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dilfl0v3rss · 9 months

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choso x reader who skipped school (college) and hung out with her friends and was lying saying she was going to school everyday until her grades came in the mail and she got dealt with

YESSSSS BAEEEEE

you knew your boyfriend didn’t play that lazy shit. you were to be up every morning, dressed, ready and on time for your classes. it was a tight schedule and you felt like you were having no time to relax, so you just stopped. now of course choso wasn’t just going to let you stop going to class so you continued to make it seem like you were going just to keep him off your back. you’d wake up, get dressed at the same time you used too, and be out that door by 10:30 just like usual. the only difference is instead of you making your way to campus you would make your way to the mall or starbucks, or a fancy restaurant with your friends.

you didn’t mean for it to drag out for so long, but you were just so tired and drained when it came to all the lectures and papers so each time you thought about it the farther away you turned from it.

“gimme a kiss fore you go baby” choso mumbled, his chest bare to you as he sat up on the bed. his job blessed him with a day off today and as much as you wanted to just stay with him, you knew it’ll blow your cover. “f’course papa” your lips caressed each others briefly before you were walking out the door. you quickly skipped towards your car, giggling as you pulled out your phone to see where you and your girls were hanging out today. choso was going to go back to bed, but decided to stay awake and do some work around the house since he hasn’t been home like this in awhile.

a couple hours have went by and he noticed that you haven’t called him between classes like you usually did when he was off during the week. a flush of embarrassment running through him as he thought of his clinginess. “miss my girl” he mumbled as he pulled out his phone to send you a quick text. halfway through his message he heard the doorbell ring, his head instantly turning towards the front door as he rose from the couch in the living room. choso quietly looked through the front blinds, waiting for the mailman to be completely gone so he can come out and get the mail without having to throw on a t shirt.

as he sat back down on the couch, papers in hand, he read through each piece of mail he got. “bank, insurance, insurance again, victoria’s secret…..academic office? wha-” choso cut himself off as he slowly opened up the envelope, the sight of your grades along with the notice about your attendance made him almost rip the paper in half. you haven’t been to your classes in two weeks and your grades were a damn mess. “the hell?” he mumbled, thoughts of you leaving everyday clouding his mind as choso tried to think of what the fuck you possibly could’ve been doing these past two weeks.

he knew you weren’t cheating on him, the thought not even crossing his mind as he clicked on your location. he tried to refrain from doing this, not wanting to seem like a control freak, but since you wanted to act up he was going to have to be a little stern with you. as he looked at where you were choso could help but chuckle. “the damn mall, f’course” he mumbled as he looked at your little bubble moving towards what looked like the parking lot. he knew you weren’t going to come home right now because he was home, but since it just so happened to be the time you’d take to have lunch between classes he decided to give you a call.

as you looked at the picture of your boyfriend on your phone, a small smile graced your features. you had no idea what he knew. “hi babyyyy” you yelled, making choso smile on the other line. “hi mama, miss you” you giggled, throwing your bags in the car before sitting in your seat. “maybe i could come see you. just got outta class” you lied through your teeth. choso’s anger only grew as he listened to you lie to him like it was nothing, his jaw tightening as he kept a straight face while he talked. “i’d like that, been thinkin bout you all day” his deep voice made you smile, a tingle running up your spine as you quickly started your car. you told choso you’ll be home soon before the two of you hung up and you started your journey.

as you were on the way choso made sure to put all the mail away, only leaving the slip he got from your school in his hand as he waited for you on the couch. you rushed to the house, happy as you made every light and there was zero traffic since you didn’t even have to take the highway like you did when coming home from class, the mall was literally right there. as you walked towards the front door, you didn’t even have to knock since choso opened it for you. “hi papa!” you squealed before giving him a bunch off kisses on his cheeks. he wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a tight hug. he inhaled your scent already knowing you were spraying yourself with different perfumes in the mall because of the mix of aromas coming from your shirt. “got here quick baby, usually would still be on the road right now”

your heart dropped at his words, a quick lie flying from your lips to get him off your tracks. “i just missed you so much i might’ve drove a little fast, don’t be mad at me” you looked up at him, chin on his hard chest as you gave him a pout. choso smiled down at you, his anger already shooting through his arms as he began to squeeze you a little tighter. “never” he said before letting you go. he watched you prance over to your room, not a care in the world running through your mind as you lied to your boyfriend for the second time today. “how was class? learn anything new” he mumbled, his body leaning in the doorway as he watched you plop yourself onto the bed. “boring as always learning the same old thing” you were on a role with these lies today.

choso finally couldn’t take it anymore, slowly walking up to you before leaning both of his hands next to your thighs. just from the look he gave you, you knew you were in trouble. “so when are you gonna stop lying?” his deep voice sent chills down your spine as you looked into his tired eyes. you were too scared to lie, opting for some waterworks instead which made him scoff. “i-it was getting t-to hardddd. i couldn’t keep uppp” you whined, earning yourself a quick hand around your throat as choso stood up to his full height. he slowly dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out the paper, showing you your horrendous grades as well as the attendance notice at the bottom. “so instead of asking me for help, you skip class for two weeks?” you looked up at his angry face with watery eyes, your throat already getting dry as you tried not to cry anymore.

you knew you were wrong and choso knew you were actually never planning to stop, so he was happy he caught you when he did. “turn the fuck over” he grumbled, his hand lightly pushing you back by your neck as he released you from his hold. you whined, slowly turning over in the bed and raising your ass high in the air the way he liked. choso ignored the praise he’d usually give you, getting straight to the point as he began to rub the flesh of your asscheeks through your tights. “you lied t’me three times. lied about being in class, about driving home from class, and about how this imaginary class was boring” you listened intently to what he was saying, taking notice of the way he was slowly pulling at the top of your tights.

“i’m feeling nice today so i’m not gonna count the amount of times you’ve been lying t’me for the last two weeks, but you still getting a punishment for it eventually, understand?” you internally whined, your face going into a frown as you looked straight ahead. “y-yes” choso gave you a quiet “good” before gripping the back of your tights with both hands and ripping the fabric down the middle. you gasped at his strength, letting a whine slip as you realized he just ripped up for favorite pair. his big hand landed a hard smack on your ass, making your body jolt forwards before he used his other hand to quickly grab your waist. “ima spank you three times ‘kay?”

you nodded your head while giving him a quiet “okay” before choso continued on. “that first one was for your whining so it doesn’t count. you don’t get to be upset when you get caught being bad y’hear me?” you slowly nod your head, your cheek squished in the sheets as you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the consequences of your actions. choso kept his eyes on your ass, knowing the sight of your teary face would weaken him. he slowly raised his hand, letting each day you woke up and lied to him play through his mind before landing a rough slap on your ass.

you immediately moaned from the contact, your pussy soaking your panties as you tried your best to hold still for him. “what was that for mama?” he asked, his rough palm rubbing around the area as he awaited your response. you had to take a deep breath before you spoke. “f-for lying about being in c-class” a smirk adorned his features at your obedience. choso didn’t expect you to be able to speak, but the need for forgiveness always seemed to get you to do unspeakable things. “good girl” he mumbled, his deep voice sending more wetness through your underwear as you felt his hand leave your ass again.

the second slap was a bit harder, making your entire body jerk forward as you quickly tucked your lip behind your teeth to keep you from screaming. “unt uhh baby i gotta hear you. how you gon talk t’me while biting your lip like that huh?” you slowly complied, freeing the glossy skin from the confines of your mouth as you felt his hand begin to rub up and down your back. choso slowly released himself from his sweatpants, rubbing his thick dick along the fabric of your wet panties as he spoke. “tell me what that one was for baby” he groaned, the feeling of your arousal sending shivers down his spine. “was f’lying ab….about driving home f-from class….please daddy m’so sorryyy” your moans were music to his ears. choso slowly moved your panties to the side, a low “mhmm” leaving his throat at he looked at your glistening folds connecting to your panties with strings of your arousal. “what’s this last one for mama?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off by the feeling of his rough palm colliding with your ass. the sound so loud it bounced of the walls as he sunk his dick deep inside your entrance. a loud moan escaping your mouth as you felt inch by thick inch of him being sheathed inside of you. “ooohhh fuckk i can’t” a rough slap was brought to your ass again at your words. anger ran through choso’s veins as he listened to you lie to him again. “stop it baby, yes you can” he started at a slow pace, letting you feel each and every part of him as he kept a tight grip on your hips. his dick dragging in and out of you, touching everywhere all at once as he let you moan and whine into the air. “why you makin me do this t’you, huh? why couldn’t you just ask me for help?” his deep voice caressed your ears as you felt his pace begin to quicken. you wanted your words to come out, but the faster he fucked you the harder it got for you to think. coherent words being replaced with mumbles and whines. choso chuckled at the state of you, his dick twitching he put his hands flat on your back to deepen your arch.

“papa pleaseeee” you whined, your walls tightened around him as you felt his dick begin to push into your stomach. you went to reach for his abs, lightly trying push some of his inches out, but you were met with a big hand around your wrist. whines flew from your lips, your tears continuously soaking the sheets as you tried to plead with the man behind you. “p-please i can’t ch….cho-” “s’not my name mama. if you finish that sentence ima make you go to your next class after this. with my cum leaking down your thighs” he roughly threw your hand back in front of you, continuing his brutal thrusts as he watched your pussy take each and every inch of him. “why couldn’t you jus ask for help? you know i’d never tell you no to somethin like that”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mind all over the place as you confessed the reason for your actions to your boyfriend. “d-didn’t wanna bother you. y’work too much….work too hard and never rest….just wanted you t’rest papa” choso’s eyes softened at your words, his thrusts slowing at he pulled you up to him by your neck. his broad chest pressed against your back as he spoke deeply in your ear. “that’s not the way t’look out f’me mama. cause now i gotta do even more work to catch you back up” a low cry left your lips as you realized how right he was. cries if “m’sorry” and “please don’t be mad at me” flew from your lips like a prayer as you felt choso regain his quick and deep pace.

“s’okay tho baby, papa’s gonna be off work for a couple weeks since the building is under construction. ima get you right on track” at that you felt his thick fingers rub quickly on your clit. his thrusts deepening as he continuously hit your g spot. your body melted into his arms as you felt your release begin to approach you. “d-da m’gonna cum…can i?” everything in choso’s brain was screaming at him to tell you no, but the sorry, far away look in your big, brown, glossy eyes weakened him to the point where he felt his release approaching him as well. a low groan escaped from his lips as he quickly nodded his head. “yea mama give it t’me. don’t worry about a thing jus let papa handle it okay?”

without a reply the both of you chased after your orgasms. your hips moving back onto choso’s dick, clenching around him tightly as he continued to rub quick circles around your clit. “c-cum in me p-please” you whimpered, tears running down your face as you and choso connected your lips together. he sloppily kissed you, moaning a “mhmmm” as he let both of your salivas mix together. before long neither of you could focus on the kiss as your releases crashed through you. your lips parting into each other as you felt your juices squirt all over the bed as well as choso’s cum shooting deep into you. “fuckk baby” he moaned, his head falling back as he clenched his eyes shut. “m’sorry pa” you breathed, your hand slowly moving back to caress the back of his sweaty neck.

“i know mama, jus don’t do it again”

bonus!!

you practically sprinted into the house, your slides flying off your feet as you went straight to your room to your boyfriend. choso was just getting out of the shower, towel wrapped tightly around his wet, muscular body as he used another towel to dry his hair. “baby baby baby baby babyyyyy” a smirk grew on his face at your excitement, his tongue swiping over his pink lips as he gave you a deep “hmm” you skipped towards him, your hands behind your back as you looked up at your beautiful boyfriend.

“lemme see mama” he said, a chuckle erupting from his chest as he watched how quickly you pulled your phone from behind your back. choso inspected your screen, scrolling through the different grades you’ve been getting in each of your classes. “an A in anatomy, A in psych, A in sociology, ooouuu a C in stats? wassup wit that i thought we was doing well?” choso gave you a confused look, waiting for you to let him know what was going on. you sighed, eyes reverting to the ground. choso opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the sight of your latest exam from your stats class. the big 95% being exposed to him in red ink.

a smile grew on your face as you spoke. “he said he was a little behind on grades so once this is in i should have a B!” a smile spread to choso’s face now, his big hands grabbing at your waist before giving you a light kiss on the lips. “m’proud of you, good job” a hint of mischief twinkled in your eyes as you gave your boyfriend and expecting look. “sooooo….can we?” a chuckle flew from his chest as he gave you a sexy smirk, his pearly white teeth peaking from his lips as he looked you up and down. “on your back mama, spread your legs real wide f’me” his deep voice rang in your ears, making you move almost instantly towards the bed.

you quickly removed your pants and panties before laying on your back in just your pretty pink crop top. choso made his way to his dresser, pulling out the black vibrator he promised to use on you if you got all your grades up. he slowly walked towards you on the edge of the bed, his towel wrapped securely around his waist as he leaned his body over yours, his hands right next to both sides of your head as he leaned down to plant wet kisses on your neck. “been working hard, huh mama? been doin all your work like daddy said?”

you quickly nod your head yes, your eyes already rolling just from the sound of his deep voice. “yes sir” choso slowly kissed down your body, moving to his knees until he was face to face with your glistening pussy. “what’s this for baby?” he asked, the sound of the vibrator powering on making your walls clench in anticipation. “f-for being a good girl” choso lowered his mouth to your clit, letting his wide tongue run up and down your folds before moving two of his fingers towards your entrance. he lowered the vibrator down until it was only mere centimeters away from your clit.

“that’s right ma. s’for being a good girl”

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reverie-starlight · 2 months

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...some atsumu fluff to warm up for the birth month of me AND this blog bc he is my husband. extremely self-ship coded bc I set a million alarms and snooze them all and it would piss him off, which I love doing <3

gn!reader, no physical descriptions, university student reader. fluffy fluff. very short.

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atsumu groans when he hears your alarm go off for the fifth time that morning. it's loud enough that the sound travels from behind the closed door of your bedroom all the way to where he's leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking his morning protein shake. he hears the exact moment you cut off its wailing two seconds later.

"looks like it's gonna be one of those mornings," he mumbles to himself, taking another sip. he tries to savour his last moments of early morning peace before chaos breaks out.

getting you up in the mornings could be... challenging... to put it kindly. there are just some days you don't want to get up for class or make the trek to campus. he regularly hears you whining about how you screwed yourself over with choosing too many early classes. if he's being honest, it makes him even more satisfied with his decision to not attend university. he's spent many mornings trying to coax you out from under the covers to no avail.

but thankfully miya atsumu loves a challenge.

his success rate has been 100% lately, much to your dismay and begrudging appreciation, because you both know you care too much to actually miss a lecture, no matter how much you value your sleep. so after downing the rest of his smoothie, he puts his glass in the sink and pushes himself off the counter, heading to the bedroom.

he enters the room with no intentions of being quiet and jumps right onto his side of the bed. he bites back a grin when you startle and mutter some colourful words under your breath.

"babyyyy~" his voice is full of excitement and he just knows it's making you regret shutting off your alarms.

"atsumu, please, five more min-" you begin whining, but he cuts you off.

"nope! ya gotta start your day, or you're gonna be late." he places a hand on your shoulder and shakes you a bit.

you groan. "'tsum, please. I'm so tired..."

he tuts a little. "no can do, I'm afraid. you're the one who told me you've got an exam comin' up next week."

you don't respond and he grins, knowing he's getting closer. he moves his hand from your shoulder to the comforter covering your body and rips it off.

"ATSUMU!" you shriek, trying to steal back its warmth and go back to sleep.

the blonde just laughs and presses a kiss to your forehead when you lunge for the covers. he relents and lets you believe he’s showing mercy, watching as you bury yourself back into a burrito.

“five more minutes, but if you’re not up by then I’ll really make ya regret not listenin’.”

you scoff and wave him off, incorrectly assuming he’s gone soft on you.

four and a half minutes later, he’s sneaking back into the bedroom and waiting until his timer hit exactly five minutes to pounce on you.

you yelp a little, but it quickly dissolves into peels of laughter as his hands attack every side of the blanket prison you had unknowingly trapped yourself in.

“atsumu, nO!” you attempt, but you can’t reach him from inside the blanket and he knows.

"ya brought this on yourself, sweetheart. could've had me waking ya up with kisses and some sweet talk, but ya just have to make things difficult for me, hm?"

“nooo I’m sorryyyy-“ you plead for forgiveness, beg him, anything to get him to stop tickling you.

he finally relents a bit when he realizes that you might not be able to breathe under there and watches as you peek your face out a bit, weary eyes glued to his form.

“are ya gonna get up now?”

he snickers when you nod fervently and pats your leg over the comforter. “alright, hurry up, then. I made ya coffee. I’ll walk with ya to the train.”

“won’t you be late, then?” you ask on your way to the washroom.

he shrugs. “worth it.”

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again, super short, but very sweet I hope. birth month calls for lots of content for my favs, so get ready <3

#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff

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burntb4bydoll · 10 months

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hcs for tokio hotel when they’re jealous? i know george would be clenching his jaw SO hard and gus would have such a hard ass side eye

UGH I LOVE JEALOUS BOYS. SO HOT.

Tokio Hotel when they are jealous headcanons

Bill Kaulitz

•SO MANY DIRTY LOOKS OMFG

•hes literally looks like this 🤨

•obviously not at you, but at whoever hes jealous of.

•he sees someone else ‘stealing’ (in his words) your attention away for him and he immediately comes up behind you and hugs you from the back

•pda is not usually his thing, so yk somethings up. You can practically feel his jealously radiating off of him

•if you continue the conversation with the other person, he’ll get impatient and start to leave wet kisses down your neck. And hes making eye contact with the person while doing it

•loves getting you worked up by whispering in your ear

• “babyyyy~ lets go home so I can play with you, hm?”

• “ive been thinking about getting you alone all night…why dont we ditch this asshole and go back to my house?”

Tom Kaulitz

•if anyone’s getting jealous its definitely him

•You’re his. He doesn’t want anyone else to have you.

•definitely takes a more passive aggressive approach

•he wraps his arm around your waist and grabs you by your chin to kiss you right in front of the other person

•then he’ll just casually look at them after and go “oh hey. I didnt notice you here, my bad.” AND HES SMIRKING WHILE SAYING IT. HES SUCH A LITTLE SHIT

•he’ll ask them such ridiculous questions

• “arent they so pretty? Im lucky, I get to date this angel.”

• “wouldn’t you like to take them out on a date? They’re a real sweetheart, very nice to go out with.”

•LIKE SIR?? WE GET IT. THEY CANT HAVE YOUR S/O. CALM DOWN.

•will randomly stop talking to make out with you?? The other person ends up walking away because they were just sitting there watching Tom shove his tongue down your throat💀

Georg Listing

•silent type of jealous

•he’ll just watch the situation unfold. UNLESS they start getting a little too bold, then he’ll step in

•his jaw is basically locked shut. Hes sucking his cheeks in with frustration every time he sees you smile or laugh at whatever the person said

•eventually he gets sick of watching and hell walk over to where you guys were standing. He wraps his arm around your neck lightly and pulls you to rest your head under his chin

•then he turns the attention away from you and starts a conversation with the person instead

• “hey, who are you again? I don’t think I recognize you. Oh me? Yeah, Im their boyfriend.”

•he wont let anyone flirt with his s/o, especially when its right in front of him🙄

Gustav Schäfer

•LORD HES SO PETTY ABOUT IT

•literally giving them the biggest stink eye anyones ever seen

•if looks could kill, they would be long gone

•he stands next to you with his arms crossed, occasionally scoffing at whatever the person’s talking about

•he’ll chime in every one in a while to correct them on something just to make them look stupid. Again, hes petty😭

•LOL HE WOULD FAKE LAUGH AT WHATEVER JOKE THEY MAKE BUT ITS ONE OF THOSE OBNOXIOUSLY FAKE LAUGHS

•after a while the person is still not getting the hint that you’re taken, so he’ll put his hand on your ass and lead you away from them before you could finish talking

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yoyokslut · 6 months

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Charles Leclerc is the type of boyfriend that:

Would kiss the back of your hand at any chance he gets

It's something he does out of habit

He's driving? He takes your hand and kisses it

You're having a walk? Kiss

You're cuddling? Kiss

You're having lunch? Kiss

He'd definitely buy something that reminds him of you

And sometimes it would be random things

"A dish? I remind you of a dish?" you asked frowning "Yeah well, let me explain chérie," "Please" "You can put food on dishes and food makes me very happy, just like you" "Thank you?" you'd say confused "But I love you more than anything, baby." he says kissing your temple

Every time you two in a party/reunion or crowded place, he would often look for you with his gaze just to make sure you're okay

He's the kind of boyfriend that asks for your permission before kissing you, it doesn't matter if you've been together for a couple of months or years, he's gonna ask you anyway

"Baby, may I kiss you?" he licks his lips while looking at yours "Of course, Char, you don't need to ask," "Yes I do, because consent is sexy," he'd say while pulling you closely and sealing your lips with his

Charlie bear is the one who's always saying how pretty you are and always showering you with compliments because he loves the way you blush

"You are so gorgeous chérie," he says while pulling a string of your hair behind your ear and you feel your face burning in embarrassment because you don't know how to take compliments "Stop it!" he just chuckles and kisses your hand again

He'd be so grateful to have you in his life because you are that little ray of sunshine that gets him wanting to be better every day and he would makd sure he reminds you of it every day

"Do you know you motive me to be a better person, baby?"

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me,"

"It's an honor that you chose me to share your life with,"

"I love you so much my heart might explode,"

He gives you princess treatment because you deserve the world and if he could give it to you, trust me, he would

HE WOULD OPEN THE DOOR FOR YOU

And would get mad if you open it by yourself

"No, baby, that's why I am here for. To serve you, my queen," you would just giggle and shake your head

He loves to watch you dancing and singing to your favourites songs because he loves seeing you so happy

😍 = charles watching you dancing and singing and in general just looking at you

You: *exist* charles: 😘🥰😍

He likes to kiss all over your face because he loves your little giggles

He gets so whiny when he's needy

"Babyyyy hurry!! I need cuddles now!" he makes grabby hands "I was gone for just a sec, besides, you have had cuddles all the afternoon," "So?" he says while hugging your waist "They don't harm,"

He's just so in love with you he can't believe you are real

#charles leclerc #I may or may not have a thing for the word chérie #charles x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles x yn #charles leclerc headcanon #headcanon #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x y/n #f1 driver x reader #f1 driver x you #f1 driver x y/n #f1 driver headcanon

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feyhunter78 · 10 months

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PLEASE TELL ME PT 11 IS OUT SOON PLSS OH KY GODD.

It's out rn babyyyy

Pink Pastels Pt 11

Description: You spend some time debriefing, teaching, and putting up with parents. Pt 12:

“You did what?” Janey yelps, slapping a hand over her mouth as you recount the events of Saturday night.

“I may or may not have been eaten out by Spiderman…and called him by Mr. O’Hara’s name.” You whine, hiding your face in your hands.

“I’ve been there.” Melissa comments, “not with Spiderman though, with my ex-husband.”

Janey’s eyes were wide, and she shook her head in disbelief. “Girl, what? How? What about your boyfriend?”

You close your eyes, groaning as you remember the guilt you felt when you returned to your apartment on shaky legs, passing a still unconscious Todd before you locked yourself in your bedroom and tried to forget what happened on the roof.

“He doesn’t know, obviously, Spiderman is like his favorite hero, it’ll crush him.” You say, dragging your hands down your face.

“I feel like the cheating part will crush him more, but ya know, that’s just me.” Melissa pats your shoulder as she exits the teacher’s lounge. “Keep your chin up kid, he’s not worth the stress anyways.”

You sink down into the couch. “Ugh Janey what do I do? And oh my gosh, how am I even supposed to look Mr. O’Hara in the eye?”

You feel the couch cushions dip, and Janey wraps her arms around you. “It’ll be okay, you just need to figure out your next steps. Let’s just get through today, then worry about what you’re going to tell Todd.”

You nod and return her hug. “Okay, yeah, you’re right, I’ll just focus on teaching, and then I’ll figure the rest out.”

You walk to your classroom, smoothing down your skirt, breathing deeply through your nose as you try to calm yourself.

Todd was gone by the time you woke up on Sunday, and you had taken a relaxing bath, running your fingertips lightly over the strange marks on your thighs. You hadn’t felt any pain that night. Honestly you felt nothing but blinding pleasure, your breathing growing heavier just with the thought of the way his tongue and fingers curled inside you, the way his husky voice deepened as he lapsed into Spanish. You hadn’t felt that good since your first wet dream of Miguel—

“And Spiderman has talons, and fangs! I saw them on the news!” You catch a brief snippet of conversation as you pass an open classroom, and your mind reels, your steps stuttering keeping you by the door.

That’s what those marks are.

“I heard his fangs have venom in them that paralyze anyone he bites.” One of the boys says, excitement clear in his tone. Spiderman is a hero, the city’s hero. He defeated every villain the rose to power until there were none left. Now he spends his time protecting the average civilian, like you…

Paralyze? The thought lingers for a moment, your mind whirling, flashes of images, Spiderman biting into your thigh, your body locking, free for him to play with as he desires. Good girls take cock. Would he fuck you like that? Arrange your limbs as he wished, toy with your body, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you, while you lay pliant beneath him.

It would be so nice to not have to worry about it. To surrender to his hands, to let him fuck away every thought in your mind, leaning over you, his breath on your skin, his deep voice whispering, such a good girl, you take my cock so well, querida.

“Ms. Y/N, I lost my tooth.” Dahlia’s mouth is bleeding, and she’s holding her tooth in her hand proudly.

“Oh, oh my goodness, that’s so exciting, let’s go to the nurse and get it all cleaned up.” You smile at Dahlia, banishing all thoughts of Spiderman from your mind.

Now was not the time to be horny, you had a job to do.

Once you got Dahlia’s tooth situation sorted out, you took her back to the classroom and began to write the date on the board, and the day’s schedule.

It’s not unusual for Dahlia to be here a bit early. You know both her parents work, and you told them it would be fine for them to drop her off early and wait for school to start in your classroom.

Sure, it might mean you can spend less time in the teacher’s lounge before class starts, but you know how tough it is for working parents, and Dahlia is a good kid. She always comes in with some wild story to tell you, or she tries to get a head start on her next assigned reading.

“Ms. Y/N, can I ask you something?” Dahlia’s voice is quiet, not something you’re used to. She’s a confident girl with a quick wit, and no problem making sure she’s heard.

You set down your expo marker and kneel beside her desk. “Of course, sweetheart, you can ask me anything.”

She rubs at her eyes, already beginning to sniffle, and your heart breaks. “I just don’t understand this.” She pulls out yesterday’s math homework, and places it on her desk.

It’s crinkled, filled with scratch and eraser marks, and your heart breaks further when you see the little sad faces she’s drawn instead of answers.

“Oh, honey, that’s okay, math is hard.” You rub her back comfortingly and smooth the paper out. “Why don’t you tell me where you’re having trouble, and we’ll go over it together?”

Dahlia sniffles but nods and begins to point out where she’s getting stuck.

You go through it with her, explaining step by step, breaking it down, so she understands the process.

Soon she gets it, though she still stumbles, sevens are especially hard for her, and you can feel her getting frustrated again. After her third wrong answer, she throws her pencil down and buries her face in her in arms, the butterfly clips in her braids clacking against the desk. “I can’t do it, I’m stupid.”

“No, no, no, you’re not stupid, Dahlia, you are so, so, smart, you’re just having a hard time. It’s okay, Ms. Y/N, is bad at math too.”

She peeks up at you. “Really?”

You smile and fold your arms on her desk before resting your chin on them, so your eyes are level with hers. “Yeah, I had trouble with math the entire time I was in school. I still have trouble with it, but that’s okay because I know I’m smart in other ways, like reading, and history.”

“I like reading.” She mumbles, her small hand catching onto the sleeve of your blouse, seeking wordless comfort.

“And you’re very good at it, I always tell your mom and dad about how well you read, and how you help your classmates when they’re struggling.”

“I like helping.”

“And I think that’s one of the many things that makes you special, so don’t be mean to yourself just because math is a little tough. You’re a very smart girl, you just have to take a bit more time with math, and that’s okay.”

She wipes her nose on her sleeve and nods. “Okay, Ms. Y/N, thank you.”

You squeeze her forearm then stand. “Of course, sweetheart, I’m always here for you.”

It’s six ten, Tommy’s mom is late. You tap your foot against the linoleum, watching the door as you wait for her, stomach churning with nerves.

Todd was blowing up your phone, and you couldn't even stand to look at it, too nervous to even read, so you slide your phone into your desk drawer.

“Ms. Y/N?” A woman’s voice caught your attention, and suddenly who you assumed was Mrs. Tompson was seated before you.

“Mrs. Tompson, yes, hi, thank you so much for coming in.” You stick out your hand for her to shake, but she just looks at it then crosses her arms, leaning back in the chair.

“You said Tommy has been having some issues with the other kids?” She says, her eyes flitting across the board, uninterested.

“Well, actually…he’s been the issue. He’s disruptive, and I know he’s not trying to be bad, or disrespectful, but his actions are aggravating his fellow classmates and I don’t want him to end up driving away his friends.”

She looked at you, her lips pressed into a tight line. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

You blink. “I’m sorry?”

“You’re his teacher, can’t you just force the kids to get along?”

You take a deep breath. “Ma’am I can’t force the kids to get along, they have their own minds and opinions, all I can do is help ease the tension, but everything I’ve tried isn’t working. That’s why I wanted to talk to yo—”

“So, you’re saying this is my fault?” She snaps, sitting up in the chair.

“No, no, I wanted to talk to you so that we could work together and find a solution for Tommy, I really do think that maybe he could benefit from some testing, he’s showing a lot of signs of ADHD, which isn’t a bad thing—”

“My son is not a freak; he doesn’t need testing.” She narrowed her eyes at you, anger seeping into her voice.

“No, he’s not a freak, he’s a good kid, I just think he might need a little extra help, and—” You pull out the pamphlets and hand them to her—“if we work together, I really think he could thrive in class.”

She takes the pamphlets, flipping through them, then she threw them back onto your desk. “Obviously you can’t handle your students, and you just want them drugged up, so you don’t have to do any actual work.”

“Mrs. Tompson, I assure you that is not the case.” You hold up your hands, pacifying.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, you had done your research, started off calmly, and reiterated that Tommy was a good kid. You just wanted to get him some extra support.

She stands, rolling her eyes, her voice cold. “I’ll be going to the principal about removing Tommy from your class, he doesn’t need to be dragged down by a subpar teacher who obviously doesn’t care about her students.”

“Mrs. Tompson—” You call out to her, but she’s gone, the sound of her heels getting farther and farther away.

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sapphicmsmarvel · 2 months

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acotar x reader: one day at a time

Tw for death:

Reader loses somebody and their friends are there to pick up the pieces. A lil sprinkle sprinkle of az x reader bc that's MY BABYYYY

Lotsssssss of acts of service within the group.

Also bc im a petty asshole i included a snippet of one of my racist aunts who said some wild shit to me at MY SISTERS FUNERAL and just basically dissing her. (literally why would you stare at my poc best friend who's just trying to support me. This bitch stared at MY GIRL?? MY BESTIE???? NUH UH NOT ON MY WATCH BITCH).

Said best friend was just like “she’s never seen a brown person before marie it's fine.”

NO ITS NOT. IDC IF THIS IS MY SISTERS FUNERAL WE’LL MAKE IT A DOUBLE FUNERAL.

I'm petty.

soooo this is born out of grief for my sister. My sister passed away on 03/11/21 and this is very much catered to my grief and these are my comfort characters so naturally i'm gonna write about them when it comes to helping their loved one grieve.

and yeah this is gonna be based around the reader's sister dying. what can i say. I'm on brand.

also reader is feyres childhood friend that got turned into a fae with nesta and elain. i feel like that’s just the staple with my fics.

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When you got notified of your sister's death, it was actually a pretty good day up until that point. Sunny day with clouds, a wonderful brunch date with Mor, adorable children at the studio with Feyre. Afterwards, the two of you began walking back to Feyre’s, content on playing with Nyx for the evening before retiring to your own home. When you walked up, Feyre looked at you and told you about how the Inner Circle were having a meeting inside the office. So you two quickly joined them.

When you walked in, Rhysand held out a letter, “this was a letter delivered to you.”

You made a face and grabbed it, “okay, so why are you all staring at me like that?”

“This person walked into the Spring Court and dropped it on Tamlins doorstep.” Cassian said. “They dropped it in the middle of night, just when he wasn’t prowling like a creep.”

“What the fuck?” You asked as you analyzed it.

No name but yours and a pisspoor address.

Lady Y/N L/N

Night Court

“We didn’t know if it was a…” Azriel trailed off, realizing how silly what he was about to say was. “Hence, why all of us are here.”

“We’re also just nosey.” Mor shrugged, her nose wrinkling.

You snorted, and tore into it, “you could’ve opened it.”

“It’s your mail. We may be protective bastards but you still have a right to privacy.” Rhysand drawled.

Feyre stood next to you as you pulled out the paper, your eyes tracing over it.

“It’s from my dad.” You said recognizing his handwriting.

Then, it all went to shit.

Your big sister was dead, the woman you fought with a lot of the time but yet would take a beating for. Your big sister who helped guide you through life, who would always be there even if she was pissed off at you for some inane reason.

Gone.

You just froze, not knowing what to do. You’re pretty sure Az asked you a question, then Cass, then Rhys. Then you felt Feyre’s hand on your shoulder.

I need to leave.

I need to go before I hurt someone.

You just wordlessly handed the letter to her and winnowed away.

You didn’t go to your apartment, you didn’t go to the townehouse, you didn’t go anywhere they would find you.

You went to the middle of the forest. You just picked a random point to lose it.

And you did.

You didn’t remember much of causing the damage. Only that you managed to stop when Azriel’s arms wrapped around you. You just kept screaming. “I know, I know. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.” He said, his lips against your hair.

His shadows wrapped around your hands, cool wind kissing away the raging inferno of your cuts. You collapsed, taking Azriel to the ground.

He just held you as you sobbed. You felt his own tears hit your neck. He usually did a better job masking his emotions, but it was you crying, you who he had a deeper bond with. So he let his emotions run free.

“Y/N!” Feyre called into your mind. Your shields were down and you didn’t even notice.

“Az has me, i’m sorry I-”

“Don’t apologize. I would’ve done worse if I found out…” Her voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry I ran off.”

“Do not apologize.” She said sternly, “After you and Az are done come back to the River House. You can sleep at our house tonight. Guest bed is currently being made up.”

She left your mind before you could respond. You breathed in the smell of Az.

Azriel brought you back to Feyre and Rhysand’s home. Rhys had trouble with touch, but never with you. He brought you into his arms instantly. You tried not to let the tears surface again, but it was quite hard when a brotherly kiss was pressed against your head.

“We got you, Y/N.” He whispered against the crown of your head.

Nuala and Cerridwen made you your favorite food. Which prompted you to start crying again. The twins looked so panicked that it almost made you laugh. Elain made your favorite cookies, which again kept the tears going.

“I don’t know why I’m crying over this.” You said helplessly, you managed to laugh during that.

Feyre and Elain hugged you from both sides.

You retired to the guest bedroom, you found a pile of fluffy blankets and your favorite candy. As well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers with Mor’s handwriting scrawled on the note. Amren left you a bottle of your favorite wine too.

Eventually, after some more tears, there was a knock at your door. You called out for them to come in but saw Nyx.

The little guy was walking even more, speaking full sentences. It’s insane to you that he grew so fast but it has been 5 years since he was born.

“Go on like we practiced.” You heard Feyre encourage from behind the door frame.

“Hi, Auntie.” The little guy mumbled. Holding a glass of water. “I have something for you.”

“Yeah buddy?” You smiled despite the shitty day. Your nephew made everything better.

Rhysand walked in behind him, as did Feyre. Rhysand lifted him up onto the bed while Feyre handed you a cup of hot chocolate.

You were just glad Nyx wasn’t holding the hot drink.

“Here’s some wata.” He said, his small hands handing you the glass.

“Oh thank you.” You said earnestly and took a sip. You set it on the table. Then you laid back down and faced him. “Just what I needed.” You were genuine.

“Auntie, are you sad?” Both Feyre and Rhys froze at their sons question. Clearly, he was going off script.

You sniffed, “yeah, Nyxie. I’m really sad.”

“I love you.” His eyes were so big, so genuine. You were going to cry for a whole new reason.

“I love you more.”

“Nuh uh.” He said, as a typical toddler wanting to argue no matter what.

You huffed a laugh and opened your arms. “Come here.”

He crawled into your arms with no hesitation. You were careful of his little baby wings as you held him close to you.

You loved this kid.

Feyre settled in behind you on the bed, Rhysand joined on the other side with his son.

They held you as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep, hoping to see your sister one last time.

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When it came to planning the funeral, you had to go out to your family’s cottage to help. You said you could go alone, but frankly, good luck telling Nesta and the Valkyries to stay behind when one of their own is in pain.

So when you saddled up to your family with three warriors behind you, they were scared a bit to say the least.

Emerie held your hand during the funeral discussion as Nesta watched the director to make sure she wasn’t insensitive to you. Gwyn stood guard behind you. They were protectors, they were not gonna leave one of their girls to deal with this alone.

Eventually, the funeral was planned. The rest of your chosen family came out and surprised you. You sent a notice to them of when the funeral was and told them they didn’t need to come because you knew how busy they were.

When they showed up on your family’s doorstep to surprise you, you started crying again.

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The day of the funeral, it was the entire inner circle crammed into the living room of the cottage of your mortal family’s living space.

You felt bad cramming two males with wings into that small space, especially with so many other people. But Cassian and Azriel assured you that there’s nowhere else they would be.

You slept sharing a flimsy mattress with Elain, since the other two sisters were with their mates. But Feyre and Rhys slept close. So did Nesta and Cassian. Both women facing your general direction.

Azriel did not sleep. He wanted to be there in case you woke up in tears again.

Amren slept sitting up against a wall, she wouldn’t admit it but she wanted an eye on you. She only trusted hers.

Mor was curled on the other side of you. You were sandwiched between her and Elain.

Emerie and Gwyn slept down by your guys’ legs. Emerie’s head on Mor’s thigh. Gwyn hugging Elain legs in her sleep.

Azriel chose not to mention what happened when your dad came downstairs in the middle of the night to check on you.

It was as if he wasn’t sure if you’d really be there. He just lost one daughter, he didn’t want to lose another.

He nodded at Azriel who nodded back. Assuring him that you weren’t going anywhere. That you always had people watching out for you.

As everyone got ready, it was a somber moment. Elain did your hair, Mor did your makeup, Amren set out your jewelry and Feyre handled your clothes. They didn’t want you doing anything.

Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie let your nephew and niece play with their swords. It was the one thing they seemed interested in so they let them do it.

Rhysand was currently trying to get your dad to accept a check from him and Feyre to pay for everything plus anything else your parents need during this time. Your father was refusing. Rhys spoke bluntly. “Your daughter is my family, please let me take care of her family.”

Your dad didn’t. But Rhys hid the check in your dads night table. He felt yucky going into their room but did it to make sure they got the check.

On the way to the funeral, Azriel had offered his arm for you to take, which you gratefully did. Rhysand got the door for you. Az led you in. The overprotective bat boys acted like your body guards, which you appreciated, however you couldn’t help but giggle a little bit at it.

Nesta told you before the funeral to let her know if you wanted her to intervene to keep some relatives away.

One of your (racist) aunts kept telling you how you’re responsible for your sister's kids. Then when she saw Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand, Amren and Emerie, she just stared. Before you could intervene, Elain and Gwyn stood in front of them.

You almost wacked her so hard it was going to be a double funeral. You had prepared them before that some relatives were racist. They didn’t give a rat's ass.

Oh and then everyone in your party including you were Fae. That also did not help.

Hence why you lived in Velaris, away from all the bigotry.

During the service, Feyre sat on one side of you, Amren on the other side. Feyre clutched your hand and Amren even held out her hand for you. She always had a soft spot for you. Mor’s makeup didn’t last long throughout the service which is why she did bare minimum on your face.

Afterwards, you left pretty soon after the service was done. You just had to leave the building. You guys went to a pub in your funeral attire. Azriel sat next to you and Nesta on the other side. Rhys refused to let you pay. But you knew he was trying to get you riled up. It was working.

He was incredibly happy to see the fire return to your eyes.

At that moment, with your family, you knew you were going to be okay.

Just have to take every day one step at a time.

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jjkeverlast · 7 months

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hiii i have a request rockstar heartthrob jungkook fic with smut and angst please... jungkook is the definition of a rockstar only one night stands purely physical nothing emotional but when he sees the only girl his ever loved in the crowd at one of his shows he can't help go back go back to feeling like a sappy love drunk teeanage boy and remember their teeanage love affair but be drawn to her, his hurt her in the past in more ways than one always left her thinking she deserves better and his not enough for her but his selfish and wants one beautiful night with her just one more night to decide if his ready to be finally be that guy for her... sooo thats what i have in mind and i know you'll do it justice i also picture a motorcycle ride in it too like super mushy but don't hold back on that angst you know me and as promised i'm leaving inspiration 😉🖤

what could've been | jjk (m)

>> pairing rockstar!jk x fem!reader

>> genre/au's angst | smut | rockstar!au

>> summary jungkook thinks it's fate to see you again.

>> word count 1.9k (i tried my hardest not to write more)

>> warnings they're not healthy !! | handjob | fingering (sorta) | missionary | open ending :') if you don't like sad endings, don't read this. </3

>> author's note hi babyyyy thank u for requesting such a deep and profound drabble idea!!! i enjoyed and hurted myself writing this :) enjoy babe <3

Jungkook has done this a million times. He could even play the electric guitar with his eyes closed as he sings the lyrics proudly. It’s always been easy, but not tonight.

Everything was going perfectly. The crowd was going wild, screaming out the lyrics as their arms were in the air, pointing at Jungkook and his bandmate Yoongi who was a pro at every instrument. But as the lights began to flick all over the crowd, Jungkook’s breath hitched.

There you stood. Watching him with delicate eyes, the same eyes you wore when Jungkook cradled your face right before kissing you. You notice his stare, standing still as time slows around you both. Jungkook manages to forget all the lyrics, continuing to play the guitar as his mouth stands agape and gaze fixated on you.

It’s not noticeable for the audience, but it is for you. You begin to move, removing yourself from the flashing fluorescent lights as your back meets his eyes and suddenly you’re gone.

Jungkook thinks he’s hallucinating, not believing his own eyes and therefore proceeds to perform as he usually does.

When the concert ends on a good note, Jungkook feels a sinking feeling in his gut. It’s not something he’s felt for a long time.

One thing you should know about Jungkook is that he never truly feels. Which also explains his long list of one night stands.

It wasn’t always like this. Because back then, there was you. The only person who knows each and every struggle Jungkook carries. You know his deepest thoughts and fears. You’re the only one that’s able to affect him, turn him into the Jungkook he’s constantly tried to run from.

The lifestyle of a rockstar never brings out space and time for something profound and real which is why Jungkook let go of his engraved dreams of being with the one, settle down and start a life together.

The first person he wanted this with was you. He met you back in high school, when you were stuck next to each other during P.E. You were the first to make him laugh and comfortable with himself, even though he struggled with his introverted self and social gatherings in general. P.E used to be a nightmare but you made it so easy.

Jungkook fell harder than he ever did. He even sketched out your names in his diary at home, next to his lyrics before deciding that he wanted to go through with music.

Then, one day, Jungkook found out you felt the same way and that led to endless dates and kisses at night. You saw Jungkook for the real him, and loved him for that.

But things weren’t so easy after graduation. Jungkook started to pull away, leaving you confused and wondering if what you guys shared was even love to begin with.

He’s hurt you, more than once. Yet each time you’ve forgiven him despite him not deserving it. So it turned into an on and off thing, rather than anything healthy.

Then, Jungkook gained his first gig and slowly you vanished from his life with each passing day.

Although, after seeing you in the crowd Jungkook felt hopeful. A part of him wants to believe it’s actually you but it’s hard to know after the concert has ended.

As Yoongi and the rest of the band pack up and leave, Jungkook walks out to the parking lot to reach his bike. The audience left a while ago, meaning it was safe for him.

When Jungkook reaches his bike, he hears an overpitched laugh and turns in curiosity. You’re standing next to someone who’s wearing a full leather outfit. She’s holding onto a cigarette, taking small puffs as she talks in excitement.

Jungkook stands still, shocked that you’re actually here. It’s you.

Somehow his gaze manages to catch your friend's attention, her poking your shoulder to turn around and when you do your mouth drops. Jungkook’s heart sinks because of the reaction.

“Jeon Jungkook?!” You shout, your friend walking up to him while dragging you with her. It results in both of them standing in front of Jungkook. He ends up laughing in panic, not knowing what to say.

“It’s me.”

“Wow, I can’t believe it.”

Jungkook catches your gaze studying him, raising an eyebrow that makes him confused.

“Something on my face?”

“No. You look good.”

The compliment causes Jungkook’s breath to hitch. He studies your outfit, one he’s surprised about because you dress differently now. You’ve changed. In a good way, though.

“You too.” He grins, biting his lip when he catches your friend glancing between the two of you.

“Well, my ride's here. I guess you just found your own.”

Jungkook catches you flustered when your friend doesn’t try to hide the obvious wingmanning she’s trying to accomplish by leaving you both alone. Jungkook can’t help but be grateful.

“Shut up.” You mumble under your breath when she hugs you goodbye, and in under mere seconds you’re both standing alone, no one else in sight.

“What have you been up to?” Jungkook is curious, he wants to know everything about you again, as if you never slipped through his fingers due to his choice in terms of career.

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m a teacher.”

“It suits you.” The response is genuine. Jungkook always admired how comfortable you were around people who needed help, and the glow that shone through your face when they thanked you.

“Thank you.”

The air between you is thick, a lot of unspoken words roaming along with unanswered questions. Despite the deep filled crack between you both, it doesn’t seem to affect either of you at this current moment.

“So, about that ride?” You ask, curious eyes when you admire the bike behind Jungkook.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, give me a helmet.”

Jungkook does, grabbing the extra helmet and you put it on as if you've done this a million times. Jungkook wants to ask, but stops himself.

“Where to?” Jungkook jumps onto the bike, while you settle behind, wrapping a loose arm around his waist.

“Your place?”

Jungkook hadn’t expected you to be this straightforward. Maybe you’ve been just like him, hopeful to start this again, to sew the open cut back in place.

“Hold on tight.”

You do as told, grasping both arms around Jungkook’s waist and leaning your head on his shoulder while Jungkook turns on the bike.

Before you both know it, the wind is guiding you back to Jungkook’s place as you ride the big broad streets of Seoul. The nightlife is beautiful, alive, as every light follows you.

Jungkook grabs your hand at a red light, looking behind and watching your eyes glow.

Everything feels too good to be true, but Jungkook feels as if he’s floating on a pink sky with you so close to him, making every doubt vanish in the drain.

The motor roars as the motorcycle is back in action and Jungkook grips the handles, having way too much fun riding with you as you clutch yourself close.

This feels like fate.

The grip never loosens, even after Jungkook has parked his bike in the parking lot, now grasping your hand as you walk towards the elevator.

“I missed you.” Jungkook admits as he pushes onto the button.

You don’t say anything, only smile and push yourself forward to peck his lips. Jungkook is surprised by the sudden touch, yet melts under it, already forgetting how you haven’t responded to his confession.

Before the kiss can turn heated, the elevator dings, doors opening in an instant and you both pull away. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand and lead you to his apartment, not thinking much of what’s happening, instead letting him hang on the hopeful thread that this is the start of everything he’s longed for.

The minute the door slams shut, you’re back on Jungkook, kissing him with hunger and neediness and Jungkook’s head spins whenever your tongues slightly brush.

He doesn’t hesitate to pull you further inside the apartment, crashing you both down on his bed. Your touch lands on his jacket, pulling it off as much as you can as your kisses continue to linger.

Jungkook removes himself, rushing to take off his jacket and shirt all at once, while watching you hurriedly take off your shirt and bra.

The skin on skin contact burns, the room growing hotter with each grind between your bodies. Nothing is said out loud, but Jungkook wants to say so much.

He wants to tell you how much he still loves you, how he never stopped even though he let you go and treated you unfairly. But he doesn’t. Instead Jungkook settles on showing you through actions.

He kisses every inch of your body, your back arching by the sensual touch from his tongue dancing in patterns. You pull him desperately by the belt.

“Fuck me. Please.”

And Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to do so, letting you remove his belt in a hurry as the sounds roam in the big bedroom.

Once his pants fall down to his ankles, you don’t hesitate to grab onto his cock that’s already hard. Jungkook moans by the touch of your delicate hands wrapping carefully yet tugging and squeezing so perfectly. Jungkook floats in arousal.

He returns the favor, trailing his hand beneath your underwear and cupping your sex, fingers tracing and feeling every inch of you.

“You’re so wet.” Jungkook bites his bottom lip, admiring the sight of you falling apart beneath him by the gentle touch.

“Come on, fuck me.” You don’t hesitate to say again, pushing his lower back so his cock nestles in between your legs, closer to your core.

“Okay, hold on.” Jungkook stretches an arm to his night table, feeling your lips kiss his exposed neck while he stumbles to find a condom that hasn’t expired.

Luckily, he manages to find out despite the bedroom being close to full blown darkness.

While Jungkook puts on the condom, you remove the rest of your clothing, spreading your legs again and hooking them around his waist.

After great success, Jungkook braces himself on top of you, tracing his fingers on your face, wanting to savor each moment of having you like this again. Then, he pushes in slowly, watching your face contort completely. You’re beautiful like this, mouth agape, eyes closed.

Everything around you stops. Jungkook forgets about every surrounding, too infatuated by the sight of his cock entering and disappearing inside of you while you moan softly beneath him.

All is forgotten, the pain that’s tangled between you, Jungkook picking his career over you. He knows this is his last chance, in having you in his arms. He’s not letting you go afterwards. He wants to fight for you.

You both reach your high, swallowing down the high pitch sounds with feverish kisses. Jungkook keeps himself wrapped around you as you catch your breaths. He missed your smell, your hair, your soft skin and the moles he’s kissed every time.

“I love you.”

Jungkook lets it slip, watching you smile as you kiss him again.

“We should sleep.”

Jungkook feels his heart break when the three words stay buried in your mouth. He knows it’ll take a while for you to heal, and he’s willing to wait. He knows how much he wants this, wants you.

You snuggle closer, head on his chest as he glides his hand over your hair. Soon enough, sleep takes over for him.

Jungkook is too deep in his sleep, not noticing your grasp around him slipping away, a note landing on his bed as you vanish completely from his life.

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siribaes · 4 months

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MISSED YOU

JALEN HURTS x blackfem!reader

SUGGESTED TUNES 💿: Freefall by Kaytranada & Durand Bernarr, I Miss You by Beyoncé, Backseat by Ari Lennox

WARNINGS: 18+, SMUT, Jalen being a low-key soft boy, praise kink, use of AAVE/N-word, etc.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is my 1st fic, enjoy! (also this hasn’t been proof read so please ignore any typos lol) / GIF CREDIT: @fixedfour

“Arch it just like that…”

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other bounces off the bedroom walls. The comforter felt soft underneath Y/N’s grip, a perfect contrast to the rough one Jalen on had on her hips. The calloused pads of his fingertips swiped at the swell of her hips as he pistoned in and out of her….in and out…in and out…

“Fucckkk,” Jalen groaned, “A nigga missed you, you missed me huh?”’

Y/N felt her pussy flutter at the hoarseness in his voice. At had an edge to it, like he needed to hear her somehow, some way.

A smart slap on her ass interrupted Y/N’s drift in thought. She turned her head to look at Jalen, completely zeroed in on his torso. His skin glistened with sweat as his sculpted chest held a slight red hue. A gold chain glittery, shined brightly under the soft, candle light. The J initial swayed back and forth in tandem the rhythm of his strokes. Her eyes combed upwards. Y/N shuddered at the sight, his plump bottom lip was tucked tightly between his teeth. Yet, his eyes were round and saucer like. He gaze was so soft and held a such anticipation that he practically, begged for the words to come tumbling off her tongue. He needed to hear you say it, you missed him, you missed the he touched you, you missed the way he fucked you…

A small whimper escaped Y/N’s mouth as tears prickled in her eyes. The whole sight was so overwhelming but she loved every single minute of it.

“Babyyyy,” Y/N whined. She felt the familiar thrumming sensation as her orgasm quickly approached. Her walls contracted and squeezed around Jalen’s dick. “I missed you so much, baby, fuck! You fuckin’ me so good.”

Rewarding Y/N for her confession, Jalen fucked her harder, and deeper, while he rasped endless praises into her ear.

Fuck, you know I love you right.

You doin’ so good for me, takin’ me.

Pussy so tight, you squeezing me, Mama.

With his throwing hand, Jalen licked this thumb before he reached around Y/N’s stomach, towards her pussy. He rubbed lazy circles on her clit. Y/N felt something inside her snap, her orgasm hurdled towards the surface. Jalen continued to fuck her as she writhed and convulsed around him.

“Jalennnnnnnn,” Y/N moaned. She attempted to claw her up the bed towards the head board, only for Jalen’s quick reflexes to kick in as he snatched her back against him.

“Don’t run baby, you was doin’ so good,” Jalen rasped. He placed a sweet kiss on Y/N’s shoulder, that sent chills down her spine. “I’m almost there, mama. Fuck, just keep squeezing me like that.”

His normal composure was long gone as he pounded against Y/N’s g-spot. He relentlessly drove into her, completely lost in her warmth and wetness. A loud moan of his name, pushed him over the edge. Jalen’s hips snapped as he unloaded inside of the condom. His body convulsed as a slew of curses left his lips. Y/N’s moaned as she lazily grounded her hips against Jalen, secretly wishing there was no barrier between them. That she could feel all of him, his cum filling her up, warming up her insides. One day…

Despite Y/N’s whiny protests he slowly pulled out of her. Jalen sat on the side of the bed, he easily pulled the condom off, tied it in a knot, and threw it in the trash can. Y/N shivered from the after shocks of her orgasm as she turned and brought the comforter over her body. Jalen rejoined Y/N, he slid himself underneath the comforter, lying gently onto her stomach. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close to him. With soft fingers, Y/N drew loopy circles against Jalen’s curls. He hummed, the vibrations sent shivers through her body.

“You missed me that much, huh?” Y/N teased.

Eyes closed, a sly grin grew across his lips. His eyes fluttered open, soft and thick eyelashes batted against the tops of his cheeks.

“Hell yeah, I did,” Jalen’s hands slid upwards softly cupping on of Y/N’s breast. Still sensitive, Y/N moaned in response. “So much, I think I got another round in me.”

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ballerinainskzville · 1 year

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Let me take care of you - Bangchan one shot

Summary: your husband, Bangchan, is taking care of you, six months pregnant with your first baby daughter

TW: anxiety

Enjoy!

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

Bangchan whispered as his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips.

“Let me think… since we got together, in your wedding vow, every day before you leave work and before we go to sleep but it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again”, you smiled and nipped a kiss from his cheek.

“Oh, I was referring to the little wolf”, your husband placed his hand on your swollen, 6-month pregnant belly.

Annoyed, you pushed his hand away from your belly to which he only laughed. “Babyyyy, I’m only joking. You know I meant you~”, Bangchan laughed and leaned in to pepper your cheek with kisses. “Hmm”, you only replied to make him feel guilty. You knew your husband, so it would take him less than a minute to start panicking if he made you truly upset.

“Y/N, are you upset? Did I upset you? I was joking, you know how much I love you. I’ll remind you that I love you every minute for the rest of my-“, he stumbled over his words, his hand holding onto yours, both of your weddings rings close to each other. You couldn’t keep your serious face on longer and began to laugh, blowing your cover. When you turned your head to look at your husband again, Bangchan was glancing between your eyes. “You’re not upset?”, he asked to be certain.

“Oh Channie, you’re so easy to fool sometimes”, you laughed and leaned in to peck his lips.

“Yeah, whatever”, he laughed softly and pecked your lips again. Again. And again. Bangchan’s love language had always been physical touch and he could barely keep his hands off you since you two got together. The cuddles, kisses, and intimacy in all sorts of ways increased whenever he had been gone for days due to the schedule of his group activities. Making up for the missing chances, he’d say.

And since you had become pregnant, you two had been bound by the hip. You always wanted to become a mother but along with the other pregnancy symptoms you had been experiencing, increased anxiety was the constant shadow that looked over your shoulder. And your husband Bangchan knew how to calm you down the best: with his presence, words, and touches. He had suggested you get back in touch with your therapist in case something bigger was weighing on your heart but you assured him every time it was the hormones and fear of starting a new chapter in life, of the responsibility of having a child that unraveled you as much as you looked forward to it. And he’d promise you every time that he’d help you out as much as he can and how lucky he was for having you as his wife and partner for eternity.

“Is she sleeping?”, he asked as he caressed your thigh through your leggings. Your old clothes didn’t fit anymore so you began to opt for leggings and the shirts of Bangchan whenever you were home. “No, she’s having a full blast inside there”, you told him with a chuckle and he moved his hand up, rubbing your belly. “Slow down, little wolf. We don’t want to hurt mommy, do we?”, he talked to your belly, lifting your black, or his black, shirt to press a kiss on your belly. Your skin tingled a little and you watched Bangchan. You were sensitive towards people touching your pregnant belly, especially without consent. Your husband was the only person who made you feel good when he did. And your daughter seemed to enjoy the presence and touch of her father too. “You’re going to be an amazing father. You already are”, you said while your hand caressed Chan’s dark waves. “And you’re going to be an amazing mother. The love of my life”, he looked up at you with shimmering eyes. Your hand cupped his cheek and he nuzzled it.

Bangchan was a very caring person towards people he loved and he didn’t easily show his more vulnerable side to anyone. You taking care of him and making him feel being taken care of was a hard journey for him to learn to accept and come to terms with. Which, since he did, lessened his disability of falling asleep and stress.

“Uh, I need to pee-“you groaned and pulled your hand back. Bangchan immediately stood up, holding both hands to help you stand up. “Channie, I can still move on my own-“you laughed and began walking towards the hallway, your hand supporting your lower back. “Are you in pain? Is your back hurting, baby?” he asked concernedly. “Not more than it did yesterday!” you shout from the hallway—his head peaks from the doorframe. “Then let me massage you before the food arrives? I hate seeing you in pain. It hurts me to see you suffer.”

“I know, Channie. You’d carry the child for me if you could”, you chuckled and entered the bathroom.

“Yes, I would!”, he shouted from the living room.

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pyramid-of-starrs · 8 months

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Stay with me

Pairing: Clingy Boyfriend San X Black/WOC Fem reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut (Tbh it got pretty filthy)

Warnings: Clingy behavior, whining, lowkey toxic behavior, possessiveness, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (be safe), anal play (tehe, I said it got filthy), creampie, saliva, Y/N is dick whipped real bad lol

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: This will absolutely be getting a part two since this is not the original plot of this story lol.

Pt 2

Chapter Song Rec

You stretched out while sitting at your desk in your room, shutting your work laptop and happily jumping up from your chair. It was finally the weekend, and you were so excited, you wanted to get out the house and do something, anything! A ding was heard from your phone, and you grabbed it off of the charger on the side of your desk to see your friend group chat going off

Erica: It's friday hoes what we doin today Katrina: idk but I'm down for whatever Erica: OMG let's go to that club down town! There was some fine ass men last time we went Meg: OOOUUU yes! The dude that just wanted to buy us drinks all night! Katrina: Now y'all know Y/N boo'd up ass ain't gone go if we lookin for dudes Meg: Is she even gone come? San be havin her locked up lmaoooo Meg: Y/N bitch wya??? Y/N:I'm here and I'm coming! Ain't nobody locked up lol Erica: I'll believe it when I see it bitch lol lets meet at my house at 10 to pregame then leave! And Y/N tell San to back the hell up off you!!!

You tossed your phone on your bed and sighed, they did have a point. Ever since you started dating San about 8 months ago your attendance for friend gatherings and outings has gotten less and less, it wasn't like you were doing it on purpose it's just that San was very adamant about spending lots of time with you. He always wanted to be with you when you two weren't working, he came over when he got off, spends the night or ask you to spend the night, takes you out all the time and even comes to pick you up just to take you back to his house that was 20 minutes away. Though you loved your time spent together you were used to having your space, this was your first time dating a clinger and you didn't mind but maybe it was time you told him you wanted to do something else with someone else for the day.

Just as you were finishing your thought your phone rang again. You sat down on your bed and picked it up, speak of the devil.

"Hello?"

"Babyyyy"

You can already hear his whiny tone, it was cute you had to admit it, a grown man acting cutesy would usually be cringy as hell but this grown man made it work somehow?

"Yes baby? What's wrong?"

"I want to see you can I come over?"

"I'm going out tonight with my friends San."

You could hear a long groan before he continued the conversation.

"But I really miss you, I haven't seen you in forever."

"You saw me yesterday..."

"A WHOLE 24 HOURS! I'm suffocating without my baby!!"

You laughed at his dramatics.

"Fine...you can come over but you have to leave when I leave and you're not allowed to try to convince me to stay with you."

"...okay..."

"Promise me San."

He smacked his lips and groaned again; he was obviously going to try to convince you to stay with him, but he had to be good...just this once.

"I promise."

"Okay, you can come over."

You went to take a shower while San was on his way, you stepped out and put on your robe, once you walked out the bathroom your phone rang, you went to answer it already knowing who it was.

"Hey baby, let yourself in I just got out the shower."

The call ended and a few moments later you can hear the front door opening and closing while you're in your room, footsteps can be heard as San approaches.

"I'm naked still hold on."

If anything, that gave him even more reason to come in, San immediately opens the door to see you in a black pair of panties and a black crop top, his smile dropped to a face of disappointment.

"You liar you said you were naked." He said in a pouty voice.

"Sorry to disappoint, pervert." You giggled at him and sat on your bed, you picked up the lotion that you put on your bed.

"Let me do it."

"San"

"Come ooon, I already can't spend the night with you at least let me rub you down for the night."

"Fine." you flipped the lotion bottle to face him, and he came to sit next to you, he grabbed your legs and put them across his lap, your body turning to face him. He squeezed the lotion on to his hands, rubbing his hands together he started to rub it onto your thighs.

"So, what are the plans for tonight?" He asked with a smile on his face, even though San was sad that you were going out tonight he really was happiest when he was with you, even doing small task like this made his heart flutter, he really loved you.

"My friends want me to go to this club we went to a while ago, we are going to pre-game first though, they said they miss me since I don't go out much because I'm always with you."

He finished one of your thighs and moved down to your calves, he lathered you up while massaging your legs.

"Well, I could always come with." He said smiling like a cute little cat.

"No sir, no boys allowed, you would mess up the flow. Plus, all my other friends are single so it would be awkward."

He frowned at you shooting him down.

"That's not fair Y/N, it's not my fault they are all single! What if I get my friends to date them? Then we could go on group dates."

"Right, your friends that would rather play video games then see the light of day?" You said with an arched eyebrow.

He finished rubbing your legs and you walked to your drawers to look for the rest of your outfit for the night. San continued to talk about how he wished he could spend the night together and that he wasn't "technically" trying to convince you to stay with him just "Strongly suggesting" in his words. You turned on a chill RnB playlist on YouTube as you continued to get ready to drown him out. You were finishing up your make up while you were sitting at your vanity, well technically San was the one sitting on the vanities bench, he insisted that you sit on his lap while he held your waist and sadly rocked you back and forth. You finally took off your bonnet and brushed out your brown and blonde highlight wig you just installed last week; San watched you in awe.

"You're so gorgeous my love." He smiled; you could feel the love radiating off of him.

"Thank you, San." You looked in the vanity mirror slightly hunched over since San elevated you, so you were sitting a bit pass the mirrors height.

His warm and wholesome smile turned to a sneaky one as he decided to try one more thing to make you stay home. He buried his face into your neck as he sat behind you.

"You sure you don't want to stay here with me?" He said, trying to pursue you.

"Very sure." You said as you started to put away your make-up.

You could fill his plush lips start to slowly pepper kisses down your neck. At first you were just going to ignore him but then a particular linger kiss had suction to it as he started to suck your neck, you learned your head back and sighed. His hands left your waist and slid up your shirt, he started to massage your breast gently.

"Come on San I have to go, you told me you weren't going to do this tonight..."

"I'm not doing anything baby, I'm just appreciating your beautiful body and face."

You turned your face to the side that he was kissing as his lips migrated up from your neck up to your face then finally reaching your lips. The kiss was obviously not a quick appreciation kiss, so much lust as you followed his lead, his hands still on your breast as he made his way under your bra. You felt his fingers started to tweak your nipples and you moaned into the kiss, your moan was used as opportunity for San to put his tongue into your mouth, you had to stop it now or you were never going to make it out. You started to pull back from him, and he allowed you to.

"Come on pretty girl stay with me so I can give you what you really want." He said in a low raspy voice, his one soft kitten like eyes turned to lustful demon orbs, he rocked his hips forward so you could feel his semi-hard dick against your butt, your mini skirt left you bare on his laps, only your panties could protect you. You could have just said no and gotten up and left but you chose to stay silent, giving San hope that you could change your mind still. He leaned in to talk in your ear knowing that that was where you were weakest at.

"What if you stayed with me instead while I fuck your pretty pussy until you couldn't walk anymore? Or I could let you ride my face while you cum all over me."

It was like the devil himself was talking you into betraying God and eating the apple off the tree. Turning down San is the hardest thing you could do but you planned for this, you knew you were weak for him, so you texted your friend 30 minutes ago tell them to come pick you up. You were originally going to have San drop you off but the last time you did that you did make it out the apartment but 15 minutes into the drive San pulled into a Dark parking lot to fuck you in his backseat saying it was just a quickie. You ended up getting fucked so good your lace was lifted and your make up was running down your face.

"My friend is already on the way San."

Just in time your phone dinged and you picked it up thinking it was going to be your friend saving you from danger.

Meg: Hey girl, Katrina ended up needing a ride too and that's on the other side of you and she has no one else to pick her up, Imma grab her, could you ask your dude to drop you off?

You read the text in your head and so did the incubus behind you, you dropped your head in defeat as an evil grin was on his face, even had a maniacal laugh could be heard.

"Looks like she isn't, but don't worry baby I'll take you."

"Thank y-"

"But it'll cost you." San has never made you give him gas money, he thought as a man he should never have to ask you for money, plus he was paid much more then you.

"How much do you want?"

"Now, now gorgeous, you know good and well your money is no good with me, but you know what is?"

"Oh fuck."

....

You don't know how much time had passed, to be honest San was making you feel so good you didn't even know if you knew your own name or not anymore. His face was buried deep in your sopping wet pussy as his tongue explored your brown and pink folds. Your thighs sat pretty against his broad shoulders while his fingers dug you out. Your voice was horse as he was steadily working on your third orgasm, your hands full of his black hair as you gripped it tightly, it stung but San loved it because it meant he was doing a good job. Tears started to form in your eyes as you could feel your climax approaching.

"San, I'm about to cum."

"Already? I'm not done licking up the last one, you're going to have to hold it until I'm done."

You whimpered as San continued to draw perfect 8's on your clit, His two fingers were pounding deeply inside of you as he did the "come here" motion. Your hips lifted on and off the bed, your mind was going blank.

"Please San, please let me cum"

"Almost done."

Your nails dug into his scalp, your thighs started to close around his head, his sharp eyes darted up at you, he loved watching you go crazy.

"You're so good for me, go ahead and cum my angel."

"Ooooh Fuck" was all you could say as you came undone all over his mouth and fingers. You were a sobbing mess as San slowly pulled his fingers from your leaky cunt. He sucked all your cum off of his fingers as he put your legs back on the bed and leaned back up.

"C-can we go now San, it's getting late." you said in a defeated voice as you leaned up on your elbows.

He looked at his apple watch then back at you.

"What's the rush princess? its only 9:56, you still have time, plus I already told you if you want me to take you, you have to let me make you cum 5 times, and we have 2 more times to go." He said as he got off the bed and stood at the end of it.

"San I was supposed to meet them at-" he wasn't listening anymore, he was done talking, his mind was only focused on you cumming again and again for him. San loved the way you felt around his dick, the tight wetness drove him crazy and don't get him wrong when you sucked his dick, he swore he could see the gates of heaven open, but nothing ever compared to how good he felt when he made you feel good. It was not only a sense of pride but he honestly just loved you so much that making you cum was all he needed to get off. When you first started seeing San you let him know that a man has never made you cum before and you made a bet with him that it was impossible to get you to cum. Boy did he prove you wrong, he made you squirt the first time he ever ate you out and it was history from that point onward.

He grabbed you by both your thighs and dragged you to the edge of the bed, he didn't stop there because then he flipped you onto your stomach, San was strong because he worked out a lot so any chance he got to manhandle you, he took it. He gripped the sides of your hips as he pulled your ass in the air to connect to his crotch while your face stayed down. He didn't bother taking off your mini tennis skirt when he started to eat you out earlier since it was so short. You were arched in front of him, your pussy was bare since he ripped your panties off earlier. He stepped back a bit and stood there watching it drip and clench around nothing.

"Don't just stare at it." you said as you started to get shy.

"Why not? It's so pretty all I want to do is look at it." He said while biting his bottom lip.

You wiggled your hips a bit. "San come on you know we have to go soon, you're doing this on purpose." you said in a whiny voice.

Your whine was interrupted by a moan as he slid in his two fingers abruptly.

"So what if I am, this is my pussy to do what I want to it." he started to move his fingers faster.

"I don't even like your friends a lot because they are always trying to steal you away from me, taking you to clubs so other guys get to see you and fawn over you. I'm not there so they don't know this pretty pussy belongs to me. All they see is your sexy face and body wearing your little make up and this short ass skirt."

Sans full on possessive behavior was out, Clingy and possessive could absolutely be seen as red flags to anyone else but with San, those red flags were heart shaped. You loved how much he only wanted you for himself, but damn was in inconveniencing sometimes. He thrust his fingers deep into you at a steady pace, the over stimulation was killing you.

He continued, "If a guy walks up to you tonight and ask you for your number are you going to tell him you belong to me?"

“Yes- fuck!”

“Yes what? What are you going to say baby.” He dug his digits deep into you.

“That I belong to you.”

“Who is you? That’s not my name.” he held his fingers in you waiting for your reply.

“I belong to San Ah~ and only San.”

“Good job lovely, go ahead and cum for me.”

That was exactly what you did, it was that easy for San to make you cum, just some words and gestures. San once again pulled his fingers from your abused cunt, he brought them around to your face for you to suck your cum off them. You but both the wet fingers into your mouth and sucked them clean while he pumped them in and out of your mouth.

“Are you ready for me my love?”

You nodded as he removed his fingers from your mouth.

“I want words baby.”

“Yes San, please fuck me.”

He once again flashed that devious smile before undoing his pants and pulling out his fully erect dick, he pulled you back a bit before pumping it a few times. He lined his tip up with your entrance and you immediately started to clench it, as he slowly pushed his hot length into your wet cunt, moving slowly so you could feel every single inch he was feeding you. Sans dick was just not fair, it had a good and comfortable amount of length and width, but the best part was that his dick had a perfect curve that made him reach a spot in your pussy that most couldn’t. He had a firm grasp on both your hips to make sure you couldn’t run away from him, you fidgeted and whimpered while he stretched you out. Once he finally got all of him inside of you he held it in just so he could bask in the feeling of your hot wet walls against his raw dick, he bit him lip, closed his eyes and just held his head up to the ceiling. You started to become restless, feeling him so deep inside while he wasn’t moving made you dizzy.

“Please San, please move I need more.”

San came back to earth when he hears you begging for more and locked back in.

“Yes baby what ever you want.”

He started to rock his hips into you, you folded your arms under you and put your forehead on your forearm as you let pretty moans fall from your lips. His pace gradually sped up, his hands pulling you back to make his pelvis and your ass meet.

“Are you going to stay here with me?”

“N-No!” You replied.

He rolled his eyes and started to dig deeper into you, moving his hips even faster as your moans started to get louder.

“I said are you going to stay here with me?”

“San please.” You said in a whimpering voice.

He started to slam into you, your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, you felt your orgasm approaching. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse San placed one of his hands on top of the beginning of your ass. His thumb started to rub your asshole, it was still wet from his spit and your slick when he ate you out. The sensation of him rubbing your second hole felt amazing then he slowly slid his thumb into your tight hole, you could feel him penetrating your asshole slowly while he was still drilling his dick into your drooling cunt. This is the the kinda fucking that makes people want to kill for their partners. You moaned so loud you knew you were going to get a notice complaint, he started to move his thumb in and out your ass.

“You’re such a nasty little bitch, letting my thumb fuck your ass while your pussy takes my dick. Are you this slutty for anyone else?”

“Only you Sannie, only you!” You yelled out, unable to control the volume of your voice anymore.

“That’s right baby, you’re my little slut right?”

“Yes~ I’m your slut.” Tears started to fall from your eyes, he was fucking you dumb with both your holes being stuffed, your pussy started to rapidly clench and unclench.

“Going to cum deep in this slutty pussy and make you walk around that club leaking my cum.”

He kept pounding his hips into and the mental thread in your mind snapped as you felt his hot seed deep in your womb, you couldn’t take it anymore and came around his still leaking dick. San slowly pulled out and backed up a bit, you immediately collapsed to the side of the bed as your eyes felt heavy.

San pulled up his boxer briefs and took his pants off while he smiled at how cute you looked when your were tuckered out. You laid on the bed breathing heavily and fighting the sleep since you were determined to make it out still, he walked to the bathroom to bring back a warm towel to clean you up, he wiped you clean then went to get a different towel, this one had micellar water on it. He sat at the head of the bed and opened his arms to invite you in to be held, you gladly accepted, he held you in one arm as you closed your eyes. He carefully removed your false lashes and placed them on the night stand, the started to wipe the make up you word so hard on off, your body was to tired to even fight it anymore. Your phone rang and San grabbed it and answered it before you could.

“Hello?”

“Hello? San? Where is Y/N?”

“She’s right here.”

“Well when are you bringing her over we waiting’ on her.”

“Oh, she said she’s to tired to go, you know, work and all that.”

The line got quiet for a second before your friend spoke again.

“Boy stop holding my friend hostage.”

San laughed before he hung up. Yeah you’re never going to see your friends again.

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emmyrosee · 9 months

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SAMUUUUUU 🥹💗🥰

and me.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CrvljuEsP0_/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

BROOOOO I WANNA EAT HIM ALIVE I SWEAR TO GOD.

Like imagine. JUST IMAGINE OKAY-

It’s pretty late at night when he decides he’s gonna start to make a few snacks, not quite ready to go to bed but also being well aware that it’s 02:32 and the night will end- may as well prompt it with some doctored up instant noodles.

But here’s the thing, right? Because osamu seems to think you’re more compliant at night, so tired and cuddly, yet it surprises him each and every time you’re the opposite of that and are in fact, a damned menace. How he never remembers is a mystery, and it’s also his problem.

Perched onto the counter, you’re determined to get your Osamu fill; you jab your toe into the meat of his butt, you blow up his phone with pictures of just his back, or your bored selfies, and when he gets particularly focused, you slip your cold feet under his nightshirt to make him yelp.

He’s unrelenting. And it’s hot.

“Baby,” you mewl, tugging the hem of his shirt towards you. You hear him chuckle and shake his head, his hulking frame still not turning towards you.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” he says simply, his wrist continuing to slice the plate of vegetables next to him. You whine and tug firmer, but he doesn’t budge; you don’t blame him, he’s busy, but come on, he looks so good, and you need his attention right now.

“Babyyyy,” you whine a little more firm, and he finally turns down the warming stove to face you. You smile happily and he snickers.

“What?”

“I missed you.”

He quirks a thick brow before turning to the stove, then back to you. “Haven’t gone anywhere, dummy.”

“But you haven’t been near me. And I’m offended.”

He rolls his eyes adoringly before leaning over to kiss you, a smile curled on his cheeks. When you return the kiss, you latch your arms and legs around him, and he laughs against you.

“Must you?”

“Yes,” you giggle back, knowing damn well he’s into this too. His massive hands slip down your back, over your hips and back up, his head burying in the curve of your neck to be as close as he can to you. He starts pecking little kisses along your neck and face, grinning into your skin when you give out small little snickers.

“You know how much I love you?” He mumbles.

“I think so?”

“Yeah- so please, with all the love in my soul. Let go.”

You titter some more as your grip tightens, shaking your head and relishing in the sigh of faux agony he lets out. “Fine,” he says, giving in to your needs and quickly hoists you up and into his chest, your legs tightening around him and giggles ringing through the air. One of his arms scoops under your butt to keep you secure, the other turns the stove right back on and continues his cooking as if you were nothing more than an attachment he’s grown accustomed to.

“Yay,” you coo, nosing his cheek before biting it softly, the muscles tightening under your teeth as he smirks. “My boy. My perfect and patient boy. The only boy ever. Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, booger.”

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kaimxri · 1 year

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Means To an End (pt III)

Lucien x Reader (she/her)

Part I Part II

Warnings: none????

Wordcount: 3K (consistency babyyyy)

A/N: I saw a tiktok this morning of Az and now it is time for him to make ammends:) he needs to go back into the good books i think! also, sorry if this seems a bit rushed! i had a headache from Y/N's pov onwards so...... but i hope you enjoy nevertheless!

Azriel

The sound of the door slamming wakes me from my slumber. My shadows brush against me, whispers of ‘gone’ ‘what did you do’ and ‘messed up’ scratch against my ear, dragging me to my senses. I raise up to a seated position and notice there is a change in atmosphere. Something feels wrong.

I grab truth-teller from my nightstand and sneak from my chambers. No unusual or suspicious sounds reach my ear, nor do my shadows report any misplaced signs of intrusion. I keep my heckles raised despite the evidence pointing to my family not being in harm’s way. The stairs barely make a sound underneath my silent footfall. Years upon years of practice perfecting my gait, keeping me hidden amongst the shadows. There are still no signs of harm in the downstairs area. I relax my stance, until my shadows report back to me.

‘Table’

‘Letter’

‘Front door’

I listen to my shadows and head for where they directed me. Just as they had said, there was a letter sitting by the door. Recognising the handwriting to be Y/N’s, my brow furrows as my hand reaches for the paper. As my eyes glance at the writing, I am filled with confusion.

‘Inner Circle,

I am writing to inform you all that I am leaving to another court. Please, do not look for me. I am safe and cared for.

I am sure you all know why I am leaving, and if you do not know then that is down to you. This break is what I need to build myself up and get a handle on my emotions. I am unsure as to whether this move will be a permanent one.

I will be in contact when I am ready.

Thank you for everything,

Y/N’

She has left? I had not noticed anything different about her in the past few weeks that showed she was in pain. Moments from the times we shared together came rushing through my mind. I spend a while scouring through each image, trying to decipher her emotions. But nothing comes through. My self-investigation is broken by Elain’s voice.

“Did you hear, Azriel?” Her smile shows whatever she had to tell me had made her ecstatic.

“Yes, I just saw. Y/N is go-“

“Lucien rejected the bon-“

We speak over each other. Lucien had rejected the bond? Why would he do such a thing… He loved Elain a lot. This morning is just filled with confusion.

“Of course she’s gone,” Elain scoffs, “She had to take my mate just because the man she loves would rather spend his time with me. It is not my fault that she does not put herself out there. Gods, I knew when Lucien broke the bond that he was not thinking clearly. Now I know his thoughts were clouded with that… female.”

“Wait, what do you mean the man she loves?”

“You, of course,” She looks at me with confusion, “Please do not tell me you have not seen her pining after you for nearly a year now? Gods Azriel, she was not exactly subtle. But she doesn’t matter anymore, nor does Lucien! Sure, they may have run off together but at least we now have the chance to try with each other. That I am grateful for.”

My mind runs with all the information being thrown at me. I am still clutching onto Y/N’s letter in a tight fist. Looking down at the paper for a moment, realisation rushes over me.

“She loved me, and she’s run away with Lucien? This does not make sense Elain. Why would she not talk to me in the first place?”

“Please do not tell me you are truly this dull, Azriel. We clearly like each other, do we not? She obviously realised that you did not return her feelings and let them fester. She should have just taken her frustrations out on some other male... Well I guess in a way she has, right? On my mate of all people.”

Elain’s words shock me. How could anyone speak so callously about another. Of course, I have feelings for Elain. How could I not? But my heart has been split in two since the moment she was made by the cauldron. Y/N had made it very clear that our arrangement was strictly physical. Perhaps my avoidance of her is what pushed her away, but I only did so to spare my own heart from being broken by the female who has held my affections for years.

Suddenly I am filled with guilt on how I treated Y/N on nights we spent together. Calling another’s name, leaving her before our hearts had chance to rest and acting as if she meant nothing to me. When she meant everything. If I had known of her feelings for me, this would never have happened. She would be here.

“We must find her. I return her feelings, Elain. Of course, I have feelings for you. But they do not compare to those I have for Y/N. Please, Elain. Help me find them. Maybe there is still a chance for yourself and Lucien? There is nothing like the soul-twined bond, and I cannot give that to you.”

She looks at me confused, as if I had just spoken pure gibberish. Oh gods, what have I done? Who have I become? I do not wish to hurt anyone, but it seems too late for that. I need to make amends.

“Do not be ridiculous. What I feel for you does not compare to the feelings I have for Lucien either Azriel. Why should I give you up only to suffer in a loveless mating bond?”

“Because Lucien has made himself suffer for you, no? He gave you what you wanted. Him to give you what you think would make you truly happy. Are you, Elain? Are you truly happy? Because I am not. I cannot help but to think of what would happen if we were together. This is just passing infatuation. I have loved Y/N for years, can you not see? Lucien loved you, and you did not give him the time of day. He is an honourable male, if you just gave him a chance you would see.”

Panic begins to raise in my chest. Sweat beads on my forehead as my hands begin to tremble. Needing to let out my nervous energy, I begin to pace back and forth. Bringing my hands up to tug at my hair, the sight of Y/N’s note sends more panic through my being. She’s gone. She’s truly gone. And it is my fault.

“No, Azriel. I cannot see. I am happy with my situation, and I am happy with you. Let’s just try, see what we make of ourselves? Together.”

“Oh, give it a rest Elain,” I all but scream at her, “I am not going to be yours. I’ve fucked up. There will be no us. Even if I cannot bring Y/N back, I will not be moving forward with you. I am a selfish male who only hurts those around him.” Sobs wrack through my body, rendering my speech broken, “I am but nothing but what others see. I hurt people, even when I am not trying.”

“That is simply not tru-“

“Then why is she not here, Elain?” I throw the letter at her chest, “Do not speak to me for a while.”

Lucien

I leave Y/N alone for the night. My actions scared her, brought her back to the memories she came to bury. Blame lies solely with me. I was overtaken by my emerging feelings for her that I did not stop to consider how she feels at this moment. Despite my newly developing feelings for the beautiful woman, it is too early for her and myself to act on any hidden desires either of us hold. Although I am sure my feelings for her are true and not rebounded feelings from my rejected mate.

When the sun arises, so do I. My sleep was restless, and my eyes feel heavy, but the need to explain myself outweighed anything else. It was not as if I could remain resting when the sight of Y/N’s eyes swimming with tears clouded my mind every time I shut my own. Without stopping to change out of my sleeping clothes, I move over to Y/N’s side of the living area. My hand hovers over her door for a few minutes, considering what I was going to say. I don’t have a chance to think for much longer as Y/N swings her door open by herself. My anxiety alleviates slightly at the sight of her teasing smirk.

“I could hear your inner turmoil through the door, Lucien.”

“You are very humorous in the morning, Y/N. Tell me, how long were you sitting on that line for?”

“Since I heard you tossing and turning all the way over in your bedroom. Whatever you wish to say, forget it. We can forget what happened last night, it is alright.”

“But it is not alright. I am very sorry for my actions. I’m not quite sure what came over me. I was just confused and there were a lot of emotions. But, Y/N, trust me when I say I was not thinking of Elain in that moment,” I take a deep breathe to steady my words, “I seem to have come across some… underlying feelings for you. Now that I no longer have the cloud of the bond blurring my vision, it seems they have decided now to come to the surface. But I am not going to act on them as neither of us are ready for romance at the moment. I wish to remain your friend; I wish to be there for you when it all gets too much. I wish for you to trust me.”

Y/N seems taken aback by my admission. As if she did not think I would admit that my emotions were fuelled by passion for her, not Elain.

“Lucien, of course I trust you. You will always be my friend too. It was just a bit of an overwhelming day, I understand.” Her forgiveness makes me feel lighter, like the burden of this incident were physically weighing me down. “But you are not going to act on your feelings? That is a shame. Though, you are right. It is too soon for us to explore any other relationships. I will see you at breakfast, Luc.”

“Now, hold on. Don’t close that door again. Would you like me to act on my feelings some day?”

“I wouldn’t say no.”

Y/N

I close the door on Lucien’s shocked face. Perhaps I was being too forward, but why should I hold back on flirting a bit? Even if I am not yet ready for a relationship at the moment, there is no harm in flirting with a handsome male. Let alone one that admits to having feelings towards me.

Oh my gods, someone has feelings for me.

A grin spreads across my face. I had never considered Lucien to be a romantic partner. Now that I have been presented with his own emotions, it seems that I have yet to discover what hides underneath my own sheltered feelings. Especially now that I am not being clouded with thoughts of the shadow singer.

Breakfast that morning is delightful. Lucien and I decided to spend the day in the village that surrounds the palace. Helion had said he would have loved to have joined us, but alas the High Lord’s duties stole him from our presence.

I meet Lucien in the grand foyer. He looks incredibly dazzling in a white shirt and a green vest. His wild red hair has been tamed into a singular braid stretching down his back. Our eyes meet as he quirks a brow.

“Going somewhere, my lady?”

“Ah yes, my lord. I am to visit the nearby village.”

“Shall I accompany you my dear?”

“If you must.”

We share a giggle at our easy rapport.

Lucien and I are too invested in our conversation that we fail to notice the village grow closer. Although we are good friends, I had not yet noticed how truly easy he is to talk to. I had known him since his stay at The Spring Court. Being the previous emissary to The Night Court, I made it a point o get to know the others that serve as messengers for the other courts. Out of all the other emissaries, Lucien was the only one to become a friend. It was only with the burden of unrequited love that we began to drift apart.

We walk together down through the lanes of the quaint village. Glancing at all the stores lining the streets. There are many art stores, reminding me of my friend Feyre. I did feel bad for leaving without more of an explanation, but I knew if I had said anything more my friends would try to hold me back from leaving.

Our strolling comes to a brief pause as we reach a jewellery store. A deep blue gem glaring back at me through the window.

“How are you holding up?” Lucien asks me, breaking our comfortable silence.

“A lot better than I thought I would be,” I respond truthfully, “I almost think that being in his presence was making my feelings stronger than they originally were. Sure, I still have some semblance of love for Azriel. But it is not the very thing that powers my body anymore. I feel like I am no longer under cupid’s control. And yourself?”

“That is good to hear. I am partly the same. The more I think of Elain, the less I think I truly loved her. If it weren’t for the bond, I would not have looked at her as more of a friend. It feels like my emotions were crafted. Like they weren’t truly mine. This break will be good for us, but I must ask. Do you see this as a permanent solution?”

His question leaves me stumped. I hadn’t thought about the length of my stay in The Day Court. Though with every passing minute that I spend here, the more I’m certain that this is where I wish to be.

“Well, I guess I will see how I feel in a few months’ time. Helion has been gracious enough to extend this visit for as long as we wish, but I would hate to take advantage of our friend. Though, if I am to stay for a while, I should probably look for a job here. I would hate to take advantage of such a kind man. How long would you like to stay?”

“I am sure Helion would hate to think you feel as if you are taking advantage of him. I’ve not spent much time with him, but I can already see his friends mean a lot to him. He very likely enjoys your company here too. I have also been thinking about how long I would like to stay. I believe that depends on what I find out about how, or if, I am related to Helion.”

“Ah, so you have heard the rumours then?”

“Of course. They are hard to ignore. I could always see how different I was from my brothers. They all treated me like a stranger because of our differences. Although, not Eris. He is not like the others describe him. He has his reasons for how he treated Morrigan. But that is besides the point. I wish to explore the relationship between Helion and my mother as well. I guess if it turns out I am Helion’s son, I shall be staying… if he will have me.”

“He will have you, Lucien. I just know it. He already loves you, son or not. Come, let us head back to the palace. Maybe we can ask around and see what we find out?”

Leaving the jewellery store behind, we head back to the palace. On our journey back we notice more than we did on the way there. The cute little stone schoolyard is the first to steal our attention. Squeals of delight and playful giggling make my heart feel lighter.

A little boy and a little girl rush past us. They were holding hands, shouting ‘I love you!’ to each other. Lucien and I share a shy glance before continuing our journey back home.

The palace is empty when we arrive, ruining our plans to investigate the rumours on Lucien’s parentage. Helion was not set to arrive back home until the evening, so we decide to spend the remaining few hours reading yet again. If this what a life free of Azriel looks like, then I have truly been missing out.

“I am going to change into something more comfortable. This dress, although pretty, is dangerously tight!”

“Aw did you get dressed up for me dear Y/N? How sweet.” Lucien teases. We stay in our comfortable silence for a while more, simply admiring the other. How had I truly missed out on how beautiful this male was? I must have been completely blinded by my own infatuation.

It is hard not to miss the look in Lucien’s eyes. That of longing, happiness and something else. I think back on the day we shared, when I am struck by a question that I had stuck in my head since I met Lucien at the door this morning.

“Was this a date Lucien?”

“Perhaps it was?”

“Then maybe you should walk me to my door?”

“I would love nothing more”.

He guides me up the golden stairs, down the winding hallway, through our warm shared space and to my own large doors. Our positioning reminds me of the night before. Of our heartfelt talk that led to Lucien kissing me…

“Are you going to kiss me again, Lucien?”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Maybe on our second date?”

“Ah, so this was a date then.”

“I’ll see you later, Lucien.”

I leave him with a flirtatious smile. I hadn’t felt like this since I first stated to sleep with Azr- No. I will not compare how I feel for Lucien to how I felt with Azriel.

This is new. This is real.

#acotar #acotar x reader #lucien x reader #lucien vanserra x reader #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #lucien acotar #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #shadowsinger x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fanfic #lucien fanfic #acotar fluff #acotar angst #vanserra

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honeyshiddendesire · 20 days

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Dirty Alphabet

Fujitora x Female Reader *I did not make this template unfortunately I can’t remember where it’s from since I saved it months ago and finally did it today. But i have a clean copy as well*

*banner*

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A literal KING at aftercare. He’d run a bath for you or get you a warm rag making sure you’re treated like royalty. You can NOT tell me otherwise cause that man just screams compassion and tenderness

B = Breath Play (do they like it done to them or doing the deed)

I literally wrote a story on my last blog about this exact kink lol I think he would love to choke you as well as receive. Anything you give this man he’ll accept with a smile. But I think with his lack of vision he would enjoy feeling your pulse in the palm of his hands, all the hitched breaths and sounds you make going straight to his dick.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think this man would live for cream pies or maybe I’m just biased lol but then also cumming down your throat. Anything that involves him feeling the warmth of your body would drive him insane

D = Dirtiest Kink (what they think is their dirtiest kink)

PANTY THIEF!! If he knows he’s about to be on a long mission I can see him taking a pair of your panties and not a clean pair either lol Best believe he will snag a dirty pair just to have your scent with him, using it to jerk off and loving the fact that he has your smell wrapped around his cock. It feels almost like you’re there in the room with him.

E = Exhibitionist? (Do they like being watched)

If that’s what you want then he is more than willing to give that to you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press master and don’t tell me no lol he’s a large man and I think he would love having his weight cage you from above. Feeling your legs wrapped around his large squishy waist would drive him insane. The way your nails would scratch at his back making him hiss or wrapped around his neck pulling him close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

If you’re goofy I can see him matching the energy, if you’re passionate then so is he. He’d never tease you more than you can handle though

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I definitely think he has a bush and if you want it gone then you’ll have to be the one to do it lol

I = Initiation (how do they get you going? Vice versa )

His hands are his eyes so he’ll be very handsy. Coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you using his kind words to drip over you, spilling in poetic dirty talk that makes you melt into his touch. All you have to do is touch this man and he’s rising like the sun lol

J = Jealous (how do they get when jealous )

Calm af but I can see him getting jealous if it’s someone like Akainu and I don’t know why lol

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Babyyyy this man got a voice kink and dont tell me otherwise. He loves talking and hearing you talk back. I make him pretty poetic even in bed so hearing you engage back with his seductive words would make him melt but if you’re not good with your words thats fine as long as you don’t hold in your moans/screams/whines and whimpers.

Thigh Riding! I can see him enjoying the feel of you soaking his thigh as you sit on his lap, your hands clinging to his shoulders for leverage as he manhandles you back and forth on his muscled thighs. His lips spilling filth the entire time

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In his private home garden and anywhere and everywhere in the house. Kitchen sex bent over the counter? Sure! During your relaxing bath together? Absoulately. In the bedroom? Obviously.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your voice, your smell, your hands lingering gently over his skin, just you in general

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No heavy bondage, if you wanna be tied up cool but whipping you or using his sword on you is not an option. He trusts his skills but you’re still to precious

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both and honey if that mouth can say the sweetest words best believe he spell them in that pussy too

P = Position (favorite position)

You on top riding him till your heart is content and satisfied

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yesssss anything involving you lol

R = Rope (shibari, bondage? Do they like it?)

Very light rope use used on you but if you wanted to tie him up as well then go for it.

S = Sharing? (Are they willing to share you?)

Honestly I feel like it depends on who’s trying to get in on the action. Akainu? Fuck no. Garp? I can totally see it happening and I don’t know why lol

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

I can’t see him owning toys for himself but for you, yes. Vibrators, some silk ropes, pretty fluffy handcuffs stuff like that

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I can picture him only teasing for so long, wanting to work you up till you’re begging and finally he gives in

V = Voyeur (do they like to watch)

I’m sure he’d want to if he could lol but he loves listening while you pleasure yourself

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Flower pet names all day every day

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

Heavy hitter for sure cause have you seen the size of that big juicy man ??!!!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I can see spending many years alone until you came along so I feel like if your libido is high then boom so is his now and if you’re more chill then so be it. Like the ocean I can see him going with the flow as long as you’re satisfied

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nah he’s waiting until you’re all comfy, if you want to stay up and talk after or cuddle some more then he’s there for you. Like I listed on the aftercare slot he is a literal king full of compassion for you.

#fujitora issho #admiral fujitora #one piece fujitora #one piece #one piece headcanons #honeys works 🍯#fujitora x female reader #dirty alphabet Headcannons #Fujitora Headcannons #one piece smut #one piece fujitora smut #fujitora is my love #admiral fujitora smut #admiral issho fujitora

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findafight · 2 years

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I have been thinking of my Swimmer Steve au babyyyy...

Except. It isn't Will that gets stuck in the upsidedown. Its Dustin. His mom flips her shit and reports it that night, calling Karen and then Sue and then Joyce. No one's seen her boy.

Susan holds her hand as she looks through pictures for his missing poster. (they have been best friends since childhood and Lucas and Dustin have know each other since birth). She refuses to believe Dustin ran away or got lost in the woods because he knows better than that. Wouldn't have left Will by himself just to get lost in the woods!!

Joyce gets Jonathan to help put up posters at the highschool, and Robin and Steve see it and are like oh that's sad...but how are we, fifteen and sixteen year olds, supposed to help. And continue on with their regularly scheduled Tuesday plans.

Which is why Steve swims in his pool for probably the last time of the season, it's getting way too cold and he should have drained it before Halloween anyways, and pulls on sweats and a hoodie before tugging the pool cover, accidentally cutting his hand on the crank. (It's getting cold and his hands are drying out so his skin just caught and tore a little) and then he's gone.

Last post etc. Robin freaks and bikes to the police station to report Steve missing at lunch. His parents won't be home for another week and no one else besides his coach would even really care he's gone except maybe Nancy, who Steve is sorta dating after the teasing about Brazilian Gymnast made it clear that Buckley and Harrington weren't dating (yet, some say) but Nancy doesn't know his schedule well enough to know something's wrong soon enough.

And when asked how she knows he wouldn't skip town by a disinterested police officer OR Jonathan Byers I haven't decided which, (disregarding the fact his car was still in the driveway) a stressed and upset Robin says "because he would have taken me with him!" Because he would have. They'd talked about it, leaving Hawkins once they graduate and not looking back. Getting an apartment together and maybe working the same shitty retain job to make ends meet as she coaches him into gold medals.

If Steve were to run away, he would have taken her with him. But he didn't. Robin was still in Hawkins and Steve was gone. He didn't run away.

And then Dustin's "body" is found. Claudia knows it's not her boy. They didn't let her close to him but she saw, she saw, that the corpse on the table had front teeth, and her Dustin didn't. Susan Sinclair is beside her, nodding, and stands behind her as she tells Chief Hopper this. That it couldn't be her son because he had a condition, his teeth hadn't come in yet and he didn't have collar bones.

Meanwhile, Jonathan develops the pictures he took while going through the woods trying to help look for Dustin. He has one of Steve, standing bare footed in the pool gutter with his sweats rolled up, grimicing at his sliced hand, as something looms behind him. No Robin don't worry about the picture of shirtless and dripping Steve before that it's nothing a misshot don't mention it again

Dustin, who was pretty ambivalent about Hawkins' resident Olympic hopeful, clings to him in the upsidedown. He's glad he's bigger than Dustin and strong enough to be able to carry him if they need to run fast. Steve's gotten a bat out, already splattered with gore from whatever thing dragged them here, using shoes from the weird, nasty version of his house, and tells Dustin funny stories about his adventures with Robin as he keeps watch while Dustin tries to talk to his mom on the phone or to get the Christmas lights to blip in Morse code.

As Claudia and Sue discuss what's happening and how to get someone to believe them, the lights in the Henderson house keep flickering.

#swimmer steve au #steve Harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #steve and dustin #dw joyce and hop obviously join as well.#finds writes stuff #stonathan #just a little biiiit hehe #finda's rambles

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duskandcobalt · 7 months

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DRESS

Elain buys a dress with the sole intention of getting Azriel to take it off of her. Antics ensue. Things get slutty.

Based on Taylor Swift's 'Dress'. 6.1k words?? lmao

The second instalment in my Inspired by Music One-Shot Series :)

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Shameless smut, baby babyyyy! (18+ pls)

Taylor Swift, I'm so sorry I used your song to write about Elain and Azriel getting down and dirty but that's just how life goes.

Elain knew her plan had worked when those hazel eyes surreptitiously slid over her body for the fifth time that night.

No one else would’ve noticed the way Azriel drank her in, his eyes lingering for only a couple beats before his attention was back on the conversation at hand. But Elain noticed each and every time - felt the heat of his gaze seep through her, warming her very blood. She could almost feel the way his hands would trace over her curves if they were alone in this room, if he could lay her out on this table and take her the way she so desperately craved.

They were always careful - allowed themselves polite niceties and friendly smiles so as to maintain some level of normalcy but that was it, that was all they’d let their friends and family see.

The heated glances, the stolen touches when no one else was paying attention - that was just for them. The time they had begun spending away from the others, in his room or hers, shrouded in his shadows to mask sounds and scent - that too, was theirs alone.

But tonight, there was something different in the air between them. Something more intense.

This was dangerous territory and Elain was walking a very, very fine line.

…

It all started a week ago when she’d gone shopping with Nesta and had stumbled upon a dress. Elain had circled back to it three times as she paced the shop floor, tracing her finger over the delicate fabric before Nesta was at her side. “Just try it on, for Cauldron’s sake.”

“You don’t think it’s too… much ?” Elain questioned, nose wrinkling as she turned to face her older sister.

“I think you could pull it off.” Nesta shrugged, pulling it from the rack and handing it to Elain. Before Elain could argue back, the shopkeeper seemingly appeared from thin air to lead her towards a fitting room at the back of the small store.

Elain blushed as she turned towards the mirror and took in her reflection.

The dress was stunning, different to what she usually wore but it somehow still felt like her. It wasn’t anything that would raise eyebrows in the Night Court but it was certainly something that she never would’ve even considered wearing as a human. Would’ve thought it to be entirely too scandalous.

The sleeves were crafted from a delicate lace that clung to her arms, the corset of the top scooped much lower than she was used to and the way it was structured pushed her breasts right up, supporting them in a way that made her cleavage appear rounder and firmer than she’d ever thought possible. The bodice underneath the cups of the corset was sheer and fabricated from the same lace as the sleeves, hinting at the skin of her rib cage, the small of her waist. From there, the skirt of the dress fell all the way to the floor. The exquisite silk was cut close to her body and draped across her hips in a way that highlighted her generous, soft curves.

The cherry on top, the reason it had caught her eye in the first place, was that the garment just so happened to be the exact shade of the siphons that graced her lover’s body.

It was this last factor, coupled with the image of those siphoned hands undoing the laces at the back of the corset, that had her swallowing her nerves and walking out of the store with a new gown in hand.

She hung it carefully in her wardrobe and every single time she looked at it for that entire week, every time she touched the cobalt blue fabric, Elain saw his face. Imagined how her Shadowsinger would react to seeing her in it. Over the days, those little daydreams formulated into a full blown plan in her head for exactly how she wanted the night to end when she wore it to family dinner that weekend.

What Elain failed to remember, however, is that when he saw her, they wouldn’t be alone. So while her sisters and friends all complimented her new dress, all she got that night when Azriel walked in the house and finally got his first glimpse of her, was a slight widening of his eyes and the quickest flash of his perfect teeth as they raked over his bottom lip.

It wasn’t quite what she’d imagined but it was enough to ignite a spark in her.

To make her brazen.

To make her want to play.

Elain squared her shoulders and enacted her plan - made sure to walk slowly and swish her hips a little more than usual. Made sure her backside just barely brushed against his finely tailored black slacks as she passed between him and Cassian on her way to her seat. She strategically sat across from him, purposefully stood and leaned over the table to reach for a dish - presenting him with a clear view down the top of her new dress.

She knew he had picked up on the game she was playing but she also knew how fiercely competitive Azriel could be. So stubborn that he refused to give her any more than those split second searing gazes that were driving her crazy. Gazes that had her pining for more, desperate for his attention.

She’d have to play dirty to get the reaction she wanted.

…

All rational thought evaded her as she decided to push him further.

Elain held back a grin as she slid a foot out of her slipper, sinking lower into her chair feigning being so full that she couldn’t possibly sit upright any longer. She extended her leg until her toes found their target… and then she watched, utterly delighted, as Azriel froze at the slow drag of her bare foot up his calf.

He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t dare look at her, as she continued moving up, her foot grazing his knee, traveling higher and higher up his muscled thigh until she pressed gently against the front of his trousers. The corner of her mouth curved up when she felt just how efficiently her plan tonight had worked because despite his cool demeanor, every hard inch of him strained against the expensive fabric of his pants.

Before she could make her next move, two things happened in rapid succession.

First, Azriel’s hand wrapped firmly around her foot, his thumb pressing hard into the arch of it.

A half a second later, the unmistakable scent of his arousal flooded the dining room. His control on his shadows seemingly faltering enough that they no longer concealed his scent.

“What the fuck , man?” Cassian groaned, setting down the forkful of mashed potatoes that had been halfway to his mouth. He turned to face the Shadowsinger, a scowl on his face.

“The food isn’t that good, Azriel.” Mor added, chuckling behind her wine glass.

Every eye was on Azriel - everyone waiting for an explanation, pure amusement written on each of their beautiful faces. Everyone except Rhysand, whose eyes were fixed on Elain instead.

She quickly wiped the smirk off her face and willed her cheeks not to brighten, schooling her expression into one of indifference as she looked away from her brother-in-law. She couldn’t give him reason to suspect anything was going on between herself and Azriel, not when she knew very well that he was the reason they’d been sneaking around in the first place. It was all very hard to do when she was still keenly aware of Azriel’s hand wrapped around her foot, his thumb now tracing the sensitive arch. He knew how ticklish she was.

“You’re one to talk, Cassian. Do you want me to tell everyone what was going on in the dining room at the House of Wind during Nesta’s probation period?” Azriel rolled his eyes, no hint of what was going on under the table in his expression. No hint of embarrassment or shame anywhere to be seen as he cracked a joke.

A distraction tactic… and a very effective one at that. Laughter filled the room.

“Leave me out of this.” Nesta cut in, eyes glimmering as she peaked at Cassian who was looking back at her, a sly grin replacing his scowl as they both recalled whatever had happened at the House of Wind.

Based on the way their scents were now mixing with Azriel’s, Elain wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“Oh my god.” Feyre chimed in from the head of the table once the scent of Nesta and Cassian floated over to her. Her head fell into her hands. “What the hell is going on tonight?!”

Every eye previously on Azriel turned to Feyre, all of them giving her the same look - one that conveyed that she should be the last to complain.

How many times had they all been subjected to the scent of her and Rhys over the past few years?

“Okay, okay.” She blushed, immediately catching on. “Forget I said anything.”

That was the distraction needed for Rhys to finally look away from Elain, his inquisitive gaze softening as he gave Feyre a cunning smile.

“This isn’t the first time someone’s gotten worked up at dinner and it won’t be the last.” Amren said finally, twisting a ruby ring around her finger. “Let’s just all say a prayer for whichever of his many secret lovers is on Azriel’s mind tonight. Mother only knows what he has in store for them.” “My money’s on that female from Day Court - she couldn’t take her eyes off of him the last time we were there.” Cassian spoke up, pure mischief in his eyes.

“I bet it’s one of the priestesses from training. I’ve heard the things they say about him when they think I’m not listening.” Mor argued.

“Oh!” Nesta exclaimed. “Cass mentioned something about two friends that look like twins in Winter Court… or maybe there were actually twins… are you partial to taking two people to bed at once, Az?”

Elain considered throwing a fork at her sister.

On and on it went, every one chiming in on which secret lover was the object of Azriel’s desire tonight along with speculations about what exactly he’d be doing to them.

Elain burned with jealousy, trying hard not to picture all of these mystery females that her male was supposedly seeing. But while she sat with the smallest hint of a frown on her lips, Azriel was smiling and laughing as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

Asshole.

Elain pulled her foot out of his grasp, slid it back into her shoe and then abruptly stood and made her way to the kitchen. She’d heard enough.

She was midway through angrily wiping down the kitchen benchtop when a shadow twisted up her arm, floating along her shoulder before caressing her ear.

Jealous, my love?

Elain huffed, scrubbing the already spotless benchtop with even more fervor.

She tries to ignore the message from the mischievous little shadow but then it leaves her ear, trails down her throat and drifts across her breasts.

She brushes it away, her scalp tingling at that phantom touch. “Tell your master his presence is required in my room after dinner.”

…

Elain stares at the door of her bedroom for what feels like hours waiting for the handle to twist, waiting for the object of her jealousy, the object of her desire, to walk in. In reality, it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes since everyone had either left the house or gone off to their own rooms. She’s just about to surrender herself to the fact that maybe he wouldn’t come, that she’d done all of this for nothing, when a mass of shadows slides under her door and stops in a cloud just two small steps away from her feet.

One shadow escapes from the huddle, trailing up her body just as before until it’s by her ear.

Come.

She knew immediately what she was being asked to do and a shiver of excitement coursed through her even as she hesitated. She’d only done this once before, Truth Teller firmly in her grasp as Azriel’s shadows carried her to put an end to the King of Hybern.

Elain took a deep breath, steeling herself before she stepped forward into the gathering of shadows.

Icy air drew chills from her body as her stomach plunged, the sensation of falling through space overtaking her as everything went black. She supposed this would’ve been terrifying if she didn’t trust him so innately.

She fell for just a few moments before her slippered feet landed on a plush rug. The darkness faded, the shadows leaving her to slip back to the Spymaster that was standing across the room from her.

Elain didn’t look at him for longer than it took to acknowledge that he was in fact there before her eyes scanned her new location.

The room was just a bit smaller than her own bedchamber - the view from the window to the left of her hinted that they were on the third or fourth floor of a building overlooking the river.

It was too well kept to be a room in an inn. Perhaps an apartment?

The space was sparse - a large simple bed covered in soft white linen, a tall mirror, an armchair, and a wardrobe were the only pieces of furniture. There were no decorative items, nothing to hint that anyone actually occupied the space.

When Elain finally gave in and looked at Azriel, he was staring right back at her. She knew he would be - her skin may as well have been on fire with the way she was burning under his gaze.

“Is this where you bring all your lovers?” She broke the silence. She kept her voice steady, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing a single ounce of what she actually felt. Even the way she stood, completely relaxed, feigned indifference.

Azriel chuckled, slowly crossing the room until he stood inches from her. “Just the one.”

She swallowed, her heart thumping in her chest. He was so close and the way he was looking at her… all she wanted was to touch him. But she couldn’t give in. Not yet. She refused to make it so easy for him.

“What game is this, Elain?” She could feel the bass of his voice in her bones. Both hated and loved the way her world stopped whenever he said her name like that.

Elain couldn’t take it. Two more seconds of this searing eye contact and she wouldn’t be able to hold back. Wouldn’t be able to stop from falling to her knees and reaching for his belt.

“Where are we?” She ignored his question.

“Investment property.” Azriel shrugged as if it was nothing, as if he had more important things to discuss. “In between tenants at the moment so I thought we could take advantage.”

The mischievous look he gave her while his thumb grazed his lower lip made her head spin.

She tore her gaze away from those lips and turned away from him, found the mirror across the bed and walked towards it. Watched through the reflection the way his eyes shamelessly fell to her backside.

“Do you like my dress?” She skimmed her hands innocently down the sheer corset covering her waist, over the swell of her hips.

She knew his weaknesses - knew that he had a particular soft spot for the generous curves of her thighs, her ass.

“I think you know I do.” Azriel’s eyes darkened as they followed the path her fingers traced over her body. She’s sure he marks the slight tremble in her hands. The physical manifestation of her anticipation.

“Do I? You never said anything… even Cassian said I looked ravishing.” Elain smirks at the flash of jealousy that appears on his face for a split second at the mention of his brother’s name.

“I thought you felt just how much I liked your dress when you pulled your little stunt at dinner.” He gives her a pointed look before his eyes slowly rake over her. He takes his time surveying every little detail, something he didn’t have the leisure of doing before.

Azriel steps forward until he’s right behind her, placing his hands on her hips, over her own hands. He leans down until his lips are at her ear. “You are devastating, Elain. Absolutely, devastatingly beautiful.”

Elain’s eyes flutter shut as she leans back into him until her head falls gently against his chest, breathing deeply as she tries to remember what her plan had been.

“I bought it for you, you know.” The words leave her in a whisper as his lips ghost over her neck.

“Is that so?” He straightens, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“It’s the same colour as your siphons.” Elain pulls her hands from under his to trace the glowing cobalt siphons strapped to his wrists.

“And when I tried it on, I pictured your siphons… your hands…” Her fingers delicately run over the raised scars on his hands. Scars that he once couldn’t bear to look at until she came along and called them beautiful. “I thought of how much I wanted you to take this dress off of me at the end of the night.”

Elain hears him groan. Feels the way that groan rumbles through his chest. Relishes in the way his cock hardens against her lower back when he presses his hips against her.

She bites down on her lower lip, holding back a moan of her own at the feeling.

“Take it off me, Azriel.”

Elain thought he’d make quick work of getting her out of the dress once those words had left her lips but she should’ve known better. Should’ve known this little game between them wasn’t anywhere near over.

Azriel’s hands move at a glacial pace.

They drift from her hips up to her waist, fingertips skimming over the sheer lace of the corset, over the sensitive skin of her ribcage

She shivers as his thumb brushes over a spot right in between her ribs, on her sternum. Over the dark violet mark on her otherwise pale skin.

“I could see this the entire night which means everyone else could too.” Azriel remarks, his eyes still on hers.

She’d been aware of this - that this secret mark was visible even through her dress. The visual evidence of exactly where his lips and tongue had been a week ago on display for all to see. It should’ve been gone by now, with her quick healing skin. But Elain had taken to pressing her own fingers against the mark each night since, pain fading into pleasure as she recalled just how she’d come by it in the first place. She wanted that indentation of him on her skin forever.

“Seems like you were determined to take all sorts of risks tonight.” He whispers into her hair as his hands continue to travel up until they’re over the cups of the corset. One finger traces where the structured silk neckline meets the tender skin of her breasts before his large fingers splay over her, squeezing gently. His thumbs drag over peaked nipples and then his hands are gone from her entirely - leaving her heavy and aching.

She opens her mouth to protest when he takes half a step back but then his hands are back on her. One hand caressing the back of her neck before moving down the bare skin at the top of her spine. The other hand finds its home on the curve of her backside where he squeezes. Hard.

Then finally, finally , his hands meet at the small of her back, where the ribbons of her corset had been tied into a neat bow.

Azriel’s head dips down - his lips settle at the junction of her jaw and neck as he tugs on the ribbon, undoes the bow.

He does it all with careful attention, delicately uncrossing and pulling ribbon from grommets, his fingertips and knuckles leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever they graze her bare back.

“Let’s see what’s underneath this dress, shall we?” He mutters against her jaw, his eyes once again meeting hers.

He says it like it’s the first time. As if he’s never seen her undressed before. As if he hasn’t studied every part of her body in intimate detail time and time again.

Azriel pulls the sides of the corset apart, runs his hands up her back to meet where the sleeves start at the very corner of her shoulders and then he slowly pulls them down her arms. Elain’s breath hitches. The sensation of cool air hitting her overheated skin with each bit of her that he reveals is almost too much to bear.

When he helps her slip her arms out of the sleeves, when the top of the dress falls to her waist, her breasts dropping back to their natural position - no longer held up by the structured boning - she glances at him. The slightest bit of insecurity settles in her stomach at the difference between how her breasts had looked a second ago to how they look now. Without the corset they settle into a bell shape, the roundness of them more evident at the bottom of her breasts than the top.

There’s no disappointment in Azriel’s expression, however - nothing but clear want and need as his thumbs trace the heavy curve of her lower breasts before coming up to run around and over her rosy nipples.

When his hands leave her breasts to travel down, to push her dress off completely, she stops him. Turns in his arms and places a hand on his chest, walks him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. Azriel takes her cue, sits down with his legs spread and reaches to pull her in between them. She evades his grasp.

“Elain.” The warning tone in his voice makes her core clench.

Elain fumbles to keep a grasp on the confidence she needs to proceed with the next part of her plan for the night instead of just giving in and letting him have his way with her. She’s pushing his patience but losing her own in the process.

“Azriel.” She sings his name, taunting him. “Did you really think I’d just let you have me so easily? After I had to listen to everyone talk about all your lovers? All the things you’ve done with them?”

Elain takes in a shaky breath as her fingers clutch the fabric still settled at her waist, easing it down around her hips.

“Maybe I should’ve told them about all the things we do. All the things you do to sweet, innocent Elain when we’re alone.” She watches him closely as her dress falls to the floor in a heap. “Maybe I should’ve told them just how much sweet, innocent Elain wanted you to bend her over the table and take her right then and there.”

Azriel's eyes darken at her words, his pupils completely blown. But his eyes aren’t on her face anymore. They aren’t on her breasts. No… they’re focused solely on the small scrap of satin covering her sex. The underwear that’s the exact same shade of blue as her dress, as his siphons. Except for the slightly darker patch of blue right in between her thighs, where the proof of her arousal has dampened the delicate fabric.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Azriel chokes out, his hands ball into his fists on his lap as if it’s taking every ounce of his strength to not touch her.

“What?” Elain bites her lip as she toys with the tiny little peach coloured bow on the waistband of her cobalt underwear. “You said you wanted to see what was under my dress… don’t you like your surprise?”

“If I’d known those were hiding under there, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from fucking you on that dining table… whether anyone was there to see or not.” Azriel presses his palms into his thighs. “Come here.”

“Not yet, Az.” She shakes her head even if it kills her to do so.

“Haven’t you drawn this out long enough?” Azriel stands, walks to her, but stops just a couple feet short. “ Come . Here .”

Elain laughs.

He's still not getting it. Still not backing down.

“I should really make you beg.” She raises an eyebrow, spelling out exactly what she wants before turning and walking back towards the mirror.

Just as before, his eyes fall to her ass. At how little of it her underwear covers.

Elain stops in front of the mirror and carefully undoes her hair. It cascades down her back, so long that the ends stop just a few inches above the small of her back. She trails a hand down her body, over that mark on her sternum, in between her legs. Azriel goes rigid as he watches two of her fingers trace over the wet patch of satin.

Elain’s eyes flutter shut. “I should really make you watch as I make myself come.”

When she opens her eyes again, Azriel isn’t where she left him. He’s directly behind her. Wings flared out to their full wingspan. And he’s on his knees.

“What are you - ?” Elain turns quickly to face him, looking down at him as Azriel looks up at her through his long, dark lashes.

His eyes glimmer with challenge even as he’s kneeling before her.

“You told me to beg.” He says simply, voice dark. “I’m begging.”

Elain whimpers as Azriel’s hands trace up her legs until they find their place high on the back of her thighs. “Let me taste you, Elain.”

Her hands land in his hair, clutching the strands as he bows lower and places a kiss just above each of her knees. “Please let me taste you.”

He kisses higher, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Please let me make you come on my tongue.” His breath is hot, directly over where she’s ready and waiting for him.

She can barely stand still any longer. All she wants is his mouth on her.

“Do it.”

The words are barely out of her mouth when Azriel’s tongue presses flat to her center, over her underwear. The slide of his tongue over the fabric creates the most sensational friction that her knees threaten to buckle.

Hours… Days… How long has she been imagining this very moment?

Azriel pulls her towards him to keep her upright, fingers digging into the back of her thighs so hard that she knows there’ll be marks left when he’s done. The thought of that makes her smile.

He makes no move to take her underwear off, only pushes the satin to the side before his mouth is directly on her. His nose brushes her clit, his tongue is at her entrance, and Elain is lost to the world.

Azriel is well practiced in getting what he wants out of her and the anticipation that’s been building all evening, all week, has heightened every single touch. Long, languid swipes of his tongue, a finger stroking that specific spot inside her with just the right pressure, and a gentle run of his teeth over her clit is all it takes before she’s falling apart quicker than either of them would’ve thought possible.

His mouth stays on her throughout it all, his tongue deep inside her as he takes everything she’s willing to give him. Her hands pull at his hair, his scalp tingles. He wants to live here, between her thighs forever. Every bit of him is consumed by the feel, the smell, the taste of her.

Azriel catches her when her knees actually do give out and she’s unable to hold herself up any longer. He pulls her down to him, wraps her in his arms, strokes her hair. Then once she’s finally caught her breath, when she looks up at him with that blissful expression, he gives her a look that has her heart pounding all over again.

“Hands and knees.” He demands, pulling away from her to stand up. “Face the mirror.”

Elain stares at him for a second before doing exactly as he asked. Shifts shakily until she’s on all fours.

“Did you think I’d let you…” Azriel trails off for a second, momentarily distracted by the view in front of him. He unbuttons his shirt and slips it off his shoulders before continuing. “Did you really think you could tease me all night long and get away with it?”

She looks at him over her shoulder. Takes in the glorious sight of him. All his golden skin and dark tattoos and the occasional scar. She presses her thighs together at the sight of him removing his belt, his trousers. Her mouth waters when his fingers wrap around his cock.

He walks around her, fist sliding down his length over and over again, until he’s standing in between her and the mirror. His other hand grasps her chin, tilts her face up to look at him.

“Open.” He keeps his hand on her jaw as she obeys, her lips parting to let him guide himself into her waiting mouth.

Azriel bites back a moan as she takes his cock. He goes slow at first, pulling out and going back in another inch deeper each time until she’s taking the full length of him in one go. When he pulls out the next time, he pauses for just a second to gather her hair in a fist at the nape of her neck, and then he’s back in her mouth, her nose bumping against his lower stomach with each thrust of him into her mouth and down her throat.

“Eyes on me.” His hand taps her cheek the second her eyelids start to close. Elain forces them back open, eyebrows pulling together as she focuses on breathing through her nose, on relaxing her throat enough to take him the way she knows he likes.

Elain loves this. Loves when he fucks her mouth like this. She loves knowing her voice will have a little rasp to it tomorrow because of it, because of him.

He keeps going until tears are running down her face, doesn’t stop until her nails press firmly into his thigh.

“Want you in me.” She gasps when he withdraws from her, gulping down air as she looks up at him.

Azriel nods, lets go of her hair and wipes the tears from under her eyes. He’s made an absolute mess of her.

Elain lowers her upper body to the rug, arches her back - presents herself to him. Wordlessly telling him how she wants him.

He settles behind her, adjusts her underwear until he can see where she’s unbelievably wet for him. So wet that her inner thighs are glistening with her arousal. He holds her open with one hand, drags his cock along her - the very tip of him bumping her clit once - before he lines himself up at her entrance.

Azriel fucks her cunt the same way he fucked her mouth. Slowly. Gives her one excruciating inch at a time until she’s stretched enough to take him completely. When he’s inside her fully for the first time, he lowers his body over hers. His back is pressed tight against hers, his lips are against her ear. “I’ve missed you.”

Elain is so overwhelmed from the fullness of him seated so deep inside her coupled with the heaviness of his body on top of hers that she almost weeps at the sincerity of his words.

I’ve missed you.

Not “I’ve missed being in you.”

Not “I’ve missed fucking you. ”

But “I’ve missed you.”

“I always miss you.” She replies, lets him hear the sincerity in her voice, too.

Azriel grips her throat, lifts her head up as he thrusts into her slow but precise. His hand is still around her throat when their eyes meet in the mirror. His chin is hooked on her shoulder. “Watch… watch as I fuck you. See how pretty you look when you take my cock.”

He picks up his pace, the sound of his hips hitting her ass echoes around the room louder and louder with each punishing thrust. Elain tries to hold back the noises that are coming out of her as he angles up, hitting that spot in her that he memorised long ago.

“Let it out, my love.” His teeth close around her earlobe. “There’s no one to hear you here. Just me.”

She’ll never get enough of him. Never tire of having him inside her. Each time is euphoric, the feeling of him stretching her, that blissful first few seconds of sweet pain as her body adjusts to the size of him before pure pleasure takes over. She can’t imagine ever going without this, without him.

“Azriel.” She whispers his name at first, fighting to keep her eyes open and on him. She doesn’t want to miss a moment either. “Azriel, Azriel, Azriel! ”

His name leaves her lips louder each time, the volume of her voice matching the intensity with which he takes her. She can see clearly how it’s affecting him, can see how close he is to finishing.

The image of them moving together, of him fucking her, has her right on the edge too.

“With me.” She begs. “Come with me. Come in me. Please.”

Her knees are burning, the friction of the rug underneath her taking its toll. The burn of it mimics the burn in her core. The release that’s just within her reach.

One more hard thrust is all it takes.

“Azriel.” She breathes as she comes apart. His grip on her throat tightens slightly and her eyes roll back at the lightheadedness that threatens to consume her as she pulses frantically around him.

“You’re the only one, Elain.” He mutters into her shoulder as he comes. His eyes are still fixed on her face as he fills her. “This is all for you.”

When he pulls out of her, when his hand drops from around her neck, when she feels him drip out of her and down her thighs, Elain whimpers at the emptiness she feels.

She’s barely aware of him sliding her underwear off of her and gathering her in his arms. Only vaguely hears the praise he’s whispering in her ear as he stands up, still holding her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He carries her into an adjoining bathing chamber, helps her into the bath that’s already waiting for them.

Azriel leans down over the tub, kisses her for the first time that night - for the first time in a week. It’s slow and sweet… almost chaste. The complete opposite of what they just did. Elain savours it, let’s it bring her back to this realm, reacquaints herself with the feel of his lips soft against hers.

“I’ll get us some wine.” He kisses the very corner of her mouth and then disappears for just a minute before he’s back with a bottle and two glasses. He hands her a glass as he climbs in and settles into the water to face her.

…

Two glasses of Rhys’ good faerie wine is all it takes before Elain is tipsy- wine spilling out of her glass and into the water as Azriel plants kisses all over her face. He can’t keep her hands off of her under the water, grasping and groping her hips, her thighs, her ass. If they keep on like this, there’s no chance she’d be making it home before the sun is up.

She plants a hand on his chest, playfully pushes him away. She can’t stop giggling.

“What’s so funny?” He smirks.

“Just…” She giggles as she blushes, suddenly shy. “Everyone thinks they know us, but they have no idea how… imagine if they had any idea we…”

“ Fuck? ” Azriel says it for her with a conspiratorial tone, lightly mocking her inability to get the word out herself. His hands grip her tighter as he pulls her on top of him. He draws his knees up and she gasps as the movement shifts her forward, over the hard length of him. “They’d probably think I corrupted you. If they only knew all the filthy things in that head of yours.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Elain coyly downs the rest of her wine, sets the glass down on the floor next to Azriel’s.

One more time, she tells herself.

Her hands move under the surface of the water, positioning him where she needs him before she lowers herself down. “I’m leaving after this.”

“Whatever you say, my love.” Azriel replies before his lips close around her breast.

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