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touyasdoll · 9 months

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After Class

pairing: professor!Gojo x student!reader (fem)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: inappropriate power dynamics, professor kink, power play, cum eating, oral (f!receiving), reader is wearing a thong and a skirt, semi public sex, rough sex, let me know if I missed any

notes: turns out I can still write smut, I think. hope you enjoy <3

"My next class is in 20 minutes, gorgeous," Satoru coos in your ear, grinding the tent in his slacks against your thinly clad pussy, only concealed by the fabric of your cotton thong beneath your skirt.

"You should hurry up and fuck me then already. I don't wanna keep you, professor," you purr, glancing back at him over your shoulder as you drop your hips back.

A moan leaves your lungs as you grind on his length just right, sending a shiver along your spine as your soaked cunt clenches around nothing.

He does love to tease, but he doesn't have the luxury of time today and he knows it. He's also so hard that it's beginning to hurt and the noises coming from you only make it worse.

"I want to keep you though," he whispers smoothly as he drapes himself across your back, lowering himself on his long arms to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

He nips at it, reaching down to free himself from his pants before he flips your skirt up and hooks a finger into the thin strip of cotton separating him from what he's after.

Should he be fucking a student? No.

Does he care when his cock is buried inside you though? Also no.

"M'all yours for the next 19 minutes, baby. Make 'em count," you say as you reach over to grab onto the edge of the desk as you shake your ass.

"You're gonna be mine for a lot longer, princess," he replies as he glides the head of his dick against your folds, letting your juices soak the tip before he slowly sinks inside of you.

A groan pulls from him as your breathless gasp echoes back at your from the surface of the large wooden desk. He's so big it's mind numbing. Even when he takes his time.

"Fuck, Satoru," you breathe his name out, whimpering when he starts to move.

He slowly draws his hips back, the motion occuring in time with the handsome smirk spreading across his face, which only portrays a fraction of the insanity this man is able to convey.

"I'd love to hear you say my name when I'm not inside you. It sounds so good on your tongue," he says as he stands tall and grabs your hips, rolling his own at a steady pace.

"It'd probably make me hard anyway," he continues as he suddenly picks up the tempo, gripping your hips hard enough to threaten to leave bruises in the wake of his long fingers as his thrusts start to jostle your entire frame.

You cry out, wholly overwhelmed by the sensations flooding your entire body. It's easy to forget just how good it feels when you're with him until you find yourself here again, drowning in him while his cock drowns in you.

You grip the edge of the desk tighter, clinging to it as the two of you both struggle not to grow too loud for fear of alerting someone passing by in the hall to your illicit activities.

"Holy shit, you feel so fucking good, baby," he growls through grit teeth, colliding with you at an almost unnatural pace as his cock grows impossibly harder inside of you. "So tight. S'like your pussy doesn't wanna let me go."

You wish you could respond, but you can't. Not with the way it feels like he's threatening to puncture your lungs with every unforgiving shift of his hips. It's all you can do to hang on while the pressure inside of you grows with each passing second.

You do respond with a cry, one of pure pleasure. Your nails press hard into the wood, clutching despertely like it's your only tether to this realm, because it is. The euphoria coursing through you, promising that it will overcome you, is so all encompassing that it nearly blinds you; it strikes you dumb.

He looks down, committing to memory the glorious sight of his cock plunging in and out of you, punishing your cunt. His and his only. You are his and, in this moment, you both know it, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

He puts his all into giving you what you want, what he knows that you need, driving himself into you with every ounce of strength that he has, spurred on by the need to claim you, even though he already has you right where he wants you. Pliant and accepting beneath him.

"Need you to cum for me, gorgeous. Can you do that?" he asks, his voice much more calm than his body feels as every inch of him grows taut, threatening to snap if pulled any tighter.

You nod, you think you do, at least. Everything is rendered inconsequential as something inside you explodes, making you see stars even when your eyes roll back inside of your head.

He wraps a hand around your mouth, presesing it tight over your face to muffle the feral scream that pours from you. You couldn't stop it if you tried, not if your life depended on it.

"That's it. That's fucking it, baby," he mutters a second before his own end comes to claim him, stealing all of the breath from his lungs and inspiring his body to move on it's own.

His hips cast into yours as his seed spills into your womb, filling you completely as you whine and readily accept it, pushing yourself up with what strength you have left in your body to thrust your hips back to meet his own, drawing out his pleasure as he draws out yours.

"Satoru," you breathe out, sighing in ecstasy and your body gives out, thumping onto the desk while his motions stutter and then still.

He drapes himself over you, kissing along the back of your neck to nip at your flesh, to have one last taste of you before he reluctantly parts his form from yours, slipping out of you and sending a sinful mixture of both of your essences dripping onto the floor.

"You are going to be the death of me," he murmurs into your ear, kising the side of your face.

"I could say the same," you sigh, eyes heavy and body seemingly lifeless as you try to will your legs to move, but it's useless with every neuron inside you still firing and him lazily draped across your back.

"At least we'll go together," he muses, his lips quirking into a smile as he nips your ear one last time, sending a shiver down your spine before he stands tall to tuck himself back into his pants.

You push yoursself up once you've recovered, tilting your head to one side as you look him over and hop up onto the desk.

"Eat it," you command cooly, looking him straight in his baby blue eyes that have reduced you to nothing time and time again.

"What?" He quirks a brow, looking you over.

"Eat your cum out of my cunt, Satoru," you demand again as you lay back on your elbows and part your legs, displaying the mixture of you and him trapped between your thighs, leaking out of you.

He looks down, eyes widening slightly before he flashes you that smirk that never fail to make your knees weak and sinks down to his own.

His hands come up to hold onto your thighs, fingers running aong your still sensitive skin as his breath fans your core before he dives in, ice blue eyes locked with yours.

You gasp, your hand flying into his snow white locks to tug gently as his eyes flutter and falls closed while he devours you. His tongue laps at your pussy, greedily tasting the concoction of your escapades.

"Fuck," he murmurs into you, sucking on your clit just to smirk when you whine.

He does as you bid him, tasting the salt of his own design and the sweetness of you, letting it bathe his tongue as he cleans you. Rids you of the evidence of the sin you both committed so willingly, but he doesn't stop.

He doesn't stop even as your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging harshly at the stark white tresses that have been turned wild by your touch. If anything, he laps more incessantly at your center, sending you careening off into an abyss that you haven't seen before. That you haven't had the intene pleasure of seeing until he brought you there and tosses you over that precipice.

You howl and he reaches up, clamping his hand down over your mouth as your hips grind desperately against his face. He groans against your folds before he wreches himself away to stand up and claim your mouth, as if he hadn't taken enough already.

You kiss him back, tasting yourself on his tongue as his slides against yours, exploring your mouth without shame, because that was left at the door when you two were together. There was no place for it.

The handle on the door jiggles, stirring both of you as your heads whip towards the door nearest the front of the room.

"Fuck," you hiss, trying to collect your senses as you push him off and stand up, adjusting your panties and your skirt.

"Fucking early birds," he mutters as he wipes his chin, staining the sleeve of his shirt with your juices.

You move to grab your bag and he follows you, his long legs allowing him to keep up even with your head start.

He catches your wrist and you find yourself bumping into his imposing frame. As lean as he looks, it's all muscle. All height, towering over you as he bends down, catching your jaw with his other hand as he kisses you again.

You get lost in it, the knocking on the door fades away as you savor his taste—your taste—again.

"I'll be seeing you, beautiful," he says softly, a dangerous glint in his eye as he gives your hand a squeeze and lets you go.

You flash him a smile and grab your things as you chew on your lip, making for the door towards the back as he heads for the one at the front.

With one last longing glance, the both of you turn the respective handles in your grasp and you slip out of the room, retreating into the hallway to carry on with your day, traces of him lingering on your skin. In your soul, where he now resides.

thank you for reading! likes, reblog, and comments are all greatly appreciated ❤️

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narcissistshandler · 6 months

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Can you fo reader x JongGun🙏

Like after Daniel broke his arm, he comes to your apartment, you might worried, teasing him or being jealous, and everything happens after that...

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘?

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 gn! reader x park jong gun

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab reader, bottom! gun, anal sex, masturbation (mentioned), jealous behavior, thoughts about hurting and drawing blood (in a romantic way), broken bones, and some sadism/masochism at the end

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 yeah, I didn't like the result of that (this has not been edited so please let me know if there is any mention/hint of the reader's gender)

He was already there when you arrived, even if you didn't notice his presence, one with the shadows of the room. It was as if he purposefully sought to hide and leave you with the uncomfortable feeling that you weren't alone, that there were eyes following you, and that there was something out of place - even if you didn't know for sure what.

And when you flicked the finger on the switch and the room filled with light, you couldn't help but jump when saw him sitting on your bed, with an unusual smile on his face, the eyes darker than usual, and wearing only one of your shirts. There was a tension there that you only felt when you stepped towards him and saw the spark of amusement in the curve of his lips, the excited insanity.

The air seemed to grow thicker, even though you merely tried to engage him in shallow conversation. Which you already had enough experience with to know it was difficult. Gun was reserved, in the best of words. He came and went as he pleased, had what he wanted and then disappeared without even an explanation.

What were you? You asked yourself every damn day. Your circle was smaller than it seemed, you heard his name quite often and it wasn't uncommon to bump into him, he also had the keys to your house, but that didn't make what you had something serious.

You tried not to think about it as Gun kissed you - ravaged your mouth as if he was furious with you, or at the very least, very excited. He was eager today - pulling your clothes off, biting your neck, fighting the fabric of your pants to get to your dick as quickly as possible. He was also talkative, 'I prepared myself for you while I waited', 'I thought about you while I did it', he said, knowing exactly how to tease you and leave you wanting him. 'I came on your bed, on your sheets, on your pillow', and you can almost smell him in your room after those words leave his mouth.

And his ass really was prepared for you, dripping with lube on your bed and his hard dick forming a tent under the shirt he had stolen from your closet.

You felt like a crazy person, like an addict who couldn't fight the source of the addiction. Gun only had to spread his legs for you, and like an eager puppy, you lined yourself up with a shaking hand on the relaxed hole and sank inside, where you belonged. What are we? The question came back to you. What does all this make us? Because you knew it had been months, maybe years, since Gun had slept with anyone else, neither did you.

You grabbed Gun's hands, somehow wanting to force him to answer the question that didn't even come out of your mouth and tried to hold his arms up. You wanted to know if he felt the same way. "Urgh," Gun groaned, and easily fought against your power. The sound full of pain and discomfort sounded alien in his mouth and it completely captured your attention. Only then did you notice that Gun wasn't moving one of his arms, which was swollen and turning red.

Your movements began to slow down, until they almost stopped. "Don't you dare!" He grunted, legs immediately wrapping around your waist and heels digging into your ass.

"You’re hurt, you need to go to the hospital," you argued, not being able to help but worry, but Gun wasn’t having any of it. Even with one of his arms broken, he moved as nimbly as usual and he easily reversed your positions so that he was now sitting on top of you, your cock not even leaving the heat of his hole. "You're fucking insane!" you moaned at the show of strength. Gun looked damn erotic on top of you, riding you, even with one of his arms limp at his side, wrapped in the long sleeve of your shirt.

"As if you didn't already know that," he replied, the smile wide on his kiss-swollen lips. "I came here to fuck, not get medical advice, so shut up and let me work."

But you just couldn't shut up. "What- ah, happened?" You asked through clenched teeth as you watched Gun's long, firm legs sink into the mattress with each rise and fall, his dick hidden under the shirt forming a wet spot on the fabric.

Gun responded to you without haste, releasing disjointed sentences and words as he mounted you, firmly and quickly, successfully taking the breath away from both of you. “Charles Choi,” he said, and then “fight” and a “brat” that he repeated a few times and that you didn’t think much of until you noticed who it referred to – Daniel.

"Daniel broke your arm?" You repeated his words, your fingers digging into Gun's thighs in a failed attempt to slow him down so you could make sure you heard him right.

Gun's smile seemed to get even bigger, and for the first time, you hated seeing him smiling.

"Why? Jealous?" And only Gun would think anyone would be jealous of someone taking blood and breaking someone else's bones. But then wasn't that what you were feeling? Not anger at Daniel for hurting Gun, but jealousy. Jealousy that you wasn't the one to hurt him, leave your mark behind on Gun's body and that Daniel was the one to get Gun all hot and excited.

That strange, possessive part of your mind stirred - you almost wanted to draw blood from Gun at that moment.

"You’re a slut," you accused, not at all denying Gun’s statement. He chuckled and swiveled his hips in a sensual circle, the good hand resting on your stomach. He was teasing you, you realized.

Then the notion hit you, you didn't need to resort to such methods to mark him as yours, after all, only you were capable of having him like this, naked, in your bed, with hot cheeks and fucking himself on your dick. You had already left your mark implanted deep into his body where you doubted anyone else would ever be able to be.

Your feet dug into the mattress, hips jumping off the bed to slam against Gun's ass. The sound he made was downright obscene, what looked like tears glistening in the corners of his black eyes, the psychotic smile still there. He was yours, it was the first time you noticed. He had chosen to come to you, because no one else knew this slutty side of him, because no one else could feed that side, only you.

Gun fell willingly against your chest, moaning and trying to move back against you, hungry, looking for more of your cock, more of the aggression and pain. Pain. One of your hands rested on his back, keeping him lying on top of you and the other wandered, found Gun's long fingers and then closed around his wrist, tightly and then, you pulled his broken arm.

The scream that came from Gun's throat would forever be etched in your memory; his cock twitched and spilled, further soiling the shirt he was wearing.

At that moment, you knew what you two were, complete lunatics who would always find in each other exactly what they needed. There were no longer any doubts.

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wordsinhaled · 1 year

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~*~*~ more dreamling domestic vacation ~*~*~

(not described but feels relevant to mention: the fact that morpheus left his coat hanging in hob's closet when he left... so this morning he pulled his clothes from the dream of some goth and hob gets to experience his friend in a siouxsie t-shirt and distressed jeans and boots with about fifty buckles. hob is like, i don't know what happened but i'm glad i introduced you to disintegration.)

“You’re back,” is the first thing Hob says when he opens the door and finds Morpheus there.

Morpheus does not explain himself to anyone, but he feels the sudden urge to explain himself now. Hob Gadling’s surprise is plain on his face. He had not been expected.

“I am,” he says.

“It’s been less than a day,” Hob says, wondering. Happiness breaks over his features as dawn edges over a horizon, slow and radiant.

The reasons for his presence crowd on Morpheus’ tongue—I am still unused to so many dreamers, and your home is so blessedly quiet, and No bed I could craft in my realm would be as comfortable as yours, and—

“I may have… noted your absence,” Morpheus admits.

Hob’s eyes are bright. There is no reproach in them, though Morpheus had indeed left him not more than a day ago; no sense that he is put-upon by Morpheus’ swift and unannounced return. There is only… awe, Morpheus thinks, however tentative. Hob is looking at him the way one looks at a wounded animal they have lured close with a scrap of food held in the palm of an outstretched hand—as if thrilled the ploy has worked, as if any sudden moment will undo the miraculous progress of trust.

Morpheus is uncertain how he feels about being looked upon this way. He is no animal; but the heart housed in this fickle waking body feels like an animal’s heart, skips and stutters over its beats at the sight of Hob Gadling leaning on the doorframe in his pyjamas with a half-eaten slice of toast still pinched between his fingers. There are crumbs on the front of Hob’s shirt and his feet are bare, toes curling into the welcome mat. His shape speaks of the very softness, the very comfort Morpheus had so felt the loss of as to make twenty hours alone in his own realm an agony.

There is no ploy here; only the unfurling of the warm smile Morpheus has learned, over the last fortnight, that he can draw from Hob seemingly at random, and with shocking ease. Today, the sentiment tucked in the curve of his lips looks so clearly like relief that Morpheus can almost feel at ease about imposing.

Come back any time, he’d said. Any time you like. Any time you need. Any hour. My home is your home.

There was, perhaps, never any need for Morpheus to worry. Perhaps.

“Come in,” Hob says, “please.”

He steps aside to make space for him, and as Morpheus crosses the threshold, he feels the tension already beginning to slip from his shoulders.

#the sandman #dreamling #dreamling domestic vacation #hob trying not to kiss him hello like... it's the hardest thing in the world

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m-ayo-o · 9 months

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don't be sorry

18+ explicit sex college / university Ichigo (21) wc 710

Ichigo obviously loves when you're hugging him and touching him, as you always have- he never wants that to change. But recently there have been some complications.

He's noticing things he probably shouldn't; the arch in your back when you tiptoe to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, the way your small hands touch him so delicately. He savours the way your plush boobs meld to his body, hating himself for imagining how you'd feel in his hands.

Fuck… her waist… Ichigo hugs you back reluctantly, not wanting to get any more turned on as you greet him in your dorm corridor, wearing that cute little skirt.

"Ichigooo!!" You smile and squeeze him tight. "Mm… good morning, y/n," he mumbles, really struggling to fight off his growing erection, already regretting his decision to walk with you to campus today.

You can't help but notice, looking down and chuckling softly, thinking the situation is rather amusing.

Ichigo's cheeks flush pink as he looks down at you with a serious expression, furrowing his eyebrows. He sighs and scans the hallway. There's no one else there, just you two.

"Y/n…" Ichigo starts, bringing one hand to your waist, glaring at your lips, your big eyes, your chest.

He's bites his lip, leaning lower, sighing heavily through his nose. His hand is hot on your skin between your skirt and cropped t-shirt.

"What is it, Ichigo?" You murmur, feeling nervous as you notice a restless glint behind his usually warm, amber irises. You can feel a feverish energy between you, drawing you ever closer.

He looks down, the tent in his shorts is nearly touching you from where he stands, leaning over you. His eyes flick up to yours again, giving you a deep, longing stare.

You can't stop yourselves- your lips crash together as you naively try to hold your ground for a split second, only for the redhead to slam you against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs.

The kiss is hot and fast, his tongue pushing in aggressively as his hands work up your body.

"Ichi- nnn-" you whimper as his fingers find your nipples, rubbing and pinching, "Ichigo-"

"Fuck, y/n…" he pulls away and groans, his dilated pupils staring into yours intently, his lips all wet.

"C-can we...?" your hand fumbles for your key, opening the door, unexpectedly re-entering your flat.

Ichigo slams it closed and takes you up against the cool wood, your thong and skirt nudged out of the way by his swollen tip, pushing in to his base greedily while moaning confessions in your ear, "y/n, been- driving me fucking crazy-" he holds you up, thrusting hard.

"'m sorry," you mumble back, clinging onto him, not quite realising how careless you've been with Ichigo recently.

"You're sorry?" He gives you an incredulous look, allowing all of the images of you to play through his mind again. It's always the same, going to touch himself while imagining your voice, your smile, your hands, your lips.

You have nothing to be sorry about.

"I just- I can't control myself..." he bows his head down in embarrassment, "you're my friend, I- I can't-" he whines out, balls deep in his friend, pushing harder and faster, his moans spilling into the crook of your neck.

"I-Ichigo, it's ok- I, I wan' you too, so bad-" you murmur, feeling his thrusts get sloppy as the deep, achy feeling builds inside you.

He looks up at you, tears pricked in the corner of his eyes.

Oh, what have you done to this man?

"It's ok...? For me- haah, to want you..." his eyes dart to your parted lips, "all the time?" he growls into your mouth, fucking you dumb until you're both cumming hard, making a mess of each other.

"Ichigo..." you pull him close as he sobs into your shoulder, holding you up effortlessly while his body shakes.

You reassure him that you've wanted him too, that you feel the same. You stroke his hair and kiss him until he believes you. He finds it so comforting to know that you need him.

He finally lets you go, you both get cleaned up and he walks you to campus, as promised, his hand in yours.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 10 months

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Adam's Apple worshipping Sitric. That glorious throat deserves attention. Noisy, desperate Sihtric, begging for more. The rest is all you babe, go wild <3.

Warnings: suggestive, 18+, lowkey smut, brief knife play (don't attempt that guys).

Pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 1,5k

Note: I wrote this early morning because the temperature is rising quickly outside and I could not get this onto the page with 32 degrees. I hope this little fic will give you the heatwave you deserve :)

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'You'll have to be quiet for me.'

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'What are you doing?' you sighed with closed eyes as your head fell back upon your husband's shoulder with a slight hum.

'I'm only playing,' his low and soft voice snuck in your ear, followed by a wicked chuckle, only for you to hear, 'and you will have to be quiet for me.'

'I will make you pay for this.'

Sihtric had been taunting and teasing you all day, out in the open as you were mounted upon his horse, his arms around you and hidden underneath his cloak, so no one could see how his hand was slid up under your skirt.

You had warned him. You had warned him several times already, which he only seemed to enjoy.

Surely you wouldn't get your revenge, not while you were travelling and spent the night in the large camp, sleeping amongst other warriors and their wives. Sihtric knew if a room in a tavern had been booked, he would have been in trouble. But you liked to play with him a little more privately, so he wasn't worried about your threats.

But now, hours later in the quiet night, candles casting a faint glow inside your tent, he found out how wrong he had been.

You had kissed his lips and climbed on top without raising suspicion. Sihtric knew you like to sit on top of him, often without it being sexual even, you simply just loved the way he'd look up at you with his big, mismatched eyes and a half smile.

Which he had done just yet.

Until he suddenly felt your soft fingertips trace up and down his neck. Sihtric's smile was fading slowly as he began to frown, confused and perhaps a little worried. His lips parted slightly as he felt how you dragged your nails lightly over his skin, towards his throat. He saw the sudden mischief in your eyes and, in return, you saw how his bare chest rose and fell faster than it had done seconds before.

'Wh- what are you doing?' the uncertainty in his voice pleased you.

'I'm only playing,' you said curtly, drawing circles with your nails around his Adam's apple; his weak spot.

Sihtric inhaled sharply with a hiss and swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he did.

'Please, baby,' his voice hitched, and a high pitched gasp slipped out after he spoke.

The realisation of how he had underestimated you had dawned on him. He was awfully aware that you knew all the ways to make him vocalise his pleasure, loudly. You knew the exact places to tease, making him moan and grunt, you knew the exact ways to kiss, lick, bite, tickle and suck his skin to make him shudder, groaning and growling in pleasure like a beast. And you knew how to make him loud enough for everyone to hear.

'You'll have to be quiet for me,' you purred in his ear before you chuckled.

'Loki,' Sihtric hissed when you pinned his hands above his head and smirked at him.

He felt deceived and tricked. He thought he would get away with teasing you today. Sure, you had warned him, but you had never done this before when there were others around.

Sihtric knew he could stop you if he wanted to. But oh, no, no… he loved this. He wasn't going to stop you, he was merely concerned about how many men would hear his desperate, loud pleas for more, and how they would know you had the fearless, brooding warrior at your mercy.

'You brought this upon yourself,' you giggled darkly and brushed your lips lightly over his throat, 'I warned you, handsome, but you didn't listen.'

Sihtric exhaled sharply and his eyes had darkened when you met them again.

'You didn't listen, did you?'

'N-no,' he breathed, his jaw clenched and eyes fixated on yours while your noses touched lightly.

'And,' you nuzzled the tip of his nose sweetly, 'you know what happens now, don't you?'

'Yes,' Sihtric hissed and bared his teeth to you, 'punish me,' he licked his lips as he snarled softly, 'I need to be punished, my lady.'

'You do,' you chuckled lightly, trailing your hands slowly down his pinned wrists to his tense, muscular arms as you sat back up, 'you will not move your arms.'

'I will not.'

'Good,' you smiled.

You sat back and lightly traced your middle finger over his Adam's apple, smiling as you did. You watched your husband's eyes darken more and more while he kept his jaw clenched, trying to control his breathing as he stared intensely into your eyes.

'The knife,' Sihtric said heatedly, hinting at the knife he kept under his pillow, 'you know what I like.'

'I do, but you are in no position to bark orders right now,' you cooed.

But still, you reached for his knife and placed the tip between his clavicles, no pressure added.

Sihtric gulped with a dangerous smirk and bared his teeth again, breathing out between clenched teeth. He bucked his hips lightly, provoking you, while he kept his arms steady above him. Then slowly, lightly and very carefully you dragged the tip of his knife up his throat, making Sihtric shudder and bite down on his lip, muttering inaudible words as he felt the cold blade move up over his Adam's apple and then being stopped at his chin. You carefully twisted the knife and lightly tapped the flat side of the blade under his chin, adding a little pressure, forcing Sihtric to throw his head back, fully exposing his throat to you.

His breathing was heavy already and his eyes were closed with that half smirk on his face. You put the knife aside and pecked his throat softly with your wetted lips, nipping his skin playfully, earning soft gasps and low moans out of his mouth. You brushed your hand through his soft hair and pulled his head back further and a little to the side, causing Sihtric to let out a loud and sudden groan, which surely others have heard.

'Please,' Sihtric sighed, struggling to keep his body from jerking in pleasure with each touch he felt on his throat, 'more. I need more.'

'More?' you dragged your teeth gently up his neck, 'like this?'

'No, not enough,' he murmured softly while panting heavily, 'more, baby, please.'

You pulled his hair again and softly kissed up under his chin, down his throat with light pecks, and stopped when you reached his Adam's apple. You slowly dragged the tip of your tongue over his bobbing throat, earning another loud and heavy grunt.

'Enough?' you chuckled.

'More!' Sihtric growled hard, his breath hitching again as he desperately needed to be relieved.

A strangled moan escaped his lips to the pleasure he felt when you kissed and sucked his throat. Biting his sensitive skin in between wet kisses, making him arch his hips, breathing loudly as he desperately begged for more. In his wild struggle to control himself he jerked his hands up, knocking over a wooden stool which fell onto a wooden crate with a loud crash, which was heard throughout the entire camp. And as it had woken up most men and women, Sihtric's voice was also heard now.

'Don't stop,' he laughed roughly, 'please!' he groaned loud and heavy when you pinned his arms down again, 'punish me!', he grunted as you rocked your hips against his bucking movements while you kept kissing, nipping and sucking his Adam's apple.

'I will hump you all night, lady,' Sihtric moaned, loud, hard and heavy.

'You will not,' you hissed.

You slipped your hand down his breeches, taking his hard erection, jerking him off as you finally sucked the skin at his throat hard enough to leave love bites all over, to which Sihtric came almost instantly and violently; with ragged breaths, cursing and praising you loudly with a hoarse voice, throwing his head back onto the floor as he bucked his hips up with involuntary jerks, spilling all over your hand when you flicked your tongue against his throat once more.

Sihtric's fingers had been curled around parts of the tipped over wooden stool, squeezing hard to the pleasure he felt which created a snapping sound, along with his loud grunt, breaking the piece of furniture in half at the same time he had spilled all over your fingers.

The next morning Sihtric earned some stares from the other warriors. But unlike he thought, he felt rather confident and simply did not care. He was aware he had been heard yet felt nothing but pride. He would bet that most women here couldn't finish their men off by just teasing their neck and throat and jerking them off for merely 10 seconds.

Sihtric sniffed as he stood outside the tent, looking around the camp which was waking up. At first ignoring the men who looked at him, but then noticing that they weren't really staring, instead, they were giving him cheeky smiles and winks as they walked by, impressed faces and some even gave him a thumbs up, here and there a wolf whistle as they saw the love bruises on his neck.

Sihtric raised his eyebrow, looked back over his shoulder when he heard you approach, and saw your slightly startled face at the sight and sound of the others. Sihtric smirked and pulled you close, after which he kissed your lips passionately for everyone to see, earning another few cheers and wolf whistles as he did.

'I love you, baby,' Sihtric then whispered, but that was only for you to hear.

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 4 months

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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is future!

(547 words.)

Sirius approached Remus' bed in the hospital wing tentatively, pushing the curtain back to see Remus fidgeting with his hands. He glanced up at Sirius' arrival, and his face dropped.

"You're not going to convince me," He said simply, eyes dropping back to his hands.

"Okay," Sirius responded, sitting in the chair beside the bed and reaching out to grab one of Remus' hands. A few seconds passed, Sirius brushing his thumb over the back of Remus' hand. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to try, though." He shrugged, drawing a groan from Remus as he withdrew his hand.

"Christ, really? There's nothing you can say that Madame Pomfrey hasn't already said."

"How come you don't want the cane, Moony? It's only going to help."

"Because, it's-" Remus sighed, dropping his head back onto the pillow and staring at the ceiling. "She's been telling me to do this for a year."

"Yeah?" Sirius asked.

"Mhm." He sat back up, finally seeming to gather the courage to meet Sirius' eye. "If my hip is already bad enough to need a cane, then what the fuck does the future hold? What's going to screw itself up in 5 years, or 10? I mean-" He let out a huff, not noticing as Sirius slowly reached out and laced their fingers together again. "I already know I've got a shorter life expectancy. I don't need some ugly wooden stick as a constant reminder of that." He froze then, surprised with himself. Sirius squeezed Remus' hand reassuringly, thinking carefully before he spoke.

"I see what you're saying," He started, "but you're not giving yourself enough credit, here. You're speaking like you're a bloody statistic." Without thinking, he grabbed Remus' other hand. "You're thinking too much about this. A cane isn't a death sentence. It's meant to make it easier for you to move about. Surely it's healthier to take some of the pressure off your hip and onto something designed to help you, right?" Remus nodded once, before opening his mouth to respond. Sirius didn't let him, he wasn't finished. "Only you would deny something to stop you from being in pain because of the bloody implications," He said with a fond shake of his head. "This isn't the end of the world, okay?"

"...what if it's awful?" He asks once. "I mean... if you hate it. I'll look stupid."

Sirius had to bite back a disbelieving laugh at that.

"Firstly, there's no world where I'd hate something designed to help you," He started, "and also, you won't look stupid. If someone, if Snivellus, thinks that, then that's absolutely on him. If anyone thinks you don't deserve to alleviate your pain, that just shows that they're worth fuck all."

Remus watched him carefully for a moment, face softening. He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind Sirius' ear, thinking.

"Fine," He conceded. "I'll try it, but if I hate it then it's going."

Sirius' face brightened, smiling at Remus.

"That's fine. Absolutely fine." He wouldn't hate it, Sirius knew that. Before Remus could say another word, Sirius stood, lifted a hand to Remus' face and kissed him.

Thank fuck. It was getting unbearable to watch Remus insisting that he was fine when he was wincing every time he went up the stairs.

He just wanted Remus to be okay.

#ugh i love them #this took me an hour??? how #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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jaynovz · 6 months

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Is it time for me to foam at the mouth about one of Silver's most batshit insane decisions in the entire show?

(So the ramble underneath this is literally 2k, so like, make good choices I guess. also pls imagine me as Pepe Silvia meme the entire time)

So I see people talking a lot about how Silver is fucking deranged bonkers banana cakes he has 10,000 snakes in his head instead of a brain and of course I agree this is just Canon.

However, the moments that we focus on are like 3.3, doldrums talking to Billy about Flint controlling reality when he's starving and dehydrated or like what he says in response in 3.10 when Flint tells him his story, about Thomas.

Both of those are very very good moments for Silver being fucking crazy and saying things out loud with his human mouth that no regular unfucked human being would come up with, he set new RECORDS for it, agreed.

TODAY I want to talk about a different moment, what I think is the most egregious example of Derangement. It's in the Silver-Flint gold conversation in 2.7.

Quick context-- Before Silver meets back up with Flint in 2.7 he was sent after a VERYYYY dissatisfying conversation (aka "the gold is still a priority" where Silver challenges Flint on the Vane and the fort and Abigail Ashe plan and Flint lies to his face) to go influence the men to vote for Flint's side of things over Hornigold's. After dealing with the Logan situation in the middle of that (which I don't actually think Flint ever finds out about Silver helping to cover that shit up, but that's not the point right now) he shows back up right in the middle of Hornigold addressing the pirate council and accusing Flint of a bunch of crimes (most of which are accurate lol) and Flint is Angy about "where the fuck has you [Silver] been?" and Silver tells him (loud enough for the entire council to hear mmhmm) that the gold is gone.

Now the order of the scenes, the timeline, means The Reveal about the gold is with Max later, (right, that later is the point it becomes real for us because we're finding out the same as Max's that Silver has made the gold disappear) and so it's hard to keep in mind until a second watch how the entire time there in the tent and Silver is putting on this performance, such a good show about it the whole time and then he goes and talks and gives the speech to the whole fucking combined crew and that entire time we don't know yet.

But Silver knows. He has already engineered a situation where he has convinced to the scouts that they're going to sell the location of the gold to another crew!! He has already removed the Urca gold from right under Flint's nose!! (Which is like the thing that Flint has been working towards for an unknown amount of years since he found out about it right? This thing, this sort of mythical amount of money, which is going to solve problems and effect change and build a future and fulfill Thomas ideals.)

And while he's talking he has already waved his hand and made it disappear in the narrative and he did it so skillfully that we don't even suspect that this is happening until the reveal and so sometimes it's hard to go back and think about the 2.7 tent conversation.

Potentially it doesn't quite HIT on the first watch. Maybe not even the second.

But yeah what I want to draw attention to is that... this ENTIRE TIME, from the moment Silver shows back up, he is putting on the performance of his fucking life. He's ALREADY met the scouts Vincent and Nicholas on the jetty, he's ALREADY convinced them ON THE FLY ON A WHIM to lie to Captain Flint. He's ALREADY coached them through exactly what to say to sell it, to lie to Captain James Flint's fucking face. right??? and THEN only after that does he goes to meet Flint.

And the very specific thing I am focusing on isn't even THAT gamble, which is fucking SCARY CRAZY ALREADY. But the WAY this boy pulls the bluff out, the lengths he goes to during the next convo in the tent about "there is no we. the gold was the inducement" and all that. You know the scene.

I wanna underline how Silver decides midstream, midargument to... FLIP IT AROUND and accuse Flint of making the gold disappear.... when Silver literally just made the gold disappear.

Silver: I believe I've been clear about the nature of my investment here. The gold was the inducement. Now no gold… Flint: It's an unfortunate development that we have to adapt, and quickly. Silver: Adapt? I've had about my fill of adapting lately. Doing your bidding, keeping the crew in line for you. Flint: I wasn't the only one to benefit from that. Silver: It certainly seemed that way. Even now you're the only one benefitting from it. Flint: What are you saying, that I'm benefitting from the gold having disappeared? Silver: It certainly solved a number of problems for you, didn't it? I have half a mind to wonder if you didn't orchestrate this whole thing to your advantage.

So yeah I'm uh, I'm literally foaming im frothing im cappucino right now. I want to put this UNDER THE MICROSCOPE AND STUDY HIM. what in the FUCK. Silver knows the entire time, this ENTIRE EXCHANGE, that not only is the gold still on the beach but that he is gonna fucking SELL THE LOCATION to Max and Rackham. And then sits there cool as a fucking cucumber with his mask of irritability...(because of course if he had nothing to do with it!!) Like of course he would be mad that the gold is gone, because the gold was the inducement RIGHT.

All of the rest of that is a foundation for like the craziest part isn't necessarily that he's putting on the act That's in keeping with him, we've seen that, we saw that he was getting more and more frustrated and that part doesn't surprise us that like he would... I mean we saw him steal the page and we saw him burn the page and we have seen him make these types of kind of batshit decisions so we're like "okay this this checks out."

But the truly deranged part where it goes beyond like it just like they're like literally... he. he. HE ACCUSES FLINT OF THE THING HE JUST DID. There was no reason for you to say that and at this point it's like he is SEEING how CLOSE he can get to the fire, he is seeing how much RISK can be pulled off. He's getting off on poking and sleeping dragon in the eye when he knows very well the entire time that he stole the fucking dragon's gold.

"I have half a mind to wonder if you didn't orchestrate this whole thing to your advantage."

I--

it's... it's some reverse psychology bluffing gamble, it's "let me say what has happened, let me literally ADMIT WHAT I JUST DID but no YOU did it, I projected it onto YOU. hope that you don't think about that too hard. let me hope that this works out"

There was... THERE WAS JUST NO REASON FOR IT. He was already pulling it off, the conversation was. "There is no we" and "I was clear about the nature of my investment" THAT'S ENOUGH. STOP.

there's just no reason for him to have done that but it's because he's fucking crazy he's a crazy person

The way his brain works just does not follow lines of logic like a sane human being!!

FURTHER POINT--

this is how we also get to the point where he convinces himself to go to Charles Town (because we see him go to Charlestown!! we see him on the ship the next time!! in 2.8!!)

and he says to the scouts that, yknow, paraphrasing "we came on this endeavor in order to allay suspicion about the fact that we have all double crossed this crew that we are sailing with right now including Flint"

now the thing about that is that and I think I've mentioned this before, but I don't know if I've said it in a formal post that so many people had defected/deserted because the gold was gone and they had no appetite for storming the fort after that. And then Silver went and convinced to the rest of the crew remaining to go to Charlestown to seek the pardons right and that's what Flint wanted him to do. So if Silver then defected because the gold was indeed the inducement and there was no gold then I don't think Flint would have fucking batted an eye!!!

And neither would anyone else!! because even though Silver is very useful to Flint as a tool right now, Flint was very mission-focused, very Miranda-focused very pardons-focused, very "let's fulfill Thomas's dream"-focused. So even though he does and has needed Silver a lot recently to influence the crew, I don't think he was really thinking about him basically for two-three episodes after that basically. Cuz they don't talk again, right, and they are just not in each other's orbit for 2.8, 2.9, 2.10.

So what that tells me is that Silver goes to Charlestown and he just... really didn't have to he could have stayed in Nassau and assisted Max or just laid low until the gold got retrieved and then potentially taking his share and left before Flint crew got back!!

I've talked about this specific part before where Silver says that their safety is contingent upon whether Flint is successful in his endeavor or not. Like he says that out loud to Vincent (which is the most bat ship banana cakes bonkers thing ever) about it because he's basically hitched his horse to the outcome of this pardon situation when he absolutely didn't have to do that to get the goal he and the scouts could have all just deserted and no one would have been the wiser because so many crew had, including Dufresne, because of the gold situation!!

Now there's some arguments here about well.... one of our main characters cannot just leave.

But because the writers have created a party member who wants to leave the party what they then keep having to do is invent more and more convoluted mental gymnastics to himself to continue staying and following Flint which is why at the end of the day I sort of can't really see a situation where the Silverflint thing is not like the main thing because they're both obsessed with each other in different ways (and Silver is obsessed first because he doesn't fucking leave and there's a bunch of reasons he should and there's a bunch of chances for him to do so) and so it all starts to look real fucking gay

But yes uh circling back... Silver lies to Flint's fucking face about the gold, going so far as to ACCUSE HIM of making it disappear, then goes on an extremely dangerous errand trapped on a ship full of people who he double crossed with two scouts with loose lips... when, in order to guarantee his future, if we're looking at actual real logic and actual real pragmatism and survival instincts and not just "oh I have to follow Flint because ummmm -dial up sounds-",

Then he should have stayed in Nassau.

#black sails #black sails meta #john silver #long post #disclaimer that I basically just sat in the bed last night and did speech to text ramble to my phone for an hour #and this is what we came out with #please imagine in all ways but physical me sitting next to you on a comfy couch with two fingers of rum #furiously ranting and gesturing about him with a roller coaster amount of volume variation #and you would be accurate as to the mood this post is supposed to convey #thoughts #like I cannot stress how long of a post this is I am not sorry but also buckle up buttercakes #i ahve been waiting for nearly a month to fully articulate this and I still dunno if I managed it #okay I've been waiting three years #i think i repeat myself oops #Charles town au

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luveline · 2 years

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some baby blurb for robin with very feminine reader?💞 i just feel like she would quietly admire reader a lot or go on ranting about how beautiful they look

robin :'( i love her sobmuch (incl. non sexual nudity)

You sit on the couch with your legs folded between Robin's, not strictly comfortable but reluctant to move away from her when she gets like this. You'd discarded your pants a half hour ago citing their tight waistband as an annoyance you couldn't overcome.

She'd tried very hard to be casual about it when you asked if it was okay to take them off, "Sure, I don't care."

Only, there was a growing pile of evidence to prove that she did, in fact, care. For example, your closeness. Maybe your fault but mostly hers, your legs touch and you face each other. Robin's elbow rests on the back of the couch and she holds her face in her hand. Her expression could be tentatively described as dreamy.

Ever shy, she'd spotted your cute panties, gone a pretty shade of pink and then veered away, chatting your ear off about something you didn't understand.

She's too smart for her own good, you think. I'm half naked and she's telling me about the mining process for mica.

"That's why you should read the label on your eyeshadows," she summarises.

"I'll remember from now on," you promise, smiling, totally enchanted with the neverending well of knowledge inside her beautiful head.

She doesn't pick up another thread of conversation like you expect her too. She reaches out between you slowly, lifting her head as her fingertip brushes against your earlobe.

"Your earrings are so pretty," she says.

It's not technically a compliment for you but it definitely feels like one. She says it nicely, her lilting voice failing at 'pretty'; she's almost breathless.

"Thanks, Robs."

She smiles absentmindedly, a silent your welcome as her fingers move lightly down and trace your stardrop earrings with care.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask fondly.

Robin smiles – she has the most gorgeous smile, pretty pink lips and all her teeth on show. "You're dolled up today."

"I knew I was coming to see you."

"Is that so?" she asks, sticky sweet and wry at the same time.

You drop your head onto the couch cushion and gaze up at her demurely. "You like it when I wear makeup."

"I like you every way," she says defensively.

"I know."

And you do know. She loves you the way that you love to be, pretty in pink with your hair done and your sweet perfumes, your frills and laces and puff sleeves. Today, a camisole that doesn't leave much to the imagination and your now missing pants.

Robin draws invisible lines up and down the highest point of your cheek.

"Where's my chatty girl gone?" you whisper.

She sets her head down in a mirror of your position. Her fingers drift slowly down until they're under your chin.

"I'm saying a lot in my head, I swear," she says.

You laugh and shuffle forward until you're half in her lap, wrapping your arms loosely behind her back. She pulls your thigh over hers, her grip unbearably gentle.

"You have to stop looking at me like that, I'll get a complex," you say.

"Sorry," she says, covering her eyes with one hand.

You wait and sure enough she parts her fingers to peek at you. The two of you start giggling and can't find a reason to stop as you move in for a kiss.

#robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x reader fluff #robin buckley #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley drabble #robin buckley fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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donghoonie-3 · 11 months

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I love your work so much! <3

Since Hoonie was extra beautiful during Circle charts and even presented an award, can i get male idol reader catching him after it and rewarding him for how well he did?

awwh thank you so much anonie 🥺💖. This is my first mlm request hehe <3. He really did look extra beautiful <3 I hope you like this!! And also I am so sorry for the long wait!! I lacked motivation to write but I'm slowly getting it back hehe (hope I didn't just jinx myself 💀).

Reward

Warnings: MINORS DNI !!! sub!sunghoon, dom!amab!reader, bottom!sunghoon, top!amab!reader, praising, marking, reader cums inside sunghoon, this isn't proof read, let me know if I missed anything!!

"fuck sunghoon you looked so good on that stage tonight" you mumbled against his neck, kissing him in between your sentence.

The concert has ended not too long ago. Your boyfriend looked extra good today, especially when he wore that suit...God you just wanted to rip it off him and show him how good he did.

So after the show has ended you met him at his changing room. You were too impatient to wait until yous have gotten home, plus there were for a fact fans waiting for the both of you and as much as you loved them, you wanted to only be with Sunghoon right now.

"mnghh~" Sunghoon whimpered when you gave attention to the sensitive spot on his neck, giving him a love bite under his jawline meanwhile your hands moved up to undo his buttoned up shirt.

"so good" you praised, pulling away from the new love bite you've left just to give him another one somewhere else on his delicate neck.

Once you got rid of his shirt your hands moved to touch his bare waist making your boyfriend flinch at the sudden touch. The feeling of your cold hands against his hot skin and the feeling of you sucking and slightly biting at his neck has him bucking his hips up as little whimpers escape his throat, desperate for some sort of friction.

"You're so needy hoonie~" you laugh, teasing him for how desperate he is. "It's not my fault" he says with his head thrown back. "Yeah? Who's fault is it then?" You ask as your hand moves from his waist to to his still clothed dick, palming him over the grown tent.

"ahh- yours" he moans out. "My fault?" You palm his a but harder to draw out moans from him which you succeed at. "mhm, you always make me feel so good, how could I not need you?" A bit of courage in his voice is shown as he answers you. "Fair point".

You stop palming him to undress him and yourself. "So good for me" you kiss his neck. "Turn around for me baby" he does as you tell him. You wet your fingers as best as you can since you don't have any lube and you don't want to hurt him.

"I already stretched myself" he says just before you can continue you actions. "Oh? Did you plan on doing this baby?" You ask, you move your wet fingers to your dick instead to get it wet, once again, to not not hurt your boyfriend. "mm you can say so, now quickly put it in already!".

You start to enter him and he grips the table in front of him. "So warm. So good" you say under your breath as you easily slip in. "My pretty baby" you start praising him. Your hands go to his hips and you start to thrust into him.

"did so good tonight, you know" you kiss his cheek, slowly picking it the pace. "You looked extra good today too, especially in that suit" you bite his neck and suck in hickeys again.

The noise of skin slapping, sucking noises and Sunghoons moans fill in the room. Good thing the room is sound proof.

"My good boy, yeah? Only mine." He turns his head to meet your eyes "only yours yn" he moans out. His eyes move to look down at your lips which you notice, you take this as a sign to kiss him. Your lips interlocking with his soft ones, you bite at his bottom lip causing him to whine. God you love how he sounds. You enter your tongue and explore his mouth with it.

"yn, feels so good" he moans out, almost collapsing on the table when you start fucking him harder. "So fcking good for me hoon, so good" your grip on his hips get tighter, almost bruising. Sunghoon is sure that you'll leave marks there and he's loving the thought of it.

He wants to be marked up by you in every way possible, whether its leaving bite marks, hickeys, bruises from tight grips or even being slapped or spanked. He loves it all, it makes him feel like you own him, and you do, he's yours and you're his.

Your thrusts never slowing down, only speeding up. You moved one hand to his pretty dick and jerk him off, helping him reach his high as you can feel yours building up.

You both pull away for air. "So- ahh good" Sunghoon moans out, his head hung low as he let's out pretty moans.

"You're perfect for me baby" you kiss his shoulder. He let's out a loud high pitched moan and that shows that you've found his sweet spot. "Right there" he whines.

"Gonna cum for me hoon?" He nods fast, he's really close. Your hand moves faster and so do your thrusts. Fucking him nice and deep.

With one loud moan of his he cums all over the table and your hand, you don't stop though. "fuck! Yn" his whole body collapses on the table as you continue to fuck him, chasing your orgasm.

"Just a bit more, okay? I'm close" one hand soothing his side and the other on his waist, keeping a good grip on him. His body jolts with every thrust of yours.

The overstimulation is so much and he loves it. Tears starting to fall down his soft cheeks from the pleasure. "please" he doesn't even know what he's asking for.

"where do you want me to cum?" You slowly down before it's too late. "Inside, please" he says desperately which you find cute. "Okay love" you pick up the pace again and cum in him, letting out a groan of your own when you do.

After staying inside him for a couple of seconds you eventually pull out. You watch as your cums flows out of him along his pretty thighs. "You look so pretty, oh my god" you nearly moan from the sight.

"Ughh it feels so sticky" of course the clean freak he is he whines about it, you chuckle at his cute reaction. "Okay, I'll get you cleaned up now" you say while still laughing a bit.

Taglist: @hee-poster @ness-iness @makiixuxii

#sub sunghoon #sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon fic #sunghoon x reader #sub idol #dom reader #mlm #sunghoon x male reader #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #sub enha #sub enhypen #amab reader x enhypen

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cuffmeinblack · 10 months

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Bb, I know you're Garreth's girl now, but please do your girl a solid and write an angsty Seb × MC for #5. Please and thank you! ♡

Open arms

Sebastian Sallow x gn!reader

Tags: angst | mention of death

500 words

"oh, shit. I'm in love with you??" prompt: 5. them running into your arms

A/n: Oh okay fine we're having a Sebby day today are we? Understandable, he's been rotting my brain lately, too. Actually ended up being Sebastian pov because no reason, and metaphorical running...sorry I went off-piste didn't I. I am the woooorst.

Sebastian's second kill came at a price; his sanity slowly unravelling as he headed back in a daze. This hadn't been like the first, he told himself, though the similarities were stark. It had been self defence, and completely justified. Nobody could blame an Auror for severing an artery with a well-timed Diffindo when his life was on the line.

He was drawing glances from every angle even at the late hour, though the onlookers appeared too peturbed to approach. He must have looked a state; a bloody maniac with tears pooling in his eyes and his wand gripped tightly at his side. He should report in, but his feet took him to where he needed to go; perhaps not where he should have gone had the logical side of him still been intact.

Why did he run to you after all this time? Was it really just the need for an old friend, or was it something more?

He could have asked Ominis; he'd likely have some practical advice for him, knowing as much as anyone how it is to deal with the trauma of hurting another. His best friend. He even could have sought Poppy, who's inherent sweetness would have been a balm on his emotional wounds. Yet, he found himself clutching you tightly in your living room as if the world were ending. Perhaps it was.

His skin tingled where your hands roamed, the gentle clasp on the back of his neck sending shivers down his spine. He felt his breath steady, his eyes close as held you, and you held him back. The horrors he'd witnessed suddenly out of reach, kept behind a veil of comfort. There was another entirely different reason his heart was racing now, and as he tentatively pulled away to look down at you, it became painfully obvious.

You met his gaze; your eyes burrowing into his mind. It was almost like legilimency, the way you appeared to know what ailed him just by looking at him. You didn't need to ask what atrocities he'd committed; you knew him.

"You did what you had to do."

That had been one reason he'd found you, amongst all others. You would never judge him, for you would have done the same. The other, less obvious reason lay in the flutter of his heart as he brushed your wayward strands of hair from your face. Your sweet scent filled his nostrils and dizzied his head, masking the smell of blood and decay that splattered his clothing.

"I didn't mean to..."

"I know. But I'm here for you. You don't have to be alone if you don't want to be."

Of course you would be, because what had been a murky uncertainty was now glaringly obvious. Sebastian ran a finger down your cheek, waiting for you to flinch away or tell him to stop, but it never came. Your breath hitched and your eyes flickered across his face, yet you still let him brush your soft lips with his thumb.

"Why did you come here, Sebastian?" you whispered.

A good question not ten minutes before.

"Because I love you. And I think you love me too."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow drabble #sebastian sallow x reader

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dreamonseems · 1 year

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Líf

First raid

- Story eight of Líf series of one-shot stories about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order, just random stories about their lives.

⚠️ Warning: Smut in this chapter!

- Ok I made up a place called Raven United so any race reading this can Imagine being the reader.

Summary: You go on your first raid. There's some trouble, but Ubbe is always there to protect you.

As the Viking army sailed towards their target, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins. She watched as Ubbe and his brothers prepared for battle, their faces stern and focused. Ragnar stood beside them, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.

When they finally arrived at their destination, she jumped off the boat, sword in hand. She followed Ubbe and the others, her heart pounding. They charged forward, their battle cries ringing through the air.

At first, she felt overwhelmed by the chaos of battle. She saw men fall around her, heard the clang of swords and shields, and smelled the blood and sweat of their comrades. But as the battle raged on, She found herself falling into a rhythm, moving with the others, defending herself, and attacking their enemies.

They fought bravely, taking down several of the enemy soldiers with their swords. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as she fought alongside Ubbe, knowing that she was proving herself as a worthy shieldmaiden.

After the battle was won, she felt a sense of exhilaration and relief. She had survived her first raid, and she knew that she had proven herself to Ubbe and the others. She felt more confident in her ability as a warrior and knew that she had a bright future ahead of her as a shieldmaiden.

After the successful raid, the warriors were in high spirits and celebrated around the fire with meat and mead. Ubbe was caught up in the moment and was laughing and drinking with his brothers, while Y/N sat a little way off, lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, a warrior from their army approached her and started to flirt with her. At first, she politely declined his advances, but he became increasingly forceful and wouldn't take no for an answer. She tried to leave, but the warrior grabbed her arm and struck her across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed across the camp, drawing the attention of the other warriors, including Ubbe. He rushed over to her, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ubbe growled, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The warrior, who was still holding onto Y/N, sneered at Ubbe. "Just having a bit of fun with the new girl. What's it to you?"

"She's my wife," Ubbe said through gritted teeth. "And I won't tolerate anyone treating her like that."

The warrior laughed. "Your wife? She's just a slave you bought."

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and charged at the warrior, engaging him in a fierce battle.

The fight was short-lived as Ubbe was an experienced warrior, and the offending warrior was quickly overpowered. In a swift move, Ubbe dealt the fatal blow, ending the warrior's life. Y/N, shaken but unharmed, watched on as her husband defended her honor.

As they entered the tent, Ubbe noticed how shaken Y/N was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her hands were shaking. He sat her down on their bedroll and knelt in front of her.

"Shh, shh," he said softly. "It's okay. You're safe now." Ubbe held her close, stroking her hair as she wept

She clung to him, her tears wetting his shirt. "I just feel so overwhelmed," she admitted. "Everything that happened today, and that warrior... I don't know if I can handle this."

Ubbe tightened his hold on her. "You're stronger than you think," he said. "You proved that today. You fought bravely, and you defended yourself when that man tried to hurt you. You're a shieldmaiden now, my love. You're one of us."

She sniffled, looking up at him. "But what if I'm not good enough?" she asked. "What if you realize that and leave me?"

Ubbe's eyes softened. "I will never leave you, my love," he said firmly. "You're my wife, and I love you. You're the most important person in my life, and I would do anything for you. Please don't ever doubt that."

Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of falsehood. But all she found was love and sincerity. Slowly, she began to relax in his embrace, feeling safe and protected.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just... I get scared sometimes. It's a lot to take in."

Ubbe kissed her forehead. "I know. But we're in this together, my love. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Ubbe's lips met Y/N's. She felt a rush of warmth spread throughout her body. She could taste the mead on his breath as he kissed her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His hands were tender as they cupped her face, and she felt his fingers gently stroking her hair.

She wrapped her arms around Ubbe's neck, deepening the kiss. She could feel his muscles tensing as he held her closer, as if afraid to let her go. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in the moment, lost in the passion that burned between them.

Finally, Ubbe broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with a mix of desire and affection. "I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I will always love you."

smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ubbe's hands roamed freely over her back, pulling her even closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Their tongues danced together in a fiery tango, exploring each other's mouths as they lost themselves in the moment. She could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation as Ubbe's hands traced down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

Their kiss grew more passionate, Ubbe's grip on her tightened. She surrendered herself completely to him, letting him take control as she felt herself slipping into a deep state of arousal.

Without breaking the kiss, Ubbe began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time, revealing her supple skin to the firelight. She felt her body heat up with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch on her bare skin. She returned the favor, helping Ubbe out of his clothes until they were both naked and exposed to each other's eyes.

Their lips never once parted, as they explored each other's bodies with hungry eyes and eager hands.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you," Ubbe whispered in her ear as his fingers began to work on her core. She moaned in pleasure, her body responding to his touch. "Please, Ubbe," she whimpered, unable to hold back her desire any longer.

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment, her body craving more of Ubbe's touch. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping tightly onto his muscular shoulders as he continued to work his magic.

Finally, when he could tell she was ready, he removed his fingers and positioned himself above her. "Are you ready?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. She nodded, a look of anticipation and longing on her face. With a deep breath, he slowly entered her, filling her completely with his hard, throbbing member.

gasped in pleasure, her body arching up to meet his as he began to move in a slow, rhythmic motion. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, and she loved it.

She moaned as Ubbe continued to move inside her with increasing speed and intensity. She couldn't believe how much she loved this man and how much he loved her, She felt safe and protected in his arms, and the pleasure he was giving her was beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

As Ubbe's grip tightened around her, she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her body. she moaned, her fingers digging into his skin as she held on tight. "More."

Ubbe's smirk grew wider as he heard her words. He growled, his pace quickening. "Look at you, Wife taking me so well, so deep."

She couldn't speak, lost in the pleasure that was consuming her entire being. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that Ubbe was right there with her. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies in sync as they reached the peak of pleasure together.

#fanfiction #fanfic #bjorn ragnarsson #ragnar lodbrok #sigurd #ubbe fanfiction #ubbe imagine #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe x reader #vikings #ubbe ragnarsson x you #ubbe x you #ubbe ragnarsson x reader #hvitserk #ubbe #smut #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe smut #ubbe lothbrok x reader

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writethrough · 1 year

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something fluff for morpheus x reader but as lord meowpheus, since reader loves cat and she's sad, he tries to cheer her up. thank u <3

Kitty Comforts

(Morpheus x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: Language, Lord Meowpheus

Word Count: 739

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you don't mind that I put my own little spin on this by making the reader allergic. I figured, "write what you know" for this instance. And I thought the idea of Morpheus being the only cat the reader could be around was kinda cute. I hope you enjoy!

You’d been awfully quiet today. It wasn't your usual quiet either. Not the one that gave him soft smiles and trailed your fingers against him when you passed. It was defensive quiet. One that hunched your shoulders ever so slightly and kept your gaze from meeting his.

Morpheus knew that, on occasion, certain stimuli would overwhelm you: the beep of the microwave, the sunlight, the eyes of others—it all surrounded you, and you didn’t know how to react. You didn't fight until you were at your breaking point. You didn’t flee because you didn’t want to draw attention to something you couldn’t explain until it was over. You froze.

And Morpheus could feel it.

The shift in energy from you. How you sat in the armchair instead of beside him. How you faced the window, leaning against the armrest, your head pushed into the back to muffle some noise.

He didn’t know how to pull you out of this. He wanted nothing more than to see your smile and feel your embrace, but he knew that would only make things worse. Even him sitting here made you uncomfortable.

It was only him—the one you adored most—and he was causing discomfort simply because he was an additional body in the room.

But he didn’t have to be.

Once, you’d told him how much you wanted a cat.

When he inquired why you didn’t get one, you told him you were allergic.

Perhaps it was time he granted that long-held wish.

—

You weren’t sure how long you were in this chair. Time moved excruciatingly slowly and rapidly.

Morpheus had arrived, and it was like a switch amplified every nerve-ending.

Everything aggravated you, annoyed you—made you want to scream and run and cry, but you didn't do anything. You only sat there and tried to make yourself as small as possible.

You wanted to look on the bright side—you really did.

Morpheus didn’t make noise. He was the most silent person you knew. If you didn’t look at him, it'd be like he wasn’t there.

But he was. You knew he was. And the fact that you didn’t want to look at him or talk to him frustrated you more.

You loved him. Nothing could change that. But you were just so fucking overstimulated that if you did anything other than what you were now, you’d explode, and you weren’t sure how.

So, when a dark-as-night cat leapt onto the armrest you were facing, you may have short-circuited.

You stared at one another. You: confused, and the cat patient, waiting for something.

Yet, it was like you’d seen it before. Those eyes. They held intelligence—pools of a night you could lose yourself in.

And that’s when you looked to where Morpheus had been seated.

It was empty.

And now, there was a cat.

“Morpheus?” you whispered.

The cat bowed its head slightly, its tail swishing when it rose.

Then for the first time that day, you let out an incredulous laugh.

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

His paw tentatively touched your knee. When you didn’t push him away or say anything, he balanced himself on you, stepping carefully to circle and settle in your lap.

Your bent knees squished him some, but he didn’t mind, especially when he rubbed his head against your chest and purred.

You scratched along his neck and behind his ear, marveling at how soft his fur was.

“Pretty kitty,” you mumbled, receiving a soft meow.

You sat like that for some time, calmed by the paths you drew on his feline body. His fur was denser than his hair. And he somehow felt less...invasive. Like he was actually just a cat that had sensed your frazzled mind.

When you kissed the top of his head, he knew you’d been released from that state—at least from the all-consuming intensity of it.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling.

His paws rested on your shoulders, his pleasure evident in how he nuzzled his head into your neck.

“Would you…Would you mind staying like this a bit longer?” you asked.

He answered by curling back up in your lap, looking at you expectantly.

You began your patterns again, both of you relaxing.

When the time came for Morpheus to go back to the Dreaming, his human form returned. And before his sand could whisk him away, you kissed him, deep and sure and grateful. And a promise to see each other soon.

#morpheus fluff #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader #morpheus x gender neutral reader #morpheus x gn!reader #dream of the endless #dream x reader #dream x you #king of dreams #the sandman fluff #morpheus x y/n #dream x y/n

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neighborlystudios · 12 days

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・﹒・ i hate you

Summary: It's been a while since you joined the digital circus landscape and had made friends with everyone despite the situation of never returning home. However, you could never get along with Jax, he was an asshole. He always annoyed you and pissed you off. Yet, why can't you get him out of your head?

Warnings: None

Pairing: Jax x GN!reader

Notes: Hi I'm back

In the world stored on a computer that you now permanently resided in, it was hard to find a private place to just relax. Sure, it was pretty big, but get bored enough and needing a break from everyone, you're bound searching for a place to find some peace and quiet. That's what you did and you found a neat little alcove far away from the main stage in the tent and as the digital days went by, you found solace in it. It was your little hideaway from it all and for you to just be yourself. Sure, you had your bedroom, but anyone can just bother you, and not to mention- Jax has keys to everyone's rooms.

Jax. You hated that rabbit. He always went out of his way to piss everyone off and annoy them just for his entertainment. Especially you- he picked on you so much it got on your nerves, you needed space. So here you were, sitting and messing around with a bouncy ball, throwing it on the wall and catching it. He especially got on your nerves today as he thought it would be a good prank to scare you by coming up from behind and screaming "Boo!" while you were talking with Pomni.

Sighing, you caught the ball and stared at it, thinking about your new life here again. You often did here, but also made sure to not think about it too much, as you still valued your life. You don't even know how time was passing outside of here, was it a week? Two? Three months? Years? Caine does have a day and night cycle to at least keep some sense of time for you guys, but it wasn't enough to not make some go crazy.

Your mind kept drifting back to Jax though, no matter how hard you try to not think of him, he kept popping up in your mind unwillingly. You hate him, that's that, so why did he continually keep showing up in your mind? The things you kept thinking about him had slowly started to drift from hatred to having this strange...warm feeling in your chest. Your thoughts started to spiral as you realized you actually missed when he wasn't around. Why was that? He had nothing positive or say or do, yet you felt a strange sort of longing for him despite the last you saw of him was him trying to scare you. There was a draw that you had towards him, not understanding why, you dare say you almost...enjoyed his asshole self.

"Day dreaming now?" You didn't realize how much your head was in the clouds when the voice startled you, causing you to jump and swivel your head around to face the rabbit you were just thinking of. Shit. How did he find this place? How did he find you? Jax had a smug smirk on his face as he walked closer, watching you with his black eyes. Trying to act cool, you rolled your eyes and took in a huge breath, turning back around to mindlessly throw the ball. In all reality, your heart was still beating incredibly fast. Why now?

"Oh come on, the silent treatment? Really? This is where you go to hide away from everyone?" His monotone voice made you sigh, he was really insisting on pissing you off extra hard today. Taking a deep breath, you turned your head to see Jax walking and standing right next to you. You really didn't want to deal with him right now. Growling, you throw the ball at him, hitting him in the shoulder, causing him to yell out.

"Hey! That was rude ya know?” You could tell he was genuinely getting annoyed with you, which peaked your interest greatly. He was always an asshole and abrasive, sure, but rarely he actually got annoyed with anyone back.

"Oh THAT was rude? As if you don't tick me off at any given chance and this is the result of it" You scoffed and shuffled yourself so you faced the colorful wall of soft blocks, wishing he would just leave. Why didn't he leave?

"Oh please, don't even start. You talk about me all the time, don't think I don't know" You freeze, his words hitting you like a wave of ice cold water. How does he know? Sure, you rant to Ragatha and Pomni and Gangle but, they wouldn't tell him. Would they? No, they wouldn't. Taking a deep breath in, you stayed silent as you exhaled, thinking of how to respond without making a fool of yourself.

"Well, it's nothing pleasent, but you would know that since you seem to know everything. It's not my fault I can't get you out of my head" Shit. Why did you say that? Your heart started to beat faster as you watch him smile and chuckle, you're doomed.

"You think about me all the time, eh? For some reason I don't think its just about how much you hate me, am I right?" He leaned closer to your face, causing you gulp and shuffle backwards, but he kept the closeness and only followed you.

"N-no! It's just about how much I hate you, of course! Everyone hates you!" You really were trying to save this, but the wall hit your back and he closed in, placing both hands next to your head as he stared at you with his dumbass smug smirk.

"Oh really? Why are you nervous then? If you hate me so much, you would push me away right now. Go on, do it" For some reason, you just couldn't bring yourself to do that, the seconds ticked on as he waited patiently, chuckling when he realized you weren't going to storm off in a rage.

"Oh I freaking knew it. You have a crush on me! Hah! You disguise your stupid little feelings for me as hatred, oh that's hilarious" You began to grew frustrated again, this time you were also extremely flustered and in no way put together. He just had to be an asshole for anything, didn't he?

"Fine, I do have a crush on you, ok? But if you're going to act like that then I will" You did it. You accepted that you liked him. He was totally right, you were disguising your feelings for him with hatred. But his attitude made you push him away, causing him to slightly stumble as you pick up your bouncy ball and start to leave your now comprised space before you felt his large hand wrap around your smaller one. Turning your head, you saw as his face was full of panic.

"Wait! Don't go. I'm-I'm sorry, ok?" He sounded strained as he apologized, obviously not used to it. Looking at him, you felt conflicted because what if he just continues to act like a dick?

"Look, I don't know what your deal is, but-"

"But, my deal is that...I like you too, ok? I act rude because I don't know how to fricking show affection, got it?" You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering if he was being genuine as it was incredibly hard to know with him. Maybe you should give him a chance...maybe. Maybe you should.

"Ok, fine. Got it. So uh- what do we do now?" He lets go of your wrist and you rub it, he wasn't gripping hard but it was still fairly firm, and look at him. I mean, where DO you know now? After all that?

"Well, we could ya know...do a little making-" You slapped him playfully before smiling and chuckling, shaking your head now relieved that the tension was gone. It honestly felt freeing to finally admit that you liked him now that it was all over, you were just in very heavy denial about it.

"Yeah, we aren't there just yet, Rabbit"

#jax #tadc #jax x reader #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax

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buzzzlove · 8 months

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hiiii can i request a fic of idol!k to the song gold rush by taylor swift! liek maybe a secret romance or really whatever comes to mind when you listen! if u make an &team taglist pls lmk too!!! tysmmmm

hey @lovialy !! 🩷

sorry this is so late! i had this random idea and then got slightly carried away... i hope you enjoy this!

I Don't Tell You Enough

Dating K and not being able to tell anyone about it really sucked. You were friends with Nicholas first and he was the one that introduced you to K. You two hit it off instantly and haven't looked back since. But now, you two couldn't really give it away that you were dating. The boys all knew but you two swore them to secrecy. You were posing as only Nicholas' friend that sometimes came over to spend time with them all.

It used to be better. Initially, it felt kind of dangerous and exciting, keeping it to yourselves. You were sneaking glances with hidden touches and kisses around every corner. That was fun. But watching him get all close and personal with his dance partner right in front of you and not being able to do anything about it? Not so fun.

So here you were, sulking in the corner of the practice room, glad your mask was covering the frown on your face. Why was he smiling like that? You scoffed softly, not wanting to draw too much attention. You decided to look away thinking it will do more damage to continue watching. But, instantly, you made eye contact with Fuma. He knew immediately what was happening, almost like magic. He must have seen your eyes and the daggers you were sending K's way.

"Ignore them. Are you okay?" he mouthed to you.

You shook your head slightly, but before he could respond, their choreographer clapped to signal the start of the practice. Fuma turned to you sending an apologetic smile. You waved at him and sent a thumbs up to show him you're fine. So the practice begun and you kept finding your eyes drawn to your boyfriend, not wanting to miss anything he did. You caught his eyes in the mirror a few times, and he sent you a small smile each time. This carried on throughout.

When they finally finished, K strategically stayed behind, claiming he was searching for something in his bag as an excuse. The members picked up quickly and helped to usher the staff out of the practice room.

As the last person left, K walked over to you slowly, sensing something was off.

"It was nice having you here today," he said tentatively.

"It was. I always like watching you dance," you mumbled, pulling your mask down. You gave him a small smile.

K kept a slow pace as he walked to crouch in front of you. He rested his hands on your knees and scanned your face looking for clues on how you felt.

"There's something you're not telling me," he patted your knee twice.

You narrowed your eyes in response. Why did he have to know you so well.

"It's because I love you," he grinned, reading your mind quite literally.

"How did you know that's what I was thinking?" you giggled, not being able to help yourself.

"I told you. It's because I love you so much," he said lightly while leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek, "Now, c'mon, tell me."

You were quiet for a few seconds as K let you gather your thoughts.

"I don't really know. It was weird seeing you like that with someone else. She was way too close to you," you frowned and looked down at his hands. "It wasn't nice not being able to do anything about it I guess."

Now, you know who your boyfriend is. You knew before you started dating how popular he was. Everyone liked him and everyone wanted to be with him. You understood it, I mean look at him. But you never expected it to make you feel like this.

K sighed silently, not wanting to upset you further. His gaze softened, suddenly filled with a wave of deep love for you. He just wanted to make you happy.

"Baby, look at me," he tried first, ducking his head to try and meet your eyes. When you didn’t respond at first, your boyfriend tried again.

"Y/N, I don't think I tell you enough, but I love you. So much."

You decided to give in to his soft voice and looked up slightly to meet his gaze. K took this opportunity and hooked his finger under your chin, tilting your head up completely. You had a slight pout on your lips as you stared into his eyes.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way today," he mumbled. His eyes scanned your face as his other hand brushed your hair back from your face. "I'm sorry we can't tell anyone about us."

"You don't need to apologise. I knew what I was getting myself into," you gave him a small smile to show you were joking.

He chuckled lowly and placed both hands on your cheeks. Anyone with eyes could see how much he loved you. His eyes held all the emotions in them. K loved you with every part of his being.

"I love you. And only you," his tone was a bit more serious this time. "I promise you, the moment I can, I will tell the world about us. I want everyone to know who stole my heart."

You could feel the tears prick at your eyes. Not wanting to cry in front of him, you pulled him closer and hid your head in his neck.

"I love you too," your muffled reply came.

K just smiled and pulled you even closer. He couldn't wait to tell everyone about you.

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littlebitsalt · 6 months

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The Tale of Catfish

Yandere mysterious creature? × (female) reader

Summary: you fall for a mysterious creature.

drawing(the one at the top)

She had interest for non-human creatures rather than humans. Being a daughter of a adventurer's daughter, she herself loved to observe creatures from nature. Her favorite species was eleves, who even her father haven't met still. When she went out playing in the wods she would always search for elves.

Her father often told her stories about creatures he met throughout his journey. He told tales about dwarfs, fairies and other mythical creatures. He sometimes told her a old tale about so called 'demons'. How demons pry people's attention and desires, thoroughly make plans to trick humans, and try their hardest to make someone miserable. Stories about demons made her worried that she might get tricked by one of those wicked demons, but her father comforted her by saying only people with neverending thirst gets fooled.

Years passed, and the adventurer's daughter started working as a herbalist in town. She got to meet creatures she heard as tales while searching for herbs. She befriended all creatures she met and enjoyed their presence.

One day, she asked one of her goblin friends,

"Have you ever seen an elf?"

Her friend shook his head.

"I wish to meet an elf before I die. I have only seen them in books. I want to know about them so bad."

"If you're desperate, I recommend going to the deepest part of this forest when fall comes. Some elves tend to come here to appreciate the colorful scenery."

"Won't they run away if a human comes near?"

"They would, if they think of you as a threat. So I don't recommend rushing at them without any indication. You know how elves react, right?"

She nodded.

She waited patiently for the green leaves to get stained red and brown. When time came, she got ready to travel into the woods. She packed a some snacks just in case she's hungry, and a few papers to writed down any information of elves.

After walking for some time, she arrived at the center of the forest. There weren't as many trees as other areas, and sunlight came through and touched her skin. She hided herself in bushes, waiting for elves to come. She waited until the sunlight soothing her skin got weak. However, she couldn't she any elves enjoying the forest.

It was almost dark, and she decided to try again tomorrow and packed her bags.

She came again for days. She waited until the sun set, and went back home when it got dark.

One day, she packed more than snacks and papers to the forest. She had a lamp, a small tent, and dinner packed in her huge bag. After sunset, she took out her tent and placed it close to the bush she was lurking in. Then she started a fire and cooked food she prepared earlier.

"Hey."

She looked around, slightly frightened because of the sound. She quickly got back to making dinner when she found nothing around.

The smell of her food spread all around. It was sure that she was making some kind of stew. It smelled really good, like she put some of her special herbs.

She ate her food quickly and got into her tent. It was a shame not seeing her more, but she's better in her cozy sleeping bed.

Morning came quickly, and she got out of her tent with her hair bushy.

She looked around to find someone outside her tent.

"Who.. who are you?"

She asked.

I turned around, to show my face. She looked shocked.

"Are... are you an elf?"

I nodded.

"Really..? You look so.. wonderful."

She couldn't take her eyes off me. She asked if I'm the only elf around, how elves live together, what elves do in a daily basis, and if I come here regularly.

"Will you come tomorrow?"

She looked into my eyes.

"Of course. Are you going to stay today?"

She nodded.

She talked how she's always wanted to meet an elf. She was fascinated with long ears and perfect blonde hair. She talked about how it was her life long dream to see a elf and how she cherishes every kind of creatures.

"What about demons? Do you think they are a threat?"

"Um.. From the stories I've heard, they seem dangerous. But I won't be tricked by demons. I doubt demons will ever get interest in me. I've never stolen or lied just for my greed. I've never done anything that could attract a demon."

She came to visit her friend at the center of the forest when she had no work to do. She described how her life was in the village, peaceful but quiet, nothing much to do in a small town. Although she loved her friends and family, there was something whispering in her to go and adventure the world.

Her elf friend, Garrett, always listened to her attentively even though the things she say would be so typical compared to an elf like him.

Garrett rarely talked about his personal life. When she question him how he spends his time, he would often tell her how normal elves do in such situation.

She met Garrett at the forest again. She prepared some herbs and fruits for him to enjoy.

"Has anything been bothering you lately?"

Garrett asked.

"Actually.. I want to leave town for a bit. Not like escaping from reality, more like um.. traveling. I've been struggling to tell my family and friends that."

"I thought your father was a traveler."

"He was. But now he prefers his loved ones living close to him. Apparently, he's now 'done' with adventuring. And I assume that he'll never let me go alone on a trip outside of town. He'll faint if I ever ask him that."

"Then will he allow you to go if there's someone traveling with you?"

Garrett moved closer. She could feel the tip of his fingers touching her hand.

"Depends. If my dad trusts whoever's coming with me."

"What about me? I can go with you."

"Really? You'll do that?"

"Why not? I have nothing to do anyways, and traveling with you seems like a good idea."

Surprisingly, her father allowed her adventure. He wasn't curious about the man who will be with her for some time. He didn't question a thing about the person her daughter trusted.

She packed her bags and got ready for her trip. She said goodbye to her friends and told them she would be gone for a few months maybe years. She thanked her goblin friend for telling her how to meet an elf. Her friends encouraged her to travel lighthearted, and made sure she's at her best condition until the trip.

She met Garrett outside of town. His blonde hair was brown, and his sharp ears was changed into a human one.

"Can elves disguise themselves? I didn't know that at all."

She said.

Garrett explained that elves tend to disguise themselves as humans or other creatures because they do not want people hunting or staring at them.

"Have you thought of any places to go?"

Garrett asked.

She shook her head. She didn't have any exact plans ahead, she only thought of meeting new people, new culture and fascinating nature.

"Then can I lead the way? I have a place I have in mind. It's a remains of a city. I heard that there are remains of things used by elves."

She nodded. Garrett was someone to trust. She could acknowledge that he was very discreet, careful and clever even though he never bragged about it. He knew so much; from ancient cities to evolution of creatures, which is hard to learn unless you're born in a venerable family.

She followed Garrett for hours, walking through the forest and high hills. The sun was slowly setting and her legs were shaking. Garrett encouraged her to keep on walking a little longer since there was a small village nearby.

"We can sleep in an inn close by. It's close. We just have to walk for a few more minutes."

Even though Garrett's words gave her some kind of encouragement to walk more, she couldn't help but get slower every minute. She haven't walked a long distance in a long time. The only time she wandered around was when she walked through the forest to meet Garrett. Noticing her fall behind, Garrett held her hand and led her to the village.

The sun was no longer in sight when she and Garrett reached the inn, but the light was shining bright inside the inn. Cheerful music was playing in the background, and people were drinking and dancing with each other.

Garrett booked two rooms and gave on of the keys to her.

"Are you going straight to your room?"

She asked. She was still holding his hand.

"Those people might do something dangerous. We'll never know. It's better to stay inside, both of us. And weren't you extremely exhausted?"

Garrett tried to drag her to their room, but she resisted.

"I'll hang out for a bit and go to my room."

"Then I'll stay too."

"No, it's okay. You should rest. I won't be here much, I just want to find out what music they are playing."

"Alright then. Let's meet tomorrow."

She wandered around watching people dance and sing along to the joyful music. She was just sitting there when a man approached her.

"You're not from here, aren't you?"

You nodded.

"I'm Alfred. Are you here alone?"

"No, I'm exploring this country with my friend. My friend went straight to bed."

"Oh. Do you want to dance with me? You won't be having much fun alone."

"I want to, but I promised my friend I'll go to my room as soon as possible."

"Your friend won't know if they are asleep. You won't be experiencing this kind of music and festival anywhere else, so.. you should give it a chance."

She accepted his offer after some considering.

She didn't regret taking Alfred's offer. He was a nice guy with wit. Very different from Garrett. Alfred wasn't the smart type but he really had talent to make people laugh.

Alfred eventually told her the best places to go in an adventure. Turns out, he was also an adventurer. He was living in this village for some time to make money for his next trip.

She said farewell to Alfred and went to her room. She fell asleep in a few seconds.

Next day, she told Garrett about Alfred. She told that Alfred was a really nice guy to talk with. Garrett didn't say much about that, which was surprising to her. She thought Garrett liked new friends.

"Let's leave as soon as we're done having breakfast."

Garrett said while eating his bowl of breakfast.

"Why the rush? You said we had plenty of time yesterday."

"I had a change plans. We can reach the remains faster if we take the boat going across the river."

She was not feeling good because of leaving the inn without a single word to Alfred. But Garrett seemed to be perfectly fine, even acting more energetic.

She followed Garrett along the road and before lunch time, she was able to see boats on the river.

There was time left before their had to get on the boat, so she and Garrett went to explore the town.

Shopkeepers were selling goods they got from other cities and counties sailing along the river. She was amazed to see such fascinating things.

A vibrant colored accessory caught her eye. A flower she seemed to not recognize was embroidered neatly at the top and pink strings were made into a ribbon. She bought two, and gave one to Garrett.

"Here. It's a present. It's not much compared to the things you did for me, but I hope you like this accessory."

She noticed Garrett's cheek getting color as he was smiling. She smiled also as she was relieved.

The boat ride was uneventful, and most of the time, Garrett and her spent time talking to each other. Talking to Garrett made her feel like there was nothing but him in the moment. He had this aura that keeps her eye on him.

Garrett still did not talk much of his past. It was a little skeptical that he wasn't telling anything about his past. But what can she do? She had no idea how to prevail his past and she trusted him anyways.

However, such behavior was causing her a great deal of problem.

This man, who looks like an elf, was nothing like an elf. He was full of lies in every way possible, and his words were full of sweet lies.

If only she realized that.

Garrett sent her back to her room(somewhere in the boat), and he waited her to get asleep. After he was certain that she was deeply in sleep, he opened the door to her room.

Garrett looked around the room to see if she had something from 'Alfred'. Alfred caused Garrett distress in the morning. When Garrett found out he was having fun with her, he couldn't bear to stay in the inn more.

Garrett liked her attention. Her way of treating others(especially animals) challenged him to get her to treat him nice like she did to others. He did not want any man stealing her attention away from him.

Garrett paced around the room. It was his first time making someone desire for something other than money or honor. Greed was easy. There were plenty of people ready to take action to fulfill their greed when he said something that would encourage them.

She already desired to meet an elf. Actually, as Garrett thought of it, it all started with her wanting to meet an elf. Garrett noticed her in the wood in search for an elf, and decided to trick her by disguising himself as one. But after time, Garrett wanted more desires from her. He wanted her to desire him not an elf.

Spliting her from her loving village was easy. Humans only needed some lies to let her go on an adventure. Even her father couldn't stand against Garrett's powers.

Garrett sat beside her. She was sleeping quietly.

When they reach the 'remains' all of this would be over. He wouldn't have to care about other things interrupting them. His final lie would be over.

Night was long. Garrett watched her sleep for some time and went back to his room.

She shivered as he sat beside her. What was he doing, entering her room in the middle of the night?

She slowly opened her eyes without moving her body. She could see the silhouette of a man pacing back and forth. She remained still until he went out of her room.

The next day, Garrett knocked on her door.

"Breakfast is ready. Change your clothes and come out to eat."

She changed her clothes and went out to find Garrett getting breakfast the sailors brought.

She say down with Garrett on the corner of the boat.

"Hey, did you come into my room last night?"

She asked without hesitation.

"You.. you weren't asleep? I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable, but I only wanted to surprise you with a jewel."

"A jewel?"

"I got it from my hometown, and I decided it would suit you since you're my most precious being."

"That's.. sweet, I guess.."

She was still suspicious, but she felt a little bad for doubting him. After all, he only did the best things someone can do for you. It would be a shame to doubt someone like him.

A couple of days went by fast. Garrett lead the way, and she followed. In the 10th day, she began to see structures peeping through bushes.

Garrett set up a camp while she prepared dinner. Like before, nothing much happened and small talk went by.

Garrett insisted she should sleep beside him. He said it was too dangerous for someone like her to sleep far away from him. There were too many threatening creatures was what he thought.

She couldn't sleep that night. Her heart couldn't stop beating.

She stayed still when she felt something moving beside her. To her surprise, it was Garrett. Garrett wasn't sleeping. In fact, he wasn't asleep in he first place.

She remained still while Garrett was moving around.

She shivered when Garrett got close to her. He was creepying her out. Again.

She could feel him getting closer to the point she could feel his breath.

She did not know what to think. Garrett was definitely acting strange.

She closed her eyes and prayed that he would go to sleep.

Garrett assumed she knew by now. He knew she's dull, but the things he had done was definitely enough for her to notice.

It didn't matter though.

Today was the day.

Everything about him that she knew was made up. He was never an elf. Actually he was the very opposite.

Garrett held her hand. She seemed surprised, but he didn't care.

Garrett took her to the remains. Garrett held her hand harder.

"Garrett, is this the place you told me..? I don't think this is where elves lived."

"It's not."

She seemed surprised of Garrett's words.

"Can you let go? You are holding my hand too hard.."

"No."

Garrett started dragging her to a what seems like a temple.

"Garrett, what are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Garrett dragged her harder into the temple. She tried to resist, but his grip was too strong.

"Let me go!"

She shouted.

"It's too late. Give up."

"Where are you dragging me to?"

She was now scared.

"Somewhere far from here."

"No..! I don't want to leave.."

She tried hard to resist. She tried to kick him and hit him, but nothing worked.

"You are too dull for this world. What did you expect, an elf to magically appear in front of you? Follow me, and I'll take care of you."

Garrett held her hand and took her somewhere no other creature can find.

Note: i think my fics are getting repetitive. I'll dig into more yandere stuff in my next fic😔 thanks for reading this

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