#just something I randomly came up with and fleshed out a little in my head during work cuz i was bored
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warnings(18+ ONLY): smut, sub!reader, Dom!Wanda, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, teasing, blow jobs (on strap), spitting, slight praise, more degradation, rough s/x, strap on use, all of it is consensual, petnames use (good girl, baby).
emo!gf!Wanda uses you however she pleases and you gladly let her.
The first time she got a taste of you, she was obsessed. No, that wasn't a joke. No one has ever seen her been like this before about anyone. You bring out a completely different side to her than not even her best friend could know about.
Wanda claimed she didn't like girls, she always told herself she wasn't a lesbian and denied any rumours surrounding that.
It wasn't that she was ashamed, she didn't give zero fucks about their opinions. Maybe a little. That's what she was known for, her no bullshit attitude, the resting bitch face, someone to not fuck with.
Then she met you.
The cute adorable nerd who's too shy for their own good.
Wanda wanted to have you all to herself, and she did.
No one was allowed to touch you, flirt with you, go as far as to ask you out.
She would kill them.
Only you'd have to stop her from even putting them in the hospital.
Even if you were left alone for a few hours, minutes, seconds, if someone tried to come at you, she would randomly pop up out of nowhere scaring the hell out of them.
But not you.
She liked that.
She really liked you.
What she liked most was making you come as many times as she wanted. How you squirm under her gaze and touch, just one look and you're begging on your knees, it drives her insane. She has to use you.
You gladly accept it. Because you know she likes you. That's all you wanted.
You've had a crush on her for as long as you can remember, and you weren't the type to crush on people easily. Sure, they'd come, but they would never last that long.
And yet with Wanda, you knew you'd do anything she asked. She was the prettiest girl you've ever met, you just wanted her attention, her everything.
Wanda knew that too.
And she used it to her advantage.
"aw, is my pretty baby already soaking wet?" She cooed, slipping her fingers inside of your tight hole, moaning when she feels your walls clench around her. "Fucking hell, I've never fucked anyone who's pussy was just dripping, begging to be touched."
You whined, bucking your hips into her but she forced them down, glaring at you.
"now, you know I'm gonna have my way with you, I'll let you come once I know you've behaved well, don't move" she demanded.
Your body shuddered, somehow you listened, you always did.
There were times where you liked being a brat, getting the worst out of her was fun, however, this time you really didn't want to mess around.
"good girl" she cooed gently, her voice sending a shiver down your spine, she didn't waste anytime, nor did she back down with starting slow and easy, practically splitting you open with her fingers hard enough that'll make you cry.
Wanda smiled wickedly, watching your every move and reaction, your mouth gaped open, your eyes never leaving hers, fuck, it drove her wild.
"aw, does someone wanna come?" She teased, slowing her movements. "Hmm, it seems this pretty pussy is ready for my cock, don't you think?" She said, loving the way your eyes widened, pupils dilated at the sound of that.
She pulled her pants down, releasing her long, lengthy strap that she kept hidden to surprise you. It was one of her favourites she brought online. A cute, pink dildo that reminded her of you.
It's just too precious.
"spit on it" she muttered, watching as you did as she ordered, once she was pleased enough, Wanda's hands came up to your head, you eagerly wrapped your mouth over her fake dick, she groaned.
"good girl, sucking my cock so well" she moaned. "God, you're my personal fucktoy, aren't you?, my flesh light, you like that, don't you?."
She heard you whimper, causing her to smirk.
"do a good enough job and maybe I'll reward you with something else."
#wanda x reader#wanda x you#wanda x y/n#emo!wanda#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff smut#stuff i wrote
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Can I kiss you?
[DP x DC fic]
[Love at first... murder? - part 1]
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“—so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to kill him! It was an accident! He just jumped me out of nowhere and I have had bad experiences with clowns in the past so when I saw it was a clown trying to kidnap me I kinda just panicked and punched him! I swear, dude, I didn’t mean to hit him so hard—“
Jason, much too calmly, likely in some form of shock, rises from the crouched-down position he had been in to check the clown corpse’s pulse.
He had seen the poor, still rambling, twink getting grabbed from a distance and was about to step in as Red Hood, not even having been aware it was the Joker who —shouldn’t he have been in Arkham? There has been no announcement of him breaking out yet— had grabbed the guy until he had run close enough to the scene.
Which was after the guy had already been startled so badly by the Joker trying to kidnap him that he sucker punched the Joker into the wall of the alley so hard the clown died.
Said twink then realized what he had done and that he had a witness, that witness being Red Hood himself, and had started his frenzied speech on how it was an accident and to please don’t take him to jail he’s only just started his scholarship at Gotham U. and he can’t have murder on his track record yet.
Breathless, Jason looks at the nervous twink in front of him, who's still trying to plead his case, and who just obliterated the Joker with a punch.
Before his brain can catch up to his mouth, he’s already cutting the distressed monologuing off.
“Can I kiss you?” He blurts out.
Danny, taken off guard, breaks out of his panicked—oh, Ancients, I just killed someone— stupor and lets out a startled laugh.
“Take me out to dinner first” came the automatic joking reply, Danny still largely in shock of what he did.
Jason, either not picking up on the joking tone or ignoring it, nods seriously, already trying to come up with the best place for a dinner date with the cute twink to thank him for his service to the city.
Danny, who has calmed down slightly by now, glances between the red-helmed vigilante and the clown corpse. His gaze lands on Red Hood and he hesitantly speaks up again.
“So, uh, what happens now? Do I need to go to the station to make a statement orrrr?” He pauses awkwardly.
Jason, who’s still trying to figure out whether the Bat Burger would be a good place for a first date or not, doesn’t reply.
“I’ve got school in the morning and I only have like,” he pauses to check his phone for the time, “3 more hours before I have to be up for my first lesson. Soooo, I’m just gonna go. That cool?��
Again, he waits for a reply. But it doesn’t come.
“Right. Cool cool. Uh, see you later? Mr. Red Hood dude sir?” Danny gives a clumsy and awkward salute before turning tail and speed-walking away.
It’s not until 30 minutes later, once Jason has finally decided on the perfect place to take the guy to dinner to, that he realizes the twink is gone.
Fuck, he forgot to ask for the guy’s name.
…
And number.
#dp x dc#I imagine the next day danny is in his apartment and gets interrupted by a knock#on the window#and he just opens the window to find red hood outside#jason: so u ready for that dinner?#danny: ???!!?!#jason: ive got the entire night planned out for us first we’ll have dinner and then we’ll go to the gotham observatory-#danny: say no more#danny doesnt even question how red hood found out who he was and where he lives and even that he likes space#meanwhile jason spent the entire day trying to find out everything he could about the mysterious twink#he probably got tim or babs to use the cams + facial regcognition and stuff to find out everything he could abt danny#tim/babs: alright so his name’s daniel fenton and he’s been living in gotham for abt a week now cuz he started at GU and-#jason: what’s his favorite color? what are his hobbies? what does his dream date look like? give me something to work with here#dp x dc fic#well less of a fic and more of a one-shot or short prompt#just something I randomly came up with and fleshed out a little in my head during work cuz i was bored#love the idea of jason seeing twink!danny obliterating the joker with a punch and just. falling in love. immediately#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#dead on main#dead on main ship#petiteposts
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Gotta say, massive fan of the work you’ve pumped out, especially for TADC (it came out two weeks or so ago and there’s this much already what?!)
That said, could you write for the gang (separately, I’m sorry l know it’s a lot) who’s s/o resisted abstraction? Like, they were halfway through but turned back through sheer will? *Insert John Wick reference* This has been ping ponging in my head for a while. Thanks for listening! XO
Glitchy pain
I've written for something like this before. And I wasn't sure if you wanted angst or fluff. But since what I wrote before was angst I'm gonna just donna do my ideas on this one.
Also to anyone else who feels like requesting don't be afraid to ask for a lot of characters. My max is like 10 and only because Tumblr doesn't like super long posts. I honestly don't think I would have a max if not for that. But really from like 7 pm to 4 am I got a lot of free time and the want to write. So ask to your hearts content.
TADC crew x (kind of) abstracted reader
Caine
Caine was floating around when he heard what sounded like a pained and glitchy scream? He quickly floats over to where he heard it from only to find you clutching your head crumpled up into a ball on the floor.
He was about to float down and ask you what happened before he noticed the random glitches, black spiky flesh, and randomly colored eye balls all appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
So he backed off, a little sad over the fact you were abstracting but life goes on. Until you let out another pained scream, it was almost like the abstraction reacted as the second you screamed it reverted a bit and slowed down.
It continues like that for who knows how long. You in a mental and physical battle with abstraction. Caine just staring completely taken back by what he was witnessing.
After enough time you vomit a nasty and seemingly living blob of black goo onto the floor and pass out. Caine stares at your motionless body for a few seconds before snapping out of it.
He puts the weird goo blob into the cellar and takes you back to your room. He doesn't even know how to react, so he sits there at your bedside waiting for you to wake up.
Once you do he is relived to find it's still you, speaking in full sentences and everything. Sure your voice and body have the occasional glitch but overall you're ok.
So he leaves you be, mostly. He still needs to study your code for how you did that. But past that and him being a bit more "walking on egg shells" around you, but nothing really changes. And not wanting the others to think your a threat, you and Caine don't tell anyone.
Gangle
Gangle was wandering around looking for you. Her comedy mask broke again and you were the only one who knew how to fix it properly. She could patch it up sure but it never lasted long.
Much like Caine she heard you scream out, only difference being she recognized your voice. She quickly changed from casual and aimless stroll to sprint with reason finding you leaned against a wall holding your stomach looking like your about to throw up.
She runs up to you and places a hand(?) on each side of your head staring into your eyes. She in a panicked voice asks "Are you ok?! What happened?!"
You half shove her away a garbled and messy version of your voice half screaming out that it isn't safe. You quickly regret taking the energy to speak and move as a giant surge of pain jolts up your digital spine forcing you onto your knees.
You let out another pained groan/scream as black goo starts oozing out of your mouth. It's only then that Gangle realizes your glitching! She panics and tells you to stay calm while she gets Caine.
Gangle sprints off with a mission luckily finding Caine rather quickly. She especially screams at him to help her/follow her. He listens and follows her. When she gets back to where she left you, your passed out. But you aren't glitching anymore. And your not fully abstracted.
She carefully walks over to you and sets a gentle hand (ribbon) on your face feeling a whole lot of relief when you half swat at her hand in your sleep.
She'll watch you while you sleep making sure you aren't disturbed but when you're awake and she's sure you're ok you are going to be getting a whole lot of cuddles from her. Her comedy mask can wait.
Zooble
Zooble was missing a leg and was hobbling/jumping her way towards your room to ask if you'd seen it. She knocked on your door only to receive no response. She knocks again. Nothing. So she unlocks it with the spare key you gave her.
She is stunned by what she sees. Obsessive scribbles covering your walls. Wall paper torn and dirtied. She takes a few cautious steps before finally hearing you say in a horrible sounding voice
"P̵̛̣̤̪̑̈́̄͆̚p̴̹͇̆̑̐͠ṕ̷͔̼͙̅̀͐̿͋͜͝P̵̢͚̩̱̮̭̉͜͠l̵͔̟̰̘̼̹̼̯͉͆ḛ̴̣͈̖͛̈́̏̏͌̕͜a̴̢͇̣̮̠͕̮͆̾s̸̡͉̣̺̯͚̾̈́͋̃̑͊͘s̵̼͛̃͛̄̏̊̊͜͠ͅs̷̨̯̬̯͊e̵̢̪̜̗͙̞͈̠͌̔͠s̸̢͔̝̳̞͈̭̲͂͆̇̄͛́́͗ͅͅ ̴̗̻̳̗̜̙̹̘͒̒̑̅̂̎̚͘w̴̰̘͂͊̌̒͘w̸̢̦̑̍̈́͊W̷̨̄̑̌̂̚͝W̵̦̙͇̝̲̪̝̫̜̰̄͑̚w̶̮͐̏̀͊͠h̴̬̤̠̩̰͋͗̾̓̈́̍̅ó̴͍̭͇̯͚̮͔̽̓̔̈́ ̶̥̑͋͒̿̀Ê̶̼͎͇͍̳̯͌͋͐̓̋v̸̢͓̩͗͜͝v̴͇͇̮̻͖̪͕̰̹̫̔̌̎̇̑́ë̷̪̤̫̪͌͂̓̕͘e̵̢̨̱̘̗͙̘̱̱̩̎̾̀v̸͍̄͠ë̶̡̙̠̣̰̠́͜r̸͇̰͖̍͑͌̆̌ ̷̯̼͕͍̭̭̲͙̰̽̈́͝y̷̪͉͓͗̿̀̐̈̃̆õ̷̢̜̮̬͒̈́͒̿̀̽̈́͂̈́ǘ̸̡̟̭̩̠̜̬͙̃ṵ̴̭̮̹̯̺̜̤̈͂̽u̸̬̠͉̺͍̰͉̦͌̋́̃͌̊͘͜ ̵̲͖̩̹̲̊̐͂͝͝a̵̰̩̻̗͕͎̮͈̥̫͂̂̌̆̆̎̑a̴̭͒͐̏̎́́͝à̶̛̘̮͍̟̻͕̰̽̍͛̽̈́̃͛͝r̴͎͚͇̻̞̬͑̂̅̿͋̅̂͊̔ą̴̛̱̱̗̔̈́̈́̔͒̆̌͘͠r̵̺̰̬̹̮̬̘̜̈́̊͗͛̅̌͌͘͜ę̸̛̺̞͚̹̘̱̥̲̒̍̏̔͛̌̚ȇ̴̩.̶̛̖̙̦̝̹̰͔̉͂̆̉̐̾̐͠͝ ̵̘̙͎̼̻̩̬͖͌̉̾̂̄͜J̵͐̏̇̈́̑̃͜͝͝j̶̛̠̬̟̓͗͗͆̆̀̈́̿̂͜j̴̢͍̦͉̯͑̍̓J̷̨̧̢̳̟̠̯͖͖͚̐̈̏̓̈͐̎̐͝j̶̫̞̬͖̯̯̹̺̩͆̾̽́̈́̄ͅJ̵͖̘̫̓u̷̡̧͔̥͇͕͔̞̠̇͛̈́̎͂̌͂͘̕ş̶͕̫̎ṫ̷͈͖̲̩͉͌̅̍̈́́̿ ̷̠͕͕̖̜̻̯̻̖̃̏̀͂͑́l̷̳̣̼̓̈́̊̈́̈̎̀́̋̚͜L̶̡̜̣͔͔̼̠̗̎̇̈́̕Ļ̴̞̟̱̹͓̹̪͖͚̂̐͐̑̂͆̐̓̚͠ḽ̶̢̧̙̺̯͖̰͓͐͗̽̈́̃̔̀̾̕l̴̢̢̳̜̣̦̎́́̔̕̚e̷͔̫͉̘͉̓̓͋͊̀̿̄̕͝ͅã̷̡̢̝̮͔̮̰̱͒͌̈͊̾͂͠ͅͅv̷̗̼͎̠̝̋̓͒͛̂͐͜͜è̶̪̟̲̘̃̓ ̴̺̊̉͑̉̽̅́̕̕m̸̧̦͔̙͍̘̭̲̄͂m̸̧̫͎͌̀̃͜ͅM̴͍͍̫͚̺͚̪̺̿́̒͋̂͐̿͗̚͘m̴̛̘̼͔͑̿̏̅͌̊̾̕e̴̩̟͈̙͑̏͐̆̓͆̏̚͠͝ ̵̳̤͉͉͙̬̥̉̓́̀̓̃̀̌̊͜ͅḁ̶̧̗͈͍͍̉͂̀͆͗̾̆́̚͜͝l̴̜͓͈̄͌̓̈́̉͊͊̍͝a̵̲͒̋̂͐́̊̕̚͝â̶̢͕̫̘̮͈̻͕͙̩͑̂ḹ̵̨̮̓̓̊̍̕̚͝o̵͖͔̥̳̊̐̀͠n̵̺̥̲͔͔̿͋̊ë̶̯̤̻́̌̎̎́̾͋̄̄̋.̵̪̑͆̀̎"
(Please whoever you are. Just leave me alone.)
She cautiously walks over to your bed and peaks over it. Your laying there curled up into a ball torn and broken items surrounding you. Y-your abstracting?! B-but... Zooble doesn't even really register the fact. She's in shock from seeing you like this. (I mean I would be too)
You let out an ear piercing scream and claw at your own face with enough force to tear the skin, if you weren't digital at least. The glitching gets much much worse for a few seconds before just, stopping. No rhyme or reason that she can see.
But you can bet your a&$ that after like 5 seconds pass and you stop showing signs of abstraction she's going to huddle near your spitting out so many questions. Mainly ones like "ARE YOU OK!?!" and "Your still with me right?! RIGHT!?!"
Kinger
Kinger would more likely then not be there when your first started glitching. And that might make him officially lose it. Your the second person in this hell (Queener) who he felt close too. And he outlived you too.
Still you aren't abstracted yet. Maybe their's still a chance! So he sprints off screaming out for Caine in a voice that is loud enough to make you go deaf if you were too close to him.
When he finds Caine. And he will find Caine he grabs him by the shoulders and sprints towards where he last saw you. He basically throws Caine at your glitching form and yells at him to fix you!
In that second you stop glitching Caine did nothing and Kinger will basically tackle you. He'll pick you up and hold you over his head like a spear and sprint towards your rooms. Once there he will set up the comfiest coziest pillow fort possible then get you all comfy inside.
Once he's sure your at least mostly safe and he's at least mostly calmed down he'll ask you about what happened. (Despite him being pretty crazy I really do feel like out of everyone he would be the best at communication in a friend or relationship. I mean he's that crazy and yet he still has manners and knowledge about a lot. Tbh he might become my fav. Idk it's possible.)
Ragatha
You were helping out Ragatha with a surprise she was making for everyone to lighten their moods when you said that you feel kind of sick so you were going to call it a night. She nods thanks you for the help you gave then gives you a quick peck to the lips as a send off.
Not to much to her surprise you choose to lay in her bed instead of yours. Just something you do when you don't wanna be alone. She shrugs it off and keeps working actually quite grateful that you decided to not leave, not fully at least.
She keeps working but stops when she hears some very concerning noises coming from your sleeping body. She turns around to see you tossing and turning an abnormal amount in your sleep, as well as making a lot of noises that sound like when someone is choking on their own blood.
Concerned she carefully walks over to check on you only to recoil when she notices the glitching. She trips over her own foot and falls over onto her back. She quickly but clumsily gets up and gets back to you. She shakes you a bit trying to wake you up, but you don't only concerning her more.
She yells calls out for Pomni who pokes her head through Ragatha's door a second later. Ragatha nearly screams at her to go get Caine. Pomni startled by Ragatha's tone turns heel and runs off to look for Caine while Ragatha stays with you.
She keeps whispering things like "You're gonna be ok" and "Pomni's getting Caine just hang in there". Always keeping a hand on you not caring when it starts glitching out too.
When Pomni returns with Caine, Ragatha full on yells at him to help you. He looks at you, then back at her, then with a apologetic tone says their isn't anything he can do as abstraction is one of those things he doesn't have control over.
Ragatha breaks into tears. So she's gonna lose you, she was even there. BUT SHE CAN'T F@%#&$* HELP?! She holds onto you like you're her last tether to reality. And you seem to get better. Your at the very least don't seem to be in pain anymore! So she squeezes you, really f&$%@#* hard happier then should be possible that your improving.
Jax
Jax found you in his room voice glitching you huddled over in pain. At first he thought it was a revenge prank and acted accordingly.
"Haha, very funny Y/N. Now get out of my room I need to do something."
That is until you vomited up a ton of pitch black goo. Then he started taking it more seriously. He quickly crouches down and wraps an arm around you to try and provide some support.
He freaks out and quickly pulls his arm back when you vomit up more goo and starts visibly glitching. He panics and quickly looks around his room locking onto a like 3 day old unopened water bottle. He opens it and hands it to you as well as a thing to squeeze that half yells to just hang in there he'll be right back. He sprints around not even knowing who to get.
He sees Ragatha and half tackles her. He shouts directly into her face that you need help and that you in his room. He tosses her in the direction of his room then continues sprinting around not long after finding Caine.
He grabs Caine ignoring his protests and runs back to his room where he fins Ragatha sitting next to his bed you tucked in. Your not vomiting anything and you aren't glitching. You're just shivering.
He hears you mumble his name and literally kicks Ragatha and Caine out quickly getting to your side. After he feels he wont get hurt he quickly gets into bed holding you close
"If you ever do that again I'm going to take back my vow to not tease you." He falls asleep with his chin resting on your head.
Pomni
At first when you started glitching Pomni didn't really know it was abstraction. She's never seen someone abstract after all, only seeing the finished product. But when you keep getting worse and worse she realizes that something is wrong.
So she leaves you with a quick kiss then runs off to the communication thing Caine made after the whole Kaufmo incident. She calls him and when he picks up she screams into the phone that your glitching out.
When Caine appears next to her she runs back over to where you are not even checking if Caine is following. When she gets back to you, you're still in really bad shape.
She turns back to Caine and yells at him to help you. When he tells her that he can't she starts hyperventilating, then she sees him pick you up and the cellar hole open?!
OH F&#$ NO! She basically punches Caine then clings to you protectively, ready to throw hands with Caine if she has to. Caine tries and pull her off when she starts glitching but she has the grip of a professional rock climber.
So Caine has to keep curing her glitches at they appear. Cause in his mind your beyond help but she isn't. Then you start to improve. No more coughing and the glitching has slowed down!
Pomni glares at Caine then turns back to you with a scared and tired smile on her face. Once your ok enough to talk you are going to get an earful. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HER YOU WERE FEELING BAG ENOUGH TO ABSTRACT?!?!?!
(Sorry this was so long. I got a little carried away. And surprisingly I'm pretty proud of this one. I hope you enjoyed it!)
xoxo, Jester
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#caine x reader#gangle x reader#zooble x reader#kinger x reader#ragatha x reader#jax x reader#pomni x reader#noob author#not beta'd
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i NEED some Ricky content!! i know it’s big i KNOW it’s big and mean yet sweet and 😫😳🥵🥺🤩🥳🥸
A/N: I give the ppl what they want NOT EDITED
TW'S: yandere, nsfw, reader has a coochie, use of good girl, oral (f&m receiving), mommy kink(he says it like once), voyer ricky, switch ricky, switch reader, slight degradation, dumbification kink, shibari, creampie, pet play,
Nasty Hc's · Ricky Delmont
Ride his thighs PLEASE he looks up at you with the most star struck expression.
Likes to bounce his leg when you do, anything to keep your pretty eyes on him like that.
He has two sides in bed,
"Beg for it brat."
And "Oh fucking shit, nnngh-oh god please give it to me, wanna feel good for you."
No matter what mindset he's in that day he's gonna take care of you.
If he had his way you'd never leave his bed.
Kisses up and down your body as often as he can, loves just touching you, feeling your heat beneath his fingertips as if he was amazed you were really there.
Switch, you know he's feeling more dominant when he undoes his work tie a little faster than usual, he also gets this look in his eye that makes you feel a whole lot like prey about to be devoured.
He just oozes control when he's like this, likes tying you up in the softest ropes available, sometimes shibari* sessions are all he needs to check that insatiable need to control.
He likes red rope the best, something about the way your flesh spills through the intricate ruby knots has him BRICKED.
Will occasionally use toys if he's feeling extra mean that day, has an extension that wraps around the base of his cock so you both feel the intense vibration.
If you're into it he'd love to collar you, nothing cheap or demeaning either, I'm talking specialty ordered in your favorite fabric with his name embroidered in your favorite color.
(Gets his own with your name on it)
First time you gave him head you two had snuck off at some shitty party he'd been forced to attend and he had to stuff his fingers in his mouth to keep quiet, came fast cuz the sight of you on your knees staring up at him with that sweet smile was enough to push him over the edge.
If you wear any of his clothing the second he registers it his caveman brain activates and he will get so hard it hurts, his possessive nature couldn't be happier and most if not all of the times ends with him rutting into you like an animal.
Has a Polaroid camera he uses just for you and your sexy times, he has thousands of photos tucked away in a secret drawer which he revisits whenever he's forced to be away from you for longer than an hour.
He looks mean but he treats you so soft, even in his Dom headspace he's always putting your comfort and happiness first.
"Tell me if this is too tight love."
"C'mon nod your head f'me- there we go good girl."
Always checks in on how you're feeling and if he's being too rough.
Huge choking kink, even just resting his much larger hand around your throat was enough to have your pulse skyrocket, which of course he can feel, likes keeping his thumb on your pulse point, the breathless sounds that came from you were like a symphony.
Please choke him back he will cum on the spot.
He's the kinda guy who makes you count the spanks he's giving and if you mess up (which you no doubt do because he will randomly swipe his thumb against your soaked clit, making sure to press in harsh little circles)
"Aw, my poor dumb bunny can't think with anything but her pussy."
"How mean of me, asking such a big task knowing just how cock hungry you get." He tutted in a mock of sympathy, the evil grin he sported contradicting his apologetic tone.
"Your skin is so soft, it's as if I'm meant to mess it up, mark you."
Gets separation anxiety so there will be days when he needs you to stop by the office, just to see your face, and 10/10 you two end up fucking against his desk.
Stuffs your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet, can't have his family hearing him slut you out now can we?
Huge voyer, if he ever catches you masturbating, before you get the chance to feel embarrassed he'd find a seat close enough to touch and start palming himself through his pants.
"Greedy little thing- just can't help yourself can you?"
"Go ahead- show me how bad you want it, show me how you make a mess kitty."
"Maybe if you do a good job convincing me I'll be nice and let you cum."
^ It's a bluff he's always gonna make you cum, he just likes the way you jump to do as he says as if the threat was real.
He's 7.7 inches and he likes resting it on your tummy, just to see how deep he'd be in a few moments.
Big big big into overstimulation, it's the way you cling to him like a lifeline, how hard you twitch against him, that hazy look in your eye.
Flash level refractory period he's ready to go again the second you are.
He thinks he's awkward and bad at expressing himself (false) so he tries to pour all the big feelings he has for you into his touch.
Pet play, calls you kitty/bunny a lot, something about the way you jolt a little sends a warm tingle up his spine, also it felt natural with the way his hands are constantly petting you/your hair.
If he's busy he won't ignore you for work, no no, he sits you down snugly in his lap so he can toy with your pussy with his free hand, likes to randomly curl his fingers up to keep you juuuust on the verge of spilling into his palm.
If he's having a particularly bad day he'll call you to his office and first thing he does is just hug you against him. Which would be cute if it didn't almost always lead to him dropping to his knees with a pout and silently demanding you ride his face.
Tug his hair and listen to all the pretty sounds it pulls from him.
If he's in a more subby headspace you can tell by the way he clings to you, he's almost unsure of his movement, like he was afraid to not be the one calling the shots, you've learned to speak his language so you know when he hesitates to touch you, it's because he's waiting for permission.
"Go ahead baby boy, you can touch me." Cue him melting into you, his larger frame curling around you like a cat.
He's a lot more vocal when he subs, allows himself to be swept away in the essence of you.
You have to gag him when he gets too loud, dw he like it, sure the whines he let out were delicious but the longer you edged him the louder he got and your neighbor already complained once.
If you leave any marks on him he displays them with such pride, mentally begging for someone to comment just so he can relive the moments you gave them to him.
It's during one of these sessions where you'd been edging the pretty boy for hours and by this point he was crying, red faced and all but begging for you, he'd been a brat all day, probably looking for this sort of reaction from you, and he looked downright sinful.
Long red tresses spread out around him like a halo, his hands tied to each other and held above his writhing form, the fact that he couldn't touch you would drive him to the brink, yeah he could break outta these ties easily, but giving you complete control was far too addicting.
Sweat coated his lean body, his muscles twitching whenever you raked your nails across his flush skin. His eyes half lidded, pupils blow so wide only a ring of red surrounded them.
You'd be slowly rolling your hips, your pelvis pressed flush to his own, staring down at him through a sultry haze as he fought desperately against his restraints.
"Please- please Mommy, wanna' touch ya, I'll be good I swear- need you bad."
He's so deep in his own pleasure he doesn't even realize what he's called you.
You undo his wrists and he'd be on you in a second, fingers dancing everywhere, unsure what to grip for dear life first,
It's when you lean down to lick a small strip along his ear and whisper, "Cum for Mommy." That he creams instantly, it catches you both off guard, the noise of surprise he'd made mixed with a broken whimper of your name had you clenching down around him even harder, he wrapped both hands around your middle, his hips feverishly pumping up into your soaking core, the sticky ring of white at the base of his shaft only grew with every sloppy thrust, each twitch of his cock gave you another load, at the peak of his high you coo'd out "Good boy." And he blacks out for a good few seconds.
Enjoys making you go dumb when he's Doming, like he asks you shit knowing damn well you're too blissed out to answer, just so he can smile down at you in condescension, lovingly laughing at your babbles and cries, thumb pressing past your swollen lips to play with your eager tongue.
"Such a perfect little kitty f'me."
KING of aftercare, a little too good bec if you're up for it his hands will end up feeling so nice and warm and shiver inducing while he's massaging you that oop look at that he's buried in your cunt again.
#yananswers#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#anon submission#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc#yandere ocs#my oc#yandere smut#oc x reader#oc x you#oc x reader smut#ricky delmomt#ricky delmont x reader#yandere oc ricky#ricky x reader#nastytingz
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Powers
Summary: You have Powers and finally told Barry.
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader
Word count: 1,059
Warning: none
Not edited, but I will edit it later.
“I have powers.” The words came out of my mouth like air blowing randomly during the day. I had to do it. It was time that I told him. “What?” He asked, turning off the tv and turning all his attention on me. I looked down to my hands not wanting the attention. “Barry-“ Before I continued I took a quick glance at his face. It was full of confusion and concern. Before looking down again, I could see his mouth open and close.
I felt him move closer to me. “I’ve had them for a while but I don’t use them. Sometimes I can’t even control them! You know it’s just so frustrating. I’m sorry I kept it from you. You can break up with me if you want. You probably don’t wanna date a metahum-“
My voice was quiet, fast yet slow. Barry interrupted me by grabbing my face gently. “Don’t say that. You don’t know how I feel about you,” he told me softly. “So how do you feel?” Those words came out hesitant. I didn’t know if I was ready to know what he felt. My eyes roamed the living room, avoiding his eyes. “Look at me.”
It took everything in me to look at him but I did. “I don’t care if you’re a meta human Y/n.” His beautiful green eyes were looking at me. “Being a metahuman doesn’t make me love you any less.”
Barry and I talked things out. He was very supportive. He didn’t care that I was a metahuman. I appreciated him for that. He was always there for me when I needed him.
“We should go to StarLabs.”
My eyes widened. “StarLabs? Why?” I was confused as to why he wanted me to go there because Dr.Wells killed his mom. “You’ll see.”
We went to StarLabs. “Barry, what are you doing here?” Iris said a little harsh, noticing me. “It’s time to tell her.” I gave Barry a confused look, while he just smiled. “Tell me what?” I asked skeptically.
“So this is your lover?” I heard behind me. I turned around to see Harrison Wells. In the flesh. My mouth fell open. “Harrison Wells?” I gasped, even more confused now. “Can we have the room?” Barry said. When they left he sat me down. “Uh Y/n I- I’ve been wanting to tell you something,” he explained while scratching the back of his head. I gave him a look to continue.
“I’m the Flash.”
I blinked at him. “What?”
“Look I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you sooner. It’s just.. you knowing, isn’t safe. Believe me when I say that telling you has always been on my mind.” I nodded cautiously at his words, listening intently. “Caitlyn can do tests on you and we can work on your powers, so you can control them.”
“Barry, forget that. I’m still processing that Dr.Wells is alive and your okay with it!” I threw my hands in the air. “That’s not Harrison Wells. He’s from Earth 2.”
“Huh?” All his words were scrambled.
“He’s from another Earth.” My hands rubbed my face, still slightly confused. “Okay..” I am still immensely confused.
“Are you mad?”
“About what?” I asked.
“That I didn’t tell you?” He replied, as if it were a question.
I tilted my head to the side. “No? Should I be mad?” He quickly shook his head, yet let out a sigh of relief. I cleared my throat and he looked at me confused. “Sooo about my powers. Something I didn’t mention is..” I looked at him, seeing that he was listening intently. I quickly grabbed his hand and sped us in circles a few times.
He looked at me in amazement and let out a laugh of excitement. “You have the Flash’s powers!” I nodded. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. It was hard for me to control. “That’s so awesome!”
Caitlyn did tests on me and confirmed that I was a speedster. The whole entire time during those tests I stared at Barry, I was still worried for some reason. He stood by my side the whole entire time. When Caitlyn was done he led me to the hall in StarLabs. “Why are you still worrying?” He asked me. “I don’t know.” I replied truthfully. “Y/n I like the way you look at me, but with warmth, love, and reassurance. Not with worry.” I smiled at him, feeling my heart warm. “I’m sorry. But I think I’m just scared, Barry. This is a very large step I’m taking,” I told him, while looking at the ground. “Hey,” he said softly, catching my attention. I looked back up, “I’m gonna be there through all of it. Everything you go through, I go through, okay? We’re a team.” He chuckled, “We’re the flash.”
“Like literally,” he said jokingly. I laughed at his sillines, he pulled me into him while smiling widely. “I love you Y/n. Everything you go through-“
“I go through,” I said at the same time. He nodded at me. He slowly leaned in to latch his lips onto mine. I gratefully kissed back. My arms rested on his shoulders while I caressed the back of his neck hairs, his hands were around my waist pulling me close. I felt like I was floating. I think I finally knew what a leaf felt like, slowly roaming through the sky with the wind.
Once we parted, “I love you,” I told him, since he didn’t really let me say it back. He pecked my lips once more and told me we could start training now. I agreed and learned a few things but it took some time. It was honestly scary, but with Barry by my side was easy. He helped me and so did Cisco and Caitlyn. Joe had been psyched knowing that I was a speedster, he was worried as well though.
Team Flash saw me grow. They supported, trained with me, and took care of me. They were my team. Barry was by my side. He was my rock, my anchor, he was the person that kept me going. I loved every part of Barry and he loved every part of me. Working with him is such an honor. Being speedsters brought us even closer than we were.
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Luffy with a chubby partner head cannons!
Hi! This is my first post! I'm still struggling to use this thing but I'm getting the hang of it!
I be adding or updating this crap randomly whenever I get a idea so yeah💀
Female y/n
Spelling is all screwed up💀 im to lazy to go back over it man.
Some NSFW... ;)
When you and luffy first met he felt something inside him he never has before.
Making eye contact with you made him feel something he hardly ever experiences.
Nervousness
He felt himself tense up at the sight of you. Finding himself holding his breath.
Let's say y'all met at a dinner. You being the cute little waitress in your uniform with your apron really snatching your curves.
No matter how hard he would try to distract himself he always found himself drifting back to you.
Watching you prance around taking orders. How you would talk to pirates that came it. Welcoming them.
He couldn't help but feel jealous watching the undeserving pirates make attempts at flirting with you.
When you finally walk over to his table going too take his order he feels his heart start to race. Mouth going dry.
"What can I get you today sir?" luffy has to bite his tongue to prevent himself from saying you.
After placing his order you look at him surprised with the large quantitie of stuff he ordered.
"That's our captain alright. Always hungry." one of his crew members say.
You couldn't help but laugh. "I see. Well I'll bring that to you as soon as possible captain~" you making sure to say the last word extra smooth.
Luffy tenses up at the name. Sure his crew calls him that all the time. But when you say it. Let's just say he can feel his pants getting tighter ;)
Luffy would love every inch of you. Not just in a sexual way but in a way that's sees you as beautiful and elegant.
He loves to cup your face with his hands feeling the soft flesh of your chubby cheeks. He loves to see you smile.
Every time you walk by him while he's sitting down he can't help but grab you and drag you onto his lap.
It's no secret he is clingy and handsy. Even when he doesn't realize he will always find a way to touch you. From leaning on your shoulder or playing with your fingers when he's bored.
Even if you are scared to sit in his lap saying your to heavy he holds you down and reassures you that you are fine. Go to far with complaining though and he'll end up throwing you over his shoulder and running around the whole ship trying to prove you're weight isn't s problem to him.
He loves to cuddle. Since his love language is physical touch it comes naturally. Doesn't matter where either. He loves to cuddle in halls bed and on the deck watching the Sun fad away.
He loves to rest his head on your soft thighs while you read or talk to the crew. One time he even bit you. Leaving himself with a lump on his head after you hit him saying it hurt.
He likes laying on your stomach/chest too. He just likes laying on top of you to be honest. He likes to know you are safe and sound under him in his grasps.
He really likes your boobs/ass too. He tends to space out and just stare at them sometimes.
Sometimes when walking behind you or even when your talking to him. He has no shame it's not just his eyes. He will move his whole head just to get a peak.
You catch him a bunch and the first to times you would hit him on the head but it was no use. Now all you do is laugh since its a normal accurince.
When sitting down next to him he likes to place his hands on your thighs or waist pulling you into him. Sometimes going higher😉
He loves showing affection around the ship. When you have your back turned he loves coming up behind you and resting his head on your shoulder taking in your sent.
Letting his hands explore your body. Sometimes not even in a sexual way.
When y'all first started dating Luffy wasn't familiar with kissing so he would usually just hug you a lot.
But LORD
When you finally show him how to kiss you for the first time he is addicted.
Now you could be in the middle of the conversation with one of the crew member and he will come up to you in the middle of the conversation begging for a kiss.
And he won't leave you alone till you do.
Ik some people don't see luffy as the type to be sexual but if you do that's what the next part will be!
Luffy is the type to do at least 10 different positions in one round. He needs to see you from every angle. He likes trying them out too. To see which ones make you and him feel the best.
I don't think luffy would be kinky. Nothing crazy like choking or spanking. If you request something like that he would probably look at you weird and agree to try it if it ment you would enjoy it more.
But over all I think he's pretty vanilla. Mostly oral and vaginal, possibly anal. But it's good either way cause he knows what he is doing once he gets the han of it and you will NEVER get bored.
He might like public sex tho. The thought of being caught and someone seeing y'all in such a way. Definitely would want to try it. Sometimes taking you by surprise when on a new island. He pulls your arm asking to go to the bathroom with a low tone that makes your spine shiver
Or even on the ship like in the kitchen. Definitely been caught or almost been caught by sanji but he probably enjoy the view if it ment you being there.
He would probably be inexperienced when y'all first met and only know a bit about sex. And thought their was only one way it could happen but when he found out about oral. Lorddd bless your heart you will not be able to pull this guy away from you.
He loves a late night snack especially if it keeps him from getting in trouble with sanji when getting stuff from the fridge. He much rather have you instead.
He loves the feeling of being squished between your thighs and having you tug his hair. He could do it for hours.
We all have thought about it before. I think he would stretch his tongue out and his dick whether it would be wider or longer he wants to feel you as much as he can. It's addicting.
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gonna be just randomly generating a character from my toyhouse to talk about for these ask :)
and the first one is my girly Davey!
I dont talk about Davey a ton, I do like her but I havent really taken the time to flesh out her roll in my lil oc fan part set up.
Davey was Hired by Roxanne, however unlike a lot of her other hires, Davey come to Roxanne to ask for a job. Roxanne is some dirty ex-sailr/treasure hunter who struck out rich and for the most part has been wandering around looking for the next exciting thing in her life. This came when she was invited to come watch a 'performance' at the Crowded House, owned by Roxanne. Its mostly top secret what goes on in there, beyond everyone knows that if you have the money and are someone you will have come around to the Crowded House for what can only be expected to be some sorta expensive club house.
Which in someways this isnt too far from the truth. Inside this cold plain rinky dink building with only two signs labeling it the Crowded House, is a luxurious high end parlor filled with every hoity toity in town. Their drinkings, conversing and all the good stuff waiting for the main show, which comes in the form of a short but straight forward contract to keep information on what goes on inside the walls of the Crowded House a secret, and a 'boop' on the nose from the scrawny lanky blue haired man working the booth at the entrance.
From here everyone is invited to view the underground fights performed by Roxanne's 'employees'. Fights with large beautiful people who beat the shit out of each other their nearly dead. A very specific interest being met here. People place bets, and deals and sponsorships between Roxie and her clients as they enjoy the show. The cherry on top, its all stand user fights, which most people invited in will have never heard of before coming here, and will never speak of outside the walls of this place.
Everyone goes home after getting their fill of the festivities
Except Davey
Davey stays behind to make her own lil deal with Roxie, fine and good to the boss in the bright pink stilettos, shes always looks for new ways to bring in money.
However Davey offered her something different, a new employee in the form of Davey herself.
Watching Roxanne's himbo, bimbos and whatever else she has in her, Davey wants IN. This was her new passion, this was the spark that was going to bring her back to life. She wanted a super power ghost that helps her beat the crap out of people for money in front of cheering crowds.
And well, Davey just happened to be Roxanne's type and they needed a new hire to even out their roster.
Davey has been with Roxanne for a year to the start of the events of my lil fan parts. She's hot headed and not the best person, she thinks mostly of herself and tends to go over board even for the environment of their type of work. She and Mac are best frienemies and LOVE to fight each other, their a crowd favorite to watch fights.
Her stand is Boomtown Rats, a stand with explosive abilities and is an all around little rascal of a stand who tends to wander off in casual situations just to bother other stands and stand users.
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waiting for love to come around // septiplier
If someone were to keep a tracker of how Jack’s been spending his time, it’d probably reveal an alarming amount spent with his best friend. It's just very, very easy to find excuses to be around him, and harder to think of reasons to keep to himself. He came to this school solely to be closer to and spend more time with Mark, after all, didn't he?
And there's that whole “being hopelessly and unrequitedly in love with my best friend” bit, but he tries his best not to dwell on it. Easier said than done.
Mark, for his part, seems to welcome the company, always excited to have the Irishman take up his time, or even just sit on his bed as Mark edits, randomly telling him jokes or showing him pictures of cute animals. Just because he can.
It kinda surprises him one day when Mark is the one to enter his room without knocking instead of it being the other way around. The American just lays back on Jack's bed, looking… a little more dressed up than usual, actually. He's so used to Mark in pajamas or the most casual clothes he can manage that the change is a little jarring. Not bad, though…. definitely not bad.
“Oh how the turntables?” he asks with a small laugh, turning away from his computer to look at Mark properly. Mark chuckles warmly, head rolling a little to the side to look back up at him. God, he's gorgeous, his brain unhelpfully notes, bittersweet warmth running through him. He just smiles bigger though, tucking away those cracks. He wants Mark to be happy, something much more important than these feelings he's been harboring for much, much too long. 5 years now, he thinks. Jesus.
“I suppose so, huh? Does that mean that now I have to pull up shitty memes for you to put up with while you work, forever hoping that this time, please, it'll be a cute doggo?” Jack scoffs a little, offended.
“You love my memes!”
“That's what you think.”
“You laugh!!”
“Pity laughter, Jackaboy. Or do they not have that in the ass-end of Ireland?” Jack splutters, half laughing at the words, and Mark's eyes seem to shine a little.
“I'll have you know, the Irish are fuckin’ fantastic at memes. Not as fantastic as we are at pub brawls, but close.”
“You wish.”
“And, as an honorary leprechaun, all my wishes can and do come true.”
Mark gives a soft laugh, sitting up a little and grinning big, and the smile blankets over Jack like a perfect summer's day. “Shit, you got me there. Can't believe I've been bested by a man that always sounds like he's got potatoes in his mouth.” Jack snorts.
“Irish accents are sexy according to literally everyone else in the world, Marky, fight me.”
“Maybe I will!”
“I'd love to see you try.” Mark narrows his eyes a little at him, but Jack just responds with a smirk, one eyebrow raised. A few seconds pass, neither of them moving, and Jack laughs to himself, shaking his head as he turns back to his computer. “See, ya got nothin’--”
A solid wall of flesh slams into him, pinning him to the ground. It doesn't hurt, just knocks the breath out of him, and he finds himself staring up at Mark's grinning, smug face, so damn proud of himself.
What follows is a short but energetic wrestling match, both trying to get the upper hand. Mark is all experience and muscle, and Jack's got muscle too, but more importantly, he's fast. They're decently matched, but Jack ends up pinned uncomfortably in the corner of the room between wall and floor with no way out. Mark’s thighs grip him tightly as he straddles him, strong hands holding him in place, looming over him. Honestly, Jack could probably get out of this if he tried harder, but even with the way his back is protesting the position, he really doesn't want to move. It's not every day you get a lapful of your best friend, after all.
Mark's grin almost looks a little predatory as he seems to lean a little closer, and Jack's kinda thankful they're both still panting from the play fight. It hides the way his breath hitches.
“I won! What's my prize???” Mark asks, pressing a little harder into him, which is wholly unfair and a bit too distracting.
“Didn't know we were fightin’ f'r a prize here,” Jack manages, trying his best to glare up at him, but there's no real force behind it.
“Um, of course we were. What's the point if there's no prize???”
Jack grumbles, as if he wouldn't do absolutely anything for the man pinning him down. He’d steal the stars to light up his room at night with real constellations if he asked. “Wha’ d’ya want then, Marky?” he asks with an exaggeratedly exasperated sigh.
Mark's grin falters a little, that confidence wavering, which catches at something inside of him. He's actually kinda concerned for him now. Mark bits his lip, seeming to debate something heavily in his mind. Jack can only watch as Mark slowly comes to a resolution, brown eyes fixing back on his own blue.
“Go out with me?” Mark asks, faux-confidence ringing in every word.
“Ya don't have ta beat me in a wrestling match ta get me to hang out with ya, Mark - we spend most ‘f our weekends together, anyway.”
“No, Sean…” Mark looks a little frustrated at himself, and almost… nervous? Jack's not sure why - friend hangouts are pretty regular for them, something they both enjoy immensely, and-- “On a date. Go out with me… on a romantic date.”
At first, Jack gives a breathless laugh, sure he's joking (and hoping desperately he hasn't caught on to Jack's feelings yet), but the sincerity on his best friend's expression causes it to die out pretty fast. Does… he actually want to go on a date with him? He can't breathe for a moment, mind suddenly racing, trying to figure out what exactly he's supposed to make of this.
“You wanna… take me out… on a date? Real date?” Jack asks slowly, and Mark's gaze falls from his, landing on the wall beside him.
“Sorry, it's stupid, just… a thought. I don't know.” The pain and disappointment behind the words are so clear that Jack kinda aches for him.
“No!!! I-I mean… yes? Yes to the date, no to you trying to take it back, because don't you dare,” he says all in a rush, and Mark's eyes return cautiously to Jack's, confused, and a little… hopeful? How… long had he wanted this? “Marky, I'd… love to go on a date with you. 1000% yes. Like, it's not even funny how much I want that. Just to… try it, I mean. I…” He's not sure how casual this request is, doesn't want to be too eager - though his stomach is basically made of butterflies at this point - and yet doesn't want to appear too uninterested, because he is anything but disinterested.
Mark smiles slowly, something sweeter than the kind of smile he’d worn when he beat him, something fond and lovely and all for Jack, and he feels kinda like the breath’s been knocked out of him.
“Good, good!!! I… I wasn't sure you’d say yes.”
“I never thought you’d ask, so kinda the same boat,” Jack replies with a breathless chuckle. “I… I can't wait.”
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Memory - Bucky Barnes smut
The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink
Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting
A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullaby‘s challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink 💛 I had a blast writing it! Unbeta’ed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.
Bucky’s P.O.V.
“Okay, let’s play truth or dare!” I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.
There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.
She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.
Of course, her friends didn’t know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.
I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasn’t even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.
I’d accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.
Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. “Alright, let’s do this.” One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.
It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.
A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.
She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.
“So… Y/N…” He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.
“Yes, Simon.” He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.
He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. “Just tell us one of your kinks.”
It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.
“Oh, I don’t know… I guess.. Creampie?” Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.
It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.
“This is no fun now that she isn’t single.” A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.
“Something funny, little one?” I knew they’d take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didn’t, either.
“Not at all.” She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight.”
“Of course.” Thankfully, the game didn’t last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didn’t land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive “Who would you rather bang?” question.
“I think we’re gonna leave for the night,” she excused us even though I knew she wasn’t really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.
We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.
“Why do you like creampies to much?” The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didn’t surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.
“Dunno.” She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. “Guess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.”
The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.
“A breeding kink?” I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.
“Yeah, you know.” She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. “I like the idea of being bred. Even though I’m in no way ready to become a mother,” she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.
But I didn’t. I didn’t and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.
“Why is this so weird to you?” She inquired, head tilted in amusement. “You’re over a century old, I’m sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.”
And I mean… she wasn’t wrong. But I hadn’t thought about that for so long, I guess it didn’t occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.
“There’s no way you don’t have a breeding kink.” The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so I’d keep her close to me, but deny it.
“You know I can’t ‘breed’ anyone anymore, darling.” But she wasn’t giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, “Doesn’t mean you can’t like the idea of it.”
Even though I didn’t need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.
“Think about it, Buck…” Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.
“Wouldn’t you want to see me round with your child?” The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.
“See me carry your genes, continue your lineage… Wouldn’t you want that?” Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.
And I couldn’t deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didn’t beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.
“Are you trying to tempt me, doll?” She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.
“Is it working?” She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure she’d feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.
“Very well,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.
“So tell me,” she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. “Would you like to breed me, James?”
A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”
My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.
Y/N’s P.O.V.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.
Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didn’t matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.
“Tell me, doll,” he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. “Tell me you’d want to have my child. You’d look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldn’t you want that?”
I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought I’d ever get to explore.
“Answer me, little one.” His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, “I would, I would, daddy,” while pulling on his hair without even realizing.
He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.
I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, “tell daddy you want his cum inside of you.” Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.
What a mistake.
“Oh, so now you’re shy?” He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. “Want daddy’s cum so much but can’t be a good girl and beg for it?”
I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of “I love you, I love you,” tumbling out of my lips.
He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.
“Spread your legs for me, little one…” He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. “Let me see the mess I left there.”
I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.
“Oh, you look so good like that, darling.” I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. “But one question remains unanswered.” To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, “Why do you like the idea of breeding so much?”
That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about me…
So I admitted, “I like the idea of being yours… in this very scary, slightly territorial way.” At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.
“But you are mine,” he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.
“I know I am,” I recognized. “It’s just another way I’d like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well you’d take care of me…”
Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.
My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldn’t really grieve a future I’d never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.
“I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasn’t exactly what I meant, it was just enough. “I’m sorry that I can’t ever give you children.”
The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasn’t what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldn’t trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.
“It’s alright, babe,” I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. “I think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial… and much more final.”
Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didn’t need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.
“Aren’t you scared?” And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, “It’ll be worth it.”
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seeing their s/o’s nipple piercings
ateez x fem! reader
fluff, some members suggestive
requested by @tinkerbellwoo 💓💗 tysm ily!! (did you end up getting your nips pierced?!)
hongjoong:
WILL STARE 1/4
get ready for lots of questions
he’s gonna be a little shy though
opening the door into the studio, hongjoong seated in his chair- you couldn’t help the wicked grin on your face as you pace towards him.
“hey joongie~ you’ll never guess what i did”
spinning his chair around to look at you, hongjoong wished he didn’t start talking before he saw what you were doing. “hmmm you went and got me a- OH~!”
the view of your lifted up hoodie and newly pierced nipples on display made the man in front of you audibly suck in a whiny gasp. slapping his hands over his mouth, hongjoong quickly tried to cover up the awkward noise he made with a light giggle.
“u-ummm… what is this y/n?” he says unable to stop himself from staring hard at your chest. he knew it too, but you were so mesmerizing and your nipples hard from the cool air and pierced with silver made hongjoong’s face burn with a blush.
the more you talked about the whole idea of getting them pierced and why, and how long you’ve wanted them- hongjoong couldn’t help but reach his hand out to touch it. but before he could do anything, he let out a yelp as you smacked his hand away. “no sir! no touching- they hurt!”
the way his face contorted into this shocked, open mouthed flushed cheeks look- made you chuckle out. “a-ah sorry y/n! umm i just wanted to uh..” scoffing out in embarrassment, hongjoong took his head into his hands as he bend over in his chair. you were about to say ‘it’s okay’ and pull your hoodie back down, but when he jerked his head back up to look this time into your eyes you perked your eyebrow in question. and you couldn’t help but shiver after what he asked…
“y/n… how long until i get to touch them?”
seonghwa:
CHEEKY MR SMIRKER
literally smirks when he sees them
you’ll make him GULP for sure
“ugh it’s so hot in here babe, open a window” you whine out while sprawled across the couch fanning yourself. making seonghwa just give you a low chuckle to slip past his smiling lips while watching you squirm.
“well y/n, you are in layers.. you’ve literally had my sweater on for days” he spoke softly coming over to stop your flapping hands, and give them a quick kiss. “you know.. sometimes your man wants to see his pretty girl’s body~”
the way you opened your eyes so fast and brought your hands instinctively to cup your breasts- sent a low hum to come out of seonghwa, and seemingly enough sent you to stutter out some incoherent blabber. “w-what?? well i-“
“y/n. take off the sweater” his strong demand made your body sit up on the couch and scoot back slightly. his eyes burning into yours, as he leaned down further. “or do you want me to?”
it wasn’t really that you didn’t want him to take off your clothes- but because of what you were hiding, you thought he wouldn’t find out about your new piercings this way. so, with fumbling hands and giving seonghwa a small “no i’ll do i-it,” you lift his sweater over your head and get met with a click of his tongue.
“oh-? and you’ve been hiding these from me for how long?” seonghwa says through his tight lipped smirk, watching how you still went to cover your breasts through your tank top. bringing your hands up to play with your tops straps, seonghwa swallows in the sight of you. “well, just like a week maybe, more?”
“a week-?!” he exclaims unexpectedly loud, bringing his hand to pull down the front of your tank top so your breasts come into pure sight. he can’t help the groan that escapes him as he brings his finger up to trace the piercing, and the gasp that comes out of you.
“a week and i haven’t known about this?! y/n. this is going to be fun”
yunho:
WILL STARE 2/4
curious boy
he wants to touch this can go both ways
as yunho cooked himself some ramen in the kitchen, you sat in the living room and watched him from there- the two of you talking about the weeks plans, until you randomly blurted out a question you’ve been wanting to ask for a little while.
“yuyu, what do you think about nipple piercings?”
the choice of question made yunho immediately look at you with a little smile. he knew since you brought it up, it had to be something you’ve been thinking about and his opinion was important to you. so, putting down his bowl- yunho strutted over to your side of the couch and plopped himself down.
“and why is this relevant my love?” he asks back to you while tucking his legs up to his body and facing you, leaning his head into his propped hand on the couch cushion. seeing you blush softly and give him a little giggle- he knew you were embarrassed.
“well, it’s just.. i did something a little bit ago- and well-“ you mutter lowly while looking straight at his chest where a splatter of sauce catches your eye. your gaze making him look down himself, right at the stain. laughter comes out of him and it makes you snap out of your trance and blurt out the next statement.
“yunho- i got my nipples pierced!”
your confession made him stop his noises and cover his mouth, “wait what?”
“a couple weeks ago- you were gone on that trip and i wanted to do it, i didn’t know that i’d lowkey be regretting it and-“ your rambling stops when yunho kisses you quickly, cupping your cheek. “y/n, stop worrying” going in for another kiss- a little more passionate this time, he pulls back again and shifts his position. “well… let’s see em!”
and with taking off your shirt, the sight of your breasts perked out in front of him, decorated with silver and the small nervous breaths you let out- sent yunho into a crisis of his sanity.
“fuck- wow… they look so good..” his paused causing an extreme tension to fill the air, with you partly undressed and shy- yunho’s pants began to tighten
yeosang:
AWKWARD BOY at first
but he’ll come around ehehe
just force him to look
“yeo come here, i need your help!!” your shout echoed through the bathroom out into the bedroom where your boyfriend laid. his body tucked into bed, warm and tired- all got disheveled when he made his way towards you in distress.
“what is it babe-“ seeing your bare back facing him through the showers glass door, flexing with your arm contractions trying to open your body scrub lid. just the sight of your skin made him clear his throat nervously. you never failed to send him immediately into alert with your effortless beauty.
“this stupid thing won’t open, my hands are too slippery” touching your back, signaling for you to give the object to him- yeosang couldn’t help himself but to look down at your bare chest. and even with the split amount of time he glanced- he noticed.
you got your nipples pierced.
all of the sudden he had gotten warm all over, and when he got more quieter than usual you looked up at him. yeosang’s face flushed, and his eyes focused up- you knew he saw. none of it helped when you let out a giggle, “oh sangie… you saw~” not trusting his voice enough, all he gave you for an answer was a nod of his head.
“well-“ you start, fully facing him now “do you think they look okay?” making sure to slide your hands up your body to cup your breasts, you accent the freshly decorated flesh with a light push. watching his eyes dart down from your chest up to your face and then away repeatedly. he stuttered out, embarrassed from how fast he got distracted “yes! y-yes they do”
his response made you smile widely and kiss his lips softly, then with your hand- you bring it up to his neck and hold it softly, then pulling away from yeosang’s mouth you whisper for another reaction
“once they fully heal, i’ll let you play with them~”
san:
WILL STARE 3/4
lots of licking his lips
thinks you’ve exceeded the expectations of hot
“just let me see them y/n!!” san says with the biggest pout formed on his lips. currently tugging at your loose fit shirt in wanting of it off.
you mistakenly told him that you went and got your nipples pierced, and now he was continuing to pester you about showing him- because apparently he was the reason you got them.
well maybe it was a reason, but you’ve always wanted to get them done so you did. “no san! they are sore- i don’t want you to touch them!” you complain back with a matching pout, pushing at his chest. which made him start becoming fussy and succeeding at pulling up your shirt to where he saw your stomach.
“y/n- i am the one you got them for!! let me see!! i won’t touch them i promise baby! please!!”
you didn’t know how much more complaining you could handle so you gave in to the whiny man on top of you, “fine!! just don’t be weird san” he didn’t know what you really meant by weird, but neither did he care when you said yes. he gave you the biggest smile and lifted your shirt up for you easily now without your struggle.
when he got met with your chest, san didn’t look away- just dead panned straight on. gulping down the saliva he unexpectedly got from the view. “holy- y/n, fuck- you” and before he could say any more, you put and finger up to his wet lips and shushed him. “no, don’t get weird with it”
“but i’m not weird with it!! i’m sorry- i just happen to be very turned on-“ he can’t even finish over the small scream you let out from hearing his confession, “san!!!”
“but y/n seriously, you look so fucking gorgeous- i hope you don’t mind me taking all your shirts away forever now.. you’re going to be topless from now on”
mingi:
BLUSHES SO HARD
really actually is curious and wants to touch
loves how they look through your shirt
you told mingi that you got your nipples pierced, so when you came back from the appointment with just a tank top on- he was so excited.
from the bright blush on his cheeks, to the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face- mingi was hopping over the couch to come see you. “y/n!! oh my gosh- you’re here!!” his little giggles and stomps through the hallway made you feel so happy. he was so cute with his enthusiasm for something you thought was fun and cool to do.
and when he came into sight to you putting down your purse on the counter, he blurts out cutely “i see them through your shirt y/n” his honesty and bluntness never failed to make you laugh, “yes mingi baby, but do you wanna see them without the shirt?”
his small gasp and ‘yes’ chants gave you his answer, so lifting your tank over your chest- your breasts all perked up with its new accessory. mingi immediately brought out his hands with a grabbing motion. “no, no touching yet okay? i’m sorry” the pout formed on his face sent you small pings of sadness.
you couldn’t wait until they fully were ready to be played with, so mingi could one; be entertained, and two; feel pleasurably sensitive.
“y/n, but what if i want to hold your boobs? what am i going to do then?”
wooyoung:
WILL STARE 4/4
pops a boner right then and there
honestly probably the most dirty minded
peeling the potatoes that wooyoung had set out for you, he prepared the other ingredients for his dish. “thanks for the help babe~” the two of you were busying yourselves in the kitchen this evening, he had thought it be a good idea for you to get a good meal in after the little argument you had earlier about something you chose to do without his knowledge of.
you decided to get your nipples pierced about a month ago while wooyoung was out of town for work. you’ve been wanting them for awhile, and wooyoung knew that, but you didn’t end up telling him about it, and evidently he didn’t even know about it until tonight when he slipped his hand under your shirt and was met with metal.
“i still want to know how long this whole healing thing is going to take y/n.” he speaks up while stirring the boiling pot of ingredients and broth. “well it’ll be a couple months woo, i don’t know why you’re so uptight about it”
from the sink, which you were washing your hands at- wooyoung reached over and slapped your ass. causing a surprised yelp to come out of your mouth. “what the heck?!” you turn back to look at the smug face plastered on the male.
giving him a wrinkle of your nose and sticking out your tongue, you flick water into the vicinity of his face, making wooyoung playfully snarl. “it’s because i really want to use this to my advantage”
his statement peaking your interest, you finish drying your hands and then position yourself over the counter, propping your chest for the perfect view above for him. you try and look confused until he dumbs it down for you
“y’know for sex?”
jongho:
HE WILL ACT UNFAZED
but on the inside he’s screaming holy hell
PLEASE THE GASPS YOU MAKE WHEN HE TOUCHES I- he’s going to get horny i’m sorry
you could’ve sworn jongho knew about your nipple piercings from when you first got them, but you guess he just didn’t pay enough attention to it.
but with two weeks past, and no word out of the man about it- you wanted to make sure he saw them. so when you knew he’d be coming into the bedroom for something, you caught yourself in there before- taking off your shirt.
but to what he said, really surprised you
“y/n i know what you’re doing.” you stopped your movements and stood still, breasts out in the open room, open to his roaming eyes. jongho brought his hand up to scratch at his scalp as he began towards you slowly. “oh yeah, do you?”
your little remark back just made him smirk slightly and nod his head in affirmation, “mmhmm, you’re trying to catch me off guard and make me notice what you did to your pretty boobs, yeah i know.”
his confession left you with a blazing blush across your face and a hand to cover your bare chest, but with jongho’s sudden strut forward and stop to your hand from coverage, you didn’t know what was going on.
“i noticed at first, but i can’t handle it. it’s too much y/n, you don’t even know” his desperate tone and tighter grip to your wrist gave you a wave of sudden weakness, “wait, really jongho?”
“oh my fuck- yes! i just get so crazy around you, i don’t know what to do about it.”
once you let him get a feel, he’ll never go back… he just can’t when you’re so sexy and beautiful- making all the most pretty noises and reactions…
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Hold On
TaeyongxReader
Word Count: 3.7k
Summary/Warnings: based of this really old post here. Smut, stuffed animal kink?
first fic on the new blog! I’m losing my mind,
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You’d be slightly embarrassed to admit that the second Taeyong handed you the stuffed animal, it was as if it glued itself to your hands.
Yes you were slightly obsessed with the soft toy, but in your defense, it was the first present the boy had ever presented to you. Not only that, but it was also incredibly soft and, in its time spent hidden in Taeyong’s room as he tried to build the courage to give it to you, it had become permanently marked with his scent. These things, combined with its size, made it a perfect pillow.
So it never moved an inch from its corner of your bed. Waiting patiently every day for you to curl up, ready for sleep, and for you to pull it tightly into your chest. The only times it went untouched for the night, is the times you instead found yourself laid in the nest that was Taeyong’s bed, and it’s job as your pillow being taken over by his warm chest.
It was just a teddy bear. As classic as it could get with its brown fur and button eyes, but something about seeing it for the first time made Taeyong immediately think of you. You hadn’t been officially dating for too long, but he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t buy it right then and there, he just never anticipated how much nerve he’d have to build to actually give it to you.
But when he finally did, he was sure he had never seen something so adorable. The way your face lit up as you pulled it tightly against your chest, your neck bending slightly as you pressed your face into the fur. He could feel his chest tighten in endearment and his voice came out in nervous stutters when you thanked him with the same warm smile that was starting to feel exactly like home.
And he told himself, your reaction was what he found so cute. Yeah you holding it and cuddling into it was cute, but he was focused on your happiness.
So he didn’t really understand the way his stomach flipped when you let him into your room only days after to watch some movies and he saw it sitting perfectly next to your pillow as if it was waiting to see him again.
He shook off the weird feeling quickly, telling himself that he was just happy that you enjoyed the gift so much. And for that night it worked, and you innocently watched movies without a problem.
It wasn’t until about a week later did he have to admit that there was something else going on.
Same setting as the movie night only a handful of days before. Warm and cuddled into your bed, the sound softly pumping from the speakers of your tv. The soft brown teddy bear placed in his designated spot next to your pillow.
The only difference was his tongue rolling slowly over your clit and the quiet moans that fell from your lips.
The atmosphere in your room is so much softer than he’s ever experienced when he’s done stuff like this. Your muscles are completely loose as you sink into your mattress, the pleased noises you let out and the way your fingers tangle in his hair are the only indications that you’re still awake, as when his mouth first touched you, your eyes were sliding shut.
Your legs lay loosely against his back as he works you with his hot tongue. There’s no sense of urgency or impatience, allowing him to get a full taste of the arousal that builds between your legs. His hands smooth gently across the warm skin of your stomach letting him feel the muscles underneath the skin tense every time he hits a spot you particularly enjoy.
The second noises started coming from your pretty lips, his eyes had been trained on you. Watching the way the muscles in your face twitch and your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks every time he sucks the flesh of you clit tightly between his lips.
“Fuck Tae, I’m gonna come,” you whisper a warning, your fingers tightening around his scalp. He happily hums against you making you jerk and groan. He’s so enthralled by the way you start to squirm in pleasure, he’s thrown completely off guard at the feeling that hits him when you do it.
The hand that isn’t caught tangled in his hair starts to move eratically. He’s seen it before when you two had messed around. The promise of an orgasm making you so delirious your fingers would desperately search for something to ground you, but seeing that you usually only mess around in his room, you tend to find solace in crumpled up sheets. But in your bed, your fingers instead lock around your beloved teddy bear, and you’re pulling it to rest against your shoulder as you start to come hard on his waiting tongue.
You don’t seem to notice the quiet gasp he lets out when he sees this, as you’re too caught up with the orgasm that rips at your core. Luckily, regardless of his shock, he’s still able to lav his tongue against you to make it last just moments longer.
He’s unfamiliar with the feeling that claws at his stomach as he watches you twitch and shake with the stuffed toy lovingly gripped in your fingers. Something about it is so sweet and endearing while simultaneously makes him feel like he’s losing his mind.
He’s so thrown off by it, he decides to not bring it up, and even when you’re desperately pleading for him to let you wrap your lips around him in return, he can only wrap you in his arms and your blanket and tell you that it’s too late and you need to go to sleep.
And for a while after that, he didn’t really have to think about it. His room is the usual setting for your sexual escapades, that one time in yours was just an act of taking advantage that your roommate was out visiting family. So realistically he should have just put it aside and forgot about it, but that would just be too easy.
He thinks about it often. The scenes of it flashing randomly through his mind while he works or plays games, and he even shamefully thought about it when he was alone and touching himself to the thought of you. But it was at its absolute worst when you were together. Every time he pushed a whine past your lips, or when you started to come around him, a little demon in his brain would say, ‘now imagine if there was that cute little bear you got, just in perfect arms reach to grab.’
He just didn’t get it! What was it about you holding it as you came that got in his head so much. The amount of time he spent staring blankly at the wall trying to pick apart this new kink of his was bordering embarrassing, but he decided it was a combination of things. First, he always liked stuffed animals, he had a few himself that he’d push to the floor when you came to stay. Second, he liked you, a lot (that being a very easy factor to discover), and he liked making you come just as much.
Another factor was he knew it had something to do with it being a gift he gave you and how you would even refer to it as his bear as if he still owned it in some way. But the last, and probably most prominent factor, was that it was just cute enough to be corruptible. He knew that something about him making you feel so good and come so hard, that your mind would go blank, so blank that the first thing you’re subconscious mind would turn to is the soft and warm comfort item that he bought you, made him feel unhinged.
And he wanted to do it again.
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First, he wanted to test if it was just that bear, or if it could be any stuffed toy he had a connection to.
You were coming over again and he was dead set on fucking you. This was this least uncommon thing in the world, but this time he just forgot to move one stuffed animal off his bed before he had sat down in only a pair of loose sweatpants to play games.
The large baby pink rabbit laid in the center of his bed when you walked in, seemingly keeping it warm as he sat at his desk playing games. You had seen it before so it hadn’t shocked you, but it was odd that he hadn’t moved it to sit on the floor at the end of his bed like usual.
But you weren’t one to complain, about the toy at least, so you just flopped as loudly onto his bed as possible and began calling his name and jokingly begging for attention like you’d do any other time.
He felt like an evil genius as he turned his chair slowly to face you, a deceivingly sweet smile pulling on his lips when he saw you had already claimed the soft rabbit without thought, the toy that had been seeped in his scent now tucked into your chest as you all but spoon it with your nose pressed against its ear. And his heart beat only ran faster when, as he stood to walk over to where you lay, he saw the way you subconsciously hug it tighter as if you feared he’d take it from you.
“You like the new friend you found?” He asks it in a taunting tone.
“Well yeah,” you keep your hold on the toy as you turn to lay on your back, your legs falling open as he stands between them, “you always put it away from me, so I have to take as much time with it as I can get.”
“Well then I won’t put it away this time baby since you like it so much,” he finishes his words with a huff, his eyes trailing across the scene below him. The way you’re laid out, soft and comfortable against his bedding while holding the toy, you’re so pretty and sweet smiling up at him, it’s enough to push him to put his plan into action.
“You don’t plan on letting it go at any point tonight?” he asks with a slight teasing tone, but the expression he wears tells you he still expects an answer. You shake your head softly in response, tightening your arms around it and your legs around his hips to prove it even more, “well if that’s the case…”
His fingers wrap around the bend of your knees, pulling them up higher on his hips and tugging you down the bed enough that your crotch brushes against his. He only grins and runs his cold fingers up your thighs when you grumble in response.
“do you think you can still hold on to it while I fuck you?” he asks so casually, a tilt to his head being the only indication of his mischievous mind set, that it throws you off for a moment.
“While you what?” you finally find the push to respond, your brain taking a moment to piece your thoughts together.
“While I fuck you,” he enunciates clearly, his eyes boring into yours as he reaches for the band of your pajama shorts.
He leaves you stuttering and shocked as his cold fingers dip below the fabric of your underwear, and as you lie there still trying to process his words, he tugs your shorts and underwear down and throws them behind his shoulder.
“What do you say baby?” he doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s bending forward, his head tilting as if he is scolding you as he pushes a slender finger into where your arousal begins to build, “you’d like to hold onto your cute little friend while I ruin you wouldn’t you.”
“Fuck Tae please,” you finally gasp out, your hips tilting towards him and your nails sinking into the soft fur of the rabbit.
“So cute,” he coos at you as he slowly works you with one finger, brushing his chapped lips and nose over the skin of your face as he waits for you to get wet enough for a second.
When he finally does, you’re panting. Your breath warm and gasping as his middle and ring fingers pump into you faster than you had mentally prepared for.
The heel of his palm digs into your clit while his greedy mouth devours the skin of your neck, and the pleasure that shoots throughout your nerves leaves you whining and squirming beneath him.
You don’t need to answer his original question. With the way he works you now, you can’t imagine letting the grip you have on his stuffed animal go even if you wanted. The soft fur being the only thing grounding you as you fall apart around his fingers.
He’s brought back to the first moment in your room when he hears the whining pitch that you fall into with your moans. The flush of warmth that runs over him from noises you make makes his whole body tense and causes a chain reaction when his fingers curl inside you, making you yelp in shock.
The growl he lets out when your free hand grabs his bicep and your nails dig into his skin is involuntary, but the harsh bite he sinks into your neck is retaliation.
You sound like you're bordering on hyperventilating when he sucks the skin between his teeth into his mouth to form a bruise, and with only a few more rolls of his palm, you feel pleasure shoot up your spine as you start to come.
Your eyes are watering as you wrap yourself around him, the toy squishing between your shoulders as you cling to him and whine. His fingers don’t slow down in the slightest as he works you through the orgasm, the way you tremble and curl around him with the toy still in your hold has his mind reeling and he can’t push himself to calm down.
Your mind is still fuzzy when he finally pulls away, and with the quickness of his motions, you don’t even connect that his fingers aren’t still pressed into you.
His still wet fingers curl around the bend of your knee, and he's pushing your knee towards your chest before you can even collect your scattered mind, and it's not until he’s sinking into you inch by inch do you come back to reality with a gasp.
“Look at my sweet baby,” he taunts as he shallowly rocks into you. His free hand trails up your side, taking a moment to tug at the rabbit and smile at the way you defensively hold it tighter, before wrapping his fingers gently around your neck, “you’re just so sensitive that you need your little friend huh?”
“Pleeeease,” your voice shakes as you let out the only word your shivering body allows.
He stands straight now as he harshly knocks into you, leaving your free hand to grasp frantically his crumpled sheets as your pushed higher on the bed.
He’s had you beneath him more times than he could count, every time he remembers as being more amazing than he could imagine, but something about this is different.
Your chest radiates warmth as you pant and moan, the muscles in your legs twitching harshly as you try to keep up with the pleasure you feel. Your eyes flutter as you try to watch him, your body rocks subconsciously as you try to match his motions, and you clench tightly around him making him spill just as many noises as you.
Though, of everything you do, the one thing he can’t pull his eyes away from, is the way you still cling onto his toy.
He had convinced himself that, even if you agreed to it, that the stuffed toy would be long forgotten once things got started, but the way you lay in front of him now, tells him you have no intention of letting go.
He can almost feel his heart beat in his throat as he watches you. The way you curl and arch against his bed, how cute you look in your old tshirt with the rabbit’s head pushing gently against your temple, makes him feel like he’s been handed heaven on a silver platter.
He can't imagine anything more beautiful than the scene in front of him, until he sees your hand wandering again.
Instead of reaching for his shoulder or his hands like usual, your fingers trail down your own skin. The way your face twists in pleasure tells him your hand moves with almost no thought, and before he can move to grab it, your rolling your clit softly beneath the pads of middle and ring fingers.
“You wanna come again that bad?” he doesn’t mean to sound mean when he asks, but there’s a mischievous energy in his chest he’s never really felt before this moment. He can’t help the pridefulness and glee he feels at you being so willing to indulge in his off requests, and he admits right then that this is something he’ll never let go. That night so long ago wasn’t a fluke at all, but rather you whining and moaning as you fall apart around him was just as beautiful and raunchy as he had hoped.
“Pretty little thing, you’ve always been insatiable,” he would have almost felt like a school bully with the way he spoke to you, but the shivering and puppy eyes he gets from you in response only encourages him.
“Please Taeyong, please please make me come,” you pout and plead up at him, the feeling you crave only a few pushes away as your stomach flutters and flexes in anticipation and pleasure, “want you to come in me so bad.”
He feels something inside him snap at the words that push past your lips, and the hand around your neck and his thrusts only become rougher. A yelping gasp that comes from you is the only thing he needs to know he’s done exactly what you wanted.
With a few more rolls of your cramping fingers, you're coming hard around him. Your second orgasm hits you harder than the first, the way he continues to stretch you pushing you through every second, and all you can do is squeeze the toy rabbit as your back arches sharply off the bed.
He loses the grip on your knee as your legs wrap around him, and the way you force him against you and the way you feel wrapped around him sets his own orgasm off. The pleasure making his chest press against your as you two rock against one another mindlessly.
His voice is raspy and dark as he lets out his own moans into your ear, and the noises only make you grasp for him to pull him closer. Your fingers curl into his hair as you return to a position similar to the one you only had momentarily after your first orgasm, but this time your clinging pushes him to the side and his moans slip into endeared chuckles, grunts, and groans.
You make no move to let him slip from you as he softens inside you, but instead you wiggle until your face is pressed into the dip of his neck and the rabbit is pressed against his side as you hold them both. You’re still racked with aftershocks, and the only thing you two can do is twitch against each other as every motion pushes him against the nerves inside you, making overstimulation bite at both of your bellies.
After what feels like an eternity of laying there, the only sounds surrounding you is your own panting and the quiet sound of the pause screen music coming from his game. But with a quiet huff and his fingers pushing under your shirt to run over your spine, he finally speaks again.
“Sorry… if that was ...weird,” he sounds unsure of his wording, sucking air through his teeth as he rolls his thoughts around his mind, but you only cuddle further into him in response, “I get it if that’s not something you’d ever want to do again.”
“Hm?” you let the noise slip out in confusion as it takes the words and your previous actions connect, “oh the stuffed animal?”
“Yeah that was… I could have asked before instead of springing it on you like that, that was kind of weird,” you can hear him grit his teeth in hesitation, “and I know you’re into the dirty talk thing but I was a little harsh. It was all just weird I’m sorry.”
“Taeyong,” you push up with your elbow on the bed to move just far enough away to look into his eye, “I mean if you’d be more comfortable bringing it up beforehand when you want to try something then of course, but no what just happened was really hot.”
“Are you serious?”
You have to jerk back slightly with a laugh when he springs up slightly with his own words, but the way you grin at him calms him almost instantly.
“Yeah I mean, the way you acted and everything, and I’m absolutely not against getting to hold onto something while you fuck me, I liked it,” you let out a dramatically airy sigh as you lay against him again, a question popping into your mind once you’re settled.
“Where did this idea even come from, I’m usually never anywhere near your stuffed animals when I come over?”
“Oh, um I doubt you remember but one day when I was at your place, you grabbed that little bear I got you when you were coming and I just never could stop thinking about it,” he admits trailing off towards the end, almost shameful.
“My bear!” you’re sitting up again, a scandalized look on your face as you swat at his chest, “that’s my most prized possession you pervert!”
“Hey! You’re the one that grabbed it while coming, pervert!”
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for the requests could I ask for Post Sarlacc Boba and Scars please????
Of course you can! I think we all need a little soft Boba from time to time, so here we go....
96. Scars
Post Sarlacc!Boba Fett x Reader
Boba Fett had never even once taken his helmet or even his gloves off around you. Even after working as the palaces doctor for the past three years. At first you had assumed he was like silver mandalorian that came and went, not able to show his face to others, but after making an off hand comment about it while looking at Fennec's prosthetics you had learned that was very much not the case.
Now knowing the truth, you often found your eyes trailing after Boba’s figure wondering quietly to yourself what lay underneath the green painted armor. And you figured you never would so you allowed your mind to wander and try and imagine the man, nothing ever felt right though.
The curiosity only got worse, when the gifts and soft words started. Boba never came to you for medical help, but you often found him stopping by to ask if you needed anything or if anyone was causing you trouble. That slowly turned into Boba showing up to the med center you were provided, and silently helps you clean things up for the night and walk you to your room just a few halls away, never failing to leave you with out a quiet, and rumbling, "Goodnight little doctor."
And the gifts, oh the gifts. They started showing up randomly. Anything from expensive medical equipment you had mentioned offhandly saying it would make somethings easier, or little gifts of treats or clothes that were some how exactly your size. Each gift never came with a note or any indication of who it was from, but with the way Boba always sized you up in the clothes, and gave off an air of pride when you talked about the gifts, it wasn't too hard to figure out who the gifts were from.
You couldn't help but feel affection grow for the gruff man, and you knew you were a complete goner for the man who you had never seen when Fennec started teasing you for your lingering looks. And while you flushed under her good natured teasing, you never denied the feelings you had developed for the man.
Then late one evening Boba did not show up at the medical room, and you instantly felt yourself fall into worry. You knew he was in the palace, he always told you when he'd be leaving, and Boba had never once missed a night to walk you to your room. So after waiting roughly fifteen minutes after you had finished clean up, you went in search of him, which eventually lead you to the throne room. The room was still packed even for the late hour, so it was relatively easy to slip in and blend in with the other's crowding the room, and your heart panged in relief when you saw Boba up on the throne, looking fine and unharmed at first glance. You decided to stick around for a few minutes, something nagging at you not to leave yet.
Then you saw it, it was small and something the untrained eye wouldn't necessarily notice, but Boba had gently reached over and rubbed at his forearm and wrist like they were bothering him. Shortly after you watched his hand twitch, before rubbing against his knee, and you knew then that he was obviously hurting, and that was most likely the reason he had not come to visit you, always the worrier and never letting you worry about him. You clenched your jaw, trying to think of a way to get him to let you help, when you caught Fennec's gaze. You panicked at first, thinking she was going to blow your cover and whisper to Boba about your presence, but instead she motioned discreetly to Boba and gave you a look that said clear as day, he needs help but isn't going to ask for it.
It was then that you made your decision. Slowly you made your way to the cleared area in front of the throne, bowing your head and allowing the worry to show on your face in hopes to sell the act you were about to put on.
"My king, if I could have a second of you time?"
The response you recieved was only a grunt of acknowledgement, which you took as a yes. You lifted your head, and held your hands behind your back as you looked up at Boba’s helmeted face.
"My king, if you would, there is something down in the medical space that I think you should really take a look at. That is if you have the time of course."
You watched as Boba’s chest rose in a deep breath before he nodded, and said, "Lead the way doctor."
You shot him a smile of thanks, and bowed your head again, and taking note of how he clenched his hands as he stood up, and walked down to where you stood. Quickly, the two of you made your way through the halls, and your felt your heart pang as you saw Boba slip and show a slight limp a few times on your way there.
The second you walked into the room, you started switching on the lights again, as Boba followed you in, quietly asking, "What was it your needed to show me, little one?"
Instead, you turned to him with a stern look and pointed to a medical cot and said, "Sit."
You could feel the confusion radiating from Boba, but he did not fight you following what you told him to do.
"You are hurting," you said bluntly, knowing that with Boba it would be better just to get to the point, "Why didn't you come to me?"
You heard the man let out a heavy sigh, before he rubbed at his knee again and said, "They are nothing but old injuries, nothing much you can do."
You said his name softly, and walked forward until you were standing if front of him. "I can ease some of the pain, please let me help."
Boba did not say anything in agreement, but he also did not say anything to say no, so you turned and grabbed tub of ointment, it contained a small level of bacta that soaked into old scars and help ease pain, something you used yourself on occasion. Turning around, you smiled softly, and said, "Here, rub this on the spots that hurt, it'll help make the pain fade to the point of being more bearable."
Boba looked at you for a few minutes, before letting out a sigh, and saying, "Thank you, little one, but you are going to need alot more than that to help with my pain....."
You just looked at him confused, and worried. Was he in more pain than you thought? You started thinking through what ease you could do for him, when Boba had shocked you completely. Slowly he reached up, and took of the helmet, allowing you to take in his face for the very first time, and maker was he handsome, his brown eyes that seemed to look deep inside of your soul and full lips pulled tight in worry of your reaction, and the scars, oh the scars. They did not take away from Boba’s rough beauty, infact you found that to you they added to it, they showed what all he had fought through during his life and made you understand what was causing his pain.
"The scars, the ugly things, are everywhere, to cover them all you would need more of that stuff."
You pursed your lips, and thought for a second, taking in Boba’s face, and his guarded eyes which were waiting for your disgust or rejection. Instead, you took a step forward and opened the jar, scooping out some of the gel and smoothing it over the the biggest scar covering his forehead, and relishing in the soft sigh that came from Boba's lips. Then you spoke up and said, "Well, we can start with the ones that hurt the most for now, and stock up on this stuff......and my king, the scars are not ugly...they add character, they show how hard you have fought in this life, and I.....I think they add to how handsome you are."
Boba watched you for a few seconds before dipping his head and saying, "My knees and back are what hurt me most, and... today my right arm has been bothering me."
You nodded, and gave him a smile, happy that he was letting you help him, so you asked, "Do you want me to help you, or would you rather take the jar and do it yourself?"
Boba didn't really answer, well not verbally. Instead, he looked into your eyes, and took in your open and earnest face, before reaching down and starting to strip off his armor. Feeling heat raise in your face, you turned to give him a little bit of privacy, and only turned when he grunted that he was ready. When you turned around you knew he was going to be pretty much naked, but you were not prepared for much the sight of his body was going to affect you. Gulping, your tried to push the heat simmering in your belly aside, as you smiled and swallowed thickly.
Gently, you walked behind him, and started smearing the gel along his shoulders before moving downwards. The entire time, you could help but take advantage of feeling the rippling muscles moving and relaxing beneath your fingers, you took in how perfectly built and wide his shoulders and back were, cherishing each bump and scar that marred his tanned flesh. When you were done with that, you moved back around and kneeled in front of Boba, refusing to meet his eyes, as you worked on spreading the gel across his knees. When you were finished, you swallowed, and bit your lip as you grabbed onto Boba’s thick, muscled forearm and gently slid it towards you. Carefully you rubbed gentle circles along his forearm, before flipping it over and down the same with the other side. Then, with a last minute impulsive decision, you worked the gel along his fingers and palm, taking extra care at each knuckle, before switching to repeat the entire process with his other arm. When you were finished, you took a second to watch the way his fingers twitched, before you started to raise your gaze. "There is more in the jar, is there any-"
You were immediately cut off by Boba’s hand reaching under your chin and lifting your face to meet his own in a kiss that took your breath away. It wasn't hurried, nor was it passionate, but I was soft and slow, and held more feeling than you had been expecting from the crime lord. When he pulled away, your eyes stayed closed for a second, before sliding open and making contact with his own.
"Thank you, doc."
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Assassin
Based on this request: hi! may i request ramsay x female reader where Y/N is a sellsword hired to assassinate roose and ramsay. she kills roose on the same night that ramsay was planning to do it so he is watching from the shadows. some type of romantic ending? thank you <3
Here you are! *Characters are NOT mine!*
Warnings: Violence, death, angst, a little steamy, I guess?...as romantic as I could make Ramsay.
Pairings/Characters: Ramsay Bolton x fem!reader, mentions of Roose Bolton
No one ever suspects the woman. Women in Westeros didn't do what you did. Sure, they could be knights or blacksmiths as well as ladies or wives and mothers. But, as far as you knew, you were the only female sellsword/assassin outside of Braavos. Because of that, you were often hired to carry out even more violent acts than male sellswords, much like your current assignment.
After Sansa Stark managed to flee Winterfell, she ran to the North. From there, word reached Petyr Baelish of Ramsay and Roose Bolton's horrendous deeds. That was why he hired you. To eliminate the threat without need for another big battle. There had already been too many in the passing years. Not that it mattered to you. But Baelish's gold was good and you took the job without hesitation.
That was how you found yourself walking through the corridors of Winterfell. With the birth of a new baby happening, no one in the castle noticed when a new servant just randomly appeared. Well that's what you thought at least. There was one person that noticed, but by the time he had, it was too late.
Ramsay's POV
Ramsay slid the dagger into his shirt and made his way to where he was certain his father would be. He was still trying to determine whether he would take care of his father before or after the birth of the babe. However, before he could make up his mind, Ramsay stopped in his tracks. As he suspected, there were only three people in the room. His father, a guard, and you. That was what made Ramsay pause. He'd never seen you before. He was absolutely certain of that. And when you told the guard that the captain of the guard was summoning him, his interest was piqued.
The newly legitimize Bolton sank into the shadows when Roose waved the guard off, leaving just the two of you. Ramsay watched as you flashed Roose a smile and congratulated him on his newest child. You drew close to the table in order to take away Roose's plate, but backed away quickly when someone approached, announcing that a son had indeed been born.
Ramsay clenched his fists. He needed you out of the room. Now. He couldn't let his father suspect anything. Ramsay's eyes found your form again as you reached to take away the plate. Adrenaline coursed through his veins only to turn ice cold when he heard the sound of steel piercing flesh. He heard you whisper something to Roose before the man slumped forward onto the table.
When you pulled back, Ramsay could see your own knife glinting in the sunlight and dripping with his father's blood. He couldn't deny the sudden, thrilling shudder than went down his spine. You had just killed a lord and your face showed no fear. At least, until your eyes searched the room for an exit, only to land on Ramsay. You stiffened and muttered a curse under your breath before launching the bloody knife in Ramsay's direction.
Thanks to your distraction, the blade missed its target, embedding itself in the wood next to Ramsay's head. Ramsay tsked, the sound echoing through the nearly empty room. Another curse flew from your lips as you turned on your heel to flee. Ramsay was on you in an instant, pinning you to the floor.
He lifted himself up slightly so he could turn you around and look at your face. You struggled against him for a moment, your (e/c) eyes flashing. "Release me," you growled out. Ramsay chuckled. "I'm afraid I can't do that. You did just kill a lord after all." You stopped thrashing and gave a little shrug. "Lords die all the time. It's in their nature when they're mad dogs."
Ramsay tried his hardest to bite back the chuckle that wanted to escape him, but it was no use. He laughed. Not his usual laugh, but a deep laugh that shook his entire body, and yours. "Perhaps it is. However, that particular lord was also my father and mine to kill." For the first time, your eyes showed true fear. "You're Ramsay Bolton?"
A smirk made its way to Ramsay's lips. "You aren't fooling me. I know you've been watching this place. It's the only way you could have known who to get close to and how to infiltrate this castle." It was your turn to smile, instantly confirming Ramsay's suspicions.
"Very well, you caught me. Now what are you going to do? If I don't report back, my employer won't be too happy." Ramsay hummed in response to that. The thought of taking on another lord's army was tempting. But then again, so was the current position you were both in. What to do?
"Well, I could let you go. Or I could have you executed for killing Lord Roose Bolton." You made a gesture with your head that seemed to say "true, true", but then you met his eyes again. "And with a flick of my wrist, I could give you the same treatment you gave poor Theon Greyjoy." For a moment, Ramsay was confused, but then he felt the point of a knife poke his thigh. "You didn't think I came all this way with only one knife, did you?"
At that, Ramsay actually froze. He didn't know what to do. His mind was racing and his blood coursed through him in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. Not even with Myranda. It only took him a moment to realize why. He wanted you. He wanted you to be his. He didn't love you, of course, but he loved this little game. You spoke to him without fear. Threatened him without mercy. Toyed with him the way a cat does a mouse. It sent shivers down his spine in the best possible way. The realization was so unexpected, he didn't feel it when your hand pointed the knife away. In fact, he didn't notice much until he found his own back against the cold, stone floor.
Somehow, you'd managed to roll you both over without your knife slicing either one of you. Now, you were hovering over him, your lips merely centimeters from his and your knife to his throat. Ramsay's hand automatically gripped your hips. "You know, I was hired to kill you as well. Now, I'm not so sure. I quite like this game," you whispered, although every word seemed much louder in the empty room.
"Still...I can't stay. It won't be long until the guards come back." You cocked your head to the side and hummed in contemplation. With a smile, you drew your face closer to his. Ramsay felt his entire body nearly catch fire in anticipation. What were you going to do? Would you kill him or were you feeling the same things as he?
Your lips brushed his lightly before the sound of armor could be heard approaching the doors. With a sigh, you sat back up. "Sorry we have to cut this short." Using the knife, you swiped Ramsay's gold pouch and moved to get off him completely. Ramsay's grip on you tightened, causing you to look down at him with an arched brow. "Your name?" You smirked and lowered down. "You'll have to figure it when we meet again, my lord." You pressed your lips against his fervently.
You pulled away as the doors opened, making it look like you were still in the process of attacking Ramsay rather than kissing him. The guards merely stood there for a moment. You rolled your eyes, jumped off Ramsay, and headed for the nearby window. Ramsay thanked whatever deities there were that Winterfell had tall and wide windows. You flashed your eyes to him for a brief moment then jumped down into the night.
Chaos ensued, but Ramsay hardly noticed. He raced to the window only to find that you had already vanished into the shadows. He bit back a smile and laugh. He barked his orders for the guards to find you. It was a game of cat and mouse now. A game Ramsay intended to win and, by the end, you would be his and only his. For the rest of your days.
(a/n: I hope you like it! I’m always stuck on writing romance for Ramsay.)
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I just wanted to be a swan
pairing: bang chan x reader
genre: angst, fluff, but mostly angst
warnings: low self-esteem, body hate/dislike, eating disorders, swearing, food, insecurities, arguing DONT READ IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH IT!
wc: 2.003
note: so this scenario has been going through my head for quite a while now, and I tried writing it by myself lol. Hope it's good ;) I've also sent a request to @channienet about the same topic, so make sure to check her interpretation out as well! enjoy!
summary: Due to Chan's heavy working schedule, spending time alone was a thing you couldn't quite befriend with, especially after you've noticed some changes you have gone through. There is a to change it, but it isn't quite... let's say healthy. How will Chan react, after he finds out? Will he even care? (dude I'm shit at writing summary lol)
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Taking a bath was normally something that should be considered relaxing or calming. You've always enjoyed letting the hot water surround your body whilst taking all the dirt and negativity off that you have collected during stressful days at work.
But lately, taking a bath wasn't as enjoyable anymore as it once was. Chris has been working a lot lately, due to the kingdom stage and their nearing comeback. He has been spending more and more time at the company, working on producing new tracks for him and the kids, often staying at the dorms because they were closer to the studio than the apartment you shared. So you were left alone, by yourself.
Even though you wished he would be by your side while you were falling asleep, you couldn't be mad at him. You knew what his work meant to that boy and you would never tell him to stop doing what he loves just so you could spend some time together.
But being alone also meant that you had to kill the boredom somehow and, thanks to Felix's Brownie and Cookie recipes, you had the perfect thing to do in the meantime. Baking and eating delicious desserts.
You were just stepping out of the bathtub, grabbing the towel you had prepared, and drying yourself with it. Once your body was half-dried, you turned around to hang the towel back at the hanger, so it could dry properly.
And at that moment, you knew, you've fucked up. You couldn't avoid looking at your wet, naked body in the hot, steamy mirror near the hangers.
You always hated looking at it, but thanks to the sweets you had been eating lately, looking at yourself only made you feel sicker than it ever did.
You couldn't tear your gaze off the excess of flesh around your tummy and thighs and the stretch marks, that decored your boobs only seemed to scream "Look at me!". You slowly turned around and saw the tiger stripes creeping up your bum and the undersides of your arms.
'Fucking disgusting', that little voice in your head sneered.
'How could I let this come this far?', you thought. At this point, you were somehow happy Chris wasn't here, knowing he would be disgusted with how you've changed.
You've always felt a bit insecure by his side, knowing you could catch up with neither his attractiveness nor his muscular godlike body. But seeing yourself like this destroyed every little self-esteem you had left in your cells.
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It has been nearly two months since 'the incident' in the bathroom and you couldn't shake that feeling of disgusts off. Not even for one second.
You only wanted to try a one-week detox diet that was blowing up all over social media, hoping you could lose a little bit of weight, so you would be back to normal. But seeing the numbers on the scale dropping so unbelievably quickly only made you realize that you could look even better than you thought you could.
You kept on following the diet and restricting everything that wasn't included, not noticing that restricting also damaged your mind.
One time, Han and Felix asked you if you wanted to have lunch with them and the others, but fear crept up you back as soon as you thought about the food they would have ordered, knowing that you would only gain weight again if you didn't follow the rules.
So you stayed home, keeping yourself isolated from your friends and most importantly, Chan.
You were lying on my bed, scrolling through Tumblr when Chris' Caller ID showed up and your phone started to ring. You sighed lowly, not wanting to talk to him.
Over the past few months, you stopped showing up at the studio, being afraid the boys would notice the changes your body went through, thanks to the diet. You were happy about it, knowing that you were losing weight, but you haven't reached my goal. You were afraid, they would judge you the way you did when you looked at yourself.
"Chris?"
"y/n? Han just told me that you weren't coming over. Are you okay? Y-" Chris's muffled voice appeared and you felt instant regret deep in your guts, knowing how much fun you guys had when you spent time together back in the days.
"Yeah, I'm okay Channie, don't worry. I just feel a little sleepy. I'll come next time. Promise" You tried your best to sound optimistic or at least not too sad, hoping Chris would believe your lie. "Okay," he mumbled, "I love you, baby girl".
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You knew you were in big troubled the second Chris opened the fridge, seeing no food in there.
He randomly decided to stay over the weekend, saying that he missed you. You weren't ready for this, knowing that you couldn't hide the signs of the 'passion' you had developed in time.
"Why is there no food?" You fumbled with the arms of Chris sweater you were wearing while looking at the ground. "I've forgotten to go grocery shopping" You answered.
"But there is nothing in there, y/n. Nothing" He walked over and took hold of your cold hands while looking you straight in the eyes.
"Why is there no food?" Chris asked again.
"I just told you I forgot to go grocery shopping, Chan. Relax" You snapped back, getting anxious about the fact that he could notice something.
You were nearing your goal, even though you knew that you could never be satisfied with how you looked. He couldn't just come over and ruin all the progress you've made after being not here for so long. He doesn't have the right to do this.
"Don't fuck around, y/n. You always have at least some butter in your house. Where is the butter? Where is Ramen? You must have some food here!"
Your body started to shake as you heard his voice rise, keeping your gaze low, not daring to look him in the eyes right now. He was right.
You always had something at home, so you could quickly cook something when you were hungry. But you didn't saw a point in keeping food at home if you wouldn't eat it anyway. It would just rot.
"Y/n look at me" he whispered, after realizing that you were trembling. Chris gently grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. You were expecting to see anger, but the only thing you saw in his brown orbs was sadness.
You started to tear up after you noticed it, knowing that he put one and one together. You missing out on lunch with the boys, you not showing up at the studio to bring him food and spend with him there, listening to his tracks, you not having any food at home. It was obvious, but you still hoped he wouldn't notice.
Chris slowly took you in his arms, noticing how your figure felt smaller and bonier than before. It made him sick, knowing what you did to yourself. 'Why would my girl do something like this?' he thought 'how could my little princess torture herself this much?' But he couldn't find a 'because'.
In his eyes, you were the best thing that happened to him. You were the prettiest girl on earth. Warm tears were running down his pale cheeks, dropping to the floor.
He couldn't stop blaming himself for what you did. Maybe if he would have been there, he could have stopped you. Maybe if-
"Channie?" You quietly asked, looking up at his tear-stained cheeks. "Channie why are you crying? We can go to the store and grab something if you want. You don't-"
"Why have you been doing this to yourself, y/n?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why haven't you been eating"
Well, shit.
"What are you talking about, Channie?"
"Don't fucking lie to me, it's too obvious for you to do so. Why haven't you been eating?"
"I... I, I'm pressured Chan" You answered, knowing that he wouldn't believe you if you would tell him otherwise. Telling him the truth was the only option at this point, even though you didn't want to.
"Pressured?"
"Yes"
"Princess, I don't understand what you mean by that"
You shook your head and let go of him, before walking over to the couch and sitting down with a low sigh. "Maybe you shouldn't understand," I said.
"Jesus, y/n" I heard him mutter under his breath. He walked over and sat on the floor, in front of you, looking at you with a scared expression.
"Please tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours. I can see that you have lost weight, but I don't understand why. I mean, you are the prettiest human I have ever seen in my whole life, why would you do something like that?"
"Why do you even care? It's not like you here anyway" you simply said, grabbing your phone, trying to ignore him.
After he noticed your intentions, he quickly took your phone out of your hands, placing it on the coffee table behind him.
"Hey! Give me my phone back, you dump a-"
"Fucking stop it, y/n. Stop ignoring me. I care for you because I love you! You are my everything and I know I haven't been home lately, but at least I tried making time for you and inviting you to the studio", he said, "but you never came! Don't act like it's only my fault we haven't seen each other."
You looked at him with wide eyes, shaking your head. He was right, it was also your fault. And you hated the fact that he was right. "I-"
"Please y/n, please stop turning away from me and closing up. I-I know it's not easy to open up, but I'm here for you. I'll always be."
"Well, I... I couldn't, no, I can't feel happy when I look like this, Channie. I mean, look at you, look at your perfect body and your perfect personality and your perfect everything! I don't fit in. I don't fit in, because I am the ugly duck surrounded by beautiful swans. I just... wanted to be a beautiful swan, Channie."
That's it. You've made it. You've told him what was going through your mind all the time.
He slowly pulled you off the couch, into his lap. He could feel your seat humps against his thighs, how bony and strong they were. Chris shook his head in disbelieve, another wave of sadness crushing over him.
"You are perfect, baby girl. You are perfect in every single way. You always were the most beautiful swan I have ever seen in my entire life. I love everything about you, y/n. I love how your thighs wiggle whenever you run towards me when we meet, I love how curves look in that dress I brought you a year ago, I love how your stretch marks are decorating your body like silverish paint. I don't want you to change for me, because you are perfect the way you are. Jesus, even Hyunjin said you are even prettier than himself, and that means a lot. Please don't hurt yourself like this, princess. You are destroying yourself"
He took hold of your hands and kissed your palm.
"I promise I'll stop working so much, so I can spend more time with my beautiful girlfriend, but please... stop hurting yourself" he whispered, searching for any signs of discomfort in your eyes. But you just set in his lap and listened to him.
"Hyunjin thinks I'm prettier than him?" you asked awkwardly.
Chris chuckled and nodded "Is this the only thing that got stuck in your pretty little head?" He asked.
You smiled a bit, leaning your forehead against his while closing your eyes. "I'll try to get better, Chris" you whispered.
It wouldn't be an easy journey going back to 'normal. Once the hole is there, digging is difficult. But it is possible, especially if someones helping you.
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