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cultrise · 7 months

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OVERSTIMULATION. SAL FISHER

꒷꒦ CONTENTS NSFW, mutual overstimulation, praise, p in v, clit rubbing ᵎᵎ wc 906

꒷꒦ NOTES i wrote this while half-asleep so i might edit more through it later 😭

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your boyfriend had been stressed for a while. his nightmares have gotten more frequent and he would often wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and hot all over.

you often spent the night with him because of it, ignoring any other responsibility just to be there and soothe him when he needed it. sal felt extremely guilty for it, apologising endlessly even if he didn’t need to. but in all honesty, no one could calm him the way you could, when he woke up panting and panicking and he got pulled into your arms, head nestled under your chin as you stroked his hair “it’s alright, sally. you’re home. you’re with me. everything’s alright”

college admissions were also coming up, which put even more pressure on sal, which was stupid considering how smart he actually was and how everybody around you was convinced he’d absolutely nail it. but this poor boy was stressed beyond repair, losing sleep every night and breaking into a sweat from the smallest task.. so it was no surprise when he came to you for help.

you had already told your boyfriend countless of times that you were going to be there for him and help him out with whatever he needed, just like you did back when you were teens. however, since becoming a couple, helping sal destress transitioned to…. other ways.

you whine loudly into the pillow, face almost buried into your pillow as sal pounded into you like a desperate man, trying to release his tension. his usually pale face was flushed pink, sweat making his blue bangs cling to his forehead as he let out staggered breaths and choked moans “fu..uck, i’m so.. so sorry, baby. you feel.. ah!.. too good”

his strokes were messy, his pace was uneven, yet somehow, even in his desperate attempts to get off he was still so attentive to your body, one thumb on your clit as he matched the unsteady pace of his hips with the one of his finger. and god, did you thank yourself for properly teaching this man how to please you because your knuckles had turned white from holding the sheets balled up into your fist. he was just that good.

the covers pooled under you as sal announced his 4th orgasm, making you whine. there was something truly paranormal about the way his stamina changed when he was stressed, he could go at it for hours, until he got every worry out. and oh, was he getting them out. you were both whiny messes, unable to speak other than utter each other’s names breathlessly while you moved your hips to meet his, desperate for more friction.

occasionally, sal would slow down for a second, shaky lips to your ear as he asked you “..hah.. you okay?.. wan’ stop?” and you always shook your head impatiently, asking him to “just move already!” and as his hands grip your hips, he complies to your request.

you were past counting how many orgasms you had by then, body limp and sweaty as your pussy dripped. and sal? sal kept going. if you weren’t so fucked out you would’ve been staring at him with your eyes wide, wondering if this really was the same lanky, shy and nerdy sal you fell in love with back in high school. so you grab his cheek gently, smoothing a thumb over his bottom lip (or what was left of it, anyway).

“that stressed? sure you don’t want to talk?” and sal whines, shaking his head rapidly before begs start stringing from his mouth “no.. nonono… after.. i, shit!.. one more and…. d..one” sal closed his eyes shut tight, tears forming into his eyes as the last wave of pleasure came over him. you had never seen him so fucked out, so needy.. especially by his own hand.

“oh..oH, fuck, baby!” sally whines as you press kisses to his temple, legs squeezing around his waist as you moaned into his heated skin “come on, pretty boy. know you can do it” that nickname. pretty boy. it always had sal’s brain spinning and he captures your lips, cumming loads into you before he drops limp on top, face nuzzled between your breasts.

your hand flies to his hair, gently caressing it as he brings you into a thankful kiss, body still coming down from the original high “ ‘m sorry” sal speaks up, making you smile “did i hurt you? in any way?” always such a gentleman. even after he has both of your bodies shake uncontrollably and consecutively, he’s still the one to ask if you enjoy it. and how can your response be negative?

“no, sally. it was perfect” you sigh as you kiss him, letting him finally relax and fall on top of you, in your embrace “made me feel so good” you coo as his blush deepens, not wanting to think of how filthy he was. to his core, no matter what sal fisher went through, he was always a gentleman, a soft hearted boy that was so selfless it actually hurt.

“think we deserve a nap now” you hum as you tie up his pretty hair into a low bun “think? i’m spent. this calls for a 5 hour nap” sal groans before getting a towel and jumping back into bed “come on, let me clean you up. can’t have my pretty girlfriend all dirty”

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cuarzorosita · 3 months

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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ㅤemilia.ㅤchilean.ㅤ20s.ㅤs!her.

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . requests are open. i write mostly for ⠀⠀⠀enzo vogrincic but any of the cast is welcome. ⠀⠀⠀spanish and english, i write in the language in ⠀⠀⠀which the order is made.

recent works . . . domestic relationship with enzo vogrincic, a family with enzo vogrincic,

#cuarzorosita 𐙚 page #cuarzorosita 𐙚 página #enzo vogrincic x reader

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lilacnini · 26 days

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reminded me of you frfr ><

[Intro: Wonhee] Baby, I'm just trying to play it cool But I just can't hide that I want you

[Verse 1: Minju, Iroha] Wait a minute, 이게 뭐지? (뭐지?) 내 심장이 love-dub 자꾸만 뛰어 저 멀리서도 oh, (Oh) my (My) gosh (Gosh) 끌어당겨 you're my crush 초능력처럼

[Pre-Chorus: Yunah, Moka, Wonhee] 거대한 자석이 된 것만 같아 my heart 네 모든 게 내 맘에 달라붙어버려, boy We're magnetized, 인정할게 This time, I want

[Chorus: Wonhee, Minju] You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you super 이끌림 You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you super 이끌림

[Intro: Wonhee] Baby, I'm just trying to play it cool But I just can't hide that I want you

[Verse 1: Minju, Iroha] Wait a minute, 이게 뭐지? (뭐지?) 내 심장이 love-dub 자꾸만 뛰어 저 멀리서도 oh, (Oh) my (My) gosh (Gosh) 끌어당겨 you're my crush 초능력처럼

[Pre-Chorus: Yunah, Moka, Wonhee] 거대한 자석이 된 것만 같아 my heart 네 모든 게 내 맘에 달라붙어버려, boy We're magnetized, 인정할게 This time, I want

[Post-Chorus: Moka, Iroha, Yunah, Wonhee] Bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae Dash-da-da, dash-da-da, dash-da Like it's magnetic Bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae Dash-da-da, dash-da-da Baby, don't say no

[Verse 2: Minju, Wonhee] 정반대 같아 our type 넌 J 난 완전 P S와 N 극이지만 그래서 끌리지 내가 만들래 green light 여잔 배짱이지 So let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go

[Pre-Chorus: Moka, Yunah, Iroha] 숨기고 싶지 않아 자석 같은 my heart 내 맘의 끌림대로 너를 향해 갈게, boy We're magnetized, 인정할게 This time, I want

[Chorus: Iroha, Minju] You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you super 이끌림 You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you super 이끌림

[Bridge: Yunah, Minju, Moka, Iroha, *Wonhee*] No push and pull, 전속력으로 너에게 갈게 (In a rush, in a rush) Our chemistry, 난 과몰입해 지금 순간에 (Baby, you're my crush, you're my crush) No push and pull, 네게 집중 후회는 안 할래 (Gonna dash, gonna dash) Never holding back, 직진해, yeah (직진해, yeah) *This time, I want*

[Chorus: Wonhee, Moka] You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you super 이끌림 You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you super 이끌림

[Post-Chorus: Minju, Iroha, Yunah, Wonhee] Bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae Dash-da-da, dash-da-da, dash-da Like it's magnetic Bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae, bae Dash-da-da, dash-da-da Baby, don't say no

[Verse 2: Minju, Wonhee] 정반대 같아 our type 넌 J 난 완전 P S와 N 극이지만 그래서 끌리지 내가 만들래 green light 여잔 배짱이지 So let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go

[Pre-Chorus: Moka, Yunah, Iroha] 숨기고 싶지 않아 자석 같은 my heart 내 맘의 끌림대로 너를 향해 갈게, boy We're magnetized, 인정할게 This time, I want

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blondeguitaristchick · 2 months

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✺ iso ꒰ josh & danny lane ꒱ 18 ⋆˚｡⋆𐙚 ‧₊˚ 𝜗𝜚 she / her. *₊˚ guitarist ୧ sapphic ⋆ . gold luver ♡ ࣪ 𓈒<greta van fleet3 ◌ ࣪

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viilpstick · 8 days

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Spoiler: she is a time keeper oc

YES

OMG I LOVE THOSE TYPE OF OCS

#inbox 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ✧#𐙚 moots ♡#♡ ! addie #OR STORIES #*pulls up 100 page lore of my others ocs*#see this bad boys?#they don't have an timeline #yes #thats their lore

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cherbun · 2 months

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✧ call me mimi!!

⤷ ⌞ she/her ⌝, twenties ⤦

uk.

#𐙚 #cherbun!#main page ᯓ★

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fairy-angel222 · 2 months

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𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—in which toji is constantly fucking women and disturbing your peace. your complaints lead to you becoming one of them.

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem! college reader

cw: smut, breeding, daddy kink, size kink, age gap, toji being a cocky prick, unsafe sex, ass slapping, mentions of cervix touching

Ever since you heard about your next door neighbor Mr. Fushiguro going through a divorce, things have been hell. For you.

From the day he first moved into the apartment, constantly arguing on the phone with his ex wife about whose turn it was to watch his son, Megumi.

When Megumi is over, everything’s quiet, and you finally get a chance to rest your head and relax in peace. Doing some studying and cleaning in the quiet atmosphere.

You wished the black haired boy would stay for just a day longer, because Toji is back to his usual self hours later. Bringing in young college girls one after the other. Fucking them hard against his headboard as they let out loud cries of daddy. It was annoying. You could even stay inside anymore to get work done.

At every hour of the day he seemed to be active, fucking through all sorts of women, the shaking of your thin bedroom wall never coming to an end as high pitched moans echoed through.

It was getting to the point where you couldn’t take it. You were so fed up. Didn’t he ever get tired? Tired of promising these young desperate girls to call them back only to throw away their numbers and fuck their friends the next day.

Weeks go by and nothing changes, Megumi coming over for a silent three days then leaving again. Giving his father enough time to fuck any feelings for his ex wife out of his system.

You swore you couldn’t take it, you had barely been able to study, occasionally spending an hour or two in a nearby café between classes. When you noticed your grades slipping, your eyes having prominent bags at the lack of sleep, you groan loudly in frustration. Finding your legs moving before you could even process it.

Your fist raising to knock on the man’s door once, then twice, with no answer. You huffed, going in to knock a third time before the door swung open. A tall, muscular man towering over you with a scowl. “What?”

Your eyes widened as you scanned over his body, his perfectly sculpted face, broad shoulders, defined abs, and the very distinct outline in his sweats.

The man cleared his throat, a smirk gracing his face when he startled you out of your intense drooling. “Now, what do we have here?” he chuckled deeply, tilting his head to the side with crossed arms as he rested against the door’s frame. “Here to get your turn doll?”

You gulped, finding it harder to spit out your words as the Fushiguro man stared you down. “I.. I’m here to ask you to keep the noise down, some people have actual work to do.”

Toji whistled, “Oh? A bold one huh? I like it,” His hand reaching under your chin to make you look fully up at him. “you’re a pretty little thing you know,” he spoke, running his thumb along your bottom lip, “wonder what you’d look like ruined underneath me.”

You ignored the flutter that went off in your pussy, clenching your thighs discreetly as you glared. “Just keep the noise down okay old man? I'm trying to study.”

Toji could feel his cock grow harder, you were just what he needed. “So i’m an old man now? That’s a first, usually girls like you just call me daddy.” he shrugged, “but it’s okay, you’ll get there.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, annoyance written all over your face to mask the arousal swirling in your stomach. He’d probably fucked the entire neighborhood by now, including the campus, so you weren’t gonna fall for his sick charms. You just hoped he complied and kept the place quiet, you didn’t need that usual noise the day before your big test.

Toji had surprisingly did as you asked, and you sighed in content as you read through the pages of your notes. Your pen in your hand finding itself in between your teeth as you bit down softly. You got what you wanted, so why was your mind running wild with thoughts of the Fushiguro man’s hands on your body as he fucked you like all of those other girls.

You shifted in your seat, one leg over the other to bring stimulation to your needy clit making you whimper softly. You couldn’t let yourself give in.

Another week passed and you once again found yourself in the same noisy predicament. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the man more than twice your age. Way too old for you yet just so.. hot. Toji Fushiguro had become your fantasy.

And it was unbearable.

Hearing all these moans day and night. Hearing Toji’s loud grunts and groans as he no doubt left them with the best fuck of their lives.

It was Thursday, and Megumi would be coming tomorrow per routine, so you’d finally get a break then. But, you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted an excuse to go over there. Your face serious as you banged on his door.

You waited a minute, a shirtless Toji emerging into the door frame as it flew open. Toji smirked, “Ah, you again.” His sweatpants hung dangerously low beneath the start of his v line, black hair messy as his tongue darted out to swipe across his lips. “Finally came to your senses?”

His last fuck had left right before you came, coincidentally of course.

“N-no.” you objected sternly. “I’m here to ask you again to just be.. what are yo-“

You swallowed hard when he began stalking towards you, a sinister grin on his face as you were backed up against a wall. His breath fanned your head as he bent his neck. Hands on the walls near each side of your face. “Your face says otherwise, doll.”

“No it d-doesn’t.. you’re just a cocky old man preventing me from getting things done.”

Toji’s brow raised with a deep hearty chuckle, “Back to that nickname i see,” His hand grabbing hold of your cheeks and squeezing them together. “Gonna have to clean that mouth of yours, teach you how to be a good girl.”

You whimpered lowly, feeling wetness pool between your legs as you looked up through your lashes. Toji’s eyes trailing to your glossy lips as he inhaled sharply. “Don’t worry, this dirty old man’s lips are clean”

Pressing his lips roughly to yours, your eyes widening as you gripped the edge of your skirt with a moan. Toji smirked against your lips, his hands hooking beneath your legs as he lifted you up. Your frame so much smaller in comparison to his larger one.

Toji was quick to bring you inside. And you found yourself sitting on the man’s lap, your skirt bunched up at your hips as he hammered up into your wet cunt with brute force. His hands kneading into the flesh of your ass each time you ground your hips onto him.

You let out a loud mewl, his thick cock stretching you out and grazing against your gummy walls as he fucked you deep. Feeling him within your stomach when you cried out. “Fushiguro-san— ah, so- ngh g-ood.”

“That’s not my name doll, try again.” he growled deeply, landing his palm onto your ass in a hard slap. And you whimpered tearfully at the sting. “T-toji—” Another harsh smack burning through your flesh making you let out a cry. “Last chance.”

You moaned loudly, your back arching as Toji slammed into you. “D-daddy, ahh daddy, o-oh fuckk—,”

Toji hummed in satisfaction, “Look at you, thought i was a dirty old man hmm?” His teeth biting softly at the delicate skin of your neck, his pelvis hitting your red puffy folds relentlessly. “Moaning for me like a little slut, so fucking pretty.”

You let out a shaky cry, “Haah— F-fushiguro-san,” Your pussy clenched down on his girth, his rough hand making its way around your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look at him. “Not gonna fucking tell you again.”

You mewled, “‘M sorry— nngh,” Your back arching when Toji bullied his cock deeper into you.

“Still waiting doll.” he grunted, eyes dark as his grip on your throat tightened, your moans and whimpers loud as his thighs noisily met your sticky cunt. “D-addy— ahh- so good,” you cried, feeling his angry tip forcing its way to your cervix, kissing the entrance with each harsh thrust.

“Good fucking girl, you’re getting there” he grinned with a groan. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, your pussy gushing messily onto him as loud squelching sounds filled the room. “Pussy’s so fucking tight— better be on the pill cause i’m botta cum in that pretty pussy, shit.”

“Ah— nngh daddy, ‘m close- gonna cum.” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back and your lips parting in a string of incoherent babbles, Toji’s thrusts sloppy as he groaned.

“Gonna cum on this old man’s dick yeah?” He teased cockily, “Had so much talk for someone who’s falling apart on my cock.” Toji grunted, “Bet ya sat there listening like a lil perv, your hand down your panties hmm?”

You shook your head no with a cry, “Uh uh- ahh— wasn’t.”

“Sure about that? Sure you didn’t sit there and fantasize about me fucking you like a little slut?” His hand reached down to rub at your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth.

Your breathing sped up as you felt a coil buildup in your stomach. Your body shaking with pure ecstasy. You let out a high pitched scream, the stimulation to your g spot making your head go fuzzy. Vision turning white as you clenched down tightly on Toji’s cock.

“O-oh fuck— ‘m cumming— ah, cumming daddy.” Toji’s hand pressed down harder on your throat, the pressure restricting your air flow making you let out a choked mewl. Tears welling in your eyes as his heavy balls smacked against your ass.

“Nngh—” The ring of white thickened at his base as you let out whiny cries. Toji’s hand working small circles on the sensitive bud before he brought his lips to your ear. His voice deep and gruff as he groaned. “Fuck doll- squeezing me so tight, come on and scream for me.” He breathed, “make a mess on my cock.”

Toji’s mean pace became too much, a tight pull in your stomach as your mouth fell open, legs trembling with loud cries as an unfamiliar feeling washed over you.

It was heavenly, your brain going dumb and your pupils disappearing behind heavy lids as you screamed loudly, head falling back and nails digging into his shoulders as you fell off the edge.

Toji never slowing the movement of his hips, still hammering up into you despite the mess you were making on his thighs. Your pussy spraying streams after streams of clear liquid as you arched your hips, grinding back and forth to ride out your squirting orgasm.

“Even fucking louder than any of my previous fucks.” he laughed, “Wonder what the neighbors would say, went from being a whiny little bitch to being the same thing you complained about.”

You let out a whine, Toji flipping you abruptly onto your back, his hand still around your neck as the position allowing him to hit even deeper. “Fuck,” he grunted, his words in between each thrust. “gonna fucking breed that pussy so deep.” Letting out a low groan at the last thrust, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss as he bottomed out.

A whimper fell past your lips into his when you felt him fill you up, his cum shooting in hot thick spurts along the walls of your cunt.

He smirked as he pulled away, watching you pant heavily. “Would make such a good breeding bunny.” Dipping his fingers past your lips and resting them on the back of your tongue. “Might have to keep you around, can’t be disturbed if you’re the one making the noise now can you?”

You shook your head tiredly, forcing your eyes to stay open as Toji pulled out of you. His sticky cum seeping out of your fluttering pussy slowly. Your brain was still so clouded, blinking in and out of blurry vision.

Toji hid the smile threatening to creep up onto his face, his face neutral as he plopped down onto the couch next to you. “Rest if you need to, then leave.” He said nonchalantly, trying to seem like his usual self despite the fact that he had not kicked you out yet. Which was something he never did, let a girl stay any longer than a second after sex.

The man would never admit it, but there was just something about you.

He wanted to make you his pretty little doll.

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markzpov · 14 days

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nct dream : nicknames they call you

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mark

my girl — mark is very laid back but he also love showing you off to the world , every time he introduces you to either his friends or anyone he knows he always uses this it’s cute. this nickname is also taken to the bedroom any time you give him head or you finish him off nicely with a little pop his response will always be “that’s my girl”.

dude — he calls you this on a daily but in a very affectionate way it’s not that he doesn’t acknowledge you as his girlfriend it’s actually the opposite he normally calls people he’s very close to this which is why you have gotten used to it since it’s his way of showing affection. this one tho stays out the bedroom tho !

mamas — this man , he knows this is your favourite nickname especially when he says it with his raspy deep ass voice. he knows immediately that he has created a pool in your panties he always uses this when he’s in control (which is most of the time) or anytime you also want to take control. “lemme take care of you mamas” or “spread your legs for me mamas” it gets you every time.

renjun

baby — he only uses this in the bedroom as when he’s in there his brain can’t comprehend actual words so this is the simplest nickname he can use. he loves praising you with this nickname for making him feel good. “good job baby”

darling — when it comes to nicknames renjun is super serious about them he doesn’t want to give you any typical nickname that those little ass boyfriends be calling their one out ten girlfriends. so he decided to call you darling it’s something very special but also cute.

beauty — he always uses this when he wants to remind you that you’re very beautiful it doesn’t matter what other people say he think you’re the prettiest person in the world. he also calls you that in the morning like “wake up my little sleeping beauty”

jeno

angel — he mostly says this on a daily basis this is your most used nickname , he feels comfortable enough to use this around his family and his members without making either you or him or other uncomfortable but he might sometimes bring this nickname in the bedroom. “yess angel swallow that all for me”

gorgeous — he mostly uses this whenever you dress up or you feel insecure , to make you understand that you’re the one and only girl for him and that you look beautiful all dressed up or not it doesn’t matter.

slut — THIS. this right here is his favourite nickname whilst he’s breaking your back and putting you in 72 different positions this man loves to use this nickname in the bedroom it’s his custom to use it.

jaemin

my doll — he uses this sometimes mostly when he’s really adoring you (this man does it every day) but it’s a very cute nickname you like but would like to hear him use way more often. he doesn’t mind using this in front if the members jaemin isn’t really ashamed of what the member think so he doesn’t mind calling you any nickname.

cutie — this nickname he uses it practically all the time he loves adoring you so he treats you like a baby (which most of the time you fight him for) however this nickname it’s very cute and he just loves making you feel like you’re adored

princess — he uses this mostly in the bedroom sure jaemin thinks he's a princess but you? you're like the princess of all princesses to him. plus jaemin feels the need to remind you of your worth day in and day out , which is why he always uses this in the bedroom to remind you about your authority

haechan

sunshine — if he’s the sun he will definitely call you sunshine you literally brighten every part of his life and make his whole day a flowing moment of happiness which he love you for but this is your mostly common nickname coming from him

honey — he loves giving you cute but matured nicknames mostly as jokes but he loves this one because he knows how much you flush when he calls you that even if you don’t show it your cheeks burn up every time

sunflower — he uses this in the bedroom a lot it has some innocence to it like a normal cute flower that people adore and most don’t have no sexual connections to it. now he has you in the bedroom ruining you as his own little sunflower (yes this man has a corruption kink) “my innocent sunflower is getting ruined today”

chenle

baby — chenle's not much of a petnames guy aside from a casual baby here and there but you suppose that's what makes it way more special when he does use them. he mostly uses this when you guys are at home or over text sometimes

sweetie — if he really wants to give you a cute different nickname that you TOTALLY didn’t beg for i think sweetie is the one he chooses for you. he tries to give you the love and praises you deserve through sweet nicknames.

your name — like i said this boy isn’t a very nickname type of person so most time he will use your name like when i mean most times i mean practically all the time , like when he’s with his members , family , even in the bedroom you know. it feels way more natural for him.

jisung

love — jisung is a very shy person so he’s very shy and nervous when it comes to throwing around the phrase “i love you(s)” so instead he made it a nickname for you so it’s doesn’t feel like he’s neglecting your love. every time he calls you this tho he does blush even more than you do

beautiful — he loves to appreciate your beauty it doesn’t matter at what time or at what point he will always give you props for it and he will always make sure you don’t feel like he’s not sharing his love with you so he makes sure to call you beautiful every time you meet eyes.

pretty girl — like i said he loves to appreciate your beauty like jisung knows you’re pretty but there are times that it might be hard for you to accept it and you guys don’t quite share the same opinion and he would immediately say “hey pretty girl looks at me please” and try to comfort you giving you all the loving in the world

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yok00k · 4 months

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LOVE.

pairing: pinkcoquette/Sanriolover!oc x bf!jk

genre: fluff, smut

“Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely”

Synopsis: you wanted to try the “pink coquette core” on your boyfriend and your poor sleepy dog

warnings: brief SMUT at the end, oc is desperate, clingy, and be waking everyone up @ midnight in the name of coquette core💀, too much love in the air, mention of jk only in his sweatpants, dirty thoughts, (pink bow should have its own warning too imo)

Author’s note: this is my very first work/drabble ^o^ I was mainly inspired by these outta pocket ‘coquette core’ videos on tiktok and it made me think about my man jungkook and my son bam (this is unedited & will probably stay that way, I just write for my own sanity)

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Pleaseeee my kookie? I promise it will be quick” I desperately pleaded to him as I straddled him on the couch. I showered his entire head with plenty of my sweet kisses, trying to convince him to do a foolish video that’s quite trending today. The only response I got are his arms snaking around my lower waist while he continues to watch his tv show, Bloodhound.

Early this morning, I was scrolling on my ‘for you’ page and saw a bunch of pretty and pleasing coquette videos. Essentially, pink bows were wrapped around the daintiest [and most random] stuffs including ramen cup noodles, lip oil, or even a rose toy. Do I get the pattern of the coquette trend? Absolutely not. But one certain thing I’m sure of is that I will wrap a tiny baby pink bow around my boyfriend. And it will happen no matter what it takes.

Since offering him with plenty of affection doesn’t seem to work, I had to go down with my last technique. “I will grant you three wishes if you let me do it” I whispered softly to his ear. Immediately, he grabbed the remote to pause the show that he was so focused on .

“Anything?” Jungkook eagerly asked, two round, shining dark eyes gaze upon me as they search for assurance in my words. “Anything” I guarantee, kissing his pretty nose before getting off his lap.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

“koo stay still” I complained while giggling at the sight of him attempting to awkwardly stand still with a flimsy ribbon flimsy bow that looped around his torso and veiny arms.

‘How cute’ I thought.

While trying to capture videos and a couple of photos of him, I can’t help but to flash a grin. Small things like this really make my heart so full. Spending a solid quality time with him, even if it’s doing something nonsense is a memory I will forever value.

“So cute” I mumbled, staring at my phone as I went through the images I took seconds ago.

After a minute or two, Jungkook, who’s still standing, took a loud, deep breath.

“baby are we done yet?” he whined. “Oh my bad kookie” I rushed to turn off my phone to finally give my undivided attention to him. The ribbon tied around him got unfasten by me. Finally, he can breathe freely again.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

It was midnight when out of nowhere, another light bulb popped out of my brain on what (or who) to use the notorious pink decoration for. And in this case, I won’t be able to sleep unless I accomplish the sudden idea. Somehow, I managed to escape from Jungkook’s arms securely holding onto my waist. I quickly grab two pink short strips and head to the living room. The entire apartment was filled by silence and darkness therefore I turned the mini lampshade in the corner, causing Bam to wake up and immediately have his guards up. When he recognized that it was just me, he put his head down on the floor while holding a gaze on me as if he’s questioning ‘why is she bothering me at this hour?’

“I’m sorry for waking you up this hour bammie, mama just needs to do something real quick ok?” I gently explained to the Doberman. It didn’t take me so much time to delicately tie a not-so-tight bow around his both ears. What took time was taking good pictures of him for the reasons that he’s moving too much and doesn't know what on earth is going on.

“Look at mami bam” I whispered, snapping my fingers to get his attention to look in the camera. The poor dog keeps moving his head, figuring out the thing around his ears are for.

“Baby what are you doing?” an abrupt voice spoke behind me.

Shit. Turning my body around, I got a glance at the half lidded eyes filled with pure curiosity. As I examined his tall and muscular physique, I also didn’t fail to notice that he was only wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants. And when I say only, I meant only so don’t ask me for any color of something.

The things that my mind urges me to do.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

I dropped my knees in front of him, left hand wrapped in his upper leg while the other hand softly palmed his growing tent. I looked into his eyes as I gave his clothed cock few pecks, teasing him. Instantly he gave me a nod before throwing his head back, gesturing to me to keep on going.

I wasted no time and pulled down his sweatpants till an angry, hard cock that slapped his bottom abdomen was released from being suffocated. It’s too pretty, so desperate to be touched. Using my small grip, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, directing it right to my drooling mouth. I gifted his pink mushroom tip kitty licks, then proceeded to gradually bob my head up and down greedily to his cock as if he’s my last meal.

“mmh.. so good baby” jungkook shamelessly groans, the cold room is filled with nothing but dirty, loud moans. The noises motivated me to go on and also to do the best I can to make him feel good.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

“___, you still with me?” he asked again, bringing me out in reality from the filthy thoughts that've been going around the back of my head.

“yeah.. I was just trying the ribbon on Bam” I responded breathlessly as my gaze returned to his beautiful eyes. I just smiled, as if I wasn’t imagining an obscene scene with him a few seconds ago. “let’s go to sleep” I announced as I got up from the ground.

and before we sleep, I made sure to turn my little cute scenario into reality.

#jungkook x reader #jungkookxreader #jungkook imagine #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkooksmut #hello kitty #jungkook fanfiction #jk smut

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riizewrld · 3 months

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⋆° 𐙚 ₊⋆𖦹 ⋆｡

“my boyfriend hasn’t asked me to be his valentines” trend ft. RIIZE hyung line!!

𐙚 warnings: some suggestive content. uh ?? jokingly selling your boyfriend? literal objectification but in a joking way ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

shotaro:

•looks small but could actually mess you up

•superior fashion sense

•has moves like jagger (his hips don’t lie)

•his laugh is so precious, you might cry

•super romantic

• model-like body proportions

• will make tiktoks with you

• he loves sweets

•HE CAN DRIVE

•you genuinely won’t find a cuter or purer person than him

•might let you top him ( ≖‿ ≖ )

eunseok:

•looks hot and mysterious but is actually a dork

•coochie destoryer

•lowkey a bully but makes up for it (ง'̀-'́)ง

•5’11 but 6’0 on a good day

•honestly a visual king

•goofy

•can make a hoodie and sweats look designer

• certified pasta loverr

•especially good with parents

•type of guy that makes you wanna be a stay at home mom

sungchan:

•is a real life sonny angel

•big and strong but is actually scared of everything

•looks supercalifragilisticexpialidocious in anything, especially tight fitting tops

•has abs

•kinda possessive

•kdrama lead but irl

• he’s over 6ft !!!!

•is simply a good hearted person

•golden retriever personality

•phenomenal 🐱 eater

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cultrise · 6 months

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LONG SHIFT. mike schmidt

𖦹 SYNOPSIS mike gets needy when he sees you wear his hoodie

𖦹 CONTENTS NSFW, face riding, oral (fem!receiving), mike forgets to breathe lol, a little p in v at the end (only mentioned)

your boyfriend had been waiting to come home all day, unable to stop thinking about how damn attractive you looked that morning while wearing his old hoodie.

his shift felt longer than usual, trying to get it to pass quicker just so he can get home, check on abby and then have his way with you. which is why, as soon as he got home, mike burst through the door as quick as he could.

it didn’t take long for you to find yourself on the bed, thighs hugging his head as you grinded your hips against his face. the moment mike had arrived home he made sure everything in the house was in order (including checking on abby, of course), before shamelessly waking you up and begging you to sit on his face.

“f..fuuckk…. mike–“ your whines get cut off by his own as you grind your clit against his nose. his head is swimming with lust, eyes half-lidded as he focuses all his attention on licking your pussy, hands holding your waist as his dick strains against his boxers.

with all the desperation build up in him, he lifts you up slightly, gasping for air and smacking his damp lips as you smile endearingly at him “forgot to breathe?” and he nods, a sheen of sweat covering his brow.

“look at you… of course i did….” and before you know it he’s back into it again, making you take ahold of his hair, gripping and pulling at his brown curls as he moans into your cunt. at the end of the day, who needs sleep anyway? especially when he has such a beautiful girl over him. especially when she’s his. especially when she’s wearing his clothes.

his chin pushes up, tongue teasing your sensitive clit as he makes out with it, his stubble poking at your pussy lips, making you moan. mike has you cumming soon enough, his hands gripping his your hoodie before you drop to his side, chest heaving and legs shaking.

he rolls over, eyes still filled with lust as he sucks marks into your neck, making you dig your fingers into his hair and caress his scalp again. “please, let me put it in, baby… i’ve been thinking about it all night…” he pleads, voice barely above a whisper. and are you really going to ignore him? when he asks so nicely? of course not.

he’ll have you up most of the night, biting back his own moans as you bury yourself in the pillow and let him fuck you stupid. will most likely regret doing it for so long when he realises he’s only slept for two hours but oh well,,

please wear his hoodies again.

#𐙚 — pages.#𐙚— dreamscape.#fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #mike #mike schmidt x reader smut #mike x reader #mike schmidt x reader

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3lyvshiro · 9 months

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𐙚 ⋆₊˚ 10:31 ..ᐟ

˗ˏˋ୧ —pairing: Suna Rintaro x f!reader

˗ˏˋ୧ genre: fluff, suggestive,

—warnings: mentions of tits, ass, and thighs

𐙚 —Synopsis: your bf comes home tired so he strips infront of you and shoves his head on yo chest.

"Bad day?" you asked half heartedly, leaning your weight onto the headboard by your shared bed, your eyes on the book you were currently immersed in.

you could see Suna coming into the room from your peripheral view, and even you could tell he looked like his life got sucked out of him. From the way his shoulders sagged more than usual, and how he didnt greet you with a kiss yet like he usually would.

Rintaro was tired. he had a shitty day at work. everything was too bright, everyone was too loud, nothing went his way, his blocks were so noticeably sluggish today that his coach had to ask him to go home early. Rin was not having it. He was exhausted. All he wanted to do was come home to you and recieve your affection and comfort. he had priorities.

"Youre home early." You mumbled, trying again.

At his lack of answer you glanced up at him dryly only for you to do a double take, looking up from your book as you watched him take off his shirt. woah.

You bookmark your page before placing your book down the table next to your big bed, but before your boyfriend could take a step to you and get your affections,

He felt himself have to physically pause as you let out a low whistle the moment he lifted his shirt off. You couldnt resist the temptation to tease him, plus, you couldnt take your eyes off his abs and toned upper body the moment he flat out stripped.

"bad day?" you questioned, once more, testing the waters.

At your playful grin, he ignored you with a tired look before slumping in bed with you, curling next to you as he blatantly layed his head down on your chest unannounced.

"Mm" Rin let out groggily, his first instinct stuffing his face on his girls chest.

You were surprised by his sudden action, without any hesitation too. Not that you minded. it was actually really cute the way rin was nuzzling onto your chest. he reminded you of a cat. a big.. 6'3.. cat...

You didnt mind at all. it's just that knowing Rin.... He honestly wouldve just groped you on the spot.

Your boyfriend has absolutely zero shame. none at all. not even in public. in fact he would publicly grope you. wherever, whenever. doesnt matter if its your chest, ass, thighs, he cannot keep his hands to himself if it would save him. You half expected him to curl into a ball on your side, rest his head on your shoulder and start squishing your chest with his big calloused hands but you assume he was just too tired to joke around like that right now, and all he needed was a relief and some love from his girl. His comfort, His home, His love, the person he can come home to everyday knowing she'd be waiting right there to welcome him in her arms.

You placed your hand on your boyfriends head and started playing with his soft locks, cooing at him at how adorable he was acting right now. Usually, if it were any other time, Rin would've rolled his eyes at you, maybe add in a sassy remark, but not right now. right now, he just wanted to bask in your love and affection.

Feeling Rins arms wrap around your waist, you gently clawed your nails at his broad back, humming at the way he buried his face even deeper on your chest, if that was possible.

As you had one hand buried in his hair and the other on his back, you slowly glided your nails up his shoulder blades, not hard enough to leave scratch marks like when..when you two are doing certain activities... but just enough for him to sigh in the relief you were giving him right now.

You subtly moved your nails to claw at his back once again, barely reaching the middle when you heard him groan in satisfaction and contentment in the semi-massage, and attention his girlfriend was giving him.

A smile graced your face shortly after you heard his voice. theres my rin.

With slow movements, you moved your hand down to massage his neck. Rintaro sighed, thanking the gods for whatever thing hes done to deserve you.

He doesn't know what he did at all, but it must've been damn fucking good just for him to score a person like you. He must have been an angel whos done not a single bad deed, he thinks. i mean its only rational, considering how you came into his life and changed everything. hes convinced he did no wrong, commited no sins at all.

Rin shakes his head, dismissing the thought as he felt your nails dig onto a good spot. he let out a low sigh as your thumb gently rubbed over his neck. you took the short strands of hair framing his face, then tucked some behind his ear. Much like what he would do to fluster you. This time though, you could feel him smiling through the way he hummed and nuzzled his head further on your chest. rin loved being babied by you.

You had a soft look on your face too, watching him act like this, it really does do an effect on you.

you leaned down and kissed his temple, whispering your love to him and nothing but sweetness.

it didnt take long before your eyes met his soft gaze after a few seconds. you see him lift his head, and despite his eyes being the only thing you could see, you still caught that furious blush that adorned his face, no matter how he had tried to hide it with shoving his face deeper onto your chest, your could still see the red spreading onto his ears as you giggled at him.

After your giggles died down, and his struggling came to a halt,

".. i love you. Thank you for loving me." you heard rin whisper, voice muffled.

LMAOOOOO SORRY FOR THE SYNOPSIS IT MIGHTVE BEEN A WEE BIT MISLEADING 🤓

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loveindefinitely · 3 months

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— ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ THREE OF HEARTS | könig x ghost x reader

✩ PART ONE / ACE OF SPADES

// read on ao3. fic playlist. series masterlist.

<- previous part | next part ->

You can still taste the smoke on your lips.

The flavour of tobacco against your tongue, the spiralling smoke brushing your cheek. A hand in your hair, another between your thighs. One strong chest pressed against your own, the other laid onto the sheets between your legs.

A name spoken against your ear, another whisper muffled by your thighs.

Torture, in its rawest of forms – malicious and cruel and perfect. An agonising taunt of what could be, if not for regulations, rules; decorum and practicality. Right and wrong.

It had been two years since you’d seen the men that starred in your darkest of fantasies. Or, more precisely, six-hundred and thirty-eight days since you’d tasted them, breathed in the strong scent of their cologne.

But you weren’t counting.

You wouldn’t dare.

…Still.

Six-hundred and thirty-eight days, you’d spent, longing and hoping and dreaming of another moment. A possibility to be embraced, once more, by them. Even just a minute of their time, to speak, to ask if they felt the same instant connection you had.

Six-hundred and thirty-eight days of waiting for this very moment.

“Sergeant, I’m sure you’re at least aware of Colonel König and Lieutenant Ghost,” your Commander speaks, elbows resting on his desk, hands folded underneath his chin as he studies you.

Your mouth is barren of moisture, all of it draining straight to where your clasped hands grow clammy in your lap. Without a word, you nod. Your Commander doesn’t comment, but his eyes narrow, and he releases a short exhale.

The room feels so small, now, his office like your own personal prison cell. Walls a fading beige, the seat beneath you a cracking leather – the stench of old paperwork. It’s a challenge not to cough from the dust.

“And I know that you’re well aware of your upcoming mission. Tomorrow, correct?” He asks, flipping through the stapled stack of paper before him, tongue peaking out to lick over his thumb as he skims over the fineprint.

You nod once more, eyes nervously darting around the enclosed space. No windows? Seriously?

“You’re a smart woman,” he observes, with a small shrug of his shoulders, eyeing you curiously. “I think you know what I’m implying.”

The contracted mission, which had once been an infiltration, targeted approach, has turned into a long-term undercover one overnight. In fact, you hadn’t been informed of the drastic change until ten minutes ago.

Neither had you been informed of the two soldiers you’d be working with.

You didn’t know if you’d ever regretted something this deeply.

Ever.

“I don’t even know the details, let alone my cover,” you begin, fidgeting with the hem of your civvies tank, “Isn’t this CIA shit, anyways? Why are we –”

“You know damn well why we need you three on this, and not just any agent,” Your Commander raises an unimpressed brow, and you slump further into your chair. He’s right, of course, but it doesn’t mean that it makes you feel any better.

The layers within this mission were nearly impossible to decipher.

A foreign terrorist – one growing a steady following within political groups and extremists – was pulling the strings of one of the most exclusive and profitable trafficking rings in the world. And he was doing it right underneath the public’s noses.

What the cover was hadn’t been known – until this morning.

“Read it yourself,” your Commander breathes exasperatedly, and with that tone, you know it’s not going to be pretty.

Tossing the paper over to your side of the desk, it skids to a soft stop right at the edge.

Flitting your gaze to the front page, your stomach sinks.

There, in printed, full colour – is them. They look unbelievably imposing, with their uniforms, and their masked faces.

You knew what was hidden beneath that black fabric.

The images aren’t the only thing to catch your abrupt attention, however, your focus instantly snatching on the cover stories. The…

Oh. Fuck.

“Commander –”

He instantly raises a palm, and you bite your tongue, hesitantly reading the text from start to end. It doesn’t make the situation any better; somehow, it makes it worse – tenfold.

You speak before you can stop yourself.

“BDSM?”

If all the blood has drained from your face, you’d be lucky to die on the spot. Because, truly, you can’t think of a better option. A bullet to the head, maybe? Arsenic in the water sat next to the contract?

Yeah. Anything is better than whatever the fuck you’re supposed to be doing tomorrow.

And for the indefinite future.

“I know that it’s impractical,” he tries to amend, obviously seeing the pure distraught written all over your features, “But it’s our safest bet. There’s thousands – millions of lives on the line here. And I’m sure you’re not alone in your… hesitation, either.”

Chewing at your inner cheek, you nervously skim over the rest of the information, before skidding it back over to your Commander, running a hand down your face.

“I have to pretend,” you inhale, deep, “To be in a kinky throuple.”

With the men who you’d done ‘kinky throuple’ shit with, went unsaid.

The man across from you winces. But he doesn’t deny it.

“That’s…” He seems to search for words, but comes out empty. He clears his throat. “Yeah. That’s… That’s pretty much. The cover story.”

He sounds highly uncomfortable with the topic at hand, but with sweat beading at the nape of your neck, and your mind reeling, you can’t find it in yourself to have any empathy. At least he didn’t have to infiltrate a fucking sex club.

Flashes of bare skin, scarred jaws, calloused hands –

“When’s the briefing?”

The words fall from your lips in a breath, your subconscious need for information being set to default while the rest of your brain tries to play catch-up.

Looking down at the bulky, gluttonously gold watch adorning his wrist, your Commander grimaces, before looking back up to you with an apologetic frown. “It’s in five minutes. This morning’s been a rush, sorry, kid.”

Rising from your seat on unsteady legs, you accept your own copy of the papers with shaky hands. If your Commander notices the trembling, he doesn’t comment on it.

They feel heavier than any weight, the words in your hands – the words bearing down on your soul.

Attempting to make sense of it all is a fruitless effort, and trying to reason with it is just as impossible. How could you? When this undercover mission was likely going to be the most difficult one of your life? Was this the universe’s form of a taunt, a punishment?

Your Commander opens the door for you, the soft draft of the hallway allowing you to breathe.

The stifled, stale air of his office gives way, and your shoulders loosen slightly from the tight posture they were in. Maybe everything will be fine. You won’t be in a fake relationship with the men who you had a relationship with, however short-lived, to stop a world-class terrorist.

…Totally.

Following your Commander tightly behind him, your mind a hurricane of emotions and anxiety, you chew at the inside of your cheek as you rack your thoughts for any sense of direction.

You, inevitably, come up empty.

Boots hitting the linoleum floor swiftly, the sound echoing around the empty space, you release short, calming breaths. Realistically speaking, this wasn’t going to be the cause of your death – you were a professional. You were one of the most skilled coveted ops agents for-hire, and what was this but just another aspect of your job?

Maybe this was exactly what you’d been hoping for – a real, substantial opportunity.

Maybe they’ve both forgotten you.

Your breath hitches at that thought.

It takes root in your mind instantly. What’s making you believe that they care, in the slightest, for you? What makes you think that one night of lustful desires could hold a flame to a proper relationship?

What if you were just that – one night? Nothing more of importance, or worth, to them?

“C’mon, kid,” Your Commander claps a comforting hand onto your shoulder, near dragging you into the briefing room.

You’re just grateful that he takes your hesitation as an uneasiness about the cover story, and not the men you’ll have to execute it with. …Although, the cover story isn’t exactly a breeze, either, König and Ghost aside.

The air-conditioned meeting room feels like ice against your heated skin, the door closing behind both you and your Commander as he goes to take a seat at the head of the table, beside a woman of whom you haven’t seen before. Her dirty blonde hair is pulled back into a short ponytail, a classic button-up adorning her torso as she flips through the files in front of her.

When she looks up, she greets your Commander with a short nod, before giving one to you, too.

Other than her, the room is empty – and checking the decade-old clock on the wall, it seems like there’s only a minute until the official starting time.

Choosing the safest bet, a chair to the left of the elongated, wooden table, you sit in the middle. It feels like the best choice – not too close to the Commanders or any Chiefs.

You aren’t new to the concept of briefings; in fact, you’d likely been involved in more than any of the Sergeants you knew.

Being an expert in the field of undercover and intelligence-based operations means that you attended more meetings than, say, an explosives expert. You have to know the smallest details; discuss them and pick them apart, add your own two cents.

Intelligence is something you pride yourself on – you break most stereotypes about the military, all in one go, and you aren’t ashamed of that. Book smart, progressive; a woman.

It never fails to make you smile internally, the second-glances from the withering old men that held authority within your ranks. While you deal with the drawbacks every second you work, there are some benefits, you suppose.

The cushioned meeting chair is comfortable where you’re seated, hands folded dutifully in your lap as you await everyone else’s arrival.

Their arrival.

Door creaking open, your heart skips a beat in your chest as you instantly dart your gaze up.

You most definitely do not deflate when you see one of your Lieutenants walk in, instead of a specific one from the Task Force. …Or a six-foot-ten Colonel.

The logistics of this mission must’ve been insane to sort out. While KorTac and SpecGru are formally enemies, and actively enemies, too, there are under-the-table deals and trades made between the two behind closed doors.

This must be a prime example of such a decision.

König and Ghost – from those few hours you’d spent with them – had been amicable. That was putting it lightly; they definitely shared a few secretive, heated looks, even a kiss and a few strokes, too.

Maybe the whole forbidden thing was even more intense, for them? Being so explicitly enemies?

You weren’t exactly sure – still aren’t.

None of it makes any sense, which is a debilitating feeling, for someone who needs to know everything at all times. As best as you can, anyways.

Taking the spot directly in front of you, your Lieutenant gives you a kind smile. You easily reciprocate, even with your anxiety heightened, your thighs squeezing together underneath the shadows of the table.

The overhead lights are a harsh, grating white, and you feel a pounding headache incoming.

Your Commander and the woman seem to be engaging in a quick, near-silent conversation at the head of the table. They swap some papers around, narrow their gazes, raise brows. They’re… hostile, but not unbearably so – amicable enough not to cause a fight.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The world doesn’t stop, time doesn’t freeze, but it’s a close thing with the way your heart stutters in your chest, your breath cutting off with your last inhale.

At the door, fist still raised, deep blue eyes and a sniper hood meet your startled gaze. The man’s eyes soften immediately when they catch onto yours, the greasepaint smeared around them doing nothing to hide the instant spark that lights within them.

He is, you distantly think, as breathtaking as you remembered him to be.

The top of his head is hidden behind the door frame, his height palpable even within the excessively tall roof of the building. His posture allows him to curl into himself, even with his fist still raised.

“We late?”

And –

Oh.

König’s unbelievably large frame had taken the spotlight – but that wasn’t to say that the other man was any dimmer in your eyes.

Ghost. True to his name, his voice is a rough drawl, muscle-corded arms folded over his chest as his eyes dart around the room, before landing on…

You.

He doesn’t flinch; his expression doesn’t change in the slightest, actually, not even a hint of recognition in his dusky brown eyes. Just cold indifference, this side of disgruntled.

As if you’ve been frozen in time, you struggle to think, let alone breathe – like your life has been suddenly set to manual. With a quick jerk of a movement, you let your eyes zone out onto the mahogany in front of you.

“Colonel, Lieutenant – just in time,” the woman speaks succinctly, folding one leg over the other as she finally looks away from your Commander to gesture the two in.

Oh, what you wouldn’t give for a moment to process. To figure out the battlefield that is your head, and decide on your next actions – your feelings, too, the emotions of it all.

“Good to see you two haven’t killed each other yet!” Your Commander laughs, jovial, and you want to bang your head onto the table.

“...We are professionals.”

That Austrian accent – the thick, headiness of it, the lilt, the gentle tone – it’s one as familiar as your own. One that’s played in your mind, a constant, the memory of it spoken against your heated skin both a blessing and a curse.

Six-hundred and thirty-eight days, it had been.

“At killing.”

You can hear the side-eye, the bored tone, the guttural raspiness reminiscent of his hometown. The sarcasm, too, a core part of the very man’s existence.

Six-hundred and thirty-eight days.

Your Commander is the only person in the room who laughs, clasping his hands together before waving the two over to join at the table. Looking up, for a split second, you nearly deflate when his eyes catch onto yours. The glint in them says everything you need to know.

“Colonel, Lieutenant – let me introduce you to Sergeant Star,” your Commander gestures towards you, and really, would melting into the floor be so bad?

Ghost raises a single brow, and your Lieutenant runs with it.

“Funny story, that,” he starts, and you barely restrain yourself from burying your head in your hands, “First mission. She somehow figures out who was sending the false intel for a case, and dismantled the whole bloody plan, made a new one. She was spot on, too.”

His smile turns shiteating as he leans further back into his chair, folding his hands over his chest.

“When we got back onto base, Commander over there gave her a gold star for her troubles. Pretty good tradeoff, aye?”

“Leo,” you mutter under your breath, delivering your superior a vicious glare.

Your Lieutenant – Leo – was more of an annoying older brother than anything else. Since that mission, he’d taken you under his wing; protected you like his own, too. He was a dickhead, but a solid one that you wouldn’t trade for the world.

Even when he pulls shit like this.

“That’s…” König folds into himself further, if that’s at all possible, as he looks to Leo. “Impressive. Very good.”

Ghost doesn’t say a word, instead, moving to sit in the chair next to your Lieutenant, and opposite you. König quickly follows his lead, sitting to your left with rough movements. A man of his size – to be graceful with anything was something of a miracle.

He’d been graceful when his hand had wrapped around your neck –

“Now that everyone’s here,” the woman cuts in, moving to stand and turn on the TV sat between her and your Commander, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

The show is multiple images of the targets, some of the women that have been kidnapped, reports, and other important information. You catalogue it all, playing close attention to the names and circumstances of both the victims and the targets.

It’s going smoothly, until –

“The rules,” the woman whose name you’ve learnt is Laswell speaks, flicking to the next slide. Your stomach drops for a reason other than the two men sat at the table when you read its contents.

Rule One: Explicit consent must be given between pre-established partners, or any new partners if a scene is wished to be done.

Rule Two: Masks must be worn at all times, with safe alternatives if oral play is wish to be done.

Rule Three: A person’s inclination [Dominant, Verse, Submissive] must be displayed on a corresponding armband, which will be supplied at entry.

Rule Four: Access to the basement level may not be granted to anyone, unless a verification and acceptance process has been executed. No exclusions apply.

Rule Five: Submissives with a Dominant(s) must stay within eyesight at all times, unless a collar has been placed onto the Submissive marking ownership.

It feels as though someone’s scrambled the contents of your brain in an attempt to destroy your very essence – and your stomach feels as hollow as your heart as Laswell reads off the words on screen. She doesn’t falter once, unlike you, knuckles whitening against the tight fists forming in your lap.

König, nor Ghost, react outwardly. No hint of hesitance or uneasiness, just taking their professionalism in stride.

You feel like a fool.

“Ghost will be acting as the Dominant, König the Verse, and Star the Submissive,” Laswell states, matter-of-fact, as if your world didn’t start crumbling around you the moment you’d been called into your Commander’s office.

If you were at all in a state to laugh, you’d probably giggle at how suitable the roles are. They all aligned to That Night, and a distant part of you wonders if the three of you were just obvious with your tastes.

“We’ve rented an apartment four blocks away. When you start to inquire about the basement,” she flicks to the next slide once more, “They will follow you. Expect to have a shadow everywhere you go – and one that you don’t know is there, obvious or not.”

“You guys aren’t good people, as of tomorrow,” Your Commander chimes in, leaning forward on the table, looking between both König and Ghost. “You are interested in their side business, and Star,” he looks to you, “Is none the wiser. This only works if you follow through with that – and offer up her services as collateral.”

“You want us to pretend,” König shakes his head, looking dismayed, “To give the Sergeant to the ring?”

Silence.

And, then, “Yes.”

You were made aware, earlier, of course, that your role was going to be slightly different to that of the other two men. But you hadn’t actually expected something so… fucked.

“If this goes sideways –” Ghost speaks up, voice deep and raspy as his eyes narrow, ever so slightly, visible even with his mask, “ –We’re risking ‘er life.”

“I know what I signed up for,” you respond, finding your voice, however weak. “This is no different to a warzone. Just with less explosions, and more…” You struggle to find the words, “Mind games. Tactics are changing from bullets to rumours.”

He doesn’t try to debate it, just merely shrugs indifferently and slides his smooth gaze back over to the two at the front.

As if he hadn’t felt you cum around his cock; heard you moan his name while he left bites over your neck.

Bastard.

The meeting goes on much the same, with more information on the plan as a whole. It makes sense, to you, and you know that you’ll be able to get it done.

König and Ghost, however, that haunting spectre that was them, feel like a road block.

Ghost, from what you had gathered, was either ignoring your existence for some selfish reason, or had completely forgotten about That Night.

You simultaneously find it hard to believe that your time together was that forgettable, and that it was truly something special. It has, after all, been six-hundred and thirty-eight days. Maybe he was used to such intimacy, although you find it hard to believe, it is a possibility.

Then, there’s König – his eyes, the way he almost reeled back at the sight of you, told you enough.

He remembered. Clear as day.

But whether or not he cares at all, or wants to discuss your past at all, is a whole other story. Maybe he just wants to brush it under the rug, forget it ever happened, and move on.

As much as one could move on when pretending to be in a relationship, that is.

“You will head to your apartment by eighteen-hundred, tomorrow night, and get yourselves situated. The club opens at nineteen-hundred, so an hour or so after that is reasonable,” Laswell says, finishing off on the debrief.

Her eyes find all of you.

“There’s a lot riding on this. This isn’t like any mission any of you have executed before – but we have faith that you will execute this with precision and care.”

The words sit in your soul like a reminder; a way of steering you the right direction.

A few words are exchanged after that, some questions, some answers. Leo will be serving as your operator, in charge of communications and resources for the mission. At the back of your mind, you’re grateful for the distant support of your Lieutenant.

It’s when everything’s wrapped up, and you’re falling back as everyone files out of the room, that a presence behind you has you freezing up.

Ghost.

“If you’re not up for the mission, just say so instead of draggin’ us down,” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear the grain of his low, impatient voice. “This is important, Sergeant, and if your head is elsewhere –”

“You don’t remember?” Your voice comes out tight, impatient, upset.

His shoulder checks yours as he passes.

“What’s there to remember?”

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𐙚 warnings : religious undertones, ( slight spoilers ?! ), suggestive content

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note. i wrote this barely an hour after watching this movie because my ideas just flooded onto a page. I’m in love with this movie, and I cannot wait for the third ( and final one ). As someone who is in love w movie franchises & trilogies, the build up was so good, but now we wait :3. What better to wait than writing fanfiction !!! ( i need to start writing fics more than 1k bc this is a bit pathetic ).

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PAUL ATREIDES.

IN your hazy mind, buried deep inside the sacred caves of your soul, you knew he was still yours.

From his lengthened, yet disguised stares to his lingering, yet quick touches, you knew in his carefully hollowed out heart, he still called you his.

Far inside those ocean blue, star-dusted eyes of his, he was the ripple of water amongst the desert sand.

A glass pearl imprisoned in a tight-fisted oyster.

Paul belonged to them, he belonged to his people.

He was the grace of the hand of god, the messiah of your virtue, desire and sin.

Most of all, however, he belonged to you.

Your flickering eyes watched as he exerted his power over them, your figure trailing behind in his shadows.

They never knew you.

Yet, he knew you better than anyone could. He knew every hue that littered your eyes, he knew every spot on your body, he knew your every thought and language, he knew how to drive you practically insane, seduced by the simple touch of his bare hands.

He was yours to keep, and you were his.

In the comfort of your tent, soft oranges bleeding into and staining the night’s dizzy tint, you lay beside each other, your lingering hands abstaining from touching him as your eyes travelled up and down his body.

He was still awake, but it seemed as if he refused to acknowledge you.

Letting out a small sigh, you pushed yourself onto the leverage of your elbow, glancing at his face as you locked eyes with him, watching as his pupils dilated softly, as he flicked his gaze to your lips.

“You should try and get some sleep,” you whispered, cupping his cheek with your free hand as your thumb pressed against his bottom lip. “It’s not good for you to go out exhausted.”

A moment passed before a small smile laced his lips, a glimpse of an old version of your lover coming back.

“What if I wanted to stay up looking at you?” He muttered before leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.

Your stomach fluttered at that, your body growing weak and the sound of his adoration for you. The keeper of his heart.

Copying his motion, you also moved to deepen the kiss, his hand moving to your waist as he pulled you closer.

You pulled away slowly, breathing deeply yet quietly, as you gazed into his eyes, a deep thought disrupting your raw and pure moment.

“Do I matter to you, Paul?” You asked, your eyes now glossy as you stared at him, attempting to read him somehow.

To find a remnant of emotion or memory on his face.

To study him like the pages of an ancient book.

“What do you mean?” He mumbled, pressing his thumb lightly into the skin of your hip as he caressed it lightly.

“You hardly acknowledge I’m even there,” you explained, pursing your lips into a straight line as you tried to ignore the feeling of his hands on your bare skin.

Paul studied you for a moment in the dim light before sitting up right, causing you to mirror him.

“They need me, you know that,” he answered, placing both of his hands on your face, pulling you in so your faces were inches away from each other, his breath warm on your skin.

“But here, I’m all yours,” he added, taking your hand in his. “I belong to you, and only you.”

His face was sincere and his expression was soft. His heart was pure and his touch was intoxicating.

“I’m yours too, Paul Atreides. I’ll always be yours,” you whispered swollen words, the corners of your mouth twisting into a small grin as you leaned in to kiss him again.

This time, he moved both of his hands to your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he kissed you deeply.

Your body was flush against his, your nimble fingers played with the strands of his hair at the back of his head. He then moved his lips to the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses to every sensitive spot possible, causing you to let out small gasps at the feeling of his lips against your desperate flesh.

Your small whimpers, a raw testimony to his passion.

And all sleep was lost.

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