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imaginedisish · 1 year

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The Only Exception (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!!! Ahhh here is the Din Djarin x reader fic I said I’d post. This has been sitting in my WIPs since late November/early December. This is what I was working on before I got sick. I’m so happy it’s done. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out, although I may have written something similar to this already. It’s very much inspired by “The Only Exception,” by Paramore. I’m hoping I didn’t use this song as a title yet....Oh well. ENJOY!

Summary: Din has been wildly overprotective of you lately, but maybe it’s because there’s something lying deep below the surface that’s been threatening to bubble over...

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! 18+ Please!!! Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, canon typical violence, Jedi!reader, Razor Crest still exists (and it’s def bigger in my head than it is in the show), praise kink, friends to lovers, angsty but fluffy and smutty dw, I only proofread like 2 times so it may be bad (it’s 3:16am...so...we die like men!), AFAB reader, uhhh I think that’s it...

Word Count: 3,078

“I swear to the Maker, if you don’t get back on the Crest now, I’m gonna-,”

Din is cut off by the sound of your lightsaber clashing through the plastoid armor of the stormtrooper to your left. You swing your saber around, showing off more than you need to. You throw it down the alleyway, feeling through the force as it cuts through another stormtrooper before finding its way back to your hand.

“You’re gonna what?” You say, tilting your head to the side. You point your saber to the stormtroopers scattered around the alleyway. “I just saved you.” You close your saber and cross your arms cockily.

Din shakes his head, his gaze refusing to meet yours. “And where’s the kid? You just left him on the Crest?” You roll your eyes, turning your back towards him as you remove your cloak from your shoulders. There, in perfect condition, is Grogu, secure in a little carrier on your back.

“You really think I’d be that dumb?” Your words have a callous edge to them. Din had been far moodier than usual over the past few days, and with that came a strange overprotectiveness that you hadn’t seen before. It was starting to feel as if he thought you were going to mess up, that you couldn’t take care of yourself. “You think I’d put the kid’s life at stake?”

“That’s not what I meant.” The anger in his voice has all but melted away. You’re shocked by how defeated he sounds now.

You inhale deeply, taking a moment to calm yourself down. “So what did you mean, Din?”

“We don’t have time for this now.” He’s curt and almost a bit cold, his modulated voice echoing off the walls of the alleyway. “We need to get back to the ship.”

You hate the way he’s brushing you off, ignoring you, pushing you to the side. You didn’t need this; you didn’t need to put up with his shit. Not anymore. “What is going on with you?” The words come out louder, more aggressive than you meant them to.

Din takes a single stride towards you, his broad figure practically shoving you against the wall in the process. “We are not doing this here.” The feeling of him being so close to you clouds your mind. You can’t form a coherent thought, never mind a sentence. You want to say something, to stand up for yourself, but you can’t. “Now cut the shit so we can get back to the ship.” There’s that anger again, that finality in his voice.

In the distance you can hear stormtroopers chatting, whispering your name, mumbling on about Grogu, warning each other about the Mandalorian. Din was right. There was no time to hash this out here. You nod, finally caving in. Din takes a step away from you, immediately grasping your wrist in his hand before making a break for the Crest, just on the other end of the alleyway.

Somehow you make it without being seen. Din lets go of your hand, motioning for you to get on the ship. You make a b-line for the back and carefully remove Grogu from his carrier, placing him in his crib. You stand frozen in place in front of it, watching his eyes flutter open and closed as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

You don’t want to move. You rather watch the child you had come to care so deeply for sleep peacefully than deal with a massively enraged Din. The oncoming fight would most definitely wake Grogu, so maybe it was best for you to hide in the little corner that you had come to call Grogu’s bedroom, completely unnoticed. But obviously, that’s not an option. You begrudgingly step towards the end of the hull and decide to keep your hands busy by organizing the tiny stock of food that lined a makeshift shelf along the far wall.

You can hear Din’s heavy steps on the other side of the ship, presumably heading up towards the cockpit. After a few seconds and many annoyed grunts from Din, the ship is lifted into the air and away from danger.

You try your best to bring yourself to get angry at him, to yell some explicative across the hull of the ship and spit a curse in his helmet-covered face. You wanted the consequences, for him to storm over and scream back. But you couldn’t – because things weren’t normally like this. Din had always been kind, caring, protective even.

He'd leave the cockpit to grab a blanket from his cot when you fell asleep in the co-pilot’s chair. He’d come back and gently, yet silently, tuck you in with it. It was the only blanket he had. Sometimes you’d wake up in his bed, having been carried into it at some point during the night. He’d be awake, taking care of the child, flying the Crest, making sure nothing and no green baby woke you up.

You’d be lying if you said his doting behavior didn’t draw you to him, that it didn’t make you crave him. Every soft touch on your shoulder, every time you pretended to be asleep just to feel his arms wrap around you as he brought you to his cot. You’d let your stares linger a little too long from time to time, pushing past your reflection in his armor, searching for some sort of sign that maybe he feels the same.

You wanted him to come up behind you, rest his hands on your hips, squeezing softly at the exposed inch of skin where your top and your pants just can’t seem to meet, and whisper in your ear in that husky, modulated voice that he’s sorry, that he’ll make up to you by-

“Never, ever, do anything like that again.” You practically jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice. You quickly turn around, not realizing how close Din had gotten to you. His chest is practically flush against yours, the proximity causing you to stumble back against the shelf, threatening to bring it down with you.

Din immediately snakes an arm around your waist, keeping you from falling against the cold metal floors below. Your arms instinctively reach up around his neck to stabilize yourself. You’re glued to him now, and you don’t particularly want to let go. You swallow harshly, intimidated by the way the beskar clad man seems to tower over you, by the way you can smell him, by the way his forehead practically touches yours.

You take a deep breath, furrowing your brows and doing your best to collect your thoughts despite the fog that the moment seemed to create in your brain. “Do what? Save your ass?” You spit, instantly regretting the harshness of your words, even if he deserves them.

“You weren’t supposed to leave the ship.” He’s stern, his voice somehow punishing. “You were supposed to stay here with the kid.”

You shake your head, feeling far too much like a child caught playing in the front seat of their parent’s speeder. “You needed my help! You would’ve died out there without me! And I can handle myself,” You yell, trying to ignore how you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours. “If this is about risking the kid’s life, I promise you I wasn’t. I would never put him-,”

He cuts you off, “I know you wouldn’t, that’s not what this is about.”

What? You think to yourself, confused beyond belief. If this wasn’t about the child, then what could this possibly be about? “So then what’s the problem?” You ask, more aware of the way that Din is holding you against him now than you were before.

You can hear Din inhale deeply through the modulator. “You.” A shudder rolls down your spine. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” There’s still an edge in his voice, but he’s calmer now, almost pained, as if considering your death in some dark corner of his mind.

“Sorry that my death would be such an inconvenience for you,” You say sardonically. “It’ll be hard trying to replace me with some other force-wielding wizard that’ll be willing to babysit for you, since clearly that’s all I am.” You wanted the words to sting him, to hurt him, and maybe they did, but it felt like a punch in the gut to simply think them. You wanted to grab the words from where they still hung in the air and shove them back into your mouth, to swallow them so that they could burn in the acid of your stomach.

Din tilts his head down, crushed, defeated. Your heart winces. Fuck. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” His stare finds yours again, and you quickly look down at his shoulder, too embarrassed to have him look you in your eyes.

You shake your head. “But Din, that’s the problem,” You say, somehow finding the courage to meet his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean. How am I supposed to know what you mean if you won’t kriffing tell-,”

“Fucking hell, I don’t want to lose you!”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

Din looks around the hull, as if the words he was searching for were hiding, wrapped somewhere around its silver walls. “I can’t lose you. And before you ask, no, it’s not because you train the kid or whatever the hell you think it is.” You can feel the pain in his voice, guilt quickly filling your gut. “It’s just…” He trails off, silence hanging heavy in the air.

“Well…what is it?” You mumble, struggling to force down the lump in your throat. You wish you could see his face, to get a sense of his expression, an inkling as to what he was really feeling.

“You,” He says, as if those three letters held some secret, omniscient being or meaning. To him, they did. It was you. You were the thing that kept him up at night, the thing that made him want to show every facet of his being for the first time in his life. “You’re reckless and careless and sometimes you drive me absolutely insane.”

You scoff. “Wow, what a glowing review of my services!”

Din shakes his head. “You don’t fucking get it. You’re so much more than that, because even though you drive me crazy,” He pauses; the modulator picks up his breath as it catches in his throat, “I know I’d never be able to spend an entire lifetime without you in it.”

You’re speechless. An entire lifetime? “Din I-,”

“Close your eyes.”

“What? You just said all that and you want me to close my-,”

“Just close your eyes. You trust me, don’t you?”

Of course I trust you, smart-ass, You think to yourself. So, you do what he says, shutting your eyes firmly. Then there’s a hiss, and then something clunks loudly against the floor. And then…

It’s warm, and soft, and smooth, and all those other perfect words someone would use to describe the perfect kiss. He has a mustache under all that metal, and now you know, because it tickles ever so gently just above your upper lip. His hands squeeze your hips just a bit tighter, pulling you further into his chest.

His lips press deeper into yours, hungrier. You keep your eyes closed tightly, your hands sliding up and into his hair, combing gently. He moans into your mouth at the touch as he guides you away from the shelf and towards his cot.

“D-Din,” You stutter in between gasps.

“What is it, mesh’la?” He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

You can feel the heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach, but there’s something stopping you, something telling you that there’s no possible way this could ever be real, that it wasn’t a set-up, that it wasn’t a dream. “Do you really want this?”

“More than anything.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you silently wish to yourself that you could see it. “Do you?”

You nod, repeating his words, “More than anything.”

His lips find yours again, his knee nudging in between your thighs as he pushes you down onto his cot. He’s on top of you now, his hands on either side of your body. “Wanted you for so long…” He whispers in your ear. “Wanted you this whole time.” Fuck, he was going to kill you.

Din presses sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck, leading up to your jaw. His hands stretch under the hemline of your shirt, his fingertips gliding across your stomach and towards the edge of your bra. You shudder as he reaches underneath, slowly inching towards your chest.

Something was changing within him, and that something was you. You made him want to throw his Creed away, to ignore all he had been taught his entire life. How could you ever possibly be something he shouldn’t have? He needed you.

More than anything. And you needed him.

“Please,” You beg. “I need you Din, please.”

And just like that, something within him finally switched.

“Open your eyes, cyare,” He’s so quiet you almost miss it. His fingers dip underneath your bra, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger teasingly before doing the same to the other. “’Want you to look at me when I make you come.”

Panic rises to your chest. “W-what, are you sure? What about the Creed, what about-,”

“It doesn’t matter, not if it means I can’t have you.”

You wait a moment, giving him time to change his mind, but he doesn’t. You let your eyes flutter open, his curly hair and brown eyes flooding your vision. And Maker, there’s that smile, the smile you’d only heard through laughs and sarcastic, snide quips. You swear your heart skips a beat, maybe even two. He was perfect. Of course he was fucking perfect.

“You’re beautiful,” You whisper, your hands finding their way to his cheeks, his neck, your fingertips carefully running over his lips. His forehead rests down on yours, his eyes closing softly, reveling in the intimacy.

Din lifts himself off you and makes his way down your body, settling in between your legs. His fingers hook the waistline of your pants, tugging them down and throwing them somewhere in the hull. He feels your core through your soaked panties.

“So fucking wet for me, pretty girl,” He coos, practically ripping your panties as he pulls them down your legs. “Need to taste you.”

“F-fuck, Din,” You breathe sharply as his tongue laps at your clit, your hips lifting off the mattress. Din presses an arm across your hips, keeping you down against the cot, his free hand spreading your slick, teasing your entrance.

“’Tastes so good,” He rasps, his voice vibrating deliciously against your core. “Doing so good for me sweet girl.”

His mouth sucks harshly at your clit, taking the small bundle of nerves into his mouth, lapping at you like he was starving. You wanted more, needed more.

“N-need you, Din,” You whine, your hips fighting against the arm that held you down. He pushes you down further into the mattress, his mouth pressing even deeper onto your core.

“Not done with you yet,” He grunts, pushing two fingers into your entrance, pumping in and out, fast and hard. You could feel yourself growing closer with each thrust.

You moan his name like it’s a prayer, and in this moment it is. “Din, please, I, just…” But you can’t finish your sentence. It’s all too much, his fingers, his tongue, his voice, him. He was everywhere and everything all at once. And yet you needed more.

“Use your words, sweet girl,” He says patiently, nonchalantly.

“I want…” Your words fail again. “I…need you to f-fuck me, please.”

But he doesn��t stop, he keeps going. “I said I wasn’t done with you yet.” You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, teetering just on the edge.

“I’m so close,” You pant in between ragged breaths.

And then, abruptly, he pulls away, leaving you cold and empty. Before you can even think to sit up or reach out for him, he was back, his hips resting against yours, his pants and armor now somewhere scattered to the side. You could feel his cock throbbing against your inner thighs. He lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you.

“Din,” You whimper. “Plea-,”

He buries himself inside you, cutting you off, stretching you out. “So fucking tight,” He praises, pulling all the way out before thrusting back into you, filling you up again. “So soft, so perfect.” His fingers find your clit, circling the nerves roughly.

His forehead rests on your own as his left-hand searches for your right one. His fingers intertwine with yours just above your head, keeping you from drowning, cementing you there with him. It all feels so good, each pump, each circle at your clit. You can feel your walls clenching around him.

“Taking me so well,” He soothes, rocking into you. “Such a good girl.” It was all too much, his words, his cock.

“I-I’m gonna-,” You choke, white heat flooding your vision. You know Din isn’t far behind, his hips stuttering against yours.

“Come for me, sweet girl, that’s it,” Din moans, sending you over the edge. You feel yourself shattering underneath him, falling apart into a million pieces, only to be put back together again. His name slips off your tongue as he comes inside you.

His hips roll slowly against yours, gently rocking into you a few more times before pulling out.

He shifts a bit so that you can comfortably lay on his chest. After all that, there’s only one thing you can think about.

“You wouldn’t be able to live without me?”

You look up at Din. His smirk stretches into a smile. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I wouldn’t, no.” He says it so matter-of-factly, so simply, as if it was common knowledge. “I need you. I always have.”

“I need you too.” He was the only person you had ever needed, the only exception. You didn’t need to tell him. He knew. Always has, always will.

You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

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igotbloodonmyhands · 2 months

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Nightmares / Part I

Note: I made this two parts since I really wanted to post this but couldn't find the energy to write for the others tonight. Tomorrow you'll get Price, Rudi and Soap tho (I used alphabetical order, that's why they're last). Trope: Fluff, angst, hurt comfort Word count: 1.303 Trigger warning: Mention of torture

Alejandro: Alejandro was no stranger to sleepless nights. It took an eternity for him to fall asleep, worries and sorrows keeping him awake. When he did finally fall asleep, the nightmares came. He'd stand in the town square of Las Almas, having to watch as his family, friends and comrades were put against a wall. He couldn't run or scream, just stand there. When he suddenly stared in the barrel of a gun he finally woke up, shirt wet with sweat, the rooms silence filled by his heavy breaths. "Joder (Fuck)", he mumbled, getting up and putting on a new shirt. It was 0200 (2 am). He decided to get a tea. As he stepped in the community room he was surprised to see the lights on, you standing in pyjamas in front of the boiling kettle, a mug in your hand. "(Name)? What are you doing in the kitchen an two in the morning, tesoro?" You turned around, grinning but tired. "I could ask you the same, Ale" He sighed and grabbed a mug and tea bag (Spanish orange) "Can't sleep. You?" "Same. Do you... Wanna talk about it?", he shook his head. "Not right now, I think.... Just need to think about something else" You shrugged. "Understandable" You two sat down on the couch, sitting in silence, drinking the tea, each lost in their own thoughts. "Would you rather fight one hundred duck sized horses or one horse sized duck?", you suddenly asked. He looked at you like you had grown two horns. "Ehhh, madre mia, the horses, I think?", he answered. "Me too. Even though it would depend on the horse" He chuckled. "Are you trying to distract me?" You grinned "Is it working?" He rolled his eyes "A bit". You leaned you head on his shoulder, and after a moment he put his head on yours. "Good" You continued to banter about random nonsense until, finally, fatigue overcame you and you finally fell asleep. It was the best sleep either of you had gotten in a while.

Gaz: Falling asleep wasn't the problem. But as soon as Gaz drifted off into dream land, he was haunted. Faces of fallen comrades screamed at him for not saving them, the screams of agony of their last moments, the pleas of enemies he tortured filled his mind. With a muffled yelp he shot up in his bed, chest heaving. "Fuck", he muttered, getting up and pacing up and down in his room. His heart was beating like a racehorse. He grabbed his gym bag and decided to head to the training rooms. He was surprised to see the lights on, the thudding of fists hitting the punching bag filling the room. "Not bad, (name)", he stepped closer, looking at you. You sighed. "Can't sleep either?", you asked. He nodded. "Yea. Damn nightmares", he punched the bag, making it swing violently. You stepped back, sitting down on the mat and leaning against the wall. "Wanna talk about it?". He thought for a moment before turning his attention back on the bag. You thought he'd just ignore you and stay quiet, but as he started punching the bag, he muttered under his breath. "I couldn't save them. I killed them" His punches got harder and more aggressive. "It's my fault. It's my fault". You weren't sure who he was talking about, but it didn't quite matter right now. "Hey, hey, Gaz", you tried to calm him down. "Cmere", you patted the mat next to you. He seemed to contemplate for a moment, but then finally sat down next to you. A shuddered breath escaped him as he slumped in on himself. You opened your mouth, but quite honestly you weren't sure what to say. So you just sat in silence, but it wasn't an awkward feeling. It felt... Safe. Suddenly, you felt his head on your shoulder, and smiled, leaning yours against his.

Ghost: For Ghost, a good nights sleep was as common as a unicorn. Everytime he closed his eyes, he was there again. Buried alive, in a coffin, squished next to a decaying body. But this time, he didn't get out. He thrashed and screamed, unbeknownst to him not only in his sleep, but it was no use. He was trapped, he was trapped, he was trapped. Panic flooded his every fiber, but he just wouldn't fucking wake up. His eyes widened when he finally woke up. His breath came in short, shuddering gasps, tears staining his cheeks. He wanted to run, he needed to run or else he'd suffocate. He almost fell over putting on his pants and running shoes before he ripped open his door and ran. He didn't know where, he just needed to run. The sky was still dark, with the faintest shimmer of violet light creeping up the horizon. He aimed for the woods behind the barracks, mindlessly running along the paths. "Fuck, Riley, watch your step, big boy", a sudden voice squeaked. He opened his eyes which he didn't remember closing. He looked down, seeing you knocked over on the ground. "Sorry", he mumbled, giving you a hand and pulling you up. "What are you doing here at this time of night?", you raised an eyebrow. He shifted his weight. "Can't sleep". "Me too...", you looked at him. His gaze was weird... Dead, somehow. "Do you... Want to talk about it?", you asked carefully. "No", he said, voice firm. "Come with me", you grabbed his arm, leading him to a bench nearby, guiding him down and plopping next to him. "I'm here for you, you know that, right?" He gulped. "Yea..." A deep sigh escaped him. "...Thank you". You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. "No problem", you mumbled, feeling him relaxing under you.

Horangi: They were here, they'd kill him, fuck, he needed to hide, he needed to hide. Horangi panted, clenching his fist in the sheets. His eyes opened wide and he rubbed the scars on his face. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and stepped outside, sliding down the wall. He lit it and took a deep breath, letting his head roll back and closing his eyes. "Whatcha doin there?", you voice suddenly sound beside him. "빌어먹을!" (Fucking hell, may be a bit wrong since I don't speak Korean) He had jumped up, sighing when he saw it was just you. "Stop sneaking up to me like that, (name)". You chuckled. "Heh, sorry". You sat down next to him. "Can't sleep?", you looked up at him. He nodded. "I don't wanna talk about it". "Then lets just... Sit" You leaned against him, feeling the tension melt slightly from his form.

König: As soon as he closed his eyes, the memories came. He was strapped to a chair, only dressed in boxer shorts, his hood gone. He felt exposed. They whipped, beat and cut him, the scars still evident on his skin. He stood up on shaky legs, the scars on his body aching. A small tin of ointment stood on the table, which he grabbed and carefully rubbed it in. He was not gonna fall asleep anytime soon again. With a heavy sigh he put on his clothes and shuffled towards the armoury. He plopped down on a bench and started cleaning his guns. "Hey there", he hadn't heard you, and immediately pointed the empty gun at you. "Scheiße! You scared me!", he mumbled. You giggled, sitting down next to him. "Sorry". He rolled his eyes and watched him clean his weapons for a minute. "Can't sleep?", you asked. "Nightmares", he answered shortly. You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling his muscles move under it as he wiped down the barrel of his gun. "You can always talk to me, you know?", you mumbled. "Yea... Danke"

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lillylvjy · 9 months

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Only you.

a/n// well hello! long time since I’ve written and I kinda just mustered this up last night and called it a day. I hope you enjoy it even if it might be a bit shit. Also yes this is part of my Dr collective fics!

warnings// kissing, reader falls and hits their head, mentions of Tommy overworking himself, Tom and reader being children, pretty much pure fluff. If I missed anything please tell me.

cc!tommy x reader

wc: 1.2k

“You chose the wrong person to fuck with, love.” Tom said as he spun the saber in his hand.

Tom had been super busy lately. Not getting enough sleep, barely eating anything unless he had too, and always staring at his phone or computer screen, aggressively typing. He was streaming when he could, not taking breaks when he needed them, wanting to give his fans content. And you loved how much he loved all of them and how much he cared about his career, but you also cared about your boyfriend and his well-being. So when you finally got the chance to steal him away and convince him to take a break, you had came up with the best idea.

You had challenged the great Tommyinnit, or your boyfriend, to a lightsaber fight. He always spoke so highly of himself and his ability to beat anyone in a fight if he had too, which you and all of your friends knew was bullshit. But you wanted to challenge him into a different fight. One you knew he’d absolutely have a blast having with you.

“Oh did I now? What if I end up beating you, darling?” You asked Tom with a smirk as you start to circle around the living room, had moved everything out of the way for this specific event.

Tom scoffed as he started to move with you, bringing the lightsaber to a halt in his hands as he looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart. I can assure you you won’t.” Tom raised his eyebrows at you as you smiled.

“We’ll see pretty boy. You don’t know the tricks I have up my sleeve.” You halted in place as you turned the lightsaber in your hand on, the toy making a loud striking sound as it slowly turned green.

Tom quickly turned his on, it making the same noise but turning blue. “Oh you’re on!” Tom challenged as he got in a stance, placing his saber out in front of him.

You quickly shortened the distance between the two of you as you swung the lightsaber to your left, quickly trying to hit toms exposed side but was quickly denied by his saber clashing into yours.

“You think you’re slick, huh?!” Tom exclaimed as pushed your saber back and quickly pushed his towards your side, barely skimming your stomach as your turned away from it.

“Actually-“ you smirked up at him as you leaned in closer to him, face close enough to feel his breathe against your cheek as you whispered in his ear. “I don’t think I’m slick. I just think I’m a good distraction.” You smiled up at him as he quickly scrambled back away from you, shaking his head.

“No, no. No, that won’t work on me.” Tom said with a determined voice, almost like he was talking to himself.

“Looks like it almost did.” You said, pointing out the blush that took over his face, laughing at how he quickly tried to change the subject by swinging the lightsaber around once again.

“Oh you’ll pay for this!”

“Will I now?!” You said with a playful smile as Tom quickly swung the saber to his right and clashed with yours. As Tom continued to strike anytime he could, you quickly realized how off balance you were from the continuous strikes. Once Tom let a blow to your left side, nearly getting you, you tripped over your feet and onto the floor, quickly laughing at the sudden events.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?! What hurts? Do I need to call an ambulance? Can you see me? Love I need you to an-“

“Tom! Tom. As much as I love to hear you talk, you need to calm down and talk slowly.” You cupped his cheek as you looked at his beautiful blue eyes.

Laughing lightly, he nodded and took a deep breathe, trying to calm down from the fight and from the heart attack he nearly had when you fell. “Are you ok? Anything hurt at all?”

Shaking your head lightly, you winced as you started to feel a slight throb in your head as you slowly sat up, Tom grabbing your waist quickly to help you. “Yeah I’m good besides hitting my head to hard on the ground. I’m like you now!”

“Oh fuck off!” Tom laughed out as he slowly helped you up to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist. “May I add I haven’t gotten a concussion in a long time, one. Two, I didn’t look as graceful as you did when you fell.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and slap his chest. “I’m just too cool to look bad, Simons.” You smiled up at him as you leaned closer, touching the tip of his nose with yours.

“Eh, are you though?” Tom joked back as he connected his forehead with yours.

“Shut up and kiss me, yeah?” You told Tom as he quickly nodded and gently pressed his lips against yours, softly pressing closer to you as he placed his hands to cup your face. Placing your hands on his chest, you grabbed his sweater and leaned up into the kiss and deepened it.

“What the hell did we just watch?!” You and Tom both jumped away from each other as you snapped your bodies towards the mystery voice.

“Seriously Wil?! You had to ruin the moment?” You looked behind the tall man to see your brother, Aiden, standing beside him, hitting his shoulder, giving him a unsatisfied look.

“How the hell did you two get in here? Also when did you get in here?!” You questioned the couple across the room as Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck out of embarrassment, making a small groaning noise as Wilbur continued.

“You do remember that Aiden used to live here too?”

“Technically I still do but-“

“We also got here right when you guys started your little sword fight thingy-“

“Lightsaber!” You and Tom both yelled at Wil for disrespecting the name of the light up kid toys you were using earlier.

“Yeah Wil, lightsabers.” Aiden mocked as he started walking to his room as Wil followed him like a lost puppy, groaning about how it was “technically the same thing sense they weren’t real.”

As you sighed, you turned your body back to Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom pulled you closer to him as he peppered soft kisses on your neck.

“So? Who won?” You asked the blonde in curiosity while thinking back to where you left off.

“…… I don’t think anyone did.” Tom said as he leaned back up from your neck to his full height.

With a smirk on your face, you went over to one of the sabers lying on the floor. As you picked it up, you turned the toy on, smirking as it turned blue this time.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, toms?” You asked your boyfriend as your turned around, spinning the lightsaber around in your hand.

“I think I am. Round 2? First one down is the loser?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“You’re going down, sweetheart.”

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”

taglist: @mysticalsoot @canonically-a-genloser (if I forgot anyone/if you want to be added, feel to message me or send an ask!)

#lilly writes #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #tommy x reader #tom simons #cc!tommy #tommy x you #there’s like no tags for Tom wtf-

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adelliet · 1 year

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JOEL MILLER X F!READER

Like the old times

Summary: You and Joel had a quite wild and spicy past. You two needed to take care of Ellie, which you did. You and Ellie were a good friends, and one night she asked you about him, so you told her everything, but Joel finds out and weren't really happy about it, so you need to earn a punishment.

Warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex piv, rough sex, aggresive Joel, angry Joel, sub and dom, talking about sex, oral (f receiving), apocalypse time

A/N: sorry for the mistakes if there are any, my first language isn't english! Enjoy, sending love <3

You were sitting in your bed, reading a comic that Ellie lent it to you. It was quite catchy and you had already finished few first pages, when you heard angry stomping, coming dangerously fast towards your room.

You get ready for the aggresive knock on your door, that could literally break them. It's like you're an oracle of the future and after a while you really heard aggressive tapping. You knew right away it was Ellie.

“Open!” You yelled, calm in your voice and put a happy smile on your face, when you saw Ellie, which was really pissed off. You could only guess, why she was angry, but this isn't the first time she comes to you, when she is mad.

Ellie is taking you like her older sister. She really tells you everything and when she is looking for help, she always asked you. You are okay with that, actually, you are really happy with it. You always wanted younger sister, and Ellie is perfect. It's like you both born to be a family.

Ellie hissed angrily like an angry squirrel and sat on the bed facing you. You raised one eyebrow, signaling for Ellie to speak. As she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, thus preparing to speak, you set her comic aside from your thighs and closed it carefully so it wouldn't get damaged.

“Joel-“ “Yeah, you don't need to say more” you cut Ellie off, knew exactly what she is going to say. You had a suspicion that it will be about Joel, but what if it will be about something else? Well obviously, it wasn't.

“He is such a dick!” she said through her teeth and lay down on the bed upside down. You giggled a bit and scratched Ellie's hair. “I know” you agreed and continued scratching until Ellie sat back up. “How could you last so long with him?” She said in confusion and give you a curious face.

You started getting red, as you remember the old times with Joel, making Ellie even more curious and confused. “What?” she asked smiling, as you smiled too and trying to hide the tomato face, that you already had. “C'mon!” she punched you in the leg, really wanted to make you start talking.

“I mean…Joel wasn't a dick always” you finally said and look back at suprised Ellie. You could tell right away from her face that she wanted to know more. “What do you mean?” she sat more comfortable and lean herself on your knees bent, face to face.

“Okay but you need to promise me, you won't tell a soul!” you put on a serious voice and Ellie just nodded her head quickly, waiting for your narration. You take a deep breath, before telling her what was it like with Joel before all of this.

“I was new in the town. I didn't know anyone and of course no one knew me. It was a bit of a challenge for me to fit in with the others, but I did it. I went to various gatherings and parties where I actually met Joel-“ “and this is where the fun part starts” Ellie interrupt you, making you giggled a little. She was swinging her legs alternately like some teenage girl...which she actually was.

“Exactly, but back to the story. I got to know Joel more and more over time and I swear to every bone in my body that there was a spark between us” Ellies eyes wide opened and she even gasped a little. “No fucking way, you and Joel?!” “Yep” you pop the p in that and continued in your story telling.

“But Joel was also very complex. He often gave me hints that he wanted something more, and flirted with me whenever he had the chance, but at the same time, kept his distance from me. I was already tired of it and that's why I asked later if he wanted something or not” “And what did he say?” Ellie asked, even she though she knew exactly, what did he say.

“Well, he explained to me how he was with girls and we ended up making a deal that included sleeping together every Saturday-“ “YOU SLEPT WITH JOEL?!” Ellie yellew in surprise, making you yelled at her back. “SHUT UP!” you said, covering her mouth and wait a little. Ellie then calm down, but still couldn't bealive that you two had a thing.

“Yes, we did but it was just getting worse. We became so dependent on each other that we fucked five times a week” when you finish that sentence, Ellie wanted to scream again, but she control herself this time, and only gasped loudly. You just nodded your head with your eyes shut, till you started talking again.

“And I mean, Joel was really wild” you chuckle a little. “What did he do?” Ellie asked in a really curious voice, and set a puppy eyes to you. “Nah, you're too young for that” you throw your hand at her, making her literally beg for you to tell the details.

“We tried all the positions, I even think we invented some” you sighed, as you remember Joel's fine voice in bed, and how his naked body looks so sexy, how he always calls you señorita and that he every time made you come, every, fucking, time.

“Are we talking about the same Joel here?” she said in disbelief and pointed at the door. You both giggled a bit. “He was a dick but now he is super dick” you finished your narration with that sentence and smiled innocently at Ellie. She couldn't find the words to express herself at all.

“I-I- why-“ “You don't need to react” you calm her down, petting her head gently. She was still speachless, trying to find her words. “Why you didn't tell me this earlier?” Ellie finally find her words, but she was still in shock. “Cuz you didn't asked” you said, big smirk appeared on your face.

“Okay I-I need to process this um, I will just go to my room” she said as she gets up from your bed and slowly go to your doors. “Okay, see ya tommorow!” you said and waved at her provocatively. She didn't respond to that, but slowly left the room and closed the door behind her, with her eyes unfocused.

You started laughing as soon as she leaves your room. Ellie is incredible. You reached for the comic as you laugh, when you realized Ellie hadn't even told you why she was mad at Joel. But apparently it wasn't as important as your story.

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After you finished your shower and tied a towel over yourself in the bathroom, you walked out of there and focused on your way to the bedside drawer when you were startled by Joel standing just inches away from. He literally appeard like a ghost, and you though you just shit yourself.

“Joel what the fuck?!” you said, still gasping for air and trying to calm yourself down from the jumpscare he just gave you. “Shouldn't I ask that?” his quiet, angry, masculine voice took over your role and Joel slowly, very angrily, moved forward. This made you back up until you hit the wall behind you. The whole way you were confused by his question. What did you do?

“W-what do you mean?” you asked in confusion, still not understanding why he is like this. He chuckled ironically, his hot breath and smell of whiskey took over your body. “You don't remember what you told Ellie?” He asked manipulatively, leaning his one hand on the wall behind you, making space between you even smaller. The atmosphere started being more and more dense.

Shit. You clearly told Ellie not to tell anyone, she must have misunderstood and now you will pay for it. “I told her not to tell this anyone-“ “Why do you even tell her this?!” He cut you off, his voice raise and his anger grown with every word you said. You weren't scared of him. You knew, that Joel would never hit you or do anything bad to you, expect sex.

“She was just curious-“ you wanted to defend yourself but Joel stopped you again. He grabbed you by the neck with his massively huge hand, grasping his entire palm and squeezing you gently. He put his head so close to yours, that your foreheads almost met.

When he did that, you started getting deja vu. Joel always like it rough and aggresive, so do you. His normal move was always to grab your neck, which he did now. A memory of times gone by that you remember quite often, began to form a slow pulse down there. You became even more horny when you realized you were only in a towel with completely naked underneath. One quick movement and the towel is on the floor and you are in all your glory in front of Joel.

“What did you promise?” he asked, still holding you by your neck, and whispering. His nostrils were enlarged and his eyes blackened as they were filled with spite and rage. His brows were tightly drawn together, givibg you a hungry gaze.

You were silent. You made up a milion scenarios, when he hold you like that. You couldn't feel you neck anymore, but you literally love that. His hands were always so magical and uniquely. His touch made you feel butterflies in your stomach at that time, but it doesn't change even now. You were holding the eye contact with him, looking straight into his dark eyes and wanted to give him an unforgettable kiss.

Joel wanted to hear you, he wanted to make you speak. He jerkily snapped at your neck, choking you slightly, but you were still obsessed with it. Joel was your drug that you never really recovered from.

“You heard me” he said, really trying to make you speak. You knew that if you won't speak, you would only upset Joel more and he would lose control. But, is this what you want? You try to read Joel's mind from his eyes. When you two had that thing a few years ago, you kind of learned to read his mind. You learned what he liked and what he didn't like, what he wanted and what he hated, you knew him better than you knew yourself.

As you stare at his eyes, still quiet, your sly smirk appeared on your face, morphing into a big smile. Gosh he loved that smile, but now, he wanted only one thing, and he is used to the fact that he always gets what he wants.

He squeezed your neck more, making you literally chocking already. “I said, what did you promise?!” he asked quietly, leaning so close to your face that your noses met, and stare at you with anger and lust. Even that you were almost dying, you love this feeling.

“I won't tell this anybody” you said finally, when you stopped feeling blood in your head, and your voice was so dry and scaly. When you finally started talking, he loosened his grip a little, but not completely. “Good, and what did you do?” there was a little hint of joy in his voice that he basically got what he wanted, but still so much anger and manipulation at the same time.

“I-i tell this somebody” when you finished the last word you started to shake and you slowly saw the darkness before your eyes. You were at rock bottom until Joel released his hand from your neck completely. You immediately gasped and grabbed the spot exactly where Joel was holding you tightly. You had a red bruise from his incredibly large hand there.

His gaze was still angry and emotionless, but inside he was jubilant with joy that you did exactly what he wanted, just like you always did. You looked at him scared, still clutching your sore neck. You didn't expect Joel to go this far just for the sake of such shit!

“Why do you even care so much about this bullshit! It ended already so what is your problem!” you yelled at him angrily, not feeling the warm beetwen your legs anymore, instead you felt anger and incomprehension. “Tell me again” he answers, his face still not showing any emotion, as always. Now you really couldn't even read his mind.

“I said, why-“ he grabbed your neck again, as soon as you started yelling at him. “Raising your voice at me?!” he whispered in your ear, and you could finally felt his cruel smile. You immediately regretted saying anything at all. “You know why I care so much? Cuz this was the only one thing that only we know about. Our little secret, you know.”

He tells you the reason, why is he so sensitive about this topic, but you couldn't be surprised, you yourself couldn't talk about it in a bad light. Whenever you remembered those years, you wanted to cry because of how much you miss them. His voice was finally soft a little, and his grip loosened too. He missed those years too, so fucking much.

“I am sorry” you said, finally being the submisive. You were si easy for Joel to manipulate with you. You were wrapped around his finger like a shoelace.

“This is not enough of an excuse for me” he hissed through his cocky grin. His voice calmed you down so much again that the warm feeling in your cunt returned to you again and made your entire body feel pleasant. Oh fuck, how badly you wanted Joel to rip the towel off you and fuck you right now, right there.

“I need more than words, señorita” when you heard your beloved nickname, you couldn't control yourself. As if this was the key word to all those memories that when said, made you feel this amazing desire and need for Joel.

Joel slowly began to slide his hand under your towel. First you felt his warm hand on your stomach, where the butterflies were already doing their thing, and then on your bare breasts, which Joel would kill for. His other hand was still on your neck to keep you from flinching, which was extreme hell for you.

When he bumped into on of your boobies, he immediately hugged and squeezed it, making you squeal a little. Joel kept his eyes on you while you kept them closed, trying not to make come already. He was looking at your face, how squeezed it is and has so much tension in it that needs to come out.

While he massaged your breast and provoked you, when he touched your sensitive nipple and squeezed it, he decided to attack your neck with his mouth as well, but he still didn't let go of his hand. This made you immediately moan without hesitation. Joel could feel his cock goes harder with every sound you just make.

You could feel his bulge, which rubbed against your leg as he moved his mouth down your neck. Sometimes he would bite you there, or suck you so hard you thought a piece of your neck would fall off. You had to make physical contact with him too, you had to touch him. That's why you carefully placed one hand on his back and tucked the other into his soft curly hair, which today was softer than usual.

This is exactly one of the things that Joel likes, when he feels your long tender fingers in his hair, when you give him a light tug, or just scratch him there. That's why he started breathing lightly into your neck as you massaged him on his head. He switched sides and pounced on your neck again, but this time more gently as you weakened him a bit by scratching his head.

He didn't stop with squeezing and massaging your boob too. He actually change them and place his hand to another one. His warm hands on your breast make you feel so safe, but at the same time, you never know what can Joel do in that moment, and that's exactly what happened now.

Out of nowhere he stopped squeezing your breast and stopped biting your neck, he even put his hand on your neck away too. Your neck was already completely different from the beginning. It was red and there was the optical of Joel's hand, but there was also a big purple pacifier almost everywhere that you just couldn't cover up. Thanks Joel.

You looked at him incomprehendingly and he still had that expressionless face, but he looked calmer and a little horny, you can't be surprised when he bangs into you with that huge meat he has down there. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up. You gasped a bit in shock, but then began to kiss him passionately as he offered his soft pink lips that you adored so much. You held him around the neck and moved your other hand into his hair again, the way he likes it. Meanwhile, he turned and walked towards your bed. It's starting to get hotter.

When you were close enough to the bed, Joel threw you here so that you bounced while still on the bed. You were lying on the bed, knees drawn together, looking at Joel who was finally showing some emotion. Hunger. He wanted so badly to have you inside him again, to feel you again and to hear you scream your name as he caused you three orgasms in a row.

As he remember all that, he started unbuttoning his shirt. It didn't take him long, and you could already see his amazing breasts and abs that you hadn't seen in years. Joel leaned into you, moving slowly like some kind of beast, and you, like an innocent victim, just lay there on your elbows, watching his every move. His head was a little higher than where you'd like it to be. He spread your legs, didn't put much pressure because you automatically opened your legs already, and slowly reached under the towel with his hand, which he removed in one graceful movement. You were completely naked, and he only took off one piece of clothing. How unfair.

He knew what your breasts looked like. He imagined them every night before bed, every moment when he masturbated over you, but after a long time he can see them again. If Joel wasn't so cold, even a drop of tear would have fallen.

He watched them for a moment until he looked at your face that was screaming for him to put his head exactly where you wanted it. He smirk as he sees you, in defenselessness, lust and desire. But he loved to provoke you, so he didn't start as quickly as you would think.

He slowly moved his head closer to your cunt which was already all hot and ready. When all you could see was his hair, you relaxed your elbows and lay down on the bed. You could feel Joel's hot breath flowing right onto your lower lips and it made you feel so fucking good!

The pulse down there began to quicken and you began to sigh lightly and squeeze the sheet as the desire to have Joel inside you, slowly began to drive you insane. He knew you wanted him He knew it not only by looking at your pussy, which was already all wet and it really wasn't from the shower, but he also knew it by your movements, how you started to move and squeeze the sheet to hold it.

“Please” you whispered, your eyes squeezed shut, and your legs slowly touching Joel's head. “What was that?” he said teasingly even though he heard you very well. You grunted and repeated your whining, when you felt his nose slightly touching your vagina. Even though you couldn't see Joel, you could see his mischievous grin all over his face very well.

“How much do you want it?” he asked, touching his nose even more exactly where you needed it. “Too much” you sighed, instinctively moving your hips so that Joel's nose was rubbing against your cunt. Joel decided that the waiting and teasing was enough, especially for his rock-hard erection that was still imprisoned in his pants.

So he slowly penetrated slightly inside and started to move his nose slightly up and down your clitoris. He didn't have to look for it for long because he remembered your body to the exact millimeter. He knew what you were doing and how you behaved when you were close to orgasm. He knew exactly where to fuck you, in what position and how. He knew your body so well.

This move made you sigh louder and squeeze the sheets much, much harder. You always loved his nose and even when he was rubbing against your most sensitive part of your body, you were in absolute heaven.

After a while you felt a strange wet movement at your entrance that started to get more intense. Joel circled his tongue around your main hole, making you even more crazy.

You moaned as you felt his tongue enter you. He waited a moment until he began to ripple his tongue inside you, pulling it in and out lightly. Or rather, he was tongue-fucking you now. Every movement he made by his tongue, was one step closer for you to come inside his mouth.

After a while, you both heard the squishy and wet sound inside of you, which clearly indicated that you were close. Your moans were also much louder but you didn't overdo it. Joeal started curling his tongue faster and put his hands on your tights, to make you feel more comfortable.

You curled your toes, lifted your lower body and squeezed your eyes tighter. The pleasantly unpleasant feeling of going to the bathroom washed over you, it was like a race in your lower belly and you squeezed Joel's head between your thighs so hard it would burst.

“Fuck-“ came from you but you cut it, as you moan from the pleassure that you had. Your entire tense body was relaxed and all the juice from you went straight into Joel's mouth. Your breathing was heavy, your chest was moving up and down continuously and you loosened your grip on the sheets as well.

Joel gently pull his tongue out of you, and swallowed everything he caused. He finally licked your cunt, causing you to gasp a little, and then he just lifted off your thighs.

He was looking down on you, how fast and clumsily you were breathing and still processing the orgasm you just had. You opened your eyes to see an even hungrier Joel staring at you with black eyes. Your juice still lingered a bit on his mustache, making you shy for a moment and burning your cheeks.

“This was just foreplay, now your apology begins” his voice like a husky, deep and manly. You were looking at him, as he roughly started undoing his trouser belt, which soon fell to the ground. He didn't take his eyes off you though. You felt the excitement again and the gentle flame of fire that rushed through your whole body and down there again. You didn't have to blink twice and Joel was already naked, his abnormally large erection already twitching. His veins look like they're about to burst, you wanted to feel his cock inside you so badly.

“I will have no mercy on you” he inform you, making your pussy tighten a bit, as he said that. “Don't” you allowed him even though you didn't have to. Even without your permission, he would treat you like an object. “There are consequences for actions” this was the last sentence he said, before he grab your hips by his muscular arms, and turned you around, so that now you were showing your ass to Joel.

You get on your knees, you breast relaxing on the bed and hands on the bed too. He spat on his cock to make it less painful. He held your hips tighter so you wouldn't squirm too much and without any warning he rammed his entire length into you all the way to the root.

Joel threw his head back, biting his lips and shut his eyes, as he entered you. You walls were so tight around his huge cock. The way your cunt eat his dick, made him groan a little. The feeling of having his huge cock inside you made you moan as hard as you could. Everyone had to hear it, but the best was yet to come.

“I fucking miss this” he groans as he started thrust in you, making you bouncing a little. The slapping your ass on his stomach, was a harmony for Joel's ears. He put his head back, looking directly at your ass, how big and squishy it was.

Joel didn't waste any time and started to pick up on his lightning speed which made you hit your ass into Joel even more. You squeeze the sheet again and bite your lips at the same time to hold in the satisfaction you were experiencing right now. Joel sighed and groaned, quiet as a man but you made him feel so good. He stretched you so hard that you couldn't take it anymore and you had to start moaning too.

Neither you or Joel could hold it in for very long. The entire bed moved with you, bumping into the opposite wall causing the sink to fall slightly, but you didn't care at the moment. You felt like the whole house was moving with you, in the exact rhytm as Joel was thrusting in you.

Joel was already losing his balance and fell on top of you in a controlled manner, saving himself from falling on your back with one hand and still holding onto your hip with the other. It made you and Joel even better in this position.

You started to tighten, not only in your legs but also in your vagina. You wrapped Joel's cock right up and he knew you were fucking close. That grip gave Joel an even bigger pleasure and he was no longer in control of his hips, he was just pounding them against your ass. You heard Joel's breathing, which was irregular and choppy. You could feel his cock twitching inside you. You felt like you were going to let it out in no time.

A few thrusts of his cock into you and you couldn't hold it in anymore. Your entire body stiffened, including your face and your mouth formed into an o shape. You let out a loud moan and right after yours did Joel, who shortly come right after you. As your body relaxed, your vagina opened again and your grip on the sheet in your hands loosened as well, you were finally able to perceive more of your surroundings.

You heard Joel's heavy and loud breathing hitting your back. After a while he finally pulled his cock out of you and gently ran his hands over your back to calm you down and make the situation a little more comfortable. “Hope you learned your lesson” he said, shortly after he started putting on his clothes. You were still on your knees, popping your ass towards Joel. Your sweat on your forehead started dropping on the sheet, which left a small wet spot.

Once Joel was dressed, he laid down next to you on the bed, facing you directly. You opened your eyes and saw his, which were no longer full of hunger and most importantly, they were brown and cute again. You finally laid down on the bed too, still naked and uncovered. You were looking at the ceiling and still breathing heavily.

“Do you ever remember?” you asked him but your eyes were still glued to the ceiling. “Always” he answered, making you look at him, but he wasn't looking at you anymore, he was looking at the ceiling the same way you were watching it a moment ago.

“Do you ever imagine we'll go back to that?” you asked him, carefully, so as not to ruin the moment. Joel just smiled and repeated his answer "Always". A few images ran through your head of what it would be like if you did the system like you used to, but it still wouldn't be the best idea, even in the sense that it's really hard to find birth control or an untorn condom in the apocalypse. "But we can't" as if he was reading your mind and thinking the same thing as you. Reasons why it wouldn't work anymore.

Even so, you were grateful that you did what you did. If not, you wouldn't experience that wonderful feeling again.

Thank you Ellie.

#joel x y/n #joel miller x reader #javier pena smut #pedro pascal #joel tlou #joel miller x f!reader #joel x reader #joel the last of us #joel miller #joel miller smut #smut #the last of us #pedrohub #pedro pascal x reader #pedro x reader #joel x you

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buccini555 · 10 months

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≡ “I want to go back to being the Mikey I used to be”

⌕ x r e a d e r !

☆ 𝑭𝒕. Manjiro Sano (Bonten!)

⚠︎! references to post traumatic stress/trauma

★ As you never failed to do, you went to visit Manjiro at one of Bonten's many hideouts, despite the boy being isolated and most of the time not wanting to have contact with anyone at all, you really never failed to see your sweet boy.

As soon as you arrived, you looked for Sano, thus arriving in one of the rooms of the huge building, you came across Manjiro sitting on a small old and broken piece of furniture, as soon as you laid eyes on the boy and he noticed your presence, Manjiro invited you to sit next to him and you, of course, cannot tell that he was crying, or at least he seemed to have been crying a few minutes before you arrived.

— Manjiro? Something happened? Are you hurt?

You questioned, worry always took over your mind when seeing him in that state, even if you were already used to your loved one's depressed appearance.

— I-I'm scared, I'm so fucking scared right now.

He was different, you can see the difference in his blank look before, he seemed to be totally out of his "impulse", just being less aggressive and totally fragile at that moment.

— Scared? Why?

You questioned again, you were more and more worried, since you knew that the boy had not been well in the last few days, you watched him, curious to know what he had to say.

— You know, the memories won't leave me alone, you know, don't you? I live my nightmares even awake.

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭

Dealing with trauma? It was really never an easy task for Manjiro, he never managed to recover from all the tragedies that occurred throughout his life, only an emotional blockage took care of him, after all, he believed that if he didn't feel "nothing" anymore, the pain would pass.

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭

— I can't imagine how you feel, but I honestly didn't want you to go through that.

You wanted to hug him at that moment, but you just held back as you knew Manjiro couldn't handle contact well.

— My brothers... My friends... My family? I? Where did all this go? How was I able to destroy everything I loved most? And I still think my post traumatic stress shit fucked me up even more.

He started to cry almost desperately, you could feel his lover's pain, he really couldn't handle it all alone anymore.

— Y-you need to calm down, please baby!

Despite wanting to comfort him, you still feared for the mood swings he had, of course, he was never aggressive with you, but you knew that he just didn't show aggression because he gave everything to control himself.

Since those memories and flashbacks took over Manjiro, he never again had the ability to show the slightest bit of affection, but, he hugged you, as tight as he could, you can feel Manjiro's trembling body, which at that moment, looked more like the "Mikey" you knew years ago.

— I hate being emotionally fucked up, I hate being so traumatized! I hate myself for all the times I treated you like crap, I love you... I love you but I can't even show my fucking feelings.

Still holding you in his arms, he continued to break down in tears, you had never seen Mikey so sensitive, you just remained silent, not holding back the tears at hearing those words.

— It's okay, Manjiro, it's okay, I'm here.

You gently caressed Sano's face, trying to do your best to at least keep him comfortable.

— I want to go back, I want to go back to the start.

— Go back? What do you mean by that my love?

— Back to the beginning of it all...

You just remained silent, clearly Manjiro was thinking about all his past, friends, family, and most of all, who he used to be.

— Help me to be Mikey again, only you can do that for me.

— I'll do anything to help you, I promise! But, I think you better rest now, don't you?

— I'm sorry for making you worried...

— Come here, try to sleep, okay? This will help with your crisis.

You knew that Manjiro had been without sleep for days, the tired look on the younger's face wouldn't let him lie and say he was having a good night's sleep.

— I really love you, you make me feel alive again.

He looked at you with joy in his eyes for the first time in years.

— Rest, I want you to get better soon.

He subtly rested his face on your chest, as he used to do and while he slept, you just caressed the boy's bleached hair.

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mychlapci · 4 months

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another rarepair but overtarn my beloved psychopaths <3 anyway mer overtarn mating probably results in the research facility evacuating the whole building in case all the staff witness the horrors of two aggressive mers almost breaking the thick bulletproof glass while fucking. it may look like an extra violent murder with all the clawing growling fighting and blood making the pool light pink but its just a lil breeding sesh between two loving mates <3

and then the staff doesnt know what to do with the huge pregnant siren with killer voice and the giganormous overprotective brute who scares all of the visitors away even more now than ever <3

oh hell yes i LOVE overtarn. our two psychopaths in love <33

A facility very early into their research days managing to contain Tarn and Overlord, both of them freshly discovered giant sea monsters that have gotten nice and big after years of killing and eating land-dwelling mechs. They’re not too sure if they should be keeping them both in the same tank (or if they should be keeping them at all) as they appear to really dislike each other, but one, they haven’t hurt each other gravely yet, and two, there is no way they’re luring either of them onto a stretcher again. One vet check-up was enough to cause an extreme ruckus, Overlord had to be tased and shot with several tranquilizer darts before he finally passed out and they could safely scan him as fast as possible before dumping him back into the tank. Tarn, on the other end of the facility, was much calmer, but once in the veterinarian's room he managed to kill a worker with one swift swing of his claws and was dumped into the tank without a scan. One scan from Overlord is enough for their research purposes, surely…

Things are going pretty alright, their tank is to be avoided unless completely necessary and the staff work on researching the other, slightly more docile mers they have in store… until Tarn and Overlord start acting strange. Their “disliking each other” turns into complete, unbridled aggression, the two mers fighting at least twice a day, leaving one another scratched and bleeding all around the tank (Overlord and Tarn are displaying mating dances, how sweet <33) The staff is not sure what’s happening until finally all hell breaks loose in their tank. Overlord appears to be… killing Tarn. He’s holding him down, biting into his neck, Tarn is clawing at him violently in a pointless struggle, their tails are intertwining (Overlord’s spike forcing itself into Tarn’s valve slit, spreading it open and hitting the duct of his gestation tank roughly with each thrust, Tarn moaning in pleasure, his claws leaving marks on Overlord’s frame to make sure everyone knows he belongs to him. Overlord tearing chunks off of Tarn and swallowing, keeping pieces of his mate inside him as yet another part of his mating/dominance play) and the staff is told to leave before they manage to break down the glass and flood the whole place.

Meanwhile, Tarn and Overlord are having the time of their life, swimming around in a pool of their own spilled energon and grinding their tails against each other until they’ve reached another mutual overload.

When the staff comes back, the glass wasn’t broken and the two seemed to have mellowed out a bit… by the time the filtration system clears the water they’re lazily rolling against each other, still deeply mutilated, but they’re calmed down now... The researchers slowly realize the horrors they’ve witnessed through the cameras was a mating ritual… which means there’s going to me more of them. More violent, murderous killer mers. In their research facility.

also, hell yes, Overlord doing displays of dominance towards the researchers and scienstis, extending his spike and rubbing it against the glass until they’ve left with grossed-out winces on their face-plates, mating Tarn in front of the cameras to make sure there’s no mistake in who he belongs to...

#valveplug #merformers #pregnancy mention

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cherryo · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you are having wonderful day :3

Would you write some headcanons for rottmnt boys x reader who shows cute agression that often tires to bite them softly and squish with hugs?

It can be a little smut if you feel so :3

OH MY GOSH!!! I LOVED THIS SOOOOOOO SOOOO MUCH!!! IM AN AGRESSIVE LOVER SO THIS HIT SO CLOSE TO HOME FOR ME!!! i had so much fun writing this!! i didn't go with smut this time so just fluff, but if you want a smuttier version I can definitely do that!

Pronouns: none ? i think lol warnings: none it's pure fluff, cursing though? slight talk about Donnies panic at touch and his insecurity, but that should be it?

Leo

Out of all the boys I think he's the most okay with it? In terms of not caring or acknowledging when it happens

Not in a bad way though!! He absolutely melts on the inside, he fully takes it as a compliment

It would take him longer to get used to the biting tbh

The squishing in hugs he would love so much!! This man is in desperate need of long hugs

The biting though,,,, he found it odd at first and then grew used to it

He didn't think you were weird, just that the biting was weird

But! He doesn't even blink when you bit his arms or fingers or whatever

All in all he enjoys the cuteness aggression, he might even have some himself

I think he'd show it in squeezing your arm (I do that hehehe) and hands!!

Or shaking your shoulders!

Raph

Opposite of Leo, would take longer to get used to the hugs!!

While yes he gets hugs from his brothers a lot, he's just scared

He doesn't want to hurt you, but after awhile he let's you squish him during hugs

(Y'all had to work up to that though, originally with squeezing his arms)

After he realized he really wasn't going to hurt you, he started to love and I mean love the hugs

He thinks it's adorable that you feel he's so cute that you need to physically let it out

He's never really thought he's cute but god you changed his whole world

The biting though, he understood immediately, considering he's a snapping turtle

I think as a child he used to need teething toys or something because he would just chomp and when you do it he's comforted by it

Knowing he's not alone in needing to bite

He literally doesn't bat an eyelash when you bite him but when you hug or squeeze his arm, he's kicking and swinging his feet, giggling and melting in your arms

He loves you and he loves that you get cuteness aggression <33

Mikey

I feel like personally he wouldn't understand? Like he gets like cuteness zoomies and giggles, and other types but aggression?

It'd take him a hot second to get used to the random squeezing and bites

The first time you bit him he screamed, like bloody murder, he fr thought you were going to eat him

He calmed down when you told him about cuteness aggression and that you're not trying to eat him, but that you sometimes need to let out the built up emotions

He understands but doesn't like understand?

Homeboy is confused, but he let's you do it nonetheless, he finds it sweet that you two let out the pent up cuteness out in other ways (not like *that*)

Eventually, he'll be like his brothers and won't bat an eye but you still scare him when you don't give warnings

Donnie

Donnie takes the longest, he already doesn't find physical touch very nice, so it takes a while for him to get used to and warm up to regular romantic touch

It takes him even longer for your random love attacks

Obviously, you knew how he felt so you didn't go for it at first, you waited till he was comfortable then explained it to him

Apprehensive at first, really didn't know what to do when you squished him or chewed on his arm

The first time you bit him, he hit you square on the nose like a shark

Okay so, he panicked, he wasn't ready and you backed off and found something else to chew on

He felt bad that he wasn't getting used to it fast, you reassured him you'd wait for him. You always would.

He eventually got okay with it, but just like regular touch he'd need breaks from it and had made you a chew that looked like him so you could always technically let your aggression out on him

He loves you and somewhat loves the cuteness aggression, he has moments where it's just not the thing for him, but he communicates that with you and you both are happy with the little arrangement you've got going on <33

He loves you and gets insecure sometimes when he doesn't want touch, but you always reassured him <3

#chasewrites #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise mikey #rise raph #rise leo #rise donnie

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maloink · 20 days

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yautja x xenomorph queen hybrid reader

Y/N

Favorite praetorian

Kuta'ge

Net'yws

Other xenomorph

Other

This is essentially what Y/N looks like:

[12/05/90##]

You were sitting on your throne in your hive like usual, watching your drones being hard at work. Your favorite praetorian walks up to you and speaks "My queen...... there is a yautja nearby, what should we do?" You pause, thinking of what you should do. You then speak. "I'll deal with the yautja" The praetorian gained a worried look on his face before he spoke "Are you sure my queen? The yautja will attack you..." You pet the praetorian's head to calm him "I'm sure. I'll use my human form to get close before killing him."

[MEANWHILE WITH THE YAUTJA]

I huff as I kill another xenomorph drone. I then mutter. "Damm hard meat" I then hear my hunt brother approaching me. He then spoke. "Kuta'ge. I discovered a hive nearby. It's close to getting a queen mother." I turn to face him before I spoke. "Don't worry Net'yws, we can deal with it. Let's get moving to the hive now, before it spreads more" Net'yws nods as we start heading in the direction of the hive.

[MEANWHILE WITH Y/N]

You am walking out of the hive, in human form. "I forgot how uncomfortable my human form is..." I then start walking away from the hive, towards where the yautja was spotted. After a bit you enter a clearing where you see a yautja, you smerk and walk closer before speaking "Your far from home aren't you? Don't see many of you around here" The yautja turned to face you before he spoke "Ooman you need to leave, there is a hard meat hive around here" You walk closer and once you are close enough you start walking around him in a circle."The xenomorph hive isn't the biggest problem around here ya know."

[POV CHANGE]

I watch from the trees as the ooman female walks in circle around Net'yws before stopping behind him. The ooman woman then speaks. "I'm the biggest problem." I watch in shock as she changes form, becoming a hybrid between ooman and hard meat queen. The hybrid then stabs her tail into Net'yws, skewering him. The hybrid then speaks. "That's what you get for being too close to my hive" A praetorian then walks over to the hybrid and hisses at her, she then responds. "I told you I could do it, I may be a queen but I am not defenceless"

[POV CHANGE]

You smile at your favorite praetorian, watching the worry disappear from his face. He then speaks. "I'm sorry that I ever doubted you my queen" "It's alright" you say. You knew he was just worried since the previous queen of the hive got killed by yautja's and he was just worried that would happen to you too. You then notice another yautja in a tree watching you are the praetorian before speaking. "Looks like we have company" The praetorian looks towards the yautja and hisses aggressively. Your tail sways aggressively as the yautja jumps down and unsheathed his wrist blades. "Bring it on little yautja~" you tease. The yautja then lunged.

[POV CHANGE]

I lunged at the hybrid as she teased me. I swing my blades at her. I tense as her tail wraps around my wrist and throws me into a tree "HAHAHAHAHAHA! You are so weak and pathetic!!" The praetorian was about to lunge when a massive explosion was heard, the hybrid and praetorian screeched in agony and clutched their heads.

[POV CHANGE]

You tensed as you felt every bond within the hive mind broke at once. Tears welled up in my eyes as your whipped your head towards the hive. "NO! MY HIVE! MY CHILDREN!" the sound of the entire hive yelling for you to help them roared in your head "QUEEN HELP US! IT HURTS! MOTHER! MAMA! HELP IT HURT SO MUCH! MOM! QUEEN!" You start running to try and get to them, but due to the sheer amount of bonds being broken at once you pass out before you can leave the clearing.

[POV CHANGE]

I watched as the hybrid passed out. The praetorian immediately rushed over to make sure it's queen is ok. Hissing aggressively at me while it does so. I aimed my shoulder cannon at it and shot a net at it. The net immediately wrapped around it as I contact my other hunt brothers. "I found a hybrid we should study.... might as well bring the praetorian that's with her with us" my hunt brothers immediately respond "well that explains why there was no queen in the hard meat hive we just destroyed"

[END OF PART 1]

#yautja x reader #predator x reader #xenomorph queen

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prrism · 1 year

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A Rival’s Arrival

Summary: You’re training when you get a surprise visit…

Characters: Techno x Reader, feat. Puffy, Dream and Foolish

Relationships: parental, platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

Another swing of his weapon and another easy block by you but you had to give him credit, he was quite the natural in combat.

“Not bad, next time I recommend trying to pull a fake out attack before hitting from behind.” You instruct.

“It won’t be a fake out if you know it’s coming.” Techno deadpans, you chuckle.

“I know that and you know that, but on an actual battlefield your enemy won’t know that.” You explain, he just shrugs and you continue your training. You’ve been outside sparring with Techno a lot longer then you normally would, the crisper air making for perfect conditions as it acted as a natural cooler so you didn’t have to worry about overheating. Although with the autumn weather starting you couldn’t help but feel like you were forgetting something…

“Ah!” You’re caught off guard by the sudden shove against your leg, making you stumble to the side a little before catching yourself. “Wha-hey! Dream!” You playfully glare at the giggling culprit.

“Ha! I got you right where I want you, now victory is mine!” He exclaims, charging at you with his wooden sword. You chuckle and wait for the “final strike” but the clatter of another weapon tells you otherwise, looking down to see Techno block Dream’s attack, knocking him down. Techno let’s out an angered growl, glaring daggers at Dream.

“Whoa! Hey, take it easy, it’s alright, everything’s okay.” You instantly step in, remembering how protective and aggressive piglins could get if someone hurts their family.

“But he hit you!” Techno points accusingly at a confused Dream.

“I know, I know. But I’m alright… Besides,” you give him a smirk, “it’ll take a whole lot more then a simple shove and wooden sword to take me down.” Techno still looked defensive but he does calm down enough to step away. “So, I take it you ran ahead of your mom just to say hi?” You look back to Dream as he gets off the ground.

“Ummm… no?” He looks around before pointing to the two other approaching figures. “See! She’s over there.” You let out a soft chuckle before heading over to greet Puffy.

“Hey! Puffy! Long time no see.” You greet once she’s closer.

“Hey (y/n), hope you don’t mind the sudden visit.” She greets back.

“Nah, it’s fine.” You wave it off. “I should’ve realized you’d be coming by now that autumn is setting in. How was the voyage?”

“The voyage went great, as usual.” Puffy says proudly.

“That’s awesome. Oh! And I see little Foolish isn’t so little anymore either. You’ve grown quite a bit since I last saw you.” You look down at Foolish who’s partially hiding behind Puffy’s leg. You wave at him with a smile, he waves back with a small smile of his own.

“Sensei? Who are these people?” You hear Techno ask, also gaining Puffy’s attention as she looks over at him.

“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Puffy, and you are?” She introduces herself, kneeling down to meet his level, Techno edges closer to you warily.

“It’s alright, she’s a friend.” You reassure. He still settles for staying closer to you, it’s almost laughable considering how defensive he was earlier with Dream. “This is Techno, I found him alone in the Nether and been caring for him since.” You explain, Puffy gives a somber look before her attention is brought to Dream calling for her.

“Mom! Mom! I made a new friend!” He says excitedly, bounding over to her.

“That’s great…” Her voice trails off on you as your attention is directed to the hybrid pulling at your leg, silently asking for you to kneel down.

“What is it?” You ask quietly.

“I am not friends with him.” Techno huffs, you chuckle softly.

“No? But you seemed to be getting along so nicely before.” You joke, he looks at you unamused making you laugh again. “I’m kidding, but trust me Dream isn’t that bad a kid, he’s a really good fighter, a little ambitious in combat but good.”

“Heh? You think he’s good? Please, I could beat him easily.” Techno waves off like it’s nothing.

“Oh?” You raise an amused eyebrow. “Well if you’re so confident, care to put it to the test?” He gives an interested look, you then stand and walk back over to Puffy. “Say, Puffy. What do you say on letting Dream have a sparring match Techno?”

“That’s a great idea! Dream really needs to practice more with others at his level.” She says with a smile and a nod, Dream seemed just as thrilled.

You lead everyone back over to your training area, which was a nice flattened area of the field you set up a few weapon stands for various weapon training. You mark the ground in certain areas to define were the sparring zone would be before grabbing some wooden swords for the boys, making sure they were equal in quality and durability before handing them over.

“Alright, we want a fair fight here, so you must use your weapons to knock your opponent over. There will be four rounds before we decide a winner.” You announce, slowly raising your hand. “On my mark…” The two ready themselves, you could practically see the fire in both their eyes, a please smirk on your face at the already budding rivalry.

“Begin!”

Am I cruel for leaving it there? Idk, maybe, but I’ll just leave the rest to your own interpretation/imagination

Taglist:

@maxismp1

@justmare

@anon-duck

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x platonic reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #dsmp dream #dream x reader #captain puffy #puffy x reader #dsmp foolish #foolish x reader

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honeypipin · 5 months

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Atlas

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Chapter 3 (silly billies!!)

(Disclaimer: Some violence, König feels a bit silly sometimes and is trying to keep calm he is totally going crazy over you)

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Water

When it gets dark, no one can leave their house unless they are military personnel. No one else has the tools to survive against such aggressive cryptids, so it makes sense.

The annoying thing is, some nights, you might even have to spend the night inside your house in the dark too. Cryptids are attracted to bright lights, and when those with keener senses are reported, turning a switch on is suicide.

Hence, why now, you are patting every surface in your immediate vicinity to make sure you don't fall flat on your face - so far, its working.

You just need to find the water bottles.

But when you step back, you press into something hard... like a wall... but a bit soft?

You jump, of course, but you hear nothing there. So you wave your hand where it was, and nothing's there?? So weird.

You'd never get used to navigating your house in the dark, but you had to move on, after all, Vicki and her friend are waiting for you to get water for their tea party, you can't mess up Vicki's first (not really) sleepover!

Finally, you found some water on the kitchen counter, you completely forgot you placed it there, but god are you glad you did.

You start to walk up the stairs. Then you hear a scream. You run upstairs. You swing Vicki's bedroom door open, where you expect to see blood and gore again, you see something different.

Fredrick was laying on the floor, having wrestled this wolf-looking, massive cryptid off of him, he manages to chuck it outside, yanks down the outer shutters, and slams the window closed. The first time you have ever seen someone ever overpower a cryptid, and it is mind blowing.

Of course, the two little girls start crying out of shock, hell, if you weren't meant to be comforting them, you would too. After a while, you and Fredrick are able to calm them down and put them to sleep, through doing so, however, you find out that Vicki's friend, Esha, had opened the window after she saw a little puppy lost outside.

Normally, you would just calm the girls down, tell them that it wasn't their fault, they're too young to know, and "just promise me you'll never do it again, ok?" And that would be that.

But something wont add up, how did they see past the shutters? That doesn't make sense at all! The shutters close together, automatically, how were they up?

"I- I just don't get it Fredrick, everything closes together, how was that shutter up? I can't- I don't know. It doesn't make sense."

Fredrick sighs sympathetically next to you, sitting in your living room together at 2 AM was not how you expected your next interaction with your favourite neighbour, but its the interaction you got.

"It may have just not closed tonight," He puts a hand on your shoulder. "There's not much that we can do for now, anyways, lets just sleep it out until morning, and then you can call over a technician."

"Yeah... you're right, i should at least get some sleep."

Fredrick, the brilliant man he is, then one who immediately scaled the wall to chase the cryptid that snuck into Vicki's room, the man that had saved your lives, goes, "I should be going home then"

"Sorry?"

"...I should be going home?"

"How on earth are you expecting to go home and survive when that... thing is out there, not to be rude Fredrick, but have you lost your mind?!".

"Er- no, it would just be rude for me to stay longe-"

"Rude?! You saved our lives Fredrick! Please, just stay for the night, I would 't be able to live with myself if something happened to you."

Never in a million dreams would König turn this down. The perfect opportunity to stay over at your darling neighbour's for the night, especially after being your hero? Mit freunden!

"I... fine, I will, but I will sleep on the couch."

"The couch?! No way, I'll take the couch and you take the bed."

"Absolutely not."

"But you're my guest!"

"I am not the type of man to force you to sleep on your couch in your own home. I will sleep on the couch."

"Fredrick."

"No, I will not hear it."

"Fine we both sleep on the bed!"

"No we will- wait. What?"

"I have a king-sized bed, we are adults, I'm sure we can manage going to sleep."

"But- that would be-"

"Do you want me to sleep on the couch then?"

"No..."

"Then its settled. We sleep on the bed."

"Okay."

König followed you obediently, but there's no denying how shocked he was. You know that feeling you get when everything goes your way and you're so stunned by it you can't even say anything? That's how König felt, so surprised that everything is going well for him, this never happens! (He's definitely not complaining though)

The next thing that happens practically sends him into shell shock. Now he understands summer heat. And he understands that people get sweaty in it, so does he! Austrian mountains usually run quite cold compared to where he was now.

But he is certain you are trying to kill him because you are going to lie down, next to him, in the same bed, in those shorts?! How can you step out the bathroom so casually like you haven't just dropped his jaw? Do you think he cant see you in the dark? Because he most certainly can.

You get under the covers and lay down next to him.

"Goodnight Fredrick."

"Goodnight."

It takes around 30 minutes, but eventually you fall asleep don't ask how he knows what you sleeping sounds like and he can finally turn to face you. Oh, you put a pillow between you two so you don't accidentally hug him searching for body warmth? Well its ok, he'll let you anyways! Hope you don't mind him chucking that pillow to the other side of the room.

König stares at your face, eyes pressed shut and your breathing sounds like you're at the start of your sleep cycle. A gentle smile graces his lips when he hears the soft snores coming from you, he cups your cheeks and marvels at how soft your skin is compared to his. How big his hand is compared to your cheek, how tight your- he really needs to calm down. What if you woke up right now?

What if you woke up right now? Would you smile under his embrace? Kiss his fingers and giggle at his flustered state? Would you plead sweetly for him to take that damn mask off just so you could kiss his lips? He's not sure how you'd react to his face, but he'd be willing to risk it for you.

The night carries on with König staring at your face, occasionally taking pictures of you sleeping, and eventually falling asleep cuddling you. Exactly what König had wanted - he was overjoyed!

When you finally wake up, its morning, but the way König hugs you makes it impossible to wake him up. After a strenuous effort, you reach for your phone to check the time. 8:28 AM?

Oh well, he did literally save your life last night, a few more hours of sleep was the least you could do for him.

#könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #konig #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #konig x reader #könig #cryptid!könig #könig call of duty #cryptid #monster man #monster

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not-avery · 10 months

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Hellooo how are u?💙 if I could request a Peter b Parker x wife!reader shows up during the events of the movie?

This is adorable I love it!!

Caught Baby-Pink Handed- Peter B. Parker x Wife! Reader

Request are open here

TW! Language, Kinda Angst, Spoilers of ATSV, No Beta read just grammarly

AN: This is my first time writing for Peter lol! I hope it’s kinda good and true to character. As always, constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated!!

“Peter, what the hell were you thinking?!” I hiss as he climbs through our daughter’s window, wearing his spidersuit.

“Babe…shh she’s sleeping,” Peter whispers as she slowly lays the red-head down in her crib and completely ignoring my question.

“Yeah like she should have been for the last past three hours!” I hiss at my husband, watching him bend down to kiss Mayday’s forehead.

“Babe, calm down I’ll explain everything,” Peter laughs nonchalantly, walking out of Mayday’s nursery. I follow suit, closing the door a bit more aggressively then I normal would.

“What the hell, Peter?!” I start, anger in my voice as she looks at Peter.

“Babe just…let me explain,” Peter says, sitting down on the couch, his slippers falling off.

“Oh yeah you’ll do a lot of explaining,” I scoff, still standing as I look down at him. “I’ve told you how many damn times not to bring Mayday to Spider Society, she’s going to get hurt Peter!” I tell him, my hands resting on my hips as I look at him.

“I wanted her to meet Miles, okay?!” Peter admits, looking at me from the couch. “Look (Y/N), Gwen brought Miles to Spider Society and I just couldn’t leave the kid alone!” He explains.

“But what does that have to do with Mayday?!” I ask him, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“I wanted- I thought it would be nice of Mayday to meet the reason I wanted to have her in the first place!” Peter says, ripping his hand through his greying hair.

I sigh, slowly walking towards the couch and sitting next to him. I brush a strand of hair out of his eyes, a small frown on my lips. “How’d that go?” I ask, looking at Peter with a slightly less mad look.

“He wouldn’t hold her,” Peter sighs, looking up at me with frustration in his eyes now.

“He’s what…15? I wouldn’t want to hold a baby if I was 15,” I laugh softly, looking down at him.

“Miguel is chasing him down…” Peter whispers, staring up at the ceiling. “He’s just a kid…he feels like my kid,” Peter admits. “God I feel like the world’s shittiest mentor…” He groans, running his hands down his face.

“Peter it’s not your fault…you tired to do everything you could, right?” I say, pulling Peter’s head so it’s laying in my lap. I play with his hair softly, trying to reassure him.

“I could have done so much different…” Peter sighs, looking at the ceiling.

“I mean…is it to late to help Miles?” I ask him, trying to reassure Peter softly.

“I don’t know, Babe,” Peter admits, sighing again. This is the most stressed I’ve ever seen him.

I glance out the window, seeing what seems to be a portal opening on one of the builds nearby. My eyes narrow as I look at the portal, it seems to be slight different…like newspapers.

“I think that might be a way,” I nudge him, pointing towards the portal opening and a girls figure stepping out of it.

“I think you might be right, Babe,” Peter says, a smirk grown on his lips as he turns back to look at me. I laugh softly, bringing his lips down to mine, pressing a soft kiss against his. “How pissed are you going to be if I bring Mayday with me?” Peter ask, a smile still on his face.

“Peter if she gets hurt so help me God,” I sigh, brushing his hair one more time.

“I’m taking that as a yes!” Peter says, rushing into our daughters room while also putting his slippers on.

I laugh to myself, watching as Peter swings into the portal with Mayday in hand.

“Good Luck…” I whisper, looking down at the wedding band adoring my ring finger.

#peter b parker x reader #peter b. parker #peter b parker #peter b parker x y/n #peter b parker x you

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yingatlas · 7 months

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Seele and Veliona with a overprotective s/o >:3

I do it all because I love you

Seele, Veliona x Overprotective Reader

Absolutely adorable idea

Seele

While the one to normally be overprotective of Seele is Veliona as soon as you stepped into the picture it basically was just x2

You see Seele without her coat in just a little bit chilly weather? You’re already taking yours off and wrapping it around her before she even has a chance to do anything else.

That one “They asked for no pickles.” meme is just you two.

While you would never interfere with her friendships (without good reasons) you can’t help but worry for her and do anything in your power to make sure she’s happy

Since you’re very overprotective of your girlfriend anytime someone comes up to her you’ll immediately start analyzing them to see what their intentions are

Pure intentions? You’ll back off but still hover around Seele a bit just in case

Not so pure intentions? Oh you’ll be glaring daggers at that person until they go away. Sometimes you wrap your arm around Seele’s waist or hold her hand too.

Not afraid to start swinging if it means keeping your girlfriend safe

Seele finds it quite cute and is very flattered but with both you and Veliona’s protectiveness combined is makes her sweat drop at times

You and Veliona will team up to defend Seele. Veliona beating the shit out of who/what ever tried to harm Seele while you hold Seele and softly usher her away from the scene. Only to come back later and joining in with Veliona

All and all you receive many kisses and thanks whenever any of these happen though which is enough to solidify the fact you need to continue protecting your adorable girlfriend.

“You didn’t have to do that you know…” Seele sighed fondly at you while gently caressing your head

“I know, I wanted to though. I can’t just stand by while you put yourself in danger.” You lean into her touch slightly nuzzling into it like a cat. Or at least that’s how Seele saw it.

Seele takes your hand and leaves kisses on your knuckles the slightly shifts it around so that her cheek is resting on your palm as her hand rest behind yours, holding it to her face.

“Thank you, my lovely knight”

Veliona

Now this is a bit more interesting since not only are you really overprotective, Veliona is as well.

You two are constantly overprotective of each other and in turn you both end up bickering about it a bit.

There are times you won’t care about something like someone being rude to you but Veliona would. You’ll try and calm her down then turn around and do the same thing she just did.

“Veliona it’s fine…” you said holding onto your girlfriend’s hand.

“NO IT’S NOT!! They have not right to criticize you when they don’t even know you!!” She retorts back clearly very irritated.

You gently squeeze her hand and kiss her cheek. “It’s fine really, I don’t want you to waste anytime on those type of people. They’re not worth it” reluctantly she backs off, giving you a comforting kiss in return.

Suddenly your ears pick up the sound of a distant whisper “That’s girl is so aggressive, I could never be with someone like that, how unladylike”

Irk marks comedically pop onto your head as you quickly turn around the face the source of the sound.

“Fuck off and mind your own business, my girlfriend is amazing and you should be lucky to even be in her presence!!” Now you were holding onto that poor person’s shirt collar (totally deserved)

“You don’t know shit about her and what the hell does ladylike even mean??? What century do you live in you ignorant piece of sh—“

“AT LEAST TAKE YOUR OWN ADVICE IDIOT” Veliona quickly grabbed you and pulled you away cutting you off.

You turned toward your girlfriend with sad little puppy eyes and then turned back to glare at those people.

They had already run off so you just muttered “cowards” under your breath before focusing your attention back onto Veliona.

She just sighs “and you say I’m overprotective, try looking in the mirror”

You laugh, brushing it off “only when it comes to you”

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spamhappyface · 2 years

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Aromatic Summer| H.P.

Pairings: Harry James Potter x Fem!Reader Word Count:2.1k

WARNINGS: SMUT, praise kink, oral (m receiving, slightly aggressive) deep throat, kinda sir kink! Sub!Harry (kinda) Dom!reader Characters are of age! Plotless…

It wasn't a surprise that Amy's mother, Teresa, sometimes didn't treat her like a typical teenager. Teresa had made the decision to send Amy to Privet Drive for the summer to take care of Harry after the recent incident. Amy and Harry were more than just friends; they had lost their virginity to each other a couple of months ago. However, they had agreed to keep their relationship strictly platonic since then.

A lot had changed since Harry became the Hogwarts champion for the Triwizard Tournament. The death of Viktor Krum, Amy's childhood best friend, had left her in shock. She had witnessed his lifeless body during their duel, and it had deeply affected her. Despite being only fifteen years old, Amy's mother somehow expected her to play the role of Harry's therapist, even though it wasn't her responsibility.

Amy believed her mother was joking when she approached Mr. Dursley with a card from Dumbledore at King's Cross Station. The card stated that she would be spending two weeks with the Dursleys since Teresa was Harry's godmother. The Dursleys, filled with apprehension after reading the card, reluctantly agreed to accommodate Amy.

Meanwhile, the last thing Amy wanted was to spend her summer with abusive Muggles like the Dursleys, who seemed to be just as bad as her own mother, if not worse. The initial days with Harry were far from what she had anticipated. Amy longed for solitude and craved being in the comfort of her own home, or at least with her parents and her little sister. Being at Privet Drive felt like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

Despite her disdain for the Dursleys, Amy knew how to mask her true feelings and behave appropriately in front of ignorant Muggles. She had grown up in the North American Magical community and had attended Ilvermorny, giving her a unique perspective and a deeper understanding of Muggle life, including political views. She had engaged in many insightful debates with the Dursleys, or so she thought, until a particular conversation she had with Harry.

"To be fair, Amy, you look alright, but..." Harry started, trying to convince her to wear something else.

"I know,” she said happily.

"Why don't you try my jacket?" he suggested casually, fetching it from his wardrobe.

"Are you joking?!" she exclaimed, giggling. "We're... how hot is it?"

"Dunno!" Harry raised his voice for a moment before calming down. "Look, it's just that I reckon you should wear something different. Dudley's mates are proper wankers. They're bound to say something, and you know we don't want to get into any bloody trouble—"

"Oh, come on, Harry. It's just a sundress. My mom bought it for me, she chose it, and I'm going to wear it. I look hot and—" Amy said firmly to Harry, then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and was surprised. "Oh, Merlin's beard! Why don't I have a boyfriend or something? I would totally date myself, damn..."

Harry seemed a bit bewildered by her comment but carried on expressing his concerns.

"Yeah, and you look lovely. Look, Amy, you're stunning. You've got a beautiful smile, gorgeous eyes, stunning hair, and a brilliant personality. But I'm dead serious, please. I'm saying this 'cause I care about you, and those blokes are daft as a brush. They even smoke weed, and sometimes they— I don't wanna get in any trouble for defending you."

"Oh, Harry," Amy said, her cheeks slightly reddening. "Thanks for the compliments, but I know how to handle myself. You don't have to worry about it. Come on, let's go swing!"

“But you’re wearing a dress–”

Unexpectedly, Amy lifted her dress up to her belly, revealing a pair of black spandex shorts.

“It’s called shorts, you know?” she said a bit annoyed by his behavior, putting it down again.

Amy stormed out of Harry's room, filled with anger, and stomped her way downstairs with Harry trailing behind her. As they descended, Amy couldn't help but notice the way Mr. Dursley was staring at her, causing her to feel increasingly uncomfortable. Mrs. Dursley, on the other hand, seemed to be giving her a deathly glare as they continued their stride.

"Where are you two off to, then?" Mr. Dursley inquired, his tone almost gleeful.

"The park," Harry responded icily, heading towards the door, while Amy offered a forced smile, feeling awkward under the scrutiny.

"Are you really letting her go out like that? People will start asking questions!" Mrs. Dursley muttered with disapproval.

"Let them, dear. Let the lad have some normal company. The girl looks perfectly normal to me. Besides, now they'll think the boy's managed to find himself a girlfriend!" Mr. Dursley retorted.

"Then, aren't you going to say something to her?! That dress is simply..." Mrs. Dursley began, her voice trailing off.

"I'm not her father, dear. She can wear whatever she pleases. And... it's not like I care enough to notice," he murmured the last part, barely audible.

Amy quickly realized that her physical appearance was one of the main reasons why Mr. Dursley treated her with a bit more kindness. She overheard their conversation without much effort, as they weren't exactly discreet with their voices. However, she didn't care. She loved the blue floral sundress and how it made her feel. Yes, she attracted some unwanted attention from older men with their stares and whistles, but she refused to change herself for them. It wasn't the first time she had experienced such behavior, and she wasn't about to let it dictate her choices.

Throughout their days together, Amy and Harry found themselves engaged in similar activities—going to the park and returning home. It was only for a two-week period, as Amy's mom would soon come to pick her up, and she eagerly anticipated that moment. It wasn't that Amy was being selfish regarding Harry's well-being; it was simply that she believed she needed to help herself before she could effectively assist him. However, after a few days, she pushed her own emotions aside to be there for Harry, to listen to his feelings, and yes, even their shared hormones often made it difficult to maintain control.

For Amy, life was too short to wait around for Ron forever, pondering whether or not he liked her. So it was either him or his best friend.

"Can I?" Harry gasped, his chest heaving, their conversation interrupted by kisses.

Constant friction was made in her entry for her little shorts of spandex against Harry’s old jeans, the hot summer wasn’t helping these two teenagers without the supervision of serious adults who actually could take care of them. Amy smirked at his comment while she kept making circles on his dressed cock, taking his wrists desperate to put them directly in her tits. Harry gasped one more time between the frantic kisses, he was in heaven.

“You like it?” she asked vigorously.

“Y- Yes… I like it” he said breathless “I love it”

Amy smiled at his answer, moving his wrists to her hips. A more confident Harry moved his hands a bit more where her butt cheeks were squishing them, Amy go faster at her pace and harry got his hands under the fabric of her spandex shorts.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” he asked briskly.

“Maybe, I don’t know. Is that a problem?” she asked teasingly.

“No, no. it’s better like that… Unless you don’t–”

“Are you asking me to have sex with you, Mr. Potter?” she asked naughtily.

Harry was speechless for the first time in a long time, of course, he wanted to, he would be mental if he didn’t want to. His jaw dropped for the small he felt for Amy’s buoyancy and self-assure she had.

“Y- yes…” he tumbled.

“Oh, Mr. Potter you don’t have to be shy with me. I’ll do whatever you want, how can I help you?” she asked with her eyes fixed on him, now touching slowly above the fabric of his jeans in his cock, getting slowly under the cloth.

“Amy, I don’t have any contraceptives…”

She knew it would be dumb if she says, «Don’t come inside me», there was still a little percentage of her getting pregnant for a normal teenager, but she wasn’t normal, first of all, she was a witch and the assistant of Madame Pomphrey in the hospital wing that had though her a lot of stuff.

“It’s ok, just don’t come inside of me, Harry. And we have to be quiet, right?”

Harry nod hurriedly his head in understanding.

“Are you ok with not coming inside of me, Harry?” she smirked innocently.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s ok, Amy,” he said panting. “. Everything you do it’s ok”

“Really?” she asked, and he nodded in response “so, it’s ok if I just…” she raised her eyebrows, going down on him.

Her soft hands traveled under his shirt gently caressing his naked abs, leaving him wanting more, with a high libido. Amy left him a few small kisses in it and Harry looked at her to realize that she was doing a path in which he was dying of pleasure in a desperate way for his panoramic view and his sensitive skin. Sitting on his lap while her curly hair fell over her face while wet kisses ran through his abs. Harry took her soft hair into a messy bun, letting her long eyelashes and soft kisses do the job, his chest grew rapidly, warming up from the girl’s kisses. And when she finished, Harry observed that she had traced a heart in his abs, it caused him so much pleasure to feel her on his lap that he made his head back, pushing his cock a little towards the entrance of the girl, who had liked the reaction while licking her lips, making more friction on her clitoris circling against Harry’s cock. He lifted her black orchid sundress to her belly, caressing it as she lowered the spaghetti straps of her shoulders.

“Can I, do it?” she asked beautifully.

“Please, Amy,” he begged.

Passing the button on his jeans to the back, unbuttoning it, almost slow burning for Harry’s needs and desires; his heartbeat had increased almost dangerously, even though it wasn’t the first time he had done something intimate with Amy – it would be his second time – he just felt the same excitement that the first time.

In the past, Harry had no idea what he was doing, he just lived in the moment, and every time he was with her, he felt out of the world. As of now, he was begging her to suck him and fuck him too.

“Are you sure, Harry? Do you want me to do it?” she asked, caressing with her hand the bulge of Harry’s pants, the cotton fabric was giving it a better sensation.

“Please Amy, just do it, please”

“Hm…” she pretends to think about it for a second, her belly was asking her for something else just than fingers, desperately for something thicker, Harry’s cock.

“Please, I need you, I want you!”

She smiled at him, satisfied “Well, there’s a lot of people who need me…”

“Please, Amy, I want you!”

She smirked mischievously rolling her eyes, noticing that the sunset was happening, and the beautiful sun was hiding behind the horizon.

“Ok, I’m gonna help you, Harry. D’ you want that?”

“Yes, that’s what I want, please! It hurts!”

Amy shook her head smiling, with the help of harry hip trusting to take down his jeans and then his pants, showing the now awake cock of harry, it had a little curve that make it go up to his abs, and a bit of white precum was on the tip of it a little bushy but Amy didn’t care at that moment, his cock was hard and ready to be in action. She took it with one of her hands and the other massaging Harry’s thigh, spitting in his cock almost immediately, stroking it briefly.

“Oh my god… Amy, just like that!” Harry gasped.

Stroking in it up and down with no mercy in the fast that harry would come with the visual he had of her boobs falling in front of him, not letting her go making pressure with his legs.

“Just take it out all on me”

“Oh, darling…” Harry groans “you do it so good… you take me so well”

And for some reason that motivated Amy to put it in her mouth, suck it and taste it with her tongue ‘salty’ she thought. Going up and down as her eyes start to fill with tears, sometimes she never thought about, was Harry pushing her head down to his hard venous cock.

“Ah… keep going!” harry bellowed, pushing her head harshly to his cock “that’s it, there… there”

Amy didn’t even complain about this, she was turned on, that she was masturbating with harry knee going in infinite circles. But before Harry could come, he took off her mouth his cock, switch the position quickly with a close of eyes, and cum in Amy’s belly. Groaning and gasping about how good it was, landing in front of her, kissing her lips

“You did it soo good, darling, so good. Good girl”

And that turned something on inside of Amy, maybe the way he quickly switches her to the bottom of the bed or the way he had talked to her.

“Did I, Mr. Potter?”

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jinisnuggets · 7 months

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𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝔻𝕠 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵘᵇ! ˢᵉᵒʰᵒ ˣ ᵈᵒᵐ! ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 0.8ᵏ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˡᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵐᵉ ᵖⁱᵉˢ, ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵒʰᵒ, ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ, ʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏ ˢᵉˣ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵖᵘⁿⁱˢʰᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ˡᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ.

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗ, ˢᵉᵒʰᵒ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʰᵃʳᵈᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ, ᵃˢᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳⁱᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ.

ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

You glanced over at your out of breath boyfriend, sweaty, and panting.

"You okay?"

You asked to your boyfriend who was laying right under you looking down.

"Yes…continue please."

You moved you hand up and down of your boyfriend's rock hard cock, as he made small moans and squeezed the bedsheets.

"So pretty for me.."

Oneus had recently held a concert, of course you didn't miss it. You watched the stage and heard screams while you were swinging your lightstick that you had in your hand.

You watched proudly as you heard your boyfriend's beautiful vocals across the stage, gosh they were gorgeous.

He ran across the stage, cheered the audience when he sang, even rapped.

Getting home, you sat down ordered food and ate as you watched tv.

You weren't surprised when your boyfriend got home, looking worn out and tired. He hugged you from behind, kissed your ear, so close you could feel his breath. You then heard his soft, shakey voice say..

"Could you take care of me tonight?"

you wondered how you got here, before recalling the scene, looking at your boyfriend under you as he released a bit of pre-cum. Damn he was pretty…

"Babe…please touch me more…I wanna cum.."

"Not yet… I promise you will soon."

"Princess! Please.."

"Be patient.."

You slided your hand down and started fingering him, he moaned loudly as you took your fingers in and out of him, he loved these feelings the most.

"Seoho… baby.. don't cum okay? I'm not done with you."

Seoho nodded before he threw his head back and let out a loud moan.

You had hit his spot.

Taking advantage of his reaction you constantly pushed in and out aggressively trying to hit his weakness as many times as possible.

He moaned repeatedly, getting louder each time you taunted him.

However, this wasn't just pleasure for him… he felt his walls clench around your fingers and his dick twitch, he sat up straight hoping it would help, but no… he couldn't have been more wrong..

He moaned loudly, you were almost sure the noise might have even been heard from outside the house, however when you looked up about to scold him for his loudness, you saw Seoho covering his face and a waterfall of cum extending from his tip to his stomach and bottom.

"I told you not to cum!"

"I'm sorry master, I couldn't help it...! It won't happen again!"

You sighed while looking up at him.

"Oh Seoho.. you need punishment…"

"Wait! Master! I promise I will listen-"

You started slapping Seoho's cock as you noticed it start lifting up again from it's softened state, Seoho whined and pleaded for you to stop and calm down, promising you he would never cum without permission again.

Eventually your boyfriend's eyes started to water, as he started to let out his 2nd orgasm of the night, constantly releasing small bits with every hit.

"Please… baby… stop…"

Tears fell from his eyes, feeling pity for being so harsh with the boy, you bent down and started giving his sensitive cock a small taste.

"Wait!"

You adjusted his huge cock inside of your mouth and started moving your hand up and down, absolutely loving the sound of his moans calling your name as he begged for you to give him a moment.

"Babe. Be quiet, or I'll punish you again.."

He was suddenly frozen by your words, he no longer begged you to stop. He thrusted his hips into your mouth, letting out small moans and whines throughout the process.

"Mommy… can I put it inside of you?"

You looked up at him, you were fully dressed, however Seoho was completely bare and exposed.

"Okay.. you've been good."

Seoho's lifted himself with the little energy he had left, moving on top of you and clenching your thighs tightly.

He made you comfortable as he then gripped his dick into his hand to line it up with you, even his own touch made him moan loudly because of how sensitive he was.

He found the spot and shoved himself in, he showed no mercy, constantly pushing himself into you with his huge dick.

You had to admit, it did hurt. However the pain quickly became pleasure as you started crying out harshly.

"You're doing so well…just like that babe… just like that…"

Your boyfriend grunted as he took himself to the edge and was close to his 3rd orgasm of the night.

"Not yet darling… let me cum too.."

You read his drunked expression so easily, his eyes rolled back as he held himself from cumming, wanting to listen to you this time.

He moved harder and faster, becoming impatient.

"I'm so close Seoho…"

That was all he needed to be able to speed his pace to a godly speed, eventually making you spill all over his dick. Upon the warm feeling of your insides, Seoho quickly removed himself from your insides in order to cum, barely making it outside of you in time.

He pulled you into a hug and fell asleep, you smiled at your tired boyfriend.

"Sleep well my love."

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