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stanfanfiction · 9 months

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Taste of you - Ken x fem! Reader - PART 3.5

Edit: multiple parts have been uploaded and can be found on my pinned Masterlist on my profile :)

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Warnings: 18+ ONLY / verrry horny Ken / Ken learning different aspects about s#x / being held down k!nk / light dom-sub (roles switch between characters) / spanking k!nk (light, nothing super intense) / P! In V! / fingering / Ken’s starting to get a little cheeky as he becomes more confident in himself / some light somnophilia but the reader loves it / restraint k!nk

Ken woke up before you the next morning, still blissed out from the night before. He loved that you let him sleep next to you for a second night in a row. It was SO much better than sleeping on the sofa like he had been doing before. He made a contented noise when he remembered that today was your day off from class. Surely now that he knew what we was doing much better than before, you’d want to have sex with him all day. He smiled and nuzzled his nose into your hair. He didn’t want to wake you but at the same time he really did want you to be awake, and now. He watched your chest rise and fall for awhile, loving hearing you breathe next to him. Gently, he moved to be on top of you, elbows holding him up, his hips resting on yours. He decided he would slowly wake you up, whispering your name as he left tiny kisses from your ear down to your clavicle. You twitched a little, still asleep, and Ken lovingly moved himself down your body, kissing and touching you softly all the way.

He thought you might have awoken when he licked around one of your nipples, your other breast held tenderly in his hand, as you moaned and small goosebumps formed on your arms. You remained asleep, however, and so after loving on each breast for a bit, he began moving down again, taking the comforter with him since he wanted to see you and not let his field of vision be hidden underneath it.

Moving down to your stomach, leaving wet kisses all over your sternum and abdomen, he then traced one of your hip bones with his tongue, and you arched a tiny bit, but remained asleep still. He removed the comforter completely away from both of you now. He considered that you might feel a little cold but if you did wake up uncomfortable, he would just carry you to a hot shower and then fuck you in there where you’d be warm.

He pulled one of your thighs away from the other, hooking it over his elbow as he began leaving open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh, watching you intently. After kissing and even nipping a little at your other thigh, your core was now open to him and he looked up at your face for any hint of being awake, but you were still passed out.

He wondered if you would be upset with him if he just pleasured you a little, just the tiniest bit until you woke up. He was obsessed with your vulva, and upon seeing it again he began to grow hard. Keeping an eye on your face, he lowered himself over your groin and kissed your clit, then slowly down until he reached your opening.

“Ken,” you breathed, barely awake and assuming you were having a really nice wet dream. That was until Ken dipped his tongue into your opening and you made a kitten noise. Ken liked that noise a LOT and began licking in circles inside your opening until you opened your eyes. You gasped when you saw this was not a dream but that Ken was actually waking you up with oral sex. Ken was going down on you, his blue eyes twinkling and his hands holding you open for him.

“Ahh, Ken,” you let out a shaky breath when he flattened his tongue firmly against you, licking up from your opening up to your clit, when he flicked with his tongue once he got there, causing you to cry out and grab his hair with your hands.

“Ken, please,” a breathy laugh escaped you. “This is lovely but let me wake up more. I’m a little overstimulated at the moment.”

Ken frowned but did as you asked, sitting up on his knees but keeping his hands on your thighs. You offered your hand to him and he took it, holding it up to his face and smiling.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Morning,” you yawned. You glanced at the clock on your bedside table. It read 5 am. “Why are you up so early, Ken?”

“Waiting for you to wake up.”

You laughed again, and he smiled.

“Did you not sleep very much?”

“I did,” he said, running his hands up the sides of your waist, making you giggle. “But then I woke up and really wanted you awake with me.”

“Mmmm,” you hummed, attempting you sit up a little but Ken climbed on top of you again, his hips holding yours down as he legs kept holding you open.

He smiled down at you. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you said right before he lowered himself to where your chests were now touching as he began kissing you, softly at first, but then hungrily moments later. You gently pushed against him and he pulled his face back.

“I do love this, but I really do need a moment to wake up.”

“Okay.” He kept smiling down at you, but not moving his body off of yours.

“I mean I need to get up, Ken.”

Ken frowned and shook his head.

“I’ll fuck you soon,” you promised.

“How soon?”

“After some coffee and toast soon.”

Ken contemplated that and begrudgingly sat up, offering a hand to pull you up with him. You giggled when he left a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Want some breakfast when I make mine?”

Again he shook his head and captured your lips with his. “No food. Just want you.”

“You’ll have me soon.” You placed a chaste kiss on his lips before hopping out of bed and heading into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Ken watched you as if charmed and not able to look away. He loved the way you moved when you walked, wishing your hands were his as you ran your fingers through your hair, yawning again. He discovered his had a newfound part of you that he loved as he stared at the way your butt bounced the tiniest bit as your backside was fully facing him on your way to the bathroom. Hmmm. He would need to explore that further.

You had just finished brushing your teeth when Ken appeared behind you, squeezing both of your butt cheeks in his large hands. You giggled in surprise and watched him in the mirror in front of both of you.

“I like this.” He squeezed a little harder for emphasis.

“You’re so easily encourageable.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, Ken. I like it.”

“Okay, good.” He kissed the hickey he had given you a day prior, feeling ecstatic now that he knew the meaning of it.

Despite your ongoing playful protests to let you finish making breakfast, eventually Ken won and you were being thrown into the bed underneath him as the coffee brewed, Ken attacking your neck with sloppy kisses and bites. You squealed under his weight, your legs dangling over the bed and his feet planted firmly in between yours as he easily nudged you open for him. His hand fisted into your hair to pull your head back as he kissed along your throat and jawline.

“Such a horny Ken,” you laughed, his naked hips bucking into yours, as you had been the only one to dawn a silky robe before heading into the kitchen earlier.

“You have *no* idea,” he almost growled, and that tone of voice shocked you but you also were LOVING it. He kept alternating bucking his hips into yours and then firmly rubbing his cock into your folds while you grabbed at his back and triceps.

“What did you mean last night when you said you would ruin me?”

“Mmmmm,” you breathed, eyes closed, blissfully lost in all the simultaneous sensations. “It means the sex will be so good that anyone else that fucks you will fail by comparison.”

If your eyes had been open you would have seen him smirk, before reaching down to test his tip in your opening. You moaned and your hold on him gripped tighter, expecting him to impale you at any moment.

“You seem veeerryy wet,” he said, his voice raising into a question.

“I am.”

He pulled his hips back just enough to reach his hand down and finger your opening. You shuddered as he easily pushed two fingers inside you.

“You’re *soaked.*”

“Want you,” you moaned. “Need you.”

“You need me?” You couldn’t tell if he was taunting but you were pretty sure you heard a little gasp before he said it, and it was a genuine request for confirmation.

You opened your eyes and pulled him closed to you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling up to kiss him. “Need you really badly, Ken.”

He withdraw his fingers and lifted himself off of you just enough to where you began scooting backwards higher up the bed but within seconds your ankle had been grabbed and he pulled you swiftly back underneath him, your legs hanging off the bed again, his arms encasing around you to ensure you didn’t go anywhere.

“Need you *here,” he said, untying your robe and opening it up so he could see your beautiful form underneath him, but didn’t want to move off enough to fully take it off you, so the sleeves remained on. You shivered and felt vulnerable this way, somehow still having your robe on but being fully exposed made you feel more naked than you felt when you actually had zero clothing on.

Ken kissed you deeply, gripping under your thighs tightly as he pulled back and stood up. Having him tower over your like this made you feel so small and that excitement rushed over you in an intense wave.

“Now it’s my turn to ruin *you.*” He thrust into you firmly but slowly, the impact making your back arch and you released an incredibly loud moan. He bottomed out within a few seconds, but those seconds were agonizing as you struggled to adjust to his size while your head became dizzy with pleasure. When you returned to reality you heard him groaning in pace with his thrusts, still slow but beyond intense as he would almost pull completely out before pushing in again.

He pulled you down a little farther so your butt was almost hanging off the bed and your hands floated above your head where you gripped the sheets as he started pumping into your faster. He watched your frame reacting to your every moment, your breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts, and became incredibly turned on by the image of you underneath him, at his mercy, your hands above you. He wasn’t sure exactly why that hand position affected him so strongly, but he loved it enough that he was desperate to hold them there. He wrapped your legs around his waist and you held on, completely lost in everything as he leaned over you to hold your wrists together above your head.

You opened your eyes, glazed and pupils blown, to witness him holding your arms hostage, and you wanted to giggle but couldn’t muster the time in between your panting to do so. So he likes the idea of you being restrained a little. Maybe you’d have to play with him later and see if he liked being restrained, too. You wanted to keep playing with that thought in your mind but it got pushed to the back for now as his breathing became louder and seeing him hovering over you, looking such a fucked up mess sent you over the edge, which also immediately caused his climax as well. He fucked you hard as you both chased your release, and his final thrust into you was so intense you felt like you would fall apart.

He helped you back up onto the bed, you facing each other as he repeated last night, wrapping your leg around his waist as his cock “snuggled” back up into you. Was this how after sex was always going to be? Granted, he still hadn’t gone soft yet, but god forbid he try fucking you again just now, you swore you would pass out. You were almost thankful when you saw him stifling a yawn.

You smiled, caressing his cheek. “Are you tired now?”

He nodded sleepily, eyes drooping a little. “Was it good?” He mumbled.

“It was perfect, Ken.”

He smiled and hummed in happiness, resting his forehead into yours, eyes fully closed now, his body relaxing.

“Sleep, my sweet boy.” You kissed his forehead and continued petting him until he fell asleep moments later. You gently untangled yourself from him, covering him up with the comforter, and watched him rest, looking completely content.

The next few days had you on the brink of mild insanity. You had never been fucked this much in your life, especially never with so much care and obsession. Ken literally fucked you any time you would let him. He discovered he *really* liked penetrating you while you were standing with your body pressed against the shower wall, your moans echoing all around him and him having to hold your frame up while you fell apart around him. It was like being completely surrounded by you and he loved how your body became so limp because of him.

He also became more interested in your butt as each day passed, which entertained you as he would massage it or press against your back whenever you would let him. You did it to him in return one day just to see how he reacted and it turned him on so much you had to hold on for dear life as he pushed you down and fucked you into the sofa. He was becoming a little more confident in himself each day, which was leading to what you knew was less about dominance and more about just being desperate and starving for feeling so connected to you, how much he craved feeling pleasured and seeing how well he pleasured you.

He brought up the spanking he had seen in that movie that somehow felt so long ago, you had forgotten he had asked. You were completely silent for awhile, not really sure how to explain that one.

“So, some people, they have sort of ‘kinks.’ Things that really turn them on.” You smiled, wanting to tell him about how he seemed to love being praised and had discovered he liked the idea of bounding your wrists together to dominate you. “Sometimes kinks can be something that on paper seems painful, and it isn’t that it isn’t painful in real life, but something about it gives them pleasure. Makes sex even better for them.”

Ken contemplated this. “So the woman in the movie, getting hit with the belt felt good to her?”

You nodded, for some reason crossing your harms, having that weird vulnerability come back.

He looked at you. “Do you like that?”

Your face turned so red. “I…haven’t tried it.” You felt desperate to not make anything you said sound like that awful 50 Shades series but you also felt embarrassed and weren’t sure why.

Ken spoke very slowly, hands going into his pockets, apparently also feeling shy. “Would you like to try?”

“I’m….not sure.” Your answer was truthful, and the fact that you were considering it surprised you. It had always been your job to get Ken out of his comfort zone but lately it felt like the roles had been reversed, especially now.

“Uhhh,” Ken laughed, looking down to try and cover his nerves. “Well, I don’t have a belt anyway, so.”

“You can also use your hands.” The words were out before you knew it.

Ken looked up, encouraged by your answer, and you realized this was less about pure curiosity and more that he had been thinking about this for awhile and had probably been trying to figure out how to ask you. So this must have turned him on, a lot, considering how small he was feeling based on his body language. “Yeah?”

Now you looked down, and you hated how this felt like an odd first date where neither party was certain what they were comfortable asking the other to do after dinner. You nodded.

Ken took a step closer, feeling out the energy you were giving him. “Is that something….” You saw him pull a hand out of his pocket then stare at it, then at you. Oh he was definitely imagining it now.

“Maybe.” You said, forcing yourself to look up again. “Maybe,” you stepped towards him too, and ran your fingers along his collar on the shirt you had bought him recently. “You can surprise me sometime, and we can find out together.”

Ken held his composure but you saw the excitement in his eyes, and he nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He looked so boyish and you smiled at him.

You both discovered together when the next day you were on your stomach on the floor, trying to retrieve an earring that had fallen underneath the dresser. You heard Ken inhale sharply behind you and you froze, but only because you expected him to be on top of you any second without warning. When he remained standing, you turned, still on your stomach.

His hands were opening and closing, like wanting to touch something but knowing he wasn’t allowed to. You decided to play with him a little.

“Whatcha doing, Ken?”

He startled. “Oh, I…did you lose something.”

“Just an earring.” You smiled at him then turned back to reaching underneath the dresser. You were wearing a button up shirt and some cute undies but nothing else, and you wiggled your ass a little, trying to maintain your giggle.

Ahh, there he is, you thought, as he was on top of you within seconds, his shirt already gone. He was pulling your panties off while kissing the back of your neck.

“Can you..” He pulled on your shirt, and you sat up enough to pull it over your head, after which Ken immediately leaned into you until you were pressed against the floor again. He sat up and began to squeeze your butt, almost kneading it as his excitement grew. You moaned and relaxed into it. Maybe you needed to start having Ken give you massages, you mused, right as your thoughts were cut off by a sharp SMACK.

You jolted and looked back at Ken, who was frozen, your left cheek stinging a little still. He looked terrified, like this desire had gotten the better of him and you hated him and you would make him leave and -

“Ken,” you smiled back at him, then looked at his hand. You felt playful and wanted to see where this would go. “Do it again.”

His eyebrows raised. “You’re…sure?”

“MMhmmmm.” Your voice was almost a purr and you knew Ken loved when you did that. He spanked you again, a little harder, and you moaned but did enjoy the sensation. He waited a second and when you didn’t make him stop, he struck again, harder. You intentionally encouraged him on with the noises you made, and you could practically feel how horny he was even though you weren’t looking at him.

“That’s *so* good, Ken.” He struck again and you giggled, then realized you were suddenly in desperate need to feel him inside you. Each strike made you tense up and you became almost overcome with the need to squeeze around him. “Ken? My love, my incredible boy. I need something.”

“Yeah?” You heard the excitement in his voice as he stopped to hear what you were going to tell him.

“I need you inside me. Feel so tight and need to feel you.”

He was on it in a second, on his stomach as well, raising you up so your chest remained on the floor but your knees held your hips up in the air, and he sucked your clit harshly, causing your knees to buckle a little. He raised himself onto his forearms to hold your hips steady and he devoured you for awhile, always loving your wetness against his mouth as his tongue fucked you. Once he felt you were ready, he pressed his fingers inside of you, allowed your hips to relax on the ground again as he used his other hand to knead your ass. He was circling his fingers inside you and you reveled in feeling *everything* when his hand came down onto your cheek again, sharp and fast.

You cried out, your entire being shuddering at how amazing the sting felt while your muscle gripped his fingers harder than you ever had before. “Ohhh god, oh god, oh god.” You felt little spasms ignite all throughout your groin.

“Is it okay?” Ken asked, concerned.

“It is incredible.” You had never heard yourself growl but your voice sounded pretty near to it. “More, please, more, Ken.”

He continued for awhile, your hips bucking into his fingers as your cheeks became redder. “Ken,” you whined, “need your cock, please. Gonna cum soon.”

“No.” He sped up his fingers a little.

“I…need..”

“You’ll get it when I give it to you.”

Holy fucking…you lost it then, seeing stars, spasming hard and wailing as your hands reached for anything to grip on the bare carpet. Your breathing calming down, you heard Ken unzip his jeans behind you, then open your legs wide, lowering his hips to meet yours as his cock slid all the way into you. You sobbed as his mouth met your ear. “*Now* you get my cock.”

His newfound enjoyment in dominance was incredible but as he pumped himself into you, you realized your sweet, innocent, bashful Ken was becoming a little lost in all the excitement the last couple days, and you grinned to yourself as you made mental notes on exactly how you would turn that back onto him as soon as possible.

For now, you reveled in just letting him take you, his moans right next to your ear absolutely music and when he spanked one of your buttocks hard again you tensed and cried out, causing Ken to gasp loudly when you squeezed around him impossibly tighter. Holy dear fuck. He wanted more of that but needed to make sure you were okay first.

“Was that okay?” He asked between thrusts.

“Mmmhmm.” You were in pure ecstasy.

“Can I do it again?”

“Yes, sweet Ken.” Ken cried out when his next strike was harder and you pussy reacted accordingly.

He wondered how long he could hold out at how deliciously your muscle clenched around his as he began spanking you in time with his thrusts, your butt cheek stinging more than before, and you had the pornographic thought of what if you actually would be sore and it would hurt to sit the rest of the day?

Right when you felt like you might have to ask him to calm down a little, almost unable to breathe between his rough thrusts and strikes, he stopped and pulled out. You were dizzy when he turned you around to face him and pulled you on top of him as his feet were planted on the floor, knees bent, and he sat you on top of him. You sobbed as you sank down onto his cock again, unable to muster the strength to push off with your legs.

Ken knew, and he loved it, he loved watching how you became less and less coherent every time he found a new way to fuck you, and he impaled you on his cock effortlessly as you screamed, your nails raking into his shoulders and chest, and he got lost in how good it felt to be marked by you in this way. His climax nearing, he sat up a little straighter and hugged you close to him, tears stinging your eyes as he kissed them away right before he came, and the hardest he ever had. You spasmed in time with him, Ken shouting your name over and over until you were both spent. It took you both awhile to calm down, your breathing rapid and both of your bodies trembling together.

Once Ken regained his strength, much faster than you, he gently picked you up and carried you to the bed. He snuggled you into him and had a deep desire to take care of you. He knew that was the most intense sex you had experienced together, and he became concerned that maybe he had gone a little too far in his excitement. Maybe he actually got so caught up in his want and how hazy the world was from the moment he entered you that he lost control and overdid it. You let out little moans into his neck while he tenderly held you, ran his fingers through your hair and down your back, giving you the softest of kisses on the top of your head.

“Ken?” You mustered up the energy to softly speak.

“Y/n,” he whispered back, hand caressing your cheek. He was in awe of you. He was also still lost in the anxiety that he might have -

“That was amazing.” You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

He exhaled a little. “You’re okay?”

You nodded, and turned your head to kiss his hand on your face. “It was insane,” you let out a barely audible laugh. Ken smiled then, wanting to hug you tighter but forcing himself to remain gentle.

“You’re staring to become a little *too* dominant,” you teased, pushing his hair out of his face and loving how the sweat he had worked up glistened on his chiseled body.

“Is that bad?” He browned furrowed. God, if you weren’t spent you would literally take him here and now, and remind he what it felt like to be submissive to you, but on an entirely different level than before.

“Not at all, but…” you trailed off for a second, getting lost in those blues eyes, those damn eyes that belonged to this fucking hunk of a man but made your heart melt every time you saw how sensitive he really was, and about how much he truly worshipped you. “Let’s just say I have some things in mind that I’ll be trying on you *very, VERY* soon.”

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justlemmeadoreyou · 2 months

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in sickness and in health

Summary: Harry takes care of y/n while she's sick.

Words: 1,000+

Warnings: Mostly fluff!

Y/N groaned as she slowly blinked her eyes open, her head pounding and her throat feeling raw and scratchy. She reached for the box of tissues on her nightstand, wincing at the movement. As she blew her nose, the bedroom door creaked open.

"Morning, love," came Harry's soft voice. He padded in, a tray laden with toast, orange juice, and a steaming mug of tea balanced carefully in his hands. "Brought you some breakfast."

"Harry..." Y/N croaked out, her voice little more than a whisper. "You didn't have to do that."

He shook his head, setting the tray down on the nightstand. "Of course I did. You're sick as a dog, babe." Harry perched on the edge of the bed, his hand coming up to brush her sweat-damp hair back from her forehead. "Looks like that nasty flu is really doing a number on you."

Y/N managed a weak smile, nuzzling into his touch. "I feel horrible."

"I know, sweetheart." Harry's thumb stroked her flushed cheek tenderly. "But I'm going to take care of you, okay? We'll get you feeling better in no time."

Leaning down, he pressed a lingering kiss to her clammy forehead before reaching for the mug of tea. "Here, drink some of this. The honey should help soothe your throat."

Y/N took a careful sip, the warm liquid coating her raw throat. She sighed in relief. "That's nice. Thank you, Haz."

"Of course, my love." Harry picked up a piece of dry toast from the tray. "Think you can manage a few bites? You need to keep your strength up."

Obediently, Y/N nibbled on the toast as Harry fussed over plumping up her pillows and layering an extra blanket over her shivering form. He clucked his tongue sympathetically at her pale, clammy appearance.

"I've got some cold medicine for you to take too. That should help with the aches and chills."

True to his word, Harry retrieved a dose of flu medication, holding it out along with a glass of cool water. Y/N swallowed it down gratefully.

"Such a good girl," Harry praised, stroking her hair again. "Now, I want you to try and get some more rest, okay? I'll be just down the hall if you need anything at all."

Y/N caught his hand as he made to stand. "Wait... Could you stay with me for a bit?"

Harry's eyes softened. "Of course, darling. Budge over."

He slid under the covers, gathering Y/N's shivering form into his arms. She burrowed against his chest, breathing in the comforting scent of his cologne and letting it soothe her frazzled senses.

Harry pressed a kiss to her hair, rubbing her back soothingly. "Just relax and rest up, okay? I'm right here."

Y/N nodded, allowing her eyes to drift shut. She felt so safe and cared for wrapped in Harry's embrace. Despite feeling utterly miserable from her illness, having him there to look after her made it so much better.

Several hours later, she awoke feeling marginally less feverish - though her head was still pounding. Harry stirred beside her, ever attentive.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," he murmured. "How are you feeling?"

Y/N sniffled pitifully. "A little better, I think. But my head is killing me."

"Hang on, let me get you a cool cloth for your forehead." In a flash, Harry was out of bed and heading for the en-suite bathroom.

He returned with a damp washcloth, gently draping it over Y/N's feverish brow. She sighed in relief at the delicious coolness against her pounding head.

"Thank you, baby. That feels heavenly."

Harry smiled, tenderly brushing her hair back. "I love taking care of my best girl. Are you hungry at all? I could whip up some chicken soup."

At the thought of food, Y/N's stomach roiled queasily. "Maybe just some more tea and dry toast for now?"

"You got it." Harry leaned in, dropping a featherlight kiss on her chapped lips. "I'll be right back with your tea, sweet thing."

True to his word, Harry returned a few minutes later with a fresh mug of piping hot tea and a couple pieces of dry buttered toast. He helped Y/N sit up against the mountain of pillows before passing her the mug.

"Careful, it's hot," he cautioned unnecessarily.

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. "Yes, Dad."

Harry chuckled, taking a seat next to her on the bed and offering her a piece of toast. As she picked at the bread, he pulled her feet into his lap, gently massaging the soles.

"Mmm," Y/N hummed in appreciation. "You're too good to me."

"Nonsense. I'm just being a good boyfriend and taking care of my girl when she needs me." Harry winked playfully. "Afterall, I'll need you to return the favor when I inevitably catch this flu from you."

Y/N laughed weakly. "Deal."

For the rest of the day, Harry fussed over Y/N - keeping her hydrated, fetching her books and magazines to read, and just sitting by her side with his arms wrapped securely around her. She couldn't have asked for a better nurse.

As evening fell, Harry brought Y/N a fresh mug of hot tea, laced with honey and lemon. "Here, drink up. Should help that scratchy throat of yours."

"You're too good to me," Y/N said again, cradling the mug gratefully.

Harry shook his head seriously. "Never. You deserve the world, my love." He leaned in, kissing her forehead tenderly. "I'm just trying to give it to you."

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yoonlattesworld · 1 year

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Oh the lust-KNJ

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Genre/warning: dilf namjoon, forbidden relationship, smut,a little angst, a little fluff,age gap, daddy kink, unprotected sex, spanking, rough sex, big dick joon, praise kink, nicknames, getting caught by his?, asshole fucking,this is just smut lolz, also, you're a screamer in this one,mentions of cheating.

Synopsis: oh it's so wrong. Wanting you is so fucking wrong but he can't help it. How can he when he's so drawn to your angelic features

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"You look gorgeous,baby" you smiled a little shyly, looking at him coyly as he sat on the couch of his bedroom, his legs spread with his hand resting over his thick thigh. You didn't missed the way he eyed your body like a hungry wolf. As you stood in front of him wearing a pink skirt which came just above your mid thighs. Wearing only a pink skirt with a hairband of cute little bunny ears on the top of your head. "Can you do a little twirl for me,my dove?" His voice was deep and husky as he leaned back on the couch. You nodded whispering a small "yes daddy" as you eyed his very much noticable bulge before twirling around, making sure that he got a nice view of what was under the little skirt "fuck" he sighed, his hand going towards his bulge and he palmed himself through his pants, his voice heavy with lust as he mumbled "come lay on my lap pretty girl"

You bite your bottom lip, smiling softly as you strutted over to him with an unintentional sway of hips. Leaning down you pouted, and his dimples popped up as he smiled, kissing your plump lips making you giggle softly as you laid on your stomach, over his spreaded legs. Your ass up as your lower body laid on his one leg. You moaned softly as his large hand started kneading your ass, massaging the soft flesh and a shiver ran down your spin when he lifted the skirt, your glistening pussy now exposed to the cold air in the room. He groaned massaging your ass cheek softly before mumbling "can you be a good girl and count for me?" You eagerly nodded "yes daddy" wiggling your butt, relishing in his deep chuckle. You waited for the impact with a slightly tensed body. But it never came. Your eyebrows furrowed and you relaxed slightly before turning your face to look at him "daddy what's wrong- ah one!" A squeal left your lips when he suddenly spanked you hard, causing you to grip the material of his expensive couch. He chuckled before mumbling "can you tell me your safe word baby?" You sniffled quietly whispering "red,daddy" "good girl" he murmured before raising his hand and you gasped jumping when his hand came in contact with your ass again "two!" And this went on until you were flushed and pink with tears streaking down your face. But you didn't tell him to stop.

"T-thirteen daddy!" You sobbed holding his thigh tightly while he massaged your ass cheek tenderly. Being mindful of the red and bruised skin. "You're doing so good my dove. Just two more. You can take it can't you?" He rasped caressing your hair and you nodded Immediately, sniffling "y-yes i can daddy" "good girl" you perked up at the praise before the sound of skin slapping echoed loudly "f-fourteen!" Again "f-fifteen!" You cried out, slumping on his lap as he gently massaged your ass. You're more than sure that it's all red and bruised with his hand marks on them.

He gently picked you up, making you sit on his lap and wiped your tears softly "you did so great baby" "r-really?" You whispered with hopeful eyes and your face brightened when he nodded "so perfect. My good girl" "your good girl" you whispered to yourself smiling giddily but soon it turned into a sheepish one when he chuckled raspily "you ruined my pants baby. You got this wet just by getting spanked" you gaped at his expensive suit pants,a big spot of your arousal present on them and some of it had also dripped on the couch. "M'sorry daddy" you mumbled but your pout gives away that you're not one bit of sorry. He smirks,cupping your full breast in his large hand and you sighed out as he started playing with your pebbled nipples. "As much as i would love to play with these pretty tits i need to be inside you baby. Get on the bed" he murmured. The dominance in his voice only makes you gush even more. You stood up and started walking towards the bed hearing him groan lowly and looked over your shoulder. A small giggle left your lips when you realized he was staring at your thighs were your arousal was dripping down "you love knowing you make me crazy don't you" he grunted standing up and walking towards you with long and dominant strides as you laid on the king sized bed with your kness bend so that your pussy was on full view to his hungry eyes.

You watched him from your spot, innocently shaking your head with a smile. Your eyes following his movements as he yanked his tie off while clenching his jaw and poking his inner cheek with his tongue. Oh god you love when he does that. His dark eyes were pinned to your womanhood as he took off his suit jacket and shirt roughly, before taking off his pants along with his briefs and your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing up and slapping against his abdomen.

Namjoon is huge. He's bigger than any other dick you've had. Certainly a lot more bigger than his son. It always makes you wonder if he'll fit. No matter how many times he has taken you. You whimpered in want staring at the precum forming already. He palmed himself, his voice coming out with heavy pants with his eyes heavy with lust "turn around and get on all fours,dove and keep that skirt on" you nodded "yes daddy" and turned around getting on Your hands and knees, wiggling your ass. He inhaled sharply, getting on the bed and you jumped slightly when his hand came in contact with yout clit, a soft moan leaving your lips as he rubbed slow circles over your throbbing pussy. "Fuck. So fucking wet" he gritted, spreading your ass cheeks and a guttural groan left his lips when your ass hole came in his view. You squeaked and jumped when his finger suddenly started circling your rim. A gasp leaving your lips when his thumb applied more pressure on your asshole.

"Has your asshole ever been fucked, baby?" He murmured rubbing slow circles over your rim and you shaked your head moaning softly causing him to chuckle cockily "of course you haven't. Those little jerks who cum after 2 strokes can't handle all this ass" he growled squeezing your ass causing you to whimper softly "j-joonie need you please. Need your cock" you whined and he chuckled playing with your clit " 'course you do angel. Tell me pretty baby. Can i fuck this little asshole?" You gasped nodding eagerly. Why? Simply because you trust him. You trust that he would never hurt you. "Do you remember your safe word?" He murmured fondling with your folds and you nodded "red, daddy" "that's my girl" his girl. You smiled at the thought

He leaned down and you jumped slightly when he spat on your virgin hole. He bite his lip, slowly entering one finger inside you. You released a delicious gasp, your hands bunching up the sheets as he shushed you "is this good baby?" Although you felt a slight discomfort, it was starting to feel good as his long finger massaged yout clit too. "Yes joonie" he tched and you immediately apologized after realizing what you called him. "Take deep breaths for me babygirl" you did as he said, your eyes clenching shut when you felt another finger entering causing your body to tense up "relax doll" he murmured slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your asshole. You sighed as the discomfort started disappearing but suddenly, squeak of his name left your lips when he entered a third finger, slowly thrusting. And after a while, it was starting to feel good. "How does that feel little dove?" He asked calmly. You wonder how can he sound so calm and patient when he quite literally has a raging boner. Maybe because he's not like those boys of your age. Impatient and always in a hurry to finish like a horny teenager. Maybe it's because he's older and experienced.

"Feels good" you sighed moaning softly and slowly wiggling your hips to get used to the new feeling "think you can take my cock now?" He mumbled and you thought about it. Maybe you can. I mean there's literally three fingers inside your asshole so you can take his cock right? After a second, you nodded "you sure?" He asked once again and you looked over your shoulder whining softly "yes daddy please need your cock" he chuckled taking his fingers out causing you to clench around nothing "demanding little princess " not your fault. He realized that maybe he has spoiled you a little too much. Not that he minds.

He patted your butt once, before lining himself to your entrance. A shaky breath left your lips when you felt his tip running against you hole. And suddenly, a mixture of a gasp and a moan left your lips when his cock started entering inside your much tighter asshole. You definitely weren't ready to him. You realized as you felt his cock brushing against each part of your asshole. Filling you up to the brim. "Fuck still so damn tight" namjoon gritted, gripping your ass tightly with possessive hands as he slowly bottomed out before slamming back in causing you moan loudly as your body jerked forward. He bite his lip, his hips stuttering slightly because of how you were squeezing his dick so hard. But as he found a steady pace, he was anything but gentle, thrusting in and out ruthlessly as low groans and growls left his lips. A cry of his name left your lips as he thrusted in particularly hard, causing your arms to shake and you lost balance, your upper body no longer being supported by your arms, your cheek pressed against his pillow and your hands gripped his sheets with your ass up in air.

Loud moans were spilling from your lips as he fucked you ruthlessly. The sound of skin slapping increasing by the second as he gripped your ass in a bruising grip. "Fuck yes doll let me hear that voice" he groaned pounding inside you hard. Tears started running down your face because of the overwhelming pleasure. Never did you imagine that you would be here on your boyfriend's dad's bed. Naked and getting your body spilt in two parts by his dad's cock.

You still remember when you met him for the first time. Sehun had told you that his mom died when he was 16 years old. So his dad has been raising him alone since 6 years. You already felt so much respect for his dad. But as saw him for the first time, you didn't miss the way his eyes ran over your body. And you felt bad for liking the way he was looking at you. But soon you realized you shouldn't have felt so bad. Because well, you weren't surprised when you found out that your so called boyfriend has been cheating on you with his girl bestfriend ever since you both started dating. He has no idea that you know. It's been 5 weeks since you found out. And that was the reason you and his dad namjoon got this close.

It started with a little brush. How he'd brush his finger on your arm,how he'd pat your head. Of course he never touched you before when you were happily in a relationship with his son. But after you told him that his son has been cheating on you, the tension between you both started increasing. It was almost to the point that one day you caught him jerking off while moaning your name. You were a little ashamed of how wet you got just by hearing his moans. No he wasn't a creep. He would never touch you or do anything that will make you uncomfortable. He wasn't stupid you see. He has noticed the little signs you give him. How you'd stare at his fingers, his lips, how you'd clench your thighs together every time praised you for anything.

So the night when you caught him masturbating, was the first time you let him take you. Against the wall because he was too impatient. Having waited long enough he wasn't going to waste any time. He didn't even bothered to strip you down. You were wearing a skirt that day too. He just pushed your panties to the side and fucked you till you can't feel your legs. But it seemed like he wasn't satisfied after that too. Because you woke up to his face in between your thighs. Not that you minded. Your so called boyfriend was also fucking his bestfriend at her house. What started as just lust, started turning something more every time you let him take you. And you know he feels it too. Of course he was furious at his son. Cheating is a big no. So you both decided to him have a taste of his own medicine until he finds out.

You gasped moaning his name as his hand fisted your hair, not tight enough to hurt you. He moaned at the sight. You looked like a fucking wet dream. Cheeks flushed pink and pressed against his pillow, your eyes rolled back, his one hand was holding both of your wrists over your back. Your mouth hanged open as tears and drool mixed on his pillow. Fuck. "Gonna come my dove?" He panted, his thrusts getting sloppier as you nodded "yes! Daddy gonna cum-" "fucking cum" he growled and you did. Harder than you've ever before. You screamed his name as your high washed over you, ruining his sheets as you came hard. So hard that you blacked out for a moment.

His eyes clenched shut and his head lolled back as he felt his own high approaching rapidly. And just as he was about to come, the door of his bedroom snapped open and in came his son "dad can you keep it down-" sehun froze on his place, and at the same time namjoon moaned your name as his cock shot ropes and ropes of his cum inside you. Everything was silent for a moment other than namjoon's heavy breathing as he raised an eyebrow towards his son whose mouth was hanging open as he looked at you and his dad.

You opened your eyes hazily, only seeing a blurred image of your precious ex boyfriend standing there and looked at him with a fucked out smile before slurring out "hey baby..hope you had a great dinner with gina. Because i had a great time with joonie"

Namjoon snickered. Sehun left the room and made sure to close the door behind him.

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konigsblog · 11 months

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for angst, him comforting you with mental health issues (depression, anxiety, eating, bad coping skills, maybe he notices signs of mania?) things like that could be triggering but sometimes it’s just nice to feel like theres someone there for you, even if it’s not real :(

tw; mentions of eating disorders (bulimia)

whenever he came back from your deployment, you always looked different. your weight fluctuating, you jaw swollen and your eyebags growing. some days he came back and you had red marks and scars on your knuckles, your teeth grazing against your skin causing cuts to form.

you always smiled, even if you were really struggling, and he always grew worried. he didn't want tto find you leaning over the toilet, your stomach swollen with food, ruptured and deceased. he hates the way your tears would well up with tears when you brushes through your hair - chunks of hair falling from your scalp, losing your sex drive due to insecurities and your struggles.

whenever you slept, he'd hold you hand. noticing your purple and blue nails, freezing cold palms. you were so cold that he worried if you'd died, feeling like a corpse in his arms. gazing down at the redness on your knuckles, sighing deeply before kissing your forehead, removing the body scale in the bathroom and throwing away the food scales that rested in the cupboard draws.

simon despised the way you'd play around with your food, cutting them into small pieces and attempting to distract him with questions about his day or work. how was your day? what did you do on your missions this time? how's johnny? eventually, he couldn't take the fear forming in his gut everytime he looked at you, dropping his utensils onto the table and grabbing your hand tenderly. “sweetheart, speak to me, please.”

you were hesitant, knowing how much you hated your body, you didn't want to get help. the compliments you got from your friends whenever you lost a couple kilos encouraged you further, taking sips of water and repressing your hunger. the muscle inside you wore away, nutrients lacked, standing up too fast and fainting.

he made sure not to force you into eating disorder recovery, but acknowledging your problems and working on helping your slowly. he placed more food on your plate everyday, talked your through your meals and held you for however long you needed.

you both stood naked infront of the mirror, sat on his lap as he pointed out everything he loved about you (spoiler alert, it was everything) wiping your tears away while cradling you in his arms. “my love, i love you, baby.. you're so gorgeous, i don't understand how you can't see that.”

“you'll always be my sweet girl, you're so perfect - every inch of you, regardless of body weight, measurements and height, you're stunning to me, i can't imagine you any other way apart from with me, i need you, let me help you.”

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pennyserenade · 1 year

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ONLY BACKWARDS

pairing: dieter bravo x you, dieter bravo x reader rating: explicit (oral sex (female receiving), pinv, references to unprotected sex, hate sex, light dirty talk (not degrading) tags: angst, age gap (reader is 34 and bravo is 48), hurt/comfort word count: 2.8k+ summary: it has been 6 months since you last heard from dieter bravo. this time he comes back to you with a black eye and he asks for too much. it is just like always. a/n: i wrote this in about a day so if its a little funky, that’s probably why. unbeta’d. songs i recommend you listen to while you read (if that’s something you enjoy): american dream by lcd soundsystem, sculptures of anything goes by arctic monkeys, californication by red hot chili peppers, and conversation 16 by the national

Fourteen years and two days. Depending on the way you look at it, that’s either a long time or too little of it.

As you take a good look at the man who you share this age gap with, you aren’t sure where you fall on the spectrum.

Dieter looks like shit. Beneath his right eye is purplish yellow, no doubt the reward he got for committing one of his heavily repeated mistakes. His eyes are reddish, bloodshot and he looks like he made some attempt at looking nice a day or two ago, but what he’s left with is stubble on his cheeks and hair gone greasy from too much product. You used to want to nurse him in these states, to hold his head between your hands and speak to him tenderly.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own age for once?” you say to him, pushing your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose. Your voice doesn’t possess the vitriol a sentence like that needs to really land. He squints against the sun, waiting. Your fingers press into the steering wheel. Be good, do good, you tell yourself. You can’t pick up a grown man’s baggage for the rest of your life. You don’t want to.

He doesn’t attempt to charm you. “I just want to take a shower and a nap and then I’ll never bother you again.”

“Why can’t you do that at your own house?”

Dieter pouts out his lips, looking above the hood of the car. In the other corner of the studio lot, there are people making a ruckus, laughing, talking too loudly. He looks back at you, brown eyes devoid of any real emotion. “I don’t like my own home.”

You think of all you’ve got to do. A script to write, a meeting in the morning, a date at 9. You really think you could like the guy too—a salaried television writer who lives in a sizable house and graduated from somewhere like Princeton. Your friend who set you up says he’s the perfect match for you: handsome, sweet, smart. Reliable.

“One shower and a hour nap, Bravo, and then you’re out.” He nods his head gratefully. “I mean it,” you say, voice serious. “No silly business this time. I’m doing this because I’m feeling charitable today.”

He makes his way to the passenger side and you take the time to glance down at the car clock. It’s two o’clock.A familiar pang of regret hits you. Seven hours seems like an eternity to you now.

You decide it then: fourteen years is too much, even if you are thirty-four and he is forty-eight. It matters to you today, because you know if you don’t let it, you will be picking up his baggage forever. It is an entire ocean separating the both of you today, because it has to be.

———

Dieter’s hair is still soaking wet, the towel you set out for him abandoned at the head of your bed. It hasn’t even touched him, didn’t get the chance before he settled between your legs. As he presses his warm tongue to your cunt, cold droplets fall from his head onto your thighs. You are keenly aware of the way they make their slow descent down, onto your freshly washed bed spread.

You don't know why you let these things happen. It’s as if something takes hold of you when he’s around, makes you foolish.

The worst part is that you know it’s your fault. For once in his goddamn life, Dieter was being good. He didn’t make any passes, didn’t even say much aside from a few pleasant “Thank you”s. You couldn’t stand it, which makes you on par with him, foolish and reckless and self absorbed—and oh God, his tongue feels good.

Your legs are draped over his shoulders and his fingers grip into your hips, pinning them down before they even get the chance to lift. Because he knows they will, knows because he’s made them do that before, many times. As he parts you with his tongue, lapping up your juices and making more of them, you watch him. His long nose barely grazes your sensitive clit and you moan openly siri want—too giving for so little effort.

Dieter works with patience. You will give him this: he is a good pussy eater. He licks you open and leaves you wanting, pressing into every part of you except the parts you desperately need him to. He works you for so long, his warm tongue pressing hard against your lips, the place above your entrance, the place just below your clit. You are so sensitive beneath him that you feel like you might explode from the anticipation. You feel everything: the coldness of his wet hair as it presses against your thighs, your lower stomach, where he’s moved one of his hands, the fabric of the bra on top of your pebbled nipples.

Dieter knows how to overwhelm you so well that it’s the center of most of your fantasies when you’re alone. You’d never tell him that, God forbid the ego it’d give him, but you relish the fact now. You’ve touched yourself so many times thinking about his tongue, the way it drinks you up and splits you apart, and here is he, doing it better than you remember. It’s like hearing a favorite song live after only listening to it on a scratched, over-loved vinyl for too long: exactly how intended, and better than it should be. Your toes curl and he doesn’t even come close to what aches the most.

You’re not going to make your date. It’s the fate he writes out with his precise tongue. He watches you as he spears the tip of it inside of you and he draws out the show he wants: that open mouthed, silent moaning that comes from feeling too much pleasure all at once. It’s the type that makes you tip your head back, flooded with a pulsing desire that causes your knees to try to draw together. He does it again and again, swirling around inside of one. You clench around nothing when he abandons it to run his tongue through your lips again, with no real destination.

“Don’t make me beg,” you whine, voice low, tugging at his hair. Water drips out into your hands but you don’t care. He listens, attaching his mouth to your sensitive clit and he presses his tongue down, making you struggle, trying to lift the hips he’s got pinned. He takes it into his mouth, sucking at the tender flesh. You feel split open all the sudden, not vulnerable - not really - but laid out just for him, your body craving only what he can give. It is an embarrassing amount of desire that covers the entirety of you, and yet you aren’t embarrassed by it at all.

For a moment, it is better than all the love in the world, which is exactly why you end up like this. You know that. You shouldn’t lie to yourself about it. That one second where he is enough - more than enough - can sustain you until the next time he will inevitably fail you.

He draws the orgasm out of you quickly this way. The heels of your feet dig into his back, unable to stop the way you grow stiff with ecstasy of it coursing through you. He doesn’t stop when it hits, his tongue lapping up all your juices until you’re tugging at his hair, almost raw with oversensitivity.

His lips glisten with your slick. You urge him forward, tugging at his forearm, letting him kiss you on the mouth before he has the chance to wipe you off of himself. He likes that, you know. You’re so blissed out for a moment, you forget the seas that part the two of you. Suddenly he is not Dieter Bravo, the man you have to rescue every six months, but Dieter, the one who knows you better than you do yourself sometimes.

As his eager tongue meets yours, you allow him to position his hips between your legs, opening them up wide to fit his body.

His weeping cock presses against you as he kisses you, hard and desperate to be touched. As his fingers gently skim over your jaw, down your neck, you think about how easy it would be for him to slip inside of you. How in one fluid motion, he and you could be so close, the thickness of him satisfying a greedy desire you have to take all of him. Fucking him all of the sudden seems like the very simplest solution to all your problems. It’s a primal thing that he inspires in you. His soft tongue drew out desires hidden in you and now that they’re out, you can’t put them back.

You wrap your legs around him, pressing him closer. You want him to flirt with the idea in the same way you do, to crave it so badly he stutters asking for it. He freezes against your lips, overcome with the way you press against one another. Everything, everywhere, is warm. Tense. Taut.

He kisses down your neck but is careful not to move his body, perceptive of the fact he is pressed to your cunt and with one accidental motion, will rub against it. He is wanting, sensitive. You want him to beg.

“You’re so good, Dieter,” you tell him, hands intertwining in his drying overgrown locks. “I’ve missed this. Missed you,” you add, your breath against his ear.

He pants against your neck, unwillingly pressing himself into you, rubbing slightly. He stops kissing you, focuses fully on not doing what he shouldn’t. He is being good, telling you to take the parts of him you want, saying sorry in the only way he really knows how: by clumsily handing himself over to you.

You lift your hips into his, forgoing your need to hear him beg. His eagerness is akin to soft pleas. It is enough just to be wanted, and you know he does: he can hardly contain himself, pressing down when you finally press up. You wet his cock this way, letting him rub up and down, up and down, gathering you up and relishing what warmth of you you’ll give him as the mattress groans beneath you.

“I could cum like this,” he pants, bringing his lips back to yours. He kisses you hard, enough to make your lips swollen, red.

You shake your head. “Don’t cum,” you tell him, panicked. You stop moving and he stops too, eyebrows knitting together. “Fuck me, Dieter. I need you to fuck me.”

There is a vulnerability in his gaze as he takes those words in. You are pinned between his arms, beneath his solid body, surrounded entirely by him, and yet it is this look that makes you feel the closest to him. You share a feeling, not an agreement but an understanding: this is it. It is everything you are to each other, and perhaps all you ever will be.

You hate him for that. You need him to tear you up, split you in half, make you feel the residuals of his affection through the quick snap of his hips and guttural moans you will feel in your bones. You don’t want understanding.

Because you are angry or perhaps because you’ve gotten a little wiser since you last saw him, you tell him, “Condom,” evenly. It’s a barrier, some precaution you don’t usually make him take. He had told you once that he had never fucked anyone without one, that in all of his recklessness, he had never failed to do that. So of course you gave it to him, let yourself be his first. Now you’re taking it away.

The purplish yellow of his under eye reassures you that this is right. He didn’t get that being good, being kind. Probably, he fucked someone’s wife, someone’s husband. He hadn’t called you for two months before today. He isn’t kind. Not always. The bruise is the violence he tears through life with. A marking of his wreckage.

Dieter doesn’t protest about the condom, but you can tell he is wounded. He moves almost dutifully as he opens your bedside table and takes one out.

You don’t watch him put it on. You look up at the dark of your ceiling, your heart in your stomach.

“Okay,” he says with finality, wrapping a hand around your ankle. Your eyes soften as you look at him; he is blotted with desire, patchy with remorse. When his dark eyes gaze upon you with open tenderness, you feel your anger dissipate.

When you open your legs wider for him, he crawls back on the bed, nestles between your thighs. His hands slide beneath you, groping your ass, lifting you to himself. When your bodies connect, his cock sliding into you, you feel all of it. The thickness of his head, the shake of his body as he eases in slowly, the way he settles in you as he bottoms out, trying not to lose control. It is tender, soft. It curls up in your chest and softens a resolve you need to survive on scraps. You don’t want it.

You dig crescent-shaped moons in his ass, urge his hips forward as they begin to find a rhythm that is quick, angry. Your lips find each other clumsily, teeth clacking against teeth like inexperienced teenagers. When you move your head away, he kisses the side of your mouth by accident, and then stops trying altogether, burying himself in your neck. He’s never faulted you for not wanting his affection and won’t now. Calloused fingers continue to grip at your ass, pushing you up to meet his hips; it is hip to hip, his cock pushing into the deepest part of yourself, filling you to the hilt with a shared frustration.

You moan his name, a quick succession of Dieter, Dieter, Dieter, and he grunts helplessly, his body no longer his own, overtaken by desire and anger and disappointment. You are angry with yourself, angry you told him to put on the condom. You want him to fill you with it now—want the sticky substance of his desire to run down your legs and outlast the bitterness.

He eases you into the mattress, fucks into you with the slow, lazy roll of his hips again. His hands slip away from your ass, travel up to your hands. He interwines your fingers together, pins them above your head.

You whine, ache. “Harder,” you urge, your hips rising to make up for the lack of speed. You expected him to speed back up once he repositioned and the idea that he won’t fills you with dread. Fuck me, you echo again, hoping he understands.

He pushes into you, more focused, like that is what you mean when you say harder: more focused. It isn’t. You mean harder. You paw at his hips, shake your head. “Dieter,” you plead.

He draws back, snaps his hips into you. You gasp. Yes. You whisper it against his hot skin, and he does it again and again and again. Does it even when you sputter, voice straining, hips rising, rubbing against the patch of his body that meets your clit. He fucks you as you cum around his cock, lets your sensitive body feel the fury with which he takes you. With which you asked him to.

He continues this pace even after he fills the condom, lingers over this spot in time and allows your cunt to suck him dry, to take pieces of him until he is gripping tightly to your hands and overdone with pleasure. He exits you quick, draws back like he’s going to snap forth but doesn’t. You miss the feel of him immediately and you understand the craving you’ve got has to do with far more than sex.

Your eyes roll back, look at the clock on your nightstand. 3:30. You have time, but you won’t take it.

Dieter discards the condom in the bathroom and comes back out wearing his underwear and a t-shirt. He offers you a towel and you take it, wiping your connection away.

He helps you put your underwear back on and you let him climb back into your bed, lay yourself on top of him. He rubs your back as you listen to his heart thud in his chest.

“Dieter?” you say, voice quiet.

“Hm?”

“What happened to your eye?”

When he doesn’t respond, you tilt your head up. His eyes are closed but he’s not pretending to sleep.

“Oh, you know,” he shrugs, not opening them.

“It’ll make me mad to know?”

He nods, wrapping his arms around you.

“Why can’t you just be good?” Your voice is so quiet - timid - nearly inaudible. But he hears it, winces.

“I don’t know,” he tells you honestly. You’ve touched upon an open wound; he shifts beneath you, moving you to his side. But he still wraps himself around you, holds you close. “Let’s sleep.”

“Are you going to be here when I wake up?”

He holds your head to his chest. “If you want me to be.”

“Please,” you manage, before closing your eyes.

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jkasperj · 1 year

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Hi!!! This is my first post! I’m just starting with this so please pardon my bad writing! Feel free to request or tell me anything!

“Nice and slow”

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x reader fluff!! and smut! (mix mix:))

Maverick appreciated sensual lovemaking with you. He could get rough sometimes, but tonight he preferred to be in missionary with his eyes focused on you. He was caressing your cheek, each roll of his hips sending you higher above the clouds.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Maverick says, kissing your neck. A smile finds its way to inch across your face, your hands trailing over his back. The rippled muscles between his shoulder blades cause you to hum.

“I love you more,” You answer. “O-oh, Mav, right there!” You grunt when he hits that one spot, the one that’ll have you seeing stars. “Nice and slow, please,”

“Hold onto me, baby. I wanna feel you close.” Maverick whispers while holding your face. He kisses you tenderly. Angling his hips in just the right way, he pushes slowly into you, ensuring you feel every inch. “Sweetheart,” He grunts in your ear. He raises his head. He looks up at the ceiling in the midst of each thrust, his fingertips gripping the sheets beside your head.

You spread your legs apart and wind them around his waist. “Are you okay?” He asks you between pants.

“Mmhm,” You caress his cheek with your hand and slightly smile at the loving gaze he is giving you as he continues thrusting at a slow pace.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He genuinely asks and you could just nod given to the extreme amount of pleasure he was giving you. He was not the most vocal person when it came to sex, but tonight he was desperate to tell you just how much he loves you and how important you are to him.

“Yes, baby. Just like that right there, please don’t stop.” You begged, eyes closed, head tilted back. Within seconds, Maverick has you coming loud, moaning his name.

“This is where you belong, right here in my arms, baby.” his voice is sweet and affectionate, and it’s making you lose control.

You stare him right in the eyes, your gazes never faltering from each other. “Mav?”

you say in a low, barely audible voice.

“Yeah?” he replies, his hands rubbing up and down your sides as you pull him closer by his nape. “I love you.”

You needed to say that to him.

“I love you more.” He smiles, pressing a few needy kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips, sensory, and affectionate.

He let a loud moan go and said “I can’t believe I get to do this. Can’t believe I get to make love to you, whenever I want” his moans become quite louder “So good baby. You’re so good for me.”, is all he manages to get out, before his lips are attaching to your skin, placing sensitive, wet kisses all over your chest. As he continues to pump in and out, he brings one of his hands from your hips up to cup your cheek. “I love you so much, baby.” He breaths, thrusts becoming needier by the second “so fucking much”.

He’s biting his lip as well, trying to keep himself from screaming your name.

He continues making love to you slowly, pouring his heart and soul in every thrust. This man really loves you. He could swear he had never loved anyone like he loves you and never will do.

When you both came to your orgasms, he slipped out of you and laid you on top of him putting your head on his chest so you could rest. “You tired, sweetheart?” He asked you and you just nod feeling incredibly tired. “Go to sleep baby, I’ve got you. I love you” Maverick says before kissing your forehead sweetly and covering you with the covers so you wouldn’t get cold at night. He fell asleep minutes later.

Ahhh! I really hope this wasn’t a total disaster! Love y’all ✨

#pete mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell #maverick x reader #maverick fluff #pete mitchell imagine #top gun 1986 #pete maverick mitchell x reader #top gun

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coffeecakefanfics · 4 months

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Home with You ~ Astarion Smut/ F!reader

Summary: Basically, just the grave scene inspired by In A Week by Hozier.

Warnings: Fingering, oral (f receiving), PiV, mild fluff.

*I haven't written smut in probably three years so bear with me being rusty lol.*

Also the biggest of thank you's goes to celestialoutsider for beta reading and editing for me <3

The moonbeams that danced between the branches illuminated the cold stone in front of Astarion and (Y/n). His name etched into the stone was still covered in a thin layer of dirt, but for the first time his grave was adorned with a single flower. A gentle, loving hand had placed it there. So many emotions swirled through the pale elf’s mind at the gesture. The one that stuck out to him the most was the one that sent warmth through his chest, if he thought about it for more than a second, he might have recognized it as a mix of love and gratitude.

“I have a gift for you” the voice next to him drew his gaze to her face. We watched with curiosity as she untied the small bag of holding from her side and rummaged inside. “Ah there it is!” she beamed as her fingers finally grazed what she was looking for. The dark red liquid splashed against the glass. Astarion cracked a smile and gingerly took the bottle from his lover.

“This looks expensive,” He commented, turning the bottle over in his hands. The gold lettering shimmered in the moonlight, and the wine inside looked deep and rich.

“It was,” (Y/n) bit back a smile, “But I thought it was worth it. I was saving it for when we finally got these worms out of our heads,” she took the bottle from him and popped it open. The sweet smell went straight to his taste buds, saliva gathering in his mouth. It had been so long without a good wine.

“This however feels like a much better occasion to celebrate,” She smiled at him, and held the bottle out to him. With a bowed thank you he took a sip. Gods it would have paired so nicely with a creamy cheese or tender steak. It was in fact rich, and sweet, it was a wonderful change from the vinegar they had at the grove party.

“That really must have cost a fortune,” he smiled and took another sip before passing it off to her.

“I’d argue that your taste is the reason it was so expensive,” she smirked and took a sip. Astarion laid a hand on his chest in mock offense.

“I can’t say you’re wrong, but it still hurts,” his grin was spreading wider.

The pair sat and drank over half of the bottle before the giggling started. It was a wonderful change of pace from the fighting for their lives. Here, under the moon, wrapped in the warmth of a good wine it was just the two of them, safe and happy. The emotions swirled in his head now, everything else was clouded by the woman sitting next to him giggling over a dumb joke that he couldn’t bother to remember. It was loud and unbothered, followed by a sush and giggles from him. The smile on his face never faltered. His ruby eyes took in (Y/n) fully, how she threw her head back when she laughed, how her eyes softened and pupils blew wide at the sight of him, how the wine had flushed her cheeks, how the sight of him made his undead heart leap.

“You’re perfect.” the words had slipped out. (Y/n) pursed her lips, her cheeks flushing more.

“Well, you’re amazing,” she smiled at him, scooting closer to him till their knees touched. His nails scraped against the side of her scalp gently as he pushed her hair away from her face. Her own eyes took him in now. His face softened as she scanned his features.

“Thank you,” his voice was hushed so that only she could hear the words spilling from wine touched lips, “for everything. You’ve given me a second chance at life, and I want to live it with you at my side.”

She placed her hand over the one holding her head, the other finding its way onto his chest, right over his heart. “I’m here with you, for as long as you want me,” she spoke tenderly.

He captured her lips in a gentle kiss in response. They moved as one, perfectly in tandem. He slid his body over hers, laying them down onto the damp grass of the cemetery. She sighed into his mouth as his leg slid up to spread her legs in order to rest between them. (Y/n)’s hands slid into his silver curls tugging him impossibly closer, earning her own groan from the man above her. He leaned his weight onto one elbow and used the other to cradle her face in his hand. He held her so gently, like she would spook and run away from him still. After what felt like forever they parted for air, moving back just far enough to look each other in the eyes. Their chests heaved, eyes were blown wide, lips wet and swollen, and smiles plastered wide across their faces.

(Y/n) tugged his tunic off of him, running her hands down his torso after he was free from the garment. Her fingers were so warm against his cold skin. They ignited a fire in his belly as they softly roamed the expanse of his chest down his belly and toyed with the band of his pants. He pressed his lips to hers again as her hands continued to explore his body. Her lips danced across his throat and up the edge of his ear, biting gently causing a moan to fall from him.

“What a tease,” he said through a grin.

“I learned from the best,” she breathed with a matching wide smile. Her fingertips ran up his sides and over his shoulders using the position of her arms to tug him down to her. His desire for her pressed down onto her clothed heat, earning a small sound from them both. Their restraint was chipping away at every roll of their hips against each other. Astarion slid his own hand up (Y/n)’s shirt, he pulled away from her embrace to remove it from her body.

“Look at you,” he let his eyes rake over her frame hungirly. It was his turn to explore her body. He pressed soft kisses to the sides of her jaw and down her neck, sucking over her pulse and nipping at the faded spot he feeds from, and she moaned in response. Gods how he wanted to drink from her, to feel her blood coursing through his veins, becoming one in a different way for a little while.

Another time he thought to himself, dragging his lips across her collar bones and down the valley of her breasts. His fingers were ice against her perked nipples. A gasp left her lips as her chest arched into his touch. Astarion smirked at how responsive she was to him already. His mouth found her other nipple causing another moan to tumble out of her mouth. He took his time toying with each breast before kissing his way down to her waistband. His lips followed behind the garment kissing down her right leg and crawled back up her left leg after discarding it into the dirt.

“You’re so beautiful my love,” his voice was low and Desperate. His eyes looked so dark and hungry, the sight above her made (Y/n) shudder with anticipation. His fingers traced the tops of her thighs, teasing. “You’ll let me taste you, won't you?” she couldn’t tell if he was begging or wanting her to beg but she nodded her head furiously either way.

“Please Star,” her voice was soft and dripping with a need that made his cock impossibly harder in his pants. “Please touch me, I need to feel you,” she begged. How could he say no to such a pretty thing? He found his way down to meet her sex. The sight of her dripping for him had him licking his lips before spreading her and licking a wide strip from her entrance to her clit. (Y/n) threw her head back and loosed a loud, lewd moan. The feeling of his mouth on her finally aiding in the burning desire that had been dancing in her belly since he laid her in the grass. The sounds she was making as Astarion circled her clit were music to his pointy ears. The way she was gripping his hair and grinding onto his tongue made his head swim.

Astarion pulled away from her heat for a moment, earning him a whine. He licked her essence from his lips and leaned against her left leg, using his middle finger to toy with her entrance. Her moans filled the air again as she ground against him. “Come on sweet thing, I know you can use that pretty voice to ask” he teased. She whined in response but managed to find her voice.

“Please make me feel good. Want it so bad,” her hips rolled as his fingers brushed her clit. “I can take it Star, please,” her voice cracked slightly. He bit his lip at her honeyed words, his fang slightly dug into the skin. His own need was growing unbearable at this point, and maybe he felt a little guilty at ripping her from the edge. He slid his finger into her. Thank yous tumbled out of her lips, more sweet music as he added another. His dexterity quickly brought her back up to that peak. Astarion growled and brought his lips back to her clit. With a loud moan she snapped, white hot pleasure surged through her body as she gushed on his fingers and mouth.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, working her through the pleasure. He gently ran his hands up and down her thighs, coaxing her back to him. She looked so beautiful fucked out below him. Her hair splayed messily around her like a halo, her cheeks ever flushed, and her lips parted as her chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

“Can you give me another sweet girl?” he asked tenderly. She simply nodded at him with hooded eyes and croaked a “Yes.” Her throat was raw from the moans that had ripped through it. He moaned at the feeling of his cock finally being let free of his pants. (Y/n) licked her lips at the sight of him kneeled over her. He gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up with her entrance. He let his head and eyes roll back and he sunk into her, relishing in how warm and wet she was for him.

“Is this all for me darling?” he asked, pulling his hips back.

“It’s all for you, always” Her mewls fed his ego. He held the backs of her knees holding her legs open as he thrust back into her. The snap of his hips had her crying out in pleasure and rolling her head to the side. Throwing all caution to the wind he didn’t hold back his moans, letting her know just how much he was enjoying himself.

She was surrounding him, her cunt, her smell, her touch as her hands gripped his shoulders. He felt her flutter around him. The way she was squeezing him was enough to make his thrusts falter. He released her legs and wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her into him, the last bit of self-control he had gone. He laid his head on her shoulder breathing in her scent. “You’re gonna make me cum,” his voice was no more than a whimper.

“Please, with me” was all she managed to let slip before he gave her a particularly deep thrust, spilling ropes of his cum in her. Her own orgasm hit her right after, causing her walls to flutter and her legs to squeeze his hips. They lay there tangled together catching their breaths for a minute before he pulled out and laid on the soft grass next to (Y/n). She turned onto her side and brushed a curl that had fallen out of his face. She gave him a tired smile. He found her hand and pressed a kiss onto her palm. This felt right to him, laying with her, loving her. He decided that he could die there again and die happy. He didn’t care if they found them decomposing under the wisteria tree, he was with her. He was where he belonged. He was home.

#astarion ancunin #astarion smut #x reader #bg3 astarion #f!tav #f!reader

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weixuldo · 1 year

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Enigma// ch 9

anakin x reader

(a/n: so ngl, I wrote the first scene for this a while ago and I was gonna put it later on and write a full smut scene, but as the story progressed it seemed more and more out of place, so i’m putting it here as a sort of conclusion to last chapter’s cliff hanger :)

NSFW (kinda)

the more you interact with Anakin, the more mysterious he becomes

warnings: implied sex, cursing, belittling, permanant injury, overthinking, drinking, depression?, derogatory term of disability (used by anakin)

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You eased yourself off of him and flopped down on the bed. He was panting heavily and a thin sheen of sweat crowned his blissful features. His brows were drawn together in pleasure and his lips were puffy from yours against them.

You observed his chest rise and fell at a rapid pace, the scarring on his left side pulling as his ribs expanded.

You peered over his thigh to look at his cock, it was still twitching from his climax, thick ropes of cum were still spilling out of him. He came really fucking hard. You watched in amazement, you didn’t expect him to function this…well?

“Don’t flatter yourself” he panted out as he cracked an eye to look at you.

You shot him a confused glance.

He let out a scoff as he laid his head back down. He motioned to himself with one of his mechanical arms.

Oh.

“I wasn’t thinking anything about it” you responded, “But I’m glad I could please you”.

“Princess, I haven’t been touched like that in almost a decade, I think anyone could please me” he huffed as he closed his eyes once more.

“A decade…” you repeated, louder than you thought.

“Yeah, people weren’t exactly lining up to fuck a cripple” he stated as he began to come down from his high.

“Well what about yourself?” You inquired.

He held up his mechanical arms, “With what hands? You know, metal and plastics don’t exactly feel like the real deal”.

Your eyes softened, he had so much self hatred. Instead of recanting his statement you tenderly laid your head on his chest. The cool silver of his dog tags brushed against your warm cheek. It was nice.

He was still warm to the touch but he reached for the sheets to pull up.

“You're still sweating, cool down first” you said worriedly; you didn't want him to overheat.

“It’s fine” he said grunting as his hand slowly closed around the edge of one of his gray sheets.

You observed the sweat still sitting on his forehead, “Anakin, I really think you need to cool down first”.

He sighed and laid back onto his pillow, “Can you atleast cover my legs?”, he asked defeatedly.

It took you a moment to understand why he was so adamant about the covers, but it was because he was self conscious. You felt a pang of sadness, he had no reason to feel that way.

“don’t get used to this” he said shortly.

“Of course” you responded before pulling up the sheets.

Once you returned to his side you shortly drifted off to sleep. You were a little disappointed at his cold attitude, but atleast you got to experience this once.

What you didn’t see as you closed your eyes, was his soft expression as you nuzzled into his side.

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A streetlight peeked through the askew blinds, causing you to groan and turn your face away. You nuzzled further into the pillows beside you and let out a contempt hum when you felt the warmth of covers over you once more.

The weight made you drowsy again but you were startled when you felt something beside you shift. You shifted your head to see behind you. Surprisingly you were met with a head of sandy hair.

Anakin.

The weight over you wasn’t the blanket, it was his arm; he nuzzled into your shoulder as you exhaled a shaky breath. As much as you enjoyed his arm around you, you did have to use the bathroom, begrudgingly you whispered his name softly.

No luck.

You slowly turned to try and wiggle out of his hold, but thankfully he turned the other way. Gently you eased off of the bed and went to the restroom. As soon as you left, you were wishing for his warmth again.

You stumbled to the bathroom, still not fully accustomed to the layout of the apartment. You sat with a yawn and checked the time.

3:48 AM

You rubbed your eyes as you felt a twinge of a headache, no use going back to campus now.

Once you were finished you made your way back to the warm bed. Your exhaustion returned as soon as you entered the covers and you drifted back into a contempt slumber.

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You were woken by the annoying beeping of a garbage truck outside. But this time when you opened your eyes you saw Anakin’s chest, his dog tags moving with every breath he took. You took a moment to analyze the situation; he was lying on his back with an arm under your neck and you were cuddled into his side.

Fuck.

He wouldn’t be happy with this. You tried to slowly move from his hold when your phone began to ring. You cringed as the vibrations on the nightstand began to fill the whole room. You dashed for the phone and answered it in a hushed voice.

Y/N?

“Hey Ahsoka, what’s up?” you asked, sneaking a glance back at the man behind you.

Where are you? I went by your dorm but I didn’t see you.

Anakin probably wouldn’t want them to know you were at his house and you definitely did not want to be on his bad side, so you told her you had gotten up early to run some errands.

Oh, I coulda gone with you.

“It’s ok, I didn’t want to bother you”

No worries! Oh, wait. How did you get home last night?

You turned once more when you heard Anakin let out a small groan.

“Uber, umm hey Ahsoka, I don’t mean to rush you but I have to go, i’ll see you when I’m back on campus”

Ok! Don’t worry about it! See ya

You hung up the phone and turned back to Anakin. His brows were knitted together in a sort of scowl, he was probably upset you woke him up or maybe it was because you were even there at all.

“I’m sorry Ana-” you stopped yourself as you heard him wheezing.

He placed a hand over his chest as he tried to prop himself up with the other. You instinctually helped him into a sitting position and placed an arm around him.

“Anakin, what’s wrong? What do you need?” you worriedly asked.

“I-In” he gasped out before wincing once more.

Once he could speak, he tried again. “Inha- inhal” he pointed towards the nightstand beside the bed.

In the midst of random stuff you saw a small inhaler, you grabbed the small device and handed it to him. His hands shook as he brought it to his lips, you were waiting for him to press the button so he could get the medicine but his fingers weren’t cooperating.

He fumbled with the device as his breathing became more erratic. At some point you just grabbed the inhaler and administered it to him.

“Ok, 1, 2, 3” you counted before puffing the medication into his mouth.

After three puffs he started to calm down, his pulse was still racing though. You eased him back to lean against the headboard.

“Are you ok now?”

He nodded as he finished catching his breath.

“Anakin, what happened?”

“I damaged my lungs in the accident and when I lie on my back too long it irritates them.” he said in a raspy voice.

Ok….you did not expect his voice to sound like that…

No.

Focus.

“Do you normally sleep on your back?”

“No, but you were lying on me” he said, wiping his forehead.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you could have moved me” you said, feeling a little guilty.

He shook his head and admitted, “You looked comfortable”.

Blush rose to your cheeks, you didn’t expect him to say that. You zoned out for a moment and looked down at the covers. Anakin must have thought you were looking at his body, because he spoke.

“Yeah, I guess since you’ve seen everything, there’s no use pretending..”

“No use pretending i’m whole” he let out a small defeated laugh.

“Oh, I wasn’t- I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s ok,” he said sadly.

“Thanks for helping me with that” he motioned towards the inhaler.

“Of course,” you smiled.

The two of you sat there for a moment just looking at each other until you asked him about last night.

“was it ok?” you shyly responded.

“yea, it was” he responded with a small smile.

“if i’m not mistaken, I recall you saying not to get used to it” you teased.

He just shrugged and began to hoist himself out of bed. You watched as he slowly rose to his feet and took a few wobbly steps towards the bathroom.

You layed back down in the bed as he washed up. Surprisingly, he was being nice to you, maybe he was warming up to-

“When are you gonna leave? I have some stuff I have to do today” you heard him say from the other room.

That sounds more like the Anakin you know.

“I’ll leave now” you responded, jumping out of the bed, not wanting to stay and irritate him.

Quickly, you gathered your belongings and said a quick “goodbye” before heading out the door.

He was quite an enigma.

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The last time Anakin saw you was the night you stayed over, around a week ago and he still couldn’t get you off his mind.

You weren't afraid to stand your ground.

He remembered the time he called you to help him, you saw him in his most vulnerable state and you didn’t judge him, you didn’t leave.

As much as he wanted to hate you for getting so close, he couldn't. He hated that your touch made him feel so good. He hated that you stirred emotions he hadn’t felt in years.

Lately you were all he thought about at night, all he thought about at all. Your sweet voice, your soothing touch, your beautiful lips.

Static filled the living room as he scrolled through television channels; he didn’t even mind the noise. He turned it down a hair and leaned back to stare at the ceiling. It had been years since he had felt such a spark with someone else, not since her.

He was afraid of heartbreak just as anyone would be, but something inside told him to pursue you. You were worth it.

He pondered over his behavior towards you in the past: mixed signals, verbal insults, passionate affection, cold shoulder, he was giving himself whiplash with the amount of mood changes he had give you.

As he thought about it more and more, he realized he owed you an explanation as to what happened for him to end up like this.

Against his better judgment he reached for his phone and sent a text

Hey, would you mind swinging by later? I wanted to talk with you

Sent 11:48

He quickly shut his phone off and tossed it onto the cushion beside him; now, time to wait. Not even two minutes later, the notification popped up.

Sure, are you alright?

A smile graced his features as he answered you, you were always so selfless.

I’m fine, just wanted to talk.

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You drove over to Anakin’s apartment anxiously, you had been trying to take your mind off of him since you spent the night at his place but you just couldn’t seem to successfully distract yourself.

Getting a text from Anakin was the last thing you expected when you got up this morning, he really hadn’t contacted you since you saw him last. You didn’t want to push your luck so you decided against reaching out to him first.

But when you opened his message you immediately froze; why was he wanting to see you now? Why specifically today? Was something wrong? Did you overstep?

Thoughts raced through your mind as you waited at the stop sign on the street closest to his place.

Soon you arrived on his doorstep and knocked on his door. Not long after you heard him call for you to come in.

He was walking from his kitchen to the living room with a beer.

“Hey, Y/N” he greeted, “You want a drink?”

“No thank you, Is everything alright?”

He nodded and walked over to the couch, motioning you next to him.

“Yeah, everything is alright, I just thought I owed you a bit of an explanation” he said, taking a brief swig of his drink.

“Explain what?”

“All of this” he said, motioning to himself and his army stuff.

Was he about to open up to you?

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a/n: so we’re getting to his backstory!! yayay heheh just so u know i’m not really following star wars cannon or even paralleling it that much for the backstory (yes padme is in there but her actions are not ones cannon padme would take) but i hope ur enjoying confusing ani!!! he’s the king of mixed signals frfr

taglist: @dnamht @sxoulohvn @angeelcoree @wtf-andys @httpeachesblog @katsukiswrld @jetiikote @poisonedsultana

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holding-monsters-hands · 1 year

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I realize that Medic simps are like a bunch of messed up birds when there’s bread on the ground.

“mmmmmmm medic content”

I’m ALSO a sucker for the stars, so could I have some stargazing headcanons? The medic, engie, and spy package please.

and you are also very cool

-medic anon

HEHHSHS you're all like his little personal doves, just swarming around for attention!

also sorry this took me so long, allergies have been kicking my ass lmao

Stargazing with medic, engie & spy

medic:

He's been planning this for a hot minute.

He's got chairs set out for the two of you to get the best look at the sky without sitting in a position that hurts after a while.. Though you both end up ditching the other chair just so you can comfortably sit on his lap.

He’ll play with your hair while he holds you like you're his most prized possession, giggling like a lovesick fool while he presses kiss after kiss against your face.

His constant affections may prove to be a tad bit distracting, but he just can't help himself.

engie:

creates a telescope for the two of you, but mostly for you to gaze through, so you can get a better look at the stars!

He even has a nice little blanket set up on the ground, so the two of you can snuggle up nice and close!

He has his radio softly playing in the background, a dopey grin spread across his face as he wraps his arms around your stomach and rests his chin against your shoulder.

Honestly he prefers looking at you rather than the starry night sky.

spy:

Oh he goes the whole nine yards, bringing out some fancy cheeses and finely aged wine for the two of you two share while you watch the stars from the comfort of the base roof.

He’ll hold you close to his chest, his hand tenderly clasping yours as his thumb rubs soothing circles against your palm.

if you happen to get cold he will take off his suit jacket and wrap it around your shoulders, he always adores how absolutely ravishing you look with it on.

the two of you end up spending most of the night out there- well until you either want to go inside or until you fall asleep and he carries you back to bed.

#tf2 x reader #tf2 engie x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 spy

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dreamlandcreations · 2 years

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Hey 👋

I love your writing.

Can you write the bride ran away with Darkling?

Hi! Thank you 🥰

Flattering will get you everywhere 🤭 or it'll get you a little something bc requests are technically closed combined with @curi0usc4t's ask for Tradition

SEND ME A MADE-UP FIC TITLE AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WOULD WRITE TO GO WITH IT

You got cold feet and you run away, didn't stop until the end of the forest, until you were safe at your hiding place.

He found you in the old cabin a few hours later, still crying so miserably, that it made him feel like someone is stabbed him through his heart.

Aleksander was so excited. After months of courting you, craving you to be his, you finally gave in when he proved you were more than just a fleeting crush or conquest and asked you to marry him, ready to bind himself to you as long as you both live.

The dress was beautiful and fit you perfectly, Genya had made sure everything looked flawless but she shouldn't have left you alone. You started to panic the second she left the bride's tent.

Now the dress was muddy and torn and you felt the guilt for ruining such a nice thing too but it was nothing compared to the pain at the thought of how your almost husband must feel when he found out you disappeared. Of course, you knew he could come looking for you and it wouldn't require much effort for the powerful warlock to find you.

You felt his presence long before he entered the place. Hearing him step closer, you chance a look at him but it only lasts a moment as you take in his crestfallen look and an awful sobbing sound leaves you before you start to apologise over and over.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... " you keep repeating until he kneels before you and makes you look at him by tenderly holding your chin.

He cups your face with both hands, brushing away your tears with his thumbs, shushing you gently.

"I'm sorry. You don't have to go through with it. I'm sorry if you thought I would make you..." he started to explain, wanting to let you know that he'll set you free of the promise but you interrupted him.

"No," you said, mirroring his actions, impulsively drawing him closer, almost kissing him before you thought better.

"I just panicked," you laughed awkwardly, "I don't even know why. I just... I want to be with you but..." You couldn't form the feelings into words but it seemed it wasn't necessary.

"I love you, my little rebel." He smiled at you with still sad tear-tainted eyes and planted a kiss on your forehead before resting his there. "Nothing will change that. I finally found you even if I never knew what I was looking for, and I think you feel the same but we don't have to rush anything. I can wait, I can wait as long as you wish. I should have been more patient. I am sorry."

His words, his touch, his presence. It was enough to calm you down, all your worries and fear left you in a rush. You could finally think straight again.

"I want you." Your words stumble out, emphasised by a kiss. "Now." Another kiss. "Please."

Aleksander gets lost in the moment, practically drunk from your sudden affection, he gives in, kissing you with more hunger. He doesn't regain his sense until you start to tug at his clothes. Catching your hand, holding them in one of his while his other hand holds your neck possessively, lips brushing over yours as he speaks.

"Slow down," he commands, voice deeper and rough with desire.

"No." You give him that mischievous, rebel smile he fell for and steal another kiss before he bites your lip in warning and pulls away.

"I don't want you to regret it," he confesses.

"I will not let my fear guide me. I know what I want, Darkling." The confidence in your words and demeanour is the complete opposite of the state he found you in. You don't know what made him decide then, maybe he was as helpless to resist you as you were about him.

You had your first time then and there, in your safe place that you only found out much later was the home of your husband many, many years before he met you. Once, he lost a lover there, and you were happy to give him more pleasant memories about the place.

He wed you a day after you run away, in a quiet ceremony, deep in the woods where only the master of the ceremony and two witnesses were present. You shared blood and vows as tradition, making an oath that would give you an endless lifetime together.

SEND ME A MADE-UP FIC TITLE AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WOULD WRITE TO GO WITH IT

#ask game #darkling #the darkling #darkling x reader #the darkling x reader #darkling x you #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan x you #alternate universe

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reneesbooks · 3 months

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find the word tag

salt and brine is on an enforced break right now for editing/unblocking purposes but i can still Think about them. tagged by my lovely @oh-no-another-idea to find change, grace, escape, and mine <3. we got kamon pov exclusively today

change

Kamon pulls the Hass woman's shawl around his shoulders, hunkering down against another gust of cold air. He can't stop thinking of her expression when he offered to take her with him, the way shock had faded into fear, how she'd closed her eyes and stepped away. He wonders if he had asked again, if he went back—would she change her mind?

grace

Reijka has spotted the beach. She tugs on Kamon's sleeve and points with wide eyes. He crouches next to her and shakes his head. “You won't like it,” he says. “It's very cold.” She tilts her head to the side, unbothered, and he glances up at Meja and the merchant, engrossed in their negotiations. He stands and catches Meja's attention. “Reijka wants to see the Freezing Beach. We won't be gone long.”

She nods and turns back to the merchant, her jaw set in a stubborn way. Kamon offers his hand to Reijka and she takes it, skipping gracelessly alongside him. They make their way down the gently sloping hill, stopping where the grass fades into the strange white sand. Reijka looks up at him questioningly. He crouches down. “Touch it, see?” He puts his hand on the sand and has to pull back immediately, the cold so intense that it burns. “Too cold.”

Reijka slowly sets her hand atop the sand. She cries out, pulling her hand back, and he reaches out to steady her. “It's okay. It won't hurt you. It just doesn't feel good.”

She looks from her hand to the sand, then up at him with wide eyes. He smiles at her, a lump in his throat. He can't imagine how Stian could have wasted so much time hoping for another child while ignoring the beautiful one he already had.

escape

Reijka is sitting on the bed, speaking quietly to her hands while Eima gurgles happily in her cradle. Kamon pauses in the doorway. “Reijka? Who are you talking to?”

Reijka looks up, beaming. “What I was trying to show you earlier!” She holds out a disgruntled-looking frog, clutched tightly in her hands. “He tried to escape but I caught him again.”

Kamon blinks, registering the creature slowly. Meja runs a hand over Reijka's hair, saying something encouraging that Kamon doesn't manage to translate.

“Oh,” he finally says. “That's nice, darling.”

“Do you know what he is?” Reijka turns the frog over in her hands, examining it curiously. “I've never seen one before and neither has Mommy.”

“Oh.” Kamon shouldn't be so speechless about a frog. He thinks he might be in shock. His back hurts. “It's called a frog. They eat bugs.”

“I like bugs!” Reijka says, delighted.

“Of course you do,” Kamon says faintly.

mine

“Right on time, Kamon,” the captain's voice calls out, and the crew backs away to let her pass. She grins at him and gestures with her pipe. “What the hell happened to you, then?”

“Which version of events would you prefer?” he replies. “Leshen doesn't believe mine.”

“Oh?” the captain chuckles.

“He met a beautiful Hass woman who hid him in her cellar and nursed him tenderly back to health under the nose of her scary husband,” Leshen says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The crew roars with laughter and the captain takes a long puff on her pipe, grinning around it. “What really happened, Kamon?”

He shrugs. “That about sums it up.”

tagging @k--havok @writinglyra @akindofmagictoo and anyone else who would like to join in to find expression, fade, creature, and laughter <3

#feat reijka and kamon bc i'm SO normal about them #writeblr community #writeblr #original fiction #tag game #find the word tag #salt and brine #kamon #meja #reijka #salt and brine is marinating while i try to get myself unstuck via the awesome power of editing my draft until it's unrecognizable #and then forcing myself to not write anything for it until i physically can't hold myself back anymore. does this work? idk let's find out

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imaginatorofthings · 3 months

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ima you actually get the whole writing thingy i wrote 👹👹 cackles

Molly blew air onto her freezing hands. She was just really cold right there. All she wanted was a hug. From anyone. Gosh, she was really cold.

Then, she stiffened slightly as she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist. She felt a soft hum from this person as they leaned their face into her neck.

“Hey angel. What’s got you shivering that isn’t me?”

Molly relaxed and sighed fondly as she realised who it was. Just Danny. That’s good. She couldn’t hold back a soft squeal as Danny nuzzled his face into her neck, planting gentle little kisses all over it. He pulled her closer against him, rubbing her sides a bit. She felt his warm, steady breathing against her skin, and his wings wrapped around her. He always claimed they were ‘small,’ but he always enveloped her completely with them. Though to be fair, she was quite tiny. Molly quite loved the height difference, though. She knew Danny did, too.

“Oh, nothing. Just the cold. Aren’t you cold at all?”

”Nope, I’m too hot for that.”

She giggled at that, and turned her head to face him. She looked right into his dark eyes, full of such affection. Her own widened as he quickly leaned in to kiss her.

Oh, Danny made her want to just melt.

Molly felt herself getting a bit shy again. She remembered how he used to be so awkward. No, Danny didn’t have any problem flirting, but actual affection always got to him. Now he’s just doing it, no problem! How was this any fair for her? She tried to push him away playfully, pulling away from the kiss. But of course, Danny couldn’t let that slide. He spun her around so she faced him directly, and picked her up. Molly let out a soft gasp, now this was definitely unfair!

She would have thought he was going to attack her on the lips again. But no. He took her hand surprisingly gently, giving her knuckles a soft kiss. Then on the back of her hand, to her wrist, going up her forearm, then her shoulder, and her neck. He made a little stop there, just kissing it all over in a way that made her face get all warm. Well, warmer. Finally, he made his way up to her lips, kissing them tenderly. No, she was melting now. That was the only way she could describe how she was feeling. Danny pulled away with a little smirk and cupped her face in his hands. In a low tone, he spoke to her.

”You still cold, love? Or do I need to—“

”No! ..N-no, I’m not cold anymore, th-thanks.”

He leaned in again but stopped just before her lips. In the same low tone, he said, “I don’t know love, you still seem a bit cold.” In a flick, his wings were wrapped around her. I always forget how beautiful they are. And soft. Molly sighed fondly again, smiling as she just lay in his arms. She let her hands reach up to his wings, feeling their fluffiness. Danny felt his heart jump a bit at the touch. He wasn’t used to them being touched at all, much less by someone he held so dearly to his heart. Never mind that, though. It was rather late. His wings were so soft and warm. She felt her eyelids drooping, though they were wide open momentarily as he pulled her into an embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her head as it was comfortably tucked into his neck. Warm. Nice and warm. That was all she needed. Molly was all he needed. Danny heard her senseless, sweet little mumbles as she leaned into him. Completely incoherent to him, but adorable regardless.

“Okay, sleepy, we’re going home. And you are going to go to bed.”

”Mhm…”

Oh, she was too cute. He started on his place, he didn’t mind carrying her.

anyways have a nice timezone

I get not one, but two stories that contain kisses in them

Aaaa that's perfect for my own inability to write kisses for now (life, oh life!)

THE KISS TRAIL THE KISS TRAIL FROM THE HANDS UP THE ARMS TO THE NECK AND THE LIPS MY DAYDREAMS (did you read my mind) /lh

WING. HUG. YES WING HUGS ARE EVERYTHING TO ME.

Aren’t you cold at all? Nope, I'm too hot for that.

THE SWAGGER can I have that swagger, I'm stealing that /lh

The baseball was a jumpscare, why /lhj (Not really a jumpscare, hahah)

#not mine #not my writing #writing #ask #mutuals #Das #Ima Rambles

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grapejuicestyless · 1 year

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The Last Time

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Summery: The Last time lyrics by Taylor Swift(Again) . It follows the song almost literally.

The rain was brutal. Like ice sliding across my warm skin. It was everywhere. My clothes stuck uncomfortably to my limbs and my hat was stuck in place against my forehead. Still, my feet forced themselves forward and my head couldn’t stop racing. I recognized the streets I was walking on better now, the dirt paths drenched until they were only mud and rock. My heart ached constantly but here I was, right where I always find myself, somehow.

I know it wasn’t fair to her. My angel sent from grace. But it was what we did. We went in circles. I run to her aid and she accepts my pleas. It was always the promised last times between us but we both knew secretly that it never would be. That I would be back and we wouldn’t speak of what happened much. She would berate me on my broken promise to never come back and I’d fake my sympathy.

The door swung open, the wind flicking the water off of my eyelashes in a cold bellow. My head hurt, my chest was impossibly tight and I was in an undoubtably large amount of pain. Hues of purple and yellow littering my collar bones, painful shades with no hints of pleasure within them. Too big to be love marks. My lip was busted and dry, my eye shinny and throbbing. I tapped my hand over my chest to make sure I was still alive and well.

“J?” Her voice was sweet like honey, dripping with worry and care like she always did. She was welcoming me in like she always did.

“Y/n…” I hadn’t spoken in hours, the words throaty and hard to get out. It hurt to move, it was a miracle I even made it here in time before everything gave out.

Her arms engulfed me in a warm hug, the dim lights of her small home filling my eye sight. It wasn’t as dark anymore, but it still felt more empty that usual.

“Come on.” Her hands led me to her bathroom, gently weaving me between her worn out couch and empty cans from the pogues last week. We made our way through the living room, John B’s name engraved into the wall and Kiara’s flip flop under the table. It must’ve been there for years, she’d grown since then. Those couldn’t have fit. I let my mind wander.

My feet hit the threshold to the bathroom that was much too nice for the rest of the house, She led me to my usual seat on the toilet, letting my legs spread enough for hers to situate comfortably between mine.

“Kooks.” I let out a breathy laugh. The air was thick and hot. No other words exchanged, not even a smile cracking on her intense gaze at my face.

“J.” She warned, patting cotton balls to the dried blood on my bottom lip.

My smile fell again into a blank stare ahead, too scared to look at her, I might cry.

“I know.” I mumbled, feeling heavy with grief. It truly felt like the last time this time. She didn’t care for me like past times anymore. In the beginning she was more that happy to hold me or joke with me after I’d something stupid but lately I felt like more than a chore to her than a friend.

“Why? Why do you do it then?” Her eyes steadied on mine, trapping my gaze on hers with a fierce intensity. I tried to lie, but I only could tell the truth.

“I just want to see you. I guess.” It slipped through the spaces of my clenched teeth, body tensing.

She thought on my words for a moment, her hands reaching up to cup my jaw tenderly.

“Then why don’t you?” I caught her lip quivering for a moment, her hands falling and crossing over her chest bitterly.

“What?” The words got lost in my throat, shocked at her harshness.

“If you want to see me so badly why don’t you JJ, huh? Why is it that you have time for everyone else but when it comes to me all you can spare is eleven at night after you’ve done something stupid! JJ I’m tired of it. This isn’t what friends do.” She stomped away, leaving me in the brightness of the bathroom.

It’s quiet again. Not even the sound of her feet shuffling is around to keep me company anymore. It’s just me and whatever I’m thinking of.

Her words ran on a loop. She was all I could think about, she consumed me. So why didn’t I see her more often? Maybe it was because I was scared. Because if I let myself go, I would never come back.

The rain is quieting down now and my legs don’t feel like jelly so much anymore. I’m steady and slow, fingers dancing across the wood I spot my name written in sharpie scribbled out on the doorframe right by the front door. It’s different now. I know it. It’s not as much as a circle if she’s done chasing me. It’s an unrequited game between us more than ever, and it truly feels like it could be the last time.

“I’m heading out, y/n.” My voice is soft and I know she hears me but she won’t say goodbye to me. So I leave.

Rain ran cold down his elbows, little droplets collecting on his eyelashes and dripping from his earlobes. His hair was stuck to his skin, tangling at the base of his neck. His red hat was maroon and his lip was bitten raw. He looked like a shell of the boy he was before.

“I’m sorry.” He sobbed, lips stuck between his chattering teeth. My hands felt his arms, more bloody than ever.

“I know it was the last time. I know, I didn’t mean to but I can’t make it to John B’s house, please.” His voice is pleading and honest, I almost move my feet back to let him in.

My heart hurts for him, seeing him this way.

“JJ..” My voice begs him to walk away but he’s quick to cut me off.

“No, I know, y/n! I know and I’m sorry. But this is the last time. I promise. Please.” He swallows, my hands resting weakly on his biceps.

“This will be the last time I’m asking you this. Put my name at the top of you list. This is the last time I’m asking you to go out of your way for me. Please.” My hands find their way to his cheeks, holding him like he might slip.

There’s no bad intent to this boys actions, he never meant to treat me so poorly but how was he supposed to learn?

“JJ, it’s okay.” It’s sweet, between us now. It’s nurturing as I take him into my arms and out of the weather. It’s just us swaying in my living room, floorboards collecting a puddle from the rain by his boots.

“No, no it’s not. You were right. I should’ve come to see you more. I was stupid and I hurt you and now look at us. You’re tired, I’m tired. This isn’t what friends do. You were right and I’m done acting like you never were.”

“JJ stop.” Im pleading with him to calm down. He’s unbalanced and shivering, his tears hot and his arms limp.

“I’m sorry y/n, I’m sorry.” He cries it like a prayer to me. It’s real and it’s hurting.

It’s circles and I know it. I was so close to letting go but his same apology every time keeps me here. How can someone leave the person they love so easily? How am I supposed to never look back when he’s always right in front of me.

“This is the last time.” I mumble more for myself than for him, but still he nods in some sort of understanding.

So I lead him to the bathroom, and I flick on the lights. It’s only then I really get to assess his damage. He’s bruised and bloodied. He’s shivering and wet. He doesn’t make some stupid joke about Kooks so maybe this time he’s not chasing me. Part of me believes he actually needed me.

“What happened J?” My voice is soft, hands working delicately on his broken skin.

He shrugs, shoulders slumped and his back aching.

“Was it the kooks again?” He shakes his head.

“J…” he looks to me, his hands woven tightly together.

“Was it…” I can’t get myself to ask but he knows, he always does. He nods.

I make sure to be extra careful, not leaving even when I’m done. I know he’s being honest. I know I said the last time but it’s never the last time. I lead him to my bedroom, something he hasn’t seen in weeks. Since the first last time.

I let him get cozy, ready to slip away to sleep on the couch or even the floor. He’s quick to grab my wrist.

His eyes plead for me to stay but he can’t get anything out. His lips are quivering too much, I doubt if he even tried anything would come out.

So I stay. I curl up right next to him, if it’s what he wants. I let him put his head on my chest and wrap his arms around my torso. He’s right there, I can feel his stomach pressing into mine. His uneven breaths tickle my ears, and I’ve never felt so alone.

“JJ.” I whimper, my eyes watering, I look up. He doesn’t move, lip catching between his teeth.

“This is the last time.” I almost beg him to listen. He knows I don’t have it in me to turn him away. He has to listen to me.

“I know.” He whispers, holding onto me a little bit tighter.

“I know.”

The night was over long after it started. My body was sticky, sweat gathered between our warm bodies and blush painting our cheeks from the humidity. It seemed like the storms of the outer banks had become our thing. It seemed I only needed her when I had an excuse that would force her to let me in. When it was raining too hard or if it was too dark for her to trust me to be safe.

So I came back the next time it rained. It wasn’t bad. Or, at least not as bad as the last time I’d paid her a visit. A few scratches from Rafe and his goons and a couple bruises from falling off of my bike earlier this week. I’d come from around Kiara’s area. She was much closer than the roads I walked on now, but I could never face her like I did with my y/n.

Rain poured down my back uncomfortably as I made my way to her steps, her smile and laugh tattooed into my brain and her anger and sad eyes cemented to my heart.

My fist barely made contact with the door. It had been only a week since our last, last time. As the last times got more serious, my visits became more frequent. Some days I would show up with barley a scratch just to sit around her legs and smell her perfume. Just so I could feel her touch dance across my skin in ways I wish could be permanent if I wasn’t so afraid of the final last time.

“Y/n?” I called out over the rain after a moment of no response.

I called out for her louder, knocking harder. A beat passed. Silence.

But then the door opened, just like all those times before. I wore my best apology, to make everything seem better.

Her eyes were tired and her lip was bleeding from her teeth biting it, no doubt. But the door was only cracked, her face squeezing between it.

“JJ.” She whimpered.

“I know, I know.” I repeated, stolen from the last time I’d begged her to let me in.

“J, stop. Stop saying you know. You don’t know. You never know.” She begged, voice cracking.

“I know.” I repeated even softer.

“JJ. I need you to leave. Please.” She breathed, my hand curling around the door, I tried to open it but her force was too great from my weak bones.

“Last time, baby. I promise.”

“No, don’t say that. Don’t say it’s the last time because we both know it’s never the last time. You’ll come back, that’s your way. You’ll come back to me and I’ll let you in because I’m a push over.” She couldn’t even look at me anymore as she spilled this all to me, which stung the worst.

“It was stupid of me to ever think we could have a last time, J. Knowing you. It was stupid of me to think that you wouldn’t drive me mad.” She wiped her tears, letting the door fall open slightly more.

She was wearing a left over shirt of mine, the dirt and blood cleaned off but my smell still lingering. I could tell from the way her nose had been tucked into it previously.

“Baby, I know. I know I’m a liar. I’m a cheat. I’m a thief. But I’ve never been so honest in this promise, if I’m hurting you, this will be our last time. Swear by my soul, baby.” My hands found her wrists, the door now completely open, her sock clad feet shuffling closer to the outside.

“I love you.” She cried, her tears causing the fall of my own.

“..w-what?” My grip loosened.

“I love you, so much, JJ. This can’t happen anymore. I can’t keep loving someone I can’t be sure I’ll ever see again.” Her hands raised, my arms bending as she moved. My grip remained soft on her wrists as she cupped my face.

“You don’t have to say it back. You don’t have to feel the same way. You don’t have to say anything. I’d like to keep imagining you feel the same. I’d like to hold onto my daydream that you’ll visit me on a sunny weekday and ask me to hangout.” She said it like it was sick and twisted, but it wasn’t. That doesn’t mean it didn’t make me feel any less sick at the thought that I’d played the woman I love.

How could she not see how much I loved her?

“I love you too.” I breathed out, unsure if it was in my head or out loud.

She smiled, flinching away shortly after and looking down. She looked back up, serious again, sad again.

“So let me go.” I froze.

No, no, no, no.

“If you love me, stay true to your word and let me go, JJ. Turn around and pretend I don’t exist.” How could she ask me that? Forget about her like the earth didn’t spin around her and the sun didn’t shine a little brighter because of her.

“I can’t. I can’t forget about you. All I want is to be around you.” I begged, my hands finding her shoulders, she shrugged me off.

“Then don’t. You can live in your daydreams and I’ll live in mine. The last time, was the last time. And the time before that, and that. On and on. JJ, I can’t let you in my house anymore.”

I nodded, looking down, my hands playing with my shorts. I swallowed.

“If you truly want me, come find me during the day.”

She shut the door just like that and suddenly, I had more wounds open than I had thought. Suddenly I was more hurt than I ever could’ve been.

I know she’s not asking much from me, but I’ve always been a coward when it came to her. Too scared to do what she needed from me, what we both wanted.

But the last time is never really the last time, and the next time I come pounding on her door, it’ll be a few weeks from now. I’ll wear the same bruises I always do and cry the same way I always have. Only this time I won’t leave in the morning. I’ll hold her and I swear on everything that if she gives me a chance, I’ll take it.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x you #jjmaybankangst #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x routledge!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x reader

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Headache

Genre: angst, fluff

Characters: Male!MC x Asmo

Universe: Obey me

Warnings: mention of suicide

“You know” whispers MC with his face laying on Asmo’s chest “Sometimes I think I could die happily in your arms.”

For a short moment, Asmo stops stroking MC’s long hair. A horrible shiver runs down his back, then he sighs. “Now, now. Hadn’t we said not to talk about this kind of things anymore, uhm?” MC nods, his black eyes closed. He feels so tired that he can’t even stand. His head hurts too much sometimes but Asmo never heard him complaining about it.

He got used to find him resting on his bed alone because the headache won’t go away. Asmo simply reaches for him and strokes his black hair until he falls asleep or the pain goes away. It makes his heart aches seeing his precious love like this.

Maybe he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice MC’s hand touching his cheek. His hands have always been strangely cold, enough to make Asmo shivers. He gentle presses a kiss on his wrist, right on the horrible scar that MC always hides from the sight of others, but not from him. “Are you feeling a little better?” “You worry too much, Asmo. I am used to it. I don’t want to bother you everytime I am not feeling okay.”

MC never wants to bother anyone, but Asmo can hear the pain in his voice. “Try to sleep, my love. You will feel better.” MC listens to him and tries to focus on Asmo breathing to fall asleep. His temples are throbbing so much that his head seems to want to burst, almost catching fire. He can still feel Asmo touching his hair from time to time, then everything goes black.

It must have been passed at least five minutes since MC fell asleep and Asmo sighs in relief. He glances annoyed at the door of the room and hopes that no one will come in and risk waking up MC. It’s strange to see him so fragile. MC is so tall and strong that Asmo sometimes forgets that he is human.

But look at him now, with his arms around Asmo’s hips, hugging him tenderly. There are few times that Asmo can hold MC like this in his arms, so he never loses the chance to do it and enjoy these moments. Of course, MC loves the demon’s attention, but he prefers to hold Asmo than the opposite. He has the attitude to make feel people safe shielding them.

Asmo still remember his first attempt to hug MC. How could he forget that? He had seen him sitting alone on the sofa and had not missed the opportunity to sit on his lap to hug him. MC had looked at him with an interlocutory look, his black eyes fixed on him. “What are you doing?” “I’m hugging you, silly” Asmo replied with a soft laugh “I mean, why are you hugging me”

At first, he thought that MC didn’t appreciate his attentions, but then Asmo understood the true meaning of his question. MC did not expect anyone to be able or willing to show him any sign of affection, so when someone tried to do something nice to him it left the boy wondering why. Why him.

How could such a beautiful creature think he was unworthy of the love of someone else? He may be there physically, but what he thinks remains a mystery to the demon who always watches him with curiosity every time he does something, every time he turns up his nose because he doesn’t like something to eat. The way he reaches to his hand subconsciously when they walk or the fact that MC never smiles but his eyes sparkle when he sees him. He never thought he’d find someone like MC. Someone who not only wants him but needs him. Someone who loves him.

Asmo chuckles to himself, he feels tired now too. “Everything is okay now.” Murmurs to MC before closing his eyes. “I am here with you.”

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me post #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmodeus x male mc #obey me asmodeus x mc #obey me x male reader #obey me fiction

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blurglesmurfklaine · 1 year

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Stick Season (12/14)

Summary: After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.

A non-chronological series of one shots and drabbles set in this universe. Based off the Stick Season album by Noah Kahan

Tropes/Genres: Angst, Reconciliation, Grief, Alcoholism, Mentions of Major Character Death, Mental Health

Track 8. Orange Juice // Day 12: Us Someday

Words: 1331

The party is notably not in full swing by the time Kurt arrives. The only people hanging around are a few guys Kurt assumes are Sam’s coworkers, some friendly acquaintances from high school, and Sam and Blaine themselves. It’s definitely gone slower, which is why Blaine sent his invitation out so late in the first place.

Sam is the first one to greet Kurt, pulling him in for a great big bear hug all too similar to the ones Finn used to give. His heart clenches, but it is nice to be held by someone who genuinely cares about him. He shouldn’t. After all, he’s the one who left his best friend high and dry.

“You want something to drink?” Sam offers innocently.

A flare of uneasiness passes through Kurt. God, yes, he thinks. I’m at my ex’s house surrounded by drunk twenty-somethings. They’re playing country music through the speakers. He’s never wanted to drink more.

Like a beacon in the night, a familiar voice from behind Sam guides Kurt out of his worries. “There’s orange juice in the kitchen,” Blaine says, and Kurt’s head snaps to meet his honey-golden gaze. “It’s yours if you want it. I’m… we’re just glad you could make it, you know.”

Sam looks between the two of them, sensing the tension that was absent a moment ago. He ducks his head and bows out without another word, giving Kurt and Blaine some privacy.

“It’s kind of loud in here,” Blaine points out after several moments go by with the two of them standing with their hands awkwardly tucked in their pockets, mirror images of uncertainty. Kurt understands what Blaine really means by that.

“Is that old porch swing still sturdy enough to hold two people?”

Blaine smiles, illuminating the darkness shrouding them. “I’ll go get my coat.”

He returns a few moments later with the promised orange juice in one hand and a scarf in the other. “You’ll get cold,” he says as they step outside. “I remember how much you loved your scarves.”

Kurt ducks his head, heat rushing to his cheeks as they sit on the rickety bench swing. “I had to. You loved leaving marks on my neck.”

His ears burn under Blaine’s gaze, eyes moving from Kurt’s neck back up to his eyes. “Yeah,” he admits. “Still do.”

He pushes the drink into Kurt’s hands and reaches behind his head to tenderly wrap the long brown scarf around his neck.

Damn Blaine for being so thoughtful, so caring, after Kurt’s done everything but. Why can’t he be easier to not love?

It’s too good to be true—missing Blaine for the year he spent trying to find the pieces of himself he’d lost can’t be without consequence. The other shoe has got to drop sometime, and Kurt rather it be sooner than later. “Why… Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I’m not. I just love you.”

His words strike Kurt right in his heart, sending a wave of tears to his eyes. He lifts a hand to the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes. “I—you can’t just say that, Blaine.”

“Why not?”

“Because I did something bad,” he says, voice shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“That doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“Yes it does!” He finally snaps. “I left, Blaine. Without a word. I left my aging father, my grieving step-mother. I left you. We talked about getting married—seeing that elderly lesbian couple we saw at Breadstix and I said That’ll be us someday. I broke every promise I ever made about never saying goodbye to you. You should hate me.”

“You don’t think I tried?” Blaine replies, his rising volume obstructed by a crack in his voice. “God, yes, Kurt, there were times when I was so upset and hurt and fucking… angry about you leaving. I couldn’t get out of bed for days in the beginning, I was so depressed. It felt like losing a limb, and every time I was reminded of you I swear I’d get phantom pains. But through it all, I never stopped loving you. I don’t hate you. Not because I’m not hurt, but because I can’t. I don’t think I’m built to not love you.”

Kurt feels like he was designed in a lab just to hurt Blaine.

“That’s… God, Blaine that’s so fucked, though, isn’t it? You should only accept the kind of love that you deserve.”

“And you should recognize that you deserve it, and that whether or not you agree, it’s mine to give.” Kurt sucks in a breath. “If… if you don’t feel the same way anymore, that’s one thing—”

“I never said that,” Kurt quickly corrects him.

It’s silent for a long while. It would be too long if it were with anyone else.

“I’ve just been waiting for you to come home for so long,” Blaine begins again, “that I never thought to ask why you’d gone.”

Kurt searches the crisp air around him, scanning the darkened landscape with his eyes as if he might find the right words hidden in the night.

When Finn died, everything shifted, and Kurt felt like he’d been sent to a parallel universe. He fought off bouts of vertigo, induced by every flat surface feeling as if it were angled at forty-five degrees. Oxygen became thick and soupy, and with every breath he could feel it sticking to his lungs, making it harder and harder to breathe.

One morning, his brother was alive, and the next he wasn’t. Without ostentation, without reverence, without rhyme or reason.

Lima changed afterwards, too, every nook and cranny of the town tarnished by the empty spaces where his brother once stood. Hell, the entire world changed, and nobody found it the least bit strange that everyone just went ahead and carried on as if it hadn’t stopped spinning on its axis.

“Does it even matter why?” Kurt pleads. He could sit here for hours upon hours and try to begin to explain to Blaine all his reasons, but there are some things you just can’t put into words.

“Yes,” Blaine says evenly. “I… You leaving didn’t hurt me because I thought you didn’t love me. It hurt because I know that you did—and hope you still do—but didn’t trust me enough to share the burden of your grief with me.”

“It’s my hill to climb alone,” Kurt says.

“Why?”

“Because it’s my fault.”

“Kurt—”

“I was supposed to be his designated driver that night.” If a year ago, he’d filled his cup with orange juice instead of alcohol, who knows how different things might be today. “But I was nervous about some stupid fucking final exam I had that Monday. And you know Finn; he always had to be the life of the party, the leader, the carefree Quarterback trying to make everyone happy. So he told me not to worry about it and poured me a drink. And so I drank… If I had just told him no—stayed sober like I was supposed to, he never would have driven, who knows what—”

“Kurt…” A wave of warmth washes over Kurt and he looks down to where Blaine has placed a hand on his thigh. “You didn’t kill Finn.”

“I couldn’t save him, either.”

The words hang in the air for an eternity, suspended in taught silence.

“I should go,” Kurt finally says softly. He places the bottle of juice in the empty space where he sat and starts towards his car.

“Kurt,” Blaine cries out after him, and this time, he stops. He turns around, unwraps the scarf from his neck, and hands it back to Blaine, who looks like he’s been punched in the gut.

“Thanks.” For what, he isn’t certain. Maybe for the invitation to the party, or the juice, or the scarf.

Maybe for the privilege of having met Blaine, who has a heart so big he truly believes he could love the guilt out of him.

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