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crypticdesire · 1 day

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to go for keeps

MINORS DNI

dom gn reader x sub rook hunt (around 3.2k words)

cw: no genitals specified for reader, pet play, piss, scent kink, mentioned weed/drug use and both reader and rook are still coming down from their high

You’re slowly pulled from your sleep, not positive if you’re still dreaming or not. Your head feels foggy, more so than usual when you wake up, and you realize you’re still feeling the residual effects of the high from edibles you had with Rook earlier that day. He lays sleeping beside you, and more aware of his presence now, you wrap your arms around him a little tighter. Chin resting on the top of his head, you settle into the feeling created by your hazy mind, which is one that makes your body feel loose and light.

That feeling is probably why it took you a few minutes to realize what had woken you up in the first place. Legs entangled with Rook’s, a soft knot of anticipation tightens in the pit of your stomach as all your senses focus on the way he gently humps your thigh. When you hear his quiet whimpering you question your earlier assumption that he was still sleeping.

“Rook?” You whisper his name without moving, not wanting to disturb him if he isn’t awake. You feel his head shift under your chin, and you assume he’s looking at you now when you can’t feel it anymore.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” His voice is just the slightest bit hoarse, and you chuckle at the genuine question.

“Yes, but I don’t mind” An understatement. “It looks like you might need me for something.” You move your thigh a bit so it presses directly onto his clothed cock, which is hard as predicted.

“Mmm,” he faintly moans, grinding against you as he buries his face into your chest.

“Were you having a dirty dream?” Your fingers absentmindedly rake through his hair.

“Non” his muffled voice replies. “I woke up needing to relieve myself, but you’re so warm…. I needed to hold it” It takes your disorganized thoughts a moment to fully piece together the implications of such a situation.

“Needed to, huh?” The hand tangled in his hair now rests at the top of his back, thumb caressing the nape of his neck. “It’s not a want but a need to be pressed against me then?” You can feel yourself becoming more turned on with his every mumbled word.

“Mmmhmm,” he hums in agreement, nuzzling further into your chest, grinding against you a bit harder, legs squeezing yours between them a bit tighter. “So warm…” he begins to languidly kiss your skin, slowly working his way up to your neck.

“And smells so good” You hear him inhale your scent before giving some small licks to your skin.

“My bunny just can’t help himself” You massage his hip with one hand, a desire to massage his bladder crossing your lust-driven mind. His movements still at your words. All except his legs which somehow squeeze your thigh even tighter. Was he about to let go? So early?

He lets out a guttural sound before he can manage any words.

“I want to…”

“You want to what, bunny?” He whimpers at your words and you soon realize the cause behind the arousal that’s overwhelmed him.

“I want to be your bunny” He licks your neck again. “Please”

“I’d love to play with my bunny” It’s so hard for you to resist bucking your hips into him. “But I need a bunny who’s a good boy and only pees when I tell him he can. Do you think you can be a good bun-“

“Oui” he clings to you, his voice filled with need. If not for the remnants of your high, you would have reprimanded him for interrupting you, but instead, you’re easily amused, giggling. He begins rubbing himself against you again.

“Always so excitable. Better hurry and get yourself prepared bunny.” He’s hesitant to untangle himself from you, thighs still clutching yours.

“If I don’t see my bunny soon, I might fall back asleep” You fake a yawn though your eyes are genuinely heavy.

“D’accord” He pauses and you can’t tell if he’s bracing his bladder or if the connection between his brain and body is still effete. With a shaky exhale he finally gets himself to move away from you, turning on the lamp beside the bed before getting up. Your eyes follow his movements for a moment as he makes his way to the drawer with his accessories, amused by the lack of his normal smooth grace.

Reluctantly you take your eyes off him so you can undress and do your preparations, your steps having no more grace than his. You know you need towels for the bed, but your thoughts fumble around your head and you can’t grasp an idea of anything else you need.

Rook waits somewhat patiently for you to lay out the towels as he stands already undressed, thighs squeezed together and legs crossed. You try not to glance at his face, knowing you’d get too easily distracted by your bunny. You happen to glance at the carafe on the nightstand, which intensifies your desire and awareness of Cottonmouth. You fill the two short glasses to the rim and finally allow yourself to look at his desperate eyes as you hand one to him.

“I want you to drink all of this” Like the loyal pet he is, he takes it with a smile on his face despite the intense feeling of a full bladder. Your eyes drift to the fluffy grey ears atop his head and then down to the collar he selected. It’s one of your favorites: a lavender collar with lace, a satin bow, and a metal ring in the middle he loves you to hook your finger around, pulling him closer. Watching his Adam’s apple bob as he empties the glass makes you crave the feeling of having a full bladder yourself, so you get settled at the head of the bed, trying to not let any of the sloshing water spill out of your glass but being unsuccessful. You couldn’t bring yourself to mind the little spill though. Rook was going to be spilling a lot more than that anyway.

“Come here, pretty bunny” You pat the bed in between your spread legs after Rook puts his glass down and grabs the lube and his bunny tail butt plug. “I want to see your pretty face while you play with yourself.” You enjoy watching him thrusting his own fingers into his entrance, but right now you want to see his face more, eager to see him look at you with adoration, desperation, and gratification.

His movements are slow as he positions himself on his hands and knees in front of you, his deep breathing and expression of concentration as he focuses on holding his bladder making you palm yourself a bit over your underwear.

“Here, let me help you out little bunny” You set your glass down for a second so that you can squirt lube onto his fingers, making it easier for him to begin stretching himself.

“Merci maître” his lidded gaze is focused on you as he reaches behind him and begins to spread the lube on his outer rim. He attempts to keep that gaze on you even as he pushes the tip of his finger into his entrance, gasping and biting his lip. You give him some more lube to work into his entrance, and while he does that you empty your glass of water. And another one. You want so badly to cup his cheeks, suck on his tongue, and tell him he’s a good boy, but you know that would send your loyal pet over the edge, losing control of his bladder before you want him to.

So instead you only allow yourself to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, even that small touch still causing him to whimper and screw his eyes shut. He tries to lean into your touch, but you just let your fingertips graze the fluff of his bunny ears before taking it away. Rook opens his eyes searching for your hand, pleading eyes burning into you as he begins to rock his hips back into his hand, two fingers now able to fit fully inside him. There are a few times you know he almost lets go because he freezes, his face slightly wincing, but when that moment passes he continues his ministrations until he’s able to fit three fingers inside of himself.

“Good boy” you praise him as he holds up his bunny tail butt plug to you so you can coat it in lube. He whines at your words and takes a deep breath before he begins to push the tip of the plug inside of him, gasping as he works it in further with small circular motions. You had stopped palming yourself moments prior not wanting to get carried away too soon. There’s still evidence of your arousal, however, a small damp spot showing on your underwear. Rook has yet to notice, his eyes still screwed shut as he continues to press the toy into him. He’s making slow but steady progress when all of a sudden he gasps, the hand that was holding the plug swiftly moving to cover his cock as he falls onto his elbow.

“Merde” he shakily moans, burying his face into his arm. You feel yourself spasm below your waist turned on by his actions and study his movements. The only movement you see is the subtle movement of his hips as he gently grinds himself into his hand, thighs coming closer together. He flinches as he feels the back of your hand softly stroke the hair behind his bunny ears.

“Aw, did my bunny almost have an accident” you coo. He doesn’t respond right away, but you continue stroking his hair until he can look up at you, unshed tears dotting the corners of his eyes. He looks ashamed.

“I- a little came out” he admits but he quickly adds on, “but I stopped it for you. I wanted to please you” his lips form a pout. You slightly lift his chin with your finger.

“You really tried to be a good boy, didn’t you?” He nods earnestly, hanging on your every word. “I’m not mad, bunny. You just need some more training.” He nods again.

“But we’ll do that another day, yeah? I think you did enough to get a small treat” His eyes light up and if he had been a different type of pet you know he would be wagging his tail.

“Would my bunny like to fuck-“ he’s already nodding his head before you can finish your sentence, “my thighs and empty his bladder?”

“Please” it’s barely above a whisper.

“Good. Let me just fix your tail” he had pushed it far enough that it didn’t fall out when he took his hand away, so you lean forward and slowly push it until the rest is nested inside him, causing him to moan in response.

“I’m ready when you are, pretty bunny” You permit him to get up after you’ve laid back and applied some lube to your inner thighs. He glances at your underwear and back to your face wordlessly asking if he can remove them, but you shake your head, smirking.

“Not yet” He’s so excited to fuck your thighs, however, he doesn’t even look disappointed at your answer. Carefully getting up on his knees and moving forward, you lift your legs, allowing him to push them together. He ruts against you at first, pressing a few kisses onto your calves before he begins to push his hard cock between your thighs.

“Merde” he gasps, and you can feel him trembling by the time he’s pushed his cock all the way through, his body flush against your legs.

“Mon maître feels so good” he follows his words with a string of moans as he begins moving, slowly thrusting until he feels capable of more. You stimulate yourself with your fingers as he speeds up, grip on your legs becoming tighter. His dick slides easily between your thighs, and you know he’s getting close when he thrusts with more fervor, his balls slapping the back of your legs.

“Ah, you look so cute bunny rutting into me so eagerly. I know you can hardly keep yourself from finishing. How desperate you are to mark me with your scent, so you just let go, bunny.” You reach forward, loosely grasping the top of his dick as his movements slow so you can rub his tip, eliciting a strangled moan.

“Show me how badly you want me to keep you.” Your words finally cause him to lose control, warm liquid splattering against your stomach. He’s quick to separate your legs so he can fully see you as he continues to relieve himself, taking hold of his cock so he can aim his stream at your crotch.

“Good boy. You were holding so much” you moan, involuntarily bucking your hips a bit, burning with desire. His smile is delirious as his stream tapers off and he ruts his cock against you, his length pressed against your soaked underwear. You cup your hand over the top of it, creating a small pocket to give him more friction, which gets him to climax, eyes rolling back as you feel a thick rope of cum spurt over your skin.

You keep your hand squeezed against his length as he comes down from his high, gripping your hips and babbling ‘merci’ over and over as he continues to gently rub himself against you. He looks so dazed and unaware of his movements that you’re surprised when he looks directly into your eyes, rubbing circles into your skin, eyes having a new light of desire in them.

“S’il vous plaît, maître. Can I smell you?”

“Go ahead, pretty bunny” He grins excitedly as he lays down on his stomach, the tip of his nose grazing your damp underwear.

“Mmmm” he moans, pressing his nose further into you, inhaling your scent. You haven’t come yet, but you can feel the tightness growing in the pit of your stomach. You twitch as he continues to rub his face up against you, quivering as he gives you a small lick. He looks up at you, wordlessly asking your permission to continue, which you give with a nod of your head.

“That feels so good, bunny” You grasp his golden locks, careful not to disturb his bunny ears as you grind yourself against his face, muffling his moans of pleasure. “You just love smelling our scents mixed together, don’t you? Leaving a trace of yourself on me”

“Mmmhmm” he stops and tilts his head towards you as his fingers play with the top edge of your underwear. “Can I smell more of you? Please?”

“Yes, because I know you’re going to make me feel good, bunny.” He bobs his head in agreement not wasting any time before he takes off your underwear not even trying to hide his excitement at burying his face into your pubic hair. He nuzzles his nose into you, and you can feel him inhale.

“You’re wet from my piss that leaked through your underwear” He observes and smiling in delight, he rubs his cheek up against you as well causing you to move your hips to chase the friction of his touch. He then draws a long line against you with his tongue, letting his tongue take more time roaming your most sensitive parts. Despite your loud moan, you still can make out the sound of the giddy giggle he lets out with his face still up against you.

“What?” The word is a mix of a chuckle and another moan. When he tilts his head up you’re met with an amused grin and eyes shining with adoration.

“I just love that you let me mark you like this.” He inhales your scent again as if to make his point. “I love you so much” he presses a kiss on the tip of your sensitive area. “I want your scent on me too” he nuzzles his cheek against you again before adding, “Please.”

“What a desperate bunny” You can’t hold back your chuckle. “I gave you a treat and you still ask for more and more.”

“Please” he begs again.

“Lay on your back greedy bunny” You easily give in still needing to get off yourself anyway. He wiggles his hips in excitement before doing as you asked, looking at you with open anticipation. You straddle his waist, no layers of clothing between you as you grind against his cock.

“Agh” Rook groans and grips your thighs tightly. Your hands are splayed across his chest, holding your weight as you slowly begin to move your hips.

“Fuck. It feels so good using you like this bunny” You close your eyes enjoying the feeling of you essentially frotting with him. You grind deeper into him, moving your hips in circular motions, keeping a slow pace so you can coax yourself to relaxation and release.

When Rook feels your warm piss begin to pool on top of him, he becomes a whining and writhing mess. The sight of him in such a state with your piss spilling over him combined with the relief of release has you close to your climax, so now you allow yourself to rut against him with more zeal.

It’s your excited bunny that cums again first, wildly bucking his hips up into you when your pace speeds up until a thin stream of cum spurts out of him. Still grinding against him, you swipe your thumb along his stomach, collecting a mix of your piss and his cum that you bring to his lips. He eagerly sucks on the pad of your thumb and after he's done you slip your finger through the metal loop on his collar, pulling him closer to you for a messy but passionate kiss where you take his tongue between your lips. You feel his hand move between your bodies to assist with your climax.

“Ah, you’re such a good bunny” You give him one more praise before you cum against him, crying his name. Your thighs slightly tremble as you lay down on his chest, both of you out of breath.

“C’était magnifique” Rook whispers breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you. You smile against his skin, reaching a hand up to affectionately stroke his hair. He catches your hand kissing your wrist before he allows you to do so. You hum in content, your body and mind feeling light. You don’t even mind all the sweat, cum, and piss slicked onto both of your bodies even when it makes you a bit cooler as it dries.

“We should get cleaned up, but I just want to lie here with you a bit longer” you admit, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. You’re met with similar droopy eyes and a fond smile.

“I want whatever you want” Rook responds easily, holding you even tighter against him. You already knew it to be true, but you're never letting go of your bunny.

a note from vern: i think i looked at this fic for too long bc i got to the point where it started to seem meh with Rook being ooc and a bit boring but i'm going to trust that's just my dysfunctional brain. anyways if you wanted some insight into some horny thoughts floating around my brain on 4/20, here it is !!

#twisted wonderland #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #dom reader #sub rook #cw piss #cw pet play #cw drug use #cw scent kink

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cherry-leclerc · 21 days

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purely platonic ☆ ln4

genre: fluff, maybe a bit of angst??, secret crushes, just two idiots who can't read the room of what we call 'feeeelingsss', they friendzone each other without knowing they're friendzoning each other BAHA

word count: 3.8k

It goes without saying that you and Lando are like two peas in a pod; always finding something to do. But when things suddenly shift after the summer break, it leaves you two to settle with the idea of one another with a rather doubtful mind.

req!...got this one a long time ago and the request was kind of confusing?? but i tried to make something out of it hahaha enjoyyy??

“Does this top make my boobs look big?”

Lando’s watercolor eyes quirk up, squint, then shakes his head full of curls. “You don’t have much to worry about.”

You muster a dirty glare before prancing over to the mirror, picking up a tube of gloss, laying it onto your plump lips. When you first started working at McLaren, you never truly thought you would end up here; on holidays with a witty British driver, but your friendship had blossomed rather quickly.

Don’t bother—they taste like absolute rubber.

Looking up to face the mysterious voice, you awkwardly choke, dainty hand dropping the last chocolate wafer.

Have you tried them?

Lando grins widely before reaching out to pick it up and popping it into his mouth. He winks.

Mmm. New recipe or something like that.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” you call out, pulling the baby voice he hates with a strong passion. Rolling his eyes, he kicks his feet against the bed frame, twisted like a pretzel. As long as I don’t get a ransom call, then yes. Go. You’re giddy with excitement; pick up your purse, spray some perfume—probably the entire bottle—and finally peck his cheek, to which he grimaces, instantly pulling away.

“Make sure to wake me up once you’re back.”

You do. Patting him, you eagerly bounce up and down against the fluffy mattress. “Brazil was a mistake.” His lashes flutter tiredly, skin slightly pink from rubbing his eyelids. Why? Folding your legs beneath your butt, you huff, tangled hair flying towards him. He can almost smell the sea salt that lingers onto your clothes; the scent of aperol spritz. It makes him wonder how many you’ve taken as he props up against his elbows, dark brows drawn together with attentiveness.

“First of all; I paid for the entire thing.” No, he gasps. You nod, pursing your lips tightly. “I’ve never seen someone so tan turn paper white in a matter of seconds. It was quite fascinating, actually. Sucks,” you ponder, shoulders dropping drastically. “He was stupidly gorgeous, too.”

I hate it when they do that. You laugh, eyes crinkling with true emotions for the first time that night. “He did dance like a pro though, oh God, I could barely keep up.” A lazy arm flies up to massage your neck, wincing as if you’ve just stubbed your toe against a brick wall. “I might have to see a chiro.” Tapping your finger against your chin, you close your eyes. “After all that, he invited me back to his place.”

The Brit sits up straight away; turns on the lamp that sits besides him. “Why are you here then?” he screeches. You curl a brow. The fuck is that supposed to mean? Lando sighs heavily and rubs his temples before flashing you with a pair of judgmental eyes. “We’re here to have fun, remember? Sex, sex, sex. That’s our priority.” The twenty-four year old relaxes against the comfy pillows. “We made a pact.”

“But I just—” You become visibly green, too grossed out with the idea. “He was handsome; a fucking hunk.” The blue eyed boy gags. “Probably had a massive dick.” You’re disgusting! A giggle erupts while you wiggle your way underneath the covers. “But I think I need to form an actual connection with someone in order to actually…yeah. A connection.”

It was about five months ago that you got dumped. Constant travels, not enough quality time. Too much work, not enough fucking. Far too lovey dovey eyes batted towards a certain brunette—that’s where you drew the line. You stood up for yourself; for Lando. It had taken you years to gain his trust and now that you had an unbreakable bond, you weren’t going to let the first insecure man make you feel like shit for it. But he didn’t like it; leaving you to cry on someone else’s shoulder.

For some factor, the Brit felt bad. Perhaps it was his fault—perhaps he did intervene—but he was pissed too. For the way your ex had treated you, for him even considering the twenty-four year old would hit on somebody’s girlfriend. The blue eyed boy knew the difference between flirting and a platonic relationship. Yeah. You were better off.

Brazil was great. Summer break was great. One night stands were great. At least he thought so.

Placing his hands over his broad chest, he releases a breath. “That’s actually pretty cute.” A sudden growl slides up your throat as you kick his shin. He scoots further away. “I only suggested because I thought it’d help…”

“Now you know.” A beat. “I can’t keep up with the Sex God.” Loopy eyes flicker over at him. “I’m talking about you, sex machine. Sex enthusiast. Can’t keep it in his pants— ”

He gruffs. “Understood.” He steals the blanket away as you squeal, hands flying out to tug it back towards your body. “Loud and clear.”

He had a plan to visit as many places as possible, and while that was fun for a while, you reasonably started to miss home. I’m tapping out, you would declare when you got to Bali, enjoying the view with an exhausted state. Last one. But he would somehow, always, convince you. There’d be too much to see; too much to experience. And you would stay.

It’s only up until Australia where you find yourself taking a break. Maybe it was because you were staying at Daniel’s, but you were grateful nonetheless. Days consisted of hikes, rodeos, undercooked steak, wine, and dirt biking. Quite fun—definitely better than being back home feeding your pet fish. Ms. Lockwood has it all taken care of, thank you very much.

“This is nice,” the Australian murmurs as he bites down on a slice of pizza. “I’m glad you guys made a pitstop.”

Wandering eyes roam the open field, dusty boots kicked up against his car. “Us too.”

Lando clicks his tongue knowingly, tilting his head at you as you hush him. For once in his life, he was glad to have someone around. Oftentimes, there’d be moments where people would assume you two were dating—possibly even married—but it was simply an unhinged friendship. Exactly what he was looking for. Thank God all of that is over now.

“How long have you two been together?” Heidi asks sweetly, leaning against her boyfriend. Mid-sip, you spit it all out, red wine painting Lando’s white tee. Bloody hell, he moans, drying his face with the back of his hand. “Sorry,” you gurgle. “We’re not…” When you gag, the Brit scoffs.

“She’s too immature. You think I would willingly sign up for that?” The couple share a skeptical glance, eyebrows raised to where he hands you a napkin. “Come on, mate, who do you take me for?”

As you both make your way over the house, Daniel and Heidi settle into a deep conversation. There was not a single doubt within them that you two weren’t meant for one another. It made perfect sense—but why were you both so blinded to the idea?

“Hmm,” the blond says. “Two months of traveling together? That just doesn’t happen.” Heidi spins on her heel, facing the Australian. “There’s obviously a connection between them.”

Men like you are the reason I left Finland. Men like you are the reason I left Finland. A sip of water. Men like you are the reason I left Finland—

“What are you even talking about?” Lando groans from his seat. Peeking over at him, you shrug, and continue mumbling. “For the love of God, must you keep repeating yourself? You’re making a simple twenty minute drive seem like four hours—stop it already.”

Coldly glaring at him, you pinch your face like a clam and point a narrow finger at him. “Men like you are the reason I left Finland.”

The Brit lets out a scream and jumps towards you, slapping a large hand over your mouth. You squirm for a good minute before biting down, forcing him to pull away with a sudden hiss. “Rascal.”

The view was breathtaking; the white snow, the green trees, the sunlight beaming from afar. His agenda continued and you kept tagging along. You’ve never visited, so everything was a pleasing journey. Staring out the foggy window of the van, you pout, pondering. “You’ve seriously never watched Confessions of a Shopaholic?”

“A Cock-A-Who?”

You laugh. “Not even close. I’m not doing this again.”

You’re sure you get frostbite by the end of the day, but the Northern Lights make up for it. After snapping a couple thousand pictures, you finally settle down on the snow next to him. “Hey.” A white puff exits his mouth, chapped lips.

“Hey.”

The silence prolongs, then you let out a sore cough, taking a sip of hot chocolate. You can’t help but roll your eyes when you barely get a sip, realizing he has finished it all while you were busy not looking. “Out of all the places we’ve been to, this has to be my favorite.” You direct your attention over to him. “Thank you for bringing me along. It means a lot.”

“Ah. Don’t mention it.”

You hum. “I never get bored of you.” You can hear his snowsuit scratch as he shifts to face you; wide eyes admiring the colorful lights. “I keep thinking I might—even just a little bit—but I don’t. It’s weird.”

He chuckles, relaxing. “I’m glad you haven’t. We’ve been traveling for a while now, so if that were the case, then I’d be worried.”

Pursing your lips, you let out a sheepish grin. “You’re like…the Suze to my Rebecca.”

“Is that supposed to be a good thing?”

Finally, you turn to him, taking in his puppy lost state. Specks of snowflakes cling onto his long lashes, the bridge of his nose is beet red, a hint of dried blood coats his overly frozen lips. Patting his shoulder, you let out a light whistle.

“Let’s just say; I never want to leave Finland.”

The season picks up once again, and so do the travels. But they’re not the same. Maybe it has to do with the fact that it’s not only you two anymore. Sure, you have your friends, but…it’s not the same. The thought alone is confusing, but you don’t let yourself think about it too long. Running after Oscar, you hand him a black binder. “What's this?”

“Not sure. Zak just wants you to read over it before the meeting.”

Frantically, he skims the white pages, flipping eagerly. You giggle. “I know it looks bad, but it’s not!” The Australian barely has a chance to protest before you skip away, shooting a quick thumbs up. “Take notes!”

Reaching the familiar dressing room, you find yourself gently knocking, foot tapping against the tiles. He swings open with a loopy grin. “Hey.”

“Hey.” A beat. “Meeting in ten minutes; don’t be late.”

He nods. “Is there anything I should go over?”

You shake your head, extending a singular piece of paper towards the British driver. “As long as you go over these notes, then you’ll do just fine.” You take a step back. “Ten, Lando, ten.”

“Got it.”

You’re the last one entering the crowded conference room, teasing snickers spilling from McLaren colleagues. Zak claps loudly. “Great! Let’s get started.”

You’re bored halfway through, zoned out, doodling onto your notebook. You were aware of everything, so you suppose it didn’t really matter. Gray led slides coolly. A sharp sound rips you away from your daydreaming as you look up, eyes flickering between the three main men.

“I wasn’t aware there was any special treatment.” His accent is laced with humor, brown eyes drifting over to you. You curl a brow at Oscar.

Zak chuckles. “I wasn’t either.”

Once the meeting is adjourned, Lando strolls over to where you sprawl onto a row of chairs, blanked out. He swallows a chuckle down. “You alright?”

“What have I done?” You sit up, maniatic eyes dancing across his figure. “I’ve never done that before—not intentionally.”

The Brit closes an eye teasingly before releasing. “The notes?”

Leaping up, you march over to him. “Yes, the notes! Since when do I sum up things for your benefit? God, I didn’t even think about Oscar…”

“I’m sure you weren’t thinking straight. We all know you like to help both of us out.”

A queasy feeling flips inside of you as you tilt your head. He was right. You got caught up, made one set of bullet points, and coincidentally gave it to Lando. No further meaning.

“I need coffee.”

As soon as you bolted out of McLaren Hospitality, Lando made his way through the paddock. “Norris,” a deep voice calls out. Alex grins widely, jogging closer.

“Done for the day?”

Alex nods. “What about you?”

“I think so. Had my last meeting; I think I should be good.”

The Williams drivers shimmies with a low chuckle. “Why are you still here then?”

The Brit freezes. “I actually don’t know…” Huh, Alex hums.

“You’re looking for someone?”

He unfreezes, chest tightening. “I don’t know.”

“Hey, hey, watch out.”

“Daniel!” you shriek. He lets out a toothy smile, extending his arm out as a silent greeting, cup of coffee in hand. You rip it away, taking a large chug. “Thank you—gotta to go.”

“Wait.” He reaches for the hem of your shirt, stopping you from slipping away. “Are you okay? You look a bit…” He motions a crazy sign. You glare back at him.

“I need air, I need air,” you gasp, zigzagging past him. Running after you, he hauls you into the nearest restroom. You screech, panicking. “Air, Daniel, air.”

“What happened?”

Something in his voice tells you he knows. You don’t want him to know. How could anyone know what you don’t even know? No one can know.

“You’re right—I’m losing my mind.” You step out of his embrace. “Let me out before I kill you.”

Brown eyes stare back in amusement. “You can be honest with me.”

“I’ll scream, Daniel.”

“Be honest with yourself.”

“I’m a black belt. My limits are endless.”

“Just say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say it.”

You close your eyes, groan, and kick the wall. “Shit, I like Lando.”

Heavy pants, desperate huffs. Anticipating eyes, nervous fiddling with your hair. His lack of response makes it all worse.

Daniel clicks his tongue. “I knew it.”

“Want anything?” he asks, gazing up at the wall of foreign treats. Singapore knew what they were doing. Your voice catches, releases, then wave him off. Weird, he thinks to himself, but continues to pay for his own sweets. The way you prance around the small convenient store makes him smile, occasionally making sure you were still there.

“I won’t be going to the next race. Thought you should know.”

It obviously catches him off guard as he spins to face you with a neutral expression. He’s good at hiding things—feelings.

“I…um…” He coughs. “Can I ask why?”

“It’s my nana’s birthday.” A beat. “She only has so many left, dude.”

The Brit would love to relax and laugh at your dark humor, but one simple word makes him deflate, nodding along with a sheepish look. He hands you a bag of penguin gummies. “From me, to her.”

The colorful bag crunches against your touch, awkwardly beaming at it, then looking up into his soft stare. “She has diabetes, but thanks.”

He realizes just how much he misses you once you jump onto a plane back home. He had been kind enough to offer to drive you to the airport, and you had been rude enough to decline. A weak exchange of words ensued between you two before reluctantly coming to an agreement.

Here is fine!

Blue eyes wander the busy drop off zone; humming with concern.

Let me help you with your bags, then.

No! Drive safe, Lando. Oh—and make sure to take your vitamins!

The British driver wonders why he feels different; pacing the room back and forth. Vitamin C is important. He eyes his watch. That’s probably why—he forgot to take them. Or maybe it was his biotin.

“Mate! You have my charger!” The twenty-four year old gazes at his taking door and makes his way over. Daniel stands with loopy eyes, half shaved mustache. “Bon Iver died mid-For Emma, so you better hurry and give it to me.”

“I have it right here, chill.” The Australian invited himself in, brown orbs flickering carefully through the dark room. He chuckles.

“Can’t find your birth control?”

Lando cocks his head to the side, recognizing his mess that lies on the floor. The orange bottles make him stutter, briskly pushing the white charger towards his friend. “B6, I’m looking for my—” A nervous hand runs through his messy hair. “Got what you need? Great. Off you go.”

“Ah, ah—hold on a second; is that my girl, Isla Fisher?”

The Brit cackles, remembering about his open computer. “How do you know?”

Daniel plops down. “Confessions of a Shopaholic? Classic. Heidi loves it.”

The brunette hums, finding a spot next to the Aussie. “Who’s Suze?”

“Have you not been paying attention?”

“I’ve been looking for my calcium!”

The thirty-four year old pouts. “I thought it was your R2-D2?”

“Clever.”

A Tim Burton looking girl comes on-screen, perfect bangs hanging just above her brows. The redhead and black haired duo exchange a small phone back and forth, panic evident. “That’s Suze. She’s Becky’s best friend. They go through a bit of a rough patch, but they come back together, don’t worry.”

“Suze? Rebe…” He pales. “Friends?”

“You thought they were lesbos?”

Lando shakes his head, harshly. “What about Finland?”

“A fantasy land, sort of.” Daniel props up against his elbows. “It’s her getaway from all her debt. It’s real, but it’s not real.” The blue eyed boy’ shoulders droop furthermore as he watches the scene play out.

“Friends…”

Chomping down on a mysterious pill, Daniel shrugs. “Mhm. Just friends.”

It’s safe to say that you’re refreshed. You thought things through—you could never speak about your sudden realization. This probably happens all the time, all around the world; nothing to see here. Your feelings were there, but they wouldn’t be your downfall. Not when he mattered this much to you.

“Read over this. Pay close attention to three and seven—Zak is going to ask you about it.” Lando hums slowly, eyes tracing your beauty. You’re a shade darker due to your small vacation, if you can call it that, and that somehow tugs at his heart. If he pays close enough attention, then he could point out a few new freckles. “Any questions?”

He blinks. “Zero. Thank you.”

“Just doing my job.”

Something has shifted inside of him; something…new? Every chance he gets, he would peek and admire the way you laugh with a couple of the engineers, with Zak. Then, he would have to pinch and remind himself that he was your friend; nothing more, nothing less.

“Any additional notes? Oscar? Lando?”

Raising your hand timidly, you beam. “If I could suggest one thing, maybe we can keep the floor the same? I know we spoke on how a drastic change can possibly lengthen our kph, but if we actually think about it, then we would be able to see that it’ll only worsen things. It’s perfect, really, where it’s at. What we should be focusing on instead are other areas. Find ways to lighten the car, mark our attention to the aerodynamics.” Red creeps carefully onto your cheeks, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you shrug. “Just a…thought.”

Zak hums, crossing his arms in deep thought. “We could do that…we could definitely do that.” He grins. “Boys?”

“Anything to make us faster, count me in,” Oscar agrees, voice steady.

“We should change it.”

Everyone turns to face the twenty-four year old. Pens glide faster, keys click harder, and you stumble clumsily. “Sorry?”

Lando tsks. “I like what you were saying, but we need to change it in order to stand a chance against the Red Bulls. They’ve cracked the code; and we’re so close. We need to adapt.”

You burn up. “I’m sorry, but I disagree, Lando. Things should stay the same. Same is safe. Change is…” You lick your lips, biting down momentarily. “Not necessary. Not when things are already good where they’re at.”

The British driver hisses. Oscar jumps at the cold sound. “Safe is a pussy move. How will you ever know what could have happened? One thing can flip everything around.” His eyes soften. “A-and put us in front of the grid for good. Good, good.”

Caught in the flame, you grit your teeth together; who were you to have a say after all? Your attention circles the quiet room before nodding stiffly. “Alrighty then.”

“You embarrassed me in front of everyone!”

Lando frantically chases after you, shoes squeaking with every drastic turn. “I was just being honest!”

The sudden speed you turn back to face him with makes him flinch, forced to come to a halt. He can practically see the fumes exiting your body. “But did you have to say it in that tone?”

“What tone? I didn’t have a tone.”

“Yes! Yes, you did!” You continue your march. “Oh, hi! I’m Lando Norris, professional Formula One driver, who knows everything you don’t.”

“I do not sound like that.”

“You’re right. You sound worse.” A huff. “Listen, I’m not actually mad, but I do need time to myself, so can you please…” You motion him away and he scoffs. Are you being serious right now? “I am! Leave!”

He sort of replicates a zombie, the way he drags his feet back to hospitality. Was he really ready for any of this? He liked you, a lot, but things like these would eventually stir up in any relationship, and maybe he didn’t have the strength in him to fix things yet. But if you stayed friends, then…yeah. Things would stubbornly fix themselves.

You, on the other hand, have a sudden bounce in your step. A stride. This is what you needed. Suddenly, your stupid little crush wasn’t as important as you had imagined. Fights would bubble between you two if you ever dared cross the invisible line, and you weren’t the biggest fan in facing them. Friends. That’s all this was.

Daniel crosses Lando first, intrigued by his dead-like state. “What’s up with you now?”

The Brit blinks. “I’m no Luke, Danny.” He kicks a rock. “I’m fine, however, being a Suze.”

Son of a bitch, the Australian thinks as he watches his friends stroll away. He actually paid attention.

Placing his headphones back onto his head, he continues his walk down the paddock, confused. When you make your way with a bright smile, he, too, reciprocates. Your lips move fast, hand gestures flying theatrically, and he can’t hear a single thing. The Alpha Tauri driver snakes his hand to slip them off once again. “Having a g’day?”

“Best,” you beam. “Connection lost.”

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mingwrites · 15 days

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ateez as incubi

seonghwa ~ in your sleep, you had the most vivid and pleasurable dream of your life. you had a mysterious man between your legs, face buried in your pussy, clit between his lips. upon waking up, the fantasy didn’t end. you stirred hazily, moaning at the imagined sensation in your clit. it became a little too vivid, however, when you felt a long tongue slither inside of you. you looked down, seeing that the man was real, and he was still working your pussy dutifully. you knew you should have felt scared, but somehow the only thing you said was, “don’t stop.” this caused the man to chuckle against you. “don’t you worry, doll,” he said, “you’re so delicious, i’ll never get enough.”

hongjoong ~ when you awoke from your restless sleep, you had tears running down your cheeks. there was a sheen of sweat across your body and a dull throbbing between you legs. at first everything was hazy and confusing, but then you heard your demon’s voice break the silence of the night and it all came together. “what’s wrong, little baby?” he mocked from your bedside where he pervertedly observed your plight. “do you need me so bad? these fingers, this dick? tell me how much you need me.”

yunho ~ you woke up to your walls being stretched open by something ice cold. you realized it didn’t hurt because you were already soaking wet somehow. then you realized the handsome man slowly materializing on top of you, eyes locked on yours, hips sliding carefully closer. you groaned as he filled you up entirely, hands moving with a mind of their own as they reached to hold onto the man’s shoulders. “it’s so big,” you moaned. the man smirked, hips beginning to fuck in and out of you. “you know, i can make it even bigger, if you think this little pussy can handle it.”

yeosang ~ you were grinding against your mattress, a rhythmic flow of moans and whimpers echoing in your room as you dreamt of yeosang. in your dream, he was all over you - tongue down your throat, face in your pussy, and dick pounding into your soaking heat. “there you go,” dream yeosang whispered, “make yourself feel good, my darling.” your eyes slowly opened and for a moment you were utterly disappointed about losing your dream. that was, until you realized yeosang was lying right beside you, urging you on further, “don’t stop, baby, i want to see you make yourself cum.”

san ~ you opened your eyes when you heard a familiar voice filling your bedroom with sweet, soothing melodies. “sannie?” you called, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “good morning, sweetheart,” he smiled cheerfully. you smiled in return, but groaned when you felt a throbbing ache in your clit. “it hurts again,” you said. that pain always seemed to return when san stopped by to visit. “i know, angel,” he cooed, placing his icy cold hands on your thighs and rubbing them gently. “do you need sannie to take care of it for you?”

mingi ~ “get up,” a deep voice commanded, awaking you from your dreams. you shot up and scanned your bedroom for intruders. sure enough, he was there staring down at you, and he was mad. “mingi?” you said softly. “what’s wro-” he cut you off: “where have you been for the last week?” your heart sank. he was really mad. it struck no fear in you, just stirred up butterflies in your stomach. “i-i was on vacation, i’m sorry i forgot to tell you.” mingi scoffed. “vacation… you’ve been naughty for the last time, do you understand?” you couldn’t hold your smile back, thrilled for what mingi might have in store for your punishment.

wooyoung ~ the last thing you expected to see when you first opened your eyes was a dick inches from your face. but that’s what you got, and you weren’t complaining. “suck it,” wooyoung demanded. having just woken up, you were a little slow to register what was going on. getting impatient, wooyoung reached out to stroke your jaw, thumb landing on your chin and gently pushing your mouth open. “i said suck it for me, baby.”

jongho ~ you awoke when you heard someone calling your name in a singsong voice. you looked around your room expecting to see him there, but he wasn’t. “jongho?” you whispered. suddenly, there was a strong hand wrapped around your throat, pressing gently on your airway. you grabbed his wrist, and then he became visible. jongho was floating just above your mattress, staring intensely into your wide eyes. he lowered himself so he was straddling you and strengthened his grip around your neck. “please,” he scoffed, “don’t look so scared. i can smell how wet you are from here.”

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hanafubukki · 8 months

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Can be seen as a part 2 to this fic

You were avoiding Lilia.

Ever since the Malleus overblot, you had tried your best to stay away from Lilia.

It helped that everyone was busy dealing with the aftermath. In addition, the four from diasomnia that caused all this needed time to heal and deal with their relationships.

It didn't mean that you didn't see them on campus, but you had a group of first years who would negate anyone that made you uncomfortable.

And that turned out to be Lilia in this case, though this was all thoughts they assumed and not confirmed by you.

But it did let you run away.

Surprisingly, even Sebek helped. He had mentioned he did not agree with your methods in the dream world, but you had helped him and those he cared about. He said that he would help until you were comfortable to talk with them, with him.

You don't know if you would ever be ready to talk to Lilia.

To confess your thoughts and your feelings. To be vulnerable in such a way.

But you knew you would have to be.

It is during these moments when I’m glad I don’t have magic and I can’t overblot.

You knew eventually you would have to talk to him.

Maybe that’s why you had worn your comfiest clothes, and taken a blanket with you to watch the stars outside today of all days.

A feeling called you outside.

“Couldn’t sleep, YN?”

“Hmm…you could say that. How’s the boys?”

“They are recovering, many feelings are being expressed.”

“Family communicating? Working? Wow, who would have thought?”

Lilia laughed as he settled next to you.

“Should you be speaking?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“The cliff?”

“Maybe I was feeling jump-OW!”

You rubbed your cheek as Lilia smiles at you, the hint of danger in his eyes had you shutting up real quick.

“I just wanted to wake you…without unneeded heartbreak.”

“Yet you believed your actions wouldn’t cause any?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes.

You remembered how Grim scrambled to you, crying and calling your name.

You remember shocked faces, guilt, and tears.

You remembered Malleus and how he looked somehow even paler than when he put you all to sleep. How magic circled around him uncertainly.

You knew you hurt them, but at least they were awake you reasoned to yourself.

At least, they were able to stop Malleus.

You couldn’t bring yourself to apologize.

Finally, finally, you were able to do something.

Finally, you were able to help.

You weren’t stuck on the sides, watching helplessly.

You heard a hum from next to you.

“Taking such heartbreaking actions. And for what? A foolish crush?”

That had your attention. It had you turning, heated.

“Its more than a crus-”

You abruptly stopped yourself.

The look in Lilia’s eyes spoke of the hunter catching his prey.

He brought up his hand, tilting your chin up towards him. The look in his eyes has you slightly shaking.

Anticipation? Excitement? You couldn’t tell.

“My dearest, faes love intensely. I won’t ever let you go. If you wish to be free, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“I love you. Who said I wanted to be free?” You finally spoke the words you were afraid to say before.

The glowing magenta eyes were the last you saw until you were enveloped in warmth.

Bonus:

“Let me go!”

You tried to leave Lilia’s room to attend class but he was literally holding you down with all his strength.

While his bed was comfy and you wouldn’t mind sleeping more, you had class!

“I can’t miss class! We have potions today! Grim might burn the school down!”

“I told you I wouldn’t let you go khee hee hee.”

Silver, Sebek, and Malleus watched as you struggled against a clingy Lilia.

“Why not join their class, Lilia? Would that not be the obvious choice?”

“Tsunotaro, no!”

“Human, you should know better than to take deals made with fae lightly!”

Silver smiled, his family was complete and whole again.

They were healing.

He felt the love for those around him increase.

And it seems, his family had a new addition as well.

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pedrostylez · 1 month

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I’m Here When You Need Me

Joel Miller x f!reader One Shot

Warnings: Angst, feelings, longing, cheating on the readers part, Joel just wants you to be happy, high key hating reader’s husband, age gap mentioned (Joel is in his 50’s, no reader age), insecurities, mentions of body and working out, insecurities, nipple and breast play, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected piv sex ( wrap it people), oral f recieving, I think that’s it

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: this has had minimal edits and I’m posting from my phone so don’t be judging me!!!! Heed the warnings. I hope you guys enjoy 😊

He’s at it again, dreaming of you wrapped around him. Soft to the touch, warm and needy, just how he likes you.

The telltale sound of his phone wakes him from the comfort of his dreams, vibrating through the pillow to his ear. When he squints his eyes to see your name on the screen, his heart freezes for a moment. You don’t typically call, so it must be important. “Hello?” He sounds groggy, and he hears your pause before a deep sigh. He knows you feel bad for calling him, even though you knew he would be asleep. “What is it, baby?”

“Don’t call me that.” You hiss, breath coming quickly through the receiver, the sound of your teeth biting at your nail.

“Are you alone?” He asks, now sitting up in bed. He’s used to a rogue text here and there, asking if he’s home so that you can slip out while your husband is asleep, or at work. He’s never texted you first, never been the initiator except for the once when he first spotted you in the bar. But a phone call in the middle of the night? Unheard of.

“Yeah.” You sigh, frustration clear in your voice.

He frowns, rubbing at his chin and shuffling out of bed. “Door’s open, baby.” It slips out, and he winces, figuring you’ll correct him again. He can’t help it.

You don’t say anything about the nickname, just give him a quiet goodbye and an ETA.

He doesn’t bother to remake the bed, doesn’t bother to clean up anything. He used to; used to make sure all the dishes were done and that the floor was swept for you. He was embarrassed, a 50 something year old man still living alone and had somehow gotten your attention. He wanted to leave a good impression.

But after enough times of you storming in, how you would grab around the collar of his shirt and thrust yourself at him to feel something, to distract you from whatever issues you were having with him, he stopped worrying.

A habit he shouldn’t get into, but he knew you would come around again and again.

Joel flicks on the outside light, looking out the curtain briefly before sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. He keeps the sound low, listening for the sound of your truck to pull up next to his. His pants are low, riding just below the elastic band of his underwear, loose and warm under the flannel.

He sighs, switching the channel and scratching at his incoming beard. He doesn’t know what mood you’ll be in, what you’ll want, but trying to wake himself up after a long day on the job is all he can do to prepare for you.

The sound of your door slamming has him turning his head, listening to your sneakers shuffle on his brick pathway. The pause at his door, where he swears he can hear you take a deep breath before twisting the knob and letting yourself in.

Your hair, swept to one side and down, loose, wild, has his mouth upturned out of habit. He loves you wild. “Hey.”

“What’s going on?” He asks quietly, letting you shut his front door and slip your sneakers off. He doesn’t dare move, afraid that he might scare you off by being too concerned. You’re in your own set of pajamas, loose shirt and flannel pants with a sweatshirt zipped in the front.

When you sit beside him, you lean into him with your head on his chest. One, two, three big breaths leave your mouth as he wraps an arm around you. It gives you the courage to say what you came here for. “I don’t think he loves me.”

Joel’s heart sinks, the sound of your voice defeated. His arm squeezes around you, looking down to the crown of your head. “No, baby that’s not true.” It slips out again, and he closes his eyes to try and recenter himself. Stop calling her baby.

“He won’t even look at me anymore.” You say again, tilting your head to look Joel in the eye. You’ve accepted it, eyes not shimmering with sadness. “He says he wants me but…never initiates. It’s like I’m begging just for an ounce of attention.”

Joel holds his face neutral, his blood boiling. He wants you, he would give you the attention you deserve. He knows that’s why you’re here, that’s why you called–

“I don’t think he finds me attractive anymore.” You whisper, an uncommitted shrug before you bury your head back against his chest.

Joel rubs his hand up and down your back, looking up toward the TV for a moment. Reruns of Seinfeld, laugh tracks and a bright screen fill his senses. He keeps quiet, keeping his hand moving to reassure you before he says, “I think the world of you.”

You shake under his arm with a brief chuckle, resting your hand on his stomach and swirling, swirling, swirling your finger around his belly button.

He resists sucking his stomach in, knowing you’ll chastise him like you have before. He wants to hold you, body against body to prove to you how much he wants you. “Do you want to go lay down with me?” He asks quietly, feeling your hair slide away from his arm as you pull away from him.

“Sure.” You reach for the remote, clicking off the screen and unzipping your sweatshirt. You turn to him, smirking as you step in the direction of his bedroom. “Just to sleep?”

“If that’s what you want.” Is his immediate answer. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve come to his door just wanting to fall asleep on his chest; he wouldn’t mind it in the least, just to have you next to him.

But the way you smile, the way your eyes shimmer with want, he knows that isn’t what will be happening.

No, not when he turns off all the lights and heads to the bedroom and finds you already under the covers. Your quiet voice asking him to turn off the lights is new, but he obliges.

He fumbles to the bed, getting under the covers and hearing your giggle when you reach for his hand and place it on your breast. He laughs as well, swiping his thumb back and forth over your nipple until it is taunt, peaked against the pads of his fingers. He presses his mouth to your jaw, lightly pinching to hear your whimper against his ear.

He sighs happily, groaning when your fingers wrap around his cock through his pajamas. Your hands are warm, pressing heat into him in ways he misses when you’re gone. He lets his fingers drift down your side, counting your ribs quietly to himself. “Let me see you, baby?” He inquires, letting his lips run down the column of your throat, pressing deeply into the curve of your collarbone.

He feels your tension, the way you freeze for only an instant before going back to your loosened and easy going movements. “What? Don’t like surprises?” You question, squeezing your hand around the head of him briefly before pushing down his pants.

He springs free, your fingers lightly dancing down his shaft making him groan. He wants to tell you that it’s not that he doesn’t like surprises, but he wants to watch you. He looks down, blankets haphazardly in the way, only giving him a peek at what your hand is doing around him.

It feels like heaven, your hand with small calluses at the base of each finger. The smoothness of the rest, silky and enticing pumping up and down, your thumb swiping at the weeping hole to spread some of the wetness around.

He moves the sheet out of the way, letting his eyes trail to your chest before looking up at you as his tongue pokes out, circling the same nipple from before. Your mouth opens in awe, eyes fluttering shut and head thrown back. “J-Joel–”

“Let me see you.” He’s muffled against your skin, flicking his tongue against you and letting his fingers drift further and further down. Joel’s fingers brush over the hem of your underwear, and he can’t help the smile that grows on his face as you giggle. He knows it’s ticklish there, just as he dips his fingers into the humid skin beneath.

Your breath hitches, eyes opening more fully as he moves the blankets with his arm. He notices how you watch it, suddenly self conscious as your legs start to spread for him. “I’m cold, Joel.”

He pauses, letting only the knuckle of his first two fingers continue their movement under the strain of your underwear. You’re slick, his fingers easily moving over your clit with a laziness that he knows you like. You don’t want to be rushed-ever; it’s why you go to his place to begin with. “I’ll warm you up.”

“N-no.” You close your eyes, shaking your head as if falling out of this fantasy. “I want the blankets up here.”

Joel’s fingers pause now, head tilting up to you and frowning. He can see you more clearly now, his eyes having adjusted to the street lamps that filter through his curtains. You’re almost naked below him, frowning with your eyes downturned, looking toward his hand instead of his face. He brings his other hand up, tilting your chin to look directly at him. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You attempt at a scoff, but he’s not buying it. “I’m cold, I told you–”

“You know I think you’re beautiful, right?” He gruffs, frown going deeper as he sees you shake your head. “You know I like to see how you react, touch you, look at you. Why do you want to be covered?”

“I’ll just put my shirt back on.” You snarl, teeth coming out to bite as you lean over the side of the bed, reaching for the shirt you had tossed off before he followed you into the bedroom.

His fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling your arm back and holding you to the bed. Unable to roll, you wiggle under him, pulling your hand free to reach again. When he catches you again, you groan unhappily, getting into a pulling and pushing match with him.

He’s stronger than you, the creases in his forehead deepening as he let’s you get away enough times to tire you out, but not letting you escape his question. “Quit fightin’ me, and tell me what is going on.”

Your hands are secured to the pillows below you, breasts bouncing from the intensity of it and your deep breaths. He can’t help how his eyes trail down, wanting to look at you, but seeing you squirm uncomfortably.

You stay silent, glaring at him and then looking to the ceiling as if you’re just going to ignore the question. Joel sighs, annoyance bubbling up in him and trying to tamp it down. It clicks suddenly in his head, that something must have been said to you. “Why do you want to be covered?”

Your eyes trail back to his, your furrowed brow slowly relaxing, the tension in your arms reducing to where Joel releases his grip and lets his fingers trail down to hold your torso. His hands wrap around you, his thumbs stroking at the soft skin under each breast. He’s not sure if your eyes are shimmering with tears, or if it is just a trick in the light when you say, “He…he asked if I had been working out lately.” You swallow, shaking your head. “A-and when I said no, he…he said ‘that’s obvious.’”

Joel’s breath comes quickly, his fingers subconsciously digging into your skin to hold himself steady. He said what? He can’t help but stare at you, waiting for more to come, but you just stare back with a slow buildup of tears in your lash line.

Another moment of silence before you’re sniffling, bringing a hand up to cover your eyes as if embarrassed. Joel releases you as he feels your body shutter, pulling the blankets up around you both and moving his fingers to cradle your head. He lets his dull nails scratch at your scalp, shushing and cooing at you until you’re pressed against him, naked skin on skin in a humid cloud under his blankets.

He lets you cry; it’s the first he’s really ever seen you do so since meeting you. You’ve always been strong, secure and confident in how you present yourself. He found it off putting, in some ways-he had never been with a woman that didn't need him. He was used to being the provider. But you’d always taken care of yourself, came and went as you pleased, and didn’t ask for anything else.

His heart swells with want. “You’re alright baby, I’ve got you.” He husks, moving his fingers to the back of your neck and massaging at the tense muscles there. “He’s a fucking moron, you know that don’t you? You’re beautiful, you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.”

You shake your head, tears having stopped and a small smile making its way across your face. “No I don't, Miller.”

“You do.” He relents, tilting his head down to look at you again. Red eyes and wet lashes, but otherwise okay. His thumb runs under your eyes, absorbing tears from your face almost instantly. “He shouldn’t be speaking to you that way.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not a big deal. He’s right, it’s probably why our marriage isn’t going great.”

“That’s not true.” He says immediately, letting his thumb drift to your lower lip and pull it down briefly. “You think your marriage isn’t going well because he doesn’t find you attractive?”

“Among other things.” You sigh, now back to your previous demeanor. Your fingers are dancing over his chest, swirling his chest hair around. “Joel, it’s fine.”

“It’s not.” He argues. “You’re someone any decent man would want. How can he just–”

“Please just, let’s move on.” You cut him off, pressing a flat palm firmly into his chest.

He closes his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose to calm himself down from giving a full lecture. He wants you to understand, to hear him fully. You deserve better than what you have.

You both lay there silently for a moment, just breathing together and not moving. He keeps his eyes on yours, watching yours flick down to his mouth and feeling the way you minutely move towards him. He doesn’t dare move, wanting you to be the one that initiates.

Your hand is gentle against his lower stomach, gliding down again to his now softened cock. It stirs, easy to respond to you. Joel stops your hand, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” You’re breathy, pupils having gone wide as he lets go of your wrist. It doesn’t take him long to get hard again with how you move your hand, his mind both empty and racing with thoughts.

When you roll on to your back, offering a silent invitation for him to get on top, he’s eager to let his legs tangle with yours and settle between your thighs. He presses his mouth to your collarbone, trailing down below the blanket as you wished for before, his tongue peeking out when he gets to your core.

You sigh happily when his tongue meets your clit in slow, agonizing circles. He prefers to watch you when he does this, eyes up on your face as his tongue swoops back and forth, over and over the hood of your clit until you’re squirming and reaching down to fist at his hair. He likes watching your neck shine with a thin layer of sweat, the way your hair begins to stick to your face and your eyes closing tightly to just feel him.

But right now he’s below the covers, holding one leg down and open to better feast on his meal, the other reaching up and intertwining his fingers with yours. The hand not in his must be bracing yourself against his headboard, your moans muffled by the sheets and blankets surrounding him.

He lets his tongue dip into you, squeezed briefly by your walls and the yelp you let out makes him chuckle. You never expect the first intrusion, spreading your legs wider to let his shoulders be flat against you, his laugh vibrating against your skin.

He continues this pattern, dipping into you with his tongue, circling your clit, and back again. He doesn’t know how long it goes on for, over and over to the point that he’s closed his eyes to feel you instead of watching you. His cock is hard between his legs, pressing against the end of his mattress and begging to be touched by your hand.

There’s a gust of cool air as you lift the sheet away from him, tossing it to the cold side of the bed and reaching down to his hair. He groans again, missing the feeling of your hand on any part of him, and he winces at the tug you give.

You’re pulling him up, wanting his lips on yours and for him to cover you. He obliges, pressing his lips to yours and grabbing at your thighs to lift around his middle. It would be embarrassing, how hard he is for you right now, pressed to your center and grinding against the slick that he left there, but he can’t care right now.

You want him, and that’s his priority; keeping you wanting him.

“Taste so sweet, baby. You want a little?” He says gently against your lips, pressing into your again and letting his tongue sweep into your mouth. You moan, a high and breathy sound that he loves. “That’s right, you like that, don’t you?”

He waits for your nod of approval, how you lunge for his mouth again and happily kiss his lips and jaw as he adjusts his hips to better line himself up with your center. “Joel, please, get inside me already.”

“Impatient.” He mumbles, smirking at you and tilting his head to bite at your ear. He knows you’re ticklish there, wanting to hear your laugh another time before he fills you and loses all sense of himself inside you.

He feels you tilt your hips for him, letting your half-lidded eyes meet his. The head of his cock weeps, aching to be inside you. Joel moves himself to let his head rest against your waiting entrance, beginning the slow slide in.

He can’t stop the thoughts in his mind, racing around in circle. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Once fully seated inside, you both groan in unison, his arms strained to pull away just enough to look down to where you both are connected. “Fuck.” He bites out, looking back up to your face and letting one hand rest on your jaw. “You’re so fucking perfect around me.”

“Joel, move honey.” You whine, reaching out to his shoulders and pulling him back to you. Your nails dig into the taunt muscle, the feeling soothing him.

Honey.

You don’t call him that unless you’re in a different headspace–where you forget the circumstances of why you’re here. It was difficult early on for Joel to get you to relax, even though the act itself made you like putty in his hands. No, he focused on you mentally relaxing, truly forgetting your worries. When you were like this, he could say what he meant. “You’re so perfect baby.” He strains, thrusting into you at a slow and methodical pace. His hips press into the backs of your thighs, his fingers holding around your jaw tighter. “So fucking wet, you wanted this, huh? Wanted me to fuck you like this?”

You nod as he speeds up, the sound of your skin slapping against his now more prominent, the frame of the bed creaking quietly behind it. I love you. I love you. I love you.

He has to stop himself from saying it. The first time he had, he thought it would be the end of whatever the two of you had going. It had slipped out over six months ago, on your way out the door after riding him on the couch.

“I love you.” He had said quietly, watching you redress after climbing off of him.

You turned to him, a half smile on your face. “No, you don’t.” You said simply, waving at him and going on your way. He didn’t expect you to call him after that, and was shocked when just the next night you were on his doorstep waiting for him after work.

And now you’re below him, and just as every time before after that first admission, he wants to say it again. You’re crying out, asking him to come instead of announcing you’re going to, and he speeds up his movements. “You wanna finish around my cock?” He asks, his voice unrecognizable. “I’ll let you, go ahead baby. Let me see it.”

You nod, tears brimming your eyes again for a different reason than before. He feels you tighten in waves around him, sucking him in further as he tries to hold himself back. Joel continues to pump his hips, his lower back tingling with his own release ready.

“J-Joel–” you moan, digging your nails deeper into his shoulder. “Come inside me, pl-please.”

He grunts, forgetting himself and pushing forward with a whine he’s never heard leave his mouth. His eyes close as his come coats your walls, warm and welcoming of it. Joel rests his forehead against yours, sweaty skin pressed to sweaty skin, smiling down at you and breathing heavily. “Fuck baby–”

“Don’t call me that, honey.” You tease, eyes fluttering shut and an award winning smile spreading across your face.

He pulls out, wincing at how tight you are around him still, resting on his side and letting his arm wrap around your middle. “Stay?” He asks quietly, watching you turn your head and opening your eyes to look at him.

You think for a moment. “I need to clean up, and then I’ll decide.”

He grunts in disapproval, letting you slip out of his grasp and step into the ensuite bathroom. The light blinds him briefly, your ass the only thing he can see as you lean over the sink to get a closer look in the mirror. Joel props his head up, watching as you push up on the balls of your feet to get closer, your arms coming out to the door frame and leaning over to look at him. “Do you have wipes?”

He had bought some after the first few times of you being there, asking every time if he had any. He had got you to say what brand they were, and he kept them stocked now. “First drawer on the right.”

You hum happily, pulling out a face wipe and turning back to him, watching him as you scrub at your forehead and cheeks. “Did you want to clean up?”

He shakes his head. “Want to keep you on me, if you don’t mind?”

You smirk, rolling your eyes as if you don’t care. When you finish, you flick the light off and walk toward the bed, Joel blinded briefly from the change in light. “Where’d you go, baby?”

“I’m here.” You whisper, shifting the bed as you climb in and pull the covers from the other side to cover you both. You’re still naked, now cooled skin against him. “I’ll stay, if that’s okay.”

“Of course.” He whispers back, smiling to himself and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, enjoying how you snuggle into his body and neck, fitting perfectly with him. “I’d let you stay as long as you want. You know that.”

You sigh, circling your fingers against his chest hair. “What if…” you trail off, fear taking hold of your voice in a way that makes Joel uncomfortable. He squeezes an arm around you, waiting. “What if I’m too scared to have things change?” You whisper, tensing in his arms.

Joel remains relaxed, his mind swimming with I love you, I love you, let me love you. He sighs, pressing another kiss to your head. “I’m here for when you need me, if you want me.” He says quietly, feeling you relax in his arms again.

Your eyelashes flutter against his skin, your breath slowing down and becoming deeper. As you fall asleep, Joel swallows harshly. He’s here when you need him, and it was never going to change.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou

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seoliee · 2 months

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LAD Men as Cats

Here again to serve pure fluffiness. I love cats and I love LAD Men. So, I thought, why don't I try to mix the two together and here we are.

Kind of weird to make my precious fishy; Rafayel into a cat though because he absolutely hates them.

Oh and no, Caleb in this one. I might make a separate one for him though like I did last time. I'LL STOP NOW SORRY.

What if they're your pet cats?

Word Count: 1.5k words

— RAFAYEL : Grey Birman

• Rafayel was a birthday gift from your best friend. You were immediately pulled in by his mesmerizing eyes that seemed to shine and bore deep within you. The first time you took him into your arms, he looks up at you with a guarded gaze followed up with a low growl.

• It didn't take long for Rafayel to get used to you and his new surroundings, his bursts of energy zooming all over the place that you sometimes can't keep up with him.

• Being an office worker and situated to work from home. You're always confined in your study and in front of a computer often leaving Rafayel on his own company.

• There was a time that you were in a zoom call with your bosses when Rafayel leaps up on your computer desk. He meows softly, trying to get your attention but you were far too focused on your work. He rubs the side of his face on your hand that rests on top of the mouse, and you returned the gesture by petting his cheek in which he purrs at.

• Rafayel walks in front of you, blocking your vision with his built and his fluffy fur as his long puffy tail glides under your chin in the playful manner. You excused yourself from the call and places him down. "Not now, Rafayel. Be patient." You gave him a quick pet before returning to your call.

• Being a very affectionate and somewhat mischievous cat. Rafayel wouldn't let that slide. He leaps up on top of a drawer where one of your mini ornaments were located, eyeing one of them. He heard you calling him, mouthing words that says 'Don't think about it.' So now you finally gave him the attention he wants. His paw gently hits the ornament off of the drawer as it fell down on the carpet flooring and he scurries away.

• After the call ended. You went to pick up the fallen ornament and much to your relief it wasn't broken. When you went downstairs, you saw Rafayel perched down on the armrest of your couch, his eyes on you. He jumped off, running up to you and rubbing himself and subtly wrapping his tail around your legs while purring. Acting as if nothing happened.

• You sigh, picking him up into your arms. You can't stay mad at him. "You're a very naughty kitty, y'know that?" You pull him into your arms, hugging him as he leans into your touch. "But it's part of your charm." Though, you still have to reprimand his actions by not giving him any treats in the next few days.

— XAVIER : White Turkish Angora

• You arrived home from work only to see a puff of white ball on your porch. You slowly got closer, realizing it's a cat curled into a ball and sleeping. You crouched down to take a closer look.

• The cat wakes up, stretching its limps then looking up at you with narrowed sleepy eyes, blinking slowly. You were sure it would scurry away, but it didn't even moved an inch from its spot.

• You reached your hand out to it, waiting for it to do something, but it only watches as your hand gets closer, letting you scratch the side of its head and leaning into your hand which melted your heart immediately. The cat got up on its four legs, and goes to rub against you. There you noticed it doesn't have a collar on. You obviously can't leave it to fend for itself out in the coldness of the night so you did the most reasonable thing and let it inside. The cat immediately went over to your couch, finding a good spot and going back to sleep. It's as if it already owns your place, you think.

• The next morning. You visit the local veterinary clinic to get the cat checked. There, you found out it's a male cat. You made eye contact with him, silently apologizing for calling him a 'she' last night. The vet also said he doesn't have a microchip on him, but is a very healthy cat, adding that he's also very friendly and calm.

• Once both of you are home. You took decent pictures of him, deciding to make posters and spread it around the neighborhood in case he has a family. After all, he might've had a collar, but lost it somewhere. You heard a low meowing sound, switching your gaze down and there he is looking up at you expectedly. "You're hungry, aren't you?" You chuckled, going into the kitchen and him following you. You open the cupboard, taking out a can of wet catfood and transferring its contents on his bowl afterwards setting it down, allowing him to eat. You decide to keep him until his owners claim him. If nobody comes for him in a month, you're going to keep him.

• The next days were quite eventful. You came home to him waiting for you by the door, greeting you with a very happy meow which dissipates all your fatigue away. Ever since having him, you no longer felt lonely and you always looked forward to coming home. He always slept next to you, and wakes up at the same time as you. He practically follows you everywhere in the house which you found adorable and endearing.

• You sat down on your couch with him laying comfortably on your lap as you pet his fur. Instead of watching whatever is on the television, your eyes are on him. A thought came into your mind, and that's naming him. But, you quickly tossed the thought away as naming him would only make you more attached to him and by then, letting him go would hurt you than it should've. Your chest felt tight at the thought of losing his companionship. It may sound selfish, but you silently prayed that nobody would come to claim him.

• One day, you came home from work and as usual he's there at the door step waiting for her like he always does. You pick him up into your arms, then setting him down on the couch and kneeling in front of him. You open your bag to take something out and reaches your hands to the back of his head. You retreat your hands away, letting the light tag rest on his neck and engraved with the name 'Xavier'.

• Indeed, a month has already passed and thankfully, nobody came. "Xavier. Do you like that name?" As if responding to her. Xavier goes up to you and gently licked your chin, you melt and nuzzles against him which he reciprocates with a loud purr. You will no longer feel lonely with Xavier around.

— ZAYNE : Black Persian

• Zayne was given to you by your cousin who told you she couldn't keep him anymore because him and her other male cat kept attacking each other. You, on the other hand have no qualms on adopting him. The thought of having a non-human companion is better than having an actual human.

• Zayne is a very quiet and aloof cat. Very quiet. At first, you thought that all cats are like him, but you watched a few cat videos where some of them would act like him, but have random bursts of energy at times and are playful. Zayne on the other hand, you looked at him at the other end of the couch, he seemed to mind his own business and is very cold.

• You tried to play with the toy stick with a mouse attached on the end only for him to ignore you completely. He didn't even spared you a single glance. You never thought there will be a time where your heart was broken by a cat. From that moment, you made a vow to yourself that you would make him love you.

• You started by inching closer, petting his head. At first, he moved away from your hand and ran off. But, you didn't stop and kept on trying until he would only flinch for a bit, but never run away. Though, he never purred.

• Then one day, you came home later than usual from work. To your surprise, you saw Zayne by the porch of your front door, as if waiting for you. You took him into your arms, snuggling him close. "You must've been worried. I'm sorry." Once they're inside, he jumped out of your arms and went back to his usual self. You only chuckled, this is the most affection you can get from him and you won't complain anymore.

• The next morning. You slowly opened your eyes, expecting to see what she always sees in the morning, but a tuff of black fur blocks your vision. Your heart warms and melts. This is the first time Zayne has slept on your bed and right next to you. Most importantly, he's purring. Your hand moves on its own and gently pets his head, he slightly opens his eyes, his gaze on you for a bit and went back to sleep, purring even louder.

Writing is very therapeutic to me. I can freely write down my ideas and let them unfold.

Thank you for reading until the end.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader

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lowkeycasanova · 2 months

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have a baby by me

trafalgar law x f!reader

Plot: Law wants to have another baby

warnings: smut, breeding kink (18+)

*pic isn't mine. all creds to the original owner, whoever you are*

You blink open your eyes, realizing you’re in Law’s arms and his lips softly pressed to the skin on your shoulder. His leg is in between yours and you can feel his morning wood against your backside but that’ll be dealt with later.

Gently escaping his grasp, you slide off the bed and into the bathroom. Law should be waking up soon now. He usually wakes up minutes after you leave his arms.

You close the bathroom door, enveloping the quiet solitude of the morning. The soft glow of dawn peeks its way through the window casting a warm hue on the tiles as you make your way to the sink.

Before turning on the water, you pause. You senses heightened. You listen out for Damien in the fact that he might be awake. Usually you hear the pattering of his feet against the floor, or maybe he's playing with his toys and talking to himself. At least he sleeps through the night.

It's around his second birthday now and your mind drifts back to when you found out you were pregnant with him.

When your breasts started becoming tender, Law spectulated that you might be pregnant. You brushed him off because he came off as unserious. Also because you two weren't trying. Sure, you talked about it and you were both for having children, but it wasn't planned.

With him being a doctor, he started getting nervous when you started getting heartburn and when you finally began vomiting all the time, he went out and bought too many pregnacy tests and made you drink water until your stomach hurt.

Fast forward nine months after that, nothing woke him up faster when you went into labor that night. You were irritable and in pain for twelve hours. Thirty minutes into the second stage of labor, your son was born. He was born with a full head of dark hair and bright yellow eyes, just like father.

You named him Damien, he was the kind of baby that was constantly on the move. If he wasn't sleeping, he was exploring his surroundings.

He's a good kid. Sure, there are times where he throws his tantrums. He is a toddler after all and it's just his way of asserting his independence. However, there are times when he will patiently wait for his food and play quietly whenever Law took him to his office and worked.

And the rest of the crew were always down to help. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi loved him. They were the only ones that could make Damien laugh as hard as he did. His face becomes red and he lets out this loud, yet infectiousbelly laugh.

Damien plays with them a lot.

As you finish up your morning routine, you hear that telltale morning groan. A smile comes across your face as you peek back into the bedroom, watching as Law slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes.

"Mhmm, good morning." he says in that deep, raspy voice that makes you want to jump on him. "Is Damien up yet?"

"Don't think so. But thank God he's not wailing in the middle of the night anymore."

"I kinda miss that."

You raise an eyebrow. "Really?"

Law shrugs. "It's just a reminder that he's getting older."

He reaches out his hand to you and you immediately walk over and grab it, letting him pull you back in bed. You sit against the pillows and he lays down on his side, his arms wrapping around your waist.

He lets out a sigh, trailing a fingertip along your arm as if he wanted your attention but didn't wanna ask for it.

"Do you need something?" you joke.

He rests his chin on your shoulder and looks up at you with a mischevous gaze in his eye.

"Do you want another baby?"

You tensed up and his inquiry hung in the air. Finally meeting his gaze, he continues to trace your arm and maintains eye contact. He's cautious though, hoping he didn't overstep a line by asking.

The weight of the question settling in you. Of course you wanted another kid. The joys that came with parenthood were undeniable, but it was also a lot of responsibility.

"It's something to think about, isn't it." you say with a soft smile, breaking the silence.

He grins and moves his hand from your arm to under your shirt, kneading the soft skin. "Let's have sex."

You chuckle in amusement. "Kids are a lot of work." you tell him and hug your arms around your waist, inadvertently pushing his out the way.

Law knows you too well. Your subtle action manifested because you still weren't in love with your body yet. He uses his palm to lift himself up and give you a kiss on the cheek. A sign to remind you that he still found you beautiful.

"Law," you begin in a soft voice. "I don't know." You don't tell him why- because he has the responsibility of being a captain to his crew and you would need all the help you can get raising the kids- but he knows.

"No, no, listen," he says and turns all of his attention to you. "I want to take a break from being out on the water. I've already talked it over with the crew. Traveling around like this, it's not safe for him." He pauses, squinting slightly. "I want our son to have a stable environment, go to school, make friends. I want him to have siblings to grow up with. We'll go back out to sea eventually, but for now, I want to live a different kind of life."

You studied his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and the love he held for his family. Also, deep down, you think it's because he envisions his kids to have the life that he experienced, before it was taken from him.

You gently caress his lip with your fingertips and he puckers them, giving them a quick kiss.

"You really mean that, don't you?"

He nods.

You look up at the ceiling and slowly exhale. You have been wanting to discuss another baby but that would be coupled with the asking him to take a break from his work. But he's willing to do ut for you already. A smirk flashes across your face and you lean in to give him a kiss. "Let's have a baby then."

You don't need to tell him twice.

He maneuvers his body to face you, the lower half of your bodies still concealed by the sheets, and pulling you in for a searing kiss, tongues moving slowly with each other. You reach up and grab his hair to tug on it, just enough how he likes it. Feeling his hands on your waist, it's easy to lose track of time. But Damien's room is down the hall and he will be up any minute now.

While he's kissing you, he reaches down and pushes the fabric covering up your pussy to the side so he can use his hand to rub on the slick that's gathering in between your folds. His hand then sldies to the top of your underwear, fumbling with the fabric.

"Law don't-"

Too late. He's ripped them off before you can finish your thought, balled it in his fist and tossed them to the side.

"Sorry." he mumbles so casually before leaning back down to kiss you again. But you know he's not. He does this often.

His two middle fingers push themselves inside you, hitting that spot that you need. You lean in to press yourself into his neck to kiss him there. Mainly to keep your voice down.

"I'll buy you some more." he hums.

"You know," you say in a voice that's barely above a breath. "They're pretty good quality, and the fact that you can rip them off like that is pretty impressive."

His eyes darken with lust as your comment pratically fuels his ego.

"God." he mutters.

He moves to lay on his back, impatiently shuffling off the sheets as an invitation for you to straddle him. You accept it as you move one leg over his, reaching down to grab his cock to align it with your dripping pussy. You're wet enough so it doesn't take much effort to sink down on him. You love how he fills you up whole. You lean in to kiss him and he meets you halfway in an attempt to silence your moans, pulling away once your fully down on him.

He laughs halfheartedly when you give him a smile and you move your hips to try to adjust to him. His hands knead your ass and eyes squeeze shut as you pull up off him then slide back down. Since having a kid, you two haven't been having sex as often, but that doesn't matter. You'll always have to adjust to him.

"Mmph fuck me."

You bury your face into his neck again as you ride him, his hands helpng you out at a steady pace. The sounds of skin slapping fills the room along with your occasional whines and his occasional grunts as he thrusts into you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, surely to leave crescent marks behind. But you don't care and neither does he.

"You know what?" he says in a low voice. Your ear is right next to his mouth, so you have no choice but to listen. "I'm gonna fucking fill you up. Fill you up to the brim with my cum and force you to take all of it."

His words cause you to clench around him.

"Fuck, and then- mmph fuck- then I'm gonna do it again. I'm gonna fuck you again. I'm gonna fucking get you pregnant and watch you swell with my baby."

He palms your clit with just enough pressure to make you squirm, a hand still on your leg to encourage you to keep rocking your hips against him. You're overstimulated now. You clench and unclench and you finally reach your high.

"That's a good girl." he coaxes. "Now tell me how much you want my baby."

Your legs are exhausted from riding him for so long. At this point, all you want it for his to release inside you. "Please," your voice is desperate. "Want you to cum inside me. F-fill me up and get me pregnant."

In that second, he flips you over so you're on your back. Interlocking his fingers with yours and holding them above your head. He's thrusting into you so hard that the headboard is striking the wall. He grabs it to try to keep it stable. But all other ways to try to be quiet? Forget about it. Your hands aimlessly roam his back and he's groaning and his movements quivering.

"Oh my-fuck." He groans, slamming his hips into yours and you can feel him erupt. His head dips down into your neck as he releases, keeping his whole shaft inside, as deep as he can, and his tip as close to your cervix as possible. "Take it all, babygirl."

He pulls out and flops right down in front of you to where he's putting his weight on his bent knees. You're so tired, you can't even muster the energy to get up. So you lay there, still on your back with your legs open right where he can see.

You're a little embarrased that he's looking at you with that amazed expression. However, you begin to feel his cum seep out, so you take a hold of his cock and use the tip to sweep it back and deposit the white fluid back in.

Looking back up at him, he's left with his mouth agape.

"That...you...I..."

He's so astonished at your action, he can't even speak.

"You're so sexy."

He leans in with the intent of kissing you, but is interrupted by pattering against the floor on the other side of the door.

"Mama!"

You cover your face with the palm of your hand. Law quickly gets off of you and scrambles to put his pants on. "I got him. You stay right there."

#one piece fanfiction #one piece law #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece trafalgar law #one piece smut #trafalgar law smut #law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law

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stevenose · 11 days

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don’t delete the kisses - part 8/?

landing page

a camboy!steve au

this installment contains: more smut!! more bonding!! more cute shit!!; camboy!steve; reader with a vagina; ‘princess’ is used in reference to reader once; oral (reader receiving); slight bit of orgasm denial; steve tryna be a s*gar d*ddy; caring steve <3 like steve literally getting off on taking care of u 🫶🏻

though this is written as part of a series, it can be read as a standalone fic!

author’s note: we back gang 🫶🏻 i hope you enjoy this installment! i have a lot more ideas now of where i can take this au so excited to continue it :) and hopefully i will update it before 10 more months pass lmao

You assume, based on the way light filters in through your curtains, that it’s a little after 6 am.

And Steve’s still here.

He’s curled up into your side. Hotter than a radiator but you never move away from him. Not even when you’re sweating from the proximity - of being near him, of holding him when he’s sleeping, vulnerable.

You can still feel the ache he left between your thighs.

You’d stayed up for a while just talking. Admiring. It wasn’t supposed to be a sleepover. But when Steve fell asleep halfway through talking about winning his senior year basketball championship, you couldn’t possibly find it in your heart to wake him up. And at some point in the night his lonely fingers found your side and they haven’t left since.

Robin was right. He does snore.

You’re too wound up to fall back asleep. It feels like something life changing just happened and you’re not sure how to feel about it. What’s he going to say when he wakes up? What if he regrets it? And that cold, terrified grip holds on to your chest, heartbeat quickening.

Steve moans a little behind you. Not like how he sounded last night. It’s innocent, tired, small. His arm pulls you in tighter and then he props himself up to stare at the side of your face.

You look over your shoulder at his messy hair, the little bit of scruff that grew in over his top lip overnight.

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, laying back down, pulling you in even closer. He kisses the junction of your shoulder and neck sweetly, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your ribcage.

You have to swallow an elated squeal.

“Why’re you up?” his voice is deep, hoarse.

You smile, pushing back into him. “You were snoring.”

He tickles you - well, tries to with his sleepy hands. “I don’t snore.”

“Okay.”

Steve giggles - a sound you’ve never heard in your life, one you’d like to cherish forever - and tucks his chin over your shoulder. “You okay?”

You melt into his touch. Sweat beads at your hairline but you don’t mind. “Mhm.”

He sounds a little more concerned when he asks, “You sure?”

“I promise.” You find his hand under the cover and lace your fingers through his. “I’m glad you’re here.”

He sighs, relieved. “Me, too.”

You’re almost positive he’s fallen back to sleep. His breaths even, get a little shallow. But then he talks again. “Can y’sleep?”

“Think I might just be awake,” you whisper. “But you can keep sleeping.”

“I’m up.”

You hum. “I’m not convinced.”

He rolls you over until you’re on your back, then props himself up above you. One hand finds your cheek and his sleepy eyes search yours for just a moment before he kisses you.

You have never cared less about morning breath.

It’s like he’s touching you for the first time again. All tender and reserved. His thumb swipes across your hot cheekbone and he presses his nose against yours when he pulls back. “Could a sleepy guy do that?”

You’re left a little speechless. You wish you had something funny and clever to say but you’re simply just enamored staring up at his soft face.

Steve looks like he’s thinking for a second, then says, “I can do more, you know.”

“I’m very aware.”

“You want somethin’?” His hand moves down your torso and rests at your hipbone, giving it a little squeeze. “You did all the work last night.”

You feel just as you did last night - excited, scared, sick, overjoyed, ache-y. “That’s not true,” you breathe.

Steve shrugs a shoulder. “Well, I don’t mind doing the work.”

You’re entranced. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your hips and he waits for you to say something, looking shy himself. You lick your lips subconsciously. “I don’t mind you doing the work, either.”

He grins and you feel so stupid. But he doesn’t give you a single moment to think of something better to say.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says softly. “I’d do anything for you. Anything you wanted.”

You nod dumbly.

He smiles a little, raising a brow slightly. “What do you want right now, sweetheart?”

You’re looking at his lips and yeah, you want those. You want those in so many places. And that tongue - a ribbon of arousal tightens in your stomach. “I want you.”

“I know you can do better than that,” he coos, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You want what?”

You can’t speak, so you reach up and tap his lips with your fingers. Your face heats up when he kisses them. “You want my mouth?”

You nod. “Please?”

He kisses them again. “Where do you want it?”

You swallow hard and spread your legs. Last night was intense but this is something else. It’s six in the morning for Christ’s sake. And he looks like he just walked out of a porn shoot.

“Down here?” he asks, finally tucking his thumb into the waistband of your underwear. “Need my mouth on this pretty pussy?”

“Please?” you repeat. You can hardly hear yourself.

Your fingers slide away from his lips as he moves down the bed, throwing the covers to the side for a good look at you. You just about die at the sight of him, hair messy and still so perfect, naked shoulders broad, biceps flexing as he props himself up. “Help me out, huh, baby?”

You lift your hips for him to slide your underwear off. He places them neatly beside you on the bed, pats them twice with a wink. Whatever that means. You laugh, taking a moment to soak in the boy below you with his charm and gleaming eyes and freckles.

And then he parts your legs.

Your breaths hitch at the same time.

The air is cold on your center and you know you’re soaked. Embarrassingly so. But Steve is either indifferent or very much into it, because he says nothing, chestnut eyes trained on your core.

“This okay?” he asks, tearing his eyes away and blinking up at your face.

You nod vigorously. “Yeah, Steve.”

He turns his head to the side to kiss the inside of your thigh. It tickles. “Can you tell me what you want, please?”

You swallow hard, hands finding purchase on the sheets beneath you. “I want you to eat me out, Steve.”

He smiles softly and kisses up your thighs slowly. Occasionally he’ll press open-mouthed kisses to the skin, watching you squirm while he slots himself between them. “Want to know a secret?”

You want to know them all. Every last one. “Mhm.”

“I’ve cum thinking about having you like this before.” Another open-mouthed kiss. “All to myself.” Another. “Tasting how sweet you are, feeling you cum on my tongue.”

You’re more than breathless.

“Thought about it when recording. Had to grit my teeth to not moan your name.”

You listen attentively, burning up.

“And I thought about it at work sometimes,” he admits sheepishly. “About bending you over… eating you out behind the counter… and then I’d come home, set up my camera, and jerk off to it.”

You’re panting by now, his soft lips inching closer and closer to where you need him. You must be making a mess on your bed.

“So, if you think you’re a perv….”

He takes a moment to suck a hickey into your thigh and you finally whine, worked up to a boiling point.

“I thought about - about it, too.”

“Yeah?” Steve sounds hopeful. He readjusts himself below you. Wraps his arms around the backs of your thighs, planting you in place.

It feels a little bit like you’re on a rollercoaster, waiting for the drop.

“I’ve thought about everything with you.”

Inexplicably, Steve’s eyes both brighten and darken at once.

“I’ll give everything to you.”

It’s the most romantic goddamn thing anyone’s ever said to you, and a second later he’s eating your cunt like it’s his last meal.

“Oh -!” you gasp, hips jerking up. His strong arms hold you in place, keeps you still while he licks slowly up and down your folds. His tongue, hot and wet and thick, soothes the ache where he worked you open last night. Your head sinks into your pillow, unfocused eyes staring up at the pale blue light on your ceiling. “Oh …!”

“Mhm,” he hums, licks so slow it almost kills you. Your clit throbs, hole clenching, desperate for his affections again. He pulls away, just for a moment, chin already slick and eyes the color of coffee. “You taste so good.”

Steve’s lips wrap around your folds and he sucks. You gasp and arch your back but Steve pins you down again. He isn’t keen on letting you get away from the worship you deserve. He pulls back to look at you again, at your glistening cunt and pleasure-dazed eyes. “Oh, sweetheart. Hold on.”

And his hands reach upwards from where they’re tucked under you. You reach for them, letting your hands interlace again. They lock into place and he squeezes sympathetically, like he knows he’s about to ruin you.

He doesn’t pull any punches when he resumes. The tip of his tongue traces tight circles into your clit and you writhe again, back twisting, whining out for him. He moves slow and methodically and you wish he would just finish you off. It’s almost torturous how gingerly he moves, even if there’s a good reason for it.

Steve doesn’t want to just make you feel good. He wants to devour you. He wants to dedicate the feeling of you, the taste of you, the sounds of your pleasure, all to memory.

And then he purses his lips and sucks on your clit.

You’re so far gone. Eyes rolling back, legs tightening around his face. “Oh my god Steeeeeeve!”

He giggles, but doesn’t stop. Keeps his lips wrapped tight around you, keeps sucking. It makes a perverse noise, so dirty that it makes your stomach flip. Your eyes roll back painfully and just when it’s about to be too much he finally unlatches himself and soothes your swollen clit with a broad stroke of his tongue. He dips down, pushing his face into you to taper his tongue into your hole.

“Oh my god, oh my god, fuck….”

The tip of his nose rubs against your clit steadily while he tastes you. “So gorgeous,” he purrs, his breath fanning against your cunt. “You ever taste yourself?”

“God - no -“

Steve sighs like it’s a pity, then goes back to work. He moves where you need him, just as you need it, like he’s a mind reader. You twist and writhe in his grip before finally getting loose from his hands. They’re clammy as you reach for his hair, tugging just how he likes, and he quite literally growls as his efforts increase tenfold.

Little unhs are torn from your throat. Your eyes roll back and forth, hooded when you finally get the courage to steal a glance at him. His highlighted hair tangled up in your fingers, his back rippling, the veins on his hands popping just a bit as he pins you down. He’s grinding his hips, too, and you moan over that - he loves eating you out so much he’s trying to get off on it.

Your heartbeat hammers in your ears.

“Fingers,” you choke out, tugging on his locs. “Fingers, please Steve?”

“Yeah?” He pulls back, your grip loosening, and he lines his middle finger up with you. “You’re such an angel, know that? Always sayin’ please.”

His fingertip teasing you is driving you to insanity. You swallow hard. “Let’s talk about it another time.”

He laughs again, white teeth gleaning. “What’s wrong? Pussy’s so empty, huh?”

You nod. “Please, I’ll do anything for it.”

His smile turns a little evil. “Okay. Then here’s what’s going to happen.”

He slides his finger into you and you gasp. The pad of it settles right against your sweet spot. He crooks his finger just right and you moan loudly, needily, grinding your hips down.

Steve looks up at you with a little bit of awe and a lot of determination. “I’m going to pay for your rent ‘til you find another job.”

“But -“

Crooks his finger again, makes you cut yourself off with another moan. His other hand moves to your clit, rubbing slow circles into it.

“Mhm, and I’ll get your groceries, too, and I’ll pay for our dates. Treat you like a princess because it’s what you deserve.”

“You can’t,” you reply hoarsely.

“Let me,” he breathes, “or I won’t let you cum.”

Your hands twist hard into your bedsheets. Steve’s fingers move slow, enough to keep your mind hazy, unable to think straight.

“Not fair,” you whimper.

“It’s not fair you lost your job,” he coos sympathetically.

You shake your head. “Not - not fair you’re h-helping.”

“I want to give you the world.” His eyes are soft, his fingers moving faster, calculated. “Let me.”

Your legs shake around his shoulders. “I - but I -“

His mouth replaces the thumb on your clit and you’re gone again. Nothing but a little toy for him to play with. Mind blank, focused on nothing but the coil in your stomach, his tongue swiping across your nub, his lips sucking, his finger curling.

“Fuck.” It’s all you can say.

“Let me,” he moans against your skin, panting a little. “Let me take care of you.”

“Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve….”

“Say yes.” His voice is rough, hoarse. “Say yes or you won’t cum, baby, ‘nd I wanna see it, wanna see you cum again, please angel.”

Your mouth drops, pleasure and shame heightening in your stomach. You shouldn’t let him. But you want taken care of. And if he’s begging for you to let him, why wouldn’t you?

And, anyway, you really need to cum.

So you nod, mouth dropping open as your high comes to a head. “Y- yes!”

If you could open your eyes, you’d see how happy Steve is. “Yeah? Gonna let me?”

You nod again. “Shit, Steve!”

“Yeah, honey,” he grits, lips still tickling your clit, his finger working your sweet spot, his dick grinding into your bed. “So goddamn pretty, let me taste you when you cum.”

His breath is loud when his mouth engulfs your pussy again. You gasp and reach for his hair, fisting it like it’ll keep you tethered to reality. Your body goes stiff as you cum, clenching down on his finger so hard you’re both not sure how it doesn’t break. Steve groans lowly, tongue and lips still unwavering, sucking your clit into ecstasy.

You feel so good, so taken care of, that you cry, hot tears spilling down your face as you squeeze your eyes shut. Bliss washes over you swiftly and leaves you warm and relaxed in his wake. It seems to last forever. You’re breathless and dizzy by the time you’ve calmed down, body going slack again.

Steve finally pulls himself away from you. A thick string of saliva connects you together. You moan at his flushed, wet cheeks.

“You’re so good at that,” you pant.

He grins, pushes his hair back out of his face before crawling up towards you. He’s quick to grab your chin and press a kiss to your lips. You taste yourself for the first time ever. And it’s hot, for no reason. Steve licks into your mouth with it before pulling back.

“You like how that tastes?” he asks, playing with your bottom lip.

You look at him wide-eyed. “Uh-huh.”

“Me, too. Know how much I love it?”

You shake your head.

“I just came in my boxers.”

You gasp, elated. “You mean it?”

He scrunches his nose. “It’s really not that hot.”

“Are you kidding?” you whisper, reaching up for his face. “That’s so goddamn hot, Steve.”

He groans, as if you’re kidding him, and rolls off to lay beside you. You’re quick to stare at his crotch, mouth dropping at the stain spreading over the cotton. He pulls you into his chest before you can properly admire it, and bumps his nose against yours.

“You’re gonna let me, right?”

Your brows furrow. “Cum in your pants?”

“No! I mean about taking care of you.”

“Oh.” You almost forgot about all that. “It’s - you’re so nice, Steve, but my rent’s hundreds of dollars -“

“Okay?”

You narrow your eyes slightly. “Alright, don’t brag.”

“It’s only fair. I owe you, remember? Since you paid for my porn?”

Like you could forget.

“And in some ways, you’re like a business partner.”

“How?”

He kisses the tip of your nose. “I can assure you I’ve cum to the thought of you in at least half of my videos.”

If it were anyone else, you’d be disgusted, but it’s Steve. Dorky Steve who’s holding you like you’re precious right now, who just sucked your brain out of your clit. You’re a little flattered, in fact.

“You said yes before,” he reminds you.

“I can take it back.”

He furrows his brows, frowns, hums like he’s thinking. “Mmm, don’t think so.”

“Well, I already came, so….”

“Angel,” he sighs, rolling you into your back, crowding back on top of you. His cock is still half hard against your core. “I can always make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

You lick your lips, heart beating so fast it feels like it’s skipping. “Oh, yeah? Don’t think you’d last.”

He smiles and kisses your forehead. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

But he still leaves you a stack of hundreds on your bedside table when he’s about to go, refuses to take it back when you try shoving it into his hands.

“Just ‘til you get another job,” he says softly, holding your wrists gently in his hands, the hundreds curled up in your fist. “Let me help ‘til then, okay?”

“Fine,” you whisper, still feeling ashamed.

You both have an idea for another job in mind, but neither of you say anything.

#steve harrington smut #stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #ddtk

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thatfandomslut · 3 months

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Healing You

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: description of an injury & fluff that might rot your teeth

Request:

Can I re request properly for a Regina x reader where there’s loads of hurt/comfort and Regina’s back problems because the bus can be a part of it. Thank you so so much

Mean Girls requests are open.

When Regina George sent a text to her girlfriend that she was in desperate need of a back massage, (Y/n) made sure to pack all of her essential oils. Regina had finally lost her corrective neck collar but still had severe back pain due to the bus accident. Anytime she needed a massage, (Y/n) was there with essential oils and what could be a new career as a masseuse. Or, at least, that was what Regina deemed as (Y/n) gently rubbed out the knots that had formed down Regina's back. Regina wasn't sure if she was tearing up at how much pain she was in, or if she was tearing up because it felt so good.

(Y/n) gently kissed the back of her head as tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes shut as her chin rested on top of the pillows gently. "What's wrong, princess?" (Y/n) asked as her thumbs gently rolled over her skin carefully. She made sure to work hard at the deep knots but to be careful to not further injure the girl. She was always so gentle when massaging Regina, recognizing all of her limits or signs of pain. "Does it hurt? Would you like me to stop?" (Y/n) inquired softly, easing up on her touch. She didn't want to keep massaging Regina if it hurt.

"No, no, please keep going," Regina gasped as (Y/n) fingers got right back to work. Regina wiped some tears away as she thought about all of the words inside her head. "I was just thinking of how I wasn't a good friend to Gretchen, Karen, or Cady. Nor was I always nice to you. And, I'm sorry. I know I don't use that word very often, but I genuinely mean it. I'm sorry I wasn't a good girlfriend, (Y/n)."

The notion rendered (Y/n) speechless as she took in Regina's words. Her fingers slowed to a stop as she lay next to Regina, gently nudging her so that she could meet Regina's ice-blue eyes. "You were never a bad girlfriend. Neither of us is perfect, but that doesn't make us bad. If you were ever mean to me, we talked it through. I am happy and content with you. I think an apology could go a long way with the girls, especially Gretchen, but you were never a bad girlfriend to me." (Y/n) whispered, letting her know that this growth was okay and normal to go through.

Regina nodded before leaning over to kiss (Y/n), who responded quickly, kissing her back. (Y/n) smiled on Regina's lips, glad to have brought her comfort in what seemed to be her hour of need. Gently pulling away, (Y/n) placed another kiss on Regina's nose and the other on her forehead. "Do you want me to keep massaging you, or would you like to take a nap? I could wake you up when it's time for your pain medication." Everything was on a schedule for Regina. Normally, (Y/n) would get calls and texts asking for massages around this time because it was when her medicine would be wearing off and she would need more.

Regina smiled as she thought for a moment. "Would it be wrong to ask for both? I could really take a good nap as you massaged me. When I fall asleep, you could also hold me." Regina offered as she tried to bribe (Y/n) into something she already knew she was going to do. (Y/n) moved to continue her massage, agreeing to Regina's offer easily. She didn't need Regina to bribe her with cuddles in order for her to massage Regina as she fell asleep.

It wasn't long before Regina's soft snores were heard, and (Y/n) stopped herself from massaging Regina's back. Sneaking off the bed, she made her way to Regina's bathroom as she washed her hands from the essential oils she had on her hands. Returning, she was happy to see Regina still asleep. (Y/n) laid in bed as she gently cuddled up to the girl, holding her close as she set an alarm. She wanted to make sure that Regina received her medicine.

The alarm's beeping woke (Y/n) up from her dozing as she pulled away from Regina, who groaned in protest. Retrieving the medicine, she gave Regina her water jug to take it. "Why do you stay here and help me so much (Y/n)? I really appreciate it, but don't you have other things to do? I don't want to be a burden." If there was anything that had changed about Regina since the bus accident, it was her speaking up about insecurities. And ever since (Y/n) had been coming over to help her, Regina constantly checked to make sure she wasn't being a burden or keeping (Y/n) from something.

"Healing you is very important to me, Regina. It's why I make sure you get proper rest to heal. I learned how to do massages, and what essential oils are the best, and I would do all of that again if you ever needed me to. I love you, and I will always take care of you whenever you need me to." (Y/n) said softly before sitting next to Regina and taking the water bottle back to sit on the nightstand. "It's what partners do. They take care of each other."

Regina smiled over at her, more comfortable and less insecure. "I love you, too. Thank you for all you have been doing to help me (Y/n). Your support and care have meant the absolute world to me." Regina admitted, laying down and motioning over at (Y/n) to join her. (Y/n) accepted the invitation happily before snuggling up to her girlfriend and pulling her into her arms carefully. She would always be there for Regina, no matter what, and she knew that Regina would do the same for her, too.

#regina george x reader #regina george #mean girls x reader #mean girls

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aerynwrites · 7 months

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Late Nights

Gale Dekarios x GN!Reader

A/N: thank you @chaoticlicense for this request, it was so fun to write for this lovely Bookworm of a man and I can’t wait to do more for him soon! Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

You wake to the faint light of the moon streaming through the window and the familiar feeling of cool sheets beside you, signifying the absence of your lover.

A sigh leaves your lips as you stretch, your hand reaching out to brush the empty spot next to you, joints popping as sleep slowly creeps away.

He’s probably in the library again, you think, used to Gale’s late night musings.

It truly is a chore trying to keep that man in bed sometimes, his mind always wandering and keeping him up at all odd hours of the night.

Missing the warmth of your other half, you begrudgingly slide out from the sheets, feet hitting the cold stone floor as you sit up.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you stand, reaching out to tug a blanket from the end of the bed to wrap around your shoulders. The tower stays chilly, and with autumn creeping in day by day, the cool air is becoming a constant.

With the soft fabric providing you a little warmth, you make your way from the bedroom and down the stairs towards the library on the bottom floor.

Your feet pad quietly on the worn stone, the ends of the blanket whispering behind you until you finally reach your destination.

The door is cracked slightly, and you slip into the room near silently, eyes adjusting to the light. It’s dimly lit, candles and sconces being the only source of light down here..

“Sunlight will ruin even the most well-made tomes, best to keep them squandered away from her harsh rays.”

You smile at the memory of Gale's explanation when you had asked why such a beautiful room was in the basement of the tower.

Hundreds and hundreds of books fill the room, stacked neatly on various stone and wooden bookcases. So much knowledge in one room, and you’ve barely managed to graze the surface in your time living here.

You navigate the maze of shelves seamlessly, having some idea of where Gale just might be hiding away, smiling softly when you’re proven correct in your assumption.

There’s a small sitting area in the back corner of the library. Two chairs in front of a small table and various rugs and pillows strewn about the floor.

Gale sits in one of the worn leather chairs, a book held open in one hand as the other toys with the corner of the pages. You slow to a stop several feet behind him, taking a moment to take in the man who has captured your heart.

He flips the page after a second or two, a small hum of approval leaving him as he reaches over for a quill and ink sitting on the table, scribbling something in the margins of the book’s pages.

You can’t stop the smile that tugs at your lips as you watch him in his element. Yet, despite enjoying wanting him from afar, sleep still tugs at your mind, and you take the last few steps until you are standing behind him.

Your hands fall to his shoulders, making him jump ever so slightly, head turning just as you lean down and place a kiss on his temple.

“What are you doing up, my love?” you ask, voice still thick with sleep. “It’s much too early to start work.”

Gale lets out another hum, leaning into you as your hands slide down his chest and you rest your chin on his shoulder.

“Knowledge knows no such thing as the constraints of time,” he says, and you can feel the way he smiles. “My mind often wanders even when it is most inconvenient. I feared if I stayed with you in the comfort of our bed my mind's machinations would sooner wake you up with my tossing and turning than let sleep claim me once more.”

Humming, you press another kiss to his cheek before directing your attention to the book he was reading, now laying open in his lap as he reaches up to take your hands in his own, placing delicate kisses to your knuckles.

“Well…has your studying quieted your mind at all or…” Your words trail off as you move to step around to the front of the chair, taking the book from his lap and setting it on the table before taking its place in his lap. “Do I need to assist in luring you back to bed?”

With the blanket still draped around you, you let your hands reach out to rest on his shoulders again before sliding up behind his neck, fingers toying with his soft hair.

Now that you can see his face, you see Gale smiling warmly up at you from your position perched on his lap. His eyes reflect the warm orange light of the candles and you’re not sure if it’s that or a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as his hands settle on your hips.

“With you? Here in my lap?” he chuckles, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I can assure you my mind is far from quiet. However…” His thumbs run soothingly over your hips. “I believe my late night musings have subsided for now, and I will admit I crave nothing more than to end the night in your arms. In whatever way you’ll have me.”

You can’t stop the giggle that slips past your lips as he raises his eyebrows suggestively, but you shake your head.

“As much as you know I love that, I’m still very tired,” you admit sheepishly. “I only woke up because I realized you weren’t next to me.”

Gale lets out a little ‘ tsk’ sound despite the smile still on his face. “Well, that just won’t do. Come, let me take my lover to bed - my studying can be saved until the morning,” he says, leaning in to place a quick kiss to your lips. “I’d much rather have you in my hands than a dusty old tome. You’re much warmer, and much prettier to look at.”

You roll your eyes as you move to stand, reaching out to take his hand as he does the same. You don’t reply to his words, instead moving to help him blow out the candles before taking his hand again and leading him up the stairs to your bedroom.

The journey is quick, and before you know it, Gale is taking the blanket from your shoulders and helping you into bed, slipping into the space behind you after toeing off his shoes.

You immediately sigh as his warmth surrounds you, his arm slipping around your waist as familiar lips brush your shoulder.

“Every time I return from a late night journey to the library, I always wonder what fool would leave the comfort of their lover's arms simply because their mind’s thoughts would not cease.”

You turn in his arms then, capturing his lips in a kiss before pulling away to nuzzle into his chest. “You’re not a fool, Gale, far from it. I just…worry about you sometimes, and I…even though I know you always return, I always miss you when you’re not by my side.” Your words are a mere murmur now, sleep pulling incessantly at your eyelids, threatening to pull you under any moment.

With a press of lips against the crown of your head, Gale pulls you closer. “Well, worry not, for I intend to spend the rest of this night here with you until the dawn demands our attention.”

You smile. “I love you, Gale.”

The wizard returns the gesture, tightening his arms around your waist.

“And I, you, my love.”

#Gale x reader #bg3 gale x reader #bg3 x reader #gale dekarios x reader #gale dekarios #bg3

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milksnake-tea · 8 months

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I´m the latest anon,with Blade please.

❀ ˎˊ- prompts: When they wake up in the middle of the night, and you aren't by their side. + "Please, stay. Just… stay." ❀ ˎˊ- 1k followers event ❀ ˎˊ- character: blade ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: angst ofc :(( but primarily hurt/comfort, implied violence, mentions of death (its blade whatd u expect), nightmares, ends in happy ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: i might change up the wording of the phrase bc blade doesn't strike me as the person to actually say this out loud, but it'll be in thoughts !!! also the ending is eating at me but ITS OKAY I DID IT SO YIPPEEE

It's well past midnight when Blade is ripped from his sleep.

His chest heaves with shuddered breaths, his eyes blown wide with something akin to fear. His eyes crinkle as he silently groans in frustration, taking in deep breaths to steady himself. But it doesn't work.

Gingerly running his fingers over his neck, he recounts the nightmare. The sharp chill of ice still lingers where he'd been struck by his former comrade, phantom pains where her blade had slashed him. Blade had never feared death before - on the contrary, he'd always welcomed it. But it was different with her. With Jingliu, he…

Her blood-red eyes, as cold as a corpse and with the liveliness of one as well, seared into his memory like an iron stamp.

Blade sighed to himself, blinking up towards the ceiling. At this rate, he'd barely get any sleep at all. Even worse, it would cause his mara to act up once again.

Raising his hand, Blade clicked his tongue when he saw it shake, the tiniest tremor running through it.

He hated this. He hated the trembling of his fingers. He hated the rapid thud of his heart, which still hadn't stopped. He hated how even a distant memory of that woman could make him so weak, so… afraid.

Closing his eyes, he rolled over, reaching over to your side of the bed. Whenever the nightmares came about, you were his anchor. If in the morning, you woke up, and Blade was clinging to your side, head buried into your neck, you would know what had transpired that night.

Only you weren't there tonight.

His hands close around empty sheets, his arm wrapping around a pillow rather than your body. Instantly, Blade's eyes shot open. He sat up, a sliver of shock slipping onto his face as he carefully observed the area.

Realistically, he knew that you had gotten up out of your own accord. There were no signs of a struggle, and no one would be idiotic enough to steal you right from Blade's arm, especially in the midst of the Stellaron Hunters' base. If you had been kidnapped, he would know.

But that didn't stop the anxiety that gnawed at his heart. If you weren't here, then where would you be?

His question was soon answered, though, when a small glimmer of light caught his eye. The door leading out of your shared room was outlined in a soft glow, indicating a person on the other side.

Blade let out a sigh, almost laughing at his own foolishness.

Slowly, he rises from the covers, letting the blankets drop off his body. He rolls back the soreness in his body from yesterday's mission, massaging his shoulder as he heads off to the kitchen.

The bright lights leave dark spots in his vision, but he can still see the general shape of your body as you fill a cup of water. He rubbed at his eyes as he came up behind you, still drowsy with sleep.

Surprised, you turned at the sound of his footsteps, a cup of water held in your hands. "Blade? Sorry, did I wake you?"

Blade shook his head, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your shoulder. He didn't say anything - he rarely needs to. You can hear the words he wants to say in his actions, in the way he pulls you tightly against him and refuses to let go.

Please, just… stay.

You hum knowingly as you feel him breathe into your skin, setting down your cup and reaching up to pet his head. His hair is soft against your fingers as he leans into you, closing his eyes as he immersed himself in you.

"Again?" you ask gently. Blade nods, propping his chin onto your shoulder. You leaned your head onto his, softly rubbing at his scalp with your fingers as the man hums in content. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you."

Blade shook his head. "It's fine. You're here now."

"I'm here," you agreed, turning in his embrace. You held his face in your hands, kissing at his face where tears would've been, had he ever cried. Blade let a smile slip onto his face for a moment, before kissing you on the forehead.

"Why did you leave?" he asks softly, but he doesn't really expect you to answer. You both know that he's aware of the reason, it being quite obvious in your hands.

"I was just getting a little water," you reply anyway. "I'll be back in bed in a few, so wait for me, okay?"

"I can wait here," Blade assures. "Do what you need to now. When we return, I won't be letting you go so easily."

You laugh at his statement, leaning against him with a crinkle in your eyes. "Alright, whatever you say, mister."

And Blade smiles back at you, only happy to have you back in his arms.

reblog w comments are appreciated !!

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai blade #hsr blade #blade x reader #hsr blade x reader #x reader #reader insert #y/n #archives 🏵️#event 🏵️

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kiriwiwii · 10 months

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// Hugging and kissing headcanons ☆ UNDEAD

a/n: wow hi i'm back after 5 months... sorry i've been cursed by writer's block and school work. but here i am, with something even worse than ever /hj. i might do this kiss and hug headcanons thingy with other units as well so feel free to request! also,, do NOT ask why rei's part is much more longer compared to others. sorry. that man is just different💔

💫 rei sakuma

the way rei kisses... it just feels so ethereal. he holds your chin, moves your face closer to him... you can see his red eyes looking so emotionless yet so full of love and passion. when your lips meet, it's such a little time passing by, maybe seconds, but it feels like time stops all around you.

you wish it could stop, so you can feel his love forever and ever. but rei makes every single of his moves so unforgettable that it's already impossible for the taste of his lips to go away.

rei gently kisses your cheeks to greet you every time you meet together. or he loves to just puts his lips on your neck, slowly wandering around and giving you little licks or bites.

he's not always very gentle though. sometimes you may find him going tough on your lips, smooching your whole face or body. and maybe giving you some bite marks, hmm?

rei is the type of person who would just. surprise you by hugging you behind. he appears at times when you least expect him, and he loves the look on your face when he covers your whole body with his arms all of a sudden.

his body is cold, but his hugs feel warmer than anything. he enjoys hugging not just for seconds but actually a long time. you may find him sitting on a couch, inviting you only for him to wrap yourselves with a blanket and cuddle for hours.

there is no way of getting out of bed before rei wakes up because he hugs you soo tightly when you're sleeping together.

he is the big spoon but he would probably love being the little spoon as well. he tries not to show it but he loves it when someone else hugs him, especially you. he lays his head on your chest and while you're stroking his head or sweetly rubbing his cheeks, he slowly falls asleep in your arms. these are the times when he has the most peaceful naps ever.

remember the fact that this guy has a coffin? yeah. you're definitely getting in there. he loves the idea of cuddling together in his coffin- it's a bit hard for two people to fit in but that's even better for him since you are gonna be really close to each other.

💫 kaoru hakaze

kaoru kisses you in such a romantic way. he approaches you gently, kinda embarrassed at first, but that feeling disappears when he holds you so tightly and presses his lips against yours... his heart beating so hard you could almost hear it from being this close. you don't have to hear it though; you both know who that heart belongs to and whom it beats for anyway.

kaoru especially loves to kiss your hands. he has work to do and he needs to leave you early at that moment? he kindly takes your hand, kisses it softly and that's his way of saying goodbye.

he is so desperate for your love- whenever kaoru craves your affection, he just puts his head on your shoulder, holding you close. he loves to just chit-chat while doing this. you can tell him all about your day, and he would listen while he is snuggling into you.

💫 koga oogami

koga tries to act like he isn't fond of physical contact, but you can see the truth in the way his lips meet yours. you might hear a tiny whisper coming out of his mouth, "i love you" , if you are lucky enough~

koga enjoys kissing your nose, forehead or right near lips. you can see him blushing which makes him much cuter, so you can kiss him back and make him even more embarrassed. (i mean, cuter)

i feel like koga would be the type of hugger who kinda lifts you up. something happened and he got very excited? or you guys finally saw each other after a long time? he quickly runs and wraps his arms around you, squeezing so hard and just lifts you up and spins 🥹 adorable.

he usually just puts his arm around your shoulder, or holds your hand in public but you can make him do much more in private.

koga is such a cuddler, especially at nights! you may find him giving you lots of kisses and hugs when it's dark and you're both sleepy. you can just snuggle into him and have the best sleep ever while he hugs you soo tightly.

💫 adonis otogari

adonis' kisses are very gentle, very kind... he slightly holds your hands, pulls your hair back and slowly gives you a sweet kiss, making you fall in love with him again and again.

whenever he hugs you, your body and your mind get lost in his arms. adonis makes you feel safer than ever, loved more than ever.

he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by touching you all the time, but if you desire it, he likes to gently kiss your hands or just hold them politely. whenever you feel upset, he asks, "would you like a hug?" if your answer is yes, then you can fall into his arms and feel his warmth all over your body. he won't let you go until all of your sadness vanishes away <3

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars headcanons #rei sakuma x reader #kaoru hakaze x reader #koga oogami x reader #adonis otogari x reader #rei sakuma #koga oogami #kaoru hakaze #adonis otogari #kiri writes ⭐

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frenchkisstheabyss · 11 months

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♡ 𝟙𝟠𝟙𝟚 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 ♡

♡ Mature Content. Minors DNI. Warnings below the break ♡

Pairing: boyfriend!seonghwa x chubby!fem!reader

Summary: You wake up to your loving boyfriend nervously making you breakfast, unaware that he plans to propose. That is, if he can work up the courage to.

Genre: slice of life/fluffy smut

Word Count: 1.4kish

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), a delicious breakfast you never get to consume

A/N: This is my first fic after taking a break from writing for a while so my blog's a bit empty but I hope ya'll enjoy this. Any feedback is mucho appreciated. A special thanks to my bestie @anyamaris for giving me the courage to post again ♡

Rubbing your eyes you drag yourself into the kitchen with all the grace of a newborn dear. Soft classical music fills your cozy one-bedroom apartment, rising all at once only to come crashing back down. You’re greeted with the intoxicating smell of milk and honey, the source of which is only revealed to you when your vision clears up. “I made pain perdu!” Hwa smiles, maneuvering around you with the hot pan carrying a thick, golden brown slice of brioche bread. “So…French toast?” He rounds the kitchen table, scooping the piece of French toast onto a plate already home to three other perfectly cooked pieces. “It sounds fancier in French, my love” he says, darting past you again, only this time he stops to kiss you on the cheek. His soft, pink lips chase off the early morning cold.

It’s only now that you notice what he’s done to the kitchen table. Bowls of fruit as fresh as the day they were picked. Orchids and dahlias bloom in ornate vases. Every breakfast side your heart could desire. “Hwa, what is all of this?” you gasp, only having a second to take it all in before he’s guiding you by your wrists to the oak chair he’s pulled out for you. He stops dead in his tracks, it’s like someone hit the pause button. “I…uh…eat. You should eat.” Hwa sits you down, scrambling to hand you a knife and fork. He trembles so faintly that you might not even notice if you weren’t always so in tune with each other’s bodies.

“Seonghwa…” you say softly, your fork poking at the French toast but your gaze locked on your busy body of a boyfriend. Much too wrapped up in his own head, he goes on rummaging through the fridge for a bottle of wine. He swings open one of the cabinets, searching for the perfect glass. Nothing else will do. “Park Seonghwa!” you shout, careful not to sound angry. As sweet as his efforts are, you can tell that something’s bothering him. Hwa’s shoulders drop, his slick dark hair falling against his freshly shaved chin. You scurry up behind him. The feeling of your arms around his waist, your fluffy cheek pressed against his back, quiets his worries at once. He places a hand on top of yours, drawing in a deep breath.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me” you whisper, your voice saturated in worry. As he exhales he places the bottle of wine on the counter, turning around to catch the concern on your beautiful face. “I’ve never regretted anything I’ve done during this relationship…” he starts and your heart sinks to your stomach. That’s what this is all about. He’s breaking up with you. You knew it was too good to be true. Two years of some storybook romance shattered. He did this, all of this, to cushion the blow of… “And I never want to so… y/n will you marry me?” You snap out of your daze to find him down on one knee, holding up a black rose cut diamond ring. He forces a pained smile, bracing for the possibility that you may not feel the same way. An insane thought if there ever was one.

You clutch your hands to your chest, your heart returning to its home with the force of a rocket launching into space. “Yeeeee” you squeak, unable to make out much else. “Yeeee?” “Ssss…” “Yee…sss?” “Yes! Yes! 100% fucking yes!” Tears are streaming down your cheeks before you can stop them. You imagine what a wreck you must look to him, crying in the middle of your kitchen in an old t-shirt and some beat up sweatpants. But nothing could be further from the truth. Slipping the ring onto your finger, he takes you into his arms, nearly sweeping you off of the floor. He tilts his head back ever so slightly, doing his best not to shed some tears of his own. Hwa kisses you and it is, without question, unmatched by any kiss you’ve shared before this day. His scent is more fragrant than any flower on that table. His lips sweeter than the bottle of red wine sweating on the kitchen counter.

Your shirt lifts, granting him access to the softness of your love handles. The sensation of his hands outlining your body, the electrifying friction of skin against skin, awakens any fiber of your being that could’ve possibly remained drowsy all of this time. “I love you” he gasps against your mouth, lips skimming down your chin to press against your neck. Chills trickle down your spine as he nibbles at the sensitive spot he knows always gets to you. “I love you too” you manage before he lifts you onto the kitchen counter, his hands kneading the pillowy tissue of your breasts. “Hwa, wait. Wait. Hold on.”

“Hmm?” is all he says, brushing his thumb across your nipple as it perks up beneath his touch. You giggle at the spark it sends through your system, “Aren’t you gonna eat your pain perdu?” “It’s just French toast. Nothing special,” he shrugs, bringing a hand down to slip into your panties, the moisture of your warmth welcoming the intrusion, “But you on the other hand…” Hwa takes his time dipping his fingers into you one after the other, curling them each in their own unique way to coax every darling whimper you have to offer from your throat. It’s this unpredictability that has your body too overstimulated to do anything more than fall back and surrender.

His fingers abandon you momentarily, a tortuous betrayal forgivable only because of the speed in which he strips your bottom half bare. Your sweatpants and panties falling to the floor tangled within each other. In seconds his hands are behind your knees, firmly pressing them towards your chest. Hwa can’t resist taking mental pictures of you spread out like this, wet and aching. Begging him to taste you for the first time as his on a level he’d spent countless nights praying you’d let him reach. He buries his face between your legs, his long, curved tongue lapping at your clit. You twist in his grip, hips raising purely out of greed. Instead of pushing you back down, he pulls you closer, locking your legs around his neck and plunging his tongue into the very depths of your center.

“Seonghwa…” you whine, the bottom of your shirt twisted in your fist while your other hand grips the edge of the marble countertop. Hwa’s tongue plays you like one of the exquisite instruments of the orchestra concealing your moans from the neighbors on either side of your apartment. It teases the sweet spot deep within you, flexing along your walls when they clench around him. He slips it between the slickness of your folds, slurping down every bit of you he can catch. What he can’t coats his chin, drops splashing along your inner thigh. Your muscles start to spasm. First, it’s only the ones in your stomach but, as the pleasure deepens, you can feel every singular muscle in your body tighten like the rope of a spinning wheel. It’s so much, too much, and you can’t imagine ever asking him to stop.

You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth, the lingering scent of milk and honey flooding your lungs once more before the universe itself unravels around you. The orgasm pulses through your veins, dulling all other senses not stemming from Hwa devouring you. You come to be far louder than the music, only driving him to go faster…deeper. “Scream for me. Cry for me” his body language whispers and, oh, how you scream. The very decadence of the sound is enough to arouse him to the point of utter madness. “You…you have to stop...I can’t” you stutter, dangling at the apex of euphoria with no end in sight. If you’re spun any tighter you’re positive you’ll break. He goes completely deaf to you again, this time because he’s much too consumed by you.

Using what minimal strength you have you slide yourself back on the counter, separating the two of you and leaving your walls contracting as if he never stopped. Hwa straightens out, licking you from his lips, “I’m sorry. You’re just…” “Bedroom” you say, planting your feet on the chilled kitchen floor and wobbling back towards the bedroom. “And bring the syrup!” Hwa crooks his neck, unsure of what to make of the odd request. “For what, exactly?” “You gotta come find out!” That’s all that needs saying for him to grab the bottle of syrup from the table and rush to catch up to you, his stunning, slightly uncoordinated, incredibly tasty girlfri...fiance.

#ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x y/n #ateez smut #chubby reader #plus size reader #ateez x chubby reader #ateez x y/n #chubby smut #plus size smut

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luveline · 2 years

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hi love i just wanna start by saying ur writing is pure gold and it makes me so happy!!! could i request a steve one where he comes over at night but you're asleep and accidentally wakes you up and feels really bad and then turns into fluff/cuddles

thank you! soft boyfriend steve and sleepy cuddles might be my fave thing in the whole world now after this, fem reader wc:1k

"Hey," Steve says, breathless and rained on standing at your doorstep.

You blink at him through tired eyes. "Hi."

"Can I come in?" he asks, amused.

"Of course you can, I'm sorry." You shake yourself, trying to diminish some of the fatigue still clouding your brain.

Steve steps into your house and out of the rain with a grateful smile, pulling down the hood of his jacket. He takes your face into his cold hand briefly to press a soft kiss into the apple of your cheek, chin ducked towards his chest to get a good look at you.

"You were sleeping?" he asks, tapping under your chin with his knuckle before pulling back.

He starts to strip out of his wet outerwear and toes off his shoes at the same time, kicking them haphazardly against the wall.

You struggle to respond, sleep addled brain distracted by his affection. "Uh, for a bit. I was so tired after work, I was waiting for you and…"

Steve throws his jacket over the coat rack and bumps your hip with his. "Robin needed a ride home." He's still wearing his Family Video uniform, the plain polo with his bulky name tag and the vest that makes you laugh. His hand is slightly warmer as he catches your fingertips and encourages you back to your room.

You intertwine your fingers with his and let yourself be pulled along, eyes dry and throat scratchy from your nap being cut short. Steve less than kindly shoves you back into your messy bed as he searches your room for something soft to wear.

"Why don't you own sweatpants?" he asks, digging through the bottom of your closet for where his clothes sometimes end up. "Ah ha!"

You watch with half-lidded eyes, curled up like a sad snail as he strips out of his tight jeans. Tired though greedy, you can't help but gaze at his thighs, his naked chest as he changes.

"My eyes are up here," he calls.

You snap your gaze to his face and grin sheepishly. "Steve, you can't strip tease me. I'm tired."

"I wasn't teasing." Finally dressed he climbs over your legs to his self-proclaimed side of the bed, legs stretched out in front of him. You turn on your side to face him. "Just stripping. Not my fault you can't keep your eyes to yourself."

You huff at him and close your eyes, best pleased when you feel his head dipping towards you, the heat of his nearness putting you at ease.

"Sorry for waking you up," he murmurs, hand protective over the hill of your shoulder. He smooths his palm down your arm and rubs the skin until his hand has worked under your short sleeve.

"There are worse things to wake up to," you murmur back, trying to suppress a smile.

"Yeah?" Steve asks.

His lips are warm as he presses a slightly open kiss to your skin, the tip of his nose brushing you so lightly it tickles. Goosebumps emerge and he quickly wipes them away with a rougher press of his hand.

"You need a key."

Steve slides down onto his back though he uses his elbow to hover over you, the mattress crushed under the point of his arm. "I so do," he agrees excitedly, "d'you ever see Risky Business?"

"Not so you can turn my home into a brothel! So you don't have to knock."

"That's a good idea, so I won't have to wake you up," he says, sounding achingly apologetic. Then, in the small silence, "Though I'd hate to enable your laziness."

"Is that how it is?" you ask.

"Yeah," he says, working his arm carefully under the breadth of your shoulders, hand coming up around the top of your chest as he pulls your body into his. "That's exactly how it is, baby."

His other arm comes over your waist. You cover his hand with yours over the bump of your tummy, too tired to be mortified that he's squeezing the softness there. He makes a sound of contentment into your neck and you make the same, happy for about five seconds before you change your mind.

You turn in the circle of his arms, legs a tangle as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Oh," he says, laughing, "somebody missed me."

"So much," you agree, working your face into the juncture of his neck, his hair brushing your cheek.

"I missed you too," he says, light and quiet and happy.

"You smell really nice. And you give the best hugs," you tell him, eyes closed tight, one hand drifting away from his neck and towards the broadness of his back, the ridge of his shoulder blade. You feel for his shapes and planes.

"Normally I'd agree with you, I would," he begins in a familiar tone, about to say something adorable but hiding it behind sarcasm and theatrics. "You're usually right, god bless, but I actually give the second best hugs. You're still taking gold in that sport, baby."

You melt at his teasing and how his voice grows warmed towards the end, 'baby' a sticky endearment that fills your entire torso with butterflies.

"Seoul 1988," you comment.

Steve chuckles and his arms pull you closer, his leg weaving between yours. "That would be sweet. Telling all the nerds down at FV that my girlfriend's an Olympic level athlete. 'Hey, that's awesome, what sport does she do?'" he acts out, his lips touching the crown of your head with each word. "Oh, you know, she cuddles."

You wrinkle your nose at him. "Awful."

"You're right. Cuddling doesn't sound very impressive, but saying, like, 'she's really warm and soft, and her hands are never cold, she smells like a flower and you never want to leave' doesn't sound cool either."

You press your lips to his neck in a terrible excuse for a kiss, ridiculously affectionate but also unbearably tired. "We'll have to have our own Olympics so you can win a few medals too. Best boyfriend, nicest boyfriend, prettiest boyfriend, boyfriend with the nicest hair, the nicest eyes, the biggest-"

"Alright, that's enough."

"-heart," you finish, peeking up at him. "Why, what'd you think I was gonna say?"

Steve glares at you but it quickly dissolves as you begin peppering slow, clumsy kisses up the column of his throat, over his jaw and then, to the corner of his mouth. He turns his face to align your lips properly, giving you a chaste but firm kiss. He pulls back, thinks better, gives you a second and a third, all quick and sweet.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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buckgasms · 1 year

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Hello!✨ I know I've already requested but I was wondering that if I can do at least another request, if not that's completely okay. But currently I'm sick and I get cranky when sick so I was wondering if you'd do something, even short. With alpha Bucky and sick omega female reader? Please feel free to ignore my request. Again, I loved the one you did for me with Mafia/Alpha Bucky X reader and the nest. I really love your writing and so it'll mean a lot but please don't overwork yourself. Again feel free to ignore me if you don't want to or can't. Keep up the good work! ✨

My angel!!!! Please don't apologise! Nonnie's and asks are always welcome here, especially when you bring good stuff like this. It might take me a while, but I will get round to it 💛

I'm sorry you were feeling poorly, I hope you are feeling much better now! Sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy it! ✨

You woke up with a stuffy head, as if it was packed with cotton wool and every muscle in your body hurt. You were wrapped up in your nest, a blanket tucked up under your chin and your favourite teddy in your arms. The night before you were coming down with a cold but today it clearly had hit you with a vengeance.

Luckily you had the most amazing and intense alpha of all time and he was going to fight your cold on your behalf. You're little moans alerted him to you waking up and he was on you already.

"Easy little omega, take it easy" he cooed as you try to sit up. He guided you upwards and pressed a glass of cold water into your hands. As well as a couple of pills to keep the pain at bay. As you sip he presses his big hand on your cheeks and forehead.

"Tell me know you feel sweetness?" He says as you groan. "Tired and everything hurts" you pout, voice stuffy with flu. "Can't smell you alpha" you whine and he takes the glass from you hand and places it on the side before rolling over you and pulling you into his arms. He presses his lips to your scent gland and licks, sucks and kisses.

An instant warmth spreads over your body, tingles travelling from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and you whine in a more pleased way than before. You briefly untuck yourself from the blankets and climb onto Bucky before wrapping yourself and him up again.

"Do it again please" you whisper, pressing your face into his neck and chest clinging to any scent of his that slips through. He chuckles, a deep rumble that soothes your soul. He presses more kisses and licks to your sensitive neck and you cling to his body as your muscles relax and your eyes close in heady relief.

"Alpha, I don't wanna be sick" you groan, voice muffled by his skin against your lips. He wraps his arms round tighter and sucks a little harder before releasing with a pop. "I know my beautiful Omega, but I'm gonna help you feel better, I promise."

🤒

He spends the day keeping you fed and watered, rubbing your sore limbs and satisfying your omega needs. He lets you latch on to his fingers for comfort, you even have a nap with your head in resting on his thighs because his scent is much stronger in that region and it makes you less edgy and allows you some more sleep. You try to encourage some other activities but he is firm with his no.

"But Alpha! Orgasms make headaches go away!! And Alpha knots make Omegas feel really happy!" He chuckles as you hold back a sneeze and strokes soothing hands through your hair. "Well when you're feeling better Omega, you can have it all you want, but not today sweetness." You pout until he distracts you with kisses and cuddles, along with the promise of what will come later.

🤒

By the end of the day you are a bit better, and he lets you take a nice shower while he changes the bed. When you come out you feel refreshed and you giggle with happiness when he puts his t-shirt on you, so your fresh clean skin is already scented with him. You take your time to rearrange the nest correctly, with Bucky doing much of the 'heavy lifting', like moving blankets and cushions to the right place and finding space for your bear. Eventually, once you feel satisfied you climb back in with Bucky.

"You take such good care of me Alpha" you sigh as you close your eyes and sniffle, still feeling a little worse for wear but happy none the less. His fingers rub circles into your body, following the sounds of your satisfaction as he moves around gently.

"Anything for you my beautiful Omega"

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #alpha bucky #omega reader #alpha omega #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #darling nonnie #💌#sebastian stan #a/b/o bucky #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o dynamics

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megistusdiary · 2 years

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h-hi!

I'm completely obsessed with Tighnari (he's my main now) so.. may I ask you a Tighnari x reader x Cyno? if it's okay with you a smut would be perfect 🥺 i just need Tighnari spanking my ass while Cyno enjoys the view and who knows, join as well?

hit that mega slay button for the tighnari mains 🙏

THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG OH MY WORD. this might be my longest piece honestly, good god.

also, ik this does not exactly follow the prompt perfectly but i had this idea in the middle of my anatomy midterm exam and i needed somewhere to put it so....this is what you're getting 😇 enjoy the plot and many words please

cyno and tighnari fuck and tighnari fucks you 👍 if you're not interested in that, scroll away. we support the lgbt community here ty

warnings: dom!cyno, switch!tighnari, switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

penetration/fingering (reader and tighnari receiving ohoho), oral (reader receiving), a little biting, rough sex lol, condom/oil usage 🙏, praising, petnames, a little spanking, orgasm control

cyno gently brushed a hand through tighnari's hair, carding his fingers through the strands as the fennec leaned towards him, resting his head on his lap.

"i can't believe you actually got him to take a break." you murmured in awe as cyno's lips quirked up into the faintest of smiles. "you know, most people would be terrified to nap on the general mahamatra's lap."

"would you be?" cyno asked as you grinned, shaking your head as you continued to work on your report.

"not a chance. you might be all big and scary out in the desert, but all i see now is a big softie cuddling in a blanket." your eyes twinkled with mirth as cyno hummed.

"would you still cuddle me when i am that big scary guy out in the desert?" cyno teased.

you paused to ponder, tapping your finger on your chin. "definitely."

your idle chat seemed to stir tighnari, ears flicking on his head as he stretched out on the sofa. "what are you two going on about now?" he grumbled, sitting up.

"nothing. how was your nap?" you watched tighnari rub the sleepiness from his eyes stifling a yawn.

"actually pleasant for once. usually there's always something or other to come banging on my door to wake me up." cyno smiled a little at this, moving the blanket off to stand up. "where are you going?" tighnari asked with narrowed eyes.

"outside for some fresh air. you got so warm under the blanket, i thought i'd been transported back to the desert." cyno dodged tighnari's hand swatting out towards him, watching him step outside.

it was quiet for a moment as tighnari folded the knit blanket. you cleared your throat, setting your quill down. "you two are cute together."

"who? me and him?" tighnari scoffed, barely hiding his shock. "don't be ridiculous. cyno rarely ever visits. i'd beg to differ that he only visited because you're here." tighnari's eyes flitted over to yours as you pursed your lips, neck feeling warm.

"what makes you say that? besides you two were cuddling this whole time. you can't tell me anything." you watched tighnari's cheeks dust over with red as his ears went flat to his head.

"i heard you two the whole time, you know." tighnari shrugged, standing to put the blanket away. "regardless, i can tell when two people are flirting. you two are so obvious and yet so, so oblivious." he walked off to the kitchen, desperately seeking an excuse to escape that conversation, leaving you flustered at the desk.

you sighed, frustrated as you moved your papers aside. you originally came to visit tighnari with the hopes of finally confessing to him. you hadn't expected cyno to plan a visit at the same time.

you didn't expect to rekindle the attraction you felt for cyno the last time you had seen him.

but it was obvious that they had feelings for one another anyways, so what chance did you have with either one of them? "ahh, stupid, stupid." you lightly smacked your forehead, internally chastising yourself for getting into this predicament.

you let your head flop onto your hand, staring at the lampshade. "what am i gonna do?" you mumbled to yourself, letting your free hand play with the feathers on the quill.

cyno leaned against the doorframe silently, listening in unbeknownst to you, knowing tighnari was doing the same thing in the kitchen.

cyno and tighnari were not unfamiliar with midnight trysts and weekends spent hidden away from the desert in tighnari's comfortable forest home.

though the topic of you always managed to come up, tighnari nervous to confess, afraid that he would ruin your friendship. cyno was simply concerned that you would find the idea of sharing a relationship with two men undesirable.

cyno's observant ruby eyes narrowed as he watched tighnari return from the kitchen with a kettle full of tea.

you raised your head to look at the man, hands shaky as he set the kettle down. "i um, thought you both might be thirsty, so i brewed some tea. you're welcome to have some if you'd like." he offered politely, and you accepted as expected.

tighnari pulled two cups from the cabinet, filling them up to the brim with the bitter smelling tea, sliding the newly purchased sugar pot towards you.

"sugar?" you asked, curiously as tighnari's face turned pink.

"you always complain that my tea isn't sweet enough, and i wouldn't want you to have to drink bitter tea all the time."

"i don't even visit that often, will this sugar really last that long?" you arched your eyebrows.

"well, maybe it's my way of saying that you should come around more often." tighnari forced out quickly, watching your eyes grow wide. your cheeks felt warm to the touch as you accidentally dropped the sugar spoon on the table. "careful!" tighnari reached forward to grab it as you suddenly covered his hand with your own.

"do you...do you really mean that?" you timidly mumbled as tighnari's tail thumped against the carpet, giving away how fast his heart was beating in his chest.

"as long as that's a good thing, then yes. if not, just forget i said it, because i know it's just ridiculous of me to say that and-"

you cut him off by pressing your palms to his cheeks, gently cradling his face. "tighnari, i've had a massive crush on you for like forever."

tighnari's lips fell open in a silent gasp as you leaned towards him across the table, slowly closing the gap between the two of you.

cyno watched still from the door, eager to see where this would lead. he was curious when you would ask-

"but what about cyno?" you commented.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, come on. i know you two are a thing." tighnari began to speak, though you cut him off. "don't deny it. not with me, you know i know you."

tighnari seemed uncomfortable as he played with his fingers underneath the table. "it's a bit...complicated. we are together, yes, but i was afraid of confessing because i didn't know how you would see the idea of being in a relationship with both of us."

"both of you? but, cyno likes you, not me. that's just-"

"he's right." cyno finally stepped in, closing the door behind him as you fell silent. "it's been unbearably difficult to lie to your face. i tried dropping hints all the time, but you never picked them up. just like all those dirty clothes on your floor." his expression remained stoic as tighnari rolled his eyes.

"so...just to clarify. you both are in a relationship-" you paused as cyno nodded. "but you still like me? how does that even work?"

"it's like this." cyno sat down next to you, putting his helmet off to the side. "of course tighnari and i are very happy together." he reached across the table, gesturing for tighnari to hold his hand. the fennec man begrudgingly interlaced his fingers with the general, earning him a rare smile.

"but?"

"but, we would be happier with you too." cyno held his other hand out towards you, motioning for you to take it. you gingerly placed your palm in his, allowing him to link your fingers together. "it would be more complete."

"don't they say three is a crowd?" you frowned as tighnari leaned forward, brushing the hair away from your eyes.

"not if they're the people closest to your heart." tighnari hummed as you looked down at your lap, shyness overtaking you as your face felt like it was on fire. oh, you needed to cool down right now.

cyno ran his thumb over your knuckles, feeling you grip his hand a little tighter.

the feeling of his skin against yours, even the slightest touch had you rubbing your thighs together ever so slightly, shifting where you sat on your knees on the carpet. tighnari's tongue darted out to wet his lips as cyno's eyes flitted between the both of you.

"i'll tell you what, i have a fun little game for us to play, hm? it's a usual secret fantasy of tighnari's. if you're up for it, of course." cyno unlinked your fingers to carefully grip your chin, tilting it to meet his gaze.

your lips parted as you nodded, eyes going glassy when his thumb swiped over your bottom lip. he leaned in towards you, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "i want the both of you to put on a little show for me, hm? do you think you can manage that?"

you nodded, heart racing as cyno pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head, chuckling softly to himself. tighnari watched the both of you, ears twitching on his head as he felt his pants growing the slightest bit tighter.

your gaze switched over to tighnari, slowly standing with cyno's assistance as he guided you both to tighnari's private quarters.

the bed was large enough for the three of you easily, though it seemed cyno had opted instead to pull an armchair over to the corner of the room, watching tighnari gently pull you onto his lap on the bed.

he placed his hands on the sides of your face, leaning in to allow your noses to touch. "may i?"

"yes." you barely breathed the word out before tighnari pushed forward, melding your lips as your heavy eyes shut, leaning towards him.

it wasn't long before the kiss turned heated, his tongue swiping over your lips and hands snaking under your shirt to grip your hips.

you could feel him moving you slowly on his lap, grinding against you as you whined. "shh, don't be so impatient." tighnari cooed, moving a hand to stroke the side of your face lovingly.

you continued to push against him, causing a low growl to build up in his chest as he suddenly landed a slap on your clothed ass, making you jump in shock. "tighnari-" your eyes were blown wide, lust clouding the color. you had never seen this side of the forest ranger before.

tighnari gripped your chin firmer this time. "i will not repeat myself again, my dear. behave for me."

you allowed tighnari to continue pressing feverish kisses down your neck, nibbling at your collarbones until cyno intruded. "as perfect as this is, i think i'd like to see something a little more...well less. on both of you." cyno commented, though it was more of an order as tighnari immediately began undressing the both of you, tugging at your shirt and pulling it over your head.

you had no time to feel shy as tighnari pulled all of his intricate layers and accessories off, giving both you and cyno a rather enticing show.

it surprised you, however, when tighnari went fully nude, tossing his undergarments in cyno's direction with a sassy smirk as your eyes went wide.

you couldn't help but stare. he was just so pretty.

"you too, sweetheart." cyno gestured towards you as you tried to object, but tighnari's hands were already pulling your undergarments off, peeling your panties down your legs.

you averted your eyes as tighnari stared at you. he couldn't help but lean forward to press a gentle kiss on your clit.

you jumped, gasping at the sudden stimulation as tighnari smiled against your pussy. "tighnari-" you watched as he fully dropped to his knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed and draping your knees over his shoulders.

cyno leaned forward, seeking a better view as tighnari lightly lapped over your folds a few times, spreading your slick across your cunt as you whined, body going stiff.

tighnari's ears pressed back against his scalp as he circled your clit slowly, pressing tender, wet kisses to your skin, occasionally traveling to your inner thighs and back. your hands itched to grip his hair as he slid his tongue over your hole, collecting more of your slick, smearing it over his lips and nose tip.

your back arched as tighnari continued to lick across your pussy, humming into your folds and feeling you jolt, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. "fuck-" you sighed, feeling your orgasm slowly building.

that was the moment cyno decided to stop you, gently placing his hand on tighnari's head, tugging his head back as he released a whiny moan. his lips were shiny with your slick, eyes glassy as he stared back at cyno.

"go ahead and get on the bed for me." cyno told him, watching him slowly stand, knees red from kneeling on the hardwood floors. you moved further up the bed to accommodate the man who crawled on his hands and knees.

you watched curiously as tighnari arched his back, pressing his chest into the bedsheets and waiting with bated breath as cyno observed him, slowly stripping himself in front of them both.

he originally decided to wear a sweater tighnari had purchased for him some time ago, not used to the chilly and moist forest air.

cyno's body was slowly revealed to you and tighnari, his toned chest, leading down to his stomach and the slight patch of white hair below his navel making your mouth water.

"go ahead and keep doing what you were, tighnari." he ordered as tighnari suddenly pulled you forwards, burying his head back in your cunt, feeling you keen against him. "where's the oil?" tighnari's tail suddenly started swishing at that question.

"left dresser, top drawer in the very back." tighnari answered seamlessly, raising two of his fingers to slide through your folds and collect your wetness before probing one around your hole.

he slowly eased it into you, feeling you tense up as he pressed kisses to your clit and thighs. "shh, be good for me, you can take it." tighnari softly whispered into your thigh, feeling you slowly relax, eyes closing as tighnari slowly moved the digit, allowing you to become accustomed to the intrusion.

tighnari's ears perked up at the sound of the oil bottle clicking as cyno poured some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the oil up.

tighnari shook his hips to the sides a bit in anticipation as he carefully slid another finger into you, lapping over your clit to ease the pain of the stretch.

you were babbling nonsense, eyes now open to watch cyno position himself behind tighnari, hands spreading his thighs open further and pushing his chest down into the bed. cyno was just as powerful here as he was on the battlefield, clearly observed as he maneuvered tighnari to his liking.

he gently swiped his finger over tighnaris half-hard cock, feeling it twitch under his touch before bringing his fingers over his hole, slowly circling the rim. he heard tighnari gasp when cyno slowly pushed in, teasing him again and again.

tighnari carefully scissored his fingers inside of you, hoping to stretch you open to better take his cock as you whimpered.

cyno focused on oiling tighnari's hole up, gently pressing a finger of his own into him, stroking his tail with the other hand as tighnari whined into your pussy, fingers stopping for a moment as he became accustomed to the feeling.

"cyno-" tighnari whined as cyno suddenly slapped his thigh.

"focus on what you're doing." cyno warned as tighnari huffed, moving his fingers again, putting all of his concentration back into pleasuring you.

you were close, slightly shaking as tighnari's fingers scraped over your g-spot. "fuck, tighnari, tighnari, i'm gonna-"

"come for me, come on." tighnari urged, speeding up his motions as cyno slowed to allow him to fully focus.

cyno moved his free hand to his own cock, slowly stroking himself with the excess oil, grunting as he watched you release over tighnari's digits and tongue, gently fucking his fingers into you and allowing you to ride out your high.

you trembled on the bed, limbs feeling like jelly as you struggled to catch your breath. tighnari's head fell forward, leaning on your thigh as cyno started moving the digits in his hole again, stretching him out and searching for his prostate.

cyno smirked once he found it, abusing it by continuing to put pressure on it until tighnari was arching deeply on his own, moaning out garbles of cyno's name and pleas. "cyno, cyno, please, please, let me- please!"

you pondered if this was a usual occurrence between them, observing cyno withdraw his fingers as tighnari cried out frustrated. "cyno, that's not fair." he huffed.

"life's not fair. besides, don't you want to fulfill that fantasy, sweetheart?" he leaned down to kiss tighnari's cheek before standing to grab condoms from the drawer that contained the oil.

he ripped the packaging open with his teeth, sliding one on his own dick before tossing the other to tighnari who opened it with his fingers.

tighnari pulled a pillow under your hips as you wiggled around, still sensitive from your orgasm as you felt his tip at your entrance. "ready?" he asked as you nodded.

"please." you gazed up at him, feeling him lean to connect your lips while he pushed into you.

you gasped, lips opening and allowing tighnari to slip his tongue into your mouth. you both sighed as tighnari slowly stretched you out, hands gripping at the sheets and eyes shutting tight as he kept his hands pressed to your hips.

"so good, so tight." he moaned out, grinding his cock up into you, giving you ample time to adjust until you moved your hips against his.

as soon as you started begging for him, he began fucking you with more fervor, watching your body bounce as his hips snapped against yours.

you called out his name, eyes glazed over as he worried his lip between his teeth, fucking you like it was his life's purpose.

the second he found your g-spot, he knew by your reaction, feeling your body shake from the overstimulation against the area as he began abusing the spot similar to how cyno treated him as you practically screamed. tighnari immediately connected your lips to quiet you.

cyno watched the both of you, slowly stroking his cock, pleased to see tighnari making you fall apart so effortlessly as he moved to brush hair away from your sweaty faces, pressing kisses to the crown of both of your heads.

you barely had time to warn tighnari about this orgasm, head whipping back as you clenched around him, coming hard and feeling tighnari almost collapse onto you as he shuddered.

"archons-" he softly sobbed as he struggled to hold off his orgasm, refusing to come until he had cyno's permission.

tighnari slowly slid his dick out, painfully hard as cyno stroked his cheek. "good boy, such a good boy for me." his words were fuzzy to both yours and tighnari's ears as he praised the fennec man who let a lazy smile spread over his face. "i think you've more than earned your reward." he positioned himself behind tighnari, watching him collapse onto you to present himself to cyno.

tighnari stiffened as cyno pressed into him, body shaking on you as his hard dick rubbed against your thighs. you gently stroked his hair, cooing at him softly in your post-orgasm bliss as tighnari was reduced to a whiny, trembling mess, desperate to come.

cyno gave him a moment to adjust to the thickness before grinding up into him, watching him arch a little more and wiggle his hips as he gripped his tail, stroking the fur and fucking his hips against him. his heavy balls smacked against tighnari's ass, cock bobbing against your thighs as he shook with every thrust.

"good boy, so good." you smiled down at tighnari who stared up at you with glassy eyes. you were shocked at what a mess cyno could make of the normally oh so composed tighnari. you were indeed intrigued to see more of this side of the forest watcher.

"oh, please, please, come, can i? can i come, cyno, please?" tighnari begged, feeling cyno grind into his prostate. "cyno!" he whined, high pitched as cyno hummed.

"come for me." cyno answered. and oh, tighnari did. another deep grind to his prostate and your thighs rubbing against his dick had him coming into the condom wrapped around his dick, completely collapsing into the mattress as cyno continued to fuck him.

"cyno- no more."

"you know how this goes, honey." cyno leaned down. "you can come, if i let you, but that doesn't mean we're done, my sweet prince."

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