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ficsofabotchedmind · 2 months

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Family that slays together, stays together

Summary? Nope.

Warnings? Hell yeah!: Blood, murder, disposal, knives, sibling bonding over murder, just a lot.

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Every single person always overlooked Martin and Jessica Whitly’s youngest except Ainsley, their sister.

You see while Ainsley had Malcolm, Y/n had Ainsley and while it had faltered as they got older, Ainsley and Y/n still protected one another no matter what, even helping cover up a murder.

It was late when Y/n’s cellphone rung, looking at the phone it was Malcolm, “Ugh, what does he want? Hello?”

Malcolm was out of breath, and he had a wild tinge to his tone, “Y/n, I need your help, it’s Ainsley.”

Y/n’s breath caught in their throat at the thought of something happening to their big sister and as they shot up and flew around the house, they asked, “What happened?”

Malcolm stopped for a second and then responded, “Not over the phone, just get here now.”

With that, the siblings hung up and Y/n flew out of their house and over to their mothers.

Letting themselves in, Y/n did a survey of everything as they walked through the house.

Things didn’t look different, but they felt different something was off and as they walked into the dining/living area, it became clear.

Nicholas Endicott lay on the floor with blood surrounding him and as Y/n got closer, they saw the deep slit on his throat and multiple stab wounds to his torso.

While anyone else would balk at the sight of a dead body, especially one with so much blood and violence involved, Y/n did not.

When you are a Whitly you’re not like others, and your father’s genetics made sure of that.

Y/n took in every detail, and after what seemed like hours taking in every stab wound and the slit across his neck, Malcolm spoke, “We don’t have time, we need to get Endicott's body out of here before morning, hurry!”

Y/n would ask what happened later but right now, the Surgeons children did what they do best, murder and disposal.

Y/n went around gathering everything that was caught in the aftermath and set it aside so it could be taken care of later and once that was done, they focused on what their brother was doing, “Malcolm, let me get the next part while you finish the clean-up.”

Malcolm was about to protest before Y/n made an obvious show of missing certain items, of course it was only a show though, Y/n was more of Martin than Malcolm or Ainsley ever would be and then you add Jessica’s issues on top and you have the perfect killing machine.

Malcolm moved aside and gave Y/n the saw, and as the saw sunk into the flesh and worked its way through the bone all Y/n could do was smile.

Just like their big sister, Y/n preferred a knife. It was more satisfying, anger dissipating as the knife would sink in repeatedly, blood casting into your face, spreading onto your hands, dripping.

Malcolm observed Y/n, he saw the smile spread wide, the calm in their eyes, the precise cuts Y/n made along Endicott's body to dispose of him, he saw someone he would have to watch and make sure no one found out. Malcolm wasn’t stupid, he had a feeling this may not be Y/n’s first time, they’re a Whitly.

Hurrying up and getting the body dissected, put into bags, and the bags into suitcases, Malcolm handed the rest of the clean-up off to Y/n, “I’m not stupid, finish the clean up, get yourself clean and then dispose of everything, we meet back here. Oh, if Ainsley asks, I did it. Go it?”

Y/n cocked their brown along with their head, “Yeah, got it. And Malcolm, what did Ainsley do?”

Taking a breath, Malcolm spoke, “I’ll explain when this is done, we just need to hurry up.”

Y/n took the supplies once again and set to work, after a bit longer of scrubbing and missing a spot on a book for the hell of it because let’s be honest, it will be easier for all of them for their mother to learn that way.

After getting everything cleaned up, Y/n went to go shower but decided to check in Ainsley first.

Looking inside the room, Y/n could clearly see their big sister still sleeping and Y/n carefully made their way back out, into the hall and continued to their bathroom.

Once in, they took a black trash bag, stripped, and shoved the clothes in the bag to burn with everything else.

Setting the water to the hottest temperature, Y/n got in and took their time.

Standing there with their head down, watching with a smile as the blood mixed with the water and swirled down the drain.

After 15 minutes of standing there, Y/n heard the door open and rushed through the rest of the shower.

Once done and dressed Y/n took everything and with Malcolm’s help, disposed of the other half of the evidence.

Going back to their childhood home they finally were able to sit, and Y/n could finally get some answers, “Malcolm, what happened with Endicott?”

Malcolm sighed and looked to Y/n debating on telling the truth or not, but he decided it would be best to tell them the truth, “I’ll tell you the condensed version. Endicott came over and Ainsley…I…Y/n, Ainsley blacked out and killed him.”

Y/n suppressed the urge to roll their eyes at him, and asked, “Does she recall anything?”

Malcolm grew quiet and thought back and the answered, “Not that I could tell, she asked what happened, I told her it was me, and then I sent her to clean up.”

Y/n already knowing that Ainsley had a bit more of Martin in her than Malcolm did but less than them asked, “Is it possible she does but she’s lying about it?”

Malcolm sighed and was about to answer when the two heard Ainsley get up and quickly rushed out, “Let’s hope not.”

Making her way in the dining/living area, Ainsley did a once over of the area and asked in a slight whisper, “Is it all done?”

Y/n took the initiative and stepped forward, “It’s all done and over, we don’t have to worry about Nicholas Endicott any longer.”

Ainsley produced a small smile and collapsed in Y/n’s arms, “Thank God!”

Staying there for a minute but then retreating, Ainsley looked Y/n in the eye and in that moment, they knew that Ainsley wasn’t lying.

Malcolm motioned that he was going in the kitchen for food so they could all eat and after the night that was just had, they certainly needed it.

Sitting on the couch, Ainsley patted the seat beside her motioning for the youngest out of the 3 to sit and once they did, she dropped her head on their shoulder, “Thank you for helping Malcolm, I know you two don’t necessarily get along but you did tonight to protect the family, so thank you.”

Y/n took a breath and laid their head on top of Ainsley’s, “Of course. We need to stick together, or we will all fall. We are now all complicit in this, Ainsley and we must stick together.”

After staying quiet for a few minutes, Ainsley spoke as Malcolm walked in the room, “I know, and we will.”

Taking the food from Malcolm, they all ate in silence but after an hour, Y/n spoke calmly before taking a bite from their sandwich, “Just to be clear with both of you, if anyone gets too close to the truth and threatens this family in anyway, I am going to kill them with no hesitation.”

Both Ainsley and Malcolm observed Y/n, they knew in that moment that their sibling was speaking the truth, they knew no matter who it was, Y/n would kill them to protect the family secrets.

All three looked at each other and made a silent pact that if anyone gets close, they had to go.

Most would think that this calm would seem eerie, but they are Whitly’s after all and murder is what they do best.

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Bonus: After the reveal and learning that Ainsley knew

“Sooooo, how many have you killed?” Ainsley asked with a side eye

Malcolm gaped and Y/n laughed, “Enough.”

Malcolm’s eyes got wider, “When??”

Y/n casually asked, “Before or after Ainsley killed Endicott?”

Malcolm had had it, they were going to drive him further up the wall than he already was, “Enough, I need sleep. You two clean, I’m going to my room.”

The two youngest snickered, the murder had helped them grow closer once again but before Malcolm could leave the room, Y/n asked, “Does it help to know they were all bad?”

Malcolm sighed and thought with a shake of his head as he left behind the giggling pair, “So that’s who’s been killing those people who have been released, not surprised.”

Both Jessica and Malcolm could hear them cackling and Y/n shout, “The family that slays together, stays together.”

Jessica groaned and downed her wine but smiled slightly at the fact they had at least bonded over something and went back to her writing; Malcolm shook his head with a soft smile and made his way up to his room.

#prodigal son #ainsley whitly #malcom whitly #malcom bright #malcom bright and Ainsley Whitly and reader #Y/n Whitly #tw blood #tw murder #tw gore #ainsley whitly x reader #malcom bright x reader #jessica whitly #martin whitly #family that slays together stays together #siblings #sibling bonding

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br0-k3n-sch00lb01 · 1 month

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THIS MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE FOR SOME READERS.

PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

THIS DEMONSTRATES THE EVENTS LEADING UP TO THE DEAD ENDING.

IT SHOWS BASIL AND SAGE’S RELATIONSHIP HOW IT REALLY IS..

NO MODIFICATIONS DONE BY BR0K3N.

PLEASE BE CAREFUL READING FROM THIS SCENE FORWARD.

[TICK-TOCK]

Basil sat in the interrogation room. Bright white light was shining into his eyes.

“So, Mr Fey.”

“Yes?”

“You know about the suicide of Sunny Suzuki, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You claim to not have been involved in it?”

[TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK]

“I was not involved in the suicide of Sunny Suzuki.”

“Very well then. You may go.”

[CLICK]

[PUSH]

He walked out as the heavy door closed behind him.

Of course he had been involved in the suicide of Sunny Suzuki.

It wasn’t a suicide.

“Those officers sure are gullible, eh?”

His footsteps hit wetly against the sidewalk in the rain. He hummed a bit. A small tune. Melancholy.

[SPLISH-SPLASH]

[WHRRRRRRR-SPLASH]

Basil let out a displeased cry. A car roared past, splashing water all over him, drenching him more than he already was.

“Why doesn’t the government outlaw driving in the rain? That was just outright disrespectful!!”

Another set of footsteps behind him. Pink hair was soaked, plastering the girl’s body like wet glue.

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

He paused.

“Hello, Aubrey.”

The girl nodded at him.

“Honestly, Basil, get a grip on yourself. So what? You got a little wet. No big deal.”

A fire of rage sparked up inside of Basil. Flared. He turned. Sage was whispering little nothings in his ear, meaningless for the time being.

“NO BIG DEAL?!”

Aubrey rolled her eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Basil. CALM DOWN. What’s gotten into you?!”

He scoffed.

“I could ask you the same! There’s nothing going on with me!”

“How annoying. Wouldn’t it be so satisfying to see blood leaking from her mouth? To feel your knife in her chest? WOULDN’T IT BE SO-”

Basil merely kicked Aubrey in the shins.

“You’re being disobedient again. What a pain.”

No reaction. He kept walking towards his house. As he stepped inside, warm, red, sticky liquid seeped into his shoes.

“Your house is filthy. Clean it up. All this blood is ruining the place and will get you arrested.”

Basil tossed his jacket on the couch.

“That’s what you want to happen, is it not? Stop acting like you care; you’ve already made me do enough things I didn’t want to do.”

“Your complaints mean nothing to me. If you continue with such arrogance, I’ll make you do much worse.”

[DRIP DRIP DRIP DRIP.]

That sickening sound was something he had gotten used to. He went into his basement to assess the leak.

“Ah, Sunny, your door is open again…”

He swiftly closed the door. Better not to think about what was in there.

“Why do you take such measures to keep his corpse preserved? He is dead, is he not?”

‘Because you want me to use it for other means, do not act as if this wasn’t your own request, Sage.’ Basil thought.

“We’ll meet again”

“Don’t know where, don’t know when”

“But we’ll meet again”

“Some SUNNY day”

“Turn that infernal noise off.”

Basil turned the volume of the music higher.

“I’ll kill you for that.”

“Oh no, how sad.”

His voice oozed with sarcasm. He could feel Sage roll his eyes.

“I can hear the news now. ‘Notorious killer Basil Fey commits suicide.’ How depressing.”

“Shut it.”

“As you say.”

Basil messed around with the latches on the heavy door to the cryosleep chamber. The sun was setting, changing the rain to a deep blood-red color.

“Oyasumi, Sunny Suzuki. Oyasumi, Kelsey Garcia. And oyasumi to you soon as well, Aubergine Smith.”

[CLICK.]

[WHIRR-SPLASH]

Basil screamed rage through his gritted teeth as he was soaked for the second time in two days.

“THIS IS GETTING OLD!”

He seethed, boiling with rife fury as he stormed down the sidewalk. It seemed as though it had been raining in Faraway forever. The sun hadn’t been out in ages, and there had been multiple flash floods in the past few months. It hadn’t necessarily bothered Basil. EXCEPT for when these dumb cars zoomed past him and splashed the dirty rainwater all over him. IT WAS GETTING VERY ANNOYING. Sage knew this and teased Basil about it endlessly.

On this miserable day, Basil was in a particularly sour mood and he figured that if one more person were to bother him, he’d probably explode.

“Hey, you. Fey.”

Basil hissed and turned on his heels. Aubrey stood there looking bedraggled and mildly insane. She may have been drunk.

“What the hell is going on with everyone? WHY ARE THE OTHERS ALL DEAD?!”

He punched her straight across the face. Her face paled and she blacked out. Basil lugged her over his shoulder, sprinting home through the heavy shadows so as not to be seen. He opened his door and the foggy, heavy warmth was dizzying as it hit him in the face like a brick wall. Maybe Sage was right about Basil needing to clean up the blood around here. He walked down to the basement, tossing Aubrey onto the stone floor. She yelled in pain. He kicked her, roughly, and stepped on her, placing all his weight on her chest. She SCREAMED.

What a lovely sound.

[KKK-SHINK]

He roughly stabbed a knife in her chest.

[KKK-SHINK KKK-SHINK KKK-SHINK KKK-SHINK]

Over and over.

“Oyasumi, Aubergine Smith. Sleep well.”

[...]

I don't remember it ever being this bad.

HE won’t shut up.

It’s getting worse, I think.

…

Should I tell someone?

…

There’s nobody left to tell.

They’re all DEAD.

Because of me.

“Is this really what you think?”

…

“You know you’re doing the right thing, don’t you?”

…

I don’t think it’s the right thing to do anymore.

[...]

[CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLI-]

“Stop that.”

“Fine.”

[..........]

[CLIC-]

“I SAID STOP THAT!”

…

[SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH]

“Fix that.”

[SCREEEEECH]

“FIX IT.”

[STEP STEP. STAB.]

[SCREEEE-....]

[CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CL-]

[CRASH]

“If you won’t stop doing that I’ll stop you myself.”

“Chill.”

“No.”

[CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLI-]

#omori #omori basil #omori fanfic #omori au #tw blood

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otherworldseekers · 9 months

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It Had to Be You: Omega questline Day 1 scene 2

So I guess I am officially beginning to work on an StB timeline fic and adding it to my WIPs. No, my ARR fic is nowhere near done. But the writer writes what the brain decides to write, you know?

Follows directly after this scene. Post Deltascape V1.0.

Comments/feedback always appreciated.

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The Warrior of Light did not get herself killed. But when she stumbled back through the portal to their base in the Rift there was a gash on her leg and blood dripping down the side of her face. Nero was quick to respond. Within moments he had scooped her up into his arms, deaf to her protests.

“Nero! I’m fine! I don’t need-”

“Allow me to exercise my own judgment, hero,” said Nero as he carefully set her down on a handy crate and reached for their first aid kit. “I’ve seen you look better after a fight.”

Severia opened her mouth to argue and then closed it again in a pout. He was right. And the enemy hadn’t even been difficult, she was just… not focused. Which was all his fault.

Right, because he made you have that dream, her treacherous thoughts reminded her. Severia gritted her teeth as Nero removed her hat and wiped the blood from her temple. She was supposed to be more in control of herself than this. She was known for it. But when Nero tol Scaeva so much as looked at her she felt all twisted up inside.

“Please hold still,” Nero instructed her. “I am attempting to ascertain the gravity of your wounds.”

“I told you-”

“With all due respect, Warrior of Light, you are not known for prioritizing your own well being.” Satisfied that he had cleaned the cut on her brow, Nero cut a small strip of sticking plaster and applied it over the wound. Turning his attention to the gash on her leg, he began unbuckling her greaves so he could get a better look.

“What are you-”

“Clearly I’m undressing you for my own pleasure,” Nero said with dripping sarcasm. He ignored her sputtering embarrassment. While head wounds tended to bleed excessively and look terrible, the cut on her brow had been superficial. The laceration on her leg was deeper and more concerning. Grit had gotten inside and would need to be cleaned out. Nero set the kettle to boil.

“Why are you doing this?” Severia asked.

“Don’t be foolish,” said Nero. “We’ve no chirurgeon or healer here yet. Someone must.”

“Oh, of course. I just didn’t realize you knew how to do this sort of thing…”

“Basic first aid is some of the most useful knowledge a soldier can possess,” Nero explained patiently. He poured the boiling water into a bowl and gathered what cloths and bandages he had available. Immersing a clean cloth in the water he began to scrub out the wound as gently as he could. Severia flinched. “I’m afraid this part might be unpleasant.”

“It’s ok.” She held her leg still and watched Nero’s hands work. After the first shock of touch to the wound, his delicate ministrations were nearly painless.

“I’m not hurting you?” Nero asked. He looked up at her and this close she could see past the shades to the concern in his eyes.

“No,” she breathed. His mouth turned up in a brief smile before he turned back to his work and Severia felt her heartbeat quicken. Was it too much to hope that he was doing this not just because it was necessary, but because he cared?

Having cleaned the wound to his satisfaction, he wrapped her thigh in a thick bandage and tied it neatly in place. “There. That should do for now, but you’ll need to heal before going back in. That will give us time to get a chirurgeon from the Reach in camp.”

“Oh.” Severia couldn’t help her disappointment and Nero could hear it.

“What’s wrong, hero?” he asked with a smirk. “You’d rather have me be the one who tends to you?”

Well, yes, maybe she would like that but she wasn’t about it admit it. “You ought to know what’s wrong,” Severia told him. “How many times must I tell you that I hate it when you call me ‘hero’? Or adventurer, or Warrior of Light, or anything but my actual name.”

Nero’s eyebrows rose in surprise. He did some quick math in his head. “Four, apparently. It’s only…”

“Only what?”

He hesitated. How could he explain his feelings about her name? That her name was so precious he didn’t know if he had the right to say it? That he felt an irrational spike of jealousy whenever he heard someone use it? How dare they say her name so lightly? That he longed for a name to call her that was his alone? That he wanted to say her name, but was afraid of what it would reveal?

“It’s difficult.”

She blinked at him. Granted, it was a stupid thing to say. Completely unbelievable. She sighed. “Then I guess I’ll start calling you ‘engineer’.”

“But Garlond is also an engineer.”

“Then I’ll call you ‘engineer number two’.”

“Absolutely not. What about ‘genius’?”

“Can I say it sarcastically?”

“Are you insinuating that I’m not a genius?”

“Prove to me you’re a genius.”

“I’ve been trying, you know. Garlond keeps getting in the way.”

Severia laughed. Their repartee felt natural again. It felt good. She jumped to her feet and only wobbled a little, mostly because she was lopsided without one of her greaves. Nero’s hand shot out to support her elbow.

Cid, conspicuously absent until that moment, finally raised his head from the bank of monitors. “Good news! We got loads of data from that encounter. It should be able to tell us more about what’s going on here.”

“That’s nice, Cid, but I think at the moment what I want is a meal. What have we got to eat around here?”

“What?”

“The Warrior of Light is hungry, Garlond. Drag yourself away from those screens for a few bloody minutes.”

“Oh all right. After all, can’t work on an empty stomach.”

#Severia x Nero #WoL/Nero #Severia Zetsuen #Nero tol Scaeva #Omega questline #ffxiv fanfic #my writing #WIP #All My Tomorrows

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hexblooddruid · 5 months

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Fuck it, WIP Wednesday

Astarion gazes at her while she’s turned away from him, completely focused on tending to his scratches. After he returned from his hunt she immediately hounded him about his injuries (mere scratches, he protested), forcing him to sit so she could clean and dress them. How someone of her stature is able to to speak with such authority is beyond him but he found himself obeying, nonetheless, with only a small amount of complaining. She had spent the last of her magical energy bringing him back up from unconsciousness in the fight against the Gur hunter, so she was tending to his wounds “the old fashioned way”.

He remembers waking up in the swamp, her small hands on either side of his head, her healing magic washing over him. He felt the coolness of the river, the warmth of the sun. Being the sole focus of her care now, the two of them sitting in front of his tent while those same hands tended to his wounds, felt like that as well.

“I wasn’t expecting you to agree to eliminate the Gur. It’s…unlike you.”

“Oh and you know me so well, do you?” She’s still not facing him, completely focused on her task, but he sees the corner of her lips curl into a smirk.

“I have to, don’t I? If we’re going to keep traveling together.” His own lips curl into a self satisfied grin when he sees her smirk grow into a smile at his reminder of the promise she made to him less than a tenday ago. “I’ve seen enough now to know that you don’t like… unnecessary violence.”

“It was necessary,” she interjects in a soft voice, still focusing on his scratches. “He was going to kidnap you. I-we had to protect you.” He sees her tense up. He knows she’s lying. Shadowheart and Karlach wanted nothing to do with that fight. It was her who made that decision.

“You really didn’t.”

“Well, Astarion, I did”, her voice raising as she finally paused from her ministrations to look him straight in the face. The eye contact was brief as she quickly turned to focus on the bruises marking his face.

Why can’t she look at me?

“Why can’t you look into my eyes? Do you find me so enchanting? Are you afraid of being hypnotized?”, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

She chuckles then her face turns contemplative, carefully weighing her words. “I’m sorry, looking into your eyes sometimes it’s…it’s as if I’m looking into an open wound. One far more gruesome than the ones I’m currently tending to. At least these I know how to deal with”, now wiping the blood off the side of his face, her voice softening again.

A cold wave of realization washes over Astarion. Ahh, of course. Predation is a two edged sword*. In his time trying to get what he wants from her (her blood, her protection, her focus) he’s given her the opportunity to see glimpses of him.

“I don’t know what made you want to go after such a dangerous meal after all you went through today, anyway”, her voice barely above a whisper, interrupts his thoughts as she continued to clean the wounds on his face.

“Any meal worth having is dangerous, darling”, he says on edge but trying to cover it up with bravado. “And I know it’s nothing compared to-”his eyes glance over to the two messy marks on her neck,”-to well, other things I could be dining on. But it’s better than the rats and bugs Cazador served me.”

“Gods I’m sorry.” Her eyes turn to him briefly. “Bugs, really?”

“Really! Still that was in the past. I’ll never have to grovel for him again,” this time he was the one to break eye contact, realizing that she’s done it again and got a real answer out of him.

How in the hells does she keep doing this?

“That’s true.” She starts to clean the bruises and wipe the blood from the other side of his face, her fingers gently nudging his jaw so she can get a better angle. He unconsciously acquiesces . “You can start over. Be different, maybe.”

“Exactly! I can be better than him. Stronger. More powerful! More-” Seeing her raised eyebrows, he realizes that this might not be exactly what she meant. “-oh you meant ‘be kinder’? Pet bunnies, that sort of thing?”

“Is petting bunnies so terrible?”

“Ugh, don’t give me those Kitty Bryn eyes. I’ve no objection to being nice, of course. Once I have the power to bend others to my will.”

That’s it. I’m a monster. She simply needs a reminder.

“That sounds like an objection to being nice.” At this, she pulled her hands away from him entirely and let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re free now. That’s all that matters.”

She moves to clean the blood around his mouth and neck but his quick hands grab her wrist before she can get there. He’s reached his limit. Her touching his arms and face, that he could handle. But her touching his neck, along with her words, that he's free, he’s safe, that he could be better. It was all too much.

Here’s my chance.

“No, Bryn,” using his grip to tug her body toward him, forcing her to look at him directly. “I’ll be safe when I’m powerful enough to grind Cazador into the dust. Powerful enough to do whatever the hell I want.”

His grip is tight on her wrist. He's not aiming to hurt her, just to gain control. He wants her hands to stop. He wants her to look at him directly. He watches all the tenderness fall from her face as she goes from concerned to calculating then combative.

“Be careful Astarion,” her voice cold as his skin. “There are heroes about. I’d hate for them to get the right idea about you”, she retorts, not breaking eye contact.

Ahh there it is. Here comes her teeth.

“Let them,” he sneers. “Heroes are half the damn problem. Fools that believe in right and wrong- good and evil,” looking her straight in the face. “Heroes didn’t save me from Cazador, mind flayers did.”

“Well it wasn’t mind flayers that saved you today. I think I’m done here.” She tries to rise but he refuses and tugs her back down, doubling down on his grip on her.

“Bryn, they gave me a gift,” he continues as she squirms in his grasp “the strength to take my own freedom. I’m embracing this power’-his voice and eyes soften, causing her to finally still and face him-"you should too. I know you want to. I’ve seen your teeth.” She says nothing as she finally wrests herself from his grip and walks away, leaving him alone in his tent.

*shamelessly stolen from @thedragonagelesbian's ranger-cyrus notes

#bryn acevedo #when is a monster not a monster #fun fact bryn and astarion have the same athletics score #so i rolled for them to make sure he would actually win this little tug of war #and his six did in fact beat her dirty 0

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xx-state-of-mind-xx · 1 year

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If Love Could Heal

Dovesso first kiss

*TW* Self-harm, panic attack*

Lesso’s POV

The glass shatters against the wall with a satisfying crash. I pick up another, watching as it bursts into a million pieces. I reach for another before realising all my whiskey glasses are in smithereens on the bedroom floor. Surveying the destruction I caused, the only things still intact are my potions kit and books – even the ancient oak cabinet in the corner wasn’t spared in the onslaught. I realise it had done nothing to ease the panic rising like bile in my chest. With a furious cry, I make my way over to the bedside table. My hands are shaking uncontrollably as I withdraw an ornate silver blade and press it against my wrist. I don’t even wince as I draw it down my arm. Ruby-red blood wells to the surface and collects in a pool at the base of my wrist. I make two cuts and then another three. Control. I focus on the pain, on the biting sting in my arm and find I can finally take a deep, clean breath. Control. Blood drips onto the floor, staining the stone.

I realise someone is knocking on the door. Fury crashes over me like a tsunami. Throwing the blade back into the drawer, I stomp over to the door, glass and splintered wood crunching underfoot. I hurl half a vase at the door, and it smashes against the wood. I fling the door open a crack, just so my face and crumpled white shirt are showing and find myself looking into the startled face of Emma Anemone.

“On the wrong side of the bridge, aren’t you Professor?” I sneer, leaning on the doorframe casually but mindful to keep my arms hidden.

“Um, sorry to bother you, Lady Lesso, but-“ I snort, like hell she was sorry. “But,” she continues forcefully. “I was wondering if I could have the rest of the potion you made me. You did tell me to come back and, well, you weren’t in your office so-“

“No, you can’t,” I say, cutting her off. I know it’s petty, but I am still pissed off, and the potion is in my office.

“What? Why not?” I can’t help thinking how much she looks like a flamingo in her stupid pink dress with ridiculous sleeves. I roll my eyes.

“Because I have better things to do than sit around all day making potions for beauty teachers.” I am aware of the blood running down my hand and dripping onto the floor. I fight to retain control on my breathing.

“What?! Lesso, you’re being unreasonable! You said last month that you’d give me the rest and I’m here to collect it. Bloody Nevers, you always- are you alright?”

Anemone peers up at me with concern. I snap out of my stupor and stand upright again, taking a deep breath. It feels like I’m thinking through a haze.

“Yes, of course. Just waiting for you to leave,” I say coldly. My voice sounds strained, and I pray she doesn’t notice.

Anemone huffs and pushes against the door, trying to force her way in. Thankfully my body blocks her way. Something within me snaps and my carefully bottled emotions overflow momentarily: “I told you to leave!” I scream and slam the door in her face.

“Fuck,” I breathe. It’s been a while since I lost control like this.

In the bathroom, I bandage my hands and arms clumsily. The wolves howl in the distance, signalling breakfast. Cursing, I pull on a pair of black leather gloves and do my tie hurriedly not even bothering with a pin. I shrug on my heavy grey coat and leave the room.

The day crawls by. I am aware of my exceptionally foul mood and almost feel sorry for the fifteen students I’ve sent to the Doom Room. Finally, I sink down at my desk and shut my eyes against the blinding pain at my temples. I have not yet been game enough to return to my trashed room and instead prepare to settle in for yet another long night of work. I am pulling a pile of essays toward me when I remember we have a staff meeting at four. Shit. I have five minutes to get ready and get my arse over to the Good school.

I burst into the meeting ten minutes late. The other teachers gawp at me like fish from their seats around the long mahogany table laden with pens and papers. I glare coldly back. Determined not to use my cane, I walk slowly to my seat at the end opposite Dovey. Anemone is standing up obviously in the middle of a presentation and shoots me a dirty look. I smirk back at her and make a show of sitting down, unable to quite disguise the hiss of pain as weight is put on my leg. Emma continues her speech – something about an excursion for her fourth-year Evers, but shockingly I find myself unable to concentrate. I instead gaze at a nauseating tapestry depicting a prince in armour riding toward a tower surrounded by rolling green hills with a dragon lying decapitated in the background. With a subtle flick of my finger, the brightly coloured threads start moving, slithering like snakes to rearrange themselves in a much more… interesting way. I smirk at the new picture – the dragon towers over a flaming tower and the prince is nowhere to be found.

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“Meeting’s over, Lesso.” Dovey’s voice comes floating over from the doorway. I glance around and realise I’m the only one left in the meeting room.

“I was just leaving,” I reply coldly although I make no move to get up.

“Actually, on second thought,” she slams the heavy double doors shut and whirls around, gold dress creating sunspots around the room as it catches the light. “You and I need to have a little chat.”

I sigh dramatically. “What is it now, princess?”

“Respect, Lesso, respect! Constantly you undermine and disrespect my teachers! They’re your colleagues, I don’t understand it. They- we earned and deserve our place here just as much as you. What is it, you think you’re better than us or-or you feel threatened? All Emma wanted this morning was the rest of the potion you promised her!” The Good Dean’s voice rises in pitch and she’s gesturing wildly. I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“What does she expect when she turns up to my rooms at six in the morning dressed like a goddam flamingo.” I drawl lazily. “She doesn’t even teach a real subject!”

“It doesn’t matter! She deserves your respect. You shouldn’t have spoken to her like that!”

I scoff. “I can speak to whomever I want in whatever way I damn well please,” I say through gritted teeth.

Dovey just rolls her eyes. “Keep rolling them, princess, you might find a brain back there.” I sneer.

Colour rises in her cheeks, and she groans in frustration. I smile internally – God she’s hot when she’s angry. Dovey seems to sense my lack of focus.

“What is with you?! Storming around like you own everything and everyone. Tapping your stupid cane and rolling your dumb purple eyes. Always isolating yourself – obsessed with winning. Seriously, what have you got to prove?”

Up until then, I’d been tolerating her rant with calm coolness, but this is getting personal. “Enough!” I scream, standing up abruptly. I regret it as soon as the words come out. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I close my eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I whisper. I didn’t mean to say it out loud and when I finally look at Dovey’s face she is staring at me with a kind of intensity that makes me sure she heard.

The Good Dean walks around the long table, so we are standing face-to-face about two metres apart. She takes a deep breath.

“Look, I guess what I’m trying to say is, please at least try to be cordial, ok? You don’t need to hate us. It’s difficult to work with you when you distance yourself and don’t give anyone a chance. And-“ She hesitates and looks down. “And maybe try to get a good night’s sleep, it might help.” I frown. Dovey fidgets with her hands and the corners of her mouth crease with nerves.

“I-I just- your office light has been on all night for the past week, and I’ve seen you around Sader’s office after dark and, well, I guess you must not be sleeping well.” She finishes hurriedly, rushing to explain herself. A sly smirk spreads slowly across my features as the realization hits me.

“Have you been stalking me?” I ask; My voice is as smooth as a snake’s, and I see a hint of fear on her face as I move closer.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She meets my gaze defiantly and I stare into her warm brown eyes. Dovey takes a step forward. Lazily, I rake my eyes deliberately over her form, taking in smooth curves clad with gold satin.

“You’d better watch yourself, Princess.” Her eyes are enchanting, drawing me in. Upon closer look, I find that in those brown eyes is the warmth of an everlasting hearth, as if they were the wood that could burn with golden flame yet be forever perfectly entire. They remind me of the forest and the autumnal leaves, the soil in summer and after the rains - I find myself unable to break away. I catch hold of her slim wrist.

“Or what?” she murmurs, searching my eyes. “you’ll send me to the Doom Room?”

“Mm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you Clarissa?” I whisper into her ear, mocking her tone. The other woman shivers at the use of her name and her breath hitches in her throat. We’re so close we’re almost touching. I move my thumb in slow circles over her smooth brown skin.

“For the record, I don’t hate you. But… I’ve been dying to ask you a question…” I lean forward slowly, giving the Good Dean plenty of time to pull away. I catch her lips softly in my own before drawing back, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Dovey reaches up and presses her forehead against mine. The intimacy of the moment sends shivers zinging up and down my spine. Usually, my mind would be screaming at me to leave, to push her away, to punish myself for succumbing to such weakness and I almost do until…. Silence.

For the first time in years, my thoughts are silent, and I feel no need to pull away. I finally feel alive, as if there is liquid gold rushing through my veins instead of blood and I want to laugh and wrap my arms around the woman in front of me and kiss her until we’re both drunk on the taste of each other. For the first time in years, everything feels right.

Suddenly, she shakes her head as if pulling herself from a daydream and the moment is shattered. She places a firm hand against my chest and pushes me away gently. I step back and slide my hand into hers before letting it fall back against her gold dress.

“Goodnight, Lesso,” Dovey says softly, dipping her head. I incline my head back at her and watch her exposed shoulders as she walks toward the exit.

“Oh, I’m free for dinner on Thursday at seven,” she says, from the door without turning around.

“Of course,” I reply. “I’ll be in the Blue Forest then; so I’ll see you there.”

I make my way back to my office in something of a daze, the strange encounter with the Good Dean replying again and again in my mind. What’s gotten into me? Going around kissing Ever princesses? But seriously, she is so hot – the sight of her breasts heaving after I kissed her… A Cheshire grin spreads over my features at the thought of our impending date.

Shit.

I stop stock still in the middle of the corridor, the fading crimson light of dusk illuminating the stone pleasantly.

I don’t know a thing about cooking.

#dovesso #sge #sge fanfic #lady lesso #clarissa dovey #first kiss #idiots in love #hurt/comfort #self harm #panic attack #school for good and evil #ao3 #fluff #angry dovey #idk what this is #argument #emma anemone

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gwaeddblaidd · 11 months

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Feed the Wolf Chapter 5: Hiraeth (Excerpt)

As the towers of Nevermore come into view from amongst the trees, I realise that there is one last question I need to ask Wednesday. “My being a Hyde… Are you going to tell Enid?”

She turns to me as she walks, offering a look that could be easily mistaken for being apologetic. “I already told her. I wasn’t sure how our talk was going to go, and besides, she has a right to know.”

“Right,” I say curtly, “of course.”

She takes a few more steps before realising that I’ve stopped. She turns to me, stares for a moment, then speaks. “I’ve got botanical sciences next period, so if you want to fetch your stuff we’ll need to hurry.”

“You go on ahead. I’ll come by another time.”

She looks confused, but doesn’t seem to think too much of my change of plans. She turns and walks away, and I watch her becoming smaller and smaller as she approaches the walls of the school. As soon as I’m satisfied that she’s out of earshot, I turn and walk to the nearest tree. I stand there for several long moments, staring at the cracked bark of the trunk. I wonder how long this tree has stood here, how many winters it’s endured and how many summers it’s enjoyed. Chances are it’s older than me. I’m not often one for personification, but I can’t help but feel bad for the tree on account of what I’m about to do. A part of me knows this serves no purpose, and that I’ll regret it later, but… Right now, I need to feel something else. Enid knows what I am, and worse still she didn’t hear it from me… So yes, I need to feel something.

My punch lands squarely on the tree trunk, the bark refusing to give an inch but my hand more than willing to crumple against it. I cry out in pain, and for a blissful moment I forget all about all other worries. But as quickly as it came on, the pain gives way as my mind catches up to the trick I’m trying to play on it. I throw another punch, this time with the other hand, a sickening crunch reverberant through the nearby trees as pieces of bark do break off and go flying this time. I pull my hand away and realise that I’m shaking, my arms quivering both with the aftershock of the impact and my emotional state. I turn my hands over to look at my knuckles; already the skin is turning red and small cuts are opening up, but it’s not enough. It’s not enough to stop my mind from wandering. And so, in tandem with a wordless battle cry, I throw another punch. Then another. And then another yet again. Before long my mind is losing track of my body’s actions, the pain of each motion the only thing capable of reaching my frenzied mind.

I suppose it’s true, what Nathaniel Faulkner once wrote. He tried to the end to determine whether Hydes were conscious of their actions or simply murderous beasts, but there was a certain sentiment present in his writings. The only thing he knew Hydes understood for sure, was pain. And yes, I understand it, but maybe not in the way that he expected. This pain doesn’t control me; it doesn’t keep me caged. No. This self-inflicted pain frees me. It frees me from the inner workings of my mind, granting me a much-needed reprieve.

My assault doesn’t stop until both my knuckles and throat are raw. My screaming and shouting becomes hoarse, then more or less silent, my voice having given out completely. The skin on my knuckles and fingers is shredded, in some places nearly to the bone, and I can feel that I’ve probably broken a few bones in my hands. My arms fall to my sides as silence enshrouds me, leaving me nothing but to stare at my creation. A rough circle of bark has been shorn from the trunk, revealing the much lighter, softer wood beneath. Its once beautiful grain is now stained red, the complex swirls and stripes now bearing the gruesome mark of my presence. I would apologise, but I doubt the tree would care much either way.

Distantly, I hear intermittent dripping. I look down at my hands, my arms barely able to hold their weight, and see thin, broken streams of blood flowing down my fingers and pooling at the tips. I sigh to myself before raising my hand to my mouth. The blood is so warm and so flavourful on my tongue, so present and so… so clearly the blood of a Hyde. I am a Hyde, and Enid knows.

So that’s all this amounted to, then? Mere minutes of silence from the nagging thoughts? Unable to hold my own weight any longer, I collapse against the tree, sliding down to the ground and landing pitifully with my knees drawn to my chest. My hands rest upon the ground and my head tilts back against the trunk as I wonder how it all came to this. I watch the sky through teary eyes, openly wallowing in self-pity. I’ll bounce back from this; I know I will. Against all odds, this isn’t the end of the world. Such rational thoughts often come to me after bouts like this, but they don’t make me feel any better. No, they just highlight how much of a wreck I’ve become. A few more minutes, and I’ll be fine. I’ll get up and go home and get ready for whatever classes I have today. Just a few more minutes…

But as the minutes pass, I don’t feel any better. I sit against the tree and wonder if I’ll ever feel better again. God, what have I become? I close my eyes. I’ll be okay. I have to be, right? Or… maybe I don’t? Maybe it’s okay to not be okay. Maybe feeling this way is natural. Maybe feeling this way is normal. A chuckle escapes me, the notion entirely ludicrous, and it gains a hold in my chest. The chuckle soon gives way to open laughter and I find myself disconcerted at the sound. What is there to laugh at? On cue, the laughter too gives way to a new sound, this time a pathetic sobbing accented by hitched breaths. I’m lulled almost into a sleep by that sound, my body growing more tired and reluctant to move with each shaky exhale. I know that I can’t sleep here, though. This would be a hell of a sight to come across…

As is often the case, judgement from others serves as far better motivation than I could ever inflict upon myself. I tell myself that I’ll be okay, one last time for good measure, then pick myself up from the ground and start to stumble towards the school once more. This moment of weakness will remain between the tree and I; a secret between friends. The only sign of my presence here today will be the bloody mural I left behind, soon to be forgotten entirely as a tiny fragment of the tapestry that is my memories. I will be okay.

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Title: Feed the Wolf

Fandom: Wednesday

Rating: T

Chapters: 7 of 12

Links: AO3, FF.net

Summary: As the dust settles on the Hyde incident, Nevermore is slowly but surely returning to a calmer, safer state. But for those involved, the scars may take a while longer to fully heal. Gelert Davies, a half-werewolf student, has always kept himself out of trouble as best he could, but a chance encounter will test his resolve and force him to face parts of himself long abandoned.

Tags: Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams, Original Character(s), Enid Sinclair/Original Male Character(s), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Wolf Instincts, Loss of Control, Injury Recovery, Self-Hatred, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Courting Rituals, Werewolf Courting, Werewolf Culture, Eventual Romance, Family Issues, POV First Person

Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day! :)

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday fandom #wednesday fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #writing excerpt #fanfic promo

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honeybeefae · 2 years

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A Reminder (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

Summary// After Helion made some flirtatious remarks at Feyre & Rhysand's party, Eris wants to make sure you know who pleases you.

(Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!! THIS IS PURE SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, spanking, choking, hair pulling, orgasm denial, no safe sex here, pet names, slapping, mentions of Nesta and Cassian ;))

Here it is! My first ACOTAR fic! I loved writing this and I hope everyone enjoys reading it! Requests are open <3

The sound of music and laughter was still ringing in your ears as Eris pushed you into the nearest room, the door slamming itself shut. You could’ve sworn your heart was going to burst out of your chest at the look your mate was giving you.

“What the fuck was that? Hm?” He snarled, grabbing your face in between his pointer finger and thumb. It made your cheeks ache but sent a pleasurable jolt straight to your cunt. “Oh Y/N, you look divine tonight. I hope Eris is keeping you satisfied.”

You couldn’t resist the urge to roll your eyes at the mocking tone. “It was Helion! You know he says those things to rile you up.” His fingers released you so that they could run through his long, red hair frustratingly. “I would never do that to you, Eris. You know that.”

The words seemed to calm him a little but you could still feel the heat coming off him. It made you ache in the best way. You hated when your mate was upset or mad but… this possessiveness was intoxicating.

And you knew the hotter he burned, the harder he fucked.

“Of course, I know that.” He snapped, listening to the silence for half a beat before he wrapped his hand around your throat and shoved you into the wall. “I just can’t stand the sweet words they whisper in your ear, the looks they give you.”

You gasped under his hand as he pushed his hips into your own, the hard bulge of his cock pushing into your clothed sex. Eris’s pupils were blown wide and his lips were pulled back in a sneer.

“P-please, Eris.” You wheezed, eyelashes fluttering as he thrust his hips up again. “You know I’m yours.”

He let out a dark laugh and released your neck, replacing his hand with his tongue. It was hot and wet against the clamminess of your skin. You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging him up harshly until your lips connected with his.

The kiss was sloppy and rushed, your tongues stroking each other while he bit down on your lip until the coppery taste of blood filled both of your mouths. “Fuck.” You cried, a fresh wave of arousal slamming into you from the pain.

Eris wasted no time in picking you up by the waist and walking over to the bed in the middle of the room. It was mostly dark in the room save for the moonlight coming through the balcony windows. However, it was enough light for you to catch a glimpse of some of the items scattered about.

“Stop, stop!” You whispered, pulling away from him. “This is Nesta’s room. We should find somewhere else, now.”

The knowledge did not deter him though, if anything it spurred him on. Cassian and Eris were constantly having pissing matches between them and he wasn’t quick to forget when Cassian fucked Nesta in one of the libraries of the Autumn Court.

He was the unfortunate one who caught them. This was just returning the favor.

Two hands snaked around your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off the side. Eris was quick to hit his knees and remove your underwear. He pushed your heavy skirts up so that he had a clear view of your dripping pussy.

“Your mouth says one thing but your body tells me another, pet.” He grunts, nipping the inside of your thighs. “I know how excited this makes you.”

Before you could protest he licks a long stripe up your sex, growling at the taste of your juices. You cried out in pleasure but whimpered when he landed a hard slap on your clit. “Ow!”

“I’m gonna need you to keep quiet, mouse. You wouldn’t want someone to walk in and see you being ruined by me, would you?” He taunted before feasting on you once more. You slapped a hand over your mouth to hide the next moan, thighs crushing against the side of Eris’s head.

He dipped two fingers into your hole, loving the feeling of how you instantly tightened around him. His tongue goes back to your clit and flicks over it slowly, putting just enough pressure to please you but not enough for you to cum.

“Or maybe that’s what you want?” The image behind the question, of someone walking in and catching you, should not have affected you as much as it did. You tried to thrust your hips up to get Eris to go faster, biting on the knuckles of your fist.

Eris’s fingers sped up and started to crook, searching for that sweet spot inside, until you let out a loud cry when he found it. He zeroed in on that spot and fingered you while sucking your clit into his mouth, moaning as you pulled his hair.

Just as you started to reach your peak he pulled away, a cheshire grin staring back at you with your wetness coating his mouth and chin. “Eris, please.” You whimpered.

“You look so pretty when you beg for me, pet.” He praised, climbing onto the bed and lifting you to a sitting position. Eris began to take off your dress and left teasing love bites across your shoulders. “If only Helion could see how much a whore you are for me, or any one of those assholes inside that room.”

You let your head fall onto his shoulder as you helped push the dress off. The warm air caressed your skin in the same way your mate’s hands did, roaming without a destination.

He cupped each of your breasts in his hand and rolled your nipples between his fingers, savoring the way your bare ass pressed against him. “Who’s getting you wet right now, mouse?” He murmured into your ear before biting down on it.

“Please.” You breathed, angling your head so that your lips were almost touching. His face was flushed with desire, hooded eyes drinking in the sight of your naked body.

That wasn’t the answer he wanted though. In one swift motion, he slapped your tit, the skin reddening under his fingers as he repeated the action three more times. You withered against his body, chewing the inside of your cheek to keep your scream in.

“That’s not the right answer, Y/N.” He scolded while kneading your tender breast. The party was still going on outside and thank the Cauldron the band started to pick up the pace. You weren’t even trying to be quiet anymore. “Who’s making that pretty pussy cream?”

At the end of his question, Eris bit down at the junction of your neck and shoulder while pinching your nipples harshly, not missing the way you gripped the sheets of Nesta’s bed.

“Eris!” You cried out. “Eris Vanserra!”

“Good girl. Get on all fours.”

Eris could’ve asked you to crawl across broken glass and you would’ve happily done it if it meant you got his cock at the end. You wasted no time in flipping around to your hands and knees, sending him a sultry look over your shoulder.

His hands quickly undid the strings to his pants and pushed them down, revealing his thick, throbbing dick. Saliva pooled in your mouth when he gave a few pumps to it, catching you staring like a wanton whore.

“Do you want it, pet?” He mocked, eyebrows raised. “You want my cock inside you?”

Your walls clenched around nothing at his tone. Eris loved you very much, you knew this, but gods did you love it when he fucked you like he didn’t. There was nothing innocent about the way you lusted for this High Lord, the way your sex slickened whenever he looked at you or brushed a hand down your back.

“My lord,” You began, biting on your lower lip when he started to rub the head of his dick against your wet folds. “I need you. Use me. Hit me. Do whatever you want just please fuck me.”

A breath of a pause was the only time you had to prepare before Eris thrust into you fully, your breasts bouncing from the impact. He let out a primal growl that had your stomach flooding with butterflies.

Eris didn’t let you catch your breath. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked which had you let out another painful scream. The sound of skin against skin was loud, the smell of sex making you feel high.

“Such a greedy little girl, hm?” He purred into your ear as he lifted your upper body with ease, his thrusts not stalling in the slightest. The new angle made your toes curl as Eris brushed against your special spot. “If only the others could see the way your cunt swallows me so well.”

Any other woman would have probably slapped him for those words but it was like fuel to the fire deep inside you. You might put on a nice, innocent persona to others but deep down you were twisted. Above all else...you were one thing.

Eris’s little slut.

He knew how much the idea got you off, being watched and feeling the envy of everyone else in the room. Gods, he would wager that you would even want to join others. But the time for that was later…he still wanted you all to himself.

You started to rub your clit as Eris picked up the pace. He was biting and sucking every inch of your neck and ear, making sure the marks would stay. “You feel s-so good. So deep. Please, please…” You whined, chasing a release that was just out of reach.

Right after you pleaded for mercy, to finally cum after being teased for the last thirty minutes, he pulls out completely. You couldn’t contain the sob at the emptiness, tears streaming down your cheeks. It was getting to be too much.

“No, no, no, no!” You babbled. “You’re so cruel.”

Warm hands flipped you over with ease, your hair falling every which way across the pillow. Eris was nose to nose with you, something akin to pity in his eyes at your state. It was gone in a moment, however, replaced by dark humor and lust.

“Oh, my poor mouse,” He cooed while wiping away a tear. “I would take you more seriously if you weren’t soaking the sheets below you.”

A retort was on the edge of your tongue but before you could get it out Eris had thrust into you once more. The position was a lot more intimate, his golden eyes taking in every reaction you gave to him.

He rutted into you like a dog in heat, grabbing one of your hands and putting it over your pussy. “Go on, Y/N. Give yourself what you want.”

You took his permission and ran with it. Fingers going numb from how fast you were circling your clit to catch up with your mate. He filled you so deeply that you were sometimes afraid he would break you in half.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to come back to the peak, the waves of release dangerously close to spilling over.

“E-Eris. I can’t, I’m gonna-” You started before he growled lowly, kissing you hungrily.

“Do it. Cum on my cock, mouse. Scream my name for the stars to hear.”

Chanting Eris’s name, you fell into the depths of pleasure. After being denied twice your body was wound as tight as a thread. You weakly tried to meet his thrusts while your cunt clenched onto his cock, sending him over the edge moments later.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure while Eris buried his face into your neck, grunting out your name, that it almost had you cumming again. It felt like you had been drugged, clouds fuzzing your thoughts as the orgasm slowly calmed down.

Eris wasn’t much better, holding his body up by his elbows while catching his breath. He was not much of a cuddler or pillow talker, but you still ran your fingers through his sweaty hair as lovers do.

“We are in so much trouble.” You giggle quietly, wincing when he pulled out. The two of you probably looked fucked out of your minds. Between your hair, his shirt, and your dress, there was no way you could go back in there.

He let out an airy laugh and sat up, pulling his pants up to tie them. “I think now would be the best time to leave.”

Just as he said that two pairs of footsteps drew closer to the room. A shared look between you gave you all the confirmation you needed. It was Nesta and Cassian.

You covered another laugh when Eris yanked you off the bed and held you to his chest. The doorknob began to jingle which is when the two of you winnowed out, grinning like children when you heard Cassian yell.

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noteguk · 3 years

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no.

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles.

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying.

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower.

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times.

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener.

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync.

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling.

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure.

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell.

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates.

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt.

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night.

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?”

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.”

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...”

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked.

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.”

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated.

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.”

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.”

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!”

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said.

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa.

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense.

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.”

“How’s that possible?” he asked.

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.”

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years.

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird.

But you also kind of didn’t care.

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?”

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked.

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down.

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?”

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in.

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss.

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him.

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind.

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple.

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations.

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?”

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on.

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were.

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.”

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth.

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations.

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.”

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue.

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…”

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them.

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him, meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer.

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry.

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression.

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.”

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.”

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats.

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?”

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.”

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked.

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you.

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips.

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to.

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try.

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you.

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?”

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.”

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?”

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you.

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips.

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.”

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered.

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss.

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch.

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream. “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.”

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.”

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name.

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.”

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…”

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever.

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.”

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.”

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.”

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.”

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.”

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again.

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you.

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts. “Hey, ___?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

#bts fic #bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung fic #bts #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #bts x you #bts x reader #reader insert #smut #au #taehyung au #bts au

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h0tchner · 3 years

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go team hotchner!

pairing: dad!aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron is coaching jack’s soccer game & reader is in the crowd! aaron & reader are happily married, but another woman’s mean comments and blatant flirting makes the reader jealous. fluffy shenanigans ensue!

word count: 2.5k

includes: FLUFF, jack hotchner is the sweetest, you & aaron are married, jealous!reader, kissing, family planning, & AARON IN A GREY T-SHIRT

rating: 18+ (for VERY brief mentions of sex and a little smidge of cursing)

a/n: i wrote this for @ssahotchswife’s soft hotch saturday! this is my first published fic, so i hope y’all enjoy. PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Atta boy, Jack!” Aaron yells from the side of the field, clapping his hands as his son scores another goal.

Beaming, you holler from the benches along with the crowd. You watch as your husband jogs up and down the sidelines with ease, keeping up with Jack’s soccer team. It’s a stunning Saturday morning and you are thrilled to spend every moment of it with the Hotchner boys. Your Hotchner boys.

When they asked Aaron to coach the team, how could he say no? After losing Hayley, he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to be there for Jack. When you first started dating, Aaron was hesitant to introduce you to his son. It wasn’t because he didn’t want you in Jack’s life, but rather he didn’t want to scare you away. You were a 26-year-old NCIS agent and he was a 40-something FBI agent. You knew he had a son, you knew he was a widow, and you knew he was older than you: but you didn’t care. You loved him. It took a little coaxing to get Aaron to open up to you about his fears, but once he did, you assured him then and there that you weren’t going anywhere. He introduced you to Jack the very same day. Four years later, you and Aaron are stronger than ever.

The ref blows the whistle, calling a break. Aaron motions for the kids to huddle in. He squats on the floor to get on their level, enthusiastically whispering, walking them through the next play. Your heart swells watching him talk to the group of children. Aaron Hotchner, always the hero, the role-model, the leader. Gentle yet powerful: he was intoxicating.

Your eyes dart over his crouched figure; the soft, heather grey of his t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders. You draw in a breath, a memory of last night flooding your senses, remembering how you held on to those shoulders for dear life as he pounded you into the bed. You feel your cheeks blush red, and you look up to the sky, shutting your eyes to collect yourself. Damn. Even just the thought of touching him gets your blood up.

You open your eyes, letting your gaze travel back to Aaron’s body, admiring how good his butt looks in those black Adidas track pants. You bite your lip a bit, feeling overwhelmed with joy, knowing that beautiful man, inside and out, was all yours. God, what you wanted to do to...

“Damn he is HOT. Way hotter than the old coach. I think his son is on the team?” A woman’s voice rings out from behind you.

“Yeah, I think so. Did you hear what happened to his first wife? So sad, lost her when his son was little. Apparently he’s shacked up with some 20-something-year-old now.” A second woman’s voice chimes in.

“No way. Him? Married to that? He needs a real woman, not some child. A man that experienced should be with someone his own age. I’m gonna talk to him after the game, see what his deal is.” The first woman replies, voice dripping with venom.

“I think you should!” Agrees the second.

“Oh, I will. I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Snickers the first.

They both laugh as you sit frozen in your seat, blinded by a wave of anger and sadness.

Some child? Someone his own age? Their hurtful words pierce right through your heart as you furiously blink back tears.

The ref blows the whistle, and the team scatters back onto the field. The ladies cheer behind you as the game starts back up. It takes all your strength not to break down under the crushing weight of their conversation. You take in some deep breaths, mulling over their comments. You weren’t “some child!” You were a grown-ass woman! You had a job! You were a federal agent! You loved Aaron and Jack: they were your whole world!

As you continue to give yourself a mental pep-talk, the hurt begins to dissipate as you realize how stupid those woman sounded. They didn’t even know you, or Aaron, or anything about your relationship. In that moment, you tell yourself that instead of wallowing in self-doubt, you would stand up to them and make it known that you were the only one for Aaron.

Just like that: you begin to feel a bit better. You focus all your attention on Aaron and Jack, letting the game fly by. You ignore the ladies gossiping behind you, and, by the time the kids are lining up to give the other team high-fives, you had pulled yourself together and come up with a plan to put these ladies right back in their place. You just had to wait for the right time to make your move.

“Wish me luck!” squeals the first woman. You can feel her getting up from the bleachers behind you.

“Go get him, girl!” sasses the second.

You watch as the woman walks down the aisle, her straight blonde ponytail swishing as she goes. She’s wearing blue-jean shorts and a white lace top: an outfit you’ve seen before on a hundred women who looked just like her. In any other circumstance you’d applaud her efforts (girls supporting girls, right?) but this was your man she had her sights on. No way. Not a chance. She wasn’t going to lay a single pink manicured finger on him.

Aaron is talking to the ref and the other team’s coach when she taps him on the shoulder.

Oh HELL no. You think, frowning.

He turns around and gives her a small, polite smile. You can’t hear the exchange, but after a few moments, she sticks out her hand to shake his, laughing. Aaron curtly returns the shake and turns back to finish up his prior conversation; but, this time, the blonde woman puts a hand on his arm again, lightly pulling him away. Your blood begins to boil. She gestures to the pack of kids, now getting drinks and snacks from the fold-up table next to the bleachers. Aaron nods, pointing over to where Jack is standing, sipping on some lemonade. She puts her hand on his arm again and tilts her head.

You decide it has been long enough. It’s go time.

You walk down the bleachers, picking up the hem of your baby blue floral sundress so you wouldn’t step on it as you descended.

The woman is still all over Aaron, clearly flirting. Aaron’s arms are crossed over his chest, lips in a terse smile. It didn’t take a profiler to know that his behaviour screamed “get me out of here.”

You fluff your hair a bit, letting it fall loosely around your face. With confidence, your feet hit the soft grass and you head towards your husband.

“Aaron!” you call out, waving and smiling as you near him, shooting daggers at the blonde woman by his side.

The moment he sees you approaching, you watch his entire demeanour change.

“Y/N!” he grins, excusing himself from the woman.

She whips around to face you with a vengeance as Aaron scoops you up, tanned arms firm around your middle. He spins you around as you laugh, surprised, looking down at him with pure elation.

He sets you down and, before you have a chance to say anything else, grabs your face in his hands, crashing his mouth into yours. You throw your arms around his neck and card your fingers in his hair, kissing him with the same fervour.

You can practically feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s hot and dominating: something about winning a game makes Aaron primal and giddy. You certainly aren’t complaining.

He breaks the kiss and lets his hands fall to your waist, squeezing lightly.

“Congrats on the win, Coach Hotchner.” You smile as you brush a lock of sweaty black hair off his forehead.

“Couldn’t have done it without my favourite cheerleader, Mrs. Hotchner.” He winks, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Oh yeah?” You prod, cocking your head, looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Who would that be?”

“Hm.” He pauses, looking up pensively.

He wraps his arms even tighter around your middle and dips his head down, whispering one word in your ear: “You.”

You laugh, swaying with him for a moment, capturing his lips in another kiss. As you pull apart, out of the corner of your eye you watch as the blonde woman stands frozen to the same spot, mouth agape. You smirk, feeling satisfied and self-assured knowing your little scheme was a success.

Then, like a rocket, you see Jack running towards you with a mile-wide grin on his flushed face.

“Y/N! Did you see? Did you see me make two goals?” Jack exclaims.

“Yeah buddy, I saw the whole thing!” You capture him in a bear hug, kissing the top of his head. You ruffle his hair and kneel down, looking into his soft brown eyes.

“I’m so proud of you. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah! I love soccer!” Jack nods.

“You did a great job Jack.” Aaron says, helping you stand. He wraps an arm around your waist and looks lovingly down at his son.

“You’re our soccer superstar.” You add, glancing between Jack and Aaron with unbridled joy. “Now go! Go back to your friends!” You laugh, shooing him away, back to the group of sweaty 8-year-olds and their snacks.

You stand there with Aaron, snaking your arm around his back to match his around yours. You both watch as Jack bounds off. A quick glance to the side shows that the blonde woman is long gone, probably stomping back up to her friend to whine and call you more names.

“Is she gone?” Aaron murmurs into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

You stutter, “How... how did you?” You trail off in disbelief.

“Oh please,” he smirks, “I had to stop you from practically biting her head off when you walked over.”

“Aaron!” you yelp, mocking upset. “You should’ve let me at her.”

He chuckles, lips twitching into a smile as he quirks one eyebrow up. “I couldn’t have my wife fighting with the aunt of one of my players. It’d reflect poorly on me.”

“She called me a child. Said that you should be with someone your own age. I think that warrants a free pass.”

His joking manner stops abruptly at your declaration. “That’s ridiculous and you know it,” he furrows his brow, shaking his head lightly.

You reach up and run your fingers over his scrunched forehead, soothing the lines into something softer.

“I know,” you nod.

Aaron pulls you into his side, wordless. Fingers tracing lightly over your hip. You knew he was thinking the same thing: no matter what they said, you knew in your heart that you and Aaron were meant to be. Age be damned. He was yours and you were his: forever. Simple as that.

“Mmm,” you sigh, taking in the beauty of the moment. You smile at the clear sky, the fresh air, and the feeling of the man you loved, right by your side. You two watch Jack as he talks and laughs with the other kids. He looks so happy to be surrounded by them: a natural conversationalist. You can’t help but start to think about how he would be the best big brother in the whole world. It makes your breath hitch in your throat a bit.

“What is it?” Aaron gives your side a squeeze.

Of course he could sense when your thoughts began to wander. Aaron was a man of many talents.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You look up at him with a reassuring glance, returning the squeeze.

“Y/N...” Aaron trails off, hazel-brown eyes searing into yours.

Damn your gaze, Hotchner.

You look away, letting your arm drop from his waist and move to step away a bit: he grabs for your hand instinctively, keeping you next to him. His big hands engulf your small ones, fingers entwined.

You know he is still staring at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet. Your eyes refocus on Jack.

“I was... I was thinking,” you begin. “I love you. I love you so much, no matter what anybody else says. And I love Jack like he’s my own.”

You breathed in, prepping yourself mentally for what you were about to say next.

“Jack is so good with other kids.” You continue, “He loves being social, being a teammate.”

You gather the strength to meet your husband’s famous glare.

“And watching you coach these kids? You’re so good with them, Aaron. You make every one of them feel special. You give 110% of your heart, and I am so lucky to be your co-coach in life.” You tell him in earnest.

“Aaron,” you carry on, emboldened, “I think it’s time we added a new member to the Hotchner team” you finish, searching every inch of Aaron’s face for recognition.

You watch as he takes in the information. After a few beats, it clicks.

“Y/N,” his expression softens, “Do you want to have a baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, eyes wide and hopeful.

Aaron nearly explodes with happiness; his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you, unable to speak. And then, his warm body envelopes yours, solid but soft: unmistakably Aaron.

You let out a shaky laugh and bury your head in his neck, breathing in the smell of cologne and light sweat.

He pulls back a little, one hand tilting your chin up to look at him.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Does that mean yes?” you ask, in a small voice.

Aaron laughs again, letting out a sigh. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Yes,” he says, giddy. “Let’s have a baby.”

The sound of children laughing fills your ears as you grab the back of his head and pull Aaron into a soft kiss. The kiss is full of promise: a gentle pact, sealing the deal. You and Aaron were going to have a baby. Jack was going to have a little brother or sister.

You pull away, arms still around his neck.

“I love you, Aaron.” You breathe out.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers back.

Nobody on this planet could shake the bond you and Aaron had. Suburban soccer moms be damned.

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silversatoru · 3 years

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soapy titty pics (sexting w/ inumaki)

a/n: here u go shawty i hope you enjoy ur toge smut @brandmeyelena <3.

toge inumaki x f!reader

tags/warnings: sexting, mild edging, male masturbation

w/c: 1.2k

it’s 2:00 am and toge’s still awake again.

staying up late and thinking of you — your hair, your eyes, the small curve at the base of your back. then his mind starts to wonder to other aspects of your beautiful body — your thighs, your tits, the way your perfect lips would look wrapped around his cock.

it’s been almost a month since he’s seen you and it’s been the most excruciating month of his life. he was tired and bitter that he had to be in another country fighting curses while you were back home without him. he missed pulling pranks on the other students and hearing your laugh ring out through the dorms — but he also missed the feeling of his dick in your pretty pussy. toge’s mind was bouncing from one extreme to the other but it was fitting, because he missed every aspect of you.

as thoughts of you continued to cloud his mind, his hand crept down to the growing bulge in his silky pajama pants. he pressed a firm hand over his budding erection, slowly palming it up and down.

fuck — the things he would do to have your head bobbing between his thighs right now.

his phone emitted a bright light in his dark room, a soft vibration buzzing from the device. he almost didn’t check it, because there was no way anyone of importance was contacting him at this hour. it was probably just an email, or a new follower on twitter, and he was kind of fucking busy living in his sexual fantasies of you.

but then it buzzed again, and then a third time, and a fourth time too. curiosity getting the best of him, he decided his aching member could wait another minute while he checked the notifications.

his cock twitched underneath the loose fabric, his mouth practically salivating as he stared as his phone. they were pictures from you, dimly lit snapshots of your round, perky tits covered in suds of soap. the pictures were accompanied by a single message, which read:

‘some soapy titty pics for u love,, wish u were here with me rn’

how ironic that both of you were up at this obscene hour just thinking of each other. you really were his soulmate — but he could focus on the sappy shit later, for now all he cared to focus on was how fucking hot you were.

‘yeah i’d titty fuck the hell out of those

how’d you know i was thinking about you right now?’

he quickly typed out his responses before his hand trailed back down to his throbbing erection. but this time he gently pushed the waistband of his pants down his thighs and let his cock spring free from its previous containment. he sucked a sharp breath through his teeth as he brushed his fingers over the sensitive skin.

he pumped a few lazy strokes up his length while he scrolled through the pictures you sent, pinching his phone so he could zoom in on your soapy, glistening breasts. your timing was truly impeccable — you have no idea how much he needed these.

‘lucky guess? you’re always thinking about me

and i’d let you do more than just titty fuck me

i can think of a couple other things that’d be even better’

your messages vibrate through his phone and send another rush of blood straight to his dick. he lifted his hand and collected some saliva in his mouth before spitting it into his palm. he massaged the sticky substance into his cock, his head falling back onto his pillow while he texted you back with his other hand.

‘obviously,, ur tits are just the warm-up

and then we’d move on to your mouth, right? with your hands tied behind your back just how you like them?’

he could practically imagine you down there, strands of spit hanging from the corners of your swollen lips while your tongue flicked over the head of his member. you’d be staring up at him with biggest eyes too, and they’d be glistening with a hint of mischief as you continued to tease him.

toge desperately fucked himself into his hand until the point where he was about to come, and then let his cock fall helplessly from his fingers. he was going to drag this out for as long as he could, edging himself in between each of your messages. but he could barely contain himself when the next thread came rolling through:

‘of course babe

i’d cover your thighs in love marks and then lather your dick with my tongue

hot, sticky saliva dripping from my chin while you shove it down my throat as hard as you want’

you were ruining this poor boy, a couple small beads of sweat forming above his brow. he was fiercely bucking his hips into his hand now, but it still wasn’t what he needed — it’s still wasn’t you.

but it was good enough, and he pushed himself right to the edge again before quickly letting go. his fingers twitched and trembled while they flurried across the screen:

‘fuck

then you can relax and i’ll do the work

slide my dick inside your wet pussy and bend you over the edge of the bed

i need you so bad it’s been so long’

toge’s hand wrapped around his shaft again, pumping faster and more frantic than he’d been before. his eyes were squeezed shut and he could practically feel the walls of your cunt around his cock. he’s picturing you riding you him, hearing the soft slapping noise of your ass hitting his thighs with every bounce. your hair is falling around your face, messy stands in front of your eyes as they roll back into your head. you look so pretty, so perfect on his cock, so-

‘two more weeks toge

two more weeks until i’m moaning and whimpering in your ears

gasping for air and clawing at the sheets while you take me from behind

i want you to wreck me when you finally get home’

he could almost hear the illusion of your delicate moans, the way they roll off your tongue and right into his yearning ears. and he could almost see your face contorting in overwhelming pleasure while he grinds his hips into yours.

clusters of the quietest whimpers slipped through his lips while he squirmed and stretched out his legs. he was intoxicated with thoughts of your body on his, your name glued to his lips while strings of white flew onto his bare chest. he milked out every last drop of his seed, the sticky white substance covering his torso and dripping down his hand.

he dropped his phone to the bed, the only sound in the silent room being his heavy, breathless pants. it was satisfying, doing this while he texted you, but it still didn’t amount to the real thing. what he really fucking needed was for this goddamn mission to end early so he could come home to you.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #inumaki x reader #inumaki smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #inumaki x you #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #inumaki imagines #inumaki to/ge x reader #inumaki to/ge imagines

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mxaizupublishionhouse · 3 years

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Do you do Yandere x Reader? If so, can you do Tartaglia? I look forward to it! —TotallyNotZhongli

Note : Of course! I hope you like my first Yandere!Childe and enjoy it! Also,thanks for the request! I really appreciate it! Warning : Yandere,mention of blood

My Sweet Love [Yandere!Childe x gn!reader]

Knock Knock

You turned to look over your shoulder to see familiar ginger man leaning against the wall,facing you with his arms folded on his chest. Your eyes scanning his leaning figure with a tilted head, wondering what he's doing here. You just enjoying the view of the night Liyue after a tiring day alone with the wind washing away any worry thoughts. "Enjoying the view, are we?" his voice calmly asking as he now standing next to you, watching the beautiful view in front of him. But,in his eyes, there's only one person that able to take his breath away easily. "Liyue's pretty in nights," you stated softly, tucking you hair behind your ear to keep it out of your face while Childe noticed a beautiful earring on your ear. He never gave you any earring.Who dare to touch his lov-

"Childe? Something's wrong?" you asked looking at his unreadable expression. He quickly flashes his usual playful smile and leaning on the wooden railing carefully. "Nothing,I just noticed that beautiful earring you got there," he stated while a little smile. You touched the accessory and smiled. "Mr.Zhongli got it for me.I insisted for him to keep but he looked sincere.."you answered,remembered the heartwarming scene that made a smile also crept into your lips.

Childe's fist tighten on his side when heard another man's name coming out from your lips. Thoughts of the Consultant making your heart beats faster than him making sick thoughts creeping into his head. He met you a while back but with his heart, he knew you are the one for him.The one that he will live together with,the one that will be the mother on his children and the one that will be wrapped around his arms when sleeping in the nights. No one else. Only him. He don't care if you like it or not- "Goodnight,Childe.I will see you tomorrow," you smiled at him and left a soft peck on his lips shyly before walking back into the building. He watched your figure in silence before wandering his gaze around before spotted Mr.Zhongli himself,walking home alone.

"Does anyone ever tell you not to touch other people's property"

"Childe acting out of place lately.." you muttered under your breath while sitting behind the counter of your family shop. There wasn't any customers right now and you checked the clock. You planned to meet with Zhongli for lunch so you prepared to visit him. You told your other worker to take care of the shop before walking out to breath fresh air of Liyue. You fixed your qipao before walking towards Zhongli's house since he told you that he taking a day off. You still wondering what's happened to Childe. Since the night at the balcony, he rarely showing up to see you at your shop at usual anymore. You did miss his charming smile on his handsome face everytime he walked in your shop. 'Probably he just busy with his works' you muttered to yourself,convincing yourself. You still remember the spontaneous kiss few nights and your cheeks flushed in warmth.

"Maybe I should tell him about it.."

After walking for a while, you arrived at the front door and knocked but realized the door was left unlocked. You excused yourself and step in the typical Chinese house that decorated with beautiful decorations. Weirdly, no one was in the house and there's no sign of Zhongli. "[y/n]?" called a familiar voice that stopped you in your tracks before turning around. Childe came out from Zhongli's bedroom made you gasped. "Childe? What are you doing in here?" you asked him before facing him with nervous gaze. What did he do to Zhongli? hurt him? Is this why he never visit you at shop again? A gloved hand caressing your cheek gently while his other hand closing the locking the front door. You looked up to look at him,hoping that all these just little fun pranks since Childe and Zhongli are good friends.

But all you saw was.. dull and possessiveness in his ocean blue eyes that sent cold shivers down your spine.

"You look as beautiful as always.." he praised your his voice now next to your ear and he suddenly forcefully pulled down to take off the single earring made you almost scream in pain but his other free hand covering your mouth quickly. "Shh~ Don't make too much noise~" he purred softly as you sobbing quietly when felt the blood trails down from your injured ear onto your shoulder.

"W-why.."

"Because I love you so much..You are made to be loved by me and no one else.. No one can touch and look at you the same as I do,dear.."

Your knees weakening under his drunk in love gaze on you that putting you trembling. Before you could react, you fist landed straight to his nose that made him stumbled few steps back with a groan. You ran into the front door but he caught your wrist and pinned you against the wall with him hovering behind you. Your heart pounding loudly in your ears in fear of the worst outcomes.

"Let me go,Childe..."

"Nope.You already in my arms, I'm not gonna let you go easily.. I couldn't bring myself to see you talking to others when I'm the one who deserve to be next to you!"

You flinched when his fist collided with the wall next to your head. You kept the tears inside,fear he might hurt you.

"Say,[y/n]..I will give you anything you desire;money,power,..happiness.." he whispered into your ear with heavy breaths. "We will live together in loving life..No disturbance..No other people..No Zhongli.." he continued before you heard he threw the earring onto the floor loudly. You just gulped down in fear when he asked "So,what do you say?"

"N-No..Let me go.."

He let out a heavy sigh. "Listen.." his hand landed onto your hips gently. "I will give you everything. Everything you ever desire..Anything for my sweet [y/n]..And all you have to do is stay by my side,that's all.You don't have to work hard, you just need to be home when I'm home..Not much..And your love must be full,only for me"

You love Childe but not this Childe. You want to live with him but not in a forced way. You closed your eyes and shaking your head,rejecting his offer. The pain from your bleeding ear now throbbing,making you dizzy.

"Such a stubborn one."

He turned you around to face him before his hand brought your chin to look at him.

"i love you.I love you so much. So much that I will defeat the Gods just for you to look at me with those pretty eyes of yours. You love me,right? You always waiting for me,right? You will always look at me in loving gaze,right?"

"I love you but..."

"But?"

"I love you but not this kind of love,Tartaglia.."

He closed his mouth while staring at you,speechless. Do you fear of him now? Do you not want to have a family with him after this? Or.. your heart already belong to that damn Zhongli..

"I love you,[y/n].."

That was his last words before his lips crashing onto yours,forcing you to kiss him like your life depend on it. Tears dripping down from your eyes but you nervously kisses him back just to satisfied him. After a while of his rough yet lovable make out, he broke the kiss and whispered.

"Good,good~"

You fell into unconscious after a hit landed onto your neck. You felt a pair of arms catching you from hitting the floor and you cant imagine what will happen next..

#yandere childe #childe x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #tartagalia x reader #genshin imagine #genshin impact angst #romance #yandere

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 1

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for blood, language, brief nudity. Later chapters will be M Warnings: Nah fam Summary: Local vampire finds out she can't kill soft human (because they're soulmates, baby), human becomes insufferable bastard, oops they fuck later. Soulmate AU where if one person gets injured, their soulmate feels the same amount of pain and receives a scar in the relevant area.

1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring

It’s not that you had expected to survive this- being locked in the dungeon of Castle Dimitrescu, waiting for the day you’re picked to be someone’s meal. Oh no, you had given up on surviving long ago, it was just that… well, you had hoped that someone with a softer touch would do you in. But here you were, too exhausted to cry, hanging naked in front of none other than Cassandra Dimitrescu. Her eyes were trailing you up and down, examining every inch of your skin, every flaw, every unique trait. It was like she was making a mental map of which parts of you would taste best. Goddamn, you wanted to spit in her face, or scream, or say something, anything that might make her feel even an ounce of what you had felt for weeks.

But you know that she’s already planning to kill you, and to make it painful. Why give her any more reason? Why dare her to find a worse way to end your life? There was no good answer, so you stayed still, just watched her move. Maybe if you looked bored enough she’d make it quick, just stab a knife in you and drink you up like a capri sun. Or, maybe, if you kept a straight face, she would admire your courage. Oh, how you longed for people to think of you kindly now, in your last moments, when dying clean and pretty was no longer an option.

Pulling a blade from some hidden sheathe, Cassandra approaches you with a wicked grin. There’s still blood on her lips from her last victim. Had they not sated her? Or had she been like this for some time? When she inevitably drank from you, how long would your blood remain on her lips? You weren’t sure that you wanted to know. In your mind, you picture her cleaning up as soon as she was done with you. It does not make you feel any better. Neither does the way she traces a finger across your chest, left to right, practicing for the incision to follow. She pauses to lick her lips, making direct eye contact as she does.

What happens next passes by so quickly that you don’t process any of it until the whole ordeal is over. The blade’s tip digs into your chest, just below your collarbone, before dragging along half the width of your torso. It hurts like hell, but you manage to keep your misery to yourself. But your pain is soon replaced with confusion; Cassandra screams, loud enough to echo throughout the basement, doubling over herself. In an instant her knife has clattered to the floor, forgotten. Instinct takes over your brain, the default programing kicking in, and you say something that fills you with instant regret.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is a bit quiet, and raw, worn out from lack of hydration. But it is enough, evidently, for Cassandra to hear. She’s rising back up and glaring at you, one hand clutching her chest. Something in her expression tells you that she thinks you’re mocking her. While that wasn’t technically the case, there was a part of you that found joy in this, watching your captor get a taste of their own medicine. The question left in your mind was why she was in pain. “I’ll take that as a no,” you said, again left with regret at your choices.

Now her hand is swiping at your face, nails cutting you open. Once more she hisses in pain, now clutching her head, shaking a little as she does. When she meets your gaze, you see that she’s more confused than anything. More than that, you see the marks on her face, knowing instantly that they match your own. Oh hell no, you thought, grimacing.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Cassandra growled through clenched teeth. Bouncing back and forth on her heels, she seems tense, unsure of how to process what’s happening. You feel the same way, desperately wanting to pretend that this doesn’t mean you’re her soulmate. Maybe the universe had just messed up, crossing some wires, or decided to pull a prank on the two of you. Either way it was better than the alternative. Eager to think about something else, you start considering your options. The first that comes to mind is ridiculous. Stupid, really. But would it amuse you? Absolutely.

“Not gonna lie, I feel better about the idea of you killing me now. Feel free to make it painful, darlin’, I won’t mind,” you snarked, lips curling up into a smirk. Oh boy was it satisfying to watch Cassandra’s response. One of her hands raises to smack you, only for her to freeze before releasing a torrent of swears. Hurting you meant hurting herself. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little aching? Haven’t you ever imagined what it’s like to be on the other side of things? Under the blade yourself, blood soaking your skin, eyes too dry for even a single tear? Poor thing,” you purred, tone as teasing as it could get. Apparently it’s aggravating enough for Cassandra to fight through the pain, as she slams her fist into your stomach, leaving both of you gasping for breath. “This is fun-” you pause to cough out a few drops of blood- “really, really fun. Hey, if you kill me, how bad do you think you’ll feel?”

Before Cassandra can react, either to speak or hurt you worse, the sound of approaching footsteps draws her attention. From where you hang you can’t see much, too many cells and hanging bodies blocking your vision. But your “soulmate” seemed to know who was coming. Her face scrunches up a little, and she adjusts her robes, trying to cover the mark on her chest. Had you not still been coughing, you would have sarcastically asked her how she intended to hide her face.

“What the hell is going on, Cassandra?” An unfamiliar voice asked. The footsteps grew louder, and faster, until the new figure stood in the same cell as you. Not even bothering to spare you a glance, she approaches Cassandra, reaching to examine her face. “Did a prisoner manage to get you? I’ve told you a thousand times-”

“Don’t fucking touch me, sis,” Cassandra snapped, pushing away her sister’s hand. Both of them are visibly tense, and for a moment they stand still, staring each other down. Then the sister (who you assume to be Bela, from things you’ve overheard recently) shifts her focus to you. Something tells you that she has no intentions of being gentle.

“Did you do this, you rotten little thing?” Bela questioned, glaring at you hard enough to send a shiver down your spine. But that doesn’t stop you from trying to have some more fun.

“Oh, of course I did! I rattled my chains real good, scared the shit out of her, made her fall on her own knife a few times. You know, like that one musical?” You must look insane as you speak, grin wide but face dripping with blood. If it unnerves Bela, she hides it well, though you doubt it does. As soon as you’re done poking fun she’s pulling out her sickle. Still grinning, you make eye contact with Cassandra, who realizes what’s happening a second too late. Then the two of you cry out in unison, as the blade carves into your shoulder. Instantly Bela pulls back, stunned, turning to her sister with genuine concern. “I might have lied. Rest assured though, it was for comedic purposes.”

The next thing you know the two sisters are shuffling away from you, Cassandra begrudgingly being dragged along by Bela. Though the younger of the two had been adamant about not receiving help, she now had little choice in the matter, skin searing from your blood bond. Even you are starting to breathe harder than you’d like.

“Was it something I said?” You barked, barely able to manage a fit of giggles between your coughing. Bela shoots you a glare over her shoulder, but quickly returns her attention to her sister. They talk, quickly, soft enough that you can only make out a few words here and there. It’s hard to make meaning from it, especially considering their vastly different tones. Cassandra is pure anger, gestures fast and wide, while Bela is oddly solemn, even regretful. When you finally catch a couple full sentences, things start to make a little more sense, though you wish they didn’t.

“We can kill them painlessly, in their sleep. That way you won’t have to suffer,” Bela whispered. She’s doing her best to comfort her sister, despite the tension in the room, gently patting her on the back. Briefly, you make eye contact with her. In that moment she looks equal parts executor and unwilling jury. But she looks away quickly, even shifting her angle to prevent it from happening again.

“No, fuck that, fuck this, I’m… I’m not killing them. Nobody is,” Cassandra growled, daring to emphasize her point by pushing Bela away. Now it’s her turn to look at you, brows furrowed, eyes betraying something more than just anger. Somehow it’s a million times worse than when she first came in. You strain yourself trying to look away, cursing the chains keeping you in place, resorting to closing your eyes and pretending none of this was real. “I don’t care what you think, Bela. They’re already my ‘meal’, might as well get what enjoyment out of this that I can.”

Again, footsteps echo through the basement. Tension locks your muscles in place, and your eyes are still clamped shut, to the point that you don’t realize your chains are being undone until you’ve hit the ground. Cursing under your breath, you finally open your eyes again. There’s blood on the floor, only some of it yours, and you’re suddenly aching for a bath. More than that, though, you’re praying for something to cover yourself with. Certainly Cassandra didn’t need to see everything, now that you weren’t a piece of meat for her to enjoy? As if reading your mind, the middle Dimitrescu daughter flings open a nearby cabinet, messily searching for something. Eventually she gives a hum of approval, then tosses a blanket in your direction.

“Put it on, dipshit, then follow me,” she snapped, already walking away. For a moment you’re tempted to stay there, sitting still, waiting to see how long it would take for her to notice. But one look from Bela sends the thought back to whatever crevice of your mind it crawled out of. So you’re moving, hastily, awkwardly wrapped in a somewhat itchy blanket. Other prisoners eye you as you pass, some shouting curses or even spitting at you. At first Cassandra takes no notice, or simply doesn’t care, but eventually the noise seems to irritate her. Turning back, she takes her sickle in hand and slams the handle into the bars of a cell. It’s loud, making you flinch, but gets everyone’s attention. “Next one to make a peep gets the blood eagle!”

“Is that, like, a sex thing?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself. Laughter rings out around you from the few prisoners capable of it. Cassandra is seething again, looking about ready to kill you. Then she’s shifting into swarm mode, spreading out wide, insects barreling through half the occupied cells. A few cries escape the prisoners, as the flies take bites out of them, cutting a perfect balance between pain and (a lack of) lethality. They’d be suffering for days to come, every movement making their wounds ache. “Not a sex thing, got it,” you muttered to yourself, just as Cassandra reforms in front of you. This time she grabs the blanket you’re wrapped in, using it to tug you forward, sending you towards the exit.

“Shut up for five minutes and I might let you put on actual clothes,” she growled, keeping one hand on your back to guide you. The offer is the closest thing to kindness you’ve seen from her, and you have half a mind to do what she says. Would you actually manage to keep quiet for that long? Well, you were certainly looking forward to finding out...

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #*evil laughter*#i know I said this would have fluff #but it turned into humor oops #yes this will be the best trope #enemies to friends to lovers

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xiaoderys · 4 years

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 (𝐥.𝐣𝐧)

pairing: tutor!jeno x student!reader

warnings: smut, size kink, bulging kink, fem oral receiving, punishment(?)

word count: 2.5K

requested: yes

Jeno poked his tongue in his cheek as he smacked your test papers down on your desk. “Where did I go wrong?” he said, trying to keep his cool but you just sat there, staring at the paper marked with the big ‘F’ in front of you.

He angrily sighed and rubbed his temples “I asked you a question, y/n, don’t tell me you can’t even answer a question as simple as that” his frustration was growing by the second yet you just won’t budge because frankly, he’s done nothing wrong, he fulfilled his duties as your tutor and did his best to make sure you were prepared for your exams but you’re a teenage girl and Jeno is a well-built guy matched with an attractive face, you just couldn’t help but be distracted.

The tension between you two increased “I already said I was sorry!” you blurt out in a high pitched voice and the ever so patient Jeno finally snaps “I spent so long-“ he slams both his hands down your desk and you were now face to face with him “I spent so damn long teaching you this damn biology lesson over and over again, y/n!” he groaned and you refused to make eye contact with him, sitting back in your chair. You dared to look up at him for a quick second and you felt his eyes burning holes right through you so you went back to fumbling with your hands.

“Just give me a good reason why you fucking failed the test we spent weeks studying for” and yet again, you stayed silent and emotionless to which he scoffed “you’re wasting both our times” he gave up and stood up fully, ready to pack his things and go but you couldn’t risk losing Jeno, now out of all times since you were already failing two subjects “wait I- I was distracted okay?!” he rolled his eyes, “really, y/n?” He said with a sarcastic tone, back still facing you “yes! I- I just- I got so distracted and everything just- poof! I forgot everything I learned” you tried to explain frantically and he turned to face you again “And what was this ‘distraction’ that was so much more appealing than passing your exam?” He crossed his arms, waiting for a decent explanation “you” you gathered every bit of courage to say it out loud but you were desperate to make him stay. He arched his brow in response “me?” you nod slightly while looking down as you didn’t want him to see the blood rushing to your cheeks from your growing embarrassment.

Needless to say, Jeno was intrigued by your answer, of course he was still mad about you failing your tests but he wanted to dig deeper into this ‘distraction’ of yours, after all, it was his job to make sure your head was straight and focused on studying.

He walked back up to your desk slowly “and how exactly was I distracting you, Miss y/l/n?” he tilted his head to the side, awaiting your answer “well you’re not exactly what I expected when I was told I was getting a tutor” you murmured and he hummed “how so?” you inhaled heavily, building up the confidence to tell him why exactly he was distracting you even though you both knew he already knows the reason why “well for starters, you’re hotter than 99% of the guys I’ve ever seen in my life..and you always wear that white button up with your sleeves rolled up to your arms. You always leave a few buttons unbuttoned, just enough for people to take a peek of what’s inside yet still leave some things for the imagination...” Jeno wasn’t dumb, he saw the way you would shuffle in your seat and go red whenever he said something particularly flirty. He knows that you wear that agonizingly short skirt and pull it up to your waist so it rides just above your thighs for him. The way you would sway your hips when he’s walking right behind you. How you would ‘accidentally’ let your pen slip from your hand so you could bend down in front of him just to pick it up which was so fucking unnecessary but it got him so worked up anyways. Jeno knew it but he wanted to hear it straight from you. His face didn’t show any emotion while you talked but he was definitely amused by your honesty “And don’t even get me started with your your hands, fuck they’re so veiny and hot, I can’t count the amount of times I’ve imagined them-“ you cleared your throat, stopping yourself from embarrassing yourself any further “hmm?.. why did you stop?” you swallowed thickly “I -uh-“ “you were talking about how you’ve been imagining my hands?”“I was just talking rubbish, never mind that..” he leaned down so he was eye level with you yet again “no, tell me more, I’m your tutor, am I not? It’s only fair for me to know about these distractions so we can find a way to fix them” you tucked your hair behind your ear and you didn’t know where the sudden confidence came from but something pushed you to spit it out “I’ve always imagined them wrapped around my neck” you kept looking down, not daring to look up even for a second “is that all?” you nod and you could not have been any less prepared for what he says next “You don’t imagine my fingers inside your pussy whenever you touch yourself? You don’t imagine yourself, legs spread on my desk while I fuck you into oblivion?” you looked at him and it was like he wasn’t affected by whatever was going on “n-no, I don’t” lies.

Jeno stood up fully again, grabbing the text book from his own desk “come here” he said as he motioned for you to come over with a single wave of his finger and you stood up from your seat, walking over to him.

He grabbed your waist and lifted you up on his desk and you yelped at his sudden action. He opened the text book and of course you were curious ”what are you doing?” “you wanted to work on distractions, right? Then answer my questions while I play with you” you only stared at him with your wide eyes, scared and excited about what’s to come next.

He lowered himself and lift up your skirt "let's start with the basics: what's the powerhouse of the cell?" he asks and your eyes gleamed, you knew this one. “It’s the mi-“ you were cut off when he slowly traced the insides of your thigh “the mi- what?” he taunts, his ego building up, knowing you’re already falling apart just with a simple touch “m-mitochondria” He smiled “very good. what’s the first step in meiosis and cell division?” “Prophase one?” he slowly took off your underwear and you can already imagine how dripping wet you are but your thoughts were focused in answering his questions that you basically ignored your arousal “good girl, now what’s the difference between prokaryotic and eukaryotic cells?” you spent a few seconds rummaging your brain for the answer and your face lit up when you got it “prokaryotic cells are uni-cellular while eukaryotic cells are multi-cellular!” he pushed your legs further apart, your glistening folds now fully exposed to him “mhmm, so tell me why you got all these questions wrong in your test?” he moves closer to your core and he looks up at you, awaiting your answer “I guess I just forgot” you said as you bit your lip innocently “then we’ll have to find a way to make you remember now, don’t we?” you looked straight at him and his eyes were dark with lust. He smiled but it wasn’t his typical ‘it’s okay that you made a mistake, we can fix it’ smile, it’s the type of smile that made it look like he was gonna eat you right then and there.

He licked a strip of your slit and you started to whimper to which Jeno of course, mentally took a note of “aww is my baby sensitive?” you nod frantically and he let out his infamous low chuckle “now, recite all the stages in mitosis, angel”

He was now giving kitten licks to your sensitive bud which left your mind all fuzzy “I-interphase, prophase, telophase-“ he continued to lap up your arousal and stuck his tongue in you which earned him a high pitched whine “metaphase, anaphase!!” you quickly answered in a whiny voice. He removes his mouth off of you and replaces it with his fingers and with the first push of his middle finger inside of you, he immediately tried to find your sweet spot “you wanna try that again, pup?” he was pushing in and out of you all while continuously rubbing circles on your clit, leaving you a whiny and stuttering mess “I-I..ahhh fuck-“ a string of curses and incoherent words left your mouth and Jeno was pleased at how your body was reacting to him but you haven’t answered his question yet “I’m not gonna ask you again. What are the stages in mitosis by order?” He added another finger and curled them both inside you, causing you to arch your back but he used his other hand to hold you in place “Interphase, Prophase— shit!” His fingers were moving faster by the second and you felt like you were gonna explode “Metaphase, Anaphase... FUCK!” you were so so close “is my baby close?” you nodded with an exasperated whine “please..” a reassuring smile was plastered on his face “just one more step and I’ll let you come, angel”

your mind was filling up with nothing but bliss and Jeno’s fingers inside you but you were so desperate to come, you tried to remember everything you learned with all the energy you have left “TELOPHASE!!” tears gathered in your eyes and Jeno was left with a satisfied grin “that’s my girl” and with that he hooked your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he ate you out. You tasted so sweet; so heavenly and Jeno swore he just found his new addiction.

He felt your tiny hands gripping his hair and he knew he was doing something right. Seeing Jeno devour your cunt was the most sinful sight yet you have no means of stopping him “Fuck, right there! Shit—ahhh!” your whines only made him prod his tongue inside your hole deeper “g-gonna come!” you squealed and he rubbed your clit while licking you up and down which finally pushed you to the edge.

Jeno cleaned you up with his tongue some more and was ready to pull away. Having only just climaxed, you were sensitive but you wanted more. You wanted him to fill you up and use you to his hearts content “c-cock..” he shot his head up to look at your fucked out expression “hmm? what was that?” he wanted to make sure his ears weren’t deceiving him “I want your cock, please” he definitely heard that one right but he was still worried because he didn’t want to push you over your limit “are you sure you can take it, baby?” you nod your head, desperate to feel him inside you, and that’s all the reassurance Jeno needed before he pushed his pants down and released his thick member.

He was massive and you started to get a little worried if you can take all of him “is it gonna fit?” Jeno cooed at how you looked genuinely worried that his cock wasn’t gonna fit into your tiny little pussy so he held the side of your face, brushing his thumb over your cheeks to wipe off the mascara dripping down so prettily and making you look like a hot mess “oh baby, we’ll make it fit.” He rubbed his length up and down, the tip angry red and leaking with pre-cum. You wanted a taste of it but that just has to wait for another time.

“Are you ready, angel?” You gave him a small nod and he slowly started to push himself in, making sure not to hurt you. “So. Fucking. Tiny.” He could barely fit half of him inside you even when your cunt was already dripping wet from earlier. He had to pull himself all the way back out and push it all the way in again for him to bottom out and you swore you almost passed out. The stretch burned but you tried your best not to move around so much.

It took you a few more thrusts until you could somewhat take all of him in your hole but you still couldn’t get used to it. “J-jeno, you’re so b-big, please slow down!” you sobbed which only drove Jeno mad “What? Am I too big for you? Your tight cunt can’t take every inch of my cock?” you could only respond with sobs and pleas but your walls clenching around him said enough and it only boosted his ego even more “isn’t this what you wanted, baby? For me to fill your tiny hole with my fat cock?” He gets rid of his white button up and looks down at your tiny figure as he fucks into you. He noticed a little bulge forming on your lower abdomen each time he went in and it drove him insane seeing your little tummy take all of him so he smirked and took your hand to guide it on your stomach, feeling his cock hit your deepest parts and poke through you “look at your tummy, angel.. You feel that? That’s the only cock this little pussy will ever need” his filthy words were riling you up even more which you didn’t think was even possible and you were now practically begging him to go faster “so needy and pretty” he chuckled, how could Jeno ever say no to his little baby? He picked up his pace, thrusting into you at an inhumane speed.

He pulled your body up and you immediately hooked your arms around him, clawing your nails at his back “God, right there Jeno, fuck!” you were holding onto him for dear life and was uncontrollably clenching around his length “so fucking tight, angel. How are you even taking my cock?” you brought one of your hands to grip the back of his head and pulled him in for a hot make out session. He was catching all your moans and whines in his mouth and soon enough, the knot in your stomach started to form again and Jeno could tell you were close by the way your grip on his hair tightened and your walls contracted so much around him that he couldn’t even move properly.

He started to rub circles on your clit to aid you in reaching your climax and your whines became so needy and loud “Come for me me, angel. I wanna feel you all over my cock” and with just those magical words, you reached your second mind-blowing orgasm of the day and he slowly lied you back down as he thrusts into you a few more times, chasing his own high, leaving you shaking and whimpering from overstimulation “I got you, baby” he reassures, moving the strands of hair covering your face to give you a soft kiss on the lips “such a pretty angel”.

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genshin-no-simp · 3 years

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Kaeya x Reader (Smut)

Pairing: Kaeya x You/Reader (Female Reader)

Sexual content below the smut.

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Information for information. That was how you and Kaeya had operated. Whenever Kaeya needed information on the Treasure Hoarders, the Fatui, or other agents and organisations he would come to you, and he would always have some information in kind. He always seemed to know exactly what you wanted to know in return. And the same could be said when you go to him for information, you always knew what he wanted. This is how you two had operated.

That is until one night when he came to you with new intel on a new growing organisation you were looking into and had nothing new to share with him.

"I have no new information for you. Perhaps I could pay you for it?" You had asked him. Kaeya hummed for a moment. Pondering the thought, when a small smirk made his way to his lips.

"And with what would you pay with? Mora? Blood?" With each question he got closer and closer to you, he had backed you up against the wall you were standing behind. He leaned in close, "your body?"

Your body heated up, you didn't know which one to say, you didn't know what he wanted. So you told him, "whichever you want." You would let him choose, and you would deal with whatever he decided on.

That's how this new deal came into being. Whenever either of you didn't have new intel to share, you would pay with your bodies. Neither of you ever complained. In fact the sex was good, occasionally you would find yourself in his bed or even him in yours for the night for nothing other than to satisfy each others primal desires. There was never any deeper meaner behind it. There was no love. Just carnal needs.

Yet that too soon began to change. On these nights you would find yourself in his bed, you would linger just a bit longer than deemed necessary for what essentially is a one night stand. Even Kaeya noticed that he too, found himself staying longer than needed. Waiting and watching you fall asleep before he finally dressed himself and left until next time.

When next time came, it had been four months since either of you had even spoken to each other. You wouldn't dare admit it out loud, but you missed him, terribly. Of course you missed the sex, the way his body made you feel, how easily he could bend and break you, of course you could do the same to him. After all this time, you learnt what he liked and what he didn't like. All the places he preferred to be touched but that's not all you wanted, you found yourself longing for his company, to hear his voice more than anything else. You wanted to lay next to him, get to actaully know him. Despite having a vast amount of information at your finger tips you didn't have any on him. He was the one person that was still a mystery to you.

But once again you wouldn't dare admit this to him, you didn't want to ruin what you had with him, even if there wasn't anything actaully there.

Kaeya felt the same but he too wouldn't dare admit it either for he didn't want to lose whatever this was between you two. He knew from the moment he had started to linger around you that he should've stopped this, stopped all of it. He knew he shouldn't have gotten close to you, however that was possible without communication, he shouldn't have learned how your body moved depending on your mood. Happy, sad, annoyed, blood thirsty, needy. He shouldn't have learned what made you tick, he shouldn't have cared what made you comfortable and uncomfortable. He shouldn't have let himself want you, not just physically but mentally and emotionally. That's why he stayed away for so long. He wanted to forget about you but he couldn't not even when he took a variety of other women to his bed. He couldn't get over you.

But when next time came and you saw each other again, it all came crashing down, like a cracked dam that had finally broken free from its walls.

You weren't sure who initiated it but it hardly mattered right now. All you cared about was him. And the way he was touching you, feeling you, his fingertips frosty from his Vision sent shivers up your spine as he caressed your thighs, as his fingernails dug into your soft skin as you bounced on him. His eye not hidden behind an eyepatch was screwed shut as he relished in your tightness, in the way your walls clamped around him, refusing to let go. Short, throaty moans escaped from him, he could feel your legs quiver, you were close. He wasn't expecting it to be so soon for you to come undone so fast like this, but that's fine. He opened his eye to look at you, yours eyes were shut tight, your mouth gape, gasping and moaning. Some of your hair was stuck to your face. He swore to himself, you looked so good like this, well you looked good all the time, but he loved this expression on you.

Feeling your end near, you picked up the pace, pushing yourself deeper and harder onto Kaeya, your moans got louder. Your orgasm hit hard. Harder than it ever had. Were unable to suppress his name as you came on him.

"Kae~ya!" You had never said his name before during sex, and never had you moaned quite like that before. It was so genuine.

Only after the noise escaped did you realize your mistake. Your body stopped moving as you bit your lip. Tears rolling down your face, dripping onto his bare chest.

I fucked up.

Was all you thought.

Something inside Kaeya snapped. He didn't need you. He wanted you. He had no idea what you could be crying about, but didn't need to be upset.

You were about to remove yourself from him, when he flipped positions, pushing you down into the mattress, as he sheathed himself inside you fully, once again. The action caught you off guard, a sultry moan escaped your mouth. His hair tickled your skin as it hung over his shoulder, you gazed up into his azure eye.

"Again." Was all he said, as he rocked his hips into you.

Again? He wants a second round? While you were a mess like this? You weren't going to deny him, but you were confused, usually he would've stopped the moment he saw you were in discomfort but instead he had you pinned to the bed. It only made you cry more. You didn't want to be used like this anymore, you wanted something more, you wanted it to mean something more. When you hadn't responded and Kaeya saw more of your tears. He leaned down cupped your cheek and whispered softly.

"Again...say it again, please." His lips trembled as he begged you. Never in all the time with him, has he ever begged you for something.

You heart thrummed in your chest, and that's when you understood so timidly you spoke, "Kaeya." It was soft, unsure. It was strange saying his name, while you were both naked.

It was a start, at least Kaeya knew you understood what he meant now.

"Again." He said more demanding this time, as he pushed deeply into you. His tip brushing against your g-spot.

You gasped arching your back, your hips moving upwards to meet his.

"K-Kaeya," you moaned your arms wrapping around his neck. He brought his lips to your neck leaving marks.

Kaeya continued to thrust into you, your moans becoming louder and louder as he hit your g-spot properly now.

"Kaeya. Kaeya! Kaeya!~ KAEYA!" you chanted his name like a prayer, as if it was your lifeline.

Kaeya grunted and moaned deeply, he didn't understand how hearing his name spilling from your lips drove him insane. He didn't want you to stop yet he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He crashed his lips onto yours.

Your eyes widened, this was the first time you two had ever kissed. Kaeya's tongue prodded yours, coaxing it gently into his mouth. You moaned into his mouth pulling him closer as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Kaeya hit deeper than ever before with this new angle.

It was all too much for as your second orgasm coursed through your body, this time Kaeya was close too. He thrust himself into you a few more times before pulling out and finishing himself off with a few strokes of his hand. His seed soiling the bedsheets.

He panted softly as he rested beside you, pulling you close to his sweaty chest. A smile graced your lips as you snuggled into him.

"I'm sorry for making you cry like that. But I'm glad you feel the same way." He spoke fondly into your hair.

You moved away slightly to look at him, "Kaeya..." your lips quivered as tears threatened to spill again.

Kaeya sat up, pulling you up with him, he cupped your cheek leaning down close.

"I do hope these are happy tears?" His lips brushed against yours.

Your hands rested on his chest and smiled with a little sniffle, "they are." You reassured him and kissed him deeply.

Kaeya hummed into the kiss letting you push him down onto the bed as he held your body close.

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