Absolutely feel free to ask me for characters, fics, headcanons etc and Anon is totally fine xo
I write M/M F/M F/F etc.
Also I love feedback fr so do not hesitate to comment, like I'm writing nsfw so feel free to be feral in the comments. Equally if you think it's shit lmk! Don't be a dick about it ofc but criticism helps too x
Some of the fandoms I write for!
-Jujutsu Kaisen
-Baldur's Gate 3
-My Hero Academia
-Naruto
-Marvel / MCU
-Fire Force
-LOTR / Hobbit
-Kaiju No.8
-D.Gray-man
-House Of The Dragon
TBH there's so many more so feel free to ask, these are just my main ones, I'll try to add to the list as I watch more shit. I'm on AO3 under the same name in case you prefer reading on there, if I end up doing multi chapter fics they'll be on there.
Saw a thread that made me wonder what the jjk adults would think about caramelized onions so here, have this while I caramelize onions.
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Knows what they are and will either make them or help you make them;
Kento, Suguru, Uraume
Knows what they are and how long they take but doesn't have the patience;
Shiu, Hiromi, Kiyotaka, Shoko, Utahime
Knows what they are but not how long they take;
Sukuna, Takuma, Satoru, Masamichi
Thinks they're a fucked up caramel apple;
Toji, Choso, Atsuya
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Oh look, I'm still alive! I am so not kidding when I say I have about 30+ fics in varying states of written lmao I want to finish them all so bad but I'm a disaster so yall are getting memes instead sorry. When I get my adhd diagnosis and meds I am gonna be a machine fr, 8 months bby!
Forced femme Dazai? Forced femme Dazai!
Tell him he's a pretty girl, please?
Thanks to the @madaqueue for the brainworm of Dazai in a skirt with bows in his hair, I made it a must to draw him as such and therefore this is for you!
Happiest of Birthdays to you Quinn!!! Hope you like our pretty boy as much as I do heheh. As always, thankyou so so much for the all the wonderful fics and ideas you share and for being the absolute bestest. Love you so so much, hope you're day was great!!!
(I am VERY tempted to come back to this post wig grind and see if I can do a render with lighting etc lol!)
Hearing their orders in a coffee shop is the epitome of opposites attract. Suguru with his simple green tea and Satoru with some horrifyingly sweet frappe, piled high with cream and syrup.
Suguru has a cabinet in the kitchen dedicated to tea, various brands and blends. Satoru doesn't like any of them, finds them all bitter. Suguru often says he's just ruined his ability to taste with all the sugar he consumes.
Also I want to say Suguru is lactose intolerant and even if he wasn't he doesn't really like dairy that much, prefers soy or almond milk if he's going or use any. Satoru can and will drink plain milk.
Satoru can't even look at caffeine, it gives him headaches and makes him jittery. Suguru could knock back a double shot espresso and go straight to sleep, not that he drinks coffee.
Suguru has face wash, shampoo, conditioner, hair oil, face creams etc He has a weekly routine for his hair and either braids it or wears a bonnet to bed.
Also just before bed he always moisturizes and always puts on spf at the start of the day. On the other hand, Satoru has 3 in 1 and a hair brush that's so old half the bristles are missing and there's a mat of white hair in it. Suguru wants to strangle him bc Satoru always has perfect skin and hair anyway.
Satoru is extremely mindful of his oral hygiene though because of how much sugar he consumes. Suguru is very relieved by this.
They're versatile in bed, they both bottom and top, swapping roles depending on the mood. Or like that time Satoru bought a long, double ended dildo and they got to bottom together.
Following that point, Satoru loves toys, he thinks their fun and will buy all sorts of them, always keen to try new ones. Suguru is obviously not opposed to them but also doesn't really see the point in spending all that money on them when his bf is like, right there. However Suguru once bought Satoru a sex toy advent calender for Christmas and years later it's still his favourite gift much to Suguru's dismay.
Suguru is always the dom. He doesn't mind pretending, letting Satoru think he's in charge but when it comes down to it Suguru is one gentle command away from putting his snowy haired lover back in his place.
Xray wise, Satoru is LONG, like this guy is hitting 9 inches when he's hard. He's not super thick though, about 2.1in dia. Suguru is about 7in long but much thicker at 3in dia.
Suguru still hasn't gotten used to finding his own long black hairs everywhere. Satoru however is used to it and completely unbothered, having had pulled them out of his own ass crack while showering and spent the following week teasing a very indignant Suguru.
Satoru is very into pda, he will practically drape himself over Suguru, always trying to have some sort of contact with him. Suguru isn't against pda but isn't as forward about it as Satoru. He prefers to hold hands or wrap his arm around Satoru's waist. A subtle but very clear statement they're a couple.
Adding to that, Satoru often takes off, he gets excited and will rush forward. Because of this, Suguru has a habit of resting his hand on his lower back so when Satoru goes to dart off he can quickly grab a hold of him. Suguru has genuinely considered buying a leash backpack like parents get for their kids and probably would have if Shoko hadn't said it would look like a fetish thing.
Suguru has a 'girls night' with Shoko where they drink wine and bitch about work etc. Watch some romcom they can bad mouth and do face masks and nail painting together. Satoru is banned. He used to be invited, however, he proceeded to eat one of the face masks because it 'smelt like strawberry cake'. That was the closest Suguru had ever been to breaking up with him.
A/N: I think about these two alot tbh but here's just some of my hcs for them in an au where they got to be together and live happily ever after :3
I finally finished this piece đŠ I fkd around with lighting for the first time and I kinda like it? Like it adds something that's definitely missing but I also feel like I missed the mark đ anyway, art!
I don't make stuff often bc of health etc but when I do I post it on most of those. Also do nsfw and alot of lgbt+ stuff xo
A/n: I'm tempted to write this, I just imagine Choso so desperate and whiny in the cutest way ugh I love him xo
Choso tries to jerk off when he gets horny but he struggles to finish himself off. His body tenses, and he can't quite get his mind focused enough to keep moving his hand, his hips awkwardly jerking as he gasps and whimpers, desperate for relief. All he manages to do, though, is edge himself for the next 10 minutes before getting frustrated and overstimulated. He eventually wills himself to calm down, maybe using his blood manipulation to force himself down or goes for a cold shower. How many times does he go through this little desperate routine before he's knocking on your door, face red and breathing heavy as he begs you to help him. You're his best friend, who else would he go to? It doesn't hurt either that he thinks you're really really attractive, it is usually you he's thinking about when he tries to cum although he can't bring himself to tell you that.
Summary: Choso let's slip he's not tried something and you are more than willing to change that. Modern AU
Words: 1369
Warnings: NSFW, Oral
A/N: I've realized I write alot of oral lmao I'm afraid to read the previous ones in case they're all similar đ
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"Wait, you've never been given a blow job?!" You almost yelled, voice risen in surprise as you looked over at Choso, who was now the color of a ripe red tomato. He'd been watching you suck on a lollipop with a bit more enthusiasm than what would be considered decent, and it had his mind wandering. Enough so that he'd murmured how he wondered what that'd feel like and well, the conversation spiraled from there. "Well, n-no but, um.." his voice trailed off, unsure of what else to say, dark eyes flicking around your room as your amused ones trained solely on him. He's never felt so hot, skin prickling as sweat started to form at the nape of his neck. His eyes darted back to the study notes laid out on the desk, stuttering something about how you'd better get back to it, but it was fat too late now.
You'd always been curious about Choso, the quiet alt guy that seemed to ace his classes with ease. Most people referred to him as the emo boy or emo nerd and you couldn't deny they were pretty on point. He was just so cute, though. The couple times you'd spoken to him had him turning pink, and that was about when you'd really become interested. Thanks to your barely passing grade in English Literature, the professor had assigned the student with the highest grade to be your tutor. That's how you ended up on what was your 5th study session with Choso.
The smirk that pulled at your glossy lips had Choso's heart stuttering, swallowing the knot in his throat as he watched you. Leaning forward, one of your hands stretched forward to press pretty manicured nails against his chest where, as you flattened out your hand, you could feel his heart pounding against his ribs. "You nervous Cho?" And he shook his head, a stuttered 'no' being his reply. Now you moved closer, lollipop back in your mouth as your free hand pressed into the carpet between his thighs and you maneuvered to be on your knees.
Leaning in even further, the hand on his chest reached for the lollipop so you could offer it to him, rest the candy against his lower lip. He didn't even think before his lips parted, eyes so focused on your own as took the sweet into his mouth. With a saccharine smile you spoke in an almost whisper, "good boy." And gods Choso was sure he was about to pass out, or perhaps throw up, he really wasn't sure, but hearing you call him that certainly worsened the problem growing in his pants, a problem you were now looking at with, excitement?
Resting your weight on your heels you traced your hands up his inner thighs, pressing them down as they reach his groin making his black jeans even tighter. Choso couldn't help the shaky groan he let out, eyes wide as he watches you. "You want know what it feels like? I mean, I kinda owe you for all the help you've given me after all." He wasn't sure what to say, he didn't want you to do it as some sort of payment, it felt wrong but at the same time his head was fuzzy with arousal and quickly greying his morals. "Y-you don't, owe me. Don't have to-" "I know. I want to." You mused, smiling up at him, waiting for an answer. "Oh" it came out as a surprised whisper as he continued, "yeah... yeah I want to know how it feels."
Once again that look of excitement returned to your features and you made quick work of his belt, fingers working deftly as you popped the button open and dragged down his fly. You pressed a kiss to his jaw then neck as you press your hand against clothed cock, gently squeezing as you begin to stroke him. He groaned, low and raspy, head tilting back. It didn't take much for his cock to be painfully hard already, and as it throbbed under your palm you decided to be kind and moved to tug down his briefs, watching as it slapped against his lower stomach. Pearly precum sticking to his skin and creating a little bead at his tip.
Leaving one last kiss at his throat you move down, tucking your hair behind your ear before running your tongue over his tip. Collecting that bead on your tongue, a soft hum of approval at his salty taste. You run your tongue over your lips before wrapping them around his tip, sucking gently as you flicked your tongue over the head. Already Choso was a mess, chest rising and falling quickly as he tensed his thighs, eyes squeezed shut, afraid he'd cum too soon. "Fffuck that feels, feels good."
Pulling, you stretched yourself out so you were on your stomach before returning your attention to him. Thanks to the lollipop your mouth was dripping with saliva which you happily spread via hot, open mouthed kisses down the underside of his length. By the time you come back to his tip is practically dripping precum which you happily lick up before taking him into your mouth again. With one hand gripping his thigh to steady yourself, you wrap the other around his base before swallowing him down. He was big enough that as your lips reached your fist, his tip was hitting the back of your throat bringing tear to your eyes.
Choso whimpered at the way your throat constricted and your tongue laved at the underside of him. His own, much larger hands desperately searching for purchase, fingers digging into his thighs and the carpet. He moaned unabashedly as you began to bob your head, hand pumping him in sync. A mixture of saliva and precum dripped down over your hand as you continued making the glide of your hand even better. You moved your hand to cup at his balls, massaging them as your forced yourself as far as you could go, tears slipping down your cheeks as your throat spasms around him. Choso curses, hips jerking as he stutters something incoherent above you. One of his hands finds it's way to your hair, fingers curling amongst the strands.
Your movements slow, opting to focus on taking as much of him as possible down your throat, a feat it considering the thickness of his cock. As you press yourself down you whimper as you finally feel your nose flatten against his happy trail, swallowing around him as your tongue pushes back against the weight on it. Your hum of pride though seems to be final the thing that pushes him over the edge and he's throwing his head back, teeth clenched as he groans. The orgasm tears through him, his whole body seems to feel it as his mind goes blank, grip tightening in your hair as his muscles clench, serving to press you harshly against his pelvis as his hips subconsciously rut up. Your fingers dig into his thigh, you try to focus on breathing through your nose and relaxing, jaw starting to ache now as you do your best to swallow every single drop of cum he shoots down your throat.
Suddenly, Choso seems to come back to his senses and he lets go, cursing as he watches you with terrified eyes, "S-sorry! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!" He huffed out, chest rising and falling rapidly again, this time in panic as you sit and cough. Shaking your head, you try to offer a smile, clearing your likely now bruised throat before trying to ease his worry. "It's okay! Can't always control your reactions Cho, don't stress" You giggle, that familiar cheeky smile on your swollen, wet lips. You reach over, tugging the lollipop from his mouth, pursing your lips when you notice a small chunk had been bitten out of it before popping it back in your mouth and grinning, "well, now you know what it's like." Choso was still trying to catch his breath, face red as he looks away, hand coming up to cover his face in embarrassment as he murmurs, "feels good, really, really good."
Summary: When did Sukuna allow you into his heart? Just a little lovesick drabble
Words: 769
Warnings: None
A/N: There's no specified gender, pronouns, race etc.
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He's not sure when he allowed moments such as these to start with you. He's not sure he even allowed it to be fair. It's not like you had asked permission, just somehow found yourself there. When did you go from nodding politely before scurrying out of the bath house to gently cleaning him. When did he become content with you sat on the tile behind him, legs draped over his shoulders as you massaged his scalp. His large, bare form submerged to just above his hips. Every slow, deep breath creating soft ripples through the scented water, another thing he can't remember allowing and yet has become a part of his life. Soft humming emanated from behind him and he sighed, leaning his head back against your stomach, dampening the soft material of your clothes.
"Tsk My Lord you're getting my robes wet, and I can't clean your hair if it's pressed against me" you'd huffed, tugging lightly on the soft pink tufts under your hands. The curse below you grumbled and pressed his head further back against you making you roll your eyes. "My Lord please, at least let me rinse the soap out first."
"Fine, be quick about it." He huffed, sitting back up. When did he allow such a tiny thing to command him. He frowns at the thought as he feels you beginning to rinse his hair, gently as always, as if you were looking after a child or something delicate and not a monster. He grabbed at one of your legs, squeezing your calf as he thought on how easy it would be to snap, he'd only need the one hand really. He wasn't sure what bothered him more, the soft hum as you patted his head, declaring you were done, entirely unbothered by the grip he had on you, or the realization that he couldn't possibly bring himself to do it. When did he begin to care for you enough that the simple thought of hurting you made him nauseous.
You'd leant forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, chin resting atop his head as you practically cooed at him. "What's the matter My Lord? You seem annoyed." He could hear the pout you wore as well as the honest concern you seemed to hold for him. A low growl formed in his throat and he turned around, kneeling in the hot water as he glared up at you. The sudden movement had you sitting up and scooting back to give him space, briefly concerned you'd crowded him too much, echoed in your furrowed brows as you looked at your Lord.
"You, you annoy me. I could break you, eat you. I could do whatever I want with you and instead of you looking at me with fear you look at me like that, concerned and caring." His voice came out strained and angry and despite that, despite the four narrowed eyes on you, you smiled. Gentle and warm as you looked upon him before reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. "I cannot fear you My Lord, I care for you, respect you, love you. Should my death come at your hands I would die at peace. If my flesh sustained you I would be honoured and willing to give it to you. I fear only displeasing you My Lord."
Sukuna Ryomen has had many devoted servants in his life, none more than Uraume, until now perhaps. Perhaps your unwavering devotion and love for him is why he had such a soft spot for you, he doesn't remember being loved before. He liked it, the way it felt, the way you felt, which is why he grabbed your face with his hand, bringing you down to eye level and pressed his lips to yours. It was harsh and unpractised, you were sure your lips would bruise and yet you couldn't stop the smile from forming as you curled your fingers into his hair once again. When he pulled back, he looked stern but he seemed to soften slightly at the smile on your face.
He may be rough right now but you would teach him to be softer. You wouldn't ask because he wouldn't allow it, but in time he will find that his kisses aren't as harsh as this first one, they're softer, slower, loving. He'll glare at you, realise you've changed him like you did his bathing routine. That you smoothed his harsh edges like water on stone and he won't admit it, not ever but he's glad you have and he wouldn't change this for anything.
Summary: You're afraid of the dentist and your dutiful boyfriend finds a way to help
Words: 1387
Warnings: None! Just fluff, Nanami being the perfect sweetie he is
A/N: There's no specified gender, pronouns, race etc. The only thing specified is the fear of the dentist and how (I personally) feel about it, that's it! Just something super quick. I got inspired by @teddybeartoji (seriously go chek them out!! I love their fics) Toji dentist fic, made me think about how Nanami would look after you which I hope to remember next time I have to go to the dentist!
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âItâs still bothering you, isnât itâ came Kentoâs warm voice. Tinged with concern and almost perceptible disapproval. You, however, were nervously smiling up at him, acting as if you hadnât just been caught massaging your jaw, âno, no it stopped, donât worry.â Of course, you both new you were lying, something the two of you agreed to never do with one another and had stuck to over the course of your 2 year relationship. So it would be reasonable for Nanami to be annoyed, angry, betrayed feeling, anything like that. However, youâre seemingly infinitely patient boyfriend, held nothing but worry in his eyes as he peered down at you. Letting out a soft sigh, he sat down beside you on the couch of your shared home, hand coming up to cup your cheek, âYou need to go to the dentist my love, before it gets any worse.â The deep frown that settled across your lips as you shrunk away from his kind but determined gaze had Kento feeling bad, he knew you disliked the dentist, even he wasnât a fan, but he also knew you were in agony. It had been 2 weeks now, chewing food on the other side, making pained expressions and tentatively rubbing at your jaw when you thought he wasnât looking and worst of all was the way you had teared up as you brushed your teeth.
The nervous shake of your head as you spoke only made him frown more, âItâs fine, Ken, itâll sort itself out.â âLove, please, the pain isnât worth it to avoid the dentist, Iâll come with you if thatâd help at all?â He coaxed gently, the other hand reaching out and gently curling around your wrist to pull you into him. As his fingers settled against your pulse, he realised your heart was racing, and now he had a matching frown, âYouâre that afraid?â Tears were quick to flood your lash line as you ducked your head, a feeling of shame swirling in your gut as you whispered, âYeah.â Nanami wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he rested his chin atop your head with a soft sigh.
He held you for a little while, waiting until you relaxed completely into him before speaking again, âCan you tell me why? Perhaps I can find some solutions for you, to make it easier.â With a deep sigh of resignation you tugged his hand into your lap, playing with his fingers to as you began to explain, âI never really worry about the pain, itâs never that bad, but the sensation of everything and how loud it all is just makes me so sick and always gives me a headache. Plus you canât really move or anything, everything happens so fast and I never have a chance to prepare myself and even if you try to get them to stop they donât always, just saying to hold on a bit longer. Just all of that is so overwhelming and makes me panic. Feels like Iâm being tortured and canât even move to get away. I know itâs stupid, but the fear and panic once it starts is just so all-consuming.â As you spoke, Kento listened intently, free hand gently rubbing along your back.
âFirst of all, itâs not stupid. Secondly, I had no idea it felt that way for you, for me its just, uncomfortable, but for you it sounds awful love, Iâm so sorry.â He pressed a sot kiss to your temple, hoping to bring a bit more comfort. âI can come with you and we can ask about booking a longer appointment that way they can take their time. I can make sure they stop if you need a break and we can ask them to talk you through things so itâs not so fast. How does that sound?â Chewing nervously on your lip as you contemplated if that would actually help or not, eyes flickering up to meet his and relaxing a little again, âThat could help.â
Youâd spent the next hour talking about ways to make the whole thing easier on you, with the goal to make it tolerable more so than to fix it all. After that, Nanami had made an appointment for the following day and taking the day off work so that he could be with you the whole time as well as look after you afterwards. Despite all the preparation and talking, you were now sat in the dentist office, leg bouncing as you picked at your nails, mind reeling as the panicky feeling slowly climbed. Kento had signed you in and had just sat down beside you, hand coming to pry yours apart and interlock your fingers. âBreathe for me dear, deep breath in and hold, then out slowly, ready?â and he did as he asked of you, encouraging you to copy which you did. Between his calm hazel eyes and large warm hand encompassing yours, you felt that panic begin to subside, easing into a more manageable bubble of anxiety instead. That was until your name was called and it all came rushing back in an instant.
Nanami held your hand as you walked into the room, only letting go once youâd settled into the waiting dentists chair. He checked with the dentist before moving a chair over to sit by your feet, hand coming to rest on your ankle as a physical reminder he was there. The appointment took a long time, however every time you started to get jittery, Kentoâs hands were massaging along your ankles and calves, the occasional softly spoken âYouâre doing so well loveâ a reminder you werenât alone. A reminder you werenât trapped, that you could make it through. When you motioned for breaks the dentist listened after the first time where he had hesitated and was met with the clearing of Nanamiâs throat and cold, stern look. The image would stay with you forever of youâre doting boyfriend, staring down your dentist and you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips in response.
The second you were out of the chair, Nanami was pulling you in to his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, âYou did great, Iâm so proud of you love, I love you.â And if the dentist and assistant were looking at you both funny, neither of you cared enough to notice, no, instead you were tucking yourself into him with a muffled âthankyou, I love you so much Kento, thankyou.â You walked back out, hand in hand, to pay for the appointment before leaving and climbing into the car. âNow, as promised, lets get that drink you love so much. Weâll order your favorite for dinner rather than lunch seeing as youâll be numb for a little whileâ He mused, ruffling your hair as he pulled out of the clinic parking lot. âHey, Ken, thankyou, really. You didnât make me feel silly or childish, it sucked but it wasnât as bad as it usually is so, thankyou.â He smiled, eyes flickering over to you before taking your hand in his, entwining your fingers as he brought them up to kiss the back of your hand. âOf course, I love you, Iâll never treat your fears as silly or childish. Iâm just glad I helped even a little bit.â
The rest of the day was spent doing things you loved while Kento babied you. Curled up in Kentoâs arms on the couch with a comfort movie playing was a great way to spend your afternoon, it certainly helped the memory of the dentist fade quickly. So, as you curled up together in bed for the night, face peppered in kisses from Kento that had you giggling, you couldnât help but feel nothing but love. Love for Kento Nanami, a man who would drop everything to make you feel better, who never once would belittle your fears, who thought you were simply the most beautiful human being ever and truly felt happy just to be in your presence. The love held for one another truly shone in times like this, where he knew everything that made you happy and comfy and where you felt safe and stronger with him by your side, or in this case, your feet.
A/N: Sooo I had this little thought bc apparently I'm an awful person and enjoy making bittersweet shit but um enjoy :D also this isn't reviewed at all sorry!
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Ino doesn't even know Nanami has a sister until she's at the office, collecting his things after he passed.
She finds out Nanami left his watch to Ino so she gets his number and they meet up for coffee and she hands it over. They get to reminisce about Kento together.
They end up catching up again as a way to still be connected to Nanami. Every month or so. Then every other week, then weekly. Always messaging eachother and calling.
She's there for celebrating Ino becoming a Grade 1 sorcerer in place of her brother.
Ino becomes the person she calls instead of Kento.
They go out together for Nanami's birthday, go to his favorite bakery and have lunch at the beach.
On the anniversary of his death they go to his grave together, share stories of him.
Maybe it takes a couple years for them to realize their feelings, or maybe they realize quickly but worry about overstepping or how it may seem weird to get together because of Nanami's passing.
She realizes the void in her heart is still there for her brother but there's this new piece where Takuma has settled in, not a substitute for her brother, but a man she's fallen in love with.
Ino who realizes his desire to protect and care for her is no longer because she's Nanami's sister but because he loves her as an individual woman, a partner
When they finally admit their feelings and they're both so relieved the other feels the same.
They go to see Nanami together, telling him about their relationship.
They go for all of their milestones, when they move in together.
Ino goes to tell Nanami he's going to ask her to marry him, they come back together and excitedly tell him they're engaged.
They stop by before they leave for their honeymoon to tell him they've gotten married and are going to Malaysia for a couple weeks to see those beaches he always talked about.
They go together a few months later to excitedly tell Kento they're having a baby. They come back again after their son is born and introduce little baby Kento to his grandad.
They're so happy together.
Bittersweet that their love of Kento Nanami is what brought them together but know the man would be happy for them.
A/N: also I'm SO swamped atm and my stress levels are hiiiigh lmao so I've got a few fic ideas written down (they're all jjk omg I'm down bad) that'll get done once I can actually breathe again lmao and tbh if this is something ppl want a fic out of I'll definitely add it to my list ^^
Summary: Dabi needs to be loved and you're enthusiastic about doing just that.
Words: 1444
Warnings: NSFW, angst?, oral
A/N: Just, after the Dabi v Endeavor & Shoto episode I had a lot of feelings and like, fuck I just want to love him, he just needs to be loved. ANYWAY, basically headcanons that turned into a small fic which is under the cut x
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Dabi who stays clothed during sex, opting for the dark or dimly lit rooms to conceal his body from view
Dabi who doesn't often sleep with people so he prefers strangers and quickies in bar toilets or alley ways
Dabi who fucks as an outlet more than for his pleasure, a way to get some sort of release from the feelings that seem to consume him
Dabi who prefers sluts that are easy to pick up and walk away from after, not having to worry about their feelings or anything
Dabi who accidentally bumped in to you, kind and vibrant, walking sunshine that could light up the darkest room and didn't shy away from his scarred face, instead smiling warmly up at him
Dabi who does everything he can to make himself a part your life and it works
Dabi who now has this sweet thing that presses kisses to the lines of staples on his face, who refuses to turn the light off or let him stay clothed during sex
Dabi who now has you, on your knees, worshiping him with nothing short of love in your eyes
Dabi who feels the sting of his eyes trying to cry because how could something so beautiful, so sweet and pure, look at him like that
Dabi who doesn't think he could ever love or be loved, now finds himself head over heels for you and as he stared into your eyes he could see the same love reflected back for him
Kissing Dabi was always so hot, his lips dry but so hot to the touch, his breath searing in a way that took your breath and you loved it. Loves the way his fingers gripped your waist, fingers sinking into soft skin with enough force to bruise before loosening his grip. Dabi was always so rough and you loved it but lately he'd softened, been gentler, more intimate. Now he'd take his time with you, allowing you to look over his body instead of blocking your view by kissing you. With this new more relaxed side of him you'd decided to try something else, something you wanted to do knew he wouldn't allow previously.
That's how you ended up with Dabi leant against the wall, bare chested and with his trousers around his ankles. Your hands massaged up his thighs, thumbs pressing against his groin before tracing a hand up to grip his already hard cock. As your eyes flicked up you smiled, tongue darting out to wet your lips. Dabi was almost trembling under your gaze, his eyes wide and his lips twitching down, "don't, you don't have to do this y'know, I don't need". You cut him off, "I want to, I want you to know how much I want to. You need to know how much I want to so shut up and let me okay?" And who was he to stop you, to say no to you because god he'd burn the world for you. So how hard could it be to be bare for you and let you worship him? Very, the answer was very because every fiber of his being said to push you away, to stop you from looking at him but instead he pressed himself against the wall, palms flat as if trying to steady himself.
Finally you leant forward, tongue sliding over his tip making his eyes flutter shut as he sucked in a sharp breath. Curling your fingers around his base and squeezing slightly as you press wet, hot kisses along the underside of his shaft, glancing up to watch his face as you did. Dabi's breathing was ragged from both nerves and pleasure, hitching as you take him into your mouth, tongue pressing against his underside as you hollow your cheeks. You take him in slow, enjoying the feel of his thigh tensing under hand. By the time your lips meet your fist his tip is hitting the back of your throat and it takes a deep breath through your nose not to gag as you hold for a moment before backing off. You set a steady pace, on the slower side, intimate, hand now following your lips as he groans, it's low and throaty and turns you on but you remind yourself your pleasure can wait.
The hand on his thigh massages at his skin, up over his lower stomach which tenses and shifts with his breaths, moving higher to brush your fingers over his nipples pulling another sharp breath in from Dabi, his head tilting back against the wall. Circling your middle finger over the peak, humming around his cock as you felt the nipple harden under your touch and you rolled it between thumb and index. Dabi felt consuming heat swallowing him, the heat was nothing like his searing, painful flames, no, this heat was different. It was the sort of heat that only you could make him feel, a heat that was so sweet it was almost sickening as it seeped into the depths of his stomach, pooling and growing dense, tight.
The hand around his cock slid to cup his balls, squeezing them just right and he grunted, hand coming forward to press against the top of your head. His fingers curling to grip your hair just as you finally got his entire length into your mouth, tip now pressed down into your throat making tears rim your eyes and clump your lashes. The tuft of white hair felt surprisingly soft under your nose as you breathed in deeply, throat desperately swallowing him in an attempt to remove the intrusion. Your fingers left his nipple to press against his inner thigh, trying to steady yourself as you bobbed your head with a faster pace, occasionally stopping to lick over his tip and look up at him. The quivering muscle under hand was a good indication he was close and you sat back, âDabi?â all you got was a grunt, his eyes still squeezed shut and you pouted, âDabi, look at me, please?â your voice was pleading, pitching in to a whine at the end and he couldnât ignore it.
Swollen, glossy lips and bright, watery eyes are what looked back at him and it took everything not to shut his own again, hell the image would be burnt into his memory for life and if he wasnât so intent on paying attention to you he couldâve cum on the spot. âI want you to look at me when you cum, please, want to see you baby.â Youâd happily always been the submissive one so a request like that, one that felt almost like a command had him choking on his own breath but he nodded, afraid words would fail him. He squeezed the handful of your hair he had tighter and you smiled, delving back in with a moan. Your eyes didn't leave his face as you returned to the faster pace, hand massaging his balls still as you bobbed your head.
Suddenly his grip tightened, eyes widening and lips parting, he tugged harshly towards himself forcing you back down his cock as he moaned your name, broken and almost whiny, a sound you never imagined Dabi could make but wanted nothing more than to hear again. His almost unbearably hot cum hit your throat with force bringing more tears to your eyes, both hands planted on his thighs as your nails bit into his skin. His hips bucked against your mouth, grinding your nose against his pelvis as he panted through his orgasm, eyes lidded but still on yours. You stayed still, reminding yourself to breath slowly and deeply through your nose as you swallowed every drop of cum he pumped into you, tongue lapping against him gently as you waited. Dabi took a shaky breath, fingers loosening and letting you free although you waited a few beats before pulling away, softly licking over him as if it was an honor to consume what he gave and it proved too much for him, eyes finally closing again as he groaned, hand coming up to cover his face making you laugh lightly.
Pressing gentle kisses to his inner thigh, Dabi finally collected himself enough to look back down at you, smiling up at him warmly, âLove you Dabi.â He reached down to grab your face, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours, breaking it for a brief moment to whisper against your lips, âLove you too.â It might have been hard for him to let you have your way like this but by the end he was definitely going to let you have your way again.
Summary: A need to do something of use pushed her on the path of research, a path that lead to Ryomen Sukuna, a path that will haunt her forever.
Words: 2646
Warnings: This whole thing is a big TW. NSFW, non con, blood, power play (its Sukuna guys cmon), unprotected, creampie, degredation, breeding kink sort of, size kink sort of.
A/N: I shouldn't have to say this but I don't condone actual r*pe or anything of the sort. This is fanfiction. Emphasis on the fiction.
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Being such a low-grade sorcerer was not the best feeling in the world, looked down on by so many, pitied or hated it felt the same. If only you had been born like a regular human, you could hide away from the monsters of the world, you could live guilt free because of youâre complete and utter uselessness. Unfortunately, however you could see curses, which meant you had to try hard, you had help otherwise that guilt would eat you up. Between that looming guilt, youâre barely there technique and desire for you to at least be able to protect yourself is how you came to be a student at jujutsu high. You did come to learn however, your talents lay in academia. Studying and analyzing, putting together reasonable theories to help in combat against the curses and curse users. After the Shibuya incident you were more determined than ever to learn and with that your mind had set itself upon Yuji Itadori and the powerful curse that resided within him, Ryomen Sukuna.
It had been weeks now, following the boy around and studying him, asking him all sorts of questions then disappearing into as much of the literature you could find. To your surprise, Itadori had been rather enthusiastic about your assessment, hoping in your studying of him that you might find a way to rid him of the curse and spare him or at least give him total control so that Sukuna didnât harm anyone again. The curse in question had no intention of helping you though, chiming in on occasion purely out of his own amusement. Youâd even taken to questioning Choso in order to gleam more insight on how cursed objects affect a hostâs body. Although he wasnât entirely helpful either, more so from a lack of understanding his own nature than a desire to help.
It was the topic of the death paintings that you were currently chatting about to Itadori, sat across from one another on his bed, a notebook to your side and laptop resting atop your lap. âSo, we know very little as I said, but we can expect that they were created with their motherâs egg of course however when it comes to the paternal parentage itâs more of an, educated guess. See, it could be Noritoshiâs seed and the curseâs blood or cursed energy.â Taking a breath you continue with a slight exaggeration, âOr, it could be the other way around. The curseâs seed and Noritoshiâs blood. I donât think imbuing his cursed energy would have passed on the Kamo blood technique though but explaining all why seems unnecessary for now. Anyway, what Iâm getting at isâŚâ as you continued on Sukuna had formed a mouth on Itadoriâs cheek, remarking to the boy âWell, the little mouse is not so dull, imagine that. Prattles too much though.â Your cheeks burned red, eyes snapping up at the same time Itadoriâs hand clapped over his cheek, a grimace on his face as he apologised.
You should be used to it by now, Sukuna had, on quite a few occasions, added his own comment to your conversations and it was never kind. Usually something about your weakness, hence he often referred to you as âlittle mouseâ. It hurt at first and Sukuna seemed to enjoy that reaction, however now it mostly pissed you off and even though you tried to ignore him, his taunts seemed to burrow under your skin like some evil little parasite, poisoning your mind with hateful thoughts that had once been so foreign to you. âSâokay Yujiâ you reassured, shaking your head and flashing a somewhat strained smile. You couldnât blame him, he was nothing like Sukuna, so you were always quick to remind him of that. As you turned your eyes back to your notebook you hummed, a stray thought finding itâs way past your lips, âIf you fathered a child, I wonder if it would possess any of Sukunaâs techniques or biology.â Thinking out loud truly was a bad habit and you felt nerves creep over you the second you said it, apologizing immediately, worried it was an inappropriate topic or just plain insensitive considering his impending execution.
âWhat an interesting question mouse, perhaps you should experiment, be the next Noritoshi hm?â The snide remark sent chills down your spine and Itadori stood up, waving his hands nervously as he apologised again. âAh, perhaps thatâs enough of my chatter for the night, Iâll leave you be Yujiâ your voice had a waver to it, betraying your discomfort as you stood to collect your things. As you turned to leave, a hand clamped over your wrist and the sudden restraint had you jolting, notebook and laptop falling to the floor with a crash. As your eyes met Itadoriâs you felt that cold chill wash over you, that feeling when your entire body knows itâs in danger and your stomach seems to collapse into itself and leave a nauseating heaviness in your gut. The hairs on your body stood on end as the sight of Sukunaâs distinct markings made your brain scream in fear and as you began to pull your hand back you knew his comments about your weakness were accurate. He could squeeze his hand and snap your wrist like a twig and the energy that radiated off of him stole your breath away.
He was smirking as he pulled his hand to his chest, forcing you close to him as he spoke in low voice, âYou ask a lot of questions, itâs ⌠vexing.â His voice trailed into a something of a growl, his annoyance clear as he continued, âSo Iâll provide the experiment to answer one of your many questions, it has been a long time since Iâve indulged after all so I get something out of it too.â He really phrased it like he was about to do you a favor and in hopes of changing his mind, your brain and mouth finally started to work again and you teared up as you stuttered, âNo, no Sukuna it, it was a p-passing though, please, d-donât, I donât want this!â Your words began to roll together in the panic as you began tugging against his vice like grip. He remained unmoved, staring at you like you were a hissing kitten, amusement barely hiding the cruelty in his eyes.
âYou donât want this? Hm, I thought you were dedicated to your studies, a shame.â Sukuna tilted his head, hand releasing you as he crossed his arms, muscles flexing in a way that only cemented your fear further. âI took control for this little experiment and you donât want it? Ungrateful. Disrespectful.â With your arm free you stepped back, once, twice, then you turned to sprint and within an instant a hand had splayed out across your stomach, winding you with the force and as a scream tried to claw itself out of your throat another hand had clamped over your mouth. You felt your body being drawn back towards him and while Itadori himself wasnât an overly large guy, he wasnât like Aoi Todo in build or even Gojo in height, he still dwarfed you and his hand seemed to cover the entire lower half of your face, a couple fingers stretching down your neck.
The hand Sukuna had pressed to your stomach traced up to your neck, fingers curling over the neckline to form a fist around the fabric before yanking harshly, the buttons and fabric of your uniform giving away easily under the force he used. He pulled your bra down next, exposing your chest to the room as your tears ran freely down your cheeks now, collecting against his hand before spilling over and dripping down. A bored hum resonated from his chest as his free hand groped at your breasts, index and thumb capturing your nipple before pinching it harshly making your writhe against him as you tried to cry out only for the sound to muffle. Your hands tugged at his arm, trying to pull it off your chest as he chuckled. âIâd normally prefer to let you scream your little lungs out but, Iâm on limited time so letâs not risk being interrupted.â
Sukuna turned towards the bed as his hand released your nipple only to travel down to lift your skirt instead, snaking under your panties and fingers parting your lips and searching for your core. Your hands followed his arm, nails digging into his skin as you tried to stop, your choked pleas ignored as his middle finger pressed into you with a groan. âEven for such a little thing your tight, I wonder, is it fear or is my little mouse a virgin? Perhaps bothâ he chuckled as he pressed his palm against your pelvis, forcing your body further against him and the erection that was now clearly rubbing against your lower back. The hand over your mouth loosened, giving you space to breathe and you took the chance to beg the curse for mercy and he rolled his eyes as he scoffed, âYouâd be better off screaming, I have no intentions of stopping. I am curious though, is this fragile little body of your really untouched?â Sobbing, you nodded âPlease, Sukuna please, donât, donât, please donât.â âHow fitting, a virgin sacrifice, that should be an omen of success for this experimentâ Sukuna laughed, once again ignoring the pleas as his hand clamped back down on your mouth.
Forcing another finger into your tight heat had you squirming, pressing up on your toes in an attempt to get away but it only served to make the monster behind you groan into your ear. Deciding not to waste anymore time, Sukuna removed his fingers and instead used them to tear off the flimsy fabric that had been your underwear. âIâm gonna need both hands now, so no screaming yeah? Anyone that interrupts me will die and you donât want people dying on your behalf, do you?â Another sob seems to wrack itself through your body and your hands fell away from his arm, your will to fight fizzling out at the promise of death. âIâm going to need you to answer me mouse, I want to hear you say you wonât scream.â As he dropped his hand from your mouth you barely had the capacity to speak, choking out between sobs, âI wonât scream, I wonât, I promise.â Sukuna chuckled, content with your compliance, âThatâs a good little mouse.â
Now he pressed you forward and into the bed, forcing you onto your knees, ass up and face pressed into the mattress. He unbuttoned the fly of his trousers, pulling his cock out and rubbing the fat tip against your pussy. His touch might have been rough but your body had reacted how he wanted and you were slick enough it would be enjoyable for him. You dug your fingers into the duvet, wishing, praying youâd sink into it and disappear before he got any further but your thoughts got crushed as forced the angry red tip into you. Sukuna dug his own nails into your ass as he gripped himself and tried to get in further, âIf you donât relax, Iâm only going to be rougher.â He sounded irritated, like the burning stretch that had you crying harder now was simply an inconvenience to him. You tried though, you really did, squeezing your eyes shut and willing your body to relax to the intrusion but it had a mind of its own and seemed only to defy you, muscles clenching in an attempt to stop the curse from using you.
Sukuna clicked his tongue, âI warned youâ and he pulled your hips back harshly, forcing himself in. You know you promised not to, but you screamed, it was thankfully muffled by the duvet that you had pulled into your face but Sukuna brought a hand down on your hip, snapping at you to be quiet. It felt like you were being split in half, like he tore your tight cunt to fit himself in, a burning, stinging pain that radiated throughout your pelvis and down your thighs making you gasp for air. He moved more freely now, sliding in and out with a deep grunt of pleasure as the coppery smell of blood filled your nostrils making you gag and bury your face deeper into the bed. âHumans, youâre as fragile and weak as bugsâ He mused as he slammed your hips back against himself again. Even now he seemed bored, as if using your body like some fuck toy meant nothing to him. Maybe if your mind wasnât so shattered youâd have picked up on how his pleasure seemed to come from dominating you, tormenting you, ruining you.
He reached a hand forward, yanking your hair to the side, forcing your face into the light and displaying the swollen red mess that was your eyes. Cheeks streaked with tears and the outline of his handprint that had slowly begun to bloom into a bruise in some places. He grinned then, eyes taking in your look of despair as he fucked you into him at a brutal pace, hand returning to your hip and once again he sunk his nails into your flesh pulling a broken cry from your lips. It sounded hoarse, your throat sore from sobbing, from screaming into his hand then the bed. Sukuna knew he was running low on time, he could feel Itadori trying to claw back out and he focused on the blood now instead. Watched as it beaded up then slipped over the swell of your ass, some of the droplets making it as far as your thighs.
Finally Sukuna felt that coil tighten, pulling your body as close as he could, the head of his cock now hitting your cervix with bruising force that had you whimpering in pain despite the odd heat of pleasure that still managed to build in your own stomach. He rutted himself against your ass, blood smearing and staining his pants, the smell of it and sex filling the air and with a low, rumbling groan he spilled himself inside. Your heartbroken sobs only serving to fuel him, encouraging him to press as deep as your body could possibly allow and he stilled, breathing slow and deep, watching your tense body quiver. âHm, hereâs a question for you. If you do get pregnant, will Itadori be there for you and the child? Will he run, convince you to abort it, maybe heâll suggest you keep it? Heâll definitely blame himself either way. Stupid. Humans are so stupid. I look forward to it though. Breaking him is very enjoyable after all.â Sukuna pulled away, completely releasing you now, watching as the mix of blood and cum slowly dribbled out of your swollen cunt, the occasional drip falling onto the bed below.
Once you realised you were free you collapsed, legs pulling up to your chest as you trembled, waiting for the curse to disappear as bile burnt your throat as the sick reality of the situation settled over you. It felt like forever and yet it somehow it felt like it had all happened in the blink of an eye and you realised you felt dizzy, the room seemed to swim and shift before your eyes. Suddenly Itadoriâs voice rang out, a choked gasped followed by a loud thud as he stumbled back only to fall on his ass. Itadori didnât want to look, he really didnât want to see but his eyes seemed fixated on the trembling form on his bed and he knew, he knew all the apologies in the world, no matter how sincere, werenât going to fix this. A silence seemed to swallow the room now, disturbed only by Itadoriâs scattered breaths and your own shaky, whimpered ones.
Summary: When a question about bucket lists turns into acting out a fantasy, who are you to question how you got here?
Words: 2911
Warnings: NSFW obviously, unprotected
A/N: Free! has its claws in me again! and I just could not get this idea out of my head. Also wrote in a different style, it felt like it flowed more naturally than reader insert so we'll see how it goes x
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It was a month before the tournament season started again which is why you shouldnât have allowed yourself to be splayed out on your boyfriendâs bunk, scrolling absently through your phone. You probably should be training, no, you definitely should be training, but it felt like forever since youâd seen Rin and you missed him so, so very much. Although you had to admit that as much as you wish you were on the Samezuka swim team with him, it was probably for the best you were on the Iwatobi team as training with Rin all the time would be, distracting, to sat the least. Speaking of the maroonette, he still hadnât returned to his dorm and your patience was dwindling. In your mood of missing him youâd gotten yourself comfortable by swapping out your clothes for one of his sweatshirts which was just a bit too big for your smaller frame. You stood a few inches shorter than him and despite being a swimmer yourself, had a lither frame, although it worked in your favor as combined with your high endurance you had the perfect combination for 400m races. Â
The sound of talking as the door to the dorm swung open is what had you rolling onto your side, beaming as Rin and his roommate Sousuke walked in. Rin was quick to drop his gear the side as he saw you, damn near diving onto the bed as he draped himself over you with a tired groan, peppering your face with kisses making you laugh. Sousuke rolled his eyes, abandoning his own gear as he called a hello over to you, snorting when all he got in response was a muffled âheyâ and your hand waving above Rinâs shoulder.
Like most of your visits to the dorm, youâd ended up in Rinâs lap, his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting atop your head with Sousuke sat beside the two of you, laptop sat between as you watched a movie. You werenât overly interested in it but as the characters talked about dumb things they want to do for bucket lists you found yourself tipping your head to the side and wondering aloud. âHm, what would you have on your bucket list?â Rin pressed a kiss to your crown with a laugh, shrugging as he looked over at his friend, âDunno, swim the Olympics? Travel I guess.â Sousuke had an unsure expression on his features as he replied too, âProbably about the same.â The scoff you let out had them looking over at you in amusement.
âThatâs it? Nothing specific?â You motioned to the laptop as you continued, âI mean even those idiots have some interesting things on their list.â Sousuke frowned at that, eyeing the laptop with a wry expression and nervous laugh, âMost of theirs are sex based so define interesting.â Rin however was grinning, heâd dipped his head down, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he hummed, âOhh, are we asking about a naughty, fantasies bucket list hm? Bold.â His voice had lowered and reverberated through your mind making you warm, eyes flickering nervously to your friend who seemed to be rather tense now. Rin wasnât easily embarrassed by sex and while you were pretty happy to talk about things with him, you were sure Sousuke was quite different, hell, he usually blushes at sex scenes in movies.
âI didnât mean it like that Rin, sorry Sousukeâ youâd pouted but Rin was not about to let go of this and he chuckled. âAww, donât apologise to him, he doesnât mind. Plus, I bet he has some very, interesting, fantasies in that head of his.â Rin was always teasing, always and while his friend was used to it, he still found himself turning pink. âI know one of yours is a threesome hm? Iâd have to agree with that, although Iâm not sure if Iâm willing to share that perfect little a-â Heâd been cut off as you turned around in his lap and slapped a hand over his mouth, feeling his lips pull into a smirk before he ran his tongue along your palm and laughing as you pulled back. âYouâre shameless Yâknow thatâ you huffed at him and heâd been quick to kiss you before shrugging nonchalantly âSo what, itâs just us and Sousuke.â
Speaking of the young man who was still sat beside you, albeit rather awkwardly now, you turned to apologise to him again however your apology was quickly drowned out by Rin, âWhat about you man? Reckon youâd ever want to have a threesome?â His tone was leading and you realised where this was going. Itâs not like you hadnât thought about it, hell, you and Rin had even talked about it but to bring it up now, like this? You were sure your boyfriend was unhinged. Sousukeâs blue eyes had widened and turned to the two of you, he knew, he knew exactly what Rin was getting at and it had his breath hitching. He found himself shifting uncomfortably although instead of the previous awkwardness he felt, it was now the sudden tightness of his pants and the awareness that the room had gotten so much hotter than before and damn if he hadnât thought about it either. Well, he was somewhat indifferent to Rinâs participation but your pretty soft lips wrapped around him? Yeah, heâd thought about it.
The tension had gotten so thick your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, the lack of an answer worrying you and making you nervously pipe up, wanting to find a way to spare him, âSâokay Sousuke, you donât need to answer that, I think I might head off though.â To your surprise though he finally spoke, a somewhat choked out response, âwait, stayâŚI, yeah, I reckon Iâd want toâ He watched the owlish look overtake your features as you turned your attention back to him, those beautiful eyes so wide with surprise it only made his discomfort grow. Rin however was grinning, already growing hard beneath you and he pressed his lips to your pulse point before trailing them up to your ear as he spoke in a husky tone, âYâknow what to do bunny, give us a show.â
He was right, you did know what to do and you leant forward and crawled on all fours towards Sousuke who was so still you wondered if touching him would make him crumble. As your fingers came to brush over the now visible tent in his pants, he shuddered, and you smiled up at him, sitting back on your knees to slowly, teasingly, undo the button and slide down the zip of his pants. Pushing the fabric down you leant back towards him, lips brushing his jaw before descending down his covered chest, enjoying how his breathing seemed to shake under your attention. Finally, your lips pressed against his cock, even through the fabric of his underwear you could feel how hot he was. Eyes flitting back up to meet his, you tucked your fingers under the fabric before pulling down and freeing him, tucking the waist band down and under his heavy balls.
Unlike Rin who was trimmed, dick smooth and long with enough girth you get to enjoy the stretch without hurting, Sousuke was untouched and your eyes followed the couple of thick veins that seemed to snake along the top before wrapping underneath. While he wasnât quite as long as your boyfriend, he was much thicker and the saliva in your mouth seemed to suddenly coat every millimeter of space and you parted your lips, tongue sliding out to let the spit drip onto the tip of his cock. Leaning down you let your tongue trace the path the drop of saliva had run and Sousuke hissed, fingers curling into the bed as his eyes flicked to Rin, worried heâd suddenly pull you off or kick him out. Rin however was smirking, his own hand currently stroking himself through his shorts, free hand trailing along your leg and up your thigh, stopping at the hem of your shorts before trailing back down. Needless to say, all three of you were on board and enjoying this little, fantasy.
Sousukeâs eyes returned to you with a groan as your lips wrapped around him, youâd reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear before dropping your hand to his thigh to steady yourself as you began to bob your head, only taking about half of him at this point. âHe likes when you pull or touch his hair,â Rin had mused, his voice had taken on that low, sultry tone but even now there was his usual playfulness as he smiled over at his friend. Gently, Sousuke reached his hand up to your head, fingers running through the soft strands, pushing them out of your face before his hand settled atop your head, that alone had earned him a low hum that vibrated through him. Tipping his head back with a groan of his own, Sousuke now tugged lightly at your hair and this time was met with something between a whimper and a moan, your hips swaying slightly which seemed to make Rin laugh. âAw, heâs such a needy little thing, arenât ya bunny?â your muffled hum of a response only egging him on.
Rin had decided he no longer wanted to just watch and he moved to sit up onto his knees, pushing the sweatshirt you still wore up a bit, fingers moving to pinch your nipples before rolling them between thumb and index, enjoying all the little muffled sounds you made in response. He moved his hands down, grabbing both your shorts and briefs and yanking them down with ease, loving how you parted your legs without hesitation, giving him a perfect view of your pretty little puckered hole and the barely visible line that trailed down between your balls and along your shaft, disappearing entirely before the head which was already leaking pearly beads. âLook at that, heâs already so worked up just from sucking your dick Sousuke, what a little slutâ He laughed, hand coming down on your ass, making you jolt and Sousuke grunt.
Rin had hopped up, picking the laptop up as he headed over to the desk, leaving it behind but returning with a tube of lube, the sound of the cap popping open as the knelt back on the bed making you whine in anticipation. Sousuke massaged your scalp, watching as you seemed encouraged to take more of him now, he could feel your throat fighting you, clenching desperately around his cock, you only had an inch or two it seemed before youâd have taken all of him, but for now you pulled back for air again. Rin had coated his index and middle finger in lube now and was pressing one digit to your entrance, snickering at how you pressed your hips back against his finger, forcing it in. âTsk, so impatient, keep it up and Iâll skip my fingersâ he tutted, free hand pinching your hip making you squirm against him, your open-mouthed kisses on Sousukeâs shaft faltering as you groaned. âDonât need them Rin, please, just need youâ and your plea was met with amusement from both him, Rin shrugging as he pulled down his own shorts and briefs, letting them fall to his knees as he smeared the lube along his cock. âIf you say so bun, but donât complain to me later if youâre sore.â
Sousuke found himself tracing his fingers down your face, index finger lifting your chin to meet his eyes as his thumb traced over your lip. Without a thought you parted them, tongue lolling out then curling around it, a deep rumble of a groan escaping him and he leant forward, pressing his lips to yours. You tasted so sweet to him, but the hint of his own precum caught up to him and he pressed his tongue further into your mouth as if searching for just your own untainted flavor. The kiss lasted until his lungs burned for air and he pulled back, smiling as you leant forward, chasing after more. Rin however was just pressing the head of cock against your ass, watching as it stretched for him, allowing him in without too much resistance, and as your lips caught Sousukeâs Rins intrusion had you moaning into his mouth. You wriggled your hips as you adjusted yourself before bring your lips back down to Sousukeâs dick, tongue lapping at the precum before taking him fully into your mouth and swallowing him in again.
Rin pressed into you until he bottomed out, his bare thighs flush to yours as he leant forward, one hand holding your hip steady while the other traced up your spine and stopped at the back of your head. He pressed down, a groan of defiance that seemed to come instinctively from within you as he did, âCâmon bunny, you can take him, you were so close before.â Sousuke swallowed thickly, watching with wide, lust blown eyes as Rin pushed you down and despite the spasms of your throat, you made it. Nose pressed flush against Sousukeâs pelvis, buried in the thick tuft of hair that forced your senses to be drowned in his scent. Rinâs fingers gently rubbed against your scalp, adoring and prideful before he let go, listening to the choked gagging sound you made as you pulled yourself off, breathing deeply. âSuch a good boy for us, right Sousuke? Always so eager to pleaseâ Rin praised, pressing kisses to your shoulder before leaning back. He sounded proud, like you were a pet he trained and was showing off. Sousuke had nodded, a deep hum of agreement as he looked down at you. Both of Rinâs hands returned to your hips now but he stayed unmoving, waiting for you to continue too.
Returning your mouth to work, Rin then began to draw his hips back and forward, not slow, but not fast either, just enough to make your body rock. So, with every deep thrust into you, your mouth was forced down Sousukeâs shaft. One of your hands gripped the bed below to steady you while your other hand was now massaging his heavy balls, his deep grunts making your own cock twitch. His hand returned to your hair, switching between massaging your scalp and tugging your hair. The feeling of both your ass and throat filled like this was almost overwhelming, your brain was fuzzy and your stomach felt hot with your high encroaching on your body too and as Rin deepened your arch you felt the coil snap and you came, spilling onto the sheets below with a garbled cry and trembling legs. Â
Sousuke was next to find his euphoria, the vibrations of your moan sending him over the edge, his thighs tensing as he gripped your hair a bit too tightly. He tried to stutter out a warning, unsure if he should pull you down further or push you away, but the words were choked and replaced with a deep, loud groan that had him throwing his head back as his hips jerked. Your nose met his pelvis for the final time as he filled your throat and mouth, hot and thick it coated your tongue as you desperately swallowed it down. The saltiness was mild and made it easy to take but with him still shoved so far down your throat you were having a difficult time. As if realizing this Sousuke quickly released your head, a huffed out âsorryâ as you came up for air, swallowing whatever was left in your mouth before letting it hang ajar as you huffed and gasped through the dissipating ripples of your orgasm, prolonged only by Rinâs thrusts.
Rin picked up his pace now, not having to worry about how his harsh thrusts moved you. His nails bit in to your hips as he fucked into you roughly, the sound of his thighs and balls slapping against your own filled the air as he chased his own release. Heâd been so worked up from watching you and stroking himself that it hadnât taken much for him to come too and you could feel him shooting those hot ropes of cum deep inside of you. Your name moaned loudly as he rutted into you, his body pressing down, chest to back as his teeth threatened to break the skin on your shoulder. Sousuke realised this was the source of those hickies he often sees on you and he smirked, looking down to see you staring back up at him, fucked out and panting, lips swollen. He traced his thumb up your marionette line, collecting the cum and saliva that had spilled over and pressed it to your parted lips, watching as you licked it clean without hesitation and he had to breath deep as that alone would have been enough to make him hard again. He leant down, pressing a searing kiss to your lips before pulling back and using his index and thumb to pinch your chin before turning your face towards Rin who eagerly took the opportunity to kiss you in a way that had you wondering if you really needed oxygen. Your body seems to melt between Rin and Sousuke as you reach that plateau of blissful lethargy, you find yourself thinking of other bucket list fantasies you could cross off.
Summary: Tony's little sister has a crush on Lip and Lip has fallen for her even if she seems like a princess.
Words: 2400
Warnings: NSFW, Dry sex / Dry humping, alcohol, marijuana
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Y/n was Tony Markovich's little sister and she had the world's biggest crush on Phillip Gallagher. Lip hadn't always liked the girl, he found her too shy, always hiding in the background but the last few months, bumping into her as she leaves her brothers place to then hanging out together, he found himself falling for her. Walking sunshine would be his best description of her, followed closely by princess which she complains about although she secretly loves the nickname. Â
Lip was apprehensive to start anything with Tony's little sister, the man might like Fiona and by extension Lip and his family, but he was still a cop and he'd seen how scary he could be towards her boyfriend Kyle a few years back so it was no surprise she'd been single since. Y/n however was afraid Lip just wasn't into her and had been too afraid to say anything, her anxiety keeping her feelings just below the surface. It was hard though, watching him with Karen then even harder when they stopped seeing each other because now she could feasibly tell him how she feels but still the words would stick in her throat.
Tonight, she sat huddled under a picnic blanket, staring at the small crackling fire as people around the makeshift circle laughed and chatted. She glanced up when a beer bottle entered her line of sight and smiled up at Lip who was offering her the drink. "Thanks Lip, looks like it was a fight for the cooler tonight" she mused, eyeing the small group of guys that were stood around said cooler yelling at each other. "Ah, worth the fight I recon" Lip had laughed as he sat down beside her and as she tugged the blanket tighter around herself. Getting a glare from her in response, "It's not my fault I dressed for summer in summer, only for the temperature to drop like it's fall".
Lip pulled out a joint, lighting it up and taking a long drag of it, watching the smoke he blows back out dissipate into the air. Turning slightly, he offered it to y/n before remembering she doesn't smoke, "sorry, I always forget, you're a princess" he scoffed, lips curled into a playful smirk. He often made fun of her for it but never with the intention of forcing her into it and up until now she had never shown an interest either, never seemed bothered by the teasing. However, to his surprise he felt her fingers brush over his hand as she moved to take it from him causing Lip to raise a brow in surprise.
"Y'know I'm joking right? It's fine you don't smoke" Lip was quick to reassure her as he turned to face her properly. "Yeah, I know. You'd never make me do anything I didn't want to Lip. I want to try it, just been afraid of getting caught by Tony and he's working tonight, so" she shrugged, blue eyes flicking up to meet his. "Plus, I know I'm safe with you for my first-time smoking weed so, if the offer stands?" Lip nodded, that familiar warm feeling settling in his chest which he was quick to wave off as the weed even though he knew better. He handed the joint to her, explaining how to smoke it then watching as she followed his instructions.
Y/n only held it in her lungs for a few seconds before the dry burn of her lungs had her coughing. Lip reached over, rubbing her back as he laughed at her, a shit eating grin on his face. âCat got your lung?â Lip laughed again, only to get whacked in the chest by her hand causing him to cough. Y/n shot him daggers but her lips were quirked up, her features alight with amusement the way he loved and it made him smile and that warm feeling tighten.
It only took a few minutes for it to kick in, but when it did, y/n found herself entranced by the fire, the way it moved and the flames broke off and flicked up into the sky had her captivated. Lip however was captivated instead by her, the way her eyes watched the flames and reflected them and the little gasp when it made a particularly loud crackle. At one point y/n leant into Lipâs side, his arm moving to wrap around her while she spoke, âDoes it always feel this peaceful?â Lip shook his head, squeezing her lightly, âNot always, depends on the person and how often they smoke.â Y/n made a small sound in reply before smiling up at him. âI think this is the first time in my life I actually feel calm, like I can talk without everything catching in my throat, I like itâ her voice trailed off as her eyes returned to the fire.
She perked up as a new song came on, âOh! Oh Lip, I love this songâ she beamed, standing up and extending her hand to him, âdance with me?â Had it been anyone else he wouldâve said no but he couldnât, not to her and with that he placed his beer down and took her hand. Y/n wasnât a good dancer, but her awkwardness was rather endearing to Lip as they danced to a few songs, laughing freely as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. Lip smiled, wrapping his own arms around her waist and hugged her back before lifting her up and spinning her around. She giggled, holding on tighter until he set her back down. Y/n expected the anxiety to bubble up as she looked up at him but instead found only the uninhibited desire to kiss him. One hand still holding his shoulder, the other moved to his cheek as she leaned in to kiss him, catching Lip off guard entirely. It took a second for him to kiss back but once he did, he never wanted to stop. It was a simple kiss, but they could both feel more, so when she pulled back, he pouted causing her to laugh.
âWalk me home?â she asked, a small smile on her lips. Lip nodded, âyeah, âcourse.â He took her hand and they headed for Tonyâs house, although as they reached the foot path, the cool breeze had y/n shivering, curling into his arm. As much as he liked her being that close, he felt bad and quickly pulled away to shed his coat and wrap her in it, smiling when only her finger tips peeked through the sleeves. Taking her hand again, he was relieved when she leant back into him. As they reached the porch, she unlocked the door and stepped inside, smiling back at him, âcoming?â Lip was quick to take her outstretched hand and follow her in. They walked upstairs and she pushed open one of the doors, he looked around her bedroom before looking back at her. She was kicking off her shoes and hopping onto her bed so he followed suit, coming to sit beside her, back against the wall and feet hanging off the other side of her bed while she sat facing him, legs tucked to the side.
Her fingers brushed his hand, pulling his eyes to her, âcan I kiss you again?â Lip smiled, leaning forward and she was quick to meet him halfway. This time the kiss wasnât unexpected and Lip made sure to make it a good one. His hands sat either side of her face, fingers curling into her hair as his tongue traced her bottom lip and without hesitation she opened her mouth for him, giving him complete control as she leant into him. Her hands grasped at his shoulders and Lip moved a hand to her waist, pulling her closer until she was sat, straddling his lap. The kissing only got more heated from there, Lip ran his hand on her waist under her top, loving the way she leaned into his touch. His hand moved to her back, tracing up and down her spine before returning to her waist.
Lip broke the kiss causing y/n to whine before he pressed his lips to her neck, hands moving to shove his jacket off her shoulders. She easily shrugged it off, letting the heavy fabric hit the floor as she focused on the way his teeth nipped her neck making her gasp. âLipâ her voice came out so softly it was barely audible but their proximity meant he heard her and he smiled against her throat, âPrincess?â Her cheeks reddened at the teasing tone, her fingers carding through his hair, tugging at the short pieces at the back making him groan as he looked up to her. Both of his hands sat on her hips now and he gripped them tightly, pulling her forward, grinding her against the rough denim that wasnât doing much to conceal how hard he was in that moment. She surprised herself with the moan that escaped her throat, cheeks now a deep shade of red as she looked down at him.
âLip, IâŚâ her voice trailed off and Lip stopped, eyes lifting to meet hers, brows knitting together, âWe donât have to if you donât want toâ She shook her head, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before glancing down, âI want to, I really do but, you should know Iâm, well Iâm a virgin.â Lip felt bad, the way she whispered the word âvirginâ sounded like she was ashamed and his hand caught the side of her face, encouraging her to look at him, âItâs okay.â Now it was his turn for his voice to trail off as he sighed, âYouâre still high though, we canât⌠youâre first time should be sober.â
âOh, Iâm sorry, I shouldâve told you before I invited you up here, now weâre both, Iâm sorry Lip!â y/n rambled, immediately afraid sheâd ruined his night and was about to hop off when Lip grabbed her hip, shaking his head, âItâs okay, we can just, make-out if you want? Or not if you donât want to.â She shifted her weight back to the centre of his lap to kiss him however the friction had them both groaning. She was quick to apologise again and Lip was just as quick to reassure her it was okay, pressing his lips to hers in hopes of returning to the make-out session.
Lip kept his hands to her back and waist, his lips on hers or the hickey he had started earlier. Y/n however was still well aware of just how turned on they both were and decided to roll her hips against him. Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the desperation for some form of friction, either way, feeling Lip dig his fingers into her waist made her smile. It wasnât until she did it a second time with a bit more force that Lip realised it was no longer an accident, he glanced up at her with a brow raised and she bit her lip, âIs this okay?â Lip was sure he should say no and stop her, he should be decent and tell her to go to bed, but his decency seemed to stop at sex. Grinding on one another though? That was fair game. So instead, he found himself pushing his hips hard up into her, watching with a smirk as she gasped.
Things devolved into desperation after that, both tipsy and high, they wanted to feel good and their hot kisses full of tongue and teeth were only adding fuel to the fires burning in them. Lip was now gripping y/nâs hips tightly, using them as leverage to drag her over his now painfully hard cock, grunting as he pressed his lips to the crook of her neck. Y/n was no better, the previous slow rolling of her hips was now faster and getting uneven like her breathing, the small whimpers and moans only pushing Lip closer to his own climax. âFuck, princess, you sound so sweetâ Lip groaned against her ear, kissing her temple then her lips. She had avoided speaking, knowing sentences werenât going to be achievable right now but she stuttered nonetheless, âso close, Lip, soâ her voice cut off with a particularly harsh thrust from Lip. âLip, Lip please, Lip,â she whimpered, nails biting into his shoulders as she chanted his name. She came moments later, body tensing as she cried out his name while Lip kept her moving as until he came too, groaning against her chest.
Y/n began to come down from her high, head resting against his shoulder as she got her breathing back to normal. Lip held her tightly still, arms now wrapped around her waist and his head leant back against the window. They stayed like that for a while, both enjoying the euphoria and comfort within one another before finally y/n leant back, cheeks red as she looked at Lip. He was quick to kiss her before leaning back to meet her eyes, âyou okay?â She nodded, âyeah, Iâm okay. You?â Lip nodded, kissing her cheek softly. âItâs probably really silly but god I am so tired nowâ she whispered causing Lip to laugh. âNo, itâs not, itâs pretty normal. I should get home anyway; let you get to bedâ He smiled softly at her.
Nodding, y/n slipped herself off his lap, âYeah, plus if Tony comes home to us in bed together, I think heâd kill you.â Lip laughed nervously, hopping off the bed and grabbing his jacket, holding it in front of his crotch in hopes he could hide the dark patch theyâd both made. He leant across the bed, kissing her gently but with a depth that had her head spinning. âIâll see you tomorrow princessâ Lip smirked at her before heading out. Y/n sat on her bed wondering if she just imagined it all or if it was some crazy weed induced hallucination, however as her eyes flicked across the floor, she noticed Lipâs scarf on the floor and she went a grabbed it. With the scarf in hand, she curled up under her covers, bringing the scarf up to her nose and breathing in, smiling at the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer she knew it was real and found herself falling asleep to thought of seeing Lip again tomorrow.
Warnings: NSFW, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ppl).
A/N: Fuck JK Rowling and her terf bullshit.
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Working as a secretary at the ministry required a lot more personal stakes than you had expected. The many late nights trying to stay on top of the paperwork for the minister while also making sure he had everything he needed, that you'd weeded out anything he wouldn't be interested in and so much more. Today it required you to keep the company of the illustrious Lucius Malfoy, well, that's how the minister put it, although his tone was fairly sarcastic. However due to the Malfoy's being quite the donors, the Minister had to bite his tongue and he made it quite clear that Malfoy was to be very well looked after while at the ministry, "You're to meet him at the entrance and stay by his side until he leaves."
So there you stood, waiting by the large fountain, eyes searching the crowd for a head of white hair and 2 minutes before his expected arrival you had spotted the man coming out of the floo network. This wasn't your first time attending to this man and you doubted it would be the last, so as usual you straighten yourself and head towards him. "Good afternoon, Mr Malfoy." Your voice taking on the sweet edge, it was a tone youâd learnt to use to make clients feel special. It's no wonder you were a Slytherin really. "Ms y/l/n" his tone was the opposite of yours, cold and indifferent, you knew he could be commanding with a voice like that and you were sure he would be terrifying when angry, the thought of which had you squeezing your thighs together. With a small bow you motioned for him to continue ahead. "The minister is in a meeting and asked me to extend his apologies. He'll be available shortly, in the meantime, I'll take you up to his office." Malfoy exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes flickering to you, "After you then."
The walk to the office didn't take too long, but Lucius was smart in sending you ahead of him. He got to watch the way your mid-thigh length skirt would ride up a bit as you walked, the way it showed every movement of your ass and hips had his eyes glued to it. Only looking away when he noticed you begin to turn to look back at him. This was the 8th time you'd taken him through the ministry, but itâs well over the 100th time Lucius Malfoy found himself thinking of you on your knees before him. Something about the tight skirt, fitted blouse and glasses, your presumably long hair twisted into a low bun with a few strands of h/c hair framing your face perfectly.
Unbeknownst to him however, you chose the shorter skirts for the days you'd be escorting him. Chose to leave the highest buttons on your blouse undone and when you leaned forward to pour him some tea you chose to do it at an angle that gave him the perfect view of your cleavage. Your eyes flickered over to his, catching him looking but instead of embarrassment or anger like he expected, you couldn't help the smirk that pulled at your full lips. Lucius raised a brow, tilting his head slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he watches you turn away. "That's a dangerous game you're playing Ms y/l/n," he spoke with amusement, a dare to step over the line.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about Sir?" you played at innocence, seeing what he preferred, naivety or confidence. He clicked is tongue at you, a sound a teacher would make when you disappoint them, however he didnât seem overly disappointed as his eyes trailed your form. Before either of you could take the banter further the Minister stepped in, eyes dull and with an air of utter exhaustion. âCornelius,â Lucius spoke his name with a certain amount of contempt that only he could make sound enticing, the Minister however visibly tensed under the scrutiny of his grey eyes. âAh, Lucius, good to see you again.â It was a lie; they both knew it and you wondered if the pleasantry would have been dropped had you not been there. Fudge turned his eyes to you and gave a short nod, âWould mind giving us the room dear?â âOf course,â and with a small bow you moved to leave, eyes flickering over to meet Malfoyâs one more time, lips curling into a coquettish smile before you closed the door behind you.
They had been in there about half an hour, the office had a permanent silence spell cast over it so you unfortunately couldnât eavesdrop on them therefore opting to bide your time with sorting through a series of letters from the public. However, you found yourself perking up at the sound of the door opening. âMs ây/l/n, would you walk Mr Malfoy out please? Iâm going for lunchâ Fudge spoke, and you stood up, moving to stand by them, smiling up at them both, âAbsolutely Sir.â The Minister was quick to walk away and you found yourself looking back to Lucius. âI seem to have left my cane behind,â he mused, looking down at you expectantly. âIâll go get it for you Sir,â and you headed back into the office.
You had just picked up the cane when you heard the door close, glancing up you were surprised to see Lucius walking over to you, left hand extended. You placed the cane in his hand and he took the opportunity to grab your wrist with his right, pulling you close to him. You were left breathless, eyes wide as you stared up at him, heart racing as you waited for him to make his next move.
âYouâve been very, lascivious, with me, perhaps itâs time I take advantage of that, hm?â his lips curled up into something between a smirk and sneer. It was hard to tell if he was interested or simply making fun of you but you decided to take a chance and inched closer. Placing your free hand on his chest, tilting your head back as your eyes flicked between his and his lips, âPerhaps you should, Luciusâ your voice came out just barely above a whisper, breath fanning across his lips. The wizard had no more resolve to cling to and instead of trying he closed the already small gap and pressed his lips flush to yours.
The cane he had been holding was now discarded on the floor, left hand now cupping your jaw as he deepened the kiss. You were not one to submit easily, his tongue slid across your bottom lip and when you didnât obey, he squeezed your wrist tightly causing you to gasp. He pushed in, exploring your mouth with force, as if he were trying to memorise it as quickly as possible. When he finally broke away you were gasping for hair, his own chest heaving for oxygen.
His eyes flicked over to The Ministerâs desk, it was mostly bare, a quill and ink pot along side his name plaque. Deciding that was the best option he turned you around, hand still tightly holding your wrist as he pushed you against it, only letting go once he had you bent over the wooden surface. His hands now trailed down your sides, fingers digging into your hips as he pressed himself against you. He was already hard and the sentiment only made you wetter, thighs squeezing together in response.
âHow long does Cornelius take for lunchâ Lucius asked as one gloved hand slid under your skirt, slowly bunching the fabric up to your waist. âA-about an hourâ you stuttered out, breath hitching again as he dragged the knuckle of his index finger down your clothed cunt, humming as his attention shifted to the clock above the desk for a moment, âThen we havenât much time.â His fingers tracked back to the hem of your underwear, curling around the band before pulling them down, letting the lace fabric fall to your ankles. âI do wish I had the time devour you, but Iâll settle for ruining you instead.â
The sound you made in response was embarrassing, a whiny moan that only amused the man. You heard the sound of his belt being undone, followed closely by a zipper and you waited with bated breath for him to touch you again. This time when he did however it was the head of his cock that he ran through your folds, another whine causing him to chuckle. âSo desperate for me, how very pitiful of you. I wonder if youâd even beg for me to take you.â You didnât think before you spoke, a whimper followed by your voice pleading with him, âPlease, Lucius. Please ruin me, please.â The groan from behind you was a divine sound, even more so when it dropped lower as he sunk himself into you.
The satisfied moan you let out had him gripping your hips tighter, his foot kicking your legs further apart as he began to set a steady pace. Lucius filled you beautifully, enough of a stretch that you were whimpering but not too much to cause discomfort. Your hands curled around the edge of the desk, using the leverage to press back into him, making his thrusts hit harder. âLucius, gods, Lucius donât stopâ you have huffed out, both of you hitting a stride that was quickly tightening the coils in your lower bellies. He leant forward more, one hand reaching for your hair, entwining amongst the strands and tugging, the bun coming loose from the force.
With your head tilted back your mouth now hung open which made your moans come out louder. You were getting closer so you slipped on hand down, desperately circling your clit. Seeing you do this, Lucius moved the hand in your hair down to replace yours. His fingers were much larger and with the leather gloves he wore it was a smoother friction and it didnât take much for you to cry out his name, nails biting into the desk as you pressed your cheek to the table. The feeling of your walls clamping around him sent him over into his own high, the grip on your hip most definitely would leave bruises. He leant against you, chest pressed to your back and his lips finding your neck as you both breathed raggedly, the highs of your orgasms wearing off.
After a few minutes he pulled himself away, sliding out of you with a stifled grunt before tucking himself back into his pants. You were still bent over the desk, legs now pressed together as you debated whether they could hold you up. Suddenly you felt his hands at your ankles, gently pulling the underwear you had on back up. It was quiet between you as made yourself presentable. When you looked back over to him, he was stood by the chair, cane in hand as his eyes watched you closely. Deciding that the worse he could do would be to push you away, you stepped back over to him, gently resting your hands on his chest. To your relief he leant down, allowing you the chance to kiss him again, this time however you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, the strands feeling as soft as silk.
âI best be going, if Iâm still here when Cornelius returns thereâll be questionsâ Lucius spoke, his tone returning to neutral but not as cold as before. âShall I walk you out still?â âThat was your order, no?â Smiling gently up at him you did as you had promised and walked him back down to the floo network. He stopped, turning those stunning eyes back to you, âIâll make all my appointments just before The Ministers lunch from now on, it seems better suited for me, donât you think?â His lips quirked up into a smirk, and your cheeks dusted pink as you looked up at him, understanding the promise of more from him. âI can certainly make that work for you Sir.â With a short hum, he turned away and headed into line. You watched him leave before returning to your desk outside Corneliusâs office. The Minister returning only moments after you. âMalfoy didnât give you any trouble, did he?â Cornelius asked as he pulled open his office door. âNo Sir, no trouble at all.â
So, here me out, Modern AU Raphael working as a very successful loan shark. Most people that go in are just there for regular loans but some people? Oh some people go to him for his real contracts, the sort only a demon can offer and truly fulfil.
x reader wise I got 2 ideas. 1, meets a human at the coffee shop next door and for whatever reason he becomes obsessed with them bc we know this man would be obsessive. 2, a fallen angel finds themself in his office looking for revenge.
Idk, this cambion be giving me some brainrot and idk know what to do with it so expect more ramblings.
