#bite that lip cause he'll notice and you want him to notice
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Spiderverse Characters + Visiting You Injured
Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhnakar x Reader
Tags: fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort, injury, cuddles, post mission, kissing, flirting, literal sleeping together, worried!Reader
A/N: Angst time! If you know me you know it was coming sooner or later.
Peter definitely tries to play it off. You should see the other guy he says, well you have, on the news. And now that you see him you know that he was faking being okay for the cameras. He can barely take his suit off without stumbling around in pain. Powers or no powers he needs to give his body more time to recover now, he's not a teen anymore and he shouldn't be acting like's invincible just because others expect him to be. You don't need that from him, you need him to be okay because you have the rest of your lives to spend together.
Miles comes in invisible, you don't even notice him until you see him trying to take some cream and band-aids for himself. When he drops the invisibility you can see why he did, and why he chose to visit you instead of going home. His parents would ground him for life if he showed up with bruises all over his pretty face. Yes, you will kiss them better later, even the one on his lip, that is if he stops flirting for a second and takes this a but more seriously.
Gwen jokes about her injuries leaving a scar and how most people are attracted to those, plus it would make her band look even cooler. Both those things are true, but one, you're already plenty attracted to her, and two you don't want any more people going crazy over her when she's on stage. How did she manage to get here with a head injury anyways? Cuddling with you all night is not a good reason not to go to a hospital for a check up but you also can't turn her away, she's your girlfriend after all.
Miguel already sounded pretty bad over the call only to downplay his injuries when he got home. He's not injured? Really? So if you asked, he would lift you up and carry you to the bedroom right? Just the idea has him wincing in pain. If he really has your best interest at heart then he should have been upfront about it right away. How is such a big man scared of a little rubbing alcohol and bandages?
Hobie doesn't want you to see him beat up like this so he tries to leave before you have the chance to push him on the bed and start cleaning his injuries up. He's been in much worse situations before he met you, this isn't that big of a deal. To him. It is to you. His wellbeing is always a big deal to you, for the exact reason that he doesn't seem to have many self preservation skills. For others, sure, he goes above and beyond, but for himself? What's a few more punches, a few more blood drops, a few more aching bones when his reward is to come to you and pull you into bed to cuddle against.
Pavitr is really bad at lying and you don't even have to try ad break him, you just tap him on his back and hear him bite back a pained whimper. Okay, but just to let you know its not as bad as it looks. Well that isn't really comforting cause it looks pretty damn bad from where you're standing. All he needs is to wrap up a few places on his hands, arms, shoulders, and lower back and he'll be ready to go out there again. Oh no he most definitely is not. You're not afraid to tackle him to the bed and keep him there until he accepts the fact that he needs to let you take care of his injuries properly. Well... that doesn't sound like much of a threat in his mind, you should try it.
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bully tsukishima is just so awful to you, he pulls your hair and pinches your cheeks so hard that you think they might bruise. he feels no remorse for his actions, when he sees your lip wobble as you're trying not to cry he knows he's won. he loves when he pinches you so hard that you squeal in pain, he can never decide what's better feeling your pudgy flesh between his fingers or hearing you squeal, it makes him hungry for more of you, for more of the sounds you make and what sounds you'd make if he bit into your shoulder and sunk his fingers in your cunt. every time you would cry and try to run away but he would seek you out. it would only get worse when he had you completely cornered, when you both were completely alone together.
he saw you walking in the corridor and had to follow you into the bathroom, you were none the wiser. he wanted to see the fear in your eyes, needed it. it resulted in him shutting you both in together, chucking something against the door making it harder to enter, it was still possible though with enough force. that's exactly what you were thinking when you heard the door slam shut and whipping your head around you saw him standing there with a smirk. your only hope was that someone would notice, that someone would come in and see, someone would push hard enough against the door.
backing up against the wall, trying to gain as much distance from him as possible, you try to speak clearing and confident but even you can tell that you sound completely the opposite, your voice quivering, quiet and shaky, "what do you want tsukishima?" he doesn't answer you but laughs in your face, walking closer to you and making you feel trapped. he still doesn't answer you and you're too scared to speak, hoping that he'll leave you alone. he doesn't. he stands so close to you that you can feel his breathing and you know that he'll be able to hear your racing heartbeat.
he pushes his hands against the wall around you, encasing you so you're trapped under his scrutiny. the whole time he's moved closer to you you've kept your head down, hoping he'll leave you alone if he doesn't get a reaction out of you. that changes when he slams his hands down making you jolt at the noise and look up at him, and the look on your face is something tsukishima will never forget, with your arms trembling, eyes red and watery, tiny sniffles coming from you. god it's making him so hard.
before you even know whats happening he's kissing you. he bites your lip and in shock you let out a gasp giving him the time he planned to shove his tongue down your throat. still in shock, you're unable to move and get away from his grasp, you're not responding to his kiss but he knew you wouldn't. moving his arms from their current position he grabs hold of your love handles and kneeds them. he moves one of his hands and snakes it under your skirt and onto your thigh, making you shiver in the process, causing him to kiss you even harder, still not stopping and coming apart to breathe.
everything seems like it's happening all at once to you but also like it's in slow motion, it's very confusing. he reaches up under your skirt, feeling your plush thighs and mentally groans at how fucking good you feel. you finally have a reaction and try to push him away after he slaps your thigh, causing you to whimper and your thigh to sting. you try to wriggle out of his grasp making him snicker at you. he knows his own strength after years of volleyball he knows that if he actually hit you as hard as he could he could seriously hurt you and he doesn't want to cause you a lot pain, that doesn't stop him from spanking pretty hard though. he's wanted to do that for so long, to slap your soft skin. hearing the noise and seeing the ripples, it's even better than he imagined and he imagined it a lot.
finally he speaks, "be good for me, princess. if you're good, i'll be nice. if you cry again i'll be super nice. do you think you can handle that? i'll make you feel really good if you be good." he's so condescending, you hear that loud and clear but it's hard to focus on that as straight after he's said that he makes his way further up your thigh, reaching your pussy and grazing his fingers over your underwear, you're so wet that he can feel it and he's getting more annoyed at the fact he didn't do this sooner.
"fuck, maybe i shouldn't be nice to you, maybe i should be extra mean, i think that's what you really want? can you handle that too?" he smirks, holding onto you tighter and applying more pressure to his fingers, touching you with more purpose than before. you shake your head, you don't want him to be mean, you want to leave. you're trying to ignore how good he feels against your skin, how he's touching you in all the right places, how he'd be so pretty if he didn't talk as much, how his slender fingers are wrapped around your body and his glasses askew, they frame his face really well. you've always hated how hot he was and now how he kissed you like no one else ever had before, you liked it. "no?" he stops all movement, still caging you in but stilling his body, still smirking. he's waiting for your next move.
"no." you try to say loud without quivering like last time but you can't.
he smiles, almost sinister like and you can't help but wonder what's going on his head. he withdraws his fingers from his original position and stops leaning against the wall, giving you room to breathe. you're holding your breath, confused and on edge, waiting.
he goes to pick up his bag and turns around to leave, in the mirror he sees you still standing there, not having moved. "what you doing princess?" you stare blankly. he comes closer to you again, making you confused, this time all you can do is blink up at him, wondering what his game is. "you said no. come back to me when you know it's a yes. see you around, crybaby." he leans downs and softly kisses your cheek, he's never touched you so delicately before. he turns back around and leaves, leaving you there on your own, staring off into space, still feeling his touch all over you.
you just know that tomorrow tsukishima's going to get to class just after you so he can sit down behind you before anyone else gets the chance to, and then he'll spend the day tormenting you.
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Hello! Can I plz request where the Obey Me brothers react to their s/o getting turned on by their fangs? The s/o is like: plz bite me~ And if the brothers ever get angry and snarl or show off their fangs the s/o just gets turned on. It's ok of no tho! 🥰
Anon, bestie, I got you <3
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MC was what most would consider a trouble maker. They loved getting on people's nerves. Despite now being constantly surrounded by beings that could kill them in many different ways in the snap of a finger, this habit persisted. But now, they had a reward. Their partner's fangs. It was just something about those sharp little teeth that seemingly flipped a switch in the horny human whenever they saw them. MC had a daily goal of annoying the brothers just to see their fangs; the brothers didn't know that was the reason for MC's behavior at times though. But when they found out?? It went a little like this.
!!Suggestive but not explicit!!
Luci
Making Lucifer mad was one of the easiest things MC could do
They knew just how annoyed he got when his work was disrupted
All MC wanted was a little attention (allegedly)
Somehow, the human ended up in Lucifer's office bothering him while he tried to work
They squeezed themselves between the eldest and his desk.
He sighed and tried to tell them to move but they would refuse
He'd get annoyed quickly and flash his fangs but he would notice how MC's eyes lit up
Being as smart as he was, he finally caught on
"You like my fangs, don't you, MC?"
"Obviously."
His lips and sharp fangs would graze across MC's neck causing their breath to catch
"You should have said so earlier, Darling."
"Please bite me."
"Maybe just a little..."
Ooh MC will be marked for a week straight and everyone will see it
Mam
The silly little simp would be flashing his fangs all the time
And MC would take advantage of it all the time.
Throw him a complement or two and he's flashing a goofy little crooked grin; showing off his fangs
Tell a joke? He'll laugh his ass off and his fangs will be on full display
The poor man would be clueless until...
The second born would be watching a movie with MC and they wouldn't stop looking at him
Eventually he'd notice and want to know why his precious little human can't take their eyes off him
"Not that I'm complainin', but you've been starin' at me for the last ten minutes. What gives?"
"You're just so damn cute. From your pretty hair to your pretty blue eyes, and especially your fangs."
Oh the butterflies he would feel. But he wouldn't let them see it (they know)
"W-well if ya like 'em so much, how about I just bite ya!" It was supposed to be a joke, but...
"Please do."
And he will. Only for his human. After he stops malfunctioning
Levi
Leviathan always celebrated a win audibly whenever he gamed.
He always had something to say followed by a giant toothy grin showing off his fangs.
He never noticed how MC would sometimes throw a match to see his teeth when he celebrated.
He never noticed how their tone changed after seeing him celebrate.
And he certainly never noticed how MC liked to look at his fangs, not his smile when he went on and on about one of his interests.
But MC would throw a match and he'd notice this time.
And the next. And two more times before he decided to speak up
"MC, why do you keep looking at my mouth? Do you... like... like my smile... or something?"
Not quite, love
"Yes, but I'm looking at your fangs. They look so hot."
He'd blush and blabber but that just made them more visible
MC knew that this next part would almost kill him, but it seemed to slip out of their mouth anyway...
"Please, bite me Levia-chan."
He'd be broken for a bit, (poor boy) but he would build up the courage and bite them ever so gently
Sat
Satan's poor temper was one MC never pushed too much on
They could calm him, but usually for a price...
That didn't mean that they didn't love the way he scowled and grimaced in annoyance at just about anything
Lucifer said something? How dare he
Solomon was mentioned? Why would you do that?
MC loved to do teeny tiny things to make Satan mildly annoyed just to see his scrunched-up scowl and those sharp fangs
They bothered him just a little bit while he was reading a book
They mentioned something "funny" Lucifer said
Now his fangs were on full display
"MC, why must you annoy me like this?"
The answer was obvious, and they didn't even need to reply as he realized what they were looking at
"This is about my fangs, isn't it?"
MC would nod and get close so close they were almost touching
"Bite me, Tan?"
If he didn't, they would mumble something about how Lucifer would if they asked him too
Then, he had to make sure he didn't draw (too much) blood
Asmo
Asmodeus wasn't really one to lose his temper so easily, so MC really had to play dirty to annoy him
Yeah, his fangs would sometimes show if he was smiling wide enough
But that wasn't enough for MC
They did a lot of little petty stuff like get in Asmo's way or hint that his outfit isn't his color
There was only one time MC pushed the demon just a little too far...
MC had put on their absolute favorite outfit and all their favorite accessories like they were about to go out
Asmo had asked where they were going looking so good
But the demon was ignored... MC talked to everyone else, but pretended he didn't exist
Asmo had enough and finally pinned them to some wall where no one else was
"Why the hell are you ignoring me, MC? Did I do something?"
They smirked. They were quiet until Asmo was scowling and about to say something else
"I love when you're mad at me. I can see your fangs."
"That's what this is about?! You could have just asked!" He was pretty upset
"You should bite me."
Asmo would take them to his room and MC would need an icepack and maybe even a wheelchair
Beel
Beelzebub doesn't smile very often but when he did, his fangs would show just a bit.
They would also show whenever he opened his mouth to eat
That's why MC liked to watch him eat
However, his fangs showed the most when he was lifting
MC would always watch beel work out or work out with him just to see him grit his teeth and flash his fangs
They loved the sight of the big string demon all sweaty and straining
Sometimes they would push him a little too much to see him grimace with effort
But he started to notice how much they stared in his face when they worked out together.
"Do I have food or something in my teeth? You keep staring at them."
"No, no... I just want you to bite me." It came out more dreamily then they intended but they didn't care
"Bite you?" He continues on the squat rack, gritting his teeth and showing his fangs
"Yes please." Oh would MC get an after workout snack
The dumbass is definitely going to need a wheelchair now
Belphie
Belphegor was the one who's fangs were most difficult to see
He was always so tired that it was rare MC got to see his fangs
He liked to cuddle into MC's neck when they napped together so they couldn't see
It was a struggle for MC to turn around in Belphie's arms as he slept like a log
But sometimes they could wiggle free enough to turn and place their hands on Belphie's sleeping face
They just wanted to see his fangs. Nothing else
They tried to move his lips but he somehow woke up
"Stop. Sleep." His voice still low and gruff and he would cuddle back into the human
MC loved it almost as much as his fangs. Might as well ask
"But I want to see your fangs." MC almost whined
Now he's more awake
"Why?" He's not moving from his spot without good reason
"They're hot." The youngest brother would think about it before showing off his fangs
"Please bite me."
He would leave lazy bite marks and hickeys all over anywhere he can reach without moving too much
Sorry this took so long anon, but it's done!! I hope you like it!! <3
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SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS I CANT HELP TO MAKE IT!! IT'S SO SWEET!!
(I accidentally added the OG post on Queue and can't get it out, but thankfully, I took a picture of it)
Voiceless
Luke Castellan X Daughter of Apollo!Reader
Summary: The only thing that Luke Castellan loves in this world is his girlfriend and her angelic voice.
Warnings: Kissing, Cursing, Kinda toxic relationship??!
Author's Note: Hello guys! Another request for the day, I'm typing this on my phone since I forgot my laptop, Oh well, please forgive me for any grammatical mistakes and typos! My keyboard hates me 😍
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The Camp Fire singalong ended an hour ago, but that didn't stop You and Luke, He had his head on your lap, breathing in and out as you ran your hands through his soft curls. The bonfire had little to no embers, but it still kept you two warm.
"Can you sing for me?" Luke whispered, His Hazel eyes met your brown ones. Apollo's children were always the lead singers from singalongs, Especially you, You had an angelic voice and campers liked it, so did Luke.
Not caring that your throat was a little sore, You nodded and started singing.
Boys, workin' on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
I just think about my baby
I'm so full of love I could barely eat
There's nothing sweeter than my baby
I'd never want once from the cherry tree
'Cause my baby's sweet as can be
She give me toothaches just from kissin' me
Flashback
Luke sat in the mess hall, His palm gingerly nursing the side of his cheeks, He had a rough day, Apparently, a new armour that like commissioned from one of the children in the hephaestus cabin still wasn't ready, and he wasn't able to use it. But it was Capture the Flag day, so he used his old and cranky armour, which displeased him.
You noticed from afar, Your halfsiblings chatting loudly, So you had enough, Grabbing your tray, you walked towards Luke, sitting on an empty Hermes table (Since his halfsiblings left, It's better to leave than to mess with an angry luke), The Hermes boy barely touched his food, he was rather poking it.
"Hey" He was greeted with your soft, melodic voice from behind, His mood changed from annoyed to cheerful. His eyes softening as he watched you sit beside him.
"Hm, how's your day?" He hummed whilst brushing a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.
"I should be the one asking you that—" Then, He felt something touch his lips, It was your fork, with a slice of blueberry pie, He tasted some of the cream, He tried to fight the urge to open his mouth since he didn't feel like eating.
"C'mon, it's bad if you don't eat, You don't wanna end up in the infirmary with one of my halfsiblings ranting about your presence." He looked at your eyes, there was a glint of hope that he'll actually take a bite.
He can't resist your eyes, Those eyes with much hope looking at him.
So he did, He opened his mouth and let the flavours sink In.
He did eat that night, with you feeding him like a baby.
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When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
Flashback
Luke was injured, You don't know how or why. He just appeared infront of the Apollo cabin, There was a deep gash in his forearm, One of the archers from your cabin accidentally shot him an arrow, You assumed that He and Chris were probably not paying attention while they walked pass by the archery area.
"I got you something." He breathed, waiting for your reaction.
But still, He managed to appear in front of you, despite your protests that he must be brought to the infirmary, He kept a brave face, holding a messily made bouquet of flowers.
"Oh Luke..." You threw yourself onto his arms, making him stumble a little, He chuckled.
"Now let's get you into the infirmary!"
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Boys, when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
Nothin' in her room but an empty crib
And I was burnin' up a fever
I didn't care much how long I lived
But I swear I thought I dreamed her
She never asked me once about the wrong I did
Flashback
"Luke? Luke!" The dark-haired boy jolted awake, His eyes meeting the stormy skies whilst the raindrops hit his face.
"Hey baby," He groaned, His orange CHB shirt stained with mud, He slept on it after all. Then you remembered... The party in the Dionysus might have gotten a little wild...
"Luke, you smell like— Booze." You tried not to gagged at his scent, But he just brushed it off, Tumbling as he tried to got up.
"Let's get you inside, Some of my halfsiblings are away, so it's fine taking a fellow camper" You muttered while giving all your strength to carry him. You felt kinda embarrassed, Luke, Your boyfriend had carried you multiple times effortlessly, but now, you can't even take steps.
After what felt like an internity, you reached your bunk and flopped luke on it, His eyes sleepily drifting off again, but this time, your face was the one he's dreaming about.
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When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
Flashback
Luke was now in the infirmary, sitting lazily on a stool while your half siblings rushed to get medical supplies to heal him.
"Y'know, this is just a small scratch baby, you're making this a big deal." You turned your head to his direction so fast, you could've sworn you almost gave yourself a whiplash.
"Luke, Your forearm is literally dripping with blood, caused by an arrow. AN ARROW!" You bellowed, Everyone in the infirmary looked at you like a lunatic, some patients even muttering curses at you for interrupting their sleep.
"Still, I got you flowers, didn't I?" His grin made you melt, but the sight of his injury made you frown.
But you can't be mad at his handsome face.
"Yes yes, You did I love you for that, now Where's Ella? We need to give you an injection"
"INJECTION?"
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My babe would never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the Lord don't forgive me
I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me
When I was kissing on my baby
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the low lamplight I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me
Flashback
" I can't believe you'll do that!" You screamed, tears streaming down your face. Your red dress, once nicely ironed, was now crumpled. It wasn't even midnight, and you two were fighting again. Over a boy.
"Because that pathetic excuse of a bastard deserved it!" He Yelled, His voice booming inside your cabin.
"He's just having a normal conversation with me! you're the one who's deranged!" You cried, Luke couldn't stand the sight of you crying, so he kissed you, it wasn't a passionate one, it was a possessive one, with his strong arms gripping your wrists, pinning you into the wall.
you pulled away for a second, His lips still near yours.
"I hate you" You whispered, His lips touched yours again, smudging your lipstick.
"Show me how much you hate me"
You could've sworn you saw him smirk before kissing you roughly again.
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When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
Flashback
"I'm sorry baby, please let me in" Luke whispered as he peaked through the small crack on your door.
"You can't come and go as you please," you said, your voice cracking, You tried not to cry, You love him , but you can't just keep supporting him after all the things he'd done.
Now, he was carrying a duffle bag, full of stolen artefacts from the Gods. You were God fearing. That's when you realize it when your father, Apollo, had punished your mother, blinding her using his powerful Ray of sunlight.
"You'd do this for me, honey.." He whispered desperately, but you just shook your head.
"I'm sorry..."
"No no no! Y/n! Y/N!" He screamed as he watched you walk away.
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When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
Flashback
You sat in the edge of your bed, still sobbing silently, Your halfsiblings gave you pathetic and sorry looks, but none of their pity could make you the same.
The God you admired the most, Your own father had taken your voice as a punishment, or that's what oracle said. Apparently, you had offended him by your blasphemous acts using his sacred song. Now you were voiceless.
"Baby?" Luke's voice greeted you.
You looked up at him, Your eyes glistening with tear as you ran into his arms sobbing violently.
"Shh...I know sweetheart.." He rubbed his hands behind your back, Kissing your temple at the same time.
As the dark haired boy comforted you, He smirked secretly, You were so easy to manipulate, with your doe eyes and your sweet smile, As you slowly fell asleep in Luke's arms, A rose necklace sat inside his pocket, Ever so beautiful, with your own voice trapped inside it.
A/N: HEY, GUYS! So this is a request! I used the 'Work Song' by Hozier, Every lyrics has an indication of the reader and Luke's past, I kinda wanna give them a toxic relationship, so....🫢🫢 I do hope you liked this!!
I apologise once again for any grammatical errors since my keyboard hates me ❤️
#luke castellan x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#xy/n#charlie bushnell#percy jackson#luke castellan#lovers
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professor welt and inexperienced student reader <3
note ♡ ; if you aren't comfortable with this dynamic then don't read pls! this is 18+ read at your own risk.
contents ♡ ; reader is called 'puppy', minimal pet play here(ig?), oral(giving/receiving)
Welt who'll have you in his office, seated on his lap, back pressed against his chest with your legs spread wide for him and your skirt hiked up on your waist, watching as you shyly tease yourself with your fingers. He adores the way you cover your mouth with your hand, embarrassed about the fact you were being so much louder and so much more turned on than usual.
He'll sit back and watch you touch yourself first before deciding to help you, his hands giving your legs a soft squeeze and rub before going up further on your body. His hands rough to the touch but remaining gentle as he slips under your shirt, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples. His lips on your neck, nipping at your skin and the shell of your ear where he whispers his sweet praises to you.
Welt who'll ask you little questions like 'Does it feel good?', 'Feels good right?', "Do you like that?' as his fingers replace yours.
Welt who'll give you a taste of the pleasure first so you could know how it feels to be on the receiving end before you try pleasing him on your own... He keeps his eyes on yours as he's between your legs, loving the way your mouth falls open as he sucks on that sensitive little pearl. He enjoys how responsive you are to his actions, taking note of how you bite down on your lip to stifle your moans, the way your thighs quiver around his head and your hand grips on his head for more.
Welt who'll give you a soft smile as you finish so hard from just his fingers and tongue, giving your thighs a reassuring rub, his lips pressing small pecks against your face and neck to ease your nerves before continuing further.
Welt who'll be extra gentle with you, calmly guiding you to pleasure him just the way he likes it. Guiding your hand in up and down motions on his cock, amused at your reaction of being able to finally touch, to finally feel how hot and heavy he felt in your hand. Every motion of your hand on him, speeding up on your own, causing him to let out little moans, groaning as you come closer to presses kisses along his length.
Welt who'll feel himself wanting more but doesn't want to overwhelm you, bringing his thumb to your lips but not expecting you to take the initiative and sink his sensitive head into your warm mouth. He bucks his hips up for a moment, sweat appearing on his hairline as you swirl your tongue around it, noticing how much you enjoy the taste of him.
Welt who'll lose himself within the feeling of your mouth and hands pleasuring him, sighing as you take him in further. The pet name 'puppy' slipping from his lips, and he quickly catches himself but notices just how much that turns you on, so he keeps it up. Calling you his 'sweet little puppy', praising you for doing so well and encouraging you to go further.
He takes his time with you, not wanting to rush even if you beg for it so much. He doesn't want to take it too far just yet, maybe after a few more 'lessons' he'll give you more than the previous, but he'll do what he can to make sure you're satisfied, although it'll be a matter of time until you become more persistent with your begging.
He loves how much more needy you became compared to the very first 'lesson' you two had, being proud of your improvements and the confidence you gained overtime with him. Even voices how proud he is of you now that you can say what you want without feeling super embarrassed, though you still are in some way. <3
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Hello, I'm your new fan and I wanted to make a request :) But if I can't do it, that's ok, I would like an image of Genshin from Zhongli, these days I saw a fanart of him and Lumine and I imagined myself in it lol I really do I love Zhongli and I wanted a smut of him
"CAN'T COUNT?" with ZHONGLI from GENSHIN IMPACT
synopsis: zhongli makes you count his mora while fucking you stupid.
character: zhongli x gn! reader
includes: (nsfw theme) slight dumbification, orgasm denial, marking, double penetration, finger sucking, spanking, slight nipple play
--"come on, dearest. can you not understand this simple task?" zhongli chuckles as his cold, ungloved, and surprisingly well taken care of hands gently massage the soft skin of your hips before delivering a harsh smack on your ass.
a cry of pleasure and pain gets caught in your throat as drool starts to slip down your lip. zhongli's cocks that were brutally pounding your insides suddenly stop. you turn your head back at him with tears in your eyes, slightly rocking your hips back trying to feel him moving inside you again. "w-why'd you..?"
you can't even get your words out before a deep, precise thrust to your sweet spot makes you choke on your own breath, and a harsher smack to your ass than before caused you to clench around him and roll your eyes to the back of your head.
"you stopped counting." counting? when were you-? oh right. just a short while ago, zhongli had you count his mora. but he proposed a challenge. you didn't bother to even hear out the challenge, only begin counting. you mean, zhongli has a little bit of mora, so it can't be that hard right? well, it might've been easy if he hadn't bent you over and started brutally fucking you. counting isn't easy when you have two monster cocks deep inside.
your eyes refocus on the small stack of golden coins in front of you. upon taking them into your hands, zhongli slowly starts thrusting into you again. "see, it's not hard to be smart, dearest." he gives you a wet, gentle kiss on your shoulder that eventually turns into a bite.
his teeth puncture your skin enough to bruise, and he slowly starts making more of them along your neck and shoulder. every once in a while, he'll pick up his speed and drag his tongue of the fresh bite marks.
soon enough, his slow thrusts return to their former pace. brutal, fast, and deep. his cocks throb inside your warm walls and you moan lewdly. zhongli notices that you're starting to lose yourself to him and his cocks, abandoning your tasks at hand.
his nails dig into your hips, bound to leave crescent bruises like the ones on your shoulder and back. he trades his fast, deep, pace for slower, deeper ones.
"zh-zhongli, pleashe don't shtop now.." you hiccup, again trying to bounce yourself back into him. your head drops down onto the small stack of mora that you've barely gotten through counting. drool escapes from your lips and pools onto of the coins as your eyes glaze over in pleasure. unfortunately, you only gain yourself another harsh smack on your ass that nearly sobers you up.
he begins to speed up his thrusts again, delighted to see you sinking back into him, his cocks, his pleasure. "what happened to counting those coins? i won't make you start over, but if you don't finish counting i can't let you cum."
your eyes roll to the back of you head, feeling his throbbing cocks speed up their precise pounds even more. you lift up your head, and begin counting from where you left off, or at least think you did. the threat of not being able to cum made you more determined that ever to get this over with.
as your hands start to run over the drool-covered coins, zhongli moves his hands from your hips to run along your body. his hands eventually stop at your chest. he tugs your nipples harshly to get a reaction out of you. and he gets one.
your walls tighten up around him, nearly bringing him and you to orgasm.
a loud moans leaves your mouth and echos around his office before one of his hands goes to cover your mouth. he thrusts two of his fingers in your mouth and you immediately start screaming around them as he doesn't stop pulling and rubbing at your other nipple.
"don't use this as an excuse to stop, my love. you're so close to being done, aren't you?" your vision is cloudy with tears and your eyes can't focus due to the intense amounts of pleasure youre feeling. but he's right. you are close. close to the end of the mora, close to your orgasm.
you barely even feel awake. you can hear zhongli's low grunts, the sound of his lower stomach slam into your ass, you squelching noise when he pounds into you, your own heartbeat. and you can barely hear yourself when you whine out a 'done!'
you're only convinced you actually said it when zhongli slowed down a little bit and began to leaned in close to your ear and began to whisper to you how proud he was of you.
zhongli turns you over so you're on your back and starts to lovingly kiss you on the contrary to his brutal thrusts. "you did so well for me, my sweet. now, let's make you cum as i've promised."
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monster!eddie who also has a monster sized cock and mocks you as you try and be the first to take it all? he’s degrading but sweet at the same time, calling you a good slut? idk man
Why would you do this to me!!!???!?!! I know who you are, You can't hide behind anon from me. 😉
Moot request
☾ Pairings: monster!eddie x fem!reader
☾ Warnings: porn no plot, unprocted sex, size kink, degrading, Monster!Eddie refers to the reader as slut, good girl and sweet girl, mocking, monster fucking, tetratophilia. Use of spit as lubricant, Slight fear kink if you squint. Biting, scratching, mention of blood, roughish sex, Everything here is consensual. Monster!eddie loves you, and you love him too. If I missed anything, let me know nicely, and I will fix it.
|A/n: a short blurb about Monster under the bed Eddie, Not proofread, divider by me, you can read my monster!eddie fic here. |
18+ no minors
"Please-- just a little more." You writhed under his large frame.
His dark eyes locked on yours, with an almost sorrowful expression. His brows knit together as he sits back on his knees, looking down at where your bodies were trying to meld together. He frowns, noticing how his thick cock has barely even passed the tip. No one has ever been able to take all of him before. He knows tonight won't be any different.
Some have tried, and it always ended in tears and pain. Pain, he never wanted to inflict on purpose. But God seeing you begging for more made him want to just slam into you, until he's filling you to the brim with is cock.
"Hmmm, I'm not so sure you can take more." His deep voice shakey as he tried to keep his composure.
"I can. I promise." You pleaded.
His long, serpent like tongue slithers out to lick his lips. The same tongue he used just moments ago that made you cum so hard your vision went dark. He can still taste you on his lips. The smell of your fear faded as it was replaced with your arousal clouding his mind. You were always just a little scared of him, but you always managed to warm up quickly. You're so fragile compared to him. He just wants to let go and ruin you, but he knows he can't.
He laughs darkly at how pitiful you sound begging for him to push deeper.
"Sweet girl, you want more, huh?" He cooed.
"Yes!, I need it all ." You practically yell.
His cock barely breaching past your entrance, his large clawed hands spread your thighs further apart. He removes his cock just for a brief moment to spit in his hand and rub it on his length. He readies himself at your entrance once more and pushes in deeper than he was before. You gasp at the stretch feeling his cock splitting you open around him. The size of him should have scared you, but your body yearned for him.
His mouth hanging open as he hovers above you. His long hair cascades down his back and over his shoulders. The scars on his body fading with time. His dark eyes now closed as he feels your pussy taking him in slowly inch my inch. He's being careful you can tell he doesn't want to hurt you.
"Keep going!" You moan impatiently.
His eyes shoot open and grins again, revealing his set of sharp white teeth.
"Such an impatient little thing, aren't you?" He teased.
You don't respond. Instead, you look up at him with big doe eyes, hoping he'll give you what you need.
He shakes his head, smiling to himself. He pushes in harder this time, causing you to let out a strangled sob. You throw your head back and move to grip onto his forearms that were now beside your head. You spread your legs impossibly wider for him. He continued pushing deeper and deeper, working you open around his length until his cock has disappeared in your body.
"Such a good little slut." He praised.
He stays still for a moment and examines your face looking for any sign of discomfort. He doesn't see any, and he pulls out almost halfway before plunging all the way back in. Your body jolts under him as his hips slam violently against yours. He's grunting and growling in your ear as he steadies himself on top of you. Your back arching off the bed when his cock starts hitting that spongey spot on your walls.
"Mmmm! fuck don't stop."
"Look at you taking all of me so well." He praised you again.
Your only response was to dig your nails into his shoulders as his cock easily glides in out of your pussy. "Want me to fill you up with my cum too?"
"Huh? Get you all nice and messy you'd like that, wouldn't you?" His voice low in your ear.
"W'anna see it spilling out of you." He hums, and his chest vibrates.
His warm breath against your ear sends a shiver down your spine.
You still can't form any words to make a cohesive sentence. The only sounds coming from your mouth are a few whimpers and pleads. One large hand moves to caress your cheek and wipe away a few tears that are spilling from the corners of your eyes.
"Aww, I know it must be so hard for you to think." He mocks.
Your face grows hot when he mocked you making your pussy flutter. But he's right, you can't think no matter how hard you tried. He dragged his long a long from your throat down to the middle of your breasts, making your skin prickle with goosebumps.
The harsh snap of his hips as his cock plunges back inside you breaks you from your daze. His heavy balls slapped into your ass with each powerful thrust. The soft curls between his legs soaked in your slick. A hand moves to grip your thigh as his cock sets a brutal pace. Your pussy making a filthy squelching sound that was close to pornographic.
His face now buried in the crook of your neck, and his mouth moves to bite down on hard. The sharpness of his fangs drawing just the smallest amount of blood as he desperately tried to stifle a moan.
He moves his mouth from your neck to let out the deepest animalistic growl you've ever heard from him. You feel that tightness building up again. You want to reach down to play with your clit but you hesitat not knowing if you're allowed to just yet. He sits back up again when he notices you're getting close. "Go on, touch yourself cum for me."
You easily moved your hand between your bodies to rub tight circles around your sore clit. He watches you while still vigorously pumping his cock in your pussy, making your breasts bounce with each thrust. His breath hitches, and he lets out a soft sigh when he feels you clench around him. You start rubbing your clit harder while his cock is still working that sweet spot on your inner walls.
Your legs wrap around him tighter when your second orgasm washes over you. You take a sharp intake of breath, digging your nails down his strong back. Your body trembles from your release. "Thank you!", "Thank you!" You quietly chanted to him as you came down from your high. Your legs shake and go numb. "yes such a good slut that's it cum on my cock."
He's giving you praise after praise going from "my good girl" to "his good little slut." You feel his cock twitch and his thrusts are getting more frantic. He gives his last few hard pumps of his cock before shooting his hot cum, coating your walls. "OH fuck!" He continues pumping his cock milking himself of every single drop. His cum filling you up and spilling out down the curve of your ass making a mess of you like he said.
He crashes down on top of you with his full weight, making it hard to breathe. You both lay there silent, struggling to catch your breath. He felt him shift his weight off you for a second. He tries to easily remove his length from you. You winced at the feeling of him leaving you. Your body is sore and weak, and your legs still feel numb.
For a moment, you think he's gonna disappear back from where he came, but he doesn't just yet. Instead, he goes to lay beside you on your bed. His body littered in claw marks you left him. The sun peaks through your curtains, signaling that you don't have much time left together. He can sense you're now getting sad and bends over to look you in the eyes once more. "You did so well for me tonight."
"Yeah?" You ask as your eyes light up.
"Of course, my sweet girl." He reassured, pulling your blanket up to cover your naked body.
"I will see you again tomorrow night like I promised I always would." He continues on while slinking himself under your bed.
You pout, but know he's got to leave the sun is starting to rise. You lay your head back against your pillow, waiting again for his hand to reach up and intertwine his fingers with yours as you sleep.
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Hey perse! I just discovered your blog and I really like your works! The sleepy MC was super relatable, and I was wondering if you could write some HCs about insomniac MC? It’s rough out here 🥱 looking forward to what you write next :D
AAAA THANK YOU I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY STUFF!! <333 Sorry to hear you’re struggling, insomnia literally sucks so hard. D:<
Hope I did your request justice, here you go~
Insomnia sucks, but do not dread! Demons do not need as much sleep as humans, which means they can devote plenty of time to helping you fall asleep instead!
The first thing Lucifer notices is the delayed reflexes and clumsiness. He originally thinks it’s just because you’re a human. Then he notices that you're quite frustrated with it which confuses him, because if that's the standard for humans then surely you'd be used to it, right? Still, he decides to observe you for a little while, before he confronts you.
It all collides one morning, when you drop your cup of coffee and burn your wrist, causing you to wince. Lucifer is immediately there, tending to you. "Are you hurt? Do you need ice on it?" You pull your hand to yourself and bite your lip, frustrated with it all. "I'm fine," you say, but now that he's close to you he finally notices the bags around your eyes. "Why do you look so tired?" he asks. You blink at him, baffled by his bluntness. "Just haven't been sleeping right," you eventually answer.
He immediately brainstorms how he can fix it. Do you need a new bed? Another pillow? Is the temperature in your room alright? He's very attentive after that and always assures you that the door to his office is open whenever you can't sleep.
Mammon notices that you have a hard time paying attention or focusing. You seem to doze off and stare into space often. He'll wave his hands in front of you. "Hey, human, you payin' attention?" he'll say and pout at you. He's such a whiner when your full attention isn't on him. "Sorry, Mams, I'm just tired," you say. "Yeah? Feel free to come to my room if you can't sleep," he'll offer an wink, despite his cheeks heating up.
He honestly doesn't expect you to take him up on his offer until he hears your soft knocking on his door. He immediately stumbles out of bed and throws his door open, grinning widely. When he catches your dissatisfied sleepy face, he tries to hold back a bit on his delight, obviously your discomfort is not a good thing, but he can't help being ecstatic that you're actually in his bed.
Leviathan notices because you always stay up really late with him to play video games. Don’t get him wrong, he likes playing with you, like a lot, but whenever he suggests going to bed, you always refuse. “One more game, please, Levi?” Come on, how can he say no to you? It’s just that one game always turns into three and the next thing he knows you’ve played for another hour.
One day he gathers up enough courage to ask you why and when you tell him you can’t fall asleep he immediately softens up. “Well, I, uh, so do you want to, maybe, I don’t know, sleep here?” His face is flushed but he insists that maybe it’ll be easier for you to sleep in the tub instead of your bed. You do sleep better that night, but it's not because of the tub, it's more because of Levi's calming breath and the slow heaving of his chest when he sleeps. After that, you often stay the night when you've played video games together and on the nights you have a particularly hard time falling asleep, you just lay there and listen to him sleep.
Satan reads for you until you fall asleep. He doesn't care how long it takes, he'll let you lay on his chest, while he reads for literal hours and he doesn't stop until he's absolutely sure that you're sleeping.
Like with sleepy MC, he'll begin to research why you can't sleep. He'll ask you if you're feeling stressed, offer to do your homework or if he needs to tell Lucifer to give you fewer chores. If he catches you drinking coffee or energy drinks, he'll tell you that those can actually worsen your sleep quality.
It gets to a point were you have to tell him that he's being kinda annoying about it. He'll frown and apologize. "I was just trying to help but I see that I might have overstepped." He's being dramatic here. Give him a couple of kisses and he's back at it again.
Whenever you wake too early in the morning and simply cannot lay in bed any longer Asmodeus is the one you go to. He's always up early, doing his skincare routine. He lets you sit in his bed, wrapped up in blankets, all bleary-eyed and with messy hair, while he’ll sit by his vanity. He thinks you look absolutely lovely, so sleepy and he'll look at you through the mirror, fighting the urge to smile and accidentally ruin his make-up.
Once he's done, he'll bring you to his chair and offer to do your skincare or makeup if you wear that. He'll take extra care, messaging your skin and shoulders. The sensation sometimes almost lulls you back to sleep.
Beelzebub absolutely hates it when you're cranky or depressed. "What's wrong?" he'll ask and when you tell him it's just because you didn't get any sleep, he gets quite confused. Humans get cranky if they don't get enough sleep? That seems awfully inconvenient...
I like to think that Beel is one of the best cuddlers of the brothers. He just has that build you know? He'll spoon you, wrap his arm around your waist and press kisses to your hair. If you ask, he'll tell you stories about his brothers, slowly lowering his voice to a point where it's just a low whisper. He waits till your breathing slows and he knows you're asleep. Then he'll kiss your head good night and go to sleep himself.
When you tell Belphegor that you have trouble sleeping, he doesn’t really understand you. What do you mean you can’t sleep? But you’re tired? Just go to bed?
Honestly, he’s kind of annoying about it but when he realizes that you genuinely just cannot sleep he apologizes. I don’t remember if this is ever addressed in the game, but I like to think that being around Belphegor actually makes humans kind of sleepy and because of that, naps are really nice with him because you actually manage to get some proper sleep.
Sometimes, Belphie and Beel team up and you all sleep together in the attic. You'll have Belphie facing you, face hidden in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around you tightly. Then you'll have Beel behind you, an arm thrown over the both of you. It's the perfect combo, that helps you actually sleep through the night.
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SURPRISE
— pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader
— warning: 18+ content
— wc: 909w
— genre: fluff *an itty bitty tiny maybe smut*
— summary: hyunjin came home after his performance at the SBS Gayo Daejun. Y/n hasn't seen him for hrs after he left, when he arrived home, Y/n was in a deep surprise.
Y/n was sitting at home all alone after her boyfriend had left for his performance at the SBS Gayo Daejun performance. She was thinking about watching them perform live on TV, but Hyunjin had other plans. He stated he didn't want her to view the surprise he'll show once he arrived home, so she went along with it. Understanding his point of view, but it really didn't make so much sense in her slow mind. Sighing to herself, Y/n decided why not creep up some episodes while Hyunjin was gone. "He wouldn't get mad... right?" Y/n wondered but shook it off, clicking the episode continuing on the watch.
After what seems like hours sense Hyunjin had left for his performance, Y/n began to cry to herself, reaching the last episode of the first part of the drama. While crying, she didn't notice Hyunjin got home way earlier than expected from his performance. Therefore, calming herself down, she sighed one last time before shutting off the tv. "Ughhh, it was so good! I can't believe he died and his lover is crying for him. If that were to happen to Hyunjin, i would not live a life without him." Y/n spoke off of her mind.
Taking a step, looking at the entrance of the living room coming face to face with Hyunjin. She was startled at first. "Hi!" She greeted with a stunned face, "You watched it without me?" He questioned. "Sorry, I was bored." She chuckles slightly. "You dyed your hair?" Y/n questioned, at the same time her feet was taking small little steps towards him. "You don't like it?" Hyunjin responded in a concerning way, thinking she might've not liked the way his maroon hair had reflected to her. "I love it, babe!" Y/n jumps into his arms.
"It's cute. The short hair is coming back, huh?" She teased him while he giggled. "You think so? I was planning on dying it this color for a while." He states, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Your hair color is so pretty. Are you trying to match me now?" Y/n pulls away from the hug, only keeping her arms wrapped around his neck. "Maybe." Hyunjin winked. "It's cute, I really love this hair color on you. You know what you should dye your hair next." She rambled on, "what color?" Tilting his head side ways, seeming to be interested into her question. "Red!" She says in a happy tone. "Is that so." He drags the 'so' a bit long. "YES!" she squealed before rubbing her hands into his scalp, massaging it. "I don't know, last time, the red was a bit messy." Hyunjin stated, "But you look hot with it." Y/n pouted, "Hey, don't be sad. I'll think about it." Hyunjin chuckles as to pulling her waist slightly against his.
"You know, this hair color on you got me feeling something." Y/n whispers into his ear as to biting her lower lip. "What way?" He asked in a tone that caused to send shivers down her spine. "Feeling the need ro be rocked out." Y/n traces her pointer finger down his nape, as Hyunjin growled. "I'll show you." Hyunjin says before slapping his hand roughly onto her ass making her yelp.
Hyunjin chuckled from the sound she made as to leading his lips onto hers. Both lips on to one another, as their kiss begins to become a bit sloppy. Sliding her smooth fingers into his maroon short hair, tugging on it for more friction into the heated kiss. He groans into the kiss from the amount of tugs that are caused by her to make him groan and moan quietly. Hyunjin licked her bottom lip as she opened her mouth for the smooth tongue of his to enter. Pulling her closer to his body, as her chest pressed against his, leaving zero space between the two. Hyunjin couldn't just stand the mouth of standin, which he picked her up by her legs, leading to the couch only to be settled on top of her while his hands roamed around her curved body.
Laying dowm comfortably on the comfy couch she was sitting on before spotting Hyunjin. As to Hyunjin hovering over her body, he traced every inch of her. With the way his pink plummed plumped lips moved on hers, had her going crazily isane with his touch. "Take this off." Y/n pulls away from the kiss, tugging on his black polo shirt. "Mmm." Hyunjin hummed at her request as he began pulling off his top. The couple soon came back to kissing one another but a bit more tension into the kiss. Slowly creeping up his roaming hands on her sides, Hyunjin slid his fingers to her waistband only to receive a heavy moan. Feeling his long fingers nearly sliding towards her heat. Y/n pulls away from the tense kiss as she moaned quietly, Hyunjin chuckled before ripping up the lacey underwear underneath the shirt she was wearing. "Are you ready?" Hyunjin asked in a seductive way, shoving his fingers in her heat before she could reply.
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Imagine calling leviathan levia-chan lol
nicknames | leviathan x reader
0.5k words | nsfw | gn!reader
cw: flustered otaku hours (and smut)
Want to distract him during a game?
“That blue shell wasn’t very nice, Levia-chan,” you complain with an exaggerated pout.
His head spins towards you and he drops his controller in shock. He sputters awkwardly at the nickname as his cheeks burn beet-red, and you pretend not to notice when your character on-screen crosses the finish line in first place. You hum happily and offer him the controller for a rematch. He snatches the controller back but keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eye until it’s time to go downstairs for dinner. You don’t call him that name again.
(Yet.)
Or tease him just to see how flustered he gets?
"Hey! Stop teasing Levia-chan," you grumble, glaring at his brothers who are having too much fun teasing him. You drape your arms over his shoulders and lean your weight against his back.
Even though you hook your chin over his shoulder, you're completely oblivious to the way Levi's eyes widen at your very sudden physical contact. His brothers stare with both of you with shared expressions of amusement, confusion, and just a hint of jealousy.
Well, they can be jealous all you want—they're not the ones you want to cuddle with in a bath tub.
"Come on," you urge him with a gentle tug on his hoodie. "Let's go finish watching our movie upstairs."
And let's be real, you can call him anything in bed and he'll love you for it.
"Mmm—oh, I can feel you twitching inside me, baby," you coo, smiling despite your breathlessness. You tilt your head back, your breathy chuckle fading into a wanton moan when he jerks upward suddenly and the blunt tip of his cock grazes that sweet spot inside you. His fingers dig into your hips and you're certain there'll be bruises tomorrow, but you like that—and so does he.
"Y-you're so tight," he whines, eyes clenched shut while he tries to draw out his release longer by not looking at you, but it's a lost cause.
Your brace your hands on his chest for leverage and roll your hips, grinding against him and sinking down onto his cock as deep as you can take him. Your slick, warm walls squeeze him relentlessly and neither of you can last much longer at this pace. He shakes his head against the damp pillow and bites his lip to stifle the pathetic groans bubbling in his chest and punctuating the obscene, wet squelch of your body sucking his cock inside you.
"Cum for me, Levia-chan," you whisper, rolling the cutesy nickname around your mouth with your tongue and savoring the way he responds to it. You meet his erratic thrusts with your own when he moves with more vigor than before, desperately trying to please you and fill you up the way you want. His iron-grip on your body is the only thing that keeps you from bucking off him completely when he finally spills inside you with a wail. Your fluttering walls milk his cock dry while you ride out your own ecstasy.
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x. oh, just to be with you
javier peña x f!reader | chapter ten of late night texts
summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.
chapter warnings: we're back to texts and phone calls. sorrowful!javi, two idiots pining for one another. fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes. falling in love. idiots in love. pls don't be mad at me ✨ wordcount: 3k.
text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi
He's aware of everything.
How the porch creaks when he steps on it, the way the back door doesn’t quite meet the frame unless it’s locked. How the wind is knocking something else, far across the tall grass and fence posts.
Right now, his focus is on how his curtains don’t quite close. That they're letting the thinnest crack of moonlight cascade through his room. How the smallest luminescent slither keeps dancing in the breeze, yet it still lands perfectly on the propped-up photo strip on his dresser, highlighting the two of you, as though he hadn't committed them to memory.
He can’t remember the last time someone had managed to slide around his walls—bypass his common sense and begin weaving themselves into him. Javi also can't remember the last time he wanted something more than a win.
Then came you.
Not that he complains that you're the exception. He'll never complain when it comes to you.
Having people close has never been his issue. It’s letting himself fall that he’s forever found hard. He can be a lover who makes a night all about the other; he can be a protector, shielding and doing what is needed.
It’s the parts after when he feels he clams up. A portion of him constantly weighing up risks, calculating the damage he could cause—either by a choice he could make or others—long before the city that housed Escobar.
Javi knew his reluctance had stemmed from before he left Laredo, but it was now carved somewhere deeper in him. Something you managed to find with relative ease and cut out of him as if it was nothing.
All smiles. All radiance and fucking beauty, with a laugh that could make his lips curl even if his bones are aching and his muscles are tired.
If he closes his eyes, he can almost convince himself that he’s back there, in the hotel room. Because even if you’d never been here, your room is full of him.
His bag of spilt-out clothes from your time together, slowly letting the scent of your perfume seep out across the room. Your jacket, hung on the closet handle, and the photos and sign you made on his dresser, all perfectly in sight.
you have nice handwriting
I did try my best, sometimes I get lazy and letters blur together more.
I like how you wrote baby
Does this mean I’ve got the whole set now?
Cause you like how I say it, how I write it, how I mouth it.
Even when he had known you’d needed to get some sleep, Javi had desperately wanted to beg you to stay up. Sending back a text here or there, already missing you so much more than he was sure he could handle.
He felt lovesick. Like the singer in all those songs that make people either stare at a loved one or bite back tears because they lost theirs. Suddenly relating to a sea of them he’s heard on the radio in the kitchen or hummed in the back of his pop’s throat.
Javi had been happy to see his pops, somewhat surprised he even came out of the house to greet him. But, as soon as his eyes landed on him, he became suddenly more aware of his old man’s age. Noticing the lines on his face, the ones that tell a thousand stories—not all of them he’s sure he’s heard. Curling into the hug he’d barely reciprocated before, unsure how to form the words to thank him for convincing him to go.
Naturally, he asks about you.
It’s more of an interrogation if he’s honest. He shows the photos, the ones now on his dresser, watching his pop smile as he continues to answer the array of questions, until he yawns for the tenth time in the space of five minutes.
“You should get some sleep, Pop.”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead, Javi. Tell me more about your lady.”
Your lady.
Those two words stand out as if they’ve been illuminated in bulbs, twinkling and shimmering.
now youre back in reality you sure about us
Never been more sure about anything, baby.
just wanted to check
You’re beginning to sound like me, worrying.
left a mark on me
Think that’s fair, you’ve left a lot on me too. Especially my chest.
“Tomorrow. Promise. The drive took it out of me.”
But Javi isn’t tired.
Somehow, he had suspected he wouldn’t be the moment he watched you leave.
For longer than he cares to number, he's struggled with it. Had developed an unhealthy live-able balance of it when he was working, something he managed to keep as a prize in his return.
Now, it’s different.
There’s an edge to it. As though he's now having to pay back the stolen sleep he enjoyed when he had been lay with you. When he slept with ease and not struggle. Leaving him feeling now like he’s in a lull, a dream. All aware, not in a daze anymore, noticing things he had never given much attention to before his trip out of town.
You had been so warm, so soft. His fingers gliding up and down your side, soothing you as much as it was him. But, you slept with ease. Falling almost instantly once you'd stopped talking, a little jolt and a soft sigh punctuating it.
Fuck, he misses you.
Thumb and index pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes clenched shut. Unsure how he's supposed to manage, and cope, until the next chance he gets to see you.
Till he gets to hold you in his arms, stare at your smile as it grows across your face or feels the light tap of your hand when he’s teasing you...
Something ugly curls inside of him. At first, soaked in sadness, before it shakes itself and burns bright with annoyance. Irritation. Anger at how unfair it all is.
How is it, after all, he’s given up—he’s fallen for the one person not even in his state? A person he had to say goodbye to hours ago, for reasons out of his or their control.
He almost snorts, unsure if it’s due to the tiredness or the reality that after all he’s faced, life would continue to be cruel and deal him such a hand. Tempted to get up, kick off the sheets and pull out the crossword from before he left town.
Javi doesn't. Instead, he closes his eyes, shaking his head—to no one but himself. Because he can't do them without you now. A promise, one given with ease.
He hears the whisper of the wind, the rustle of the trees. Something needling at him that if he wasn't so broken, this would be the perfect amount of quiet to fall asleep to.
Now, it's not the loud of a Colombian city he misses now. It's how your leg slides over his, how your breaths feel on his chest—how you twitch, ever so slightly, as you first fall asleep.
But, it’s the quiet as to why he hears his phone vibrate, practically darting out of bed, knowing it can only be you.
why aren’t you asleep?
Because I can't sleep without you. Apparently.
I miss you too.
I really hate this. I even miss you digging your knee into my hip.
told you that you’d miss it once it was gone
I feel like telling you that you’re right will mean your head will inflate.
youre right
One day, right?
if I could make that tomorrow I would
You really missing me that much?
not enough words in the world to describe how much, baby
Gonna make me cry.
dont cry I can’t wipe them from here
So not wise for me to tell you I cried the entire flight home.
did the person you sit next to seem to mind
They didn’t say anything until we landed. Then promptly told me that I deserved better.
so they thought you were broken up with
I think I may have led her to believe that from the amount I was crying.
fuck you like me a lot
I like you a regular, normal amount.
I don’t think I like you a normal regular amount
That’s the tiredness talking.
you know it isnt
I feel the same. I really miss you.
I miss you too but you should try to sleep you have work tomorrow
Okay, but so do you!
ill be fixing a shed or a pen baby you have to deal with people
go to sleep and then tomorrow we can call as planned
You’d told him that you suspected the first day would be the hardest.
Not the goodbye (and that had been fucking painful) but the following day when they were apart.
Javi hates that you’re right.
It twists inside of him how much he loathes it—grateful that he gets to push some of his anger into repairing the side of the shed. Hammer meeting nail, again and again. Each time with more fury than is needed, only worrying after whether he’s done more damage to the shed post than pre.
"Mijo."
He doesn't find a judgemental look, but one filled with sympathy.
His pop not quizzing him, just handing him a beer. A cold one, droplets descending down the can, sliding across his palm and down his wrist—attempting to soothe the boiling blood in his veins.
“It’ll get easier.” His pop tugs his hat down, shielding his eyes, before staring off into the distance. “When me and your mama first began, we couldn’t see each other all the time either.”
Letting out a sigh, Javi grinds his teeth. A sea of biting comments lathered on his tongue, all set to pounce, to poison.
Instead, he kicks the ground, swallowing most of them back. “She wasn’t hundreds of miles away, though.”
“No,” his Pop says, clapping his hand on his back—both for comfort and likely stability. “But we didn’t have landlines, or tha' other thing you do on y’phone. The tapping."
The tapping.
He doesn't snort, even if it sits at the back of his throat. Burying it in the liquid that slides down his throat with ease.
"Come on, ‘need to head into town, and my truck is acting up.”
Javi doesn’t question it, why he’s the one sliding into the passenger seat of his own truck.
If he’d thought about it, he’d have asked why the truck was acting up or why Pop was driving instead of him. But he doesn’t—didn’t. Just let it happen, staring off as the shades of grass pass him by, fingers playing with the cap on the can, twisting and twisting it.
To fill the silence, he rolls the edges of the can around in his hands. Crunching the sides every now and again, making him wince from the noise.
Then, he finds himself staring at the fingerprints left in the dust from you touching his dash—eyes catching sight of a hair grip on the floor near his boot.
He’s rolling it in his fingers when they’re back on the road, silence smothering them until he watches his pop turn on the radio. As soon as it springs to life, it becomes desperate to try and cut through it. The broadcaster mumbles about heavy rain and increased traffic, but he’s lost in a sorrow of sadness all cast by the spell of a good week to care. The fog around him making it hard to see the wood through the trees, never mind the hope through the misery.
“Dios mio. More trucks passing through now since the bridge opened. Y’noticed, mijo? So many.”
“Hmm.”
Eyes fixed on the grip, the one more worn on one side than the other—imagining your face, the night when he’d watched you take them out, face fresh, one of his tees on your frame.
Then, because the world isn’t cruel enough, the song changes. The radio playing a game with him now, as well as everything else, as he lifts his head, trying to focus on the road. Hearing the soft thud of his pop’s fingers on the steering wheel, his jaw tightened as the lyrics washed over him. Faintly hearing you humming along with the chorus.
Because he heard the song in the diner with you.
Heard it on the radio one afternoon, then again in the bowling alley—how it wrapped its tune around the two of you.
“Heard our song today,” he says, fingers massaging his temple.
He's thankful his pop said he had plans, the quietness settling over the rest of the ranch.
Before he met you, he dreaded the nights he was left alone. His thoughts gearing up, ready to pounce. The minor differences he could have made if he took a step back and stared at the facts, how he should have noticed how deep the corruption was—how much Colombia was taking from him, bit by bit.
Now, he tries not to grin when his pop says he’s going out.
When he’s left alone, allowed full reign to talk as loud as he wants to you—rather than being huddled near the phone, whispering like a teenager.
“Our song?”
“Yeah.”
Javi can practically hear you smirk. “And how does that go, charmer?”
He’s not a singer. Not by a long shot, but he does his best. Humming the tune at first, softly singing the words from the chorus until he trails off.
You snort, before you try to muffle it in a cough.
“You tricked me.”
“Maybe. But, just because I wanted to hear you sing.”
Smirking, he pulls the phone from his ear—shaking his head—before replacing it back to hear you add:
“You have a beautiful voice.”
“Fuck you, baby.”
Your laugh rips from you, hurtling down the phone right to his soul—making fireworks explode in his chest and warmth kiss his nerves.
Because now he can imagine what you look like. Likely head thrown back, eyes closed—nose scrunched a little as your hands grip onto something for leverage.
And it was beautiful. You’re beautiful—your laugh and your smile. Something he feels he should have said long before now. He’s about to rectify that, when he hears it merge into a sniffle—veering into tears and half-suppressed swallows before a noticeable little sob breaks through—as his throat dries instantly, closing.
Turning, he places his palm on the fall as he tries to keep his chest from tightening. The knot in his chest, the one he suspects is tied to you in some way, constricts, pulling taught around his lungs.
“I—I miss….”
You sniffle again, louder. “I've been looking forward to this all day,” you whisper, voice catching, words struggling to fall as sweetly as they usually do. “But, is it bad for me to say that phone calls aren’t the same now I’ve had the chance to be with you in person?”
Leaning his forehead against the kitchen wall, Javi wipes his chin. “Took the words outta my mouth, baby.”
He hears you chuckle, almost both heavily and heavenly, before you ask about his day.
He rambles because it’s easy too. You listen, lapping up every single thing. Hearing about his trip to town, his pop making jokes—trying, desperately, to crack through the mist that had descended.
“How was yours?”
Then you sigh, all tight. You tell him about Aish and her interview, before your voice softens as you begin whispering about the prep you’re doing for your interview. He’s about to comfort you, when you continue about the asshole you work alongside has been taken out for lunch by your boss and that you snagged your favourite pair of tights on a desk.
“But, enough about that—guess what I’m wearing?”
Smiling, he bites down on his knuckle, Javi lifting his head, groaning as he tries to think. “All of your clothes at once? Anything else might short-circuit my brain.”
“Won’t tell you then.”
“No. Please. Tell me, baby.”
He hears you move, and is almost sure he can hear you swallow. “You realise that you’re missing something, Javier?”
Fuck, the way you say his name. How it drips from your tongue. Laced in lust and swirling down the phone line to his brain.
He quickly tries to think of his washing, the piles he made—the attempted sorting. And it hits him. His eyes widened, head half-lifting, feeling his eye twitch.
“Fuck—“
“Yes. I’m sat in that. And underwear, of course.”
“Hermosa…”
His throat is dry, painfully so. Mind arranging an image of you from the days he spent with you. And fuck.
“Wasn’t sure this shade of pink was my colour, but I was wrong.”
Jutting his jaw, he closes his eyes—picturing the sight of you. The underwear he’d had the chance to peel off of you, the way it set against your skin—now, accompanied by his shirt on your arms. The buttons are likely undone, showing off more skin than he can currently process thinking about.
“It’s nice on my skin,” you whisper, all honeyed. “Be better on my floor.”
Clenching his fist, he bites his lip. “Baby…”
“Maybe I’ll show you one day.”
Snorting, he traces his teeth with his tongue. “You better. Now, tell me about the underwear.”
“Only if you can answer six across. Clue: now.”
Mouth parting, his jaw rolls to the side, eyes picking a spot on the wall. Thinking. And thinking.
“Want an extra clue?”
“An extra? You're spoiling me.”
He hears you giggle, low and in your throat. “It’s an Italian word. And, ‘I want to see you… blank—“
His eyes flick up, a smile spreading. “Pronto.”
“Correct,” you reply. “Seven words, silenced. You did this to me when you had your mouth on my—“
“Shushed,” he says quickly, fist clenching, trying to stare at the mark on the wall again, and not let the image of you populate in his head.
“You okay, baby?”
Gritting his teeth, he sighs. “You’re devious, you know that?”
“I think it’s your shirt. It’s making me… flirty.”
Grinning, he turns on the spot, back against the wall—head tilting up, eyes closing. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too….” your tone softer, frayed at the edges. “I’m kinda glad I stole your shirt.”
“Me too. Means I get to see you to steal it back from you.”
“Off me.”
It comes out quickly—purposefully chosen, spilt.
Frowning, he opens his eyes. “What?”
“Off me. You’ll have to steal it from my body.”
Grasping the phone, breathing through his nose, letting out a murmured, “Fuck, baby,” under his breath.
AN: for all those wondering if they'll be together in person again, they will. i am a happily-ever-after kind of writer unless otherwise stated. but it was so important to me that they had a magical week, and then returned to their lives.
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Diasomnia boys with a reader that's really prone to panic attacks, but hides it really well?
Like, sometimes they get really jittery and stuff, but that's just them being them! It gets better, usually. If not, they go to the bathroom chill, even when they're literally going to die inside.
And they kinda knew cause they went on a boat date, then they just kinda started saying they were uncomfortable and stuff and they ended up having a huge panic attack, like how would they react?
malleus draconia
he is very observant, especially over someone like you. it's his own way of showing care and affection if anything. malleus usually seems to have a watchful eye over you-- your wellbeing is something he finds really important to him. he can quite easily tell how nervous and how much anxiety building up in you. with that being, however, he is a bit... awkward showing how much he does want to help you. he doesn't understand that part well. now, he doesn't express it, but it does he feels a strange and foreign sense of powerlessness because he wants to be able to magically take it all away.
malleus is incredibly gentle; he does go out of his way to still try even though he can't fully solve it for you. when he notices the jitteriness or even as soon as you seem to be unable to focus, if you're alright with the touch- he'll carefully slip his hand to hold yours and trace his thumb over the top of your hand. he will give you reassuring affirmations or looks. though, he tends to just slip you away from whatever you're around and give you the best sense of peace he can.
with that being said, that's what he prompts to- he knows you seemed to feel somewhat better during your times with him outside ramshackle at night, where you may find comfort just trying to ease your breathing outside. he'll be there, quiet but someone for you if you wish to speak. and once again, because this is still new for him- whatever you want practically goes because he just ultimately wants you to feel better. so even if that's space, stay in silence, or talk about something else to get your mind off it. he will gladly give any of it.
lilia vanrouge
lilia already has this caring and doting nature around him- and that always applies to you. he can sense what you're feeling from a mile away. he knows you so well already and only wants nothing more than to help you. lilia genuinely wants to be someone you can lean and rely on. despite the trouble or teasing to others he can bring- he is very careful around you. especially during the aftermath of any of them, he is ready to be there.
he is always seeming to check on you. when you seem to be bouncing your leg, fidgeting, biting your lip or nails- very quick to notice- he'll calmy hush a "do you want my help, dearest?" something of that sorts and give a reassuring smile. he never wants you to feel bad for it and make it any kind. he also wants the approval from you if you want or need him around to ease yourself.
when you've dealt with one, carefully, he'll try to ease and calm you down after the adrenaline high you were just experiencing. he'll always seem to have a caring smile on his face when he asks if you''ll let him hold you for a moment. i have a feeling his hugs, with the addition of soft humming or strokes are the epitome of safe.
silver
at first, he was new to handling these kinds of things- he felt completely unsure how to help when all he wanted to do was do just that. much like malleus, but honestly, probably even more so- his quiet nature can most likely prove to be some help when it comes to your panic nature. anything he says or does, even if he is a bit internally worried about how to handle it himself, is so gentle and soothing. it hurts him seeing how much you have to deal with- so he'll do everything and anything he can for you. in moments especially where you're talking to others and feeling anxious, he'll take over for you.
silver is protective by default; it only heightens around you. he wants nothing more than for you to be and feel safe. he is knight, he really couldn't push that part away from him if he tries. in the midst of the moment his focus is solely onto you. if you'd allow him, he hold your hands and let you squeeze them as tight as you want, trying to help guide you through it the best way he can. even if it's difficult and you feel like a mess, he is right there with a worried look and this aching desire to fix it for you.
after it slowly wears of, he might recommend and try coaxing you to fall asleep. he doesn't leave your side if your comfortable enough to allow yourself to. he'll lightly trace your arm and try to have you match your breathing with his.
sebek zigvolt
sebek would probably have the most confused time trying to help you- not in a bad way- like anyone else he wants to help you, but he has zero clue how to even begin the first few times. he gets so concerned and when he gets worried it comes out as loud unintentionally. or maybe even aggressive to others in a sense of thinking someone was bothering you. and clearly that's the last thing you would need, so he tries his best to be more cautious of himself for you. there are times where he's been kneeled in front of you sitting looking up to you with a "tell me what i can do for you" attitude. he gets so serious,,,
like silver, he's a knight and wants you with a sense of security- he doesn't want to feel like he failed you on that. he would go out of his way after he starts to slowly understand them- to spend his spare time reading about it and even go to lilia for help on comfort. so, at times like this during an instance on a date he would be ready all the more.
him trying to help you does feel rather by-the-book scientific ways of helping you get through it. but he genuinely tries and is solemn about it. he does stumble a bit nervously sometimes, because he still can't quite think straight when you're experiencing anything sorts of bad. but sebek does his absolute best.
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Hewos! How would the Sinclair Brothers act when they give their s/o her first kiss?
First kiss W/ The Sinclairs HC's!
sinclair brothers x fem!reader
contains— fluufffffff, minor violence in Bo's other than that its cute and its late while i write this so apologies for bad writing
requests— open!!! ill write for any slasher atp
vampyr's note— school is bustin' my girl balls fr, Sorry if the guys are a lil ooc, im delusional so I be just writing how I feel the situation would go frrrr, also its not gonna be good lol i just wanted to write something b4 bed because this is like my hobby
word count— 756 words and 3.8k characters
gifs aren't mine! credit for the dividers :D: @mmadeinheavenn thank you for your service 🤍
Bo Sinclair:
Your first kiss with Bo is rather.... gruesome :D (if you are a bo girly you gotta at least be a lil violent js)
He gives you your first kiss in his shop.
He has you talking it up with some visitors and keeping them distracted so he can strike a good kill with them
As you're talking with the visitors you notice one of the girls getting a lil too handsy with Bo. Shes touching his chest, biting her lips, and he's entertaining her too (cause he just would)
So while the other visitors leave, you ask the girl to stay back and to chit chat with you.
Once she turns her head, you blackout...
All of a sudden she's on the floor and you have a wrench in your hand thats bloody.
As she screams for help on the floor, Bo rushes up and this lil fucker has the biggest smile on his face.
"I knew you'd do somethin' about it" he coos at you.
"I-I dont know what came over me.." you say dropping the wrench on the floor with a loud bang.
"Darlin' its fine. Didn't think you'd go all out for your man like that." he'd say playfully.
He grabs you and smashes his lips against yours, dominating the kiss in seconds, while the girl basically watches and is bleeding out.
He has his hands on your cheeks and is kissing you like you just did something so amazing and wonderful.
"That's my girl." he says low and husky in your ear.
"Make sure she's the first one Vinnie does." You say as you pull away, completely flustered.
Lester Sinclair:
Your first kiss with Les is really sweet and rather innocent.
He kisses you in the forest (no not by the roadkill pile lol)
I feel like you and him just go exploring ALL the time
If you're not a nature person, he will beg you with PUPPY DOG EYES to go out with him constantly (you better give in, he deserves the world)
but I feel like he'd have a little area in the forest for you that has a fairy lights and a pretty stone path to a swinging bench that he built, just for you and him to have convos and talks.
I feel like you'd guys have this deep convo thst has to do with trauma and childhood trauma.
While you're pouring your heart out to him, he very lovingly places a small kiss on your lips as tears fall from your eyes while you remember your past and remember the things youve pushed past.
The kiss is soft, and quick.
He pulls away and is a bit starstruck at the random boost of confidence he just gained,
""m sorry. I- should've asked..." he says with the rosiest cheeks everrrr
he'll hold your hand and bow his head in shame, thinking hes gone too far.
but his heart starts to flutter once he feels your head rest on his shoulder as you guys talk some more.
Vincent Sinclair:
Your first kiss with Vinnie is adorable
It's in his basement ofc
You were in his bed, watching him work on some new sketches
Your eyes felt heavy and your breath was slowly starting to even out
Vincent hears your steady breaths after a while and rolls his chair over to you quietly, sketchbook and pencil in hand already.
This cutie straight up starts sketching your closed eyes, your nose, and your messy hair that's sprawled all over his pillow
as he adds more detail to his drawing he finally gets to the part of your face that leads to your lips.
he looks up from his sketch book and truly stares at your lips for awhile, really eyeing the depth of them and the softness of them.
he tilts his head to get a better view of them and he finally takes his mask off.
(he tends to wait for you to be asleep to finally take it off in the first few months of you guys dating)
he gets into bed with you and looks at your sleeping face and just simply admires it. the sound of your soft snores coming from your parted lips relaxes him.
eventually he very timidly places his lips onto yours, careful not to wake you up.
he places a few more pecks on your lips before pulling the duvet over your body.
after that night, it becomes a routine of his to watch you sleep and to sneak in some maskless pecks to your sleeping figure
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oooh how abt reader is the daughter of a powerful family in the capitol and is dating coryo and hc’s abt then taking each others virginity😗🤭
You didn't specify so I'll go with academy coryo! especially cause he's a virgin lol. Hope these are good (: I tried to keep coriolanus canon so he's a bit of a bitch sorry.
tw: smut (nothing too explicit), loss of virginity, coriolanus snow, unprotected sex, mention of baby trapping (doesn't happen, only mentioned)
I think Coriolanus started dating you just out of necessity, since you come from a rich family he realizes that when he eventually marries you he'll get your money as well.
He doesn't necessarily hate you, just isn't desperately in love with you. Which you are with him. You of course don't know the real reason why he's dating you, and he makes sure to keep it that way.
When it comes to the sex though, I think it's more because of Festus that he decides to "initiate it". In the book it's mentioned he only ever did something in an alley because of a bet with him so I think it happened in a similar way, Festus teasing him for being a virgin and Coryo's like "I'm not, I have a girlfriend, we have sex almost every day."
So as soon as he gets you alone he decides it's time for the both of you to lose your virginity. I feel like everything Coriolanus does he takes it so seriously so in his head it genuinely might feel like a political tactic or something
"I think I'm ready," He whispers as you're making out, trying to sound as shy and innocent as possible, "to, uhm, you know..." And he gestures between the two of you.
You're a bit unsure at first, but eventually he convinces you. "Okay, I trust." You say, your voice shaking.
Now, Coriolanus will act all confident and tough, but he has no idea what he's doing, due to his lack of experience. You probably notice this and try to reassure him.
"Coriolanus, it's alright, there's no one to rush us." You tell him, gently taking his face in your hands and kissing him. He nods, trying not to look completely lost which he is .
He tries to be sweet, and listen to you, because he's afraid if he doesn't you'll leave him, and for already specified reasons he can't have that. But he's 100% a selfish lover so don't expect much more sweetness for future times
"This might hurt a bit, okay?" He says as he slowly slides into you, and you nod, biting your bottom lip trying not to whimper. He waits before he starts moving, wanting you to adjust to the feeling.
"Tell me when I can move." He murmurs, kissing down your neck as if that will make the pain disappear. It surely helps to know that your boyfriend is so caring though, so you slowly nod, feeling less scared in Coriolanus' arms.
He starts slow, but probably loses control soon. He cannot control himself and, like I said, selfish lover, so although he tries to listen to what you tell him but truthfully he doesn't care
He will not wear a condom so you better be on the pill girl. He'll probably see sex as just another way to get you with him forever so I think he'll try and get you pregnant at some point, maybe without even asking you. But only after you both graduate from the academy.
He's surprisingly soft after, making sure you feel okay and cuddles with you in bed, making sure you feel so loved and appreciated.
#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#coriolanus snow#tom blyth#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you#coriolanus smut#the hunger games
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if wrio has the new muscular character body type then do you think his thighs touch?? he’s so mmmnnh~
oh yeah for sure ! imagine getting off on his muscular thighs or just riding him after a long day of work ugh!😩 i just wanna massage his big, strong muscles and his cock and having it lead to other things *wink wink*
I just wanna add a little drabble cuz I'm having thoughts~
warning: he might be a bit ooc. Also smut below. I couldn't help myself🥺
His strong hands on your hips, helping to guide you back and forth on his muscular thigh. Your slick covering his rough thigh makes it smoother to grind on. He adds more pressure to your clit while moving you faster. You mewl and whine his name, holding onto his shoulders as you get closer to the edge. "Come on kitten." He watches you closely, relishing in your current state caused by him. He scoots a bit further down the bed from the headboard, raising his thigh a bit, causing you to lean over him. Your chest is hovering over his face, giving him access to lay bites and kisses all over it. He moves up to your neck, causing more moans to leave your puffy, bitten lips. Given the new position he put you in, not only are you humping his thigh, but youre also humping his cock, hips moving against each other. He sucks in a breath against your neck. He'll cream his pants soon if this carries on. But he doesn't care. He wants to thrive in this moment, be selfish and give into his desires. "Yes Wrio. More~." You mumble incoherently but he understood what you said. Both of your paces quicken. Moans and grunts falling from each other's lips. He bites down on your breast, causing you to finally fall over the edge. Your head falls back, a silent scream leaving your lips as you both ride out your highs. Once you both have settled down, he sweetly kisses the bites he left on your chest and neck, leading up to give you one last kiss on your lips. A small smile graces his beautiful lips as he cups your cheek. You move to get off of him, weak from the passionate moment. You look down at his pants, noticing the wet spot on them. You look at him and ask, "Did you?" He looks away, a slight blush covering his cheeks. You giggle and lean up to kiss his cheek.
#wriothesley#wriothesley headcanons#wriothesley x reader#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact x reader#wriothesley smut#genshin impact smut
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the yandere ghost is just 💕😭. your thoughts on yandere König? 👀
Thank you ♥ Please enjoy :3 (I am also really enjoying it rn that I have the ö key on my keyboard hehehe, fuck yeah, finally the german keyboard is useful >:D)
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♡ Lord have mercy on the poor soul trapped with and König himself. He can't go even a second without thinking of his darling stuck alone at the base (living their best life away from him), but once he's around you, he's way too awkward to do anything with you. If you were to hold out your hand invitingly to him, he'd—at most!— brush his fingertips over your palm, ready to die happily as he shudders from the sensation. Guy holds your hand once (which costs him a ton of courage), and his heart just... stops. He has to leave the room afterward, or he might lose it, sweating, cursing, pants bulging, and so, so much need inside him to go back and do it again. He wants to go back immediately, kiss you, hold you, and rub against you just once. But unless you invite him again, he'll try to be patient and not pressure you into it, even if it's (he's) so hard and kneeling in front of you, biting his lip so he doesn't beg you to tell him to come closer.
♡ Luckily, his awkwardness also means there is a way to get some peace by collecting all your courage and just randomly hug him while he's busy doing something (that he thinks you'll like, like cleaning or cooking). It'll put him into a state of shock that could potentially make or break your escape. Just kidding. You reach for his gun? You're on the ground or pinned against the wall, his arm choking you as he shouts at you to never fucking do that again. He's scared for your safety first, scary as he looms, pins, and threatens you second. König will be incredibly sorry afterward for hurting you and lashing out as he has to watch you try to breathe again once he retreats after realization sets in. He's furious—at you, at him, at the fact you could have been hurt by his negligence. So at least he leaves you alone for a while to cool off and find a solution, only returning when he's secured some sweets and gummi bears as an attempt for you two to reconcile.
♡ He's very much a beaten dog that will run to any kind of affection you give him. Ask him a question? He drops everything and stands by your side in seconds, even if it's just yes or no. He's inching closer, and you don't look at him or tell him to stop? He'll put his head in your lap and let out a giant blissful sigh. König tries to join any activity he permitted, so if you chill on the couch and watch TV, get ready to almost drop over the edge while he scoots in behind you, or have him hover over you while you do a puzzle, watching which piece you'll place next with enormous interest. He lives for not being rejected by you, and it's his ruin when you tell him to leave you alone and to go away, that you hate him, or that you'll never like him. Please balance these two things carefully, 'cause one day he'll decide to be the monster you keep trying to make him out to be. And you won't like learning just how big, bad, and needy he can be when you push him over the edge. Hint: You're just a doll (what kind depends on his mood) in his hands. Never forget that.
♡ Absolutely does not share you. Don't you dare to look at someone else, even if he has to bring you on a mission. Don't sit anywhere but his lap, never leave his side, and for the love of God, don't open your mouth to speak to anyone but him. Somehow, being with other people makes all these insecurities and anxiety go away for a while, even though when you two are back in private, he asks if you still like him the most. It's almost as if he is showing you off, but the moment someone notices you, he gets growly and visibly possessive, placing his arm around your body (slinging it over your shoulder and grabbing your side like a seatbelt), picking you up, making you straddle his thigh and face him, etc. König hates everyone and anything that looks at you, almost more than when they look at him and he feels judged. You're simply off-limits for others.
♡ He rarely threatens you with violence, but he's love bombing you to the extent that sometimes you forget you're his captive, not his actual partner. König brings you new flowers whenever the old ones wilt, asks you to dance in the kitchen with him, cooks your favorite meals regularly, and asks you out on dates (those rarely happen because "you don't know how to behave," he says, giggling. He doesn't know how to behave either, maybe you two shouldn't be out there together). He buys you things that remind him of you, and even when you have an emergency craving, he gets out at one in the morning to somehow fulfill it. König constantly tells you how much you mean to him and that you're the best thing that's ever happened in his life. If he's a little more confident in your relationship (aka, after you stopped struggling so much), you can count on many gentle touches, pats, head kisses, hugs, hand kisses, rocking you to sleep, etc. He really makes it seem like you're in a relationship.
♡ You probably made the mistake of getting a bit too friendly with him for his twisted mind to understand you were just trying to be nice. He never had that kind of connection with anyone before, and he just had to have you afterward, all to himself, or he might have lost his mind. This desperation is why he keeps you locked away, trying so desperately to sweeten the deal for you by doing everything he can to appease you. There's no one else to wait for him whenever he returns home, give his life another meaning other than killing, so he clings to you who once showed him exactly what he always wanted—an unafraid smile, a welcoming greeting, and kindness radiating off you. He can't share you for the very same reason, knowing that you could make any man go mad with your abilities to welcome them into your life.
♡ Calls you all sorts of loving names like: "Schatz" (treasure), "Liebling" (Darling), "Kleine/Kleiner/Kleines" (fem/masc/gn translates to "Little/Small one") as well as "Große/Großer" (fem/masc translates to "Big/Tall one"), "Prinz/Prinzessin/Eure Majestät" (Prince, Princess, Your Majesty).
♡ You're the only person who can make him come to a complete standstill. He's known to be hyperactive and rarely able to calm down. Still, if you are forced to hug him and let his hand run up and down your back, he's the most focused and calm soldier anyone has ever seen. He doesn't blink, doesn't flinch or move (if not to put you out of harm's way), doesn't speak—a massive silent blot in the landscape. He's able to focus on everything that's discussed, can answer questions easily without stuttering. All that and more, just because he has you like a little comfort plush. It's something his Platoon knows to appreciate and use if needed. Otherwise, they try to stay away from you as far as possible to avoid the calmness turning into terror, unlike what these soldiers have ever seen. No one wants to cross König. They leave being a ragdoll to you.
♡ On days that he comes home exhausted, his insecurities and awkwardness will just be overwritten by exhaustion, so he doesn't care what he does as long as it involves you. He'll lead your hands to where he wants to be touched, forcing you to undress him and ripping your clothes off so he can take you to the bath with him, where you two squeeze into his tub together. There's little space, but König hugs you to his chest and hides his face in your shoulder, taking deep breaths to decompress while you have the option to either ask if he wants to talk about his day or stay silent. He won't allow you to complain or struggle, shutting it down immediately. Squeezing you shut if he must. He's over it for that day. He does, however, not force but relish in it if you decide to take care of him on a whim or because you don't want to be stuck in his tight embrace. He'll let you wash the dirt and blood sticking to him off, kissing your hands reverently as if they are his lifeline keeping him grounded, thoughts off the battlefield, lets you comb his hair, massage his back, or even touch his face before he helps you dry off, wrapping you with his huge towel and carries you to bed with him. Never mind food or other necessities, König simply buries you under his body as he falls asleep partially on top of you. He's not even sorry for touching you so much in the morning. He just apologizes sleepily for drooling on you before he gets up to get some water for you two, still in his full, naked glory. He does, however, eventually realize you two slept next to each other stark-naked, and he has to recover from choking on the water he just drank while he runs to get you both clothes.
#König#König cod#yandere könig#cod#yandere cod#call of duty#yandere call of duty#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere fanfiction#yandere writing#yandere stories#yandere oneshots#yandere oneshot#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#Yandere TW
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