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hii! so first of all, i LOVE your work and your writing style so much. so i was reading your last theo nott drabble and an idea came to my mind: it’s a gryffindor (maybe) party but it’s acc a theme party. the theme is dressing up as another house and reader (not a slytherin) borrows some of the boys’ quidditch clothes (like a bomber jacket or a jersey) and theo/mattheo get super jealous even though reader and him aren’t together. but it’s like he’s been after her for the whole year but she likes to play hard bc he normally doesn’t have to make any effort to have whoever girl he wants at his feet, and she doesn’t want to be just another girl, if you get what i mean? so she just shows up wearing another guys’ name and he goes feral.

A/N I'm so sorry this took me forever to write 😭. I've started college and boy is it overwhelming. Well! Here's part one to your request ehehe *burnt out* I really hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for showing support anon, I really appreciate it! If you guys get this to 1250 notes, I will prioritze part two <3

you make me jealous / theodore nott

PAIRING Theodore Nott x fem!Reader

SUMMARY part one in an upcoming series. you and theo have been flirting with each other for months, but neither of you have made a move. you don't want to be just another girl for theo, and theo's to afraid to commit to a relationship with the most amazing girl in the world, afraid that he'll eventually break your heart. you get confronted at a party and an argument ensues.

TAGS Theodore Nott x reader, mean!theo, jealous!theo, theo is kind of a dick here, sorry babes 🤷‍♀️, mutual pining, parties, underage drinking, ginny is a good bro, ron is a good bro, reader is not gryffindor, angst

"I'm so chill, but you make me jealous," - So it Goes . . . by Taylor Swift

WORD COUNT 1.3K

WRITTEN 2023.09.13

You could feel Theo's eyes burning through your dress as soon as you entered the room, but you were sure to absolutely avoid any eye contact with him. Tonight's mission was simple: break him. You and Theo had an interesting little dynamic, that was for certain. You had spent months flirting with each other - smooth lines that had you blushing, "accidental" caresses that made Theo ache for more of you, almost-kisses that haunted both of your daydreams. Oh yes, the two of you were smitten for one another. There was just one small, tiny little problem. Theodore was spoiled rotten. He was so used to girl's plopping themselves in his lap and vying so desperately for his attention. He was so accustomed to this, in fact, that he went through girls like toilet paper. One week he's chatting up Romilda Vane in the corridors and the next week it's Tracey Davis, and so on and so on. You didn't want to be just another girl, you wanted to make him work for you. Still, that didn't mean you couldn't nudge him in the right direction.

You don't know what miracle Merlin had pulled in the afterlife, but he had somehow lsitened to your prayers and granted you the perfect opportunity to piss off Theo. The Gryffindors were holding a themed party where all the attenders must dress as someone from a different house. You, of course utlizied your connections and talked with your very dear friend Ginny. You had decided to borrow the letterman jacket she had gotten as a member of the Quidditch and, even better, had asked her to act a bit more friendly towards you than usual.

The music in Gryffindor Tower boomed so loudly that you practically feel the beat vibrating in your chest.You descended the stairs, dressed in a tight golden dress with the burgundy jacket swung over your shoulders, the word WEASLEY spelled prominently on the back of it. One arm was intertwined with Ginny's, the other raised so that your hand could fix up your hair. Ginny's arm was wrapped around your waist as she lead you down the stairs, and as soon as her friends looked up, they all let out a roar. Seamus and Ron came over, harking on about some drinking game ans begging the two of you to join. Ron would usually take the piss if he saw someone with Ginny, but you and her had informed him of what was really going on, so he wasn't in a mood at all.

"Come on, Dean's just told us about it, it's called Beer Pong," Seamus told the two of you, leading you to a table with plastic cups aligned in the shape of a triangle at each end. He handed you a ball and explained how it worked. "You and Ginny are on Harry and Ron's team, that's this end of the table, and me, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati are over here. Now, you're gonna throw this ball and try to get it into one of our cups. If the ball lands in the cup, someone from my team has to drink whatever's in thay cup. Whoever has no cups leftover in the end loses, yeah?"

You glanced towards Theo, standing in a dark corner with a few of his Slytherin friends. The drink he held in his hand was hovering near his face, his eyes dark as he watched your every movement, while his friends were having a lively chat. You grinned and turned back to the others, standing right in front of the edge of the table. Ron and Harry started to cheer for you, Ginny ran a hand down your side. You sent a small smile your way before tossing the ball down the tablez landing it right in the first cup. The other team groaned and Seamus downed the alcohol, tossing the cup to the side.

The game went on for quite some time - your team had won, but only just. Ron had drank most of the alcohol and was now flirting very obviously with Hermione, who seemed unsure of whether to continue studying or listen to him. As a new song came on, Ginny pulled on your hand, dragging you to the crowd of the dancing bodies.

"Come on!" She exclaimed over the loud music. "I promise, he'll be mad once he sees us dancing together!" She grabbed your arms and threw them around her neck, her hair swaying as she nodded her head to the beat. You danced with her, your faces so close to one another that you could feel yourselves sharing the hot breath that left your mouths. Ginny glanced at something behind you and said, "He hasn't done anything the entire night, he's just been standing there. I think he needs a little more motivation."

Something mischievous twinkled in Ginny's eyes - you narrowed your own at her. "Just what exactly are you thinking, Ginerva?"

Ginny scoffed, a wide grin forming on her face. "Did you seriously just call me by my full name?"

"As a matter of fact, I did. I don't like that look on your face."

Ginny rested her hands on your waist, swaying her hips in unison with yours, bringing her face close to you. "I promise if you kiss me, he'll do something about it." She rushedly added, "I won't do anything if you don't want to though, it was just an idea."

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating the idea. Ginny wasn't necessarily wrong, it was a pretty good idea and would probably get some sort of rise out of Theo. You glanced back at her with assured eyes, asking, "Is he looking at us now?"

"Yeah, why -"

"Good," you responded, smashing your lips against Ginny's. It didn't feel like anything you've felt with anyone before - no butterflies blossoming in your stomach, no fuzziness growing in your head, just lips against lips. You pulled away suddenly, looking at Ginny with wide eyes. "Sorry!" You exclaimed, now thinking you should have asked her if it was okay before kissing her. But she wasn't looking at you.

You turned to look at what she was smirking at and found Theo marching over to you, drink in his hand discarded. You turned to look back at Ginny, but she had disappeared, leaving you alone to deal with the fallout. When you turned back, he was standing in front of you.

"I know what you're doing," Theo said, his breath erratic and not at all uniform. You smirked up at him, stepping closer so that your head was practically meeting his chest. Your fingers crawled up his arms and you watched his reaction.

"And what exactly am I doing, Theo?" He scoffed and glanced away. He said nothing, causing you to frown. You grabbed his chin with your hand, turning his head so that your eyes met again. "Come on, say it."

"You're trying to make me jealous!" He exclaimed angrily. "Waltzing around on her arm, kissing her, when we both know that you don't even like her like that."

"And why wouldn't I like her, Nott?"

"Because you're supposed to like me!" He huffed, his arms raised like a petulant child. "What, you're going to pretend as though you haven't spend months flirting with me?"

"Are you?" You returned with a raised eyebrow, taking a step forward. "Don't pretend as though you didn't have your tounge down Daphne Greengrass' throat only three days ago!"

"I don't care about her, I care about you!" He shouted back.

"Then prove it! And that's not an invitation for you to kiss me, that's me asking you to show me you really do care about me."

"Fine then! I will!"

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𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Joel Miller x f!Reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4.6K - this was not meant to be this long, oops.

𝒂/𝒏: I'm feral for Joel Miller and I won't apologise for that. This ended up so much softer than I planned but Joel Miller deserves to be loved, goddmit. part two is already in progress ~ no beta, we die like men

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ - smut, post-apocalypse, pre-Ellie, age gap (mid/late 20s!reader x early 40s!Joel), first time, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it kids), Joel Miller has a big dick, risky creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, manhandling, angst, implications of rape (does not involve reader or Joel), soft!Joel, fluff, idiots in love, innocence kink, Joel Miller is down bad. - minors do not interact.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

Joel had found you cowering in the corner of a store in some godforsaken town somewhere in deep Texas, the twitching body of an infected splayed in front of you. He’d eyed you cautiously, keeping his distance, gun pointed directly at you, not afraid to pull the trigger.

“No, please, no. I’m okay, I’m fine, not bitten. I promise. Please” you were frantic, begging for your life.

“Just the one?” He’d asked, voice gruff and dark, he exuded danger.

You nodded “It was out the back, I checked but I didn’t see it, then it just came out of nowhere”

He nods once “You alone?”

“Yeah, it’s just me” you hadn’t moved from your spot on the floor, hands raised in surrender, shaking in fear.

“Christ” the man mutters more to himself than to you, giving you the once over he lowers the gun “C’mon, I’m not leaving you here”

Your time together was meant to be brief, Joel had planned to find you somewhere safe to stay, people you could live your life with, some sense of normality. Life would never be like it was before the outbreak but maybe he could find you a new version of living.

It took two months to find the first group of settlers but Joel didn’t even let you near them, he’d checked them out alone, swiftly deciding it wasn’t a safe place for you, he didn’t say why. Another six months until the next group, they initially seemed better but the cries echoing outside the commune at night told Joel all he needed to know.

It’s been exactly 2 years since he found you in that abandoned store, you’d managed to survive for six months, barely, living in a constant state of fight or flight. And then Joel came, Joel who took a chance on you, who shared his supplies and taught you to survive. Joel, who stood watch and let you sleep despite being exhausted himself, who bandaged your wounds, and made his own life harder just to make yours a little bit easier.

Joel, who would watch the world burn just to make sure you were safe.

You could still to this day, pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Joel Miller. You watched the world burn. Well not the world, just a decrepit cabin on the side of a road somewhere in Texas. He'd thought it was safe, he’d checked and double checked, the place was free of infected, or so he thought. The thick knit of your scarf was the first thing that saved your life that night, when the infected had come at you from behind, jumping out of the dark and going for your neck. Joel hadn’t even hesitated, gun drawn and a bullet in its skull before you could even cry out for help. He’d reached for you, entwining his fingers with yours as he dragged you out of the building, kicking the cap off a gas canister as he went and throwing a lighter behind him as the door had shut. He pushed you ahead of him, protecting your body from the flames licking at the dry timber frame behind him.

You realised you loved him, were in love with him, laying on the dusty ground, with Joel’s imposing body shielded yours. You felt safe, he was firm behind you, chest heaving with laboured breaths, arms wrapped around you, keeping you close, muttering softly into your ear, “it’s okay, it’s okay, I got ya”.

So by the time you came across the third group you’d become quite the survivor. Joel had taught you to defend yourself, how to shoot a gun, how to actually use a knife, the weak spots of a man. You’d wondered why he was teaching you this, why you needed to know how to break the grasp of hands around your throat, how to use his body weight against him. When you’d stumbled across a group of men, animals really, surrounding a woman on her knees, her sobs echoed in your ears and you’d immediately searched for Joel, hands shaking as you grasped at his arms, eyes wide and terrified, you finally understood.

“They… they. Shit Joel, they were…” He didn’t need you to finish, he knew what they were doing. Within 20 minutes he had you both packed and on the road.

You felt like you’d been walking for weeks, in reality it had only been three days but you were exhausted. You were heading East, Joel had heard about a group of women that had settled just across the state border. You trudged slowly behind Joel, the unseasonable heat making you sweat, boots kicking up dust with every step, lost in your own thoughts.

“What’s bugging you?” Joel’s voice pulled you from your thoughts

“We should’ve helped her,” you confessed. It didn’t sit right, that you just left her there for those men to take what they wanted

“There’s nothing we could’ve done, no guarantee she’d be safe in the next place” he’d explained softly

“Is that why you’ve not left me?” The question slips from your lips before you can stop it.

Joel stops, his eyes meet yours but he doesn’t answer, he can’t, can’t admit that he won’t leave you, can’t admit why he won’t leave you. He can’t admit that he loves you.

Darkness has fallen by the time you reach a safe house, a favour from a friend, he’d said. The house was neat, tidy and clean, if not a bit dusty. Joel clears downstairs first, checks upstairs and calls you up to the bedroom. A small puff of dust is released from the bed as he drops your bags. One bed. There’s two of you and more than one bedroom, but you know he won’t let you out of his sight. He won’t risk it.

“Joel?” you croak, voice trembling as you sit on the end of the bed.

“Hmm?” He’s stood by the dresser opposite the bed, removing his jacket and boots.

“I… there’s something- uhh, shit” you pause, taking a shaky breath “listen, please don’t make a big deal of this but I want you to fuck me”

“Darlin’, I’m not gonna do that” he responds almost immediately, doesn’t give himself time to even think about it, doesn’t let himself indulge in the possibility.

Not that he’s not thought about it, God knows he has. He’s wanted you, wanted to feel your lips on his, feel your nails claw at his back as he takes you. But you never gave any indication you wanted it too, so he stayed respectful, well, as respectful as he could. There’d been nights he’d fisted his cock, your name a whisper on his lips as he came into his hand, while your sleeping body lay just inches away.

“Please” you barely whisper, he goes to speak, to reject you again, but you cut him off, “Joel, please. I don’t- I want it to be you, I don’t want it to be like that” your eyes are pleading, silently begging “please”

“You’ve not…? There’s not been anyone?” He asks tentatively, hoping he’s misunderstood, that you’re not actually asking that of him, he crosses the room, sitting next to you on the end of the bed.

“I’ve been kinda busy, what with the end of the world and all that” you try and make a joke but it falls flat, sobering, shining a light on all the ways your life has been taken away from you, all the experiences you’ve missed out on.

It shouldn’t be him, he knows it shouldn’t, he’s so much older, he’s cruel and ruthless and angry. You deserve something else, soft, gentle, loving. He can’t give you that.

But if he doesn’t, if he says no and doesn’t do this for you, there’s no guarantee the next guy is going to love you, no guarantee that he won’t hurt you. For Joel, that decides it, he can’t give you what you deserve but he can give you something better than what’s out there.

Cautious fingers on his leg startle him out of his thoughts, “Just once, just this once” His agreement doesn’t soothe you, it ignites something, butterflies rolling in your belly; you want this.

You’d seen other men on your travels, the way they treated women, both good and bad. You’d thought, naively, that Joel might be like that too, that Joel might take you to his bed, fuck himself into you then roll over, pretend it never happened. But he never did, always respectful, barely ever touching you unless he had to, you’d shared beds, and bandaged each other up, but he’d never touched, never taken it further. “All right?” He nudges when you don’t respond

You nod tightly and whisper a “thank you”, sitting quietly in awkward silence, you don’t know what to do next, you’ve read books, you knew how to do this before but you didn’t know how to deal with an arrangement like this.

Joel breaks the silence first “Do you want to… tonight or would you rather w-?”

“Tonight,” your response is a bit quick and Joel huffs an almost laugh “tonight is good”

You don’t know how to phrase ‘lets just get it over and done with’ when you’re about to fuck someone for the first time. He stands then, grabbing something from his bag then dropping it to the floor. Liquid sloshes as Joel brings the flask to his lips, drawing in three times, brow furrowed. He hands the flask to you “Drink” and the look in his eyes tells you not to question him.

You take a sip and nearly retch, the taste burning your throat and nose, eyes watering. You hadn’t liked whiskey much before and while it’s rare to find anything else these days, you still hadn’t got used to the taste. You take another sip, stomaching this one better. You hold the flask back out to Joel and he takes another drag before placing it on the dresser with slightly more force than he meant.

In two steps he’s back across the room, his hands finding your face, calloused fingers dragging along the skin of your jaw, bringing you to meet his lips. The kiss is bruising and feverish, hot lips pressing to yours, he licks into your mouth and you moan, it’s sinful and sweet and Joel wants more. He wants to pull more pretty noises from you, wants to hear you scream his name. His cock responds eagerly, hardening in his jeans, he’s not felt desire like this in years, it’s burning through his blood, overwhelming his senses.

Joel stands between your legs, tilting your chin up, bringing a knee to rest on the mattress between your thighs. One of his large hands moves to support your neck, the other tracing the line of your throat, gripping gently. The kiss has grown sloppy, Joel is breathing hard, nipping at your lips. His knee between your legs moves to press into your clothed core and despite the layers of fabric you can feel the heat of his thick thigh, your hips roll, chasing more pleasure and a groan escapes your throat unexpectedly.

Joel’s hand drops from your throat, following the neckline of your shirt, down between your breasts, flicking the buttons open, exposing you to the humid air. He pushes the flannel off your shoulders, taking the straps of your bra with it, reaching behind you to unclasp it, inwardly pleased he managed the first try.

You slide your hands to his waist, dragging his shirt with you, brushing your fingers across bare skin. Your fingers trace the waistband of his jeans but he reaches for your hands, wrapping a large hand around your wrists he pushes you flat, pinning your arms above your head. The other hand joins his knee between your legs, fingers teasing the seam of your jeans.

“You asked me to fuck you,” he pulls a nipple into his mouth, teeth nibbling at the sensitive bud “n’ I will” It may have been a while but it’s really just second nature to him and he feels you shiver beneath him “gonna make you feel good darlin’”

“Joel” Your throat is dry and your voice cracks but it’s enough, his hands reach for the button of your jeans, working them down your legs while his mouth assaults your breasts. You can’t focus, it’s too much, his mouth, hands, the feel of his body, large and imposing over yours. He finally gets your jeans off, discarding them to the floor.

You reach for him, finding the buttons of his shirt, tugging gently but making your intentions clear, he allows your trembling fingers to fumble with the buttons for a minute before helping you, making quick work of the buttons, all but ripping the shirt down his arms, throwing it to the floor behind him before positioning himself between your thighs.

Joel’s hand runs up your outer thigh, fingers digging into the flesh of your bum. He trails kisses over your skin, behind your ear, down your jaw, across each of your breasts, fingers playing with the nipple neglected by his mouth. He moves his head down your exposed torso, tongue tasting the salty sweat on your skin you gasp softly as he reaches the waistband of your underwear, black lace, a little luxury that makes you feel pretty and feminine. He nudges the fabric with his nose, breath ghosting over your skin and you shiver,

“You don’t have to” you whisper into the darkness.

A soft “yeah I do” is mumbled into your skin. He makes quick work of removing your underwear, dragging the lace down your legs and dropping them to the floor in a rather obscene gesture.

His mouth is back on your hips working his way to nuzzle at your folds, leaving open mouthed kisses and grazes of his teeth on your skin. His hands press against the back of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your chest, spreading you wide. Joel’s eyes roll back in his head at the sight of you, pussy glistening in the dim light, the low growl that sounds in his chest shakes the bed and it takes all his restraint to take it slow, make it good for you.

“This all for me?” He rubs his thumb through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it up to your clit, circling the little bundle. You look down at him between your spread thighs and nod.

The sound you make when Joel flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your cunt is unholy, and when he flicks his tongue against your clit you can’t help the way a hand reaches for his hair and tugs, nor can you help the sharp cry of his name.

Languid, is the word you’d use to describe the way Joel works at your cunt. Long, slow, lazy circles around your swollen clit, soft passes over the entrance to your cunt, not giving you more than that for what feels like hours. You catch on, quite quickly, that this is as much for Joel as it is for you, and you think he might be enjoying it the most.

Joel hums around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, and the arch of your back is violent, a stark contrast to Joel’s gentle movements, biting down on the fleshy part of your thumb to muffle your scream.

“Don’t do that” a hand reaches up in the dark to pull your fist from your mouth, “wanna hear you” his breath is hot against your core, tongue lapping at you like a man starved.

You’re hot, skin prickly with a layer of sweat, hips rolling, pushing your soaked pussy into Joel’s face, your clit catching on his nose as he teases your entrance with his tongue.

“Jo-el” your voice is whiny to your own ears and your face heats at the sound “more, please more”

Joel lets out a hum at your request, bringing two thick fingers to slide into you and already you feel the intoxicating spark of your orgasm approaching. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and the feeling shoots straight to his cock.

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, your grip in his hair painful even to you. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, Joel”

You’re so close that when Joel crooks his fingers and continues his assault on your clit, your orgasm tears through you. You stiffen, hissing a “Yesss”through gritted teeth, hands clawing at the sheets and Joel’s hair.

“‘Atta girl” he coos around your clit “tha’s it baby” The sound of Joel’s voice is muffled by the ringing in your ears and when you open your eyes all you can see is stars, flashes of white clouding your vision.

Sensing his movement, you open your eyes and when they’ve adjusted to the darkness again, you can see the burly outline of Joel kneeling between your legs, his eyes drag down your body, fingers of his left hand gently caressing the bend of your knee. You sit up, reaching for his belt, tugging at the buckle. Joel watches as you pull his belt free, fingers ghosting over his length confined in the denim as you pull down the zip.

When your fingers dip inside to grasp him he can’t stop the choked “fuck” that escapes his throat. Pulling him free of his boxers, your jaw drops at the size, fuck he’s thick, so thick, and swaying heavily between his legs, dripping with precum. With hesitant fingers you run the pad of your thumb down his slit, smearing the fluid, stopping to rub your thumb on the underside of his head. Joel can’t help the jerky twitch of his hips at the stimulation. You take that as a positive, repeating the action once, twice more, before calloused hands still your movements. You look up to Joel, confusion clear on your face.

“Won’t last if you keep that up” Joel explains, his voice a whisper, vulnerability evident even in his low tone.

You release his length from your grasp, bringing your thumb coated in his arousal to your mouth, sucking tentatively. You don’t notice Joel watching you through hooded eyes, but he makes quick work of his jeans and boxers, kicking the offending fabric off as quick as his aching bones will let him.

Experienced hands lift your legs to hook over his hips as he settles himself between your thighs again. You can feel the thick length of Joel’s cock pressed firmly against you, sliding through the wetness left by his mouth and your orgasm as he ruts against you. It takes the entirety of Joel’s willpower to not fuck into you, coming back to himself, he remembers why he’s doing this.

“Gotta tell me if y’need to stop” he slurs against your temple and he feels you nod as he presses a soft kiss to your clammy skin. Joel rests the heavy weight of his cock against your entrance, running the head between your folds, bumping your clit and soaking himself with your wetness. He presses himself in to your tight heat and you feel like you’re being split open, wincing at the burn “I know, ‘m sorry darlin’, it won’t hurt for long promise”

Joel pushes your sweat-damp hair out of your face, big hands cupping your face, open mouth dragging against yours. He tries to distract you with wet kisses to your jaw but when he pushes himself deeper you cry out, hands flying to claw at his hips, stopping him from moving any further.

“We can stop” Joel mutters into your open mouth but you give a quick shake of your head

“No. I’m okay, I’ll be okay” The feeling is foreign, neither his fingers or tongue could’ve prepared you for the stretch of his cock, nor the desperate ache that settled deep inside you, the one you know only Joel can satisfy.

You can feel him throbbing inside you, and it’s taking everything in him to hold still

“Eyes on me darlin’” Joel orders as he pries your hand off his hip, entwines his fingers with yours, and pins your hand to the mattress. Your eyes meet through the darkness and there’s a softness in Joel’s eyes you wish you could bottle and keep.

You tense up in anticipation of Joel’s next movement, squeezing your cunt around Joel’s cock

“Fuckin’ Christ darlin’, y’gotta relax, just relax” you will your body to relax, to release the squeezing of your core, “that’s it, doin’ so good, you’re doin’ so good. Takin me so well” and yes, you keen at his praise, the throb of arousal in your stretched cunt is heavenly and Joel takes your moment of distraction to sink the rest of his length into you.

“Fuck” you whimper, the sharp stretch shocks you, eyes widening.

He shudders a breath above you, “‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry”

“So big Joel. ‘T hurts” you practically sob and the sound breaks his heart in ways he didn’t expect. Joel breaks eye contact first, fixing his eyes on where you’re currently impaled on his cock. He moves to pull out but you tighten your thighs, keeping him still “No, don’t. Don’t wanna stop. Just give me a minute” you close your eyes and breath in deep through your nose, letting a shaky breath out.

“Touch yourself,” Joel orders, bringing your hand still clutching his to his mouth, wetting your fingers with his tongue before pressing your fingers against your clit “‘t’ll make you feel better”

You obey, stroking your bundle of nerves, still sensitive from your previous orgasm “that feel good?” He asks as you tighten involuntarily around him.

“Yes,” you pause for a moment, continuing to stroke at your clit. Warmth blooms under your fingers, arousal spreading through your body, loosening your muscles, the discomfort subsides, leaving behind a different kind of ache “can you move? Please”

The way you ask him, with your pleases and thank yous, still so polite despite the harsh world you live in, it’s innocent and sweet, and he loves it. It activates something primal in him, some deep desire to protect you, to please you. To pleasure you.

Joel settles his knees wide on the mattress, pulling his cock from your depths before pushing back in slowly, when you don’t stop him he repeats the action. “shit darlin’, so fuckin’ tight”, and he’s not wrong, the girth of his cock is stretching you in ways you’ve never been before, you can feel every vein, every ridge, every goddamn fucking inch as he works himself in and out of you. It’s steady, controlled, almost gentle, the way he rolls his hips, leaving enough space between you for your fingers to continue working your clit, not that you need the distraction anymore.

He could cum right there, your aching cunt absolute bliss around him. The whine that leaves your throat is of pleasure not pain and the tightness in his chest borders on uncomfortable. He’s done this before, he’s experienced, he’s had women screaming his name but nothing compares to the breathy sound of his name leaving your lips. You’re so sweet, eyes fluttering, fingers ghosting across the skin of his hips, the softness of his belly, the firm muscles of his chest and his broad shoulders.

You could pretend, wrapped up in Joel like this, that it’s not the end of the world, that this comfy bed in this nicely decorated house is yours and Joel’s. You pretend, just for a minute, as he’s fucking himself into you, that he’s yours. Your hands reaching to wrap around his back, nails scratching at the muscles working beneath the skin, it’s intimate.

You feel his pace falter, “‘m close darlin’” he mumbles into the thick air above you, “fuck, y’gotta come for me baby, come on” it sounds like he’s begging and you find that you quite like the sound of Joel begging, especially when he’s begging you to cum for him.

He can see you’re close, legs twitching, breathing heavy, he can feel the tell-tale flutters in your cunt and he knows “what d’ya need?” He pants, chasing your high, no care or regard for his own anymore, he just wants you to get there.

“Joel, I need mo-” he drives himself into you deeper, tilting his hips to rub his cock against your sweet spot. With fluttering eyes and heaving chest you whine a tight “that’s it” fingers working furiously at your clit, hips rocking down as you meet his thrusts “Joel, yes” you groan, the sound reverberating in your chest.

He feels your cunt squeeze him “tha’s it, good girl”, he needs to stop or he’ll cum but you don’t care, continuing to rock your hips, thrusting down forcefully against him, cock reaching deeper than you thought possible and you tense, muttering a “fuck” as you cum hard around him. You can’t comprehend that this is what it feels like, the violent quivering of your muscles, tight and squeezing. Fuck, you don’t want to let this feeling go, Joel’s cock buried so deep inside you it hurts, you never want to cum without this ever again.

Joel gives a few tight thrusts, “Shit, what a sight” He has to pull out, he can’t cum inside you, can’t take the risk but the rhythmic pulsing of your walls is dragging him kicking and screaming to the edge. You let out a breathy “inside Joel, inside,” the way you say his name sends a shiver down his spine, but the way you moan the softest “please” has him cumming, cock twitching violently, hips rocking, pushing his release deeper.

His mouth meets yours roughly, ragged groans escaping between harsh kisses as he continues to pump inside you. He can’t remember the last time he came this hard, beyond satisfied and completely drained but he still can’t break his lips from yours. The kiss is soft now, tender and lazy, something close to loving. His sweaty weight above you is grounding, bringing you back to reality.

Joel groans and drops his forehead to your chest, cock still buried deep you can sense his reluctance to part from you, you tangle your fingers in his hair, allowing him to rest against you. He stays for a minute or two before groaning, aging knees and shoulders protesting as he hovers over you.

He moves slowly, dragging his softening cock out from your over sensitive heat and you moan low in the back of your throat as he disappears, returning from the en-suite with a damp towel,

“There’s warm water” he mumbles as he wipes the towel gently between your legs. You hum contentedly, your tired body drowsy and dopamine drunk. You briefly think about the long hot shower you’re going to take in the morning when the bed dips next to you and Joel reaches for you, rolling you into his side, your head on his chest. If you had more energy you’d say something but the gentle caress of Joel’s thumb behind your ear and the slow thump of his heartbeat quickly has your eyes closing and your breath steadying.

“Was that” Joel pauses, what, good? All right? Just okay? he thinks it’ll kill him if it was bad for you

“Good, it was good” you offer him a soft smile “thank you”

“Christ darlin’ so fuckin’ polite” he can feel himself stirring again beneath the sheets, and fuck he’s depraved, he’s convinced you could make him cum just by saying please.

Joel must think you’re asleep and you feel it more than you hear it, his whispered admission of “love you” spoken into your hair as he presses soft kisses to the top of your head.

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #tlou smut #joel tlou #joel miller one shot #delicate | j miller #love potion writes #love potions writing #han writes

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cuubism · 1 year

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more dreamling fic tropes that hit so good every time:

dream thinking he has to repay hob somehow for saving him. hob being like bitch what the fuck. we are friends

hob encountering dream in eldritch nightmare form and instead of being afraid he just like. pets the eldritch creature on the head.

(alternatively. dream is like 'you won't like my Nightmare form.' hob's like 'jokes on you i'm into that shit')

dream just. appearing in hob's living room. or in his bedroom. or on his bed.

the absolutely feral rage of hob when he sees dream in the fishbowl.

dream yelling at desire because how dare they make him have feelings for hob???? desire just like ?????????????

Desire trying to seduce hob. Dream being like I will punt you to the other end of the earth do not test me

hob's students being deeply deeply confused by hob's cryptid goth boyfriend like what the fuck is this relationship actually?

hob and death becoming bffs. perhaps through their combined power they can get dream to practice basic self care.

hob built the new inn for dream. (i frequently forget this isn't explicitly canon).

relatedly - the new inn as a temple.

hob as dream's knight in the dreaming. the king & his loyal knight dynamic generally speaking.

hob calling dream 'my king,' 'my lord' or some variation thereof and dream just bluescreening.

hob defending dream from some innocuous threat he definitely didn't need help with. dream deeply charmed by hob coming to his defense.

on the flip side. someone saying something mean to hob and dream yeets them into outer space. ("that was a bit of an overreaction." "it was not")

Hob doesn't get nightmares anymore because the nightmares are afraid of being unmade by Dream

meowpheus. in all incarnations

Hob making Dream finally eat something ("you didn't eat for like a hundred ten years." "Ughhhhhhhh")

Hob beating the crap out of people at the Burgess manor

That moment at the new inn reunion when oh my god. Their hands. TOUCHED

Hob wrapping his coat around Dream's shoulders after rescuing him.

Pressing their hands together through the glass.

Hob's friends/coworkers etc seeing him making heart eyes at this random goth and being like ????🤔😳??🤔??😳

The Dreaming residents seeing Dream mooning over this incredibly average guy and being like !!!!😑😑🙃🙃???🤨🤨??

"So then I went to hell." "Oh ok-- hang on hell is REAL?"

Hob: oh hey cool raven. Matthew: thanks. Hob: oh it talks too hahaha *dies*

Hob making friends with all the dreaming residents. dream's feeling a little personally attacked by the way they all gang up on him now

Dream just Chillin in Hob's classroom while he teaches. Hob definitely not Sweating at all

Hob giving Dream some of his clothes. But making sure they're black

#this is all to say. do not fear using the same tropes over and over in your fics. they are enjoyable every time #there are more but ive run out of thoughts #dreamling #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling

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phoward89 · 19 days

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Series Masterlist

Chapter 4:

In the time that Coryo's been taking care of you, which has been nearly 2 weeks now, you've discovered that he's an enigma. You just can't figure him out. On one hand he can be a right condescending bastard, but on the other hand he can also be very caring and attentive.

Some of his remarks cut deep. They even make you feel frustrated or useless sometimes. You hate feeling like that; you hate that his smug attitude has that effect on you.

But then he has his gentle moments, moments that make you feel cared for. The way he gently runs his calloused fingers down your back when checking its healing progress sends sparks up and down your spine. How he has you lay on top of his chest every night, to keep pressure off of the lashes on your back, while wrapping his arms around you has you swooning. His kisses can be soft and sweet or hungry and feral full of neediness and want, but every kiss you share makes you feel desired.

Yes, he's quite the enigma indeed.

“You think you're healed enough to go to the market with me?” Coryo asks, walking thru the door.

He went back to his peacekeeper duties a few days ago, but that hasn't stopped him from living with you. In fact, he sets an alarm to go off about an hour before wakeup call in order to sneak back into the barracks before dawn. Coryo always presses a kiss to your hair and tells you to go back to sleep before he goes.

You always groan and bury your nose in his pillow.

“Yes, I can go, but why didn't you just do it before coming here?” You reply, finding it a bit odd that he just didn't buy some groceries before returning home- like he usually did.

“Sejanus says that you need to get out and about; that fresh air and walks will be good for your healing.”

“Oh.”

“How bout you take a shower and I'll help you get dressed when you're done, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, rising from the table and heading to the bathroom.

At least Coryo's letting you shower by yourself now. For a while he was bathing you, afraid that you'd hurt your back if you were left to your own devices.

As Coriolanus rooted thru your clothes basket to find you something suitable to wear in the harsh winter weather, his encounter with Sejanus earlier played in his mind like an old movie rerun.

“How's your girl doing, Coryo?” Sejanus asked his friend as they patrolled the streets of the factory sector of the district.

“She's doing better. Her back’s healing, but she still can't put any pressure on it.” Coriolanus explained your condition to his friend. “I've started cutting down her doses of morphling; been giving it to her during the night and leaving her a bottle of aspirin for the day.”

“Has she been out and about yet?”

“No, Sejanus. She hasn't left our apartment.” He told the dark-haired peacekeeper, who in return shook his head at Coriolanus. “What?” Shot out of Coriolanus' mouth faster than a shooting star. “She's been hurt; she lost her coat during the whipping incident, plus I had to start patrol work again. Why would she be out and about?”

“You can't keep her locked up in her apartment, Coryo. She needs fresh air and some exercise to help her healing.” Sejanus explained, hoping that the platinum blonde would see reason.

But, of course, he didn't see reason.

“She knows how to open the window, if she wants fresh air that bad. And she's been walking around the apartment, it's not like I'm a monster that's got her tied up to the bedpost or something.”

“Did you forget that I've been inside of her apartment? She doesn't have a bedpost, her mattress is on the floor with a tiny wooden table next to it.”

“Stop calling it her apartment, I live there too.” Barked out Coriolanus. Pointing at Sejanus, he added in, “And don't worry about our bed. That's my bed with my darling rose, you hear me?”

“Yea, I hear you.” Sejanus heavily sighed. “Look, if she needs a coat and ya’ll are struggling to buy one I can always have Ma send Y/N one in the mail.” The kind hearted peacekeeper offered, hoping that a new coat would help with you being able to leave your apartment. An apartment that Coriolanus insisted was his now too. “As a Christmas present.” Sejanus quickly added in, reminding Coryo that the winter holiday was in a week.

“Yea, Ma can send my girl a coat for Yule.” Coriolanus nodded.

Sejanus smiled, happy that his friend was letting him do something nice for you. If only he could convince Coryo to let you off of your house arrest…

“Coryo, Y/N needs to spend some time with you outside of your apartment. Even just a few minutes will be good for her healing.”

“The last time she went out she got whipped so badly that I had to stitch up half of her back. So, excuse me, Sej, for just wanting to keep her safe; away from people gawking at her because of what happened.”

“She can't stay locked up in that apartment, spending her days in nightgowns waiting for you to come home every night all because you're scared of her getting hurt again; of not being able to protect her- again.” Sejanus told his best friend, trying to get it into the platinum blonde’s thick skull that you needed to see more than the inside of the same 4 walls day after day. “What happened shouldn't have, but it did, Coryo. It did and you've been caring for her better than a nurse could; now it's time to aid in her healing by letting her walk around town for a bit.”

Coriolanus bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head. Sejanus has a point, but he doesn't want to admit it. The district born boy's right, what happened to you shouldn't have happened, but it did because Coryo turned you in. Turned you in without the apple as evidence.

He truly didn't know how harsh your punishment was going to be. He thought a quick flogging, maybe no more then 2 or 3 lashes. But he didn't know that you'd be stripped naked in the snow and whipped repeatedly until you fell down from the pain. God, you had about a dozen lashes on your back and half of them were so deep that you'll have scars. Honestly, Coriolanus felt guilty when he watched you get whipped; felt remorseful and regretted his actions.

But he'd never let himself admit it. No, he keeps rationalizing his actions as the right thing. That you stole, that I'd you didn't steal then he wouldn't have turned you in. That he needed to look good in his superiors eyes, that turning you in got him one step closer to the Capitol.

To home.

But now his plans have slightly altered. Now he has you and he's bringing you home with him.

“Coryo, if you really want to protect her, then maybe you should sign up to take that elite officer's exam. Nobody messes with an officer's girl.” Sejanus told the tall blonde, pulling him out of his mental musings.

“Elite Officer's exam?” Coriolanus parroted, sounding stunned.

“Yea.” Sejanus nodded. “I thought you knew about it.” Apparently nobody told Coriolanus about the exam, but considering he's been trading work days with people to be able to spend so much time tending to you, it's not hard to figure out why nobody told him.

“There's a test in a week or so for an Elite Officer's commission. It's for Naval and Air Force tho, so you'll be shipped out of 8.”

“Thank you for telling me. I'll have to sign up before going home.” Coriolanus gratefully told Sejanus.

Yes, since he's in a good mood he'll take you to the market once he gets off work. You should have a sweater to wear; if not then you can borrow his. God knows he's moved his shit into your place; has the bag nestled right next to your wicker basket at the foot of your bed.

And while on your walk to the market he'll tell you the great news about the Elite Officer's exam he's signing up for.

Once you were finished with your shower, you stepped out of the bathroom and into the main room of your apartment wrapped in a towel. You saw that Coryo had laid out your blue floral dress and orange-russet sweater. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, clutching some kind of orange material in his hand.

Hearing your feet pitter patter across the one-room apartment, he looked up at you and asked, “Do you need any help getting dressed, baby?”

Coryo still asks you that, every time you bathe and need to change, even tho you're able to dress yourself now. You guess he just likes to feel needed; offers to help cause of it.

“No, I'm fine, Coryo.” You told him, coming to a stop at the bed. “But thank you for your offer.” You added in, picking up the cotton panties he laid out for you.

Coryo waggled his brows and lowly whistled, “Can't wait til your back’s fully healed so I can fuck you, baby.”, as you took off your towel and pulled on your panties.

Yea…

You knew he'd want to do that as soon as you got better.

There's just one catch tho.

“I've never been with anyone before, Coryo. You’ll prolly be disappointed with my lack of experience.” You told him, grabbing your dress and pulling it on.

Before you could reach for your sweater, Coryo took your hand in his and tugged you until you fell onto his lap. “Darling, don't say that.” He cooed. “I’m proud to be the only man to ever touch you; your innocence will never disappoint me.” He assured you with a soft smile. “Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”

To Coriolanus, you being innocent when it came to sex fueled his ego. Made him feel powerful. Yes, he enjoyed having power over you. Sex was another way to wield that power. Plus thought of being the only man to have you makes him feral with primal, possessive instincts.

You're his, all his!

Pecking you on the lips, he says, “Put your sweater on, little dove. I have something to give you that'll go perfect with it.”

You wondered what he had to give you. Silently, you nod and reach over to grab your sweater. You put it on while still sitting on Coryo's lap.

“This was my mother's; I'd like you to have it, Y/N.” Coryo told you, smiling brightly while handing you the orange bunch of silky material.

“Oh Coryo…” You gasped, taking the offered token from him. Inspecting the bright orange material, you quickly figured out that it was a large scarf or a shawl. “It's so pretty.” You mused, still in disbelief about receiving a gift of such fine quality. “Are you sure you want me to have it?. It belonged to your mom.” You ask, feeling a bit guilty about accepting the scarf. It belonged to his mom and from the look in his eyes, well, you know that she's gone.

“My mom would've loved you, baby. Please, accept my gift as a token of my affection, darling.” Coriolanus said, taking the scarf from your hands and wrapping it around your neck.

“Okay.” You relented.

Guiding you off of his lap and onto the bed, he told you, “Put on your knee highs; I'll get your boots.”

He picked your stockings up from the bed and handed them to you before going over to where your boots were at. As you pulled on your stockings, he brought you over the boots. Taking them from him, you slid them on.

Once you’re ready, Coryo gives you a closed lip smile and leads you out the door. He’s happy to be going to the market with you. You on the other hand…Well…You're nervous about people seeing you with a peacekeeper.

You and Coryo are walking along the urban streets of District 8, the cold winds chilling the both of you right down to the bone. You’re glued to his side with his arm wrapped protectively around your back. His large hand resting gently on it.

If he wasn't a peacekeeper from the Capitol, people might think that you make a cute couple. But, since he's a peacekeeper and you're a transfer, well…the residents of 8 turn their noses up at you in disgust. Coryo didn't seem to notice tho.

No, he was too caught up in his own upturn of luck to care what the locals thought of him with you. Their opinions didn't matter. They're just dirty dogs, scumbags, and rat bastards in his opinion. And soon Coriolanus will be an Elite Officer in either the Naval or the Air Force division of the Peacekeepers; he'll be getting the two of you out of the shithole you're stuck in and around civilized people.

“Y/N, I got some good news for you.” Coryo announces with excitement in his baritone, grinning from ear to ear; looking a bit like a homicidal maniac from Dateline.

“What is it?” You curiously ask. You two live in a wintery wasteland that's a smog and sweatshop hell. You're also a very unconventional couple, so you can't imagine what his good news is. Seriously, does anything good actually happen in 8?

“I signed up to take an Elite Officer's exam; when I pass we'll be able to leave 8; go to a nicer district or even the Capitol.” Coryo announced, his icy blue eyes gleaming, as his tone was filled with pride.

Hearing that the platinum blonde peacekeeper could possibly get you out of District 8 by becoming an Elite Officer gave you hope that maybe your luck wasn't shitty after all. You'd love to be able to go to a nicer district, like 1 or 2. And the possibility of going to the Capitol.

You…

Wow, it sounded wonderful. Perhaps too good to be true. But one things for certain, you wondered, “What's the difference between an Elite Officer and an Officer, Coryo?”

“An Elite Officer serves in one of the specialty forces- Naval or Air Force, while an Officer serves boots on the ground.” Coriolanus explained as the entrance to the marketplace came into view.

Looking up at him, you ask, “So you really think you can pass your exam; get us out of here?’

“My darling, I know that I'll pass and get us out.” Coryo confidently told you as the two of you walked into the marketplace. “Don't worry, I'll take care of you.” He pressed a kiss to your head.

As Coryo led you over to a produce cart, you could feel stares burning a hole into your back. You know that they're judging you because you're with a peacekeeper. Especially after what happened a couple of weeks back.

You're most likely a pariah now because you're with Coryo. But it’s not like you got into a relationship with him because you wanted to. You had to, because of your back injury. But that doesn't matter because to the citizens of District 8 you’re Peacekeeper's kept woman.

At least you won't be here much longer, since Coryo's slated to take his exam next week and he's positive that he'll pass. That he'll become an Elite Officer and be able to get the both of you out of the textile district of Panem.

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projectbluearcadia · 11 days

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"Oops."

This is just the kind of scenario that pops up in my head a lot. The walls in the House of Lamentation have ears. (Suggestive)

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“MC, my room. Now,” Lucifer snapped when he saw the mess you and Mammon had made. As usual, Mammon was getting himself in trouble with a so-called good idea and you were roped into it. This time, it had been adopting a feral demon.

Mammon, of course, had wanted to become a selective breeder after he heard about what purebred dogs are worth. Though now he gave up on that because he was a little too attached to the pair of Harumons he’d just adopted.

In any case, the living room was an absolute disaster area, and Lucifer was very clearly pissed.

“I-It was me! Why're you taking MC??” Mammon cried after Lucifer, and he turned a glare back at his little brother.

“I’ll deal with you later.”

And he left Mammon in silence, dragging MC by the collar.

Guilty and feeling scared for the resident human, he followed and debated outside Lucifer’s door whether or not he should knock it down and rescue her.

“L-Listen, Lucifer we can talk about th—Ah!” Mammon flinched at the high-pitched cry against the door accompanying a loud thud.

“MC…” Lucifer’s lowered voice rasped. “I think I already warned you there would be consequences for doing something stupid like this.”

“You’re not my dad!”

“No,” Lucifer replied, and a whimper resounded through the wood, making Mammon shiver. Should he risk it and jump in? Should he? “But you serve me, now don’t you MC?”

“Well…y-yes…”

“And since you so willingly went along with whatever that idiot’s harebrained scheme was this time, you’re going to make me feel better.”

“M-My knees are still sore… sir.” Mammon was half tempted to break in there, a little enraged at the thought of whatever physical punishment he’d given to her. Didn't he know that human was fragile!? And how could he do that when she was so cute anyway!?

“Then rest assured that I’ll make something else sore today.”

“W-Wait, Lu-Lucifer,” she gasped before she let out a surprised cry, and Mammon felt his ears turn hot as the sound of a kiss and something else reached his ears.

“No waiting,” Lucifer growled, breathless as she panted. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Ah! N-Not there!” she cried out, still heaving for breath, and Mammon flinched as he heard a thump against the door.

“Why not? You’re shaking your hips like you’re enjoying it. Dirty girl.”

Fuckin’ hell, Mammon thought. He’s doin' it that way…. Come to think of it, I think Levi was complaining about that earlier... I really should lea--

“Ahn?! Lucifer, why did you lick me!?”

Mammon's ears turned pink at the sound that came out of her mouth, and he found himself desperately wishing that he was in Lucifer's place.

“Would you have preferred I childishly bit you like I wanted to?" Lucifer chuckled to himself. "But you want me to lick somewhere else, don’t you? If you want that, then you’re going to beg for it… and I’ll make you scream so loud that the entire house will know.”

“A-Aren’t you afraid they’ll get scared…?”

“They know I’m here, and they know damn well I’d never let anything happen to you. They’ll know exactly why you’re screaming. I promise.”

Mammon covered his reddened face with a groan. That asshole knew I was gonna follow to make sure she was okay, didn' he? Fuck. I'm not sleepin' tonight...

As a bonus, when the other brothers found out that Mammon was the reason that Lucifer was making MC scream louder than usual, they casually bullied him the next day. Lucifer was satisfied.

MC later made them make up and screwed them both ruthlessly.

#luci is super possessive as usual #and mams gets the short end of the stick #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me!#shameless self indulgence #obey me lucifer smut #lucifer brainrot #obey me mammon #dirty mind #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #om mammon

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harryistheonlyoneforme · 1 year

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will you upload ruin again 👀

Ruin(1)*

OMG WAIT YOURE GENIUS

pairing: gynaecologist harry x innocent reader

warnings: smut, corruption, sort of forced orgasm but not really kinda idk

summary: an innocent YN goes into her very first gynaecology appointment unsure of what she should expect. her visit is certainly out of the norm

YN is sitting nervously on the exam table, reading all the posters on the wall as her leg is unable to stop bouncing. Her nails have been bitten below the skin and goosebumps are all over her arms and legs.

The second the nurse came in and told her to undress from the waist down and place the towel over her legs, YN's heart went into overdrive.

She'd never done this before, this was her first gynaecologist visit. She's been taking deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves but nothing is working.

She looks over at her pretty yellow dress and ponders leaving out now and just trying again another day. Internally scolding herself, YN decides to stay, and if she gets too afraid she'll leave.

After about five minutes of dreading the rest of the appointment, she hears a gentle knock on the door. Her heart practically stops, muttering a small 'come in'.

As the door opens, she expects to see an old, wrinkly man enter the room to look inside her vagina, but what she sees immediately takes her breath away. She sees a man no older that 30 years old enter the room, short curly hair and green eyes. He smiles at her, dimples on display.

Her heart stutters as her eyes travel down his body, stopping at his hands that he's rubbing hand sanitizer into. "Hello, there. You must be YN. I'm Dr. Styles, but you can call me Harry" he says, reaching out to shake her hand. YN greets him and introduces herself as Harry picks up her visit chart, plopping down on the small rolling chair and sliding toward her.

"Okay, it says here that you're just in for a routine checkup. Is that right?" he asks, eyes skimming over the paper before him. He looks up to see her nodding at him, a playful scowl settling on his lips. "I'm gonna need your words, honey" he says.

Even more nervous than before, YN mutters a soft 'yes, sir' and Harry can immediately feel his cock twitching in his slacks.

"I'm just joking, Love" he chuckles, standing from the chair. "Alright, I'm gonna need you to place your feet into the stirrups, and once I wash my hands we can get going" he says, helping her spread her legs and get them into position. He can't help but glance down at her vagina, a fair amount of dark hair covering her pubic area.

Fuck, Harry has never been more turned on in his life. He literally sees vaginas and beautiful women every day, but there's just something about YN that makes him feral. He can even see her puffy clit peeking out from between her folds, wanting nothing more than to swipe his tongue through them to get a taste of her.

"Okay, on your chart is says that you're a virgin. Is that correct?" he asks, getting a small nod from her. "Alright, I just needed to know for the size speculum we should start off with, nothing to worry about" he says, just thinking about stretching out her virgin pussy and pounding into her until she's creaming around his cock.

Harry shakes his head, trying to rid his mind of the crude thoughts about his patient, heading to the sink to wash his hands thoroughly before grabbing a pair of gloves and snapping them on.

Once he's all done, he sits back in the low chair and slides all the way over to her, placing his hands on her knees gently. A small frown makes its way onto his face as he feels how tense she is.

"Hey, YN, is this your first time at the gynaecologist?" he asks softly, not wanting to embarrass her. She nods gently, and Harry's heart aches at the scared girl before him. "Well that's alright, I'm just gonna need you to relax a bit for me, can you do that?" he asks.

She relaxes slightly beneath his hands, but it isn't enough, so Harry takes matters into his own hands. "Honey, I'm sorry, but you're not relaxed enough. If you're not relaxed enough, the speculum is going to hurt going in. Do I have your permission to help you relax?" he asks, a small amount of guilt running through him at what he was about to do to the poor, innocent girl.

She nods and he sighs, his blood pumping through his body quickly at what he was about to do. Reaching up, he runs his hands up and down her thighs, massaging them gently. With each stroke, he gets closer and closer to her center.

"Okay, honey, I'm gonna spread you open a bit, okay?" he asks, looking up at her to make sure she's okay. When he sees that she is, he spreads her folds gently with his fingers, a small groan leaving him at the precious area. His cock gets even harder as he sees her tiny hole, just begging to be stretched by him.

With the spreading of her lower lips, Harry can see all of her puffy clit, just wanting to take it into his mouth and suck on it until she can't take anymore. Clearing his throat, he reaches between the folds and presses a finger directly onto her clit. YN gasps at the feeling, shock running through her body at the unfamiliar feeling.

Before she can even get used to it, Harry is rubbing around the head, getting a moan out of her. Her head is thrown back against the parchment paper of the exam table, wetness starting to accumulate between her folds. Harry notices immediately since it's in his line of sight.

"Oh, poor baby. Is it getting all wet and tingly down there?" he coos, chuckling when he gets a yes and a moan from her. "It's okay, baby. That's what we want. That's what's gonna help you relax" he says, applying a bit more pressure to the throbbing nub before pulling back and taking off his gloves.

Once they're off, he swipes a finger through her folds before working on her clit once more, YN sobbing out in pleasure at the feeling. "Does that feel good, honey?" he asks, speeding up a bit. Her eyes are squeezed shut and she's whining out a yes, nodding her head furiously. "I know, baby. It's almost over" he says, rubbing at the exact same pace and using the same amount of pressure to get her to orgasm.

"Harry, wait. I feel something in my tummy. It burns" she whines, squirming to avoid his ministrations.

"Good, baby. That's what we want" he says, placing his other hand on her hips to hold her down. She's screaming out in pleasure as he forces her to take everything he's giving her. After a minute more of rubbing her sensitive clit, she's stiffening up and her hole is clenching around nothing as she cums from just him rubbing her clit.

"Yes, baby. Just like that. Cumming so good for me" he praises, still rubbing her clit until she's all the way down. Once she's down, he removes his hand and licks all of her essence off of his fingers, moaning at the taste. He watches her as the aftershocks of her very first orgasm shoot through her body, a smile on his face at the things running through his mind.

Harry is going to ruin this sweet girl.

#harry styles fic #harry styles fic rec #harry styles smut #harryistheonlyoneforme #smut #harry styles filth #dbf harry styles #harry styles #harry related writings #dbf harry #gynaecologist harry #gynaecologist harry styles #doctor!h #doctor h #doctor harry #doctor!harry

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ghouljams · 5 months

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Normally I wouldn't be on anon, but I'm a little embarrassed about sending in this specific ask since it's a wee bit personal.

I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your portrayal of Moon and Soap's relationship! When I was a little younger, I went through a period of time (about 5-6 years?) where the men I was nearby would play a "fun" game where they would every week or so torment me by coming up to me and admitting they had feelings for me, or ask me on a date.

They, of course, had no intention of actually going out with me, nor did they like me at all, it was merely an enjoyable game to play with the feelings of the weird autistic woman who struggles with social interactions at the best of times. If I went along with it then I was taunted for being so stupid to think someone far better than myself would ever lower themselves far enough to ask me out, and if I denied them? Then I was a stuck-up bitch who thought too highly of herself.

After enduring this for years I've learned that when a man flirts with me my immediate course of action should be to push them away as fast and aggressively as possible. Don't bother trying to find out if there are any actual genuine feelings there, just chase them away. Snap at them. Ignore them. Cut them with words and actions. Don't ever trust that they're being honest.

I think this is why I see so much of myself in Moon. If a handsome beefcake like Soap approached me and started calling me pretty? Yeah, I would definitely try to get rid of him as fast as possible. I mean, a charismatic, gorgeous man like that showing interest? Nah, there must be something suspicious going on.

I like that Moon hisses and spits like a feral cat whenever she sees Soap, regardless of the way she does like him, because that behavior just hits so close to home. And the way that Soap sees through that and just keeps being determined to get through to her? What a man.

I love all your other darlings, it's fun to pretend to be some confident, sociable person in the lovely worlds you've build, but Moon and Soap just feel like home.

I hope this isn't too cringe, I just wanted you to know that your works really touch people <3

It's not cringe at all!! You're saying something true and beautiful, and nothing genuine should be considered cringe.

Moon is one of my favorite characters to write because she's such a delicate balancing act. She's brash and confident in her work, but her self confidence is false at best. She's learned to push people away before they get close enough to hurt her, but she desperately wants people close. In my mind Moon likely went through a similar experience of people asking her out or flirting with her as a joke. I see her as a very weird and lonely kid (interpret that as you will) that had one or two close friends and didn't really bloom until she went to college. I see her settling in the cowboy's town as her chance to reinvent herself, so she becomes the person she wished she'd been during those rough times: someone tough and take no shit, always speaking her mind, not being afraid to say "no" or tell someone to fuck off.

And Soap sees through that because he's the same way! Soap just went the opposite direction: charming, funny, lots of smiles and confidence to hide that he's sort of fucked up inside. Soap's deeply serious, he needs validation from the people around him, he's desperate to do good in the world, he's reckless and bull headed, and stubborn as shit, but people don't like that so he becomes someone else. Of course he'd want to chase down the one person that would understand that, that can see through his cocksure layers to the intelligent asshole underneath. In his mind there's no one else he could ever love, that would love him the way Moon can, wholly.

That's not to say they don't have their problems, but I don't think they ever have a genuine argument. They might bicker but it's never genuine, and the times when they hurt each other it's always quick to resolve. Soap trusts that Moon is only trying to protect herself, that she doesn't want to hurt him, she's just scared. Truthfully I think he's a little scared too, scared that his charm doesn't work on her, that she sees him for who he is and still treats him the same way she does everyone, that he feels so strongly about her. I think he's scared of how eagerly he keeps coming back, because he knows once she lets him in he'll never be able to let her go. (and I think Moon knows that too, that once Soap has her she'll never want to leave, and what is she supposed to do if he doesn't want her anymore?)

#ghoul speaks #x oc #cod x oc #oc: moon #john soap mactavish x oc #john soap mactavish #long post #I'm so sorry that happened to you my love #an unfortunately common experience but a cruel one none the less #I love writing confident readers because I'm not terribly confident #honestly I relate to Moon and Witch more than anyone #these sorts of wounds leave lasting scars #but I hope you're in a place of healing now

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Guys.... Disheveled Ghost and an even worse, feral, probably autistic reader.... bababammm...

Again, as usual, reader's almost/is the same height as Ghost.

(Readers kind of... like... homeless? Not really!!!!!!!! They kinda just prefer not to live with the people they know and they're too broke to afford their own place so.... I'm not glorifying homelessness I've been there and it's rough)

You drag yourself through the dark alley, your baggy pants picking up dirty rainwater from stale puddles on the ground. The air was heavy and musty and would've suffocated someone with more privilege... but you were used to this. You were used to sitting in this same dark alley, wedged behind the open dumpster and bumming cigarettes and fishing around for any decent food you could get your hands on. You were like an urban legend around this part of the city; wherever you went, bad luck was to follow. That wasn't true, obviously, but you liked it. Made you feel seen. They knew you existed... Yet nobody made any moves to help you. And that hurt.

You continue to trudge along, wincing at the wet squelches that sounded with every step you took. You emerge and step onto the sidewalk, squinting as your eyes try to adjust to the sunlight. That's when you see him- barely, in the corner of your eye, a dark shadow slinking into the alleyway. You try to follow him with your gaze but he blends in so well with the shadows... into your turf. This is your area, your territory, the place no one else would dare to venture in fear of encountering you... and he thinks he can just waltz on in there like it's his?! You follow him, your steps near silent except for the slight slosh of your wet pants. He doesn't seem to notice you- odd, you're quite noisy- or he's choosing to ignore you. Is he scared? Does he not want to come face to face with the (wo)man, the myth, the legend, the mythical-

"You gonna keep following me 'r are you gonna say somethin'?"

... Oh! So he did hear you!

"What are you doing here?! Don't you know- don't you know to stay away from here?!" You rasp and he turns around, staring at you. He looks shocked.

"Who're you?..."

You could hear the slight waiver in his voice, the uncertainty, the fear, he was afraid of you. Just like everyone else, the tiny flame of hope you'd been harboring for so long immediately snuffed out- maybe not everybody was afraid, maybe, just maybe, there was somebody- no, you know better now.

"Get out. Did nobody tell you? Are you new here? When did you move in? Why-"

You feel yourself panicking. This was a public space, you both knew that, but everybody in this part of town knew about you and warned their kids and visitors to not go into that alley because it was your space-

"Was deployed. Don't keep up with the gossip 'round here. M'not here enough." He mumbles. He's a soldier. You hate soldiers. A bunch of stuck-up guys who think they're the best because they've been through shit for the country but you've been through shit for nothing. No reason. You stare at him.

"Well now you know. Get out and don't come back here ever again- aren't you disgusted? You see me, you see how filthy I am- aren't you afraid?"

That quiver in his voice earlier... wasn't fear. He wasn't scared... it was just a crack in his voice. How he speaks. You feel the flame flick back to life, weak, yet igniting everything around it and causing your face to heat up.

"Why would I be? Y'r jus' some bum... Seen plenty. Been one at one point." He scoffs.

".... You haven't heard even one rumor...? About- the bad luck... or the rabies... or- nothing..? You don't know who I am?" This... was refreshing. Somebody not recognizing you. Made you feel a lot better than everybody knowing your name.

"Christ, has nobody here ever seen a homeless gal?" He asks rhetorically. You furrow your eyebrows a bit. Was it that obvious? It had been a while since you properly cleaned yourself off but you tried to avoid making a mess as much as possible..

"Still-... what are you doing here...? I can't think of a single reason why you'd need to be here..." You ask him, still confused. "Takin' a shortcut. Goin' back to my flat.... Wanna come with? Y'could use a shower." He answers. Your eyes widen. Was he a kidnapper or something? Or was he just being polite...? You really didn't want to take that risk but-

".... Sure." You grumble.

#cod x reader #simon riley x reader

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kit-williams · 3 months

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Barn Anon. Tried my best but honestly? I'm not sure if I like how this one flows. Maybe it's because i've been staring at it for a few hours. Adding on to how you said they're prickly to others, I feel that maybe the Custodes would also be a bit of a human repellant to anyone that isn't their human.

You watch from the safety of your house as your golden companion effortlessly fights the feral fallen Blood Angel that had wandered too close to your house. Perhaps you should be afraid for your golden companion but you knew with a surety that you cannot describe that your golden companion would win.

You honestly don't remember when was the first time you met your golden companion, only that it wasn't long after that he followed you home after school. Once he knew where you lived things were set in stone. You never found an issue with his presence, even eventually coming around to calling him Odysseus. You blame your younger self's love of greek and roman mythology. He himself seemed happy enough with the name.

Creaking of wood followed by a loud crash and you peek out the window again. He had thrown the Blood Angel at a tree and broke the tree as a result. He's toying with the Blood Angel you realize, it makes sense you suppose, when was the last time you remembered him having someone or something he can let loose on? When he pulls the Blood Angel up, you offhandedly note the size difference between Odysseus and the Blood Angel. You never noticed until now that he's taller than normal Space Marines, or how he's stronger too.

Was this why your parents were so relieved when you asked to move out? Your parents weren't exactly comfortable with Space Marines but they weren't against them either. That didn't mean you never noticed that they were very unsettled when Odysseus first followed you home. Not that it bothered you. They were so nearly desperate for you to move out that they actually bought this house for you and Odysseus in the mountains.

A loud wet crunch sounds out. you look out to see Odysseus watching the Blood Angel limp away. The Blood Angel's clearly severely wounded and you have no doubt that he wouldn't live much longer. Odysseus' golden armour gleams under the sunlight, you rush down to the first floor to meet him. He was by the garden hose by the time you're down. A gentle order from him to sit at the bench while he washes off the blood and muck. You watch as the water turns a muddy red, handing him a scrub to get rid of the more stubborn bits of dirt on his armor. He laughs when you mention that you like seeing him win, he has a weird human though it's only right that a Custodes has a human that's not like the others isn't it?

They are certainly a human repellant

Probably won't do too many Custodes in the Space Marine Husbandry (YEAH THEY'RE SHOWING UP IN YANDERE) just like kinda how I've more or less decided against adding other human factions (I know I said there might be admech around but that's when I was still going back and forth) and lets be honest probably not gonna mess with Xeno races... I might play around with what its like owning tyranids but onto what you wrote.

You were jealous of how the relationship between others with their space marine went. You learned that Odysseus was of the Adeptus Custodes. He decided to talk to you suddenly and you learned he could talk! He did so when you talked to him when you were feeling so lonely and just begging for another voice to talk back you didn't care if you couldn't understand him you just were going mad with loneliness.

It felt more like you were owned by your Custodes verses the other way around and what Odysseus had said to you on the subject wasn't rather helpful. This Emperor was the only one who "owned" him so whoever that guy was owned your big guy... and he refused to say if that meant he owned you. He would just rustle your hair and chuckle warmly at you.

Getting food was a hassle as he carried you to the grocery store because no way in hell is he going to let you drive alone or let you leave him at home. Lucky for you with him by your side trips to and from town were rather quick even if you were buying stuff at the local level and no longer really able to drive to the Costco because there were too many Astartes there and the fact that he didn't like you driving without him.

Your poor car sat mostly unused you might have to get a heavy duty vehicle or see if there was a jetbike for him to use so you didn't have to be carried everywhere. He

#barn anon #Tales from the Barn #space marine husbandry #Space Marine Husbandry Sentience #adeptus custodes #warhammer 40k

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Congratulations for the event! May I request hcs of Leona and Floyd (seperated pls '^^) with a s/o who's significantly shorter than them but is still bold? Like their s/o is 150cm but doesn't give a shit and still annoys the hell out of them and threatens them even tho they don't stand a chance against them.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, dear! This made me remember a Brazilian expression about short people that have little to no patience for things (the exact word for that doesn't translate to english). It’s like saying “oh, that angry shortie, right?” That’s the feeling I’m looking for here lol And I changed Leona and Floyd’s nicknames just for the sake of adding a bit of personality to this reader, so instead of herbivore and shrimpy, we have “meerkat” and “flounder”. A-ha title reference just bc~ Thanks for the request <3 |

Leona Kingscholar, Floyd Leech x g!n short reader / headcanons / fluff & comedy / teasing / reader has 150cm and is feral / movies references / use of “you” pronouns

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Fighting High and Low

“Enjoying the Sun, little meerkat? Or am I doing a shadow for you?” You snorted at those words, turning to face Leona Kingscholar who was resting his arm on your head. But you wouldn't let him just take advantage of you like that. You elbowed his rib and stuck out your tongue. This was a typical scene for you two;

As Leona met you more and more throughout your early days in the NRC, he gradually became interested in you. Not only because of the situations you got into sometimes, but also because of the way you faced everything so bravely even though you are the height of a child. He thought you were a very special source of entertainment at first;

Teasing you has become one of the peaks of Leona's day. Studying could suck, being bothered by annoying herbivores even more so, but seeing your angry face and your attempts to fight back with him always improved his mood. Your courage — and a bit of senselessness — sets you apart from the rest and Leona gets to respect that;

That's why he nicknamed you “meerkat”. There is a little tale for children in Afterglow Savannah that the most clumsy of the meerkats managed to be friends with a large wild boar and was brave enough to find a safer place for his flock. They said he was kind of crazy and Leona remembered laughing a lot at this story when he was little;

When you nudge him out of your way, step on his foot, or call him an “furry electric pole”, Leona remembers this classic character from his land. Would you dare to throw yourself in front of a lion like him and say what you think, without being afraid to die? Absolutely. You already called him “lazy cat”, wringing a delicious laugh out of him;

And to your worst bad luck: you liked to see Leona laugh. Sometimes not laughing in a smug way, but genuinely. Because, as time went on, you came to realize that this is how he laughed during the provocations between you. His smile, wide but light, showed a joy never seen before. You once even literally tried to climb Leona to see his smile more closely;

Having a smaller height in relation to that multitude of jungle trees that you called colleagues was a problem at times, but you didn’t let yourself be felled by it. And there were other short guys full of rage and courage out there, so you didn't feel alone in your problems. You were one of the few people who made Leona pay attention to something and not necessarily annoy him in the process;

Before, when you were still really annoyed by his attitudes, you would pull him by the tail to get his attention. “I'm sorry, with my height, I can't reach your shoulder,” you'd comment, making a cute but mocking pout. To which Leona would lift you up by your arms and reply, “Now you have my attention, annoying meerkat.” But this was in the past;

Not that you have lost the ability to call him creatively. You literally jumped near him, managing to reach his shoulder and announce your presence. Leona would give you a little look, seeing your hands sliding down his arm without letting go, and grin. You two are a pretty weird pair;

No matter the situation or environment, Leona likes to lean on you and defend himself without concern from your punches to his torso and your kicks to his shin. You lose complete track of time or what people are talking about but it's so fun that it's worth it;

When you eventually confessed your feelings, it was time for your first kiss. You laughed, asking if the most dignified lion could squat down for you to reach him and in response, Leona held on by the waist, so that you ended up even taller than him. “Is the view from the pride rock beautiful?,” Leona asked. “Um, the Lion King over here is more.”

“Hey, little flounder… smooth? What's that face?” Why do light breezes always carry a tsunami with them? You sighed as you felt a big, tall presence leaning against you. Floyd Leech had another one of those big, toothy smiles on his face, his eyes staring at you with a mysterious glow. You tried to step on his foot and run from there;

From the very first moment, Floyd felt that you would be an interesting person to get along with. You must have been one of the shortest people he has ever met — in general, everyone is already short to him — but, there is something in your gaze and in your stubbornness to accept yourself as a prey in that ocean of dangers that awakens unexpected feelings in Floyd;

Therefore, he likes to observe you and talk with you, observing your reactions and the way you act. Floyd would joke that this is “tasting the food” but in reality, it's a very detailed study of you as a person. This is what helps Floyd in any quarrel. He knows exactly what to say or do to disarm you and hit your nerves just right;

Proportionally, you ended up getting his way of acting. At first, you responded to Floyd's taunts in the same way. When he asked where you were because he didn't see you, you said you were right below him, ready to punch his balls. You also have this thing where Floyd would lift you up by the collar and you'd try in vain to kick him in the stomach;

But, now more experienced, you found a way to cut Floyd’s animation before it stretched any further than it should. It was only when you started complimenting the fact that he was tall that everything would lose its grace. However, sometimes you would give such an ironic and backhanded compliment that a smile would quickly return to Floyd's face. Did you really think you would get rid of him so easily?;

Your affectionate nickname as “flounder” is a joke about the favorite type of fish of a famous mermaid in the Coral Sea. She was friends with an especially fearful flounder, but at the right moments, he swallowed his fears and even managed to hit an eel with his tail. Floyd can see these same characteristics in you;

It makes Floyd even imagine what you would be like if you were underwater because his original form of eel is immense and if you were really a flounder — or a shrimp, whatever — you would remain a cute little thing that he would like to bite and tease. And you would have the same amusing folly of trying to hit him with your short tail;

Certain times, when you were in a bad mood and Floyd appeared, you would run up to him to hang yourself in his arms as if he was a large tree branch at your disposal. Floyd didn't care because it was kind of funny. “Do you think my arm is a plank?,” he laughed. “Forgive me for stealing the joke, but honestly, I'm short-tempered today,” you'd reply, frowning;

Without you two being able to stop it, something else came up between you. The pranks and jokes were getting less serious and ended up becoming a cool dynamic banter. Floyd liked to mess your hair up and give your head a strong caress, which you responded to by holding his back tight and sometimes climbing on him like he was your seahorse. Imagine the chaos in the hallways;

Falling in love with a tall person has its advantages. Floyd also sees this in your case as well. With you next to him, he could just hold you in front of someone and let your cute little face melt the person's heart. To which he ends up blurting out that this effect would be short-lived because you’re a little gremlin — as if he weren’t some ninety-one foot tall Godzilla;

When you had called Floyd to go in the yard that day, he thought it was funny that you had climbed up on the bench and stared at him from up there. “Will you try to dive on me, little flounder?,” he asked, amused and curious. “Only if I'm going to kiss you, stupid!” And it was in that moment that Floyd was sure you were the one.

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst fluff #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 1 year

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Hi hello I saw the other ask about Welsh music - do you know of any Welsh stuff that's got a more rocky/gothy bent to it? I've been getting mad into Gene Loves Jezebel lately but all their actual stuff seems to be in English from what I've seen so far T_T

I really must stress that I'm not good at music and that really does extend hard into What Genre Is This, but I shall give this my best shot and shall advise you keep an eye on the notes to see what other suggestions people throw into the ring.

Y Bandana. I fucking love them anyway, and they're a fascinatingly versatile band, but a lot of their music is pretty rocky. In fact I'm pretty sure their softest song is Cân y Tân, which they deliberately wrote to be a bit more accessible for when they needed a softer song (its chorus is still pretty rocky). Otherwise I think they fit the bill very well. Um... ooh, recommendations... Geiban is one of their most popular songs, Siwgwr Candi Mêl is a particularly rocky offering... there's a lot, I think.

Fairly new, but the Night School are a bilingual band with a growing catalogue of Welsh music. Their best is Edrych i'r Dyfodol. It's very 70s rock, I think. They are Very New, so most of their very limited stuff is still in English, but they are writing more (also two of them were housemates of a friend of mine and one is currently his boss, because Wales is tiny).

Breichiau Hir have some rocky stuff? Can't think of any big examples offhand though, I only discovered them the other day because I went to a Night School gig and they were headlining.

Hmm... maybe Yws Gwynedd? For the most part their stuff is more indie, and certainly not gothy. They're very sunshine. But the odd song I think plays with a bit of a rockier sound, so you might find something in there. Start with Sebona Fi, it's the gold standard anyway (and one of the most popular Welsh lang songs of all time, it's an absolute cultural lynchpin - they closed the Eisteddfod this year, and they finished on Sebona Fi and we all went FERAL).

Softer rock/slightly more indie - Goleuadau Llundain, by Daniel Llwyd a Mir Pinc. It's a fucking tune.

Annoyingly I am coming up short on female or female-led artists for rock. Hopefully someone else can think of some and recommend! The best I can think of is Cymru, USA by Meinir Gwilym, which I don't think is quite right, but eh, give it a whirl. Maybe it'll work. I think Band Pres Llarregub are more bluesy than rock.

I'm afraid I don't know genres well enough to even guess at gothy stuff I'm sorry. I only know the genres my synaesthesia gives me, like "Is this music Dry" or "Is this music Sunbeams", both of which make perfect sense to me and then non-synaesthetes look at me like "Are you having a stroke"

#welsh music #asks

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eirenical · 9 months

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Mysterious Lotus Casebook | Lian Hua Lou | 莲花楼 | Episode 13

"Li Xiangyi wasn't always right. I'm older than you. I've heard a lot about him. When he was young, he was very petulant. The downfall of the Sigu Sect was partly his fault." -Li Lianhua on Li Xiangyi, Mysterious Lotus Casebook Episode 19

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You know the drill (or maybe you don't if you're new? *waves*)… all my thoughts and images descriptions behind the cut:

[Above the text are five gifs depicting a mildly heated conversation between Li LIanhua and Fang Duobing from episode 13 of Mysterious Lotus Casebook. Li Lianhua has just revealed that "A-Fei" is Di Feisheng, the leader of the Jinyuan Alliance. Fang Duobing is upset and demands to know what Li Lianhua could have to do with him. Li Lianhua explains that Di Feisheng wants him to save someone, but that Li Lianhua doesn't want to save this person. Fang Duobing goes on to say that Li Lianhua shouldn't save this person, because he must be a bad person if Di Feisheng wants him saved. Li Lianhua agrees that this person is a bad person and that he won't save him, that it's more important to save Fang Duobing now. Bonus gifs show Fang Duobing protesting that he is talented and might have felt a bit funny before but he's fine now... and then promptly passes out. Li Lianhua rushes to his side.]

First of all, the entirely of episode 13 drove me completely feral in so many ways I still can't put it concisely into words. But the core of it sits right here in this exchange. There is so much evidence in the first 12 episodes that Li Lianhua doesn't really care if he lives or dies or, at the very least, that he's resigned himself to dying, but this is the first time we see him say outright that not only doesn't he care if he dies, but that he, in fact, WANTS to die.

"He asked me to promise him to save someone. [...] There are people in this world who can only be saved by me. Unfortunately, I don't want to save them."

After this episode, we know that there is only one person that Di Feisheng wants to save. And that's Li Xiangyi. And here he is admitting out loud that he doesn't want to be saved. That he wants to die. And moments later, he agrees with Fang Duobing that this person Di Feisheng wants saved is a bad person. That he is a bad person. And you can see it in his face that he wholeheartedly believes it. He's said as much before. Every time he talks to Fang Duobing about Li Xiangyi, he paints him in the worst light possible. Everyone else gets the benefit of the doubt in his stories, except himself.

His self esteem is in the toilet, he blames himself for most of the things that went wrong 10 years ago, and he actively wants to die.

And that paints Di Feisheng's desperate need to save his life and Fang Duobing's equally desperate need to save Li Xiangyi's character and legacy in such a poignant light. They both want to save him in their own ways, but Li Lianhua is right: the only person who CAN save him is himself. Because without that will to live, without that willingness to forgive himself, then no matter what either of them does, he isn't going to go along with it.

But the thing that really truly breaks me in all this is that IT STARTS TO WORK.

Just a few episodes after this, Di Feisheng steps in to save his secret identity, all but begging Li Lianhua to let him help, and Li Lianhua AGREES. And in the aftermath, when he's suffering, Di Feisheng steps in to feed him spiritual energy to heal him in whatever small way he can against the poison and Li Lianhua allows that, too. And you can see in so many of these little ways that his attitude is starting to shift, just a little. That maybe he's starting to entertain the idea that he could live. Because Di Feishing has enough will to live for both of them and he's not afraid to keep applying it like a baseball bad against Li Lianhua's suicidal ideation.

And then we have Fang Duobing. The quote below the gifset is from episode 19, and once again we have Li Lianhua tearing down Li XIangyi's character. But Fang Duobing isn't going to stand for that.

FDB: Someone said that to me before, but I've studied him. He should be proud of himself! LLH: There's a fine line between proud and arrogant. "Arrogant" is not a good word. FDB: He was proud because he had faith. Faith is a great word. No one is perfect. Neither was he. There are shadows wherever there is light. Yes. Maybe Li Xiangyi was too proud. But he established the Sigu Sect to make the jianghu a better place where the strong didn't prey on the weak. Look at those guys. They're just a bunch of selfish posers! LLH: If Li Xiangyi knew that someone could understand him so well ten years later, he'd be very glad.

He ALSO has enough faith for both of them. Li Xiangyi would be very glad... and Li Lianhua is very glad. You can see him in that moment, testing his weight against the possibility that maybe, just maybe, even though he wasn't perfect, he wasn't as bad as he believed himself to be. Maybe there was some good in him. Maybe it wasn't all in vain. Maybe he does deserve at least a little forgiveness.

And that push and pull between Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing should, by all rights, be acting like a tug of war to pull Li Lianhua apart. But it doesn't. It's pulling them all forward. Towards healing. Especially Li Lianhua. And he's not there yet. It's still going to take time. But the seeds of it are being planted. And we have so many more episodes still to go and I have no doubt things will go pear-shaped at some point, but to go from this *points up at gifset* to tentative healing in a matter of 6 episodes? That's huge. And I'm so happy he has them both. TT^TT

#mysterious lotus casebook #莲花楼 #li lianhua #li xiangyi #di feisheng #fang duobing #di feisheng & fang duobing & li lianhua #eirenical.gifs #eirenical.meta #mlcb meta #I AM GOING TO BE CRYING ABOUT THESE GUYS FOR A WHILE #DON'T MIND ME #😭😭😭😭😭#warning: suicidal ideation #spoilers #mlcb spoilers #through episode 19 or so

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making a new intro post bc i went to go update mine and it was fucking gone

hi welcome to the void (:

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• i am demi/omniromantic(?) and asexual

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• aske me about the Guys. please. i beg of you.

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• i do like tag games and such!!! feel free to tag me if ya want

•DNI LIST: tbh I don't really care if you have a "scary" disorder [DID, NPD, sociopathy] as long as you aren't a dick. same goes for "weird" kinks, religion, hobbies, etc. don't be a douche on my blog, don't try to force people into your interests. however, zoophiles, pedophiles, people who condone genocide, and people who are: racist, sexist, ableist, etc are not welcome. politely, fuck off. if you're trans/homophobic, this is NOT the place for you lmao

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Day 7: Sajin Komamura ~ Knotting

Pairing: Sajin Komamura x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~4.4k Date Published: October 7, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Sub!Sajin, Exophilia, Small Dom/Big Sub, Feral Behavior, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Praise, Stomach Bulge, Biting, Creampie Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Wynter also uses terms like 'sweetheart' to refer to Sajin. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: It may be summer, but Sajin can't help himself when he catches the scent of Wynter.

You can also read it on AO3!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Birds and bugs filled the air with a cacophony of sound as my feet softly thudded over the wooden walkway. The heat of the summer sun clung to the air even in the shade. It stuck to my skin and made me sweat every time I went outside.

Sighing through my nose, I pulled my uniform open just a little more to get some relief as the air hit the exposed part of my chest. I couldn't wait to get back inside where the air was cooler and I could sit down.

Stopping in front of a door, I knocked with the back of my knuckles and waited for an answer.

"Come in." A low voice came from the other side, and I opened the door.

"Captain." I gave a bow out of respect before lifting the files that had been tucked under my arm. "I was told to bring these reports to you."

"Thank you. You can put them there." Sajin pointed to the corner of his desk without looking up from the papers he was writing on. When I got closer and placed the files where he had pointed, I then paused while thinking. "Is something wrong?"

"Not really. I was just wondering....would you mind if I stayed a bit longer? It's really hot outside." I smiled while rubbing the back of my neck, and Sajin scoffed.

"As long as it is not cutting into your other duties. Here." He then got up and went to a table where a pitcher and some cups sat. He grabbed the pitcher and poured what looked like water into one of the glasses. And, with his back turned to me now, I could see how his tail was softly wagging underneath his Captain's Haori.

When he turned back around, he handed me the glass, and I accepted it.

"Thank you, Captain."

"These past few days have been very hot. You can't forget to drink plenty of water." His tone was gentle as he looked down at me due to the extreme height difference. I saw his ears flick before he cleared his throat and crouched down. "I'm sorry. It must be uncomfortable having to crane your neck so much."

"It's fine." I chuckled before taking a drink, and I could feel the cool water going down my throat. "Ah, thank you. If it doesn't start cooling down out there, I think I just might melt." Sighing, I placed my hand on my hip while holding the glass against my neck to help cool myself down.

"That wouldn't be good." Sajin softly chuckled, the low, gentle sound making me smile. Captain Komamura was known for being more rigid than some of the other captains, but he was a lot more lax in a quieter environment. And since it was just us in his office, he wasn't even bothering to cover up his face either.

"I know. Who would get stuff done in my place?"

"I admire your work ethic if it's any consolation. But if it gets too much, do not be afraid to ask for help."

"What, are you offering?" I raised a brow, and his ears perked up as his eyes slightly widened.

"I-I just meant in general."

"Ah. And here I was thinking the great Captain Komamura was offering to help little ol' me." I dramatically sighed, and Sajin's ears turned back as he glanced away for a second.

"'Great'?"

"Of course. What other captain would let me hide out in their office and offer me water on top of that? You're the best. Don't tell my Captain that." I laughed, and to my amusement, his tail began to wag.

Did he actually enjoy the compliments?

"It's the least I could do. You came quite a ways to bring me those reports. Would you like to have a seat?"

"No, thank you. If I sit down now, I might not get up. That sun really drains you." I sighed while lowering the glass just a few inches. It felt so good against my skin as the cold condensation mixed with my sweat.

Sajin had gone quiet, and when I looked at him, I saw that his eyes were downcast. His tail was still wagging with his ears perked straight up, but his gaze drifted lower. It wasn't hard to figure out what he was focusing on as I could feel the sweat and condensation dripping down my half-exposed chest as his eyes seemed to follow it.

He then shook his head before looking at my face again, snapping out of the trance he had been in.

"Everything okay, Captain?" I pretended not to notice what he'd been staring at and took a drink.

"Fine." His response was quick, and I pressed the glass to the other side of my neck this time. He was clearly not fine, but I wasn't entirely certain if I should say something. Perhaps the heat was getting to Sajin as well.

His eyes weren't focused on my face for long when his gaze drifted back down to my neck and chest. Did he not realize how obvious his staring was? ....Or was he too used to his helmet hiding it?

His tail began to wag faster as his nose twitched, and I couldn't hide the smirk I got while realizing just how captured Sajin was. His senses being heightened likely meant he was picking up on things most others couldn't.

I began to wonder what exactly he was sensing to make him forget about the conversation and that I could see him staring. Either way, the temptation to tease the captain rose. I could do it so easily with him being the way he was.

Heavily sighing, I tilted my head to the side and grabbed the front of my uniform to wave air at myself. The action revealed more of my chest, especially to Sajin given his height even while crouching.

"I'm sorry if I stink. I know you've got a sensitive nose, and I just came in all sweaty." I softly laughed, and Sajin swallowed.

"You shouldn't worry about such a thing. You smell quite nice, actually." He took a second to realize what he said and visibly panicked. "I-I mean, the soaps you use. I can smell the soaps you use. My nose- It's not on purpose. I'm sorry if I've offended-"

"Relax, Captain. I understood what you meant. And thank you. Also glad to know I chose good soaps." Sajin's eyes bounced between my face and my neck and chest now. He was trying to focus and failing spectacularly. "You know, it's a lot easier to talk to you without your helmet on."

"It is?" He seemed genuinely surprised.

"Yeah. Your helmet is usually like a barrier and hides your expressions. It's also a bit intimidating." I chuckled.

"....You think the helmet is more intimidating than my face?"

"I do. You have kind eyes, and I think your ears are cute." Almost as soon as I said it, his ears turned back against his skull while his wagging tail was creating too much noise to ignore. "Happy to hear that, are you?" I chuckled, and Sajin's hand shot behind him to grab his tail.

He was embarrassed and wouldn't let his tail go. He couldn't look at me either and cleared his throat.

"I'm....not used to such compliments." Sajin ran his hand over his ears and the back of his neck in a nervous manner. He then glanced at me from the corner of his eye. "Would you....like to touch them?"

"If you don't mind." I was surprised by the offer, but I could tell he was seeking an excuse for contact. Sajin leaned down further and placed a hand on his knee with the other resting his knuckles on the floor. Setting my cup on the desk, I then reached up toward his ears.

They were so soft. His fur was well-maintained, and I ran my fingers up the backs of his ears. Sajin's eyes were half-closed as he leaned in closer. Rubbing my thumbs over the insides of his ears, I could feel his breath against my chest from how close he was now.

He was breathing in my scent more now as I continued to touch his ears. Tilting my head, I watched him and slowly lowered my hands to his cheeks. My fingers sank into his fur as he leaned into my touch as if he craved it.

"You're so soft." He suddenly pulled away and stood up.

"Okay, that's enough." Sajin was louder with his words rushed. He looked embarrassed again, and when my gaze dropped, my eyes went wide.

"C-Captain Komamura...." I muttered while feeling the heat rising in my cheeks and ears. Given the height difference, when he was standing up all of the way, the top of my head was only up to his hips.

And he currently was inadvertently putting his erection right in my face.

I didn't expect him to get this excited, and neither had he from how he panicked. Sajin quickly stepped back while trying to cover himself and stumble out an apology. However, he ended up running into the corner of the desk and falling. The glass of water also toppled over, landing in his lap and getting water everywhere.

Sajin looked as if he wanted to hide in a deep hole with his ears pressed flat against his skull while his eyes were full of horror as he looked at himself. Covering my mouth with my hand, I knew it would be polite to turn away, but the sight of him on the floor with his soaked hakama clinging to the outline of his hardening cock was too much.

I swallowed, feeling that familiar tingle crawl up my spine as heat flooded between my thighs. I was looking at proof that Sajin found me attractive at the very least, and it took a good amount of self-control to not pounce on the massive man.

"Are you okay, Captain?"

"I-I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry. I don't know what has come over me." He covered himself with his hands while curling forward as his tail tucked against his thigh.

"Hey, calm down. It's okay." I placed my hand under his chin to lift his face. "If you haven't noticed, Captain....I've been flirting with you for a reason." His wide eyes snapped up to look at me. "You didn't notice I was flirting?"

"....No. I, uh, I thought you were just being nice."

"I want you, Sajin." I said it plainly to make sure he understood. A smirk pulled at the corners of my lips as I heard his tail thumping against the floor. "Can't you smell it?" I saw his nose twitch before his pupils widened more.

Stepping closer, Sajin leaned back. Grabbing the hem of my kosode and shitage, I pulled them open all of the way as the garments fell off my shoulders. The fabric bunched around my elbows as I stood between Sajin's thighs.

"So what do you say, Captain?"

"....What's the catch? Have you lost a bet?"

"Would I be this aroused if I had?" I questioned while watching his eyes search mine. "Now answer me." Lifting his chin with a finger, I listened to how his tail continued to beat against the floor. The fur on the back of his neck seemed to rise before he licked his maw hungrily.

"I say yes."

"Good." I took a step closer, straddling his hips as I placed my hands on his chest to push him back a little bit more. Slipping my fingers behind the front of his uniform, I pushed it open, revealing the pale fur covering his chest and stomach. I let my eyes wander, seeing how Sajin was nothing but pure power beneath his clothes.

Pushing the layers of garments off his shoulders, they fell to the floor around his wrists. I dropped my own kosode and shitage to the side before reaching for his sash.

"Perhaps we should hang your hakama to dry. Unless you have a spare-"

"Wait!" Sajin quickly grabbed my wrists as his ears turned back. "I...."

"What?" My hands stopped moving as I waited for him to say something. His massive hands engulfed much of my forearms, and he swallowed.

"Wynter, I'm not sure-"

"If you don't want this, just tell me."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm not sure you'll want to. I'm a Wolfman. I....I'm not like other men."

"Well aware."

"No, I mean...." He was struggling to explain, and I softly sighed through my nose.

"Stop worrying so much. Relax, Captain. I'll take care of you." I kissed his cheek and pulled his hakama down since his sash was loose enough. Looking down, I saw what possibly could've been what he had tried to explain.

His cock wasn't quite human-looking. In fact, near the base looked to be a knot that made my eyebrows raise. I'd had a feeling this might be the case, but seeing it was another thing entirely.

"If you were to knot me, how long would it take for the swelling to go down?"

"What?!"

"I want you to knot me. Trying to figure out the logistics if you did." My words made his cock twitch, and I smirked. "My, my. Your tail really gives you away, doesn't it? I don't think I've ever seen it wag so much."

"To tell the truth....I have wished to have you look my way but never expected much given what I am and how I look." Sajin muttered, and I gently kissed his forehead.

"I've been looking your way for a long time now." My fingers went through the fur on his cheeks and down his neck. "Please touch me." My voice was gentle as my hands traced along his collarbone and toward his shoulders.

Sajin hesitated but still raised his hands. His palms hovered several inches away from my body, not coming any closer as his doubts were creeping in yet again. Grabbing his wrists, I forced his hands closer until they latched onto my hips. Pushing them lower, my hakama got caught and pushed down as well.

His palms were warm against my sides, and his ears turned back as he watched more and more of my skin become exposed. I led his fingers even lower until they were cupping my ass, and my hakama finally fell down my thighs. Sajin's nostrils flared as his pupils got even wider, nearly obscuring his golden irises entirely.

He leaned in closer until I could feel his breath on my stomach before glancing up at me. There was something wild and hungry in his eyes that made a tingle run across my skin. His jaws parted, exposing his large fangs and long, pink tongue. He licked across my stomach while squeezing my ass in his big hands.

Resting my hands on his broad shoulders, I kicked my hakama off the rest of the way and to the side. When I went to take off my underwear, Sajin bit into the fabric before tearing them off between his hands and fangs. My heart beat faster from excitement as I grabbed the ruined garment hanging from his mouth.

"Aren't you eager?" I smirked and tossed the ripped underwear over my shoulder. "How about we put this to work since I can't take your cock just yet?" Tilting my head to the side, I watched Sajin's reaction as I held my fingers on his tongue. His ears were still turned back, and there was a soft whine from the back of his throat. "Go on, then. Have a taste."

His head lowered to lick the crease of my hip before breathing in deeply through his nose. Sajin's eyes were closed as he pressed his nose against me. His cock was still hard and beading precum. The way he scented me and his short claws pricked my skin sparked something primal in my brain.

Sajin's tongue then slid out and licked over my core. I heard a low rumbling sound and realized he was growling. He grabbed the back of my thighs to spread my legs more before licking again. My fingers buried into his mane as I took in a sharp breath when his tongue found my clit.

His hands began to wander, groping and squeezing in exploration. Sajin groaned as he tasted me, and his hand traveled up my back in a way that made me shiver. His tongue was broad and strong with each lick sparking my nerves. He pushed his face even closer, pressing his nose against my clit as his tongue found my entrance and dove inside.

I moaned which only spurred him on. In the blink of an eye, I was on his desk with my legs over his shoulders. Sajin softly growled while dragging his claws down my sides. He was gentle enough to not break the skin, but the light sting went straight to my pussy as my back arched.

With his tongue buried inside me and his nose pushing against my clit, I could only hold onto the desk as pleasure washed over me. Sajin was like a starving man lapping up everything he could get. His ears perked to listen to me moan and grunt, and his tail was swaying from side to side behind him.

He grabbed my thighs and pushed them closer to his head. I caught his eyes looking at me and understood his desire. My thighs clamped around his head as his tongue went deeper, and he growled again with the vibration going along his tongue.

Burying my fingers into the fur on his head, I pulled him closer while moaning. His head was now trapped in place just like he wanted. Sajin remained kneeling in front of his desk with my legs wrapped around his head as he so diligently worked to prep my pussy.

"You're doing so good." I panted and groaned. His tail wagging was audible as it swished through the air. "You really want me that badly, huh?" Sajin couldn't really answer, so he instead whined with desperation.

The captain was certainly wrapped around my finger now, making such a pathetic sound while on his knees for me. A man of his status and stature now with his head stuck between my thighs.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed his head back, and saliva mixed with slick stretched between his mouth and my heat. It dripped from his chin as he panted and looked so lost. Standing up, I looked down at Sajin before smiling and turning around.

Leaning back against his chest, I lowered myself until his cock was sticking out between my thighs with his knot pressed against my core. Sajin looked over my shoulder, and his hands twitched as if he wanted to touch me. I hummed while thinking as I looked at the sheer size and girth of his dick.

Sajin was over 9 feet tall, so I had to figure out a way we could do this comfortably. I wanted him inside me already, but I needed to think this through.

"Put your hands here." I said while pointing at my thighs, and Sajin did as told without hesitation. Placing one of my hands on the back of his neck, I braced myself. "Lift me a little higher. That's it. Now...." I trailed off while running my fingers along his cock. Sajin jolted at my touch as his hands briefly squeezed.

Lining up the tip, his precum smeared and mixed with the saliva and slick already on my skin. Tilting my hips to get a better angle, Sajin softly whined through clenched teeth as the head slid inside. Biting my bottom lip, I felt how my body accommodated his cock, stretching around his girth as he inched deeper.

Sajin huffed through his nose while feeling tense against my back. He was trying so hard to stay still and let me have control. I took it slow, inch by inch while listening to the sounds Sajin made as he struggled with himself.

"All right, sweetheart. You can move now." With one hand still on the back of his neck, my other hand ran up his chest, feeling his fur between my fingers.

Sajin slowly rocked his hips and whimpered at the back of his throat. He thrust in deeper, and I moaned. His fingers dug into my thighs as he quickly lost patience and began to go faster. His panting filled my ears and mixed with his low, rumbling groans. His voice shook me to the bone as his hips kept hitting my ass.

There was a wet smack each time his knot hit me, and I moaned while relishing in the feeling. My back arched as my grip on his mane tightened. Sajin's maw twitched up into a snarl when he tried to choke back the sounds of his pleasure. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, and there was no sign he had any difficulty in holding me up still.

"Let me hear you, Sajin." My hand went over his cheek and along his jaw. "Please?" My tone was close to a purr as I tried coaxing him into openly moaning again. He leaned into my touch and crumbled, parting his jaws to let out a low, bassy groan that made me clench. "That's it. Don't hide anything from me."

Sajin shuddered and slammed into my pussy, making us both moan as his knot finally went in. He moved my legs from his hands to the crooks of his elbows to be able to touch me. His palms went up my stomach as he licked my shoulder.

"Oh, fuck~!" I moaned while feeling his knot popping in and out from his cock pistoning. He held me with such strong arms while licking the sweat off my neck. Sajin was sweet but with a deep need that had his claws scraping my skin and his hips snapping. His groans bordered on growls, and he nipped me.

My nails dug into his neck, and my head tilted to give him easier access. Sajin licked where he had nipped me before biting. My toes splayed with his dick balls deep and making feel so full.

As his knot swelled more, it became harder for him to give full thrusts. It felt so good, and his cock hit spots that made my head feel light. Sajin panted and moaned next to my ear as he was even drooling.

"W-Wynter-!" He groaned while forcing his knot in again before it popped back out.

"Getting close?" My voice was breathy as I panted, and he nodded. "Give it all to me, Sajin." It wasn't a suggestion but a demand. And given the state the man was in, I knew he would obey without hesitation. His doubts were too far buried to make him hesitate anymore.

I found myself on my knees with my chest against the floor as Sajin held my hips in place. He groaned and whimpered with desperation while trying to maintain a steady pace as his knot swelled more. Even just listening to him was driving me wild, the baritone of his voice as it changed pitch from him losing himself to the pleasure.

Sajin snapped his hips into me, shoving his knot in again with a loud moan that was nearly a howl. He couldn't pull it back out again, leaving him to give heavy, shallow thrusts. I grabbed one of his hands off my hip and moved it to my lower stomach, letting him feel how his cock made it bulge.

His fangs clamped on my shoulder as he pressed his chest against my back and growled. With his other hand on the floor for stability, he was rutting while his balls hit me with each thrust. I held onto his arm while moaning and drooling on the floor.

My hand on his slid lower to find my clit. Rubbing my fingers against the throbbing bud made me clench and moan, and Sajin snarled while feeling me squeeze around him. He began to lose rhythm in his thrusting and more needy.

"Oh, fuck!" Sajin groaned. He only gave a few more thrusts before going balls deep again with a howling moan. His cock twitched with each spurt of cum, and I kept rubbing my clit to chase my own high.

I managed to orgasm within a few seconds, shivering and clenching around Sajin's sensitive dick and making him whimper. I cried out and tensed as wave after wave crashed into me. And when it finally passed, I let my cheek rest against the floor while relaxing and trying to catch my breath.

Sajin was panting and slowly rubbed his hand over my stomach before nuzzling my hair. His palm gently went up my side and down my back, making me hum with contentment. He licked the bite marks and spoke quietly.

"I didn't want to hurt you."

"You did exactly what I wanted you to do." I replied with a smile and reached up to run my hand over his head. "You did very good, Sajin." His tail swished through the air, yet again giving away how he felt.

"I hope your squad doesn't come looking for you. You won't be able to go anywhere anytime soon...."

"Mm. I needed a break anyhow." I chuckled, and Sajin wrapped his arms around me so that he could sit up with me in his lap. He leaned back against his desk and continued to nuzzle against me with his hands running over my skin in a gentle, comforting way.

"Do you need anything? Water?"

"No, thank you. I'm fine." I softly sighed while fully relaxing into his body. The pressure from his knot still inside me felt better than I thought it would. His gentleness and sweet touches made it even better.

"You are a wonder." Sajin muttered. I just chuckled as my hand trailed up his arm.

"Does that mean you'd like to do this again sometime?"

"....Yes." I heard his tail thumping against the floor and couldn't help but smile.

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