#damnit dear we talked about this

[hikato-chan]

Elsa's song from The Amazing Devil is such a sad song, and then the last line is sung and all I can imagine is this sad soldier ghost being mad that his love didn't bring his favorite flowers

#the amazing devil #i knew you would forget forget-me-nots #it feels like the ghost is going #damnit dear we talked about this #yes i like sage and lilies and roses but i told you so many times that i want forget-me-nots #love please #i swear I'm gonna haunt your ass

[daisies-daydreams]

OMG CAN I GET SUKUNA WITH A CHUBBY WIFE?..LIKE LETS JUST SAY HES REMEMBERING THE TIME THEY FIRST MET..obviously remembering fondly (we totally didn’t hit him cause he scared us accidentally, only to then apologize profusely.). He only gets out of his little daze when we get home, carrying TONS of bags from shopping (his money ofc…only obtained after we gave him sloppy toppy). We greet him and stuff..idk where the smut comes in tbh. 😇🙏 YOU CAN PICK IF IT DOES OR DOESNT. BE CREATIVE MAH LOVE. MWAH MWAH TAKE YOUR TIME AND HAVE FUN WITH IT. LOVE YAAAA

Lay All Your Love on Me (CEO!Ryōmen Sukuna x Plus-Sized!Wife!Reader)

Pairing: CEO!Ryōmen Sukuna x Plus-Sized!Wife!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Warnings: Slight Angst, Oral Sex (M! & F! Receiving), Dom!Sukuna, Praise Kink, Handcuffs/Bondage, Spanking/Pussy Slapping, Mentions of Safe Words/Actions, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampies, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Nipple Play, Daddy Kink, Missionary/Mating Press, Mentions of Breeding, Pet Names, Swearing Word Count: 5.3k+ A/N: Sukuna simps come get your juice. 💦🧃 So sorry it took me so long to get to it dear. 😭 Thank you for your sweet & spicy request and I hope you enjoy!

Sukuna sighed as he rubbed his strained, red eyes. The computer screen glared at him with a harsh glow as his head pounded incessantly. All that time he spent in the office this past week…and he still had work to catch up on.

It should’ve been his lazy Sunday today: a day full of him lounging around the penthouse with his darling wife.

Despite the exhaustion he felt, Sukuna couldn’t help but suddenly grin when he recalled how you slipped beneath his desk earlier: fluttering your lashes and giving him your softest puppy-dog eyes. He groaned as he thought about the way you parted your mouth and wiggled your hips, pleading to help him "relieve some stress" while he worked (in exchange for some spending money, of course).

How could he refuse such a sweet offer from his adorable wife?

Sukuna’s throat tightened as the memory of how pretty your plump lips looked wrapped around his heavy cock flashed through his mind. A sudden bolt of pleasure electrified his body as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“God,” the man huffed as he felt his flaccid cock twitch beneath his grey sweats. He drew out a long, heavy sigh before leaning back and running a hand through his messy, red hair. Sukuna knew he had to finish the presentation for the new business plan before tomorrow…but his body continued to betray him with images of you in every position.

On your knees, your back, your stomach…

Sukuna sank into his seat as he bounced his leg, desperately trying to fend off the tension growing between his legs.

“Focus, damnit,” he hissed as he clenched his fists on the arms of his chair. Your husband swallowed thickly and closed his scarlet eyes, his mind beginning to wander as a light rain began to trickle over the roof of your Tokyo apartment…

Five Years Earlier

Sukuna sighed as he turned on his heel and strolled out of the private section of the decadent steakhouse. It’s been a few months since his ex-wife left him for another man - a few months of him trying and failing to start over again. He never saw himself as a romantic at heart…maybe when he was younger and not weighed down by the complexities of his career.

A career that cost him everything else in his life…

He still remembers the minute he stepped into his cold, empty home after a long business trip with only a note left behind.

“It’s just not working out between us”

The sentence sent a shiver down his spine as he approached the bar within the intricately decorated restaurant. Sukuna’s gaze lingered on a true beauty sitting at the end of the bar: a curvaceous woman clad in a black, tight dress and sparkling jewelry. He furrowed his brows when he heard her sniffle quietly.

“What can I get started for you, sir?” a dark-haired bartender inquired, pulling his attention away from the gorgeous piece of art before him. The CEO grunted as he flicked his eyes back to the rows of sparkling liquor displayed before him. He rested an elbow on the edge of the bar as he leaned forward.

“A Yamazaki, please. Neat,” he replied before shifting his gaze towards the mystery woman. Hot tears rolled down her plump cheeks as she gazed at her phone. The red-haired man frowned before he turned back to the bartender.

“And give her another one of whatever’s she’s having. Just put it on my tab,” he muttered in a low whisper while pointing towards you.

“Of course,” the bartender said before he began to prepare the two respective beverages. The CEO sighed as he drummed his fingers on the polished, wooden surface; his heart beating wildly as his palms grew clammy. Something that felt so familiar yet so distant began to grow inside of him the longer he stared at the woman: an all-consuming inferno that took root in his chest and spread from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

He thanked the bartender for the drinks before turning to face you...only to watch as you hastily adjusted the strap of your purse over your purple rain jacket as you stomped out the revolving door. His eyes moved to find your phone resting on the surface of the bar. Sukuna's brows pinched together as he hesitated for a split second, as he walked over. A text was pulled up on your phone:

“I’m sorry. I think we should see other people”

The man's eyes grew wide as the painful, aching memory came back to him. Sukuna gripped your phone as he found himself rushing towards you.

"Sir? Sir!" the bartender called after Sukuna in vain as he followed you towards the slowly revolving doors. He nearly cursed as an entire party flooded into the restaurant as soon as you slipped through, creating a nearly impenetrable wall to the exit. Sukuna perked his head up to see the hood of your rain jacket bobbing with every step to took.

He finally broke through the crowd and stumbled into the thick blanket of rain. Sukuna gritted his teeth as strong gust of wind nearly flung him back, the image of your jacket growing smaller with every step you took.

“Hey!” he shouted. The tall man grunted as you continued to walk on, the hood of your jacket weaving through yet another crowd. Sukuna sighed and rushed towards you, the rain soaking his slicked back hair and crisp suit. It wasn’t long before he caught up to you, his chest rising and falling as he raised his hand. You gasped and tensed when he rested his palm on your shoulder.

“Hey, you forgot-“

Sukuna’s eyes widened as you spun around on your heel and swung your fist into his stomach, a sharp pain rippling across his abs as he wheezed. You gasped when you watched him drop to his knees.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” you said as he clutched his stomach. The muscular man huffed and wheezed as he caught his breath.

“It’s fine…I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that,” he coughed. Sukuna instantly relaxed when you suddenly dipped down, your jacket spread over your head as you tried to shield him from the rain. His rugged face softened he took in your gentle eyes and delicate face.

“You’ve got quite the right hook,” he chuckled with a slight wince. You laughed nervously and glanced down at your drenched heels. Sukuna cleared his throat as he slowly rose to his feet. The cold rain poured down his sharp features while he held your phone out towards you. Your eyes lit up as you took it from him, your fingertips brushing over his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked worriedly as you tucked your phone into the pocket of your jacket. Sukuna paused at your genuine concern. No one has given him that look in quite some time...

“I’ll be alright,” he assured while scanning you up and down. “Are you okay?” Sukuna said as he took a step closer, looming over your smaller form. You swallowed thickly and nodded.

“I-I’m fine. I just wish I could repay you somehow,” you said while tucking your bottom lip beneath your teeth. How coquettish. Sukuna’s smile softened as he dipped his head a little lower to fully meet your gaze.

“How about we go somewhere dry first?" he murmured with a soft chuckle.

+++

Sukuna’s eyes widened when he heard the front door of the penthouse swing open. The sound of your heels clicking and bags rustling drew him out of his trance. He smiled when your soft face appeared in the doorway of his home office.

“Hi baby!” you squealed before gently putting your bags down. You paused and frowned when you took in the sight of him still glued to his chair. “Are you still working?” you asked. Sukuna’s smile faltered as he looked down.

“Maybe,” he muttered while drumming his fingers on the top of his thigh. Sukuna released a quiet sigh as he felt your curves glide over his lap and breasts smooth against his chest. He grinned as you slipped your arms around his shoulders and nuzzled your face into his thick neck, his own hands finding their way to caress your lower back.

“I wished you took better care of yourself, Ryō,” you confessed with a solemn whisper. Sukuna slowly pulled his head back, his brows furrowed as he felt you breathe against his neck. “You’re always working so hard…I just-” you paused and sighed heavily. “If only there was something I could do to help you…relax,” you said as you traced your fingertips along his chest with a tiny glint of mischief in your eye. Sukuna raised a brow as a his lips curved into a small smirk.

He loved it when you tried to act all coy.

You gasped when he suddenly lowered his hands and greedily squeezed your supple asscheeks. Your husband relished in the way you shivered as he grazed his warm lips over the shell of your ear.

“I can think of a few ways you could help…” he husked while tenderly kneading your plump ass. He smirked as you wiggled in his grasp, a look of pure arousal quickly forming on your face as you bit your lip. You tilted your head back as he let his lips linger over your neck, your smooth skin feeling like heavenly silk against his mouth as he grunted.

"It's been a while since we've spent some quality time together, hasn't it?" Sukuna rumbled while slowly bunching up the skirt of your dress. His eyes lit up with lust when he felt you wearing nothing but a thong underneath your already skimpy outfit.

“It’s been too long,” you breathed as he groaned while kissing behind your ear. Your hands gripped the fabric of his t-shirt as he dug his fingertips into your bum.

"Wrap those sexy legs of yours around my waist, sweetness," he purred before dipping his head back down and wrapping his lips over your pulse. His cock twitched against his briefs as he felt your barely clothed pussy grind over his crotch. "Yeah, just like that," Sukuna grunted as you slipped your legs around his tight hips, a spark of pleasure rushing through him as your sexes rubbed against each other. "Now...give me those sweet lips of yours," he whispered while tilting his head.

Sukuna smiled as you obediently parted your lips, his tongue soon slipping into your warm, slick cavern as he caught your mouth in a sloppy, passionate kiss. He groaned as you dug your nails into the back of his neck while slowly grinding your pussy against his aching dick, each swipe of your tongue around his driving him deeper into a lustful frenzy.

Your beloved's pupils grew wide when he pulled back, a thick string of spit connecting your puffy lips. He deeply gazed into your eyes before crashing into you once more, his tongue thrusting inside your mouth as the lingering taste of himself spread over his tastebuds. You squeaked as he slowly rose to his feet, the floor creaking beneath his steady footsteps as his cock threatened to burst just from the slightest graze of your soaked panties.

Sukuna grunted as he laid you down on the king-sized bed, his arms caging you in as he captured your bottom lip between his teeth.

"Fuck, I've missed this so much," he growled after gently tugging on your lip, his hands sliding on top of your thighs and pushing your dress over your puffy tummy. Your soft mewls cascaded from your pretty lips as your husband played with the thin band of your silky panties. "What are you thinking, pretty girl?" Sukuna whispered before kissing at the junction between your jaw and neck. He smirked against your pulse as you shivered against his feather-light touch.

"I...I want to suck your cock again," you moaned and arched your hips upward. Sukuna blinked as his dick twitched at your lewd request. He flicked the tip of his wet tongue against your neck before he snapped the band of your thong against your plush love handles.

“So, my little slut wants to choke on Daddy’s cock for a second time today, hm?” your husband rumbled over your pulse. You keened at the friction between your two heated bodies as he dragged his erection against your cunt.

“Y-Yes,” you whined. You yelped when your husband suddenly laid a sharp smack across your bottom, your supple flesh jiggling beneath the sudden motion as he groaned.

“C’mon, baby girl. You know what to say,” he smirked before sucking a small, tender hickey behind your ear. You shivered at his delicious touch and you gently ground your hips against his.

“Yes, Daddy,” you gulped, your plush tits rising and falling as your pupils enlarged. Your husband chuckled as he slipped away, his back soon flush against the mountain of throw pillows as he spread his legs apart.

“Good girl. Now…c’mere,” he beckoned while gently patting his thighs. Sukuna chuckled as he watched you crawl towards him: the hypnotic sway of your hips and bounce of your breasts making his cock ache for your touch. He sighed with a half lidded gaze as you nestled yourself between his legs: your mouth visibly watering as you gazed upon the growing bulge below you.

“You remember the safe word and action from last time?” he husked while slipping his fingers through your hair. You nodded as quick breaths fell past your slightly swollen lips. “Good, good,” he murmured with a small, wry smirk. Your beloved could practically feel your heart racing beneath his fingertips.

“Go on, baby girl: show Daddy how pretty those lips look wrapped around his cock,” Sukuna encouraged while gently tugging on your locks.

You wasted no time: swiping your wet, pink tongue across your lips as you hooked your delicate fingers around the band of his pants and underwear. He shuddered when his cock sprang free and slapped against his trimmed bush - the sensation of your hot breath falling over his tip was enough to make his member throb.

Sukuna watched with a lustful, half-lidded gaze as you adjusted yourself, your lips just barely grazing over the red, weeping tip of his dick before you littered it with small, quick kitten licks.

You gave him a coquettish smile before gently pressing your soft lips to his flush tip. Your husband groaned as you let your mouth linger before lapping at his dribbling slit. Sukuna grunted as a wave of pleasure washed over him when you wrapped your tight fist around the base of his shaft and slowly began to pump it while swirling your slick tongue around his head.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hissed through gritted teeth as he felt your warm palm glide along his length as you painted his tip with your spit. Sukuna clenched his jaw as he felt you squeeze his base each time your fist came back down, jolts of arousal shocking through his throbbing sex as he tightened his grip on your hair.

“Mmm, that’s my good girl,” he whispered with a smirk while bucking his hips forward. A wet squelch fell from your mouth as his cock slipped past the tight ring of your lips, the underside of his shaft sliding over your soft tongue as you squeaked. Sukuna moaned as you hollowed your puffy cheeks, the divine suction making his dick twitch inside your tight cavern. Your eyes widened when he suddenly grabbed both sides of your head and eagerly began to thrust into your tender, warm mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” Sukuna growled as he threw his head back, the slight gag that erupted from your throat only spurning him to fuck your face even more. Spit messily seeped past your lips and dribbled onto the inside of his taut thighs and patch of dark hair. Your eyes grew half-lidded as you sank your nails into the top of his thighs, his cock plunging deep inside your tight throat as Sukuna heaved.

“Love how fucking deep you take my cock,” your husband groaned as he felt his thick shaft twitch against your hollowed cheeks.

He watched your expression and hands when he heard you gag again, only to moan when he saw you eagerly bob your head up and down his shaft in time with his sharp, feral thrusts.

“Shit, baby,” his voice faltered as his balls tightened against your soft chin. A low groan rose from his throat as he felt the knot in his lower stomach grow tighter with every snap of his hips. His hands fisted your soft, luscious hair as his heart pounded faster and faster, his mind growing numb as he felt his cock stiffen within the snug vice of your raw throat.

Sukuna’s jaw went slack the moment you moaned around his length, his cock lodged deep inside your warm esophagus as a wave of pleasure cascaded over him.

“Fuck, (Y/N)!” your love snarled as he kept your lips pressed against the hilt of his cock. You moaned around his length while he painted your throat with thick, white ropes of his seed. You fluttered your eyelashes as you audibly gulped down every last drop of his warm cum, your nails still sinking into his ivory skin as you flared your nostrils. Sukuna shivered as he kept his fingers wrapped between your locks, the feeling of your lips and mouth wrapped around his softening dick absolutely heavenly.

He slowly blinked his eyes open, his vision slightly blurred as he locked eyes with his darling wife. The corners of his mouth turned up as he gently stroked your cheeks while his cock softened inside your snug throat. You slowly pulled your head off of his length, curling your lips inward as you swallowed a drop of cum that lingered on your tongue. Sukuna groaned and narrowed his eyes when you showed him your pink, pristine muscle.

“Mmm, I knew you’d take every drop,” he chuckled before gently slapping his cock against your plump cheek. “My pretty, little slut,” Sukuna husked as he watched the messy trail of spit and cum glide down your face. You gasped when your husband suddenly pounced on you, his eyes hungrily raking over every curve and roll of your luscious body as he breathed against your neck.

“Now…allow me to return the favor,” he purred in a low, deep voice. You shivered when he nibbled on your earlobe as his hands slipped the rest of your dress over your breasts and shoulders. His cock was already twitching again as he rolled the fabric over your voluptuous form, his eyes drinking in every roll and dip of your body.

A quiet mewl fell past your lips as he ripped your bra off and tossed it aside, your slick panties following not long after. You shivered as he traced his fingertips down every dip and curve of your sides as he deeply inhaled against your neck.

“God, you have no idea how much I’ve missed the taste of you,” he groaned. His mind grew dizzy as the scent of vanilla and rose petals filled his nostrils…the urge to have that scent rubbed onto him growing stronger with each passing second he remained on top of you. You raised your brows when he suddenly leaned back. His eyes glowed with mischief as a wicked idea popped into his mind.

“Hold on,” Sukuna grunted before he slipped off the bed. He heard you shift on the bed as he walked over to the nightstand. A smirk stretched across his face as he pulled out a pair of scarlet, fuzzy handcuffs. Your husband chuckled when he saw your face flush as he held the device up with a single, thick finger while strolling back over.

The bed creaked as the hulking man climbed back on top of you, his muscular thighs caging you in as he gave you a wry, seductive grin. You bit your lip as you held your hands above your head and shifted beneath your beloved.

“Just remember: if it’s too much then say the safe word,” Sukuna reminded you with a husky whisper. He watched you shiver as he threaded the chain of the handcuffs behind one of the metal links of the headboard. You nodded vigorously as your chest rose and fell with every heavy breath you took.

“I promise I’ll let you know,” you murmured as he clasped the fuzzy cuffs around your wrists. Sukuna’s smile softened for a brief moment before his devilish smirk returned. His scarlet eyes flicked down to the sacred space between your legs, his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening lower lips.

"My my...are you really this wet just from sucking my cock?" he sneered before swatting his hand over your puffy clit. You moaned and thrusted your hips forward, your legs trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Mmm such a needy whore for my dick- I fucking love it," your husband chuckled before planting his lips on the junction between your jaw and neck.

His cock twitched back to life as he suckled on your soft skin, drawing soft, delicate moans and squeals from your pretty lips. Your breath hitched when he slid his large hand down your puffy belly and dipped his fingers against your sex. He grinned against your neck as he heard the all too familiar squelch of your desperate, aching cunt.

"Oh, baby," Sukuna groaned beneath your neck as he slid two of his thick fingers between your wet lower lips. You whined and ground your hips against his hand, your brows furrowed in desperation for his touch. "You like it when I move my fingers like this...hm?" he mused before suddenly pressing his thumb over your bundle of nerves. Your harsh cry of pleasure rolled through the dimly lit room as he wrapped his lips below the hickey he just adorned upon your skin.

Sukuna couldn't help but smile at just how cute you were: your high-pitched moans, the way your hips bucked and wiggled even at the slightest stroke of his digits.

"You want my fingers inside you, sweetheart?" he teased against your collarbone while spreading your folds apart, your warm arousal drenching his two digits as your hole pulsed against his smooth fingertips.

You whined and nodded, only to yelp when he pinched your nipple with his free hand.

"Ah, ah - remember to use your words, (Y/N)," Sukuna purred before taking your nipple between his wet lips. Your legs jiggled as he swirled his thumb around your clit in time with circling your perky nipple with his warm, slick muscle.

"F-Fuck yes! I want your fingers, your cock...I want everything you have to stretch me open!" you wailed and arched your chest into his touch. Sukuna's eyes widened, not expecting you to break so vividly. Your nipple slipped away from his mouth as his lips curled into a devious grin.

"Is that so?" he murmured with a hungry glint in his eye. You tilted your head back and strained against the handcuffs as your beloved slowly dipped his two thick, wide digits between your walls. Sukuna gritted his teeth as your hot, greedy pussy sucked him in.

"Fuck, can't believe after all this time, your cunt’s still this fucking tight," he breathed against the mound of your breast as he shoved his digits down to the knuckles. Your tits jiggled as you inhaled sharply, your slick dripping past the lining of your raw entrance as he began to slowly pump his fingers inside you. Sukuna swallowed thickly as his cock throbbed in anticipation of being swallowed whole by your tight, gummy walls.

"D-Daddy," you keened as he dragged his long fingers inside your pliable cunt, each stroke more rough and eager than the last. A deep rumble rose from Sukuna's throat as he kissed and nipped down your abdomen, several bitemarks stretched across your tummy before he dipped his head even lower. He grinned ear to ear as you hooked your ankles around his neck, your plush thighs caging him in as he flicked the tip of his tongue over your puffy bundle of nerves.

"Ah!" you cried as he curled his fingers against your spongey g-spot. Your juices messily gushed all over his palm as you practically bounced yourself on his fingers. He gazed directly into your half-lidded eyes as he puckered his soft lips around your bud. His eyes rolled back as the sweet scent of your musk wafted through his nostrils as he played with your drenched cunt.

"Hgn, R-Ryō. F-Feels so good," you panted wildly as he swiped his tongue back and forth between your folds. He picked up the pace of his fingers as he slowly rolled your clit with his long muscle, the taste of you making his mouth water for more of your delectable juices.

"God, you taste divine," he breathed deeply before diving back in, his licks growing more sloppy as he pounded his fingers against your soft cervix. A faint pink dusted over your husband's cheeks as he moved his head back and forth. You gasped as he flattened his tongue over your juicy bud, your walls gripping his digits in a strong vice in reaction to his lewd ministrations.

"Ryōmen," you gasped as he painted quick, messy strokes over your clit while he curled his fingers deep inside you. Sukuna smirked when he felt your walls start to pulse, instantly pulling his drenched lips away as he stilled his digits inside your warm canal. Your eyes shot open as you flared your nostrils. "Ryō!" you keened as you tried and failed to fuck yourself on his wide fingers.

You instantly stopped and trembled when he nibbled on the patch of stretch marks adorning the inside of your thigh. His eyes burned with a deep, insatiable lust as he licked a bold stripe over the fresh bite mark laced into your plush leg.

"Patience is virtue, my dear," he rumbled before swiping his tongue across his lips, savoring the sweetness of your nectar before he audibly gulped it down his throat. Your skin was ridden with goosebumps as he slid his fingers out of your fluttering walls, a thick string of your arousal clinging to his fingertips before he slid his palms over your luscious hips.

Sukuna adored the way your bottom lip poked out ever so slightly as tears of pleasure laced your thick lashes.

"Aw, what a precious look you're wearing," your beloved semi-mocked as he lined his flush tip to your entrance, the sound of your slick making him as he smeared it across his smooth head. Sukuna took a deep breath as he squeezed your waist while sinking his cock past the lips of your entrance: inch by mouthwatering inch.

Your husband leaned his face down as he watched your brows pinch together and lips part to make way for your gorgeous moans. He licked his lips again before leaning close to your ear.

"But I love the face you make when I fill you with my cock even more," he grinned deviously just as he buried himself down to the hilt. Sukuna closed his eyes as he became completely drunk on the feeling of your snug heat hugging his thick, throbbing shaft. He swore he could erupt right now with how tightly your walls gripped onto his hard length.

Your husband drew out a long exhale, his hot breath falling against your cheek as he drew his hips back before snapping them forward. You moaned loudly as your eyes rolled back into your skull, your rolls and curves jiggling each time your beloved's hips slapped against yours. Sukuna released a gutteral groan as he fucked you with a slow, steady rhythm.

"You feel me deep inside you, baby?" the red-haired man grunted as he pressed his hand down on your cute belly. You only answered with a high-pitched cry as his hard length stretched your walls apart. Sukuna nipped at your earlobe as he pressed down even more, your pussy clenching around his shaft at his small action. "Feel my fat tip pounding against your cervix, hm?" he smirked before sliding his hands from your hip and stomach to beneath your knees.

Your squeals echoed through the bedroom as he tilted your legs up, your plump breasts squishing against your knees as the bed frame creaked with every feral thrust of his sharp hips. Sukuna's chest heaved as his muscular body tensed above you, his fat balls slapping against your slick crack as he fucked your puffy cunt completely raw. You screamed and thrashed as his mushroom-like tip massaged your g-spot each time his hips met with yours.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," he grunted as he gazed into your wet, glossy eyes. The chain of the soft handcuffs clinked against the bedframe as he roughly slammed his dick inside your pulsing heat.

"R-Ryō! I'm so close!" you moaned and arched your back as your soft walls clenched on his girthy shaft. Sukuna clenched his sharp jaw as his hands squeezed the back of your plush knees, the divine suction of your slick pussy causing a low growl to rise from his throat. He gritted his teeth as he captured your lips in a heated kiss - your warm tongues rubbing in a sensual dance as he picked up the pace even more.

"Cum for me, (Y/N). Soak my cock before I fucking breed you," he snarled against your puffy lips as he slammed his cock into your raw hole with an insatiable hunger. His eyes glowed with desire as he watched you unravel beneath him: your head falling to the side as a beautiful moan echoed through the room. Sukuna's thrusts faltered as your pussy squeezed his cock so hard he nearly came with you.

"R-Ryōmen..." you cooed and babbled as your plush cunt convulsed around his painfully hard shaft. Your husband furrowed his dark brows as his dick twitched between your pulsing walls, your supple cheeks clapping incessantly as he eagerly fucked you through your orgasm.

"Fuck, (Y/N)," he breathed as he felt you drench his member and lower stomach with your warm arousal. Your moans grew louder as he pumped his cock into your overstimulated sex - the tight feeling in his dick growing unbearable as his balls tightened against your ass. He watched as you closed your eyes, only to give a powerful thrust into your squelching pussy.

"Look at me, baby - look at me while I fill your perfect pussy," he growled ferally as his cock throbbed and swelled, his breathing ragged against your neck with every passionate thrust. The second your gentle gaze met with his, the cord in Sukuna's taut, lower stomach finally snapped.

"(Y/N)!" he roared as he kept his cock stuffed as deep as he could within your intoxicating heat. It felt like every muscle...every fiber of his being tensed as he shot streams of thick, potent cum into your stretched out hole. "Yes," Sukuna groaned as he shallowly thrusted into your core while he painted your walls a creamy white.

"Mmm, Daddy," you gasped and shivered as he shoved his hips forward for the last time, his tip glazing your cervix with a few loose drops of his seed. The room seemed to spin around him as his body trembled with pure bliss - his skin coated with a thin sheen of sweat as he rested his forehead against yours.

Your warm breaths collided as he slowly loosened his grip on the back of your knees. Your supple legs fell on their side of his abdomen, they’re trembling not going unnoticed by your love. He sighed as your cunt wrapped snugly around his softening length as your noses rubbed against each other.

"Do...you...feel better now?" you asked between heavy pants. Your soft voice filtered into his ears like a gentle, soothing breeze. Sukuna's lips melted into a small grin before he tilted his head and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

"Much better," he chuckled deeply.

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How they would act when you fall asleep on their shoulder Pt. 6

Part 5 (Leona, Kalim & Ace)

Summary: You had a long morning, and you didn't even get enough sleep so now you are very tired, But sitting with them in the courtyard during lunch break, while they talk you find yourself falling asleep, your head on their shoulder.

Ft. Ortho, Deuce & Jade x GN!Reader [Seperate]

A/n: dear me i had a crisis whether i should add ortho or not, but look at me, i did it anyways! you can think of his part as romance (if you're even allowed to do that) Or platonic because its either :▶

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Ortho

His only best efforts he can do is stay still and try not to shift positions alot. He has to ask multiple times if you are really feeling okay and not uncomfy, But since you told him you seriously won't feel anything, He decided to stay still. Probably hums you a lullaby.

As you fall asleep, He looks at you, Even scans you, Double check if you're asleep before going on using the internet just at his fingertips. Who knows, He might be texting everyone about you, positively. Afterall, He's a happi boy :]

You nod at every story he tells you all about his life. How does he know these childhood things as a robot? You will never know.. But you gotta admit, the stories are interesting. You took off your jacket, folding it into a pillow. You place the folded jacket on Ortho's shoulder. You lay the side of your head onto it, Your arms taking Ortho's arm in an embrace. Your actions made Ortho stop speaking, blankly staring at you for a few seconds. "Eh? What's wrong?" He asks. "..Keep talking, Orthy.. I'm just getting comfortable." You mutter under your breath. Ortho doesn't look pleased with your answer, Because he can tell you were lying. "You don't need to tell me." He chuckles kindly with a hint of mischief in it. Your eyes were closed but your ears were focused on him, when You suddenly hear a scanning noise which causes you to sit back up and look at him scanning you. "Hmm, You are... Tired? And stress??" He asks himself.

You grumble incoherent curses at him, Who lightly pulls your head back on his shoulder. "Well You could've just said so!" He says with pure enthusiasm. "Orthy, No.. I wanna keep listening.." You mumble sadly. Without being affected by your sulkings, Ortho shakes his head. "Nope, You listen to it later but I say you sleep!" You sigh, Yawning after that. "Fine!" You agree. Ortho helps you fall asleep easier by humming you a lullaby his brother once did to his human self. Just when you are sleeping, Ortho checks on you, Scanning you, double the better. "Asleep.." He whispers to himself, "Good- You need it badly." He sighs in relief. Thank sevens you're already sleeping, you must be so tired.. He sways his fingers in air, A magical program appearing infront of him as he uses it to wait for you to wake up.

Deuce

We all know he's trying his best to change, he was a delinquent so who's there to say that he knows what he's doing? No way he used to let people rest on him when he was a delinquent. That's just impossible mate.

He doesn't how to do this, so he just sticks with the basics. Though the more you sleep on him the more he gets used to it and start to like it. He would think it isn't really that bad anymore and get used to it. Still not knowing his next moves, but it's not like you mind, you're literally dead asleep on him.

You and Deuce are studying for the next lesson, You don't know this.. Damnit, Another all nighter. As the shade of the tree hides you both from the sun, you yawn softly. Deuce looks at you. "Sleepy?" He asks. You sigh tiredly, leaning your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. "Hey, What are you-" He couldn't even finish what he said, because you're already asleep. He closes the book and place it beside him, thinking of what to do. He never even experienced these kinds of things, how should he do this..

Deciding to be brave, Deuce pats your head softly, only to feel his heart soften when you rub your head against his shoulder like a cat striving for attention. "Aw.." He says in a low voice. "On second thought, This actually feels good." He adds, Rubbing your head with his hand. You tug on the ends of his blazer, snoring quietly. He spots your pen, hanging on your ear. He gently takes it, putting it on the ground. Deuce still isn't aware of what he should do next, but the best he can do is just rest aswell. He closes his eyes. "Hah.. Let's just do the assignment together later.. Let's just.. Rest.." He mumbles.

Jade

Jade is that type to know your current conditions, But won't ask if you need help, instead, You'll be the one asking instead. He expects you to already ask him to be a pillow. He sees you at the hallway, almost tripping and falling, he already knows. He's just waiting for you to ask for help from him.

So the moment you ask if you can lean on his shoulder to take a short nap he'll probably let you lay on his lap. Like It might be more comfy on my lap and he was meant to do that purposely. To make you sleep on his lap, if anything he might just hypnotize you to do so.

You watch Jade read a book. You thought about telling him. He won't mind.. Right? You lean your forehead against his shoulder, his attention switches to you. "What seems to be the matter?" He asks, You can hear the excitement in his voice, probably just you. "Mm.. Let me rest on you for a while.. Please." You plead him, He expected you to ask him but he didn't expect the plead. Jade chuckles lowly. "You can, but why don't you rest on my lap? It must be uncomfortable sleeping like this."

"But you're reading something.." You slowly get back up. Jade lifts his book up to read closely. "There, You may rest on my lap now." You exhale lightly. "Fine.." You mumble, resting your head on his lap, He's smiling at you, but in the inside he's having a victory dance. You start to relax as you close your eyed and sleep. Jade runs his fingers through your hair, "Sleep well." He whispers to you.

Author's End note: Still happy I got vil :▶

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#twisted wonderland #disney twst #gn reader #ortho shroud #deuce spade #twst deuce #twst ortho #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade x yuu #jade leech #twst jade #jade leech x reader #jade leech x yuu #twisted wonderland x yuu

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Taming the Bull - Snippet

A/N: so this is a snippet of my college AU of Miguel x Reader, Reader x Gabriel, the love triangle thingy. I just thought this was so funny teeheehee!

You get into the car, heart throbbing painfully in your chest. You lay your head against the steering wheel, fighting the urge to breakdown. This is all too much. You long to be with Miguel, but by being with him, you hurt Gabriel.

Besides, Miguel has been with nearly every woman on campus. What if wanted another notch in his belt? All his sweet, tooth rotting words...what if they're a ploy to get you into bed?

You sniffle, straightening up and pulling out of the parking lot. A little drive around the city wouldn't hurt. Maybe go visit the beach. You're driving through the parking lot when a large body throws themselves onto the hood of your car with a loud thunk. You scream, slamming on the break.

"Miguel?" you say in shock, rolling down the window. "What the hell are you doing!"

Miguel places his large hands on the windshield, brown eyes staring into your face with burning determination.

"I'm not giving up on you! I meant what I said! I want to be with you! It's always been you!" Miguel yells. He speaks the absolute truth. "I know I've been an ass, and I'm trying to change. You are who I want!"

"Miguel, get off of my car, or I'm driving off with you on it," you snarl, slamming your horn.

He hardly flinches at the blaring horn. "No! You need to know how much I want to be with you."

You glare at him and press on the gas pedal, tearing through the parking lot. Miguel holds on for dear life, but he doesn't break his gaze. "Please, you have to believe me!"

"I'm not listening to you!"

You pull onto the street and drive down the busy streets.

"You're the one I want to be with. You're the one I want. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Because you've slept with nearly every woman here! Besides, aren't you the same one who told Gabriel that you just wanted to sleep with me?"

Miguel grinds his teeth. Damn him brother. "I did say that, but that's before we reconnected. Your the kindest person I've ever met. You stop to allow ducks to cross the street. You help tutor others. You take the time to talk to random strangers if they look just a little sad!"

You continue to drive, heading to the beach. People give you strange looks with Miguel on the hood of your car, but right now, you can give two shits.

"You think I don't pay attention to the little things you do, but I catch on! You hug any pillow to hide your beautiful body. You cover your mouth when you laugh. When you get passionate about something, your eyes light up and you don't care how loud or excited you get, and god fucking damnit, that's fucking cute!"

"You don't mean that! Just shut up!"

"I do! I mean it!" Miguel's face is smushed into the glass, his body swinging back and forth against the hood, but he holds on tightly. "You're the one I want to be with!"

"No I'm not!"

You head down the winding road to the beach, driving through the sand towards the water. "I swear I will drive into the fucking ocean! Leave me alone!"

"No! Because you need to know how much I care about you!"

"Man, fuck you!"

You drive straight into the water, and both you and Miguel have to trudge out of waters and back to shore.

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #across the spider verse #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x chubby!reader #miguel ohara x chubby!reader #college au #chubby!reader #gabriel o'hara #gabriel ohara #gabriel o'hara x reader #gabriel ohara x reader #gabriel o'hara x chubby!reader #gabriel ohara x chubby!reader

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Shang Tsung x Reader: Ballroom

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two Shokan guards narrowed their eyes down at you as you had approached the palace, wearing a lovely looking dress that you nearly spent a fortune on.

"Evening. I'm Y/n... representative of, uhh, Earthrealm. I was invited here to the ball. I don't know by whom, however." You forced yourself to bow at the scary looking guards.

They glanced at each other before silently opening the giant doors, letting you pass.

'That easy, huh?' You thought, entering the palace. "Thanks, you two."

The beautiful lights of the chandeliers gave you a flamboyant greeting, and all you could hear were talking amongst the many guests present as well as glass clinking from where some were seated with each other.

You could see the guests vary from different realms. You noticed a few fellow Earthrealmers, which you waved at them before carrying on with yourself.

Walking around the somewhat crowded floor, only to appease your exploration side, a kind servant tried offering you a glass of champagne, which you politely rejected.

'Wouldn't be so smart to drink when I came alone in a whole other realm.' You tell yourself, smiling and waving off the servant.

"My, Y/n. That dress looks gorgeous on you."

That voice...

Your eye instinctively twitched, and you turned around to see the infamous man. Standing with his iconic smug grin, his top part of his hair tied in a bun while the rest is free. His eyes didn't stay in contact with yours before he continued checking you out.

"Shang Tsung." You scoffed.  "Didn't know they were allowing reptiles here in such an event like this." You said, not noticing the Saurian walking past, giving you a side eye.

"Pleased to see you here as well." He bows to you, clearly not taking your remark seriously.

"Why are you here? Were you the one behind that mysterious invite? What are your intentions?! Because I swear if it involves Earthre-"

"Lady Y/n, I am a special guest here as are you. How about we disregard your concerns and just enjoy the ball?" The sorcerer cooed.

It wouldn't be such a great thing to cause drama here, although it's against the loathsome sorcerer, but you knew you shouldn't ruin a fancy party like this. You were thinking on it, but then:

He bowed again, this time offering his hand. "Shall we?"

You hesitate with the rather sudden request. 'I should say no to this twit.'

"Fine." You rolled your eyes and took his hand.

'Damnit!'

You let him interwine his fingers with yours, but you felt yourself tense up as you felt his other hand go a little behind your back.

He seemed to notice this but only chuckled.

Keeping your spite down inside, you placed your free hand on his shoulder, atlas, letting him guide you during the dance.

While you two danced, you didn't dare make eye contact, only just looking at the ground, watching the steps. You weren't even sure if you were doing it completely right.

"I can tell you're anxious... it's endearing." Shang Tsung hummed.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you responded, "Quiet. I shouldn't even be meddling with you."

"Oh, but you are, my dear. You're making this night quite finer." He kept charming you.

"Watch it. Don't take this as we're friends. I still feel like you're still up to no good here."

"Well, you know what they say: Keep your friends close, your enemies closer." The snake chuckled. An old, but realistic phrase for this situation.

"Right. And when you do decide to continue your schemes, I will take you down." You deep heartedly threatened the powerful sorcerer before being twirled rhythmically.

"Oh? But what if my plans are coming together as we speak?" Shang Tsung asked, dipping you and holding you there, waiting to hear your response.

Goosebumps stood on your skin from his question. He could be crudely joking, but... it's Shang Tsung damnit.

"Kombat is your better skill than comedy. Keep it that way." You hissed.

Shang Tsung giggled before pulling you back up from the dip. "Whatever you say, my lady." He moved a strand of h/c out your face in such a loving manner.

But you knew he was only trying to charm you. Your mind was screaming that to you.

You only took a calm breath before slow dancing the night away with your unexpected partner. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mk imagine #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat x reader #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #shang tsung x you #goddesswritings

[thatfreshi]

Ok so... Idea for Astorian? What if the reader was some form of Flamenco dancer? Or something of the sorts, who acts like a bard, but instead of using an instrument they dance to perform magic. Not forced at all ofcorse!! I love the way you write him, it feels like you've nailed his character!

Uhm... if you guys want a part two... yeah. Let me know LMAO

TW - general horniness, reader is threatened at dagger-point

Recommended Song: Shirt - SZA

"Yeah, I just dance and then... magic."

The way Astarion first narrowed his eyes at you when you expressed that you couldn't really do anything else, he thought it was laughable.

"So you don't really fight, you just have fun while everyone else is actually doing things?"

"No, I have to actually be good at it! That's like saying you just open doors."

"Well that would be extremely rude because these hands do much more than open doors my dear."

You rolled your eyes, and he smirked. Now, this was before the two of you even slept together, let alone become an item. Over time Astarion has come to understand just how important of an asset you are to the group, but more specifically how he can't keep his eyes off of you on the battlefield. Whenever you can, the two of you find some time alone in the city to find you the most gorgeous flowy outfits, partially because they're easier to move in, but he also loves spoiling you, especially if he benefits from the view. He likes stitching little messages into the loose pieces of fabric, anything in between love notes and threats to people who have even thought about hurting you. The most recent one reads 'If the person wearing this is dead, you're next.'

Somehow, you and your rag-tag group have ended up being tasked with a group of bandits outside of Baldur's Gate. Does it have anything to do with the tadpoles or anything else important? No, of course not, but you have a hard time not helping people in need.

When you come across the group of bandits, it's apparent that they're not going to be a problem. While you're staking out their camp, Astarion comes behind you, whispering in your ear.

"If we make quick work of this, I'm sure we could find somewhere afterwards, for the two of us."

It sends a shiver up your spine, but you laugh it off, turning to look at him.

"You think you're funny, huh? Come on, we have work to do."

"Oh trust me, I know."

Maybe you should find a new way to cast magic, because it cannot be good for him to be horny mid-fight. Then again, it never seems to be a problem, so maybe it doesn't matter? Astarion certainly is an odd specimen, but you love him anyways.

"I am begging the two of you to stop flirting on the battlefield, please."

Gale pleads, wishing the two of you could keep it in your pants for once.

"Listen, once you find someone who completes your heart like Tav completes mine, you will understand. Until then, I'd stop complaining."

You nudge him and then whisper.

"Aster, you are talking to the guy who had sex with Mystra, and then became a literal bomb to try and win her approval."

"Damnit, I always forget about that! Fine, whatever. If Mystra were here, you would be just as lustful as I am, no matter the circumstances."

Gale grumbles to himself and walks off to the others, as Karlach prepares to make the first strike. She makes the signal, and you all take your positions. Astarion always insists on staying close to you, taking you with him on the flank if he has to. No one tries to argue, because he doesn't trust anyone else to keep you safe.

"Damnit, ambush!"

One of the bandits calls out, a tiefling. Gale casts grease, making their camp light up in flames from the campfire. Karlach strikes one of the bandits from behind, knocking them into the fire, effectively killing them. You don't realize though that one of the bandits had taken a trip to the forest to relieve himself, and he comes up behind you. Suddenly, you're swallowing fear with a dagger to your throat.

"Cease fire! Or the pretty one gets it."

As soon as the others look over in concern, the man's throat has been pierced, some of the blood splattering onto your face. Astarion drinks until your attacker hits the ground, the dagger falling out of a bloodless hand. You catch sight of Shadowheart, who is in close-quarters combat with a drow, and you turn to your lover.

"Come here!"

He doesn't ask questions, and he grabs your hands, spinning you out towards the fight as you send a fire bolt the drow's way. She falls quickly. Soon enough, Lae'zel finishes off the last of them, and Shadowheart casts water across the flames, making sure nothing else is burnt down. You try to catch your breath with the rest of the group, and you realize Wyll is injured, a gash across his shoulder. Normally Halsin or Shadowheart would deal with such a wound, but it's been a long day, and you're the only one with any healing magic left in you. With a few moves of your hips, you send out a healing ward, patching him up rather quickly.

"Thank you Tav."

Astarion comes to your side immediately after, almost as if he's jealous, wrapping an arm around your waist. As the others start going through the bandits' treasure, your lover wipes the blood off of your face.

"Surprised you didn't lick it off."

"I'm sure his blood was rancid, I much prefer yours."

If someone told you a year ago that someone saying they want to drink your blood was a turn-on, you would've laughed them all the way to Waterdeep. Now, you struggle to stand properly, holding your thighs together. He keeps his hand on your face, grip a little tenser than before.

"You need to be more careful when we're out there. I know these people were practically dead already, but some people won't try to trade you off like a token."

Normally you'd roll your eyes, tell him you obviously know that, but you just nod, and his thumb creeps over to your bottom lip.

"Astarion, we can't get this thing open!"

You're interrupted by a shout from Karlach, and Astarion kisses your cheek.

"I'll finish this later I suppose. Come my love, time to loot these insolent fools."

It's as if he set up the scenario perfectly, like he wanted the two of you to be interrupted. Hopefully he keeps his word.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #fluff

[theonethatslowlyfade]

Tav headbutting her way to Astarion's heart

Have your daily source of amusement with me :3

"Well, I don't think I'll be having any flings here on the road, but I suppose when we finally get to Baldur's Gate..." Astarion trails off, before returning to the previous topic of conversation. "Do you like anyone, in the party? A friend I should watch out for, maybe?"

"Gods..." He's an idiot you think, your hand on your forehead covering your disappointed eyes. A friend he can watch out for. Really? You're naked in a river in front of him without a flinch and he's asking in who you're interested? "Sure. Someone with red eyes, pale skin, a little dramatic and flamboyant at times - maybe you know who it is? You've seen him around, somewhere?" you mock him openly. But after a moment you almost feel like you can see the idea going in one ear and out the other. He just doesn't seem to get it. "Ah, right. You mean Gale? Yeah, I know him - I mean, I know who you're talking about, anyway. You two seem close." He looks away again, and you wonder if he realizes that you're practically dropping hints all over his lap. He's really an idiot. you think again, harder, not even knowing if laugh or cry or leaving the water to headbutt him directly. Maybe the latter. "Gale is human with brown hair and eyes... maybe you should wear a pair of lens, dear. Try again."

"Right... right... you said red eyes, pale skin, dramatic and flamboyant... that's Lae'Zel." ...He still doesn't get it, and it's almost amusing to watch him try to figure this out - just how dense can he be?

Now he just want to be beaten badly. A hint of desperation shows in your eyes. You head near him, exiting the river, and without concern for your body being covered by nothing you close distance with him, grab his chemise on the chest, and headbutt him for real. Not in an hurting manner. "The dots! You have to connect the dots! It's you, idiot!"

Astarion blinks as you pull back. "Me? You're interested in me?" The words just come out of his mouth. It took all that, a whole headbutt after he'd made himself look like a fool for a good few minutes before he put two and together, and he's still not even sure he's reading you right. "I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to that... but aren't you interested in Gale? It definitely seems like the two of you are close..."

"Oh Gods." Your eyes are twiching slightly, you can't believe what you're hearing. You give him another hell of a bonk, always an headbutt, always without hurting for real - but he deserved it *so much*.

"Talk again about Gale and I'll headbutt you again, and I swear my forehead is quite solid."

He rubs the spot you headbutted, and his eyes narrow at you. "Fine, fine, I get it! You're flirting with me. And here I was, thinking you were flirting with Gale this whole time! But... what exactly makes you interested in me..? Am I just a consolation prize because Gale isn't available?"

"Ah, no no no, you said Gale again! Two times." You bonk him again, but this time less harder. "Im interested in whatever Im interested. Why do you care? Consolation prize, Tsk." You're the one blushing till the tip of your ears.

He gives you a look as he rubs his forehead again, though he at least lets out the first bit of genuine laughter he's had in weeks. "Ouch! Damnit, that was the first time I didn't mess up a name..." He sighs, then pauses, taking a moment before he continues. He looks down, and when he looks back at you there's a hint of softness to his expression - even something almost reminiscent of vulnerability. "I've spent my entire life wondering if I'm nothing but a cheap and easy substitute... I guess it's just an habit of mine..."

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #fanfic

[inastarlesssky]

Dear writers,

As a writer myself, I just want to say that you shouldn't forget that you write because you want to. I mean everyone's got their reasons, but we fic writers aren't really paid for what we do, so it's really just because we want to write. So write because you want to, and don't ever forget that, despite what you might think, there are people who enjoy what you do and look forward to every update.

Don't hang your value as a writer on other's approval. It's nice to get that recognition and see how many comments people leave, but where's the fun in it if you're writing just because you want people to see it? Like that's okay, that's valid, but I personally like to write because it's a fun way to express a silly idea I've had bouncing around in my head about characters I love. I just believe this because too often, I've gotten ridiculously discouraged over a piece of writing bc it wasn't right, or I thought people wouldn't like it or 500 other reasons.

My point is, if you want to write, then write, damnit! Even if it's just to get that idea living rent-free in your head out on a document, go for it. Write because you love it, and you enjoy what you do. Don't be discouraged, because really, there's no standards holding you to produce something perfect (except the standards you give yourself, I guess, which are good and helpful, and it's healthy to have standards. . .but don't let them restrict you, I say).

That's all. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#my ramblings #writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #my love letter to writers #and especially fanfiction authors #i say this because I have gotten into such discouragement when if i'd just gone for it and gone with how i felt about the story #It might not have been so hard to begin with #Thank you for listening to me on my soapbox

[books-and-catears]

Goodbye Dearest MC

Brothers reacting to MC getting killed trying to save them (Part 4: Satan)

<- Leviathan

You wanted to live. You wanted to live and grow older with me didn't you?! Then why...WHY did you throw yourself to death for me!?

Your eyes met right before disaster struck. He literally watched you make a split-second decision and dive forward, jumping on top of him.

To his horror, your calculations were correct. The airborne weapons were definitely set to fall upon Satan. If you hadn't intervened.

"MC NO!" He cried out trying to shield your back with his arms, but you were holding him down, his arms pinned to the side. You knew in the last second, he'd try to save you.

"You would have...lost your arms...silly..." You said between heavy breathing. With your strength diminishing, he freed himself from under you, cradling your injured body.

"SO WHAT IF I LOST MY ARMS?! DAMNIT MC!" Satan made you lean on his chest, as he tried to observe the damage on your back. He hated what he saw. His head swam with rage and misery.

"Without your arms...you can't flip pages..." You argued. "And worst of all ...you can't pet cats. Your arms are important." He almost laughed. In a desperate time like this, he almost laughed.

Who else except you could do this to him? What a joyless world it would be without you. He was muttering every heal he had stored away in his memory for any situation like this. And yet they were hardest to remember now.

"Remember we used to...read books about stories like this...and we used to talk about...what we'd do..." You were almost in a trance. Satan let you keep talking, he knew you were doing it to distract from the burning pain you were in.

"Now that it's happening...I feel like we didn't talk.. about it nearly...nearly enough..." You stared up at his big blue eyes, swimming in unshed tears. "You can cry...I know you want to."

His tears fell as if on cue. Violent sobs rose from his chest as he hugged you tight and cried into your shoulder. He didn't even need to tell you, did he?

"You knew, didn't you...You knew no amount of healing would save you...You did this on FUCKING PURPOSE ..." Satan said, desperately trying to get his emotions under control. But this feeling was new. He never learnt how to handle it - how to make it go away.

"In that one second, I saw your eyes change. They were panicked until they weren't anymore. I didn't understand what it meant until you... It took you one mere second to make peace with your death!" All the knowledge in the world, yet what was the point if it couldn't save you?

You smiled. Acknowledging that everything he said was right. "The weapons were... cursed with ...special runes. A lot of them ....don't have counterparts.... for undoing."

Satan felt his heart dying, slowing down to match the pace of yours. "I won't forgive you for this. Do you have no idea how much you mean to me? Did you forget how much I need you?"

"You've always loved... solitude more...silly. It won't be...too bad." You leaned deeper into him, as if memorizing the texture of his sweater and how his muscles feel through it. "I'm glad..my last moments are... alone with you.."

Satan stayed silent, feeling desolate and defeated. He listened to you intently. Your precious last few words. "Perhaps after this... you'll understand Lucifer... a little better too."

"I wish you happiness Satan...I wish you all the happiness ...you gave me..." You grew dizzier, the air escaping your lungs. "I hope.. I see you again..."

He struggled to keep composure. His throat full of lumps and tears. "Safe journey, dear MC..." He let out a sharp cry of agony as your head fell limp and your eyes closed forever.

His eyes went wide. It was true. Satan had felt Lucifer's grief, but without a connection and without reason.

Now even Satan had a reason. Now Satan had his very own Lilith story. Now Satan knew exactly why Lucifer sacrified his autonomy to Diavolo. And Satan now started walking, carrying you, towards the castle to do the same.

#obey me #obey me angst #obey me satan #obey me satan angst #god this one was especially hard to write... #i love him too much ahhh

[kpop-yes]

Diving for your love, Part 1: opportunity

It was 6:07 when I woke up, Guess I forgot to put my alarm.

I slept 30 minutes past my alarm, Damnit.

I took a shower, changed, ate breakfast, and left to practice.

Even tho I've failed to debut for the past few years I still practice and participate in Kpop survival shows for a big of hope that I'll debut, even tho every time I get screwed over I still have that glimpse of hope.

It was a normal day, I practiced, Went home, Watched tv, Then I was about to go to sleep when I got a text.

I took out my phone to see that I got text from a Starship entertainment worker,

Dear y/n,

Here at Starship entertainment would love to have you here. We are aware of your visual and talents and are willing to get you a spot to debut in a group that is about to debut. If you are interested in debuting for starship entertainment, call this number immediately and we will get someone to pick up you and your valuables. We have a dorm prepared if you do accept, and maybe, see you soon.

What.The.Fuck.

This was it, This was the opportunity, the chance, the dream that I'd thought would never happen all depends on the tips of my fingers.

Fingers shaking crazily, I pressed the call button.

...: Hello, is this Y/n L/n?

Y/n: Y-Yes

...:Good, wait a minute or so, I need to get someone.

Y/n: O-Okay.

Nothing was heard through the phone, just pure silence.

It must've been the longest minute because it felt like an hour.

I was phased out when I heard a voice through the phone.

...:Hello, Y/n right?

Y/n:Y-Yes, um and if I may ask who are you?

...:ha ha, no need to be so formal, I'm your soon to be manager.

Y/n: O-Oh okay.

Manager: Anyways, People will arrive tomorrow to move your stuff to the dorm.

Then a taxi will pick you up at 8:00 a.m, there you'll sign a contract and meet your members who'll also be living in a dorm next you.

Y/n: Why do I get my own dorm.

Manager: Well this might of been a last minute decision and we haven't really informed the other members about you.

Y/n: Oh

Manager: But don't worry, i'm dure they will welcome you!

Y/n O-Okay?

Manager:That's the spirit! Anyways you should get sleep, we'll talk more tomorrow!

He hung up and I was left in shock.

In a matter of five minutes, my dream became a reality. All I wondered was who the members are?

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[aliypop]

Return To Sender

Word Count: 2,155

Writers Note: Meet Cece's new soon-to-be friend Natalya Dyer who's totally not based off of my great friend @sissylittlefeather the Jerry in my life ....

Warning: Sexual content and Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1968 and Natalya Dyer a divorcee and single mother is tasked to interview Elvis and Cecelia Presley at their humble mansion Graceland about their spicy relationship only to learn more about them as people.

Chapter 2

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Memphis August 1968

" I think that's all of it, ma’am." One of the movers said, placing the last box in her home, the biting smell of her cigarette flooding the room as she took a deep breath. Her long dark brown hair was unraveling from its beehive. She sat down. Her son Jericho would be home any minute to tell her about his first day at school. Of course, she knew that if it was one thing a mother needed was mai tai, some music, and a nice relaxing day,

BRRRING!

BRRRRING!

BRRRRRRING! 

"Damnit. Who's calling me now..." She groaned, walking towards her teal rotary phone, "Natalya Dyer speaking,

" Who's this?" Holding her cigarette in the other hand as she waited for the voice to speak, 

"Nat, how's everything in Memphis." It was her boss, Mrs. Moon, of the juicy gossip magazine Moon and Sun. "It's not California." Natalya smiled, her radio playing softly in the background as she took a deep drag of her cigarette. It wasn't that she didn't like her job. She knew she was destined for great things, like being an author or owning a company. But Natalya might have started considering a new job based on her thoughts about being destined for her boss's words to her, 

"Well, that's great hun. Listen, we want the juicy gossip between Hollywood's greatest couple."

"Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski?" 

"No, Elvis and Cecelia Presley." Natalya knew that the magazine was known as a crummy rumor and sex magazine amongst the stars, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. Was there anything to report? "Alright, Mrs. Moon, any leads?"

"Nope, I'm just your messenger today. You've got to do the rest of the work." Although she had been considering a new job, the twinge of curiosity seemed to have won her over, and it looked like she'd be doing the rest of the work to get the scoop on the couple. 

"Mama!! Mama!!!" 

"Well, Tata dear." Mrs. Moon hung up, and as she did, Natalya put all her attention on her blonde-haired blue-eyed son. "Hey, Jer-Bear, how was school!" Natalya asked as he hugged his mother,

 "It was good. I made lots of friends, and I think two of them are related to the Presleys." 

"That's good," Natalya smiled as she then zoned back into what he just said, 

"Why's that honey?"

"Well... One's got blue eyes and dark hair." 

"Every white boy who's got dark hair and blue eyes isn't a-"

"And his last name is Presley, and his sister asked if we could come over tonight for dinner!" Would it be this simple for her to get this job done? She wondered to herself, 

"Did they give you a number?" She asked. Natalya had hoped these kids weren't playing a cruel joke on her son, but then again one could never know for sure. 

"They did!" Jericho smiled, handing her a piece of a cupcake wrapper with writing on it. Although, it was weird, as a journalist. She's handled much worse. Natalya dialed the number as she waited. This couldn't be real, she was calling the house of the world's favorite stars, it had to be a- 

"Hello, Elvis Presley speaking?"

"Prank..." She mumbled. "I-I mean, uh, Hi!, I'm Natalya Dyer, and my son, I believe, befriended your children?" She said, trying to remain calm. She was talking to Elvis! A man whose movies she's watched religiously! A man, who she's had posters of!

"Mhmm, One moment." Elvis looked at his son Jesse as he looked up at his dad, "Did you invite a friend over?" He asked as Jesse nodded,

 "Was I not supposed to..."

"Buddy, you gotta ask me and your mama first." He ruffled up his dark hair, 

"Oh..." 

"Can he still come over?" Elaine began to bat her eyes as Elvis smiled, bending to his daughter's will, "Oh alright," He winked, "Uh, Mrs. Dyer, ya still there?" 

"Mhmm..." She nodded trying not to scream,

"Could you come by say 4:30? My wife should be home then," Sometimes it did indeed pay to have a kid, Natalya thought, "Of course, we'll leave now." Natalya hung up as Jericho came back down, 

"Can we go!"

"Mhmm!" Bringing her notepad and a pen, she got her keys and her son and took off. Driving down from her house on Audubon to Graceland was beautiful. There were trees and long stretches of land, a beautiful rustic feel that was different from California and different from her messy life. As she was driving down towards the house, she saw a 68 pink Mustang cruise beside her, as she looked over to see who it was. Her eyes caught a glimpse of who she thought was. "Cecelia Presley?" She mumbled but then shrugged. Maybe it wasn't her, and she was getting herself a little too excited. 

"Mama, look!" Jericho pointed towards the gates as he grinned, 

"Holy shit..." Natalya gasped driving toward the driveway, "Excuse me Ms. may I help you." There was a man at the gate with brown shaggy hair and a warm smile,

 "Natalya Dyer," She smiled as Jericho waved at the man, "Come in, E and C are expecting you." Driving up the driveway. She saw a woman with jeans on and her shirt tied standing next to her pink Mustang,

 "El!" Cecelia smiled, "Oh! Hi!" She turned to face,

"Uh... Natalya Dyer." She stuck her hand out as Cecelia stole a glance at her. She was beautiful and built like Sophia Loren, 

"Nice to meet you, and who's this little cutie!"

"JERICHO!!!" Jesse ran out of the house, Jericho hugged his friend as Natalya laughed,

 "My son,"

"Well come on in, can I get you anything to drink?" Cecelia asked as Natalya nodded,

 "Got anything to make a Mai Tai?"

"Rough day?"

"Just moved in today..." Natalya shook her head, She watched as Cecelia made her drink and smiled, 

"Where from?"

"California, though I'm from Tulsa Oklahoma." She mentioned as Cecelia snickered, Natalya didn't find it funny until she remembered whose house she was in. 

"Is there a Mr. Dyer?"

"No...No... I'm going through a messy divorce. It's just my son and I living in Audubon." Natalya shrugged, 

"Say, uh, I don't wanna make things weird, but," 

"You wanna interview Elvis and me?"

"How'd you know?"

"The pen and pad in your pocket." 

"Touche..." She laughed as Cecelia smirked,

 "Mama, can I have a fancy drink too!" Natalya heard a small voice say as she looked down and saw a little girl who looked like Cecelia. "Of course, sweetheart." She made her a mocktail and sent her on her way,

 "That's our daughter Elaine."

"She's beautiful,"

"She's a minute younger than her brother,"

"Cece is that you?"

"In the kitchen!" She shouted back, 

"Is that..."

"Mhmm, in the TV room, " The two walked down as Cecelia led her down the stairs, Elvis had been watching Football, the news, and a game show. He hadn't been wearing anything too spectacular except for his wedding band, but for once he looked like a normal guy,

 "Whatcha watching..." Cecelia asked, her arms around his shoulder as he kissed her hand, "My damn teams losin again." He huffed as she shook her head, 

"What about you how was your day?"

"Stressful, but enough about that..." He kissed her nose as she blushed, "We have a guest, Ms. Dyer,"

"We spoke on the phone," He got up and introduced himself to her, "Lovely home!" She squeaked, 

"She just moved to Audubon Drive today?"

"I used to live there, it's a nice suburb if you don't hang your laundry on a clothesline," He grumbled, 

"Explain's the price for it." she mumbled, "Well don't be a stranger Nat come sit, turn the TV onto whatever you watch!" Elvis smiled and she felt warm inside, like he was a familiar friend, 

"May I interview you two for Moon and Sun Magazine?" Natalya asked as Elvis shrugged,

 "Don't see why not," He responded as Cecelia sat next to him.

"Alright, I warn you... These questions are a bit uh... raunchy cause Moon and Sun, like that kind of thing," 

"Shoot." Elvis winked,

"Alright, uh... What's your favorite time of day t-to," Natalya couldn't believe she was going to ask her two favorite artists this question, but here she was, 

"To what?" Elvis asked, his eyebrow quirking up, he couldn't lie and say he didn't read Moon and Sun magazine, it was one of the many things that kept the spice in his life going. 

"To have sex...", She got quiet as Elvis and Cecelia paused, the couple thinking for a while as Natalya gulped, 

"I-I don't know, Cil and I are like rabbits sometimes ya know." Elvis laughed as Cecelia blushed, "I'd say early mornin, it's something about hearing the birds chirp that makes it romantic." She grinned as Natalya wrote their answers down, 

"I agree." Elvis winked,

 "And why's that?"

"Well, it's when it's just us and the early morning glow on her skin. It makes her look like a goddess." Elvis mentioned as he shrugged, Natalya nodded, she could remember when her husband was romantic like that, "Get as dirty as you want hun," Cecelia poured a glass of Fanta Orange, 

"You sure?"

"You want people to buy this don't'cha," Elvis smirked as Natalya nodded,

"So what was it like the first time you two fucked," Natalya asked as Elvis lit up a cigarillo, "Mind lighting my cig?" She asked as Elvis leaned to light it. 

 "It was bad," Cecelia giggled,

"You said it was good." He playfully glared at her as Natalya watched them, "Well, it was good then, I mean we were 20 and it was on a tour bus, which is hot, but."

"Not romantic," Natalya added as they both nodded, "We were so awkward, Couldn't look him in the eye." Cecelia laughed, 

"I see, I see, so speaking of that how big is it..." Natalya asked as Cecelia smirked, "Now we're talkin," Elvis went red as he coughed, "I'll be outside by the door..." He smiled,

"So... Is the king packing a scepter..." 

"Mhmm... Think a Cola bottle and a quarter," Cecelia smirked, Natayla gasped, 

"And you take all of it..." 

"Mhmm."

"So... did you like suck it the first time or,"

"Second time, and..."

"It was the best damn head I ever had." He walked back in,

 "Glad to see you're back. Cause, I got a question for you." 

"Alright."

"Did you go muff diving?" She smirked, "I mean it is all the rage now," 

"Course I did," He smirked, "Always do, she got me used to it, "

"I did?" Cecelia blushed, as he winked, Natayla liked the conversation she was stirring, but she wanted to know more, something that wasn't so sexual,

 "Say, tell me about that Christmas Special coming up?" 

"Well, I should let Cece tell you that, I'm just the singer, for singer, but Cece directed it." He gave her praise as he kissed her, "Correction second unit director, Binder directed it, and if I must add, without my help, it would have been shit..." 

"Tell me more," Natalya realized she was interviewing the wrong person really, "I mean as a woman, and of color that had to be tough," She sighed, 

"Well Binders team and my team had a vision, and that vision was Elvis, nothing less nothing more." Cecelia looked at her husband as he kissed her cheek, "Not to mention while taking care of the kids." Elvis chuckled, "But this woman here, is amazin, she won't talk about herself, but I will, My wife put that damn show so ahead on its train tracks all I had to worry about was what location and what outfit, she's a genius she's an icon and she's my hero." He looked into her eyes as Natalya's heart yearned for what they had, "I did nothing except organize and yell action," Cecelia joked, " I mean am I force not to fuck with yeah, but I'm a wife and a mother and-"

"And an amazin artist and songwriter and writer, and guitar player," He turned to Natalya, 

"Man, I wish I had my magazine... I'd cover stories like this you know." 

"Then come up with a business proposal and we'll make it happen." 

"I..." 

"She means it," Elvis winked, 

"You'd do that for me?" Natayla asked, "I mean you two barely know me and-"

"Nat, you're good people, I've never seen our sun that excited unless his grandpa's grillin'"Elvis chuckled, 

"Hey C where's the band-aid's" 

"I'll show you." Natalya looked up and she saw him, the guy from the gate, her brown eyes meeting soft gentle blue ones, 

"Actually, Elvis you wanna come with me..." 

"Hmm?" Cecelia nudged him, he then looked between the two, "Oh... Oh! " He took his wife by the hands as they left, 

"Jerry Schilling..."

"Natalya Dyer." 

Do you think I should make a part 2? LET ME KNOW?

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[damianabsinthe]

Psychic Sobriety Chapter Two

            18+

This is the latest chapter of my fic! It features sexually frustrated Leon, and you two drinking together. There's about 10k words in this fic so far, so I'm posting these when I go back to edit.

Tags for this chapter: drinking, cigarettes, angst, pining,

word count: 2,484

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Leon couldn’t sleep. He was too close to you, could smell you too clearly. You smelled like the earth, like musk, too much like yourself for his heart to stop beating erratically. He was fine until you decided to curl closer to him in your sleep, blissfully unaware of his predicament. He felt much younger, in the most uncomfortable way possible. 

            When he was younger, he didn't understand how the world could be so unfair. His naïveté cost him, but it died as much like his joy after racoon city. He couldn’t save everyone. The deaths weighed him down so surely that he knew they would never go away. But they are accompanied by goodness whenever you are near. You made him feel happy, made him forget his regrets. 

            One thing he could not forget was the current pressing need to touch. But you were so skittish- almost repulsed by his touch. This was not how he wanted you to spend the night in his bed. He wanted you satisfied and sleepy from making love to you- no. Give up on that thought.

            Leon was not the casual sex type in his youth. He got too attached too quickly.  But now he looked for you in the backs of other people. He wanted your body, your hair, your smell. No one else was you. So, he fucked strangers- in the dark, from behind, imagining they were you. And now here you are, in his bed, both in the dark and on your stomach. It gave him a good view of the slope of your ass. Damnit.

            You shifted slightly closer to him. Leon prayed to the god he gave up on. It wasn't the first time he had slept next to you, long nights passing a bottle between the two of you will do that. But tonight was different, your demeanor changed. You got sloppy well before him. You kissed him before he knew what was happening. Then you begged him to take you- to make you cry. It was a lot to take in. The dynamic had suddenly shifted without warning. He wanted to bring you flowers, take you to dinner, and officially ask you to be his. And you would either say yes or no, but at least he would know. 

One thing he knew- he would save this friendship. Even if you didn’t mean it. Because you must not have. You wanted to be loved. But he didn’t want anyone else to love you like he did- he didn’t want anyone else touching you. He wanted every part of you, to have and to hold- no. 

He quieted his mind and paid attention to your breathing- sturdier than your waking breaths, with a jagged undertone. You smelled different when asleep. Were you having a nightmare? Your breaths became ragged, sweat collected on your brow. He nervously put a hand on your arm, the part covered by his shirt. God, the way you looked in his shirt, the way your smells blended... No. You are in trouble. No time to admire you. He gently shakes your arm. You stir quickly, waking with a panicked breath. 

“Are you okay?” Leon asks.

“Fuck.” You say, in lieu of an answer.

“Not tonight, dear.” He smirks at you. You merely look at him. You look uncomfortable, put on the spot. Leon regretted waking you up until you asked your question. 

“Can- Can we hold hands again?” Your voice sounded so small. And despite his better judgment, he allowed your hand to press into his. He didn’t need sleep anyway. Your hand felt perfect in his. Like they were meant to go together.

“What was your dream about?” He asked.

“Nothing good. Thanks for waking me.” You responded. 

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Leon said, voice soft. 

“It wasn’t the type of dream I’d like to relive. You were dead.” Leon was no stranger to losing people in his dreams. The amount of times he had woken up with the urge to call you, hold you, make sure you were alive, likely outnumbered yours. But you’ve been through hell in your own right. 

”I’m here.” He said dumbly. “And I’m not going anywhere. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the service.”

”You’ll stay here?” You ask, eyes wide, “With me?” He nods. He desperately wants to stay close to you. You had been the air bubbles escaping his mouth to show which way is up, which way to swim in an ocean of sadness, how to drown while holding your breath.

”I’m here now, aren’t I?” He asks. “Here, listen to my heartbeat again.” But instead of putting your hand on his chest like he expected, you pulled your entire body over top of his, letting your ear listen to his heartbeat. Leon tried to monitor his heart rate and breathing. You lay over top of him like you belonged there- and you did. He ran a hand over your hair, feeling the softness of the strands, feeling the shape of your head. 

            Your breathing evened out after a few minutes. He wondered how you could be so peaceful with him, with his hands in your hair like this. Don’t you know what these hands have done? 

            Your head was on his chest, leg strewn across his hip, as you rested completely unaware of his predicament. 

            This predicament was the pressing need between his legs. He adjusted you slightly so your leg wouldn’t make contact with his hip- almost groaning as it backfired on him, and you rubbed a leg directly over his crotch. The friction was a horrible sweetness. You were full of them, your hair was soft, you smelled so good, and you laid over top of him like you trusted him. 

            He desperately tried to suppress the images flashing through his mind- you riding his dick as you moan above him, kissing you goodnight as you lay tangled and naked together, moaning in your ear as you raked your nails down his back. His pulse quickened as he thought about his cock going into your tight, wet hole, made just for him… Fuck. He breathed hard, then stilled, worried about waking you. You merely kept sleeping, oblivious and gorgeous. He imagined his hand going down to his waistband, slipping it in, stroking himself while you lay asleep on top of him. He felt disgusting at the thought of violating you like that. Think, Leon… You’re underneath your best friend, the horniest you’ve been in years, and they have no idea. You can’t touch yourself without waking them up, and you can’t move them because you’re a selfish asshole that wants to memorize the feeling of their skin on yours. He cursed. Telling himself what a creep he is wasn’t helping, if anything it’s making the problem worse. You flexed your hand over his chest, wanting to feel the rise and fall of his breathing, even while asleep. Your hand moved along his nipple, and he whimpered like a bitch.

He had to move you. 

Your hand stilled over his other nipple, breast, his brain supplied unhelpfully. How could you possibly lay closer to him? He should have made a pillow wall. Not that he had enough pillows to make one. But it seemed like the kind of thing you would have done if you hadn’t wanted his closeness last night… fuck. Was he taking advantage of you? Was there a chance you would wake up the next morning regretting the feel of his skin on yours? He cursed again, more determined to switch your position without waking you. You had finally gone back to sleep, quicker than usual for you, and he didn’t want to disturb that. Cautiously, he took your hand and moved it to the side. Then he slid your body closer to your side, and further from him. You were now on your side. His body missed you. He wanted physical closeness with you again.

He sat up, planting his feet firmly on the floor. He looked in the pockets of his sweatpants absentmindedly, before remembering he didn’t want you to take his flask out of it when you were already too drunk. So it was still in his jacket, in the living room. 

He slunk out of the room quietly, hoping you wouldn’t stir further. After closing the door, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked normally out to the living room. He spotted his leather jacket slung over the back of a chair, and rifled through the pockets, forgetting which he stuck the bottle in last night in his drunken haze. After locating it, he twisted the cap off and took a sip of whiskey. It felt buttery smooth in his mouth, a testament to how much he needed it. He was desperate for a drink after his rush of hormones and unpleasantness of having them. He was getting too old for crushes. He needed to fuck you and get it out of his system. But he couldn’t, because how could be content with one time? How could he be happy when you leave him with the taste of yourself on his lips and the cold shock of your absence?

His cock was still hard. No amount of whiskey could give him the limp dick he needed to communicate his feelings to you effectively. He could always show you, get his dick wet from your eager lips or desperate cunt… but talking should come first. Talking should always come before he does. He took another swig of whiskey. It burnt his throat as it filled his stomach with warmth. They say lonely people take hotter showers, to feel the warmth they lose from their solitude. He imagines drinking is the same, you replace the warmth of life with the burn of alcohol. 

Leon’s mouth felt dry, his cock still achingly hard, heartbeat erratic. He needed to touch himself. Would you hear him if you woke up? He knew he had to be quiet. He leaned back on the couch, where you had drunkenly kissed him several hours before. It still smelled a bit like you. He wrapped his hand around his cock beneath his underwear, sighing. He took himself out fully, letting the cold air kiss his cock. He was desperate for you. Your cunt must have been so wet to ask him to fuck you… and he wishes he could have taken care of it. He imagines grabbing your hips instead, saying absolutely, you can have me. All of me. Saying I will make you scream so hard you’ll forget everything but my name. 

He stroked himself harder, imagining a world with your cunt around his throbbing cock, wet and eager to be filled by him. He imagined you moaning his name, bouncing on his cock, taking what you wanted. He let out a stifled moan. He was always a loud one, letting his pleasure be known. But now was not the moment to be seen-or heard- by you. You were asleep just a few hundred feet away. Your mere presence in the building shouldn’t be enough to get him up, but it's happened multiple times before. 

He brought a hand up to his mouth, silencing any further moans from slipping through. His other hand was busy with his cock, mind going through pictures of your body- from behind, from above, watching you bend over, and imagining you sucking his cock. He let out a loud moan, then cursed himself for it. Moaning loudly was not a desirable trait for most male partners to have. He hoped you liked it loud. Not that it should matter what you liked, because if he wakes you up and you come in here, he will never get to know. He imagined you walking in now, all sleepy and curious. Seeing him here working his cock, you say would you like some help? And he would say hey, I've got a job for you, babe. Or- something smoother. Damnit Leon, he thought, be cool.

“You look like you need a hand,” you say, licking your lips.

“Hey dollface,” Leon replies, smooth as a whistle. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” You shake your head. Then you look at his dick and come closer.

“Mind if I join in?” You ask. Leon nods. You come over and sit between his knees, mouth open and waiting. He feeds his cock into your mouth- no, you kiss the tip of his cock before asking:

“May I?” he nods, you slurp- no, you gently take it in- no, you-

“Ugh.” Leon was broken out of the spell with his own nervousness, unsure of what you would do or even want to do. He hated the shame of thinking of you like this. As if you were only for his pleasure, for him to use- God damnit. 

            It had been almost ten years since las plagas, and he hasn’t been the same since. He hasn't been the same since most of his missions. He takes the hand off his mouth and uses it to take another sip of whiskey. If you were here, he’d offer you a chaser. You hadn’t been the heavy drinker he is. It was only recently that you started getting further into it, not knowing where to stop, or ignoring your limits entirely, as if you were trying to drown something out. Leon knew that feeling well and didn’t want to pry- you would tell him on your own time. 

            He ran his hand absentmindedly down his length, imagining it was your hand. He moaned again, so small he was sure you wouldn’t hear. He let himself fall into his fantasies.

You’re wearing your customary all black ensemble, clothes hugging your body as you take a shot of whiskey, chasing it with a drag of your cigarette. You’re on the balcony, body heat pressing into him.

“Those things will kill you; you know.” He jokes, you roll your eyes to look up at the stars.

“That’s kind of the idea.” You reply. He looks past your sadness.

“Have you ever considered that there are people that want you to live?” He says. You scoff.

“It’s a little too late for that.” You say, a tinge of regret in your voice. You pass him the bottle. He thrusts it out to the moon. 

“To being too late.” He cheers. You take out your cigarette and gesture it to the moon. 

“To being too late,” You echo. He takes a large sip. You take a long drag.  Your mouths are busy but not with each other. 

Leon came three times that night imagining those lips wrapped around his dick. But the night he sat on the couch with his dick in hand as you slept in his bed, he merely palmed himself, frustrated. 

#Leon favors whiskey #You favor Vodka #another title for this fic was originally going to be vodka and whiskey. I made a spotify playlist- I might share it here #My favorite is absinthe as my username suggests #vendetta leon #leon kennedy #re2 leon #re4 #re2 remake #re4 leon #resident evil #resident evil vendetta #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x gn! reader #gender nuetral #written by a nonbinary person #but cis people are welcome no problem #psychic sobriety #frustration #nic

[amypihcs]

HELLO HUMANS! Well, well, a new letter from our dear W-AIT WHAT?

W-what? Holmes is WRITING?? DAAAMN. Watson messing with carpentry and beating his fingers instead of the nails... well, he just got the WRONG nails. Luckily Holmes is taking care of him! And agreed to write to us!

Ah Holmes, no need to be so bitter about it! Or maybe you are teasing you husband, uh? And yes. You tormented him with criticism and this is the payback. Write your own story and then take your own steps to apologize to Watson. Talking of him.

Watson, reading this: I am an unfeeling, rational and non-sentimental machine, so i'll present you an entire paragraph on how much i love my husband Holmes, blushing crimson: Shut up you insufferable tease W: Just admit that you love me H: I did it thrice in the first 10 minutes after we woke up this morning -snuggling watson noises- Now read on.

W: A WIFE, HOLMES? She was a PATIENT. She was having difficulties with the last stretch of her pregnancy and i had to go at hers!

Also i love how Holmes describes his way of analyzing his clients. And also how he goes 'so, Watson likes it when i do my deductions, it impresses Watson, and also other people, so i'll deduce this man's last years of life'

And at his surprise the reaction is

I miss my Watson so please give me the fact and hope this case is challenging as your letter made hope... WAIT, WHAT? KICKED YOU OUT? TELL ME MORE! -puffing on his pipe-

Stop being cheeky, lad. Tell the FACTS.

And he does. He was in South Africa and there he met a guy and they bonded a lot and he was wounded and now he disappeared!

Holmes is in this moment sympathizing with young Godfrey, he's interested!

Story continues. Our guy here manages to get himself invited to their place, a quite inaccessible one and gets shown into the father's study. the interview is not pleasing.

The man tells him to go the hell away and leave them alone since he ALREADY EXPLAINED, our pal says that his 'explanations' are a big load of bullshit. Man tells him to stay for dinner. Atmosphere is DEPRESSING and he climbs to his room as soon as decent and then the butler drops in!

Butler is like super old and his wife nursed Godfrey and so he asks if his foster kid behaved well in war and then he starts talking weird... in past tense as if he was dead. OF COURSE OUR PAL ASKS

THAT'S ONE HELL OF AN ANSWER, DAMNIT!

W: Ah, so now i'm matters, Holmes. Nice cliffhanger H: -grumble grumble- Writing this stuff is difficult. I'll propose them the ear monograph! W: at least it's not the tobacco one... H: Which you read... -bickering goes on-

Our Holmes left us with a cliffhanger just like his husband does! We'll hear the continuation in the next letter!

#letters from watson #today from holmes! #the blanched soldier #holmes is writing! #sherlock holmes #dr watson #he's a DOCTOR not a CARPENTER! #And right now he's 'matters to attend to' #victorian husbands

[k-looking-glass-house]

Sketch spoiler arc 7...

........ Mallenoa/Mallenoire Draconia (children/teen) concept

..... I drew it a whiiilllle agooooo..... Her silhouette wasn't at all revealed by that time.... I was harassing our dear popcorn ! Grimm with:

"I hope we'll see Malleus's mommy !!! Gawwww let's find her name !!!"

And I went berseck for a name for her ah ah:

Mal (because... Descendant of course)

Mallevona...

Mallillith...

Mallily

Malla

Mallena/Mallina

Mallynda

Maline (twst french name to say mischevious somehow)

Malkhyn

.... Etc etc

And.... Since her mother's name is Maleficia....

I was like.... Omg obviously her name is...

Maliciaaaaaaa !!

XD but noooo it's Mallenoa/noire !!

Omg emotional damage, I'm actually glad she has... Those hair lock !

I have such aesthethic when it comes to dark fairies and witches ! It's only my point of view !!

I imagine her having purple hair actually, very daaark purple haired with light pink or fuschia reflect (blame my hasbro disney Maleficent doll.... Those hair color are canon.... Even more if we talk about Descendant....)

I have.... So sooooo many theories for her..... For.... That arc....damnit...so mannnnnyyyyyyy.......!!! It's a pain that my english is... Meh....

Ah yes Black Butler's fan you got eyes, she shares some design with our precious Sullivan.... If you know you know....

.... Too many theories.... With the Disney multiverse, from movies to game to roman..... Sooo many theories....

Anyway let's enjoy some wild imagination of our dear princess being mischevious and being bestie with Lilia lol.

*internal screaming*

Also... Please stop noooo I am not ready at all for the Levan-> Raven-> Crowley.... Nope.... I have also theory but this one.... Hmmm it smells red flags... Too obvious....

Please no I love the Draconia..... Not... That... Crow.... Well

#Twisted wonderland spoiler #Arc 7 #Sketch concept #k imeart #........ Yes I love her already and her family.... Maleficent forever..... #malenoa draconia #Malenoire draconia

[gumnut-logic]

Sweetapple Slices - Slice One

Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way

I posted one of the OC questionnaire meme thingies and when I received some asks, I realised I could only communicate with my OCs through fic.

So for Alex, introducing Sweetapple Slices - short fics I can answer questions with :D

I hope you enjoy.

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@idontknowreallywhy asked:

If your character had to get a tattoo, what would it be?

This was written between work shifts so done in a massive hurry. i hope it works. Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the quick read through :D

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“No, Erry, no.”

“Aw, you are a spoil sport. Here I was thinking I could get a little apple in support.”

Alex starred at her. “It’s permanent, Erica. What if you end up hating me, you’d have to burn it off or something.”

She stared up at him, quite frankly as if he was a silly moron. “Don’t be silly.” Well, he was half right. “I could never hate you. You are just too adorable.” She reached up as if to pinch his cheek, but he ducked away.

She grinned and grabbed one of his fries instead and stuck between hot pink lips. “Wuss.”

“Why do I put up with you?”

“Because we are a good together. We make excellent multifunctional polymers. And without me you would never have thought to, much less approached, the mighty Scott Tracy with your brilliant idea.” She stole another fry just for emphasis.

He stared at her, but ultimately he had to smile. How could he anything but? Erica was multicoloured today - pink lips, blue hair propped up in pigtails, and a shade of sparkly green eyeshadow that just added to her overall level of glowing radioactivity.

“You’re dangerous.”

“And don’t you forget it.” He lost another fry.

“You do have your own, you know.”

“Not as entertaining.” She swooped in for another, but he moved the remainder out of her reach.

She pouted a moment, but then grinned at him. “See, you can learn.”

He fought back the urge to throw all his fries at her head.

“But, come on, seriously, you wouldn’t want to get a tattoo? Not even one that says ‘Virgil forever’ or ‘He’s my thunder’…oh, oh, ‘Rescue me, baby’ with a love heart.

He found himself staring at her again. None of those were worth any comment at all. “So do you have a tattoo?”

“Of course.” She suddenly found the street outside the cafe much more interesting than poking fun at him. In that direction lay the tattoo parlour that had started this whole discussion.

“Well?”

“Nope. Not telling unless you get one, too.” She snuffed her nose at him. “No tatts, no tales.”

“I could ask Fireman Fred.”

Her eyes widened. “Don’t you dare!” But then she realised how much she was revealing and she settled back. “He doesn’t know anyway. So, hmph!”

“Really? You have all the eyes for him, Ery. No action?”

“Mind your business.”

He burst out laughing. “So you can mind mine, but I can’t yours?”

“Exactly. Besides, if I didn’t mind yours, all sorts of things could happen.” Her hands were gesturing about as if she was trying to contain and enunciate the concept.

“Like what? The end of the world as we know it?”

“Pretty much.”

And that was the end of that because he happened to look at his watch and apparently talking about getting tattoos had eaten their entire lunch break. They were now five minutes late in getting back to the convention centre.

Damnit.

There followed the jamming of fries in his mouth, sculling the coffee that was barely passable - he wouldn’t be coming back here again - and dashing out the door like a pair of teenagers late for class.

He did eye the tattoo parlour one more time as they ran past, though…

If he did return three days later, after the dregs of the convention had finished, on the last night before flying back to Māhia, when Erica was otherwise occupied, he certainly wasn’t going to mention it.

And if sitting down at work for the next week required just a little extra care, he still wasn’t going to say anything.

It was worth it.

Because if Virgil ever did get around to discovering the tiny silhouette of Thunderbird Two on his right buttock, he was hoping it would get kissed better.

Much better.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alexander sweetapple #virgil tracy #erica stoltz #sweetapple slices #romance #virgil tracy/alexander sweetapple

[halloiambored]

Random Snippet

CW: ‘woops, I’ve been stabbed! Would you look at that…’ Of course, Hero is very explicit when tired, but aren’t we all.

Dear god, it is 3:17 in the morning.

Hero glared daggers at their bedside clock, grumbling as yet another round of knocks cut through the silence of their apartment.

Getting out of bed was a struggle, and with every bang their grumpy rage grew by a significant margin.

It’s 3:17 in the fucking morning.

“I swear to all that is good in this world, if you aren’t dying, I am going to kill you mys—”

It was Villain. They did not have enough energy to deal with this.

“Hero! Oh my, you look terrible, what have you done to your hair?”

Morally, Hero knew they shouldn’t slam the door in their face… but damn was it an appealing thought. No, instead they settled for crossing their arms and deepening their scowl.

“I slept. What the fuck do you want?”

“Lllanguge! Why so grumpy? It’s not like I woke you up or anything,” Villain smirked, they knew exactly what they did. The bastard. “I just wanted to sleep here - pretty please?”

Silence. Did they hear that right?

“Damnit Villain, I’m going inside. If you know what’s good for you, get the hell off this property.”

A shaking hand stopped the door from closing, and for a split second Villain looked scared. Genuinely scared.

It was gone almost immediately, so Hero attributed it to the poorly lit hallway.

“Look, I need a place to stay. Sssoo… I’m sleeping here with you. But don’t worry, there’s no need to make accommodations. I’m sure your bed is perfect.” They winked.

“No - nope, not a chance. Go away. I’m tired as a fucking sloth who took one to many Benadryl —”

“What?”

“Nope, a sloth, don’t question it. Goodnight, Villain! I mean it, I’m tired. Wish you the worst of dreams.” This time Villains foot blocked the door, and Hero almost stomped on it. The fucker.

“You’re so mean when you’re tired - do we need to talk about your aptitude for profanity?” Though originally snarky, the mischievous glint in Villain’s eyes disappeared with Hero’s growing impatience.

“Okay, seriously Hero, I can’t go anywhere else. I don’t think I’d make it. So I’m sorry for bothering you - I really am - but please let me come inside.”

At that, Hero squinted, trying to make out some kind of injury. They seemed fine?

“Please, I’ll sleep on the couch. Just let me in?”

Villain’s hope lifted at Hero’s deep exhale, and the way their nemesis scrunched up their face to rub their eyes. It was promising!

“Fine. But you owe me an explanation in the morning.”

As Villain hopped through the entryway their mask of false confidence bounded back in full force. Yet, even then Hero noticed a weird limp in their steps - and the way their right arm was at a crooked angle.

Sighing, they wondered what the hell Villain had gotten themselves into this time…

#original #hero x villain #writing prompt #not finished #but I’m fucking tired ;)