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How to Warm Up your Dragon ft Zhongli + fem!reader
cw/tags: ngl this is MOSTLY VERY FLUFFY but it has a veeeery spicy part ehehehehe, praise kink, biting, bit of rough sex, creampie, dirty talk. Reader is technically Fontainian but you can ignore that tbh
notes: Y'ALL THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WIPS SINCE BEFORE FONTAINE IT'S BEEN SOSOSOSOSO LONG I started writing at the start of winter here, now it's summer lmao but hey at least it's winter in the northern hemisphere so... enjoy the snow and dragon man!! Also also... no one guessed what the gift was but Rin was the closest!
Your mother always used to say the way to a man's heart was with food.
you wonder if that applied to archons... er, dragons? adepti?
In any case...
Zhongli has always been a... particular eater. A very refined palate. It's not that he was hard to please, to tell the truth. But he always seemed to have an extra comment, something to add or change to a dish to make it ‘a little more special’.
But you'd quickly find out he had a soft spot for broths and soups, bamboo shoot soup being his particular favorite. Even when it took a lot of hard work and time to prepare, the way he did so was worth it, simply spectacular.
That's why you could almost cry with joy when he happily praised one of your favorite dishes. A fantastic soup d'oignon passed down on your family. Nothing to add, no extras or corrections, he'd enjoy it to its fullest talking about the creamy texture and unique flavor of the cheese so different from those found in Liyue.
So, today you decided to prepare it. Nothing better to warm up on this chilly season, and besides you'd just received a shipment of ingredients from your family.
The rhythm of a knife on a cutting board fills the air, along with a delicious smell. You finish slicing the onions into thin strips and add them to the pot at the stove, humming lightly while stirring. You really hope nothing would keep your dear Zhongli too busy today, so he could be just in time to enjoy this while still fresh and warm.
You turn off the other burner as the beef stock had already warmed up, and start washing some dishes while keeping an eye on the food. It is… rather amusing just how domestic this all feels. Not too long ago you were adventuring over Teyvat, facing off all sorts of crazy dangers, exploring, and never stopping in one place and now… now this feels like home.
And that is without taking into account who your fiancé even is. The former Geo Archon. You shake your head with a light chuckle. It’s still so weird to think of such an imposing figure from legends to be so… him.
You dry your hands and start to pour the broth on the now-golden onions, stirring.
Zhongli is sweet, caring, attentive, wise, with just the right words at the right time. Admittedly a bit airheaded at times, funny when he wants to be. A refined gentleman through and through unlike anyone you’d ever met.
And he loves you.
And you’re engaged.
Warmth rises up to your cheeks along with a small smile as you lower the heat and start grating the cheese.
You heard sounds at the front door and then steps. Oh, early today. Zhongli walks up to you with a smile, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting at your waist as he leans in from over your shoulder. “Welcome home, Li.”
“Thank you” He replies in that deep suave voice. “That smells good my love, would you like some help finishing?”
You shake your head a little. “Please, there’s no need, you just got home. Go take a bath and unwind a little, I’ll finish here and we’ll eat.”
Zhongli looks as if he’s about to say something but simply nods. “Hmm, alright then.” He pulls you a little closer in his embrace, as if he’d missed your contact, your scent. Zhongli inhales deeply, tension seeping off of his body and he gives a soft kiss at your shoulder before almost regretfully pulling away. You chuckle a little and stir the pan.
How domestic and loving indeed.
…
Later when the food is ready and served, he returns to the small kitchen dressed in much more casual and comfier robes. Your eyes linger a little on the small expanse of exposed skin at his neck and chest and then stop at the way his long hair is tied up in a bun.
“Not washing your hair today?” You ask casually, taking your seat.
“I… Perhaps I have gotten rather used you doing it. I simply didn’t feel like it.”
You can’t help the short laugh that escapes you, even as you try to cover it a little. “Is this your way of saying you wanted me to bathe with you?”
His golden eyes twinkle. “I would certainly enjoy indulging in that more often.”
Your cheeks flush and you avert your eyes.
He takes a spoonful of soup and hums, closing his eyes to appreciate the flavors. “The finest ingredients cooked with true expertise. Simply divine, my love, thank you.”
“Flatterer.” You say, a little embarrassed but he can see right thought it, your little grin, the little shift in your posture.
“I am simply stating the truth.” He replies and continues eating. You can see his shoulders relax and the small satisfied smile at the warm food, it makes you a little giddy as you start eating as well.
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bundling up during winter was obvious, right?
Putting on layers and layers of clothes. And true, perhaps Liyue didn't get as cold as other nations such as Fontaine, Mondstadt or of course Snezhnaya, but maybe it was exactly for that reason the temperature drop seemed to affect everyone all the more. Besides, the people would take any excuse to show off their fancy coats, scarves and other cold-climate outfits.
Zhongli naturally wore many layers, and he did mention once or twice he wasn't as affected by the cold. Yet, his business partner had gifted him a thick snezhnayan cloak.
The thing was entirely ridiculous, too bulky with a fluffy overtop, the colors dark and cool not matching Zhongli at all.
And yet he'd used it! (Only twice... but still)
You were not jealous, not at all.
You just wanted to... give him something he'd also enjoy and wear around, yes. Something personal, something he’d like and look at and remember you.
But what?
Ugh, it’s not like you were really well versed in sewing. Back at home you’d even had some machinery for that, but here in Liyue… you wracked your brain thinking what could you give him. He had quite a few elegant outfits, fitting him perfectly and enhancing all his attributes, all personally tailored by one of his late Yaksha so they held immense sentimental value as well… how could you compete with that?!
Right, right, it was not a competition. You sigh. Zhongli will probably be happy with anything you give him, but still…
An idea pops into your head and you can’t help but chuckle. Oh, it’s so silly… but maybe…
Simple enough, personal, something he’d use during the cold season only around you. Could work, you decided as you pick up your things to go visit the textile shop.
If nothing else, it could at least get a good chuckle out of Zhongli, right?
And so, for a few days you work on your little project. Turns out sewing was indeed a little harder than expected but you were trying your best. The kind lady who’d sold you some excellent wool had also given you some tips and they proved to be most useful indeed!
Regrettably you didn’t exactly have the right measurements so you more or less eyeballed them. Eh. It’ll be fine…
Zhongli almost came close to finding out too, though you were inconspicuous enough. You’re sure he suspects something.
“It will all be worth it, it will all be worth it…” You mumble to yourself with a frown as you finish trimming one of the stitches. Your fingers hurt.
…
“Li! I have something for you!” You exclaim happily, hands behind your back holding the wrapped-up item you had worked so hard on. An excited glow on your smile and bright eyes.
“Oh? Am I going to finally see what you’ve been guarding to secrecy this past week?” He replies coolly with a knowing smile, amusement dancing on his tone as he places his teacup down.
Nothing escapes him.
“Yes” You present him the gift, your hands then fidget nervously, having nothing else to do now. “I hope you like it! It’s… my first time doing something like this… i-it may not be that good, it’s kind of silly but-”
“Darling please do not fret, I would love anything you give me.”
Your shoulders relax.
Zhongli unwraps the paper and finds a rich dark brown fabric staring back at him, he picks the item and opens it, trying to gauge its shape, thick wool, a little rough around the edges but you did mention it was your first try and he is honored enough you’d make such effort for him.
However…
What is it exactly?
He turns the item around trying not to show too much confusion on his face as to insult you or make you feel bad, it looks like… a severely oversized legwarmer?
“It’s…” You start, feeling a little shy and silly once more. “…for your tail.”
Recognition shines in his eyes and he blinks at the item.
“You- I know you like to let loose a little around the house and let your illuminated beast features show, I love you tail too but I know… the scales get cold easily a-and usually we just bundle up with a blanket but I thought-”
“I love it.”
You stop running your mouth as soon as he utters those words, Zhongli looks at you with a gentle calm and your heart could melt at the sincerity in his expression. “No one had ever made something like this for me.”
He stands and unfurls the item, then, in a flash of gold his dragon tail manifests, majestic as ever and swaying lazily, the tuft of fur at the end flickering with each move. He maneuvers a little to slip the ‘tailwarmer’ on and though it sags a little, much to your relief it at least fits nicely. There is a yellow diamond pattern near the base that you’d started working on but deemed too difficult for a first try. It was a cute little detail though, maybe next time.
“Warm and cozy.” He chuckles and you beam at him, before letting out a squeak as said dragon tail curls around you, pressing your forward against his chest.
“Thank you, my love.” He cups your face and kisses your forehead.
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The air is hot and heavy as soft moans and grunts fill the room.
Well, this was certainly a way to warm up… and get some good cardio.
You pant and squirm on the plush surface of a heavenly mattress as the familiar weight of the ex-archon descends upon you. His arms going from a golden orange hue to a deep charcoal, lines of gold thrumming across his skin, glowing softly in periodic pulses up strong muscular arms. Golden horns rise from soft brown hair curled at the tips, two on each side like a crown, while a powerful scaly tail wraps around your calf holding your leg up, spread.
This is Rex Lapis. Morax. Any other number of names he had. This is the Geo Archon.
“Zhongliii!” You whine, his hands caressing your body, claws teasing along your skin, pinching a nipple, fangs grazing your collarbone and a long serpentine tongue licking a hot stripe across your neck.
The head of his cock teases at your entrance, already rock hard and burning like a brand, your hips canting for more. For him to finally fill you, to feel his thick overwhelming girth stretch you, breed you… you want to be filled so full it overflows, so that it dribbles down your thighs and ass in thick, slick rivulets of his love.
“Patience my love.”
You whimper and jerk at that, about to cry out for him again when he rolls his hips and sinks in your warm hole. Your breath catches in your throat as your head throws back on the soft feather pillows.
He pushes into you inch by inch, carving a space for himself with a soft rumbling groan. His lips seek yours as his hands slide to your hips and press hard enough to bruise. His kiss devouring, all-consuming with need as he bottoms inside you, hips pressed flush.
Gods you feel so full, stretched and filled every inch and then some, and he doesn’t allow you a moment to pause and adjust either. A beast of a man in the best of ways, he withdraws halfway, only to slam forward in a fluid firm thrust.
“Mng-! Ah!”
“Mine. All mine. S-so warm and thigh- nghh…”
His pace starts slow, his voice alone enough to drive you crazy with how deep, carnal, animalistic it is against your neck. Sharp canines teasing the elegant column of your throat as he moves.
“Oh! so good… Li… f-faster… faster ple-ahhn!” Your voice pitches high as you babble, pleasure coiling on your gut.
“As- you desire…” Strained words still sounding like the very embodiment of sex, his voice so sinfully deep, so erotic it washes over you like liquid silk, like molten gold, only heightening the sensations of his quickening pace. In and out, in and out, skin slapping on skin. “You’re… you’re so perfect for me-”
You take him so well, your legs spread wide, your back arched, your insides molded to his length, enveloping him in the most mind-blowing of heats. The bed creaking as Zhongli delivers another powerful thrust, hitting a sweet spot deep within you and making you elicit a sharp keening sob of a moan. Your hands scrambling from the sheets to seek purchase at his back, curled up under his arms to scratch viciously trying to hold onto something, anything as he drives into you thrust after thrust after thrust-
“I’m- I’m gon-ahnn! Z-Zhongli… ooohh!”
Fuck you are close. So, so close…
He nips at the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. “Almost there… little one.” He huffs between strained grunts and you whimper at the pet name. Golden claws sink on the bedsheets, gripping thigh for leverage as he moves faster, frantic, hips like pistons he fucks into you like a wild animal, the bed rocking, shaking with each thrust. “C-close…”
You mewl and moan, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore but just feel the hot burning pleasure, his warm puffs of breath on your skin, your sweating bodies dampening the sheets and you desperately want to feel his warm seed inside you, filled to the brim with his creamy cum.
“Pleasepleaseplease i-in! In-s-ahh!” You come with a sharp cry, vision blurring, muscles clenching, your insides squeezing around him, milking him for all he’s worth.
It was enough, the tipping point for the dragon, his thrusts shallowing out until he ruts as deep as he can and shoots his load inside you with a guttural groan. Thick spurts pumping inside you before it pools out around his own cock, leaking from your body until there’s nothing left to give.
Everything is hot… so hot… the air heavy and musky with the scent of sex…
…
Zhongli slumps softly atop your body after what feels like ana eternity, his cock still comfortably nestled within your slick walls, cushioned by fluttering muscles. You lay beneath him, sweaty and shivering, breathless, chest raising and falling rapidly in small gasps as you struggle to catch your breath but oh, how you took his away…
Beautiful, truly… your half-lidded eyes glazed over, barely able to open admits your exhaustion, but still able to whimper soft little moans as he trails fluttering reverent kisses along your neck and collarbone. Soft, chaste, loving and tender touches.
“Ahhn… mmm…” He chuckles softly at the endearing sounds you make as he eases out of you, the subtle friction enough to sent fire to your nerves, followed by a strange emptiness that mellows down to buzzing contentment.
He lies to the side and pulls you close towards his chest, his tail finally letting your now sore leg rest, uncoiling from it to curl around you both, you settle there with a sigh, eyes sliding shut. “So good for me.” Zhongli gently brushes some hair away from your face and places a kiss at the crown of your head, resting his chin there. “Rest now, dear.”
“Mn.”
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You smile as Zhongli places the two steaming teacups on the table before scooting over and welcoming him with the blanket surrounding you. He settles on the couch with you cuddling close and passing the book on your hands to him. Your fingers brush and he sets the book on his lap before taking your hands on his, cradling them close to his face before blowing a warm breath on them. You blush and let out a little airy laugh.
“What is this? Dragon breath to keep me warm?”
He hums against your skin, piercing golden eyes staring up at you. “No, just my love for you.” He kisses your knuckles and fingers.
“You…” You mumble, averting your gaze.
He chuckles and kisses your wrist then before leaning in close and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, anywhere he can reach.
“Ngah, wait you affectionate big lizard!” You squirm and he laughs fully now.
“Just seeking my adorable fiancée’s warmth” He nuzzles onto your neck, kissing there too and making you yelp. “Gorgeous.”
“A-Am not!”
“So precious when you get all shy and flustered.” He gets your jaw this time when you move, so close to your lips.
“Stop! You menace…” You pout and this time you cup his face, staring for a moment at his handsome features, your thumb brushing close to one of the red markings under his eyes.
This man. This dragon. This god.
Oh, how you love him. He warms up your heart.
“Here, I’ll warm you up proper…” You whisper softly, pulling him close and tilting your head to slot your lips together.
Just as you warm up his.
#crys writes#zhongli smut#zhongli x reader#zhongli x you#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin imagines#genshin impact imagines#fem!reader#I am so happy this is done eeeeeeeee <3#alt title: warm him up with food with clothes with your body and with your love#dcfgscvgabcjah I love him sm
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Afraid - Dean Winchester (smut)
Y'all asked for some jealous!posessive!Dean, so who am I to deny that wish? I came across a Dean edit paired with the song "Afraid" by The Neighbourhood, I guess that set the mood. Honestly, it's just pwp, but I ain't sorry. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Dean is tired of watching men trying to chat (y/n) up wherever the brothers take her. Dean is tired of faking his disinterest in the reader. Dean is tired of holding back.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, oral (m), car sex, but some fluff and a love confession
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.2k words)
The sound of her boots meeting the ground was drowned out by the music echoing through the bar and the chatter filling the air. She was working on the adrenaline still thumping through her veins, riled up by the hunt Dean and her had just finished, wiping their weapons clean before they found their way to this very bar, ready for some distraction before they left this town in the morning.
With a bright – yet awfully fake – smile glued to her lips, (y/n) made her way to the bartender, studying the man who was focused on the drinks he kept preparing. She was too concentrated on the game she was about to play with the guy, all too used to these moments, to notice the eyes of some other men on her frame, intently studying the woman’s body.
“Hi.” Her soft voice forced the bartender’s grey eyes to find hers, grinning at the smiling woman. He was handsome, with his bright, stormy eyes and the black hair he had gelled back, yet he was nowhere near as handsome as the green-eyed hunter she had been friends with for years by now. Dean fucking Winchester, the man who had an awfully confusing grasp on her body and soul, holding her heart in his hands, crushing it whenever he turned from her to find shelter in another woman’s bed.
“Hi, darlin’. What can I get for you?” Before (y/n) could speak her and Dean’s order, an unfamiliar voice spoke up from behind her.
“Give the lovely woman a few shots it’s on me.” Slowly (y/n) turned towards the man, eyes finding his greedy ones, trying to keep her disgust from finding its way to her features. A soft chuckle left her, hoping to distract the man for a few seconds, while she figured out a way out of this situation.
“Mhm, thank you, that’s very sweet.” (Y/n) tried to turn away from him, though without any luck, stopped by the hand finding its way to her waist.
“Not so fast, pretty. At least tell me your name.” A groan threatened to claw through (y/n), eyes fluttering in annoyance the man clearly mistook for shy flattery, making the smirk he wore on his thin lips grow.
“It’s Mandy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my friend is waiting for me.” The man’s hand didn’t move, tightening its grip on her waist. With her lips forming a snarl, (y/n) was hellbent on fighting her way out of this, it wasn’t the first time a man tried to chat her up against her will, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, all too used to these uncomfortable situations. Though while her mind raced to find a snarky reply, she was gently though determinedly pulled away from the man.
“Hey, I was talking to her!” Her mind didn’t get the chance to concentrate on the man’s loud voice, distracted by the all-too-familiar scent forcing its way up her nose. For a second (y/n) allowed her eyes to flutter close, relaxing in Dean’s possessive grasp, concentrating on his scent, of the feeling of his muscles pressing against her frame, wordlessly telling her that he wouldn’t let her go.
“Well, now she’s done talking to you. Let’s go, baby, I want to get out of here.” The man got no chance to protest, forced to watch Dean guide (y/n) through the crowd and out into the cold evening. She inhaled a few breaths, wrapping her arms around herself the second Dean let go of her, searching the distance between them.
“Not that I don’t appreciate your help, but I would have managed just fine on my own, Dean.” He was walking a few steps ahead of her, coming to an abrupt stop the second she spoke the words. Dean turned towards her with dark eyes, features pulled into a hard frown, looking at (y/n) as if she was a supernatural being he was about to kill.
“I’m so fucking sick and tired of watching these men get their hands on you. Do you even know what seeing that does to me?” Dean’s voice carried an unfamiliar kind of anger, dripping with possessiveness, with jealousy. Her heart started racing in her chest, forcing heat to rise to her face, wondering where this was coming from. (Y/n) kept her gaze focused on Dean, eyebrows furrowed together as the seconds kept ticking by, trying to figure out what was going on inside his mind. “You know what, forget it.”
“Absolutely not. Talk to me, Dean, where is this coming from?” She reached for his hand before he could try to start walking once again, eyes drawn to hers like a moth drawn to any source of light. (Y/n) could tell that he was fighting an inner battle, tongue kissing his teeth, fingers forcing themselves closer to hers, interlacing them with his.
“I,” a deep, almost defeated exhale left Dean, wondering how to put his thoughts into words. But the second the sound of somebody stepping out of the bar found its way to the two, it was as if he was lured out of his trance, letting go of (y/n). “I can’t do this, not here.”
Dean started walking towards Baby without looking back, growling something under his breath (y/n) couldn’t pick up. With determination guiding her, she jogged towards him, forcing him to a halt in front of Baby once again, murmuring his name. The last thing she heard before Dean turned towards her, reaching for (y/n) to press her against Baby, was an angry “Fuck it” leaving the tall man.
Her gasp was swallowed by his lips finding hers, kissing her hungrily as if they had been parted from one another for years, dreaming of their shared kisses, clinging to bits and pieces of their memories. Both moaned in unison, allowing their tongues to meet, turning the kiss even more heated.
Slowly he parted from her, allowing the both of them to catch their breaths. His cold hands found their way to her warm cheeks, thumb stroking along her swollen lips as he pondered over his words. (Y/n) struggled to concentrate on anything but his touch, taken up by the feeling she had been desperate to feel for years, wondering if and how Dean would touch her.
“You’re mine, you always have been, and you always will be. I won’t share you, just the thought of it makes me sick.” Dean’s growled words shot heat to her core, walls clenching around nothing. Wordlessly she pulled him down for another kiss, needing to feel him close once again, not fully trusting that this wasn’t just a trick of her imagination. Dean pressed her even further against Baby, keeping her trapped to make her feel every inch of his body, groaning the second his growing bulge came in contact with her desperate heat. “Do you feel what you do to me? I should fuck you right here, for them to see that you’re mine, mine only.”
A whimper left (y/n) at his words, drawing a dangerous chuckle from Dean as he let go of her, giving her just enough space to find her way to the passenger seat. Her eyes didn’t dare part from his features, trying to soak up every second. She couldn’t stop her grin from widening as her hands began to move, finding his thigh before Dean could catch up on what she was trying to do. He shot her a warning look, teeth nibbling on his lower lip, but her hands kept moving, finding their way to his crotch, feeling his hardening cock strain against the fabric of his washed-out jeans.
“Sweetheart,” Dean choked on the word, struggling to keep his eyes focused on the road. (Y/n) didn’t speak up, she began to shift in her seat, leaning towards him to free his growing cock from the confines of his clothes. The groan that left Dean filled her with giddiness, spitting into her palms before she touched him for the first time, slowly stroking him. “Fuck, feels so good, been dreaming of this.”
Her soft chuckles forced a grin to widen on Dean’s lips, freezing the second he felt her warm breath clashing against his soft skin. Without another warning, she parted her lips, spitting onto his tip before she took him in her mouth. The groan that left Dean echoed through Baby, a sound that forced (y/n) to hum around him, making the sound vibrate on his skin.
Even though Dean tried to concentrate on the dark road ahead, he felt his concentration slipping, parking Baby on the side of the road before (y/n) realised what he was doing. With one hand getting tangled in her hair, Dean roughly pulled her off his cock and back in for a teeth-clashing kiss.
“Get in the backseat, I need to fuck you now.” The rough tone of Dean’s voice left (y/n) moaning, struggling to make her way to the backseat with her thoughts focused on the things Dean would do to her. He didn’t waste any time the second she found him hovering over her, hands pulling on her trousers and panties to expose her dripping cunt, groaning at the sight.
His calloused fingers touched her expertly, circling her pulsing bundle with just enough pressure to push her into another dimension. Within seconds Dean had turned her into a blabbering mess, choking on her words as he pushed two fingers into her tightness. He didn’t hold back, kept her pinned to the leather seat with his free hand finding her throat.
“You’re mine, your body belongs to me from now on.” For years she had imagined moments like this, wondering if she’d ever be fortunate enough to feel him this close, wondering how it must feel to have his hands on her. She could stay buried beneath him till the end of their time, allowing Dean to touch her as he pleased.
“Dean,” she whispered his name, unable to use any more strength with his hand choking her just the way she liked. “Fuck me, please.”
Dean stared down at her for a few seconds, nodding his head as he pulled away, reaching for his wallet to pull out a condom. Within moments he placed himself on top of (y/n), aligning his tip with her cunt. With their eyes holding contact, he pushed into her, groaning at the feeling of her walls fluttering around him.
Her lips parted at the feeling of Dean slowly pushing into her, allowing (y/n) to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. Dean stared down at her, eyes growing a few shades darker at the sight of her pleasure drunken features, finding excitement in her moans. Only as she nodded her head, teeth buried in her lower lip, did he start a faster rhythm, set on pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Dean, feels so good.” One of his hands found its way back to her throat, holding onto her as he fucked her faster, deeper, set on making her remember this very night till their last moment together. The Impala moved with his every thrust, keeping them protected from any dangers waiting out in the dark, allowing the two lovers to give in to their every emotion.
“Been imagining this for years, but you feel even better than I thought, fuck, it’s like you were made for me, sweetheart.” (Y/n) couldn’t reply, could only clench around him with her eyes squeezed shut and her fingernails leaving crescent shapes on his neck. She held onto him as if he was about to disappear, about to leave her behind – even though she very well knew that Dean would never let go of her, forever holding her close.
The second Dean tightened his grip on her throat, she found herself looking up at him, allowing heat to rise in her system as she picked up on the love swimming in his pupils. Dean tilted his head down to press a kiss to her lips, momentarily distracting her from the feeling of his cock nudging her swollen spot, leaving her body tingling.
“Touch yourself for me, baby.” The simple command rolled off Dean’s tongue, filling the Impala with another wave of heat to crawl up her body. With one arm slung around his neck, the other found its way down her frame, fingers rubbing her clit. Dean could swear that he was finally in heaven, that he had finally found his peace with her buried beneath him, finally his to love.
(Y/n) could only whisper Dean’s name, eyes once again falling shut as she came. He fucked her through her high, staring down at her with his lips pulled into a smirk. It took Dean a few more moments before he gave in, letting a string of curses roll off his tongue.
“I love you, sweetheart.” His words made tears well up in (y/n)’s eyes, pulling him down for one last kiss before she repeated the three loving words.
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Safe In Your Arms || Aegon II Targaryen x Reader
Summary: There is only one person whom the Prince can find comfort with
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: 18+, lactation kink, mommy kink, p in v sex, handjob, edging and denial (m receiving), overstimulation (m receiving), implications that Aegon was beaten as a child, Aegon being a sad little meow meow, minor character death,
Author’s Note: First time writing Aegon y'all!. But this idea had taken root in my brain and had to be delivered. Thank for to my lovely honorary wifey @aemondsbabe for brainstorming with me and giving me the seal of approval at an ungodly hour. I hope you enjoy!
Taglist: @fairysluna
The embrace catches you by surprise, a pair of strong arms circling your waist and a nose nuzzling your neck, inhaling deeply the scent of your skin. A large hand cups the round weight of your breast, clumsy fingers unsuccessfully trying to undo the buttons of your servant’s dress. The other lays flat against your belly, pushing your body flush against the prince standing behind you. You try to halt his movements, eyes darting around the nursery to ensure your privacy, even though you knew the children have gone out to the Godswood with the Queen and Princess Helaena. Still, you need to make sure no prying eyes will come across you two. You will not be the first servant the prince laid with, nor the last, but gossip would spread nonetheless if Aegon is found being so amorous with his children’s wetnurse.
He has already opened the first two buttons when you decide to stop him, gentle but firm fingers holding his own and pressing his hand against your heart. A small groan of discontent escapes his lips, and you can picture the scowl in his face without looking at him. He complies and abandons his efforts, but doesn't let go of your body, keeping you caged on a grip tighter than usual. You two linger like that for a few moments, surrounded by a comfortable silence. You could stay like that, but you know that something particularly bad has to occur for him to seek you during the day and with such desperation.
“My Prince?” You try to crane your neck to lay eyes on him, but he only groans again and buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing featherlight kisses to your flesh. You feel dampness on your skin, like tears dropping slowly from his lashes.
With a bit of struggle you turn around, still trapped in his arms. You try to make him look up but he refuses, hidden into you like a cranky child. Over time you have learned how to read him, as easily as an open book laid out before your eyes. He has his way with words to brazenly flirt, jest and argue, but never to express his feelings, especially when they overwhelm him. He just tries to show with actions what his mouth refuses to say.
Tenderly, like you would do to one of the children in your care, you force him to look up and meet your gaze. Red rims his eyes, violet pupils glossed over with unshed tears, the imprint of a slap still fresh and inflamed upon his cheek. You need not ask to know he has once more been caught in an altercation with his grandsire and mother, one in which he stood no chance. He never has a chance against them and the great plans they have for him, plans in which he has no say nor desire.
“Go to your bedchamber” You murmur quietly, two fingers pressing against his lips to stifle the protest that has already formed “I will be there shortly.”
Begrudgingly he drops his arms, quietly exiting the nursery, shoulders slumped and gaze downcast. You quickly finish your current duties, instructing another maid to cover for you as you make way to his chambers as discreetly as possible, excuses ready upon your lips should someone question your presence away from the children. But no one looks at you twice amidst the hustle and bustle of the Keep, and you find his door unguarded and unlocked.
Aegon has already thrashed the bed in a fit of anger, the blankets scattered around it while he lays under a sheet, still fully dressed and shoes still on. He clings to a pillow like a child to a beloved toy, although by the way he does it, so tight his hands touch his own arms, you think he is trying to actually hug himself, give himself some of the love he rarely got. You sit by his side, a hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. He takes your hand, fingers tight around your wrist as he brings it up to his face, pressing your soft palm to his reddened cheek. He closes his eyes, and you notice yet more tears beading on his lashes, and the characteristic wobble of his lower lip.
“Let’s get you comfortable, yes?” Soft tone and gentle words, a speech used many times before with him. You have been there a plethora of times with him drunk, hungover, crying, covered in spilled wine and his own waste. And time after time you have cleaned him, changed his clothes and dried his tears. You have snuck his soiled sheets and clothes to the laundresses, since you know his maids report his every word and action back to his mother, and you want nothing more than to spare him to the best of your abilities from his elders’ wrath.
Some nights he clings to your body desperately, his fingers digging on your hips as he begs you to stay. And you comply, unwilling to pile more sorrow on him and incapable of denying anything to those wide, sad eyes.
He doesn’t say word, but you don’t need any to heed his call for help. You undress him easily, unbuttoning his doublet and undoing the laces of his breeches, leaving his clothes carefully folded on a nearby chair, the boots neatly by the side. When he remains in only his linen shirt and smallclothes, you put the bed together around him, tucking the sheets and smoothing the blankets as you quietly sing a lullaby, the same you use to put his twins to bed every night. It has the same calming effect on him as it had on them; the soothing of your voice halting his tears and making him relax his posture as he lets himself be cared for and pampered by your tenderness.
Once he has settled comfortably, you lay by his side. Aegon immediately scoots closer to you, his head burrowed against your bosom and one arm draping around your waist. You trace his swelling cheekbone with featherlight touch. Whoever has slapped him has put quite a lot of anger into it, most likely his grandsire. It is not the first time things have gotten physical between them, and most certainly not the last. It seems the Hand thinks he can beat his grandson into the Prince he wants him to be.
“Do you wish to talk about it?” Aegon often chooses to seek comfort and just push his problems to the back of his mind, but you still encourage him to voice his woes. More often than not he prefers to remain silent, but you always offer him the space to speak freely and without consequences should he want to. To know he won’t be judged or chastised, and he will only be met with the tenderness he deserves.
Long seconds linger in absolute silence before his voice breaks through, weak and constricted “They have found me a bride”
You only nod, not needing to ask more. Ever since Aegon’s first wife had passed, scarcely 3 nights after the birth of their twins, his grandsire and mother had pushed him to pursue another wife, a lady from a strong House to garner their support when the time came. Originally his mother had wanted him to marry Helaena, to strengthen his claim to the throne, but then the King intervened. The only time he put his foot down instead of letting his council rule on his behalf, and he did it to betroth Aegon to a branched out lady of House Velaryon, while promising Helaena to Aemond. While the siblings’ marriage flourished, Aegon found himself tied before the Gods to a woman he couldn’t love, to the extent it took 6 years for them to conceive, and she only lived enough to name them.
At your silence, Aegon clings tighter to your body, his freshly blossoming tears dampening the front of your dress “I don’t want to, they can’t make me” His sniffs, and you notice him pressing his lips tightly together to force himself to be quiet.
You shush him, smoothing back his damp hair “You have to, sweetling. You are a Prince, and you have duties to your mother and family” Your words make him tense again, fisting your dress as he exhales loudly through his nose.
“I have no duties, I am not the heir, I am just a failure they are stuck with. I’ve done everything they wanted of me, and still my mother won’t ever look at me with pride” Another conversation had one and a thousand times. As the firstborn male, all eyes turned to him when the King’s health began to fail, and even though he still lingers, he hangs only by a very fine thread. And the Hand has everything prepared to land the crown upon his own bloodline, whether his grandson wants to or not. And he most certainly doesn’t want to.
You don’t argue, knowing that any attempt of contradicting him would only circle you back to the same arguments. You only let him speak, let it all escape his chest. But he has few words that day. There’s not much to say that has not been said already.
“Father never loved me. Grandsire only sees me as something at his disposal to use at convenience. Mother does not love me any more than what she is obliged to” His eyes meet yours, wide and adorable and terribly sad “I only have you. Just you. If they make me marry I won’t let you go. You cannot abandon me” His words carry an urgency and fear you hadn’t heard on him before. A deeply rooted terror of losing the only person who has not touched him with violence
You press tender kisses to his forehead, your touch gentle and warm “You will always have me, sweet boy. To the end of times. If they send you to the end of the world, I will be right behind you, taking care of you. If they put you on the throne, I will be at your feet as your most loyal servant”
Those reassuring words coax a smile out of him, a smile only meant for you. It is not often these days that Aegon is seen smiling, only in rare instances when he is with his children or with Sunfyre. All the others are reserved just for you.
Another comfortable silence lingers between you two, eyes locked with one another as your fingers card through his blonde tresses, his breath becoming a little sharper every time you accidentally tug on a knot. His hands snake up your front, stopping just in the curve of your breasts as he waits for your permission. You easily undo the very first button, allowing him the pleasure of doing the rest.
It takes him no time to have the front fully unbuttoned, pushing the fabric away to reach the object of his desire. The dazzled look he gets on his face whenever he stares at your bare breasts never fails to amuse you, as if he is staring at the most wonderful thing the world has to offer. His lips quickly find home around your perked nipple, releasing a satisfied sigh as he suckles at your milk, his hand cupping the free breast and massaging it lovingly, swiping his thumb over the hardened peak. You let out a content sigh, settling comfortably on the pillows as you watch Aegon nurse enthusiastically, barely stopping to breathe.
It had been after one of his many nights out that he first found comfort that particular way. Smelling of cheap perfume, even cheaper spirits and covered in vile things you didn’t wish to identify he had returned, and once more you had been by his side, putting his broken pieces back together and trying to not let his cracks be seen by the world the next morning. His hands had roamed your body, as they often did, a touch you glady allowed; he had never once done one thing you didn’t let him do, not even while being so deep in his cups he couldn’t say his own name. He had rested his face against your bare chest, inhaling deeply the musk of your skin while he toyed absently with your breast. A sharp pinch to your nipple had coaxed out some droplets of milk, which he collected on his thumb and brought to his lips. He repeated the process several times before crossing eyes with you, searching your face for any sign of rejection, but you only smiled and helped him get comfortable in your lap as he latched onto your breast for the first time. Nothing could quite calm him like that afterwards.
The prince at your breast lets out small sounds of satisfaction and content sighs as he grips your flesh tenderly, massaging it to coax more of the rich liquid to come down. At first you think he is relaxing and perhaps close to falling asleep, but then you notice his free hand down his body, palming his erection over the sheet. His teeth graze the engorged bud of your nipple ever so delicately, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. Heat starts to pool in your lower belly, accompanied by a growing dampness between your thighs. You rub them together discreetly, seeking some form of friction as you continue to watch Aegon clumsily touch himself, trying to balance his need for pleasure with the attention he is lavishing upon your tits.
His whines take a desperate edge while he humps his own hand, his movements faltering since he doesn't know where to focus. Instinctively your hand moves slowly down his torso and under the sheets; you gently push his away and wrap your fingers around his length, giving a few tentative pumps.
“Do you want Mommy to take care of this?”
Both of you stop for a moment, eyes wide, and he even drops your breast in shock. He had very occasionally called you ‘mommy’, mostly ironically when you had ordered him around, or more intimately when you did certain things like tug on his hair or grip him a bit tighter. But you had never used the term that way, and by the way his cock throbs in your hand, the idea excites him as much as it does you. You give him a firm squeeze, making him jump on the bed
“I asked you something, sweet boy. I taught you how to use your words. Do you want Mommy to take care of your problem?”
Aegon swallows visibly, eyes still wide. His lips move rapidly, but no sound comes out other than a pathetic mumbling as he tries to unscramble his brains. He finally gives up and just nods, looking up pleadingly. But you don’t cave in and give him a firmer squeeze, earning a whimper from him
“Words” You say firmly, but without sounding too harsh. You don’t want to take him too far and make him scared. But you are also deeply curious on how far you can take this little jest.
It seems to take all his strength to push out every word “Yes Mommy, please” He sounds so small and defenceless, bordering on innocence. If you didn’t know him much better you would believe him a man that has rarely laid with women.
Encouraged, you stroke his hard cock slowly, swiping your thumb across the leaking head to gather the already forming drops and smearing them down his length. Aegon’s hands are everywhere, on your face, on your breasts, on your shoulders, pushing the rest of your dress out of the way to free more of your skin. He grips your hips, squeezes your thighs, seeks in your body an anchor to life as his face scrunches in pleasure. His breaths become ragged and you see his abdominal muscles tensing as he approaches climax. But as soon as you feel the familiar twitching you let go of him, your hand resting on the curve of his thigh.
His eyes shoot open and he half sits, staring at you with a mix of desperation and indignation. He whimpers quietly, shifting his hips to try and get under your delicious touch again, but you slap his thigh gently to keep him still.
“No moving. Mommy is taking care of you and you don’t move unless I say so.” Your tone is low, whispering the words as you press your forehead against his, gazes locked on each other. The black of his eyes has widened, making the purple seem darker, and the tears have dried at last. All that remains is lust mixed with submission, all of it just for you.
You gently caress his stones, watching in amusement as gooseflesh spreads across his skin at the touch, his legs instinctively spreading wider to grant you better access. You trace your index up his length, following the path of the throbbing vein prominent on the underside of his cock, while he fists the sheets, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You lean down to kiss him, letting him drown his moans against your welcoming mouth when you finally pump him, keeping the pace steady.
Again you stop just seconds before he reaches climax, earning an even more desperate whimper from him.
“Mommy, please, it hurts, I want to-” His words are cut short when your free hand takes hold of a fistful of his hair, just enough to feel the pull in his scalp. The moan comes from the depths of his chest when you brush your lips against his ear.
“Are you a good boy? A good boy for Mommy?”
He nods eagerly, his hands cupping your face to keep you close.
“I will be good Mommy. Please, please it hurts” His eyes gloss over, and his lower lip trembles again. He looks so pretty you struggle in your heart to carry on with this little game, even though he seems to enjoy it. And you are enjoying it too, so much you feel is unfair you are missing out on the best part.
You pull away just enough to drop your dress to the side, your smallclothes following suit. With Aegon flat on his back, it is easy for you to straddle his hips, letting the head of his cock snuggle in your slick folds. He sucks in a sharp breath when you rock your hips, gliding the heat of your cunt along his length. You take a slow pace, dragging out the moment as much as possible. But while you are in no rush to finish, Aegon is in a desperate hurry, pushing against your hips and mewling desperately to urge you on. When he tries to grab your hips you smack his hand away and lean in, so close your breaths mingle.
“Stay still, sweet boy. You don’t want Mommy to get angry and leave you like this, do you now?”
“But Mommy” He pants heavily, beads of sweat gathering in his temples “I need it, please. I will be good. I need to be inside you. Please”
You click your tongue, a smirk pulling at your lips. You smooth back his hair and press a kiss to his hairline, an almost soothing touch.
“You have been such a good boy for Mommy, so good. But you have to keep being good and do as you are told, sweetling. If you are extra good, Mommy will let you spend inside her”
With that promise in mind, Aegon does his best to stay still, but you don’t make it easy for him. The rhythm is tantalisingly slow, coming to a halt every time you or him get too close to climax. His desperation grows to uncharted levels, fingers digging on the mattress, fists so tight on the sheets his knuckles turn white, lip bitten so strongly between his teeth it leaves an imprint. Tears bead in the corners of his beautiful eyes and roll down, dampening the sheet underneath. When you stop for the umpteenth time and a sob racks his chest, you know he’s ready.
You sit back on your haunches and watch him carefully. His hair is toussled from how much he has trashed on the bed, his face puffy and tear streaked, the flush of his cheeks spreading down to his chest. His cock is angrily red and leaky, impossibly hard and coated in your juices. Every muscle on his body is tense like a bowstring ready to fire. You touch his taut abs, rubbing the aching muscles soothingly.
“You have been such a good boy for Mommy, so good. You deserve your prize”
The moan he releases as you line his cock with your entrance, sinking slowly until he is buried to the hilt, has surely been heard throughout the entire Keep. Encased in your tight heat, it takes no more than a few rocks of your hips for him to peak, back arching off the mattress dramatically as he screams his release to the vaulted ceilings, painting your walls with his spend. But you are not quite there yet. You continue to ride him, now at a dizzying pace, chasing your own release. His whines reach a new high, having barely time to recover from his groundbreaking climax. His abused cock is almost too sensitive to touch, and the drag of your cunt around him feels like fire climbing up his spine; the most deliciously tortuous fire.
Your hips and thighs begin to ache from the exertion, but you are so close, and seeing your sweet Prince so ruined it's definitely spurring you on. You shift your angle just a bit, so the head of his cock brushes against a certain spot inside you that makes you feel like you can touch the stars, all while your fingers circle your neglected pearl. It takes no more than a few thrusts before you climax, your walls tightening around him and somehow drawing out a second peak from him, even though you are sure he doesn’t have much more left to give you. You ride out your release, halting only when the burning on your thighs becomes too much to ignore.
You slide off and lay next to Aegon, who appears to still be waiting for his soul to return to his body. His eyes are wide, some stray tears still rolling, his breaths heavy and slow. When he whines quietly and turns to you, you reward him with a sweet smile and a tender, brief kiss upon the lips. Aegon snuggles into you, just like he likes it best, his face buried in your cleavage as he catches his breath. You rub his back in slow, soothing circles; he closes his eyes, his lips seeking and finding your nipples once more
While he suckles you lean closer, tracing his features with your fingertip
“You were such a good boy. So good for me. Mommy is so proud of you”
The gentle praise goes straight to his heart, that much you can tell in the way he hugs you with his entire body and the upward turn of the corner of his mouth. You know he is tired, and perhaps his body is urging him to sleep. But to do that he needs one last little nudge
“Mommy will always be with you, my sweet Prince”
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🩸 Scarlet...Milk? 🥛(pt.2)
[This was heavily requested 😭 but i love y'all and have this ❤]
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"I'm watching you....."
Was written in the note, you stumbled back as you look ahead of the building that leads to the metal doors. The bloody doppelganger staring at you before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
You're being stalked...
Out of fear you rushed to your apartment after closing the main gates of the building.
'would that mean that doppelganger will be aggressive?..'
You think as you paced around in front of your apartment, it was the second floor apartment near Nacha's room. You sat down on your doorstep frustrated and nervous, if you messed up he will kill Francis...not only Francis, mostly anyone in the building-
"Y/n?" A soft and gentle tone asked as you turn your head to see Nacha's peeking out of her apartment room. "Miss Nacha- did i disturb you?"
"No, not at all..i just heard you groaning and pacing around, you seem down in the slumps"
"Ah..well, is it okay?-"
"I dont mind, come in we can talk about it"
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"Thats why...." You said softly explaining the whole incident that had happened as you averted your eyes to someplace , while Nacha takes in all the information. "I don't really get this doppelganger thing, but you seem like a lovely and kind person Y/n.."
"We appreciate you and your doorman duties, remember to take care of yourself whenever" Nacha said as she smiled at You, your venting didn't include your growing admiration for the milkman because well...
From what you know Nacha is Francis ex-wife and its hella awkward to tell her you had a crush on her ex-husband.
"Your muffins are good-" You said breaking away from the topic as you took a bite from the blueberry muffin she offered earlier when you entered her house.
"Why thank you, i baked them with Anastacha" Nacha said happily as she went to the fridge. "would you like some milk? I bought this, funny looking thing-" Nacha said as she pulled out a red bottle of...'Scarlet milk'
You choked on your muffin and soon recovered, you immediately rushed to Nacha and grabbed the bottle.
"Dont"
"D-dont?" Nacha asked confused as you took the bottle and examine it. "its a bottle of blood, where do you get this-"
"It was left by the main gates-"
"Nacha...I'm not crazy, do not..receive the scarlet milk next time" Nacha eyes were wide as she nodded to your statement. "Y/n perhaps you should get an eye shut for tonight? Y-you seem shaken-"
"I'm..." You inhaled as you let go of her shoulders. "Maybe i should" you said sorry as you made your way out of Nacha's apartment room.
"Sweet dreams, Y/n" Nacha said as you closed the door gently.
You stared at the bottle of blood on your hands as your eyebrows furrowed at it. "I'm not delusional..." you said to yourself as you threw away the Scarlet milk into the trash bin.
You went into your apartment for some sleep.
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You didn't manage to sleep at all, you keep hearing voices at night telling you to let them in.
'Y/n..'
Go away..
'Y/n!'
"GO AWAY!" you screamed as you stood up from your bed, it was 5:30 am in the morning.
"Y/n?" A familiar voice asked outside of your apartment door. "Francis?" You asked softly as you stood up from your bed.
You opened your door to see the Milkman all in his glory and uniform. "You alright? You screamed and i heard it from outside" he said as he stared at you with his tired eyes.
"Y-yeah..yeah I'm alright"
"You look..frightened" He stated as he noticed it from your appearance. "I'm fine Francis"
"Just a nightmare.."
"You hear them too?" Your eyes went wide as you stared at him. "What?"
"...mm..nevermind, maybe you should get ready..Ill head to work now, the milk dont deliver themselves" he muttered as he went ahead to the elevator.
"S-see you..." You were filled with mixed emotions, what does he mean 'you hear them too?' .
Is that why he's sleep deprived? At least you're not alone...
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You started another day of your shift as you opened the metal covers. "Dont let this be weirder than usual" you muttered to yourself as you turn to the gates to see the yellowish eyes.
You dropped your keys and rubbed your eyes , wondering if you're seeing it right.
The eyes were gone...
"There's nothing..nothing at all-" you said to yourself to reassure, and went to your office.
...
The day went weirder, doppelgangers are trying to get in more frequently than usual. It was stressing, doppelgangers get angrier each time they're caught and you feared for your life and the apartments residents life.
"I'm okay.."
'I'm okay' you said to yourself as you keep going, you feel like breaking down. One wrong decision all blame will be pointed at you, and you alone..
"Mmm...Hello" Francis said tired as usual entering the hall in front of your office.
"Francis-" you said as he showed you his papers. "You alright Y/n?"
"J-just...overwhelmed" you answered as you checked his information.
"Mm...take a rest after this"
"I-i should..." You said softly as you opened the metal door for him to get in.
"Mm...Hello"
What...
Your eyes went wide as you stared at the second Francis. "You're a doppelganger-"
"What...?"
"Stop playing with me!" You said frustrated and angry. "Y/n you need to calm down...i just got off from my delivery shift"
Oh no..
Oh noo..
"Francis?!" You cursed under your breath and let him in your office. "Whats happening-" the milkman asked confused and exhausted from work.
"Stay in here- dont leave" you said as you grab your walkie talkie. "Press the emergency button and call D.D.D. when i page you through this" you explained as you hand him the spare device.
"Okay.."
"Please...be safe" you said as you closed the metal covers and door on your way out of the office, you went in the apartments and hit the emergency button to immediately alert the residents to close their rooms.
"You're no fun at all..." Said the doppelganger by the end of the hallway holding the tray of Scarlet milk.
"And you're a threat" you said as you pulled out your gun that was given to you by the D.D.D. services. He rushed to you as he tackled you down on the ground, bottles of Scarlet milk shattered on the way he dropped it near you staining both of your uniform and his.
"I told you ill get back at you" he said hungrily as his tongue licked your face. You kicked his stomach and crawled to the direction where you dropped it, but he stepped on your hand and laughed at you.
"No one would remember you" he started as he presses his foot on your hand making you scream in pain. "They'll see you as a crazy security that let in a threat"
"Oh yeah?" You managed to blurt out. "That doesn't matter, i bite" you said as you bit into his ankle Making him step back and let out a frustrated groan.
"FRANCIS-" you page into your walkie talkie. "CALL D.D.D. NOW--"
You grabbed the gun but the doppelganger kicked you to the nearest wall. "You protect their lives but who will protect you?"
He walked to you with one of the Scarlet milk. "No one.." He grabbed your face as he smiled, his eyes were empty as he forced the bloody bottle into your mouth.
You pulled the trigger of your gun thats pointed on his shoulder and shot him.
He screeched in pain as his face start to distort into a monster form of creature that you fear to see. His form rapidly changing as he charged back at you only for you to shoot him twice on his head.
He fall down on the floor, his blood and yours everywhere on the hallway of the 1st floor.
Your eyes were heavy and your head hurts, soon enough you passed out...
#francis mosses#thats not my neighbor#that's not my neighbor#the milkman#tnmn#themilkman#milkman#doppelganger#x reader
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unholy drabble #2 | jjk (m)
pairing boyfriend!jk x reader
genre/au’s smùt (are we surprised?)
summary your boyfriend has you worked up over his body proportions after the vogue magazine becomes available.
word count 1.3k
warnings fluff!!! | they're very domestic and cute | reader praises jungkook's body, mostly his waist | looots of kisses and compliments handjôb & fïngering | they do it on a chair lmfao | and some crack cause y'all know me.
author’s note this isn't proofread, again some silly stuff cause we got absolutely wrecked with the content today. i hadn't expected to even do a second part to this 'drabble' series ummmm anywho dshjfgdjhfg enjoy this filth. @btscontentenjoyer you're at fault for this.
you knew that jungkook was the creative direction for the project for vogue. yet he left out a tiny detail.
he would be wearing a crop top and showcasing that fucking waits of his.
when you had first received the magazine, you were thrilled to see deeper into the concepts of time that your boyfriend had picked out. you just hasn’t expected to see him so… fuckable, all spread out and screaming the words ‘use me’ in his position.
raising an eyebrow as you study the picture of him, you look up to see jungkook singing loudly to that that while cooking for the both of you. it still amazes you how he’s able to do both so well. this duality will be the cause of death one day, but for now you’re just extremely affected by your boyfriend.
therefore, you stand up, closing the magazine and walking towards him. jungkook doesn't react until your arms wrap around his waist, squeezing him tight as he mumbles a sweet; “hi baby.”
“smells good.” you kiss his neck, inhaling the sent of kimchi fried rice. jungkook giggles, grabbing a spoonful to make you taste.
“tell me if you like it.” you wrap your lips around the silver spoon, carefully taking a bite to avoid getting burned and after a few seconds, your eyes pop open by the taste.
“i love it.” you finish chewing, jungkook returning to make sure it doesn’t burn, the scraping of a wooden spoon hitting a pan erupting in your kitchen.
“you know what else i love…?”
jungkook raises an eyebrow, “me?”
you chuckle, pecking his cheek. “of course i love you but… this.” your hands trail underneath his t-shirt, feeling the soft skin on your palm as your squeeze his waist. “i fucking love your waist, you’re so pretty baby.” you nuzzle your nose in his neck, causing a light tickle.
“fuck.” jungkook breathes out, enjoying the feeling of how your arms so easily wrap around him. he feels small, delicate in your gentle touch and just as he’s about to tell you that food is almost ready, you drop down on your knees and pamper it with kisses.
you love showing admiration to jungkook’s body, it’s something you’ll never grow tired of, because have you seen him?!
“o-oh—“ jungkook almost loses his grip on the spoon while his shirt is half ridden up, your mouth and tongue kissing him all over where you love holding him.
“so tiny.” you murmur, “you’re so hot.”
jungkook grows flustered over the way you so effortlessly compliment him and his appearance. here he has been dating you for almost five years and he still manages to get shy when you say the smallest thing about him.
“d-dinner’s ready.”
you remove your lips, too hungry to continue whatever you were starting and get up to set the table. jungkook is in awe over how quickly you act as if you didn’t just let yourself fall to your knees over his waist.
as you eat the food, jungkook can’t stop thinking about how you held him, how your lips felt on the edges of his skin as you spoke so honestly about him. it starts affecting him and before he knows it, he’s growing hard under the table while you mindlessly swallow what’s in front of you.
“you’re suddenly quiet, do you not like it?” it’s not hard for you to notice when your boyfriend is quiet and wants to remain silent, and usually it means something is bothering him. you assume it’s the food, because his plate has barely been touched meanwhile yours are left with a few crumbs.
“no no, it’s just.” jungkook sighs, slumping in his chair. “love when you compliment me.” he mumbles the last part, fiddling with his fingers.
you don’t hesitate to get up, and sit down on his lap which causes jungkook to gasp.
“i will never stop showering you with compliments, have you seen yourself?!” you joke around, but internally mean every word and jungkook can defuse the humor and the seriousness in your comment.
“i love you.” he kisses your lips softly and you melt into his touch. his hands are roaming on your back as you continue kissing, tongues intertwining to meet each other halfway.
you don’t hesitate to bring your hands down to his waist again, loving how it feels under your palm as jungkook’s mouth moves to kiss you on your neck.
“you’re so good to me.” he whispers against your skin and your mouth drops, loving the feeling of his mouth on your neck.
“j-jungkook.”
it’s a quickie as some would call it, because frankly you just need him this instant. you fiddle with the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them in one go as jungkook helps you out by raising himself a little.
he’s already hard, waiting for you to do anything. you spit directly on it, stroking him as you bring your lips back on his. jungkook has trouble kissing you back, mouth agape and small moans escaping with each breath.
“f-fuck.” he hisses when your hand moves upwards, thumbs playing with his wet slit and that’s when patience runs thin. with one hand still gripping tightly onto his waist, you use your free hand to free you from the loose fitted sweatpants. they fall in an instant and jungkook being as impatient as you, runs his fingers on your wet core, pulling the fabric aside and letting himself feel just how wet you are.
“can’t believe i can get you this wet.” he breathes out, continuing to move his fingers as your grip on his cock goes back to a mix of slow and rapid strokes.
“need you.” you admit when his thumb starts toying with your clit.
he removes his hand, watching you sink down on him slowly, your heat engulfing him further. a synchronized gasp from each of you slips out when you’re fully settled down.
you don’t ever drop your hold on jungkook’s waist, even when you start riding him, bouncing up and down as jungkook bites down on your earlobe.
it’s as if a mutual agreement is made when you don’t ever slow down, wanting to chase that high you’ve yearned for since you saw that picture of him in that magazine and the same counts for jungkook who’s been waiting after your form of teasing in the kitchen.
you’re surprised the chai doesn’t fall off at any minute, despite the thrusts being firm and hard, skin slapping against skin filling the dining room, mixed with your sweet moans all together.
your eyes keep slipping downwards, watching how jungkook’s cock disappears inside of you with each bounce. foreheads are leaned on each other, breaths mingled as the orgasm is close to washing over you both.
“come on baby, wanna see you cum.” jungkook whispers, biting your bottom lip in encouragement, sensing your legs are already about to give out. you hadn’t really expected to be riding him in the middle of you both eating dinner, but then again your relationship with jungkook is full of surprises.
“you’re so perfect, fuck—“ you moan, gripping his waist harsher as your pace turns more precise. jungkook can feel himself grow close, bringing his thumb on your clit and rubbing it in slow circles. the extra feeling of stimulation has you nearing the orgasm much closer than you expected.
“i’m about to—“
“me too, baby, come on.”
it’s all that’s needed for the final band to snap, causing you to tense as you come undone all over jungkook, while his cock twitches inside of you, filling you up.
as you both come down from your high, you caress his stomach, giving it small rubs and pamper his cheeks with kisses.
“my perfect boy.” you mutter, jungkook’s heart hammering in his chest over your words.
he’s so fucking lucky.
“remind me to thank vogue for putting me in a crop top.” he jokes with you, and you smile against his skin. “shut up and eat your food.”
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Meeting His Family//Georgie Cooper
Georgie Cooper x Fem!reader
Summary: Reader and Georgie are dating and she is meeting his family for the first time! this takes place some time around season five.
Content warning: literally nothing...a little spice at the end ig? Use of the word Y/N.
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: Okay...so I know this is different from my usual content but there are no good Georgie fics! So, naturally, I had to change that. As always, there's lots of fluff. Hope y'all enjoy, and happy Thanksgiving!! Lots of love 💖
You stared intently at your dresser drawer, it was overflowing with clothes, and yet you still had nothing to wear. Meeting your boyfriend's family was stressful enough, and making a good first impression was mandatory. Should you dress casually? It was just dinner at their home after all, but you didn't want to seem careless.
You looked at the clock, it read 5:10. Your boyfriend, Georgie, was supposed to pick you up at 5:30 so you had to decide quickly.
You sighed and reached for a navy blue flowered sundress with buttons down the front. After changing into the dress you brushed your, and applied natural makeup. You heard your doorbell ring and assumed that your boyfriend had arrived.
You took one last look in the mirror, fixing a few strands of your hair. You slipped your feet into your black converse, and rushed down the stairs.
you quickly opened the door, finding your Georgie leaning against the frame with a smug smile on his face. He was wearing a dark red sweatshirt and baggy jeans. His hair was pushed back and styled perfectly, as always.
"You ready to go sweetheart?" He said with his thick southern accent. He gestured for you to take his hand, and you obliged. He pulled you down the porch steps and led you to his green mustang, his car that he loved almost as much as you. He stopped to open the car door for you.
"Ladies first." Georgie said, winking at you. You felt your cheeks turn red, and butterflies came alive in your stomach.
You jumped in the car and strapped yourself in, Gerogie hopping in the driver's seat a few moments later.
"My god I'm nervous." you say, fidgeting with your hands. Gerogie reached over and intertwined one of his hands with yours, and left the other on the steering wheel.
"Don't worry, they're gonna love you." He assured you, rubbing his thumb across your palm. His hands were warm, a strong contrast to yours which were always freezing cold. They were also rough and calloused, due to the frequent car repairs he did.
"Also...just to give you a heads up my brother Sheldon is a little well...you'll see." Georgie explained.
"Ummm...Okay?" you replied, slightly confused.
Georgie turned onto the street where he lived. You recognized it because you had been to the coopers before, considering Gerogie lived in their garage, but you had always managed to avoid his family. It wasn't until last night when Georgie finally gave in to his parents' demands and let you meet them.
He pulled into the driveway and parked the car. You unfastened your seat belt and exited the car, you were even more nervous than when you left your house.
Georgie took notice of your anxious behavior and turned to face you, taking both of your hands in his.
"Darlin' how many times do I have to tell you there is nothing to be nervous about." he exclaimed.
You smiled at him and looked down at the pavement. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, giving you a quick hug. You pressed your face against his chest and inhaled the scent of freshly chopped wood and cheap cologne.
He squeezed your hand lightly before opening the door to his home.
"We're here y'all." Georgie shouted. It was a small, but cute home with floral wallpaper and a cozy living space. The smell of spaghetti, which is what you assumed they were making for dinner, wafted through the house, and was that hot dogs?
A woman wearing a pale pink dress with a warm smile appeared around the corner. You assumed this was Georgie's mom.
"Well hi, you must be Y/N" She said happily. She had the same accent as Georgie.
"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Cooper." You smiled, trying your best to seem polite.
"No need to be so formal, call me Mary." She exclaimed before turning to face Georgie, whose hand was still holding yours.
"Why don't you two go sit over on the couch while I finish making supper." Mary suggested. gesturing towards the living room.
"Fine by me." Georgie said, pulling you away from his mom.
You sat next to Georgie on the couch, and he draped an arm over your shoulders.
"See, not as bad as you thought, is it?" Georgie said softly.
"No," you replied, blushing.
A boy about thirteen years of age entered the room, giving you a look of disgust. He was wearing dress pants, and a button down shirt, and he looked like he wanted to attack you.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" He said, glaring harshly.
"Hey, I'm-" You began, but Georgie cut you off.
"Don't be rude Sheldon, leave us alone." He snapped, and the boy rolled his eyes before grumpily walking into the kitchen.
"Sorry about him," Georgie said. You laughed, understanding how annoying little siblings can be.
The two of you continued to chat quietly, while waiting for dinner to finish. You rested your head on Georgie's shoulder while he twirled strands of your hair between his fingers.
You were nowhere near as nervous as you had been upon arrival. You hadn't been in Georgie's home long, but there was something oddly welcoming about it.
"Dinner's ready!" You heard Mary call from the kitchen.
You stood up quickly, smoothing your dress as you did so. When you entered the dining room you noticed seven chairs placed around the table. Mary sat next to a younger girl who had to be Gerogie's little sister Missy. Next to Mary, at the head of the table, was Gerogie's father.
If you were being honest, he was the one you were the most nervous about meeting. Of course you had seen him around school before, since he was the football coach, but you had never spoken to him personally. Across from him was an older woman with vibrant painted nails and a fancy hairdo. Sheldon sat on the opposite side of the table, was he wearing mittens?
After everyone was seated, the family joined hands and said grace. Everyone then served themselves a plate full of spaghetti with hot dogs. It was definitely an odd choice of a meal, but you were willing to give it a try.
You sat in the empty chair next to Georgie, and across from Missy. You smiled at her as she eyed you suspiciously.
"I'm Missy, nice to meet you" She greeted.
"Hi-" you began before she interrupted.
"Oh, I know who you are, in fact I know a lot about you, Georgie talks about you a lot." Missy said with a sly smile.
You turned to look at Georgie, whose cheeks had turned a bright shade of scarlet.
"Do you now?" you giggled, looking him up and down.
You saw Missy snickering out of the corner of your eye, which made the situation even funny.
"Now Missy, why don't we let Georgie keep his dignity." Said the older woman.
"I'm Connie, Georgie's grandmother" she said, as she turned to face you.
You proceeded to introduce yourself and continued to talk with Connie, who you had decided was your favorite member of the cooper family. Well, other than Georgie of course.
"Connie, are you going to give me a chance to talk to the girl?" Georgie's father exclaimed.
"She's all yours George." Connie replied, shooting me a look of annoyance.
You turned to the man, who held a half empty beer in his left hand. The two of you introduced yourselves awkwardly and failed to hold a conversation, creating an uncomfortably long silence.
Other than that, dinner went relatively smoothly. The family was extremely kind and genuine, well except for Sheldon. But you were sure you would get used to him.
After eating, you offered to help Mrs, Cooper clean up dinner, but she insisted that she didn't need it.
"Well, this has been nice, but I think we're going to head out to the garage now." Georgie announced.
You made sure to thank everyone before heading out the door, taking a breath of relief as you did.
"So, what do you think?" Georgie said laughing lightly.
He shut the garage door and turned to face you, a small smile spread across his lips.
"They're actually really great...I could get used to being around here more often." you exclaimed.
Georgie stared at you intently, his misty blue eyes pouring into yours.
"What?" you asked, blushing intensely. You felt your heartbeat increase rapidly, it always did when he gave you that look.
Georgie began slowly walking towards you, stopping only when there was less than an inch of space between the two of you. He placed his index finger under your chin and lifted it.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about how lucky I am to be in love with you." He whispered as he cupped your cheek, and leaned in to close the gap between the two of you.
He kissed you roughly, like he had been waiting all night for this moment. Come to think of it, he probably had.
Georgie let out several soft moans as the kiss continued. He began to move forward, slowly backing you up to the bed. Once you reached it, you happily flopped down on the mattress. Georgie relocated his lips to your collarbone, giving you a moment to catch your breath.
He slid his right hand under you, clutching your waist. His left hand still cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your skin. His touch was ghostly, your skin tingling everywhere he went.
Georgie hovered above you, those beautiful blue eyes admiring you once more.
"Maybe...you should...stay the night." He said between breaths.
Your heart skipped a beat, this was new, but you weren't about to turn the offer down.
"I think...maybe you're right." you replied, before grabbing his face and pulling him into another kiss.
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ii hands ii heaven, l. hamilton
pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x she (black!fem!reader)
warning: suggested sexual situations
content: in which two newlyweds bask in the essence of one another.
an: don't ask me what I know about LH44, I'm not gonna front and act like I know this man like the back of my hand. I saw some videos, watched some interviews, read some fics, and now we're here. just know I wanted to write & I pictured him for this fic lol. hope y'all enjoy
Soft mewls flowed from her parted lips like a waterfall. Her noises dove and crashed into the deepest oceans of their devotion. The intimacy of the moment was deep. They welcomed themselves to drown in it, leaving air at the surface and choosing to inhale the breath of adoration the other exuded.
With the soft light of dawn peering through the curtains, their bodies wove together like yarn, knotted together and unable to be untangled. As he whispered sweet sentiments against the shell of her ear, the remnants of the outside world faded away.
The desperation for one another flowed between them like lava, further igniting their passion and desire. They moved together in a unified harmony, exploring all the other had to offer. Tender affection and unrestrained passion were their portion. Each fiery touch, each delicate kiss was an unspoken promise of the depth of their love.
When the heat of passion began to cool, they stayed wrapped in the warm embrace of one another; damp bodies pressed against each other like glue. On their lips were smiles fueled by dopamine. Low eyes filled with adoration.
“Hi,” he spoke softly, his breath warm against her lips. She giggled like a lovesick teenager and whispered back, bringing her trembling hand to his face, drumming her finger over his bitten and swollen lips. “Let’s get ready, yeah?”
She nodded slowly, her face lifting against the pillow as her head moved. She sat up slowly, her wince falling on the ears of her lover. He swiftly wrapped his arms around her and swept her off the warm bed. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Baby!”
He hummed softly and placed her on her feet. His tattooed arm opened the shower door and turned the handle. He waited for the water to warm before ushering her into the shore with a tap against her bottom. She scolded him playfully, “Hands to yourself.”
“I’ll try my best.”
What was intended to be a quick cleanse turned into a thirty-minute shower with heavy droplets against their bodies as she was pressed against the glass, heaving as the humidity invaded her throat. Goodness, they’d be so late.
They couldn’t keep themselves off of each other. His zipping the back of her dress led to his fingers brushing her hair off her neck and tracing the placement of her dark locks with his lips. Her eyelids fluttered closed as her hands gripped the edge of the counter. He would be the death of her.
Her tongue darted out and slid over her swollen bottom lip. His hands began to wander over the perfectly fitted dress. It was the prettiest emerald green shade and complimented her skin's richness wonderfully. Every curve, riff, and ridge was accentuated. She looked beautiful.
“Okay, okay,” she whimpered, pressing her hands against his thigh. “We gotta go, baby, we gotta go.” She turned in his arms and began fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. His chest, decorated with tattoos and the finest of jewelry.
“You look stunning,” he whispered, caressing her waist. “So pretty.”
She smiled bubbly and pecked his lips, “Thank you kindly.” Her hands smoothed out the thick linen of his suit jacket, the bling from her rings catching his eye. His heart leaped at the sight.
He hummed lowly and squeezed her bottom, smirking when his fingers caught the dampness between her legs. She gave him a look. He gave one back. “Mhm. The quicker we get out of here, the quicker we get back. Let’s go, Mrs. Hamilton.”
“That’ll never get old,” she said, reaching behind to swipe her purse off the counter.
Her husband smiled softly and led her out of their shared bedroom. With a light kiss against her temple, he said, “It’s not supposed to. Let’s get out of here.” As they prepared to depart, the intimacy lingered like the sweetness of her fragrance.,
With whispered words, playful touches, and gentle kisses, they prepared themselves for what the outside world had to offer. Heaven.
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—.: ･ﾟ✦ KISS THE GIRL
RIN, REO, NAGI, KUNIGAMI attempting to, almost, accidentally and finally kissing you (in no particular order, surprise!)
≡ NOTES ⋮ OMG! this is my blue lock sfw debut...I hope y'all can support me 🥺🫶
RIN
there you see her, sitting there across the way. She don't got alot to say, but there's something about her
He was seated in front of you in full concentration on the menu—brows knitted together, and lips pursed tight. His eyes intense on the booklet carefully studying which food you would both enjoy together.
Oh, you admired him like that. He looked so serious, so handsome.
You’re instantly in a daze and still couldn’t believe that you got a man like him to say ‘yes’ on a date with you.
“What do you want? I suggest we ord...” Rin trailed off as he noticed your pinned gaze on him. He felt a little nervous and his cheeks began heating up. Why were you looking at him like that?
Meanwhile, you weren’t even noticing that his focus was no longer on the menu, but already on you.
Rin looked back at you again, and he couldn’t help but get drawn into your eyes. They were so pretty...you were so pretty that he didn’t notice himself leaning forward to close to gap in between the two of you.
“Ma’am, sir, are you ready with your order?" The waiter interrupted, and Rin instantly pulled himself back to his seat. “Oh-ah, uhm I’m sorry. I’m sorry to interrupt you. I’ll just drop by again,” the waiter said.
You blinked twice realizing what could’ve happened. Was he really...Was he really gonna kiss you?
Rin has a hand covering the half of his face. His ears were red, and he was obviously flushed. He was half-pissed and half-embarrassed at the same time.
Now, he should better find another way to kiss you.
REO
yes, you want her. Look at her, you know you do. It's possible she wants you too there is one way to ask her. It don't take a word not a single word
He was fresh out of bath and you instantly jumped to your feet, holding a towel. As his hired personal assistant during his games, you always made sure that you were doing your duty well especially when it’s Reo. You’ve been in awe with the guy ever since and it would totally make you happy to help him be successful as an athlete.
You approached him with the towel and patted him dry.
“Hey, I told you. You don’t have to do this,” he gently said.
Reo wanted to stop you, but he couldn’t. Not when he kinda’ wanted it too. Your hands...your caring touches on him. He gulped.
Were you not finding yourself awkward in front of a half-naked man? Was he not attractive enough? Well, maybe you got used to him...to this already that it didn’t bother you anymore.
But it bothered him. He’s bothered by you...by this...in all kinds of ways he couldn’t tell.
“Allow me to do my job, sir!” You said, not backing down.
“How many times did I tell you to drop the ‘sir’?” He had been attempting for months now to eliminate whatever gap you had between you two yet you’re so stubborn and still insisted on your formalities.
“That can’t do, sir.”
He took a sharp inhale and decided to put a stop to this. He held your wrist, which forced you to shift your gaze unto his undeniably attractive face. Your throat dried up. He looked dead serious, and he towered over you. Your heart was skipping a beat. But he’s your boss...
Reo was supposed to say something, but he found himself leaning closer to you instead. His breathing got stuck in his chest as he wanted to have a taste of those lips. Those lips that he wanted to shut up everytime you’d call him something he didn’t want to be in your life.
You were caught in the moment, clueless and lost on what was happening. Why were you feeling weak now? You didn’t wanna stop this, but you have to.
All of a sudden, a droplet of water fell from his hair to your nose. You were jolted and smacked the towel over his face in panic, acting like you were drying him up like usual.
You couldn’t believe it. You were about to kiss your boss!
While you were so lost in your thoughts, Reo already made up his mind. He took the towel from your grasp and threw it over your head, surprising you.
“S-Sir?”
Before you knew it, your eyes widened in disbelief as his lips were now pressed against yours.
He pulled away and pinched the tip of your nose. “I told you. Drop the sir.”
NAGI
shala- lala-lala my oh my looks like the boy's too shy ain't gonna kiss the girl
The pale-haired agreed to assist you in memorizing some terms that you had to bear in mind. He agreed because he’d just play video games while you were reviewing then he’d just listen to you talk and check if what you were saying was accurate. It was not much of a big deal, really. You’re best friends after all.
He was so wrapped up on his phone that when it was already game over, he noticed that you fell asleep.
“Oh, you’re cheating, huh?” He murmured. Curious to see what you were trying to memorize, he bent his head forward attempting to carefully slide the handout underneath your head, but instead he was met by the sight of you peacefully sleeping.
You had the other side of your face against the table and your cheek was squished adorably. His eyes sparkled and he didn’t know it. He also couldn’t understand why was watching you sleep so boring but entertaining for him at the same time.
Should he take a picture? Would you drool? Were your lashes always like that? Nagi’s fingers grazed lightly over the strands, and it tickled him a little. It felt light and loved the fuzzy feeling against his skin.
He also found your even breathing too soothing for him that he didn’t notice his head swaying back and forth as he was being lulled into sleep. His eyes were now triggering to close as his head dropped against yours.
Opening his eyes again, it seemed like certain minutes passed by. As he was coming down to consciousness, he felt something soft against his lips. Was it a pillow? Hmmm...He never felt anything like this before. He opened his eyes and saw yours. No, it wasn’t a pillow that’s soft against his lips, it was your...
Immediately, he straightened his back and blinked rapidly. Oh. Did you two really... He pondered as his heart drummed fast in his ear. Maybe he’d find out the truth if he’d try to actually do that consciously this time around.
Maybe?
He was on his way on dipping his head forward when you squinted and opened your eyes.
“N-Nagi?” You said in puzzlement, waking up with his face so close to yours. Sitting upright, you scratched your eyes still fresh from sleep. “W-What happened?”
“Uh...” Flustered, he looked away, scratching his neck. “I think we kissed.”
KUNIGAMI
boy, you better do it soon no time will be better
Your boyfriend was always the gentleman. He’d always open the door for you, would volunteer to carry your bag, and would slice the steak for you if you’re finding it difficult. Kunigami Rensuke was always the gentleman, but in his situation right now, he was trying his best to be.
When he agreed to watch a movie with you, he never thought that it would be romance. Now, the man was hyperaware of your existence beside him—the way your elbow would rub against his, your laugh and the way you sip that soda from your straw.
His throat ran dry.
Now, how could he respectfully have your lips on his instead on that straw. Goodness...what was he thinking?
He ran a hand through his face and watched as the scene turned to the main lead passionately kissing the leading lady. He couldn’t help but turn to you. His eyes fixed on your lips. Oh, how he wanted to do that.
Rensuke laced an arm around you and your focus shifted to him from the movie scene. He was leaning close, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted. You smiled and fed him with a popcorn.
“I’m sorry. I almost forgot to share with you,” you said, completely clueless on what your boyfriend wanted to do all this time.
Your date night ended with you ranting about the movie’s ending. He honestly found it a little cringe too. It was another life-on-the-line main characters with one of them dying kind of story.
You were walking to your home with hands laced with each other. Though he badly wanted to kiss you, just like this was enough. Just the chance to spend a little bit of time with you was more than enough.
Stopping by the front of your house, he gently ruffled the top of your head. “Thanks for today.”
“Actually,” you swayed back and forth with the heels of your feet. Your gaze avoiding him as your face was all flushed. “My parents weren’t home tonight. Could you...Could you keep me company?”
Forget the kiss, Rensuke thought.
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AN: special thanks to @his-saiko for the inspo and @sugarbebenireo @chibishae34 bc your men are here
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𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲..?
synopsis. greeting them after a tiring day at practice + stuff i’d like to do with them
word count. 1k
characters. tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, oikawa tooru
warnings. reader is called princess (in oikawa's part), lil suggestive?? + mentions of a wound (in tsukishima’s part), reverse comfort, lil angst if u squint, CLICHE STUFF
notes. asdfghjkfghj first time posting my works here! hope y'all enjoy reading it heheh-
𖤐 tsukishima k.
“tadaima,” you heard a soft voice accompanied by the click of the door closing.
“kei!” you exclaimed, lips instantly tugged into a smile as you run towards your boyfriend. you crashed into him, almost knocking him backwards. “okaeri,” you said while inhaling his familiar scent and wrapping your arms around his lean frame.
tsukishima only hummed in response, though he was quick to return the embrace and press a kiss to the crown of your head.
“how was practice today?” you asked as you pulled away from the hug. but your smile vanished and transformed into a somewhat panicked expression when you saw a huge bruise on your lover’s cheek. “oh my gosh, kei. what happened?!”
“a certain someone accidentally hit the ball towards my face,” he replied, wincing in pain as you gently laid your hand on top of the bruise, your thumb stroking the red and blue-ish skin.
“hinata?”
“who else,” the blonde averted his gaze and sighed. “don’t worry, i already compressed it with an icepack.”
you suddenly grinned. “doesn’t look worse than that hickey you gave me–”
“urusai.” tsukishima glared at you, his face flushed red. “don’t you dare mention that.”
“i’m joking, i’m joking,” you laughed. your hand was still resting on his cheek, which, to him, somehow did a better job of making the pain hurt less than the icepack. he gingerly took your hand and guided it towards his lips before pressing a soft kiss onto your palm.
“can we eat dinner now?” he mumbled against your skin, causing you to squirm at the ticklish feeling.
“of course we can,” smiling even wider than before, you pulled your arm away and slipped it around his as both of you walked to the kitchen.
𖤐 akaashi k.
you were a little surprised when you came out of the bathroom and found your boyfriend slumped across the sofa. you were happy, of course, and couldn’t wait to eat dinner and spend some time with him. but the tired expression on his face forced yourself to postpone all the hugs and kisses you were ready to shower him with.
“keiji?” you tried, your voice soft and careful.
akaashi slowly opened his eyes, emerald hues boring into your own (e/c) eyes. he slightly pulled his lips to the sides. “hey, sweetheart.”
“rough day at practice?” you asked again, this time making your way to the sofa.
“hm,” the boy mumbled. you were now sitting cross-legged beside him. slowly, you placed your hands on either side of his face, guiding him to lie down on your lap. akaashi instantly melted into your touch, and you could almost see his fatigue evaporating into nothingness as he finally settled comfortably on your legs.
“tell me everything,” you said gently. your fingers were already getting to work, untangling and smoothing out akaashi’s raven locks. he let out a sigh of contentment and closed his eyes a second time.
silence hung in the air – though it felt peaceful and comforting to both of you rather than awkward. you were still busy playing with your boyfriend’s hair. knowing he wasn’t much of a talker, you didn’t press for answers. besides, wasn’t simply being there for him enough?
“i’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” he whispered. “‘m too tired right now,”
you hummed in response. “do you want to eat dinner, then? after that–”
“can we stay like this for a little longer?”
you looked down at his face, a little surprised when you found akaashi already staring lazily back at you. you smiled before cupping his cheeks and placing a quick kiss to his nose. “actually, i think i’d like that, too.”
𖤐 oikawa t.
you yelped as you felt two cold arms encircling your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. you quickly turned off the stove and pulled the earplugs from your ears before turning around, only to see your boyfriend’s face nestling comfortably on your shoulder.
“tooru?!” you exclaimed. “oh my god, i’m so sorry. why didn’t you tell me you’re home?”
he grinned, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “i’m here now, aren’t i?”
despite his playful tone, you could see the fatigue overshadowing his features. how it made his smile look a little less genuine, how it gave him subtle frown wrinkles across his forehead, how it caused his voice to sound groggy. “tooru?” you called to him softly. “did anything happen at practice?”
that earned a small chuckle from him. “you know me so well, princess,”
“tooru…”
“tell me about your day instead,” he interjected. “mine’s too shitty to talk about.”
this didn’t seem like the oikawa tooru you knew. he’d usually protest and complain nonstop about how terrible practice was, how frustrating his underclassmen were, or literally any other bad thing about his day. something really bad must’ve happened that it caused him to be this quiet.
“was it that bad?” you asked again, this time turning around and cupping his cheeks in your hands. they’re so cold, you thought silently.
“not as bad as how i must’ve smell like right now,” the brunette grinned again. “i’ll go take a shower, m’kay?”
“tooru, look at me.” you demanded, tightening your hold on the sides of his face, which made him tense a little. “i need to know if something happened. please tell me what’s wrong.”
oikawa stared at you and sighed, his smile faltering. “everything,” he whispered before roughly dumping his forehead on your shoulder. “i dunno… it all just feels so tiring…”
you noticed how his fingers were rubbing the letters of ‘i love you’ on your back. you carefully lifted your arms and hugged him back, your fingers tracing the shape of a heart right below his shoulder. a silent ‘i love you, too’.
“will a movie marathon cheer you up?” you asked after a few while. “i can make you some ice cream sandwiches, too, if you want.”
“with milk bread?” he muttered into your neck.
“with milk bread.”
you felt his lips form a smile against your skin, and despite how you couldn’t see it, it felt more genuine this time.
© POWCHAKKO 2023, do not copy, modify, or repost my work onto other platforms.
#akaashi's is the shortest one despite him being my fav character T^T#imo oikawa's is the best in this one lol#ASDFGHJJDFGHJK RLLY HOPING THIS FIRST POST WILL DO WELL#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#tsukishima kei#tsukishima x reader#haikyuu tsukishima#akaashi keiji#akaashi x reader#haikyuu akaashi#oikawa tooru#oikawa x reader#haikyuu oikawa#★ ── asha.writes
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blackhousewife!reader x reiner braun
tw:mdni, housewife reader, back shots, riener is obsessed with you, butt play, he likes just licking you, spit, slight dry humping, smell kink, "bubba" used as an endearment (i'm trying out nicknames), oral (fem r.), praise, ass eating, reader calls him "rei' ", squirting, and sex with clothes on.
you always await for him to get home, stomach sinking with anxiety as you do.
you try and always look good for reiner. hair done up with you, pretty lashes and blush. lip liner and lip gloss with your dresses, skirts, and bows. skin always moisturized and oiled up for him
always having his dinner ready for him. plates always big because of his burly body. he has to stay fed. placing his plate wrapped in foil ready for him as soon as he gets home
your legs shaking as you hear the front door open. you perched on the bed waiting for him. you can hear his heavy feet make their way toward the bedroom. he still makes you nervous, cheeks hot with a blush.
"hi bubba" you greet him as soon as the bedroom door opens, looking at him. he is so handsome. your happy he is your husband so you can look at him and touch him whenever you please and he is all yours.
you always look cute for him. cute frilly dress with just as frilly socks that cover you pedicured toes. always looking so pretty for him always done up making him rock hard in his dress pants.
"hi sweetheart" your on your feet moving into his open arms that are ready to except you. "you look so pretty today" he's hugging you tight. his cologne surrounding you, as he inhale into your neck. he can't help but to kiss the flesh there too. so happy he is finally in your arms. you both are so lovesick it's almost disgusting.
"i just look pretty ?" you questioned with a small pout. you can feel him smile into your neck.
"you look beautiful, tantalizing, succulent" he kisses your neck with each description. you laugh as it feel tickles with his light beard. he goes to bite on your shoulder "i just wanna eat you" also licking the skin there.
he always know how to make you smile. "i made you dinner" he still sucking on your skin "let me go heat it up" you try and escape his hold but he just pulls you in tighter.
pulling your legs around his waist. he looks you right in the eyes and he can't believe he has you as his wife. so beautiful and your all his. he moves so your noses are touching and licks the skin there.
making you giggle at his actions, the sensation kinda makes you hair on your neck stand up. "no, baby you really gotta eat you've been working all day" you try and get out of his hold to be the best wife you can be and feed your husband.
he doesn't want you away from him. he's missed you all day at work. fantasizing about you in your cute dress and pretty ribbons in your hair.
he takes the time to press you into your bed with his body weight on top of you. keeping you caged into him. the weight on top of him making you dizzy.
"i made your favorite mac and ch-" he kisses you hard. shutting you right up. you know just what to do to him. mac and cheese is his known favorite, now he has an excuse to spoil you.
"what did i do to get such a perfect wife ?" he is all smiles and showing off all his teeth. "what else did you make sweetheart ?" he knows you love telling him about the meals that you cook him.
"baked potatoes and barbecue chicken" he licks a broad strip on your face making you giggle in his hold.
"see your sweet enough to eat" he always makes you laugh with his corny jokes. you always tell him he has a head start on dad jokes when y'all have kids.
"thank you so much baby" kissing him tenderly as an acceptance for his compliment. before he meet you and sweep you off your feet and made you his housewife. he would come home to an empty house and his tv dinner in the freezer.
he so appreciative of you and everything you do for him. it's makes him grow harder in his pants. the tender kisses you make against his lips make his blood hotter.
it's what causes him to start a slow grind into you. you dress has ridden up, your panties is the only thing that protect you from his firm grinds and soft roll of his hips. your soft moans in his mouth is making start to sweat. he has to unbutton a couple buttons in his shirt because it feel like he'll suffocate.
your feverish kisses make him start to grind harder. loving the friction. he has to at least have some sort of control but he can't. he has no control when it comes to you.
"i need you so bad" he breathes against your lips. grinding deep into you. making your high pitched moans increase. your stomach is turning with the pleasure he brings you.
"i need you bad too rei' " he almost mafauctions at your soft voice saying you needed him. he loves feeling desired. it's all the confirmation he needs to give you one last mouth-watering kiss.
lips moving slowly letting his mouth really work against you. your core gripping around nothing when drags his hips again. a thumping rhythm in your panties.
hesitantly pulling away from your candy like lips. he sits up on his knees looking down at you, chest heaving and your lips swollen. all your lip gloss now gone, he doesn't mind having it on his own lips. it's taste like you.
he towers over you, so tall and he is so handsome it makes the rhythm in your panties quicken. you feel him moving your limbs to flip you over.
the puffiness of your dress covering one of his favorite features on you. the plumpness that lies underneath, he pulls the fabric up slowly just to peek at your pink panties.
he loves seeing your face while he is deep inside. loving the faces you make and how he easily he has access to your breast while your on your back.
but on a day like today when he didn't have a break from you in his mind. you constantly in his head. all of his daydreams about you. he has to have you on your stomach to almost punish you for constantly being on his conscious.
it's not even your fault, it's his. he is unnaturally obsessed with you. you consume him. and then you have the nerve to cook for him everyday, clean for him, and look good enough to make his pants tighter.
he pulls your up by your ass to put a deep arch in your back. spreading legs wide as you knees strain into the bed. "you look so pretty like this" hes patting the flesh of your butt. moving his face down to kiss each cheek of flesh.
swiping his tongue against the skin to soothe it. he pulls back and hits the pillowy flesh with a hard smack watching the movement that happens after, mesmerized.
he pulls your core right against his to front test out how good he can stroke you in a position like this. the way your body is in place is perfect. now he is ready to spoil his princess.
he slides them pretty panties down and help you adjust back against your knees. seeing you leak out for him as soon as the cloth is gone. the folds of you making him moan. a light grumble in his chest.
so much liquid just for him making you skin glisten. he pushes his thumbs deeper into back so your arch is even higher. so much air having access to you as you spread wide for riener. as he watches you twitch.
when you clench up, a glob of essence drops onto the bed. he sighs out "you drive me crazy" he pulls your hips close as he puts his face down to where you leak. pushing his nose into your slimy entrance. his nose being coated in your liquid, he doesn't care he's been dreaming of this.
his nostrils breathe in deep to capture your smell. the scent of you making his eyes roll back. inhaling again while his hands spread you so he can push in deeper. nose almost penetrating you as he smells you more.
he loves your scent. loving how you smell everywhere from your neck to this pretty pussy that he's addicted to.
his tonuge coming out to taste you. your clit is what gets his attention as his tongue licks you softly. you moan out lightly liking the feeling of his light licks. with the last inhale of you, he pulls his nose out of your juices. liking how they stick to his skin.
he swipes his fingers over his nose and collects the slick putting the fingers in his mouth as he groans at the taste. his chest rising and falling while he can't even focus. you have the audacity to smell and taste as good as you do. it's makes him shudder at the thought of having another taste of you.
pushing his tongue into your clit. sucking gently preparing to lick you from front to back. when his face is nestled in between your spread cheeks his tongue rotates on your puckered hole. making you squirm getting more tastes of you. liking how your body reacts.
he positions his tongue back to where your more slimy. putting his nose in your entrance as he goes to suck on your clit. your so wet, your juices coat his nose and bottom half of his face.
sucking hard to get the juices of you in his mouth. your toes curling into your frilly socks. "ugh reiner" you cry out. his tongue moving in circles with his suckling, you start shaking. your knees that lay in the bed becoming weak.
making you moan more with the way his tongue is working against you. he doesn't want you to realese on his face he wants you to do that on his dick. it pains him to have to pull away from your wetness you whine when he does. "reiner please" he smacks one of your cheeks that are in the air. just to quiet you up.
"i've been missing you all day, i need that pussy so bad" he starts to rush to pull his belt and dress pants down just enough so his length is free. the veins pulsing with need.
he pumps his length against you just to feel your wetness coat him in a thin layer. rubbing against you while you shift on your knees and pull the sheets. reiner puts his thumbs into your arch to make it deeper. like how your ass sticks far into air. he takes time positioning the tip of him to your well lubracated core.
slowly sliding in feeling your walls tighten at the intrusion so wet that he has not issue pushing more in at your resistance. it's like your swallowing him. but your walls choke him at the same time. he has to collect his breath as you steal it from him.
repositioning his hands firmer onto your waist. to keep his composure. having to grip you harder to not spill his seed immediately. slowly pushing in more to put all his thickness into you.
he sees your body shiver when he adds more of himself inside you. making your walls swallow him more. "your t-t-too big rei' " you whimper against the sheets while he tries to be flush with you.
it's always a struggle to take reiner all at once his thickness stretching you so much it's hard too handle. your walls having to expand so much it almost hurts. but he is determined everytime to have his pelvis connect with yours.
"ssh it's ok baby i'm just trying to make you full baby" he rubs your hips gently. "don't you like being fulled up ?" he ask you so sweetly. making you shake your head into the pink sheets. your hands shakily gripping by your head.
seeing you nodding he pushes himself in more making you lurch forward a little. "your doing so good baby, taking me so good" the thickness of him is suffocating, but the praise he spills from his lips allows you to relax in his hold.
allowing his length to penetrate you deeper. panicking when you can feel him in your stomach. the posture your in making it even more intense "mmm it's too deep, bubba it's too deep" you breath onto the sheets not being able to take it.
"it's almost all the way in, just calm down baby" he pulls just a little out of you to do one final thrust. the thrust allowing him to be flush with you all the way. making you cry out. "ahh there you go baby, your too good to me"
"your filled up baby, doesn't it feel good ?" he ask while grinding into you. tip pressing a spot deep into you that leaves you shuddering.
"y-yes feel so good bubba" pulling his hips all the way back. liking how your cream coats him dripping off him when the tip of him is the only thing being gripped by your insides.
"so creamy, baby" he is so amazed. when he rolls his hips so they make contact with your soft ass again. the cream coming out of you in abundance. the squelching of your wetness making his ears ring.
pulling his pelvis back again to leave his tip in and pushing deep into you. the softness of your walls pulsing around him. slowly building his pace to a deep stroke into you . using your waist as an anchor for him to push into you. pressed against the bed as he rolls his hips to meet your pillowy cheeks.
hitting spots inside of you that have you climbing up the bed trying to get away from it. it feels too good you can't take it. "mm feels so good for me, all for me" reiner babbling above you. he loves you so much. infatuated with you.
your friends always asks how he keeps you cooped up in the house always cleaning and cooking. rarely going out, just being on hand and foot for your husband. but how could you not ? when he makes your stomach cramp with pleasure and treats you like a princess.
your drool collecting on the bed. he pushes his hands into your back harder. presssing your front against the sheets leaving a deep arch just for him to admire.
mouth open moans that bounce off the walls. as he hits your g spot with rough precision crawling up the bed trying to get away.
but the way you arched and the way his hands are in place you have no space to move. "bubba it's i-i-in my stomach" your squealing into the sheets. you can't move he has you pinned down.
"i'm sorry baby, this pussy 's too good" he's breathless as he says it. he can see your pretty legs shaking hips almost dropping in place. he picks them right back up. higher this time.
putting his hand on top of where your ass cheeks meet. holding you there, putting his thumb in between them just to hold you securely. keeping you in place for his rough strokes. the sounds leaving your mouth sounding like cries.
starting a rough pace that has you screaming. if he wasn't so needy he would take his time but he can't. he feels his stomach starting to cramp up. his release creeping on him causing his thoughts to become blurry. focusing on the feeling in his abdomen.
you can feel his thumb starting a slow rotation on your puckered hole to distract you from the rough treatment. moving just to circle the perimeter. the different sensations you're feeling starting to make you feel overwhelmed. "rei' , it's too much" you can feel the slight pressure of his thumb.
pushing not to penetrate you just to add pleasure to you. he can feel your walls pulse around him tightly. "b-b-bubba im bout cum" you can feel him pick up the pace. it's brutal how his hard thrust feel hitting inside you.
whole body tensing, when his thumb speeds up with his strokes. your almost there. you can feel it in your toes. how they buzz and tense up.
the feeling spreading to your legs. your legs shaking so much that reiner hold is all the support you have. your legs too jelly-like to keep you up. he knows your body so well. knowing when your insides twitch around him so quick. he knows your close to coming undone.
your pelvis having a fire like feeling. when suddenly you lose your control on your body. things happening without your approval. the way you body is moving and squirming in a way that reiner has to grip you with both hands and piston into you to keep you still.
"ahh !" it's the only sound you can make when your juices flying out of you. landing onto the bedding under you. your known for making a big mess in between your two bodies.
"mmmh there you go" both hands squeezing you harsher. " 'm so proud of you baby" he knows sometimes you can feel a little shy about the amount of wetness you leave behind. so he encourages it, he loves how wet and creamy you are.
still pushing into you "thank you so much, thank you for this pussy, thank you for everything" all you can do is scream so overstimulated that your body knows no other function. " i'm almost there baby"
he gets real talkative when he is about to cum. the words just leaving his mouth he can't seem to even comprehend himself sometimes just nonsense leaving his mouth. " 'm-m-m, i love you ugh i lo- , t-thank you" stuttering he can't seem to get the words all the way out
his stomach tensing when he feels his tip get hot. he is still drilling into you. your pussy so tight, he knows he is close. he knows he has to give his all. pulling himself back he can see your body shake.
when pushes back in he goes deeply and rough. starting a brutal pace that leaves you speechless. shaky hand coming to push on his abdomen. "i-i'm sorry i-i-i" he is sorry for being so hard on you. for pushing into you so hard
the roughness of his thrust makes you eyes roll back into your head. seeing spots in your vision when you can feel your stomach snapping uncontrollably. so much moisture leaving you. making him slide into you much easier.
your stomach and walls tighten too much to the point reiner is red faced trying to gain his composure. but he only has so little when in this situation
when he stills his hips you can finally feel the hot spurts of cream enter you and leave your inside hot. while he groans on top of you.
"ohh, so good s-so good baby" just the bases of words leaving his mouth. you body moving on its own, the way you convulse is involuntary. and all you can do is breathe hard trying to even your breath.
reiners big hands coming to rub on your back to relax the muscles. his endurance makes it easier for him to snap back to reality. trying to calm your shaking body. small "mmhs" leaving your lips.
"you ready to go eat baby" he asks so sweetly and all you can do is nod into the sheets while he helps you resituate yourself 
the night ends when you both sitting at the dinner table with you on reiner lap while you cut up and fed his dinner to him between a new kiss to his lips. being the best housewife, just for him.
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JOHNNY VOICE LINE TRANSCRIPT 🥩
I wrote these out a long time ago but never posted them anywhere! Based on [x].
>Nancy's voicelines<
Notes:
• I could've copied the game subtitles, but I didn't 'cause they suck.
• I haven't played enough Johnny to know where some of these lines start and end. Please let me know if I've made any mistakes in that regard!
• I was gonna include tone indicators, but tone is subjective. No one wants me to mark the Feed Grandpa voice lines as "Flirty."
Thanks!
VOICELINES
Encounter Start
Now look at this! Somebody's ready to fight!
This is gonna end... Very badly for you.
Yeah-ha-ha! Oh, that's it! Hit me...
Imma gut every single one of y'all! [Inhales, laughs under breath] Come on... Come on!
Exit interaction
Nobody leaves until I say so!
Ain't nobody leavin' just yet!
Got it.
Nobody's leavin' alive! Y'all not fast enough! ... Good try, though.
Feed Grandpa
Get your fill, old man.
It always tastes best when it's fresh, don't it?
Here you go, old man.
You're lookin' better already... Now help us!
Oh, you're thirsty today.
Victim found
HA HA! It's playtime!
Heh heh, it's playtime...
Hahahaha, I always find 'em!
You should know better than that! ... Come on out, now.
Hey there! [Laughs]
Well! Look who we got here! [Laughs]
Hit victim
Oh! Now I got ya!
Yeah! Take it! Take it!
It's better if you die right quick! Trust me!
This would be simpler if you would sit still!
Yeah! You gonna be leakin' after that hit.
Idle
Nobody escapes me.
How the hell did those kids find us? [Sighs] I should've been more careful.
If Grandpa was able, this would be over by now... I better go feed him.
Damn it, Johnny... Get your head straight! Come on, now!
I gotta fix this... Now!
Cook seen
I'd watch that tongue of yours, old man... It might go missin' one day.
I thought you knew how to run this household... THIS is a mess!
Damn it, old man! Put those ears of yours to use already!
Where are they?! How the hell did they get loose?! I can't fix this by myself, old man.
Stop barkin' orders at me! You ain't gonna like the results.
Hitchhiker seen
Surround the property with some of those traps already! This is getting outta hand fast!
You're one shifty little sumbitch... I'll give you that. [Laughs]
How you make those weird ass traps of yours, anyway?
Would you. Settle. The Hell. Down already. You're scattering all over the dang place. We gotta focus!
Grandpa is gonna tan our hides if we let them get away. Spread out!
Leatherface seen
That's it, boy... Go kill someone now.
Go on, put that saw to use, big boy! What're you waitin' on?
If I were you, I'd go and check out Grandpa. We're gonna need his help!
Let's go now, boy! Grandpa ain't gonna be too pleased if you let them escape.
Just get outta my way, boy... I'll show you how real killin's done.
Sissy seen
Are you gonna help me out, or just stand there lookin' pretty?
If it ain't askin' too much, before you go and run off again, would you mind helpin' me out?
Before you go runnin' off with those back-house hippies again... Can you PLEASE find these damn kids?!
Sissy, what the hell're you waitin' on? Get to it!
Sissy... Are you even listenin' to me? What's goin' on in that head of yours?! Damn!
Lose enemy first
Aww, you leavin' so soon?
It's alright, big boy's gonna be wearing your face soon enough... After I'm done with you, that is. [Laughs]
You know... I was actually kinda fond of that girl, I-I didn't really wanna hurt 'er... But, as they say... Family first, y'know?
You ever watch someone die? Oh... You ain't never quite the same after that, lemme tell ya.
Ohohoh, you can run all you want... It ain't gonna matter much longer.
Lose enemy sub
[Scoffs] You're all gurgle and no guts! I thought you were tougher than that!
I'm gonna find you... I will! I promise!
You wanna know how your friend died? I can show you!
L-Listen now! E-Everybody's time comes eventually!
The bad man's in me... And you gonna meet 'im real soon!
Lose enemy long
Your little friend put up a better fight than this... Come on... Make it interesting, will ya?!
They always try to hide... It's always the same game... [Laughs]
You folks don't know who you messin' with! Nobody ever gets away from me.
You're just delayin' the inevitable! YOU HEAR ME?
Come on out now, let's play.
I got plenty of space in the cold room for you.
Match start
It's time. [Chuckles] Seems they've got some fight in 'em after all.
I knew I should've handled this myself... I'll fix it.
That's what I get for taking it easy on them. Time for them to join that little friend of theirs.
See blood trail
Oh, this is gonna be easy.
Hey, you okay? You seem to have lost a bit of blood!
Now... let's see where you scurried off to.
You know... Bleedin' like that ain't gonna help your cause!
Don't bleed out on me yet! I need you awake!
See enemy first
Don't worry. I like it when they run.
Look, you're gonna want this to end fast. Trust me on that.
Well, don't run! I just wanna see how it feels.
There you are! [Chuckles] You kinda remind me of your little friend.
See enemy sub
This is pointless, you know. Quit stallin'.
Don't worry... I'll find ya.
[Growls] I'm gonna see your insides before this night's through!
Oh, you ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you.
Come on back, now.
Got something I wanna show you! [Laugh]
See family member
Well! Look who decided to lend a hand!
Check the doors and generator. We can't let them leave. You hear me?
Y'all need to start pullin' your weight around here. This is gettin' old!
Grandpa's gonna be in a fit if we let them escape. Start searchin'!
Would y'all... Help me already. PLEASE!
See trapped victim
We gotcha! [Laughs]
You ready to meet the bad man?
You got one!
Looks like you might be hurtin'. Might wanna be watchin' where you're steppin'.
[Laughs]
See victim escape
Maybe I can still catch 'em. Yeah, down by the tracks.
Damn... They're free... For now.
This isn't gonna be good.
Damn it, Johnny! [Scoffs] ... The old man's gonna be riled up now.
Use ability blocked
Ain't no tracks here...
Nah... got nothin'.
Better wait a minute.
Not quite yet ... [Inhales] Almost ready.
Use ability
Time to play. Now... Where did you go?
I'll find ya. Don't you worry about that.
Go ahead and hide... It ain't gonna matter.
Where'd y'all run off to?
Use ability success
[Hums] ... There you are.
They always leave a trail. Always so careless. [Chuckles, inhales] ... This is too easy.
I'm on your tail now!
Execution
You're gonna look real nice... Next to that friend of yours!
That's it... Die for me!
This... Is only gonna hurt... For a minute!
You should've never came here lookin' for that girl!
You ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you!
[Last edited March 2024]
#It's about making things accessible okay? Everyone benefits from having things available to them in more than one format/medium.#johnny slaughter#tcm game#txchainsawgame#texas chainsaw massacre#tcm#johnny sawyer#transcript#subjectspeaks#greedy#queue#I also wrote out Sissy and Nancys but thats for another time
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kiss it better
sukuna x nurse!reader
contents: modern au, f!reader, sukuna is just a guy™️, he keeps getting in fights and coming to the clinic you work at so you can patch him up, some swearing, shoulder relocation (not graphic but it happens)
a/n: i do not know enough about walk-in clinics or joint relocations to be writing this but i hope y'all enjoy (also i have a follow up blurb ready if people want to read that)
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When you checked the patient walk-in list you tried not to grit your teeth upon seeing the name that was next in line.
You stepped out from behind the desk and into the reception area.
“Ryomen Sukuna?”
It was easy to spot the tattooed man, who smirked slightly when he stood.
“Please follow me.”
He followed as you led him back into the clinic and into a treatment room.
You closed the door and turned around with a frown, “Alright you asshole, what did you do this time?”
He fake gasped, “You need to work on your bedside manner, Miss Nurse. Aren’t you happy to see me sweetheart?”
“No I am not! Don’t you know I have patients to tend to?”
“Yeah, and I’m one of them,” He had a lazy grin as he leaned against the bed. You could see that he had a cut on his forehead with a bruise blooming underneath it. He was cradling his arm as if trying to hold it in place, and his lip was split. To top it off, there was blood on his knuckles too.
He’d obviously been in a fight, just like all the other late nights he’d come into the clinic.
You sighed heavily, “Other than what I can see, what’s wrong?”
“I dislocated my shoulder,” he nodded his head at the arm he was cradling, “but don’t worry, the other guy looks worse.”
You shook your head, “Sit, and I hope that fight was worth it because this is going to hurt.”
He sat and you moved over to his injured side. Even sitting on the table he was taller than you and his broad shoulders made you feel smaller than you were. You took his arm as gently as you could, ignoring his comment about you treating him so well, and manoeuvred it into position. With one push, you popped it up and back into the socket.
“Fuck!” Sukuna barked out a curse at the pain, and you gave him a pointed look.
He inhaled through his teeth as you wrapped up his arm in a sling.
After gently securing the sling with a knot at his wrist, you looked up to find him watching you, still grimacing a bit but clearly trying to play it off, “Damn sweetheart, what else can you do with those hands?”
You chose to roll your eyes and not comment. You did feel bad for him for having to go through the pain of relocating a joint, so you let it slide. Instead, you gathered some more minor supplies to tend to the rest of his injuries.
The blood on his knuckles wasn’t his, so it was the easiest to fix with a gentle rub of a disinfecting wipe. The cuts were also relatively simple to deal with, and didn’t even require stitches. You cleaned everything and grabbed a small ice pack for the bruise that was now fully settled on his forehead.
When you were done you took a small step back to survey him, “Does it hurt anywhere else?”
“Yeah right here,” he pointed to his face, “maybe you should kiss it better.”
“Why would I do that?” You scoffed and turned to dispose of the trash from your used supplies.
“A kiss always makes it feel better.”
He was grinning at you when you looked back at him, though it was a much less smug expression than he usually had. You wondered if the late hour or the pain was making him a little softer.
“That’s not a service we provide at this clinic,” you said, voice soft and trying to hold back a blush as you opened the door to the treatment room, “You’re all set to go Sukuna.”
“You mean you don’t want me to stay?”
“Sukuna.”
“Fine, fine, you’re a busy lady, with people to help. I get it,” he stood and walked toward the door, but paused in the doorway.
You felt the fingers of his good hand tilt your chin up so you were looking at him, and he leaned down to get close to your face. You felt your breathing stop.
“Thanks for taking such good care of me sweetheart,” Sukuna murmured, low and soft and right next to your lips. Then he was heading back toward the reception area.
You watched him until he turned the corner and was out of sight, and then you stepped back in the treatment room. You closed the door, even if you only had to quickly sanitize the place he had been sitting before the next patient came in, but you needed a moment to compose yourself.
It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Sure you usually had to get close to him when you treated him, but this had felt different. He’d been a bit sweeter than usual tonight, some of his normal swagger put aside.
You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, but normally it was easier to brush aside your thoughts and focus on your work. Now, you weren’t so sure.
What you did know was that you were, against your better judgement, looking forward to seeing him the next time he came into the clinic.
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The Shadowsinger and the Inkbird — Chapter 19 sneak peek
Azriel jolted out of bed, nails scratching along the hardwood floors until he was pressed into a dusty corner of his room, chest heaving. He tore at his hands, leaving angry, red marks.
Get it off. Get it off. Get it off.
He swiped at invisible blood stains.
He was buried beneath an ocean with a boulder strapped to his chest, pinning him to the sandy floor. He couldn’t breathe, even though he knew all he had to do was open his mouth and inhale. The pressure was too much. He could only stare forward at the shapes twisting along the wall like monsters in the night.
The strange noise woke you up. Something large moved in the darkness.
“Azriel?” You called out, groggy and disoriented. Your head pounded. Your chest felt unnaturally tight. The sheets were tangled and torn away. “Az?”
Author's note: Who's ready for a fucking NIGHTMARE SCENE??!! This one's for all the tumblr peeps who love a hefty serving of heartache.
Y'all know the drill. Chapter 19 will be out tomorrow!
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✧ INHALE, EXHALE ✧
a/n: it's hard to believe that in ten days kinktober and october will be over. that's actually insane. the month has gone by so fucking fast. also i'm really shocked i've made it this far. i fully expected to give up on day ten, but here we are. entering the home stretch. writing this has made me realize i need to write more for anakin. so i hope y'all enjoy my first official anakin fic.
day twenty-one - breathplay + fingering | kinktober 2023
summary: "the act of inhaling a breath was intimate. a way for your body to grasp onto the strands of life that connected you to the planet you resided on. to keep you going until you took your final one"
word count: 1.1k+
pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, breathplay, fingering, inappropriate use of the force, choking, anakin having a dark side, dirty talk.
The act of inhaling a breath was intimate. A way for your body to grasp onto the strands of life that connected you to the planet you resided on. To keep you going until you took your final one. The one that ended it all. The sensation of your chest rising and falling, your lungs filling with something so beautiful—so peaceful—often made you realize how incredible everything was.
No matter how much you wanted to search for beauty, it stood right before you. Offering itself to you on a silver platter; giving you no choice but to take and take until there was nothing left to give.
The act of taking away breath…was sinful.
Each breath you inhaled, now ripped from your grasp, stolen from your lungs with the promise of nothing. There would be no reprieve. No offer of more. Because your breath was gone and yet…you were more than willing to keep it that way. The act triggered something in your brain, right down to the darkness that resided in the very depths you avoided. It dragged the thoughts to the forefront—or perhaps he did—and presented themselves as if they were prey ready for the kill.
“So you do like this.” He said the words with a smirk, his body lax on the chair that stood next to your bed—legs spread wide and eyes dark with hunger. “I knew you’d be filthy.”
Dropping his hand, you gasped for air, the high of the oxygen hitting your lungs and nearly turning your brain fuzzy. Causing you to drop down onto the bed devoid of energy yet burning right down to your core. You couldn’t tell how long he’d been at it. How many times he’d cut off your air supply only to give it back with the wave of his hand. A true master of knowing how to make you squirm.
Your fingers gripped the sheets, legs stretching out as you sucked in air quickly. Knowing that the small break would only be permitted for so long. His hand on your thigh changed that thought. It had your eyes flying open, mouth parting in an already formed plea as he slid his fingers up higher. Tracing the skin with symbols. The language of the Jedi of Old. Long before you or him were ever born. You could recognize their shapes anywhere, having trained by his side, and you tried to make out what he was spelling.
What words he was lightly ingraining into your body like a mark that wouldn’t vanish.
“Anakin,” you breathed, body responding to his touch instantaneously.
“You can take it again.” He trailed his hand up higher, fingers brushing the curls above your mound—feeling the way your body jolted, hips trying to reach his touch. “You can take anything I give you.”
Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slid a bit further and sunk two fingers into your slick. Parting you lewdly for his eyes to see. You were wet and warm. Practically weeping into his hand. But then something pushed forward, sliding along your body and tweaking your nipples roughly, dragging a punched out cry from your lips.
He smiled, flicking his wrist to touch you in a way only he enjoyed. The Force was not meant to be used so obscenely. But Anakin had always been one to bend the rules. Especially when it came to you.
“Look at you,” he marveled, circling your clit gently. “My beautiful mess.”
You gasped when his finger curled into you. “Anakin—”
“Take it,” he growled, the touch now returning to your neck. The skin was tender, but you leaned into it. Arched your back to give him better access. “Be good and let me hear you honey.”
“M-Maker.”
“Fucking beautiful.” He pressed another finger into you, eyes drinking in the way your mouth fell open, a whine of name echoing in the room. “You’re all mine aren’t you?”
“Oh fuck.”
Thrusting up into you, he focused on the rise and fall of your bare chest, throat extended and waiting for him to continue. A vision of perfection right before his eyes. Without another thought he dragged the Force back to where you wanted it; where he could watch your body give into the pleasure. It wrapped around your throat, pressing down gently at first until your eyes opened, meeting his.
You saw the depravity in them, the need that bled into the air around you. Demanding everything of you—all that you were willing to give.
“I asked you a question,” he said, curling his fingers and striking that spot that had a breathless sob hitting his ears.
“Yes!” you cried, thighs trembling.
He pressed down harder, your breath effectively being cut off—head hitting the pillow with a whine.
“Right answer.” He smiled, thumb sliding messily over your clit and dragging you even higher. “You’re my good fucking girl aren’t you baby?”
Nodding, you clutched at his arm, nails dragging against the clunky armor he wore. Not two hours ago was he out on the battlefield right by your side. Helping you lead an artillery against the Separatists. Yet now he had you holed up in his cabin, dragging release after release out of your body. Rendering you useless in tomorrow’s training.
“Do you want to cum?” He rubbed directly over the spongy spot on your walls, catching the way your eyes rolled back. “Yeah you do.”
The pleasure was too much. Your lungs screamed for air, but the bliss that spread from between your thighs only caused you to spiral higher. For a brief moment, he let up, allowing you to suck in a breath or two. Yet he never relented with his fingers. Three of them now buried deep in you, plunging in and out at a speed that had cries falling from your lips.
“I can feel it.” Your hips grinded down on the palm of his hand, the pleasure building with each movement. Yet you needed something to push you over the edge. The Force pressed around your throat, cutting off your air as he leaned in closer, lips brushed yours. “Cum for me. Give it to me.”
The tight coil in your body snapped. Flooding you with a white hot flame that rocketed up your spine. Digging your nails into his wrist, you could see him smiling proudly through your blurry gaze. Tears streaming down into your hair. Your lips curled up as he took his hand away, letting you breathe once more. Giving you a chance to come back down from the high you’d been suspended in.
“Beautiful.” He cupped your cheek, kissing you softly—a stark contrast to the way he just had you. Yet that’s what you adored about him, what made you pull him closer as your lips properly sealed over his.
Until he found his way into the bed with you, hands wrapping around your body. Breathing his very own life into your lungs.
#anakin skywalker x f!reader#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker x you#anakin skywalker x y/n#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker#star wars smut#my writing#kinktober 2023
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Graves and his shy wife who gets flustered even after tying the knot (getting married) by how bold he is with his affection. I'm talking her blushing and squirming if he sneaks up behind her and gives her a groping hug while she makes dinner~! Of course the fact she acts so shy and bashful makes him act even more lewd- he decides while dinner is in the oven to take her on the kitchen table 😭🙏💕
OMG this is so PERFECT??¿?? Exactly the kind of ask I've been praying for!! 😭🤲🏼💗
Includes: graves lovingly teasing his wife, pet names ('pretty', 'angel'), kisses (w tongue), mentions of height difference, implied s~mut in the kitchen (minors, DNI!)
COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌
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Grave knows his acts of love can get a little intense; reciprocating your shy kisses with feverish ones, or buying you lavish gifts over the smallest things.
But ah, his sweet angel. How can he not? How can he resist spoiling you with everything he has to offer, even if you're doing nothing but sit there pretty, like you always do? And then seeing you react the way you do?
An absolute treat.
Hugging his beloved from behind is only one of the many ways he loves when it comes to seeing you react in that cute, bashful manner of yours.
How you would need a second to compose yourself to answer him exactly what you were cooking. Lightly running your nails over the back of his hand as a way to distract yourself from naughty thoughts while you talk.
He loves to nuzzle your neck, listening to you laugh as he pepper you with kisses and tickling you with his stubble. His hands are no better, running over your skin from your sides to your front.
And once he finally grants you mercy, he just holds you, inhaling your scent and enjoying the moment. But it's also hard not to feel some type of way, with easily hovering over you with his taller frame.
You turn your head to the side to look at him, only to avert your gaze when you realize he's already ahead of you, looking at you with much love, and something just a tad darker in his eyes.
"Look 't me," You do, slowly, finally maintaining eye contact and trying your hardest to fight back the urge to look away from his lustful gaze.
A look you knew all too well.
He turns you around, his eyes darting from top to bottom as his hands grope wherever they could reach without a word. The silence only heightens the anticipation.
He has his face in the crook of your neck, smooching and licking across your senstive spot, all before forcing you to lean back.
Ever so slowly, smirking to himself when he hears you let out a breathless sigh.
He scoots you up, just enough so your ass wasn't totally hanging off the table, before wrapping one of your legs around his waist. You're already squirming at the feeling of his prominent bulge against you.
He can only imagine what it looks like from another angle; like a pinup poster or something straight out of a porn magazine—something he'd surely display in the bedroom or even his home office if it means being able to look at your beautiful face in its initial form of pleasure all the time.
"Dinner won't be ready until another twenty minutes, right?" He hums, hearing you gasp when his hand slides under your shirt, "S'all the time I need."
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Cold War - JHS (PWP)
Pairing: Idol!Hoseok X Fem!reader
Theme: SMUT, PWP, NSFW (MDNI), some angst, established relationship au.
Summary: In which Hoseok fucks you for all the time he has lost due to his own mistakes.
Word count: 2196 (pure smut lol)
Warnings: explicit sex, rough sex, domish Hoseok, orgasm denial, cream pie, Hoseok ties her hands down y'all.
A/N: based on a request from the prompt list. The prompts are written in italics.
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There's a cold war that has been going on between you and Hoseok.
It was last week when he nonchalantly forgot that he promised you a piece of quality time and went out to meet his celebrity friends. When you tried to talk to him, he snapped. He shouted at you saying that you give him absolutely no space and privacy, that he has been feeling trapped with you in this house. It stung you hard when he said those words.
It was the first time in your two years of relationship when you saw Hoseok this much furious. And a person as lively as him, wouldn't say anything out of anger only. It made you wonder for how long he must have been feeling "trapped" to finally call you out like this.
It did hurt you like no other. You love him so much that you are ready to leave him for his good. And if he's really not happy with you then it's better for you to stay away.
So, you decided to give him all the space he deserves and wants. As a result, you barely show him your face, you've shifted to the guest bedroom leaving the shared bedroom all to him, you eat before he comes home, and leave for work early before he manages to wake up from sleep. He made no advances to talk to you even if you two live in the same house, so you concluded that he is fine and he finds it better and much less burdening without your presence in his life.
Nevertheless, you miss him and you want him to miss you too, to finally come to you. And if it doesn't go as you want then you will take the cue and leave him, even if it kills you inside and sucks the soul out of your body. It's better to get hurt than being an unwanted presence in someone's life.
However, what you don't know is that Hoseok is going crazy. Waking up to an empty bed without you beside him, coming back to home without you jumping on his arms, eating dinner alone, not being able to hold you close, inhaling your natural pheromones, venting out to you about his day, having a heart-to-heart conversation, melting his tiredness in your embrace, kissing you, groping you and fucking you till night cracks into dawn, everything has been taking a toll on him. He hasn't even seen your face properly since the night of the fight. He knows you are angry but at the same time it's the first time you have stayed angry with him for so long. And he simply doesn't know what to do about it.
But he knows what is the first step to take, which is apologizing to you for his behaviour. He promises he will melt your heart tonight. He will make sure at least you start to converse with him even if you stay cold towards him.
When Hoseok reaches home, he finds you in the kitchen. You have your earphones on. So, you don't notice him coming towards you.
You have been eating out since the fight in order to avoid your boyfriend. But your stomach started acting up against you. So you decided to cook at home instead. You are pouring chopped veggies into the boiling stew when you feel a hand on your right shoulder. You are not surprised, neither are you jumpy enough to hurt yourself. You know it's your boyfriend, his touch is tattooed in the back of your brain. You turn your face to meet his eyes. Giving him a small smile, you return to what you were doing.
"Hey," says Hoseok. But you don't hear him due to the high volume of your earphones.
Hoseok plucks an earphone out of your right ear and you turn your face to look at him again.
"You wanna say something?" You ask him flatly. Your tone is so flat, so devoid of emotions that it breaks Hoseok's heart. The lack of usual 'hey baby' or 'hey hobi' drops his heart to his stomach. But he knows it's his fault. So, he gives you his biggest possible smile as he backhugs you, burying his face on the crook of your neck.
He catches you off guard with his behaviour. It's not what you expected even though deep down this is exactly what you wanted all along. Your heart flutters at his cuteness but you are determined to make him play hard this time around.
"Baby, I'm so sorry for the way I behaved that night. I- I really didn't mean to say that stuff. I was just- frustrated." Hoseok mutters in your neck.
"It's okay. You don't have to apologize, rather thanks for being honest and showing me my place in your life." You reply immediately. You have practiced what to say in a time like this.
Hoseok detaches his face from your neck within an instant and turns you around all while making sure both of you are away from the stove.
"No, Y/N. I know I am the wrong one here but - trust me. You really are important. I can't imagine my life without you in it, baby. Only I know how I have been living these days, since you totally stopped talking to me." His eyes are glassy, you notice but stay reluctant.
"It's what you wanted, Hoseok. You wanted space, I am giving you so. There's absolutely no reason for you to suffer. You should be happy instead. And also, if you want me out of your life, tell me now and you'll see me gone before you wake up in the morning." You reply as calmly as possible.
"Y/N! How many times did I tell you not to talk about breaking up?" He shouts at you, yet again. But this time for a completely different reason. You see vulnerability in his eyes, the fear of losing you is there as well.
You know talking about break ups triggers Hoseok, and you are evil enough to use that now but there's no better way to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"But I feel like you want it. It feels like you want me gone." You reply, voice cracking a bit. No matter how much you tried to keep this hard exterior, the thought of losing Hoseok breaks you into half.
"No! Fucking no! Y/N"
"Show me that you mean it, Hoseok."
And within a heartbeat, you feel his lips crashing into yours. The kiss is urgent, passionate but harsh at the same time. Hoseok grabs the back of your head to push you towards himself even more. You don't kiss him back until grabs your ass and smacks it harsh enough to make you yelp.
You then kiss him back as your hands reach to play with his dark and silky hair. Hoseok leaves your neck and places both of his hands right behind your ass and pulls you up on him. You wrap your legs around his torso as he carries you towards your shared bedroom.
He drops you not-so-gently on the bed and starts looking for sometime in the drawer. Upon finding a piece of silk, what you recognise as your scarf, he marches towards you. His hands work fast as he strips you off and leaves you bare for his eyes. You don't utter a single word, you stay there as if none of it is mattering to you.
He then takes the scarf, pins both of your hands above your head and ties those with the scarf. That's when you open your mouth.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Trying to ruin you for every other guy. So that you can't even think of ending things with me." Hoseok says as he finishes tying you up. He then strips himself off. His cock stands half erected, you eye him shamelessly.
"I’m not letting you go until you’ve either drenched the sheets, or passed out.” Hoseok says briefly before he almost pounds on you and attacks your lips vigorously.
His hands run down through your sides and find your cunt. One of his hands grabs one of your tits as the other one runs up and down your slit. You start leaking right away.
His mouth leaves your lips as he places small kisses on your jawbone, your chin and then he bites down on your neck. You moan out loud.
His teeth worry the skin of your neck all while his fingers draw small circles on your clit. You suck in a deep breath, you know it's gonna be a long time tonight.
Hoseok's kisses trail down to your collarbone as two of his digits probs on your entrance. You hate to admit it but you are already getting weak. His mouth takes one of your nipples in as he bites down on it. You muffle a moan.
"Let me hear you, baby. Let me know how good I am making you feel." Hoseok says. His words slurs as his tongue plays with one of your hardened buds.
Without a warning he puts two of his digits inside your cunt. He doesn't waste time as he puts his fingers knuckle deep.
His muscle memory takes his fingers to that one place that gets you all weak. He presses down on your g-spot and you arch your back as a response. Your moans know no bound at this moment. You feel yourself getting close but you don't say anything, you don't wanna give him the privilege of denying your orgasm.
But Hoseok being Hoseok, knows your body too well, as a result he removes his fingers right when your walls starts to clench the fuck out of his fingers.
"You are cumming only once today and we are going to cum together." He grits through his teeth as he pumps his rock-hard cock. Ready to bottom you out.
He teases your slit by rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit. You hiss. This man really has the audacity of teasing you after denying your orgasm once already.
"Don't tease, Hoseok!" You warn him.
He smiles, as if it's no big deal but he complies with your warning.
He uses both of his hands to spread you open. Placing both of his hands on both of your thighs, he takes a look at your leaking core.
"You have deprived me of this pretty pussy for an entire week. All the week-worth fucking will be done today." Hoseok grunts as he takes his cock and puts that in, in one go.
"Ah! Hoseok!" You moan out loud. Your moans seem to encourage him to go fast from the very start so he starts rutting into you like an animal. You weren't ready for the pace. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out other than some gibberish. The bed starts to squeak violently, so much so that you think it might break.
His pace was too much already and now he started stimulating your clit with rough eight figures drawn by his thumb. You start to see stars. You are gonna cum within seconds if he keeps doing what he is doing.
"H- Hoseok, plea- please.. I can't take it! Go sl-slow" you manage to say somehow although you are drooling, crying and making a mess of yourself. Your tied hands takes your pain mixed pleasure to a different level as you can't even grab the sheets or scratch Hoseok to divert your mind.
Hoseok doesn't budge. Either he doesn't hear to you or he doesn't pay you any mind willingly. So you open your mouth again.
“I-I can’t take anymore, please.”
“You can take it, and you’ll do it graciously, one more complaint and I’ll edge you all month.” Your boyfriend growls. You open your mouth to say something but Hoseok shuts you up by placing his fingers on your tongue.
"Suck" he orders, you obey.
However, you feel yourself getting close once again and Hoseok too probably feels it. His thrusts lose rhythm and become rigid. You, too, start to clench around his shaft.
"Cum, baby. Cum on my cock." Hoseok breathes out. You cum immediately as he follows closely behind. He fills you up with his white, hot seed as you almost lose your consciousness.
His body falls on top of yours. You feel his cum all over your mound, thigh, and slit as his softening dick rubs against your body.
His chest presses onto yours as you both try to catch your breath. He unties your hand, throws the scraf away. He cups your cheek with one hand and stare into your eyes intently.
"I know having sex is not the right way to prove myself but… I promise, Y/N, I'll make it up for you. Just- just don't leave me. Please." Hoseok mutters right beside your ear. You know he is vulnerable right now and he isn't lying, not in a time like this. This intimacy isn't something you could lie beneath.
You smile at him and reply, "I won't."
His smile finally reaches to his ears for the first time in a week as he kisses your forehead as if to seal the deal.
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