#dear god i never want to hear final breath ever again

[dispotatorulzz]

Jingles this in front of you like keys oooo ooooo

Deacon and Arthur as ponies :3! May do the other PC's with a NPC counterpart later

#jrwi fanart #jrwi the suckening #the suckening #arthur bennett #deacon keller #vampistol #did this while watching slime stream #dear god i never want to hear final breath ever again #love me some ponies tho :]!! #very cute style for horses #MyArt

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨His Queen✨

Short drabble I wanted to write because I am unwell for this man…

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Your first time with the King of Hell, and he might be even more nervous than you are~

(I don’t even have a set up for this, I’m diving in head first like I would for Lucifer. This is just porn without plot 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Tag list: @trashbin-nie

@yellowsubiesdance

@j-jinxee

@stevensdickrider

@airwolf92

@mrssabinecallas

@myhornybrainonlyknowsthis

@bee-sinner

@thesoccerenthusiast

Warnings: 18+, smut, humping, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v, service top!Lucifer

All throughout, the only thing that could be heard in Lucifer’s home was the sound of your lips crashing into his relentlessly. Your nightgown draped over his legs while sitting in his lap for at least an hour now, on his throne, no less. You’re breathless, your lips are swollen, and you can’t get enough. You haven’t pulled apart in what seems like an eternity, Lucifer moaning into your mouth as your tongues intertwine. However, you’ve become increasingly more aware of the bugle that’s growing between your legs. Ever so slowly, you start to rock your hips back and forth. Lucifer instantly freezes from the sudden sensation, inhaling sharply.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized sheepishly, “I didn’t mean…”

Lucifer cut you off with another kiss before you could finish your sentence. “Please don’t stop, love,” he whispered.

Blood rushes to your cheeks from hearing those words. You felt Lucifer’s hands travel down the sides of your body, stopping at your hips. You start rocking your hips again, eliciting such sweet moans from him. He was so sensitive and you knew it, you knew you could make him putty in your hands and that excited you!

“F-Fuck, sweetheart…,” Lucifer moaned, “this is…this feels amazing.”

One of his hands slid down your thigh at an agonizingly slow pace and you continued your motions. His hand stopped when he felt the soft cloth of panties. He tried to hide his small smirk from you, but you caught him. You knew the fabric must have been wet, and it’s clear from his reaction that he noticed too.

“May I, my angel?”, Lucifer asked softly. You nodded your head wordlessly. You stood up almost too quickly as Lucifer reached for the hem of your panties. You felt them get dragged further and further down your legs until they finally touched your feet and hit the floor. You resumed your potion, straddling Lucifer once more.

He reached down to press his fingers at your folds for the first time. You felt your face heat up, it was something you’ve been wanting for so long. Lucifer exhaled heavily, his painted cheeks flushing a different shade of red. You could feel his hand trembling against you.

It’s been a while since he’s been intimate with anyone, Lilith had been gone for so long. Lucifer had been so alone during that time, never pursuing another lover. Until you, of course.

Noticing his hesitation, you brought your hands to his cheeks, cupping his face. His shining red eyes stared into yours as you leaned in for another kiss. “It’s alright, Luci, take your time,” you soothed him.

“Thank you, love,” he smiled. After a deep breath, Lucifer finally began to tease your entrance, running his fingers up and down your slit. You grabbed onto his shoulders as if you were hanging on for dear life. His thumb found its way to your clit, circling it slowly. You couldn’t help but let out a moan. His fingers began to push up into you, thrusting them in and out of you at an even pace.

You rested your forehead on the crook of his neck, your cries were stifling and your checks were burning. “O-ohh my God, Lucifer, you fee-feel so good.” Lucifer placed his lips on your neck and began to bite and suck every inch of it. Your knees were becoming weaker and weaker, you felt a tightening in the pit of your stomach with every motion of his fingers.

But suddenly, Lucifer removed his fingers from you, making you whine in protest. You pulled your head up to ask why he stopped, but it became very evident. He brought his fingers to his mouth and began to suck on them. You pushed your face back down into his shoulder to hide your reddened face.

“Mmmm, you taste absolutely delightful, darling, ” he murmured in your ear. “I need more.”

Without warning, Lucifer scooped you up in his arms and carried you to his bedroom right across the hall. You always forgot how strong he was considering his stature, but it never failed to amaze you. Once he reached the side of his bed, he laid you down as gingerly as possible, positioning your head onto his pillow.

“Wait,” you said, pulling yourself upright and positioning yourself on your knees. You reached for Lucifer’s shirt and began to unbutton it hesitantly. Lucifer said nothing, only nodding, letting you continue your work. His face became flushed once more, you couldn’t help but smile at the way you made him feel. Almost prideful. Almost.

You made your way to the last button and gently push his shirt off his shoulders, letting it hit the ground. He was beautiful, his pale skin was mesmerizing like a marble statue. But he was warm, very warm, you noticed as you ran your hand down his chest. “Beautiful…,” you said to no one in particular. But Lucifer had impeccable hearing.

“My love, nothing compares to your beauty,” Lucifer sighed. “I want to devour you. Please, let me see you?”

With some hesitation, you reached down to the bottom of your nightgown to pull it up over your head. Your body now laid bare before him. You went to cover yourself with your arms, but Lucifer held your wrists before you could.

“Don’t cover yourself, darling,” he pleaded, “you’re the most intoxicating creature I’ve even had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.” He leaned into you again and planted a passionate kiss on your lips, you couldn’t help but moan into him. He pulled away, looking longingly into your eyes. But only for a moment. His eyes couldn’t resist trailing down to look at your chest, his face turning beet red.

“My eyes are up here, Luci,” you said jokingly.

“Forgive me, sweetheart,” Lucifer apologized and snapped his head back up to look at you once more. You chuckled and pulled your hands away from his loose grip to grab his instead. You placed each of his hands on your breasts, almost making Lucifer lose his composure. “So soft…,” he murmured as he began to softly knead at your skin. “Lay down on your back for me, love. I only had a small taste of you, I have to have more…”

You gulped hard, doing as he says. You untucked your legs from under you and rested your head against his pillow once more. You stared at the ceiling, too embarrassed to think about what was happening. You felt Lucifer’s sharp hands on both of your knees, snapping you out of your trance and forcing you to focus on him.

“Open up, angel,” Lucifer asked sweetly. Whenever he spoke like that to you, it was impossible to say no. With a shaky breath, you part your legs, exposing your glistening pussy to him. Lucifer’s shaky breathing echoed in his large bedroom. “S-Shit,” he choked out, “forgive me for this.”

Lucifer’s head fell between your legs in an instant, his hands resting on the inside of your thighs. You let out a strangled yelp at his tongue began to lick up and down your wet folds. Fuck! It felt better than you could have imagined. His tongue darted in and out of you, his lips vibrated against you and he moaned and hummed from lapping you up.

“L-Lucifer, f-fuck ohmygod!,” you cried out. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear,” he responded coyly. You could feel a smile creep across his face as he continued to eat you up. Lucifer took one of his hands and placed two of his fingers right by your entrance, it was almost painful waiting for him to put them in you. “I need you to cum for me, I’m not stopping until you do,” he whispered before plunging his two fingers into your ruined cunt once more. That alone almost sent you over the edge. He began to pump his fingers in and out of you, faster and faster, while his tongue tortured your clit. He continued at a relentless pace, never giving you a chance to relax. Your mind was beyond foggy, you couldn’t even tell him to stop even if you wanted to. Which you didn’t.

“Luci…L-Luci I’mgonnacumFUCK,” you nearly yelled. The tightness in your stomach was threatening to snap. You gripped his soft and silky blond hair as he brought you to the very edge.

“Promise?,” Lucifer responded while pushing a third finger inside of you.

That was it, your head snaps back and a breathless scream escapes your lungs. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You feel your walls start to pulsate around his fingers which refuse to slow down. Lucifer devours the mess your soaking pussy made while letting you ride out your high. You finally come back down to earth (so to speak) and are able to breathe again, beads of sweat pooling on your forehead. Lucifer retreats his fingers from you and takes one last taste of you from his now cum-soaked fingers.

“Mmmm, fuck sweetheart, never tasted anything more enticing than you in my entire existence,” Lucifer praised. You brought your hands to face to cover up your cherry red cheeks. His words never failed to make your head fuzzy.

“Luciferrrrr,” you whine playfully, “you can’t just say things like that!”

Lucifer chuckled, “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, love.”

You propped up onto your elbows. Lucifer had straightened up and was now on his knees in front of you. Your eyesight trailed downward and it was obvious how hard he was. His cock painfully straining against his pants. He noticed your stare sheepishly looked away.

“Your turn,” you said as you crawled towards him, only stopping an inch away from the large bulge he had in his pants. It lit a fire in you. It was his turn to be devoured.

“Y-You don’t have to do that, hon, I’m alr-”

You cut him off by placing your hand on his clothed cock. Lucifer immediately tensed up. “You’re right, I don’t have to,” you said looking up at him with ravenous eyes, “but I want to.” You heard Lucifer audibly gulp. “On your back, Luci,” you coerced.

Lucifer nodded and did as you said. He made his way to his pillow and laid down, holding his breath. You began your ascent, crawling and hovering over him. He looked so adorable beneath you. Your hands made their way to his belt, pulling it off in a flash with a clank to the floor. The button and zipper were next. Carefully you undid both with ease. You reached for the hem of his white pants and eased them down his legs. All that remained were his briefs. And my God, they left little to the imagination.

It didn’t occur to you until just now that you’ve never seen Lucifer’s dick before. It drove you wild just seeing the outline of it. He was huge. You bit down on your lip without thinking, Lucifer looked away from you in embarrassment. It was then that you noticed the large wet spot on his briefs from his leaking tip. He was an absolute mess, all because of you. A wonderful sight to behold, for sure.

You couldn’t wait any longer. You reached up to pull down his briefs, setting his cock free at last. It was impossible to look away, you knew you had to eat him up immediately. His dick continued to leak precum onto his stomach, Lucifer’s hands gripped the sheets beneath him as he watched you inch closer and closer to his cock. You placed your hands on either side of it, massaging everything around the one area he needed you to touch. He bucked his hips up at your touch impatiently.

“Please,” you heard Lucifer beg, “pleasepleaseplease!” The sounds of his desperate pleas sent waves of pleasure through your body, it drove you mad. Not wanting to torture him any longer, you took ahold of his cock and placed his tip into your hot mouth. You heard a broken moan escape from him as you lapped and sucked on the head, licking up every drop of precum that had leaked out. It was salty, but you didn’t mind. He tasted divine.

You began to bob your head up and down on his shaft, taking in as much of him as you possibly could. You knew you would choke otherwise. Your one hand remained on his hip to keep him from bucking up into your month while the other hand pumped his cock in tandem with your mouth. You figured it might be fruitless to try and hold him down since he could overpower you in an instant, but you knew he wouldn’t ever hurt you.

You saw that he was unraveling quickly, but you didn’t want this to end so soon. His staggered breathing and wanton moans were music to your ears, you’d do anything to keep hearing them. You trailed a long lick up from the base of his shaft to the head were you peppered a few kisses. One of Lucifer’s hands flew to his mouth to keep himself from being any louder than he already was while the other white-knuckled the bed sheets. It was an absolute dream to see the King of Hell be undone by you.

You felt him throbbing in your mouth, you knew he was close. But all of a sudden, two hands flew to your shoulders to push you off. “Wait, wait, wait!,” he pleaded as you let go of him completely.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?,” you asked ashamed.

“No, no! Of course not,” he reassured you, placing a hand under your chin. “You…fuck, you felt so good, my love. But…”

You didn’t even know what happened until you were on your back now looking up at Lucifer hovered above you. You noticed his eyes had turned a haunting red and yellow, with black slit irises piecing your soul. His horns had burst from his head with torn flesh wrapped around the base of each, adorning his snake-shaped halo with a burning flame below it. His angelic wings sprouted out from his back, enveloping the entire bed in shadow. His tail had popped out as well, whipping back and forth behind him as if he were a predator on the hunt. You were his prey.

“I’m having a really hard time keeping it together, darling,” he spoke quietly, almost ashamed at his lack of control. His more demonic form caught you off guard, but you weren’t afraid. You smiled at him, reassuring that you were alright. He smiled back, showing off his large sharp teeth. It made you shiver. God, you wanted him. And you wanted him now.

“I-I need…shit…c-can I…,” Lucifer fumbled over his words, struggling to form a coherent sentence. You cupped his face in you hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips. You reached one hand up to stroke one of his wings, curiosity getting the better of you. You could have sworn it was the softest thing you’ve ever felt, you were entranced. Lucifer let out a low hum, his wing leaning into your gentle touch.

“Yes, you can, Lucifer,” you murmured into his lips. “Fuck me now, please, I need you…”

His composure broke completely. His lips crashed into yours with a vigorous force. You wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him as close to you as he could possibly get. You felt the head of his cock graze your entrance. You whimpered at the sensation. Lucifer looked at you expectantly, only for you to silently nod your head.

All you felt next was his cock sliding into your pussy until he was fully sheathed inside of you. It took a few seconds to remember how to breathe again. He stretched you out, filling up every inch of you completely. Lucifer couldn’t help but bite down on your shoulder, desperately trying not to cum right then and there. After only a moment or two of getting used to his size, your body started to relax around him.

“Please move, Luci,” you moaned.

Lucifer retracted the grip his teeth he had on your shoulder and placed his forehead onto yours. Ever so slowly, he started to shift his hips, taking his cock out just to pump it back into you at a rhythmic speed. But of course it didn’t take long for him to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more and more staggered and uneven.

You could have sworn you were seeing stars. Or perhaps it was the light bouncing off the tears forming in your eyes. It was a pleasure you’ve never felt before. You felt whole. That new knot in your stomach was tightening once again, and was threatening to release with more force than before.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lucifer whispered, clenching his teeth and screwing his eyes tight. “Gonna cum, love…gonna cum, FUCKFUCKFUCK!”

Quickly you wrapped your legs around his waist, making sure he stayed in place. “M-me too, sshhhiiit,” you managed to choke out. “Cum in me, pleasepleasepleasecuminmeLucifer!”

Those words made him incoherent. He held your hips down as he thrusted into hard and fast. At last, you felt him throbbing inside of you, emptying his load into your waiting cunt. You screamed as that sensation pushed you over the edge as well, your newly painted white walls pulsating on his cock.

Both of you could hardly catch your breath, your orgasms finally fading away. He stayed inside of you for only a minute longer before pulling out. Your body mourned that sensation already. Lucifer fell down next to you in the bed, his demon form receding. You watched as his chest rose and fell at a slow and even pace. He turned towards you and smiled, he tucked some hair behind your ear that had fallen in your face.

“Thank you for that, my angel,” he spoke softly. “You were perfect.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You scooted your body closer to him, nuzzling yourself into his chest. Still so warm. “No,” you said, “thank you, Lucifer. That was heavenly…no pun intended!”

He chuckled. “Funny you say that considering where we are, my little duckling.” He grabbed you by the waist and ever so gently placed your body on top of his. He let his wings spread once more, wrapping them and his arms around you in a soft and tender embrace. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

You smile and gave Lucifer one last small peck on the lips before your body collapsed from exhaustion. “I love you more, my king.”

~~~~~

I’m not seeing the pearly gates after this one, lads!!

But please let me know what you think of my very first NSFW fic, I was nervous about writing about something I’m not well versed in 😅

I had fun though and that’s what matters!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer smut #my writing

[wheatnoodle]

robin is using everything in her power to find steve a boyfriend. now that she had finally gotten her head out of her ass to see that nancy didn’t find her rambling annoying, but charming and that got comfy in their new relationship, she wanted nothing more than the same for her best friend.

for too long, robin has stood back and watched as steve got used and played again and again. too many men and women coming around and flashing him pretty smiles and saying all the right things just to take him on a date, get him to drop his pants, and then he’d never hear from them again. she sees the way it effects him, the way he seems to be deteriorating right before her eyes.

he’s given up flirting with the babes that walk in the front door of their job, choosing to stay behind the counter. he leans on his fist, flips through a magazine and only glances up to say hello.

unless, of course, that customer is eddie munson. eddie, who will come in so quiet and lean down in steve’s space to break him from his trance. and steve will smile. and he’ll blush. and he’ll giggle and look away so eddie can’t see how flustered he is. and he waves the late fees every time. and she continues to watch.

robin is using everything in her power to get steve eddie as a boyfriend. sweet eddie who holds the door for steve and makes him smile brighter than robin has ever seen.

and it’s this reason that she was able to convince steve to join her and nancy at a bar in indy and invite eddie along so he “doesn’t third wheel”. meaning it’s also this reason she’s currently tearing apart steve’s closet for the perfect “date me!” outfit. because if he pulls up to this place in a polo and robin’s the one who brought him? she could never go back.

“robs, i can’t wear these.” steve is bright red in the face as he looks over his shoulder in the mirror. she got him in the tightest jeans he owns, the denim light and hugging every single curve from the waist down. he’s lucky he can even breathe in them. he hates how his butt is on display and there’s no room in his crotch to move comfortably and what if his knees get cold where they’re exposed to the outside elements?

“you absolutely can and you absolutely will. turn around and let me pretend you’re a girl so i can drool over your ass,” robin whistles from her place on his bed. she’s surrounded by piles of clothes, a multicolored avalanche of preppy and she just might go insane. “now you need a shirt.”

“i don’t get why you’re putting in all this effort. i’m just gonna embarrass myself in front of him. especially if i try to make a move,” steve grumbles and tugs his current sweatshirt over his head. robin’s got a pair of scissors from his bedside drawer and a clearly well-loved pink floyd t-shirt in hand. “what are you doing?”

“how much do you love this shirt?”

“robin don’t you-“

“how much, steven.” her gaze is firm and he knows it best to just give in. he rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a huff and robin smiles back at him in victory. he’s turned back to the mirror, listening to the sound of slicing fabric behind him.

she tosses it to him once she’s done and he pulls it over his head. dear god his waist is on display. and the trail of hair down to- oh this is humiliating. “robin.”

“steve!” she squeals, clapping her hands together.

“robin,” he whines, throwing his head back and tugging at the jagged edge of the shirt.

“steve!” she answers in the same tone with a bright smile. “you’re so hot! eddie is going to eat you up and if he doesn’t, then somebody else absolutely will.”

“you think so?” steve looks at her through the mirror. a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips and she can’t help but smile back, full of love and warmth.

“i know so.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #steddie #robin buckley #qpr stobin #platonic stobin #codependent stobin

[prettyfastcars]

thunderstorms | Lewis x Reader

Summary: Your mom and his dad have been in a serious relationship for a little while, but you do everything to avoid interacting with Lewis. He’s everything you’ll never be. How could you compete with that amount of fame, glory, power and multiple world championships. So you kept your distance in order to avoid hearing your mom praise him endlessly, but that was until a mandatory family vacation. Living in the same house, under the same roof, you couldn’t avoid him anymore. Neither could either of you avoid the tension in between you. 

Themes: smut, stepbrother!lewis, age gap (reader is in her early twenties), forbidden/taboo romance

The thunder sounded like it shook the entire cabin. 

You froze on the wooden stairs, holding on to the handrail for dear life. You liked to think that you were a brave human. But thunderstorms scared the hell out of you. Especially right now given you and your ‘family’ were in some cabin in the middle of nowhere. 

You could’ve been on a nice beach, soaking the warmth of the sun, swimming in the ocean, drinking all day, going on boat rides. But no, the golden son – your soon to be step brother – decided to take the family to a cabin, in the mountains where it is cold, humid and dark all the time. Where it rains incessantly. 

He wanted to hike. And naturally his dad and your mom agreed. And naturally your opinion didn’t matter. Sometimes you thought, all of you didn’t matter whenever he was concerned. After all, you were nowhere near as accomplished as he was. 

He had it all. He was loved by millions, admired, worshipped. People loved him, everyone wanted to be his friend, everyone wanted to be seen with him. 

All you had was a boutique in Paris, that too it was gifted to you by one of your mom’s many ex husbands. It was your entire life now. But no matter how luxurious, elegant, sleek and modern a Parisian boutique is, it cannot compare to multiple motorsport world championships. 

Hence, your suggestion of going on vacation somewhere warm was immediately ignored. As expected. And here you were now, still holding on to the handrail.

You finally let go of it, and wrapped your blanket tighter around you. You were on your way downstairs in search of something warm to drink. This whole cabin was freezing despite the multiple heaters. 

“Damn him,” You whispered under your breath as you walked into the open kitchen, turning just one light on and leaving the rest of the kitchen in darkness. “Could be on a beach partying right now,” You muttered bitterly like an old woman as you gathered your things to make your hot chocolate. “But no,” You hissed as you put the kettle on. “His Majesty wanted to be in this damn forest,” You grabbed your mug and put your cocoa powder in, “We could be killed in here,” You kept muttering as you waited for the water to boil. “God knows what’s in these woods, wild life, serial killers,” You scoffed. “As if he doesn’t get enough adrenaline–,” 

A smooth voice spoke up from one of the dark corners of the kitchen, “Still cursing my name I see?” 

You gasped, turning around to face the dark corner immediately. There he was, the light from his phone allowing you to look at his ridiculously handsome face, and his ridiculously handsome smirk. His braids were out of his usual ponytail. It angered you almost that he looked even better this way. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but ended up squealing instead as the loudest thunder ever shook the entire cabin once again. 

You crouched in place, holding onto the kitchen counter. Meanwhile Lewis broke into chuckles, laughing at you right in your face. 

“You are seriously scared of thunderstorms?” He laughed some more. 

You frowned at him, your bravery coming out of hiding now the thunder had passed. “Oh shut up. Of all places you had to bring us here?” You shook your head and turned around to carry on making your hot chocolate. 

You heard the chair screech as Lewis stood up from the small table, you heard him walk over to where you stood. Your body became hyper aware of each one of his moves. 

The way he placed both of his hands on the counter, on either side of you, caging you in. 

The way his torso pressed gently against your back. 

The way he subtly nuzzled your neck from behind. 

You froze. Lewis’ lips brushed against the back of your neck as he spoke. “Is that why you’re down here so late at night? Hmm?” He teased, “You needed your big brother to keep you safe from the thunderstorm?” 

“You’re not my fucking brother.” You gasped in surprise when you felt him purposely drag his lips up your neck. “Lewis…” You whispered, “What are you doing?” Your voice ended up sounding a lot more like a quiet moan. 

You’d be lying if you said this was the first time the two of you were crossing lines which you knew you shouldn’t. The man was drop dead gorgeous, it was hard to resist him. 

“What?” He acted oblivious even as he left soft, open mouth kisses all over your neck and slightly exposed shoulder. “I’m just helping you make hot chocolate before the water gets cold.” He said as one of his tattooed hands wrapped around your waist while the other grabbed the kettle and poured hot water into your mug. 

The warm drink was the last thing on your mind as Lewis kept kissing up and down your neck. “Lewis…” You murmured again, “We shouldn’t.” 

He didn’t stop. You didn’t want him to stop. He knew that. 

He let go of you momentarily and gave you enough space to turn around and face him. Fuck, that was a mistake. In the dim, partially lit kitchen he looked too tempting. Big brown eyes, how could you resist those? 

The blanket you had around yourself fell to the ground. Now you were left in tiny shorts and an almost see-through pj top. Lewis’ eyes roamed your body shamelessly. Your face burned when you admitted to yourself that you liked it. 

“Look at you,” He murmured, as he placed his hand on your waist again. His other hand came up to grab your chin. He leaned in slightly, his scent acting like an aphrodisiac. “What am I supposed to do when you’re walking around half naked, little sis?” He accused in that dreamy voice. “Am I supposed to keep my hands to myself while you walk around looking like this?” 

You couldn’t look away from his rich, dark brown eyes. Bottomless, warm, inviting. His eyes had an intensity that was hard to ignore. 

You were aware of how his thumb drew lazy circles on your hip. You felt weak in your knees. Lewis just smirked. “You better stop looking at me with those fuck-me eyes if you don’t want me to bend you over this counter right here right now.” He whispered, leaning in even closer to kiss the corner of your mouth. 

You were dragged back to reality once you broke eye contact. So you cleared your throat and pulled away from his embrace. The air felt immediately colder as you pulled away from him. 

Lewis picked up your blanket and wrapped it around you again. You muttered a quick ‘thanks’ as you clutched the blanket under your chin, securely as if it would keep you safe from him. Then he handed you your mug and said, “Wanna watch a movie?” 

You should’ve just gone to bed. You should’ve said no. 

Seeing you were contemplating, Lewis added, “Unless of course you want to go upstairs and be all by yourself.” 

Right then, another loud thunder echoed throughout the entire place. And your decision was made. 

So you found yourself in the living area, on the same couch as Lewis while some horror movie played on TV. And with each loud boom from the sky, you scooted closer and closer to him. He chuckled each time you jumped due to the thunder, but he made no further comments. 

After a while, and some more scooting he said, “Just come here, will you?” He patted the spot next to him and opened his arms. 

Maybe it was the thunder. Or the fact that he looked so nice, warm and comfy in his sweatpants and sweater. Or maybe it was that you were subconsciously dying to be in his arms. Whatever the case, you slid right up to him and let him wrap his arms around you as you laid your head on his shoulder. 

“There, see,” He said, “Isn’t it nice to let big brother take care of you?” He teased. 

You scoffed, but remained in his arms. “You’re not my brother. I hate you and your big ass forehead.” 

Lewis laughed. You smiled too, but hid it quickly. 

“Can I have some of your hot chocolate?” He asked after a few silent seconds. 

“I drank it all.” You said. 

“Shame,” He murmured, “I really wanted a taste of it.” He sounded almost seductive as he said it. 

There. 

You could feel the shift in the air just then. That line, you were gonna cross it again. 

You pulled away and looked right into his soft brown eyes. “Lewis…” You whispered. 

“Come here, baby,” He whispered, cupping your face and leaning in for a kiss. 

You melted instantly, kissing his warm and soft lips back immediately. You didn’t even hesitate before making your way to his lap, straddling him without breaking the kiss. You felt him smirk into the kiss, you did too. 

Too late to turn back now, that’s what the smirks meant. 

You only pulled away to take a breath, looking into his eyes to find him just as breathless as you. Neither one of you said anything. Not even when you whimpered as you felt his erection through the layers of clothing separating your bodies. 

“Tell me you want this,” He whispered. His hands touching you wherever he could. Sliding across your now exposed thighs, up and down your sides and fingers caressing your skin, dangerously close to where you ached for him. 

You didn’t say anything, but Lewis looked down and found your eager fingers toying with the waistband of his sweatpants. He smirked when he saw that, and looked up at you with a cocky look in his eyes. 

“Is that what you want?” He asked, sounding just as cocky as he looked. 

You nodded, heart racing at the thought of what you were about to do. But it was too late to turn back now. You held his heated stare as you lowered his sweatpants and wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking his cock, making him throw his head back and groan under his breath. 

You leaned in close to him again, “I want you,” you whispered against his lips and then pressed your mouth to his. He kissed you back immediately. “I want you inside of me.” You said, urgently and breathlessly. 

You slipped your tongue past his lips and slowly stroked the top of his mouth. He groaned into your mouth, and you immediately bucked your hips against his, your clothed core rubbing against his cock and he grunted. 

His hands rubbed up and down your sides, fingers sliding under your thin top until he could toy with your nipples. 

“Take me,” He whispered against your mouth. 

You pulled away from the kiss briefly, quickly removing your shorts before you lowered yourself down on his cock, earning quiet moans and groans out of both of you as you sank down on him. 

Your body resisted just a little to fit him inside. Your face felt hot at the thought of him being too big to fit inside your wet cunt. Lewis felt it too, and an arrogant smirk formed on his gorgeous face. 

His voice was cocky and laced with lust as he spoke, “I bet you’re regretting wasting all that time on your little French boys now, huh?” 

You scoffed, deciding to mess with him. “Oh, trust me. They’re not little.” 

His brain short circuited. For a moment he loathed every man who ever touched you like this. 

Lewis glared at you for a moment, before he grabbed you by the hips thrust up into you. You gasped in surprise as you felt him fill you up. He was nice and snug inside you as he whispered, his voice filled with promises, “I’m gonna ruin every single man for you.” 

Your lust-drunk brain was barely able to process his words. All you knew was that you wanted more. His cock throbbed against your pulsating walls, causing the tiniest bit of friction which drove you both insane. It felt like he was splitting you in half.

“Ah,” You whimpered, “Lewis, please…” 

He grabbed you by the hips and guided you up and then back down on his cock. You whimpered as he groaned when the tip of his cock reached sensitive places you never knew existed. 

“Does big brother’s cock feel good? Huh?” He taunted before leaning forward to wrap his lips around one of your clothed nipples. He gave it a hard enough suck to make you moan, then moved on to the other one. 

Fuck. This was so wrong. 

The forbidden nature of it gave you a warm rush. You just whimpered and nodded as you moved faster, impaling yourself down on his cock each time. 

You felt him filling you up completely each time, feeling him reach deeper into you with each thrust. His hand slipped between the two of you and found your clit, he rubbed it lazily. 

When he noticed that you were comfortable with the pace, he let go of your hip and wrapped his hand around your throat instead. “You look so good like this, little sis.” He teased. “Taking my cock like you’re made for it.” 

You couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him, biting down and tugging at his plump, soft bottom lip while you sped up, and his cock stretched you out each time. Lewis pulled your warm body closer to his as you bounced on his cock moaning and whining, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his dark eyes. 

Lewis rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock, throwing his head back and moaning. 

“Shh,” You whispered as you kissed along his bearded cheek, barely able to keep from moaning yourself. 

He panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face and gripping your jaw with his hand. “You feel so good,” He whispered.

“Damn you…” You didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, and he kept thrusting his hips up into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came, hard, feeling your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone. 

You panted and leaned forward, pushing your face into his neck to catch your breath. 

Lewis came right after you, his warm load spilling inside of you, as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to him. “Fuck…” He swore before saying, “I think I like thunderstorms even more now.”

You still sounded breathless as you said, "I still hate you."

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here's part two if you want

#f1 #f1 imagine #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #lh44

[monocaelia]

atlas.

- he could only hold the world for so long, it was about time his body caved in ; aka, the two times you're reminded of his humanity. feat. gojo satoru & gn!reader genre : hurt/comfort , happy ending w.c. : 1.8k

warnings: spoilers for jjk s2 ep5 note : i hate goe joe satoru.

gojo satoru.

you didn't even need to see him to know who he is; he is the revered member of the gojo clan blessed enough to be born with both the six eyes and the infinity cursed technique and is a one in a lifetime miracle.

from the beginning of his life, gojo had been the strongest sorcerer in existence. with both blessed techniques at his will, he was near unstoppable and was worthy of shouldering the problems of jujustu society from a young age, as decided by the gojo clan.

and, for someone as blessed and impenetrable as he is, gojo had never felt the emotional strife of losing someone dear to him.

there are two times that you recall ever witnessing gojo satoru lose his composure, where you have seen the blessed one who holds the power of the gods in the palm of his hands and is always one step ahead of everyone else fall to his knees as the weight of the world finally takes its toll on his poor soul.

the first time was when getou suguru had betrayed jujutsu tech. you weren't sure of the details; you were in the middle of a mission and had returned to the news of your classmate and friend becoming a wanted criminal.

honestly, hearing it firsthand did not feel real to you. getou suguru was someone you had always admired. he was someone who not only had a powerful cursed technique, but was also a skilled fighter and knew how to use his technique to the fullest despite coming from a normal family rather than one of the prestigious families that were well-known in jujustu society.

you had shared smiles with him, stories of the crazy memories made while exorcising curses and the near-death experiences shared while on missions together.

and you knew gojo and getou were near inseparable during their time at jujutsu tech; you couldn't imagine the pain gojo was going through with the news of his one and only becoming a murderer wanted in all of jujutsu society.

you find gojo satoru alone in getou's old dorm room. it's empty; the once neat, but lived in dorm now completely void of any evidence of being lived in with the exception of a framed picture of your class left on the nightstand.

getou and gojo tower over you and ieri, but it's all smiles from the four of you. because of the small frame and the number of people in the photo, you're all squished together. though, it's not like any of you minded.

a perfect picture of youth; the most beautiful moment in life.

the frame is held in gojo's hand as he sits on getou's dorm bed. you can see his fingers clench the frame as frustration settles into his bones, before he relaxes once more.

"it's not your fault, you know," you say gently, breaking the silence and hopefully through the roaring storm that you know is brewing within gojo's head. you step into the room and join gojo on the bed; he doesn't move and he doesn't face you.

"no one saw it coming." you try to reassure him, but you know any attempts at this point are futile. gojo does not respond, a flood of memories flying by crystalline eyes as he tries to figure out when it went so wrong.

the silence is permeable as reality settles into gojo. his lips part, a shaky breath, and he's speaking again.

"i should've seen it coming," he whispers. there's a clear anger in his voice, though you know full well exactly who it's directed at. "i was his friend and i didn't even realize he was hurting alone." His voice cracks.

"i didn't even do anything to save him."

it is then that you begin to see gojo as who he is. he isn't an untouchable god who feared nothing, who had enemies that couldn't even lift a finger to hurt him if they even dared. this gojo beside you isn't an omnipotent god, he's just a kid like you; he's human. he's vulnerable, even if the elders believe otherwise, for his friends are his one and only achilles' heel and the key to his humanity.

not quite knowing the words to comfort him, you reach over to hold his hand. it isn't much, but you know firsthand that just having someone beside you to help support your pain is better than shouldering everything alone.

the tight squeeze of your hand and the quite sniffles beside you are all you need as a reminder that gojo satoru is not a god; he is only gojo satoru.

the second time gojo felt genuine fear was when he nearly lost you.

as a result of a curse that was underestimated for second-class sorcerors to take, you had become collateral for a simple mistake from the higher ups. of course, mistakes could just be that, but everyone knows better.

this was set up so they could easily dispose of you and rule your death as a mere 'accident.' the higher ups needed you gone as the deemed your existence a hinderance to gojo's full potential, a dam in the middle of the river.

lucky for you, you made quick work of the curse before collapsing with the only words you heard being a shout of your name.

the bright lights of the jujutsu high infirmary are the first thing you see when your eyes slowly flutter open. your vision is blurry and the world is still spinning as you regain consciousness. with hesitance, you slowly sit up despite your body aching and telling you to lay back down.

it is only when a firm hand presses against your chest and pushes you down do you actually do so.

crystalline blue meets your gaze. they're playful and full of youth, a pair of blue eyes that you're most familiar with. but theres a shadow of solemnity behind those bright irises and you know exactly why.

"about time you woke up," gojo speaks up, ruffling your hair with his hand. they're roughened from years of training and fighting, but there are no other blemishes that stain the purity of his hands. "i thought you finally had enough of me and decided to kick the bucket, dear." there's a light, jesting tone to his voice as he speaks. he's laughing, though you can see the redness underneath his eyes as he brushes off your near death experience as a joke.

"and leave you alone to torment the students? as if," you jab back with a smile of your own. "i wouldn't ever want to wish that on your students. fushiguro would drag me back from the dead if i left him alone with you."

gojo's bottom lip juts out and his brows furrow in a pout as you say this and you can't help but laugh a little on your own.

"but i know you'll miss me, so i won't die just yet," you reassure your white haired companion. your hand reaches over to hold his own and gives it a gentle squeeze, a reminder that you're alive and still breathing beside him as your pulse and your warmth bleed onto his own.

his hand squeezes yours tightly, as he did years ago, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he bites down onto the plush skin. his eyes aren't focused on you anymore and instead focus on anywhere but you as the reality of the situation settles into his bones.

"promise?" gojo asks, his voice a mere whisper.

he already lost one of his closest friends years ago and you witnessed that heartbreak with your own eyes as you had comforted gojo when he needed it most. you couldn't imagine how his fragile heart would break again if he had lost you just now.

despite being the strongest, you know that not being able to fully protect the ones he held close was one of gojo's biggest weaknesses as much as he tried to hide it.

but you know that you couldn't give him any empty promises knowing the work you're doing. it would only give him false hope and the both of you know that better than anyone else.

you don't answer him and instead pull his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss onto his skin. with a gentle tug, the hand held by gojo is pulled into his chest as he cradles your palm. his fingers intertwine with yours and your heart swells at the small action.

it is then that you meet crystalline blue once more, though this time they are unwavering as they firmly stand their ground against the hands of fate that, at any moment, could cruelly tear the two of you apart.

"don't leave me," gojo begs. "you can't leave me until the world has turned for the better, for us and for the youth of jujutsu society. i'll make it happen so..."

the once invincible sorcerer brings your hand up to his lips and he presses a kiss along your knuckles, reciprocating the act you did before.

"please, don't leave me."

gojo leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. it's soft and hesitant, but you know at this point his fear of your life nearly slipping through his fingers has caught up to him. he pulls away, only to lean down again to kiss you.

your heart flutters feeling his lips kiss yours and you can tell from the way his lips barely ghost of yours that gojo is scared you'll disappear from him if he moves the wrong way. like a warm wave easing the worries that burrow into his entire being, your hand that's free from the one held in gojo's reaches up to cup his face. your thumb caresses his cheek and bring him closer to you, reassuring him that you won't slip away from him should he kiss you too hard.

gojo pulls away from the kiss with cheeks warm and his eyes, now a calming blue that held the stars you love so much, glint with satisfaction and relief.

though, the sweet and tender moment shared between lovers is ruined the moment gojo opens his mouth again.

"don't break my promise, okay? i don't care if you die, i'll die with you and haunt you forever as punishment for dying first, okay?" your white haired boyfriend urges as he leans his forehead against you, blue now an annoyance to you as he forces you to make eye contact with him.

your hand pushes his face away with a snort, ignoring his whining complaints as you do so.

though, it's not like you would ever willingly die first. you couldn't leave gojo satoru alone, your soul couldn't bear the burden of knowing you would shatter the glass that makes gojo's heart.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #didi writes #this got more serious than intended but wtv LOL #this is how i cope with hs gojo arc being animated #i hate stsg so much. #makes my stsg plushies kiss and make up #yes ik there's another time where gojo loses his resolve #but that's for manga readers to know only

[cavillsbitch]

Are You Sure?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X BAU!Fem!Reader (use of y/n)

Summary: You find yourself in a very precarious situation with your freshly divorced boss…

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI!!! Smut ahead!!! p in v sex, protected sex, detailed descriptions of sex, let me know if i missed any

A/N: This is coming at y’all out of nowhere, I have been stewing on a series and in lieu of me not having time yet to get started on that, this was born. Also, sorry if there are any weird spaces below… mobile app post hehehehehehe. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.3k

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Of all the places you thought you might be this Friday night, naked underneath your boss in his bed wasn’t one of them.

The only thing you could hear was your own panting breath and the soft sound of his hips connecting with yours as he buried himself into you over and over again. You could barely think straight, one hand gripping his sheets and the other holding onto him for dear life. A little while ago, the two of you were out with the team for drinks after a case, and Hotch could tell you weren’t really feeling it. He’d offered to give you a ride home, and somewhere along the way you’d rerouted to his for a nightcap. Neither of you were particularly drunk, but you were thankful for the liquid confidence (and his) when he made the first move. He’d asked repeatedly if it was okay and if you’d wanted him to stop, knowing that he was your boss and that you knew he’d just finalized his divorce from Haley. You seemed to notice his flirting (that Emily and Derek continually pointed out to you, no matter how many times you’d brushed them off and said they were seeing something that wasn’t there) a little bit when him and Haley were separating, but you’d never ever think he was actually attracted to you, let alone to the point where he’d want to sleep with you, and yet…

The feeling of him inside you was more than you could have ever fantasized about (and you did fantasize about it). Not only did he take his time devouring you first, making you come twice with his mouth and fingers, but he made sure you were well enough aroused to be in nothing but total ecstasy when he was ready to fuck you. Every single stroke felt so fucking good. He was perfect. Well… perfectly sized for pleasure. Great in bed. Not perfect. Not… whatever.

“H-Holy… shit, Hotch…” your eyes screwed shut and your jaw fell slack as you heard him chuckle and groan.

“I think… we’re at the point where you can… call me Aaron, darling… don’t you think?” his pace slowed a bit, truthfully because he was close and didn’t want to be finished just yet, but he wanted to give you a moment to respond to him.

You opened your eyes and found his. God, what a dangerous moment. The look is his eye as he lazily fucked into you wasnt anything you could have prepared yourself for. You tried avoiding eye contact this whole time, and you were almost successful. You knew what would happen if you held his gaze, and here you were. You knew you’d be confronted with thoughts that you’d been successfully suppressing for a long while now, thoughts you’d only let brew when you allowed yourself to think about your boss in a way that you knew you had no right to, especially because they began well before he was even separated from his now ex-wife. The desire to open up to him right now about how you feel was right on your tongue. You wanted to tell him how sexy he looked with his hair all messed up, especially from your fingers running through and pulling it as he ate you out. You wanted so badly to tell him that his face looks much better being flushed from sex rather than being flushed from your typical daily compliments. Dare you tell him that you think you love him? What a stupid, stupid idea. You decided that it’s definitely best not to say anything, maybe ever, and just respond to what he asked you.

“Are you…” you stopped to sigh, the pleasure was still too much and you wanted to last for him, “… are you sure?”

You watched his eyes half-lid as he brought your right leg to rest on his shoulder. He leaned down to you further, allowing himself a new angle to thrust into you. His pace picked up again, and this time, you saw fucking stars. You tried, but couldn’t help the loud sound of your pleasure escape from your throat. You’ve never been fucked like this, and you knew he could probably tell, which you decided you’d curse yourself for later.

You could feel the air from his lips as he spoke right next to your ear, “Does it feel like I’m sure, Y/N?”

You nodded quickly, your arms now coming around him under his arms to hold on to his back, surely leaving marks with your nails. “Y-Yes… God Aaron, yes.”

You couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to be affected by your use of his first name, responding with only a low and breathy moan. He drove you so close to your third orgasm, and you could tell he was close too. His name fell from your lips again as you tried to speak, “I’m… Aaron I-I think I’m gonna..”

He panted and kept his pace, “I’ve got you, sweetheart, g-give it to me.”

The moment that your orgasm hit you nearly blinded you for a few seconds. The brightness of the pleasure your body felt was something you were sure was once in a lifetime. It affected your entire body, legs now shaking and back arched against the mattress. The pleasure kept coming as Aaron thrust into you. You didn’t even hear yourself nearly weep as you came, your pussy contracting strongly around Aaron’s rigid cock.

“That’s it, that’s a good… good girl,” Aaron stuttered as he followed close behind you with his own peak. His thrusts became sloppy, still trying to ride you through your high, as he drove into you once more with a loud groan. You whimpered as you came down, still feeling yourself ebb through pleasure as Aaron stayed inside you. The two of you breathed heavily together, locked eyes as Aaron smiled lazily at you. Goddammit. You were so fucked. Fucked.

He gestured toward your leg on his shoulder, silently asking for permission to move you so he could adjust and start to clean himself up. You nodded, trying not to make a sound as his cock left you. You didn’t think you were quite ready to move yet, but you tried to at least scooch yourself up by your elbows to begin coming back to reality.

Aaron stood, taking off the condom while making his way toward the bathroom in his bedroom. You watched him, getting a more normal view of his naked body, and for some reason you felt guilty for looking.

You shook your head, pushing the feeling away as you looked for your clothes on the floor. As you sat up, Aaron came out of the bathroom and grabbed a pair of sweats to put on. You stood, “Do you mind if I…” you gestured toward the bathroom asking silently.

Aaron smiled again, “Of course not, whatever you need. I have extra toothbrushes in the bottom right drawer,” he began walking toward the door with you, showing you, “If you want to shower, I have extra towels here.”

You nodded, deciding that would probably be a good idea. Smiling at him, you thanked him. He held your gaze, brushing your hair behind your ear, and leaned down to kiss you. It was brief, but surprising. He pulled away from you with a goofy looking smirk on his face, leaving you in the bathroom.

-

After your shower, you left the bathroom in a towel, and found your clothes folded nicely on the armchair in the corner of the bedroom. Aaron was in bed, reading glasses on, looking at a file by the light of his bedside table lamp. He looked up to you as you emerged, but you’d already made your way to the pile of clothes and started to get dressed.

“You can borrow something of mine to sleep in, if you need,” he said. You could tell this was his way of asking the question, ‘are you staying?’ and you weren’t sure what your response should be. Obviously he wouldn’t have framed it that way if he didn’t want you to stay, but did he feel obligated to offer? You knew you didn’t really have time to think about it, so you decided not to.

“I think I’m going to call an uber back to my place, actually. I’ve got some things to take care of pretty early tomorrow.”

Aaron was very good at his job. Aaron could absolutely tell that you probably don’t have something to do tomorrow that early, and that you don’t want to stay over. You hope he can also tell that it’s not necessarily because you don’t want to, but because you aren’t 100% comfortable yet, even if you don’t get a chance to become comfortable.

He set down his file and stood, “Let me drive you, don’t pay for an uber.” He made his way to grab a t-shirt and slipped on comfortable slipper-like shoes to wear in the car.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind getting an uber, Aaron, I don’t want to make you leave just to drive me home.”

Grabbing a jacket from his closet, he shrugged it on and walked over toward you. Without warning, he leaned down to your ear, delicately pushing your hair on the opposite side over your shoulder and caging you in with his hand then on the wall behind you, “Does it feel like I’m sure… Y/N?” he smiled at you slyly as he pushed himself off of the wall and walked past you out of the bedroom. You felt heat rise in your tummy and cheeks as you sighed and shook your head. What the hell were you getting yourself into? Following him, you grabbed your bag, slipped on your coat and shoes, and followed him to the car.

-

The short drive to your apartment was overall quiet, but as you were turning the corner onto your street, you knew you had to start the conversation. “Sorry for not staying the night… to be completely honest I wasn’t expecting you to offer.”

Aaron shifted to lean on the center console and nodded, “It’s alright, I know that tonight’s events overall seemed a bit unexpected. Hopefully you’re not dissapointed, though.” You turned to him, noticing the cocky smirk on his lips. Asshole.

You rolled your eyes and he laughed. There was a beat of silence before you spoke again. “Are we… do you want to just act as if nothing happened tonight? At work, I mean… and outside of work if that’s what you want.”

You wanted to smack yourself in the face for letting your thoughts out so freely. Your anxiety surrounding this part of the situation definitely was getting the better of you, and you weren’t sure what he wanted, which made things so much worse. As the car slowed in front of your building, Aaron put the car in park as you waited for his response. You knew he was thinking about what he wanted to say, which obviously made you even more nervous.

“Y/N, I know you realize that… this is a slightly complicated situation.” You nodded, urging him to continue, “I need you to understand that since Haley and I separated… it’s taken a lot of my own will power to keep myself from you.”

Everyone on the team knew that one of its strongest members was its leader, Aaron Hotchner. Hearing him confess that he’s had a hard time keeping himself away from you was a statement you could never have expected. You knew he was flirtatious toward you, no matter how much you denied it to yourself. You knew he was soft for you, you knew he favored you in appropriate ways, and you knew that the team noticed. You just wished that you let yourself see it. Maybe you’d have to start, that is, if he wanted you to.

“I… I loved and still have love for Haley, she is the mother of my son and the woman that I thought I would love for my entire life. Coming to terms with that not being the case has been hard. I would do anything for Jack, you know that. I don’t mean to tell you things you already know, but while things are still being worked out custody wise, and while we work out a way to tell the team and… Strauss, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to pursue you publicly. I need you, though, to understand that I want to when I can, if you’ll let me… and that I’d like to continue to see you privately, if that’s something you want.” Another beat of silence, “I like you… more than I should, more than I care to admit to myself. I think about you, I want to be around you when I can be. I… want you.”

You nodded, trying to hide a smile. “May I speak freely, sir?”

Something in his eyes seemed to darken at the formality, “You may, agent.”

“I want you, I have for a long time. I would really like to continue… whatever this is, whatever you want this to be, however you want to.”

The lustful look in Aaron’s eye turned briefly into fondness, you believe, if you caught it right. He reached for your hand and gave it a light squeeze, “I know this isn’t ideal for you, and I know it will be hard to keep this from the team. Are you sure?”

You adjusted yourself to lean into him and kiss him unexpectedly with fervor, a kiss that made him brace himself on the steering wheel and grasp the back of your head for reassurance. He grunted as you leaned him further back, returning the kiss so fiercely that you had half a mind to ask him inside with you.

You let yourself pull back just slightly to speak, lowly but clearly, “Does it feel like I’m sure, Aaron?”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #hotch #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner smut #hotch smut #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner reader insert

[fallingdownhell]

Hi!! I hope you're doing well🌸

Can I please request Kyojuro, Tengen, Giyuu and Tanjiro reacting to their s/o taking almost lethal hit? On the battlefield or in hospital butterfly mansion

Thank you <3

Hey! I'm doing good, thank you<3 Hope you are doing fine as well!

Sorry it took so long for me to write your request. Still, thank you for sending in one!

Characters: Kyojuro Rengoku; Tomiyoka Giyuu; Tengen Uzui; Kamado Tanjirou

Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; blood and injuries; poison; hurt/comfort; not proof read

Word count: 2,4k words

Hope you enjoy reading!<3

Kyojuro Rengoku

He was out on a mission when he got the message that you were currently at the Butterfly mansion, your condition gradually getting worse

He quickly arranged for some other Slayer to take over for him, then made his way to Shinobu's abode as fast as his feet allowed him to

The entire way over there, he was praying to whoever god was willing to listen to him, that you would get better. That the gods would not take you away from him this early

He knew first hand that the work as a demon slayer was a dangerous one, the impending doom of death always right around the corner for them

every little job, let it be the easiest one on the planet, could lead to their death and everyone was well aware of that

it was precisely for that reason, that Rengoku always thought he would never involve himself in matters of love, the inevitable heartbreak too much for him to handle and he also wouldn't want to put that burden onto anyone else

but as it always is, life got different plans for him, he met you, another fellow slayer, and fell in love with you

Both of you knew about the risks coming with this line of work, so every second spent with the other was the greatest pleasure any of you could ever ask of

Rengoku thought about you the entire way to the butterfly mansion, kept replaying all those happy memories in his head. He couldn't loose you, not yet

When he arrived at the mansion, it was already sunrise. He walked past anyone that came to greet him, he had only two destinations. Your room, and Kocho. Whoever came first didn't matter

And luck seemed to be somewhat at his side, when he saw his fellow Hashira exit a room and taking a deep breath in front of the now closed door

He immediately made his way over to her, asking her about your condition

"They are fine, considering the cirumstances. They lost a lot of blood and almost didn't make it, but they pulled through. Recovery will be long and rough however, so let them rest for now."

Rengoku couldn't even begin to describe the immense feeling of relief that flooded his chest upon hearing this

You would be fine...

He thanked Kocho a good thousand times, before they parted ways and he entered the room you were residing in

You were still unconscious in the bed and you looked pale

He grabbed a chair and placed it next to your bed, gently taking one hand of yours into his, placing a soft kiss to the back

"I'm here, my dear.", he whispered, scared that he somehow could wake you up from your slumber

There were bandages wrapped all around your abdomen, already dyed a red colour again, and you were breathing somewhat heavily

Like Kocho said, you were recovering, but it would be a long road ahead

For the entire time, Rengoku would stay close to you, only accepting missions close by to the butterfly mansion, that he could complete within one day and/or night

The first time you opened your eyes again, he began crying and pulled you into a careful hug

He was so scared.. but now that you're finally awake again, it would only get better..

Tomiyoka Giyuu

This man...

This man is a hard one to crack

Because, even if he was in love with you, he would not show his infatuation with you in the slightest

partially because he can't imagine that someone like you would ever be interested in him, so he just keeps his thoughts and feelings to himself

You would have to insist, constantly enter his own little bubble he created, for Giyuu to warm up to you

Still, the confessing part would fall onto you, because he would stay silent about his feelings his entire life if he had to

He was surprised when you confessed to him and almost turned you down, one reason being this dangerous job, the other reason that he thought he wasn't good enough for you and that you deserved better than him

But in the end, you managed to convince him, and the two of you were a really happy couple, with Giyuu slowly but surely opening up to you more and more, while becoming a bit more expressive around you

So why was it, that now, as the two of you were tackling a mission together for the hundredth time, you got injured under his watch?

The demon you were fighting was a cunning bastard, using poison to quickly deal with his victims. And somehow, during the hectic of the fight, you got stabbed in the chest and and injected with the poison

As Giyuu saw that, he immediately paniced and rushed to your side, getting you out of the dangerous zone

He wanted to run away with you right here and now, to get you treated as quickly as possible, but he also couldn't let that demon continue to run amok in this city

Luckily, they stayed in relative contact with Shinobu due to the demons choice of weapon

Giyuu quickly shouted orders at his crow, telling it to get her as quickly as possible

In the meantime, Giyuu continued to fight the demon, hoping to take it out soon so he could rush over to Shinobu's estate and meet her halfway

He managed to pull it off and behead that demon after some amount of effort and without getting hit by it, but he didn't have time to breath

Giyuu rushed back to your side, realizing that your breathing got a lot more shallow and with more pauses in between

The panic from before returned with full force and he wasted no more time, quickly rushing to get you the help you needed

Luckily, his crow did it's job very effectively as he met Shinobu half way and they rushed you back to her estate to get you treated

She had to test through quite some antidotes until she finally got the right one, managing to get rid of the poison entirely

After that, you slept for a week straight, not waking up even once. And Giyuu stayed by your side the entire time, only leaving your room to get something to eat or use the bathroom. He was too worried about you to leave your side for any longer

He totally blamed himself that you got hurt this badly, you have to reassure him once you wake up again that it wasn't his fault. But he can't help it, he doesn't ever want to loose you

A lot of crying and a lot of comfort is gonna happen when you open your eyes again, so better prepare for that

Tengen Uzui

Three wives were already hard enough to keep up with as it is, so Tengen never even considered the possibility of a fourth spouse joining them in their lives

And yet, when you came along, he almost instantly became interested in you

Not only because of your looks, but you were strong as well, despite not being a slayer for very long yet, and he respected that

however, he didn't want to start anything behind his wives backs, so after some time passed where he got to know you even more, worked on some missions with you, he went to the three of them with a proposal

They were surprised to say the least, not expecting that of him, since he never gave them the impression that he was interested in you in that way

But, as it so happened, they didn't mind it all that much. In fact, they were also quite interested in you. So, the four talked about it for some time, before they all approached you together

You were as surprised as Tengen's wives initially were and needed some time to think it through. Though in the end, you agreed and now, it wasn't four anymore, but five

Under his care, you also quickly rose up in the ranks of the demon slayers, making all of them even more proud of you

however, as always in life, it often makes a turn for the worst just when it seems to be going well

on this particular day, Tengen and his wives were out on a mission, leaving you behind to watch after the estate

The job had been easily dealt with thanks to their combined power and they were soon on their way back, ready to reunite with you

but, as they approached their abode in the dead of night, something felt off to them. No lights were to be seen at all in the house, nothing that indicated you were staying in there

Feeling uneasy, they rushed to get back and were shocked, frozen in place as they entered

The entire interior was a mess, it looked like a fight had taken place

they found you in the living room, blood pooling around your body. Your heart was still beating, but it was weak and the blood loss didn't contribute to your well being

"(Name)!", they screamed as they rushed to your side. Makio and Hinatsuru started examining your body, trying to locate the source of your bleeding, while Suma craddled your head in her lap, trying to get you to wake up

She did succeed, long enough at least for you to tell them what had happened here

"(Name)! What happened? Who did that to you?"

"Upper....moon..", was all you managed to get out before you fell unconscious again

Their faces hardened at your words, but quickly shoved that to the backs of their minds. They could deal with that later. Right now, the only thing that mattered was you not dying

Hinatsuru and Makio continued to put pressure on your wounds. It took some time, but eventually, the bleeding got less and less until it died down all together, so they were finally able to wrap you up with bandages

Then Tengen, who until now had made sure that the rest of the house was safe, carefully picked you up. They gathered a few essential items and then made their way towards the headquarters, where they would stay for the time being, since the estate wasn't a safe place anymore, and where you would be treated

Hinatsuru and the others did some good work on you. Thanks to their efforts, you managed to get back on your feet a lot faster than anyone had anticipated, but you were still out of business for a while

Though in the end, you didn't mind that too much if it meant that you still had a life left to live with them

Kamado Tanjirou

Unlike the other ones, Tanjirou does not have a home base, a place he can always return to when in need of a rest

He is constantly on the move, travelling all over the country, wherever his missions are taking him

he doesn't mind this all that much, though he sometimes misses the comfort of a warm bed that he gets to call his own

however, having you by his side, as you travel with him wherever he goes sure does make it a lot easier

sure he is also grateful to Zenitsu and Inosuke, but it's not the same as with you. You just manage to make him feel better about his situation when he falls into doubt again and he appreciates that very much

so it's understandable that he's absolutely devastated as he witnesses you get injured in front of his eyes, taking a hit that was meant for him when he got distracted for a second

the demons teeth bore into your neck, ripping part of the flesh away and you scream in both sheer terror and pain

you instantly fall to the ground, hand pressing on the wound, trying to keep the blood from coming out, but it's to no use. The bite was too big and you're loosing a lot of blood

Tanjirou, after hearing your agony, slashes at the demon, who jumps back and creates some distance between you and the monster

he looks at the wound and he sees that you're starting to loose consciousness. He knows he has to deal with this demon quickly, otherwise you will die on the spot if you don't get proper care soon. And he absolutely can not let this happen

He asks Nezuko to please help him out and together, they are able to overpower the demon and take him out, but it still took them quite some effort to do so

However, there wasn't much time to celebrate the victory. When he returned to your unconscious body on the floor, a pool of your blood had formed besides your head, your breathing was slow and shallow, as was your heartbeat

There was no time left to waste...

The first thing you noticed upon waking up were the unfamiliar surroundings. This was not a place you have ever visited, a sense of dread starting to creep up in your chest

But then you turned to your side and saw a sleeping Tanjirou next to you, sitting on a chair while his head was resting on your bed. You felt a little more relaxed at the sight, because if he was sleeping here, then that must mean it was a safe place to do so

You smiled and gently shook him a bit, waking him up

Upon realizing that you were awake again, he was ecstatic. He soon told you, that he didn't have the time to get you to the Butterfly estate, so he settled with the local hospital in the city where you were

The staff there was able to take good care of you, your wound was healing nicely and they should be able to release you very soon if you felt up for it

And once you were informed about your condition, Tanjirou then began to profusely apologize to you. After all, that hit was meant for him, not you. He can't even begin to describe how guilty and horrible he feels about it

You have to reassure him that you're fine now and you would gladly take a hit for him again

he brings you in for a gentle hug and you stay like that for a few minutes, just basking in each others presence

After all, you would heal again and be able to tell the tale about how you survived this attack. If that wasn't a story for the books...

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Chapter 16: Those Three Words

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @whatthefishh

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Chapter Summary

You and Steven finally get some one on one time together. There's an unexpected visitor before the night is through.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu (as a deity), talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded, minor mentions of alcohol addiction and depression.

Word Count: 3.2k

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You knocked on the door to Steven’s flat, stomach buzzing with excitement and anxiousness. You exhaled sharply, fidgeting with your fingers while you waited. You heard him on the other side, shouting that he’d ‘be right there’. You heard a crash and the sound of furniture scraping against the wood floor. Did he break something? After hearing the several locks come undone on the other side of the door, you were greeted by your dear Steven, looking just as disheveled as ever, with a dopey smile to match.

“Steven,” you smiled, feeling a lightness in your heart, “Steven…”

“Darling…”

Steven had never been rough with you, but he pulled you against himself as though you were his lifeline, harshly and desperately. His lips melted into yours, noisily as ever, moans rumbling up through his chest and into your mouth. You brought both your hands into his curls savoring the way they felt between your fingers. You sucked on his bottom lip gently, letting it snap back against his teeth.

“Oh I missed you love, I missed you so much,” he said before lifting you and walking you to the bed.

He didn’t want to waste any time being with you, he’d already wasted so much. He dropped you onto the bed, climbing over you, his mouth finding yours again quickly.

“I missed you too, so fucking much,” you breathed, going back for more messy, wet kisses.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, hovering with his lips just above yours. “I’m so,” kiss, “so,” another kiss, “so sorry.”

You grabbed his cheeks between your hands, “don’t ever leave me again Steven or I swear–”

“Never,” he latched his mouth over your neck hungrily, “I’ll never do anything to hurt you again love, I promise.”

You moaned while Steven lapped at your neck, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt and pulling it upward. He broke his mouth off your skin just long enough to get his shirt over his head before going back to latch his needy lips onto your throat.

Steven wanted to taste every inch of your body, devouring you slowly so he’d never forget what it felt like to have you. He’d missed you more than he could say with words. He had to show you, he had to feel you again. He peeled your shirt off, eyes going wide at the sight of your chest. He’d seen it before, of course, but being with you like this again was just as exciting as the first time, as he suspected it would be every time. He put his face down between your tits, groaning as he did and reaching behind your back to get your bra undone.

“God you smell so good darling, smell so…ah–mm.”

He pulled your bra off and immediately cupped your left breast, sucking your nipple in between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. You bit your lip, stifling the moan that threatened to escape. Steven noticed right away and shot his eyes up at you in a daring glare.

“Don’t do that, let me hear your pretty voice love, been too long…”

He moved over to your other breast, focusing on the hardened peak there, pinching the one he’d just abandoned between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned loudly for him, just like he’d asked, and you felt his entire body respond to your sounds. He trembled, a groan coming out of him in a shuddering breath against your skin. You felt his hips roll forward, mouth open against your tit while he moaned, drooling down the sides.

“F-fuck, Steven.”

He peppered you with kisses, trailing from your chest, down over your tummy and stopping right above your skirt.

“Wore this just f’me didn’t you darling?” He pushed the garment up roughly, “you know just what I like, and these little panties…mm,” you heard him make a sound resembling a low growl.

He ran his finger over the thin fabric separating your cunt from his face. He couldn’t believe how wet and eager you were already. There were many things he missed about you, and this was one of them. He pressed his face against your mound, inhaling deeply and then sighing a satisfied exhale.

“S-Steven a-are you…”

He looked at you over your bunched up skirt, “I can’t help it love, call me a freak if you want but…can’t help it.”

He went back in, inhaling again and using his teeth to tease you through the lacy panties covering your beautiful little pussy lips. He missed your taste, sweeter than honey, your smell, more fragrant than the prettiest flowers. Steven put a hand underneath both of your knees and pushed your legs back against your torso, holding them in place with his arm. He then hooked a finger in your underwear and pulled them over your thighs, letting them rest there.

“Missed you too, pretty little thing,” he said to your pussy as though it were a different entity entirely.

He licked a stripe between the lips, gulping as he collected a glob of your slick arousal in his mouth. He exhaled like he’d just had a cool drink of water. He brought his mouth back over your nub, suckling it between his lips and flicking his tongue out, forcing a sharp gasp from your mouth. Steven’s arm pressed more firmly against the backs of your trembling thighs, keeping you folded in half and exposed for him. Both of your hands dropped to the sheets, balling them up in your hands while he slurped over your mound.

“Oh god, Steven, y-yes!”

Steven brought a finger to your entrance, swirling around the hole but not pushing through. He worked over you until his index was coated, bringing the tip of his finger to the tight rim of your lesser used hole. You bit your lip, knowing what he was thinking. He slid his finger into you slowly, made easier by the slick that had trickled down there. You gasped as he moved in further. You could feel the bastard smiling against your folds.

“Steven, oh fuck-oh-god-fuck.”

He started pumping his finger into you faster, enjoying the whimpers falling from your lips. He moved his tongue masterfully over your clit, paying close attention to what made you squirm the most. Your body shook, he loved the way you were so sensitive and responsive to everything he did to you. Your hole clenched around his finger, your thighs tensed under his arm as he kept them in place.

He dragged his tongue through your slit again, slurping up what mess had accumulated there before going back to work on your clit. You felt the unmistakable tingling heat pooling in your core, the overwhelming sensations sending you over the edge faster than ever before. You bit your lip, huffing loudly through your nose.

Steven could feel the way your hole cut the circulation off in his finger when you came. Your cunt throbbed, coating his chin in even more slick arousal than before. He moaned into your pussy, feeling his cock starting to twitch in his pants. Shit, he thought, feeling the cum shooting into his boxer-briefs. His breathing was ragged and wrecked as he bucked his hips forward, embracing the orgasm that he’d tried to put off.

Something about making you come made him feel so good he couldn’t help it. He fed his own moans into your mound, breathing deeply and gliding his clothed cock over the mattress through his climax. Nothing felt as exciting as getting you off, not to Steven anyway.

“Damnit,” he muttered, once you were both finished.

He sat up, letting your shaking legs fall down to the mattress. You smirked and looked at him, recognizing the sated gaze he gave you in return. You looked down and noticed the dark spot on his pants immediately, giggling loudly. You toed off your panties, which still sat around your knees. 

“Come here,” you said, holding out your arms to him, and he complied, crawling up to lay on the pillows next to you.

Steven put his toned arms around your torso, pulling your bare chests together in a tight embrace. He kissed your nose before slotting his lips over yours, still tasting like your arousal mixed with his own signature flavor. You could’ve stayed like that forever, wrapped in each other’s arms without a care in the world.

“Steven…” you said, looking up at him longingly.

“Yes darling?” He said, looking at you with that deep hooded gaze that made your toes curl.

“I love you,” you said softly, brushing a curl from where it’d fallen into his eyes.

Steven’s heart stopped beating in his chest. His mouth fell open and he just stared at you. His mind was buzzing, not only with his thoughts, but Jake and Marc were there too. They weren’t supposed to be, they’d said they would give Steven his time, but you saying those words had sparked something in their head. 

“Y-you…sorry what?”

“She said she loves you pendejo, say it back!”

“You too!” Steven shouted in a panic. You jumped, resulting in both of you giggling foolishly. “I’m sorry, Jake was…he was yellin’ at me and it took me off guard.” You both sighed while your laughter settled. Steven cupped your cheek, looking affectionately into your eyes, “I love you too.”

You kissed him deeper, fumbling with the buttons of his trousers while you did. It was easy to let go of all the things he’d done and said go when you were there with him. You loved the way he felt about you, as though it spilled out of his body with every sweet word and permeated the air around you. Steven truly did love you. Despite his mistakes, despite the break up, and despite everything else, he loved you.

“You know we still have to tell her about Egypt, hermano.”

Steven ignored Jake, not wanting to ruin this reunion with more nonsense. He would tell you later when he had the chance. Your hands worked to unbutton his pants and get them pulled down. He did the rest of the work, sliding the cum soiled clothing off his legs and tossing it aside.

You felt Steven’s softened cock with your hand, brushing your fingertips against his balls and holding the other bits in your palm. Even when he wasn’t aroused, his member felt heavy and large in your hand. Steven brought his hand between the two of you moving your hand out of the way and jerking his palm around his flaccid dick.

“Kiss me, love,” he urged, as though you hadn’t been doing that all along.

You got more passionate, moaning into the kiss and tangling your fingers in his hair. You made a point of rubbing your hard nipples against his chest and rolling your hips against where his fist was at work, trying to bring his cock back to life. He whined into you, muttering ‘that’s it, yes, keep going’, on repeat. You felt him getting harder, the fat tip once again hungry and searching for your cunt to plunge into.

Steven was shaking with excitement again, staying parallel to you as he lifted your leg and shifted his hips to guide his member to your impossibly slick entrance. His lips never left yours as he slipped inside, choking on his moans as he felt your walls flutter around him in response. He started thrusting, enjoying the softness of your voice as you whined into every kiss.

“Jake did such a good job stretchin’ you out for us, didn't he love? Doesn’t hurt like it did before, does it?” Steven’s mouth trailed over your jaw and down to your neck. “Still s-so tight though.”

You reached your hand to Steven’s which was still wrapped around the other side of your leg, keeping it pulled up so he could fuck into you harder. You laced your fingers with his, to which you felt him smile against your lips. Nothing had ever felt as right to you as having Steven in your arms.

Steven hadn’t forgotten how good it felt to be inside of you, but he sure did miss how good it felt. Your tight little cunt took him so well, just like it had the first time he felt it. He felt your hand in his and cherished the way his whole body felt alive with you embracing him. Now that he had you back, he wasn’t going to let anything change that. He damned himself for ever pushing you away in the first place. He didn’t care if he had to quit his job as your professor, he was never walking away from you again.

“Oh my g-god Steven!” You cried out as his teeth made contact with your neck, sucking the skin through his lips and biting down gently.

“Missed those pretty sounds you make t-too, missed-all-of-it.”

He punctuated each word with a thrust, his movements getting more desperate and ragged with every pass. Your fingers dug into his skin resulting in a moaning gasp from his lips. Steven, always so messy, started drooling down your neck and chest while he mouthed at your body. He was whimpering so loudly you could hardly hear your own sounds over his.

“That’s it love, that’s it. You’re-so-fuckin’-wet-I–!” He grunted, “oh…you hear that?” He slowed down, sliding back until he was about to fall out and then moved forward again slowly until he was flush against your hips. “Such a soaking wet mess, all f’me darling.”

He sped up again, pumping into you at an unforgiving pace. You cried out, voice wavering with every slam of his hips against yours. You held onto him tightly while he jackhammered forward, huffing into your ear as he did. You felt a shift in his body, and he pushed you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs hurriedly. He hunched forward, angling himself so he could get deeper, bottoming out inside of you.

Steven was mesmerized, watching your tits bounce with every forward snap of his hips. He leaned down, never slowing his pace, taking one of your peaked breasts in his mouth. You gasped at the new sensation, arching your chest and holding the back of his head in place over you. He smacked his lips over your nipple, nibbling with his teeth gently. His free hand worked its way to your hip, grabbing tightly to keep you in place.

“S-Steven I–! Oh shit!”

You came again right then, walls contracting around every inch of his cock while he fucked you through it. You felt him too, spilling his hot spend into you, breathing noisily as he did. He squeezed your body so tight you thought you might break while his length throbbed inside of you, stretching you wider with every shot of warmth it had. You both felt empty and weak when you were done, collapsing on the bed next to each other heavily.

“That was…oh god love that was…”

“Amazing,” you said softly, finishing his sentence.

“Yeah.”

You both laid there for several moments before a loud grumble erupted from your stomach. You hadn’t eaten properly all day, nerves making it nearly impossible for you to find anything appetizing. Steven chuckled when he heard it.

“I hear you tummy,” he laughed, leaning over and kissing just above your navel, “don’t worry, I’ll take care of you too.”

“You’re a dork,” you couldn’t help but laugh as well, kissing the top of his head.

“I’ll go get takeout. You just stay put, alright?” He tapped your nose.

You nodded with the dumbest smile on your face. Steven kissed your lips softly once more before hopping off the bed, dressing himself quickly and leaving the apartment to get some food for your grumbling stomach. You sighed and fell back onto the bed, smiling stupidly to yourself. Your mind was buzzing with excitement, thinking about Steven…but you also couldn’t help your thoughts from wandering to Jake as well. You wondered if he would ever make an appearance again, or if he would be too worried about upsetting you even further.

If you were being honest with yourself, you did want to see Jake again. You wanted to know more about the mystery man who helped bring you and Steven back together. You thought about the kiss on the park bench, the way his lips felt so desperate to stay on yours despite him pulling back from you. Your heart pounded in your chest. Was it possible to love both of them at the same time? Would Steven be alright with that? You didn’t even know how to begin navigating this whole thing.

After a few more moments, you got off the bed. You rifled through Steven’s drawers, finding a shirt to put on and sliding your underwear back over your legs. It didn’t take long for you to find something to watch on the television. Steven had the history channel still up and you knew it would probably be a good idea for you to try and absorb some of it, considering your attendance had been spotty at best.

In an hour he returned, you heard the paper bag rustling as he walked to the kitchen, dropping the meal on the table. You smiled, excitement fluttering through your body at the thought of food…and seeing Steven again. You felt so silly, being so smitten like that, but you couldn’t help it. There was a reason you went back to Steven, and why you’d never walk away again. You were in love with him. It was that simple, and that complicated all at once.

You walked to the kitchen and he was standing there back to.

“You gonna make me wait until I starve to death or…oh.”

You realized immediately that Steven wasn’t fronting. When he turned around, you were met with Marc’s face. It was still so remarkably like and unlike Steven’s all at once. Their facial features were the same, of course, but their expressions…they were so vastly different.

“Marc…” you said softly.

He looked you up and down, scowling and looking like he wanted to throw you out of the flat on your ass, and if he didn’t care about Jake and Steven at all, he would’ve. He didn’t know if he could say he hated you, but you were making things so, so complicated, and Marc liked to keep things safe, easy, and simple. He looked you over. Objectively speaking you were pretty. He could see why the other two liked you.

Is…is that my… he thought to himself, and he felt his breath catch in his chest. Why was that the thing that made his hardened exterior falter? It was just you…wearing his shirt…in your underwear…without a bra on. Was it cold in there?

He sighed, trying to compose himself, “is that my shirt?”

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quinn brings her home

quinn hughes x fem!woc! reader 

warnings: not proofread! swearing & kissing

there’s not a single summer that goes by where quinn is taken. sure he’s had his flings and casuals, but none of them were ever real. 

you were real. 

you were everything to quinn hughes. 

you and quinn had met about ten months ago after a devastating loss against his brother’s team, the devils. he was sulking. pouting and whining over this loss. he begged his parents to come to vancouver to watch it knowing they’d say yes. anything for their boys right? 

he felt like a failure. a loser. he knew jack was always number one but he- 

you know what, that is beside the point. 

he saw you dancing with your friends. happy and glowing. he was envious. the jealousy of feeling happy. he wanted to have an ounce of your joy. 

you noticed he was staring but pretended you didn’t see him. in all honesty you wanted to walk over there and ask him what he wanted. 

you knew better. 

that was until he finally approached you and asked you what your name was. 

- 

“you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen,” he slurs lightly tipsy from downing too many shots to count. 

“oh my gosh,” you cant help but belt out a laugh. he was so cute coming over here all flushed and excited to talk to you. you felt heat build in your belly. 

“i’m y/n,” you smile stepping closer to him so you could hear over the loud music. 

“y/n” he whispers giggling to himself. “pretty, im huggy” 

“huggy,” you giggle with raised brows. he smiles and blows you a kiss. 

“ok.. it’s actually quinn,” he smiles leaning on the bar. 

you ask to dance. 

he nods. 

you and quinn dance all night before parting ways. you give him your number and hope he texts or calls. or even remembers you. 

of course he did. 

- 

you watch the trees go by while looking through the windows of quinn’s jeep. he squeezes your thigh getting your attention. you look over and smile at him. 

“penny for your thoughts?” he questions. 

“nothing much,” you smile tapping your fingers against his hand on your thigh. 

he stares foward not saying anything. knowing you are lying. he understands your fears. he wants you to share your frustration with him. 

“quinn, im not like the usual girls you bring home,” you say shakily. feeling the knot in your throat you feared you never had to feel again. 

quinn flinches at the use of his name and not baby or babe. 

“sweetheart, i didn’t bring anyone home. well- let me rephrase that,” you giggle lightly at his nervous antics. 

“look, you are the first girl i’ve brought home. sure other’s have met my brother’s but that’s not important. i want you to meet my parents, cousins, and home town friends. i want them to know you. you are everything to me. i need them to know that,” he answered blushing at his own feelings. 

you feel a tear slide down your cheek. you wipe it before speaking. 

“god you’re so romantic,” you mused bringing his hand to your mouth to kiss it softly. 

“i love you y/n,” he whispers seriously. 

“i love you more huggy,” you beamed. 

- 

okay maybe quinn’s little speech in the car was super cute and made you feel extremely loved. this was not going to be easy. you are a woman of color. this is like white people central. we don’t date nhl players they don’t usually like us! 

you looked down at your hands feeling like you’re floating. quinn helps you out of his lifted jeep and you smile up at him fixing your sundress that road up in the car. 

he kisses your cheek before pulling you in front of him so he could walk behind you and hold you securely. 

“quinn!” a woman’s voice shoutes from across the yard. his smile grows. 

you know that she is his mother. you tense at the sight. she gets closer and you take a deep breath. 

“hey ma,” quinn gushes holding you close to his side while hugging his mom. 

she looks over at you and her eyes soften. 

“you must be miss y/n,” she says looking you in the eyes. “you are stunning dear, my goodness,” she praises looking up at quinn. 

he beams with pride kissing the side of your head before ellen agrees to head inside with you two. 

as the night progressed you had met jim, jack and his posse, luke and luke’s best friend dylan. they were all really nice and were very kind. none of them seemed uncomfortable and treated you like family right away. 

- 

you sat out on the patio staring at the moon as it shines down on the giant lake. you grab your glass of wine and sip it. you hear the patio door open but make no move to see who it is as you assumed it was quinn.

“hey sweetie,” you look up wide eyed at ellen who comes and sits next to you. 

“hi,” you cautioned nervous you’d fuck up. 

“i hope you are feeling welcomed, we were really excited to meet you.” she smiles widely.

“you are all quinn talks about when he calls, no hockey. you first. always.” she laughs and you join her blushing at this new information. 

“he would just gush about how happy you make him and how much he feels loved and secure,” she trembles a little bit. 

“thank you for loving him, he deserves this kind of love,” you nod biting your lip holding back tears. “you know he’s never brought a girl home to michigan,” 

you laugh remembering he said that earlier. 

“yes, he might have mentioned it,” 

she smirks and grabs your hands. “is this okay?” she questions before officially grabbing your hands. you smile and nod letting her hold them. 

“we are so happy you are here, honest to god,” she beams softly. 

- 

“hey pretty girl,” quinn smiles watching you walk into his room. you plop down on his bed and groan into the blanket.

he chuckles tapping your head. you look up and smile dumbly at him.

“thank you for bringing me here,” you praise crawling up towards him. when you reach him you climb onto his lap straddling him.

he places his large hands on your hips rubbing softly on the exposed skin between your shorts and tank top. he kisses your jaw softly moving closer to your lips. he pulls away slowly looking at you with loving eyes.

“i plan on bringing you home everytime,” he smiles placing a soft yet firm kiss on your lips. you giggle and grab his face deepening the kiss.

you stomach growls. there’s silence untjl you both let out load laughs.

“c’mon baby let’s get you fed,” quinn laughs patting your thighs.

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[anniemika]

Just the two of us

Eren Jaeger x Mikasa Ackerman

…..

“I love you.”

He’s choking. His throat burns from the alcoholic drink he just chugged down, and even though he tries to maintain some kind of composure while doing his best not to die from lack of breathing, it’s still unbelievably hard.

His mind’s not working properly. It repeats the sentence over and over, and still, it can’t quite comprehend what the words’ actual meanings are. Maybe he didn’t hear her correctly. It’s pretty crowded, the music’s loud, and Jean and Connie can’t talk to anyone without yelling because of their intoxicated state. So, it must be that.

One thing his brain’s insisting on is not looking at her. It sends him the same signals it does when there’s danger surrounding him, and because of his military life, those signals have become as quick as lightning, and yet, they couldn’t detect her and how close she’s sitting next to him. Never mind her slurpy voice and the sweet mix of her rosey smell with the tinge of alcohol.

But his heart says otherwise. So, when he finally stops choking, his head is turning towards her. And god, what a mistake it is.

“What?” The last letter of the word gets lost somewhere along the way because he’s seeing her up close and dear god, she’s the most beautiful thing in the whole world. With her flushed cheeks and big butterfly lashes, her white skin looking like the softest cotton that he wants to touch so desperately, but refrains himself from. It’s torture, it’s always been, ever since he found out he only had 8 years left to live and the realaziton that one day she would be living her life without him became a reality.

Eren’s known all kinds of pain and sorrow throughout his short life, but the greatest one yet has to be the fact that he’ll never get the chance to grow old with Mikasa. He was going to have to leave her, it was going to happen soon, and it wasn’t going to be by choice.

And still, right here, right now, in this crowded and chaotic moment, Mikasa's words cut through all the noise and chaos, reaching deep into his very soul. The weight of her confession hits him like a tidal wave, crashing against the walls he had built to protect himself from the pain of their inevitable separation.

His mind races, trying again and again to process the significance of her words. Does she truly mean it? Does she understand the gravity of what she's saying? Or is it just the alcohol talking, clouding her judgment and leading her to say things she may regret later?

“I- I said that,” she hiccups, her voice soft and vulnerable. Readjusting herself, she leans in even closer, her eyes searching his for a response, “I love you.”

He gulps, his heart threatening to burst inside his rib cage. It’s true. It must be true. This means the future is not set in stone. She said it twice. She has to mean it, she must mean it-

“And not just as family, but as..”, he notices her cheeks have gotten so red, it would’ve been alarming if he didn’t know how shy of a person she was. She struggles to find the words she so desperately wants to express, and Eren can see that.

“As a.. lover.” She finally stammers, her voice barely audible above the surrounding noise.

Eren's breath catches in his throat, his mind reeling. A lover. The words hang in the air, heavy with the untold emotions they’ve been hiding for years.

A mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy floods Eren's senses. He reaches out, gently cupping her flushed cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft skin.

“Mikasa,” his voice has a sense of urgency that catches her off guard, “Come with me.”

Her pretty brows scrunch in response, “Huh?”

He decides there is no time for an explanation. He grabs her by the hand, helping her up, then leads her outside, while she struggles to keep up with his pace.

“Eren, where are we going?” But she doesn’t get a response. Eren's grip tightens around Mikasa's hand as they rush through the hundreds of tents, their surroundings becoming a blur. He doesn't have the words to explain, but his actions speak volumes. There is an urgency in his movements, a determination to create a space where they can be alone, away from prying eyes and distractions.

Finally, they arrive at a quiet park overlooking the sea, where only the sound of crashing waves fills the air. Eren stops abruptly, turning to face Mikasa, who looks back at him with a perplexed look on her face.

A heart beat later, Eren closes the remaining distance between them, his lips pressing against Mikasa's with a hastiness that takes her breath away. Mikasa's initial shock gives way to a wave of longing and surrender, her hands instinctively finding their place on Eren's broad shoulders. Their bodies press against each other, fitting together like two halves of a whole, as if they were always meant to be this close.

The world around them fades into insignificance, leaving only the intoxicating bliss of this moment. A moment that should’ve happened long ago.

As their lips finally part, they remain locked in a breathless embrace, their foreheads resting against each other. With his eyes still closed, Eren finds the strength to whisper, “I didn’t want this to happen in front of everyone.” He pulls her even closer, “I wanted it to be just the two of us.”

Mikasa can only nod, too overwhelmed by what just happened between them. When they lock their eyes, determination burns brightly within Eren’s greens.

“I want to be with you. I want us to-“, he finds it difficult to put into words all that he feels, all that he wants, but he knows that Mikasa understands. She always understood him, even when he couldn’t find the right words to express himself.

“I just… I love you too, Mikasa.” Eren finally finds the courage to say them, the same words she had effortlessly spoken moments before. The words that had been nestled inside his heart ever since they first met, and now, he couldn't hold them back any longer.

Mikasa never notices the tears falling down her cheeks as she stares at the man in front of her almost in disbelief.

“Hey.. don’t cry.” He gently swipes his thumb across her cheekbone to gather her tears, “It’s okay.”

She tries to find her breath, looking up at his beautiful eyes, and then it hits her. This is actually happening between them. A radiant smile spreads across her face, lighting it up. . “I’m just.. I’m happy.” She wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. “Oh, Eren, I’m so happy!”

He buries his face into the crook of her neck, before whispering, “Me too.”

Time seems to stay still. They both know that this moment would forever be etched in their memories, a turning point in both of their lives.

After a while, Mikasa pulls away to look at his face again, “I’m sorry.. I didn’t meant to confuse earlier-“

Knowing what she’s about to say, he stops her in her tracks, “Shh, hey, no apologies. You’ve always been braver than me.”

She quickly shakes her head, “There’s no one braver than you.”

He gives her a small chuckle, then plants a soft kiss on her cheek, “Yes, there is. You proved it tonight. You shared your feelings with me.”

Mikasa’s cheeks flush apple red as she hides her face in his chest. She can’t believe this is real. And yet, as she clings to him, she realizes it couldn’t be more true. She presses her cheek against his rushed heartbeat, and if it was possible to die of joy, she thinks it might happen to her any second.

“Mikasa?”

His voice breaks her thoughts, causing her heart to skip a beat.

“Will you run away with me?”

…..

I just needed to write something for them. It’s probably not the best but I felt the need to write something a bit lighter given all the heartbreak we’ve been put through that last couple of days. I have never felt the raw emotions I’ve felt for this couple with any other characters in fiction. I’m thinking about writing some cabin content soon, btw. Hope you like this little thing. Bye❤️🗝️🧣

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[mixakuu]

But You Already Knew, Cause My Six Eyes Told You.

You felt it in your heart that he was gone.

The man that you love, was no more.

I’ve already lost two of my husbands (Geto and Nanami) so now I’m writing about you losing yours. ⚠️TW! Implied death, LOTS of angst no comfort! MANGA SPOILERS!

This will be posted on both my Tumblr and AO3! Follow me on AO3 @mxxdygrizzle for more <3

You felt it in your heart that he was gone.

You were standing by the kitchen counter, cutting tomato’s for a meal you two can enjoy when he comes home, that’s when you knew.

You felt a ping in your heart that you didn’t want to let go.

Because it was the cold harsh truth. Panic fills you like a thunderstorm. The man you love ever so much is gone. “What is this feeling?!” You kept asking yourself.

But you already knew.

Because on one summer evening, when the sky was a little too beautiful, and the moment was a little too perfect, he told you;

“If I were to ever die y/n, my six eyes will let you know.”

You told him to not say stuff like that, that he wouldn’t ever die, like that wasn’t even an option for him.

Yet he had every opportunity in the world to.

And now you’re here, just shy of 5 months later of when he told you those damaging words. With your eyes stinging, ears ringing, cheeks crimson, and soaked with your solemn tears.. angry to have ever heard those egregious words.

But a part of you is oh so grateful that he did.

Because you wouldn’t want to hear it from anyone else but him, first.

But as you clench your fist, already had dropped the knife on the kitchen counter, you pace back and forth between the hallway of your shared apartment with him. It starts to feel like the whole world is spinning around you.

You hold onto your stomach for dear life, knowing something is wrong. That’s when all of your senses hit you full force like a freight train. You could smell his clothes that are hung on his side of the closet, you could taste the type of shampoo that he uses, oh god his hair. His soft, winter white hair… that you know you'll never be able to touch again. You won’t be able to feel his warmth. His touch. His soul.

The way that he laughs at you when you do something silly. Oh that stupid laugh. If only you could hear it one last time.

Or the way that he says he loves you….

Your knuckles began to turn white as you grasp onto yourself even tighter. You were just waiting for the door to open. To hear him come in and start laughing at you for getting all worked up.

That this was all a mistake, a false alarm…

That’s when you get a call. That damn. dreadful. call.

Your phone vibrates on the couch, the only sound to fill the room other than your soft cries. You walk quickly over to the phone, hoping it Satoru

your, Toru.

And to have him tell you he'll be late from work again and that he’s sorry for the millionth time. That you can get mad at him once again for being so late for dinner and all you have to think about is how to explain to him why you were crying, because when hearing your sadden voice he would know.

But no, oh no,

it wasn’t him.

And like a smooth melody playing in your ears,

the beat finally drops.

Only,

it’s your heart.

Knowing who it is however, you pick up the phone. You take a deep breath and say “Hello…”

“We’re so sorry y/n but we’re here to let you know that Sa….”

You don’t even get to hear his name before screaming at the top of your lungs.

Because you knew.

You already knew.

But you would’ve anyways.

No matter the time, day, or situation.

Because of that six eyes of his,

telling you goodbye and I love you, one last time.

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Alr hear me out, the service top lucifer with a very insecure reading. (Fem or GN) like he has to coax the reader to like open up (God damn I'm blushing thinking abt it-). Maybe even having to like talk them into even taking thier clothes off. Just a little idea stuck in my head.

Thank you very muchly.

Ooooooohh you’re giving me IDEAS (tbh I’d be the same boat)

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✨Opening Up✨

Lucifer x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, service top!Lucifer

It has become evident that I am unable to write anything concise 😅

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I MEANT TO POST THIS DAYS AGO 😭😭

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You sat upright on Lucifer’s king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.

Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your sleep shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.

"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."

"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."

Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."

"O-Ok," you stuttered.

"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.

You shook your head. "No."

"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"

You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.

"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.

Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes staggered. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth had never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.

"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldn’t help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. “Like what you see?” Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.

"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.

Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."

"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.

“Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh,” he spoke with a soothing tone. He removed himself from your lap and sat down next to you, embracing you in his arms. “It’s okay, angel, it’s ok. I upset you and I’m sorry, I never want to be the reason you cry.” He rested his head on top of yours while you clung to his chest. The scent of him hit your nostrils, it was like breathing in a warm spring day. Purely intoxicating. It calmed you down, you started to breathe normally again. You felt safe in his arms, you could have stayed there for the rest of your life.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, your tears finally drying. “Thank you, Lucifer,” you murmured. He gave you a tight squeeze before you lifted yourself back up, sitting at his hip and leaving your head on his shoulder. “You weren’t the reason I was sad, you know? You never have been.”

Lucifer turned his head to you, “Really? Then why-?”

“Because I’m afraid,” you quickly responded. “I’m afraid that I’m not good enough for you. That I never will be. You’re the all mighty Lucifer, King of Hell. You have so much strength and power and respect. And I’m…I’m just me.” You sighed and pulled your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Darling?,” Lucifer spoke at last. He brought himself in front of you on all fours and placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him in his scarlet eyes. “ “Just you” is perfect. You don’t need to be anything but yourself! I understand what you’re feeling, and it’s okay to express that. But please know that I love you just the way you are. You are my true strength.”

You chuckled softly, leaning into his hand that was now pressed against your cheek. You took his words to heart; he loved you. He loved you so much. You had to show him that you felt the same way. You drew in a few quick and deep breaths before reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt.

“Wait, wait, what are you-” Lucifer tried to say, but you were too fast. Your shirt disappeared from your body and was tossed across the room. Silence filled the space, the only thing you could hear was your heart threatening to burst through your chest.

It was at that moment you noticed you couldn’t see Lucifer’s face. His hands had flown up to block his view of you.

“Lucifer?” you called to him.

“Y-You didn’t have to do that, love,” he stuttered. “I never wanted you to feel that you had to-”

“Please look at me, Luci,” you pleaded. “I love you. And I trust you. Let me show you. Please.”

You saw Lucifer’s hands slowly fall away from his hands, his eyes still screwed shut. “Are you sure?” he asked softly.

You leaned in to plant a kiss on his soft lip. Lucifer’s eyes shot open in surprise, you pulled away before he had a chance to react. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you saw him staring at you. Your first instinct was to cover yourself and shy away, but you pushed those feelings deep down. You were going to be vulnerable, you needed to be brave. Not just for him, but for yourself. You gripped the bed sheets so hard that you felt your nails digging into your skin through the silk.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer had snapped out of his trance. He started to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, only stopping when his lips were inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath on you, you were finding it more and more difficult to keep your composure.

“You…are breathtaking,” he cooed, crashing his lips into yours hungrily. His tongue begged for entrance to your mouth, and you happily allowed it. You felt yourself slowly drifting down onto your back as you and Lucifer desperately devoured each other. He pulled away from your lips, trying to catch his breath, but you noticed he wasn’t looking into your eyes. His attention had drifted a little further down. He swallowed hard.

“May I?,” Lucifer asked breathlessly. Your face felt extremely hot and you couldn’t find the power to speak, so instead you nodded your head vigorously. He gave you a cheeky grin before lowering his mouth down onto one of your nipples. The noise you made sounded more high pitched than you meant it, but God, did it feel amazing! His tongue worked one nipple as his hand played with the other. You loved the sensation of him sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, the tiny bites from his teeth driving you insane. He rolled your other nipple between his two fingers, the pinches he gave sent your brain into overdrive. You never knew how sensitive you were, but Lucifer was more than happy to service you.

All of a sudden you noticed a different sensation, you felt something press against your inner thigh, dangerously close to your clothed pussy. It took your brain a few seconds to realize what was happening.

“Uhh, Lucifer, a-are you…”, you mumbled. Lucifer looked up from your chest with a puzzled face. “I can feel umm, I-I can feel your uhh…”, you didn’t know why you couldn’t say it. Maybe you were too embarrassed, which seemed silly considering what position you found yourself in. You pointed down towards your pants where Lucifer was wedged.

“Oh…OH,” Lucifer exclaimed pushing himself from you and onto his knees. “Oh my gosh, I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you could uhh, feel that…please forgive me!”

Seeing him so flustered somehow calmed some of the nerves you had before. It was cute, really. Demon overlord Lucifer getting embarrassed about unintentionally pushing his hard on against your thigh. You let out a small giggle.

"It's alright, Luci," you chuckled. "I'm flattered, really!"

Lucifer smiled, placing his hand behind him to rub the back of his neck. "I'm still sorry about that, love. I'm a little embarrassed."

“Well,” you breathed, “I guess it’s only fair that I embarrass myself too then, right?” Without warning, you grabbed the waistband of your pants and ripped them off along with your panties in one fell swoop. You laid naked in front of Lucifer, whose whole face had turned a shade of red you’ve never seen before.

“Ffffuck,” was all Lucifer could muster. You watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall, attempting to regain his thoughts. Looking at you, it was plain to see how soaked you were.

“Like what you see?,” you teased. Lucifer nodded his head eagerly, still at a loss for words. You lifted your hand and curled your finger, beckoning him to you. Obediently, Lucifer crawled on the bed towards you with no reservations. “You’re not the only one that’s worked up here. Now we’re even.”

“My love, please…” Lucifer whined, “please let me taste you.”

"Don't you...wanna get more comfortable first?," you asked him, knowing the problem in his pants had probably only gotten worse for him.

"Not until I've had my fill of you, sweetheart," he smiled before forcing his head between your legs. The moan you let out was guttural, almost feral, he lapped your folds like a starving man. He took long, drawn out licks up your slit before focusing on your clit. His lips kissed and sucked on your sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure throughout you entire body. You couldn't pull away if you tried, he had wrapped his arms under your legs so you couldn't escape his assault on your cunt.

"Sh-shit, oh-oh my God Lucifer, FUCK," you moaned. You could feel a smile form on his face as this seemed to have made him pick up the pace. You screamed from his tongue darting in and out of you, feeling so close to snapping. Your thighs started to fold in on his head and you grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to regain some assemblance of control. “Fuckfuckfuck, mmmm…gonna c-cum, aaggghh, gonnacumgonnacum!” Lucifer’s tongue relentlessly circling your clit finally caused your body to spasm, your orgasm causing you to scream out in pleasure. Lucifer didn’t stop though, he let you ride out your orgasm and hungrily devoured your release. Once you finally came down from your high, Lucifer lifted his face from between your legs and flashed you a toothy grin, seemingly quite proud of his work.

“You alright, darling?,” he asked innocently, almost pretending like he wasn’t the cause of what you had just experienced.

“Y-yeah, I’m…I’m fine,” you breathed. “Just…Jesus, that was intense! Give me a little warning before you go all in on me like that again!”

Lucifer laughed. “I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t help myself.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, I’m sure you couldn’t. Now, let’s get these off you, hmm?,” you said tugging at his pants.

Lucifer stood up from the bed quickly. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. From the outlines of his briefs, you were surprised that they could contain him at all. Before he could pull at the hem, you jumped off the bed to stop him.

“Allow me,” you offered, getting on your knees in front of him. You reached up and grabbed onto his briefs, snaking them down his legs. His cock sprang free of its cage and hung in front of your face, its tip already leaking. Without thinking, your wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Lucifer let out a moan that you’ve never heard before, filled with absolute lust and need. You took one of your hands and grabbed the base of his shaft, slowly stroking up and down while your mouth continued to work on his head. You ran small licks against the slit, tasting and lapping all of the precum that was forming. You loved the taste of him.

“Love…f-fuck,” Lucifer panted, trying to fight through his moans, “if you don’t s-stop now, I-I’m gonna cum. I wanna…wanna feel you. P-Please…”

Reluctantly, you pulled your mouth away from his cock with a *pop*, pouting slightly. Lucifer leaned down to grab your torso and tossed you onto the bed like you were made of paper mache. That angelic strength of his always caught you off guard. Lucifer crept between your legs, planting a tender kiss on your lips.

“I promise,” he whispered against your lips, “next time you can finish what you started, but right now I need you. Need to feel you.” Lucifer brought his fingers to your needy cunt, feeling the slickness of your folds. Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation. He took his other hand and lined up the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Are you ready, my angel?,” he asked softly.

You grinned and nodded your head. With that, Lucifer closed the space between you once more with a fiery kiss as his cock entered you inch by inch. Your cries mixed with his as he finally entered you completely.

“You feel…amazing, darling, fuck…” Lucifer choked out. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you murmured, “I-I’m okay. You can move.”

“Anything for you,” he smiled. Lucifer slowly began to rock his hips into you, his cock filling you up completely with each thrust. You could feel every inch of him ruining your pussy, hitting just the right spot every time. It didn’t take long for his pace to become erratic and uneven. He buried his cock deep inside you, both of your moans filling the room.

“Lu-Lucifer, o-oh shit, Lucifer, I-I’m so close,” you pleaded. “Please don’t stop, p-please don’t.”

“Cum for me, darling. Wanna feel you cum.” Lucifer groaned. He bit down on your should as he continued to pound into you, biting and sucking your tender skin. You were shaking, he was going too fast, you were coming undone.

“Cuminme…FUCKCUMINME,” you screamed and wrapped your legs around him as your orgasm flooded over you. You felt your walls pulsating around his cock, it was too much for Lucifer to handle. You heard him cry out and felt him twitch inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.

Coming down from your highs, you both laid there for a moment trying to catch your breath. You played with Lucifer’s hair as he laid across your chest, completely worn out. A minute or two passed before Lucifer sat up and pulled himself out of you. He laid down next to you, staring at your flushed face.

“Are you alright?,” he asked. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” you smiled. “That felt…really good. Thank you, for everything.”

Lucifer hummed and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “No, thank you, love.”

You chuckled returning the kiss. “Would…you mind if I held you, Luci?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, but he smiled wide. “Of course not, I’d love nothing more.”

Lucifer rolled on his side, giving you the chance to push your body against his back and wrap your arms around him. You both didn’t move until the morning.

~~~~

Hope you enjoyed my second attempt at NSFW content lmaooooo

AND YEAH I MADE HIM THE LITTLE SPOON, IT’S WHAT HE WOULD WANT

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[barnesafterglow]

irresistible 

summary: you and matt can't stand each other. that doesn't mean you can keep your hands to yourself

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: lawyer!reader, hate sex but also is it really, light bondage, fingering, this fic was written at my job

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“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Foggy said as soon as you stepped into the office.

“Lovely to see you too, Franklin,” was your response as you breezed by him, knowing exactly where you were going.

“Matt is -”

“I don’t care,” you cut him off as you walked into Matt’s office, calmly closing the door behind you.

You heard the crash of something and had to assume he had done something unsightly to the coffee cup that had previously been in his hand, and it pulled a small smile at you - you could get under his skin like no other, and it was a point of pride for you.

Matt was on the phone when he heard you enter, stopping his pacing momentarily before continuing, completely ignoring your existence.

That was fine; you never expected it to be easy.

You waited patiently for Matt to finish his phone call, leaning with your back against the door. Hearing a creak on the other side, you kicked the sturdy wood with the back of your heel, and there was a muffled curse you knew was Foggy, because he had been trying to eavesdrop before there was even anything to eavesdrop on.

Finally, Matt hung up the phone and turned to face you, leaning forward on his desk with his hands. You took him in - the strong forearms where his sleeves were rolled up, the dip of his collarbone where his tie had been long discarded, the shadow of stubble along his jaw that you knew meant he hadn’t shaved in a couple days. Had probably been too busy running in the circles you created. You also saw the way his jaw clenched just from being in your presence.

It was glorious.

You got under Matt’s skin even worse than Foggy’s and it always worked out for you.

“Matthew,” you said cheerfully, and his jaw clenched even tighter.

The way he said your name through gritted teeth made you smile bright and you knew he could sense it.

“What do you want this time?”

“Aw, Matty, I can’t come visit an old friend?”

“We’re not friends.” There was that tick in his jaw again.

“So rude. Of course we’re friends.” You stepped forwards until the front of your thighs met the edge of his desk, leaning forward on your hands to match his stance. “You sure love to treat me like a friend, isn’t that right?”

“Why are you here?” He let out a deep breath, clear annoyance creeping across his features.

“You know exactly why I’m here.” Your hand slid forward until it touched his.

“I know.” He sighed. “Do you want to argue or are we going to get on with it?”

“Oh, Matty. We’re lawyers, of course we’re going to argue first.”

He removed the red tinted glasses from his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

And so started the typical back and forth that always came with you visiting. You were a sell out, blah blah blah. Matt was an idiot, blah blah blah. You were scalping their clients by offering them a better deal and Matt and Foggy were sick of it. The argument rarely ever changed.

“Dear God,” Matt said, and for a second you thought he might actually be praying. Until you swore he looked you right in the eye. “I fucking hate you.”

And there it was - the pinnacle of every argument you had ever had since law school.

“I know.” You smiled again, taking slow steps around Matt’s desk until you pressed your body between it and his hard chest. “Show me how much you hate me.”

Like always, there was a brief moment of hesitation. Like always, he smashed his lips to yours in a flurry of anger, and it tasted oh so sweet.

Before you knew what was happening - even when you should expect it, Matt always managed to surprise you - he had you turned around and pressed a firm hand between your shoulder blades to keep you flat against his desk.

Once he was sure you would stay in place, his hands wandered down to toy with the hem of your skirt. When he pushed it up above the swell of your ass, he was met with the sight of a pretty little garter belt holding your stockings up. And no underwear.

“Do you always come here with the intention of me fucking you senseless?”

You looked back over your shoulder, pushing your ass back against him just enough to draw out a low moan. “Of course I do.”

The smirk on his face made you clench your thighs together, and he flared his nostrils as if he could smell your arousal.

Sure enough, when he slid his fingers through your folds, they came back wet with your slick, and he sucked them clean.

He leaned down, hands caging your body as he whispered in your ear, “Tastes as good as I wish you would be.”

That made you scoff. “Oh please. I’m only as good as you want me to be.” You stood, your back pressing against his chest. “Which isn’t good at all.”

It was like the words snapped the last tether of restraint he had, because he shoved you back down on the desk, one hand pinning you again while the other worked on undoing his belt. He barely had them off - just enough to free his cock and give anyone who happened to look up at his window a great view of his ass - before he buried himself in you.

You gasped at the sensation. No matter how many times you had him, no matter how wet you were, no matter if he had worked you open up or not, it was always a struggle to adjust to the size of him.

He gave you no time to settle, thrusting into you hard and fast. His hand left your back and you whined at the chill that came from him taking his heat away. Your eyes were closed, taking in the pleasure of him filling you, now unmoving, when he grasped your hands behind your back, wrapping something silky around them.

His tie. He was tying his hands behind your back with his necktie, and you were so shocked and turned on that you let him without any protest. That must have to come as a surprise to him.

“You’re not even gonna run your mouth? I’m shocked.” He didn’t give you a chance to speak, his thrusts picking up again and wiping any snide remark from your brain.

He tugged on the tie - tied much more tightly than you expected - until you stood with your back to his chest again, his hips never faltering. His left hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing ever so slightly, while his right worked on unbuttoning your shirt.

Once your shirt was untucked and free, he pushed down the cups of your lacy bra, exposing your tits to him. With one hand still firmly on your throat, he used the other to pinch and pull at your nipples, seeing what sounds he could draw from you.

The answer was a symphony of moans and whimpers and pleading that you would never admit to.

Your hand fell back, resting on his shoulder, and he turned his head to press kisses wherever he could reach - your temple, your jaw, your neck, until finally you turned your head and captured his lips with your own.

His mouth still moving against yours, he trailed his hand down your body until he was feeling the place where his body met yours, circling your clit before experimentally slipping a finger in alongside his cock.

The moan that left you was otherworldly. The burning stretch was the best thing you had ever felt, and when a second finger joined, you came, clenching around the intrusion.

“Good girl,” he whispered in your ear, his mouth still close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath on your face. He removed his fingers, sliding them into your mouth, just a tad down your throat, and you moaned again around them.

With no warning, he pushed you down onto the desk again, pounding into you until his thrusts turned sloppy and he spilled inside of you.

With gentle fingers, he removed the restraint from your wrists and then collapsed with his arms on either side of you, his body weight resting against your back.

You stayed like that for several minutes, catching your breath and just relishing in each other for that moment.

Finally, he pulled out of you, reaching into a drawer in his desk to pull tissues out to clean himself up. Usually, he handed you some as well and let you do the job, but this time he dropped to his knees, wiping the mix of your releases like he had done it a thousand times over. When he was done, he stood again and pulled your skirt down, smoothing it out.

You turned around, studying him for a moment. He didn’t look any different - same sex hair and swollen lips and dark eyes that you always thought saw more than he let on. But something was different. Something you weren’t sure you wanted to know at the moment.

But you couldn’t let an instance like that go, not completely, and after you buttoned your shirt and tucked it again, you slid his glasses back onto his face and gave him a gentle kiss.

“Bye, Matty.”

You didn’t look back at him, instead straightening your hair as best you could and stepping out of his office.

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[chaiiitime]

It Happened One Summer Night

Summary : It was meant to be straight-forward, right? Catch a ride with Daniel Ricciardo to her sister's wedding, try not to kill each other, say thank you when they get there and never have to see each other again. Fate, however, loves to play games.

Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x OC!Fem

Word Count : 3,800

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 2

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

Adriana could hear the blood pounding in her ears, her heart working hard to escape her ribcage.  They were both breathing hard, but hers were choppier than Daniel.

Daniel wrestled with his seatbelt, leaning across the console to switch off the engine.  She was on the verge of hyperventilation and hadn't realised the car was still running.

Dear God, she had run over something.

Daniel got out, rounding the front and bending down to look at whatever damage she had caused.  She knew she had to follow him, but she didn't have the heart to see whatever poor innocent animal she had run over splattered all over the car's bumper.  She slowly climbed out, the hot tarmac burning the sole of her bare feet. The breath she was holding left her in a whoosh when she saw no blood or gore over the front of the car. Daniel was lying belly-flat on the ground, as he tried to dislodge something from underneath the car.

"What is it?" she asked with trepidation.

Daniel grunted as he grappled with whatever it was. He looked up at her, squinting against the dying sun. "It's a branch. A pretty big one. I'm trying to get it out, but it's stuck." 

He gave it a few more tugs and he finally felt something give. Hell yeah. He pulled the branch out and held it out for Adriana to see.

It wasn't just a pretty big one, it was huge, and Adriana hadn't seen it because she had been too busy arguing with Daniel.

Daniel tossed the branch to the side of the road, lying down once again to check the floor of the car.  "Well, it looks like we are not going anywhere. The branch ripped a pipe or something and there's an oil leak."

"Can't you fix it?" Daniel looked at her confused. "Well, you're an F1 driver. Aren't cars kind of part of your job?"

Daniel tried to hold back his sigh of exasperation. The lady sure had her ideas about whatever she thought an F1 driver was all about. 

"I just drive the car, I'm not a mechanic. If I knew how to repair the car, I would have done it already." Or even better, he thought inwardly, he would have built himself a fast car instead of spending a big part of his career in slow cars.

"What are we going to do now?" Her voice was anguished.

Daniel knew he shouldn't take any perverse pleasure in seeing the distressed look on her face, but he was, even if he was as much stranded as her.

"Get in the car." He motioned to her. "I'll try to push it to the side as much as I can while you steer."

~

ROUND AND ROUND, DANIEL reminded himself as he rubbed his thumb against his index finger.

The constant circular motion had been his self-soothing mechanism ever since he was a hyper anxiety-prone kid. It was his way of calming himself down, to not give in to his anxious tendencies and bite his nails. He also didn't want to show Adriana he was anything other than cool and composed.

The setting sun had turned the sky orange, and even the remaining colour was quickly dissipating. In the last hour since they'd realised that there was no network signal, they'd considered every single option — from trying to repair the car themselves to maybe walking to the nearest civilisation. They had no idea how far the nearest town was — because of said no network — and their last option of hitching a ride hadn't exactly panned out yet. The few cars that had passed them on the highway so far hadn't bothered to stop.

He was sitting on the cooling hood now. Adriana was sitting sideways in the passenger seat, her feet dangling out of the open door. She looked far from the well-put person that had walked out of the airport this afternoon. Her blouse was rumpled and there was a streak of grease running down her skirt from when she had tried to look under the car earlier.

Daniel cleared his throat. "What comment were you referring to earlier?"

They'd been sitting in tense silence.  Might as well use the opportunity to clear the air.

Adriana lifted her head from where she was lolling on the headrest. "Don't pretend like you don't remember what I was referring to."

Daniel tipped his head back and pushed out a grunt of frustration. He tried to loosen the tendons in his neck. He didn't think his neck had ever felt this tired even after his toughest race as it did now from the stress of the last few hours. 

"Adriana —" Her name sounded so foreign in his Australian twang, his tongue wrapping around the vowels to give a slight inflection at the end. "I'm really trying here. I'm not being an asshole. I'm asking honestly so that I can apologise."

Adriana looked up at him.  There was a look of vulnerability lurking in her eyes that Daniel had not expected. She looked back down, her hair covering her face as she rubbed at the grease streak on her skirt. 

Her voice sounded a bit rough when she finally spoke. 

"It was George's birthday party. George and you, you guys were in the kitchen getting beers or something. Anyway, George asked if you would be interested in dating me and you said —” The rubbing got more frantic, as if she could make the grease streak disappear. "And you said that —" Daniel could see her throat work convulsively, as if she was holding back tears. "You said that I was so cold — colder than a witch’s tits was what you said actually — that your balls would freeze up if you tried touching me.”

Dan felt his face flush hot. That sticky sickly feeling inside of him was hot shame as he faintly recalled that conversation. 

He truly was an asshole. 

"Adriana, I —“ 

He remembered that one time in high school when he got suspended for scratching something he shouldn't have on that girl’s locker and how disappointed his mom had been in him. But he wasn't a kid anymore, he didn't need his mom to tell him off to know he'd done something bad. He shouldn't have said that, whether Adriana had overhead him or not, whether she’d been rude to him or not. 

He got down from the hood, ready to get down on his knees if that was what it would take for her to forgive him. "Adriana, I’m sorry." She looked intent to avoid his gaze, staring straight ahead at an invisible point beyond his shoulder. "I, I ... " 

God, words were hard when you were a world class idiot.

All of a sudden, Adriana got up. Did his rambling apology have an effect already? But no, she was staring, almost excitedly, at something behind him.

"Is that a —" 

Daniel turned around. Yep, that was indeed a truck. A good old-fashioned one at that, all dusty, its red paint faded with the sun.

Adriana rushed past him, waving frantically to get the driver's attention. Daniel sighed as he followed after her. 

She didn't have to wave so frantically to get the driver's attention, he thought moodily. That tight skirt she was wearing would have been enough to stop traffic.

The truck came to a trundling stop before them. The driver was an old man, his wispy white hair peeking out from under the beret he was wearing. His sun-beaten face creased into a smile as he looked down at Adriana.

"Hola, Senor." The Spanish rolled off Adriana's tongue. She pointed to Daniel and their car as she appeared to explain their situation. The man nodded along, leaning out of his window to look at their car before speaking. Dan could only assume whatever the old man said was positive because Adriana had a wide grin on her face as she profusely thanked him. 

"Gracias. Muchas gracias."

She turned excitedly towards Daniel. "He says he lives in a small village not too far from here.

He can take us there for the night, and tomorrow he can have the village mechanic come get the car for repairs."

Daniel cleared his throat as he stepped closer to her. "Are we sure we can trust this man?" he asked in a lower voice.

Adriana rolled her eyes at him. "Look at him," She gave the man a little smile and wave as she gritted her teeth at Dan. "He's harmless. Anyway, at this point, I am so desperate I would get in a car with the dodgiest of men if that means I get to reach my little sister's wedding in time.”

"Fine, Fine" Daniel held up his hands. "I was just being cautious.”

~

DANIEL AND SENOR GONZALEZ HAD MANAGED to secure their suitcases with rope in the bed of the truck. Now, Adriana was faced with another problem. She stared at the driver's cabin, wondering how she was going to get up there – her pencil skirt didn't allow for the kind of movement that would allow her to vault herself up there.

"Come on," Adriana could feel the heat of his body as Daniel came up behind her. "I'll give you a boost. Just grab on to the door handle once I lift you up." 

She didn't have the time to process what was happening before Daniel was placing his hands on her hips. His hands moved down, curving around her bottom to lift her up.

Adriana flushed hot.  A million butterflies erupted in her belly – Daniel Ricciardo had his hands on her ass. His beautiful veiny hands with the rose tattoo and the discrete "3" inked there. She felt his hands flex. A slight squeeze of her ass.  Was it a trick of her mind? It was definitely a trick of her mind because why would Daniel Ricciardo be squeezing her ass? She landed quite inelegantly on the seat, her skirt riding up as she slid across the bench to the middle seat, giving Daniel an eyeful as he hoisted himself up.

The cabin was much smaller than both of them had anticipated. They sat flushed against each other, their knees touching. Daniel sat very still, careful not to make any movements. The tiniest of movements, as he had discovered, and his arm would brush against the underside of her breast. He sat, staring straight ahead, not daring to look at the smooth golden expanse of skin exposed by her hitched-up skirt. Not daring to take too deep of a breath because he could smell her, even over the old leather smell of the cabin — something citrusy and sharp, softened with hints of floral.

The palms of his hands tingled from where he’d touched her. It had taken a lot of self-control to not draw her closer to him as he had lifted her up. To not let his hands linger for longer than needed. To not mould his hands over her curves.

Fuck, he needed a cold shower. Maybe a reality check as well, because the last thing he needed right now was to start something with Adriana freaking Montero Mundt.

~

THEY CAME TO A STOP IN front of a small house. Adriana peered out but couldn't make out much of anything in the dark. She felt slightly disoriented — it had gotten completely dark once they got in the truck, so she couldn't tell which way they had been driving all this time. It felt like they had been on the road for hours when at most, it must have been only a little bit more than an hour. She didn't refuse the hand Daniel offered her to get down – the strain of the trip was finally catching up to her and she felt like she would keel over if she didn't get into bed soon.

Senor Gonzalez — or Miguel as he had said to call him — ambled across his gravel driveway to his front door, beckoning them to follow him. He had talked almost non-stop since he had picked them up, with Adriana sometimes acting as translator for Daniel. He'd told them about his little village by the sea, how it was the place with the best seafood in all of Spain, how it was protected by the sea on one side and the Pyrenees Mountains on the other — all in all, Adriana had realised, they could have done much worse as a place for an overnight pitstop.

"Cayetana!" Miguel bellowed as he hung his beret on a hook by the door.

"Si, si," A woman appeared in the doorway. She had grey hair, carefully braided. Her small frame was wrapped in a floral housecoat and she looked ready to turn in for the night.

"Caye, mi amor," Miguel walked over to his wife, placing a hand on her shoulder. "This is Adriana and Daniel. Their car broke down on the highway. We can spare a room for them for the night, si?" He explained in Spanish.

Cayetana pushed her glasses up her nose as she looked at them. Great, she was going to throw them out because they looked a bit worse for wear, Adriana thought. Well, not Daniel — he still looked his suave self. She, on the other hand, looked like she had been through the wringer.

"Ah! Claro que si! Si!" She exclaimed as she gestured for them to follow her.

They went up a narrow staircase, with Daniel juggling both their suitcases — he had shooed her away when she had tried to take hers. Cayetana showed them to a small room at the end of the hallway. 

Clean bed linens, she explained. She bustled around, handing them clean towels, showing them how to turn on the faucet in the ensuite. All through this, Adriana tried to tell her that Daniel and her were not a couple and that they would need separate rooms, but every time she tried to interject, she was met with a torrent of rapid-fire Spanish that even she had trouble keeping up with.

Then, Miguel and Cayetana were wishing her and Daniel goodnight, leaving her alone with Daniel in the small room with the lone bed.

Daniel was looking at her with something close to indignation on his face. "You didn't tell them we need separate rooms!" He whisper-shouted as soon as the door closed behind their hosts.

"I tried!" Adriana lifted her shoulders in defence. "She just wouldn't stop talking to listen to me!"

"Well —" Daniel walked over to the right-side of the bed, placing his phone and wallet on the bedside table there, "I'm not sleeping on the ground or in that sorry excuse of an armchair to protect your chastity or whatever it is they call it."

"Oh, how gentlemanly of you." Adriana was still stood in the same spot, her hands on her hips as she watched him get comfortable. He kicked off his shoes and before she could tell him off, he bent down and carefully placed them to the side.

He opened his suitcase, turning back to look at her as he riffled through his things. "Nah yeah, I'm not fucking up my neck just for me to the play the gentleman for you."

Adriana bristled at the way he said it — did he mean that he would have done the gentlemanly thing for any other woman but her? He looked pretty unbothered by their sleeping arrangements all while she was on the verge of combusting at the thought of sharing that small bed with him.

"What's that?" Adriana asked perplexed as she watched him open the case he had just removed from his suitcase.

"What do you mean what's that?" He looked at her as if the answer should be obvious. "It's my custom-made travel pillow." He said as he moved the pillow on the bed aside for his special one. "I told you, I need to take care of my neck." 

Adriana watched incredulously as he carefully fluffed up the pillow. 

"Also, could you please open the window behind you a bit? I can't sleep unless the room is in the twenty degrees."

"Of course, my lord!" She bowed mockingly. "Do you want me to also check if they haven't left a pea under the mattress?" She made a dramatic gesture towards the bed, blinking up at Daniel in an exaggeratedly slow manner. "We wouldn't want anything to mar your highness' delicate skin, after all.”

“Haha.” He said dryly. “You’ve got jokes.” 

It was pretty funny, but there was no way he was going to tell her that. 

“You know —“ he said as he slowly walked backwards, snagging a clean towel and throwing it over his shoulder. “You should check on that pea while I take a shower.” Then, he was hurrying to the ensuite, smirking at the sound of indignation she made.

That man was so childish. What did she care if he showered first? She fumed as she picked up the pillow Daniel had discarded and placed it in the middle of the bed. There, that was what the heroine did in the movies, right? Build a pillow wall to protect herself from the hero’s advances?

Satisfied with her brilliance, Adriana started settling in. She hung up the garment bag with her maid of honour dress in the small wardrobe, unpacked her toiletries and nightclothes. Thank God, she’d packed her modest pyjamas — not like she usually wore sexy stuff to bed anyway. She was shooting a text off to Carmen when the door opened.

Finally. 

“I hope you didn’t fin —“ The words died on her lips. Daniel was standing in the doorway — completely bare chested.

He was vigorously drying his curls with one towel and had another slung loosely around his hips. It sat so low, exposing his Adonis belt that Adriana feared one tug, and the towel would come loose. She could tell he had barely dried himself coming out of the shower, because she could see the sheen of moisture on his golden skin. She watched in fascination as a droplet of water coursed down from the base of his neck, over the ridges of his abs to get lost in his happy trail. The soft hair there swirled around his navel to disappear into the unexplored underneath his towel.

“Left you some hot water.” He was smirking as he looped his towel around his neck.

Oh God, his neck. His big beautiful neck.

Don’t show him you’re flustered. Adriana cleared her throat, carefully averting her eyes from all that male exquisiteness in front of her. “Thank you.” She said as she gathered her things, making sure she kept a safe distance from him on her way to the bathroom.  She closed the door quietly behind her and leaned against it. 

She needed a cold shower — or maybe to douse herself in some holy water. 

~

DANIEL LAID DOWN on the bed.

For some reason, the pillow he had discarded was in the middle. He kicked it to the foot of the bed and settled down more comfortably, propping his arms behind his head. He smiled slightly as he remembered the way Adriana had checked him out coming out of the shower — she thought she had been inconspicuous about it, but he’d seen the self-conscious way she had touched her throat, the blush on her face.

He could hear the water running in the bathroom. He imagined the water running over her curves. The water droplets glistening on her skin. Those slim hands slathering the soap all over her body. 

Calm down, he reminded himself. So what if the attraction between them was mutual? He was not going to do anything about it. She hated his guts and he had already offended her once. He wasn’t going to do it again by making a move on her. Just then, the door opened and Adriana came out, fumbling with the light switch to the bathroom.  She was wearing a striped pajama set.

Very proper. Very sexy.

The steam from the shower had brought out the curls in her hair, a few ringlets framing her face rather enticingly. She looked soft, fuckable.

Adriana skirted the bed, her eyes quickly darting to where Daniel was sprawled out. Thank god he’d gotten dressed, even if the sweats and T-shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide the hard lines of his body, the soft material of the old sweats cupping that part of him just so, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She was mad at herself for being attracted to him because she knew if she got involved with him, it would only end in heartbreak for her and she didn’t think she could handle having her heart broken twice. 

She frowned when she saw her pillow wall had somehow ended at the foot of the bed. Wordlessly, she picked it up and placed it back. 

Daniel was looking at her quizzically, one of his eyebrows quirked in question. She mirrored his expression, lifting one of her eyebrows in challenge. She had to hide her smile of triumph when he shrugged, seemingly accepting not to question why she wanted to have a pillow between them. 

She got in bed, pulling the covers up to her chin.

They both laid in the dark, their breaths falling into sync in the silence. Adriana willed herself to sleep, but even with the pillow between them, she could feel the heat from Daniel’s body. She wanted to burrow into his warmth, but all the things they’ve said stood between them. 

Daniel was bone-tired, he knew he had to sleep, but just like how it was after a bad race, his mind kept replaying that moment – Adriana sitting so forlorn in the car, looking hurt. Colder than a witch’s tits. He was truly an idiot.

He knew from her carefully measured breathing that she was still awake. He could feel the same tension he felt in his body radiating from hers. 

“I’m sorry.” He said softly into the silence.

His only indication that Adriana had heard him was the slight hitch in her breathing.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I’m not going to hide behind any excuses and pretend I am not blameless.” He shifted on his side, his eyes roving on her face. Even in the dark, he could make out the beauty mark near her upper lip. “Will you forgive me?”

They stayed suspended for a moment, Daniel’s breath fanning the hair at her temple. 

Adriana’s heart stuttered. How could she tell him that her supposed animosity against him was her self-defence mechanism to protect her heart from him? That deep down, she knew it would be so easy to fall in love with him and in the end, she would be the one with the broken heart while he would leave unscathed? 

Without answering, she turned on her side, giving him her back and shielding herself from his eyes. Daniel didn’t move for a moment. Then, Adriana felt the bed shift as he turned on his other side with a sigh. After a few minutes, she heard his breathing becoming deeper and slower — he’d fallen asleep. 

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Work Hard, Play Hard- Kento Nanami x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Relationship: Kento Nanami x Reader

Summary: Nanami is working overtime, until he sees a text from you that he can't resist.

Tags: PIV, Oral, Brief s*xting, Kitchen S*x.

A/N: OhmyGod, Kento Nanami. I haven't fallen this hard for a fictional character in a hot minute. He looks like an accountant with drip. He would do my taxes for me and it would be the hottest thing ever. He's probably paid off his mortgage, has a 401k, and a designated spot in his house for his keys and briefcase. I bet you he knows how to fold a fitted sheet and tuck the corners into the bed. This man is immaculate and I am here for it. Expect more Kento Nanami content from me because I'm a thirsty disaster. As always, thank you for reading! Likes/reblogs are always much appreciated! Lots of love <3

Read here in this post or over on my AO3.

Kento leans his head back, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He eyes the clock, watching as the second hand moves like molasses past each number. Overtime sucks. Work sucks. All he wants is to go home, to be in the comfort of your presence, and to enjoy a quiet evening, just the two of you. But instead, he’s stuck here, trapped in this corporate world until he’s finished his goddamn work. 

He straightens up again. Maybe if he powers through, he can go home in the next half an hour. The harsh light from the computer screen stabs at his eyes. The office is empty aside from him, dead quiet except for the occasional clack of his keyboard and the bloop from the water tank in the far corner. He’s about to get up to make himself another cup of coffee when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. It must be you, asking where he is and when he’s going to be home. He pulls his cellphone from his pocket, exhausted gaze sweeping over the screen. But when he unlocks it, his eyes fly wide open. 

The picture that greets him is you in an apron, and nothing but an apron. The apron ties frame the curve of your hips. Your breasts threaten to spill out of your minimal clothing, and you’ve got a little smudge of flour on your cheek. The longer he stares at the picture, the more Kento wonders if it’s worth finishing up his work. Then he reads the text underneath.

You better come home soon, or I’m going to start without you ;), you threaten. 

“Fuck overtime,” Kento mutters to himself, shoving his phone back in his pocket and grabbing his coat. He’s hauling ass to get home. He can finish his work later. He’s got much better things to do right now. Traffic on the way feels like it’s against him. The strain of his growing bulge in his pants is getting painful. He’s desperate now to get home to you, to lift up the hem of that apron of yours and bury himself inside you. He’s never one to look at his phone while driving. Safety always comes first. But he’s awfully tempted. And with how long this drive is taking, he’s even more tempted. 

What feels like hours pass and then, dear God, he’s finally home. Kento pulls into the driveway and barely waits for his car to come to a stop before he’s leaping out and bounding up the front steps. The house is cozy and smells pleasantly of warm bread baking in the oven. 

“Kento?” he hears your voice call out as he drops off his keys and briefcase in their designated spot in the hallway. And then he sees you, peeking around the corner in the kitchen, a mischievous look in your eye. 

“What happened to your overtime?” you tease, twirling a strand of your hair around your index finger. 

“No more overtime from this moment forward,” he returns matter-of-factly, tugging off his coat and striding confidently towards you. Before you can even say a word, his lips are crashing into yours, kisses sloppy and hungry. His large hands rove rapaciously along your body, kneading the tender flesh of your hips. 

“I missed you today,” you whimper at him when he allows you a moment to breathe. 

“Hmmm,” he hums pleasantly, suckling your neck and luxuriating in the tiny moans you’re letting out, “I missed you, too.” 

You tug at his leopard-print tie, pulling him towards the dining table. The look he gives you is deliciously pathetic, wanton and needy. His brows are furrowed and the angles of his cheeks are flushed. When the small of your back hits the edge of the table, you stop and start to undo his belt. 

“Baby, this must hurt,” you coo, palming his bulge and watching as his eyes flutter shut, “No wonder you hurried home.”

Kento smirks as he masterfully rips off his tie with one hand, the other occupied with grabbing handfuls of your ass. His lips are back to pressing messy kisses to yours. His tongue traces your teeth, exploring the familiar warmth of your mouth. With his belt off, you manage to undo his buttons and yank down his trousers and boxer briefs. They pool around his feet and out springs his cock, the tip angry and pink. 

“So needy, my love,” you hum, cupping his balls and massaging, before teasingly dragging your fingertip along the underside of his shaft. He shivers under your touch, an unintentional husky keen escaping his lips. With the pad of your thumb, you smear the little bead of cum that’s formed at his tip. But before you can go any further, he stays your hand, deep brown eyes dead serious as they gaze into yours. 

“Wait,” he begins, voice low and commanding, “Allow me.” 

Kento gently picks you up, sitting you atop the kitchen table. He lifts the hem of your apron, revealing your already soaking folds to the cool air. All he wants is to taste you, to feel you glide along his tongue. He’s thought about it his whole ride home: your wet pussy against his lips. Your sweet succor on his taste buds. After the day he’s had, it’s all he can think of to relieve his stress. 

“Spread your legs a little wider for me, princess,” he begs, kneeling to the ground. You follow his instructions and let him pull you closer to the edge of the table. Kento Nanami buries his handsome face between your legs, trailing kisses along the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. His warm breath fans against your heat as he glances up at you to make sure you’re ready. You nod quietly, watching as he dives in. His tongue swipes up your slick, nose bumping against your clit, sending electric tingles through your body. His hands grasp at the supple flesh of your hips, kneading as his tongue darts in and out of your entrance. You throw your head back, letting out a salacious moan as Kento expertly eats you out. Your fingers tangle in his blonde hair, each gilded strand soft against your skin. 

“Ah! Kento,” you whine, heat blooming across your face, “You’re so good to me.” 

His hum reverberates through your body and he draws his attention away from your entrance. His tongue swirls deftly around your clit, languid at first, teasingly slow. You gently rock your hips in time with his motions, one hand still tangled in his hair, the other cupping your left breast. It drives Kento wild when you play with your tits while he’s busy with your heat. You catch him glancing up at you, one of his hands leaving your hip so he can stroke himself. 

“Kento, I’m so close,” you whimper, feeling the fire in your core burn brighter. He picks up his pace, tongue circling faster, each flick bringing you closer and closer to ecstasy. 

“Come for me, princess,” his husky voice commands when he leans back for air, before diving in once again, this time relentlessly circling your clit. Your hips rock faster as Kento’s tongue works its magic. With a cry of his name, the fire in you bursts like a supernova, and you come undone. Kento’s hands grip your hips, keeping you in place so he can finish you off properly. He laps you up like the sweetest elixir he’s ever tasted, luxuriating in your ecstasy. 

He could probably kneel there all evening, head buried between your thighs, drinking in your scent, your taste. He looks content as his tongue swipes along you, but this has only fueled your desire to feel him inside you. You draw him up, hungrily capturing his lips in yours. He tastes of you as he presses wet, sloppy kisses to you. 

“Take me, Kento. Please, ” you mewl, hand finding its way to his cock. 

“Ah, baby,” he grunts as you stroke his erection, feeling it already pulse in your warm hand, “That’s all I’ve wanted, all day.” 

With this, he flips you over, pressing your breasts and stomach to the surface of the table. 

“Are you ready?” he asks, always polite, always waiting for consent. 

“Yes, my love,” you beg, the table top chilly against your naked, overheated skin. And with this, Kento slides easily into you, your heat slick with arousal. He groans as he sheathes himself in you, staying for a moment to allow you to adjust to his girth. And when you’re ready, he pulls back just a little before savagely slamming back in. The angle is absolute perfection. He’s probably mapped it out mathematically, you chuckle to yourself. Kento knows your body well. As he thrusts deeper, the coil in you tightens. 

“Such a good girl,” Kento praises, his voice mingling with the lewd slapping of skin, “You take me so well.” 

“Kento, baby, you spoil me,” you return, hands gripping the sides of the table as it rocks. The legs creak with each powerful thrust and stars begin to dot your vision. Kento’s cock twitches inside you and you can feel his pace becoming erratic. 

And Kento can feel your walls quaking around him. He’s not sure when he ripped your apron off, but it’s gone now, discarded on the floor, your body bare to him. His hands grab at your ass, squeeze and massage as he slams into you. He’s so close, he can feel it, as he stares in awe at your body.  

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, adoration dripping from every word he speaks. 

“You’re amazing, Kento,” you return, reverence in the way you sing his name. All worries from the day, all stresses and troubles are forgotten as Kento is brought to euphoria by your body. Fuck overtime. Fuck work. Fuck it all. All he needs is you. 

“Kento!” you cry out, on the verge of tipping over the edge. With the sound of his name falling from your lips, the coil in Kento Nanami breaks. His hips grind without pace against you, his seed spilling into your core, hot and pleasant. As your beloved comes undone, so do you, each nerve in your body alight with pleasure. Your walls tighten around him, begging for him to release everything he has into you. It’s intoxicating.

The table gives one final, tragic creak as Kento collapses. His lips trail kisses up and down your back while you press a deep, lingering one to the palm of his hand. Breathless, the two of you pause, allowing yourselves to settle from the high. Kento remains inside you, catching his breath, while you grip the table, trying to steady your heart. When he finally pulls out, you feel his cum drip down your thigh, sticky and hot. He’s quick to retrieve a towel for you and help clean you up. Kento, ever a gentleman. When you turn around, Kento’s satisfied face greets you. His hair is disheveled, strands of blonde hanging limply before his eyes. He’s a right, simpering mess and it's glorious. 

Gently, you push him into a nearby chair, wanting some time to cuddle and luxuriate in his warm embrace. He obliges, pulling you into his lap, pressing soft kiss after soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“Was that worth giving up on your overtime?” you question, chuckling softly. He grunts, fingers absentmindedly trailing down your spine. 

“You are always worth giving up on overtime,” his deep voice returns. He lifts your chin up to look you in the eye. His dark irises glimmer with their usual quiet joy and the deep angles of his cheeks soften in this rosy afterglow. He smiles softly at you before drawing you in for a passionate kiss. He lingers for a while, peppering your jaw with more tiny kisses before wrapping his arms around you once again. 

“I needed that. Thank you,” he goes on as you nuzzle against him.

“You don’t have to thank me, my darling,” you respond, smiling, “Your work is stressful. You deserve to release that tension and have some fun.” 

He lets out a soft sigh through his nose and allows his eyelids to flutter shut.

“I love you,” he whispers. You lean up, once again laying your lips to his.

“I love you, too,” you return. Silence passes over the two of you for a while, each content in quietly enjoying the other's presence. Nights like this with Kento are nights you will always cherish. It’s nice to see him come undone. To not be so put together and uptight. Though you love that about him, you also love how wild he can be, when he wants to be. 

It’s the jarring beeping of the oven that draws you out of this cozy moment.

“Oh! The bread!” you exclaim, leaping off of your beloved’s lap and dashing towards the oven. Kento laughs as he gathers up all the discarded clothing on the floor. Definitely worth skipping overtime for this, he thinks to himself.

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Little Taste of Humanity [Finale]

Millions Knives x [Reader x Vash]

previous chapter > alt ending

[a/n: so I had this already finished and ready to publish, but I accidentally deleted it. So this isn’t the same as the first one. did what I could to remember but here it is]

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his head nuzzled into the crook of their neck. Fighting back the tears that threatened to brim his eyes, he didn’t deserve to cry. Not even in this moment, this was his fault. He arrived too late, if he’d been sooner than they’d still be here in his arms alive.

“You didn’t deserve this.” He whispered, his fingers running through their which was now uneven and matted in blood. His throat burned from the emotions bottling up inside him; he held their hand hoping to feel some warmth; it was cold.

“You meant so much too me,” He said, intertwining his fingers with theirs. “More than you than you could ever know.” His voice cracking, as he continued to fight back the tears. Holding back, again the emotions bottling up in his chest.

“You were the best thing to ever happen to me.” He says, holding them closer and tighter. Holding onto them for dear life. Pleading, to any higher being to not take them, anyone but them. Heck, take maybe even him instead.

They deserved to live more than him, he’s been alive for over a century. While they had their whole life ahead of them. A future, and one that he wanted to be a part of with them. But, if them having a future meant his death. He’d take it. Was he thinking rationally? No, but that’s what love does it makes you do crazy things.

“I love you.” He said, as the realization hit him. He’s never going to see them again, hear their voice, see them smile, waking up to them giving him doughnuts. He’ll never experience that again. He couldn’t breathe nor think, in this moment as the realization hit. His grip on them tightened, as he nuzzled his head into the crook of their neck.

“Please…..” He whispered, his eyes glossing over as tears brimmed his eyes. “Please don’t leave me.” He mumbled, tightening his grip. “I love you..” He pleaded, unable to let go, of the one he loved. So much he wanted to do, so much he wanted to tell them, show them. Live with them. Now slashed, because of him. he was too late.

He sniffles, as he wailed, Knives laughs echoing, mocking his little brother. He couldn’t, breathe think. Choking back a sob he looked down at them, their eyes closed and lips slightly apart. He held them closer, “I gotta go okay, but when I get back…” He sniffled, as he tried to force a smile onto his face.

“I’ll bury you in the most beautiful place ever.” He says, planting a kiss on their forehead. “Thank you for being in my life.” He says, intertwining his fingers with their hand.

He sniffles, and looked down at them sadly. Their eyes remained closed and their chest not rising and falling. He truly is never going to see them again, he shouldn’t of let them follow him. So this is how he’s repaying their parents kindness.

Oh god, their parents. How kind they were when [Y/n] brought him in injured, and allowed him to use their own bed. While he recovered, their parents sharing all the food they could, and nursing him back to health. Even though they knew who he was. They didn’t care for the money, and just wanted to help him out.

And this is how he repays their kindness, by returning to them with what’s left of their only child. Their body in a casket. They’d turn on him immediately and he wouldn’t blame them, he’d expect it. He failed them, and their parents.

He shuddered, “I love you,” He says, planting one final kiss on their forehead. Before gently placing them onto the ground. He stood up, and turned to leave. But something grabbed onto his jacket.

“Vash….?”

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