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“There you go. Just like that, my love. You’re doing so well.” Zuko purrs as he gently guides your head up and down his cock. “Use your tongue more, dear.” He gasps as you immediately do as told. Tongue flattening and applying pressure to the glands of his dick. “Mmph!” A muffled gasp at the salty taste of Zuko’s precum filling your mouth reverberates through his body. The firelord shuddering under the new sensation.
“Wait!” Zuko pulls you off his cock with a wet pop. A glistening thread of saliva still connects you to the soft pink head of your husband’s dick. “Did I do something wrong, my lord?” You ask, bottom lip trembling and eyes already brimming with tears. “No, absolutely not, dear. I just didn’t want to cum so quickly.” Zuko gently strokes your cheek. Hand trailing down to intertwine his fingers with yours.
Zuko guides you towards the edge of your shared bed. “Lie down here, my love. Keep your head hanging off the edge.” You do as told. “Keep your mouth as wide as possible.” With that, Zuko slowly thrusts his cock down your throat. The firelord watching as his cock disappears inch by inch down his husband’s greedy little throat. “Relax more. Yeah, that’s it, good boy.” He groans. He should probably be more careful with you. This is your first time trying this after all, but he can’t help himself. Not when you were so desperate to learn when he asked if you could suck him off.
“Baby… i’m about-!” His cock pulses inside your throat. “I’m about to cum. You think you could swallow it all for me?” Zuko sweetly asks. You nod the best you can. “Here it comes. Make sure to breathe through your nose.” How you were supposed to do so when said nose was currently stuffed into his balls was beyond you, but you whined in confirmation anyways. Wave after wave of cum spilled out and you made sure to swallow as much as you could.
“Hey, hey! Slow down. Remember I told you to breathe through your nose?” Zuko said when you began to choke. Relaxing once you regained your breath and resumed swallowing down all his thick cum. Your husband pulled you up right and held you against his chest. “Did you swallow it all?” He sweetly asks as he thumbs at your bottom lip. You obediently open your mouth and stick out your tongue. “Attaboy.” Zuko says and kisses you softly. “You’ve had a long day? How about we get some sleep?” You nod into his chest. Not even bothering to hesitate as he tucks both of you under the covers. Instinctively melting against him as sleep over takes you.
Warning(s): age gap (i hc lida/naveen as 16/17 and taunie/player as 18/19), mentions of a boner, groping
Summary: Your Dragalge is crazy in love with Corbeau’s Arbok, and unfortunately for Corbeau, you’re just as crazy for him (and it seems he is too).
You don’t know why you let Taunie drag you to this tournament. You’ve just exhausted yourself fighting off rogue megas and you find Jacinthe to be utterly insufferable so why you’re here is unknown to you.
“Come on (m/n)! At least look like you want to be here!” She pouts, ushering you further into the main room.
And that’s precisely when the Pokéball in your bag wiggled to life before opening of its own accord. Your Dragalge letting out its cry as it dashes further into the room. You’re completely confused as to why your Dragalge decided to act out like this, she only does this if… and that’s when you see him.
Your Dragalge is already twirling around Corbeau, nudging his pocket, urging him to let his Arbok out of its Pokéball. Corbeau sighs, but nonetheless reaches in and calls out his Arbok. The serpentine Pokémon instantly running away as it lays eyes on your Dragalge, the Dragon type cooing cheerfully as it chases around the Arbok.
“Didn’t expect to see you here.” You say with a smirk. the effect you have on Corbeau isn’t exactly unknown to you. You’ve known the shorter man harbors some sort of feelings towards you. If not the blush that always betrays his bravado, then the fact Phillipe is constantly talking about how you make his mood better certainly does.
Corbeau coughs awkwardly into his hand, attempting to avoid eye contact. “Was invited. Told me there’d be strong trainers.” He isn’t slick at all, there’s no way the floor’s tiling can be that entrancing.
“Oh? Were you hoping to see me?” You tease as you tilt your head down, getting down to be eye level with him.
“OF COURSE NOT!” He sputters, though you’re sure that red on his face has nothing to do with a fire type.
“Uh huh.. you’re not slick you know that?” You say as you lay your chin on his shoulder from behind, leaning in close to his ear. “You’re hard as a rock type right now.” Emphasizing your point by squeezing said bulge through his pants.
The whimper that leaves the older man’s mouth is sweeter than any Altaria’s song. You chuckle as you pull back from him, looking around to ensure no one can see you two.
“Come on, girl!” You call to your Dragalge, who begrudgingly stops tormenting Arbok with kisses and nuzzles to return to your side. “I’ll see you around. Hopefully we’ll get to battle, Arceus willing.” You send him a playful wink before skipping back to Taunie.
Corbeau and his Arbok stand side by side, synchronized sighs of relief easing their tensed postures. Arbok would probably be happy never seeing your Dragalge again in its life, but Corbeau less so when it comes to you. Shifting his feet awkwardly, simultaneously attempting to adjust his raging boner and in anticipation that maybe he will get to battle you. Something about you beating him and putting him in his place does unspeakable things to him.
Warning(s): !!nsfw under the cut!! separate content warnings included at the cut
Summary: just fluffy (and smutty) headcanons about being haganezuka’s husband
Husband!Haganezuka who’s always busy working on a blade, but never forgets to show how much he loves you. even something as simple as allowing you to even be in his presence while he works is quite a lot in his book.
Husband!Haganezuka who adores letting you take off his mask when you know he’s getting too hot. your gentle hands pulling it off his face, wiping the sweat off his brow, and brushing his hair out of his face makes him feel like the most loved man in the world, even though his face never shows it.
Husband!Haganezuka who’s face never changes while he’s hard at work, though after all these years of marriage you’re able to pick up on the subtle things. the way he huffs to answer ‘yes’ when you ask him for dinner. the way he softens when you lay your head on his back while he works. the way his ears faintly turn pink when you make him flustered, though his face is still stuck in that perpetual scowl.
Husband!Haganezuka who’s surprised he’s able to keep his figure with how much you spoil him with dango. while he works you’re cuddled up to his side, holding the dango up to his mouth so he doesn’t have to break his focus. he wonders if the day will come where you get sick of making it for him or if he’ll get sick of the taste eventually. it’s only rhetorical really, he’d never get tired of it. especially knowing his wonderful husband put time and love into making it just for him.
Husband!Haganezuka who’s affection is scarce but never ever missing. the fact the man would take even a second of his time to stop sharpening a blade to quickly peck your lips just solidifies to everyone in the village what they already know; hotaru adores you beyond words. he’s a dutiful husband who would do anything to make you happy, and he feels honored that you understand that while allowing him to continue to devote himself to his craft.
Husband!Haganezuka who is a master at multitasking. years of honing his skills have allowed him to be at a point where he can pleasure you and work on a blade at the same time effortlessly. pulling you flush against him by your shoulder with his teeth as you grind your cock against his thigh. pretty little whimpers hitting right against his ear as you try to chase your high before he puts the finishing touches on his client’s weapon.
Husband!Haganezuka who will do his work completely naked if he’s sure no one will be visiting your shared home. it’s liberating to let his body air out in its natural state. it also drives you absolutely fucking crazy so that’s a plus. letting you squeeze and grope whatever you want as long as it doesn’t interfere with his work. though most days you just watch and admire from afar as you work on your own duties. ogling the hunk of muscle working just mere few from you and looking forward to the fact you’re 100% going to be bouncing on it by the time night falls.
Husband!Haganezuka who is more than open to letting you give him the good ole reach around as he works. insisting he looked pent up and needed a ‘release’ shall we say. though that quickly ended when you caused him to shoot so far he got cum on a blade. now it’s strictly blowjobs or when he’s not working. though it’s not like you’re complaining. watching your husband from below the table as you suck him off is just as good if not better because you get to drink up all his cum. able to see the exact moment when his balls tighten up and his milk spills out of him like a cascading waterfall. all of it just for you.
Husband!Haganezuka who is surprisingly competitive. so when you propose that he’d be unable to focus on his work while you ‘mess’ with him, he accepts the challenge with open arms. trying to keep his focus as your hand finds its way under his clothes. the tips of your fingers slowly pushing past the tight pink ring of his hole to lay claim to his gummy walls. hotaru not budging even when you’re directly pressing on his prostate. fingers furiously thrusting into him as you whine into his shoulder about him at least giving you a moan. but hotaru is determined, and he doesn’t break, not even as you prop his hips up and force him to sit on your face. your nose buried into his heavy balls and taking in his manly scent as your tongue laps away at his hole. your groans of satisfaction vibrating throughout his body but never losing his focus. eventually you do need to come up for air. lips puffy and chin covered in slobber as you finally tear yourself away from the delicious piece of meat that is your husband’s ass and seeing he hasn’t even as much as broken into a sweat… disappointed but at least you had a damn good time
Husband!Haganezuka who absolutely dicks you down on special occasions such as your birthdays or the very rare days he doesn’t have a single order to fulfill. pressing your face into the mattress as he’s pounding away into your hole. your dick pathetically spilling shot after shot of cum onto the sheets below you as it swings between your legs. the combined squelching noises of the oil you used as lube and the many releases hotaru has already pumped into you so loud it can somehow be heard over your many screams of pleasure. hotaru is so composed, even now. face laser focused and barely a growl or two escaping his lips as he thrusts his hips deep inside you. leaning down and kissing along your shoulder blades as he forces your ass to arch more, giving his dick more access to your guts. if he could do this all day he would, but his job is important. and besides, it makes the times when he is allowed to have you like this even more special. his perfect husband all fucked out just for him.
alien prince!reader that asks mark for his help to find his missing parents and retake the throne, then repays him with a toe curling, eye rolling, life changing blowjob that has mark going “you know what? i think i can stay here for a few days…”
Warning(s): porn, blowjob, cum swallowing, descriptions of alien biology/genitalia, p in v, mentions of pregnancy
Summary: basically the top post
Mark really wasn’t sure what he was getting himself into. One second he’s attempting, and failing, to focus on calculus; the next he’s getting a frantic call from Cecil for him to get to GDA headquarters stat. Mark attempted to asks questions, but Cecil just yelled at him to hurry up. God forbid Mark want some background info before he flies straight into what he assumes is a dangerous situation.
Mark is rushing through the halls, panic and anxiety running through his veins with each step. Behind every open door is a sea of concerned faces, Mark’s worry intensifying. This must be worse than he thought… little did he know, they’re worried because Invincible is running through the GDA like a lunatic, not because of any danger.
Mark finally made it to the main hub, his eyes spotting Cecil, Donald, and a really pretty… fish… boy?
“Cecil, what’s wrong? Is something dangerous coming?” Mark rambles, eyes flicking between each of the three faces before him.
Chuckling, Cecil lifts a hand, “It’s fine Mark, truly.” Cecil places a hand on the person(?), Mark’s not sure if that’s the right word, and pulls him forward. “This is (M/n). He’s traveled very far to come see you.”
The boy bows towards Mark, Mark now noticing all the fins and spines that decorate his scaly skin. When (M/n) stands back up, his sparkly eyes look at Mark’s, a gentle smile appearing on his face. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance friend Mark. I’ve heard many things about you.”
“All good I would hope.” Mark jokes, rubbing the back of the neck. God this guy is really really pretty… and cute.
A soft purr rumbles in (M/n)’s throat, his gills puffing out slightly as he nods. “Of course! Your talents and accolades have traveled far outside this galaxy you call home.” (M/n)’s tail swishes around, scales glimmering in the light of the GDA’s many big screen monitors.
“(M/n), if you could please tell him why you’re here.” Cecil butts in. The aforementioned boy nods, turning back to Mark. “Apologies. My home planet… she’s in danger.” (M/n) solemnly states, fidgeting with the pearls hanging around his neck.
“What kind of danger?” Mark questions, heart breaking slightly as seeing the formerly happy alien now frowning.
“Our planet was invaded by a neighboring civilization. It was so sudden. We’ve held an amicable relationship and peace treaty for centuries.” (M/n) chews on his bottom lip, the fins on the side of his face now downcast. “They… they killed many of my people, as well as taking the king and queen, my parents, hostage. I managed to get away due to the help of some royal guards, but they weren’t so lucky.” A single tear falling down (M/n)’s cheek.
“I recalled another friend of mine, friend Allen, telling me about a planet where a friendly Viltrumite lived. I doubted this information, any stories I’ve heard of Viltrumites have not painted your people in the best light, my apologies.” The boy rubs his shoulders, seemingly embarrassed to even make eye contact with Mark.
“It’s fine! Not like it’s untrue.” He chuckles, attempting to lighten up the mood. Failing, considering how everyone is still in serious mode, but attempting nonetheless. “Sorry.” Mark coughs awkwardly.
“As per my already mentioned apprehension, I attempted to contact friend Allen for any clarification, but he’s yet to answer me. So I took what information I remembered and found myself here.” (M/n) then gets on his knees, grasping Mark’s hands. “So I come to plead as the Prince of Venusia on behalf of my people: please friend Mark Grayson, please save my home world.” The alien sobs, looking up at Mark with tear streaked eyes.
“How can you say no to that?” Cecil asks, Donald removing his glasses and silently wiping at his eyes.
“How far away is your planet?” Mark asks. “Venusia is less than a week’s travel!” (M/n) eagerly says, hoping the time of travel won’t scare Mark off.
“And how will we get there?” The Viltrumite asks. “My escape pod is still in tact. It is rather small I will apologize for that. It is meant to hold only one passenger; however, we can make it work.” The alien replies, tail swishing expectantly.
Mark thinks it over. Amber’s just dumped him. Dad is still missing. No major threats to the planet, or at least nothing the current Guardians couldn’t handle. And (M/n)’s pout and glossy eyes is just the cherry on the top. “I’ll do it.” He smiles, (M/n) standing up and eagerly pulling Mark into a hug. Squealing a chorus of multiple ‘thank you’s.
“We must get going immediately friend Mark. It’s incredibly urgent.” Mark allows (M/n) to drag him away, fingers interlaced. Mark wouldn’t admit it, but it did spark something in him.
“Wait, wait, wait-!” Mark says as (M/n) skids to a stop. The alien boy turning back and giving him a soft inquisitive hum. God, Mark wonders if he sounds as sweet when he’s moa-
“Is there an issue friend Mark?” The boy asks. “Did I do something wrong?” His tail drops at the self deprecating thought.
“No, no, no!” Mark immediately begins waving his arms about, anything to soothe the fish boy and assure him he’s not the problem. “It’s just… I don’t doubt that you’re prepared for the journey, but I don’t exactly think we need the same supplies.” (M/n)’s mouth drops open, understanding now. “Ah, I see. Well please, by all means friend Mark, take all the time to prepare and come back here to meet me.” (M/n) grasps his hands around Mark’s, eyes silently begging him to please return and not ditch him. Mark nodding as a faint blush spreads across his face and reaches his ears.
It didn’t take long for Mark to pack everything he’d need for a week, desperate to have (M/n)’s hands on his again. A few clothes here, some ready to eat meals and snacks there, and of course a few copies of Seance Dog. He was going to be in space for a week with no internet after all, a boy needs some entertainment!
It was coming up on day 3, but Mark wasn’t nearly as bored as he expected to be. (M/n) made great company, easy to talk to, and considering they’re both cramped into the single seat of the escape pod, it was only natural to get used to each others company.
(M/n) would talk about his life as an alien prince, but mostly let Mark talk, and Mark was more than happy to do so. Blabbering on about his heroic escapades, family drama, and Seance Dog. Eagerly teaching (M/n) all the lore. Supplying (M/n) with issue after issue. Star eyed and curious, it felt special to see someone experience and fall in love with the very thing Mark adored most for the first time.
“So this friend Seance Dog is an anthropomorphic canid with supernatural abilities who saves the world? How does one come up with such a thing! Your human imaginations are incredible!” (M/n) gushed, gills fluffing ever so slightly.
However, fueled with such eagerness, it was only a matter of time before (M/n) finished the whole series. Mark now trusting the fish boy to fetch the comics himself, paid no mind as (M/n) reached into the box and pulled out what he assumed was a another issue of Seance Dog.
“Is this how humans breed friend Mark?” Suddenly calls the half-Viltrumite out of his thoughts. Mortified as he realizes what (M/n) is holding in his hands was in fact NOT an issue of Seance Dog.
Clutched in between scaly hands was a porn magazine. (M/n) none the wiser looked at Mark with innocent eyes. Mark instantly snatches the mag from the alien’s hands, face redder than a tomato. “This…! I don’t even know why that’s in there!” Mentally scolding himself for not taking his porn out of the box he keeps his comics before boarding the pod.
(M/n) pouts, reaching up to take it back. “Please explain what this is friend Mark! If it’s anything like the incredible stories of our friend Seance Dog I’d like to see where this leads!” God he’s too innocent.
“Friend Mark! So this penis of your male species enters the female species’ vagina and the gonads supply the sperm which will then inseminate the egg do I have this correct?” (M/n) asks, somehow managing to calm Mark’s nerves. (M/n) isn’t judging or teasing him, neither is he making this sexual. He is truly just curious. “I-I guess yeah.” Mark manages to stutter out. Yea- no this is definitely still awkward.
“Fascinating.” (M/n) chirps. “May i see it?”
What…
“Huh?!” Mark questions, heart racing faster than a normal human would be able to handle.
“Your phallus. May I see it?” (M/n) asks. “I’ve never seen a human penis before.” Puppy dog eyes looking up at Mark.
“I- Um- Ah- maybe some other time, your majesty!” Mark coughs out. Suit getting tighter as his cock hardens slightly at the thought.
(M/n) nods. “There is no need for such formality friend Mark. Just ‘(M/n)’ is more than acceptable!”
“Okay, (M/n).” He says, shoulders slumping as he feels a bit more comfortable. Drifting off to sleep while (M/n) continues to analyze each page of the porno in his lap.
The battle was a lot harder than Mark had anticipated.
Sure the invading aliens weren’t exactly tough, but Mark’s only ever had to fight underwater once before, and that was a one on one. Now he’s swarmed by an armada of alien assholes.
(M/n) helped where he could. Not exactly a fighter, but fiercely determined to liberate his people.
Once the battle had settled and every invader was tossed into the atmosphere, Mark collapsed on the floor of the palace. Exhausted, but elated to see (M/n) reunited with his parents, tears of joy streaming down the boy’s face.
The trio swim over to Mark. “Mother, father, this is friend Mark. He’s the one who’s saved our mother planet!” (M/n) cheers, tail swishing behind Mark. Mark stands up, (M/n) placing an arm around his to help him up. “It’s an honor to meet you, your majesties.” Mark bows, expecting a cordial and professional atmosphere.
What he gets instead is being brought into the arms of both royals. “Thank you so much for not only saving us, our planet, and our people, but for keeping our son safe.” The queen says, cradling Mark’s head against her own. “My boy, you’ve done more this planet than you could ever know. Please know, if you are ever lost in the galaxies, you are always welcome here.” The kings large arms practically crushing him as they hug.
They eventually pull away, the king and queen eagerly inviting Mark to rest as they prepare a ship for him to return home. (M/n) taking his hand and leading him to a room in the palace.
“I… I never got the chance to thank you friend Mark.” (M/n) says as he watches Mark toss off the top of his suit. Laying onto the mattress in a giant clam and instantly relaxing. “It’s fine (M/n)! I’m happy to help and to see you with your parents. You’ve made me feel so welcome.”
“I still feel as if I’ve yet to even communicate a fraction of the gratitude I owe you.” (M/n) swims closer. “Will you… allow me to give you a gift that expresses my thanks?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
Mark isn’t sure what to expect. Maybe some alien technology, maybe a giant pearl, heck, even some pet exotic fish. What he doesn’t expect, is to have (M/n) on his knees. Alien tongue working wonders on his cock.
Mark’s whimpers echo in the air bubble (M/n) made him. Toes curling as (M/n) takes him all the way into his mouth, tongue wrapping around his balls. The alien pulls back, licking the precum off his lips.
“Am I doing well friend Mark?” (M/n) asks, bringing Mark’s cock to his face as he presses soft kisses to the glands on the underside. “Yeah- so- mhm! so so so fucking good!” Mark squeals. “Where the fuck did your learn how to do this?” The hero asks. “Those books in your box friend Mark. They said this was pleasurable for your species.” (M/n) licks a stripe up the entirety of Mark’s length.
Mark couldn’t even be bothered to add to the conversation, too busy writhing and twisting as (M/n) takes him into a whole new world of pleasure. Tongue continuing to constrict around his cock and balls. Thin teeth scraping against his skin perfectly threading the line between pain and pleasure. Mark’s hips thrusted into (M/n)’s throat, making the boy deepthroat him so deep he swears he can see himself through the prince’s gills. Don’t even get him started on the suction. It feels like (M/n) is literally trying to suck the skin off his dick, but at this point he’d let it happen.
Embarrassingly, it isn’t long until Mark reaches his climax. Balls tightening and eyes rolling into the back of his head as his cock spurts shot after shot of cum down (M/n) throat. The alien struggling to swallow it all, choking and gagging loudly. Mark watches his seed leak past (M/n)’s gills.
The alien prince doesn’t even have time to ask how Mark is feeling before he’s effortlessly lifted up and laid on the bed. Mark making easy work to pull off (M/n)’s shirt. His hands greedily moving down to the boy’s pants. “Um sorry, I didn’t ask. C-can I?” (M/n) nods. “You’re absolutely more than welcome friend Mark.”
(M/n) lifts his hips to aid Mark in removing his pants, the clothing quickly joining the growing pile on the floor.
Now fully undressed, Mark leans back, looking over (M/n)’s body. Eyes scanning down until they reach (M/n)’s di-
Wait… is that?
“Is something wrong friend Mark?” (M/n) asks, closing his legs in embarrassment. Mark immediately moves to spread them back open, causing the boy beneath him to squeak in surprise. “No, it’s just… this isn’t what I was expecting.” He finally says, running a finger over the fleshy slit in between (M/n)’s legs. (M/n) gasping at the sudden contact. “Do all of your people have this?” Mark asks, using his fingers to spread open the flaps. “It’s efficient. Much better chance of successful mating when everyone has both reproductive facilities.” (M/n) sputters out, whining as the tips of Mark’s fingers finally dip into his pussy.
“Both?-“ Mark answers his own question as he watches (M/n)’s dick slide out of his pussy. A loud moan slipping past the boy’s lips. “Well there it is.” Mark chuckles as he wraps his fingers around the shaft, stroking up and down.
Mark places a hand on (M/n)’s chest, holding the prince down as he jacks him off. (M/n) eager to be squirming around.
“It’s so big.” Mark coos, adoring how embarrassed (M/n) gets at the compliment. “Too bad we won’t be using it. At least, not this time.” Mark says.
(M/n) nods, reaching down to shove it back in himself, whimpering until it eventually disappears inch by inch.
Mark lines himself up, pushing into the alien with a single thrust. The fact his pussy is self-lubricating helping immensely. A groan slips past both men’s lips as Mark bottoms out, stilling to give (M/n) time to adjust.
Eventually Mark starts giving some experimental thrusts, feeling the warm, velvety walls of (M/n)’s pussy sucking him back in. “You’re so tight.” Mark groans, moving his hips at a faster pace. “‘M a virgin friend Mark.” The alien blabbers, mouth hung open as he drools. “You ‘were’.” Mark corrects with a smirk. Pulling (M/n) close as he delivers a particularly deep thrust, finally giving in and going as fast he can.
Mark watches as the prince beneath him grips the mattress and arches his back, moan after moan of pleasure perforating the once quiet air of the room.
“You like that baby?” Mark coos, leaning down and pressing kisses along the alien’s gills, licking up his own dried cum. (M/n) runs his claws down Mark’s back, nodding profusely as he whines in ecstasy. “Want me to fill up that pussy?” (M/n) lets out a particularly loud shriek, encouraging Mark. “Yea? Want me to pump you full of my cum baby?” Feeling his orgasm quickly approaching as (M/n) tightens around him.
(M/n) is so lost in the feeling of Mark’s cock practically tearing him in half, he barely even registered what the Viltrumite was saying. But as he feels Mark’s cock throbbing inside of him, he realizes he’s close. (M/n) panics, squeezing Mark’s pecs. “Wait- wait friend Mark. Pull out please, I’ll get pregnant-!” The alien squeaks out in between groans. Mark really doesn’t want to. He’d love to knock (M/n) up, but he’ll save that for some other day.
Mark pulls out, cumming for the second time that night. Groaning as he spews cum all over (M/n)’s tummy. The aforementioned boy follows soon after, cock breaching past his pussy as it spews its load. Twitching as it squeezes every last remnant of sperm.
“That’s so hot.” Mark says softly, trailing his finger up (M/n)’s dick. Reaching up to swirl their loads together on the prince’s stomach.
“Did… you… appreciate your gift friend Mark?” (M/n) asks in between heavy breathes. Mark leans down and kisses him deeply. “Absolutely.”
haii, can i request a rendered pop art (idk if i’m doing this right lol) about Abby from kdh x male!reader with Money Is Everything by Addison Rae ? basically reader is a nepo baby. daddy’s money, never worked a day in his life, and just generally unaware of the true struggles of the world (thought not maliciously or intentionally) the whole works. He’s a Saja Boys super fan and his dad pulls some strings to basically make it so reader can have meet and greets and come over to their place anytime he wants. The other boys surprisingly warm up to him rather quickly or are indifferent, but Abby is not so keen on him, thinking reader is just a spoiled brat. However, as Abby is his bias, reader practically follows him around like a lovesick puppy, and eventually Abby warms up to him, taking him on “dates” around the city just them two. While Abby doesn’t know much about the human world, in comparison to the reader, he feels like an expert. Reader having absolutely no clue about any real world issues. Abby knows he truly has no place to be doing this, quite literally only being on this side of the Honmoon to steal souls and hurt humanity, but he genuinely likes reader now and wants to teach him as much as he can so that reader isn’t stuck in his little bubble anymore. just general fluffiness. if not that’s completely fine, just ignore this !! have a nice day/night !! (sorry for not sending it here first lol )
Money is Everything
ꕥ A Rendered Pop Art request!
Nepobaby!M!reader x Abby (fluffy oneshot)
extra: thank you for the request! i won't lie, addie rae threw me off- but i was so pleasantly surprised by how much a banger this is, hope you notice the lyrics i sprinkled in
i wasn't given much of a specific scenario so i'm sorry if my interpretation of your req seems rushed or vague- i think i made it bittersweet- IM SO SORRYY FUCKK i tried my best BUT I'M SORRY NONETHELESS
100 Follower's Event
You were untouchable in this world. Having loaded parents is the best possible fate a baby could be blessed with at birth. Being gifted worlds of luxury that kids your age would only get once a few years that you were given at least once a year.
But luxury being the standard is truly a double edged sword to wield.
The second edge is the first one Abby noticed when you appeared backstage after a performance of the Saja Boys. He hasn’t been on the surface world for the longest, but he doesn’t need to be to notice the air of grandeur that surrounds you.
Your main brand clothes scented with the highest brands of cologne, it made him feel this strange feeling of unease when you approached him specifically with that golden shine in your eyes.
But you were so bubbly when you spoke to him, and every single time he’d answer, you seemed like a warm bundle of sunlight that was busting through the seams. Of course, the seams were out of silk. You seemed like you genuinely didn’t understand what you were doing, the random backstage appearance that the Saja Boys didn’t even know. Honestly at first, Abby was just annoyed by your obliviousness.
Your perky attitude and your grand acts to make him like you, you somehow found out where the Saja Boy’s were living, shipping him expensive gifts. The best and most high quality self care products, shirts that would intentionally be able to show off his muscles and abs, going as far as to rent him a whole gym to himself for when he wanted it.
He tried to keep it straight with you, giving you the same answers he’d give other fans because remember. Abby isn’t here to make it big, he’s here to collect souls as his duty as a demon of Gwi-ma.
But he couldn’t deny that your golden acts of gift giving didn’t please him. He was still a man with eyes- and it’s not like you weren’t his type- you totally were. And his eyes can’t help but glimmer at each pricey gift that was sent to him. It always had a note. Handwritten, always asking him to go on a date with you- at least just once.
Undoubtedly, Abby was your bias. In your life, you knew that as long as you had certain colored cards with papers with special prints on them, you could access everything. Abby, to you, was no different in that regard, but he was different in the sense that you genuinely wanted to bond with him, to please him rather than yourself. Hence, the hordes of gifts just for him.
Abby finally writes back on one fateful summer day. Your heart’s racing as your eyes skim over his reply. He agreed to a date!
The first night out was a flashy one, it had to be. It was you! And him! With him! It can’t be anything less than outstanding. And so you deliver, you invite him out to the most expensive restaurant that is famous for their grilled meats.
Abby hates to admit that, in fact, he was charmed after that night. Your excited chatter, you weren’t even close to arrogant, but you were oblivious. Slow, if he feels mean. You were like a shaken up soda can, the moment you opened, you’d explode with fizz and foam.
And Abby knew he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to drink you up. Until your soda pop fizzles out. (Get it)
After a few couple of months of behind the scenes affection and dates that’d make an average man cry pennies for months, Abby got comfortable with you. He started to suggest less flashier dates, something the average person would do.
Dates that felt more familiar to Abby, walks in parks, going to the public beach, simpler and less extravagant restaurants across the city. And while you were unsure where that was going, you realized that these dates made you both closer. Oftentimes Abby would explain phenomenons you didn’t know to you. You’d just say that ‘Money is everything, so I don’t need to know that..’, he’d roll his eyes and make you listen anyway.
Regardless, when you didn’t understand something, sometimes he backed up behind you, guiding your arms with a light grip. You’d shiver when his breath hit your neck, he’d chuckle in your ear and you’d melt in his hands.
Another night, another date. This time it was Abby’s turn, tonight was going to be bittersweet. The next day was the Saja Boy’s newest release while being their last release. And because of that, he asked you to go somewhere extravagant, a bit out of character for him- but you didn’t stop for a second because he was still your boyfriend.
You reserved a night at a famous eatery that hosted candlelit dinners on the top floor, the sky was your ceiling that night. You rented the whole top floor out so you could have the entire sky to just you and your Abby.
The night when as usual, you both shared drinks that didn’t drunken Abby a bit, being a demon and all. Tonight that fact seemed to dig deeper at him as he was nervous to be with you, so he was touchier, more tender, he cupped your flushed cheeks a bit more sweetly.
You both finished the meal, now leaning at the railings, staring at the city’s scenery and at the sky that sparkled like diamonds. He knew you were drunk, your sloppy actions and floppy arms that hugged his biceps a bit tighter, so maybe you’d take his words a bit lighter.
“[Name].. I don’t think we can see each other after tomorrow,”, he knew you didn’t even know half his identity, but that doesn’t mean you loved each other any less. He said this to ease his own guilt, by this time tomorrow night, your soul wouldn’t be yours anymore.
You perk up at his solemn words, giggling like you heard the funniest joke, pressing your forehead against his, your arms looped around his neck, you pulled him closer. “Don’t be silly, I’m the son of the [Last Name] corporations, I can make anything happen.”
Your tone was half serious, but Abby knew you were being serious about it. He knew that if he wasn’t a demon, you probably would do just that.
“[Name]...” he softly breathed onto your lips, now glittered with the alcohol and your makeup.
A dazed look in your eyes as you looked at him like he was the sun, a look that didn’t fail to make the bigger man feel warm inside. His large arms looped around your waist, he knew you were going to deny it.
“Say it, baby don’t lie, money is everything.”
THIS SONG IS FIREEEEEUHHH
-> @abby-himbo-truther because its your man
i hope my characterization of abby was ok
genuinely so sorry if i didn’t make it the way you saw it 🙂↕️
Summary: you both knew the risks. to attempt to avoid the hunger games, to go against the capitol, it was crazy, but it was worth a shot.
It was never supposed to be like this.
It must have been some cruel joke. From fighting to your life in the impoverished hell that was your district, to being chosen to fight for your life in the capitol for the 11th annual Hunger Games. You weren’t going to win. You were going to die, you knew it. That was… until he showed.
Your boyfriend, somehow broke into the cellar you were locked in after being picked in the reaping.
“Get out of here Lee Seoho!” You hissed as the other male simply flashed you a toothy smile. “Couldn’t stay away, beautiful.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you through the bars. “Did you really just come for a kiss?” You questioned. “Oh, trust me sweetheart. I’m aiming for a lot more than a kiss, but let’s get you out of here first.” Seoho smirked as your face flushed red. He reached into his bad and pulled out a makeshift lock pick and worked his magic until the door swung open with a creaky squeal.
You immediately rushed into Seoho’s arms and buried your face into his chest. He cradled your head and pressed kisses to your temple as you cried into his shirt. “Shh shh… it’s okay. I’ve got you. Hyung’s got you.” He whispered into your hair as he rocked you side to side. You looked up at him and he used his thumbs to wipe the tears out of your eyes before leaning in and capturing your lips in his.
Seoho was the one to break the kiss as he heard a peacekeeper patrolling just outside the cellar. “As much as I’d love to keep kissing my boy, I think we should get out of here before we’re found out.” You nod in agreement and take Seoho’s hand as he begins to lead you out of that god forsaken prison.
“Hop up there.” He instructs as you’ve approached a tunnel hidden above a fireplace. You nod and clumsily hop into the tunnel and aid Seoho once it’s his turn to enter.
“Just crawl until you see light okay?” He instructs as he covers up the tunnel behind himself. You follow his directions in the seemingly never ending rabbit hole, until your eyes are assaulted by the bright rays of the sun. “I think I see the end!” You exclaim. “Good keeping going forward, baby.” Seoho instructs.
Once you reach the surface, you dust yourself off and take in the trees around you. As soon as Seoho makes his way out of the tunnel, you tackle him into a hug. You both giggle as you litter kisses across each other’s faces while rolling in the grass. As Seoho finds himself hovering over you, he realizes just how precious you are to him and just how close he was to losing you. “You really had me scared back there.” He confesses. “I had myself scared.” You weakly laugh. “I was gonna die there, you know? I had no chance of winning.” Seoho simply leaned in and kissed you. “Shh, you’re not going anywhere.” He smiled down at you and stood up. “Let’s go. They’ll realize you’re gone sooner or later.” You nod and take his outstretched hand as you stand. “Where to?” You question as you walk through the thicket. “Our place. We’re gonna pack whatever we can carry and get out of here.” He explains. Watching around every corner to make sure he’s not being followed. “Do we have to leave? I’m sure if we lay low long enough we’ll be fine. We could stay in the pantry or Ms. Tammy’s tavern!” You offered. “Baby, we’re rebels now. The capitol will not let us live.” “But-“ “M/n!” You jumped as Seoho raised his voice. He immediately recognized his mistake and swooped in to embrace you. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s just… we can’t stay here. We’ll die.” His voice quivers as he says this. “I know… I know…” You bury your face in his chest, “I know…” Seoho held you closer. “We leave at sundown, okay?” You nod. “Let’s go then.”
Leedo is not a fan. He’ll let you do it if you truly insist, but he doesn’t enjoy it. He finds it uncomfortable and not pleasurable. It would take so much convincing to even get him to agree to let you do it the first, and almost impossible for any time after. He finds rimming to be a loss of his pride, even if he’s the bottom in your relationship.
Xion:
Xion will let you do it if you want to, but he has to be in the right mood as he doesn’t get much pleasure from it. He finds it rather ticklish, but seeing you enjoying yourself is more than enough for him.
Keonhee:
Keonhee likes it. It wouldn’t be his first choice, he’d rather get head or simply fuck, but he enjoys it when it happens. Whether he’s the top or the bottom, he has no qualms about bending over and showing off his tight, pink hole for you.
Seoho:
You don’t even need to ask him twice. As soon as you say you want to rim him, his pants are off and his ass is spread. He LOVES feeling you tongue prod against his rim. Depending on how much of a dom he is, he’ll often reach back and force your head deeper into his ass. And yes, he does love riding your face.
Hwanwoong:
Let’s act shocked that he’s the most down to have a tongue in his ass. Hwanwoong loves anything to do with his hole. Whether you want to breed him until sunrise or eat him out all night, he doesn’t care. He loves riding your face. If you want to eat his ass, he’ll drop whatever he doing to ditch his pants and spread his ass for you. He loves if you’re rough with him, folding him in ways only his flexibility will allow just to devour his tight rim.
Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Male Reader | (side) Tengen Uzui x Male Reader
Warning(s): Very Narrative Driven, Very Long(?), Slight Manga Spoilers, Mourning, Death
Summary: Living without the love of your life can do a number on you, especially when you’re living everyday wondering if you even want to go on.
Part I
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He’s gone…
It feels like it was only yesterday that he was holding you and promising to marry you…
He’s gone…
He said the mission was going to be easy…
He’s gone…
He was supposed to come back safely…
He’s gone…
He’s just playing a prank!
He’s gone…
He sent that crow with a phony letter to scare us!
He’s gone…
Mr. Uzui must be in on it as well!
He’s gone…
They’re such pranksters!
He’s gone…
He’ll be back soon…
He’s gone…
I can’t wait until-
HE’S
GONE
NOW
…
It can’t be real…
it just can’t be…
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You tried to convince yourself it wasn’t real. That it was all some sick game Kyojuro thought would be funny. That was until you saw his crow flying to the estate while you were outside cleaning with Senjuro, followed by a young boy with a scar…
“Are you Senjuro? And Sir Rengoku’s lover?” The boy asked before politely bowing.
“I take it you know about Mr. Rengoku? I’m so sorry. Before he died, he asked for some messages to be delivered to you, your father, and his lover. I’ve come to pass them on.” He stated.
“From my brother? Thank you, but i’m already well aware of what happened to him.” Senjuro solemnly stated. You moved closer to him to rub his shoulder. “What’s wrong?! Your face! It looks as pale as a ghost!”
“Knock it off!” All three of you were surprised by the sudden outburst. “Whatever message he left means nothing anyway! Why would he become a swordsman when he had no talent to being with! It’s no wonder he died! He’s worthless.” You gripped on the broom tighter, your eyes beginning to swell with tears at Shinjuro’s words. “He was a fool of a son from the start! A person’s potential is determined the day they’re born. Only a mere handful have any talent… the rest are just dregs of society. You’re either born a genius or someday killed by one!” Shinjuro stopped to take a drink. “It’s clear which one Kyojuro was. He had no future to begin with. No surprise he got killed.” Senjuro cuddled closer into your side.
“You shut your mouth!” You screamed, surprising all three boys. “Kyojuro had a bright future ahead of him! He was to come back and marry me! We were to be wed and start a life together! All my life, I dreamed of spending my last days with him, so don’t you dare stand here and soil his name by calling him worthless because he meant everything to me!” You fought back tears as Senjuro leaned closer to comfort you. “Just because you’re a sad old man who gave up on his own life doesn’t give you the right to speak badly about an other’s!”
“Give me a break! The funeral is over! It’s high time you both move on with your damn lives!” You held the youngest Rengoku behind you as he cried into your kimono.
“Just a moment!” The boy with a checkered haori moved to stand in front of you and Senjuro. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit too harsh? Please show some respect for your son!” He yelled.
“And just who the hell are you? Answer me! Or get off of my property!” Shinjuro yelled.
“I’m with… the demon slayer corps!” He announced. Something he did somehow caused Shinjuro to drop his jar of saké.
The next few moments were a blur to you. One second, he was yelling at the young slayer boy about sun breathing, the next he had him pinned to the ground, and then you were holding Senjuro after his father had hit him.
“Don’t you dare lay a hand on him you monster!” You rushed to put some distance between Senjuro and the altercation in front of you. “Why are you acting so hostile like this in the first place? Insulting your own child who lost his life… in front of his fiancé no less! And striking your son; what’s the matter with you?!”
“Are you alright?” You examined Senjuro’s face. He nodded, but still held the injury. “I’ll get you some ointment after he calms down, okay?” Senjuro nodded and you held him close to him, before turning back to see the boy lunging at Shinjuro.
“Young slayer, be careful!” You yelled. “He’s a former hashira!” Senjuro shouted as the boy was punched in the face by Shinjuro. “Please father! Have mercy!” You stepped away from Senjuro to rush towards the boy.
Your eyes widened as you saw the boy knock out a former hashira… with a head butt? You put your shock aside and caught both of them.
“Senjuro, please take this boy inside. I’ll deal with your father.” The young boy eagerly came to assist you as you painstakingly took the older man inside.
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Now you three found yourself in the main living area of the house as you applied some ointment to Senjuro’s injury and examined the other slayer boy’s injuries.
“I feel like I’ve made a grave mistake.” The boy said with a bowed head after you applied a simple healing balm to his forehead. You left to your room soon after, but you kept your door open to keep an ear out for Senjuro.
“Please sir, have some tea.”
“Thank you very much. I hope you can forgive me… for head butting your father and all. He’s okay right?” The boy asked.
“Oh yeah, he’ll be fine. (M/n)’s an amazing doctor, so it’s not like he’d be down for too long. And besides, he’s back to getting saké already.” Senjuro explained.
“What a relief.” The slayer huffed.
“You have my thanks.” Senjuro said, seemingly to the other boy’s surprise. “For standing up to him. I was too scared to. Even when he badmouthed my brother like that. I’m sure (M/n) is grateful too.” You watched through the back door as Shinjuro wobbled off to purchase more saké. “Tell me. What were my brothers last moments like.” You suddenly remembered why that boy was here in the first place. As that all too familiar pain began to emerge in your chest, you shut the door. You didn’t need anymore grief. Your heart has had enough as it is.
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A knock to your door awoke you from the nap you hadn’t even noticed you took. “Come in.” You groggily called and watched as Senjuro slowly walked in. “Our visitor has left.” He said. You nodded before Senjuro ran over and collapsed in your arms. You raked your fingers through his hair as he loudly sobbed into your shoulder. “It’ll be alright. We’ll get through this.” You cupped his face and looked into his teary eyes. “For Kyojuro, okay?” You held out your pinky to him. He nodded before interlocking your fingers.
“It was difficult getting him to accept Kyojuro’s sword guard. He swore he couldn’t accept it.” Senjuro lightly chuckled recounting his encounter with the young slayer boy you now knew as Tanjiro. “He said that you should’ve kept it.” He smiled. “I couldn’t keep that thing even if I wanted to. I’d get too sad.” You said, running your fingers through Senjuro’s hair.
“‘Don’t let me limit your heart’,” Senjuro said out of the blue. “‘Please allow someone else to give you the love i wish i could’ve, because you deserve the world and more. I hope you find a man who will treat you like the prince you are in my place.’” “What are you on about?” You turned to face him. “Those were Kyojuro’s last words to you. Tanjiro said he had the most to say about you. Apparently he wouldn’t shut up about how excited he was to marry his boyfriend when he returned from his mission.” You felt Senjuro’s tears falling in your lap before you even noticed the ones dripping down your cheeks.
You two cried a lot that night…
And the next…
And while you could’ve sworn you were hearing things, you knew Shinjuro was crying too.
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“You shouldn’t push yourself ya know? That’s not very flashy of you.” The sound hashira called to you as you continued to train.
You had chosen to become Tengen Uzui’s tsugoku as a means of defending yourself after Kyojuro’s death. It would be hard for anyone to train like this, but now imagine you’ve gone your whole life without as much as touching a sword, to now pushing yourself to train every day with one until your heart felt like it was on the brink of giving out.
“If you expect me to be ready for battle within the current century, you’ll let me continue.” You said, not even sparing a glance towards the older man behind you.
He scoffed before walking towards you and gripping your sword. “That’s enough (M/n).” He sternly instructed. “We’ll pick this up tomorrow.”
You let go off your sword and stormed off, leaving the taller to slowly trail behind as he fiddled with your blade.
“You can be quite the brat ya know?” He commented as you made your way back towards the Rengoku residence.
“And you can be quite the headache.” You pulled off your geta and made your way towards the kitchen, not before greeting Senjuro with a hug and kiss to his forehead. Afterwards, starting on dinner for you all, as well as your unwanted flashy guest.
“I don’t know why you insist on staying here. You have a home with three wives to return to.” You snidely commented as you poured stew into Senjuro’s plate.
“Well, my home doesn’t have my cute tsugoku at it now does it?” Tengen smirked at your irritated expression.
You inhaled deeply before launching his plate at him; however, he caught it rather easily and began to dig in as if nothing happened. Curse him for being a skilled hashira. “And besides, you know they’re not there.”
You took your place next to Senjuro and angrily began to eat. Stuffing your face full of stew and barely even giving yourself time to chew.
“Thank you for the meal (M/n)!” Senjuro hugged you before running off to his room, realizing the tense atmosphere he found himself in the middle of.
“If you want a real answer, I worried about you (M/n).” Tengen stated as he placed his bowl down. “You never wanted to even touch a sword, but now you push yourself to train with one every day. It’s not healthy.”
“Who cares how I was in the past. So what if I want to wield a sword now? You should only concern yourself with training me.” You glared at him.
“You won’t defeat the demon that killed Kyojuro.” He deadpanned. “You’re far too weak… and if you plan on pushing yourself like this, you’ll be dead before you even have the chance to try.”
You tighten your hands into fists and inhaled deeply, attempting to keep yourself from crying.
Tengen shifted to be seated beside you and laid your head on his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry ya know? Just let it all out.” You sobbed into his shoulder as he rubbed your back.
“Once we get back from this mission… please listen to me. I promise I’ll help you get stronger, without you pushing your body so hard.” You nodded against his body and he smiled gently down at you. He cupped your face so that know you were facing his.
“Go get some rest.” He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Meet me at the Butterfly Estate tomorrow morning. I’ll be there to find a girl to help on this mission.” You nodded. He smiled and placed a kiss to your forehead before standing up. “See you later (M/n).”
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“You’re an idiot you know that?” You cried as you held the only hand Tengen had left.
While you expected to engage in battle during this mission to gather information on the sound hashira’s wives, you never expected to encounter an upper moon, much less two of them. Now you sat in the aftermath of the battle: bloodied and bruised; but your injuries were nothing compared to Tengen’s. His forearm had been cut off and he was poisoned. He didn’t have much time left.
“Hey calm down.” He cupped your face gently. “Nice to see that pretty face of yours wasn’t damaged.”
“Shut up! Focus on yourself!” You yelled at him as you struggled to apply pressure to his severed arm.
“Appreciate the effort sweetheart, but it’s not this injury that’s gonna kill me.” You realized that the poison was still ravaging his body.
“Shit! I forgot my medicines back home. If only I would’ve brought them none of this would’ve-!” A small tap to your shoulder averted your attention from the sound hashira to the young kamado girl that now sat beside you.
She gently pressed her hand against Uzui before… SETTING HIM ON FIRE?! You and all of Tengen’s wives screamed in horror as you watched the older man being engulfed in pink flames. Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma bickered amongst themselves as they yelled at Nezuko, but you focused on how Tengen’s once purple skin now began to clear.
You sat amazed as you watched Uzui heal from what was once a deadly venom.
Tengen slowly turned to you and smiled. “I guess I’m so flashy, even death can’t beat me.”
You wept as you tackled the larger man into your embrace, the others watching with endearment as the sound hashira held you. “Don’t scare me like that you asshole.” Uzui simply laughed as he wiped your tears.
“What do ya say we get out of here?” He announced to his wives as they, alongside you, helped him get up and walk away.
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You very carefully worked on reapplying the sound hashira’s bandages as he carefully held you in his lap.
“You’re really cute when you’re all focused like that.” Tengen commented once you finished wrapping him up.
“Shut up.” You walked away from him as you worked on reorganizing your ointments and medicines. Uzui chuckled to himself as he lovingly watched you work.
“Hey (M/n)?” Tengen called out which caused you to turn to face him. “Yes?” He beckoned you to come closer to him, and you obliged. Adjusting yourself to sit in his lap. “Why don’t you come and live here with us?” He offered. “What do you mean?” You looked up at him, confused as to what his true intentions were. “Will you allow me to court you and become my husband? I could use another man around the house to balance things out ya know?” He smiled gently at you.
You slowly moved off him as you attempted to put some space between you. “Is something wrong?” Tengen shot you a concerned look, looking shocked when you rejected his attempt to hold your hand. “I-I’m not- I can’t… I still…” Tengen grasped your hand. “It’s alright (M/n). I understand.” He rubbed your knuckles lovingly. “I’m sorry-“ “Don’t be.” He cut you off. “You have no reason to explain yourself.” He knew your heart still belonged to Kyojuro and he respected that. You two sat in a comfortable silence as you slowly allowed yourself to return to sit in Tengen’s lap.
“My heart still isn’t ready to move on, but I promise you, the day it is, it’ll be yours.” You looked up at him. “And I’ll be more than happy to accept it.” He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a sweet kiss to your knuckles.
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It all moved entirely too fast.
One day you were enjoying a day out on the town with Uzui and his wives, and now you watched as the demon who killed Kyojuro faded into dust.
“We did (M/n).” Tanjiro wept as he attempted to apply pressure to the wound in your stomach. “You did it.”
You smiled and coughed up blood. “You’re not injured are you?” You looked up at the scarred boy.
“No sir.” He wiped some tears from his face. “I’m glad.” You breathed deeply before realizing one of your lungs must’ve been punctured as you struggled with something as simple as that.
“You should be worried about yourself. You’re in two pieces.” Tomioka quietly stated as his sat down beside you.
“I’ll be alright.” You felt your eyelids slowly become heavier and heavier with each blink of your eyes. “Stop with this nonsense Mr. (M/n)! You’re going to die soon! Please speak with some urgency!” Tanjiro cried out. You simply chuckled and reached up to cup his face. “Why should I be sad? The killer of my lover has been killed by my efforts and now I’m presented with the opportunity to see Kyojuro again. I have no reason to be upset. In fact… I’m rather relieved. So please, don’t mourn me. Who knows how many lives I have helped to save by ridding the world of that demon. I will go on with no regrets in this world.” You explained, watching as both men before you accepted your death.
“Tanjiro, please tell Senjuro I’m sorry to give him another loss, but please assure him I will be watching over him. Me and Kyojuro both will be excited to see the great man he becomes.” Your breaths started to become much shallower. “And for Mr. Uzui, please tell him I apologize I couldn’t give him my heart, but that I will cherish all the love he still gave me in spite of my inability to do so.” Tanjiro became more panicked as he realized your heart beat was slowing down. “Please, save your breath-“ Tomioka covered his mouth, allowing you to continue. “And for you both, go out there and save the world. I’ll be cheering you on.” You shut your eyes. “Set your heart ablaze.”
And just like that, you were gone…
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You awoke in a grassy field. The sun was bright and wind was warm, feeing almost as if it was pressing kissed against your skin every time it passed by. The tall reeds swayed in the blowing wind and brushed against your legs, slightly tickling you. Everything was perfect.
“I’m proud of you!” A familiar voice boomed through the air.
You slowly turned around as you laid your eyes on the man you have longed to see ever since that faithful night…
“K-Kyojuro…?”
“It’s me (M/n).” He smiled to you and opened his arms.
Your eyes rang and your breath hitched. It couldn’t be…?
Your shock was short-lived as you rushed towards him, immediately landing in his arms and tackling him to the soft grass. His body was as warm as you remembered. His arms immediately resting at your waist, just like he used to. His scent was as vibrant as you recalled.
It was him.
He was here.
With you.
“Where are we?” You looked around you. While it was peaceful, it was not where you recalled ever visiting.
“We’re in heaven love.” Kyojuro stated as he ran his fingers through your hair.
“Ah, I guess I died during that battle against Akaza.” The former flame hashira nodded as he held you close to him.
“No matter how you got here, you did amazing!” He smiled brightly at you, causing your heart to skip a beat. “And now we’ll never be separated again!”
You smiled back at him.
Sure, nothing has gone how you would prefer it to, but life has a way of subverting expectations, yet somehow managing to give you everything you wanted.
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Note(s): I wasn’t planning on making a part 2 to the original fic, but I had a sudden urge to write a bittersweet ending and immediately got to writing. I apologize if it’s too choppy, but I didn’t want it to be crazy long and a lot of what I originally planned was really just filler lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!
Warning(s): Very narrative-driven, Slight feminization (Reader is referred to as a wife), Kyojuro and Reader bathe together, Implied bath s3x
Summary: Living with the love of your life can do a number on you, especially when you live every day wondering if he’ll even come back alive
Part II
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Ten years…
Ten years since you’ve first started living with the flame hashira’s family.
Kyojuro Rengoku, the flame hashira, was your best friend since you were kids. So whenever your parents were killed by a demon, it was only natural he’d invite you to live with his family.
You were eternally grateful for his kindness and did everything anything necessary to attempt to repay his kindness; however, Kyojuro never once asked anything of you, simply saying you being alive and within his presence was more than enough. Even now, Kyojuro was twenty and you were nineteen, he was still as caring as ever. Always bringing you gifts from his many missions.
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You knew you liked the slayer. Hell, you’ve known since you were twelve. That was when Kyojuro held you as you cried on the second anniversary of your parents’ death. You wailed, you screamed, you looked a mess, all covered in snot and struggling to breathe, but Kyojuro never once judged you. He simply continued to hold you and you let you cry into his shoulder, whispering sweet words into your ear when you calmed enough to no longer be shaking. That’s when you knew, your heart belonged to him.
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You weren’t any good with swords, hence why you never chose to pursue the path of a demon slayer. Kyojuro tried his best to teach you, but you simply couldn’t figure it out. Instead, you decided to learn medicine. If you couldn’t help Kyojuro on the battlefield, you could at least help him in the aftermath. While Kyojuro spent his days training to pass Final Selection, you would learn how to blend herbs and roots from the kind old doctor up the mountain. Returning home at night to prepare dinner for Kyojuro and his younger brother, Senjuro, as well as to clean out any scrapes the older might have received during his training. You would run a bath for the swordsman and massage his tense shoulders until he began to doze off. Afterwards, you would tuck in Senjuro for the night, making sure to read him his favorite stories. The younger always asking if he could grow up to be as brave as the heroes in his stories, and you always reassuring him that he would be even braver. You would then head to Kyojuro’s room and fall asleep in the slayer’s arms.
A warm feeling would arise in your chest every night. You loved this routine.
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When Kyojuro was promoted to a hashira, you couldn’t really bring yourself to be happy. First off, his missions almost always had him away from home, so now that he was an even higher rank, you knew there was almost no way he’d be home for a while. And second of all, he’s almost died multiple times, and now that he was a hashira, you knew you would have to get used to it. Every time you had to wipe his blood off his skin, every time you had to stitch a gaping cut, it pained you. You constantly worried for him, and now to know the man you cared for so deeply could die any day now, did nothing to ease your constant fear. But he assured you, “I’m very strong (M/n)! It is my duty to protect the weak. Of what use would my years of training be if i never used it to protect the weak?” God, he reminded you so much of his mother.
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By some miracle, Kyojuro had some time off. A week off specifically. A week of not having to worry about if he’d be killed on the battlefield, a week of not having to hold your breath each time a crow came to your residence out of fear of hearing of his death, just a week of relaxing with Kyojuro by your side.
However, fate had other ideas.
In the middle of his break, he was called via crow to report to his master’s residence. Lord Ubayashiki if you recall correctly. You’ve never met the man but you’ve heard great things.
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“Must you really go? I’m sure you can simply tell him all he needs to know in a letter.” You now stood at the entrance to the Rengoku estate. Barely catching up to the flame hashira on his way out:
“I wish it was that easy (M/n), but if the master requires my presence it must be important.” He held your hands, his fingers brushing over your knuckles in an attempt to calm your growing worry. “Hey, I fortunately still have 3 more days of my break, remember? When I return, I promise I won’t leave your side until my rest is over.” He flashed you that god-forsaken smile of his. The smile that calmed you down and had your heart beating faster than the speed of a shinobi.
“When you return, please hold me?” You looked up at the man, silently swearing him to hold up his end of the promise with just your eyes.
“I swear on my honor, (M/n).” And with that, he was on his way.
You watched until you could no longer see his bright hair over the tree line, before returning back to sit at the engawa, distracting yourself by counting the stars.
“You really love my brother, don’t you?” Asked a small voice.
“Is it really that obvious?” You chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.
“Of course it is. Your face lights up every time you’re with him.” Senjuro comments as he moves to sit next to you.
“Then why doesn’t he say anything?” You asked, tears beginning to well in your eyes. “I doubt he’ll ever feel the same. He needs a strong hashira woman to marry, not a lowly pharmacist like me who can’t even wield a sword properly.” You wiped some stray tears away with the sleeve of your kimono. It was blue and had coi fish and lily pads as the design. Kyojuro bought it for you. He said you’d look pretty in it.
“You shouldn’t be so harsh on yourself (M/n),” Senjuro rested his hand on your shoulder, “I know my brother cares deeply for you. Why else would he invite you to live with us?”
“Because your brother is an honorable man who pities the weak. It was for no other reason than helping a pitiful boy who couldn’t even help his parents.” You clenched your hands into a fist as to not cry.
“Don’t say such things about yourself.” Senjuro shifted to rub your back. For such a young boy, Senjuro was very was mature for his age. I guess having to raise yourself due to having a drunkard as a father does that to a kid. “You know, Kyojuro told me he joined the slayers corp because of you.”
You turned towards the younger boy, surprise etched into every corner of your face.
“When he saw you that night ten years ago. Alone, all at the hands of a demon, he promised to not allow that to happen to anyone again. He said he made two promises that night; to kill all demons and to never let you be alone again.” Senjuro recounted, his smile brightening upon feeling your back relax.
“He truly cares for you (M/n). When he returns, please consider telling him about your feelings. I promise he won’t hate you, no- he can’t ever hate you.” Senjuro smiled at you.
“I will.” You wipe the remainder of the tears off your face. “Now, let’s get you back to bed, yeah?”
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Kyojuro returned by sunrise. Ubayashiki simply wanted to inform him of his next mission after his break.
He slowly crept into his home, peeping into his father’s room to see him sound asleep. Most likely due to alcohol rather than exhaustion, but at least he isn’t yelling at Senjuro, or god forbid, (M/n).
He then made his way to his room, but not before peeking into Senjuro’s room. His heart swelled at the sight of you resting with Senjuro in your hold, his head resting in the crook of your neck. A half-read story in your hands.
“Poor things. You both must’ve been very tired.” Kyojuro whispered as he moved to wrap you both in a blanket. You reached out a hand to grip his. “Oh, it’s you.” You stated, half-asleep. “I’m sorry (M/n). I didn’t mean to wake you.” He softly smiled. “No, it’s fine. I was about to awake anyways. Let me just lay Senjuro down and I’ll make us some breakfast alright?” You shifted to rest the younger Rengoku on his futon before tucking him in with a blanket. “Sounds good to me.” The flame hashira smiled as you dragged him out of his room and into the kitchen.
“Are you in the mood for anything specific?” You asked as you wrapped an apron around your waist. “Some miso soup would be amazing!” He stated. “With sweet potatoes i assume?” You smiled back to him. “You know me so well.” The flame hashira chuckled heartily. “Well of course I would know what my best friend likes.” Not to mention how i’m crazy in love with you you thought.
Just before you could finish the meal, a very annoyed and very hungover Shinjuro came barging into the kitchen. His eyes glanced over to Kyojuro before a look of disgust overtook his face.
“Sir Shinjuro. Would you like some miso soup as well?” You offered. Mostly to break the uncomfortable silence which had overtaken the area.
“Sure, sure, whatever.” Kyojuro’s father had never particularly hated you, in fact, the flame hashira might even go as far as to say his father liked you. Well, he’s never shown it, but he’s also never yelled at you, and according to Kyojuro those are the same things.
You smiled towards the retired hashira before preparing three bowls of soup, as well as an extra for when Senjuro decided to wake up. Normally Shinjuro would have him up at this hour but you decided to let him sleep in just a bit longer. You brought over the bowls and set them in front of the two men before taking your seat beside Kyojuro, apron still wrapped around your waist.
“Is it good?” You asked Kyojuro. “Of course it is! Everything you make is delicious (M/n)!” The flame hashira would say before wolfing down the entire bowl. “Tasty!” You chuckled at his antics. “Shall i get you some more?” He nodded and you arose to pour him some more.
“He has two arms and two legs (M/n). I’m pretty sure he can pour his own soup.” Shinjuro would remark as you stood. “It’s completely fine. I have no issue with it.” You stated once you returned with Kyojuro’s bowl. “He is a hashira. It won’t kill him to get up every once in a while. He doesn’t need you to be waiting on him hand and foot-“ “That’s enough father.” Kyojuro interrupted. “I would never ask something of (M/n) if it were to hinder him. Now please let us eat in peace.” Shinjuro tsked before continuing to eat. “Say, Kyojuro. Why don’t you get that wife of yours to go wake up Senjuro. He has to start training soon.” A blush found its way to both your and Kyojuro’s faces at the comment. “I-I’ll go get Senjuro.” You quickly stood and scurried to the younger’s room. “I can run you a bath if you’d like Kyojuro?” You offered before you fully exited the kitchen. “That would be lovely (M/n), *cough* thank you.” He stated, face still red and clearly flustered.
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“Thank you (M/n). This is wonderful.” Kyojuro said as he sunk into the warm water. “It’s no problem at all Kyojuro.” You smiled at him and began to work on massaging his tense muscles.
“About what my father said, I apologize if it made you uncomfortable.” The flame hashira said as he relaxed into your touch. “It’s completely fine.” You contemplated on whether or not to say what was on your mind. “I actually kind of liked it.” You whispered, but Kyojuro heard you.
“Oh?” He leaned his head back to make eye contact with you. “Would you enjoy being my wife? Would you like to wait here for me on my missions and then when I’d return, I’d hold you and whisper sweet things into your ear?” Kyojuro teased. His smiled widened as he saw your ears begin to turn red. “Well, I already kind of do that.” You said, attempting to distract yourself by working on kneading the older’s tense muscles.
“(M/n)…” Kyojuro called. “Hmm?” You cautiously looked up at him. “Could you please join me?” You swear you could feel your face turn darker than a beet, but you complied nonetheless.
Now you found your back resting against the chest of the flame hashira as he worked on cleaning your hair.
“How long have you wanted to be my wife?” Kyojuro teased. “Since we were kids. I’ve always admired you Kyojuro. Your resolve, your determination, your kindness, your pure heart, all of it made me fall deeper and deeper in love with you.” You finally admitted what you’d been holding with you for the past seven years. “What if I told you I felt the same?” Kyojuro asked. His hand falling from your hair to hold your hands. “Are you sure it’s not just because we’re both naked and pressed against each other?” You joked. “Well not that I don’t enjoy this, but it’s not at all the reason.” He pulled you closer to him. “All I do is for you. Joining the demon slayer corp, training hard to become a hashira, waking up in the morning, it’s all for you (M/n). While I’m away on missions, all I do is long to come home and see your beautiful smile while you’re reading to Senjuro. To hold you while you work on whatever new interest captures your attention. To taste your amazing cooking. To simply be around you is my will to live. You’re my everything (M/n).”
“But I am a man. You deserve a strong woman to carry your bloodline. Hell, I can’t even wield a sword correctly, how do you expect me to be good enough-“ Kyojuro’s lips met with yours. “Please stop speaking such nonsense. I don’t need a bloodline, I only need you (M/n).” A comfortable silence overtook the bathroom as he simply held you. Relishing in the presence of each other.
“I’ll tell you what (M/n). After this mission is over, I will marry you. How does that sound?” Your heart was beating uncontrollably. “Hello?” Kyojuro giggled as he caught sight of your flustered expression. “Don’t laugh at me! The man I’ve been in love with just expressed his feelings towards me and asked me to marry him in the same hour.” You slapped his chest as he continued to laugh. “Well, do you accept?” He looked into your eyes. “Of course!” Kyojuro smiled and captured your lips again. “Good, now let me show you just how much I love you.”
You two became one beneath that water. Much to the dismay of Shinjuro’s ears.
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As quickly as he returned, he had to leave yet again. Now you stood again at the gate of the estate. Kyojuro’s hands in yours as you begged for him not leave.
“I must go love. This mission is important.” Kyojuro chuckled as you continued to cling to him.
“Come back safely. You owe me a wedding!” You whined.
Kyojuro nodded and brought your lips to his. Holding you tightly and he hoped you would feel all his love.
“Promise you’ll return to me.” You held out your pinky to him.
He intertwined your fingers and kissed your knuckle. “Promise.”
“Say… what kind of mission are you even going on?”
“Something to do with a train. I’m sure it won’t be hard. I’ll be back quickly!”
Tysm for requesting and I hope you enjoy it! And ty for helping me through the process by giving me suggestions <3
Sunwoo; Boy, Pop My Cherry Like A Bubble
Genre: Smut, Friends to Lovers, College AU
Pairing: Bestfriend!Sub!Top!Sunwoo x Dom!Bottom!M!Reader
Requested: By @sanieful <3
Warning(s): Cursing, reader is really popular with guys, The Boyz thirsting over reader, both Sunwoo and reader are virgins, loss of virginity, mutual masturbation, 69ing, cum eating, overstimulation, anal, protected sex
Summary: After hearing his friends constantly thirsting over you and seeing who could sleep with you first, his best friend since you two were in diapers, Sunwoo decides to beat them to it.
(Inspired by a song I’ve been writing.)
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“Oh come on guys, you can’t be serious! We can’t be talking about the same (M/n).” Sunwoo exclaimed as he heard the nonsense coming out of his friends’ mouths.
“Sunwoo, we are talking abt (M/n) (L/n). Your best friend and the baddie with a phattie.” Eric said.
“Sometimes the things you say concern me.” Sunwoo rolled his eyes and shoved another fry into his mouth.
“Oh come on Sunwoo, look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t smash (M/n).” Hyunjae, captain of the basketball team, said.
“Shit, I’d hit.” Juyeon nonchalantly said.
“Aren’t you his roommate? (M/n) must be bringing a new guy over every night. You’ve probably heard everything.” Eric questioned Juyeon.
“Shut up! (M/n) isn’t that type of guy.” Sunwoo defended his best friend.
“Sunwoo, that boy is the most breedable person I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on, and oh my god his lips, shit, what I’d give to get head from him.” Hyunjae basically drooled.
“You guys are disgusting, and no, I haven’t thought about smashing my best friend. Since we were in diapers mind you.” Sunwoo had just about had enough, just then, he saw his other friend, Sangyeon, coming straight towards them.
“What are you guys doing to poor Sunwoo? He looks so flustered.” He smirked as he sat down next to the former.
“Hyung, would you fuck (M/n)?” Sunwoo asked.
“As in (M/n) (L/n)?” Sangyeon raised an eyebrow at the younger male.
Sunwoo nodded and awaited the older’s answer.
“Hell yeah!” He exclaimed. Receiving high fives from Juyeon and Hyunjae.
“Oh my god.” Sunwoo rolled his eyes and sunk into his chair.
“Sunwoo, ask any guy on campus and they would all give you the same answer.” Sangyeon explained.
“We have movie night tomorrow. What if I bend him over our kitchen counter and breed him until his legs give out on him?” Juyeon illustrated.
“Can you stop talking about fucking my best friend?!” Sunwoo lashed out.
“Not our fault he’s literally the finest motherfucker on campus.” Sangyeon said and stole a fry from Eric.
“Who’s the finest motherfucker on campus?” The man of the hour spoke behind Sunwoo.
“Oh, hi (M/n)!” Juyeon waved at his roommate.
“Hi hyung! Are you still up for movie night tomorrow?” (M/n) asked.
“You know it.” Juyeon said and sent a wink towards the younger.
“Anyways, me and (M/n) will be making our leave.” Sunwoo said and grabbed his best friend’s hand.
“Bye (M/n)!” All of Sunwoo’s friends called as they left.
“I didn’t know your friends liked me so much.” (M/n) smiled towards Sunwoo.
“If only you knew.” He gritted his teeth.
“Let’s go to my dorm and watch a few movies?” The red haired boy asked.
“Bet!”
As they walked towards Sunwoo’s dorm, a multitude of wolf whistles and cat calls was sent towards (M/n)’s ways, causing the red head to wrap his arm around his best friend’s waist.
“How are so comfortable with everyone basically drooling over you?” Sunwoo asked.
“What do you mean?” (M/n) countered as he opened Sunwoo’s door.
“Did you not see every guy hiding their boner when you walked by? Everyone was cat calling you.” The taller explained.
“Oh yeah, I thought it was weird, but I thought they were looking at someone else. I’m not really the most popular guy on campus. I literally only talk to you and Juyeon.” (M/n) explained as he took off his cream turtle neck sweater, revealing the baby blue crop top he wore underneath it. Sunwoo couldn’t help but stare. Maybe his friends were onto something.
“Dude, you’re like a sex icon on campus. Every guy wants you and every girl wants to be you. Everyone talks about how much game you must have.” Sunwoo says.
(M/n) burst out laughing as he held his ribs, causing his crop top rise up. His perfectly slim waist being on full display, Sunwoo couldn’t help but imagine his hands around it as he pounded into the younger.
“What do you mean ‘my game?’ I’m literally a virgin Sunnie.” The shorter revealed as he calmed himself.
“What-?!” Sunwoo’s eyes almost popped out of his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Cause there’s nothing to tell? I would tell you if I was seeing someone Sunwoo.” (M/n) said as he laid on the older’s bed. “What about you Sunwoo?”
“I mean, I’m a virgin too.” Sunwoo easily revealed.
“I guess I should’ve been more specific, but thanks for sharing with the class.” (M/n) giggled. “I meant, do you think about me the same way every other guy does?” He asked, his eyes staring daggers into Sunwoo.
“Uhm, well- oh look! They have Turning Red on Disney+.” Sunwoo grabbed the remote and began scrolling on the TV.
Suddenly (M/n) stood up and pushed Sunwoo down to the bed, his hands and hips pinned down by his best friend. Sunwoo gulped as he look up and saw the lustful look in the other boy’s eyes, his pants feeling inexplicably tighter.
“You know I don’t like repeating myself Sunnie.” (M/n) sternly said, yet he delicately moved a strand of hair out of the older’s face. “Do you want to fuck me Sunwoo?” He cocked an eyebrow.
Sunwoo’s cock twitched under his friend’s hips and he took a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Uhm, (M/n), you’ve been my friend for a really long time, and I’ve always been honest with you-!” One of (M/n)‘s traveled down to palm Sunwoo’s boner through his pants. “So I guess I need to be honest and say, I’ve liked you as more than my best friend for a while now.” Sunwoo confessed. His gaze dropped to his friend’s thighs. Oh how smooth they looked, how squeezable they appeared, how soft they felt squeezing his waist.
(M/n)‘s lips soon met Sunwoo as their tongues danced to their own rhythm.
Sunwoo’s hands were now free to grope the other boy’s body as much he desired. Grabbing and squeezing each piece of delicate skin. He wanted to mark it so bad.
“Sit up for me Sunnie.” (M/n) seductively whispered into the red head’s ear, leaving a small peck to the shell of his ear as he moved back. Sunwoo quickly obliged and was rewarded with the sight of his best friend stripping off everything until he was completely bare before him. “Quick staring.” The younger quietly chuckled and moved till he was sitting directly in front of the taller. “Why don’t we get you out of these?” He said and gestured to Sunwoo’s clothes. First his shirt was tossed across the room, followed by his pants, until at last…
“Are you sure you want this Sunwoo?” (M/n)’s eyes cautiously looked up towards him with the most adorable glint sparkling in them.
Instead of responding, Sunwoo’s hands quickly moved to tossing his boxers across the room. His dick standing out proud and already leaking pre cum.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were so hard Sunnie? I would’ve stopped my little interrogation earlier.” (M/n) chuckled as he wrapped his hand around the other, before slowly stroking him. And while Sunwoo’s eyes began to cloud with pleasure, he still managed to reach out and return the favor.
Soon, their hands found a steady rhythm and they moaned as they felt their pleasure leak into each other’s grasp. “Such a good boy Sunwoo.” (M/n) quietly complimented, his breath fanning against Sunwoo’s neck caused the taller to let out a dramatic moan.
The older covered his mouth in embarrassment and he swore he could feel his cheeks getting redder by the second. “Don’t hide it. I love how you sound.” (M/n) said and moved Sunwoo’s hand, before clashing their lips in a heated kiss. Not a word was spoken between them. The only sounds consisting of sloppy kisses and the wetness of their leaking cock.
“Let’s try another position.” (M/n) suggested before repositioning himself to where his cock was in front of Sunwoo’s face and his own face was directly in front of Sunwoo’s dick. Sunwoo was puzzled at first before he saw (M/n)’s mouth engulf his cock. He soon copied him, and while they were both inexperienced, they learned what felt good and what didn’t as they went along, finally landing the perfect rhythm as they continued to suck each other off. “(M/n), I’m close!” Sunwoo moaned as he forcefully shoved himself down the other’s throat, before spewing his seed. (M/n), not knowing what else to do, swallowed in a panic.
“What the hell Sunwoo?! Let me prepare a bit before you face fuck me like that, and ugh! Get a better diet, that shit’s gross.” Sunwoo couldn’t even bother to react to his friend’s rant, still trying to come down from cloud nine.
“Oh so you wanna ignore me now?!” (M/n) whined before his eyes landed upon a condom on Sunwoo’s nightstand. “For a virgin you’re well prepared.” He commented. “Mm sorry what?” Sunwoo replied in a haze, his mind still too occupied with the fact he just got his first, and technically also how he gave, his first blow and hand job. (M/n) didn’t even bother and just went ahead with his plan. He made his way to Sunwoo before straddling the other and pushing him down. He then began to stroke Sunwoo’s shaft until it regained its prior hardness, much to the discomfort of the taller. “H-hey, (M/n) that hurts!” He complained, but his words fell upon deaf ears. Once Sunwoo’s dick was at a suitable hardness, (M/n) slid the condom onto him. Sunwoo squirmed and whimpered at the overstimulation he was enduring, but once (M/n) sunk himself onto his dick, that pain turned into pleasure.
“Fuck!” (M/n) moaned once he completely bottomed out. “Let’s see what makes you tick Kim Sunwoo.” The younger spoke as he began to bounce up and down on the older’s dick.
Sunwoo squirmed and moaned as he felt like his dick would fall off from all the overstimulation he was experiencing. The younger squeezed and tightened his walls around the red head’s shaft to maximize the pleasure they were both feeling. “You know for a virgin, you sure know how to make a guy feel good.” Sunwoo complimented as he felt his second orgasm being ripped out of him. “I’ve seen my fair share of videos Sunwoo. I’m a virgin not a virgin.” (M/n) mentioned. “Well, was…” He added as he looked down at the mess that had become of Sunwoo.
Eyes hazed, lips swollen and wet, nipples perked up to attention, chest heaving, and the sweetest moans coming out of his mouth. God, (M/n) just loved it.
“I-I’m close (M/n)!” Sunwoo moaned and felt his cock begin to twitch in anticipation for his second orgasm. “Me too! Just a little bit more!” The younger groaned as he continued to roll his hips on the older’s dick.
Soon, Sunwoo could handle no more and felt himself spill into his condom for the first time that night. (M/n) stilled his movements to spill his seed onto his friend’s chest. They collapsed upon each other, chests rising and falling as they tried to catch their breaths. “That, was amazing, Sunnie!” (M/n) cheered and pulled himself off the older boy. Sunwoo looked down and saw his condom absolutely soiled and beginning to leak some cum from the base. “You must’ve really enjoyed it hmm?” (M/n) quizzed and helped the exhausted Sunwoo remove his condom, before tying it and tossing it in the trash.
The two boys then cuddled on the couch, not a word exchanged between them on what their relationship was now. Definitely more than friends, but whether they were lovers or not was to be discussed, but right now, they would just enjoy each other’s embrace and warmth as they were lulled of to sleep. Sunwoo’s only departing thought being “Man…
Warning(s): Age gap (Sangyeon is 36 and reader is 22), Reader is in college, ROUGH INTENSE sex… like hole splitting sex, a bit of gaslighting, spanking, degradation, spitting, fingering, rimming, nipple play, motorboating, unprotected sex (suit up boys), anal sex, creampie, overstimulation, multiple rounds
Summary: Your sugar daddy Sangyeon saw your report card, and let’s just say he wasn’t impressed.
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You tried your best to quietly open the front door to your’s and Sangyeon’s home. You knew he was home based on the fact that his car was parked out front, so you tried your best to open the door as quietly as possible.
You turned the doorknob and cringed at the piercing sound that was created in spite of your attempt to be sneaky.
“(M/n), honey, are you home?” Your boyfriend’s voice boomed from the house. You could tell he was currently in his office by the way his words echoed through the staircase.
“Yes hyung!” You called back. “Are you in your office?”
“Yes sweetheart. Come here, i want to see your report card.” Sangyeon voice resonated through the halls and beckoned you towards him. Damn you really should’ve just went to the park with Changmin.
You took your sweet time getting up the stairs. Not because you were trying to hide your grades from Sangyeon, well… maybe that was part of the reason. But because every step you took up the stairs felt heavier than the last, and once you reached the top you swore you couldn’t even move as your legs felt like they were made of lead.
“Baby, why are you just standing there?” Sangyeon smiled through the gap in the door of his office and signaled you in with his hand.
You gulped and shuffled yourself over to him, dragging your legs like they were nothing more than sacks of potatoes. Once you were in front of him he immediately reached out to bring you into his lap, but you moved back a bit.
“What’s wrong babe? Did something happen?” Sangyeon asked in confusion. You simply handed him your report card and looked towards your feet, of course not before sneaking a double take at how his work khakis hugged his thighs and how his bulge looked so defined. God, you just wanted to-
“What the hell is this (M/n)?” Sangyeon sternly asked. You flinched at the tone of his voice and struggled to make eye contact with you.
“Look at me when im fucking talking to you, bitch.” Your eyes widened as he gripped your chin and forced you to face him. “I bring you into my house. I pay for your college. I give you my money. And you repay me by bringing this home?” Sangyeon yelled. “I haven’t had much time because of work, but I-I promise I did my best, hyung!” You pleaded. “A 68 as your highest grade is your best (M/n)? Fucking pathetic!” He spat on your face as he released you from his grip.
Sangyeon spun around in his chair and reached for his phone and dialed a few numbers. “Don’t leave.” He said and shot you a glare. You knew you should be terrified, but god did he look hot when he was mad.
“Yes, Minji. Cancel all my plans for tonight. Something came up that I have to deal with at home. Thank you. Bye.” Sangyeon promptly hung up and turned his attention back to you. “Come here bitch.” He beckoned and bent you over his lap. “You know bad boys get punishments (M/n), and you’ve been a real bad boy.” He taunted as his hands palmed your ass. The other hand snuck towards your front and brought your pants and underwear to your knees. “W-what are you gonna do?” You quivered under his touch and moaned as the first spank landed on your bare ass. “Showing you what happens to bad boys.” Sangyeon coldly stated as he then landed another strike upon your bottom.
Hit after hit you moaned and yelped as the older continued to discipline you as he wished. “Start counting, slut.” Sangyeon instructed as he massaged your now red ass. “One.” *slap* “Two.” *slap* “T-three…” And so continued this cycle until you eventually reached 24, which is when Sangyeon quit his rampage on your poor cheeks. You struggled to steady your breathing and felt a few tears begin to slip out your eyes.
“Tsk, since you wanna keep acting like a baby… why don’t you come and suck daddy’s tits?”
Warning(s): cursing, making out, slight nipple play, implied smut
Summary: Amid the stress of managing the kingdom and being bombarded by his family to raise an heir, Winwin finds comfort in you, his favorite servant.
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“Emperor Sicheng, you’ve been doing such a wonderful job leading the kingdom and your people, even at such a young age!” Sicheng’s royal advisor complimented, but he knew better than to just take it at face value.
“What is the real reason you present myself to me?” He immediately called out.
“Umm, well, your highness, your mother has sent in yet another letter inquiring when you will find a wife and give her a grandchild and heir.” His advisor announced.
“Send in (M/n), please.” Sicheng sighed, rubbing his temples out of frustration.
“Would you like me to send a letter in reply?” His advisor asked.
“I don’t care, just hurry and send (M/n).” Sicheng waved off his concerns.
“He’s currently cleaning the royal dining room, your highness.” The advisor informed him.
“Get someone else to do it, now hurry and send him in. My patience is running thin.” Sicheng told him, his hand tightly gripping his throne.
“V-very well your highness.” And hurriedly the advisor left to fetch the servant boy.
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“Hmm, I think this area could use a few more scrubs.” You enthusiastically said and began to make sure the dining room was as clean as it could be possibly be. Only the cleanest for his royal highness.
“(M/n), your presence is requested by his royal highness in his throne room.” The man you knew as the emperor’s advisor said to you.
“I still have a bit more to clean. Do you think he could wait a little bit?” You asked him.
“I’m afraid he’s asked for you, effective immediately.” He informed you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have someone take your place and inform the head mistress where you’ll be for the day.” He offered.
“Thank you.” You stood up, dusted off your clothes, bowed to the man, and made your way to his highness’s throne room.
“Hello, your highness, you asked for me?” You said as you popped your head through the door.
“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to call me that, sweetheart?” He said and beckoned you forward with his hands.
You made your way to him and awkwardly stood in front of him.
“Come here.” He said and pulled you into his lap by your waist.
Quite opposite to your shy demeanor earlier, you immediately snuggled up to him and placed your head in the crook of his neck.
“Ah, so now he wants to stop being shy?” He chuckled, placing a small peck to your temple.
You let out a small whine and snuggled further into his embrace. Placing a small kiss to his Adam’s apple once you were settled.
“Why did you call me in today?” You asked, slightly playing with his hands.
“My mother’s back on my ass again about getting a wife and birthing an heir.” He grumbled.
“Sicheng-ge, why don’t you just tell her you don’t like women?” You innocently asked.
Sicheng let out a small laugh. God, you were so precious.
“It’s not that easy my love. While yes, I’m the emperor, as long as my mother is alive, she holds authority over me. She decides what plans I can approve, which people get put into power, and which people become servants.” He said, his grip slightly tightened.
“Trust me, love. I wish I could get you out of those pitiful servant’s quarters and bring you with me, but my mother is insufferable.” Sicheng sighed.
“I don’t mind. Even little moments like this make me the happiest boy in the kingdom.” You said, sending a wide smile to him.
Sicheng returned your smile and connected his lips to yours. You situated yourself in his lap to straddle him and deepened the kiss. Sicheng’s hands found their way under your shirt to your waist and kneaded your delicate skin. He lightly nipped your bottom lip and slid his tongue into your mouth. His hands traveled up to your sensitive buds and lightly pinched and flicked them. God, he was so addicted to your taste.
Once you two broke apart, a string of saliva connected your lips. Both of you let out exasperated breaths as you reflected over what you had just done. You had just kissed, no, devoured the face of the most powerful man in China.
“I-I’m sorry.” You apologized.
“For what love?” He worriedly asked, lovingly kneading your thighs.
“You’re the emperor of China, and I’m just a servant.” You said, looking down at his hands.
“So what? No one needs to be concerned about what we do inside here, this is our little hideaway. Don’t ever feel like you’re anything less than the best thing to ever happen to me, okay?” He said. You just simply hummed, but didn’t meet his eyes.
“I asked you a question, (M/n).” Sicheng sternly said and lifted your chin to make you look at him.
“Yes sir.” You said and nodded your head.
“Good boy.” He said and pecked your lips.
You placed your head on his shoulder and snuggled your face into his neck.
“Love.” He called.
“Yes Sicheng-ge?” You smiles into his neck at the nickname.
“My mother thinks this kingdom needs a wife, but maybe what it needs… is a husband for the emperor.” He shyly stated.
“Are you asking me to marry you Sicheng?” You asked.
“Only if you want to. There’s no reason to feel pre-!” He exclaimed as you cut him off with a kiss.
“I would be honored to marry you Sicheng-ge.” You happily exclaimed and yet again kissed him.
“Maybe now my mother will get off my ass.” He chuckled.
“Speaking of asses.” Sicheng said as his hands snaked down to squeeze your ass cheeks.
“How about I show you what the emperor’s bed is like?” He seductively whispered into your ear, biting your earlobe afterwards.
“I would like that, Husband.” Sicheng smirked and carried you to his room.
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(A/n): First fic on my new iphone 😋 and I’m so sorry for the delay cuz literally a week after I fixed my phone (the charger was the problem) I dropped it and broke it beyond repair 💀 Anyways, I will now ACTUALLY start posting, and happy Pride <3
Warning(s): underage smoking (DO NOT DO THIS, THIS IS FICTION!), cussing, making out, mentions of pregnancy, and dirty talk
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Just imagine...
Running down the moonlit streets hand in hand with the love of your life. Both of you resting against an alleyway dumpster as you struggle to catch your breath.
"You're a bad influence, hyung!" You whined in between exasperated pants.
"Oh come on (M/n), live a little!" He responded. Flashing you his million dollar smile while he waited for you to catch your breath.
"We could've been dancing at prom right now, but no! Mr. Horny-Pants over here wanted to cope a feel in the janitors closet." You complained. Currently replaying the look of disbelief and disgust on your English teacher's face after she saw both of you devouring each other's faces.
"Hey! Ms. Park did not have to go snooping around. 'The seniors should be dancing, not making out with the juniors'." He says in a mocking high pitched tone.
"Yah! Don't be so disrespectful, hyung!" You said and smacked the other boy on the head.
He pouted up at you before sitting down on the floor like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.
"'Don't be so disrespectful-' 'We could've been dancing-' 'Mr. Horny-Pants'." Your boyfriend muttered to himself as he pulled out a cigarette and his lighter.
He fumbled to light it, but took a big puff once he finally did. After he took a couple huffs, he held it up for you to take.
"Hey, don't you know those things will fuck your body up?" You warned, but still took and huffed up the noxious fumes. You never really liked the bitter taste, which is why you preferred your cotton candy vape, but the tang at the back of your throat still got the job done to satisfy you.
You sat down next to him and leaned your head on his shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over the both of you. The only noises were the both of you passing the cigarette and the miscellaneous chirping of insects.
"Hyung?" You finally asked. Breaking the delicate serenity you were both sharing.
"Yes love?" He responded. Opting to extinguish the cigarette on the ground once he heard the tone of your voice.
"What are we gonna do? Ms. Park is definitely gonna tell the school, and then they'll tell my parents, and then I'll get taken out, and then I'll never see you again, and then-!" He cut you off with a chaste kiss to your lips. The bitterness of nicotine lingered in the kiss, but the taste of his cherry chapstick managed to cancel it out.
"Look. No matter what happens, I'll always love you." He said, wiping away the tears that began to pool in your eyes.
"But they'll never let us see each other." You solemnly said.
"Then let's run away." He boldly stated.
"You're literally crazy, hyung." You chuckled. Not really taking what he said seriously.
"I'm serious. I have enough saved up. We could run far away, find a small little house, and start a new life." He took your hands in his. "Maybe we could start a family." He said while lovingly stroking your belly.
"You say it like it's so easy." You counter. "And besides, we're boys. You couldn't get me pregnant no matter how hard you tried."
"Is that a challenge?" He quickly interjected.
"Are you willing to prove me wrong?" You challenged. Teasingly rubbing your lover's thigh.
"Don't test me (M/n)." He said, but was still returning the loving rubs to your thighs.
"Put a baby in me, sunbae." You whispered into his ear. Your breath tickling his ear. The hair on his nape standing up, as well as something else.
"Hey! We found them!" You both heard the familiar sound of Ms. Park yelling and realized you two had been tracked down.
"Let's go." You said and immediately ran, dragging your boyfriend by the hand.
"MOTHERFUCKING COCK BLOCKER!" He yelled back before running away with you.
Sure, tonight wasn't the best night, but you might consider it one of your favorite moments with the love of your life.
(Warnings: cursing, apocalyptic themes, mentions of blood and death, Juyeon's younger brother is called Kihyun in this, and this chapter follows Juyeon.)
The dark haired man awoke from his slumber to what he thought was just another day. Little did he know today was anything but normal.
He did his regular routine. Get up, brush his teeth, take a shower, do his hair, and then get ready for his day.
As he was trying to find his shower playlist he completely disregarded the emergency warning he received. Opting to just play "Montero" and cleanse himself in the shower.
As Juyeon happily sang along to the lyrics, he remained completely oblivious to the many incoming calls he was receiving. One from his mother, another from his father, yet another one from his younger brother, and so many more, but it's not they were answered, completely drowned out by Juyeon's loud music.
By the time he finished and finally checked his phone, he saw over 120 missed calls from his family all in the past 15 minutes. Confusion and concern both overtook his brain and he went through multiple possibles as to why his family would be so desperate to contact him, especially after what happened between them.
"Is today something important? Did I forget someone's birthday?!" Juyeon struggled to find a conclusion and simply decided to just call his mother back...
Only to be met with a voicemail.
"Oh come on! Dont tell me she's still mad." Juyeon huffed and tried again. Only to be met with the same result.
"Maybe dad will pick up." He reasoned and called his father. Only to yet again be greeted by voicemail.
"The fuck?! I swear if Kihyun doesn't pick up. I'm gonna be late to work." He whined and tried to call his brother. Only to find himself met with another voicemail.
"What do they want anyways?!" Juyeon yelled out to no one in particular, and went through the voicemails his family left in his inbox.
He scrolled for a bit before finding the first one and clicked on it to listen.
"Juyeon, please pick up! I don't know what's going on, but there's these things. I don't what they are or what they want but it's definitely not good!" Juyeon's mother desperately pleaded throughout the call.
"The fuck?" Juyeon stared at his phone for a sec before playing the second one from his father.
"Juyeon, son, I dont know if you're experiencing the same thing, but these monsters are everywhere! They're killing people off the street! Oh God! They got Ms. Park!" Juyeon's ears perked up the mention of the name.
Ms. Park was the kind lady who was their neighbor for all of Juyeon's life. She was so sweet and would always give him and his brother candy. She would also praise Juyeon's looks and would always talk about how he would be such a "lady's man." Even after Juyeon moved out, she would still call him on occasion and ask if he had a girlfriend yet. "Geuss they never told her." He would think whenever she did bring up the topic. But what was his dad talking about?! Monsters? And they got Ms. Park? What in the world does that mean?!
"Hyung please, I know you're probably still mad. But just listen, stay safe and we all love you. Oh God! They got inside-!" His brother's cryptic words cut off before Juyeon could take any of them in.
"Juyeon sweetie. I'm so sorry for what happened. Just know, I love you with all my heart!" His mother's words were cut off by the sound of her terrified screams followed by the sound of crunching.
"Son, I'm sorry for what we did. I love you son." His dad said before assumably meeting the same fate as his mother and son.
"What the hell are they talking about?! It isn't even April, why are they playing like this?!" Juyeon struggled to get his own words out as he felt tears forming in his eyes at his family's words.
He immeadiatly went to the nearest news articles and discovered exactly what he was dreading most.
《ALL AROUND THE COUNTRY, HOSTILE MONSTERS ARE OVERTAKING AND KILLING PEOPLE! LOCK AND BARRICADE ALL ENTRANCES AND STAY SAFE! MORE NEWS AS WE LEARN MORE ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING!》
Juyeon scrolled through the website and found plenty of photos and videos of these creatures killing and brutalizing people and he realized that his family must've met the same fate.
Juyeon's vision grew blurry as tears flooded his eyes and he collapsed to the ground.
He didn't get much time to grieve as his window was broken by a strange red tentacle.
Juyeon backed up in fear as a head full of eyes peered in through the now broken window. Slowly craning its neck as if it was searching got something. It kept a calm and steady composure, until its many eyes landed upon Juyeon's cowering figure.
It immediately charged in and made a mad dash towards the fearful man. Juyeon scooted away just in time for it to slam its head straight into the dry wall, momentarily stunning it as it struggled to remove its head from the wall.
Juyeon took advantage of its current vulnerability and as soon as it dislodged its head, he struck it with the toilet tank lid. The creature let out a horrific squeal as the lid cracked over its skull. It was bleeding heavily, but was definitely not dead, if anything, it was just angrier.
It charged towards Juyeon with newfound rage, but it was still groggy from the previous head trauma, so its movements were slower than usual. Using this to his advantage, Juyeon played a deadly game of Matador and led the terrifying beast straight into his shower's glass door. Its head smashed through the door and then again into the wall. Fortunately, a particularly large fragment of glass fell perfectly to decapitate the monster. Juyeon thought it was quite ridiculous really, that the glass would fall at just the right angle and force and land perfectly on the thing's neck, but it's not like he's gonna complain about being saved.
Taking a minute to just lie on the floor and breathe, Juyeon mindlessly scrolled through his Instagram. Looking to see if his friends were alive only to see them getting brutalized on their stories or posts. He scrolled through his DMs to see if anyone was active, unfortunately, none of them had been active since 8:45 which is when he assumed this had all started.
He was about to lose hope before his eyes landed upon a small green dot beside a profile pic of a panda. As if his fingers had a mind of their own, they immeadiatly tapped upon the profile.
"(M/n) (L/n)
21
He/Him
Just trying to live life tbh."
(M/n) (L/n)? As in the (M/n) (L/n) from elementary school? Juyeon is suprised he even managed to remember the name.
Juyeon's fingers landed upon the most recent post.
It was incredibly simple, but precise. Just white words against a black background. "Is anyone alive out there?" It read.
Juyeon quickly liked the post and decided to leave a comment, but was interrupted by the all-too familiar screech of those creatures outside his window.
