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hear me out angel Nicholas with reader but you keep on touching the underside of his wings (yk that thing where it's like it makes birds go into heat if you do that) or something like that yeah. the concept of angel Nicholas🤤 or devil lowkey cuz of his eyes and overall like "scary"(?) vibe he gives off he'd look hot in black wings

【 18+ 】 tw ──── angel!nicholas. . kinda switch weno, wing touching, p in v sex, creampie don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.

you’d been teasing nicholas all day.

light, barely-there touches on his pretty white feathers—a soft brush along the top of his wing while he reached for something, a casual stroke down the curve when you passed behind him, the barest graze of your nails when you sat beside him. nothing obvious. nothing anyone else would notice.

but nicholas felt every single one.

by the time night fell and you were finally alone, he was already burning.

you had him on his back in bed, wings spread out across the sheets like an offering. the second your fingers slipped underneath one wing and traced that devastating spot — slow, deliberate, right where the feathers thinned into warm, velvet-soft skin—nicholas shuddered hard. a whiny, broken sound ripped from his throat.

“fuck—don’t—” his voice cracked, angelic and ragged. golden eyes snapped open, pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed the gold. “you know what that does.”

you knew. that’s exactly why you’d spent the entire day warming him up with those light, teasing touches. every stroke now made his wings twitch and flare violently, pristine white feathers trembling like he was fighting the urge to pin you down and fuck you stupid. his halo flickered wildly, dimming and flaring in time with the way his cock twitched against your thigh — already leaking, flushed dark, and painfully hard from hours of slow, deliberate torture.

you leaned in, lips brushing the curve of his ear. “mmm… i like when you lose control.”

nicholas huffed—annoyed, desperate—and suddenly you were on your back, his weight pressing you into the mattress with a low growl. one powerful wing curled around both of you, cocooning you in warm feathers and the scent of ozone and him. his hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise as he ground against you, slick and desperate from the hours of built-up heat.

“go on,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous, lips brushing your throat. “touch it again. keep touching it while i’m inside you.”

you giggled at the sudden shift in him, but obeyed, sliding your hand back under the trembling wing until your fingers found that sinful spot. the moment you pressed and stroked, nicholas moaned—filthy, broken, heavenly—and thrusted into you in one smooth, deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

his wings snapped open wide, then curled tight again as he started fucking you in short, greedy rolls of his hips. every time you rubbed that sensitive underside, his rhythm stuttered, his cock throbbed harder inside you, and a fresh rush of slick heat flooded between your legs. the slow burn from all day had left him so worked up that he was already trembling, already dangerously close.

“more,” he gasped against your mouth, wings quivering violently. “don’t stop— please— fuck, i’m gonna—”

you kept stroking, relentless, until the angel above you shattered.

his halo blazed white-hot for a second before it flickered out completely. nicholas came with a choked cry, hips snapping forward as he spilled deep inside you, wings convulsing around your body like he never wanted to let go. the orgasm tore through him so hard his thighs shook.

even after he finished, he was still rocking into you, oversensitive and needy, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck. his cock twitched inside you with every aftershock.

“again,” he whispered, voice wrecked and hoarse from hours of holding back. his wing shifted deliberately, offering you better access to that sinful spot. “touch me again. i’m not done with you yet.”

© 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 2026ㅤ ❤︎ㅤ 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 & 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱!

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【 18+ 】 tw ──── kitty hybrid!yuma . . dubcon, barbed cock, knotting, heavy breeding kink, man handling, marking/claiming, rut induced delusions, clawing, scruffing, forced heat fantasy, yandere-ish behavior, overstimulation, belly bulge, reader resists for a bit. 2848 wc  don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.

the apartment smelled like warm laundry and the faint musk of yuma’s rut already thickening the air. you’d barely kicked off your shoes when the low, throaty rumble started behind you—half purr, half growl.

yuma’s tail lashed once against the doorframe as he stepped out of the bedroom, shirtless, sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead. his ears were flat, pupils blown wide. the front of his loose sweats did nothing to hide the obscene outline of his cock, already hard and twitching.

“yer late,” he said, voice rough. no greeting. no kiss. just that.

you raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your pulse steady. “work ran over. i texted—”

he crossed the room in three strides, crowding you against the wall before you could finish. one clawed hand braced beside your head; the other dragged down your side, possessive, nails catching on the fabric of your shirt. his nose pushed into the crook of your neck, inhaling deep.

“you smell like outside. like people.” a soft, mean little hiss. “i hate it. you should smell like me. like heat. like yer ready.”

his hips rolled forward, grinding the thick, length of his cock against your thigh through his sweats. even through layers you felt the ridges, the slight swell at the base where the knot was already threatening to form. he was leaking—wet spots darkening the fabric.

“yuma…” you started, but he nipped your collarbone, sharp and impatient.

“don’t ‘yuma’ me.” his voice cracked into a whine at the end, ears flicking. “i’ve been hard since noon. my balls ache. i keep thinkin’ about putting my kittens in you.” he rutted again, slower this time, dragging his cock along your leg like he could fuck through clothes if he tried hard enough. “you’re supposed to go into heat with me. why aren’t you in heat yet?”

his hand slid under your shirt, palm hot against your stomach. claws pricked just enough to sting.

“i can make it happen,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, suddenly sweet and filthy at once. “need you stuff ya full—gotta make you go into heat—”

his words hung in the air between you, just as thick and heavy as the scent of his rut. yuma’s breath was hot against your ear, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. his tail tightened around your leg, the tip flicking restlessly against your calf like he was seconds from losing it.

you sighed, throat dry. “yuma… we talked about this. i’m can’t… i’m not—”

he cut you off with a low, frustrated growl, pressing his forehead harder against your shoulder. his hips gave another slow, deliberate roll. the swell of his hot barbed cock, dampening the fabric between you—now sticky and warm with precum.

yuma’s rut had completely fogged his mind.

he was no longer thinking clearly—just pure instinct, heat, and the overwhelming need to breed. his pupils were blown so wide his eyes looked black, ears pinned flat, tail lashing wildly as he fucked into you with deep, punishing strokes. every thrust dragged those stiff barbs along your walls, forcing your body to take him whether it was ready or not.

even though you were only human.

he didn’t care. in his rut-addled brain, that detail no longer mattered.

“shut up,” he hissed, mean again, claws flexing against your stomach. “don’t you dare tell me no right now.” his voice cracked on the last word, turning into a pathetic little whine that made your chest tighten despite yourself. “i’ve been pacing in the apartment for hours. jerking off in yer bed just to get a little relief, but it doesn’t help. nothing helps unless it’s you. unless i’m inside you—”

he grabbed your hand roughly and shoved it down the front of his sweats. your fingers wrapped around the fever-hot, throbbing length of him. the barbs were stiff, flexing lightly under your touch. at the base, his knot was swollen, pulsing. precum drooled over your knuckles in thick, slippery ropes.

“feel that?” he breathed, voice shaking. “it’s been like this all day. hurts so fucking’ bad. i need to put it in you. need to stuff you full until yer belly swells and you smell like my mate. until yer carrying my kittens.”

you gave him one slow stroke, thumb brushing over the sensitive head, and yuma’s whole body jerked. a broken moan spilled from his lips, ears pinning flat as his hips bucked into your fist.

“fuck—yes, just like that,” he whined, but then his expression twisted again, sharp and needy. “but it’s not enough. yer hand is nothing. i want your cunt. i want it dripping and clenching and milking me while i breed ya.”

just like that his patience had snapped.

with a feral growl that vibrated through his chest, yuma yanked your hand out of his sweats and spun you around so fast your head spun. one clawed hand clamped down on the back of your neck, shoving you forward until your chest pressed flush against the cool wall. his other arm hooked around your waist, jerking your hips back hard so your ass was poked out toward him.

“stay,” he snarled, the word half-command, half-plea. you could feel how his sharp teeth grazed the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck—and then he struck.

yuma’s jaws closed firmly over the back of your neck in a proper scruff, teeth sinking in just enough to pin you without breaking skin. the sudden dominant pressure made your whole body go limp against the wall, a helpless shiver rolling down your spine. his hot breath puffed against your hair, a deep, possessive purr rumbling straight into your bones.

with cat-like quickness, he kicked your legs apart with his knee, manhandling you like were nothing—simply an item to stuff full—something to breed. 

your pants and panties were ripped down in one brutal tug, bunching around your ankles. cool air hit your exposed skin for only a second before yuma’s scorching body covered you again—his bare chest to your back, his thick, barbed cock slapping heavy and wet against the curve of your ass.

“fuck, look at ya,” he hissed, grinding forward. the ridged length dragged between your cheeks, leaving a sticky trail of precum. “bent over like you were made to be bred.”

you tried to push back, but he pinned you harder, claws pricking your hip as he held you exactly where he wanted. his tail wrapped tight around your thigh, spreading you even wider for him. before, you could spit out another protest—he reached down, grabbing his throbbing cock, and slapping the swollen, barbed head right against your pussy—once, twice, teasing your clit with the textured tip until your legs trembled.

“stop squirmin’,” he growled, nipping the back of your shoulder hard enough to sting. “yer not going anywhere until i smell that you are in heat and that my cum’s stuck.”

he rocked his hips, sliding his cock along your folds without pushing in yet. every ridge and barb caught on your slick skin, teasing, tormenting. the swollen head of his cock bumped against your clit with every slow thrust, already so enlarged it felt obscene.

“mm—feel how full i am?” he whined right in your ear, voice turning pitiful even as he kept you trapped against the wall. “my balls are so heavy… they’re aching to pump you full. i’ve been leaking for hours thinking about knocking ya up.”

then he shoved himself in, full hilt.

one brutal snap of his hips and every thick, ridged, barbed inch of his cock speared deep inside you. the sudden stretch burned deliciously as those stiff little spikes dragged along your walls and locked in place. your mouth fell open in a sharp, broken cry.

“yuma—! fuck, wait—!” you gasped, voice shaky, fingers scrabbling against the wall. “it’s too much—too deep—!”

but he only growled louder around your scruff, teeth digging in harder as he bottomed out completely, knot pressed tight against your entrance. his hips stuttered, grinding in tiny, greedy circles like he was trying to push himself even deeper.

“too much?” he snarled through clenched teeth, the words wet and muffled against your neck. “you can take it. yer gonna take it.”

he pulled back just enough for the barbs to tug viciously on your walls, then slammed back in with a wet slap, forcing another helpless moan out of you.

“ah—! yuma, slow down—i can’t—fuck—!” your voice cracked as pleasure and pressure twisted together. your legs trembled, knees threatening to buckle, but his strong arm around your waist kept you arched and pinned exactly where he wanted you.

“shut up and milk me,” he hissed, mean even while his voice shook with desperation. “your pussy keeps squeezing—god—you’re so fucking wet already. stop lying and admit you need my kittens.”

he started fucking into you with desperate deep, heavy thrusts—one’s punched the air out of your lungs. the pure animalistic instinct to breed clouding any sense he had remaining. the lewd, squelching sounds of his barbed cock plunging into your soaked cunt echoed obscenely throughout the apartment.

yuma only snarled louder around your scruff, teeth sinking in deeper as he yanked your hips back to meet his next punishing thrust. the wet slap of skin on skin was filthy—embarassing but it only made you clench around him.

“yu—! please—!” you gasped, voice cracking as another savage thrust forced a broken sob out of you. “s’ too much—ah— you’re being too rough—!”

“shut the fuck upppp,” he growled, voice hoarse and trembling. “you fuckin’ feel that? how yer greedy cunt is sucking me in?”

he slammed in again, grinding his hips in a tight circle so the barbs scraped and tugged at that sensitive spot inside you over and over. a broken sob left your lips.

“nngh—! yuma—! shit— wait— i’m gonna—!”

those words only fueled him though—his pace somehow turned even more feral. hard, fast, relentless pumps as his heavy balls slapped against your clit with every thrust, his knot bullying insistently against your entrance, threatening to force its way in.

you gasped sharply as another deep stroke made your toes curl. “yuma—! the knot—don’t—not yet—i can’t take it—!”

he released your scruff with a wet pop, only to bite down again on a fresh spot, licking the sting right after like an apology he didn’t really mean.

“nghh—you’re gonna take it,” he whined against your neck, sounding almost tearful now. “you gotta. my balls are so fucking full—they hurt so bad. i need to knot ya. need to lock inside and flood your womb until it takes. until you are full with my kittens”

one clawed hand slid around to press hard on your lower belly again, feeling the bulge of his cock moving inside you.

“right here,” he panted, voice cracking. “you have to go into heat,” he growled against your scruff, teeth clamped down hard enough to bruise. his hips snapped forward again, burying his barbed cock to the hilt with a wet slap. “ya have to. otherwise… otherwise my cum won’t take. you won’t get pregnant.”

his words were slurred with pure rut-fever, delirious and obsessive. even though you were human—even though you’d told him a hundred times it didn’t work like that — none of it mattered to him right now. his mind was gone, drowned in the need to breed you properly.

you let out a shaky, overwhelmed sob as another brutal thrust punched the air from your lungs.

“yuma—! i’m human—i don’t have heats—ahh—! you’re too deep—it hurts—!”

he snarled and slammed into you harder, like he could fuck the truth out of existence. his teeth clamped down viciously on your neck again, muffling a whine as he ground his knot against your stretched hole.

“liar,” he hissed wetly against your skin. “yer body will listen. it has to. i’ll fuck ya until it does.”

his clawed hand pressed down even harder on your lower belly, feeling the obscene bulge of his barbed cock rearranging your insides with every thrust.

“right here. my kittens belong right here. but they won’t stick unless ya burning for me… unless yer womb is soft and open and begging.”

he pulled back just enough for the barbs to drag cruelly along your walls, then drove back in with a filthy, wet slap. his heavy balls smacked against your clit over and over, sending sharp jolts of overstimulation through you.

you cried out, voice hoarse and breaking.

“yuma—please—i can’t take your knot yet—it’s too big—i’m not ready—!”

“too bad,” he whined, the sound pathetic and desperate even as he railed you mercilessly. “i need it. my cock hurts so fucking bad… my balls are so heavy and full, they’re throbbing. i’ve been saving every drop this pretty cunt.”

he shoved forward again, forcing the thick swell of his knot harder against your entrance. it stretched you obscenely, the pressure far too much for you to handle without proper prep.

“ya feel it?” he growled, voice trembling. “it’s going inside. m’ gonna lock us together and fuckin’ flood you until your belly swells. even if i have to fuck ya for hours. even if i have to keep cumming inside this tight human cunt until yer body finally gives in and goes into heat for me.”

a broken moan tore from your throat as the pressure and the relentless drag of his barbs pushed you dangerously close.

“yuma—! i’m gonna cum—fuck—i’m—!”

“do it,” he snarled, biting down harder on your scruff. “cum on my cock. squeeze me. maybe that’ll be enough to trigger it. maybe your pussy will finally understand it needs to milk me for my kittens.”

his hips stuttered, losing rhythm as his own orgasm crept dangerously close. he was panting, drooling against your neck, claws digging into your hip and belly as he chased that impossible fantasy—knotting you, breeding you, claiming you in the only way his rut-mad mind would accept.

then his hips stuttered violently.

with one final, brutal snap, yuma forced the thick swell of his knot past your tight rim. it popped inside you with a wet, obscene sound, stretching you impossibly wide as the barbs locked deep. the sudden fullness ripped a broken scream from your throat.

“yuma—!! fuck—! it’s too big—it’s splitting me—!!”

you came instantly.

your walls clamped down hard around his barbed cock and swollen knot, fluttering and milking him in violent spasms. pleasure crashed through you so intensely your vision whited out, legs almost giving out completely as you sobbed against the wall.

yuma let out a shattered, animalistic moan that vibrated through his teeth still buried in your neck.

“f-fuuuuck—! yes—squeeze me just like that—! milk my cock—take it—take it—take it!”

his whole body jerked as he came.

thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your insides in powerful spurts, each one forced deep against your cervix by the locked knot. he kept grinding helplessly, short little thrusts that made his knot tug inside you, dragging those barbs against your oversensitive walls while he pumped you full.

“take it… take every drop…” he whined, voice cracking pathetically even as he kept biting down on your neck. “gonna get you pregnant—gotta fill ya until it sticks— please go into heat… please let it work…”

even through his orgasm, he didn’t stop moving. tiny, greedy rolls of his hips kept his knot shifting inside you, forcing more cum to leak out around the tight seal and drip down your thighs in messy streaks.

yuma’s mouth wouldn’t stop.

he babbled against your scruff like a broken record, voice hoarse, shaky, and completely lost to his rut.

he whimpered, hips twitching as another thick spurt flooded you.

“please—please go into heat… i need it—your body has to change for me… has to open up and take my kittens… you’re human but you’ll do it for me, right? you’ll burn for me…you’ll get all hot and needy and swollen with my litter… fuck— i can feel it, i can feel your womb right there—so deep— my cock’s right against it…”

another broken sob left him as he ground in deep, the barbs tugging deliciously inside your oversensitive walls.

“fuuuck—still cumming… nghhh—can’t stop—there’s more, so much more…shit—i jerked off four times today but nothin’ felt like this…nothin’ feels as good as this… yer cunt is perfect—greedy little hole just begging to be bred… please let it take… please smell like heat… i genuinely might die if you don’t— i’ll have to keep ya full of my knot for days, i swear—i’ll fill you over and over until yer belly swells..,”

he licked frantically at the bite marks on your neck, drooling, nipping at the skin as his cock gave another heavy throb inside you, another flood of his hot seed seeping into your womb.

“you feel so full, don’t you? so stuffed with my cum… it’s leaking but m’ still pumping more— good, keep squeezin’ me—fuckin’ milk me dry—fuuuck gonna get ya pregnant…pretty round belly, tits full of milk… everyone will know you’re mine… mine to breed… mine to stuff full every rut…”

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authors note: this was based off of an ask i got !! i had sm fun writing it~ i love writing hybrid fics where they are feral n desperate 💔

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[smidare]

thinking abt calm fuu fucking his hyper gf till she calms down

you’d been a storm all evening in your shared apartment—blasting music while cooking badly, rearranging the living room on a whim, and rambling at top speed about three different projects. fuma had just gotten home from work, still in his button-up with sleeves rolled up, watching you with that calm, half-amused look.

“baby,” he said quietly, setting his bag down. “you’re spiraling again.”

you grinned, still bouncing. “i’m fine! i just—”

he crossed the room, caught you by the waist, kissed you deep, then spun you around and bent you over the back of the couch.

your chest hit the cushions, ass up, legs spread by his knee. fuma’s big hand slid up your spine and pressed firm on the back of your head, keeping your cheek pinned to the pillow.

“fuu—wait—”

“no.” his voice stayed low and steady. “you’ve been running on fumes all day. now you’re gonna let me fix that.”

he yanked your shorts and panties down. you heard his belt, the slow zip, then the thick head of his cock nudged your soaked pussy and pushed in—slow, deep, stretching you wide in one long stroke.

you moaned loud into the cushion as he bottomed out, hips flush against your ass. fuma didn’t rush. he started those heavy, deliberate thrusts—pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, grinding against that spot that made your eyes roll.

his hand stayed heavy on the back of your head, the other gripping your hip, holding you right where he wanted. the wet slap of skin filled the apartment, mixing with your broken whimpers.

“too much?” he asked calmly, still fucking you harder—despite your dazed whines and shaking body, you shook your head under his palm, pushing back desperately.

fuma hummed, leaning over you, lips brushing your ear. “good. take it until all that noise in your head disappears.”

every deep thrust pushed the hyperactivity out of you. your legs trembled, fists clutching the couch, drool soaking the pillow. 

the pressure on your head, the thick drag of his cock, the steady rhythm melted you down until you were soft and quiet, only small needy sounds left.

fuma kissed the side of your neck, still buried deep, rolling his hips slow and filthy.

“there she is,” he murmured, satisfied. “my calm girl.”

© 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 2026ㅤ ❤︎ㅤ 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 & 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱!

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: another self indulgent drabble.. my add n bpd have been so bad, i need to be fucked dumb by fuu to calm my brain

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⋆˚🐾 MINE !

WOLF!WANG YIXIANG X FEM!READER a series of head-cannons regarding nicho as your mate [SMUT, suggestive content, wolf!Nicho.]

dae’s note: no one asked for this, but i’m sad and this is what i currently had the motive to write lol. green highlights nicho please save me 🫠😞 also, this could have been more nasty but like i said im in my feels LMAO. maybe i’ll add more if you guys want to see that in the future 😝

ᓚᘏᗢ — REQUESTS OPEN FOR &TEAM ! I write text fics, one-shots, headcannons, blurbs, and love to represent for my plus sized girlies. See my pinned post for more info and works! <3

Mate!Nicho who’s got the prettiest emerald green eyes and black fur, in his wolf form. His fur is sleek and shiny, especially iridescent under a full moon. His eyes glow in the dark, especially under full moons, in a way that’s hauntingly beautiful.

Mate!Nicho who, in his wolf form, is always nudging you with his head. It keeps the joke running that he’s more cat than he is dog, the way he’ll nuzzle into your thigh, or lay between your legs with his head on your stomach. His nudges are a form of communication. Sometimes it’s meant to be an “i’m right here” reminder. Other times it’s an “are you okay?” He’s just a nudger.

Mate!Nicho who hates when you’re upset. “You don’t smell bad, but you just…don’t smell right, when you’re upset. It’s off-putting.” He gets so worried when the scent of your dismay crosses his senses. Especially when it’s not anger, but sadness.

Mate!Nicho who—as we discussed, is a “nudger”—knows exactly how to comfort you, usually blanketing himself over you in his wolf form, like a warm, fluffy comforter made just for you. He usually lets you get comfortable, before he chooses where to lay. As mentioned, he likes lying with his head on your stomach, but he also enjoys putting his snoot in the crook of your neck, burying his nose in your scent.

Mate!Nicho who’s more protective and possesive of you than others realize. He’s calm and quiet, usually at your side like a guard dog, but he doesn’t let anyone forget that you’re his. He leaves marks on you non-stop, and should anyone point it out, he doesn’t deny nor acknowledge it, but his silence is usually the answer within itself. His claim on you doesn’t need to be loud or over the top. He knows others know who left those marks, or why you smell like him. You’re his, he is yours.

Mate!Nicho who is incredibly loyal. Loyalty is a rather basic standard to have, but Nicho regularly shows just how much he values you and your connection. The moment you need him, no matter how small or big the reason, he will be there. He doesn’t complain, never huffs or puffs — anything you need of him, he’s more than willing to give, because to him, that’s what being your mate is. Taking care of you, being reliable to you.

Mate!Nicho who doesn’t like to let you do things you don’t have to. What I mean is he goes out of his way to open doors, pull out chairs, make room for you, clean up, etc. Cooking isn’t his strong suit, but he will happily do the dishes as you cook to keep you from having to do any more work than necessary. This little trait also applies in the bedroom. He loves blowjobs, sure, but nothing beats pleasuring you. He gets off on your release every single time, and you hardly have to lift a finger. He manhandles you, takes his time and energy to learn your tells and preferences, tailoring his filthy behavior to your tastes. You get a little wetter when he praises you? He notices. You clench around him when he grabs your throat? He takes mental note of it. He’s very in tune with you; you are his beloved mate, after all.

Mate!Nicho who is obsessed with breeding. It doesn’t even have to be about getting your pregnant, —which, he does want. That’s a very special way to stake his claim on you, in his eyes— but rather the concept of being so utterly connected. What’s closer than filling you out it’s his cock? Pumping every last drop of his seed into you, too! He loves fucking you after he cums, watching the mixture of his release and yours cream on the base of his dick, even when he’s sensitive. He also enjoys watching his cum ooze out of you, and can’t help but spread the white substance over your folds <3

Mate!Nicho who is far, far more down bad for you than he lets on. Yes, he worships the ground you walk on and you will know it, but it’s the moments where he lays on top of you and melts into your embrace. It’s the way he looks at you with the softest gaze. It’s the way his voice is always so loving when he’s talking to you specifically. He’s your dog, you could say. This is another scenario where his silence would be an answer, if you were to bring it up. Or, he’d give a simple, straightforward response; “You’re my mate. Of course i’m like this with you…but only ever you.” He doesn’t need to clarify, but maybe there’s a small part of him that hopes only you think of him as a softie. We’re not escaping the “i’m not cute” agenda in any universe, with this man.

[kayscollection]

💭thinking of nerd fuckboy ej! : sweet smiles, teasing touches, pretending he’s harmless while he ruins your focus and acts proud you noticed.

-pairing: byun euijoo x fem!reader

-18+ MINORS DNI!! mostly suggestive & a bit spicy

-based on this fancam🤤

nerd fuckboy ej! who pretends he has no idea what he’s doing to you when he pushes his glasses up and looks at you through his lashes like that

nerd fuckboy ej! who studies at your place just so he can sit way too close, thighs pressed against yours while he explains something you already understand perfectly fine

nerd fuckboy ej! who acts all cocky over text but gets this low teasing voice in person that completely throws you off “you’re distracted already? i just got here”

nerd fuckboy ej! who’s always touching you casually. hand on your thigh under the table, fingers brushing your waist when he passes by, leaning down close enough for you to feel his breath while he “helps” you with homework

nerd fuckboy ej! who looks ridiculously good late at night. messy hair, sleepy eyes behind his glasses, oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder while he smirks at you like he knows exactly what you’re thinking

nerd fuckboy ej! who loves making you nervous on purpose because he thinks your reactions are cute. the type to whisper praise into your ear with the sweetest smile imaginable just to watch you completely fall apart

nerd fuckboy ej! who says the filthiest things in the calmest voice ever like it’s normal conversation and somehow that makes it ten times worse

nerd fuckboy ej! who starts off wanting something casual until he realizes he’s getting jealous over people who aren’t even yours

nerd fuckboy ej! who still flirts with everyone but suddenly gets quieter whenever you’re around because now he actually cares what you think about him

bro that fancam is INSANE. INSANE. euijoo keeps the glasses on for every position🙏.

[atsukoz]

sub!jo thoughts... 💭

tags! — petplay, puppy!jo, mentions of violence, bruising, mentions of impact play, crying, clingy jojo <3, 18+!, not proofread

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sub!jo who's pretty quiet during sex, but superrr sensitive. he won't always moan loudly, but he'll cry and hiccup through tears when you stroke him just right, or when he's as deep inside of you as he can go.

sub!jo who is the most obedient sub you've ever had. he wouldn't dare act up with you. the thing that brings him the most pleasure is how good he can be for you, how well he can follow every order you give him. your commands are his anchor and he'd be a fool to not listen to you well.

sub!jo who loves serving you. if you're shopping together, he'll gladly hold all of your things and he won't even think to complain about any of it being heavy even if his arms feel like they're going to fall off. he won't allow you to pay for anything if you're with him. his heart skips a beat whenever you stop in front of a closed door and don't spare him a single glance as he opens it for you to walk through. jo would actually feel sad if you were to start doing things on your own. that's his job! :(

sub!jo who is always clinging to you. you're smaller than he is, but he loves it whenever you're the big spoon when you cuddle, or when you allow him to curl up in your lap when he wants to be close to you. he's always draping himself over you, always wrapping an arm around you, always holding your hand—he honestly gets a little anxious when he's not as close to you as physically possible whenever you're around.

sub!jo who absolutely adores being your puppy. whenever you bring out his collar, his brain melts into mush. at first he was so, so shy about it. all red-faced and lanky limbs with no idea how to be your puppy. but he learns well! now, after a long day, he'll grab his collar out from the box he keeps it in and bring it to you. he'll stop at your doorway with the collar in his hands and give you the prettiest little doe eyes before bringing the collar up to his mouth and biting down, shakily dropping onto his knees to crawl towards your feet on all fours. hearing you coo at him about how good of a puppy he is for you while you fasten his collar is all he takes for his stress to lessen.

sub!jo who would gladly bark for you if you asked. whenever you're riding him, you'll stare into his half-lidded eyes with that sultry look of yours that you know gets him going every time, and you'll ask in the sweetest voice for your puppy to bark for you. he doesn't need to think about it, he's barking before he even realizes his mouth is moving.

sub!jo who is a bit (a lot) of a masochist. when you have sex and your nails leave raw, angry red marks on his back, he'll find himself shirtless in front of the mirror admiring the marks you left on him. when you pinch him on the abs for being a tease, he'll lift up his shirt later on and press down on the small bruises you left him.

sub!jo who fantasizes a lot about you hurting him. he's too embarrassed to bring it up directly, but he's always getting hot and bothered imagining you being rough with him. he wants to be slapped, choked, maybe even kicked. he wants to be left with the marks of your love for weeks at a time, but he's too afraid that asking about it will scare you off.

sub!jo who is wholly infatuated with you. who follows you around wherever you go, who is always listening to every word you say as if it's the most important thing he will ever hear, who is always making small gifts for you and telling you how much he loves you. even if he ends up getting shy, he'll never back down from telling you just how much he adores you.

[nichoskittycorner]

Ive just been informed that fempreg is a thing and I feel like Ive been missing out wtf

[deerhuntings-deactivated2026060]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CUSTOMIZE ♡ WANG YIXIANG .ᐟ

You get to experience first-hand how improved your lover's stamina has become after his tour preparations.

❪ cw: rough sex, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praising, overstimulation, lots of cum , tummy bulge, multiple orgasms. ❫ ⟋ 𝐦̲𝐝̲𝐧̲𝐢̲ ⟋ wc. 0.9k ⟶ 𝓂asterlist here!

It started subtly, your eyes scanning Weno’s figure taking it in hungrily. His usual lean build has become big, muscular. His arms are broad, shoulders well-defined that allows him to manhandle you however he likes or hold you still under him and with practiced ease. When it came time to have sex, you were used to a round or two at most with Weno but nowadays he has become insatiable, his stamina seems to be growing, he can last for hours fucking you over and over, cumming again and again in your aching cunt to satiate the growing hunger within him. 

Weno’s chest rumbles with a groan, feeling you squeezing around him tightly like vice. He throws his head back, hands itching with the urge to push you further down, the overwhelming squeeze of your cunt around him driving him crazy, fueling his hunger.

It was overwhelming at first. The warmth, the wetness and the tightness. Every fiber of your being turning sensitive, the feeling amplified as his cock presses further and further inside your cunt. Slick bursts inside of you, from you and him,  your pussy getting wetter and allowing him to become buried even deeper inside of you, the head was deep against your womb. 

A broken moan shatters from you, feeling the entirety of him filling you up so well, your tummy bulging from his sheer size, his cock hugged by your puffy walls. “Shit! Aah, fuck, Weno so big, I- I can’t” His hands gripped you tight, punishing, nails digging into your welcoming flesh and that only spurred you on more, “Yes, you can pretty girl,”  Weno lifting you up and sinking you down on his cock, impaling in his manner, “Slowly, just like that, breathe for me, angel” he muttered.

His ministrations make you writhe and whine as he starts moving at a punishing pace, slamming your tight pussy up and down his length over and over again. “F-fuck, just like that pretty, girl” The sound of skin slapping echoes in the room as you claw your nails into his shoulders, tears adorning your eyes as you whine and moan, begging him for more. 

The pain is delicious, fire licking at your belly, Weno lowly groans from the stinging pain of your sharp claws that left their marks on his shoulders, little crescent moons. “You’re perfect for me baby, His hands gripped round the flesh of your ass as eases you down into him each time, sliding onto his cock with growing ease. 

At this point, you’re riding him like it might be your last time and he does nothing to stop you, only encouraging you. And that’s all it is for Weno to blow his load inside you, filling you with his first orgasm, turning your legs into jelly melting into his lap.

Carrying you over to the bed and laying you on your back was no hard task for him, one of his hands would come up to hold yours and guide them above your head to keep you steady, while the other was playing with your arousal-slicked clit. Using three fingers to draw lazy circles that make you move your hips forward in search of more, craving his touch. 

First, Weno slips very slowly inside you; becomes soaked in your leaking arousal, his length stretching your walls until he manages to fit it all in, which isn’t hard considering how wet you are. “That’s it, sweet girl, fuck you’re gonna milk me dry,” He keeps a steady rhythm, hearing his full balls slapping your ass subtly, cries and moans of pleasure fall off your lips. 

After missionary, he has you in a mating press, his muscular, strong thighs parting yours so he can go deep, feeling his heat radiating off his body, his sweat dripping into your own skin sticky and slick. Weno buries his warm cheeks into the line of your neck, panting and moaning into your skin as he whispers encouraging words of how well you’re taking him alongside all the filthy things he wants to do to you and how he’s gonna get you full of him until you’re leaking for days. 

"My sweet girl, you’re taking me so well. Look how hungry you are for me, swallowing me all the way in such a greedy cunt! You're going to let me cum inside you again. Yeah, baby? Fuck … such a nice cunt. you’re soaking wet and tight gripping me like your life depends on it. Such a good girl, gonna breed you, you’ll be full of me for days ‘til it sticks."

Pressure is placed on your tummy, feeling each stroke of his cock as he pistons himself inside. “Look at that baby,” his eyes starry, looking at the size of his cock that now rests in your stomach. “Fuck, that’s hot, you’re so hot” 

He applies even more pressure onto your lower stomach making you cry out, head thrown back in sheer pleasure. You quickly surrender to his evergrowing hunger, allowing him to completely ravage you like a beast to its prey. 

He keeps thrusting inside you at a rapid pace and you know he's very close. Weno grunts, pushing your body against the mattress and his weight crushing you, you feel the searing hot cum paint your insides for the nth time.

"Fuck, just like that angel," he says, his thrusting doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. "I'm going to cum again and you're going to take it all, yeah?”

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

𝓭𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 © 𝟐̲𝟎̲𝟐̲𝟔̲  ( 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 .ᐟ ♡ )

[blueuijoo]

yearning!ej drabble (18+)

ej x reader

he just looked so needy and flushy in those damn pictures i couldn't help myself

tags: smut, yearning!ej, sub!ej, female!reader, softdom!reader, library sex, dirty talk, cum eating, oral, praise

disclaimer: all of my works are purely fiction and do not represent the members in any way

You don't even know how you two got into this position.

Euijoo was only your partner from speech class an hour ago; now he was on his knees, begging to taste you in the back of the library.

"I'll be so good to you, y/n," he whimpered, hands pawing at the hem of your skirt. His lips were slightly parted as he stared up at you, cheeks tinted red and breaths low, but heavy. "Please, please, let me touch you."

You smirked, leaning over slightly to reach his ear while you propped up his chin with your pointer. "And what makes you so sure you can please me better than the rest, hm?" You teased, feeling him tremble beneath you as your hot breath fell down the side of his neck. "I've had so many good orgasms," you chuckled, pulling your face back to look into his eyes. He swallowed. "Do you really think you can top that?"

Euijoo nodded profusely, drool forming at the corners of his mouth. You swiped your thumb across his lips to collect it, then stuck it into your mouth, watching as his pupils dilated and a small whine fell off his tongue.

"Oh, fuck," he exhaled, "that's so hot, oh my god, I need to do that with your cum."

You felt his fingers trail up your thighs, teasing just slightly underneath of your skirt and you caught his wrist. He inhaled sharply, and you laughed, peering down at him wickedly.

"Oh, baby," you emphasized, "you're so needy for me, how did we get here?"

"I've always wanted you," he replied little too quickly. He started placing kisses on your knees, "Since the first day I saw you." He poked out his tongue, and you faltered just a bit as it ran across your skin. "Every time you wore that damn low-cut top and mini skirt, I swear to fucking god I had to excuse myself to go get myself off in the bathroom." Your thighs clenched. "You are so fucking pretty," bite, "sexy, perfect, everything I need."

You gripped his hair, but not too hard, pulling his face away from your legs and forcing him to look up at you. The way his eyes were glazed over and yearning for you was the final push. You bit your lip, slipped your skirt up to your hips with your free hand, then grabbed the lace of your panties to push them aside. He groaned the moment your soaked cunt was exposed to him. "Is that so?" You cooed. "Then show me."

Eujioo's lips immediately met your clit, two fingers prying open your hole as you threw your head back against the bookcase. The sounds were so filthy, his tongue running all over your folds, mouth smacking against your skin while his fingers squelched inside of you. The library was pretty empty, but there were still a few people around. You didn't care if they could hear him eating you out right now. Your hand pressed the back of his head harder against your cunt. He moaned, vibrations running through your body as you jolted, soft whispers of ecstasy dripping from your lips.

"You're doing so well for me, Juju," you praised, eyes rolling backwards as your legs slowly began to give out. "Keep going, I'm about to fucking come."

Euijoo's mouth was pressing you against the bookcase, hard, as he ate you out like a starved man, eyes fluttering and spit dripping all over his jeans below him. Your body began to shake, face contorting with pleasure as you released all over his fingers and mouth. He was whining, sucking and licking at you fervently as he drank all of you, lingering even after he had because he loved tasting you so much. You squeezed his shoulders, signaling him to stand up so you would be face to face. Your heavy breaths synchronized, eyes peering into each other's unmoving.

"Put your fingers in your mouth, love," you commanded softly, "taste all of me."

You stared at him as he licked the rest of you clean, his eyebrows furrowing and face twitching as you watched.

"Fuck," he whimpered, "I'll fucking come my pants just from looking at your pretty face."

You giggled, pulling his fingers from his mouth and placing his arm back at his side. You leaned forward, gently placing kisses onto his neck, biting occasionally to mark him. He growled, hands finding your hips as he relished in your soft pink lips against his skin.

He let out a quiet yelp when you pulled back, mourning the absence of your touch.

"You don't need to come your pants," you smiled, "I'll let you come in me instead."

You pulled him along with you towards the exit of the library before he even had time process what you had just offered.

[nyangjoz]

𐙚⋆.˚ only you

𐙚 nico is just so cocky,,, you just have to corrupt him !

𐙚 masterlist | MDNI | taglist | requested? yes !

𐙚 warnings - sub! nicholas, corruption kink, degradation, impact play, edging, dacryphillia

𐙚 a/n - this ends kinda abruptly butttttt idk enjoy

he thinks since he looks all big and bad means he has to act it too... walks all tough with his chest puffed out head held high like hes all high and mighty. he speaks to you like hes a fucking god, like hes above all criticism. like he knows everything. the second you get him in bed he cracks. whining like a little bitch in heat >< and just from you palming his buldge too... his hips rolling up into your hand, chasing after the friction he so badly needs. "oh fuckfuckfuck,, need,, need more,,, god fuck." nico basically cried out.. never even muttering the word please.. what a fucking cocky bastard. you just have to put him in his place.

laying a hard smack on his cock through his jeans. buckling over in pain he whines out,, "ask nicely." harsh tone ringing through his ears as he frowns, eyebrows furrowing as his head turns away from you. what a fucking brat,, thinking he can get whatever the hell he wants without a simple please. just shrugging your shoulders before standing up, starting to grab your coat and leave before-

"fuck! fine!" he swore,, "please." barely audible, under his breath, not even looking at you. "you think muttering under your breath is gonna get you anything then you have another thing coming." pulling your jacket onto your arms and picking your bag up. feeling a pair of arms wrap around you, you gasp out, "please,, god please dont leave. need you so bad." his whispers against your ear sending shivers down your spine. you turned around, pushing him back against the bed, blown out pupils staring up at you with wide eyes. "you're gonna do what i say you hear me? no talking back or i will leave." he nodded quickly, small whimper leaving him because of your harsh tone.

"no! 's too much! please gah- mmph,, 'm gonna cum.." quickly removing your hand from him. hips jutting up chasing your hand and basically sobbing out like a bitch in heat. "no! no! why'd you stop! i was so fucking close-" slapping him across the face, not too hard, but enough to make it sting. his hips still twitching and chest still heaving. "dont you ever shut up? i swear you just talk to hear yourself. you dont cum until i say so? you understand?" a pout painted on his flushed face. eyebrows furrowed as if he didnt get what you were saying. he just looked to the side. "i need an answer." "fine yes please! just keep going."

his cock was so angry and flushed red. almost an hour of edging poor nico,, he was finally becoming malleable.. just like putty in your hands. abs contracting as he came close once more. tears streamed down his face as he writhed under you. "go ahead nico. cum for me." words alone enough to make hot, white, thick, ropes of cum spurt out against his abdomen and all over your hand. he probably came for 5 minutes straight. the most lewd sounds coming from him as his balls contracted. once he finished cumming his body shook. "look at you, so fucking pathetic, shaking all because i milked every single drop out of you."

he whimpered at your words. not wanting to look down at the mess he made, it was bad enough that he could feel it. his head fell to the side, cheek smooshed against the pillow. "do you think you're done?" words made nicos cheeks hot as he looked at you, eyes wide, head shaking. "please no more,, cant take anymore..." soft pleads fall from the boy as his thighs still shake from the aftershocks of his orgasm. you just laughed. god he was so pathetic,, "didnt you hear what i said? you'll do what i say, or else i'll leave. unless you want me to leave, which im completely fine-" "no please,, dont... dont leave." the tears pooling out of nicos eyes. falling down his face as his lashes got coated with a wet shine. god he was so pretty like this you almost reconsidered torturing him... almost.

"so pretty when you cry nico. you should do it more often. or do you not want your friends knowing how much of a little bitch you really are?" his jaw clenched, just staring at you, he didnt know what to say. for the first time ever, nicholas wang didnt have words. "not even a quip back? your so pathetic nico.. that whole facade is just a fake hm? i bet you'd fold no matter who's hands you had on your dick." his head shook, "no jus,, just you... only you."

"you have something to tell me nico?" you squinted at him, palms soothing over his thighs unconsciously. he whimpered softly at the contact. his hands grabbing yours,, you let him, not sure why,, there was something in his eyes. he was softer, you could just see whatever it was melting away. "i only want you,,, only've wanted you." "dont lie to me nicholas." "'m not,, promise..."

tl: @pookalicious-hq @hearteuijoo @lorislane @luvlittlem @page-gracie @estrnrea @heesoulnotes @zzniya @withoutgrace-blog

[lunegenic]

halloween.

in which kei, the god of death, pays you an unwelcome visit on all hallows' eve. or - the one where you fuck a grim reaper to avoid hell. wc: 4k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), some cussing, mentions of violence (reader was hit on the head) and stalking, minors do not interact!

You could never get enough of Halloween; the excessive and often macabre decorations, the trick-or-treating, the horror movie marathons, carving pumpkins, and eating candy corn until you were sick. But what you loved most of all was a stroll through a haunted house.

The local park in your hometown seemed to share your love for the spookiest season of the year and never held back. Its haunted house was notorious in the region for its originality and attention to detail. Inside its walls, you truly felt like you were about to meet your end at the hands of something vicious and evil.

Unfortunately for you, you actually did.

The last thing you remembered was running behind your best friend, there was a loud thump and the undeniable sensation of someone behind you, and in the next second, everything went dark. When you woke, you were completely alone.

You felt light-headed and woozy, and when you sat up, you rubbed your temples. Everything was out of focus and cold, you could feel your body shivering, chilled to the bone. Glancing around, you folded your arms in a poor attempt to warm yourself and called out, "Hello?"

Your voice echoed through the dark, enclosed space. It was similar to the haunted house, so you assumed maybe you were in a back room. Peering down at your costume, you noticed nothing out of the ordinary, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Suddenly, the room grew even darker and your breaths began to appear before you like smoke, a sign of just how fast the temperature was dropping around you. Unnerved, you jumped to your feet and looked around for something you could use to defend yourself, finding nothing but pieces of hay strewn across the floor and a simple worktable, empty of any tools.

A figure appeared across from you, shrouded in darkness. You narrowed your eyes, trying to see his face, but it wasn't until he'd taken a few steps forward that the faint light caught him.

You almost scoffed. He was a pretty boy dressed in a long trenchcoat and nothing about him screamed danger. Oddly enough, the sight of him made you relax - like your body knew he was a sanctuary.

"Um, hi," you started nervously. "Do you know where we are?"

The man looked around nonchalantly for a moment and said, "Haunted house, I think you call it. You humans are so weird."

Your brows stitched. "Huh?"

"Why would you go into a building meant just to scare you? Aren't you supposed to have survival instincts or something?"

"It's all fake," you told him irritably. Being judged for your love of thrills and horror was nothing new to you. "It's just exciting without any of the actual danger. Don't you know that?"

"Nope." The man acted totally disinterested, but continued to close the distance between you.

"Don't come any closer," you barked at him, once again looking for a weapon. "I'll fight you."

He stopped and sighed loudly.

"Who are you?"

"Kei," he replied. "I'm a grim reaper."

You snorted. "Well, your costume sucks. I thought you were an accountant."

Kei looked down at his clothes and made a face. Then, he surveyed you. "And what are you supposed to be?"

You grabbed your skirt and did a little twirl, and said, "I'm a courtesan. Haven't you seen Moulin Rouge?"

Kei shook his head.

"Okay. This has been fun, but I need to be going now." You waved at the supposed grim reaper and strode past him confidently, marching right to the door at the other end of the room. Just shy of it, Kei appeared before you in the fraction of a second, out of thin air.

You gasped loudly and staggered back. "What the hell?" you exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

Kei said nothing. He just pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you.

You unfurled the paper airplane and read your name aloud, followed by your date of birth and the day's date - Halloween. "Are you stalking me?" you asked worriedly.

"No, I just found out about you when I was sent that," Kei answered calmly.

"Did my stalker send it to you?"

"You have a stalker?"

You nodded grimly, suddenly feeling very small and like you were being watched. "Yeah. For a few months now."

Something flickered in Kei's eyes then. "Ah. That explains the man running out of here when I arrived."

Your blood ran cold. "The...," your voice trembled. "The man?"

Kei nodded.

You were starting to panic. "What did he do?!"

For the first time, the alleged grim reaper showed some emotion on his handsome face. It looked to be sympathy, but you weren't sure. After a pause, he said quietly, "Hit you pretty hard over the head."

Your eyes went wide.

Kei took a step toward you and sighed. Then, he said your name and whispered, "You're dying."

You felt fine, so this was hard to process. For some reason, you'd completely believed him when he told you you'd been struck, though there was no pain in your head to speak of. Matter of fact, you didn't have any pain at all.

That ache you usually had in your lower back was gone. The tiny bit of sinus pressure between your brows due to the cold weather was gone. The soles of your feet, which had been hurting from your high heels, were also perfectly fine.

Kei could see the gears in your head turning and he pointed to the opposite side of the room, where you'd woken up.

You turned around slowly and cried out in horror.

There you were, seemingly sound asleep, blood on your face and around your head.

"Oh my god," you wailed, rushing over to yourself, which was a very odd experience, but you couldn't really process that either. Facing the grim reaper again, now fully convinced of who he was, you shouted, "Call an ambulance!"

"I can't do that," Kei said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm just here to make sure you cross over."

You continued to raise your voice, "I'm not crossing over shit! Absolutely not! It's not my time! I have too many things to do: finish college, travel the world, get married to someone kind, and..."

Kei interrupted, "That's above my paygrade. All I can do is ferry you to hell."

You stopped still and scowled at him. "Hell? What did I do to get sent there?"

"No idea. Also above my paygrade."

You folded your arms, filling with annoyance. "So, let me get this straight - you just show up here, while I'm dying, and you won't help me. You don't know why I'm going to hell, you just transport me there."

Kei bobbed his head. "Correct."

Anger churned in your stomach and you snapped, "You're fucking useless."

Kei exhaled deeply and loudly for the hundredth time, as if he'd heard that before. "And you're dead," he said, but with no cruelty.

"No, I'm not," you told him in defiance, pointing at your body. "I'm still breathing."

"Not for much longer."

Tears stung your eyes. Watching your body slowly shut down was like saying a long goodbye to the love of your life. She was passing on without you, alone and helpless. It was cruel and you refused to accept such a cruel fate when all you'd done was live an honest life.

You planted your feet, straightened your shoulders, and pushed back the tears before stating, "I want to negotiate."

Kei made a noise, almost like a tiny laugh. It caught him off guard; he couldn't remember the last time he'd been amused. Quickly setting his face back into a frown, he countered, "You have nothing to bargain with."

"Oh, yes, I do."

The grim reaper was unmoving as you sauntered up to him, closing the distance. By the dead look in his eyes, this move neither surprised or worried him.

When you pressed up against him, however, his breath hitched loudly.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Fuck, he towered over you. You tipped your head back and peered up at him innocently, though the idea in your head was anything but innocent. He was studying you with furrowed brows now, as if seeing you truly for the first time.

"Are all grim reapers so tall? You're like a tree," you said coolly, running your fingers down the lapel of his coat.

"Again, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Stuck on the vacant look in his eyes from before, you asked, "Are you a depressed grim reaper?"

Kei surprised you when he snapped, "You keep carrying the dead to hell and see how long you hold onto your joy."

You blinked up at him.

Kei knew right away he shouldn't have volunteered that information, but he couldn't help it. It felt good to finally voice those feelings aloud.

But you were watching him like a hawk, searching for holes in his armor, and he'd just given you one to sink your teeth into.

You watched Kei turn his head, avoiding your gaze, and you didn't hesitate to reach up and cradle his cheek, making him look at you again. Then, you made your bid. "If I make you feel something, you have to save me."

There was a tiny pause. The air was thicker now. Kei stared down at you and said, "I can't."

You tilted your head. "Can't or won't?"

"It's against the rules."

"Ha! So you do have the power to bring me back!"

Kei cursed under his breath.

"Come here," you said, hurrying over to the worktable, turning your back to it, and jumping up with the intention of landing on it. However, you fell right through and landed on the floor with a loud oomph.

Kei rubbed his brow, using his hand to hide his laugh.

You looked at the floor beneath you and back to the grim reaper, and asked, "Did I just pass through a table?"

"You're dead," he said flatly. "You can't sit on a table."

"Then, why am I not sinking through the floor?"

"Your body is on the same floor. It's anchoring you to it."

"Interesting," you murmured to yourself, rubbing your lip. Peering at the grim reaper, trouble-shooting this minor technicality, you asked, "Can you sit on the table?"

Kei looked at you like you had three heads. "Yes."

"Prove it."

Kei took another deep breath and let it out slowly. You were a constant push and pull of entertainment and irritation. For whatever reason, however, the grim reaper obeyed you and dragged his feet over to the table, jumping on top and letting his legs swing back-and-forth briefly.

Before he could react, you leapt into his lap, quickly caging his hips with your knees and held onto his shoulders to get your balance.

"You...!" Kei exclaimed, about to chastise you, but every word in every language left him when he felt your sex on his dick. Despite the clothes in the way, it was suddenly all his brain was capable of comprehending.

"I can't believe you fell for that," you said with a giggle. "Must not require a lot of brain cells to be a grim reaper, huh?"

Kei jostled you in retaliation as if he was going to throw you off and you wrapped your arms around him tightly, refusing to let him unseat you. The two of you grappled briefly like you both knew it wasn't serious.

It was foreplay.

Kei grunted when you shoved his chest, making him hit the wall at his back. You perfectly straddled him, your skirt having ridden up and exposing your thighs. Kei couldn't resist looking down at the stockings attached to garters, following where they led to your warm clothed cunt sitting right on top of his cock.

"Ever had a woman on top of you, grim reaper?" you taunted, roaming your hands over his broad chest, pushing back his trench coat to free his muscly arms.

"No," Kei said, his voice weak. His palms slid up your thighs to your hips, feeling you. "I'm usually on top."

"Of course you are," you snickered, satisfied when his coat slid down his arms and pooled around his waist.

Truth be told, Kei had never met such a shameless woman that didn't hesitate to mount him on a table. In his many years, this was definitely a new experience and it was sparking a vitality in his veins Kei hadn't felt in decades. Warmth was returning to his cheeks, among other places. His cock was getting painfully hard in his pants and he wanted you to take it out, but dared not admit it.

You knew exactly what he wanted by the way he was looking at you and touching you. You wondered if he realized he was licking his lips, salivating over you on top of him.

Kei watched your finger hook in his belt and he bit his lip. You yanked the belt loose and then unfastened the button of his pants. Next, you slowly pulled down his zipper. Kei studied your every move like you were escorting him to his own execution.

He'd have to brush up on the rule book after this night.

You let saliva drip from your tongue and land on his dick, working him in your fist with it. Kei felt himself getting even harder and he slightly bucked into your hand, making you smirk that he was riled up.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you asked softly, "Can I keep going?"

Kei met your eyes, suddenly marveling the gentleness with which you spoke. The fact you were asking for his consent, when he'd already made clear with his hands on you that he wanted it, made his heart ache. "Keep going... only if you want to."

"I want to," you replied without missing a beat, and Kei said, "I want you to."

At that, you leaned in and kissed him, relief rushing through you when he returned your kiss hotly.

The kiss was scalding, but also tender. You expected desperation but there was none on either of your parts. Kei's hands were firmer on your waist as you deepened the kiss, tasting him, breathing him in until his air and his scent were in your lungs.

Steering his cock to your entrance as you kept kissing him, you tugged your panties to the side and sank down on him, letting him fill you to the brim.

All the air vanished out of Kei's lungs and even though he didn't need oxygen, it still felt like a punch to his chest. Holy fuck, you were tight and warm and wet, and so overwhelming Kei felt he could finish then and there.

"Fucking hell," the grim reaper groaned.

"Or heaven," you smarted with a little laugh, carding your fingers through his hair as you arched your hips.

To your pleasant surprise, the man that had come to take you to your death smiled.

You started to ride him, slow at first until your pace began to build. Kei moved his hips to meet you, trying to match your rhythm and eventually you fucked each other in sync. Though you'd been out to seduce him, you lost yourself to your own pleasure, tipping your head back and moaning when he hit the sweet spot inside you just right.

Kei growled in his throat and whispered, "You're beautiful," when you'd done that. Seeing your face scrunch with ecstasy as you took every inch of his cock stirred something inside him.

You gripped his hair tight and held him close, the grim reaper tracing kisses over your cleavage, his breath warming your skin. Panting after all he'd done for years was sigh sent heat and euphoria through Kei's ice cold veins.

"Don't stop," Kei begged, pinching your hips in his big hands, grunting with your movements.

You kept bouncing on him, letting him fill you deep. "So good," you cried, your noises filling the room where your fate would be decided.

"Take it," Kei said, reaching for your face and grabbing your jaw. Once your eyes locked onto his, he hissed, "It's yours. Take it."

The high had been rising to its peak and once those words left his mouth, you came, grinding yourself on his dick, pulsing and clenching, moaning through the orgasm.

Kei held you securely, wanting to blow his load inside you the moment he watched - and more importantly, felt - your release. Even now, your pussy kept kneading his cock, wanting every drop he had to give.

"The devil probably wanted you for himself," Kei mused, rubbing your hips possessively.

"Wanted me to ride him on his throne?" You laughed, coming back to your senses. Then, you shot your lover for the night a look and said hotly, "This pussy is only for you, baby."

Kei swore and growled, holding you in place as he thrust his cock up to meet you, pounding into your perfect pussy and making a wet slap echo through the room. You whimpered and moaned, which only spurned him on harder, your sex sensitive but still eager for his release.

With a few more strokes, Kei coiled his arms around your waist and finished inside you, sucking in air through his teeth frantically as you kept rolling your hips and milking him for all he was worth.

The two of you slumped into each other, satisfied. Your eyes winched closed and all you could do was feel him, all of him. His cock was still buried inside you, growing soft, and you were in no hurry to leave.

If the situation wasn't so dire, you would be smug at making a grim reaper's eyes roll back into his head.

Kei's hands fell reluctantly from your hips when you clambered off of him, adjusting your clothes. You gave a brief look to your body, still broken and bleeding on the floor, and sighed in defeat.

"Alright, take me to hell, big boy," you said calmly.

Kei, who had just finished tucking his cock back into his pants, jerked his head at you. "What?"

"I gave it my best shot," you said, rubbing your arms. "But it's not lost on me that I just fucked a grim reaper. I'm sure it breaks every law ever made."

Kei just stared at you.

You shrugged dramatically. "I'm fucking destined for hell, aren't I?"

Kei slipped his hands around your face and drew you to him, making you look him in the eye. "If the devil tries to touch you, I will kill him."

A shiver rushed through your body. He sounded like a wild, deadly animal. Your lips parted in surprise. "W-what?"

"Yes, I have to deliver a soul to hell tonight, but thanks to you, I know exactly where I'm going to get one that deserves it."

The tears rushed into your eyes. My stalker, you thought, but couldn't bring yourself to say. Kei seemed to hear your inner voice and he softly nodded.

You watched as Kei made a swift motion with his hand toward your body and you felt catapulted through time and space, air rushing into your lungs painfully.

It was agony and you understandably panicked. You lurched upward and gasped in a breath, coughing and sputtering, hands grasping at your chest. Your head throbbed and you'd never been so relieved to feel the ache. Blood stained your hands and your clothes.

Kei's presence made you calm. You finally looked up at the grim reaper standing over you and choked out, "I'm alive?"

"As you said, so you are," he replied plainly.

You laughed in disbelief.

Kei held out his hand and you took it, surprised to feel the warmth of his palm against yours. You'd half-expected to pass right through him. The grim reaper lifted you to your feet with ease and sweetly tucked some loose hair behind your ear.

"What happens now?" you asked curiously.

"A man reaps what he's sown."

At long last, you let the tears flow down your cheeks and you neither hid them or tried to stop them. The relief was immense and made you feel like you could fly. But there was still a grim reaper before you who now knew how it felt to be inside you.

"Thank you," you told him solemnly. "I'll never take this for granted."

"Me neither," he replied.

The tears came harder now, a faint longing had bloomed inside your chest. "Will I ever see you again?"

Much to your delight, Kei smiled. He stroked his thumb over your cheek, wiping a few of your tears, and promised, "At night, while you dream, I'll come visit."

You smiled back. "I'd like that."

[nichoskittycorner]

Im not dead, I swear. Ive just been struggling to finish pieces, especially longer ones. So its onto shorter ideas/drabbles/ ideas. Feel free to share too if yall wanna :D

[blueuijoo]

practice room after hours - yuma (18+)

you and Yuma are paired together for a duet, and when you decide to stay after hours to continue practicing, you end up in a steamy situation.

tags: dancer!yuma, dancer!reader, afab!reader, soft dom!yuma, dirty talk, pet names, oral, mirror sex, unprotected sex, coming inside, squirting, cum eating

wc: 3.6k

“Y/n, you need to pick up your feet some more, you’re dragging,” your dance coach sighed, scratching her head in frustration. “Again, from the top.” Her fingers snapped, watching you intently.

The atmosphere was beginning to feel unbearable, the pressure pressing you to near loss of breath. If you weren’t careful, you’d have a panic attack mid-performance. You tried your best to focus on the counts in your head while you watched your body sway in the practice room mirror, hoping to God this last week of rehearsal would be enough to perfect the piece for next week's competition. On top of that, you were praying your apparent lack in certain areas of the choreography wouldn’t bring down your partner too much.

“Yuma, you need to be by y/n’s right on the sixth count.” your coach critiqued. “If you’re not, she could seriously get hurt, and one missed beat could immediately disqualify you from the competition.”

Yuma nodded, lips straight and eyes fixated on you in the mirror. You gulped, suddenly feeling nervous from his intense stare. Pinching your eyes shut for a moment, you inhaled and exhaled to free your mind of all of the anxiety that had been building up throughout the practice, Yuma watching you only adding to it. You needed to focus on getting the choreography solid. Now wasn’t the time to be worrying about your sexy dance partner's eyes on you. He was only trying to make sure he’d get the count correctly, and for that he needed to keep up accurately with your movements. That’s what you told yourself to be less distracted, at least. 

“One more time, then we can end practice.” your coach announced, stepping away from the two of you towards the side where the laptop was. “Let’s try to make this a stable runthrough, okay?” She restarted the song.

Your gaze met Yuma’s as the music began playing through the speakers again, a slight smirk playing at his lips. Your heart raced as your body moved automatically from memory. Your eyes stayed locked on one another’s, his hands soon meeting your waist as you jumped, legs wrapping around his torso.

“Yes, that’s it,” your coach clapped from the side, praising the move that had been the weakest, “good job!”

Yuma’s breath touched your lips lightly, his face just centimeters away from yours as he spun your bodies around twice before placing you back on your feet. His arms stayed on your waist, one hand moving to prop up your chin with a finger as you both continued the meticulously calculated steps. For a moment, you swore his eyes dropped to your lips. He’s just getting into the mood of the song, you thought to convince yourself. Maybe you were crazy, but something about your interactions felt different lately, and the intimate nature of the dance was not making it any easier to forget about it. You’d been attracted to Yuma for some time now, but given your established dance partnership, you felt it was too risky to pursue. Instead, you kept it to yourself and crushed on him from afar. 

You swayed your body against his, your arms tracing down his chest like the choreography told you to. Yuma let out a shaky exhale, one that was too quiet for you to hear. You’d done this step together so many times before, so why was this particular one making him feel things? It’s not that he didn’t feel anything for you, no, that was far from the truth- but perhaps it was the confidence you evoked to impress your teacher in order to end the practice on a high note, or maybe, just maybe, there was a bit of a personal message being sent through your body to him, too, that sent his mind running.

The two of you landed the ending stance perfectly, chests heaving in sync as the room went silent. It was soon interrupted by the applause of your coach. 

“Well done!” She smiled, approaching you two to offer the sweat towels that hung over her shoulders. “Just a few more runs and it’s ready.”

“I’m gonna hang back to practice a bit more,” Yuma said, patting his face with the towel before wrapping it around his neck.

“Yeah?” Your coach titled her head. “Well, just don’t work yourself too hard. You need to stay in good condition.”

Yuma nodded his head. “Understood.”

“Are you staying longer, too, y/n?” 

You shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. I at least need to cool down and stretch, though.”

She nodded, extending a quick goodbye to you and Yuma before exiting the room.

The air felt thick, the silence nearly deafening. The only thing that broke through it was the sounds of your breathing. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice how closely you were standing to each other, your head coming in contact with his chest as you turned to walk towards the far corner of the room to stretch.

“Shit, my bad,” you chuckled, looking up at him. There was a look in your eyes you couldn’t quite comprehend, but it felt enticing. “You seem a bit… different today.”

“How so?” Yuma pondered on your observation.

“Just…” you trailed off, biting your lip in thought. You hadn’t thought that far ahead, just purely assessing based on vibes. “I’m not really sure how to explain.”

Yuma just furrowed his brows at you for a moment before leaning over to grab his water bottle off the floor.

Your automatic reflexes reached out to grab the towel that slipped off his neck before you could make the decision, only to trip over your feet and send you straight into his body again. Suddenly, you found yourself toppled over his side.

“For someone whose balance is impeccable during practice, you sure are clumsy.” Yuma laughed, shifting himself so he could face you. That was worse, because now you were straddling his lap as he looked up at you with that beautiful, stupid smile of his. 

“I’m so sorry,” you facepalmed yourself with embarrassment. You attempted to stand up, but his hand caught your wrist to stop you. “Yuma?” You questioned. For a moment, he just stared at you, and it became impossible to slow your heart rate. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He blinked and shook his head, cheeks turning crimson. “Sorry, I spaced out for a second.” He let go of your wrist and carefully nudged you off of him so you could both get back on your feet.

Yuma couldn’t think straight, with either of his heads. He never wanted to disrespect you, so he kept up an emotional wall to keep himself in control. But every now and then, it’d crack. You were watching him, contemplating on what he might be thinking. He said he was staying after to practice more, but it seemed like something else was weighing on him. You opened your mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. You weren’t really sure what you wanted to tell him, but something in you told you that the conversation wasn’t over yet.

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” Yuma looked at you, a bit of restlessness apparent in his body language and tone of voice. You nodded, waiting for him to continue. “To be honest, you’re right,” he added, “I do feel different today. Well, lately in general.”

“Why’s that?” You asked gently, careful not to come off too pushy. You were curious, yes, but you didn’t want to cause him to shut down.

“Well,” he scratched the back of his head with one hand while the other gripped his towel, “I’ve just been… thinking a lot lately.” He paused for a moment, searching your face for any signs that he should end it there. But he didn’t find any, and instead you were looking at him very attentively. The way your eyes glistened with care made him melt. “About us.” 

You swore you stopped breathing, eyes widening slightly. Us? You thought, what does he mean by that? 

“I’m just wondering if I’m the only one who’s feeling a connection here?”

“Connection?” You questioned, voice barely coming out due to your shock.

His face dropped slightly, thinking that your confusion meant it wasn’t mutual. “I just thought that you felt there was something, too, between us. You don’t feel anything?”

You understood what he meant, your mind going hazy for a moment as you tried to process what you’d just heard. Yuma was telling you he had feelings for you, something you swore was unrequited on your end. “I-I do.” you managed to admit.

Yuma stared at you, mouth slightly agape. “You do?” He asked slowly, wanting to clarify if he heard you correctly.

You nodded. “I’ve had feelings for you for months.”

His face softened as his lips landed in a gentle smile. “I wish you’d told me sooner, because you’re not the only one.”

“Really?”

“I think I’ve been slowly falling for you since the first time I saw you.”

It hit you in the chest, hard, hearing the truth from him. You’d been in the same dance company as him for years and interacted and hung out often enough, but only within the past few months were paired together for duets. As you got to know him over the course of being dance partners, you started to develop deeper feelings for him. “For that long?”

“Yeah…” he trailed off, feeling somewhat guilty for keeping it hidden for as long as he did. “I was just afraid it’d make things awkward if, you know, it didn’t work out.”

You were grateful he thought the same way as you, that you both shared the same concerns. What now? Were you supposed to give it a shot, or just accept your feelings for each other and move on? You both loved dance and the company you were in, neither one of you wanted to leave if it came to that. 

“I feel the same,” you said, softly. “What does this mean, then, for us?”

Yuma found your eyes that were so full of need for some sort of guidance. The desire and the want between the two of you was obvious, and there didn’t seem to be any turning back now that your feelings for each other were out in the open.

The bright practice room lights flickered off as they were replaced with the emergency ones. You’d both forgotten that at midnight, they automatically switched over.

The tension between you rose as you just simply watched each other in the dimly lit room, only standing a few inches apart. It was just bright enough to see each other's faces in a grainy filter, one that didn’t prevent you from making out each other's beauty.

Yuma stepped away from you for a moment to lock the practice room door, ensuring no one would disturb you. It was pretty clear to you where this was heading, your mind going dumb at the thought. He soon returned to your side, hands moving cautiously to brush against your arms. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, voice low and raspy.

Your voice cracked slightly in response. “Yes.”

Yuma’s hands moved to wrap around your wrists as he placed his lips on yours, pushing your back towards the mirror and pinning your arms above your head. He took one hand off to grab the towel from his neck, quickly using it to tie around your wrists to keep them together as he held them above you. Your chests brushed against one another, his knee pushing between your thighs. You let out a light moan as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. It was hot and wet, not unlike your cunt that was throbbing with need.

“That was pretty,” he growled, breaking the kiss. “I want to hear it again.”

He pressed his knee further against your core, ready to have you grind on him relentlessly. As if you could hear his thoughts, you began to subconsciously rub yourself along it, the friction from the layers of clothing stimulating you more.

“That’s it,” he hummed, his free hand grabbing your hip harshly to help guide you, “just like that.” 

His lips met yours again, this time more aggressively. You missed each other's mouths a few times, tongues sloppily touching each other's chin and cheeks. 

You were a bit ashamed to admit you were about to come from grinding on his leg alone, but the way he was kissing you and gripping you only pushed you closer and closer to climax. Yuma sensed it, that your body was beginning to unravel, and he stopped your hips from moving against his thigh. 

“I can’t have you coming that quickly, can I?” He smirked, giving your ass a squeeze. You let out a yelp and he laughed. “Take this off,” he demanded, tugging at your sweatpants. You did as he said, him quickly dropping to his knees once you did. He pushed your thighs further apart so he could reach your dripping cunt easier. He hissed at the sight. “So fucking pretty and wet f’me.” 

He then put two fingers in a v-shape, pushing your lips apart. His tongue feathered your swollen nub, your legs losing balance briefly by the sudden contact. He pressed harder and faster as he entered a finger into your hole.

“F-fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back against the mirror. Your arms came down from above your head in an attempt to reach for his hair to grip. It was a bit difficult with your wrists tied, but you managed.

Yuma groaned as you tugged his strands, the pleasure from it causing him to pump and move his tongue quicker. He pushed a second finger into you, curling at your g-spot as you began to collapse from his touch. It took everything in you to keep yourself standing up as your body shook from the overwhelming sensations. Yuma used the pressure of his face against you to keep you steady above him.

Your moans became louder and louder and as he curled his fingers into you one last time, your body sliding down the mirror slowly as you came into his mouth and all over his hands. Yuma groaned at the taste, continuing to lick every last drop as he followed your movement to the floor. He was lying on it now, still lapping at your cunt.

“Y-yuma,” you hissed, squirming above him, “It’s too sensitive.”

He broke away his mouth from your clit while his fingers continued to pump against your walls. “You can do one more for me, can’t you, baby?” Your eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open as you began to drool. It was too much, but so fucking good that you didn’t want to stop. Yuma laughed as he saw your fucked-out face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Carefully, he pumped in and out of you slowly, then picked up speed as he felt you begin to reach your peak again. You were whining, unable to keep yourself still as his fingers filled you with such perfection and accuracy. He took his other hand and pressed firmly on your swollen nub. 

“Come undone for me, baby,” he moaned. “Again, all over my hands.”

As if on cue, you screamed his name, back arching as you shook and convulsed in ecstasy. Your lips glistened from your drool as your mouth hung open, the sign of pleasure so beautiful to Yuma. He bit his bottom lip before licking yours and placing a kiss. His tongue found yours as he pulled himself up from lying on the floor so he was now facing you, hands coming up to firmly hold your jaw.

“Sweet, huh?” He murmured into your mouth as he made sure you tasted your own release on his tongue. You groaned, your tied wrists coming up to meet his chin. Yuma smiled, then pulled away briefly to remove the towel. “I think you’ve earned it.”

Within seconds you were unzipping his hoodie and pulling at his tank top to take it off. He obliged, tossing them to the side before his hands found your own hoodie to remove. His eyes widened when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra.

“You were dancing like this?” He asked, half serious.

You bit your lip and giggled. “I was running late, I forgot to put it on.”

Yuma simply smirked and pulled you onto his lap. “Easier for me, then.”

You let out a small yelp as his tongue met your hardened nipple, the sensitivity sending shivers down your spin. He nibbled gently as he took one of his hands to cup the other. He pinched and brushed his finger along the nub as you sang sweet moans to him. He groaned at the sound of your enjoyment, tongue and hand working faster with each sound that came out of you. You pulled at his hair as you ground into his clothed cock, your body begging for more stimulation.

Yuma pulled away from the kiss, pulling you up with him as he stood back up from the ground. You knew he was strong, but holy fuck, that was one of the hottest things you’ve ever experienced. He placed you onto your feet, then moved one hand to slap your bare ass. “Turn around,” he demanded. “Bend over.”

You did what he said, the view of you and him standing behind now in the mirror in front of you. You watched him finish undressing, kicking his pants to the side as one arm wrapped around your waist. He steadied himself, his other hand on his cock to line himself up with your entrance. He looked to you for permission, and you gave him a simple nod of the head. Slowly, he entered into you, stretching your walls delicately as he bottomed you out. Your lips quivered, the feeling of him filling you completely creating new, pleasurable sensations. 

“Fuck, Yuma,” you moaned, holding out the final vowel as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, “r-right there, shit!”

“You sound so pretty f’me,” he growled, gripping his arm around you tighter as he fucked you faster and faster with each thrust. “Feel so good around my cock.” 

“Harder,” you begged, your breathing becoming heavier with each moment that passed. “More.”

“Fuck,” Yuma hissed, answering your request. 

He took his other arm and tilted your head slightly to the side, pushing it against the mirror. You lifted your hands and placed them against it to give yourself extra leverage as he pounded your cunt relentlessly. The oils from your hands and breath from your mouth fogged the mirror as you desperately tried to keep yourself from falling apart around him too soon.

Yuma could feel you getting wetter and wetter, pushing him further to the edge. “You’re creaming, baby,” he groaned, pushing your head harder against the glass. You moaned louder as he thrusted faster, his balls slapping loudly against your ass. “Just fucking look at yourself, losing yourself all over my cock.”

You were whining, giving up any care if the janitorial staff could hear you outside of the room. Or your coach for that matter, if she was still in the studio office. Through hooded eyes, you glanced between watching yourself get fucked and Yuma fucking you. He looked so sexy, sweat pooling at his forehead while his bangs messily stuck out in different directions. His mouth hung open, eyes locked on yours. 

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” Yuma begged, throwing his head back as he felt your juices begin to flow around him. “Holy fuck, you’re perfect.”

You threw one hand back to grab his hips, forcing him to fuck you harder as he helped you ride out your high. “Inside,” you begged, voice cracking from euphoria. “Come in me.”

“A-are you sure?” Yuma asked between thrusts, unable to hold back his moans. He was about to explode from how good you felt. 

“Y-yes,” you gasped, “shit!”

Your legs started to give out, Yuma keeping his grip around you strong and steady to keep you in place as he thrusted into you a few more times, white ropes beginning to paint your walls. He screamed your name as he came hard, collapsing against your back as he gradually slowed down his pace after he finished. For a moment, you both sat in silence, breaths hot and heavy. He lazily left kisses on your shoulders and back as he carefully turned you to face him. You leaned against each other's foreheads. Yuma pecked your cheek, then you kissed his lips softly in response. You both smiled, holding each other delicately as you both let yourselves sit back on the floor, coming back down from the intensity of the recent events.

The two of you sat there, holding each other closely and cuddling as you leaned against the mirror. The exhaustion caught up to you quickly, and you wondered if you’d end up falling asleep right there in the practice room.

“We should clean up and get going, yeah?” Yuma inquired softly, brushing his fingers through your head as he looked at your sweet, sleepy face.

“Mhmm, okay,” you slurred, just about ready to pass out.

“Do you want to stay at mine?”

You nodded, attempting to stand yourself up. “I guess we’re skipping the stretches tonight.”

[blueuijoo]

angel of my dreams - fuma (18+)

had this idea immediately after the concept trailer

Fuma has always watched over you and protected you; but it wasn’t enough anymore.

tags: angel!fuma, softdom!fuma, human!reader, female!reader, smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, some nonconsenual sexual behaviour (kinda? reader is aware of fuma watching but she doesn’t tell him until later), brief k smut cameo, pet names, fingering, oral, cum eating, praise, dirty talk, brief mention of death, i think that's about it

wc: 4k

You exhaled, breath shaky, light, and nearly inaudible. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back further against the plush pillow as you sank deeper into the mattress, euphoria taking over your senses. Biting your lip, you circled your sensitive clit faster, breathing heavier the more you touched yourself. Your moans became louder with each movement, legs beginning to thrash as you were nearing release. A choked sob escaped your lips as you came, body shaking from bliss. As you came down from your high, you only felt disappointed. For some reason, you just couldn’t seem to get yourself off as well as you had before, and it’d been like that for a while. You were craving something new, something deeper and more captivating than just your own hands. But, you weren’t sure what it was, what you were searching for. You supposed it would make itself known to you eventually. Or, someone would make themselves known. At least, this is the way you played it off. The truth was, you knew exactly who and what you wanted. You just needed to figure out when and how to make it happen.

Fuma watched you from the shadows, careful not to attract his presence. Sometimes, it seemed like you knew he was there; he swore he heard his name fall from your lips once or twice as you came hard into your hands, your sweet release dripping down your thighs as he held himself back from lapping it all up. At the same time, he knew he shouldn’t even be toying with the idea. He was your guardian angel, after all. But just like you, it wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted to touch you, make love to you, make you cry his name as he grazed every inch of you and tasted your sweet skin. He’d heard stories about other angels who had relations with humans, how they became dark, tainted, and forced to leave their position. They were condemned to the human world and mortality, and it was said that these fallen angels still seeing their wings, yet unable to use them, were driven to madness from guilt. They craved their old life back and begged for forgiveness, but their desires were never granted.

Fuma was skeptical, though. Having watched you for a few years, the human world didn’t seem all bad, in fact, he often found himself wanting to become part of it. Sure, there was pain and turmoil, but there was also joy and love. As an angel, he didn’t feel these emotions. Well, in the same way, perhaps is a better way to put it. It was almost like a pseudo version of them, and it seemed as if he was intellectually experiencing them rather than actually feeling them.

You stood up from your bed, putting your panties back on before walking over to where he was standing. You reached for the hoodie that hung on the hook beside your closet that was next to him, pulling it over your head slowly. Enticingly, you looked straight at Fuma as you did this, being sure to move your body ever so sultry for him. He swallowed, finding it nearly unbearable to ignore his growing passion and need for you. Watching you pleasure yourself was becoming an addiction. 

It surprised you that Fuma was still unaware you knew he was there. Perhaps you didn’t call his name enough when you imagined him bending you over the side of your bed as he succumbed to your body, or when you dreamt of his hands wrapped around it, brushing against every nook and crevice.

In fact, you could actually see him. He wasn’t just a presence, no, but you knew exactly what he looked like; the way his black bangs fell beautiful in front of his eyes, how his soft tinted red lips called you to him every time they met your eyes. His muscular, ethereal body is all you ever thought about when you touched yourself. He was the only man, only being you wanted to ruin you. The irony is that you’d actually be the one ruining him. 

“God, I’m still fucking horny,” you groaned, purposefully saying it loudly for Fuma to hear. “I just need to be fucked, it’s been so long.”

Fuma inhaled, squinting his eyes shut to try to forget your shaking, ecstatic body from earlier. If angels had any experiences that were similar to humans, it would be sex. They procreated with each other just the same. 

“I’ll just have to scroll through Tinder later, I guess.” You sighed, hoping your sly comment would stir Fuma just enough to step out of the dark and kiss you. You were serious about it, too, because if he wasn’t going to give in, then you had to find another body to fulfill your needs. You already knew whoever it was would be nothing compared to him, though.

He felt jealous at the mention of you fucking another person, if he could call it that. He didn’t want to share you, he wanted to be the only one that had access to your body. No one else deserved to see your mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back in pure bliss like he did, the way you sucked your fingers and played with your nipples as you came over and over again. It was only for him. That’s what he told himself and what he wanted to believe. But unless he truly did let himself be free and stop holding back, he really would lose you to someone else eventually. 

You made your way to the kitchen, deciding to bake some cookies on your free Saturday. You’d been so busy lately, it was virtually impossible to find time to just relax. Everything was going smoothly until you turned to grab the extra baking sheet from the island behind you, bumping the first batch that was cooling on top of the stove in the process. 

“Fuck!” You hissed, bringing your simmered palm up to kiss while the rack began to fall off towards the floor. You were so focused on the burn on your hand that you didn’t have time to step out of the way, unable to avoid burning more parts of your exposed skin. You were realizing now how stupid it was to bake cookies in nothing but a hoodie and thong.

You squealed, squeezing your eyes shut to brace for the scorching pan to hit your thigh, but it never did. You slowly opened one of them, only to see that it was back in its original position on top of the stove. “Huh,” you said, surprised yet knowingly, “how interesting.” 

You smirked as you noticed Fuma standing beside the counter, arms crossed as he shook his head in disappointment. She should really be more careful, so clumsy, Fuma thought to himself while chuckling silently in his head.

“Damn, I’m clumsy. I gotta be more careful.” You laughed out loud, being sure not to repeat the same mistake as you finished grabbing the second pan.

Fuma froze, eyes widened. Did I say that out loud? He thought, beginning to panic. No, she wouldn’t be able to hear me even if I did… right?

The entire day passed like this, making indirect gestures and comments to tease Fuma. He couldn’t be this dense, there’s no way he didn’t know what you were doing.

Actually, he was starting to pick up on your cues more, but stayed in denial of it all. He was afraid to really show himself to you, no matter how tempting and alluring it sounded to him. But at this point, he was starting to realize you knew he was watching- and that you liked it. And fuck, he liked it, too.

He reached his final straw that night when you did what you said, invited a Tinder hook up over to take care of your needs. 

Your chest was pressed firmly against your bedroom door, the man you learned was named K, gripping harshly at your hips to pull you back against his clothed, hardened cock. You whined as one of his hands came up to turn your head slightly and push it against the door.

“Shit, look at you,” K groaned, reaching his other arm around your hips to touch your clothed core, “someone’s needy, hm? We’ve barely even started.”

“It’s been too long,” you moaned, wiggling your hips impatiently against him. “I just need some fucking dick.”

Fuma didn’t want to see it, but he couldn’t look away either. The more he watched you fall apart for this stranger, the angrier he got.

Stop it, he cursed at himself, you’re not supposed to be feeling this way. You can’t, remember? Angels don’t have emotions. But the more he tried to convince himself, the more the lies began to crack.

Angels and humans really weren’t so different after all.

You were mewling as K pumped a finger into you, reaching your peak quickly, when suddenly he screamed. He let go of you and fell to the floor. You turned around and looked at him, confused about what had happened. He was shaken and looked sick, as if he had just seen a ghost.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?”

You furrowed your brows. “what is wha-” but you didn’t need to finish the statement when your eyes met where K was pointing. In the corner, Fuma’s wings and pupils were black, and he seemed larger in size. You’d seen him like this before when there were other situations you were in that seemed to piss him off, but this is the first time he ever made himself visible to anyone other than you. You weren’t even sure if he was aware of it himself.

Before you could say anything else, you watched K run out of the bedroom and leave your apartment with a loud slam. 

“Wooooow,” you teased, crossing your arms and turning to face Fuma again. “I didn’t think you’d break so soon.”

So soon? Fuma scoffed silently. It’s been three years of agony trying not to cave.

“Fuma, I know you can hear me.” He was quickly shot out of his thoughts as he stared at you blankly. “I can see you, too.” His breath hitched in his throat as he thought he was successful in making sure only K would see him.

“W-what-” Fuma’s voice came out, almost sounding cracked and shattered. It wasn’t surprising since he didn’t speak out loud much; he was out of practice. You heard him talking to himself only a handful of times, which is how you learned his name. You never dared to interrupt as hearing his sweet, deep voice was a moment you wanted to cherish. “You really can see me? And my name…” You nodded. “For how long?”

“Since the very first day you showed up.”

The day after your parents died three years ago, you woke up to see Fuma in his pure glowing form watching you gently from the corner of your bedroom. If you weren’t so numb at the time, it would have freaked you out, but knowing he was there made you feel safe and less lonely. The one thing you didn’t understand, though, was why he stayed- even after you had healed. Through the three years, you noticed his colour change, so whatever the reason was, it couldn’t have been good for him.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, still processing his shock.

You laughed and shot back the same question. “Why didn’t you?” A smile tugged at his lips as you both stayed in silence for a few moments until you spoke again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why are you still here? I mean, I moved on last year and I’m doing well. I thought guardian angels only stayed for the time necessary, so why?” 

Fuma opened his mouth to respond, but quickly closed it. He knew exactly why he stayed, but the risk in telling you- what could happen after- sometimes felt far worse than the pain of keeping it inside. By now, you were standing directly in front of him, only inches left between your bodies. He averted his eyes away from yours as you dared to look deeper, attempting to pull the answer out of him. Your face fell into a soft, tender gaze.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you assured him, “but I don’t think anything you say would push me away. I like having you here.”

“It’s not pushing you away I’m worried about-” Fuma quickly threw his hand over his mouth, realizing the little bit he said just opened up a conversation he wasn’t ready to have.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked, confused.

“It’s nothing,”

“Fuma,” you asserted, frowning unconvinced. “Please don’t leave me in the dark like this.”

Fuma could feel himself starting to overheat, anxiety taking over his body. You noticed what was happening and placed a gentle arm on his shoulder in hopes it would calm him down. “Baby, talk to me.” You cooed, searching his eyes to see if he would be okay.

Baby. You called him baby, something he thought about continuously, and my god, it sounded so pretty falling from your sweet mouth. Just then, something in him switched. He gripped your hand on his shoulder, reaching his free hand to cup your chin. He grabbed it with a slight roughness, pulling you closer to him.

“I stayed because I fell in love,” he admitted, his breath fanning your lips. You swallowed hard. “I know what happens to angels who fall in love with humans but, fuck, I don’t care anymore.” He was almost touching you now. “I want to ravish you and have you begging on your knees for me. I want to make slow, passionate love to you. I want you in every way imaginable.” You watched as the white that was left of his wings slowly became gray, more of his colour fading- he was changing. “Will you allow me to have you, to touch you, to love you?” 

Your breaths fell shakily from your lips, you not daring to remove your gaze from his. You could feel all the sincerity he had been hiding oozing out of him- cathartic, honest, and real.

“Yes,” you replied, voice quiet but loud enough for him to hear, “please take all of me.”

Fuma kissed you softly at first, soon turning it more aggressive as your tongue melted into his mouth. He groaned loudly at your taste, so much so it was as if he had been waiting his whole life to do this. He felt the rush, the one he heard about from the stories. Even something as simple as a kiss felt a million times better with a human than another angel. He understood why it was so dangerous, because he could already sense he was going to be addicted to you- in fact, he already was. 

He gripped your hips and slowly pushed you towards the bed, your calves bumping into the mattress causing you to lose your balance and fall onto it. Fuma moved from your mouth to your cheek, chin, then neck, biting and teasing as he left his marks all over you. You shivered when he pressed his tongue against them. Fuma was dropped to your thighs now, gripping them harshly over the leggings you were wearing. He wished you were already half undressed like you were earlier, but you threw something on when K came over. Fuma cringed at the memory, shaking it from his head as he gripped harder, lowering his teeth to your waistband.

“You know,” he hummed, toying with it, “I hear you when you call my name.” He kissed your hipbone poking out from your pants. “Every,” bite, “time.”

“Good,” you sighed, elated, “that’s what I wanted.” Your hands were in his hair now, tugging at his dark strands.

“I tried to ignore it,” Fuma continued, slipping your leggings down to your ankles then off of you, “but I eventually figured out you intended for me to notice.” His hand hovered over your aching cunt, just millimeters away from touching it. You shifted with need, impatience brewing within you. “Isn’t that right?”

“I wanted to make you crazy over me.” You gasped as his fingers slipped below the lace of your panties, moving effortlessly against your core. “I knew you couldn’t be that oblivious.”

Fuma moaned as he felt your warmth envelope around his fingers, his dark gaze staying on your face as he watched you move with them. “I almost convinced myself I was.” 

Your back arched as he curled against your g-spot, wetness growing with every thrust. You were biting your lip and whining as he picked up the pace. 

“Fuck, you’re making me insane.” Fuma’s chest was heaving heavily, nearly in sync with the speed of your moans. “Fall apart for me like you always imagined.” You were getting closer now, just teetering the edge of release. “Say my name. Scream for me.”

And you did, “Fuma- fuck!” you cried, repeating his name over and over as you rode out your high on his fingers. Fuma pulled them out of you then shoved them into his mouth. He rolled his eyes back and groaned before releasing them and placing them into your own mouth. You sucked on them to taste yourself as he dropped his mouth to your cunt to lap up the rest of your cum. 

“Sweeter than I could have ever dreamed,” he praised, releasing your cunt with a suck and then a pop. He stood up, slipping his arm under your backside in the process to help move you towards the middle of the bed. He placed his lips on yours again as he lay you flat, hands running up and down your sides. He cupped your breasts as he sucked on your tongue, your legs subconsciously reaching up to wrap around his waist and pulling him closer. You opened your eyes for a moment to watch him, noticing the shriveled corners of his wings that had now become fully black. If you were a better person, you’d feel bad about it- that you were changing him. But instead, you felt more aroused that you were ruining him. You were pulling him into the darkness with you, and you didn’t care about anything else other than his love and his cock being inside of you. 

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Fuma gasped as he pulled away to remove the remainder of your clothes, taking in your fully naked body in front of him. “Are you sure you’re not an angel?” 

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him again. “Maybe I am.” You looked Fuma up and down for a moment, reaching for the feathers that covered his cock. While his chest was bare, his bottom half was covered in a way that reminded you of a centaur. 

“Impatient, are we?” He smirked, grabbing your wrist before you could reach him. You pouted, making your eyes big and begging. Fuma was losing it. “D-don’t look at me like that, fuck.”

“Please,” you begged, not taking your eyes off of him, “please fuck me, Fuma.”

He was falling apart from the way your honey voice rang through his ears. Oh, how it was the prettiest sound he ever fucking heard besides your moans. He so easily gave in, throwing his head back with a defeated groan before pushing his feathers to the side to reveal his cock, hard and ready for you. “You’ll be the death of me, I swear.”

He pushed into you, slowly, allowing himself to feel every bit of your walls and fill you completely. You let out an elongated moan, nails digging into his back. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he growled, feeling exhilarated by the sharpness of your fingers pricking his skin. He began to pick up the pace, not removing his gaze from your face. Seeing you so fucked out and becoming a mess on him only turned him on more. “Fucking sexiest thing I’ve every seen,” he grunted, placing one hand around your throat. “Look at you falling apart already.”

You were shaking beneath him, your body fucking him desperately as you ached for release again. Fuma watched as his cock sank into you every time you grinded on him. Seeing you so untamed over him made him the happiest man in existence, and he wanted more and more. He slowed down and fucked you passionately, allowing you to feel him hit every spot inside of you before speeding back up again. 

“Harder,” you gasped, grabbing onto his wrist to keep it tightly wound around your throat, “fuck me so hard you break me.”

Fuma cracked, his eyes suddenly going dark. He was lost in fiery passion now, the only thing he was focused on was plowing you into oblivion while you squirted all over his cock. He was growling with every thrust, your screams matching his like a sweet melody. He thrusted into you faster and faster, your cunt becoming wetter and messier with each flick of his hips.

“Fuck, baby,” Fuma whined, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he surrendered to your body. You were so soft and warm, he couldn’t hold on for much longer. “I’m- shit- about to-”

“Inside, Fuma, please!”

His eyes rolled back as he used every bit of energy he had left to reach his orgasm. He could feel you were about to cum, too. He pressed a thumb to your clit and started circling relentlessly as you both reached your highs together, each other’s names and the dirtiest profanity falling from your lips. 

Fuma wasn’t quite done with you yet. In the midst of his coming down from his climax, he managed to gather a bit more energy and continued to thrust into you, pushing his cum back inside of you as he continued to play with your swollen nub.

“F-fuck!” You were mewling, your juices and sweat mixing with his and making a mess all over each other's thighs and the sheets. “It’s so sensitive, I-”

“One more, baby. You can do it.”

Your voice cracked as you released a guttural groan and squirted all over him for a third time. Fuma bit his lip and let out a hum in approval, feeling ecstatic to see you so cock drunk and losing your mind over him.

“That’s it,” he smirked, removing his hands and dipping down to drink your release, “just like that.”

You sighed, your entire being filled with euphoria as you sank into the mattress with a smile. Fuma trailed kisses up your body until he reached your face, tucking your sweaty strands of hair behind your ears. You managed to see him through your hooded eyes, feeling pleasurably dazed and ready to fall asleep. He looked so beautiful, so happy.

“You did so good for me, baby.” He praised, pecking your cheek. He pulled your chest against his, running his arms up and down your spin to relax you. 

“Are you really staying?” You asked, nearly inaudible as you began to drift off. “You’re really not going back?”

Fuma chuckled and nodded. “It’s too late now even if I wanted to. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He closed his eyes. “You’re mine.”

[nichoskittycorner]

Lord have mercy, I will not be normal about this masterpiece

[nichoskittycorner]

&Team Back to Life mv... oh lord help me now. I have so many things to say- and K has the most inappropriate things on the list

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Im hearing this ALL the way out btw