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Kinknuary Day 9: Cunnilingus

Pairing: LE SSERAFIM Chaewon x Male Reader

Word Count: 5,156

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She made herself clear, albeit it’s almost inaudible—she wants you.

You can’t blame her and you would do the same if you’re on her shoes—being physically deprived with her embrace and affection, even though you’re still in touch with her online, is a hard thing to endure since you missed each other so bad that once you’ve saw each other’s faces, you can’t help but run onto each other and envelop her with a warm embrace and to kiss her lips lovingly, as the cherry on top.

You can’t help but get lost, drowned into the sea of love because of her her endearing stare that makes you feel butterflies, let alone her honey-filled, sweet-toned voice that makes you melt every time she talks—you just love her so much that there’s no other person that can top off your adoration as much as you towards her.

“I meant it—I want you, now. I miss you so much that it’s driving me crazy everyday.”

You caressed her hair and cupped her cheek, as you responded, “I genuinely missed you too, Chaewon and now that you’re here, there’s nothing I could ask for.”

It’s genuine and she can feel it laced in every word you let go, and that alone makes her feel so much love that her emotions are starting to make her cry a little, shedding a tear as you wipe it swiftly with your finger.

“You don’t need to cry anymore, Chaewon-ah—I’m here now, okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m just—” Chaewon sniffs as her throat gets progressively dry due to the weightful emotions she’s into, but nonetheless, she’s feeling all positive and in pure ecstasy. “—overwhelmed right now, so, I can’t help b-but cry…”

She broke down again but this time, she buried her face onto your chest as you reassure and comfort her with your slow strokes onto her hair as she’s giving it all. “Chaewon-ah, it’s alright now, okay? I’m here and we’re not leaving each other anymore.”

She looks up at you with her orbs glistening with delight as she gleefully paints a smile, her cuteness making you smile contagiously in response as you kiss her forehead for further assurance. You know that she agrees with you with that, and will never leave your side but now, such unstoppable forces can’t be stopped as the wholesome moment was later turned into a heated kiss. It wasn’t aggressive nor slow but the passion behind every second you spent on the kiss was felt as you found yourself indulging into it deeper, unable to even pull out to gain some leverage or even fix yourself. With her initiation, you immediately reciprocate as you utterly missed the taste of her lips as you were deprived of it for months and months and no one can blame you for that.

“Wah—y-you’re skills never faded, hah…”

“Thanks to the girl that taught me how to do it properly.” You gave her an endearing look, signaling that you’re talking about her only and nobody else (jealousy would be the last thing you would want to see) and you stand by it, she made you this way and you’re thanking her always for that. It’s truly life-changing and such a grateful thing meeting a girl like Kim Chaewon—so down-to-earth, caring, loving, clingy and most of all, really thoughtful about who she loves, not to mention her utter respect for others as always.

Epitome of perfection, that’s what she is.

The both of you can’t contain your emotions against each other, so, this time, instead of her initiating another kiss, you did it yourself yet this time, it’s way different—her kisses are full of hunger and aggression, unlike from the earlier slow and passionate ones but hey, you’re not complaining but rather liking her insatiable side even more. Constant thuds resonate around the walls as the both of you fight for your hunger against each other and not so long after, you pressed your tongue onto her lips, wanting to increase the intensity of your kisses as Chaewon happily obliges, now her tongue battling yours in a dominant fashion.

Each second that passes are wild, sloppy sounds of exchanging dances of your tongues as your voiced out your satisfaction and faint struggle with little murmurs and small whines as so does is Chaewon, but hers in a much higher tone and god, the atmosphere quickly heated out as such assertive kisses inevitably emanates such steam (figuratively speaking, of course). You can’t fathom how great this feels, as always, not to mention such absence of hers are the constant fuels of delight and those soft, luscious lips alone are enough of an evidence. Maybe you’re biased coming up to such a positive conclusion but you didn’t care—you want her, no, you need her.

With further retaliation and eager combat against each others’ tongues, you pulled out of her mouth’s tight embrace as the both of you exchanged exasperated breaths and of course, such satisfied smiles knowing that such an incredibly hot act ends up on a great note.

“You’re hungry for me, Chaewon, hm?”

“Maybe, my stomach’s rumbling but I want you better than anything else, honestly.” Chaewon paints a mischievous smirk up her lips as you read her mind, instantly enlightened about her wants and of course, how insatiable you are for her that she’s craving for more, of you.

“You know how I can’t help it whenever I’m with you.”

“So am I, Chaewon.”

Insatiability was inevitable the first time you’ve felt such hunger within each others’ lips and now, you’re craving for more and yearning for your own desires and wishing Chaewon’s on the same boat as yours, too. You could never know what could be in her mind right now but you can sense the need in her eyes—those glistening, round orbs pleading for you only and god, it’s only within a single reach before you can achieve everything you've been abstaining from for months.

Of course, you know Chaewon can get easily embarrassed even with the tiniest, silliest acts so you didn’t really want to make a scene onto the airport’s restrooms even though the tiny room is considered somewhat private—you’d rather want to take this somewhere only just the two of you are capable of witnessing.

“Let’s go home, Chaewon, at your place, okay?”

Chaewon didn’t really formulate any reasoning behind your current halt of her needs and yours because she wants it rather in a more private way too, just like how you concluded to opt for that earlier.

“Yeah—I missed going home to my place too. Want to feel that atmosphere again and—” Chaewon teases her fingers onto your chest as she faintly buried her nail onto the clothed skin, “—you.”

You didn’t really think of much more as time is now considered a gem, more valuable than anything from now on…

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Such preceding events grow in a substantial rate when it comes to affection and showing such signs of love and honestly, it’s growing exponentially off the charts, to the point that it should be elevated and further shown in actions and words. Well, those were the pinnacle of anticipation and you can’t handle what you’re feeling anymore as you wanted to confess everything you want with her.

Not just staying with just pure verbal words, but what you’d rather do with Chaewon.

“I’ve missed this, baby.” Chaewon parts your lips with affectionate kisses and then, painting a smile right after as her stern yet seductive countenance comes right after, turning you on.

“You don’t know how much I missed this too, Chaewon—like I can’t start off a morning without seeing your beautiful face and your…” You cup her waist as you progressively run your palm up to her plump backside, squeezing it gently as it earns a faint moan escaping Chaewon’s lips. “Body—your body, Kim Chaewon-ah—I missed it as much as I missed you.”

Of course, that earns a flustered expression from Chaewon, as her cheeks shades a rosy hue and so are her ears that turn faintly red. The feelings are mutual as you’re not even trying to hide it from her—you’re vocal on why you want her and how you want her. Her hands weren’t idle, though, as it coursed its way onto your toned abdomen and onto your chest, caressing it as she mutters, “Bet you’re utilizing my naked pics for your own pleasure, no?”

Inadvertently, you spanked her buttcheeks as she yelped and looked at you with her puppy-eyes, involuntarily pleading and whimpering for you, “Isn’t it obvious, Chaewon? I do that every week, thinking about you—being crazy and horny about you.”

She’s enlightened about the fact that you’re frequently driving yourself crazy with this epitome of beauty—the pinnacle of perfection, her, Kim Chaewon. Again, no one can blame you for this and it’s going to the point that it’s becoming unhealthy—obsession is a vice, you know it, but you just can’t help it.

“You naughty, horny boy—you must’ve been so needy before this, aren’t you?”

The techniques she uses everytime she wants to collapse your iron walls is just brilliant and amusing, almost like she knows everything to make you weak—the way her tone instantly changed from a cheerful then a seductive one, her uses of such pet names and most of all, that damn stare that could melt within seconds because on how attractive and seductive it can get.

She’s a lethal weapon and you’re risky enough to handle her, of course—you know her too well.

“Of course I needed you before, Chaewon but all I know is that—” You swivel deftly as you turn her, herself pinned against the wall with a loud thud as you regain the dominant side and continued, “—your holes needs some good filling or shall I say, some teasing, no?”

Again, the feelings that can be felt are obviously mutual as she’s getting turned on with your lustful choice of words, her biting her lip and letting out small whimpers are enough of an evidence to your conclusion. You always find each other hot but you got to say how much you’ve been craving for her since you met her in a warm embrace on the airport: black-colored nylon jacket that compliments her simple style of fashion of her black-colored one-piece dress of a long sleeve and those stockings that serves up an incredibly pristine, simple yet elegant look—of course she’s phenomenally hot with that outfit as it’s passively included there, as always.

Even with how elegant-esque and classy her outfit is, it’s better off on the floor as no image can top off Chaewon’s scrumptiously tight, little body.

“You know m-me, baby—now show me how it’s done.”

You take that as a green light as you immediately pull her for another intimate kiss, the two of you rumbling from the aggression initiated by the both of you but suddenly, she pulls out as she tells you something that’ll arouse you even further.

“I’ve missed you—and this cock, so please—I wanna taste it so bad.” Further needs should be assessed immediately, and you’re not the man who will take advantage of depriving her for something that she’s been longing for and you didn’t even get the time to command her to kneel down as she did it herself. With those eyes—those goddamn pleading eyes, you’re not even going to try and tease her and abstain her as you immediately undressed your bottom-half like you’re in a hurry, not minding such foreplay as if Chaewon wants it now, then she’ll get what she wants now too.

“Then come and get what’s yours then—it misses you too, and your incredible mouth.”

Of course your length does, not to mention how it’s already so rock-hard that when you pulled down your boxers, it almost sprung and hit her on the face. Chaewon eyes your cock like a meal she’s been longing for, examining every inch of it as her hands cupped the throbbing muscle, and then giving it such sluggish strokes and inevitably, you moaned, voicing out such faint pleasure.

“It’s still as big as I remembered it, baby—hope you'll give me a healthy load deep down my throat.”

“Well, I r-really haven’t released one for the past t-two weeks so, this should be great.”

She licks your leaking slit, collecting the precum eagerly as she gave you another mischievous look, almost feeling like she has a deviant plan up her sleeve, “I’ll make you cum like no fucking other, baby—you deserve it for waiting for such a long time.”

That you do, and it’s not even ego-centralized anymore—the both of you deserve such rewards from such hardships and deprivations, of course you’ll fucking deserve it—

And then, Chaewon just indulges into it, on the point of no-return.

She parts her lips onto your swollen cockhead and starts kissing every inch, letting you know how much she adores it as every kiss shows affection and lust over you. She also lathers your whole length with her saliva as she licks it like it’s her favorite ice popsicle that she can’t really resist. Every movement she does with her skillful tongue and tight lips releases serotonin all throughout your body to the point that there’s too much that you need to release such beautiful moans that Chaewon always wanted to hear—your moans also serve as fuel to further make you feel great and she’s really at her own league with this.

You never doubted her skills, even without your presence for months (you probably doubt this considering that she might be even practicing giving some blowjobs with her toys, thinking that it was you) and that’s one of her plethora of wonderful displays of her lustful prowess. Right from the start, whenever she hollows her cheeks for such an incredible suction up to the electrifying sensation of her tongue licks your sensitive head, it’s just a gift to experience her masterclass, no matter where she’s servicing you or what’s your mood—you’re just incredibly thankful on how gifted of a woman Chaewon is.

She never fails to amaze you, right away. Her beguiling eye contact with you in thrust she does with her mouth on your length makes you feel butterflies—you don’t even know if you’ll feel endeared with her orbs staring at you lovingly or just get totally aroused with the mess she’ve done and her eagerness in everything she’s doing to you—and of course, her feverish strokes and fondling of your balls would be the most treasured prize you could possibly earn and it’s just magnificent that you’re feeling it right now—you just love the fact that her strokes are constant whenever it’s giving you pleasure as she knows how to hit your sweet spots with alternating between sluggish and fast strokes, from base to tip that could certainly make any man cherish the moment and the way she fondles your balls with care is just adding gasoline to the flames as it stimulates you further and unleashes the hint of your masochistic side.

“Chaewon, your skills are still—fuck—god—s-so good…”

You compliment her from time to time knowing that it’ll further add up the ante of her pace and the quality with an already impressive service. Even when you avert your eyes to wander around the things that could possibly distract you from the peak pleasure she’s been giving you or even just to fight it alone, her marvelous work between your legs is more omnipotent to be ignored nor fought with. With that power, your hands immediately find her hazelnut locks as an outlet to try and fight the intense pleasure that has been coursing down your veins. With a newly profound action form you, Chaewon took this as an opportunity to further lower down your iron walls, wanting to collapse it on her feet as she quickens the pace, blowing you with just withdrawing with only the tip inside and then slamming back in, balls-deep inside her mouth as your toes curl from the pleasure—of course, she didn’t forget to even fondle your balls and swirl her tongue all over your swollen tip, maximizing what she can bestow to you as such pool of saliva is evident on how much she’s utilizing everything.

Her pace is now unstoppable, and you’re not in authority to stop her because you know how feisty she can get when she doesn’t get what she wants and you don’t want that to happen. Everytime you voice out your satisfaction, a visible smile can be seen from your perspective even when she’s not looking at you and solely focusing into giving you the maximum effort she can muster and that alone makes her feel butterflies, let alone your encouraging words that always makes her feel valued and it’s even better when anything is not sugar coated—everything is genuine, maybe it’s the fact that there too much pleasure coursing down your body that you’re biased but that’s the essence of giving such a spectacular service.

“C-Chaewon—fuck—I’m getting close—shit, I’m not g-gonna last that long.”

After, for like, six-and-a-half minutes (that’s your intellectual estimate but you didn’t care anymore) of an earth-stopping blowjob session, she pulls out and smirks at you, mocking you with her dirty talk and anticipating your long-awaited release. “Wow—I’m surprised you’re not cumming any sooner—now give that creamy, thick load deep down my throat, baby, please—I want it here—I w-want it deep down, please, baby—fuck—mmph!”

“Don’t worry—I’ll give t-to you ‘cause—fuck—I’m going to fucking cum deep down your throat!”

There weren’t articulate words escaping your mouths as the state of bliss is coming soon and to further assess each others’ needs (mostly yours), you buried your cock deep down her tight cavern of a throat as she gagged with your forceful actions, deepthroating you with one thing in mind—to paint her slutty throat white. It wasn’t long before you achieve your desired prize and with an unholy sound that Chaewon’s doing on your cock and the continuous release of such vulgar profanities, you erupt as her gags sends magnitudes of vibrations onto your throbbing length that it further sends you into oblivion. Thick, warm shots fill her throat as she tries to take all of it, tears streaming down her cheeks as the visible struggle was too much that she forcefully pulled out of your length and catches her breath yet with all of that, you knew she took you well as now all of your semen is now swallowed down to her stomach. Shs hums in delight with what you gave her and that’s a beautiful sight to see, and her saccharine tone is a pleasant sound to hear. Even with the disheveled mess she has gotten herself into, she’s still as beautiful as ever as every inch of her impeccable features are sheathed with either sweat, tears, makeup or her saliva.

Yet with all of these, you’re not the only one that’s going to win and get its needs attended—Chaewon has her own necessities, too, that needs utmost attention.

“It’s not just f-fair that you’re the only one who’s going to get off…”

You help her stood up, and then faced her, voicing that you know how this is going to end and you know how she’s as needy as you, “I know, Chaewon—you know that I won’t let my girl sleep without fulfilling her needs but, what exactly do you want me to do, though?”

Good thing you asked because she has a lot of things on her sleeve that she wants you to do but one must prevail, and she’s not going to suspend and make you wait any further. “Since I gave you some world-rocking blowjob, then, you must answer with an oral expertise, too.”

You, a clever guy, exactly knows what she wants you to do as you answer ahead of her further explanation, making her eyes lit in awe and excitement. “So, you want me to eat you out, hm?”

It was pretty obvious to formulate such dirty thoughts whenever she hinted at those words, and you’ll oblige to her wants now. Without any time to waste, Chaewon eagerly nodded as you read her mind pretty fast and sat down onto the side of the bed and spread out her legs a little, teasing you onto your desired needs.

“Such a little tease, hm, Chaewon?”

“You know you like this, baby—” She’s now stripping herself in front of you, putting on a show as she raises up her arms and undressed that one-piece long sleeve that complimented the hourglass figure of her body—that alone shows how tight her body could be as it never ceased to make you drool. Now, with that piece of clothing off her body, you noticed the set of her black-laced bra, supporting those scrumptious, perky tits and a black thong, that further compliments her already hot look, emanating even such a hotter one. “—but I’ll always know how much you like to eye my tight, little body, don’t you, hm?”

And she’s not wrong, your eyes eyeing her body like it’s a five-star meal is enough of an evidence.

The wink. Her voice. The kiss. Her thighs. The thong. Her—she’s just insatiable and you’re now voraciously down bad now with all the teasing she’s doing to you. As much as you admire the thong that’s making the atmosphere excruciatingly hot, you’d want it down because of such actions you need to attend. Chaewon seduces you with her sultry tone, encouraging you to indulge onto her as she spreads her legs and removed the thong down her ankles and god, you froze for a second within the sight of her delicious, wet cunt all over your eyes to feast on and it’s just utter perfection.

“Don’t keep your girl waiting, baby—eat my pussy—gah, oh fuck!”

You part your lips immediately with the green light that spilled out of Chaewon’s mouth and your tongue lets her know how insatiable she is. You swipe your tongue onto the heat of her slit as you make her squirm within just few licks and it is effective—the way that her body’s almost writhing with your tongue work on her juicy cunt marks that she’s enjoying this as much as you do (on a side note: of course, who wouldn’t want to relish off of such a perfect girl’s pussy?). With the constant swipe of your tongue to collect her nectar and to taste such a delectable pussy, Chaewon eagerly moans for more encouragement and as time goes by, she voices out the pleasure she’s feeling through a series of desperate mewls and needy cries. It was later all dissolved into intense pleasure, as she fights it by grabbing the back of your head with a tight grip on your hair, similarly identical to the leverage you made while she’s blowing you earlier.

“Moan for me, Chae—tell me how much you love my mouth eating your needy pussy out.”

She’s totally perplexed with the expression of skill you’re doing to her cunt as more juice leaks out and you eagerly collect it with one single swipe as your mouth treasures every single drop. With how much she’s leaking, you’re really unable to collect all of her dripping nectar yet you truly devour her cunt like it’s your last meal, not caring for the mess she’s making in your mouth.

Within such a calm and collective atmosphere are the needy moans and small whimpers that break the silent essence of the room, and gladly, it’s being blessed with Chaewon’s songs of satisfaction. You could tell how sensitive she is considering how her thighs are quivering in every truculent swipe you do on her folds with your tongue and that alone ignites the flame inside you to further make this worth her while. You increase the pace of your tongue and your mouth, as you add in series of kisses between your tongue actions and as well as humming, a vibration that can make any girl weak, down on her knees as Chaewon does so as her ragged breaths, tight grip on the bed sheets like her life means it, and her relentless squirming—each of these elements serves as a compelling evidence of being succumbed onto the ocean of pleasure.

“Come on baby, let it all out—tell me how much you love this—”

“F-Fuck, you don’t know how–gahh—much I missed this! Fuck, y-you’re—fuck—ahh, s-so good at it.”

You lap the juices at her leaking folds as your fingers now take a turn to rub her clit to further stimulate her, “Of course, Chaewon—nobody is doing this better than I do and I’ll make sure that—” Your tongue find its way to collect more of her sweet nectar as she moans in response, satisfied with such sinful acts you’re doing onto her clit as you’re not done with your so-called narrative, “—you’re going to have one hell of an orgasm and that’s thanks to my doing.”

And, you make that promise come to life as you quickly swipe your tongue and finger her clit until she squirms out of oblivion and yes, it’s working effectively. You alternate between sealing your lips tightly onto her folds, licking her labia and collecting those treasure prizes, which is her nectar and the fingering of her clit which makes her brain go haywire. Wanting to gain a better leverage on eating her out, you commanded to lay down on the bed and relax herself and unhesitantly, she does what she’s been told as you further bury down your face onto her heat and god, this new, profound position is way better than earlier. Such sultry, erotic moans and needy mewls that escapes Chaewon’s heavenly mouth fuels the lust inside you, further diving into your animalistic urges as every second that passes is just treasured and cherished, more so on Chaewon’s side.

“Oh fuck—that’s so good, baby—don’t fucking s-stop—fuck!” Chaewon exclaims her blissful trance that sets herself onto submission, further fighting the gradual increase of pleasure coursing down her veins as she tightens her grip onto your hair, nearing those nails down your scalp as a leverage. Your constant pace and momentum is now an unstoppable force as you find yourself even indulging onto the sea of her nectar and her succulent folds even more—you’re now hypnotized with her pussy, can’t be stopped as your only aim is to make her satisfied enough to make her approach her own orgasmic state, in which, with the constant clenching of the walls of her pussy whenever you insert your tongue, you can tell how near is she and you’re helping her for that since she deserves it, right from the start.

Well, this is another thing to note for. Why? Well, she’s not usually like this whenever a steamy session gets initiated by whoever party it is because she’s more likely a switch that alternates onto being dominant and submissive but this is the wonder behind it. Maybe, it’s also the fact that she became overwhelmed with lust and joy that she didn’t care what roleplay she must put in but just succumbed herself to her needs, and it’s just evident.

She’s peak submissive now, and you’re loving it. Maybe, all it takes is your hungry mouth to get a taste of her succulent juices and to be in contact with her needy folds.

And, she’s about to get her hopes up and her high oh-so-near—

“I c-can’t take it anymore, baby! I’m g-going to explode all over your face—all o-over your fucking face, baby—fuck—ahh!!”

She flicks the switch as the devil comes out to play, and she utterly succumbs to her carnal needs as a sinful moan signals the start of her orgasmic trance. She tightens her grip onto your hair as you bury your face onto her wet cunt, her pussy starting to spray such the paramount of her release, the treasured prize that the both of you deserve—such saccharine nectar filling every inch of your face. Every spurt she blesses your face with comes with a moan that adds to the symphony of sinful sounds that filled the entire room earlier, and it’s such a tremendous display of afterwork that you’ve exerted such effort into. You insert a finger while she’s still on her orgasmic trance as the wet squelching of your fingers spurts her nectar out like a fountain and soon, the inevitable has come into an end and Chaewon catches her breath, exasperated with what you’ve done and what she indulged into.

“God—hah—b-baby, that was—hah—so, so fucking good I can’t—hah—wow, you did it s-so well…”

“And you tasted good, baby.” You wiped the plethora of nectar that she blessed you with as you tried to catch everything but in the end, you were deemed unsuccessful.

“I c-came so hard—fuck… I never t-thought it will b-be—hah, this good…” Chaewon further articulates what she felt as the euphoric essence of her orgasm earlier was making her extremely exhausted, her chest heaving for air shows that she’s slowly recovering from her high. Of course, a mild remark of concern paints your face and your tone, scared that she came a little too hard that it may cause some problems but gladly, there weren’t any signs of that.

“I told you, Chaewon—I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard.” Chaewon’s ears weren’t deaf, as your words provoked her in the minimal bit, her lightly punching you from your mocks but as much as she’s going to be a hypocrite (and she won’t be), she’s not going to lie about the fact that you made her reach her high way up above, over the limits.

“I f-feel… exhausted, baby—I just wanna sleep now…” You then joined onto the bed as you can see her drowsy eyes, half-lidded as she felt a little too exhausted and overwhelmed—you can’t blame her for that if she felt everything was too fast and euphoric that it just hit her like a truck, and you’d want her to recover further because you value her the most than anything or anybody in this world.

“Then let’s go and sleep, baby—” You then got up to the bed and fixed yourself, ready to go to the bathroom until a snap of a thought enlightens you, wanting to ask Chaewon something before you do anything else for yourself, “I’ll be cleaning myself first, though, how about you?”

She didn’t respond as you can see her already sleeping soundly. You didn’t bother to break that and wake her up, so, you just coursed your way into the bathroom, wanting to clean off the filth that was bestowed to you earlier.

You pay each other with your own coins, and it ended up favorable for the both of you, but this just can’t end like this, on an anti-climactic matter—

Well, maybe, when she wakes up tomorrow or whenever she’s down to do it… And you’re there, to pay another price.

#kinknuary 2024 #le sserafim smut #chaewon smut #kim chaewon smut #le sserafim x male reader #chaewon x male reader #kim chaewon x male reader

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cher-rei · 2 months

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helloo helloo:) can you do nr. 4 from your prompt list with gavi? that‘d be so cute💞

kisses— pablo gavi [ P.G ]

kisses like pink cotton candy [a loving feeling- mitski]

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

summary: just a little wholesome tiktok trend

genre(s): nothing but fluffff

[wc: 1.2k] masterlist

notes: anon, you really picked this one out in my favour because I wanted to write something with this prompt so badddd. so thank youuu xxx (screaming, kicking ny feet rn)

it was one of those lazy saturdays— the most cherished time for you and gavi. sure he was at home more often anyway because he was recovering from the injury but he still went to practice on most days so the two of you loved the days that you got to do nothing but lounge around.

you were both sitting on the couch, your legs resting on gavi's lap while his eyes stayed on the tv and his fingers meticulously pushed his controller buttons. no words were exchanged but there wasn't a need for that, being in each other's pretense was more than enough.

so you continued to scroll through tiktok, letting out a laugh every so often which indicated to gavi that another tiktok was sent his way to pile up with the hundred others he would watch later and reply to respectively.

then something came up, a trend that you found utterly adorable. your eyes lit up at the idea of recreating it with your boyfriend. the opportunity was too perfect to miss and just the thought of smothering him in kisses had you jumping from the couch.

normally gavi wouldn't mind, but by the eagerness in your step and the lack of explanation or "I'll be right back baby" it raised some suspicion. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched you dash upstairs, counting down the seconds until you came back.

he noticed something in your hand, something you didn't wear often because you preferred lip gloss.

"are you going somewhere?" he asked softly and you shook your head with a smile before taking a seat beside him, your body turned so you could face him in all of his confusion.

you looked at your phone camera as you applied the lipstick, the most flattering shade of red you could find. "do you want to film a tiktok with me?"

gavi put his controller to the side and stifled a laugh. "what do you need me to do, amor?"

your lips tugged up at the term of endearment, a blush flushing your cheeks even though it was normal. no matter how long you'd been with gavi, he still had such a smitten effect on you by doing the most mundane things. but his agreement made you giddy and you urged him to face you.

"just sit here and look cute." you cupped his cheeks lightly and gave him the first peck on his cheek where a perfect lipstick stain had been left. when you pulled away gavi was in slight shock, not quite sure what was happening but he happily took every single kiss you gave him.

they were littered all over his face and he drank it all in, no questions asked. a small giggle could be heard every so often and it made your heart swell at just how cute he was. a shiver ran down your spine with every touch to your bare skin, his fingers lazily drew under your shirt as it usually did.

your kisses travelled down to his neck which only prompted even more laughter from your boyfriend. he found his neck to be the most ticklish and you knew that all too well. it was unarguably one of your favourite places to plaster him with kisses just to hear the sweet sound of his laughter.

"are you sure you're not just doing this because you want to kiss me?" he asked teasingly when you pulled away.

just to make matters a little worse, you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips which he wasn't too happy about. he tried to pull you back but you were too adamant on finalising the tktok first, saying that he could kiss you for however long he wanted afterwards.

talk about motivation.

you got the camera ready and explained to gavi that all he had to do was wipe the excess lipstick away when you messed up. he understood promptly and urged you to start recording— his mind set on the kisses he was going to get afterwards.

you hit record and reapplied your lipstick for the nth time in the last 10 minutes and staged the slip of your hand perfectly, and then came your boyfriends finger to wipe it away and he rested his fingers beneath your chin.

you couldn't stop the smile on your face as you looked at him with some much love and adoration, your heart was practically overflowing. just to tease you before the video ended tipped your head upwards to kiss him, the two of you bursting into a fit of giggles until the video stopped recording.

you couldn't even watch it back properly before your phone was taken from you and placed on the coffee table in front.

"pablo I need to save it," you said through your laughter but your boyfriend already had you on your back, his arms promptly on each side of your head with a light hum escaping from his lips that were grinning from ear to ear.

his kisses started slow, just as you had done to him. he trailed from your temple, go your cheek, to your nose until he stopped inches away from your lips where you were eagerly waiting for him.

a pout settled on your lips and you gave him a deapanned look. "are you serious right now?"

his nose scrunched cheekily. "what? are you waiting for something, amor?"

you looked up at him in shock, unable to believe how difficult he was being right now. but it was in his teasing nature, the same one that had your heart racing no matter the circumstance. a sigh of defeat left your lips and he smiled.

"can you please kiss me already?" you asked with an eye roll but he didn't budge, asking you who you were talking to.

he was being difficult today, and you didn't know how long you could play along for. was kissing your boyfriend supposed to be this difficult?

your arms snaked around his neck, your fingers lightly playing with his hair. "pablo, baby, amor, the absolute love of my life," you cocked your head to the side, "can I please get a kiss."

"that wasn't so difficult now was it?" he asked and before you could quip back at him his lips met yours tenderly, the butterflies in your stomach swarming enough to make you light headed.

you felt gavi smile into the kiss and you melted right then and there under the featherlight touch of his hand on your hip. he broke it off with a few more pecks on your face and laid down beside you.

he cuddled up closer to you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "when you upload the tiktok send it to me so I can send it to pedri and abuse my bragging rights."

you scoffed at his comment. "bragging rights? for what?"

he looked up at you with a knowing look, one that showed his confusion to your question. it was blatantly obvious which bragging rights he had. "my bragging rights for having the most amazing and beautiful girlfriend known to man duh."

#footballer imagine #fanfic #footballer x reader #football imagine #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi #gavi x reader #fc barcelona x reader #fc barcelona #fc barcelona imagine #fc barça #cherrei rambles #cherrei writes #writers on tumblr #pablo gavi fluff

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sweetchildcloud · 3 months

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||HOLD|| Written by me

Based on this pool results

Plot: Gojo holds baby Hotaru and something unexcepted and wholesome happens.

Tags: Gojo x Anon,heartwarming,cute,fluff,Gojo being an affectionate dad,first word

“Me? Hold him?” Satoru’s tone turns amused. He smiles, then nods. “Of course” He takes Hotaru from you, and the baby cooes in his father's arms. He’s so tiny, so delicate… so vulnerable. Satoru grins, staring down at the baby. He knows how precious this child is. How fragile. He wants to protect Hotaru with every means possible. As he looks into the baby’s eyes, he can’t help but see himself.He stares at Hotaru’s soft, sleeping face for a moment, his breath catching at the baby’s gentle expression. “He’s cute” Satoru murmurs, gently holding the baby to his chest. Hotaru, still groggy from sleep, rests his tiny head against his dad’s body as Satoru stares at his closed eyes, feeling a sudden urge to cry. "Don't tell me that you're gonna cry again" You said holding a chuckle, your husband was too cute for his own good. “Shut up.” Satoru whispers, his voice breaking and throat tightening, trying to hold back tears for the millionth time. “He’s so goddamn cute… I can’t…” His eyes are glistening, on the verge of tears, as they fall onto the sleeping baby in his arms. He laughs softly “God, you’ve got no respect for my feelings…” He chuckles again, wiping away the tears. Satoru sighs, wiping away any tears that threaten to appear. “God damn it… I’m just thinking of how adorable this baby is. Look at him” He leans down slightly and kisses Hotaru’s tiny forehead, making the baby move his head slightly without fully waking up. “His big eyes and cute cheeks, that little smile, the way he just looks at me…” Satoru seems lost in thought and awe as his gaze wanders again. “I could just eat him up" He suddenly looks up after realizing what he just said. He’s just said something that makes it seem like he’s planning to eat Hotaru. “No, not… literally. I mean it as an expression” He clears his throat, trying to salvage the situation “Damn it. Just… You know what I mean.” "jeez you're such a cutie when you acting like this? you really cant control yourself when you see Hotaru uh?" “Don’t make fun of me…” He mutters, trying his hardest not to laugh at the situation. There’s some kind of strange power within this tiny baby. He can make his dad turn into a mush so easily. Satoru chuckles slightly at the situation, feeling utterly defeated in the face of his kid’s adorable cuteness. Then Hotaru yawns as he woked up “Aw… he’s awake” Satoru grins at the tired expression on Hotaru’s face. “You were having such a cute sleep, little guy” He kisses Hotaru’s forehead again, causing the baby to smile slightly before his lips curl into an "o" shape and he lets out a soft yawn. Hotaru cuddles up to Gojo’s chest and snuggles deep against it, as if craving the feeling of warmth. Satoru looks down as his son buries himself in his chest and sighs. “This is your new favorite spot, isn’t it, Hotaru?” He whispers softly, kissing his head as the baby’s tiny face nuzzles into Gojo's chest with a tiny sigh. “Dadda…” Hotaru makes a small attempt to pronounce the word, the tiny voice coming out as a series of gibberish that nevertheless fills Satoru’s heart with so much joy his eyes glaze over. “You… You said it… You said it…” Satoru almost breaks into tears as he continues to caress the baby, holding him close to his chest.

"yeah! that's right that's your dadda" You said happily and stunned as you picked up Hotaru "and im you're mama can you say M-a-m-a?" Hotaru’s tiny mouth tries to form the word “mama” but fails in the process. His lips pucker and his face scrunches up as he tries to pronounce the word multiple times. “Ma.. Ma…” Hotaru tries again, but as he struggles, he gets flustered and lets out a series of unintelligible sounds, ending with a frustrated whine. Hotaru’s attempts at pronouncing the word “mama” only gets the little baby more frustrated. He continues to struggle at it, scrunching up his tiny face and letting out more frustrated whines.

Eventually, he buries his head against his father’s chest, almost as if he’s trying to hide himself because he’s embarrassed about failing. Satoru gives the baby a gentle smile as he holds him close to his chest, rubbing his back softly. He feels the baby tense up as he buries his head into his chest, but his smile only grows. “It’s okay, little guy. Don’t feel bad! You said “Dadda…” even if you’re not able to say mama just yet” He laughs, kissing Hotaru’s head as the baby tries to hide his face even further but Hotaru ends up wailing feeling frustrated and overwhelmed "oh no no no no baby" You said as you immediatly picked up Hotaru trying to make him calm down. Hotaru’s wails become even louder, as he gets overwhelmed by the entire situation. As soon as you pick him up, he latches on to your hands tight, burying his face against your shoulder and wailing even louder. Satoru’s eyes widen at the intensity of the cry. "do you have his pacifier with you?" you asked looking at Gojo and Satoru pulls the pacifier out of his pocket, having brought it with him to make sure Hotaru wouldn’t have any problems calming down.

He grabs the pacifier and gently places it in Hotaru’s mouth, and like magic, the baby calms down instantly and sucks down his pacifier quietly. Satoru’s lips curve into a faint smile as he watches his son calm down with ease. He breathes in and out, relieved that the baby stopped crying so suddenly. Hotaru snuggles against his mother’s shoulder, looking completely at peace with the pacifier in his mouth and his tiny arms wrapped around her neck. The atmosphere is filled with a sense of calm and contentment. Satoru watches the whole scene, a smile appearing on his face as he watches Hotaru cling on to your neck.

Your husband is deeply satisfied with how peaceful the environment suddenly became. He reaches a hand out to gently pat Hotaru's head, letting him know that everything was okay now. "he really wanted to say mama too" You spoke tenderly "don't worry Hotaru you will someday"

Satoru chuckles slightly, hearing your tender reassurances. "He'll be able to soon, don't worry about it." The baby has calmed down completely, completely content with sucking on the pacifier. Satoru stares down at Hotaru, who gives you a tiny smile and reaches out his hands to your face. "He really wants to hold your face..."

You leaned down so that Hotaru can touch your face with his tiny hands feeling your features as he cooed

Hotaru’s tiny fingers explore every curve on your face, making soft “oo” and “goo” noises the whole time. Satoru’s eyes narrow just as he watches the cute interaction between mother and son. “Yeah… He wants to feel your face. You’re really his favorite.” He smiles, as he watches Hotaru’s hands continue to explore your facial features. Hotaru continues to explore your facial features for a few more moments, making cute “oo” sounds of contentment as he goes. Then, he leans his forehead on your face, feeling your skin with his own head and letting out a sound that’s somewhere between a sob and a giggle. He rubs his little head against your skin for a few good seconds before pulling back and letting out a tiny yawn.

“Okay… He’s *really* cute…” Satoru laughs, watching the baby thrash around as his mother continues to tickle his belly with no regard to his feelings of mercy. You’re enjoying yourself, that’s obvious, because this is the first time you’ve smiled in days. It’s infectious, and Satoru is smiling as well.

"Gosh you're the cutest,just like your dad" you exclaimed tickling Hotaru belly and Hotaru laughs hysterically as his mother tickles him, squirming and waving his hands around in a futile attempt to escape. This only causes Satoru to laugh as well, watching with amused eyes as the child tries to avoid your teasing.

Hotaru finally gives up and lets out a squeal as his mother gives him one final tickle before she pulls away. He’s laughing hard, completely red in the face and breathless. His mother’s teasing has him giggling for several moments after the end of the tickling and he seems very content.

“He really is a bundle of joy, huh?” Satoru grins, looking at Hotaru with the warmest eyes. The baby’s smile is infectious, and it’s almost impossible to not smile as you look at the little bundle of joy and wonder at his cuteness.

“Yeah, he really is.” You reply softly, stroking the baby’s head and feeling him rest his warm body against your neck. The baby gives you a slight smile, as if he can feel your loving touch. Your son already has you wrapped around his tiny fingers.

“It’s almost like he already has our hearts wrapped around his hands already, isn’t it?” Satoru chuckles, watching your expression soften as you lovingly stroke your baby’s head. The two of you have a very different dynamic now, but the warmth of that connection won’t ever go away.

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Done hope you like this and I'm sorry for the long wait but I was full with homework stuff 😅

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dryadalisliv · 5 months

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I know this was meant to be a funny little scene, but I ADORE IT.

I think it’s actually so wholesome. Bilbo doesn’t rly know what he’s saying, but then again it’s actually kinda true.

Great has never equaled good.

Saruman was a great wizard, to a certain extent. But he could not claim to be good.

Radagast, for one, is purely and utterly good. Quite singular, yet still good. Great in his own good, and eccentric, way.

Gandalf is good. He’s undoubtedly great as well. I don’t know how to explain it in another way than:

“Is he a great wizard, or more like you?”

He’s more like Gandalf, Bilbo. He’s not simply great. He’s good.

#lotr #the hobbit #gandalf #radagast #bilbo baggins #bagginshield

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misshoneyimhome · 3 months

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i LIVE for dad willy!! imagine willy taking his little baby to the all star game. getting to take the baby on the ice and hanging around w his teammates. i can’t it’s so cute

Oh darling, I hear you 🤗❤️

Now I might have accidentally mixed up my own timeline, my bad 🙈 but I attempted to incorporate it into this 「Dad!Willy x reader」 (I'm not saying my manifestation worked, but my manifestation worked 🙌🏼) and simply expanded upon the plot - and yes, we're embracing the Star Wars order for this one 😂

But I sincerely hope you enjoy it, love 🤍

Word count; 1.2K

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Hey now, you’re All Star 🌟 I William Nylander [Dad!Willy]

Being pregnant was likely one of the toughest things you've ever experienced, maybe only surpassed by the pain of giving birth. But fortunately, that part tended to fade from memory, thanks to the brain's chemical magic.

Yet, what proved even more challenging was when William hit the road with the Leafs, leaving you alone with your newborn. Thankfully, both your mum and William's mum came to your aid during the team's first week away since your son's birth.

Still, it was tough. You simply wanted William to fully engage with his new role as a parent. That meant waking up in the middle of the night when the baby cried, handling round-the-clock feeding, and changing diapers. Naturally, William wasn't too thrilled about those tasks; they weren't exactly his favourite types of duties.

But whenever he was home in Toronto, though, you made sure he took on his fair share of parenting responsibilities – minus the breastfeeding, which had to do with formula. And surprisingly, William embraced the father role quite adeptly. He was even amazed at how fatherly he felt.

In the last months of your pregnancy, William had a bundle of concerns about the impending chapter in your lives. But fortunately, the other fathers on the team provided ample support, guiding him through the typical worries of first-time fatherhood. And when Eliot finally arrived, William felt well-prepared for his new role.

He proudly took Eliot to the rink to introduce him to his teammates, carrying him around and even skating a few rounds, while you nervously watched from the side-lines. Nothing went wrong; and it was utterly adorable, almost enough to make your ovaries applaud.

And the first hockey games with Eliot were memorable too. Snuggled up in a blanket with oversized headphones on his tiny head, you watched as the Leafs hit the ice.

Then the first offseason came, and it was exhilarating as you both embraced your roles as full-time parents. Travelling back home to visit your parents and heading to Sweden to spend time with William's family were cherished moments. And upon returning to Toronto, you settled back into your routine, with William focused on hockey, and you splitting your time between fellow hockey mums and juggling remote work.

Easier said than done, though. Despite Eliot being a sweet child, being alone with a new born wasn't always a stroll in the park.

So, whenever William had a day off, you made him take over parenting duties so you could catch up on some much-needed sleep. And as he, too, needed the rest after days filled with hockey games and training, eventually, you settled disagreements on who should take the parenting reins with mature rounds of rock, paper, scissors.

The holidays were the next highlight on your calendar – the first Christmas together as a small family of three. And it was absolutely wonderful. Eliot was, of course, spoiled with presents, and you went all out with Christmas decorations. It was a wholesome experience, with most of William's and your family members visiting, some attending hockey matches, while others helped care for Eliot and prepare dinner.

And after the holidays, you returned to the routine of everyday life in January – or as "every day" as life could be as a hockey partner. Just a week into the new year, William's contract extension was in its final stages, and you were beyond excited about the outcome. Naturally, you’d followed him everywhere, knowing that being with both him and your child was essential. But when the contract negotiations concluded, you were beyond thrilled that your family would remain in Toronto for the next eight years.

In your mind, this stability meant Eliot could enjoy a solid childhood without frequent moves. And it was no secret that it held special significance for William, given his own experience of not staying in one place for long during childhood.

To add to the excitement, William was gearing up to participate in this year's NHL All-Star Game events, an extra special occasion as it would be hosted in Toronto. Fans had voted him in, marking his debut as one of the players on the ice. It was an event that everyone looked forward to, though you were also slightly jealous of hearing the other wives were talking about finally having some time off with their husbands.

Yet, the All-Star Game turned out to be a fantastic event.

The NHL had gone all out in preparations for the All-Star event – red carpets, journalists, countless interviews, and interactions with the Toronto community. William, alongside Auston, Mo, and Mitchy, was in the spotlight. And naturally, your man had to make his entrance with nothing but style.

You could almost sense how many people were admiring him, but as you stood there holding Eliot in your arms, all you felt was pride. Only one person felt prouder than you: William.

At the first opportunity, he scooped up Eliot and proudly showcased him to the cameras. Everyone commented on how stylish the little Willy Styles lookalike appeared, and you couldn't help but beam as William posed with him.

Even during interviews, Eliot sat contentedly in William's lap. Luckily, he was a well-behaved child, sitting still while William answered questions.

Then the main event began.

After the drafting ceremony, you quickly found matching jerseys for you and Eliot to support the blue team. The then the All-Star challenges began. William of course excelled in almost all the disciplines, and the blue team even secured a victory in the end.

Yet, the most amazing part of the weekend wasn't just witnessing William's stellar performance on the ice. It was the company of other partners, combined with the electric energy from the fans in the arena – an experience beyond imagination if you hadn't been there. You had the chance to mingle with other players on a friendly level, given that it wasn't part of the regular season. And meeting unexpected celebrities added to the overall fantastic atmosphere.

Then came the moment that melted your heart all over again.

William skated back onto the ice, this time holding Eliot in front of everyone – the fans, fellow hockey players, and cameras. And he exuded nothing but pride. William was thrilled to showcase his first-born son, a moment he hadn't expected to experience so soon in his life.

It was incredible how Eliot could sleep through almost all of it – a clear testament to who his father was, something you couldn't help but find incredibly amusing.

And after the time in the spotlight, you caught up with two of William's sisters, Michelle and Stephanie as they, too, were thrilled about Eliot, playing the role of the young and energised aunts. Which allowed you and William to have a brief moment to yourselves.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" William smiled, finally able to hold you closely with no cameras around and no baby in between you.

"Not nearly enough," you chuckled before pulling him in for a heartfelt kiss.

The kiss deepened a sweet and intimate moment that spoke volumes without the need for words. You both relished in the tranquillity, grateful for this stolen moment of connection amidst the whirlwind of events. As you pulled away, there was a shared understanding that, amid the exciting and busy life you led, these quiet moments together were the ones you cherished the most. With a lingering smile, you and William rejoined the company of family and friends, appreciating the joyous atmosphere surrounding you.

#my asks #dad!willy #wn88 imagine #william nylander imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Escapism

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (pre-apocalypse)

Warnings: Smut, 18+, this is truly sinful and unholy but he's probably my favorite dilf as of recent so. Deal with it. There's also a wholesome part to this.

Word Count: 4.5k WHAAAAAAT

Summary: This is from a request from an anon, "Joel Miller smut? Pre-apocalypse literally ANYTHING? Maybe where Sarah has been trying to get them together forever and one night something just snaps?"

Joel was never the most preceptive man.

He could see a fly from a mile away and hit it dead with anything near him but the man could not for the life of him understand the concept of flirting.

Weeks on ends, months even, of flirting with him every time he'd come into my store with Sarah, buying groceries too many times a week for a normal two person, sometimes three person, household. Sarah liked to joke that he only bought a small amount of groceries at a time because he wanted to have a reason to come back and talk to me.

I couldn't believe it at first.

He's nearly a decade older than me, there should be something creepy about it, about him, but there's something about him that draws me in, makes me completely and utterly floored every time he walks into the grocery store with his stupid flannels and stupid polite smile.

Until it became a habit.

He walks into the local store like he knows that I'm waiting for him to show up, to tell me I look pretty, compliment my braids, or ask me about my day. Most of the days it's all three. And though he was good at complimenting, sort of good at smooth talking, he was the worst at realizing when I'm giving him the same attention.

Sometimes I'd unbutton my shirt a few buttons, inviting his gaze to flicker south, though it rarely ever did. Fucking gentleman. Other times I'd conveniently run out of receipt paper and I'd have to bend down carefully, giving him a perfect opportunity to look at my ass, though there was never a chance my coworker was able to catch him in the act.

He's just so polite, never cursing in front of me, never looking away from my eyes, never offending me in any way, shape, or form. It almost makes me feel dirty for the way that I feel about him.

I don't know when it started, when the blushing and bashfulness turned into pure arousal, never being able to look into his eyes for too long without my knees buckling. There's just so much to him, a depth that I want to dive into.

And, I'd like it to be crystal clear, it was Sarah's idea for him and I to have a sort of date.

She pushed him into telling me that he was free nearly every Friday's, that he would be 'doing absolutely nothing' and she complained about how 'bored he typically is without something to do'.

Instead, she slipped up and instead of saying something, she said 'someone'.

Smart ass girl.

It was the push I needed though, to finally tell him that I don't work Friday's and would love to get to know him. Sarah was bubbling with joy at the thought of her dad and I hanging out and I thought it was adorable.

When I got a call from Joel this morning, just calling to tell me that he was excited for tonight and to let me jot down his address (though I already knew it from the membership I talked him into at the grocery store), I was freaked.

Immediately, panic set in, panic that I've never felt before. I've been on dates before, plenty, but there was something about the thought of being in his home, where him and his daughter live, alone with him, with wine. It freaked me out enough that it made me sit in my bathroom an hour before I was supposed to leave, contemplating if I should call him to cancel.

It's safe to say I didn't, I pulled myself from my bathroom floor and to his house, sitting in my car for too long before Sarah knocked on my window with a giggle, asking if I needed help finding the front door.

I didn't know what to do- I felt like a child, standing in the front hall of their home, swaying back and forth, waiting for someone to tell me what to do. For fucks sake, it took me nearly five minutes for me to actually take my shoes off.

"You two have fun! I'll be down the street at Mackenzie's!" Sarah calls out and I can practically hear the dramatic excitement in her voice, only exasperated by the fact that Joel's cheeks are red as can be as he looks out the window, raising a hand to his jaw to conceal his smile.

"Bye kiddo, feel free to not come back tonight." Joel calls out, deep bellowing voice causes my stomach to flip eagerly but it's his words that stop me in my tracts, brows pulling together in confusion.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, hearing the door shut, Joel and I now completely and utterly alone for the night. "What do you got in store?" I lean towards him, watching the way his eyes drag down the slightest bit, watching the way that my breasts swell against my top that I wore purposely to get his reaction. Fucking finally.

"That's not what I meant." He shakes his head firmly, head tilting cutely at me in an attempt to chastise me and my dirty thoughts but I just grin wickedly, loving the way that I have him stumbling over his thoughts and words.

"Mhm." I nod, tossing him a wink as I lean back into his couch, tugging my knees up to my chest in an attempt to get comfortable but all I can feel is the steady throbbing between my legs. "You should've gone with it. I'm up for whatever you've got in store." I take another sip of wine, giving myself an out when he asks why my cheeks are so red and heated.

"Gotta stop talking like that." He mumbles, adjusting himself in his seat so his knees are parted, his body reclining into the couch with ease in an attempt to get comfortable but all I can focus on is how inviting his thighs look, spread apart like that.

A perfect throne for a queen.

"Why?" His brows lift at my question, almost as if he's asking if he really needs to answer it and he doesn't, I know why he wants me to stop talking that way and it's the exact reason while I'll continue regardless. "Does it intimidate you?"

"You've had some wine, you're probably just-"

"Drunk?" I swish my wine glass back and forth, the red liquid sloshing around as his eyes flicker back and forth from the drink to my eyes that are glued on him. "I've had a half of a glass." I deadpan and he scoffs awkwardly, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. "Relax, I"m not coming onto you or anything."

"No? Seems like it." He laughs, loosening up a bit as his arm stretches along the back of the couch, leaving a perfect amount of room for me to slip into the crook of his body and I fight the urge to but fail miserably.

I crawl over to his side of the couch, sitting directly beside him, his arm still staying stretched out behind me, fingers brushing against the back of my neck. He shifts so he can turn the slightest bit towards me, tongue sweeping out across his lips.

"Would you like it if I was?" His face pales, lips parting in silent shock and I giggle, taking another sip for the sake of confidence, my body warming at the drink and my proximity to the man I've pined after for so long.

"Why do you think Sarah's so keen on gettin' us together?" He asks genuinely, his once pointed gaze softening a bit and I feel myself getting more and more comfortable in his presence as the night goes on.

With us getting closer and closer, I feel the oxygen in my lungs begging to escape me, only leaving my lips in gasps as my lips chase his hungrily but there's a part of me that doesn't know if he'd reciprocate it. He's so chivalrous, I wouldn't put him past denying myself and himself a moment to just give in.

"Because she likes me and she wants you to be happy."

"And what do you want?" Joel's eyes leave mine briefly, flickering down to my lips and I feel all of my confidence wash away, the things I had planned in my head, the wishes that I wanted to come true, the things that I desperately needed to tell him- they're all gone. No thoughts can run through my head when he's shyly glancing at my lips, almost as if he wants to lean forward and taste them.

"To be taken care of." The honest answer leaves my lips before I can stop the words and my eyes widen briefly out of fear that he'll run for the hills or blame it on the wine but he doesn't, he just waits patiently for me to explain. It'll take a minute or two in the state that I'm in. "Never been taking care of before, especially by a man."

"That's a shame." He scoffs, setting his glass of wine down, implying something greater than him being done with his drink, especially with the way that his hand comes down to rest inches away from my bare knee.

"All this talent- gone to waste."

"It's just sad to hear a beautiful girl like you doesn't have more men falling over her." His eyes don't meet mine but his words meet my ears and force a shiver down my spine, my body shivering as his hand reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, shamelessly and unwavering.

"I don't have a lot of time to notice many men, I guess." My voice quivers more than I wished it would've but I choose to ignore it, my confidence suddenly rising at the realization that this is Joel being handsy; subtle touches along the back of my neck, touching my cheek, fingers brushing against my knee and leaving room for me to fit perfectly in his side.

We've bridged the gap of my checkout counter and scanning belt, now only inches away from each other instead of feet. He's just how I imagined he'd feel as I lift my hand to rest on his chest, briefly brushing over the neckline of his simple t-shirt.

"You noticed me." He mutters bashfully, cheeks heating up once more and his blush crawls down the expanse of his throat and beneath the collar of his shirt.

"Your daughter kind of forced you into my point of view."

"I'm sorry about her." He laughs, looking down at his lap again, nervously toying with his fingers. I reach out to him, setting my small hand atop his, stopping his fidgeting in its tracks and causing his eyes to lift to mine.

"I'm not." I grin, giving his hand a simple squeeze before setting my wine down beside his, opening up my hands and arms for him just in case he wants the opportunity to sink into me.

"You're good at this. I'm a little rusty." He admits bashfully with a soft smile, eyes flickering out the window once more to distract himself, sun setting in the sky as the TV plays quietly in the background.

"That's okay." I whisper, fingers hesitantly reaching out to brush across his jaw and I worry briefly that he'll push me away, tell me that he's not a touchy person, but instead his eyes flutter shut and he leans into my tongue, almost desperately. "I'm not asking for much."

"I know you're not and that's what's fucking scary." He laughs, chest rumbling and I smile, giving him a simple shrug. My simplicity is what I always assumed would bring Joel and I close to each other, neither of us having much time for games especially in the world of dating. "It's easy- being with you, I mean."

"Really? Cuz you're really hard to be with." I tease, watching his eyes widen in brief fear but I put an end to it almost immediately. "I feel like my heart's going to burst out of my chest."

"You're joking?" He asks sincerely, brows tugging together and I laugh.

"I'm not. The amount of times Sarah's muttered 'be cool' to me before you've rolled your cart up to the check out line is too many times to count on two hands." He looks beyond surprised, lips fanning out into a cocky smirk, confidence brightening up his once nervous expression.

"I never knew I had that effect on you."

"Then I've done a good job at not looking like an idiot."

"I'm the idiot." He laughs, leaning into me briefly, hand sneaking around my shoulder so his fingers can draw simple circles on my bicep. "Should've asked you out without the help of my teenage daughter."

"She planned this, didn't she?" I ask with a tilt of my head but I already know the answer, knowing that Sarah has wanted us together for the longest time, making sly comments throughout the months about how much she loves to see her dad so happy. "Us coming together, being alone?"

"Not the smartest idea, huh?" He adjusts in his seat and I eye his thighs carefully but not carefully enough cuz his fingers tap my arm in an attempt to get my attention and I laugh bashfully before addressing his comment.

"Why?"

"I don't trust myself around you." He admits with a heavy sigh.

"Good." I smirk, hands reaching out to massage his shoulder, electricity sparking under my touch and I feel him visibly tense beside me, eyes watching my fingers out of the corner of his eyes. "You need to loosen up a bit."

"Now you're coming onto me." I giggle, leaning into him, tucking my face into the crook of his neck, finally giving into him and he does the same, pulling me into him by the shoulder, arm tightening around me almost as if he's trying to keep me tucked into him.

"Sure am." His large hand soothes over my thighs that are curled up on his own and it makes me freeze, head tilting up so I can look up at him through my lashes, catching the way his eyes flicker down to my lips.

Before I can process it, his lips are on mine, softly and unbelievably timid, his hand gently cupping my jaw while his thumb tucks beneath my chin so he can kiss me better, my whole body frozen in his touch.

He's a good kisser, a better kisser than I would've anticipated, especially with how single he's been for so long. I always thought that it would be me- the experienced one, the confident one- but with his lips on mine I feel completely and utterly at his mercy.

This isn't fair.

Taking a leap of faith, I swing a leg over his thighs, finally sitting where I've wanted to all night, sinking down onto his thighs with a moan, not once slipping from his hungry lips. His hands grip my waist, dragging me against him and a surprised gasp leaves me, lips finally parting from his as I gasp in a few breaths, wide eyes looking back at me.

"Hi." I whisper breathlessly, loving the huge smile that spreads across his lips at my fragile tone and I can feel my body trembling against his, all of my nerves from the last few months coming out all at once.

"You good?"

"I just-" I start but air forces it's way into my lungs in an exasperated gasp. "I've been thinking about this, dreaming about this, for months." His eyes are so incredibly soft as he looks- gazes- adoringly up at me, hands encompassing my hot cheeks in his hands, forcing me to look at him clearer.

"I should've kissed you months ago." I grin obnoxiously into the next kiss he gives me, squealing when he lifts me further into his arms, standing up with almost no hesitation, arms looped around my shaking thighs.

"Where are we going?" I ask with a breathless giggle, holding onto him tight as my fingers card through his hair.

"Depends where you wanna do this?" Fuck. I tuck my face in the crook of his neck, almost needing to hide from him with the way that he's speaking to me, my stomach twisting and legs desperately clenching around his waist.

"Fuck." I whisper, feeling his chest rumble against mine. "I wanna be comfortable."

"Bed it is, then."

By the time we make it to be the bedroom, his hands are pushing the top of my dress down over my shoulders, hungry lips finding purchase on the junction of my neck, biting and sucking a bright red mark into my heated skin.

I can barely keep up with him like this, the way he's already pushing my clothes off, chasing my lips, hands exploring everywhere they can- it's almost overwhelming but I'd never want him to stop.

I fumble with his t-shirt, tugging it over his head with an excited giggle, immediately finding his lips once more after tossing his t-shirt to the ground. I'm pushing him back on the bed before he can take control again, deciding to find my confidence once more as I straddle his hips.

"Is this how we're doing this?" Joel asks, arms tossed over his head and I just take a second to think about how handsome he is, sweaty hair matted to his forehead, eyes completely soft but his pupils are taking up nearly all of his beautiful brown eyes, simply from arousal.

"That okay with you?" I ask, dragging my nails down his chest, seeing soft pink marks in their wake and his eyes widen, lip tucking between his teeth as he watches me grind myself against him, the roughness of his jeans satisfying the need for friction.

"Do you see me arguing?" He asks, brows furrowing in faux confusion and I grin wickedly, fingers toying with the waistband of the denim, watching the anticipatory look pass through Joel's expression.

"Good." I pop the button with ease, the sound of the zipper undoing acting like magic to my ears. "Because I've been thinking about this for months." He helps me kick his jeans off and onto the floor and my mouth waters, seeing the print of his cock beneath his boxers.

"You are gorgeous." The compliment makes me impossibly wetter than I was before, my lips parting in breathy gasps as tug his boxers off, his cock springing up and into my hand.

I grin, taking his breath away as I give him a few strokes for good measure, before lifting onto my knees, not even bothering to take my panties off. I pull them aside, biting my lip to conceal the plethora of curses that want to fly out of me as I drag his cock against my clit, bumping the sensitive bundle of nerves with every stripe I make.

"Fuck, woman, you're killing me." He groans, back arching off the bed as his hands find my thighs, giving them a firm squeeze, urging me to sink down on him and I do, slowly, giving myself time to adjust.

My jaw drops in a silent groan, nothing but a gasped breath leaving me and I firmly plant my hands on his chest, giving myself a moment to think about nothing but the stretch that his cock is giving me.

"Fuck Joel." I whisper, lifting my hips gently as Joel takes control, meeting my thrusts to lift his hip up and against me and he feels deeper and deeper every time our hips meet. His thumb slips down, brushing skillfully across my clit and I fold, my body collapsing on top of his, face tucking into the crook of his neck.

"You wanna keep going?" He asks breathlessly, pressing kisses to my cheek and my hairline, reassuring me and comforting me throughout the way and it makes my heart swell with something greater than care.

"Please just fuck me hard, I need to cum." He flips me on my back in a second, hitting the deepest parts of me as he hikes one of my legs over his hip, biceps tensing as he holds himself up, pounding into me at an unrelenting pace. "Then we can worry about soft."

He takes my words seriously, leaning up so he can look down at me, spine straightening and his hips work like a piston, chest rising and falling in frantic breaths as his head tips back in pleasure, a loud groan leaving him.

We're chasing our highs like we've chased after each other the last few months, all of the pining and shy smiles coming down to this one moment of trust and closeness. It almost makes me emotional to think of how madly in love with him I've been just from afar, that I'm here right now, in his bed with a giddy smile on my lips.

Most people say its impractical that couples can finish at the same time but when I finally topple over the edge, Joel's arms wrapped firmly around my trembling body, it pulls him along with me, cumming with a loud groan.

"Fuck." We whisper at the same time, tipsy, tired giggles leaving us as our hearts pound, coming down from our highs slowly but surely. He rubs my hips soothingly and I begin to feel the familiar ache of my joints after being carried and tossed around, our giggles dying down into small laughs and slowly even that turn into kisses.

"Wanna go to dinner next weekend?" Joels asks, rolling off of me and onto his back and an 'oof', looking to me with a bright grin, his cheeks dusted in a gentle pink.

"Wanna go to dinner now?" I offer, clutching his bedsheets to my chest as I roll onto my stomach, pecking his bicep gently as I curl into his side for the second time tonight.

"Breakfast for dinner?" His eyes widen excitedly at his own offer and I nod, feeling completely and utterly safe and sound in his bed right now. There's no judgment, no worries on my end, just happy to be here after all of this time of wishing I could be with him.

"I adore you."

#joel #joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us fic #joel miller smut #joel miller x y/n

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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month

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Cuddle Party

George figured a new couch was in order, given the last one kinda uh. Exploded. Might as well help him break it in!

I blame @george-weasleys-girl for this. It literally all stemmed for this pic

Warnings: Heavy petting. ((Yeah it seems like a vanilla warning, but hey sometimes you aren’t in the right headspace for sexual content. Even if there isn’t sex. You valid sweetie!)) lots of fluff, and some wholesome “teaching your kid about deafness”

Writing coms open

“See? As if nothing had ever happened!” That nothing being your son, Fred the second, inherited someone’s pyrotechnic passion. Wasn’t Freddy’s fault. He wasn’t even old enough for a wand yet, but he was showing brilliant magic. Even so young. You two made sure he understood it was an accident, but also used it as a good learning lesson that when accidents happen you do your best to fix them. Gentle parenting was what helped Freddy best, and like hell you would ever yell at him for such an accident.

“You wanted an excuse for this, didn’t you?” You would tease, as you leaned over the massive thing. Was pretty much a alaskan king, with many purple cushions to accent the orange material. It was loud, and that was how you liked it. It was also perfect for when family was over. Just move the furniture around, and the couch was suddenly much longer with many seats. You did like that. This would make having company over far easier. You really did like it.

"MAYBE~" He cackled, before he jumped onto the thing. A graceful flop he went, with so much space to move around. That had you rolling your eyes, but you were smiling. Your husband. Such a adorable man, and that made you so happy. Kept you feeling young, even with so much happening. With that being said, it also meant you had a streak of mischeif all the same. Before your husband knew it, you jump right on him. Making him wheeze, before laughing.

"NO FAIR! IM DEAF I COULDNT HEAR YOU COMING!" He, playfully, argued. Along with took advantage of your laughter to pin you down. Made you laugh more, as you would fight back. Your wrists pinned, and sock feet flailing, as your were attacked with kisses. Left you squealing, as he made sure to attack your sweet spots. Leaving no mercy, as the two of you broke in the new furniture.

“You are a menace to society, just my type~” He growled, as he gave you a kiss. Then another, and another, and before either of knew it. It was more than just kissing. You two were just engulfed by each other. Utterly addicted to each other’s flavors and scents. The fresh ash, and sweet pastries.

Suppose you two were breaking in the new couch, that’s for sure. As if either of you could complain. That is, until your passionate moment was interrupted by someone jumping onto George’s back. Made him wheeze, before tumbling across the furniture. Leaving you to have someone fall on your stomach.

“ITS LIKE A BIG BED-!” Junior shouted, before he crawled off of you. Quick to stand up, and jump on it. Meanwhile, you two needed a moment to breathe again. You caught your breath far quicker than George did. Since he was full on WWE-ed.

“Dad! DAD-!” Junior shouted, but George was busy with a bruised back. Not to mention his good ear was forced into the cushion, so he didn’t hear Freddy at all. You used that to your advantage, and soon scooped Freddy up.

“Remember, Daddy doesn’t hear to well. Right?” A nice learning moment. With Freddy in your lap, as you sat crossed legged. “Yeah yeah-! He hears only half the stuff we do-!” Junior would agree, and made the sign for ‘silent’ on his left ear. Just like where George’s was missing.

“That’s a good job-! Oh you did so well, you remembered!” You praised, making your son beam. Learning languages sure comes naturally, when half your family’s speaks more than one language. Romanian, Mandarían, French, Arabic, Latin, and throw in some British Sign Language.

“And you remember what we said about yelling?” You asked, as he nodded. “Not everyone likes it! So you gotta ask em first. Cause yelling is scary sometimes. Like when grandma Molly yells. She yells loud!” Junior said, making an explosion motion with his hands.

“Oh she got lungs alright-“ George huffed, as he caught himself again. Once he was steady, Junior was quick to camper over to George. Yanked into the older man’s arms, and held high in the air. Then, he collapsed on the couch. With Junior plopping on his chest. You were quick to snuggle your husbands side, as Junior sat on his chest. Having to much energy.

“Your kid-“ You tease, before kissing your husbands cheek. That made Junior stick his tongue out, and George mimicked him. Having a silly face off. That made you laugh, as you enjoyed the cuddle session with your family.

Eh, that old couch had been here since you three had got the permit for the place. Some things needed to be replaced. But memories like this? Never. You wanted to simply keep creating, and keeping, more and more. Forever, and ever.

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sugar-petals · 1 year

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sub!huening kai smut a-z

hot femboy!hyuka x femdom!reader

words. 5.7k 🍓

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⛓ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+, dom/sub, inexperienced kai, toys, fetish clothing, degradation, anal + oral play, bondage, watersports, cum play, painslut kai in lingerie, slaps/spanking, past toxic hookups, orgasm control, sugar mommy!reader, impact play, thigh riding, choking

A/N: a steamy toast to the prettiest boy. ‘cause who could be better for a subby smut alphabet ♡

[ sub!idols m.list ]

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Says thank you for getting ruined like the polite boy he is — that’s hot. Lying down eventually, Kai nuzzles his face underneath your chin so you can feel his long tickling lashes against your throat. Although he thinks he might come across as a little awkward and dreamy during aftercare, Hyuka nevertheless has the confidence and maturity to always ask of you precisely what he needs to calm himself down from an intense D/s session or regular sex. And what would that be? All the snuggles.

It often winds up as a two-hour afterglow of nothing but endless cuddling and a pinch of mumbled conversation as the cherry on top. The kisses are superficial or chaste, which is cute and feels good. Superficial doesn’t mean bad: Lips are perceptively tender, after all. They pick up on slow contact the very most. That’s how you spend minutes and minutes once your breathing has become shallow. He reassures that you topped him well. The comedown is kind and relaxed in spirit, generally. He loves you so much. Complimenting him back, you tell Kai that his dreamy side is your kind of thing and he shouldn’t worry. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Swoons for you constantly with a huge spark in his eyes. Couldn’t quite name one body part in particular when put on the spot, shrugging at the question with a confused eyebrow raise. He just likes everything about you. You look wholesome and effortlessly good to Kai: No thoughts, just love. If you were to guess for a sweet spot anyway — he has a thing for your shoulders, maybe? He likes to trace them absentmindedly pretty often. When you watch a movie, for instance. Or when you wait in line at your favorite bakery. Figures, from his tall goth bf perspective that’s the first thing he sees and feels during a back hug. And shoulders are easy to comfortably hold in any setting, private or public. He doesn’t fondle and get naughty: He’s a good boy, his comments about you are never rude.

You tell him how much you like his chic and sensual looks all the time yourself. Kai is so androgynous, a perfect balance of features. Another phone background every week, he just delivers the best selfies for his girlfriend like it’s Christmas. Knows you love his nose, plus the fingernails, his eyes, his natural hair color. Styled long and slightly wavy, of course. His most stunning hairdo, so satisfying to play with ad nauseam. You also like it when the stylists turn his face into living art, like with glossy make-up, lip tint, or super reflective eye shadow. When he shyly takes it off in the evening and washes his face, he glows just as much without it, and his cheeks are utterly kissable under the bathroom lights.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A goner when you look him in the eye a certain possessive way, tugging on his gorgeous black leash. Oh, you both like that one a lot, and use it often. Kai adores, needs being bound and connected to you this way, and any position will do. He’s dripping hot when he reaches an emotional climax with his bangs in his eyes, fatigued, happy, collapsing. He shakes, he cries out, it really built up so much. You never know what you’re gonna get, too. A thick and precious leaking or a thin, silky fountain producing a translucent thread on his stomach.

He’s tried a fleshlight, but he prefers his good ole’ hands, still. Which… poses a bit of a problem. Since he knows how messy it could get on the pillows, or his plushies when he doesn’t hold still — please no, not the stuffed toys! — Hyuka takes great care, for instance, not to jerk off like crazy or not to slip out of you clumsily. He shoots it deep inside of you instead whenever you take the pill, and his creampies always feel like the very best. Towels everywhere, the messiness is under control.

Because he’s that guy, he’ll suck it all out when he’s done cumming. Hyuka doesn’t like to swallow and doesn’t expect you to, either, so he’ll rub his ejaculate into a towel, right off his tongue or cock, and dutifully cleans the rest. Admittedly, you’re obsessed with this idea and feel like it would be disgusting with any other one but Hyuka unsurprisingly. He could squirt his pretty cum inside of you all the time, you wouldn’t grow tired of how juicy and arousing it is. You praise him how he gives you lots, and sometimes choke him out when he cums to make it more intense.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Behind his charming ‚pretty lil‘ thing‘ façade that loves it when you put wayside flowers in his hair… lurks a raw and lusty painslut. He’s there for you to mess him up. Spanking, pinching nipples, slapping the cheeks, or chillingly cold ice cubes down his spine. Kai has a service sub in him, too. Recline and wait for your drink and meal, watch your boyfriend scrub the floor on his knees with a revealing organza skirt on. A peach or mermaid-colored one, paired with a waist harness that’s deliciously tight. As expected, he’s strong as fuck and will put his pretty body to good use. Who knew that the sweetest boy could be so naughty for a bit of pain.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Was a little clueless in the first weeks and had to be introduced to everything that wasn’t vanilla. Learned quickly like the fantastic bottom he is, sub training is easy for him. Got impressed, too. By all the methods and techniques and toys and dynamics of femdom, amazed by the things that you could enjoy together. Because his height is quite something to work with, he liked to just starfish on his back and the habit remained. Kai has no interest in squashing you with his broad body — you prefer to be comfortable on top of him anyways. Kai listens carefully to any orders and moves in slow motion, the face tentative with questions when he wants to rearrange himself on the sheets or padded floor of your living room.

Shy as ever, he’d been too much of a scaredy cat to sleep around prior to that. He tried to have sex three times before crossing paths with you, winding up too nervous to feel like he could get it right with his respective partners. It was thrilling, awkward, strange, and overwhelming all at once. Confusing, and formulaic, too. A stoic atmosphere, pretend-rehearsed, unfocused, unlike what he imagined his first time. Kai expected chemistry and was hit with a ‚let’s get down to business and do it like everyone else‘ attitude instead. Unsettling, to say the least. It was a hotel room hurry fueled with blind obsession both times, and a spontaneous date gone bad a third time. A mismatch, he wasn’t in his element, he didn’t feel noticed at all, he left, it was discontinued. So, all in all, he had sex two times before. Kai tried his best and drew the conclusions, hoping not to dwell in blame.

Pleasing he loves to do, but an empty masturbation aid or sexbot he is not. Kai requires help and loving interaction. Fitting a condom was already a lot to handle, nor did he have any idea how to act except of course be nice. All three experiences kind of steamrolled across his self-worth and he was left to his own devices. Hence he wanted to be more deliberate with the right person in the future, whoever it may be, so he kept an open mind. Kai mostly imagined steamy get-togethers in his head since, avoiding to pursue another messy date just „to get it right“. He was looking for chemistry and was lucky. Your flirting has such a profound effect on him… Kai replays your words in his head for literal weeks. He’s glad he came across you who he can trust and look in the eye.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Wonderboy hasn’t got one yet as he enjoys almost all of the freaky stuff you try together. Perhaps it’s him on all fours, something like that. Doggy allows for you to get your gloves on and curl one or two fingers into him. Not more, three is the limit, he’s too tight (yep, that’s so sexy) and doesn’t want you to perform some kind of straining finger acrobatics just to hit his prostate. But as far as the position goes, the ass-up ones make sense for him. Beautiful back arch, by the way. Goes without saying, though. Almost every good femboy has one.

Kai is so responsive, god. You see his lovely fingers curl when you either hit the sweet spot or leave little spanks on his supple ass cheeks. When each side of his butt looks equally flushed, you move on to peel off your gloves and cool him down with slow, downward caresses on his spine until he gets goosebumps. Without that amount of TLC, it wouldn’t be worthwhile to him. Personal attention is so important in Hyuka’s world, you don’t even know. But don’t worry… guy’s not a selfish lover. He thanks his queen for spoiling him by using that one vibrator on your clit in a comfortable supine position right until you moan your orgasm into the crook of his neck.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy in a kind and doe-eyed way. Not forced, not overdone. A practical joke that’s completely harmless at best. Huening Kai is the immaculate eye candy and pleasant conversationalist incarnate when it comes to being your company. Whenever you lay down on his big chest, Hyuka can’t help but giggle at you treating his pecs like free pillows for naps. Sometimes, his belly, too, you know what’s good. Despite his love for smart pranks, he’s not exactly the craziest class clown, but he’s also not dead serious with you, so it’s a healthy middle for this one. He is genuine, and hey— nobody laughs at your jokes more than him. You’re the funniest, wildest person in the world to your angel babe.

h = hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Soft and clean. God, his skin is so nice. Kai doesn’t really want to shave all the time, so he just gets laser treatments once a month. The more precarious spots, waxing, usually, although he can master a close shave anyway. All of his beauty equipment he takes good care of, your boy is diligent with all the items’ maintenance daily. Neat freak Huening Kai? Who knew, and it’s fucking sexy. He smells so good out of the shower after dancing, you can’t lie, you do wanna fuck him immediately. Though, you give him a five-minute head start in the kitchen to eat some fruit to recharge. Can’t do the do with a hungry man, can you.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.)

Focused on you or busy losing his mind. It’s either or. He’s more cuddly than romantic in a classic sense, the type to lay his head on your lap. Kai believes he’s not mature enough to aim for digging up the deepest feelings, nor do you expect him to. To each their own, just snuggling suits him way better than champagne and rose petals. He believes it’s better to stay sober anyway, for sex especially, and buying lots of stuff to prepare for long-winded romance hours is simply planning overload. Verbal intimacy is more important, not censoring yourselves around each other.

Staying in the moment instead of throwing around money sounds better to Kai, as does sticking to squishing his plushies, and you agree. Being spontaneous and random date nights are more fun, not nerve-wracking like a big busy holiday plan, and sexier, anyway. He amps up the feels for birthdays and festivals like Chuseok, but the general sentiment is puppy love, not formal dinner. Besides the piano music, of course, he can provide that one. An evening in the snug warm bathtub with candles does sound like it, though. Playing with foam is always entertaining. And he looks so fucking adorable.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Too carefree to tense up, too cute to be insatiable. He sees it as a lighthearted activity, though the way his body twists and bends is remarkable. How many pictures of it you have on your phone is something you lost track of. Although you have a lot of separate hobbies and interests, needless to say, he is a perfect muse for anything creative you do. And perfect to watch just because let’s be real, he’s so ethereal, who could do it like him.

Watching him get off is hot, yet fascinating at once. Especially in the mornings. Huening Kai’s cock is straight and beautifully thick, so it’s easy to wrap his big hand around loosely and deliver the most luscious of strokes. Whenever he can, your boyfriend is the type to thrive on a ruined or denied orgasm — he practices it on himself, too. That feeling of high and dry, frustrated, self-inflicted, he enjoys it like a nosy little voyeur. You have a lot of extremely explicit audios on your laptop because of all the moaning stuff he’s sending you, by the way.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Extreme humiliation. Degrading him with words is not enough, it has to embarrass him to the core. Underneath his gentle exterior, one finds a sub of steel who craves D/s that is all about the pretty crying and breathless, but equally beautiful whining. As if he could ever sound ugly, anyway. Kai is a gorgeously vocal sub that blooms under an expert hand knowing how to pull his hair right and tight while he’s getting kicked around on the floor. Not too hard. Just punishing and effective enough. On his handsome knees is where he knows he belongs. Who knew such a sweet guy would like to be handled like this.

His recent favorite debauchery is anal play rested on his back naked with a spreader bar — hell yes — between his ankles. Destroying his perfect little hole has got to be one of the most fun and rewarding things a domme can do. On top of getting his butt split in half with a set of silicone dildos, he dabbles in being a bit of a piss pig in his imagination, as in, aimed at his stomach in the bathtub. His inner pervert thinks it’s so warm and sexy to feel, though he’s careful to suggest it to you at all and will stay clear of mentioning it should you not enjoy a practice like this. After all, he’s the one who wants to be embarrassed, not you.

And a second notable kink (and a less graphic one, for that matter): Being your sugar baby. A little obsession of his, he admits he’s a bit of a goner for being treated by you. Though, judging by what he politely asks you to buy him, he’s not the greedy type. An ice cream here. A pizza there. A plushie, the other month. And chocolate bars, sometimes. It’s more about the gesture and returning the favor later — Kai is big on bringing home your favorite snacks or gets himself a new set of delicate white lingerie that has your jaw dropping.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

The kitchen counter, particularly when a snowstorm or thunder rages outside. Spontaneous, post-work, and only when at least one surface is still clean. The two of you are messing around, lusty for one another in the evening. Although afterwards, both of your actual hunger isn’t forgotten. While the food still roasts in the oven, Huening Kai wraps himself around your torso for French kisses and making out like it’s no one’s business. You fucking love his body to the death. So up close, so soft. Let’s go, big boy. You love to feel him get hard inside while he leans his back against the fridge. You, grinding against his loins only with your socks and sweater still on. He can barely keep it together and needs you to guide his hands.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Infatuation. It’s juvenile, unironically hormonal, full of amicable naiveté and big ideals: Fueled by the stuff he watched on TV growing up. He always wanted somebody who’d look out for him. Huening Kai fosters a special type of affection for you by baking and giving you sweets, his time, and sometimes, that entails his beautiful 6’0 of sexiness, too. That he’s considerate and a gift to your life is probably a pretty accurate way to put it, though.

Kai’s fluttering heart reaches quite some beats per minute whenever you stroll into the practice room after he’s done practicing late at night. So self-conscious, so shy in front of you and the other members — he’s a little typical, but that’s heart-melting. They don’t tease him, though, since he doesn’t like being put on a hot seat. Ever since they saw Kai holding his jacket over you while he got soaking wet during a heavy cold rain, they can see he’s dead serious about your relationship and wants nothing to ruin it.

The long greeting hugs that initially made the whole group jealous are now a cause for TXT going „awh“ whenever you comfort him, pick him up, or bring him a bag of take-out when he’s devastated. Or tired. Soobin calls you a real role model lately after observing you, he awards you his thumbs up 100%. They can see that Kai really loves you a lot and vice versa. Sometimes, Kai becomes exhausted from performing lots and has a motivation drop, so the members appreciate you babying him just like they do. Kai returning to his usual courteous, upbeat self is a reward on its own.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Blood. No rashes, gory lesions, cuts, lasting strokes, biting tongues, or heavy scratching. As inviting as his back is to run your nails across and down on, you thoroughly respect his wish. Despite his love for degradation, and this might sound like a contradiction, Kai rejects the more tormenting extremes of BDSM: You won’t walk in on him watching crazy porn congruently. Kai wants his skin unscathed and the marks of biting scarce, also extending the same idea to you. No brief and brutal poundings during all non-kink sex activity, he knows you don’t like it and never nourished any desire to just rip into you mercilessly himself. He’s a sweet lover, watching out for you as excessively as you are protective of your boyfriend yourself.

The whole shebang with, say knife play or cat-o-nine tails as an example, is chiefly meant for experienced, usually slightly older subs, anyway, requiring some more years under their harnessed belts. The same goes for the unfortunate hazard of internal wounds by accident, which wholly scares Kai and prompts him to do a lot of research. You always make sure to use lube on your gloves and dildos when you toy with his pretty mouth or anus, keeping the friction to a minimum. Chapstick is a must. Prep, too.

In the same vein, he doesn’t like whipping and bondage with coarse ropes instead of satin ribbons. The discomfort is too strong. His skin is sensitive and prefers a nice, gentle femdom-ish caress over harsh materials that need larger aftercare treatment all the way. Kai likes the aesthetics of hardcore, but he wouldn’t follow through. Long story short, he leaves the rugged stuff to the advanced couples, he doesn’t need a jagged whipping. Suave kisses preferred, and he likes the seduction part.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Balanced preference. He’s as good at sucking up your clit as he is at throwing his head back while moaning the house down, your hands on his lap. Appreciates halfway sloppy oral with consistent movements and eats you out super slowly, too. Which has you at the edge of your seat every time, it won’t get boring. Since you could look at his face 24/7, it doesn’t matter which way you go because oral will always come with a fantastic view. He is skilled with timing and nuance after some practice and getting to know your reactions, but the main characteristic of his giving and receiving style is looking very spirited and into it. How dare he look this good between your legs especially. And his lips — wow.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Medium, high and intense on the occasion, but not abrasively so. Kai doesn’t like to thrust so hard nor does he want to get fucked really violently. It would be the exact same if he had a male dom; hard sex is not your angel’s cup of tea. It’s like playing the piano: Prudence makes the better piece. In fact, going way too raw scares him a lot, and he lets you know two weeks into your relationship already. Communication: A+.

Glued together in bed under his favorite, fluffy lilac duvet, gyrating hip on hip, chest to chest: Sounds more like it. Frottage is kind of his thing, by the way. He is equally amazed by your body, thinks it’s incredible and mindblowing. Whenever you stay like that for a long time, it’s like a sauna for free. His sweat is amazing, too. It doesn’t really smell, and it’s more gradual rather than being runny. Kai is well-hydrated and decently athletic, making out is his calling.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kai is the most touchable boyfriend on Earth, so having a quickie naturally just won’t do. Wasted opportunities, not enough tender love, too much chaos. Huening Kai hates a hit-and-run or wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am mindset as a whole. Hooking up college style has been on his no-go list way before you dated, reaffirmed by his not-so-perfect sexual experiences in various hotel rooms. Your chemistry is just too closely affectionate, too familiar and mutually intertwined to fuck the shit out of each other in a heartbeat. It has to be full of life, a loving embrace, between reading a book and making music.

Even if you possessively guide him to the next best corner by wrapping that sexy signature slim grey tie around your fist, your back and forth goes on far too long to count as a 4-minute romp. It mellows out every time. His opinion is, it’s alright to get carried away with sex, „and hey — it’s with you!“ — you like this kind of approach yourself, loving to build up on pleasure so your orgasms will be strong and passionate. Rather than being too goal-oriented, you love to trail off, get distracted by twirling his hair, licking his chest and arms, or using toys at random to test things out.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Moderate to — sort of — high risk. But nothing that could result in any type of open injury. A bruise is fine, so are light hickeys, or a reasonably reddened butt. That lovely apple bottom of his, as you say every so often. He’s open to hard domination that involves a power imbalance, that’s no big deal. You are his queen, he worships you, snakes his body around you to kiss his your limbs from every angle. Do we smell a tinge of subby contortionism there? Yes, we do… He can do the splits, right. The possibilities.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Going by some very apologetic-sounding text messages sent from work, Huening Kai thinks he’s lousy. Incomplete, in his words. He hates that he can peak within minutes flat when you go for the backshots, though you take it as a compliment. At the end of the day, you can make him feel good and get lots and lots of his cum. You can reward him, and you can make his face go ahegao… because that’s how. It’s fucking sexy to watch in a mirror. Kai always goes several extra miles so the foreplay balances it out. When he’s already done, he uses his hands and mouth to get you off. What’s not to like — your boyfriend might like lazy wake-up cuddles, but lazy with pleasing he’s not. You get your morning head almost ritually to the point where he needs to heat the breakfast and tea again.

Nevertheless, since he looks up to you more than you could ever know, he aspires to become more steady and stable like he says you are. Big aspirations, he wants to keep it up for more than 25 minutes. You tell your gem not to force his body to last or make it painful for himself to the point where it deducts from your mutual enjoyment. Kai experiments with the thought of using actual viagra at one point, but quickly realizes it doesn’t suit him. No cutting corners, no pills, no shenanigans.

Instead, he reminds himself that there are so many different ways to focus the pleasure on you. You riding his thigh and only brushing against his pretty cock with your palm every other minute does the trick. Especially when he keeps his briefs on, straining against the white cotton. It’s all consistent with how Kai views sex as per usual, not liking messy speeds. Edging and cockwarming lite is entirely up his alley, you tell him, and he immediately agrees once you explained those terms to him. „You got me all figured out!“ — „You’re my guy… of course I have.“

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Some toys. Vibrators, nipple clamps. You actually own more handy items, mostly to run on him but also a decent amount of toys that give special attention to your clit. When he’s touring and you watch him on your tablet, either performing or chatting with you in real-time, you like to masturbate somewhat casually — until he turns up the heat and takes his shirt off. He’s no less horny, and sad on top of that, whimpering into his hotel pillow every night he’s not with you. Yeonjun once told you behind closed doors that Kai is pretty much withering away without your presence and hasn’t once looked at someone else with sexual, wandering eyes. This shit is serious. Kai gets a remote-controlled butt plug for his birthday that you can activate with your phone, I’m telling you.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

More than fair. Might have the uncanny ability to look sassy in promo pictures and entertain his members with jokes, but Kai has actual zero brat potential, just pure dorkiness. Recently, he jokes how he’s proud of being your trusty boy toy and it makes you chuckle, kissing his cheek in return — because he is, and even more than that. You regularly step on Kai and he craves it, the absolute living slut for degradation. It’s a thrill, he loves to experiment, but he has no reason to tease. He’s too sexy to ever need it. Catching your eye is easy.

Though he understands that humiliation has a way of working if the sub, often when play begins, feigns an ego or attitude and talks back a lot, his view is that it should be more about masochism and breaking down his dignity sexually „because it’s hotter!“ — so there you have it, he’s the obedient type. Long as it stays a mind game, it’s shocking how far Kai is able to go psychologically because he otherwise isn’t a big fan of uncouth behavior or tough love. Kai’s 18+ side is mysteriously surprising and volatile sometimes as he likes to finds his pain’s limit. In his eyes, annoying one’s dom or domme is for subs who don’t have respect. Cutting to the chase and being a professional is better.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Super soft fairy moans like a cloud to sink into. No raspy groans or growls, it’s all very delicate. Such a fascinating trait of him given how such a lovely voice comes out of such a tall, immense body. Gradually, he gets louder and louder as play or sex goes on, and to say his innocent reactions are rewarding is a gross understatement. Kai is the type to helplessly whisper in your ear how much you fluster him, that he’s going insane, it’s beyond sexy to hear. He moans so much about wanting to do everything for you. He can be cheeky (as in, flashing his booty, that is), but he does as you say when the command comes. He finds the classic femdom hand signals helpful, the ones that indicate the sub which position to assume, how to act, what to say.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ever since you talked about latex and BDSM-inspired fashion, he’s been interested in trying on various fetish gear. That idea lives in his mind perpetually after you showed him some pictures of quality harnesses. Not too frail ones, it has to be large and substantial enough. Both fashionable and decorative, actually. He knows a lot of that stuff from what TXT are wearing in photoshoots, so he’s familiar with some aspects of it. Needless to say, he looks good in everything. Kai being a present to unwrap is just as steamy as him staying half-clothed with some bits of teasing skin to peek through. His stomach, his arms, or legs, you know the deal. His recent thing is donning his maid costume, which teases you immensely with his exposed, godly legs.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Extremely sensitive pink balls. Even the slightest intentional contact with your lips, teeth, nose, or breath makes Huening Kai yelp out loud. Such a taboo spot for teeth increases the temptation of it. How soft, round, and plump this pretty spot is. You love to use your fingers and lube on them at your pleasure. They have that gentle scent, you could pucker your lips and slurp on them for minutes, completely obsessed with how perfect they are. At the expense of having him scream and seeing his legs twitch, no-brainer. He’s well-shaved, nor does he grow much hair there to begin with. Coming home from a music show, he always showers first before you can even touch him. „Wait, I’m disgusting, just a minute“ — and off he goes to the bathroom. He’s meticulously clean. And hell yeah: His dick got a nice fucking shape to it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not to sound cheesy — to be honest, he’s always ready for some action. If you think bighit, he’s the opposite of Suga. The experienced, sometimes fully tired Yoongi takes his time to get going, lets nobody hop on his lap in the studio, and depends on his mood entirely. Cat person incarnate, everything at his own pace. Sex? It’s pretty common in society, it’s a set of activities, it’s another break when he produces. The goal is always the same, getting off, it’s a way of loving physically, it gets its place in the daily schedule, et cetera, and so on, he’s got his own philosophy, he’s a thinker. Hyuka on the other hand…

Is blue-eyed and would never conceptualize sex like this. Mood doesn’t matter when he can always warm up to your kisses. Sex is special, it holds deeper meaning and emotional value. Your pace is his pace. You initiate, he adapts. Like a pup, Hyuka will grind up against your hips in no time and jump at the prospect of sneaking off into the sheets. There’s novelty and an element of surprise, he yearns a lot at work.

His fellow members catch him daydreaming all the time, but he won’t kiss and tell. Everybody knows the maknae thinks about you anyway. The way he crushed on you was fucking crazy, the entire company saw how lovesick he was walking around. A very lightheaded Kai almost thought he’d faint and dramatically plunge into another reality when you asked him out on a mere ice cream date. All he could do was nod his head with a pulse above 120, put on his best preppy little outfit, and run to the hairstylist instantly.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Eyes half-closed, cuddling and caressing has a higher priority to Huening Kai than leaving you to your own devices. A light sleeper anyways, he hardly dozes off. Some people need space, some need sleep, others need a bath — Kai is more about the immediate hugs and warmth, and most definitely getting covered up. He doesn’t like staying nude and sticky, so dressing back up in oversized sweaters or shirts sounds like a better idea. A heated blanket during winter is a must, and from there, you can both doze off until you remember to brush your teeth.

Sometimes, you crawl back out from your little comfy love cave somewhere around 11:45 PM, handle business in the bathroom, and go back to sleep, hoping to rest like this forever. His tight schedule prevents that, though you still try to gather those hours like a quest. Kai is the cutie on duty, he works diligently so he can come home as early as possible. If not, you can visit your cuddle bug during practice, recordings, or photoshoots to your liking, or the dorm where you can sleep spooning during tender hours of rest where you warm each other on the couch.

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i-did-not-mean-to · 16 days

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The curse of being loved

This ficlet is my peace offering to @sortumavaara.

I have not forsaken your blorbo. I swear... I'm just not good at writing him lol

@elanna-elrondiel you wanted to be tagged. @cilil this is your fault for enabling and encouraging me!

Characters: Elrond, Elros, Elwing, Maglor, Maedhros

Words: 1,5k

Warnings: Sadness, Eldritch powers, kids are creepy, self-realisation, murder, canonical slaughter, canonical kidnapping

The first language Elrond had ever heard was the breathless cries of amazement and captivation at perceiving, and he’d understood it at once even though he didn’t yet comprehend the power inherent to that instinctive reaction of bone-deep awe.

As was expected and natural, he was loved and cherished by his parents, and, if he noticed that their level of watchfulness went beyond that of others, he did not think anything of it.

Why would he have? He’d never known any other way of being treated.

Likewise, he’d never really questioned the strange appeal he and Elros seemed to hold for almost any other adult in the dismal camp of refugees. They were twins, a two-pronged beacon of life and hope, and it made sense that those who’d previously suffered such pains and deprivation would feel inexorably drawn to the soft, open faces of young children.

Elrond was aware that—in a world full of lurking danger and dark doom—he was vulnerable and precious to the adults in his life, not least because of the importance and wisdom of his genitors who were still utterly besotted with his charming smiles and pleading glances.

As time went by, though, he soon learned how to capitalise on that undeniable weakness in that self-forgotten, profoundly selfish way that was typical for toddlers.

Thus, he observed the reactions of those surrounding him with dispassionate curiosity, adjusting his mannerisms and voice in a myriad of discreet, nigh-imperceptible ways to consciously exacerbate the strange, alluring, corrupting effect he had on people.

In time, and almost despite himself, he started to tilt his head in a way that made his eyes gleam and his skin appear fragile and translucent like the finest porcelain, having ascertained through trial and error that this made it patently impossible for anyone looking at him to avert their eyes or deny him even the most outlandish request.

Barely out of infancy, he was continually perched on someone’s arm like a wondrous bird wrought of unconfessed wishes and stardust—back then, he was blessedly ignorant of his own lineage and the terrible might it conferred to him, and he shamelessly basked in the attention and admiration with which he was unceasingly showered.

Slowly but obdurately, all his motions grew thoughtful and elegant long before other children his age had outgrown the phase of rambunctious chaos, and yet, neither he nor his brother was ever truly ostracised or mocked by their peers for their peculiar charm that invariably turned rational sages and ferocious warriors into blabbering fools.

They were loved by all they met, and they hadn’t yet made any experience that would push them to worry about something as self-evident and wholesome as the simple fact that people seemingly never grew tired of watching them play or listening to them talk, no matter the subject and its relative importance.

Growing older and fairer with every passing day, Elrond before long was overcome with the unshakable sensation that the people around him drew an unfathomable, indescribable sense of soothing and even healing from their every interaction with him, and so he pushed aside his nascent qualms at having praise and gifts bestowed upon him without measure or restraint.

Still, he felt adored, respected, and valued in his community, and he began to feel responsible for those who had taken such generous care of him in return. When he grew to his full strength, he vowed, he’d prove himself worthy of all the affection that had been heaped upon him for as long as he could remember.

One fateful day, though, their mother—in their father’s absence—threw herself into the arms of the sea, desperate tears channelling her bright gaze into a deadly beam of cutting devastation that would sunder her from her sons forever.

Elrond was too stunned to even cry out—he didn’t understand. How could a woman whose very purpose in life had been to coddle and adulate her sons do something so cruel and reckless?

Of course, he did not get the time to further muse about these confusing, contradictory truths in peace, though, as a stranger approached him, his long-fingered hands extended as if to promise with his whole body that he meant him and his brother no harm.

Was it instinct or habit, Elrond would never be able to determine later on, but, abandoned by his father and bereft of his mother, he shamelessly angled his face upwards to catch the flickering light of his childhood being put to the torch in his wide, wet eyes.

Robbed of all his anchor points, he fell back on the hitherto unquestioned, flawlessly reliable magic that coursed through his veins—pushing Elros behind him, he moulded himself into the most appealing version of himself to cow the ominous, looming threat by innate enchantment alone.

The stranger chuckled softly. “I used to do that,” he confessed in a soft, melodious voice that seemed to chime like a thousand golden strings. “Nelyo was always the pretty one, but I was ever able to coax and coerce people by a mere glance or a whispered word.”

Elrond flinched back as if struck. Why did this atrocious confession echo through his whole being, sending nauseating waves of shame and guilt crashing into his soul?

There was something so callously, insultingly veracious in that careless quip that Elrond felt his mask of puerile purity slip, revealing the deep-felt shock and sudden fear lurking underneath to the merciless stare of the murderous intruder.

“You truly are of Melian’s blood.”

Frowning, Elrond shook his head in a vain attempt to dispel the gossamer threads of dark and dangerous magic the man’s voice wove around his frantic mind, choking all sense of self-preservation and caution out of it mercilessly.

“Who are you?” he asked, feeling Elros’s cold hand press against the small of his back as if to encourage him or hold him back.

The fearsome foe hesitated for a heartbeat. “Maglor,” he then sighed. “Call me Maglor.”

At once, Elrond pounced on that minuscule mellowing. Stepping forward fearlessly, he put out his slender, tiny hand and conjured up his most enthralling, hypnotizing smile. “I’m Elrond, and this is my brother Elros. You wouldn’t harm us, would you?”

Wearily, Maglor—who was drenched in blood and covered in mud and miserable memories—let go of his blade and wiped his pale, empty palm across his sweat-sheened brow. “No,” he finally grunted. “I know not whence the spell you’ve put upon me has issued, and I like it not to find such power in one so young, but I admit that all bloodlust has drained from my heart. Come away, there is nought here for you but death and starvation.”

“You hexed him,” Elros whispered as they were led out of the camp. “There comes another one, can you do it again?”

In truth, Elrond was shaken to his core. After a bountiful childhood at the bosom of his parents’ people, he now came to understand that he wielded a fearsome and potentially perilous power.

He yearned to seek out his mother’s wisdom or his father’s stalwart support, but he knew not where they were, and he doubted that he’d ever be reunited with them.

Too many epiphanies—much too weighty and woeful for a mere child to fully fathom—hit him at once, and he longed to curl up in the warm, protective arms of those who’d gathered around his bassinet and his naïve games to cheer and comfort him at every turn.

From the foul fumes of burning wood and smouldering stone emerged a figure—tall and stiff as a moving tree—and Elrond closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recall every single instance in which he’d tricked someone into giving him an undeserved treat or forgiving a careless trespass upon their peace and property.

“Káno, what do you think you’re doing?” the newcomer rasped impatiently.

“Speak to the child,” their new minder, already half won over, replied in a clipped voice that turned his words into a hailstorm of icy shards. “You’ll see that I had no choice in the matter.”

With a scoff, the red-haired demon turned and stalked away.

“He’s afraid of your talents,” Elrod cheered under his breath, and Elrond let him believe that the battle he was about to fight without even knowing his weapons was already won.

He’d have but little time to become consciously aware of his skills and hone them sufficiently to save their lives, but he’d not burden Elros with the devastating knowledge that they’d be on their own and at the mercy of their parents’ enemies henceforth.

When Maglor turned to lift his orphaned captives into his unyielding arms, Elrond leaned his soft cheek against the worn, dirty fur collar of his cloak in a gesture reminiscent of a defenceless kitten, seeking shelter and warmth.

“Leave it to me,” he whispered. He’d not only make these murderers spare their lives—he’d make them love him.

Again, this was an attempt at breaking me out of my writer's block, so there is no event, no Masterlist, no context...

Lots of love from me!

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jay246015201 · 4 months

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Morning after the first time.

this one is gonna be a short fluffy oneshot/stand alone! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Buck woke up feeling refreshed; he had felt like it was his first time sleeping in a million years, his first time waking up feeling rested and safe. The only problem was that he wasn't in bed. He didn't even have time to panic before memories of the night before came washing over him like a tsunami. (tehe)

He remembered hanging out with Eddie and drinking a lot. He remembers Eddie's soft hands cupping his face. (Probably the only part of him that was soft.)

He remembered the awkward stumbling to Eddie's room, the hurried removal of clothes, and the eager hands. He doesn't think he could ever forget how it felt. and he hopes this isn't the last time he gets to feel it. Then, the high he had been on since he woke up finally ended, and he felt the shooting pain. His whole backside hurt like a mother fucker, and so did his head. but when he tried to get up to find some asprin, he felt a strong, warm arm pull him back down.

"Where are you going, Cariño?" Eddie wispered into his shoulder blade after nuzzling up behind him.

"Nowhere; I just wanted to get some asprin. My ass is throbbing!" Buck responded while turning around to face Eddie.

"Good, now that I have you," Eddie cupped his face the same way he did the night before. "I'm never letting you go again."

Buck couldn't tell if he found what Eddie was saying wholesome or hot. and Eddie wasn't helping the matter when he started kissing Buck's jaw.

"So," Buck started,

"What happened last night? That wasn't just a one-time thing?"

"No, Evan, like I said, I'm never letting you go; I love you. I have always loved you."

"I love you, too."

"Now come on, we have to get cleaned up before Chris gets home from his sleepover."

"Why?" Eddie asked, utterly adorably.

"Because I dont know about you, but I would rather not traumatize him even more than he already is."

"But can't we just text Carla to take him home later?" eddie countered

"If you get up now, then I'll suck you off in the shower," Buck deadpaned.

"Okay, okay, im up!" Eddie basically shouted while getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

"I love you, too, baby."

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im sorry this is so short, and im sorry if its bad, im still getting good at this fic writting thing

should i post this to ao3 or nah?

#911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie fanfic #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fanfic

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ventique18 · 2 years

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Wonderful.

(Full fanfic under the cut)

Type: Fanfic + Fanart (🌶️)

Pairing: Malleus x afab!Reader

Length: Long (no plot or buildup, only smut)

Warnings and notes:

SMUT! Minors DNI!!

A continuation of my previous fanfic: Generous

Malleus POV

Pwp, oral (him receiving), penetration, pseudo-public, dom!malleus first half, wholesome love-making in second half

Art warnings: 3 art in total: 2 are safe, 1 is a smut sketch with a depiction of a basic otome-like MC. Quickly scroll past if uncomfortable.

Link to other works: Here

Teaser:

Tongue, sticky and hot, encircling the tip; saliva dribbling down the shaft as you desperately and hungrily try to take in my size. Tears in your eyes. Pathetic.

Delicious.

- Fanfic start -

Swaying, swaying left.

Lovely.

Swaying, swaying right.

Cute, round breasts with a light jiggle.

Delightful.

Absolutely wonderful.

Unconsciously, a gloved finger sinks beneath my lower lip and a salty flavor spreads onto the tip of my tongue. Your flavor. From earlier when I brought you to the brink of heavenly pleasure.

I grin and roll my tongue around the stained leather texture; hungry for more of your taste. Or perhaps this is just my own way of whetting myself-- of teasing my taste buds with an appetizer of you, of dripping the sight of your lustful body onto my dry lips. Like a parched man, mouth wide open, waiting for the ripe fruit to tumble down and pop its sweetness down my throat.

Ah my love, if only you could smell my arousal.

"Y/N, tell me what you desire." I ask unhurriedly, my voice belying my thoughts.

I see your shoulders shake. Might it be from the cold of the floor you are crawling upon, or is it the unsatisfied heat between your legs?

"I..." You start, embarrassment creeping up your cheeks as you refuse to meet my smoldering gaze, "You..."

"Hm? I don't quite understand. You talk like a little bird."

I wave a hand, and suddenly you are swept forward and stopped directly on the ground in front of me. You were taking too much of your sweet time bouncing around with your adorable bottoms-- or perhaps were you seducing me? Whatever your intentions are, you do good work of sentencing me to painful impatience.

I cross my legs, "Louder."

You dig your palms into your knees, heaving a small breath. Then you look at me with those eyes. Those sparkling, lovely eyes that always seem take the breath out of my chest. How troublesome.

"You... I want you inside me." You answer with a slight quiver.

Cute. And how utterly troublesome.

Still I will not lose to you so easily.

I take my fingers off my lips and tap them against the throne's arm rest, "Hm. A bold request," I uncross my legs and lean forward to peer down onto you, "And burdensome, given I've already done you a favor."

I flick a hand forward, gesturing to the drenched petals between your thighs. A cruel smirk crosses my face, "Is it not fair to ask for payment?"

I wink at you, and your cheeks glow twice warmer. Still, like an obedient lamb, you nod your head and get up on your knees; reaching for my lap.

A low chuckle rumbles beneath my ribs. My, how bolder you seem to be getting, day after day.

Your lovely fingers reach for my trousers; a light tremble coursing through every tip. You're always such a bright thing-- dynamic and charismatic, you always seem to attract the admiration of those who get to know you. Such a charming flower, and yet... Heh. Do they know? Do your little classmates know?

Are your friends aware of how submissive you actually are, throwing yourself on my lap, hands clumsily fumbling to unzip my clothing, desperate for any kind of physical affection from such as I? Palms hot from need. Fingers clawing my underwear off, greedily breathing down on my arousal. Mouth enveloping the crown of my length.

Tongue, sticky and hot, encircling its head; saliva dribbling down the shaft as you desperately and hungrily try to take in my size. Tears in your eyes. Pathetic.

Delicious.

My hand runs through your hair. Oh, how lustrous each strand of them are. How shiny your pool of teary eyes are. How pitiful you look under my gaze as you so eagerly try to please me.

"My lovely Y/N."

You close your eyes as I gently massage your scalp. I scratch my way to the top of your head and push you hard to shove the entirety of my length down your thirsty throat. For that, your eyes snap open and you gag. This was what you wanted, no? My heat. You can't be asking for me and then reject me, correct?

And so I slam my waist upward, and tears splatter from your face to stain my coat. I grip at your hair to pull you back. I smile mischievously at you; are you even aware that your pitiful face only serves to ignite my desire?

I hold your head tightly in place while I once again pound my waist into your pretty little mouth. Abusing your pretty little lips until they're red and swollen from the friction of my hard length diving deeply in and out of you, as if I'm hellbent on replacing the air in your lungs with the stench of me.

And dear, do I want to. Badly, so badly, I wish to occupy every thought in your head with nothing but me. My scent. My taste. My touch. The view of me as I desperately rut into your poor little hole, stretching so painfully to swallow every inch of me.

My voice as I come undone on your tongue; showering you with praises that you and only you deserve.

"Ah, my cute Y/N, you work so hard and so well," I laugh lightly as you pop me out of your lips, mouth nary of my come as you diligently swallow every drop, "And for that you deserve a gift."

You wipe the sweat and tears that streak your face, "I only want you." You cough out, still recovering your breath.

I chuckle and lean back comfortably in my seat; urging you to climb on my thighs, "No hesitation, I like that. Then, do as you please."

My hand reaches out to you; brushing your hair back before lovingly swiping a thumb across your cheek, "Take me."

You cough out again and I notice a bright red burning across your face to your ears. You hit me on my chest and I do not bother to reprimand you for such an affront; instead, I burst into an amused laughter.

You bury your head in my chest, "How can you shamelessly say such shameless things..." You mumble and I reply by hugging you close, "And... and what if someone catches us..."

"Then they will know that you are mine and only mine."

You hit me again in frustration.

My brows furrow, "Then would you instead prefer: they will know I am yours and only yours?"

"That's not what I mean!"

A low chuckle courses through me again, "Forgive me, beloved." I take both your hands and bring them to my lips; lightly kissing each one in turn, "But I ask you to trust me," I raise your chin for your eyes to meet with mine, "And make love to me until I am utterly, entirely spent."

You steal your hands away and cover your face with them. Just when I thought I would have to tease you again of how cute and shy you are, you bring yourself together and suddenly grab my still-aroused member. I fight the urge to bite down on my lip as I watch you lift yourself to settle around my waist; our sex visibly kissing and teasingly mixing our sticky fluids.

You shimmy your waist to find the correct angle, "How do you keep saying, mn," You groan at the stretch, "these cheesy things? Ah... And with such a beautiful face," Your palms lean on my knees as you do your best to bury my length inside you, "It's deadly."

I cannot stop a grin from spreading across my face. As sweat bullets drip down your temple from trying to fit me inside of you, I brush my hand through your forehead. Over your eyebrow. Down your cheek, crossing my thumb over your lower lip. Trailing a finger through the beautiful column of your neck and giving a light pinch to your adorably hard nipple. You gasp, yet I ignore you and tickle your stomach on my way to tap on your swollen bud.

“More than I am,” I press harder on it and you cry from the stimulation, “Your besotted voice is much deadlier,” my other hand grabs at your waist and I pull your down, hard,

“Your obscene cries drive me mad.”

And you moan, much louder than you did earlier. Both my hands grip your plump bottoms and lift you; rocking my hip slightly to tease a reaction out of you, before loudly slapping you down again.

Your palms fly up to muffle your whimper, but your wails are so loud that blocking them aren't much help.

Another bout of laughter escapes my throat-- that one kind that you define as cruel-- and I completely let go of you. You look on in hazy curiosity and I lean back on the throne. My arms rest on either side of me and I gaze at you with pretend indolence.

You breathe, "What--"

"You dare to command a prince?" I lean my head on a propped-up palm, "How insolent of you. If you wish for something, do you not think it's only fair that you work for it?"

"You--" You retort; embarrassment and annoyance blending endearingly on your face, "Don't act like you're all that! You were also a fumbling mess not long ago--"

"We live and learn, my love." I wave off your attempt to fluster me.

You huff before clawing tightly at my thighs behind you, "Acting like you weren't a clumsy virgin before..."

I scoff, but before I could send a quip your way, a wave of ecstasy suddenly zaps through my abdomen. My fist tightens on the arm rest, and for a while I hope you don't notice the way you send me to the edge of my sanity. I stop breathing; eyes enticed by the way your reddened core squeezes tightly around mine-- by how your folds drag along my hard length, painting a sinful trail of glistening moist while you retrace your movements up and down me. Oh, how delightful it is to see a part of me disappearing inside of you, marking the deepest parts of you, caressing you in the most intimate way that nobody else can.

Dragging you into the most desperate of rapture that you forget who you are, instead losing your mind trying to chase the pain and pleasure that only I could ever give you. You gasp and you mewl, biting your lower lip at the way I fill each and every inch of you. You sputter a breath, head too incoherent to praise how good I make you feel.

You fall onto my chest and I catch you.

"What's wrong?" I whisper to your ear; blowing a hot breath to stimulate the tension in your overdriven body.

I hear you gulp before you curl your fingers around my necktie, "Take it off... I want to feel you..."

You say that breathlessly while attempting to loosen my tie in your clouded state of mind. Failing at the gargantuan task, you instead fumble for the buttons on my shirt. Of course, you fail at this too.

Ah, you really, truly are amusing. Amusing, but adorable. Adorable, and entirely lovable.

Suddenly, my clothes are no more.

"Malleus..." You slowly whisper, fingers roaming across the warm skin of my chest, "My love..." You lower your hips again and a smile graces your lips as you drop a chaste kiss on my collarbone,

"You're so beautiful."

My breath hitches, and this time I don't stop my body from freezing at your words. Slowly, you drag your waist up, and my brain can no longer register anything aside from you, the pleasure you give my body, and the warmth you pour into my heart.

And then a smile spreads across my face.

I hold your face in my hands and bring my lips onto yours. My thumb pries at the space between your lips, opening your mouth so that my tongue can meet with yours. I sneak my other arm around your back to bring you closer. Closer, closer still.

I pull my mouth from you and smile gently, "Ma luciole,"

My firefly.

"Hold tight." I say simply as I hook your legs over my arms and hoist your torso tightly in my hold.

I stand up, and you give a little shriek in surprise. I rub my head against your chest, admiring the way your heat embraces me like a comfortable blanket. How, despite the eroticism that addictively courses through my very veins, the gentle heat of your affection overtakes each and every part of my senses and drums so violently against my chest that I'm afraid I'll lose grip of my emotions.

I, this I, the the thorny stem that no one dares to touch, unveiling a lonesome bud that blooms in the dead of night.

In your presence.

Slowly, I bring you down to my waist; my throbbing length so desperately begging to kiss the heat pooling between your legs.

Ma luciole, my firefly,

"I love you."

the very spark of my life.

And then you kiss me. And then I find myself buried within you again, the very apex of me hitting the deepest of you. Our tongues entwine ardently as the warmest parts of our body caress each other in an intimate hold. The way the tip of your tongue heatedly explores whichever inch of my mouth you can reach, and the way your soft walls contract and press in the most perfect way to accommodate every inch of my member...

Ah, truly, you are the most addictive ambrosia so perfectly ripened to melt onto my very taste buds.

Slap, slap, slap. I urge you to wrap your hands around my neck before I grab onto the soft mounds of your thighs. I squeeze hard and bring you up, and then pull you down to meet my thrust. Up and down. Up and down.

"Mal... leus..." You moan into my ear, sending another wave of ecstasy from my brain down to the very tips of my limbs.

I kiss your cheek, "Beloved."

You sob and reached for my shoulder blades as if to save your very life. I feel your nails digging into my skin. I grin; just the very thought of you marking my body as yours sends me into another flurry of passion and boldness.

I turn around and push you down the throne; pressing my palms against the back of your knees to spread you even more. I pull out slowly, deliberately, and watch excitedly as you grit your teeth in euphoria when I plunge back into you as hard as your body can take. I pull out again and push. Again. Once more.

Faster and faster, the wet slapping of our sex echoing throughout the room, reverberating in our ears, mixing with the lewd moans that drip from our mouths as we kiss and separate and lick at any part of each other's bodies that we can possibly reach. You wail and I grunt, and our fingernails cut into our skins whenever the tip of my leaking member intrudes upon your greedy womb. Neither of us minded. Neither of us noticed the pain that electrifies our bodies; drowned by the sheer bliss that flares through every drop of blood beneath our skin.

"Mal--" You stop yourself and bite into the nape of my neck; tasting the salty tincture of my sweat and your tears as you reach your peak.

I can't help but moan and shut my eyes at the sensation of you clenching so hard around me, at the feeling of your tense body wrapping around me so tightly as if you can no longer live without my embrace, "Nn... My beloved..."

You pull away from my neck and promptly touch your lips to my forehead, "I... love you."

And then I come undone.

"Ah..." I sigh, and feel my come flowing out of me and gushing into your core; making its way to your womb.

More, more, more. Flow into you more. Fill you up. Stuff you more than you can take. So much more than you can ever take.

My beautiful fruit, take my seeds and nurture them. Create perfect little sprouts that we shall cultivate together.

My secret little wish that I hope you will grant me one day.

I thrust one more time before slowly pulling out of you. I give you a quick kiss on your nose before carrying you on my waist and maneuvering so that you're instead sitting on my lap.

I watch in contentment as you nuzzle against my arm, "I feel like a stuffed turkey..." You whisper to yourself, though I hear it and laugh.

"Hm, I rather like poultry," I reply, "perhaps I should partake in you?"

You slap my shoulder but I laugh harder and continue my sentence, "Did I not tell you to make love to me until I'm utterly spent? Well, I'm nowhere near spent, darling."

"There's no way I can do that! And stop touching my butt, you-- hey! Stop laughing at everything I say!"

How precious. This I, being so merry that mirth clings to my eyes.

"Malleus Draconia! You are so embarrassing!"

Before you can land another playful hit at my shoulder, however, a familiar jaunty tune rings nearby.

"Hm?" I blink.

"What's that?" You inquire.

That seems to be my modern communications device. I must have misplaced it when I magicked away all belongings on my person some time ago.

Not a problem, however, as a mere flourish of my hand lands it on my palm.

I tap at the screen and nod to myself, "It's Lilia."

You scoot closer and crane your neck to take a peek, "What did he say?"

[My lord, I know you do not care much about your 'modern communications device', as you refer to it, but I had hoped you would at least notice the many missed calls Silver, Sebek, and I have tried to reach you with.

I know you are upset, and perhaps your beloved 'spouse', as you call them in private--]

I quickly scroll up and you look at me quizzically, but I pretend not to notice and continue reading.

[-- is making it up to you with some tender loving care, but I would hope you can also spare a little care for your subjects. There is a storm raging outside, my lord, which I would hope is not your blessing, and I do not know why but you have unfortunately locked all doors and windows to the dormitory.

As a result, everyone is huddled in the hall of mirrors, shivering and expressing agony over the wrath of their lord.

Please let us in at your earliest convenience.]

I finish reading the electronic letter and tap on reply.

"Hey, I'm still at the tender loving care portion. Put it back up--"

"You really need to work on your reading speed, my love." I nonchalantly comment and proceed to type in a reply to Lilia.

[😔]

"Why are you just sending him a sad emoji?" You ask, not knowing what's going on.

"Did you not tell me it's how I can respond without taking ten minutes to type in a message?"

"Yes but his message looked so long and maybe it's serious--hey!"

I easily hoist you up in my arms to silence you. I shift you comfortably before walking away from the throne and towards a set of doors, "Now then, about what we were discussing earlier..."

"Where are we going? My clothes! Don't just leave them there!"

"You don't need them."

"Hey!"

I laugh at the cute blush that spreads across your cheek.

Lovely.

I give you a quick peck on the lips and you stare at me in a mixture of embarrassment and astonishment.

Delightful.

"I love you." I whisper earnestly.

You pause, but then sigh in defeat and place a hand on my cheek. I smile a soft smile at your gesture.

"I love you too, my ridiculous prince."

Absolutely wonderful.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleyuu #malleus x reader #smut #twst fanfic #twst fanart

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It is so ridiculously, adorably, painfully wholesome (in a kinda twisted way?) that high elf loser would have continued to remain a porn rotted loser if Corellon hadn’t decided to give him one (1) friend to act as a sort of anchor to reality. I mean he’s still kind of a loser, but now he’s a loser with a friend that’s also a really hot fwb/fuckbuddy/maybe partner if his delusions ever come to fruition :) I really love the thought of the two of you still partaking in the hobbies you initially bonded over together, you coming over to his place to play the video games you like or watch TV shows you discussed. Like yeah sure sex is nice (especially when you beat his ass in a game and ride him on the couch so hard he cries) but also it’s probably really nice to have someone who sees him and accepts him for who he is and is happy to spend time with him :) It’s mostly a bonus that it comes wrapped in a gorgeous human frame that makes him so hard it hurts.

Like for a moment just imagine the sheer domestic bliss our beloved loser feels when you spontaneously decide to sleep over instead of going back to your place. How excited he gets when he realizes that he gets to keep you for the night and take care of you and make you food and then maybe, probably, plow you with all his characteristic desperation against the kitchen counter. And he finds himself looking forward to when you inevitably fall asleep in his bed because that means he’s gonna get to feel your warm, soft, human body pressed so nicely up against him for the hours you’re spent dreaming. Like mentioned he won’t touch you while you’re asleep (unless… the two of you have a discussion about that…) but just having every curve and line of your body against him has his cock hard enough to hurt while he drools a puddle of pre-cum into his sleep pants. Knowing how he is, he probably even thinks the little twitches/mumbles you make while you’re asleep are painfully endearing.

On that note: Morning sex? Waking up all drowsy and sleep-soft early in the morning and being surprised to see he’s in bed with you (when he sometimes gets bored or antsy and gets up to do other things while you’re unconscious), so you either roll over and climb on top of him for sleepy morning kisses? Or you drag him on top of you for the same? I know he’ll be pathetically ready to go either way

Also his possessiveness has me weak in the knees I cannot lie OTL He sees how heavily you are coveted and maybe it sparks something surprisingly hot and spitting in his chest, a combo of fear and irritation swirling in him as he thinks about the possibility of losing you to someone else. Or, even worse, having someone figure out your identity and try to arrange a hookup. Maybe it drives him to dig his nails into your flesh a little harder the next time you let him stretch you open on his dick, grip your hips and thighs tighter to imprint his hands into your soft skin, nip at your chest and throat a little fiercer. You’ve already utterly ruined him for anyone else, what’s the harm in learning into it a little harder?

I was putting these asks off until the name poll ended so I could officially use his new name. But at this point there are only 2 days left and I think we have a clear winner.

So woo! Meluidil, our beloved loser high elf, now has a name.

Now Meluidil does truly think it is Corellon's pantheon which are responsible for bringing you into his life. Blessing him with a lover who's his only friend after years of solitude.

But did Corellon really do it? Who knows.

Maybe he didn't. After all you are a human, how could the god of elves really command you or influence your life? You are out of his domian. For all Corellon knows, out of the blue this one high elf started praying to him again and giving offerings. Thanking him for a blessing that Corellon doesn't even remember giving or if he did at all.

Or maybe he did influence you, he is a god after all. But don't get him wrong, he never liked doing it or you. Much like a parent finally begrudgingly getting a puppy to their screaming toddler. Corellon dislikes half elves and the hold humanity has on his children. Your kind is a plague on his beloved elves and yet he still obliges from time to time and coax a human or two into a lonely elf's arms if nothing else worked.

Believe him, he tried. Really tried to get Meluidil a soulmate in another elf. Even sent an aquatic elf to him to save him from drowning once, and all that pathetic loser did was talk for hours about human movies where they almost drown and a mermaid saves them. Sighing about how the reason he even was in the ocean was because he was planning to save a cute human, alas he forgot that he himself didn't know how to swim that well. Then bid the aquatic elf goodbye and never came back to the beach again.

Corellon tried everything, but the human fever was strong with this one. So he accepted his loss and pulled some strings of fate until you landed into Meluidil's arms. But don't forget yourself, lowly human, elves still deserve elf partners. You just happened to be an exception this one time.

He never could've predicted the domino effect of your filming yourself with Meluidil and pulling even more elves into this degenerate human kink.

It is a blessing and a curse how much time he gets to spend with you now. On one hand, he's over the moon at the fact he can just turn and look at you whenever, feel your smile against his skin, taste your lips no matter the hour of the day, listen to your voice first thing in the morning.

On the other hand, you can't get anything done without him clinging to your side. All needy and curious about your human hobbies. Asking you the most intrusive of questions or beginning you to brush and play with his hair, maybe massage his ears. Do all the things to him that he was raised to never do as a high elf, touch him in all the places that a human normally wouldn't he able to touch an elf.

He wants your attention and love all the time. His own love for you is even spilling over the edges. Lust, admiration, adoration, fascination. You're like the spring dream that he never wants to wake up from, especially after a harsh winter.

And he is still a high elf in all appearance and mannerism. He still has this aura of importance around him, this ethereal way of speaking, every syllable akin to a melody on his tongue.

Having one of these creatures that were written about in history, that many humans never saw throughout their lifetimes, just sprawled across your lap, wearing your own oversized shirt as he whines about you paying more attention to your phone than him.

It is also sometimes jarring whe this hundreds of years old man, who probably lived through so many historic events and was there even before the moonlanding, just casually references a lame tiktok he saw while the two of you have lunch.

Making bad jokes and laughing at his own bad jokes, being able to inhale a family sized bag of the most spicy chips in the world like it's nothing because elven tastebuds get more endurance with age.

And at times- he is just so....human. the way his hair tangles and he struggles to fix it with a grumpy expression. The way he hits his toe on the table leg and curses the tree it was made out of in elvish.

The way he shows vulnerability and insecurity at times. At maybe not being pretty enough for you, smart enough or impressive enough. At how by elf standards, he is below average, it's just because you are human that you find his life achievements so impressive. That you find his face so enthralling, his voice so enchanting.

He deeply wants to belong, to understand humanity. Humans who are so impossible different from each other yet managed to find home in each other. How even the smallest difference could get you becoming an outcast in elven culture.

Somehow, the more the two of you sleep together, the more addicted he gets. Things that were supposed to cool off or become the norm after a few months, instead keep getting more and more ablaze. Each time he thinks this is as good as it can ever get, you surprise him with something new without even trying to.

Each hour at work feels unbearable, especially when he knows that you'll be waiting for him back at his apartment since his schedule ends after yours. He can't stop thinking about you there on his bed.

He can't get hard at work, but fuck he can't stop thinking about you touching yourself. Grinding into one of his pillows and moaning out his name, in that adorable human way where you keep mispronouncing it. He never thought his own name could sound so hot until you cried it out in bed.

And then, his phone innocently pings. A text notification from you.

His heart is racing, he's looking around his office even tho he is sure he is the only one there. Fingers shaking as he unlocks the phone, lips parting in a breathless gasp as he views the pictures you've sent him.

You're going to be the death of him.

The possessiveness is new.

It's not a feeling he's used to, he thought that he loved all humans equally. Found the majority of them hot and irresistible.

But he has never been close to one like he has been close to you, never even befriended one before.

You were his first human. He had sex with elves before, back when he was in denial of his human preference. It was alright, but he never truly was into it. Still, it was nice.

But after you? After your body and the tightness of your hole making him lose his breath? After a taste of the forbidden apple, there is no way for him to forget it now.

You've completely ruined whatever hope there was for him to have a normal elven relationship. Completely ereased any future possibilities of him sharing his bed with a non-human. He can't get enough of your plump body, your human scent.

It's like he is in a constant spell around you that keeps him seeking more, keeps hims asking for another round even when tears run down his cheeks from overstimulation, keeps him exhausting the both of you without any shame.

That's why the possessiveness is sprouting inside his core. He can't possibly find another human if you become interested in someone else. Even then, he doesn't want another human, he wants you.

He wants his friend that was there to console him whenever he was having a bad day, he wants the same person who played games with him and shared details about their day. Humans are truly wild and unpredictable, there's only one of you in this whole world and he can't imagine losing the one person he finally felt understood with.

#♡human kink #♡human reader #♡Meluidil #♡smut #♡fluff #♡modern au human kink #♡modern loser high elf #♡🩵anon

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