuxian prattled on, “That’s 270%.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Wei Wuxian exclaims throwing off of Nie Huaisang who was still slumped against him. “Lan Zhan gets—what was the total you said—270%, while the rest of us mere mortals get a measly 100%! And that’s only if you’re lucky and god was, like, in a good mood or something when he made you!” He bangs his head at the cupboards he’s leaning on and groans. “Meanwhile, here I am, maybe like a solid 83%. Okay, yeah, I got great legs and a banging ass and then? What else? What else is there? Nothing!”

Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng shares another look as Wei Wuxian continues to groan about ‘the unfairness of god’ and how he ‘shouldn’t play favorites’ and if he is ‘why can’t I be a favorite too at least even out the playing field between Lan Zhan and I’. They cast a glance at Lan Wangji—still out cold, face down on the couch, hair falling a bit over his face, possibly a thin line of drool pooling on the couch cushions—and then back at a very drunk and still ranting Wei Wuxian. 

The whole thing is enough to knock the buzz out of them both. Wei Wuxian has that effect. Looks like they’re gonna finish that last bottle of Tanqueray after all.

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #魔道祖师 #wangxian #sangcheng #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jiang cheng #nie huaisang #mdzs modern au #just all of them being friends #for my jc/nhs/wwx/lwj are best bros agenda #also for my let lwj have more friends agenda #writing #mdzs fanfic #and they were roommates au

[cumbercookiebatchs]

Grantaire was confused.

Grantaire was confused and he’d been like that since the night prior, when an over exited and -quite frankly- adorable Enjolras had knocked on his door, demanding him to be up and ready to head out by seven in the morning.

Well-

Grantaire had been a little taken aback, not used to being the focus of Enjolras’s furore like that but really, there was no way he could have said no.

He’d been done for the moment Enjolras had jumped on his bed, wearing what probably was the ugliest pair of pyjamas Grantaires’ eyes had ever had the disgrace to land upon, blue flannel and tiny white buttons and well, it was just unfair to look good wearing that. Enjolras’ curls jumped all around as he sat himself on the heavy quilt, just shy of Grantaires’ leg, looking up at him with what looked like a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I have a surprise for you- he said, and- you might want to bring your camera along”

And that’s how Grantaire found himself prancing around, seemingly with no direction, through the trees surrounding their cabin at seven in the morning.

It was incredibly cold, even for his standard; a high mantle of snow covering the ground and the sun still too low to give off any warmth. It made for a wonderful landscape, that was for sure, with the pink hue of the early morning and the mist and the stillness of it all, the low branches curving and bending under the heaviness of the snow.

The frigid air filled his lungs and seemed to wake him up a little bit more, and he wrapped his scarf more tightly around his neck, peeking at the blond beside him.

Enjolras’s nose had managed to turn as red as the down jacket he was wearing. He was wearing a scarf and an hat and mittens, too, because Enjolras and the cold had never gotten along well and the more layers he could wear, the better it was for his circulation.

And the better it was for Grantaire’s sight, too. Not that he’d say it out loud but yeah, he was cute. Really cute. So cute that Grantaire felt himself slide in one of his Enjolras-induced-daze, which prompted him to try and start a bit of conversation, just to avoid getting lost in the numerous shades of Enjolras’s hair and how they brushed his cheeks, something that would have him inevitably fall down on his butt in the middle of the woods.

“You know, I still can’t believe you’re out there in the cold at this ungodly hour. Are you sure you’re alright, Jo?”

It was a bit mocking, he knew, but hey, it earned him a grin from Enjolras, and what could maybe be considered a wink- “I told you, I have something to show you”

“No, no- I got that, just, why so early in the morning? it’s a lot colder and we both know you crave heat.”

Enjolras shrugged a bit- at least Grantaire thought he did, it was hard to say with how bundled up he was – “I’m sure you’ll want to spend the whole day there once we arrive, that’s all”.

The wind picked up then, the faintest bit, and its gentle whisper muffled Enjolras’s voice and had him moving closer to Grantaire for the bite it held. Grantaire, too, moved subtly closer, trying to cover as much of Enjolras as he could with his body- “Okay, but where exactly is there? It seems to me like you’re trying to get rid of me and leave me in the middle of the woods.” That earned him an eyeroll and a snort,

“Miscreant.”

Enjolras was right, Grantaire ended up speechless for once in his life when they took a sharp turn to the left and ended up in dreamy winter land.

He blinked, taking in all that was around them, from the pebbled path to the ramshackle houses and the abandoned little square they were currently in, the frozen fountain in the middle and Enjolras just beside it, his hat now gone just as gone was his scarf. He looked up at him as he put them into his backpack, flashing Grantaire with a smile so bright it made him flush.

Oh well.

“How did you find this place?” And, yeah, Grantaire could already feel the smugness radiating off Enjolras as he strolled to stand in front of him and raised a finely arched eyebrow “I asked?”

Grantaire huffed, “You know what I mean” he said, and buried his hands in the pockets of his coat, just to do something that wasn’t kissing the grin off of Enjolras’s face.

“Do you remember a few days ago? When Courf told us about the village’s history and how it’s really not that old?”

“Yeah?”

Enjolras nodded at him, “Well, that’s because the old village had to be abandoned after an earthquake.”

“And this is the old village.”

Enjolras nodded, “And this is the old village.”

Grantaire scrunched up his nose, leaning toward Enjolras a bit before realizing what he was doing.

He cleared his throat, “You still have to answer me though. How did you find this place?”

Enjolras shrugged again, “Jean and I went for a walk yesterday, remember? Well, we asked around a bit. It wasn’t such a hard thing to do, you know?” -He winked.

He winked and Grantaire felt his heart jump up in his throat, and Enjolras walked even closer to him, his boots squeaking on the pebbles under his feet; his breath came out in little puffs of steam and the sun was now high behind him, and Grantaire had never seen him look as radiant as he was in that moment, his nose still red and his cheeks well on the way, too. “Do you like it then?”

Grantaire gulped, then he gulped some more. “I - I love it.”

Enjolras smiled at him again, from up close this time, and well, Grantaires’ soul was ready to leave his body and fly away from Enjolras, and his eyes, and his curls, and his cheeks, and his nose and his mouth that was moving and had Grantaire focusing once again on the conversation at hand.

“That’s not even the best part, you know?”

He blinked, “No?”

Enjolras just shook his head and – fuck- took his hand, leading him through the abandoned village and its snow-covered streets, until they reached the highest point where an old church stood.

Even just the outside of it was breath taking, the light falling down and sculpting every nook, every stone, the gargoyles up above and the twisted pillars beside the portal, down to their bases, playing with the broken windows and what was left of the rosette and suddenly Grantaire understood what Monet must have felt, what had him painting the Rouen Cathedral over and over again.

His chest felt heavy and Enjolras’s hand was warm in his own, but he only became aware of it when Enjolras let go to push open the heavy doors, disappearing behind them a moment later.

Grantaire shook his head and went after him, losing his breath all over again as soon as he sat foot inside-

He turned to face Enjolras, and something in his face must have shown, because Enjolras looked at him with so much tenderness that his knees went weak and he had to sit down, overwhelmed with everything surrounding him. It was so decadent; the fallen pillars, painted red and purple and blue by the light filtering through the leaded windows, what was left of them at least, and Enjolras in the middle of it all, calling Grantaire’s attention back on him with the trill of his laughter and by God, even then, when Grantaire was on his knees, surrounded in beauty, even there nothing could compare. Enjolras was shaped in light, and Grantaire could only blink.

“…why?”

Enjolras’s voice was soft, tender and shooting and everything holy when he spoke back at him, and Grantaire for a moment was ashamed of his own voice. “I knew you would have loved it”.

Grantaire was too far gone to answer, nodding as Enjolras sat on the cold ground at his side, so close their shoulders ended up pressed together. His nose was back up in the air though, and he pressed closer to Enjolras with a mournful grumble, “I wish I’d brought my sketchbook”. There was a bit of rustling then as Enjolras moved, but Grantaire did not pay much mind to it, too taken with how the statue in the far corner of the nave went from red to blue. He did turn around in the end though, when Enjolras tapped him on his jaw and placed a package between his hands, “You might want to open your Christmas present then.”

Grantaire looked from the brown wrapping to Enjolras’ eyes a few times before realization washed through him, “You didn’t”

“Just open it, you Muppet”

But Enjolras had, and he found himself holding a brand new sketchbook and a pencil set. He was so moved, he couldn’t speak, but Enjolras was still smiling at him, and he bumped their shoulders again. “Go ahead, start drawing. There’s a wonderful light this morning, don’t you think?”

Grantaire could only nod.

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Looks like i finally wrote something i actually like for the @enjoltaire-winter-week

yay me.

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anonymous asked:

Markus, you're sculpted like a God and it's so fucking unfair for you to be so fucking attractive.

“Thank you? and? I’m sorry???” He seemed confused as to whether it was a compliment or an accusation, but Markus couldn’t help but smile humorously at the comment either way.

#open asks #markus dbh #anon ask

[eruden-writes]

Self-Defense - Part 1

Inspired by this post on @monsterkinkmeme.

Part One | Part Two | Additional

After getting mugged, you’ve decided to take some self defense lessons and find that your teacher is a hulking orc. Despite their strong build they move faster than you and constantly catch you unawares while teaching you the basics. You’re struggling, but they keep teaching you, sometimes teasing you with lines like “I’d like a day without punishing you.” After a month of getting the basics, your teacher asks you to help out with showing some basics to newcomers. You take them by surprise as they grip you from behind saying “Harder, sweetie.” It drops your teachers guard enough that you manage to flip them over and onto their back.

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With a name like Moonbeam Dream, you’d think she’d have learned to fight sooner. Surprisingly, the need didn’t rear its head until she was well into adulthood. As if walking home after a shit date hadn’t been bad enough, getting mugged was just the Universe being an utter asshole. Moon decided, after the trauma of the incident dissipated, to enroll in self-defense classes.

Three months later, she found herself staring up at the smirking maw of Bruhka, her smarmy bastard of an instructor.

The orc had an air about him that got under her skin. Confidence that skirted on arrogance. Self-assuredness she’d lost somewhere in her mid-20s. Tediously intimidating with his towering height, broad shoulders, and extremely-unfair orcish musculature currently straining against the fabric of his white tank top. His tight work-out pants - showing off sculpted calves, slopes of firm thighs, and that round ass - were not helping Moon’s inexplicable irritation. 

She didn’t have to suffer that grin much longer as he took up position behind her. He drawled on to the newcomers about proper stances and defensive techniques when an attacker came from behind. Moon heard it all before, from Bruhka and from informative TouYube videos.

“Moon here will help me demonstrate how to break an attack from behind.” He took up a position behind her. She heard that smirk tilting at his lips, “Ready?”

“Yes.” 

Bruhka stopped over her, his arms wrapping around her quickly. As if second nature, Moon brought her forearms up, keeping him from locking her arms uselessly to her sides. She struggled, swearing to all the gods that he always seemed to hold her tighter than the others, as he continued talking.

“Moon managed to get her arms up in time to give her some wiggle room. She has more options open to her, now.”

When he paused, after suggesting a counter move for Moon to try, annoyance prickled in her. There was an evident chuckle waiting in his words. Tone heavy with sarcasm, she replied, “What? And ruin your obvious enjoyment of restraining me, master?”

A number of nervous giggles - and one loud guffaw that cut off in a choke - rose up from the other students.

The surprise flicker through his body, obvious enough to Moon in her close proximity. His hold loosened, for a split second. That’s when she moved. Slamming her heel into his foot, his yelp was her reward. She doubted it actually hurt; more like he wasn’t expecting it. Instinctively, he pulled slightly away, giving Moon more room to grab his arm and drop to the floor. She kicked out his knee while using her momentum to swing herself between and through the arch of his legs, still holding onto his arm.

Part of her didn’t think it’d work. TouYube videos had all sorts of bad tutorials, after all. And Bruhka was a fucking orc! He taught self-defense! Without a doubt, he’d have some sort of count--

WHUMP!

Between her inertia and her weight teaming up, plus his momentary shock, Moon managed to drop Bruhka to his back, after sending head under heels. For a few seconds, the shock of her victory settled over her. Silence drifted atop her classmates, unsure if they should cheer or check on their instructor.

Bruhka just laid on the ground, blinking up at the ceiling in a stunned silence.

The quiet had gone on for a few beats, before chuckle-choke piped up, “So, flirt with your attacker. Got it.”

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After the last of the class trickled from the room, Moonbeam Dream remained, at Bruhka’s request. Nerves jangled in her thoughts. Was he angry with her unconventional move? Shocked? Maybe, with her victory over him, he’d tell her to not come back. Men would rather banish the source of their defeat than just live with it, in her experience.

Once they were alone, he turned to her, arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked. “What was that, earlier?”

“What do you mean?” She feigned innocence, fighting down a smile of her own. When he finally managed to shake off his shock, he didn’t have a snarky or smarmy word to say to her. In fact, he seemed to avoid her for the rest of the class period.

“Is someone else training you?” A crease of annoyance deepened between his eyebrows.

Moon’s eyebrows shot up, curious. If she didn’t know better, she’d guessed he was offended at the very notion. “Why would that matter?” 

“I’m your instructor.” Bruhka closed the distance between them, standing a few feet from her. 

“I thought you were tired of punishing me all the time, master.” Moon rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t keep the strain of smugness from her tone. After all the teasing and taunting, all his pushing, she’d finally gotten under his skin. No wonder he liked doing it to her. It was exhilarating and made her skin prick with delight.

Bruhka narrowed his eyes as her last word lingered on her tongue. There was something different in his gaze. A barb of heat that interrupted her personal joy to send anticipatory shudders down her spine. The downward slant of his lips, uncommon, felt contradictory to the look in his eyes.

“If it matters to you that much, I’ve been watching self-defense videos on TouYube.” The words coaxed from her mouth the longer she stared up at his frown. Whatever unpleasant tension he held released, a little, as his stiff shoulders relaxed. Yet he still stared at her with a previously unseen fire in his gaze.

Moon shifted, awkward and suddenly uncertain where the conversation was heading. "Are we done here?"

"What happened to calling me master?" That smirk and teasing tone returned. This time, with a bit of heated suggestion, that made Moon really take him in.

Arms crossed, the curve of his biceps and forearms on display. Was he defensive or keeping his hands to himself? 

His stance was wide and firm, maybe a little stiff. His feet shifted, making her wonder if he was getting into better footing or if he was tempted to advance on her.

Eyebrows raised, crooked grin, an almost eager glint in his eye, anticipating something. It was that look he gave her that finally drove a realization home. 

Master. Like…BDSM-like? Embarrassment alarms went off in her head, ringing through her thoughts.

"That's not how I meant it!" The words shot out of Moon's mouth, heat flaring across her cheeks. 

"Really? That's a shame." His laugh wasn’t like his boisterous, bellowing laughs or half-breathed chuckles she’d grown used to. This laugh was throaty and soft and it sent tingles across Moon’s skin. "I like brats."

The heat worsened across her face. She only, barely, kept from stomping her foot. "I'm not a brat!"

"Uppity sub, then." He returned with a wave of his hand.

"I'm-" Moon snapped her mouth shut. Had she been about to tell him she was a switch? When had their dynamic fine from antagonizing instructor and adult student to discussing sexual alignments?

His grin broadened across his lips. He took a step toward her, head cocked to the side as he leaned toward her. "Well, you certainly aren't a domme. So, switch then?"

"How do you know I'm not a domme?!" It was more an indignant shout than an inquiry. Irritation flared in her chest, watching the amusement dance across his face. Her fists clenched at her sides, mind tumbling with conflicting thoughts and curiosity.

"Your attitude is all wrong for a domme.” Again, that damn dismissive wave of his hand. As if suddenly realizing the annoyance eating away at her, Bruhka cocked his head to the side. His eyes narrowed and his grin curled a little more, the air around him becoming a bit more warm and electric. "Prove me wrong, then."

Thoughts floundered in Moon's head. Now, he was standing right in front of her, challenging her to prove her dominance. She glared up at him, masking how out of her depth she was feeling. Was this a game to him? If she took him up, would he pull away and say he was joking? Or did he really want her to prove herself? 

Moon eyed him. There was no way he wanted her to prove herself, on the sexual front. Maybe he was just trying to piss her off for another round of sparring?

Where would she even start, if she wanted to attack? Moon considered her options, before realizing she had no clue. She didn’t have the heart to launch herself at him, to be a physically violent aggressor. Her shoulders sagged and she sighed, receiving a confused look from him.

“I can’t,” she muttered, after a moment’s thought. Her gaze flickered away from Bruhka’s face, a confusing heat and coldness knotting in her stomach. “I have no clue where to start with offensive. I joined your class to be able to defend myself.”

He blinked, appearing a bit dazed. 

“Wait… shit…” Bruhka dragged a hand over his face as he took a few steps away. He repeated the curse to himself a couple more times. Moon just stood there, watching him carefully. He squared his shoulders, before he looked up at her again. A wry smile curled at his lips and Moon thought she could see some faint color in his cheeks. “I misread the situation. Sorry. I’ll see you next class, okay?” 

And that was it. He turned and began, noisily, cleaning up. His back had firmly been turned to her, as if blocking any more conversation. Where an exciting heat had been, now shameful cold filled the air. Moon’s eyebrows furrowed, confused at the sudden shift. She was too tired to disseminate the situation and, with a shrug, she left Bruhka to his closing routine.

The evening’s interactions would linger, however, and she’d be left to mull over the reasons in the morning.

#monsterboyfriend #exophilia #orcs #exo #monster boyfriend #self-defense story #my writing #sfw

[author-morgan]

Deimos!Alexios NSFW Alphabet 

Deimos!Alexios x Fem!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Deimos is steadily getting better when it comes to aftercare, just as he is getting better and learning how to show affection. He doesn’t act aloof anymore and starts taking time to tend to you. He’ll check for any scratches and soothe the angry-looking love bites on your neck and chest with soft kisses. Deimos helps you clean up too. While he’s not one to cuddle, he still drags you into his side (and if you want to curl up to him he’s not going to stop you).

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is his arms because of how strong they are —he can easily pin you down with them and have his way with you. You also like his arms, but Deimos’ thighs are surely sculpted by the gods. There have been times when he’s let you get off by riding his thigh.

Deimos’ favorite part of you is your hands. He likes how much smaller they are than his and how delicate they look against his skin, especially near the scars on his torso and back. He also enjoys how talented your hands are when they’re struggling to wrap around his thick cock. A close second for him is your stomach —Deimos likes how soft it is, a reminder that you aren’t a warrior, and how it rolls and creases as he bends your body like Hephaestus does hot iron in his forge. He thinks it’s a glorious sight to look down and watch his seed paint your belly.  

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The Cult may not have told him everything —but deep down he knows he’s only a weapon and they want his bloodline erased (why else would they be hunting his parents and sister?). He knows that if you bear his child the Cult will either twist it into a monster like him or leave it to be exposed. For that reason, Deimos mostly finishes on the inside of your thigh or your stomach. If –for whatever reason– he cannot control himself and cums inside you, he’ll make sure you’re supplied with silphium or wild bird’s nest to prevent conception.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It makes him feel a little guilty, but Deimos takes pleasure when you struggle —mostly trying to fight for control, or at least to be able to touch him when he pins your hands down.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, whispers were that the Cult provided their champion with prizes for his victories —a night with some unfortunate soul or souls— to quell the monster until morning. The first time you lay with Deimos, he left you wanting. He knew how to please himself, but not another. It’s a tedious process to teach him the workings of a woman’s body, but after some time he learns what you like (and don’t) and ensures you’re never left wanting again.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It’s basic, but his favorite ways to take you are with you on your back —legs wrapped around his waist— or on all fours (or bent over a table). Deimos does get a certain thrill when you’re on top of him, but he likes being in control too much for those moments to last long.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Deimos is serious and it’s reflected in everything he does —including when he has his way with you. You don’t mind as it’s his nature.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s the face of a powerful organization and image is important to him, even for areas not seen in public. He keeps everything tidy —once he’s comfortable around you, sometimes he’ll even let you help.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

For the longest time, he tried to remain detached, but soon his emotions started getting in the way. That’s when the dynamic started to shift between the two of you —his kisses and touches become softer and linger a little longer and he holds your gaze longer, making sure you’re satisfied.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

For the most part, Deimos controls his compulsions well and rarely ever jacks off. He suppresses his desires when he’s away —he doesn’t need the distraction when he’s trying to sway a leader or change the tides of war— but when he returns, his pent up desire is released like a flood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Besides an obvious kink for being in control, Deimos also has a kink for marking you as his. He likes seeing the shallow indentation of his teeth on your shoulder, the purple-red hickeys on your neck and breasts, even the light bruises on your hips. (Deimos won’t ever tell you, but he enjoys it when you mark him too especially when your nails break his skin and leave scratches over his back.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

There’s a spot south of the Temple of Apollo that’s always quiet with a view of the sea —he likes to take you there and have his way with you with the moon and stars as witnesses. When you’re there, Deimos tends to take things slower, is gentler, and you might even dare say bordering on romantic. While that’s his favorite place, he’ll take you just about anywhere if he wants you bad enough —in a fort or leader’s house, in one of the antechambers of the Cave of Gaia, on a ship at sea— anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Three things can easily get Deimos riled up. 1) When you shake your hair free from a braid or let it down from a pinned style it drives him crazy and he wants nothing more than runs his fingers through it. 2) Back and neck rubs, mostly it’s unintentional as you’re just trying to help soothe his tight muscles after a stressful mission or long day of training. Though sometimes when you’re feeling brave your hands will slip around to his torso, pressing into his abdomen —if you do that, Deimos is on you in seconds. 3) Seeing you for the first time after being separated will get him going too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Deimos isn’t going to do anything that could seriously hurt you, sure his hands leave a fair share of bruises on your hips and thighs, but he’ll never do anything that could truly injure you. After all, the Cult has made it very clear that he will not receive another prize should anything befall you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It was clear when you first met Deimos that he preferred receiving over going down on you —in part because he never had a partner up until you that made him want to return the favor. He still enjoys having your mouth wrapped around his cock, his hand tangled in your hair. When you're sucking him off, it gives you a sense of power and pride to have one of the strongest men in the Greek world completely at your mercy.

When Deimos goes down on you, he always acts like a starved man at a feast —pulling your legs over his shoulders and holding you against his mouth. The stubble of his jaw scraping your thighs, his warm tongue against your clit, and rough fingers pressing into you, curling and stroking. He doesn’t stop until you’re writhing, unsure if you’re pulling him closer and pushing him away.  

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He tends to be on the rougher side even if he’s taking things slow, but if you’re ever in pain or uncomfortable he’ll make small adjustments to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. On rare occasions, you can get him to truly take things slow —it doesn’t take long before you’re begging him to go faster and deeper.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Deimos isn’t opposed to a good quickie. Most of the time he pulls you aside for a quick fuck when he has to leave suddenly and isn’t sure when he’ll be back.  

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Deimos is down to experiment to some degree, mostly it’s trying new positions (he’s always going to be the one in charge though unless you manage to catch him off-guard). He only takes risks when he knows you’re okay with it. One time he had his hand over your throat and you’d laid your over his, squeezing his fingers. That’s how he found out you enjoyed the light pressure of his hand wrapped around your throat.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has the blood of the gods running in his veins —he can easily go three to four rounds before he’s spent and tends to last far longer than a typical man. Deimos has been known to keep you up to until the early hours of the morning.  

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

There’s an olisbos lying around somewhere (it’s molded after his likeness though he’s never expressly mentioned that, but every time the cool, smooth stone slips into your heat it always feels familiar). There are a few long strips of silk lying around, too —Deimos only uses those if you’ve been especially ill-behaved.  

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not much for teasing. There’s still ample foreplay between you and Deimos, but it never feels like teasing. You’ve gotten away with teasing him before, like when he was training you to use a sword though once he realized what you were doing, Deimos pulled you aside —his stiff cock pressing into your stomach.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not particularly vocal during the act. Mainly he just grunts and groans —sometimes right before he cums, soft moans bordering on whimpers will escape his lips. You notice once he’s free from the Cult he becomes a little louder, less controlled, and eventually, he even starts panting and breathing your name like a broken prayer.

W = Wildcard (a random headcanon for the character)

One of his favorite things is after he gets back from an assignment or training and is bathing. He loves it when you start massaging his scalp, working down to his shoulders and arms, around to his back. Soothing his tense muscles and tracing over his scars. Eventually, you always end up in the water, too —with him lazily thrusting up into you, hands holding onto your hips, face pressed into your breasts, and your hands threaded into his matted hair. Now that you think about it —bath sex is one of your favorite things too.  

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Deimos is well endowed. He may only be a demigod, but his cock is that of an Olympian god —15 cm with an equal amount of girth. When he’s completely hard, it curves slightly to the left with swollen veins running from base to head.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a healthy sex drive —maybe even a little higher than an average man. When he’s not off somewhere doing the Cult’s bidding you can expect to have sex two or three times during a week, unless he’s in a bad mood. His libido is always higher once he returns from being away from you, though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

If Deimos is beyond the point of exhaustion, he can fall asleep almost immediately, sometimes while still laying on top of you (it takes practice to be able to shimmy part of his weight off of you without waking him). Other times it takes hours for him to fall asleep —even if you’re already sound asleep lying next to him, and sometimes he doesn’t sleep at all.  

#Alexios #Deimos #Alexios Imagine #Alexios Fanfiction #Assassin's Creed Imagine #Assassin's Creed Fanfiction #Assassin's Creed Odyssey #Deimos!Alexios #Deimos x Reader #Deimos Imagine #Deimos Fanfiction #my writing #100% have a fluffy alphabet in the works too