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cherryredstars · 8 months

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good morning cherry!

may i please request a nsfw miguel x fem reader where miguel is a business ceo (or any sort of high ranking position) and reader is his personal assistant? miguel gets hard while doing paperwork, calls in reader, and bangs her from the back 💗

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Little Plot, Degrading, Masturbation, Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Hair Pulling, Slight Fingering, Choking, Creampie

Summary: You might need to buy a new blouse and a pair of panties.

A/N: Screamed and kicked and yelled when I saw this!!!

Word Count: 2.2K (Barely Edited)

It was extremely unprofessional.

That’s what Miguel thought every time you came into his office, a cute little button down blouse and a too short pencil skirt hugging your thighs. He had to grit his teeth whenever your big doe eyes blinked at him, asking him if there was anything else he needed in the most innocent, seductive voice he has ever heard. Hates the way he had to grip onto the armrest of his office chair whenever you turned around to leave, his eyes wandering to your ass all the way down your long legs to the pretty heels you wore. He wonders if they were a gift. If you bought them just for work, just for him. Wonders if some lousy guy bought them for you in a show of affection. I can do better, he thinks to himself, I can buy you a hundred pairs of designer shoes if you want me to.

He shakes the thought away, scoffing at himself. He shifts in his seat, trying to get comfortable with the semi he’s now sporting. He grunts as he opens the file you had given him, picking up a pen and trying to get to work. But it’s so annoying. The sound of your voice keeps floating through his wooden door as you talk on the phone with whoever it is. Probably someone wanting to set up a company meeting with Miguel. He’s trying to focus on the words on the business proposal in front of him, trying to remember where he was and what he’s supposed to be signing on, but he just can’t. Not when the syrupy sweet business voice of yours keeps distracting him and each little giggle you let out goes straight to his cock.

His grip on the pen tightens and he lets out a stressed breath as he leans his head back on the chair. He sits there, eyes closing as your voice continues going on and on about whatever you won’t shut up about. He fidgets with the pen in his hand, his other hand coming to undo his pants. He reaches into his work pants, groaning as his hand pulls out his painfully hard cock. His thumb pushes into his tip, his hips bucking into the pressure. Slowly, his hand pumps his length, hissing at how good it feels.

It’s so dirty that he has to chuckle at himself. Here he is, scary CEO to one of the biggest science corporations in Nueva York, getting off to the sound of his pretty little assistant’s voice like a high school boy. He wonders what your voice would sound like if he slid into you. Would you still try to keep your work voice on as he thrusted into you? Would you still call him Mr. O’Hara or would you call out Miguel? The thought of you just moaning for him has his cock twitching in his hand.

Right when he feels the pleasure build up, right when he starts speeding his hand up, your voice stops and he hears the phone click. A curse leaves his mouth as his eyes snap open and looks down towards his weeping cock. His head is red and swollen, angry that he’s stopped jerking himself off. A vein on his neck twitches in irritation as he presses the button on his desk. Instantly, a speaker clicks and your voice returns, “Mr. O’Hara?”

“Get. In. Here.” He grounds out, releasing his finger off the button.

In less then a few seconds, your shy face peaks into his office, slowly walking in and closing the door behind you. You fidget with your fingers as you stand in front of his desk. He has to keep down a moan as you bite your lipstick-stained lips as you blink your eyes at him.

“Is there anything I can do for you Mr. O’Hara?”

“Yes. Get over here.” He instantly responds, pushing his chair out slightly.

With a confused look, you start to round his desk before you stop. A scarlet blush covers your face as you see his hard erection out in the open. Your eyes can’t look away from it, your mouth dropping open slightly. Miguel’s chuckle pulls your eyes away bashfully, a smirk on his face when you look up at him. He makes a little come here gesture with his hand, and you hesitantly start walking towards him again. When you get close enough, his hands grab your waist and pull you in between his legs.

A small yelp leaves your mouth and your hands shoot up to hold onto his shoulder so you don’t fall over. You look down at Miguel with widened eyes, looking like a deer caught in headlights. One of Miguel’s hands leaves your waist, reaching up and playing with one of your curls. The strand coils around his fingers, and he gives it a slight tug that has you gasping.

“You know, you’re such a fucking tease.” Miguel chuckles out, a lazy smirk covering his face.

“Always wearing these practically see-through blouses,” His hand leaves your hair and he comes to unbutton the top button of your shirt. “No use wearing them when they don’t cover anything up.”

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as he grabs the top of your blouse, tugging hard so it rips open and buttons can be heard flying and falling to the ground. The cool air causes goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin, looking down to see your white bra revealed to your boss. Quickly, your hands reach up to try to cover yourself up again, but you’re stopped by Miguel gripping onto your wrists. You’re eyes snap up to him as he growls at you.

He pushes your hands away, staring intently at you. Your bra pushes your boobs together, almost offering them to him. He lets out a groan as his mouth wraps around where your nipple would be. A startled sound leaves you and your hands instinctively fall to his hair as your face drops down to him. Miguel’s eyes are closed as he sucks and licks the fabric of your bra, pulling away to reveal a spot wet with his saliva.

Impatient, Miguel grabs your hips and spins you around. You trip on your heels, your chest falling onto his desk. Your hands grab at the ledge for support, causing objects to be pushed off the edge and fall to the ground. Your body jolts further onto the desk as you feel Miguel push up against you from behind.

Miguel grabs your hair, pulling your chest off the surface of the desk. His warm breath meets your ear and you shiver. “Mr. O”Hara! W-we can’t do this. You’re my boss.”

The little chuckle he lets out makes you feel small and it causes warmth to rush to your core. A nervous breath escapes your mouth as Miguel pushes your skirt up to your waist. Your knuckles turn white as your grip on the desk tightens, body tensing as Miguel’s fingers brush over the damp spot on your panties.

“How dirty. You like this don’t you, dirty little slut wanting to get fucked by her boss’s cock.” Miguel’s voice is teasing, pushing your panties to the side to feel your pussy lips.

“We can’t…” You try to voice again, your voice is small as your body pushes itself more into his fingers.

“But we can, it’s in the job description, remember?” Miguel replies simply, finger slowly pushing into you. “You’re supposed to meet my every need.”

A soft moan leaves your mouth as his fingers curl slightly, pressing into your gummy walls. You bite your lip, squinting your eyes at the door in an effort to stop more noises from surfacing. You can taste coppery blood on your tongue, teeth biting through your lip. You look away from the door, looking over your shoulder the best you can with Miguel’s hand still in your hair. “Yes, but this isn’t… this isn’t part of those needs.”

Miguel hums, ignoring your small gasp as he slides his fingers out to rip your panties off. He shoves them into his pocket for safekeeping before his hand spreads against your back, pushing you back onto the desk. “Huh, guess you just missed it then.”

A sharp gasp leaves you as he thrusts into you unexpectedly. Miguel lets out a deep moan, watching the way your entrance swallows him perfectly. Your walls pulse around him and he grits his teeth. He pulls back to the tip, snapping his hips into you again. Your body slides up at the force, and his hands grab your waist to pull you back towards him. He continues the action, pushing himself deep into your throbbing cunt. You lose hope in trying to stop yourself from moaning, your noises filling his office.

“Such a pretty little whore, yeah? Lettin’ me use you like this.” Miguel laughs, watching as your body squirms under him. Your moans are absolute music to his ears, encouraging him to speed up his thrusts. Your body keeps pushing into him, desperate for everything he’s giving you.

“Can’t with those pretty fucking voices. Had me fucking my hand earlier to the sound of your slutty little voice.” His confession causes a broken moan to leave you. You can’t really think clearly, too consumed in the way his hands hold you tightly and how his cock brushes up against that sweet spot inside you.

Miguel lets out a curse as you clench around him, his hand coming down to play with your clit. It has you jolting in his hands, your mouth mumbling incoherent words. His other hand reaches up and grabs the front of your neck, applying slight pleasure that causes you to whimper. He bends over you, causing him to push deeper and for your walls to spasm. You’re close, you don't know how long you’ll last with him hitting your g-spot and his hand pinching and teasing your bud.

“Yeah? You like that, nena? Gonna cum all over my cock?” His words are cooed in your ear and you can’t help the small nod your head does in response.

Your agreement causes Miguel to grunt, quickening his fingers to press tight circles to your clit. Stuttering gasps leave your mouth, eyes rolling back as you feel that pressure about to explode. With a sharp flick of his fingers and his hold tightening on your throat, you cry out his name as you explode. His hand leaves your throat, your head slumping forward to rest on the desk as he continues to thrust into you. Your body spasms as he doesn’t let up on your clit. You don’t think he even hears your sobs, begging for him to stop as his thrusts turn sloppy. Your pleads are drowned out by his heavy moans as he snaps his hips into you desperately, hand wrapping your hair around his fist as he desperately tries to finish.

With a grumbling grunt, his hips snap forward and still. A weak moan leaves your lips as you feel his warm seed fill you. Miguel’s heavy pants mix with yours, trying to catch his breath as his hands slide to your hips. He pulls out of you with a hiss, collapsing onto his office chair that groans with his sudden weight. He watches with a soft moan as a mix of cum follows after his cock, white liquid leaving your entrance and running down your thigh. A small whimper leaves you as you feel it, looking over your shoulder to watch Miguel’s hungry eyes.

After a few minutes, Miguel grunts and reaches for a few tissues from the tissue box on his desk. He wipes off the cum from your skin, throwing away the napkins and pulling your skirt back over you. Hesitantly, you stand back up again, fixing your hair quickly while clearing your throat. You don’t meet Miguel’s eyes right away, looking at your heels on the floor before trailing up to his face. He still has a cocky smile on his face as he tucks his cock back into his pants. He gently guides you to the side of his desk, grabbing the file and pen that fell.

You watch in shock as he opens it, beginning to work as if he didn’t just fuck you over his desk seconds ago. He chuckles at your shocked expression, not looking up from his work. “Be a doll and get me a coffee, yeah?”

Your mouth falls open more at his casual request. You blink at him, before straightening up and fixing up your blouse the best you can. You reply with a curt ‘yes, sir’, before you begin walking towards the door. The breeze between your legs makes you stop before you exit, warmth flooding your cheeks as you slowly turn around.

“Um, Mr. O’Hara,” You don’t look at him as you clear your throat, “Can I have my panties back, please?”

Even with his face turned towards his desk, you can see the small smile on his face, “Don’t know what you mean, I’m afraid.”

Your eyes widen and you resist the urge to stomp your foot like a child. You nod, letting out a deep breath as you clench your hands. As you open the door and are about to close it, your annoying ass boss calls out: “Two sugars.”

Reverse AU Part 1.5 Part 2

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grimesgirll · 2 months

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you want to know what his deal is.

why the only facial expression he can manage is a scowl, why he seems so pent up.

rick grimes is a mystery to you.

some spooky backstory is written all over his face but there’s never been a clue of it otherwise - and you can only tell because you spend so much time watching him.

you never imagined yourself becoming obsessed with a man twice your age but here you are. you want to know what his face looks like when he cums. the older man is rotting your brain from the inside out.

it’s not until he stumbles upon you boxing alone in the empty gym that you realize it was on his mind too.

he doesn’t say anything upon entering and his footsteps are light but his reflection in the mirror gives him away. he’s watching from the stairwell as you go through your close combat training. it’s a rigorous routine recommended to you by one of your superiors that you feel deep in your core.

you pack power into every punch; trying to land blows strategically and not just wherever your own pent up sexual frustration sends them.

rick can’t help it when the once familiar straining in his pants starts up. he wordlessly runs a hand through his dark hair. despite the uneasy tension between the two of you, rick wants to get to know you better. not too well but well enough to know how you look after you get all of that energy out of your system.

he's lost in a daydream in the sleek underground training facility. the sound of footsteps exiting to the right breaks him out of his thoughts - thoughts of bending you over the weight lifting bench.

you traipse into the women’s locker room off the forest green paneled hallway.

he shouldn’t be thinking about following you.

you’re way too young for him.

before former private grimes can fully talk himself out of it, the image of you during one of your trainings materializes in his mind. he was supervising the new cadets - you, formerly - and you were stretching with the rest of your counterparts. you’d been in a standing straddle when you two locked eyes with each other.

the delicate balance of maintaining eye contact while not outright staring at your ass only took a few seconds to blur. rick was quickly turning his head and keeping his eyes averted.

ever since then, you’d caught hurried glimpses of each other. sometimes it felt like the older man’s eyes lingered on you though, like he was boring into you on another level.

you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t on your mind.

being freshly twenty a decade into the apocalypse didn’t make for the best dating scene. yeah, dating someone who could easily be your father was wild, but you didn’t have many other viable options. rick pushed all the right buttons for you no one else could.

as the water cascades down your back under the showerhead, your hand drifts below your abdomen to cup your sensitive bundle of nerves. you push past the semi-thick layer of hair covering your folds until your pointer finger is dipping inside of you.

despite it being your own fingers penetrating you, you still moan out loud, thankful that the showers are so empty and remote enough that you can enjoy having them all to yourself. you exhale and speed up your ministration. you add a finger for the added challenge. a third is sliding towards your entrance when you hear the shuffle of feet.

you cock your head. there's no reason for anyone else to be in here. there weren't many other female officers and all of the ones you knew trained here on much different schedules.

it's probably just the loud banging fan you and one of the female helicopter pilots had bitched together about. you ignore it and go back to your shower, sticking your head back enough that the shower is massaging your scalp, meanwhile your fingers massage your clit and your spongy insides.

god, you wish rick was here. his fingers were pretty large. coming in his embrace had to feel so fulfilling.

your taboo thoughts are interrupted by a loud banging. removing your fingers is an inconvenient affair, as you can't ignore that so you slowly creep towards the shower entrance, slipping past the curtain to see the subject of your shower fantasies standing before you.

the sage green towel you'd brought with is laying soaked on teh tiled floor while rick turns and smiles sheepishly at you. "this isn't what it looks like."

"i'm sure it's not."

rick averts his eyes and rotates to face the lockers. "i'm sorry. i can get you another towel."

you suddenly remember that you're on your feet naked. a rose blush colors your face. your cheeks grow even redder when you notice the massive bulge in his pants.

"is this turning you on?"

"what?"

"is seeing me naked turning you on?" you elaborate. please turn around, you hope.

"i'm not looking at you," he chides your name. "that's why i asked if you wanted a towel."

"if you didn't want to fuck me you would've left already."

regardless of facing the other way, rick's entire body tenses. a select few of his muscles twinge.

"you walked in on me-,"

"-that was an accident."

"yeah, yeah, rick," you chuckle.

the older man is raising an eyebrow when he turns around to face you. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to see you like-like this but don't forget that i'm your commanding officer."

“i’ll forgive you if you fuck me.”

a gasp exits your mouth when you observe him grasp his crotch at your words.

"your place or mine?"

it's not long before you've found semi-appropriate apparel to ditch the gym in as you follow rick back to his townhouse on base.

the soldier is pushing you through the door. it doesn't seem like he cares when you stumble across the threshold. he just slaps your ass, gesturing to the stairs.

your feet carry you robotically up the tiny staircase until you're walking into a bedroom. you don't spend long on your feet though because rick is shoving you onto the bed roughly. you want to be taken aback at the treatment; however you can't say that you're surprised that rick is such a rough lover.

“you want me to take it off?”

rick is referring to the black hand edging nearer to your spandex clothed pussy.

you shake your head. “i don’t mind,” you assure him, shutting your hips closer to a black, prosthetic finger.

"easy enough," he remarks and leans down to capture your velvety lips in a bruising battle of tongues that you lose immediately.

he goes to pull down your shorts but you stop him. you sit up on your knees and lay your hands over the strict outline in his pants.

"fuck," he rasps.

"want me to suck you off?"

"only if you get on your knees now."

he doesn't have to tell you twice. you undo his pants in olympic record time, lapping at the head of his already engorged cock. you don't tease him; his shaft is hitting the back of your throat before you know it and he has to breathe deeply to prevent himself from thrusting the rest of him down your throat.

rick had seen the way your eyes had widened at the sight of his erection back in the showers. you probably didn't anticipate this kind of behavior from a man his age. he wants to be gentle for you but that would just make it personal.

you're a junior officer who he should not be fraternizing like this with but he can't resist the hot, suction your tight little mouth is providing. not when you take him so well.

"good job, sweetheart," he praises. "a little lower," he plants his hands in your hair and manually forces your lips farther down his girthy length. "that's it, honey."

it isn't long before his dick is covered in spit and with every thrust, you're fighting off a gag. you do your best to swallow around his cock, reveling in the moans erupting from him as his hands dug further into your soft, gossamer hair.

“take a break, sweetheart,” rick pulls you off of his cock.

“you about ready?” he inquires, lazily pumping a prosthetic finger into you and his other hand around his cock.

you nod eagerly. he doesn't say anything - just works another unforgiving, bionic finger into you. "rick!" you whimper.

the southerner sends you an icy blue glare. "what was that?"

you gulp. "i'm sorry, sir."

rick smirks at you. "are you?"

"mhmm."

"how will you make it up to me?"

your hips writhe against his soft mattress beneath you. "sir, i want to make it up to you with my tight pussy, sir!"

his smirk grows. "ready whenever you are."

"i'm ready now, sir. i'm ready for your big cock."

you thought you'd be following along but you completely lose the plot when rick replaces his cyborg fingers with his fleshy cock and you're screaming.

"shh, hush!" rick slaps a hand over your mouth.

you scream muffled around his hand as he inserts each punishing inch into you. the stretch is intense and searing and you think you're going to pass out but after ninety seconds of feeling like rick would tear you part - you convulse around him.

"damn, already?"

you want to be embarrassed but you're hard pressed to care as your senior officer continues his brutal assault on your inexperienced pussy.

is he in my cervix? you ponder.

you crane your head backwards to spectate as the older soldier tunnels in and out of you. he has to be rearranging your kidneys and he has to be loving it from how dilated his pupils are. your tall, dark, and handsome superior is lost in your unrelenting cunt, head tipping back when he paints your plush insides white for the first time.

returning to earth momentarily, he discovers your eyes so intently laser focused on his. he scowls.

you grimace when he briefly slides out of you, but any complaints are momentarily paused when you get a mouth full of pillow.

this feels wrong. like he shouldn’t be fucking the young woman whose twentieth birthday his small battalion celebrated just the other week. it’s arduous to convince himself that this all wrong though - how can he when you’re clenching around him and mewling his name?

“rick!”

“you plannin’ on wakin’ up the rest of base?”

you shake your head, struggling to contain your moans - how can you when the older man is fucking the daylights out of you?

“be a good girl and shut up.” rick commands, reaching around to prod a finger at your lips and into your mouth. without asking, you go ahead and suck on his firm digits. the groans you elicit have you murmuring around his finger. “much better,” he commends you, rewarding you with a playful slap on your ass.

the sting reverberates through your pussy. the corresponding cry that comes from you only causes the man mercilessly filling you up to snort, landing another spank. he chuckles when you pulse around him.

“again already?”

has anyone ever told you you’re too big? you want to ask, but without the energy you just nod and hum.

the soldier’s speed only becomes more frantic. you can tell he’s finally close again from the way he’s digging his fingernails into your hips and burying himself deep inside of your already coated cunt.

yeah, he has to be my touching my cervix. you decide. probably ripped it open.

you feel ripped open by rick. it doesn't matter though, he doesn't slow even as your sopping cunt is leaking with your slick and his first load. his second release reaches even deeper inside of you, being plugged by rick's thick length as he collapses on top of you.

rick rolls over slightly, graying chestnut curls falling in his face as he gathers you closer to him. still inside of you, he's hard like bedrock. a hand reaches up to squeeze at your chest.

you whine when his mouth washes over your rosy bud and he grazes his teeth as well. "rick, too much." you pout at him, lips swollen.

“you think I’m done?”

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rin-fukuroi · 7 months

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𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭 [𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞]

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Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail Pairings: yan!Blade x Fem!reader Warnings: NSFW, modern AU, biker!Blade, yandere, dub-con, loss of virginity, oral sex, rough sex, light suffocation.

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

I think this image is perfect for Blade. He's perfect as a yandere and the bike makes him even hotter, don't u think so? (≧◡≦) ♡

Every evening, as you trudged wearily from your office to your house, you were accompanied by the loud rumble of a motorcycle, dispelling the silence of deserted streets. You didn't know the man who always seems to be intentionally nearby when you're lazily walking along the sadly familiar alleys, but you saw him a couple of times, admiring his bike when he stopped near your office building during your lunch break.

A tall, perfectly built, gloomy-looking man leaned impressively against the seat of a motorcycle, clutching a smoking cigarette between his long index and middle fingers, framed by the soft leather of a black glove. His long blue-black curls with burgundy tips couldn't help but delight you no less than his fiery eyes fixed on the phone in his other hand. He looks so relaxed and indifferent, as if immersed in his own world and not noticing anything that is happening around him.

You are so mesmerized by how his muscular chest slowly rises in time with his measured breathing, how his long bangs flutter in the wind, how his long eyelashes lightly touch his cheeks when he blinks, and how the scarlet earring makes a vaguely quiet tinkling sound, swaying from the air… And, damn, how is it not hot for him to stand in the sun when, no matter how hard you try, your gaze stubbornly could not find a single bare part of his body? A black leather jacket suits this man so well, emphasizing the slight curve of his waist and broad shoulders, and black jeans hug the seductive muscles of his calves and muscular thighs.

— Wanna go for a ride?

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a velvety low voice, just to match the appearance of this man. Just as sexy and alluring, but dangerous and dark, as well as the aura emanating from him.

— No, no, not at all!.. Mmm, I'm looking, but I'm not touching.

— Hm. It's not the first time I've caught you looking at my bike. You have nothing to worry about, I'm a good driver, — the man throws a cigarette on the asphalt and quickly crushes it with his foot, not taking his eyes off you.

What surprised you was the way he addressed you so familiar, even though you don't even know each other… But maybe that was the impetus for you to desire this man and want to know more about him.

You are always so careful, even a little cowardly, but then why are you now pressing your chest against someone else's back, your arms are wrapped around his waist, and you shamelessly inhale the fragrance coming from a stranger? He smells of tobacco and expensive cologne, so alluring that you can't help but keep your nose buried in his hair longer in the hope that he won't notice.

You hear the roar of the engine, feel the muscles of his back tense up when he lifts his leg off the ground and the motorcycle starts to go. Slowly at first, while he carefully drives around cars standing in traffic. But then it picks up incredible speed when you go out on a deserted straight. You tremble, clinging to the man's body like a lifeline, and close your eyes, frightened by how the bushes and signs on both sides of the road blur before your eyes. A strong wind meets the bare skin of your arms and legs. It wasn't the best idea to agree to this adventure when you were wearing your work blouse and skirt, but the offer was too tempting to refuse. No matter how much fear tormented you, adrenaline was raging in your blood. You have given up any dangers, any adventures for so long, preferring a measured quiet life to the extreme, that this trip has become for you like a breath of fresh air, the need for which you did not even know.

The next time you were already less afraid, willingly jumping on his bike the next day, and the next after that, and throughout the week. Trips with him have become long-awaited for you after hard working days, and on weekends, for the first time in your life, you couldn't wait for Monday to meet this man again. You didn't know how he ended up near your office, what he was doing there, whether he worked with you in the same company and what the hell his name was. But it wasn't so important to you, because he just made you a little happier.

On your first day off, you looked disappointed in the refrigerator, catching yourself thinking that it looks like you should still go out to the store. The last meal was over at lunch, but you feel your stomach cramping with hunger, realizing that it does not tolerate until tomorrow. You lazily grab your bag, jump into your sneakers and look sadly at the darkness outside the window. You don't like going out in the evenings, and you've almost come to an agreement with yourself that you should just order food for dinner, but this would only postpone the solution to the problem for tomorrow.

Your legs barely carry you to the nearest grocery store, and you freeze when the familiar sound of a humming motor cuts into your ears. Stunned eyes meet with fiery irises glowing in the dark, a man leaning against his bike near the entrance to the store, still smoking a cigarette in his hand. You blink a few times, not believing your eyes. Did you fall asleep on your couch and it's all just a dream? Otherwise, how else to explain the fact that the same man somehow inexplicably ended up here, now, just when you decided to finally get out of your hole? You make forays anywhere other than work so rarely, usually going to the store on the way back from the office, but then why did all the stars come together right now, and you met someone you didn't even suspect that you would be so glad to see?

You pull yourself together, worried that your stunned frozen figure will only scare off an already strange man. Have you ever worried about what he thinks of you at all? Such a frivolous, without a second thought, who agreed to go somewhere with an unknown man at the very moment when you just started talking for the first time. He must think you're a desperate single woman, but what's wrong with him?

✧ ✧ ✧ You walk unsteadily towards him, meekly waving your palm. As always, a stranger puts out a cigarette, turning all his attention to you.

— Are you stalking me? — you giggle nervously, immediately realizing how bad your joke was, but at the same time fearing that he will answer in the affirmative.

— Maybe, — his voice sounds, as always, cold and dispassionate, making you doubt whether he answered with a joke for a joke or whether you should start to be afraid of him.

Seeing your confusion, the man barely grins before placing his elbow on the seat of the motorcycle.

— Aren't you going in?

You shudder, thinking about his question for a second.

— Oh, you mean the store! Hehe, right, yeah… I'm going to, — you awkwardly press your palm to your neck, dulling your gaze. — Then I think I'll should go.

The man just mumbles softly, following you with his eyes as you walk away behind the doors of a small grocery store. While you're walking around between the counters, you can't put your thoughts together, you can't even concentrate on what you came here for. Will he still be outside when you come out? No, it's silly to hope for that. You don't think he's really here because of you. It's all just innocent jokes, and he has no reason to pursue a boring person like you. What can you really give this man, besides your dull presence? What could he have clung to to show interest in you? Although, if you think about it, for some reason he always seems to be waiting for you in the office parking lot. Maybe he's a maniac and tried to find out where you live in this way? If so, it's good that you always asked him to drop you off on neutral territory and waited for the moment when he left to walk to his house. But what if he really likes you? From these thoughts, your cheeks are covered with pink powder of embarrassment, forcing people passing by to look back puzzled at the smiling woman at the counter with pads, embarrassingly covering her face with her palms.

It took about twenty minutes while you gathered your thoughts and threw everything you needed into the basket to survive this weekend. At the checkout, you were met by a bored and tired look of a woman over forty, who casually dumped your groceries into a bag before you hurriedly followed to the exit. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest when you cautiously looked into the place where the stranger's bike used to stand in the hope of seeing him there again. How stupid of you to hope for such things. You haven't even been a student for a long time to tremble from just reproducing his image in your fantasies. This man really awakened some inexplicable interest in you, which was fueled by nothing but short conversations and silent trips. You wanted so much to know something about him, but you never had the courage to ask him at least one personal question.

You almost jump for joy, but you stifle the glee that tears your chest when you see that he is still here. Maybe he was really waiting for you? You don't see any other reason why a man can stand outside a grocery store for about half an hour at such a late hour.

— You're still here! Have you been waiting for me? — you're letting out a nervous laugh again. It's a pity, you should definitely work on your self-control.

— I thought you could use some help, — the man looked down at the grocery bag in your hand. Ah, well, what a gentleman he is.

— Oh, I won't refuse!

The stranger straightened up and walked towards you, taking the package from your hand. For a second, you could feel the touch of his leather glove on your palm. I wonder how the touch of his bare hand would feel?

— So you live nearby, I suppose?

— Mm… yeah, it will only take ten minutes from here.

— Do you want to go for a ride or…? — I don't rlly think the eggs in the bag will survive this trip, — you chuckle softly, rubbing your neck with your palm again. Of course you're nervous. You don't even know his name, and he'll already know where you live. Exactly…

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You walked slowly along the sidewalks at night in complete silence while you tried to summon all the courage you had in you to ask a question that you had long wanted to hear the answer to.

— L-listen… — you hesitate, fiddling with the store receipt in your hands. — I've been wanting to know your name for a long time...

Did you finally dare to ask? Although, this is quite a reasonable question considering that it's not the first time you've met and it would be strange if you still didn't know his name. Even at the moment, it's strange, and you don't see any good reasons for him to hide this information from you. At least you calm yourself with these thoughts.

— I'm surprised you decided to ask about it just now.

You stop, eyes wide in surprise. After a couple of steps forward, the man notices that you are not there and turns around at your frozen figure.

— What is it?

— What does that mean? You could have introduced yourself if it wasn't a problem! — you cross your arms over your chest in displeasure.

— Mm… yeah, you're right, — for a second the man thoughtfully tilts his head sideways, looking at your irritated face, before coming closer. His tall figure casts a shadow on you from the night lamp standing on the left side of the sidewalk. — I'm Blade.

— Pff! You see, it wasn't difficult at all, — you try to hide the blush on your cheeks, turning away in mock irritation, but then you raise your head again, meeting his fiery eyes. — Y/N… You didn't ask for my name either.

— I suppose you no longer have any reason to fear that I'll find out where you live?

You shudder when you hear him literally voicing the thoughts that were floating in your head just a few minutes ago.

— Why are you…! Oh, okay. Just let's go already.

You walk around the standing figure of a man you now seem to know, in order to continue walking slowly towards your house.

Blade, then?..

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It seemed that the silence accompanying you in the last minutes of the journey to the door of your house weighed on you even more than before. You were so eager to learn something about Blade that when you were finally given a piece of information, you simply didn't know what to do with it. Does that mean you can ask anything else? Or maybe you should invite him to come over and have dinner together in gratitude for his help? Oh, you're not sure that your house is in the best condition for receiving guests right now… But when else will you have such an opportunity to be alone with him for a longer time and in an environment in which the roar of his motorcycle engine will not interfere with your conversation?

You turn around on small heels when you approach your door. Blade stands behind you and silently holds out the package. You shift from one foot to the other, not daring to take it out of the man's hand, it seems that you are going to say something, but you clearly have problems with it again.

— What's wrong now? Or did you just want to take a walk, and I can keep this as payment?

You snort, changing your mood again, like a switch.

— Very funny!! I just… I was wondering, what are you going to do after I leave? If you're free, then maybe you won't mind… No, I'm not insisting, but…

— Are you inviting me in?

— Yes, I just… What?! — you're starting to look like a scared kitten again, looking up at Blade in surprise. — God, it's starting to scare me how you literally read my mind.

— It wasn't hard to guess, — Blade shrugs.

— Hmm, well, then, I take it you don't mind?

— I think there is a window in my schedule at twelve o'clock at night. You roll your eyes, but then you laugh, turning away from Blade to open the door.

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Awkward.

This is the only word that was spinning on your tongue when you were standing in the kitchen and hurriedly trying to cook dinner for a man who was relaxing on your sofa in the living room. You gave him brief glances that you hope he didn't notice. Although, given the fact that he already seems to be reading you like an unfolded book, he may guess that you are spying on him like a schoolgirl in love.

After an hour of your anxious attempts not to burn the food, you finally finish and solemnly bring two plates of food into the living room. You've never been able to boast of any special skills in cooking, so you decided not to take any chances and cook what you do best. You would like to impress him, and although this is impossible, you should at least do the minimum and not embarrass yourself in front of this man.

— Ta-dam! I don't pretend to be a chef, but it should be edible and cover my debt to you for your help, — you put a plate in front of Blade with an improvised omelet decorated with neat slices of tomatoes and a couple of basil leaves for aesthetics.

— Omelet? Is it morning now?

— Hey, I'm making a really delicious omelet! It doesn't matter what time it is, delicious food is delicious food, so eat and don't be picky.

You put your fists on your sides and watch carefully as Blade incredulously picks up a fork and breaks off a piece of an air omelet. Only after the piece has sunk into his mouth and Blade's face has relaxed, seeming to realize that his stomach is not in danger, you sit down next to him, starting to eat your portion.

— Is it delicious.

— Hm. It's edible.

— God, you could have chosen a nicer word, — you sigh, stabbing another piece on the fork before smiling. — I'm glad you like it.

— So you invite everyone to your place and treat them with an omelet who will lend you a helping hand?

— Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Of course not.

— Hmm, then what did I do to deserve such an honor? — Blade pushes his empty plate away and leans back on the sofa, watching you chew slowly, seemingly considering his answer.

— Mm… I don't know. Maybe I just feel like I can trust you.

— Is that so?

— Oh, what do you want me to say? I just did it because I wanted to.

— I think there are other reasons for that.

The fork slips out of your hand, clattering to the floor when you catch Blade's face in your peripheral vision, too close to yours. So much so that you can feel his breath and the familiar pleasant aroma coming from him, mixed with tobacco notes.

— W—what are you doing?

— You're blushing, Y/N, — you feel the touch of a cold leather glove on your cheek. In the dimness of the room, lit only by a couple of nightlights, Blade's face seems simply unearthly. So handsome, such perfect features, such mesmerizing eyes that you can't tear yourself away from. You flinch when Blade snatches the plate out of your hand, putting it on the coffee table where you are sitting. — Did you know that your liking for me is too obvious?

— I—I don't know what you're talking about!

— Really? Then why are you letting me touch you now?

Damn.

Indeed, your body treacherously succumbs to his touch, and all your thoughts are clogged only with the question of what his lips taste like? On the other hand, there's nothing abnormal about it. You're an adult woman and it's quite normal to show feelings towards someone, especially since it doesn't look like Blade doesn't reciprocate them. Or does he need you just to have fun? No… He doesn't look like that kind of person.

— And if so? What then? — you swallow nervously, continuing to maintain eye contact with Blade.

— Then I don't see a single reason why I couldn't do it.

And everything around you seems to acquire bright colors that you have never noticed before. Your heart is pounding in chest, and your stomach is cramping with pleasant spasms when Blade's lips are pressed against yours. Even better than you imagined. Soft, slightly moist, when you bite into each other's lips over and over again, the taste is as pleasant as his smell, remotely leaving the taste of cigarettes on your tongue. His big gloved hands are walking around the curves of your body, and you can't resist it. You don't want him to stop.

You moan contentedly in the kiss, and Blade swallows any sounds that come out of your throat, pressing more and more insistently into your lips and thrusting his tongue into your mouth, allowing him to wriggle around yours. Oh, there's practically nothing to compare you to, but this kiss is the best thing that's ever happened to you. Passion and desire oozes from every movement of his lips, his touch burns your skin even through your clothes. You inevitably fall onto the sofa cushion when Blade presses down on you with the weight of his body. You feel his hands leave you for a moment, and the first piece of clothing that ends up on the floor of your house — gloves — flies off from his palms. His long fingers skillfully straighten the buttons of your shirt, and finally, you can feel the warmth of his skin on your chest when he squeezes your elastic flesh with his bare palms, without taking his eyes off your lips for a second.

It's all so much like a dream, and if it is, then you don't want to wake up anymore. Let at least today, at least now you will feel welcome in the arms of a man who has been making your heart flutter for a long time, while your tongues waltz with each other, not wanting to break away from each other. So sweet, so nice. Have kisses always been so pleasant? Then you should have lived your life differently, or were you just taking care of yourself so that your first real, such an amazing kiss happened with him?

You choke, grabbing Blade's leather jacket, automatically pulling it off his broad shoulders and sending it to the floor after his gloves. And at that moment, Blade pulls away from the kiss, hovering over you and taking a breath for just a couple of moments. His fingers move to the hem of his T-shirt, hastily pulling it over his head and throwing it somewhere in the corner of the living room. Even in the semi-darkness, you can admire how beautifully his long hair is tousled, how his eyes are clouded with desire and every bulge on his embossed abs. You can't resist touching his firm chest with your fingertips, tracing lines down his torso to the bottom of his stomach, where your hands stop.

You hesitate, suddenly feeling a strong excitement. You have never seen even what you see now before, and a certain fear that you can now expose his body even more has settled in your chest, causing uncontrollable anxiety.

Blade looms over you, still calmly and intently looking into your eyes when you blush and try to look away, hastily removing your hands from his body.

— I'm sorry, I'm just… — you swallow a lump in your throat, returning to your voice a tiny fraction of the former, already meager, confidence. — I'm a virgin! God… I don't believe I'm saying this.

— Mm, seriously? — Blade's big palms are returning to your body again. His long fingers slide along the curve of your neck, sinking lower and lower, bypassing the bulge of your chest and tense stomach, before reaching the zipper of your jeans. — Then I have to fix it.

You almost squeal from the way his warm fingers touch the bottom of your stomach when he undoes the button in one movement, then just as quickly to deal with the zipper. You squirm in place as you watch Blade pull down your jeans over your legs. It's all so awkward and so embarrassing when you notice how his gaze falls on your underwear, which seems to be already soaked to the skin after your kissing session.

Blade makes a brief eye contact with you, as if for the sake of decency, checking whether you agree to him pulling off your panties, but, to tell the truth, he didn't care about your permission. Thoughts of you have filled his head for too long. What is happening now is not an accident, but the result of strict adherence to the plan that Blade adhered to. The fact that now you are so wet, flushed and ready for everything with him is the fruit of his titanic patience. He wanted to take you even at the first meeting, even at the moment when your arms wrapped around his waist, even when your breasts pressed against his back. And even earlier, when he watched for months how boring your life was. Work, home, and then work again. Womans at your age prefer pleasure and entertainment to such a gray lifestyle, so why aren't you like that? He had many women who loved luxury, money and sex — all that he could offer them, but they bored him even in those moments when they opened their mouths. Not a single honest word ever escaped from their lips, only lies, flattery and lust, which oozed out of their every pore just to get what they wanted. But you're not like that. You're a boring, ordinary person. People like you are called gray mice, nothing stands out from the crowd. But that's why you caught his eye. Blade noticed that, despite the fact that you are quite antisocial, you are always kind to others, you are always honest and fair, incorruptible and frank in everything you say or do. The sincere interest with which you studied his motorcycle or the way you stole glances at him himself could not but touch Blade. A lump of purity and innocence that he should tarnish in order to make his own.

And now you are just as innocently and sincerely moaning, not pretending for a moment, but only drowning in the pleasant sensations that his palms give you, sliding along the inside of your thighs, getting closer and closer to your underwear. You're shy, you turn away, but then you turn your gaze back to him when the thin fabric of your panties slowly slides down your thighs to your ankles to completely leave your body. Blade grabs your leg under the knee, throwing it over his shoulder, and bends down to leave a wet, long kiss on your thigh while his eyes seem to burn holes in yours. In your pure and innocent eyes, on which tears of happiness mixed with embarrassment are about to roll, which you do not hide in any way, presenting yourself to Blade as you really are. You're not fake, you're real.

He closes his eyes, sinking lower, and presses his lips to the soft flesh of your crotch. You shiver and squirm, not saying a word, just watching Blade through half-closed eyelids, trying to restrain your moans.

— I'm curious, — Blade murmurs into your heated skin. — Did you touch yourself when you thought about me?

— Wh-what? — his question puts you in a dead end and makes you blush even more. Blade already knows the answer, but will you be honest or will you lie to him? — I… uh, yeah.

God, where did you come from? Perfection.

Blade spreads your legs even wider without delay, running his tongue over your wet folds until he reaches the clitoris, circling around it with the tip. You cover your lips with the back of your hand, unsuccessfully muffling the moan escaping from your chest. And Blade just enjoys your taste. The sweetness tickling his tongue like nectar, the only one in the whole world that can quench his thirst. He is insatiable, persistently lapping up the moisture of your arousal. Next time, you shouldn't bother cooking dinner, because that's enough for him.

You make such sweet sounds — music to Blade's ears. And how did he live without it before?

You've never experienced anything like this in your life. It seems so dirty and so embarrassing, but his tongue wriggles so pleasantly between your folds, casually touching your throbbing clitoris. It's all so new and unusual, and so… Excitingly. You just can't believe that the man you're in love with is now so greedily giving you pleasure. It all makes you feel so special, so loved, even though you have no idea who he is and how many women he had before you, it was all so unimportant. He's with you tonight, he chose you—and that's all that matters.

Your legs shudder when you feel Blade's finger slowly sinking into your insides without any warning. It feels completely different than when you did it yourself. You've always masturbated with such caution, fearing to feel pain, but Blade does it so persistently and consciously, as if he's done it thousands of times. You would like to be upset about this thought, but right now your head is too full of thoughts about how damn nice it is to feel him inside. You just let go of any extraneous thoughts, plunging into these delightful sensations.

— Oh, wait, Blade! — you cry out when you feel your walls stretch when his first finger joins the second. It's slightly painful, but the prickly feeling suppresses the indescribable pleasure when Blade completely ignores all your alarmed sounds and words, adamantly pursuing the intention to bring you to orgasm.

But it was enough for you how his fingers bent inside, pressing on some particularly sensitive point, forcing your back to arch and your lower abdomen to twist from a delightful feeling, different from how you brought yourself to a climax on your own. Much brighter waves of pleasure spread through your muscles while you writhe in the grip of the Blade, which does not slow down at all, prolonging this sweet feeling.

You open your eyes lazily when you feel Blade pulling away. You are greeted by an obscene picture of how he greedily licks his lips, glistening from the mixture of his saliva with your moisture.

— Now you understand what you've been giving up all your life, huh? — Blade lifts up, hovering over you. His lips are almost touching yours as he continues to speak. — But you've been saving yourself for me like a good girl.

From his words, a pleasant heat spread again in the bottom of your stomach. The tips of his long hair tickle your face as he lifts himself up to straighten the fly of his trousers. You feel ashamed again at the thought that you could have done it yourself. For some unknown reason, you are afraid to look down again, but you take a deep breath before coming face to face with what was bothering you so much a moment ago. All your anxiety literally recedes into the background, giving way to real fear when a massive, thick and long cock appears before your eyes, menacingly directed by Blade's palm towards your crotch. Swollen veins stretch along its base, and the head glistens from the pre-ejaculate oozing from the urethra.

— Stop! Blade! — you're backing away, unsuccessfully trying to bring your legs together. Blade's free palm lands on the inside of your thigh, stopping you.

— Hm? What happened?

— I can't! That is all… It's too big… — you mumble to yourself, looking away in embarrassment. Your hands reach for the edges of your shirt in a vain attempt to hide at least your breasts from Blade's eyes, but you are immediately stopped by the way Blade forcefully spreads your legs again, settling between them and grabbing your wrists, pulling you back. You plop down on the couch again, crying out in fright as Blade fixes your hands above your head with one palm, while the other returns to his cock again.

— You can. It's okay, it's what you wanted, isn't it? — the tip of his cock slides pleasantly between your folds. — Look how wet you are. I don't think you would have started flowing like that if you didn't want me. Then what's the problem?

— I-I… it's going to hurt me…

Blade freezes for a second before moving closer to your lips again, leaving a short, as if pretending to soothe kiss on them.

— It won't, I promise, — he whispers into your lips, and you swallow hard, sobbing softly from the tears that have welled up in your eyes. For a moment, you even forgot that he had just forced you to obey him by buying into a promise carelessly thrown in your face. You nod uncertainly. — Good girl.

It seemed like every muscle in your body tensed up when you felt the head of his heavy cock travel down from your clitoris before menacingly resting against your entrance. Perhaps it seemed to you because of the poor lighting of the room, but you are ready to swear that Blade's face was distorted in a sinister grin before his cock began to insistently make its way into your insides, stretching the tight walls that resist.

It hurts. It really hurts. Did he lie?

—B-Blade! It hurts me, wait! — you squirm in his grip, trying to free your wrists, but his palm squeezes them tighter, not allowing you to move under the weight of his body.

But he doesn't listen, continuing to persistently move further and further until his cock completely fills your insides. You scream and whine, squeezing your eyes shut when salty tears inevitably begin to roll down your cheeks. Only when the Blade reaches the limit in your vagina, he stops, exhaling heavily into your lips.

— See how perfectly you accept me, — his husky velvet voice whispers, settling an unpleasant echo in your head.

You don't understand what's going on. Where did the man with whom you kissed so sweetly just recently on this very sofa go?

Wait a minute…

You will suddenly be pierced by the disgusting realization that he was not a bit gentle with you from the very beginning. Everything he did was just his own desire. He never asked for permission, literally forcibly persuading you to what he needs. Is this really the person you fell in love with?

The sharp pain begins to gradually subside until exactly the moment when Blade's hips are pushed back to crash into your ass with force. And then again. And again. And again. His thrusts are deep and persistent, gradually gaining momentum. You do not lose hope of at least freeing your hands, twitching them in Blade's grip, but unsuccessfully, as before. His fingers wrapped around your wrists with incredible strength, seemingly instantly leaving bruises on your skin. You continue to whimper and sob, rocking on the sofa in time with his ruthless movements. Gradually, the pain mixes with a treacherous feeling of pleasure, which begins to intercept dominance, causing this pleasant heat in the bottom of your stomach. No matter how rude Blade was, he is still a divinely handsome man who chose you for tonight, and this thought began to repeat itself in your mind over and over again, like a mantra calling you to calm and relax. You should give yourself up to pleasant sensations, discarding all prejudices, because tears and attempts to resist now will not give you anything, except that your body will be covered with even bigger bruises from the way his thrusts become more and more lashing as you try to escape more and more desperately.

What a pity that you don't know that he didn't choose you for this night. You belong to him from now until you take your last breath.

Gradually, your sobs are replaced by stifled moans, and your lips open when you meet the gaze of Blade looming over you. His scarlet earring swings in a shock of tousled pitch-black hair, bangs frame his face, and fiery eyes do not tear away from yours, hypnotizing you with lust and obsession burning in them.

— Haha, does it hurt now? — Blade's free hand moves to your jaw, tilting your head back so he can get a better look at your tear-stained, flushed face. — You should see your face now. I resisted so much that now I give up and enjoy it like a whore.

For some reason, his insult only brought you even closer to the edge. When did you manage to become so depraved that dirty things like this began to excite you? You wanted to respond with something, to do at least something to refute his words, but the way his cock began to move even more insistently and quickly, stretching your insides and touching all the most sensitive places, literally knocked down any thought that surfaced in your mind. All you were capable of was making vulgar sweet sounds, inciting Blade to move even more vigorously until your throat began to tear from screaming.

His heavy palm moves from your jaw to your throat, pressing hard on your fragile neck. The movements of Blade's hips became so careless and the rhythm had long been lost while he was blindly chasing his own pleasure, neglecting any dissatisfaction that might surface on your face. But even that didn't happen. Because you're too perfect for him, accepting him for who he is and really enjoying the way he's using your body right now. You are sincere even in this, unable to hide how much you like how he roughly fucks you, forcing you to suffocate from the force of the pressure of his hand on your throat.

He can't hold back the grim grin in which his lips stretch when Blade notices how your eyes roll up and your back desperately arches towards him while a wave of the second orgasm rolls over your body that night. He absolutely doesn't care how sensitive you will be after that, he doesn't care that he can cause you discomfort or hurt, he just continues to ruthlessly bump into you with his hips until his cock begins to throb and swell inside your uncontrollably spasming walls from excessive stimulation.

— You want me to cum inside you, huh? — Blade coos, tilting his head to the side and watching the expression of helplessness and loss painted on your face as you open and close your mouth in a futile attempt to answer his question. In fact, you didn't even fully understand what he was asking, too lost in the fog of pleasure that overwhelmed your body and mind. — Hm. It's your first time, I have to be polite, don't I? — you groan hoarsely, looking at him through heavy eyelids and eyelashes wet with tears. — I know, I know that you want this, but you and I have our whole life ahead of us. I promise that I will fill you more than you can fit, but next time, and today… Let me be a gentleman, okay?

Even Blade himself was amused by his own words. He has never been a gentleman, never thought about how others feel, always getting only what he needs from life, ready to step over even corpses if necessary. But today, with you… Perhaps he really got a little emotional.

After a few careless thrusts and restrained quiet moans, his cock abruptly burst out of your insides. His palm released your throat, allowing you to finally take such a welcome breath of air, moving onto his cock, making several hasty strokes before you felt an unfamiliar hot sticky liquid flood your stomach. You were trying to catch your breath, still not daring to open your eyes, but you could hear Blade breathing heavily, now releasing your wrists and pulling away from your body.

You blink several times, trying to focus your vision, blurred from the drops of tears that have settled on your eyelashes. Only after a few moments does the vile realization of what just happened come to you. But all those words that Blade said… now they belatedly cut into your thoughts, scrolling over and over again. He wasn't serious, was he? You exhale heavily, grabbing your throat with your palms, before rising from your seat and feeling the viscous drops of sperm flow down the bottom of your stomach. You looked down, noticing, it seems, a completely ruined sofa, stained with your secretions, drops of blood, now mixed with semen. It all looks so terribly dirty, but for some reason you feel an amazing lightness and relaxation in your body. Is this how people usually feel after sex? It really doesn't seem like it was what you imagined, but you can't help but admit the fact that it was nice in a way.

You look up, meeting Blade's eyes. His long fingers plunge into the sweat-damp curls of his bangs, combing the unruly strands back. His lips stretch into a grin as he looks you over, noticing how messed up you are.

— Blade… — your voice sounds so hoarse and quiet that you can barely hear yourself.

— Yes?

— You're… You weren't serious about saying all that, were you?

— What exactly?

— Well, about that… That we have our whole life ahead of us, — you move your hands to your shirt, covering your chest with a thin cloth, and bring your legs together, awkwardly fidgeting in your place on the couch.

— Hm, — Blade bends down, cupping your jaw with his palm hard enough to make you flinch in fright, but not enough to hurt you. His lips meet yours again in a short but insistent and possessive kiss. — This is the pure truth.

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Kakashi yandere or jealous nsfw plss??🥺

Ooh gosh thank you so much for the request 😍 it's as if you knew I wanted to write today 👀 It's my first time writing someone as a yandere though it's gonna be interesting 👀

Let's go 🏃‍♂️⚡

Yandere Kakashi Hatake :

Yandere Kakashi Hatake would never let you leave the house without visible teeth marks and purple hickeys on your neck. If he sees that you are trying to hide them, don't even bother… you won't go out today, or tomorrow… not until he has immaculately marked your body to show that you belong to him. In addition your wrists are often bruised because of the ropes he uses to tie your wrists

Yandere Kakashi Hatake who when you come home after a long time feels obliged to take you against the nearest surface whether it is the front door, the dining room table - it doesn't matter as long as in the end you are full of his cum

Yandere Kakashi Hatake overstimulating you until you cry, hips banging against yours vigorously, filling your apartment with the very viscous sound of your releases - especially yours - mixing a little more each time he thrusts his cock into you

Yandere Kakashi Hatake who sniffs you when you come back from the village to make sure that no one gets too close to you and if he has the misfortune to smell someone else's scent he will personally make sure that they never gets close to you again

Yandere Kakashi Hatake who considers you at times more like an object that he owns. Tying you up in his worst moments in a corner of the house and only untying you to fuck you - sometimes he leaves you tied up

Yandere Kakashi Hatake who asks you to open up for him before spitting in your mouth because it's one more way to show that you belong to him entirely

Yandere Kakashi Hatake asking you very specific questions about what you did during the day while he is hammering away at you. It's hard for you to speak because of the pressure that is building up in your lower abdomen but you have to speak and be clear otherwise you know he won't stop thrusting into your body... you both know he has the stamina to keep you up until tomorrow morning - he has already proved it once or twice

Jealous Kakashi Hatake :

Jealous Kakashi Hatake who feels jealous every time you talk to Naruto, Lee or Neji, because now they are men and he is afraid that you will leave him

Jealous Kakashi Hatake who then feels obliged to fuck you very hard in his Hokage office knowing that one of the boys has an appointment with him. Knowing very well that they will hear how much you love his cock and that you will never think about theirs

Jealous Kakashi Hatake who grabs your hand as soon as Guy or Iruka says hello to you and he squeezes it very hard… a little too hard even. So much so that your other hand has to force him to let go of his viscious grip

Jealous Kakashi Hatake like Yandere Kakashi Hatake feels obliged to mark you to be sure that nobody will come to take what is not theirs. He does them more on your wrists or on your shoulders as you wear a lot of clothes with naked shoulders

Jealous Kakashi Hatake who edges you a lot. He is so frustrated with all those people who look at you too much that he eats you as if you were his last meal without ever letting you come. He licks you while he fingers you and when he feels you tighten up around his fingers he stops abruptly. Even if you tell him repeatedly that you want his cock, he doesn't give it to you until the pression for him is too much and he starts rutting his bulge in the mattress

Jealous Kakashi Hatake who has a breeding kink and once he decides to fuck you he doesn't stop until streams of his cum flow from your hole

Masterlist ⚜ :

Taglist : @malfoyscamander, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

#naruto #naruto headcanon #kakashi #kakashi x reader #yandere kakashi #jealous kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi hatake x reader #yandere kakashi hatake #jealous kakashi hatake #smut #miri-writes

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snowgsf · 11 months

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Character: Reader girlfriend of Jenna Ortega

Summary: After Jenna treats her girlfriend rudely again, you decide to vent about your relationship to its best friend.

Warnings: Slight mention of angst, Jenna being rude, crush on someone else?

Author: English is not my first language, so I had help from aunt google, sorry for any mistake.

- Jenna, can we talk? - The oldest doesn't look at me or answer me, she was more than 9 hours straight in front of that computer. - That's bad, you know? You have to rest. - Again no response.

I lean against the door of her office, I watch her, I bite my bottom lip thinking about whether to go to her or not.

- Jen-

- Not now, I'm busy or you don't see it?

- Clear. - I walk away from the door and agree. - Sorry, I just came to call you to eat, but from what I see you won't come, I'll ask Lívia to bring something.

She doesn't answer me or look at me. I leave there heading towards the kitchen, I see Lívia singing excitedly cooking.

- Livia. - I call the girl who turns around. - Bring Jenna something to eat, please. - I give a lip smile and leave.

Knowing Jenna as I do, she's going to kick Livia out of the office. I decide to completely ignore the feeling of anguish over the way the older one treated me. I just take my notebook and decide to study.

I distracted myself more than I studied, and when I finally finished "studying", it was already dark. I decide to stop for today, I look at the time on the clock, it was six o'clock, the last time I ate was this morning.

When I go downstairs I hear laughter coming from the living room, I decide not to go there. Livia was no longer in the kitchen revealing that she was gone.

I look in the fridge for something to eat, only find a vase of orange juice.

I open the microwave and see my plate of food that I haven't eaten. I heat it up and pour the juice into a glass.

When I turn toward the counter, I'm startled. Lucas, a childhood friend of mine, was standing there with a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

- Hi Sleeping Beauty, I asked Jenna about you and she said you might have left.

- I was studying. - I'm vague in the answer, I sit at the counter and start eating my food.

- You didn't have lunch today, did you? - Nego.

- Didn't feel like it.

I shrug and eat quietly, Lucas sits with me not saying anything, just watching me.

- Cat, you have to go back to your normal diet.

- I just didn't eat today, don't worry.- The oldest runs his hand through my bangs.

Lucas cracks a smile and I look at him with a dubious face.

- What was in? You have a despondent face, your face can be seen from afar that you are not well.

I start playing with the food on my plate. I could still hear the laughter in the room, especially the girl I'm in love with.

- Me and Jenna, it's not happening anymore. - Lucas looks at me amazed, he was the main person who shipped me and Jenna, in fact he was the one who arranged everything between me and her.

- What do you mean it's not happening anymore? Two years of dating for nothing?

- It wasn't for nothing, I still love her, however, our lives are focused on different things.

- Are you focused on her and her on work? - I bite my bottom lip.

-It's not the first time she's been rude, like, I know she has to work, but she gets tired.

Lucas stops to reason my words out, he analyzes me.

- You're giving it your all. - I mock your words.

- We are in different moments Lulu, she is in her work moment, I am in my college moment, we barely see each other, and when we see each other she works all day in the office.

- Have you thought about talking to her? - I roll my eyes.

- Try talking to her like last time? She kicked me out of her office almost on tiptoe.

- Do you want to finish? - I ended up agreeing.

- Maybe, just a maybe, I'm liking someone else. Lucas widened his eyes.

- WHAT?

He gets up from one, I push him back into the chair.

- Need to scream?

- Clear. Explain to me who the other person is.

-She's a college girl, we do the work together. There's no way to date Jen Lulu anymore, we're in different tune.

He watches me. A smile plays on his lips.

- Well, first of all, break up with her before, don't cheat on her, you know very well the feeling of betrayal. - I agree. -Then go little by little, because you know you love Jenna still, you can see it in her eyes, maybe it's a crush what you feel for the girl, last and not least. - He pauses and looks at me seriously. - Don't break up for the girl, break up for you.

Abor a mocking smile.

- I first Lucas, others are later, after me.

He laughs and agrees.

- Let's go to the room, our friends are there.

He gets up and steals my piece of cake that I had set aside.

- LUCAS NO. - He runs to the room eating the cake, I run after him and when I get to the room he put the last piece in his mouth.

- Sorry, but it's over. - I look at him with hate.

Greeting everyone there, I think of sitting next to Hunter, but Lucas does it first, leaving only the space next to Jenna vacant.

Lucas can support me in all my decisions, but he would do anything for me not to break up with Jenna, I know the play.

When I sit down next to Jenna, she puts her arm around my shoulders and pulls me into a hug. She intertwines our fingers and leaves a kiss on top of them.

I snuggle into her arms. Even though we're not as good as we used to be, even with everything our relationship is suffering from, like the ignorance, the stupidity, the way we're being cold to each other, even with all of that, I still feel at home in your arms.

Jenna leaves a kiss on my temple, I pay attention to what Emma said excitedly. Jenna brings her mouth close to my ear.

- Sorry about earlier today. - I look at her, my girlfriend had spoken just for me to listen. I look into the eyes that still cause butterflies in my stomach.

- Sorry.

I answer and leave a peck on her lips.

- OOoOopa, stop picking on each other and listen to me. -Emma complains and I hear her talking about her failed love life again.

- I love you. - The oldest whispers against my neck.

- I love you.

#emma myers #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega smut #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday adams x reader #x reader #love

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fandomwritingbit · 7 months

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Make Me Alright

Henry Emily x fem reader

a/n: wrote this on a whim so apologies for any mistakes.

Warnings: family trauma/dysfunctional family, drug/alcohol addiction, smut, unprotected sex, boss/employee dynamic.

It was manic almost from the second the doors opened. The diner was absolutely full, children shrieking, parents doing all they could not to watch them and waiters getting more stressed by the minute. The restaurant needed all the hands they could get and so, people were going for their shorter than normal breaks staggered out to try and reduce pressure.

You got your break at two o’clock and all was well… until you didn’t come back.

“Mr Afton?” A waitress called, so eager to get her boss’s attention that her voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

“What?” He snapped back, a wad of cash in his hands as he tried to finalise a table who’d just up and left, abandoning their tab under a glass for anyone to take. It was lucky that he got to it as quickly as he did and the stress of it made his gaze daggers.

“I-I need to go home. I finished 20 minutes ago.” She stuttered on the words, scared of how he was going to react.

He scowled as an instant reflex, but forced himself to breathe it off as he shoved the notes in the till. Stretching his fingers out on the bar in front of him, it’s not her fault. It’s not her fault- it’s not her fault. The internal chanting calmed him enough to face the lass waiting hesitantly for him. “Fine. It’s fine, go. Y/n can take over your tables.”

The young lady nodded and tried to walk away, wanting out as soon as possible. Stopping when he spoke again, “Wait, where is she?” His tone was touching angry again.

“I’m not sure, she’s still on break… I think.” He waved her away, and relief spread across her face. If that was true and you’re just sitting round the back, you’re in for a serious bollocking.

He found someone else to take over what he was doing and tore through the staff door to look for you, he checked the canteen, the walk-ins and the storage room, you were nowhere to be found. By this point he’s fuming and shaking with need for a smoke so he does the unthinkable and knocks on Henry’s door.

Well, ‘knocks’ is generous, he bangs on it and shoves it open without waiting for permission. After all they’d been business partners for years, if Henry was yanking it, it'd be nothing he hasn’t seen before.

“William- you scared the shit out of me. What’s wrong?” Henry was startled and laughed slightly, regretting his reaction when William’s frown intensified.

“What’s wrong?” He approaches his friend with his palms raised in the most condescending way. “We’re run ragged out there and I can’t find Y/n fucking anywhere.” Henry sighed, pushing out his chair and going over to his co-worker.

He’s very used to calming William down and instantly adopts the sensible diplomatic tone that made him an infuriatingly good businessman. “Right, go and take a breather. There’s no point getting pissed off, I’ll go and find her.”

He took more convincing but after around five minutes persuading Will to take himself outside, Henry left his office to look for you. It wasn’t like you at all to play hooky, you’re one of the most professional staff here, so he wasn’t angry with you, just worried if anything.

“I can’t do this right now, Lily. I’m at work.” You speak as quietly as you can into the phone, beg your sister to leave you be, she’s been calling you all day. Leaving voicemail after voicemail, each one spiralling into insanity. She’s shouting, crying, pleading. You had no choice but to call her back, you were worried about her, so on your break you slipped into a broom closet and prayed no one would overhear you. Boy, did you regret that now.

You can tell your sister is scowling on the other end of this phone as her words are venomous and dripping with accusation. “I never ask you for anything! Not a fucking thing! And you won’t help me when I need it.”

“You know I won’t give you money for drink-”

“It’s not for booze, I told you!” She practically screams, she’s a liar, you can hear alcohol in her voice, she’s hardly able to get a sentence out without slurring it. You feel bad for her, of course, but you can’t do this again. Pissing your money up the wall all the time just so she and her drunk of a boyfriend can front more booze and drugs, you’re tired of it and it keeps happening, over and over. Hell, you block her and she gets a new number or uses a phonebox just to reach you. “Why are you so selfish- You- you’d see me hungry, not paying my rent because you won’t support your sister.”

“Lily, you’re drunk. I can’t keep doing this…” Your voice cracks, emotions at an all time high, it’s futility, anger, frustration, sadness all rolled up into one wave of tears that has you sobbing in this cupboard.

Rustling on the other end of the line makes your heart clench, the sound of a low voice hissing answered by your sister.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh?” It’s a man’s voice, her bastard boyfriend. “You think you’re so much better than us. Acting like you don’t have the money to help out, you’re fucking disgusting-” The way he shouts these insults at you leaves you no choice but to hang up. You just can’t take it anymore. Struggling to see through your tears you end the call and block her number, knowing now you’ll have to change yours. You just wish she could pull through her addiction but it just gets worse and worse.

It’s as your lip is trembling and tears are cutting down your cheeks that someone knocks on the cupboard door, it almost makes you jump, but with the amount of noise you’re making you’re not surprised someone found you.

“Who is it?” You ask thickly, voice sounding nothing like yourself. You sound so emotional, it prompts Henry to open the door quickly, scared that maybe you’ve hurt yourself or that something terrible has happened.

The sight of you dishevelled, an outraged look on your face as you stare at him makes him panic. For such a beautiful and bright girl like you to be this upset scares him beyond belief. “God, Y/n. Are you al-” He tries to ask but doesn't get a chance before you reach out and grab him by the shirt, pulling him inside this closet and shoving him up against the wall. You slam your lips on his, motivated purely by the urge to forget about your troubles in the arms of your handsome boss. It’s so stupid but you don’t care.

You pull away slightly, reddened eyes looking up at him. “No, I’m not. Make me feel alright, Mr Emily.” You flash him a twisted smile before kissing him again and this time he kisses you back, he hasn’t a clue why you’re doing this, why you’re upset, any of it. But who is he to refuse the desperate way you’re clinging to him, your hands tight fists in his shirt. The kiss is rushed, no finesse in it, just hungry, your tongue eager in his mouth as you push up against him.

Fuck, you’re so gorgeous and that perfume of yours is driving him crazy, this feels like a dream, but your quick fingers grabbing his now prominent erection is achingly real. He can’t help but moan at the feeling, breaking the kiss to rest his head on the door behind him.

You just want to be so lost in the magnetic pull of the sex that you can’t string a thought together, and the equally desperate way he reciprocates your touch is just right. It takes him a moment to be truly comfortable enough to touch you properly, his hands taking a handful of your breasts and sliding down to the curve of your arse. You take that as your greenlight to start unbuckling his belt, struggling for a second but managing. It’s graceless the way you pull his trousers down, his boxers soon following, him somehow fumbling more than you to do the same.

His fingers slide over your clothed pussy, stroking a rhythm over your bundle of nerves, your growing warm slick sticking the fabric to you and sending another wave of eagerness over you. You interrupt the circling of your clit to pull your panties down, just wanting to feel him inside you. You take hold of him and drag his tip over your pussy before lining it up with your entrance and he doesn’t need any more signalling than that.

Emotions must’ve made you overlook the thickness of his cock because as he presses into you with a grunt, you moan at the way he stretches you. You’re so tight and hot around him that he can’t help but thrust into you instantly, not fast but deep, and you’re practically drooling. If someone walked past this cupboard right now, they’d no doubt hear the sounds from the two of you, which only got louder when he pulled out to turn you around and press you against the door. Shoving back inside and resuming a universally selfish pace of fucking in and out of you. You roll your hips against him near furiously, spurred on by an amounting tightness in your core begging to snap.

“Don’t stop, I’m so fucking close.” You hiss against his ear and the filthiness of the words threatens him to burst inside you. And he obeys, doubling down on the pace and trying to forget about the greedy grip of your pussy, tightening around him as you get closer to your peak. You need this so bad and it’s evident in your nails digging into his shoulders, your hips bucking against him without shame.

It hits you hard, forcing a desperate whine from your lips, your cunt squeezing down around him in fluttering waves. He pulls himself from you in a daze, unable to cope with your delicious walls. You have enough sense about you to grab his cock and stroke him through his climax whilst yours flickers away, his cum trailing down the back of your hand and a deep groan echoing through his chest.

Later in the evening, after you’ve bought and inserted a new SD card into your phone and told your mum that you’re cutting contact with your sister, you’re sitting trying to relax away the emotional numbness that today has brought on. But pretty soon a knock at your door has you getting up from the sofa. You open it put out because you’re not expecting anyone. And for the second time that day, behind the door was your boss Mr Emily.

“Mr Emily, what are you doing here?” You speak whilst stepping out of the door and closing it behind you, joining him on the front step.

He smiles sheepishly, “Henry, please.” After today there’s no need for such formality, the least he can offer you is his Christian name. “I thought maybe I could come in… and we could…” The words die on his tongue when he sees your brows furrow, a look of guilt spreading over you before settling in a hard expression.

“That’s not a good idea.” You speak firmly, you don’t exactly regret what happened earlier but it’s not something you want to continue. “You can’t just turn up at people’s houses- where did you get my address? Employee records?” The way his eyes widen tells you the answer. You shake your head and step back to close the door, leaving him standing there embarrassed and confused.

#fnaf #william afton #fnaf smut #henry emily #henry emily x reader #henry emily x you #henry emily smut

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akookminsupporter · 6 days

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It's incredible frustrating to see the narrative shift from " mhj doing illegal shit with hybe having literal proof of it" to " apparently hybe is now in a cult and bts is at the center of it because reasons"?? Mhj dropping names left and right and getting their respective fandoms riled up against each other but more importantly against bts because we all know kpop fans don't care about anything else other than bashing on bts :) we have literal fans of disbanded groups crawling out of holes to try to insert themselves into this whole mess just so they can make a tweet about bts when their groups haven't been active for literal years. Saying bts paid their way to the top but then they kept saying bts will never succeed because they can't even afford to pay their producers.. so which is it :) I've met a lot of people in my life but nobody was as fucking stupid, dense, ignorant and sometimes borderline racist as kpop fans. And I know our fandom does the same and I'm not saying we don't have people like that. But holy fuck. Kpop fans are truly some of the stupidest people on earth.

BTS shouldn't even be in this mess in the first place if it wasn't for mhj name dropping them and admitting that shaman story. It took me a long time to realise that it was indeed a true story and not just some fabricated story because holy fuck who in their right mind does that. We literally had everything from accusing them of every single possible thing that is known to men to bighit going to court for them just because some people can't accept the PAST 10 YEARS. Like these hate campaigns are literally insane and if everyone could just take 5 seconds to think about them, we wouldn't be here: I mean imagine if Taylor swift or Beyonce or Coldplay had to go to court to prove that they didn't do illegal shit. But because it's BTS everyone just dismisses it with "oh they are very famous it's to be expected" and moves on. Meanwhile it's not to be expected and it's literally insane that some people are running these hate campaigns against 7 real life existing literal living breathing people and so many people don't even bat an eye.

Apparently the k-gp is siding with mhj rn because the overworked and tired office workers resonate with her sticking up to her boss - while she's also a literal CEO and reportedly has been horrible to her employees? Okay I guess.

I have my own problems with hybe and bighit and bang pd, I have A LOT of problems with them so I don't want to sound like someone who is siding with the company, but holy fuck can we just get back to the main point? Which is mhj doing illegal shit ?? And leave BTS and le sserafim and seventeen and txt and I don't fucking know who else out of this? I'm not even a fan of any of them and I have half of their fandoms blocked for stupid shit but they have nothing to do with this issue and still get dragged into this.

I sincerely hope bighit sues everyone.

THIS IS CRAZY? And why is BTS ALWAYS THE BAD GUY?! WTF?

Im so fucking tired of Kpoppies 🤬🤬🤬🤬

#Anon #ask #bts fan opinions #Preg 196

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v-a-m-pxe · 9 months

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Strange- Miguel O'Hara x Reader

TW: Mother reader, Blood/injuries, Bathing together and touching Genitals.

A/N: This is a story i really didn't think much of but i really cant think of anything right now but this so here's a story of Miguel i also want to make this a series.

Part 1...

Miguel never really left the house after your first baby Gabriela was born he always stayed no matter if he had a really good paying job he just couldn't leave you with the stress of a baby. You never knew much about his job which was apprehensive to you.

Today was not normal Miguel just disappeared, He wasn't home in his office like he usually is. You had his location but he turned his phone off. "Strange" you say as you paced back and forth from the front door all around the couch.

You tried calling him over and over but he just didn't answer the call, "Miguel please answer me" you repeated as the final call went through. "Baby i know you are worried but i'm not coming for a while te amo mami" he says on the spur of the moment.

"Miguel what's wrong why aren't you coming home!" you say trying not to shout because your new born baby is sleeping in the other room. BEEP, the phone hung up after you said your words worrying your husband has been taken by a villain making you scared you won't see him again.

Fear is all you felt the unsettling feeling making your stomach clench and small tears run down your face. You hear a sudden bang and cry from upstairs which triggers your mommy senses to run up and see what's wrong. You opened the door only to see a buff arms pick up your crying baby.

"Miguel is that you?" you say worried someone else is in your child's room his black figure turned around facing the door way where you were standing. "Yes darling" he says still holding baby gabi. "Why didn't you answer the phone and where were you?" you say with so many other questions falling behind the main one that needed to be answered.

"Shh amor gabi might wake up again" he says putting a finger up to his lips, you wanted to yell at him so bad but you didn't want your little baby to wake up from the commotion" Miguel tell me where were you i was worried and your phone was off" Miguel put gabi into her bed holding her little finger. He starts making his way out the room into the bathroom.

"MIGUEL IS THAT BLOOD?" you say holding your mouth as you look him up and down wide eyed "Yes, my nose was bleeding" he said taking his shirt off throwing it in the basket on the ground. WOW you forgot how sexy your husband was but you were still mad at him for making you worried and scared.

Miguel turned on the water to the bath tub and walked to the room like everything was normal, His demeanor was way off "Miguel what's up with you" you say walking up to him softly holding his arm so he wont move, suddenly he pulls you into a embrace squeezing you a little.

"love i got caught up with work, i didn't want you to worry too much but i'm here now so join me in the bath and ill show you a better apology" he says holding your hand leading you to the bathroom. You could only follow him pulling your clothes off your body seeing him do the same thing.

You both look at each other admiring the moment as if it was a painting on display, Miguel gets in first spreading his legs so you cant sit in between them. He starts rubbing down your back and shoulders " Tell me about your day mi Vida" he says still massaging your body making you feel so good and forgetting your worries.

"I had a really stressful day without you, Gabi cried a lot, my back started hurting, i just needed a break so bad" you say groaning from the feeling of his hands on your hurting back. "Its okay i'm here now don't stress anymore" he said rubbing your stomach and down.

You grab his hand leading it down to your heated cunt, Miguel rubs at your clit making you moan his name closing your eyes and relaxing as he does the work of pleasing you.

You heard a knock at the door which made you jump look up and suddenly the door opened...

A/N: i'm always rushing when i'm writing but i actually like this story i hope y'all like it too part 2 with be up by Sunday...

Part 2 is up!!

#miguel spiderman #sexyvamp #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #Miguel and reader #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099

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vickyyoon · 5 months

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Insanity

MDNI! SMUT

Paring : ex! Bang chan x ex!fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst

Warnings: makeup sex, cheating, angst (fluff in the end), nipple play, oral (F receiving), smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dacryphilia-ish (well there's crying), jealous reader

Summary : you two were deeply in love but the picture was torn apart by his family. Everything changes when you meet your now married ex.

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You never found anyone else after leaving Chris, you became a slave to your work table ever since then, work was a form of good distraction to divert your attention from the thought of your past with him.

Well, undeniably you two fell head over heels in love with each other. Your days were so blissful. Back then to you chan was an angel sent from heaven. How he took care of you when you became sick and never left you for a minute, how he helped you do the house chores after work, how he used to make breakfast after you two had a blissful night.

You never saw the bad sides of him. Which was really not that bad, he was sometimes too good to be true.

The problem started when he planned on taking you to meet his family. You dressed your best, so decently hoping they'd like you. At first they seemed very nice but later they seemed to make it very clear they didn't very much like you. That's day when chan left to order at the counter they begged you to stay away from him. They didn't like you at all.

" honey you see we already have a lady for Chris, she's been with him since they were children." his mom said trying to sound nice but the shock had you speechless. They wanted to marry him off to a rich girl and girl who would benefit their status and business.

Nothing hurt you more than being called poor straight in the face by the live of your life's parents. You were more than sure those words will haunt you each and every single day.

" Com'on baby what's wrong?" Chan tried to ask you in the car ride home. " I Said it's nothing. I'm fine, I really enjoyed the dinner date with your parents, they were so nice you know." you tried to cover up with a smile.

" you know I'll find out without you telling ll me and it won't be any better. Yoh know I always find out" your smile suddenly curved out and a tear slipped as you reached the house. " You wanna know chan?" you tried to smile.

His eyes looked horrified looking at your state, what could have possibly happened to you that made you like this. He hugged you trying to calm you down. " baby what's wrong? Please don't cry." he whipped your tear pulling out.

" we can't be together, not when your parents have someone else better waiting for you. They dispose me chan, forget it." you tried to leave but his hand gripped onto your wrist tightly.

"what do you mean?" you told him every thing in detail. " you know I won't leave you, don't worry they can't do anything to us." he hugged you but after that day you felt awful for staying with him even though you were forbidden.

And ever since that day you felt so small next to him, so poor and out of league for him.

And there she was at the fancy party, Minhee, you couldn't help but feel so inferior to her, so rich, so pretty, so smart, so sexy.

Chan lied to his parents you two broke up so you only watched him from afar, never there holding his hand in public.

And months later to end the story you entered his office to see that slut straddling on his lap and though he saw you he couldn't stop. He did feel so guilty but that was when he was so high that he couldn't push her out and run to stop you.

Before him reaching home, you disappeared with all your things and deleted his number.

And now to the present you were a successful person who also has her own business now.

You never really got to see him ever after that, you basically did what you did and practically almost forgot him but even after the heartburn you had after leaving him, when you felt like your organs set fire inside your body, and after it being extinguished you felt spark of it still in you.

It was just crisp black and ashes inside you.

But sometimes you couldn't help but think of the twinkle in his eyes whenever he liked at you, you never saw them when he was staring at others. And every time you think of beautiful places and beautiful things, they always seem to remind you of him.

That's why you gave up your sleep as if you could sleep anyways even without thinking of him

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It's been years now since that incident. You were trying to move on but unfortunately for you, you've attached yourself to him when and apart if you belonged to him entirely unbeknownst to him.

It was your holiday, no office work, no stressing today and that meant trying to distract yourself without work.

You decided to freshen up and head to the grocery store to grab whatever you might crave.

You were checking through the candy aisle when you heard a voice that stopped your organs from functioning that instant. Your heart was racing and your ears were about to explode. Anxiety

" Y/n? Is that really you?"

You turn around to see a tall man well taller than you. In a hoodie, baggy jeans and a bucket hat with a shopping cart.

" oh hey chan." you tried to smile but when your voice almost disappeared whilst saying just those syllables, you decided not to, to save yourself from awkwardness.

" I thought I'd never see you ever again. How have you been?" oh that same Ole accent that used to send butterflies down your stomach, now sending shivers down your spine.You look down to avoid the gaze.

" Looks like you finally got married." you tried to smile looking at the shiny ring on his finger.

You weren't gonna beat around the bush, you were curious. " I got married a few years ago."

Though hearing it made you feel terrible but you hid it well. Back then chan could tell when you're happy, sad or angry but now you're emotions all look awfully the same.

"hey could we maybe talk for awhile, there's a café nearby" and you accepted it out of politeness

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You both sat in silence trying to pick up a topic. " so did you find anyone else too?" he avoided your gaze. You were steaming in anger. It's been years but you did not let go of what you saw years ago.

" No, I've been really busy in work and I haven't been interested too." you answer. Out of the silence, Chan looked like he wanted to say something.

" I left a few important things at your place years ago. I really need them. Do you mind if I come by and grab my stuff?"

What a moron was that all he thought about while talking to you?

" sure, I think I still have a few things you left. I'll be free on Saturday." you respond and leave the place.

-----------------💋

It was finally Saturday. Chan was supposed to arrive half an hour ago. You were dressed up, unfortunately for you your parents set a date for you and you must attend it.

Your date was supposed to pick you up in a few minutes too. Finally the door bell rang. " you're late. Half an hour exactly." you remind

He was never on time, he used to be late to dates, meetings, gatherings, parties etc.

" I know, something important came up at work I had to show up." he stared at you,

" are you going out some where?" he asks, eying you up and down. You wore a tight black turtle neck that made your body look much more prominent and a short black pencil skirt that snatched your waist.

He hoped it was a girls night out or something or a work related occasion you were attending.

You didn't respond just taking him up stairs. The room looked so huge and different. Especially because it was new but it made him sad to know that none of his things were decorated on your shelves or side tables.

" I don't want to waste much time of yours, I left a few untouched boxes at your place." you knew exactly what boxes he was talking about and handed him the box from the attic

" oh I also left a shirt, my dad gifted it to me, it was expensive and limited too." " which one?" you asked looking thoroughly inside your closet.

" the black and yellow one." that shirt was his favorite and yours too. It always felt so comfortable and soft, it still had his scents on it. It's been left inside for years but still smells like him.

You hand him the shirt and your phone vibrates in your pocket. It was a voice memo from your date.

" I'm sorry, I'll be an hour late for the date, I have an appoint-" you immediately closed the memo.

Chan turns to face you, " you're going on a date?" you look away. Even though yoh weren't supposed to feel guilty, you did. Feeling guilt was absolutely wrong for you.

" mh hm." you answer. " you're moving on?" what kind of dumb question was that? After years we're yoh not allowed to moved on?

" well yeah, was I supposed to be single for ever crying over you for the rest of my life? It's been years too, I should be moving on." you reasoned.

He faced the hard cold truth, it was his fault for cheating on you in the first place. " I didn't mean to cheat on you, she intoxicated me. I tried to resist but I was drunk." he explained.

You looked away. " what's the point? You're married now too." you scoffed. It ached him.

" I didn't want to marry her, I swear! But after you left me, I was forced to accept her proposal."

" are you trying to blame me for your marriage with her now?" you looked back at him.

" No, of course not!" he said.

" Why would I believe you? You could just lie to me you know?" he scoffed.

" and it won't fix the damage you've done. I've cried for months over it. I felt my organs burn Chris!"

He stood silent. Disbelief in his face that he caused you so much pain.

He came closer to you brushing his finger on you cheek and a tear slipped out of your eye.

" Im sorry, I really am, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to move on too." he whispered against your ear with a shaky voice.

---------------💋

Moments later you found yourself under him, both of your clothes stripped off and thrown away. He kissed your tears away whispering sweet apologies per kiss.

His kisses rolled down your neck to your collarbone and down to you chest. Licking your nipples and gently marking your chest. Covering your breast's in his cold saliva that stung you nipples.

He tugged and moaned while sucking it vibrations ringing up your spine.

He marked your belly, hips and was nearing down to your leaking pussy. He spread your legs apart to see it already leaking onto the sheets of your bed.

He tried to kiss it but you stopped him.

" take off that ring first." you ordered, pointing at his wedding ring and he did.

He licked your slick and rubbed your clit all while staring at your face till it drenched the sheets in your orgasm.

He stroked his cock, that dick you missed for years. " does she taste better than me? No wait, does she feel better than me?" you asked. The jealousy in your face turned him on.

" I only had sex with her one time, it was when you saw us but she didn't taste anywhere near as good as you, she wasn't tight as you" he said.

Placing his tip near your entrance. " did you kiss on the wedding ? Did you cry? Did you miss me?" you asked as you looked at his face.

He looked like he was about to cry recalling the wedding day. It was supposed to be you in that dress, you holding the flowers, you wearing the other ring but it wasn't you. He didn't want to marry her.

" I missed you alot." he whispered against your ear. Leaning on you now chest to chest. Entering inside.

That stretch felt so good, it felt like being complete again. His head was passed your shoulder. You could smell that scent even closer now.

He thrusted slowly in and out moaning at the feeling. He wasn't fucking you anymore, he was making love to you now.

" No one understood me better than you. No felt as good as you, no one sounded as good as you and no one looks as good as you."

Starting to reach his high he thusted faster in you. He was about to pull out when you caged his waist with your legs, locking him

" Claim me. Make me yours." you wanted him to cum inside. Your words swelling inside his head as he cums so hard that he's faltering and shaking even after.

He kept on releasing even after minutes. He literally emptied his balls. " What are you gonna say to her when she finds out?"

He only smiles." I'll have you, I'll tell her everything from detail to detail and how good you feel. I have to come to you, especially when you're carrying my baby now."

No doubt you'll be pregnant after that. The doorbell ring and Chris answers it. It was your date. " sorry you're too late, she's claimed now." he shuts the door on the poor man's face.

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Johnny will not stop sending ghost casual nudes. He hasn't asked him to stop but he's also not stopping

The first nude had almost sent Ghost into cardiac arrest. Man was not prepared for it and had to take a breather before he could even think about how to reply. Soap sent a very flirty message along with it but when they saw each other next, he acted like he didn't send his CO a very scandalous photo.

Ghost didn't know how to respond to it so... He didn't. He didn't mention it at all and continued on like it didn't happen. Maybe it was an accident and Soap meant to send that to someone else. Maybe he was too embarrassed/scared to bring it up to Ghost. Whatever the case was, Ghost pretended it didn't happen.

Then it happened again... And again... And again--

Each nude looked to be thought out. Each message was different from the last but still equally flirty. Soap knew exactly what he was doing and yet... Ghost still didn't respond. What would he even say if he did? After each nude, Ghost acted like nothing was going on when he was around Soap. Perhaps it was irritating Soap that he wasn't getting a reaction, which is why he kept sending nudes.

It's not like Ghost isn't interested, it's just that he has no idea how to proceed. What would he say? What is he supposed to say? Is he supposed to grab Soap when he saw him next and drag him off to have his way with him? Is that what the man wanted?

Ghost was attempting to get some paperwork done when he was graced by the next nude. He saw he had a message from Soap and took and breath before he opened it. Ghost breathed out of his nose heavily when he saw the picture Soap had sent him. Him laid out on his bed, completely bare except for a pair of socks... A pair of skeleton socks that Ghost knew were his.

Soap: Missing something?

Ghost chewed on his lip, unable to look away. He quickly saves the picture before deleting it from his messages. Ghost desperately wanted to reply. Say something that would make Soap just as flustered as he is. But he's never been good with his words, and asking someone else for advice was out of the question. So Ghost sat there, glad he had a mask to hide his face just in case anyone walked into his office unannounced.

He was unable to focus on his work, not with that picture fresh in his mind. Ghost put his head in his hands, staring down at his desk while groaning. Something needed to be done about this, but what?

Ghost sits up straight, an idea hitting him. He quickly grabs his phone and leaves his office, heading straight to his room. He passes Gaz who was trying to talk to him but Ghost couldn't hear what he was saying. He was laser focused at the moment, Gaz could wait. He enters his room, quickly locking the door and removing his clothes.

Ghost tried a couple poses, unsatisfied by every one, so he looked up some references. He found one he liked and recreated it, snapping a couple pictures, and sending one to Soap. He added a message after the nude hit.

Ghost: I think I am

Then he waited. Ghost watched his messages, refusing to look away. He saw the typing bubble pop up and disappear several times until it just went away completely. Ghost wondered if that was a good sign, if he had managed to make Soap as flustered as he's been. Ghost lays there, naked, waiting for something to happen. But time goes on without anything happening.

Ghost sighs, sitting up. He goes to reach for his briefs when there a series of rapid, urgent knocks bang on his door. He quickly just grabs a pair of sweats from his dresser and puts them on, rushing to the door. Ghost was not prepared to find a panting Soap who was very, very red in the face. He doesn't get a chance to say anything before Soap shoves his way into the room.

"A week."

"What?"

"It took you A FUCKING WEEK to respond!”

Ghost is shoved against his door, Soap pressing their bodies together. Normally Ghost’s response to being shoved against something was to shove back. But with Soap’s body pressed against his, the man’s hungry eyes locking onto his, he didn’t even try to get the man away from him.

"A week ago you could've said something!"

Ghost puts his hands on Soap's hips, moving the man towards the bed.

"Where's the fun in that? A week of pent up energy to drain."

Soap falls back onto the bed, "It's a lot more than a week's worth, LT."

Ghost leans over Soap, "Then we better get to it, sergeant."

Soap grins, "Yes, sir."

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varpusvaras · 2 months

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Thire still remembered the day he had been made a Commander.

He had been so, so happy, and so very, very nervous. He had been one of the youngest commanding officers then, and even though the recognition had felt so good, the responsibilities that had come with it had been terrifying.

"You're going to be fine", Stone had said. He had been the youngest of the Commanders before Thire had joined them. "There's four of us, now, we're in this together."

Thorn had said pretty much the same.

"We made the decision together", he had said, and patted Thire on the shoulder. "Alright, Fox made the final decision, but not without all of our input. We're all here for each other, and I know you're going to do great."

Fox had said a lot less, but it had all meant just as much.

"My decision about this is final", he had said, very matter-of-factly. "I don't make these kind of decisions lightly. We are a team here in the Guard. We are all going to act like it."

Thire had believed them. They were in this together. They were there for each other. They were a team.

They weren't supposed to leave him.

But they had. Thorn was dead. Fox was dead. Stone was missing, most likely dead. Hound had not come back from his patrol almost three weeks ago. Thire liked to think he was dead as well, because the other option was that he had also left.

There was so much to do, so much he needed to get done, so many orders and expections and everybody were looking up at him and him alone and he couldn't do this alone.

Was this how Fox had felt all this time?

No, Thire hoped not, because Fox had had them. It should've been enough. It must've been enough.

Nothing was enough now. Thire was losing men left and right, and there were too little of them for anything to work like it should anymore, but too many of them for Thire to keep track on, too many of them expecting him to be able to work through anything and everything, and Thire-

Thire was tired of everyone leaving him.

That wasn't how this was supposed to go. They were supposed to be in this together, work together, they weren't supposed to leave him, they were supposed to stay and follow orders like good soldiers because Good Soldiers Followed Orders-

"Thire?"

Thire stopped and turned around.

Riyo had her hand reaching out towards him, her fingers almost touching Thire's forearm, and-

He wasn't supposed to call her Riyo. She was- she was Senator Chuchi. Yes. That was how he was supposed to address her, not...not...

It was easier not to call her anything. Thire didn't like to be confused about things like this, on top of everything else.

"How can I help you, Ma'am?" He asked her. She looked at him, her golden eyes dulled to a darker shade in the low lights of the hallway. There was something in that look, something like-

Sadness. Pity. Fear. Was she afraid of him? That didn't sound right. She had never been afraid of him before. Thire didn't want her to be afraid of him, he-

She's not afraid of you, she's afraid for you-

Thire blinked.

His head hurt.

Ri- her hand twitched, like she wanted to lay it on his arm.

"Thire, please", she said, her voice barely above whisper. Pleading. "Please, talk to me. This isn't-"

This isn't you. She knows it. You know it. You know it. You remember it all still, you remember it, it's all still there, why are you standing here like you don't know her, say something, say something, tell her, tell her you know her-

"I'm not sure I follow, Ma'am", Thire said. There was something pounding in his head, like there was a blasterproof window right behind his eyes, and someone on the other side was banging on it, trying to get it to broke, to shatter, to let them out- "If you have nothing to say to me, I'm afraid I need to be on my way."

You know her. It's all still there. It's all still here, you think about them every day, why are you acting like they don't matter, like you don't know her-

She looked at him, with such sorrow in her eyes that Thire wanted to just hold her as long as she needed to make it all go away. He-

Thire blinked. His head hurt.

"Thire", she said again. "What's going on? Everything is...everything is wrong, why don't you talk to me anymore?"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am", Thire said. His head hurt. "I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere." His head hurt.

She still hadn't dropped her hand.

"Please", she whispered. "Please, don't go."

His head hurt.

"I have my orders", he said. His head hurt. "Have a good day, Senator." His head hurt.

She reached out. Thire walked past her before she could touch him.

His head hurt.

Good Soldiers Follow Orders.

His head hurt.

Don't leave her-!

Good Soldiers Follow Orders.

His head hurt.

#:)#everybody is leaving him and he is leaving everybody #none of them wanted this but there was no choice ever to begin with #sw #tcw #my writing #snippets #post order 66 au #commander thire #riyo chuchi #thiyo #Star Writing

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A Bang Chan FF (content warning 18+!!) (smut)

Whipped For You

Chapter 8: Thunderous

Chan POV:

Last night...was amazing. I wasn't expecting her to go through with it. But after the first time we relaxed into each other touch, enjoying the nice company until I felt my cum dripping down my leg. Until the opportunity to do something I've never done before but I knew she would LOVE.

I went down to her heat and licked her out. My cum and her juiced in my mouth i kissed her the moans she made made me rock hard again and we fucked for a second time. This time rougher than the last. Honestly it felt like I was in heaven.

I got ready to go to work. I checked my phone. No missed calls or messages. I change into my clothes and leave Y/N in peace. I left her a note I didn't want to leave without saying anything. It felt nice to finally have that time with her. That special moment. It was perfect. I wanted more. I wanted her.

I got to the office where the boys were sitting outside my office "what's up? You all look constipated?"

"Hyung you've not seen the articles have you?"

"What do you mean Changbin?"

He have me his phone. My "fiancé" posted another stupid article about me sleeping around. Not coming home when asked. Yet she can have a boyfriend and no one bats an eye. I get a text from Y/N.

"You told me she wouldn't care! You told me she wouldn't bat an eye. Wtf is this!?"

"Y/N calm down. I'll fix it"

"I knew we shouldn't have spent the night together. She's gonna kill me."

"She won't."

"I don't believe you."

"CHAN! Dude. Stop texting and listen. Where did you go last night if you didn't go home?"

"I was home"

"Chan you're in the same clothes as last night. You're bad at lying"

"Okay this doesn't go anywhere else but here okay...? Can we got one do your offices. I don't trust mine to be safe "

We go to Lee Knows office. They all sit down staring me. "Don't freak out. I was with Y/N last night."

"I KNEW IT!" Seungmin and Hyunjin cried.

"MY SISTER!?" Lee know pointed out. Not shocked but still grossed out.

"Lee know Hyung! WHAT!?"

"That's a story for another time. We can circle back. Chan are you serious did you..."

"Yes we had sex. Last night and this morning. Please keep this between us I don't want PDnim getting involved. See how she found out and is posting it everywhere however she doesn't say WHO I was with. Still. Please. Can we find a way to shut these articles down? I need to call my father. I have little over 6 months to avoid marriage. I need your help to make it happen. Me and Y/N. Can you do that?"

"Hyung we aren't a match making service. What the fuck are we meant to do?"

"Report articles to stay this ain't true.

Do them to but if there's loads of us doing that it'll get the message across that she's spitting fake news. Though it's not but it's not the point. I want my relationship with Y/N to be private. Okay?"

"Yes Hyung" they shout. Ready to battle.

*a few hours later.*

Author POV:

After a few hours the guys as a collective managed to come up with articles that were good enough to divert the claims on Chan and aiming at his soon be to wife. Chan's father was livid at her. Not at him. He was very happy that he found someone after trying for so many years.

Which is weird since he was the one to make them get married in the first place. Anyways. Chan texts Y/N about the news.

*Chans text:*

Chan-ah: hey babygirl. It's okay we have worked things out. So no need to stress okay? I'm sorry for scaring you and upsetting you. Please don't hate me.

Babygirl:

Hey Daddy, it's okay im calmer now

*sends a naughty pic to Chan*

It's a shame Daddy has to work all day when im at home looking like this hmmm?

Chan-ah: ohhh Babygirl. You can't do that. You can't tease Daddy like that. Remember bad girls get punished.

He was enjoying how confident she was all of a sudden. He secretly wanted more but wouldn't be able to control his pants situation if it did continue. Chan was deep in though when his soon to be wife calls him...

"Take those articles down. Right now Chan!"

"You're the one who's been boasting about a fake relationship I seem to be having. Which by the way thanks for the heads up I didn't know I was in some sort of relationship with another woman! *he lies* seriously. You have a boyfriend. You have your person why are you making this difficult for me. You know if I don't find someone we still get married. We don't want that do we!?"

"No you don't want that but I still do!"

"What why!?"

"Why do you think Chan? Don't worry it's not out of love. Ewww. I don't love you like that."

"For the money?"

"Wow Daddy's boy is smart! Yes dumbass. I want the money. Then get an emolument and go out septet ways"

"You didn't read the contract huh? It says we cannot split up. No matter what. If we are married to to each other till death parts us."

"I don't want that."

"Me neither. So cut the crap and stop messing with my life. Please."

"Okay fine but if you piss me off I will come down on you like s tone of bricks. Got that?"

"Yes sure now please im working."

He hangs up. He looks at his phone 20 messages from Y/N. All photos and videos of her. Captions saying "Daddy's not here to play so I guess I have to myself."

"Daddy's not answering me"

So on and so forth. Chan runs to the toilet and watches the videos of you. Playing with yourself. Screaming his name. The moans. It was all so hot. Too hot infact. It was getting to lunch time and chan had the perfect plan.

He calmly walks out managing to hide his bulging erection. "Hey guys I'm gonna go home and get changed into more appropriate clothes. I'll see you after lunch?"

They nodd. They knew exactly where he was going. And it wasn't home.

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smalltendencies · 7 months

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Voretober Prompt: Drink (TSPUD)

Heyyo! While I was sick with COVID, I took the time to try and feel better by writing. I wanted to do prompts from Voretober, but I won't really have a lot of free time so for now this is all I got. Some of the headcannons used in this are from other TSP vore blogs that I thought fit the Narrator well such as mawsnclaws and s1desn4cks.

Relationships: The Narrator and Reader (can be romantic or platonic. It's left up to you)

(TW: contains soft, safe, nonsexual G/T vore and extreme cuddling)

Word Count: 3,139

“Feeling a wave of disbelief, Stanley decided to go up to his boss's office, hoping he might find an answer there.”

The Narrator spoke the line into the microphone like a crisp record. It was a feat that he was able to keep the same tone, the same emotion, through the fifth playthrough today. It was enough to make anyone go insane.

And apparently, the monotonous repeating of the same story over and over again would bring even the protagonist to his knees.

“Stanley continued to- Oh, no! Oh, no no no no no no no no no no no no, not again! Stanley! What is so intriguing about that closet? Your fascination is absurd! Stanley! Don’t go in that-!” He was cut off by a loud bang. The sound of a door slamming shut signaled that Stanely was no longer listening to the Narrator, opting to take a much needed break from the parable.

“That closet has no significance to the story whatsoever! What does he see in it?!” The Narrator grabbed for his hair, scowling at the microphone like it was the man himself. No doubt Stanley would stay there for a while. Left to his own devices, he would nap in there for at least an hour. He couldn’t hear the Narrator in there, and he couldn’t be forced out of there unless the Narrator physically made him. And that was something he didn’t feel like doing today.

Beside the Narrator’s desk on a side table, a borrower who somehow got stuck in the parable as well was watching the exchange in apathy, used to the love-hate relationship the two fostered.

“Maybe if you didn’t blow him up every few resets, he wouldn’t go there.” You shuffled through a stack of papers. Since you weren’t Stanley, you had nothing better to do than read the rejected scripts that the author forgot to throw away. And it's not like you could be a stand in protagonist while Stanley rested or a side character considering your size. The Narrator was patient, but not patient enough to wait 10 minutes for you to walk through the first room or climb up steps one by one. There's only so much time a parable could take without losing the interest of its readers after all.

You were much safer with the Narrator where he could watch you.

“But that's his choice too! If he listened to me, then we wouldn’t do the Countdown Ending!” Seeing what you were up to, he gave an exasperated glare. “And could you please not mess with those? I’ve neglected to throw them away, but that doesn’t give you the right to snoop.”

You dragged another piece of paper to the edge, walking across the large printed words to read another line of dialogue about Stanley and the bucket’s mock love story. “I’m not snooping, don't worry.” You waved him off dismissively so he could continue. Even if he was just venting at this point about Stanley not listening to him, you still tried to lend an ear.

The Narrator’s fear of isolation made you sit through each of his long winded lectures. When he garnered enough courage to admit how he felt about what happened with the Skip Button, it came with the reluctant admittance that you were a support for him. Despite your nature, just the knowledge someone else was there to offer input, to listen, gave him solace- especially in these moments where Stanley was unavailable. So you tried your best to help stave off any anxiety in exchange for him not smiting you for bothering his parable.

(It made you wonder if the Narrator would even let Stanley have these ‘breaks’ if you weren’t around to take his place)

“Back on topic, yes. He knows what happens when he doesn’t listen. Getting blown up by a nuclear device, getting crushed, going mad, falling to his death, the infernal bucket dying! None of that would happen if he just followed the story.”

You nodded in confirmation. You omitted from reminding him that most people don’t like doing the same thing over and over again, even if it means doing a more pernicious path was the only option, but that’s an argument for deaf ears.

Running out of material to read, you go searching for the next activity while the Narrator was distracted.

The scripts he was working on at his desk was your next target. His typewriter was pushed to the side while he narrated. It gave you time to stand on it and read what he had so far. The jump wasn’t far from his side table to his desk where he pushed them beside each other for your convenience. Readying yourself, you went to take the leap.

You were closer to the edge than you thought, and when one foot lifted, you felt your other slip over the side before you could spring off. You followed suit, your whole body going over the side and missing the other platform.

You were falling.

Time didn’t slow down like the books always said. Rather, it seemed to go faster, fast forwarding to your rapid descent to the ground below. Even the horrid brown carpet wouldn’t cushion the fall enough to keep you safe; you were at the very least breaking bones. You chose to close your eyes and remain ignorant of when impact would happen.

Somewhere above you, aside from the wind rushing in your ears, a voice shouted in shock.

The sensation of your stomach dropping from the fall was abruptly halted by someone catching you. From the warmth radiating off the surface and the way your body sunk slightly into the ground, you registered it as the Narrator's hand. The world moved around you as your own hands moved under you to help you sit up.

Your near death and the vertigo had your head spinning to where you didn’t register you were being lifted to be eye level with the Narrator, scanning you over again and again to make sure you were ok. Large yellow eyes directed a worried but harsh narrowed glare at you.

“You need to be more careful! I thought I wasn’t going to catch you in time!”

You weren’t listening to him, trying to get your panicked breathing back to an even rhythm. He didn’t care of your plight, continuing to berate you.

“You are just like Stanley, honestly- What if I wasn’t here? Or I didn’t see what happened in time? You could’ve died!” While you understood he was yelling out of panic, it hurt your ears where you were so close to him. You shrunk back from the noise, covering your ears to block out some of the volume. Everything felt overwhelming, taking in all the senses and emotions at the same time, and Stanley still wasn’t out of that closet so the attention was completely directed at you and-

“There is only so much I can reset! Stanley automatically heals sure, but I don’t know what happens to you-” He finally paused his tirade to study you again, seeing you cower from him as much as you could when the only place you could be was his grasp. He felt guilt choke his throat, his fingers instinctively curling around you more as a barrier from moving any further.

He coughed awkwardly, “I apologize for speaking so loudly. That was unbecoming of me.”

The Narrator’s other hand slowly moved to your level, carefully trying to maneuver his finger to stroke your head. He wasn’t used to the range of emotions humans (and human adjacents?) normally dealt with, and he was even worse at comforting others with said emotions. If only Stanley would come back to break the tension…

“But I won’t apologize for what I said. You are quite fragile my dear. My goodness, it isn’t safe anywhere for you. I thought that my office was the perfect place for you so I could keep a watchful eye, but it appears I was wrong.”

His moment of guilt was gone, replaced by his usual lilt of knowing and slightly condescending, “I was right about you being too adventurous. Sometimes, I have half the mind to put you in a box so I know you can’t get into trouble.” A box sounded awful. Hard, uncomfortable, and terribly boring. You didn’t doubt he would go through it too, remembering how he treats Stanley when he veers off course too much. The Games Ending where he left Stanley alone like a grounded child didn’t leave your mind.

“Of course, I could conjure up a box of some sort…” he hummed in thought, watching you with interest. The one hand that was comforting you left to prop his head on his fist. The one you were on slowly moved away from him, lowering to a point where you assumed he would drop you back on his desk. Any concern from earlier was put away, replaced with a grin.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

His hand turned vertically and before you knew it you were sliding and falling once again. There was no warning or time to catch your breath as you landed in liquid hot enough to miss when you swam upwards to hit air. Moving your arms and legs to keep yourself stably afloat and stationary, you took a moment to take in what the fuck just happened. But it didn’t take long to understand after seeing the porcelain white walls around you and brownish black liquid you floated in. The overly strong citrus smell clogged your nose and made you want to cough out your lungs.

The smug bastard of course dropped you in his tea.

The Narrator looked down at you in amusement, no doubt finding humor in the situation. If you were clueless before, you definitely weren’t now. It was obvious what he planned to do (and you had half the mind to let him since it’s not like you disliked it). The clink of metal against glass alerted you back to the present. His tea spoon tapped the side mockingly, and slowly came to stir around you in lazy circles, making the whirlpool in the middle spin you around with it. The current wasn’t powerful enough to take you under, but it was definitely annoying to paddle against.

The pull abated as he scooped some tea, along with you, up out of the cup and toward him. You instantly felt the loss of heat that the tea supplied, shivering in the cold air. It encouraged you to lay down in the meager supply you had if only to get a little more warm.

“I recall you saying you don’t appreciate going down with my tea like some pill, so I won’t put you through that again for a while... But I figured I’d let you steep so you at least taste good going down.” At this point, the loss of adrenaline from earlier, the heat, and having to move so much to stay afloat left you torpid. All you could do was weakly glare in annoyance and shake from the rapidly depleting temperature.

He laughed in amusement, not intimidated at all by your meager defiance; if anything, it spurred him on. Bringing you closer, you braced yourself to be swallowed, only to be given an experimental lick like a simple taste tester.

The Narrator floated his spoon back over his drink. You watched him in confusion, seeing the way he frowned slightly and shook his head. “No, you definitely need to sit for another minute or two.”

He unceremoniously dropped you back in, watching as you broke to the surface gasping for air before nonchalantly going back to stirring as he talked offhandedly, “Funny to think I just picked a random tea today because I didn’t expect this to happen. I don’t know what tea I would’ve picked if I did know. A Chamomile? Cinnamon Chai? You can give me your input on what you would prefer later.” Just when you felt like you couldn’t paddle anymore, you were once again scooped up. He maneuvered just so to where there was barely any of the liquid taken along with you. You curled in on yourself, hoping to stave off the chill this time. The Narrator grinned at you in an innocent facade, “But in all honesty, I think Bergamot is the best tea to pair with you.”

Maybe he noticed how tired you were, or maybe it's where he knew Stanley could come back at any point, but he didn’t waste another moment before opening his mouth and inviting you inside. At this point, the warmth that it emitted and the darkness seemed like a good place to rest. You acquiesced, closing your eyes and waiting.

He smiled more genuinely at the sentiment, appreciating how much you trusted him at this point. With the tip of his tongue, he cautiously slid you off the spoon onto the middle of his tongue. Not bothering to open your eyes, you let the light that penetrated your eyelids slowly fade to black as the access to the outside world left.

There was no point in moving, choosing to lay down content on the soft surface below you. The yellow hue always intrigued you, knowing that the physical form he picked to interact with Stanley and you still didn’t look quite human. It was endearing and uniquely the Narrator.

After letting you lay there for a bit, he carefully moved you, rolling you like candy to coat you in saliva and taste the residual tea. You felt him hum in satisfaction, and it made you wonder if he lied earlier and planned it this whole time. This went on for a bit, letting him do what he wanted without resistance. He proceeded to focus on pushing you to the roof of his mouth without hurting you, keeping you there while he sucked off the extra moisture to swallow along with the extra saliva.

Satisfied, he lowered you back down, nudging you forward gently to rest at the front. You were sitting up to where your back hit his teeth. His tongue stopped trying to taste, settling to lay on your legs like a large weighted blanket. It was analogous to sitting in a chair with a quilt on in the cold winter; the whole gesture was soothing in a way you hadn’t felt for a long time.

In this position, you could see the back of his throat like a dark, looming cave. Maybe if you first met the man, or with anyone else even, knowing you were inside a person that could easily just bite through you would instill you with a sense of fear that froze you in place. You would desperately claw your way out. Let your survival instincts kick in and fight tooth and nail.

In this circumstance, however, you chose to lean your head back and sigh happily. If you focused over his breathing, you could hear him shuffle with papers outside. You couldn’t tell if he was smiling or not with the teeth blocking your view, but you didn’t question if he was also enjoying this. It seemed you both were going to rest like this together until Stanley returned. This whole moment was an understanding. Something special you both were able to share as a form of reassurance, comfort, and trust. And so, you didn’t mind the view or the way you felt saliva pool around your legs. Even when you were inevitably swallowed and sent to his stomach, it would be welcomed knowing you were as close to the Narrator as you could be- where he was content knowing you were safe.

You don’t know how long you closed your eyes, but you were certain you dozed off at some point. The feeling of the Narrator slowly tilting his head back woke you. It was gradual, giving you time to stop him if you wanted to leave. But you didn’t. Rather, you moved to crawl to the back where his throat awaited your entrance. You just wanted to rest.

Finally, you let the gravity take you, letting the muscles of his throat firmly grab you and push you downwards.

It never took long to reach his stomach. He designed his physical form that way, figuring the esophagus squeezing around you was too cramped. You dropped gracelessly into his stomach, swaying with you like a hammock. You were glad no one was here to see the embarrassing sight of you scrambling like a turned over beetle to sit upright, but your host still felt it judging from the way he huffed at the feeling of you frantically moving.

Eventually, you settled in a comfortable position, laying down and sinking into the lining. You felt the walls press against you, one side more firmly- The Narrator pressing a hand on his middle where he knew you were. His simulated heartbeat didn’t falter once above you, a nice white noise that paired with the sound of his organs working around you. It was your cue to fall asleep.

It didn’t come as naturally as you thought it would. It was hard to sleep when you took the time to just relax and enjoy the presence of another all around you. You had to force yourself to close your eyes and count when he inhaled and exhaled. Slowly but surely, your exhaustion came back full force.

Just as you felt your mind go cloudy, you felt the world vibrate around you. Your eyes snapped back open in alarm. It jostled you some, but not enough to force you to move. Even if it did, the hand that was still pressed against you from outside wouldn’t let you move too far.

You heard about this phenomenon once or twice from Stanley when you actually got to see him, but you didn’t really believe him because it hadn’t happened to you yet.

The Narrator was fucking purring.

He probably thought you were already asleep after how tired you were earlier, but he was mistaken and now you knew his (not so terrible) secret. He would never live it down if you told him. Not like you would, afraid he wouldn’t let himself do it again if you let him know you knew. Everything was too much to stay awake though. The heat and humidity made you more tired than you already were. The sounds lull you to sleep like a lullaby. Hopefully you could stay in here for a few hours.

As your consciousness was fading, you could faintly hear the sound of a typewriter clicking slower than usual where he only used one hand. The Narrator was willing to wait for Stanley now, the weight he felt inside him a reminder that he wasn’t alone.

#g/t vore #soft vore #safe vore #tsp vore #nonsexual vore #extreme cuddling #the stanley parables #tspud #voretober 2023 #my writing #believe it or not I am not a Bergamot tea fan #Fruit teas give me a headache #Honey tea all the way #I'm not British but hot tea slaps

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Author: reneejuliet Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Rating: E Word Count: 1,292 Genre: Fluff, Light Angst, Friends to Lovers?, Idol AU Author’s Note: It's aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive! Sorry to say but this story isn't quite dead just yet. Let's not talk about the time between the last installments, however - mostly because I'm hoping to just look the other way at my horrible time management and planning skills. But anyway! Here it is, folks - the parting of the clouds! The angst is finally beginning to thin out. This is still more of an interlude, a stepping stone if you will, before things begin to *happen* in subsequent parts. I hope you'll enjoy it all the same.

Also, to anyone who stuck around this long - my most sincere gratitude to you all. I've been sitting on this part for 9 months now and it has plagued me each and every day. So, I truly do hope you enjoy this little slice. I'm sorry it wasn't worth the long wait. I'll try to make up for all that in the next part.

You can find all previous parts here, under The Incident™ Installments.

It was a considerate gesture.

Awards season is always hectic. There’s so much to do and so many places to be, and so little time to do it all in. Sure, there’s managers and assistants and handlers, all helping their talent stumble through the complimentary chaos that comes and goes like clockwork each year. It never ceases to be overwhelming, though.

That’s why little things like this are so stupidly appreciated. It isn’t unusual to receive congratulatory gifts from other artists and companies – in fact, more idols are friends with each other than not. Still, amidst all the rehearsals, schedules, and traveling, it’s hard to find the time to express sentimentality. At least to those not within the same company.

This is hardly Bangtan’s first rodeo, though, and over the years they’ve made quite a name for themselves. Garnered the respect and admiration of their fans and peers. So when they walk into work each morning during this season, it’s far from unusual to see a collection of bouquets or gift baskets awaiting them. Still, it’s humbling each and every time, and they make sure to afford the appreciation each gift deserves.

That’s how Hoseok came across the card. It was tucked into a small assortment of flowers and balloons, all of which were vibrant and radiating cheer. It was his turn to reach the felicitations aloud, so he’d opened the envelope and flashed the others the shiny front as if it were an award itself. Then he’d opened it with his usual boisterous flair, lips poised to sing the song of congratulations within – until suddenly, it felt like all the air was knocked clean out of his lungs. It was signed by an up-and-coming group from one of the smaller agencies, their messy signatures scrawled haphazardly along the bottom of the card. Each name had a small handwritten note above it to add a personal touch, but it was the main message that caught him off guard. The slopes and slants of each character, the way it weighted to the right. The distinguishing little squiggle of a smiley face at the very end. He knew that handwriting.

You.

You had penned the celebratory tidings yourself. That’s why the names suddenly looked familiar. This was a congratulations from the group you now handled. The group that had taken you away from him.

It wasn’t a fair way to view them, Hoseok knew that. He just couldn’t help it. Just as he couldn’t blame you for making the decision to leave. Your contentment at HYBE had been tentative, temporary at best. You were never meant for office duty, to be cooped up in a glass cage all day. And despite the tarnish to your reputation, your work ethic still spoke volumes. Bang PD had made sure of it. It was only a matter of time before someone else came along to headhunt you.

Hoseok had done some snooping, seeking what information he could get on this new group. He even looked into the company itself, ensuring that they would treat you right. That it was a place where you could be happy. There were no red flags to be found, not even as far down as he had dug. He only hoped they would offer you the future you deserved.

A few months into your employment, the group really started to take off. Their mini album had reached the charts, their video channel surpassed 500,000 views, and they’d been nominated for their first awards show, where they would be performing the nominated song. It was also one of the awards shows where Bangtan had several nominations of their own. Initially, it hadn’t been in the schedule for them to attend, but once Hoseok learned that your group would be there – and, by association, you – he'd played every card he had until he’d convinced the company to send them.

Anything for the chance to see you again.

He’d been unsure whether or not you even still thought about him. If you wondered where he was, what he was doing. Who he was with. The radio silence on your end had told him you didn’t. Many times he had wanted to reach out, to try and initiate any form of contact, but he could never bring himself to do it. He was too afraid of the rejection. After all, you’d more than proven that you were just fine without him.

Until now. Until this card. The company could have had an assistant make it up, write out the same old boring commendations and have the talent sign their names to it. Instead, you had handwritten a personal message, made sure the genuine pride and happiness for their seonbaenims was sincerely and accurately conveyed. And if he was a gambling man, Hoseok would bet it all that you even chose the bouquet yourself.

“Hoseok-ah?”

His attention snaps up at the call of his name, soft and questioning. His members are all staring at him with varying degrees of concern. That’s when he feels the wetness in his eyes, the vise around his throat. In his hands, the card has begun to shake.

“What is it?” Namjoon asks, approaching with a careful hand. He takes hold of the card, waits for Hoseok to release it. The paper is creased where his fingers gripped too tightly. Hoseok sniffs and wipes roughly at his eyes as Namjoon scans the message.

“What does it say?” Jungkook asks, leg bouncing in anticipation.

Namjoon’s brow furrows. He looks to Hoseok, who is pointedly staring across the room, before back to the card. His lips purse together in thought as he reads the message again. Deciphers the signatures of its senders.

Realization dawns on him like a sunrise, lighting his face in a rosy recognition. The autographs are clumsy, the sloppy signature of someone unpracticed. All of which are at odds with the firm, delicate writing of a more feminine hand. Someone clearly not a part of the group itself.

Namjoon ignores Jungkook’s question in favor of his own. “Y/N sent this?”

The room titters at the sound of your name. Hoseok isn’t the only one who misses you.

Hoseok swallows and nods his head. “It’s from her new company, the new group she’s working with. And it – it’s her handwriting.”

“I wanna see!”

The other members clamber toward their leader, each vying for a glimpse at the card. Namjoon sounds very much like a father of young children as he scolds their grabby hands, warning against ripping the card. Hoseok takes this time to examine the bouquet closely, poking at the balloons and running fingertips over flower petals. It’s a sweet arrangement, pretty and fun.

One of the balloons pops off its plastic stick and Hoseok fumbles to catch it before it hits the floor. It’s just large enough that it’s a little hard to grip, slipping between his fingers until he’s able to secure both hands around it. Huffing in equal parts annoyance and amusement, he turns to place it back in its rightful spot, when he’s struck by another unsuspecting detail of the bouquet.

There’s a sunflower, right in the middle of everything. Just the one. Usually, the flowers are repeated or at least similar in color and design. He can’t help but suspect that this was intentional, and it so, he’s not sure his heart can handle soaring at such an altitude. Because you told him once how he reminds you of a sunflower, bright and bold and open.

Balloons forgotten, Hoseok reaches out to skim the petals of the sunflower. There’s water in his eyes again, but happiness in his smile.

You haven’t forgotten him. Not yet. Now, he just has to make sure it stays that way.

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