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♔ | 𝐗𝐈𝐕

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This was too much.

After everything that's happened between the both of you, you were now expected to be completely alone with him?

You rested a hand over your heart, the speed at which it was beating making you even more nervous. But why should you be nervous? Didn't you want this? Isn't that why you kissed him in the first place?

Your internal issue seemed to grow larger and larger as your body unconsciously traced Ozo's steps, suddenly finding yourself in the doorway of the main room. Your eyes were instantly drawn to Ozo.

The sun filled the room with light, the bright glow shadowing Ozo's figure as he sat on the matted floor, casually leaning back on his arms with his eyes closed, basking in the sun's warmth. A white shine outlined his body, lighting his face aglow and burning his hair a deep auburn.

He looked ethereal. It was as if he didn't belong here, on this plain Earth.

"[Y/N]?" He called, casting his dark orbs over to you, half-lidded with a lazy, almost sleepy grin. He waved a hand over, beckoning you closer. "If you don't sit down soon, I'm gonna end up eating all the food before you get a bite!"

Snapping out of your daze, you nodded in response before seating yourself across from him, averting your face down towards the table. You couldn't look him in the eye.

"What were you planning on doing today?" Ozo asked after a few moments of silent chewing. You paused, chopsticks stuck between your pursed lips.

"I... I don't know," you answered truthfully. "I haven't actually thought about that yet."

"Oh? Then you can hang out with me!" He grinned widely.

"Are we going somewhere again?"

"Hmm..." he thought for a moment, cupping his chin and screwing his eyes shut (in a way that you most definitely did not find cute) before sighing heavily.

"We can't. There's nowhere for us to go today, everyone's busy," he began counting off his fingers. "Chorosuke's already out teaching for the day, Takashi said that he was busy reorganising his kitchen at the cafe, and Jyushimatsu is already off doing his own thing. I tried to find him this morning, but he was gone by then."

"I see... But what can we do here?" Was it really okay to do anything without Chorosuke's or Dayoko's permission? You didn't want to do anything that would make them angry.

"Plenty of things! Like..! ... Like..." he hung onto the word, leaning back onto his arms again. Each time he repeated himself, he sunk lower onto the floor until he was laying flat out on his back, humming to himself in deep thought once more.

You glanced down at the table, absentmindedly eyeing the assortment of breakfast foods spread out for you. Suddenly, your eyes lit up as a thought passed through your mind.

"Would Chorosuke mind if we borrowed his kitchen for a little while?" Ozo raised his head, barely able to see you over the low table. Heaving himself upwards, he replied:

"Probably not? Why do you ask?"

"Maybe we could do some baking? Cupcakes are really easy for me to make," you proposed, setting your utensils down. A small smile etched onto your face, your excitement to bake all too clear, and too adorable, for Ozo. He blinked at you, breaking out into a grin.

"Seeing as it's you, he won't mind at all!" He swiftly stood up from his seat, hurrying to you and pulling you up as well. "Let's get started, then!"

"Wait! The dishes—"

"They'll get picked up, don't worry about it!"

You didn't get to say much else as you were led down the corridor in a new direction, presumably towards the kitchen so you could make a start.

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The kitchen was huge, but you shouldn't have expected anything less at this point. Despite the house being mostly traditionally styled, the kitchen was more modern, with sleek table tops and the walls almost entirely covered in cupboards.

You ran a hand over the marble top, awing at how smooth and clean it was. You could almost see your reflection if you squinted.

"Nice, right?" Ozo whistled. "That idiot's just lucky his old man was loaded."

"This is really nice..." you muttered. With a small shake of your head, you focused on the task at hand. You listed off all the items and ingredients you would need, and set about to find everything in order to begin baking. Ozo sat idly on a tall wooden stool at first, seemingly bored as he watched you scurry back and forth, unable to find anything seeing as this wasn't your kitchen.

With a sigh, he heaved himself up off of his seat, removing his tie from his shirt and leaving it on the table as he came up behind you. You were busy rummaging through a cupboard above you, arms straining to reach the large pot of sugar just above your fingertips. You stilled as you felt his chest press into your back, his own arm snaking past your own to reach the pot for you.

"I can't believe you still haven't figured out where the fridge is yet," he chuckled, his voice unbelievably close to your ear, to the point where you could feel the vibrations of his laughter travel down your neck. You pushed away the shiver threatening to run down you spine, and you swallowed, glancing back at him.

"Is it meant to be obvious?" you hoped the tremor in your voice would go unnoticed, but judging by the way his smirk widened, it was clear he had heard you.

"So obvious." He moved away from you -- a part of you hating how quickly his warmth had left you -- and over to a large cabinet in the corner of the room. He grasped the handle, opening it to reveal one of the biggest refrigerators you had ever seen. It was full of fresh food and drinks, a flow of cold mist falling from the shelves. You couldn't see the back of the fridge.

"Whoa..." you gasped. You swiftly picked up a few eggs, milk, and some other items that caught your fancy before laying them out on the table. You looked back with a small glimmer of hope in your eyes towards Ozo, who was busy stealing a green beer can from the fridge. "Do you think you could tell me where all the utensils are, too?"

"Babe, I know this entire kitchen like the back of my hand," he winked, already cracking open the drink with one hand whilst the other knocked on a cabinet door behind him, the door automatically opening up to reveal stacks of bowls and other baking supplies, clean and shiny, ready for use.

You paused for a moment, your brain fighting over what it should react to first: the way he smoothly opened up that cabinet or how he so easily called you 'babe' ... You chose the former, not wanting to embarrass yourself.

"Thank you," you nodded gratefully. With everything you needed set out before you, you washed your hands before rolling up your sleeves, brushing your hair away from your face. Ozo tapped your bare shoulder, waving a baby pink apron in his hands. With a smile, you took it from him and placed it over your head, although you struggled to tie the strings behind your back.

"Here," Ozo laughed, gently moving your hands out of the way as he deftly tied the knot securely against your back. Your body was hypersensitive to his soft breaths wafting over the back of your neck and exposed shoulders. Your face felt so hot, and your hands were getting clammy.

"Hey," Ozo started. "If I help out, can I lick the bowl at the end of it?"

You stared at him incredulously before bursting out into a fit of giggles.

"You didn't have to ask for permission to do that!" you covered your mouth with your hand, attempting to smother your laughter.

"Wha- I didn't? Really?" Ozo responded, eyes shooting wide open in genuine surprise. "I've always had to ask my dad!"

"Do I look like your dad?" you chuckled. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you turned back to the ingredients. "Let's just get started, shall we?"

Ozo was clumsy at times, and messed around playfully during the whole weighing process, but he aided you a lot better than you initially thought he would. With his help, you managed to mix all the ingredients together easily until you got the right texture, soft and fluffy.

You turned away to grab a few cupcake cases, picking a stack of pale blue ones decorated in darker petals. Turning back, you gasped as a sudden splatter of flour hit your face. You coughed harshly whilst Ozo laughed with no shame nor regret.

Wiping the flour from your mouth with a splutter, you glared at him, the fire of a challenge in your eyes. Whilst he was still laughing away, you dug three fingers into the flour, scooping a fairly generous amount before you threw it at him, revelling in how his eyes widened in surprise and how he was knocked off balance, sending him crashing to the floor.

You struggled to convey any kind of empathy, your hands clasped to your sides as you gasped for air, your cheeks hurting and tears filling your eyes. You took a few deep breaths, still giggling as you spoke.

"A-Are you okay?" You held out a hand for him, trying to help him up off of the floor. The man sat up with a groan, wiping away the flour from his face with a free hand as the other reached out for yours, only to wrap his fingers tightly around your wrist, pulling you down with him. He easily placed you beneath him, his right leg settling between your own, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.

"Tut tut, [Y/N]," he grinned devilishly, "You're playing a dangerous game, here."

"H-Hey! You started it!" you squirmed underneath him, your arms twisting in an attempt to free themselves. You dared not to move your lower body, dangerously aware of what was there. "Get off me, you're heavy!"

"Not until you give in," he teased. He pinned your wrists under one large hand, the other reaching up for the flour bag, which he waved above your head. You jerked your arms suddenly, hoping to catch him off guard, but it only made him shuffle upwards, leaning his body weight against you.

Bad idea.

You bit your lip harshly as his knee brushed up against you, the pressure sending a pleasurable tingle up your spine. You held back a whine, eyes squeezing shut.

"O-Ozo, wait!" you whimpered, cheeks darkening considerably. He paused his movements. For a moment, he thought he had hurt you, and released his hold on your arms quickly, leaning back on his legs.

"Sorry, did I hurt--?"

He glanced down at his knee. He saw where it was. He looked back up towards your face, the slowly traced his eyes back down.

"...Oops."

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HEYY IM SORRY I DIDNT SEE THE CHARACTER OF YOUR CHOICE PART BUT I WOULD LOVE

53. Take off your shirt

34. Hugging while grabbing butt

With SUNAAAA❤️❤️

AHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE🥹💖

tw// butt grabbing. Ending of the post got a little suggestive, so this is your suggestive content tw

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Arguably, this is when Suna thinks you look best.

Dopey in your own love for him, gazing at him like he’d sewn the stars in the sky by hand for you. It’s been a long day, a day filled with arcade games and picnics and Polaroid pictures to mark it all; a day out of a shitty, yet craveable romance movie, a date you haven’t been able to have since he started playing for EJP.

But now that you’ve had a day all to yourselves, it’s a mystery how you two could go any length of time without each other.

Even now, clad in his shirt and sleep shorts, pinned between himself and the countertop, your paws can barely keep off each other, a desperate dance over skin and muscle to keep each other as close as possible. You sneak kisses with each other as if to do this in secret, a matter of teasing, and god as if you two weren’t obsessed with each other enough, this has you in a spell that keeps you both in a heat.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he mumbles into your skin, sponging kisses over the delicate muscles of your throat. “Don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I love it…”

“Ew,” you tease, caught up in your own affection to come up with any other cheeky response. You nudge your nose with his and cradle his jaw with your hands, the hands he wants to hold forever, and he turns his head slightly to press a kiss to your palm. “Really got you to fall in love with me, didn’t I?”

As if the feeling isn’t mutual.

“You’ve completely ruined me,” he lies, hands traveling down to the curve of your ass before gripping softly, pulling back when you giggle into his mouth.

“Sorry,” you titter. “Tickled.”

“I cannot stand you,” he snorts, but he does grab the meat of your ass firmer, smirking at the soft purr slipping past your lips. “That better?”

“Much,” you assure. The hand cradling his cheeks drags down his body to tug at the loose collar of the tank top he was wearing. He cocks a brow curiously, but makes no moves to still your hands.

“Take off your shirt,” you whisper, teeth sinking into your lip cheekily.

“You take off your shirt,” he says, rolling his eyes at your demand. “What do you think this is?”

“I want to see your stupid, hot, dumb abs.” You tug at the collar again, and prompt it with a gentle bite to his lips. “Besides- don’t you want to take off my shirt for me?”

He grins, grabbing your thighs and tossing you onto the counter, relishing in the squeak you give him.

“Why didn’t you start with that?” He teases, slipping of his tank top and tossing it carelessly on the kitchen floor.

“Love tearing clothes off of you.”

Dangerous Game

𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘦𝘨𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 16+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 & 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦)

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"Y/n—" His voice carried a sharp edge of annoyance as he forcefully guided her down to the sofa, cornering her against the cushions. His hands hovered dangerously close to her sides, effectively trapping her in place.

"Why do you seem more excited when we're talking about Lumiere?" His intense gaze bore into her, darkened by a palpable jealousy that simmered just below the surface.

"What? Aren't you and Lumiere the same person?" Y/n's eyes locked onto his, searching his face as she spoke. "Lumiere is just a name for your alter-ego, isn't it?"

"I mean… Yes, and no?" He responded; his voice thick with a complex mix of emotions. His breath became heavier as he leaned closer, the heat radiating between their bodies creating an almost tangible connection. His eyes never left hers, filled with an intensity that made her heart race.

As he leaned in further, stopping mere inches from her lips, he whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness, "So, which one of us do you like more?" The question was barely audible, yet it hung in the air with heavy significance.

She stared at him, a look of puzzlement crossing her face. Was he truly jealous of himself? She could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with hers, and decided to play along, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Lumiere?"

Xavier's expression darkened ominously at her response, the teasing lilt in her voice pushing him over the edge. With a swift, fluid motion, he pinned her against the sofa, his body pressing against hers with an undeniable force. His lips descended on hers in an intense, possessive kiss, claiming her with a fervor that left no room for misinterpretation.

His mouth moved feverishly against hers, his desperation and need pouring into every motion. His hands, warm and insistent, slipped beneath her shirt, their path deliberate as they traced the smooth expanse of her back. Each touch seemed to ignite a new fire within him, driving him to press closer, to feel every contour of her body against his.

"Mm!" Y/n’s surprised sound was muffled by his kiss, her initial shock quickly giving way to the overwhelming sensation of his desire. She could feel the hard planes of his well-toned body, each muscle tense with restraint, as he enveloped her smaller frame.

His kisses were searing, a blend of passion and possession, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fervent intensity. His fingers traveled along the curve of her waist, pulling her even closer, the weight of his body pressing her into the cushions and making her breathless. A heady sense of surrender washed over her, heightening every sensation.

Abruptly, he broke the kiss, his lips trailing along her jaw and down the column of her neck. Each kiss he left in his wake was more possessive than the last, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and filled with a primal, unwavering possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine.

In mere seconds, everything Xavier was doing made her feel weak and defenseless. The way his tongue explored her mouth, the relentless pull of her body against his—it all left her feeling both vulnerable and electrified.

Even as he broke the kiss, she stared at him in a daze, her mind swirling. An impulsive urge seized her, pushing her to provoke him further, to stoke the fire of his jealousy over his own alter ego.

"I might belong to Lumiere instead."

A low growl rumbled in Xavier's chest, his entire body tensing against hers. "You're playing a dangerous game, love," he warned, his voice a seductive blend of menace and desire. Leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear, he added, "Don't test me."

His fingers traced a tantalizing path down to her thighs, then slowly moved along her inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her. "One more word," he murmured, his tone dark and promising, "and I'll show you exactly who you belong to."

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴, 𝐼'𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑅18 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒~

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑~

Possessive Desires

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘉𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 (𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦) & 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.

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His fingers traced a tantalizing path down to her thighs, then slowly moved along her inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her. "One more word," he murmured, his tone dark and promising, "and I'll show you exactly who you belong to."

His statement enticed her, an undercurrent of danger making her heart race, yet she couldn't help but be drawn to it. She looked at him, her eyes glazed with desire, a sly smirk tugging at her lips as she decided to pull his last strings. "You're adorable, Lumi."

His jaw clenched at the use of that teasing nickname, his grip on her waist tightening possessively. Without warning, he lifted her effortlessly from the seat, his strong arms enveloping her in a firm embrace.

In one fluid motion, he spun her around and pressed her back against the wall, his body a solid barrier of strength and desire that trapped her in place.

"Oh, you have no idea the game you're playing, sweetheart," he purred, his voice a velvety mix of menace and lust. His eyes blazed with a hungry flame as his fingers tangled in her hair, securing her firmly as his mouth descended upon hers once more.

She squeaked as he pushed her against the wall, his body melding with hers, the pressure both exhilarating and overwhelming. Perhaps her teasing had gone too far, but it was too late to turn back now. His kiss was demanding and fervent, eliciting a soft groan from her lips, "mm.." The intensity of his desire left her breathless and completely at his mercy.

Xavier deepened the kiss, his tongue entwining with hers in a passionate, intoxicating dance. His body pressed even closer, the heat of his skin seeping into hers, creating an electric connection. His hand glided down her side, tracing the curve of her waist, over her hip, and down to her thigh.

He shifted slightly, lifting her leg just enough to press his hips snugly against her, the hard evidence of his desire unmistakable. His kiss was possessive, each stroke of his tongue a clear declaration of ownership.

"H-Hya—!" Her gasp was soft and breathless as he lifted her leg, exposing her to a more vulnerable position, especially since she was only wearing a skirt. The sensation was both thrilling and overwhelming, making her feel acutely aware of every point of contact between them.

As her gasp escaped her lips, he continued to devour her mouth, his body pinning her securely against the wall. The heat between them grew more intense, his kisses becoming harder and more demanding, filled with an insatiable hunger.

The hand gripping her waist trailed down to her legs, his fingers gently caressing her thigh, tracing small, tantalizing circles over her smooth skin. His thumb slipped under the edge of her skirt, brushing against the top of her thigh-high stocking, teasing her with each subtle movement.

"M-Nn.." She closed her eyes, struggling to maintain her composure as she felt his fingers at the edge of her skirt. The combination of his touch and his kisses sent shivers through her body, making it increasingly difficult to think clearly. The intensity of his desire, combined with the vulnerability of her position, left her breathless and yearning for more.

He smiled slightly at her struggle, the soft sounds escaping her lips only fueling his desire. His thumb brushed upward along her inner thigh, slipping under her skirt, his touch growing bolder and more insistent.

He broke the kiss, his mouth finding the delicate flesh of her throat. He trailed a path of hot, possessive kisses down the sensitive skin, his lips leaving a burning trail in their wake. His teeth nipped gently at her collarbone, a sharp contrast to the soothing caress of his tongue as it followed, erasing the sting.

"A-Aah..!" Y/n gasped, the sensation causing her to lift her chin slightly, subconsciously giving Xavier more access to her neck.

Taking full advantage of her responsive arch, his mouth continued its seductive path down her neck. His tongue lapped at her skin, savoring the taste, while his teeth grazed over the tender flesh. He found a particularly sensitive spot at the base of her throat and sucked on it, intent on marking her as his own.

His hand slid higher, fingers deftly slipping beneath her panties to explore her heat. "You're so soft, sweetheart," he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and his voice thick with undeniable desire.

His fingers traced along her intimate folds, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through her body. He found her most sensitive bud and pressed gently against it, earning a sharp gasp from her lips.

He continued his sensual assault, kissing a path down her chest. His teeth caught the neckline of her top, pulling it down to expose her generous cleavage to his hungry gaze. His body pushed further into hers, his growing excitement pressing firmly against her, making his desire abundantly clear. His kisses grew more fervent, each one a testament to his possessive need to claim every inch of her.

"H-Haa... M-Mn.." Y/n’s whimpers grew more frequent and urgent as Xavier continued his relentless actions, each touch and kiss pulling more helpless sounds from her.

He captured her mouth once more in a heated kiss, his lips bruising hers as he tasted every moan she made. His fingers continued their exploration of her heat, teasing and taunting her sensitive bud with gentle, torturous circles. He relished in the small, pleading noises she made, drinking them in like the finest ambrosia.

Shifting his stance slightly, the movement caused his hardness to press even closer, the friction nearly overwhelming him. His need for her was a roaring inferno, an all-consuming desire that demanded satisfaction.

He pushed her harder against the wall, his body melding into hers with an urgency that left no room for doubt. His fingers slipped down, slowly teasing her entrance, the tips brushing over her slick folds with deliberate care. Breaking the kiss, his breath hot and heavy against her lips, he murmured, "You're mine, alright?"

Before Y/n could respond, in one swift motion, he lifted both of her legs, hiking her thighs up to drape over his hips, opening her even more to his touch. His finger slipped inside her heat, and a low, primal groan escaped his throat at the sensation.

"A-Aah..!" Y/n arched her back immediately, the sudden intrusion making her feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable. She panted lightly, her gaze half-lidded, her expression a tantalizing mix of arousal and surrender that sent waves of heat coursing through Xavier.

His finger curled inside her, rubbing against her inner walls with practiced precision. "Y/n, you're soaked," he whispered huskily, his voice thick with ravenous desire and a hint of teasing satisfaction.

His touch grew bolder with every response he elicited, his fingers moving with increasing confidence and intent. He added another finger, carefully stretching her, his movements designed to bring her to the peak of pleasure.

His mouth found her neck again, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin, leaving possessive marks in their wake. His kisses trailed down to her collarbone, each one more fervent than the last, as he claimed every inch of her with insatiable need.

"Mmhhm-! Aa-aah..~!" Y/n's moans grew louder, each sound a testament to the intense pleasure Xavier was eliciting from her. She was losing her composure completely, her body tightening around his fingers as her pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

Encouraged by her moans, Xavier continued his ministrations, moving his fingers deeper and faster within her. His thumb found her sensitive bud again, rubbing it with precise, rhythmic circles. He wanted to see her come undone, wanted to be the one to drive her over the edge.

His words became more heated, his voice thick with desire. "Let go for me, sweetheart."

"A-Aahh! X-Xavier..— Haa-..~!" Y/n moaned out, her voice trembling as she felt herself nearing the edge, her mind going blank with each thrust of his fingers.

Hearing his name spill from her lips like a reverent prayer drove him further. He moved his fingers faster and deeper, relentlessly seeking to draw out her climax, while his thumb maintained its rhythm on her sensitive bud.

He nipped at her earlobe, then whispered against her ear, his breath warm and laden with desire. "That's right. Say my name again." His voice carried a dominating edge that sent shivers down her spine.

Her world narrowed to the sensation of his fingers deep and curling inside her, making her back arch even more. She was drunk with pleasure, feeling herself teetering on the brink. "X-Xavier..—"

A shiver ran down his spine at the sound of his name on her lips, breathless and full of need. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the flesh, before whispering against her skin. "I need to hear you scream my name when you come."

His fingers twisted suddenly, increasing in speed and pressure. His sole focus was on her pleasure, her release. He wanted nothing more than to be the one to send her over the edge.

Y/n's breath hitched as she felt the intensity of his movements. Her body tightened, and with a final, desperate cry of "X-Xavier!" she shattered, her climax ripping through her with an intensity that left her trembling. Xavier held her through it, his fingers gentle now, coaxing every last wave of pleasure from her.

He watched her with a fierce, possessive satisfaction, knowing he had claimed her completely at that moment.

Her release hit like a tidal wave, drowning her in an ocean of bliss. Her body shuddered uncontrollably against his, her head tilting back as she rode the relentless waves of pleasure. Her cries grew louder, his name spilling from her lips in an unrestrained moan. Xavier's fingers didn't stop; although his thrusts slowed and grew gentler, they prolonged her climax, dragging it out until she was left trembling and gasping for him.

He finally withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste her essence. His breath was quick and deep, but a satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took in her spent form.

His eyes fixated on her flushed face, her half-lidded expression making her look even more delectable. Shifting his grip, he supported her limp body against him, before leaning in to capture her panting lips in a gentle, lingering kiss.

She tasted divine, an intoxicating blend of sweetness and desire. Y/n panted heavily, her body sagging into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder as she struggled to regulate her irregular breathing.

He held her tightly, his fingers tenderly caressing her flushed cheek. The heat radiating from her body matched his own, creating a shared warmth that enveloped them both. His lips pressed gently to her temple, and he murmured softly against her skin, "You're incredibly beautiful. Just... breathtakingly so."

His thumb traced the faint mark he'd left on her neck, a small love bite that filled him with possessive satisfaction. The sight of the mark on her skin was a silent declaration of his claim, and it stirred a deep sense of pride within him.

As her breathing gradually evened out, he continued to hold her close, offering her a moment to come back to reality. Then, with a smirk, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Are you gonna apologize for your little teasing game, sweetheart? Or are you gonna keep testing me?"

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠! 𝑀𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑; 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡!

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞: 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞

It’s finally finished! The first chapter, this took me a little while but I think it turned out pretty good. This story will possible have another chapter in the near future. No use of Reader/yn. I don’t know the exact word count. -BB

SWEET GIRL

Ashaf x F! Reader (1/?)

Ashaf= Blue

Guideau = Green

Reader = Pink

18+, minors DNI

(Suggestive content, cursing, eventual smut?)

All Ashaf wants to do is go home to the one who holds his heart, the one who makes living and even breathing that much more tolerable. These missions are taking a toll on not just Ashaf but also Guideau no matter how much they denied their injuries that get little to no time to heal.

Ashaf was-to put it simply as exhausted, Guideau and him were dealing with countless witch after witch searching for Angela, the witch who placed the curse upon Guideau. Tensions are high, were both in pain and were not any closer to finding Angela,he thought.

“We have another letter from The Order Guideau.” Ashaf asked. “If it isn’t a black envelope for a witch I don’t give a shit about the damn letter” Guideau barked out. The envelope was a purple color, one that neither of them have ever seen before. The letter read that due to the tremendous help Ashaf and Guideau have provided with the magical fiascos the magical attacks are now at an all time low and it will be some time before they have more intel on when or where the next witches will be. This is perfect, I have some down time that I can use wisely

“Well? What does the shitty letter say” Guideau questioned. “They’re giving us off time, we’ve dealt with all of the Magical affairs they had on hand” Ashaf explained while handing the letter to Guideau.

Ashaf brought his hand to the cuff of his shirt and pulled his locket chain from underneath his shirt. Inside is rather scandalous a picture of his sweet girl, Reader. Her lying naked underneath him lightly coated in his spend from the activities from that night. His face a bright red as he recalled the precious sounds he coaxed out of you, the delicious way you called out his name, the way you- “ASHAF!!” Guideau called out to him breaking him from his erotic daze. “a-ah Yes, Guideau?” He attempted to bounce back from his previous memories. “I’m leaving. I’m going to find something to do while we wait for everyone to do their damn job” Guideau said while stomping away. “Okay, stay safe” Ashaf said.

Now time to make a well deserved visit to someone I’ve been so shamelessly deprived of my sweet, sweet girl. Ashaf thought. “There are quite a handful of of Order agents around so she should be-“ Ashaf was cut off by a pair of hands covering his eyes, he knew it was you and your playful nature brought a smile to his face.

“Guess who?” You questioned, a giggle leaving you. “Hmmm let’s see, is it Phanora?” Ashaf asked. “Nooooo try again~.” You said in a singsong tone. “Is it Guideau?” Ashaf guessed. “Nope wrong again” you laughed out. As much as Ashaf loved your games he was getting a little ansty so he removed your hands and dragged you to the nearest alley way from prying eyes. “Ashaf you’ve gotten a little bold” you voiced bashfully. You looked ravishing, the slight pink tone that grazed your cheeks, the way you avoided his intense lustful gaze, Ashaf knew it was a facade hiding the little minx that you are.

Ashaf has you pinned against the wall, his head buried in your neck as he kissed and licked you leaving the skin more sensitive than before. His hands planted firmly against your waist. “I missed you greatly my dear.” He said as inhaled your perfume, he can feel himself losing his composure. “Show me” you whispered. Ashaf smiled and asked teasingly “What was that dear?” “Show me how much you missed me Ashaf, I need to know if you feel the same.” Ashaf took a step back and looked at his work on your neck before locking eyes with you. You can see his lust clouded eyes. It’s been so long since you had him to yourself and you plan to make the most of it. “You know exactly how to get me going angel in the best ways” Ashaf grabbed you hand and placed it on his now visible bulge. “I have room booked on top floor of The Manor Hotel I’ll be waiting for your arrival.” He said as left the alley leaving you stunned at his newfound bold behavior.

Sweet girl (2/?)

(The witch and the beast) After a lot of rinse a repeat I think I’m kind of happy with this chapter, it’s not very long but yall can definitely see what’s finna happen in the next chapter 🫣🤭, I don’t know the word count and I haven’t gone through and double checked for typos because I just wrote this all in one sitting and I didn’t want to lose my flow , plus I wanted to update sooner rather than later but anyways here yall go , let me know what you guys think, any feedback is good feedback .

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Ashaf x F! Reader

Ashaf = blue

Reader= pink

CW: Suggestive content , use of Y/N (only once), alcohol consumption.

“I have a room booked on the top floor of The Manor hotel I’ll be waiting for your arrival” Those words rang in my ear as I watch his figure approach the building. He stopped and looked back at me. “ I do hope you make haste with meeting me I’m very anxious to get you alone”

Excitement rushed through my body. Ashaf and I don’t have a label for what we are and with both of our insanely busy and dangerous schedules there’s no telling when the next time we’ll see one another again.

I finally gather myself and leave the alley, I should hurr- “here you go ma’am” a delivery driver said to me holding out a letter. “ What is this, I’m kind of in a hurry” I asked in a huff. “Don’t know I’m just here to pick you up and give you the letter” he said as he opened the door waiting for me to enter.

I roll my eyes as I open the letter, it’s a letter from the order wanting me to come in and give a formal report of my most recent mission. I sigh and look at the hotel then back at the driver before entering the car, ‘I hope Ashaf will understand’ I thought to myself

The car slowed and stopped at a high end restaurant. I look at my watch checking the time, it’s 2:45pm currently, before exit the car and walk inside, a waitress comes to me and leads me to the V.I.P room. I enter the room and I’m met with the every higher up. I let out a deep sigh hoping it won’t take too long.

“Y/N!! So glad you could make it” The president of the order greeted me excitedly. It looks like he’s had too much to drink already. “Good afternoon Mr.President, I’m glad I am able to meet you on such short notice.” I greet everyone else and the meeting finally starts, ‘this is gonna take longer than expected’ I think to myself as the president orders more alcohol and food.

I bid my goodbyes to my seniors and send them off. “It’s finally over” I huff out, I look down at my watch once more, it’s 6pm. “ITS BEEN FOUR HOURS?!?” I exclaim. I wave a cab down and try to get back to The Manor Hotel as fast as possible.

I rush into the building and head straight for the receptionist desk and get the spare key for Ashaf’s room.

As I stand in the elevator watching the numbers slowly rise I find my self more and more nervous as the seconds tick by. I find his room and bring myself to knock but not before the door swings open and I’m snatched inside, the door slamming shut and locking behind me.

It’s dark and quiet. “Ashaf?” I call out waiting for a response. I shuffle around searching for a light switch. “Ashaf where are you, I can’t se-“ I’m cut off by the lights coming on and Ashaf is sitting on the bed. “ I remember telling you that it’s imperative you’d be here in decent amount of time, that was four almost five hours ago, correct?”

I exhale the breathe I didn’t know I was holding and go to explain but Ashaf stands and clears the space between us in a matter of seconds, backing me into the wall, his hand comes up to caress my lips before he touches his lips with mine. It’s a feral , intense kiss. He pulls away “I’m afraid I can’t let your tardiness go unpunished” he says as he begins to remove his belt and pants before sitting in a chair palming his rather large bulge. “Come help me out , my sweet girl”.

Me when the porn game has porn

You know how people sometimes wear sweatpants with their last name written across the butt?

Imagine Gojo's reaction to seeing you wear them.

Like, the man loves them, because now he has an excuse to stare at your ass.

You: Eyes up perv.

Him: But I'm just reading what your pants say!

You: For five minutes?

Him: What can I say, I'm a slow reader

You: *face palms*

And if you get a pair with his last name on them as a prank because you know how much he loves it when you wear the pair you already have, well damn.

If you thought he was a horny mf before, you should see him now. The sight of his last name, written across your ass, proclaiming to all that you're his scratches some feral protective itch in him that he didn't even know he had.

And so what if it makes him unbelievably hard? It's your fault. You were trying to prank him.

All you got out of this was a new kink discovered, leading to him gifting you with a variety of pieces of clothing with "GOJO" written on it in bold letters.

Well, that, and a boyfriend that was determined to marry you, so the two you could talk about tattooing Gojo onto your body somewhere.

Imagine your breath getting hitched as NIKOLAI moves his lips from your mouth down to your inner thigh, making you shiver under his touch. Oh He loves how you're this vulnerable under him, so needy for him and his fat cock; how you want him to bend you on his lap and place his drown out thin fingers on your entrance, making you mewl and beg him to touch you more. More, more, more.

He smiles when he spots your desperate eyes on him, pleading him to go further; maybe he'd have teased you a little if you weren't this adorable for him.

"Kolya?" "Mhm? What is it, Dove?" Your cheeks heat up not from embarrassment, but from how his fingers are trailing around your swollen clit.

"We- we're out of condoms and I'm not on the pill..."

A small frown appears on his lips, thinking about how he has to hold himself from making a mess out of his precious angel, but his pout fades away when suddenly an interesting idea hits him.

"No worries Dove, Don't tell me that you forgot who you're dating?"

He rises a bit as he rips his clothes off, revealing his smooth skin that has a few faded scars on it, making you want to kiss the pain away. Not attempting to break eye contact, he slowly reaches for his cloak that is placed on the other side of the bed, taking his hand into it, only to pull out a golden familiar packet that makes you levitate your eyebrows out of surprise.

Well, it's Nikolai after all; he can't get his way without putting on a show, can he?

He smirks, that familiar smirk that you practically live for, and rips the corner of the packet with his teeth, making room for his fingers to be able to get inside, spitting the material out on the floor;

And then theres you, thinking that's totally unnecessary because you already came only by witnessing that one move♡

Oh no

Cross - AU Sexyman 2023

Expect a short animation of this.

!!SUGGESTIVE AND ITS NOT A JOKE!!

*drops it and runs away crying* IM ACTUALLY SO SORRY --

IM FELLING FERAL DONT COME FOR ME

Being called out 😭

I'mma be honest...I just really wanted to draw Star's ass.

Eddie: @xoxoalette

With & With Out Color.

I Love You

A song inspired story. I imaged UFsans when I wrote it but any other one of the skeletons could fit in.  Warning this is a dark piece read the tags before you keep reading. Enjoy and be safe.

The air is still in this moment. Your eyes wide open, breath still caught in your lungs as twinkling shards dance all around you. The bite of pain can’t reach you yet neither the chill of your damp cheeks. Still you can taste the subtle salty twang of copper. Thoughts that normally race around your mind are replaced with this meditative calm. It will only last this moment but that is all that you will need. Your lips quiver. Eyes shining back over once more as your breath is let out in an almost silent sigh. Your eyes flutter shut as if not seeing him will make it all stop.

A shaky breath in and you find your feet. They push up the stairs. Arms coming to guide you when your eyes can not. Your thoughts burst back screaming in your head to block out the poison his voice forms. It cries how it came to this. How you let every rule be broken. Your soul throbs back, a painful pull of heartstrings that tells you exactly how it came to this. Your lungs seize at the sound of his voice just as scared and broken as you. Your mind shrieks for you to RUN the same way your soul calls for you to Stay.

Your body crashes into the door, you fall into the roll scrambling across the floor on all fours for the bag in the closet. Your bug out bag; in case of civilian unrest. Now it will be used for another kind of unrest. You can feel the strings pulling you back as your finger tips bleed against the window lock. Your body is shaking uncontrollably, your own voice vibrating in your ears as he steps ever closer.

Your heart reminds you how futile it is to struggle. Your mind begs you to be free. The bone of his fingertips is almost gentle as he guides your hands away from the lock. His body even drops with yours cradling you to his chest. His voice is only there to guide your mind back with its sweet words tinged with sorrow & fear. His soul already has yours settled back in its embrace. You still weep as he so carefully removes your bag. Turning you so that you face his skull. His phalanges trace the bursts of blue, purple, & black along your face. His palm covers the damage & he whispers about your beauty. The strength you carry. The love he holds for you. But the worst is the love you hold for him. The feeling of your soul pulsing with his. It brings all new quite tears that he wipes away with the bright bites of pain. Fading tell the only evidence is the taste of copper & salt.

He uses your words against you as he picks you back up. Settling you on the bed as he climbs back on top. No matter how many times you try to run. You know, deep down, you will never truly leave. He is slow almost gentle in the way his teeth scrap against your sensitive skin. You love him too much. After all, he is your soulmate.

“The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.”

                                              Cherry Wine-Hozier

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