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xhdream · 6 months

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Who of the heroes would prefer Bathtub and who would prefer shower sex?

xdinary heroes - bathtub vs shower sex

smut | xdh x fem!reader | mdni

cw: mentions of unprotected sex, fingering & handjobs

a/n: this is such a good question it made me think as if it was a science project

bathtub sex

♡ gunil

he appreciates a romantic intimate moment so i can see him surprising you by filling up the bathtub, dropping some rose petals, while scented candles burn from different angles of the room, and preparing a glass of your favorite drink

he gently washes your hair, as you lay in his arms and talk about your day. he gives you a neck massage, and rubs your back softly with a loofah. he loves taking care of you, taking all the weight off your shoulders

inevitably in one moment his cock starts poking at your lower back though. the soft humming sounds that escape through your lips, as he caresses your upper body become too much for him at one point. it leads to you leaning forward on your knees, and gripping onto the tub tightly so he can rub your clit from behind, and watch the water sway over your ass. until he begins to thrust into you roughly and there’s almost no water left

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

i can see junhan as a big fan of doing after care with you, so spending some time in the tub after sex would definitely be one of his favorite activities, until one day you use it for a second round

you’re sitting across each other inside the soothing water and chat for a while. a nice conversation that gradually slows down as your bodies loosen up, and turns into a moment of peacefully shared silence between the two of you. but you cannot resist how pretty he looks sitting there in the water with his messy hair half wet and eyes closed shut; how fuckable he looks when he throws his head back and you see his adam apple move deliciously. so you lean towards him, pressing your bare chest to his and kiss him with a burning affection. that’s how it starts, and it ends up with you riding him till you both realise that the bathtub can be used for other purposes too

♡ jooyeon

i have a feeling he enjoys both a lot for different reasons, but i put him here, because we all know he loooves laying down and having his partner on top just devouring him. he’s such a big receiver. i also think he has a thing for lazy sex, especially after a long day. he appreciates a lazy sunday with a late afternoon nap, that follows up with a sensual fuck or just a jerk off session from your hand ~ that’s why i think on most days he prefers the bathtub, because he gets to relax and have you pleasuring his cock at the same time, till the really needed climax washes over him and he feels like a whole new person

he enjoys resting his arms on both sides of the tub, while he follows the rolling motions of your hips, that cause water spillage on the bathroom floor. the sight really turns him on, and he might make you rub yourself under the water too

after you both cum he embraces you in his arms, and you lay for awhile in a soothing silence, while he brushes through your hair with his fingers

shower sex

♡ jiseok/gaon

he definitely has fun sneaking into the shower while you’re there, because everything about it turns him on - the sight of body gel dripping down your body parts, the warm heat that makes both your bodies hot, the water slipping through your lips as you make out. there’s so many elements to this that arouse all of his senses

and the sounds, oh my god! it won’t be kwak jiseok if he doesn’t spin you around to fuck your pussy from behind - wether it’s with fingers or his cock (most times both), and obsess over the splashing noise coming from your body’s contact with the falling water. he observes the jiggles of your ass, and how your hair sticks to your neck, meanwhile your moans melt in the humid air, causing him to hold back from cummin multiple times

definitely fucks you from behind in a chokehold ~

♡ jungsu

let’s say your shower doesn’t have a lot of room… jungsu would love to fuck there

the limited space really does it for him. he enjoys pinning you against the tiled wall, both arms around you, leaving you with nowhere to look except at him; leaving you no choice, but to brush your naked skin against his. if it’s your first time together in the shower you might be a little bit shy at first and he would find that attractive

to help your nerves relax he would offer to wash your body for you, and he’d do a pretty good job before making himself even more horny - i mean, he uses his hands instead of your loofah, so it was expected. after he gets the first few moans out of you just from streching you out with his fingers he gets really excited. if your voice echoes so pretty now, imagine how it’s gonna sound like when he gives you his cock

♡ seungmin/o.de

i have a feeling he loves blowjobs/handjobs in the shower. his jerk off sessions might often take place in the bathroom if you ask me

definitely the type to offer showering together before going out, cause it will save us time

at first, you really do shower, but when you move onto using your body wash it’s over for him. his cock immediately reacts to you running your loofah down your neckline, over your nipples, and bringing it low to your tummy

he pulls you by your free hand, asking if you’re doing it on purpose, but you’re literally just washing yourself. you know what that means, it’s not the first time, nor will it be the last. you jack him off with your quick fist, as he stays still, letting the water fall down his back. the erotic look of your wet hair, wet lips and body wash slipping down your figure makes him extra sensitive. your tits half covered in soap bounce with every move of your hand, and suddenly he wants you to squat, so he can shove his cock between them - that was a first

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savorypink · 7 months

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portable heater

a game of uno, bad puns and hot chocolate.

smut.

“I want you to know, whatever happens after this,” Alex begins, “I love you. And I’ll always love you. No matter how this ends.”

“Alex, you don’t know how honored I am to have my heart broken by you.”

He examines his deck of cards before pulling one from his hand. “Draw four.”

You look down at his chest, the impromptu table you’ve used throughout the game. You’ve got a weapon in your arsenal, too.

“That’s cute,” you pull your draw four from your deck. “Draw eight.”

“No, no, no.” He sits up, the cards falling onto his hips and the floor underneath him. You bite back a moan from the sudden movement, his tip just tickling your sweet spot. “You can’t do that. Can’t put a draw four on a draw four.”

You attempt to sit straight in his lap, your back threatening to arch. “We’re playing house rules. Whose roof are you under?"

Just to tease, you clench around him, your wetness seemingly never-ending with him buried in you deep. He fits almost too perfectly, every inch hot and snug between your tight walls, the stretch burning deliciously. You could stay like this forever, but Alex can’t.

“Yours,” his voice airy, lust coated in every letter. “Teasing should be against the rules.”

“I’ll ask again: whose roof are you under?” You squeeze once more for good measure, your composure almost faltering as you watch him sink to the floor again, his neck arching, veins prominent as he hisses.

“Yours. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It almost sounds like a plea.

You want to give him what he wants, you do, but you can’t help but be on your highest horse while you’re on his lap. Control looks good on you; keep wearing it. You look down at the scattered cards on the ground, sucking your teeth.

“I should make you clean these up,” your tone commanding, but you quickly flatline, “but I want hot chocolate. Get up.”

He rises slowly, your sweet spot being teased again with his tip. The cards in your hand begin to dent as your grip tightens. His large hands find either side of your legs, preparing to pick you up. You drop the cards and snake your arms around his toned shoulders.

“Ready to get up, cheater?”

“Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”

With a ‘hup!” he lifts you two off the floor. You clench again, this time for good reason, afraid of losing the heat you’d built up. Alex nearly stumbles on his feet, his hands sure to leave marks on your thighs with his grip.

“You can’t do that and expect me to walk straight.”

You run your hand over the soft fuzz on his head, and you swear he twitches inside you. “M’sorry. Didn’t know the walls were closing in on you.”

Alex doesn’t laugh, but you still hear the rimshot in your head. He begins his descent into the kitchen, “You talk a big game for someone with a cock inside of ‘em.”

You pull back, your fingers tracing over the muscles of his chest, your fingertips “accidentally” grazing his nipple. “Some may even call me… cocky.”

You don’t know how he does it, but his hand comes up to smack your ass. The sting just turns up the building heat in your core. You suppress a moan in his neck, his skin lightly scented with body wash and aftershave.

He pulls open the cupboard with one hand while the other rests underneath you. He grabs the hot chocolate mix and mugs for both of you. Before he can reach for the kettle, you stop him.

“I want mine with milk, please.”

He lets out a sharp breath through his defined nose, his frustration growing more apparent. You love every second of it.

You shudder when the cold air of the refrigerator hits your bare ass, though it does soothe the sting from the smack Alex gave you moments ago. He closes the fridge with his foot, his leg barely reaching the door.

“You should carry me like this all the time. Do housework. Pay bills. Go for a run even.” Your nails lightly scratch the hair on the back of his neck, and goosebumps begin forming on his arms. You feel a familiar twitch in your core again and kiss his flushed cheek. “Just a little longer, baby, okay?”

Alex chuckles, most likely compensating for his shaky handiwork with the milk, some drops missing the mugs completely. “I’m convinced you’re trying to kill me.”

“A lovely way to go out, ain’t it?” You kiss his unmoving lips, pouting at the lack of reaction. “Kiss me, you fool.”

Shuffling to the other side of the kitchen, he places both mugs in the microwave. “Once I start kissing you, I won’t stop.”

You shut the microwave door with your free hand. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. One minute on high.”

His trembling hands press the buttons, sweaty fingerprints staining the numbers. You find it adorable. Once the microwave hums, he plops down on the dining chair. He comes down a little too hard, his tip going past your sweet bits, all while you shout profanities in your head. Your clit just grazes the fabric of his sweatpants, your walls becoming more hot and slippery by the second. Your nails sink into his shoulders as he groans, low and guttural.

“How much longer?” He leaves wet kisses along your neck, desperation in each peck. His hands come underneath your sweater with no destination, just wanting your skin against his own. You clear your throat, your cold hands finding warmth underneath his tank top. He thrusts into you at the contact, and you scratch at his stomach.

“When the hot chocolate is ready.” The words barely make it out of your mouth.

As if on cue, the microwave beeps. You’re annoyed he has to get up again, but you’re pleasantly surprised when Alex finally pecks your lips.

“I fucking hate you right now.” In this context, it’s the kindest thing he’s ever said to you.

You smile before kissing his cheek, his stubble tickling your lips. “Love you too.”

As he gets up, his footing is shakier than before, moving painfully slow, both afraid of dropping you and shooting his load. You hope for the latter. Your legs squeeze his hips in a vice grip, allowing him to use both hands to grab the mugs out of the microwave. He holds the cups mere inches from your ass; you don’t worry about him burning you, but in your mind, the more heat, the merrier.

Sitting the both of you down once more, Alex makes sure to move much slower this time. Coming down with a sigh, he hands you your hot chocolate, his smile condescending. The frosty feeling in your hands melts immediately, and you take a sip, the sweet and hot liquid fuzzing your chest. You’re finally warm.

“If you spill any of that…I am going to fuck you into oblivion.”

You smile as you take your next sip. You love him too much to do such a thing. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

#mickey is typing…#alex turner fanfic #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #two posts in one week. is it crack?#happy saturday to my bald alex supremacists

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lu-dao-writes · 2 months

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— 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐬 & 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

⃟͚̊✿ 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Nothing much just some signs of Leander’s devotions, and brief talks of heats.

𝘼/𝙉 I struggled with these two tbh🥹👍🏼. But I’m trying to not be too critical cause this really is crack tbh. Kuras is next!🪽

— Ais doesn’t hide his status. Many don’t even get to underestimate him because: 1. He’s a gang leader, and 2. Look at him.

— Has a potent smell and I feel he has spice in his scent. It’s not unpleasant unless he gets angry or trying to intimidate someone (which isn’t hard to do). Oh and of course smells of cigarettes. And Vere-.

— Makes very comfortable nests and typically they’re big because his pets might join, or because of Vere.

— Lots of colorful pillows and soft blankets. Very intricate designs.

— Definitely burns essence while he relaxes in them sometimes.

— Is Vere’s heat partner and has occasionally slept with Leander, and has once slept with Kuras.

— Ais scents his haori’s for you to wear, especially for when you leave his place. Also just scents you in general, who gon mess with him?

— Leander, although comes off as a cuddly bear, is the leader of the Bloodhounds at the end of the day. He’s open about his omegan status and proves he’s capable. Although he portrays himself not to be domineering like Ais and Vere, don’t be surprised if not in front of you he’s a different character.

— Has a mellow scent that’s very soothing. He encourages you (and the others) to use him if you need anything from him.

— So down to help you with your heat/rut. Like he offers before you can even think about it 🧍.

“Yeah don’t worry about any charges! Food, drink, a warm bed, all Bloodhounds charges! I’m down to help you with anything you need. Like, if you need someone to roll around in the sheets for a couple days, I can do that too!”

— Leander scents you like nuts. Like before you leave, pulls you close to rub your glands together. When you come back at any moment, he’s on you. He’s just looking out for ya!

— Leander has tried to scent the others too. Mhin has ripped him a new one for suggesting it, Ais’ scent is stronger and gets washed away half the time, also they’re rivals, and Kuras never minds it.

— The type to not put much effort in his own nest, but will put in his all if you’re (or anyone else he’s trying to impress) involved.

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formula1fanfiction · 17 days

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Toto Wolff / George Russell

Title: Begging for you take my hand

Pairing: Toto Wolff / George Russell

Characters: Toto Wolff, George Russell

Prompt: Your George/Toto fic is so good!!! Have you thought about writing a part 2 of what happens in the hotel room (or, during a different heat some other time) George goes into a stress heat after the crash in Austrlia

"Red flag, red flag, red flag i'm in the middle of the track. Red flag, red flag, red, red, red, red, red, red. I'm in the middle, red. fuck, why so long?" George is only half aware that his race engineer is rambling about the cars going past, but he can't hear anything over the beating of his own heart. He can smell his own fear.

"There's a VSC, so they should have slowed down." That settles him a little bit, but they could still hit him while he's sat here like a sitting duck. The pure fear has sweat pouring off him, it's too hot he just needs to get out of the car.

Pure relief floods his body, when he martial arrives. He's an alpha and for some reason, smells extra strong. "Are you okay, mate?" George nods, taking the hand offered to him, it sends sparks down his spine as their arms connect.

"Are you sure, you're alright?" The martial puts his hand on George's forehead. "You're burning." The alpha opens the car door for him. "Yeah, he's the omega all the regulations had to be changed for." George hears, just as the door slams closed, bit rude to talk about him when he's right there.

The cramps start as soon as he steps out of the medical car, he almost doubles over in pain. What the fuck is going on? Aleix runs over to him. "George, are you okay?" George can't concentrate, his head feels fuzzy, then he feels the slick running down his legs.

"You're going into heat." Aleix feels George's forehead and nods to confirm it. "No, I had my heat during winter break." The slick keeps coming though, his cock does a little twitch in his race suit, fuck. "It must be the stress."

"I just want my nest." tears well up in his eyes, why does the keep happening? He hates being the only omega, there is just no one to talk to about this. Aleix, pulls him into a hug, the smell of the Beta calms him a little bit.

"I'll get you some blockers just for media, hopefully you're not too far gone, then we'll get you to your nest, ok?" George nods eagerly, taking the small white pills and swallows them dry.

He manages to get through media, somehow. He didn't get on his knees and beg for cocks, despite the overwhelming Alpha scents in the room. He just needs to get back to his nest, so his heat can happen in a safe place.

"George, wait." It's Pierre and he's literally running over. "Are you okay?" The French Beta looks really concerned. "Yes, I just need my nest." Pierre wrinkles his nose. "Just be careful, okay? You're smell is so strong and i'm just a Beta." Pierre pats him on the shoulder. "Just look after yourself, yeah?"

The FIA had warned him and Mercedes, about this. An unmated Omega amongst multiple Alpha's is bound to become a problem at some point and because he's the only omega on the grid, his scent is only going to be stronger, which is probably the reason his blockers are not working.

The other teams had a lot to say about that, why should they take precaution's with their Alpha's just because of one omega on the grid. In the end, a proper agreement couldn't be reached and Mercedes would be fined if George can't control himself. Seems like a flaw in the system, not like George is going to jump anyone.

George manages to get back to his hotel room, without further incident, he rips off his clothing and settles down in his nest, purring happily as all the soothing scents, help him keep calm for the inventible heat.

His nest doesn't keep him calm for long, his instincts take over. His cock is rock hard and an ungodly amount of slick is running down his thighs. He moves himself to the bed, not wanting to spoil his nest.

George settles himself in the middle of the bed, pushing two fingers into his arse and finger fucks himself while wrapping a hand around his cock and furiously jerks himself off, using his own slick as lube, until he's coming hard with a little gasp.

His body feels like it's on fire, he's soaked the bed with his own sweat and his cock is already hard again. He need a knot, at the very least a knotted dildo. He tries it again, pushing three fingers into himself this time, his fingers just aren't thick enough, not that it stops him slamming them in and out of himself until he comes for a second time.

George is only half aware at the knocking on his door, he hopes it's an alpha with a big thick knot. "Jesus, George control yourself for a moment." Aleix's face appears in front of George's. "I can smell you half way down the hotel, I brought you some things."

"Fuck me Aleix, give it to me hard, i'll be a good omega, I promise." George grabs at his personal trainers shirt. The beta gives a little chuckle, but it's a nervous one. "Sorry mate, I can't help you. I'm just a Beta." The words filter into George's heat riddled brain, who whines sadly. "Need a knot."

"I know George, i'm so sorry." George watches as Aleix starts emptying a shopping bag, placing bottled water, energy bars and some fruit onto his night stand. "Need your knot." George tries again, Aleix sighs and takes out one last item from his bag. "I managed to get you this."

It's a knotted dildo and never in George's life has he been so happy to see a sex toy. He snatches it from Aleix's hands and spreads his legs wide. Aleix shakes his head in horror. "Please wait until I have gone, and stay hydrated." Aleix runs from the room and if George wasn't so desperate for something in his arse, the whole situation would have been pretty funny.

It feels like heaven when George finally slides the dildo into himself, it fits exactly where he needs it, filling him up properly. Once again George wraps his fingers around his cock and jerks himself off to the same pace as his dildo, his orgasm is much more fulfilling this time as he spills onto himself for the third time.

The relief doesn't last long, his cock is already hard again. George rolls onto his stomach, leaving the dildo still inside himself. The angle is awkward but he manages to rut against the bed sheets while still thrusting the dildo in and out of his arse.

"Oh, you are a mess, aren't you?" George thinks he's delirious when he sees Toto standing at the side of his bed, hands on hips with a small smile on his face. George is aware of the mess, he's got dried cum all over himself, his slick plastered to the skin around his arse.

"Alpha." George moans rolling onto his back and letting his legs fall open, he can smell his own arousal. "I need your knot, alpha." Toto doesn't do anything, just stands there, like he's deep in thought. It's torture having an alpha there, not doing anything. "Alpha, please."

That seems to spring Toto into action. "Do you need my knot, sweet little omega?" George nods, planting his feet onto the mattress and bucks up his hips. "When Aleix told me you were in heat, I just had to come over." Toto slowly takes off his shirt and tosses it on the floor. "I just didn't expect you to be this far gone."

"I love that, I get to have you like this." Toto, finally takes pity on him and climbs onto the bed. George bares his neck in submission, instantly. "Such a good little omega, aren't you?" George purrs approvingly at the praise. Toto laughs. "Even deep in heat, you still have a praise kink."

Toto slowly gets rid of the rest of his own clothing, taking his smart pants and boxers off in one swift move and kicking them onto the floor. The smell of a horny alpha fills the room and it makes the omega inside of George scream with delight. Toto runs his hand down George's abs until they stop at his hard cock, wrapping his fist around it and jerks him off. "I love hearing the sounds you make, George."

"Please alpha." George pushes Toto's hands away from his cock. "Knot, I need your knot." Toto slides his hands towards George's slick soaked entrance and slides two fingers inside. It feels good, better than his own fingers, even better than the dildo but it's not enough. "Knot, knot, knot." George bucks up his hips in frustration.

"Does my omega, need this knot so badly?" George moans in response, the only words he can manage is knot. Toto rubs the two fingers over his prostate and George screams in pleasure. "Knot."

Toto finally takes pity on him, and lets his fingers slid out. "Let's get you onto your hands and knees, baby." Toto gently rolls George onto his stomach, who instantly gets onto his hands and his knees, pushing his arse high in the air. "Are you ready, baby?"

"Knot." Toto laughs. "I'll take that as a yes." Pure sweet relief floods George's body as Toto presses his dick against George's hole and sinks inside. George screams in pure pleasure, he should be worried about Lewis next door hearing him, but he just doesn't care right now.

Toto holds George's hips in a vice like grip as he slides into the hilt. He doesn't waste any time stopping, George doesn't need it. "You feel so good baby, so wet for me." Toto thrusts into him extra hard, his hands leaving bruises on George's hips as he fills him with hard, deep thrusts drawing strangled moans from George with every move.

"You were just waiting for my knot, weren't you baby? Toto slams inside of him again, smashing into his prostate in the process, George groans because fuck yes that's exactly what he was doing. George loves every second of heats with Toto, the hardness of the fucks, the dirty talk, fuck.

"Do you want me to fuck you full of pups?" Toto sneaks his arm around George's waist and pulls him closer, until his hip bones and pressed against George's arse cheeks. "You would let me, wouldn't you?" George nods happily. "You're knot, give me your knot."

"Come for me little omega, come on." Toto slams into his prostate with every thrust, George is seeing stars, he feels amazing wrapped around his alpha. "Come." The alpha orders and George does, his body jerky with the pure need to obey. He comes hard, spurting his load over the bed below him.

"Such a good little omega, coming for me when ordered to." Toto slams into him one last time, before he cums. George purrs approvingly feeling the warmth of the seed filling him to the brim, finally putting out the fire inside of him.

Toto presses a hard kiss on the back of George's sweaty head as his knot swells to full hardness. George's senses slowly return to him, as Toto lays him on his side, spooning him as they wait for the knot to go down. Toto hums against George’s neck, the vibrations send waves contentedness through the omega’s body.

"I fucked up, i'm sorry." The after thoughts of the crash finally come back to him, Alonso suddenly being close, then George crashing into the wall. "Shh, no one is mad at you, we have all the data."

"Are you on birth control, George?" George shakes his head. "No, but I can't get pregnant from a stress heat." Toto slides his hand onto George's flat stomach, his knot finally pops filling George with a gush of his come. "You would look so good, pregnant with my pups."

George giggles. "Maybe Toto, but I think i'd rather stick to driving for now."

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captain039 · 11 months

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Playing with fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, slow burn, eventual smut, anger issues, swearing, harassment

I haven’t written for Kylo in ages xD let’s see if I can write any better

Alpha kylo makes my knees weak

Alpha kylo soft for no one but his omega makes my knees weak

Seeing the poster stuck to the wall perked your interest. The first order was always looking for new recruits, probably to work their million ships and forces. The problem was that only betas and alphas worked in the first order, less ‘issues’ as it said in the information panel. They paid well though, better food, clothing and housing for the family of the worker. Your family needed it, living on nothing but stolen bread and very few credits. You loved your family dearly, but the job at the Catina didn’t cut it, your mum, dad, grandma and little sister lived in once house. It was hard, your first heat was a nightmare, your father had stayed outside in a makeshift tent while your mum and grandma tried to soothe you. Your little sister was only five, she didn’t understand and would often cry in the corner due to lack of attention and understanding. After that heats were harder, for you it seemed, you put on a brave face and stayed in bed till it was over, then you’d work extra shifts for missing so many days. You took a small info pod and placed it in your bag before heading home. Omegas were rarest on any planet different cultures had different views, most which contained them to be the bringers of life or made for breeding and house warming. You’d rather die than be the slave of some alpha. Your mother was a beta along with your father, your sister still had a few years before she presented and your grandma was too old to be worrying about being an omega. You prayed your sister wouldn’t be an omega and suffer the same way you did. Instead you hoped her fieriness led to her being an alpha and being able to have some control in her life. As you entered your home you said your hellos before going to your bed. There was only two rooms, one for your mum and dad, the other for you, your sister and grandma. She often insisted on being by the lounge though, so that’s were her bed went despite her clothes being in here. You sat down on your foam bed with a huff leaning against the cold walls. You pulled out the info pod, reading the words as they went by. Seems they were more strict with omegas now, not wanting them at all. Perhaps you could hide your true scent, the pay was too welcoming and your family would be provided for. Maker this was a horrible idea.

You pondered on it for a few days, avoiding any real conversation with family as you thought about plans. You’d need suppressants, just one batch to get you in and then you’d have enough credits to get more. Maker what would you tell your family, your grandma was already giving you suspicious looks like she knew something. The more your plan formed the more your credits got stashed away for suppressants. The next recruiting ship would be here next month, enough time to save up, hopefully. Your heat wasn’t for another few months thankfully so you’d be able to ignore and suppress that when it came.

“What are you thinking?” You heard and jumped a mile as your grandma waddled in.

“Maker, grandma!” You sighed as she huffed and sat down on the old chair.

“How is your scheming?” She smirked.

“Scheming? I’m not scheming” you huffed and crossed your arms.

“That’s what I schemer would say” she wiggled her eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

“The plan you have” she said hushed and you felt tense.

“Why not tell us?” She asked like she knew.

“What plan?” You said dumbly and she huffed shaking her head.

“Joining the first order, saving up credits for l suppressants, honestly leave your diary under your pillow for makers sake” she laughed softly and you frowned, had you left it out?

“That’s invasion of privacy” you sassed.

“Not if it was open on your bed, besides I read one page, good plan really” she hummed shrugging. She spoke in a hushed voice and you tensed, she knew.

“Damn it” you whispered.

“We’re fine here darling” she smiled and you sighed.

“Grandma were not, we barely have water! If I do this, then Lana can have a better future” you said referring to your sister.

“Lana will have a better future with you here” she pointed out.

“Nobody wants to go through my heats they’re horrible” you grumbled quietly.

“I won’t find a mate anytime soon either we need support, mums getting tired everyday and dad needs to kick his feet up!” You whisper yelled and your grandma sighed.

“If you get caught they will kill you” she hissed.

“Listen, child, I have- I have experience with the first order it isn’t as easy as joining” she said softly and you frowned.

“Experience?” You said and she went to speak but your mum came in saying dinner was ready.

As you worked more shifts your body felt the toll, you were building up for first order work you suppose. Your grandma avoided the ‘experience’ talk she had with first order so you kept to your plan. As the day for the recruiter ship neared and you had four vials of suppressants, your nerves were on edge. You had managed to gather some scent blockers also. You quit your job with no explanation, your parents didn’t question it, knowing you were exhausted from all the extra work they assumed it had just taken its toll. When the weeks turned into days you slowly began to pack things and you were confronted by your dad.

“Kiddo, I gotta- I’m gonna say something” your dad said and you tensed, here it comes.

“Has, did you meet someone?” He asked and you whipped around to stare at him. He looked awkward, scratching the back of his neck.

“You can just tell us honey, you don’t have to sneak out, I know as an omega you have… needs” he gulped and you flushed.

“Maker, dad no” you said and he relaxed.

“Ok, good, not good I mean it’s not good you haven’t found someone I mean” he stopped looking embarrassed as your mother appeared behind him.

“Honey I’ve seen the vials too” she whispered and you froze.

“If you wanna move out I won’t stop you I know it’s hard here with all of us, I’d be so proud of you” she smiled softly and you felt your heart break.

“No, mom” you muttered.

“I’m going to get you a better life” you said and they frowned.

“Better life? We’re happy like this together, it’s hard, but we have each other” your mother said.

“I’m going to join the first order, I’m going to hide my scent, keep up my suppressants, scent blockers, you will be provided for, have hot water and food and fancy things” you blurted and they froze. Your mother looked like she was about to cry and your father held her hand tightly.

“What brought this on? Did we do something I don’t-?” Your mother stuttered.

“You did nothing, but I can do something” you said.

“You already do enough” your dad said still in shock.

“You don’t need to go, stay here it’s for your own safety you’ll be killed or worse” your mum said going to you and holding you tightly.

“Promise me you won’t go” she begged, tears dropping to your shirt. Your heart broke as your dad wiped his eyes and hugged you too. Your plan shattered and you felt your world crumble.

“Ok” you muttered and your mother sighed softly still holding you.

The day the ship arrived had the whole town abuzz, people already joined, packed and said their goodbyes. You had your bags half unpacked and one vial gone. By night the ships still stayed, they would leave in the morning. You tossed and turned that night before you grabbed a pen and your journal. You writ a letter scribbling your apology and explanation. You packed your things as quietly as you could, placed the note on your bed and snuck out your window. You felt your emotions go haywire, wanting to go back inside to the safety of home. This was for them though, they’d finally have a life they deserve, your sister could have an education. You approached the ship seeing storm troopers outside.

“Evening” one said and you gulped, but said evening.

“Here to join?” He asked and you nodded praying your scent blockers and suppressants worked.

“Please fill out these forms over there, hand them to the officer by the table when you’re done” he instructed handing a folder and pen before pointing to the officer. You nodded sitting down, ignoring the few judgmental looks you got.

The form was huge, questions of family, personal questions, history questions, description of the jobs and dangers, what training included. Gosh your mind was in a spiral by the time you finished.

“Thank you, please head down the hall you’ll be met by another officer” the officer said as you handed your form in. You nodded, this ship was huge. You saw the next officer and he gave a small nod and smile.

“Please stay here while we gather the last stragglers and we will leave first light” he said gesturing to the beds laid out in the room. There were others around, most you knew due to being in a small village. You cursed being in a small village, you avoided everyone though and sat in the corner.

“Y/n?” You looked up seeing a familiar face from the Catina. A young beta named Leo.

“Hey” you said as he sat down beside you.

“I thought you were-“ he stopped raising his eyebrows to gesture.

“Please don’t say anything” you whispered and he frowned but nodded.

“Family?” He asked and you nodded. He understood with a sad smile.

“Me too, my brothers sick” he whispered. You heard about his brother a few times from sad story’s of him at the bar.

“I needed to get a hold of things, stop wasting it in drinks” he said and you nodded.

“I’m glad for you” you said and he smiled meekly.

“Thank you” he said.

“Does your family know you’re here?” He asked and you shook your head.

“They know, but I said I wouldn’t, but I just” you sighed.

“Need to do something?” He asked and you nodded, he understood.

“Well I’ll help keep you covered till we get to the main ship” he smiled holding his hand out for you to shake. You chuckled lightly giving his hand a small shake and nodding.

Next part <-

#alpha kylo ren #alpha kylo #alpha kylo x omega reader #kylo x reader #Starwars #x reader #aob

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 1 year

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One of my favorite Erik hcs is that he would love to have a mini book club with you. Just sitting together comfortably for hours, reading to each other AND discussing the books.

Also his favorite book would be Frankenstein, argue with the wall.

Note: I put some nsfw notes at the end of each passage. Also, art belongs to nipuni!

I hope you weren’t expecting to have any personal space while you’re reading with Erik- you could have started of with you sitting on a chair in his lounge, book in hand and a candle burning on the table next to you, but Erik will get you to come to the settee and cuddle with him by any means necessary.

Novel!Erik: If you are the one reading to Erik, he’s completely stretched out on top of you with his face tucked into the crook of your neck and his arms around you in one way or another. The sound of your voice soothes Erik in ways he didn’t even think were possible until he kidnapped met you. Oh sweet (y/n), you were so good to your Erik, so kind, he doesn’t ever want to leave your grasp! Cuddling himself closer to you if it’s possible, Erik listens to the gentle beat of your pulse through your neck and feels himself melt as one of your hands moves away from the book to thread through his hair and trace his spine, a small, happy, moan leaving his throat. He can hardly focus on what you’re saying, to blissed out by your presence and how your actually are allowing him, a living corpse, to touch you! You don’t even seem bothered by his face pressing against your soft skin! Truly, this is one of Erik’s favorite ways to spend time with you. Once you are done reading to him, Erik is more than happy to discuss the novel with you! You’re still not getting out of his grasp though. He’ll pull out some tea leafs to soothe your throat and some fruit he purchased beforehand and you can both cuddle together while you and he discuss the authors reasons for writing the story in the first place, how the events of the time period may have influenced the story, the way the characters interact with one another, anything you want!! Just hold Erik as close as possible and he’ll be as gentle as a lamb and as loving as a puppy to it’s master. Like he wouldn’t be that loving with you anyway.

On a more nsfw note, NEVER read erotica of any kind to Erik if you want a calm night. You’ll just be going along in your book, Erik acting as a human blanket(even though he doesn’t give off much body heat), you’re pretty sure that he’s smelling you too, if the deep inhales through his nasal cavity followed by soft and contented sounds is anything to go by, when all of a sudden a sex scene pops up in your book. Deciding to woman up and forgo your embarrassment, you continue to read the passage out loud. Immediately you can feel Erik’s body stiffen and his breathing stutter. Initially you just brush it off as the embarrassment that you had found this book in his collection as you continue to read out loud, feeling Erik press himself into you further with every word that leaves your mouth. After a few seconds more, you can feel his breathing pattern change again, no longer stuttering, but now quick and deep; taking in your scent by the lungful with fierce need(unbeknownst to you). And then the shifting starts. Subtly, to the point that you can barely tell, Erik begins to move his thighs together from his position in between your legs. You can feel Erik’s erection rubbing against you, as well as how he’s absolutely burning with heat, from his ears all the way down to his arms that he has wrapped around your waist. Small pants and whimpers left Erik’s mouth as he full on started to grind against you, turning his head so that he was facing your neck and trailing hot open mouth kisses all over your throat in an effort to stimulate you.

“Please, Erik needs, oh please, Erik needs his (Y/N)! Please! Erik needs his (Y/N)’s touch, her taste! He needs her!”

Erik absolutely wails in desperation as you pause from reading to trail one of your hands down his sides and then up towards his back, resting briefly on his tailbone as you smirked down at him before returning it back to the book and reading once more, noting how Erik tried to take your fingers into his mouth with longing. Tears and drool soak into your top and shoulder as Erik works himself faster against you, crying for you to pay attention to him and touch him, to let him pleasure you with his mouth. It’s up to you how long you tease him for.

Musical!Erik: Erik has you trapped on his settee, pinned in between the armrest and himself as his full body weight is pushed onto you in a side lean and his arms wrap around your waist like a vice. In fact, if he were any closer to you, he would be sitting in your lap. The good side of his face is pushed up into you, and Erik practically purrs as one of your hands runs over top of his head. As you continue along in your book, Erik raises himself to kiss your lips at the end of every paragraph, licking the swollen flesh as he parts from you to try and make your taste linger. He’s trying to pay attention, he truly is! But, he’s already read this novel many times, and more importantly, you just look so irresistible! All in all, Erik doesn’t care much for actually paying attention to the novel, especially having already read it, he cares more for marveling at you and trying to get as close to you as physically possible. He’ll still discuss anything about the novel you want with you, his memory still holding onto all the details of the story, but reading with you is most commonly used as a de-stresser for him and an excuse for physical contact with you, with the addition that he just wants to be mindless for a spell and forget everything that isn’t you. Once you’re done reading, Erik plucks the book out of your grasp and all but throws it to the other end of the settee before sitting himself in your lap. From an outside perspective, the height difference between you two is laughable, a 6’5-6’9 man sitting in your lap and curling into you until he’s as close to you as he can be, wishing for you to hold him like a beloved stuffed toy, for you to shower him with all your love and affection.

Should you happen to read erotica to Erik, he is much quicker than his novel counterpart to act on conveying his need for you. The minute you get halfway through the second sentence, your fingers are dragged to his mouth for him to suckle on while he gives you the biggest puppy eyes imaginable. Shifting himself into your lap, Erik moves your book to the side in a haste, not caring to mark the page and only thinking of being held and touched by you. Erik only takes your fingers from his mouth when he kisses you hungrily, moaning and wrapping his arms around you tightly. You only get a few seconds to breathe in between kisses before his mouth is back on yours as his lips part to try and coax your tongue into tangling with his. The minute you begin to reciprocate, his arm unwraps from you and he takes your hand in his to guide it over his trousers, a prominent bulge twitching under your fingertips. Erik gasps as soon as you lightly touch it, rutting himself against your palm with wild abandon as moans spew from his misshapen lips and he curls in on himself to rest his head on your shoulder.

“Please, please, oh please (Y/N)! I-I need- I need you-!”

Erik is quick to move his fingers to stimulate you, his lips returning to yours and working feverishly to feel as much of you against him as possible. When you pull away from him, the words ‘good boy’ echo from your vocal cords, and that’s all the motivation Erik needs to get down on his knees and press his head between your clothed thighs, whining and pawing at the fabric to try to remove it from your figure so he can have a taste of you. Honestly, you could go back to reading to tease him further, maybe let him grind against the sole of your foot until he’s sobbing and begging for you to let him shove his tongue inside of you, or you could take mercy on him then and there. It’s really your choice.

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@sloppyzengarden

#Yandere Erik destler #yandere erik destler #erik destler x reader #erik destler #phantom of the opera #erik destler smut #yandere x reader

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elficially-done-with-life · 2 months

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In Chains And Yet Free

Pairing: Rog x fem!Reader

Summary: After the Fall of Gondolin, you and Rog are captured and brought to Angband.

Warnings: mentiones of the Fall of Gondolin, Injuries, talking about death (it's way more hopeful than this makes it sound, I promise)

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You were the only person Rog recognised. There was of course the possibility that there were others from Gondolin here, but if they were he hadn't been able to find them.

He had never intended to return to this cursed place, he had been ready to end his own life. But then he had seen how you had been dragged along.

He had loved you for a long time. Back then you had sometimes come to his forge and brought him flowers from outside because you found the forge 'too dull' otherwise.

Angband was no place for someone like you. You loved nature and its wonders. You loved the animals and the feel of the sun on your skin. Looking you had always shown him that there was more than the darkness.

On nights when he had had the feeling that the darkness was closing in on him again, he had sought you out. It was enough to see you from afar, because no matter how dark the sky was, you were his light.

He couldn't leave you alone. The painful and draining working conditions in Angband would kill you, and even if you were reembodied, you wouldn't be the same. Not of you died alone in the darkness.

Rog couldn't let that happen.

Luckily, Morgoth didn't really care what happened to his workers as long as the work got done.

So it didn't bother anyone when he sneaked out of his cell one evening to look for you. The labourers' cells were never well secured, because to escape Angband you had to cross a river of lava and a high wall, not to mention several balrogs and thousands of orcs. So it was almost impossible. He had only managed to escape by luck. He and a few others, who later became members of his house in Gondolin, had found a forgotten tunnel that led outside. But Rog was sure that they had filled in the tunnel or let it collapse by now.

The heat cut into his face as his dry eyes searched for you and it wasn't long before he found you. You lay shivering in a corner of your own cell and only moved when he opened the door.

Your eyes grew wide. "Rog?" Your voice trembled and tears escaped your eyes. "Oh no," you shake." You cannot be here again! That- " You let out a quiet sob and stumbled to your feet.

That was so you again. Rog felt a pleasant tingling sensation, which he had always felt when you had brought him flowers. Of course you thought of him first and not that you were in the same situation.

"How are you?" he asked gently, running his eyes carefully over your body.

"I am fine, don't worry. Especially now that you are here," you whispered softly, but Rog had just discovered a burn on your forearm that you had probably sustained while working.

He gently reached for your arm and then pulled out an ointment and rubbed it gently into your burned skin. "Me and a few others made this years ago from the few plants you can find here," he explained in response to your questioning look. "The ointment helps with healing and soothes the pain, but it doesn't prevent scars." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you swallow and nod.

His eyes rested for a moment longer on the burn on your arm. You'd only been here a day and you were already hurt. Why hadn't he managed to find you sooner?

"I am sorry," he whispered and felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"No Rog," you breathed and put a hand on his cheek. "That you are here shows me that not all is lost."

He didn't say anything but simply leant his head against your shoulder. Because your warmth was different from the heat of Angband. It was gentle, like the first rays of the sun on a spring morning.

The days went by and it wasn't often that Rog let you out of his sight. You were always together. Every night you slept arm in arm and even though the smoke in Angband slowly washed the scent of flowers from your hair and body, Rog always noticed that you still smelled like home to him.

It was on one of these nights that you suddenly said: "A month."

"Mmmh?"

"We've been here for a month now. It would be high summer in Gondolin now and the smell of flowers and strawberries would fill the streets." You were lying with your back to Rog. He had one arm wrapped around your waist and his chest was pressed against your back.

Rog didn't know why, but he asked you: "Did you have plans for this summer?" The question was pointless. No matter what your plans had been, you were here now and not in Gondolin. Your plans no longer mattered.

"I would have liked to get married," you said quietly and Rog froze. He hadn't expected that. "Of course, I would have had to confess my feelings to the love of my life first." You laughed softly, but it was a sad laugh. "I always thought I still had so much time."

Rog's arm tightened a little and he inevitably pulled you closer to him. "I am so sorry."

"What are you talking about?" you asked quietly. "It is not your fault, my dear Rog. If you were not here, who knows how I would feel. You are my light in this darkness."

"I love you." he said, because in his head those were the only words that made sense now. The only ones he wanted to say. Who knows what happened in the next few days, but he wanted you to know how he felt and that he was yours for the next few hours.

"Rog." you breathed softly and turned round in his arms until you were lying chest to chest with him and could feel his hot breath on your face. "You are the person I would have loved to marry this summer. I cannot tell you how relieved and scared I am that you are here. Relieved because I know you are still alive, scared because you are suffering now."

"As long as you are by my side, any suffering is bearable." he said softly, leaning closer to you. "When we get out of here, will you marry me?"

"Yes." you said, but your happiness was short-lived, "But what if we never get out of here?"

"One day we will." Rog said and gently kissed your lips. It was only a brief, feather-light touch, but it still showed you that he meant it. "And if it is through death itself. Then we will wait for each other in the halls, and when we are reembodied, I will take you as my wife and make you the happiest elleth in all of Valinor."

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#rog x fem!reader #rog x reader #rog x female reader #rog of gondolin #rog #tolkien x reader #x reader #tolkien #elves x reader #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #fluff #silm x reader #lords of gondolin #gondolin #lords of gondolin x reader #silm fanfic

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missy-0-piink · 2 years

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Shibusawa Drabble

Idk if this counts as a drabble but idc I’m calling it that

Also, I got a bit lazy towards the end so I may change the ending later on, I’ll post if I decide to.

Anyways, this is my first time writing a smut fic, so forgive me if it’s not good 😅

DOM FÉM READER X SUB SHIBUSAWA MDNI

Shibusawa was annoyed. Very annoyed. It was that time of the year again, the time where his loins would ache and he’d feel the need to breed. It wasn’t hard for him to find a partner, no not at all, he’d regard himself as a very attractive individual, but no one caught his interest, that is, except for you.

His inner dragon had latched onto you, and he couldn’t get through a minute without thinking about you, and that was bad. It was so bad that he found himself in your room, in your house while you were gone on a “weekend getaway”.

God, the smell of your room, of you was intoxicating, and though he would never usually think of it, he found himself rummaging through your laundry to find your discarded clothing. Particularly, he was looking for your underwear.

Once he found it, he made his way to your bed, letting the fluffy pillows and blankets, soothe his need for comfort. he couldn’t help but bury his nose in your panties. The scent of you was too alluring no to do so.

He was fisting his weeping cock to the thought of you. Of filling you up with his cum, of missionary, of doggystyle. Of Anything, as long as it was you.

He was desperate.

And this was the state you found him in. God, he looked pathetic. flushed a red shade on his normally pale face and neck, his eyes closed in bliss as he mouthed at your underwear.

You watched him carefully, mouth curved in a smirk. You watched as his body started becoming tense, his back arching, close to cumming.

“Excuse me, shibusawa-san, but I don’t remember giving you permission to act like such a desperate whore,” your voice made his eyes open wide with surprise.

“(Name)! “ he moaned out as he came. You couldn’t believe it, this motherfucker came JUST as he’d been caught masturbating to you. In your home. Without permission.

“What a pervert,” you say, watching as shibusawa was heaving as though he had run a marathon, “what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Please (name), I cant take it anymore! I need you, please!” His words made your eyes widen. This was strange, such a prestigious man such as himself would not go so low as to beg so easily.

“Have you been drugged?” You ask warily, stepping close to the bed. How could someone have drugged a man so careful, so intelligent. How could someone have gotten the upper hand?

He moved his head, and that was when you noticed the slight scales on his face and the horn protruding from his head.

“It’s… part of my ability” this confirmed your suspicions. This bitch was in a heat cycle.

You laughed, and his flush somehow darkened. His eyes were watching your every move, taking in everything about you, pupils dilated so much so that only a thin ring of red was left.

If it was any other person, any lesser man than he, you would have beat his ass to hell and back. But this was shibusawa, a prestigious man who had an angelic face and attractive voice. You’d admit that his begging ignited something within you.

“Very well then, only since you asked so nicely, but first, no touching yourself until i say so~” you hummed before starting to strip.

Shibusawa’s hand flew away from his cock as though it burned him, an instinct to obey making him do so. He watched as you stripped, putting on a lovely show in the meantime. fuck, you were perfect. His dick throbbed and leaked more viscous Precum, but he didn’t dare touch himself, in fear you would stop and leave him to suffer.

You made your way on top of him, and you pinned his wrists above him when he had tried to grab your thighs. “No. Touching.” You said, a menacing tone in your voice, “otherwise I’ll leave you here to take care of that,” you gestures to his throbbing erection,” by yourself. And we wouldn’t want that would we? No, we want you to fill me up, don’t we?” He whimpered at your arousing words and nodded.

You felt yourself get wetter at his pitiful noises, pitiful expression and the pitiful way his body was shaking, flushed and needy.

As you lowered yourself on his dick, he couldn’t help but buck his hips. If it hadn’t have felt so good, you would have tore him a new one, but the lubrication provide by both his Precum and your wetness had provided a smooth entry. Fuck, his cock felt so good inside you. Long and thick, it hit all the parts inside of you well.

But that only made up half of your pleasure, with the second half being the way he lost himself in this pleasure you brought him. His eyes rolled back, brows furrowed, hips bucking wildly and beautiful moans being torn from his throat was addicting. This was definitely not going to be a one time thing.

“I’m close, hah! Fuck! Please, let me fill you, please!”His words were barely intelligible, slurred and desperate.

Without warning, you grabbed his horn at the base, which must have had plenty of nerves because he suddenly went tense once again, but this time was different, you could feel the base of his dick swelling up, making it near impossible to move. Then, he came, hot spirts of his cum filling you up as he whimpered and moaned.

You stared in shock. Whatever you expected would happen tonight, this was the last thing on your list. However you weren’t done yet. You grabbed shibusawa’s limp hand and guided it to your clit.

“You will make me cum.” You ordered, and shibusawa obeyed, needing to please you. His inner dragon wouldn’t let him do anything else.

It wasn’t as good as him moving inside you, but It would have to do.

This was most definitely not a one time thing.

#sub shibusawa #shibusawa x reader #shibusawa tatsuhiko #bsd #sub bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #sub bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader

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golden-afternoon · 13 hours

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completely self indulgent college au kazuha drabble that i just pumped out like 5 minutes ago while stuck outside of the house and overstimulated as heck. this is part of a college au i've been working on with my dear friend @puffybee-dreams. poe belongs to her! (thanks for letting me kidnap her >:33)

warnings - gn! reader, vent/comfort thing about being anxious and overstimulated in public. not really going anywhere, just a little drabble that helped me feel better :33 so yeah unedited self indulgence be upon ye

Fire. Burning, burning, electricity that lingers on the ends of your fingertips, leaving everything feel like frayed wires, arcing like somethings not connected where it should be, or perhaps like there was power going through where none should be. It hurt. It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt.

Overwhelmed.

Overclocked.

Overloaded.

For a moment, you had even forgotten where you were, standing in the coffee shop, not even realizing that the woman behind the counter had called your name multiple times already. Confused, and maybe a little perturbed, she turned to her coworker, shoving the paper cup in his hands as he approached, asking him to take over, her mahogany ponytail whipping as she turned to greet another customer who had entered.

Red eyes glanced down to the cup in hand and then back up to you standing there, eyes unfocused as you stared off into nothing. Puzzlement melted into understanding as he put together what was going on. Fortunately they weren’t very busy at this hour, giving him the opportunity to slip around the counter, trusting Poe with the other man who had come in on her own. There was a moment of hesitation, as he didn’t want to alarm you. Raise his voice too loud and that could send you deeper into fight or flight, tap your shoulder and he’s at risk of catching a fist to the face.

He opted instead to step into your line of vision, piping hot cup of coffee still in his hands as he extended it closer, watching your eyes click into focus, zeroing in on the cup before snapping up to meet his gaze.

“O-Oh god, sorry. My bad.” The gentle smile never wavered on his face even as you stuttered, hands reaching out for the cup with slightly trembling fingertips.

Burning burning burning burning burning.

“Its quite alright,” he said, making a point to keep his voice soft as he spoke, hesitating for a moment before chuckling beneath his breath as he adjusted his visor to fix his white hair beneath, seemingly out of habit. “Though, if I may say, I’m not sure a coffee would be ideal right now.”

He watched as you blinked back at him, cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. He worried he spoke too much before you looked down at your cup, thumbs brushing against the warm paper above the sleeve.

Grounding. The heat of the cup was grounding. Slowly the familiar, soothing scent of roasted coffee, bitter and warm, began to register vaguely in the back of your mind.

A slightly awkward laugh left your lips. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I kinda just… got what I always get.”

His expression softened further, a light chuckle passing his lips as he did. As much as he would like to claim ignorance, he didn’t miss the aversion of your eyes from his as he laughed. It wasn’t an uncommon reaction to him, but on you, for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to mind. “That’s understandable.” He motioned to the cup in your hands. “If you’d allow me to, I wouldn’t mind replacing that with a tea. Only if you’d like, of course.”

A beat of hesitation. Thumbs brushing slowly along the space between the sleeve and the lid of the cup, repetitive, thoughtless, necessary.

“I’d hate to bother you with that.”

He smiled, shaking his head. “Its no trouble at all.” The answer was soft, firm, sure. Immediate. “No one else is in at the moment anyway.” Another soft chuckle left his lips, one that made your heart flutter in a different way than it had been before. Well, at least these feelings swirling in your stomach almost completely blew away the former dread that had settled in there.

Slowly, with a small smile on your lips, you offered him back the cup, glancing to his nametag before meeting his eyes. “If you’re sure. Thank you, Kazuha.”

His smile returned, gentle, warm, like sunshine peering out from the clouds to warm your skin beneath its glow. It was so simple, but you couldn't help but smile back, basking in this gentle warmth as the burning feelings cooled to embers, not gone, but far more bearable.

#sunny brainrots #a little bit of sugar #genshin posting #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader fluff #college au shenanigans #siiiiiiiigh #so normal #honored tea party guests

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cassandrajoybellbittner · 4 months

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Runaway Wolf - Chapter 7b

*Warning Adult Content*

Levi Blackman

It took an hour rounding up the gang and getting them in their cars while I held on to all their keys.

I had to call Matthew’s band mates for help... each taking one of my friend's car, to take them home, while one other band mate followed behind each car.

I thought it be best if Matthew went to his place because he’s not the nicest person with a hangover and I didn’t want Kyle to witness Mattzilla in the morning.

It was midnight when we had everyone home safe and sound and my bed was calling my name.

I climbed out of my car and walked to my door with Kyle behind me.

I grabbed the knob ready to put my key in the slot when I twisted it slightly and it opened.

I stiffened, opening the door... I remember locking it… or did I?

Warily I flipped on the lights and pup sat at the doorway wagging his tail and shot over to Kyle jumping on him in excitement.

I looked down at the wolf, well if someone did try to brake in I bet they had a hell of a surprise didn’t they.

I glanced around and nothing seemed to be out of place, I subtly took a sniff of the air but only got the normal scents all besides Kyle and the wolf so I shrugged and placed the bottle of white wine I bought in the fridge.

Turning towards the couch I went over to make it back up for him putting the pillow in place and threw the sheet down tucking it in the couch.

“You don’t have to do that,” Kyle voiced behind me making me jump at the sudden noise.

I glanced at him over my shoulder and smiled still grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch to tuck that in to.

“Already done,” I shrugged.

I couldn’t help myself but want to help him out a little.

He smiled gently and I realized it was the first smile I’d seen since this morning.

He sat down sighing.

“So, that was Matt?” he said running a hand through his hair and I felt my nerves start up.

I sank down next to him.

“Yep,” I breathed unable to look at him.

Was it bad to feel guilty flaunting a boyfriend in front of your oblivious mate?

“H-he’s nice?” he muttered softly sounding more like a question than a statement.

This caused me to snap my head in his direction.

“You like him?” I asked in awe.

Kyle just shrugged.

“I really don’t have a say in it, so it doesn’t matter if I like him or not.” he said matter-factly but I sensed the underlining displeasure.

So he didn’t like him.

I felt myself soften at this... this all wasn’t fair to him.

I wanted to reach out and touch him, to sooth away any discomfort or anger but I held back.

As my eyes wandered over his handsome face I noticed a discoloration in his temple.

Instinctually I lent closer and reach out unaware of what I was doing in my moment of concern as my fingers ran down a long ridged white scar that contrasted against his tan skin.

Kyle went stiff, hissing though clenched teeth.

Abruptly he caught my hand in a swift motion turning to face me all in one move.

I gasped at how quick he was and how close our faces were.

I stared at him with wide eyes, my heart pounding against my chest like a tattoo.

The sparks flew between us till they no longer tingled but burned with delicious heat.

Kyle’s eyes were dark as a midnight sky and the room became tense with a suffocating scent of mixed emotions but the one that stood out the most was lust and arousal.

The pup whined and trotted out of the room with his head low and tail between his legs.

I should be scared right now but my wolf was practically bouncing up and down screaming ‘MATE’ in my head till it made my ears ring.

My body was too weak to use any commonsense at the minute.

“What is this?” he hisses huskily breathing hard.

His wine scented breath washed over my face and my eye practically rolled in the back of my head.

“I-I d-don't...” I didn’t know what to say.

He tilted his head and pressed closer to me till I was laying back up against the couch armrest with his heaver muscular body over mine.

We were pressed together in place that had me leaking.

“K-Kyle,” I whimpered.

His head dipped down into my neck and his nose caressed the sensitive skin there.

I heard him inhale loudly taking in my scent and I thought I might rip the shirt from his back right then.

He was unconsciously memorizing my scent.

His hand raked though my hair gripping it hard to yank my head back to give him more access.

I whined but complied, he may not know it but he was considerably stronger than me and I didn’t want to wake up any of those sleeping dominant traits right now.

His chest rumbled with a low sexy growl, his napping wolf was coming to the surface now and from the wagging of my own wolf’s tail he couldn’t wait.

“Damn you smell so good,” Kyle groaned nipping at my neck.

I bucked wantonly against him thrashing from the crazy feeling he was giving me.

This was so wrong... but so right.

Again he yanked at my hair and I yelped which only made him moan in pleasure.

Then I felt something wet and warm run up from the collar of my shirt to my ear.

“Ahh,” I moaned withering under him from the sparks his tongue made on my heated skin.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

‘Yes you should,’ my wolf growled and whimpered in delight.

My fingers stroked down his well-defined chest and I dug my nails in when he went to lick me again.

“I want to pound the fuck out of you right now,” he growled in my ear he was nibbling on.

'Oh God... I have to get out of here.'

He was moving his head closer to my face and I knew that he was planning on kissing me.

I felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped on me.

'Matthew... I couldn’t do this to him.'

He didn’t deserve this and with that though I found the strength... not much mind you... and pushed Kyle off, the best I could.

“We have to stop this,” I gasped rushing out from under his hot weight and onto the floor.

Kyle growled deeply from the couch, his eyes dark with lust and his wolf fighting to get out and to mate with me.

I gulped jumping to my feet before I lost my never and ran down the hall to my bedroom and closed the door locking it swiftly behind me.

I sank to the floor gasping for breath... damn I can still smell his arousal from here.

With a heavy heart I rested my head back against the door and sighed.

Here I was running from something I always wanted... my mate,,, only to have to run away because none of it was true.

It was kind of bitter sweet.

I finally had him all to myself but it really isn’t him.

The only real thing that was stopping me was the question I kept asking myself.

‘If he suddenly remembered everything, would he still feel this way or would he just runaway again?’

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Breeding Kink Pt. 2 | Dragon!Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader

Genre: SMUTTTT!!

Words: 5.2k

A/N: Oh god i have no braincells anymore. Zhongli fcked with my braincells as well. Here ya go. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Happy Birthday as well.

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

PART 1 HERE

It was already deep into the night.

The last of the busy market kiosks has died down, the golden glow of their lanterns flickered off for the day, while the late-night loiterers had gone to rest at their station as silence and the sound of crickets settled in. The harbor has truly gone to sleep after a rough day’s work, and will rise once again at early dawn.

Yet inside the bedchambers of a certain married couple, things were still heating up.

“Z-Zhongli…! Please…!”

You held on to the silken sheets tightly with face flushed and sweating. Every now and then, a moan would escape your lips, savoring the moment where ecstasy was at its peak. It felt good—really good—as your husband Zhongli thrusted sharply into you.

“YN…” he growled beside your ear as he bent down, kissing the bare skin of your shoulders. “YN…I’m close…haa…”

He could feel all the pleasure welling up inside of him. You were holding on to him like a vice grip, as if wringing him out of his seed and coaxing him to come inside you. Zhongli felt his dick twitch at the thought of filling you up, pushing him closer to his climax.

“Aahhh…so g-good….mmnn….! Zhongli…! I’m gonna—”

“My love…I-I…!”

—!

“Mama? Papa…?”

A knock at their door, followed by a small voice stopped the both of them in their tracks.

Oh no, not again…

Looking at each other, you and Zhongli immediately scrambled to compose yourselves.

“Yuqing…ah, please stay where you are—"

“Honey, just a second! Let me…let me just find my slippers—”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your discarded robe on the floor and put on your sandals, while your husband raced to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself. “Love, I’ll be there in a moment. Please take Yuqing back to her room in the meantime,” was what he said.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by curious amber eyes—the same as her father’s—who seemingly stared at you as if trying to assess the situation. She was carrying her favorite plushie, a geovishap hatchling, for some reason, while you knelt down and caressed her cheeks gently.

“Yuqing? What’s wrong?” you asked her, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

“Something jumped from the window, Mama…! I…I don’t want to go back!” She replied, almost in a whisper as she held on to the plushie tightly.

Your daughter’s words immediately caught your attention. It could just be a squirrel, or maybe something more dangerous. Nevertheless, you have to go check it out.

“Alright, honey. Let’s see what it is,” you replied as you carried her on your arms. “Mama and Papa can easily hunt monsters down!”

Yuqing blinked at you. “Hm? But where’s Papa?”

“Oh, uh…he just needs to pee,” you replied awkwardly, not totally forgetting what you two were doing a while ago.

By the time you arrived at Yuqing’s bedroom, you were greeted by a calico cat which was carrying her own young into the room, staring at you both with scrutinizing eyes. It seemed to have taken a liking to the room and decided to take shelter there. You instantly knew what was the matter.

“It’s a mama cat!” Yuqing exclaimed happily, jumping from your grasps as you muttered “be careful!” at the ecstatic child.

“Don’t come too close to it, honey,” you told her, sitting on the bed as you watched your daughter crouch near the animal to observe it. “The mama cat doesn’t like it if you touch her kittens. She might scratch you.”

“Oh…” your daughter murmured disappointingly, and then returned to your side when she had enough watching.

Looking down to her, you could really see how much Yuqing resembled Zhongli—the same eyes, the same dignified yet gentle countenance. Her hair was a little lighter but it’ll probably turn as dark as Zhongli’s when she’s older. You smiled at the thought of watching your daughter grow—a few years ago, she was still so small and fragile as you held her for the first time, but now, she’ll be turning six, and then eleven, and then little will you know, she has become such a fine lady.

Pulling her into an embrace, you caught the child off guard as you smothered her with kisses.

“Mama!” She protested, but was giggling at the same time. “Mama…what are you doing!”

“I just love my dearest Yuqing!” you exclaimed, but then stopped to pat her head gently. “Now, are you still scared?”

The dark-haired girl shook her head with a smile. “I’m ok now, Mama! It was just a cat.”

“Alright,” you smiled as you began tucking her in again. “We’ll talk in the morning what we’ll do with the cat, but right now, it’s time for you to sleep. Little girls need to sleep for them to grow big, okay?”

“Understood! Good night then, Mama!” Yuqing replied underneath her blanket, as you gently soothed her head. The whole time, you continued to do it until she had finally fallen asleep, soft snores coming from the small child which made you smile warmly.

By the time you returned to your bedroom, you could see that the bathroom lights were still on. You were waiting for Zhongli to swing by Yuqing’s room earlier but for some reason, he’s been caught up in the bathroom this whole time. It also seemed like your husband had heard you enter the room and began calling for you.

“Dear…! Perhaps you could come here for a moment?”

Curious about what was going on, you then stepped into the bathroom and only to be greeted by a much larger, more draconic Zhongli. You could only stare at the large protruding horns on his head, the scales on his arms and legs, and the tail that was swinging back and forth between his legs. Not to mention the large thing on his crotch that made you do a double take at the mere sight of it.

Zhongli closed his eyes as soon as he noticed your stunned expression. Despite how he looks, he still had a bit of his self-control intact.

“YN, I think we have a problem here,” he told you as calmly as he could.

“I might be going into heat again.”

It was finally D-Day.

The both of you spent the last week trying to prepared for this, because unlike the first time, you had responsibilities. For one, Yuqing had to be taken elsewhere and away from the carnage. It will not bode well if your child is there while your husband is being one horny dragon.

The people both of you know where highly dangerous though. Among the rejected list was Childe, Hu Tao, and Venti, with the last one loudly lamenting how he couldn’t have fun with Yuqing in Mondstadt. Keqing and Ningguang would be great but they’re busy with work, while the adepti wouldn’t have enough skills and patience to babysit a child for a week, even if it was the child of the former geo archon. That’s why in the end, you asked Lumine and Aether to take care of your daughter for a while—they were at least, safe enough not to put Yuqing in danger. Hopefully.

On the other hand, you had to prepare yourself for another bang of your life. The first time had caught you off guard, but this time, you were prepared to satiate your half-dragon husband to the fullest. You had also prepared yourself to conceive another child. Well, you really were planning to, but it was the night when Yuqing interrupted you two.

“Dear?” A head peered into the kitchen—or rather, a head with two horns.

Zhongli’s dragon features seemed to be staying longer and longer the nearer his heat approaches. Luckily enough, it wasn’t much of a rare sight in Liyue.

“Oh, morning, Zhongli. Should I brew you some tea?” you asked, busying yourself with breakfast for your family of three.

“It’s alright. I’ll do it,” he replied as he stepped in beside you, preparing the hot water to be boiled.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this in silence. You were concentrating on not getting the congee burned while he was trying to get the proper temperature of the water.

In the end, it was Zhongli who broke the silence.

“Will you be alright later?”

You whipped your head to his direction. “H-huh? What? Me? Oh, I’ll be fine!”

“Are you sure?” he asked, turning to you and caressing your cheeks with the tip of his sharp claws. “If only I could assure you that it will be painless.”

“Zhongli,” you called his name firmly as you flipped an egg. “You have never hurt me, and you never will. I survived the first time, right? We have Yuqing running around after all.”

Your words seemed to have magically melted his worries away, no matter how tacky you thought there were. But you didn’t know that Zhongli simply needed your assurance that it will be okay, otherwise, he’d go into a spiral of worry. Comforted by your presence, he crept his arms around you, hugging you from your side.

“Ah, my wife…my lovely wife…” he muttered happily as he nestled his head on your shoulder, savoring your scent and your warmth. “You’re really my wife…”

You giggled at his sudden show of playfulness. “That I am, sir.”

For Zhongli to be this affectionate, it seemed his heat has really gotten to him. Normally, he’ll reserve these kinds of actions for the both of you late at night, but right now, he’s incredibly clingly and wouldn’t stop following you wherever you go. For the most part, he really loves taking in your scent and running his hands around your body.

Soon enough, you hear the loud and rapid padding of feet on the floor as it dashed towards the kitchen where the two of you were. In a few moments, Zhongli was face to face with his own daughter who grinned gleefully at him.

“Mama, Papa!” Yuqing exclaimed as she clung to you like her father.

“Now young lady, what brings you here early in the morning?” Zhongli asked mischievously, still hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Lumine and Aether! They’re coming right? They’re coming!” she almost shouted, arm tightly adhered to your leg.

“In about half an hour, darling,” you replied. “Now, are you both aware that I’m trying to cook here? I can’t move!”

Instead of letting go however, Zhongli tightened his hold of you while nuzzling deeper on your shoulder while Yuqing did the same on your leg. You grumbled. “Like father, like daughter.”

Giggling, Yuqing glanced at her father who was tightly clinging to you like she was.

“Papa, do you like Mama?”

Zhongli, for a moment, smiled at her warmly before replying. “Very much so, my dear.”

You could only hide your flustered expression at his words. But of course, it made your heart skip a beat, even after marrying him and having his child, Zhongli could still make you feel this way with just a few words.

It was a good thing that Yuqing changed the subject before your heart could explode.

“Papa! You have horns!” she exclaimed and pointed at Zhongli’s head.

“Oh? Is this your first time seeing it?” he asked as he knelt to the floor. “Do you want to touch it?”

Zhongli could definitely see his daughter’s amber eyes sparkling with curiosity as she slowly inched her way closer to him. Yuqing may look like him, but she definitely has your temperament. The way she sees the world with so much wonder and excitement reminded Zhongli of you.

“Can I, Papa? Can I?” she asked, her small fingers reaching out for them.

“Yes, you may, my dear.”

Bending down, Zhongli felt Yuqing glide her fingers at smooth surface of the horns. “Be careful though, the tips should be sharp enough to wound you.”

Filled with wonder, the child gazed at Zhongli with amazement. “Papa, are you a dragon?!”

“I can become one.”

“Does…! Does that mean I can be a dragon too?!”

Aahh…You smiled at the two of them as you finished the last of your cooking. “Alright now. Let’s have breakfast. The twins will be here soon if we don’t hurry up!”

“Aether! Lumine!”

The dark-haired girl immediately ran towards the twins right after you opened the door to greet them, incredibly excited for the week ahead. Aether scooped her into his arms right away as Lumine pinched her cheek for being so adorable.

“We’re extremely grateful to you two for agreeing to take care of Yuqing,” you told them bashfully. “It was hard to think of anyone reliable and willing to do it in such a short notice.”

“It’s okay, YN,” Lumine replied, “We’d love to have Yuqing around anyway! Right, Aether?”

Distracted with playing with Yuqing, Aether turned to Lumine who was looking at him pointedly. “Huh? Oh! Oh yeah! We’re gonna play a lot!”

“Let’s play house again, Aether!” Yuqing interrupted, “I’ll be the mommy, Lumine will be the aunty and you’re the daddy!”

A large, tall shadow loomed over the twins from behind you. “I prefer if you’d arrange the designations in a different way.”

“Oh, Zhongli.” You turned to your husband who was menacing enough to make the male twin tremble like a leaf, especially in his half-dragon form.

“M-Mr. Z-Zhongli!” Aether immediately felt a chill run down his spine. If anything, he felt an overprotective dad is way scarier than all the monsters he battled so far.

“Good morning Mr. Zhongli,” Lumine greeted the man calmly with a smile. “You don’t have to worry about anything! Yuqing can be the mommy, I’ll be the daddy and Aether’s the dog.”

“Good.”

You could only smile awkwardly at the whole exchange. If this continues on, Zhongli might change his mind and insist his daughter to stay.

“Alright, here’s all her clothes for the week as well as other stuff she needs,” you interrupted as you shoved a bag on Lumine’s hands. “Please don’t hesitate to call us if something happens.”

Lumine only glanced at you with a plastered smile. Bothering them isn’t something she’d really want to do.

“We will, YN,” Aether replied and then exchanged looks with his sister. “I think it’s time for us to take off now though.”

“Alright. Come on, Yuqing, let mama and papa kiss you goodbye,” you told them as you reached out for your daughter who easily climbed out of Aether’s arms.

Crouching down, you and Zhongli embraced your daughter tightly, kissing her cheeks several times until she began protesting. With Zhongli chuckling, he patted her head gently while reminding her of several things.

“Now young lady, be of your best behavior. Don’t make Lumine and Aether worry too much.

“I will, Papa! Can I have almond tofu as a reward then?”

Zhongli smiled at her amusingly. “Alright. Do we have a contract then?”

“Yes! It’s a pinky promise!” Yuqing held out her pinky and linked it with Zhongli’s, who was careful not to scratch her with his claws.

“Don’t forget to drink your vitamins and eat your vegetables, ok? And sleep on time. Be careful not to go anywhere without telling Lumine or Aether!”

Yuqing sighed, “Yes, yes, Mama. I will.”

Ruffling her head, you finally kissed her forehead while Zhongli did the same.

“Don’t forget to have fun!”

As she ran off to Lumine’s side, the both of you stood up.

“We’ll be going then. See you after a week!” Aether exclaimed as they began to take the steps down the porch.

“Bye, bye, Mama, Papa!”

With that, the three of them disappeared and went off their way.

Glancing at your husband, it had finally dawned on you that this was only the beginning.

“So, should we get started?”

He asked, and you froze.

“W-wait…! Zhongli!”

“What’s the matter?”

Your husband asked you, as if he wasn’t pinning you against the wall, nuzzling against your neck as he took in your scent. You could feel his warm breath against your pulse, his hands on your waist as he continued to pepper small, faint kisses on your skin.

“It’s…it’s the middle of the day…a-and…and…!”

“You never had an issue with that… are you getting shy, my love?”

You could sense the teasing tone in his voice as he nibbled on your ear, without ever the intention of removing himself from you. Flustered, you pursed your lips as you bit down a moan.

“N-No, I’m not! It’s just…!”

“It’s just what?”

Zhongli smirked at your unexpected bashfulness, urging him to tease you more to see more of that adorable expression of yours.

“I-I mean, we just sent off Yuqing…and they might return or something—”

“Oh, they won’t.” Zhongli gave your jaw a small hickey. “Or at least I’m sure they are well aware not to bother us.”

“H-Huh…?”

Without furnishing you an answer, he simply knelt down before you and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you down. Looking down, you could see him smirking mischievously at you, making you gulp.

“Why don’t we get you ready, my love?”

Slipping his head underneath your skirt, you instantly felt his lips on your thighs as he kissed his way up towards your core. You could feel yourself melting at the heat of the situation; the sensation of his warm tongue prodding your clothed entrance.

“Z-Zhongli…! Mnhh…!”

Even with your underwear on, you could easily feel him stimulate your sensitive clit as he circled his tongue around before sucking it. Your knees buckled immediately as you found your hands holding on to his horns, careful not to pull too much.

“You’re so drenched here, YN,” he told you, his voice vibrating against your sensitive parts.

“D-Don’t say that! O-Ohh…! Fuck!”

You couldn’t even tell him off properly as soon as he slid of your underwear and began to tease your hole with his tongue. You could feel him go in and out as his warmth filled you up. But it wasn’t enough, of course. After getting a taste of the real thing, nothing could satiate you other than him.

“Zhongli…oh god! Ah—!”

Without stopping, he continued to lap on your juices and stimulate you until you were at the edge of orgasm. You could feel your legs grow weak and the only thing keeping you from falling to the floor was his tight grip on you as he ruthlessly ate you out like a hungry man.

Peeking from underneath your skirt, Zhongli watched as he gradually pushed you closer and closer to your climax. His bright amber eyes filled with lust as he stared at your half-lidded eyes and trembling lips; crying his name out loud over and over again. He wanted to take you then and there, push his cock inside you until you were filled to the brim; his hard on was excruciatingly painful inside his pants, but he had to be patient and get you ready for him.

“Come for me, love,” he muttered, circling his tongue around your clit once more and sucking it.

It only took an instant for you to shiver and tremble in pleasure as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. Your skin felt like a surge of electricity passed over you as your knees buckled and your arms held on to his shoulders to stop you from falling over.

Removing himself from underneath your skirt, Zhongli then scooped your weak figure and carried you on his arms towards the sofa. He had you sitting on his lap facing him while you encircled your arms around his shoulders and waiting for your high to calm down.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this. Zhongli kept on giving you small pecks on your neck and shoulders, slowly divesting you of your clothes as he went around your body. It was slow and sensual; unlike the first time he was in heat.

“H-Hey…you too…” you purred, kissing the underside of his jaw.

He only hummed at you; his hands busy with getting your skirt off of you. “Yes?”

“Let me undress you too.”

Zhongli reigned in his urges as soon as he heard your suggestion. His face flushed as he watched you slowly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt to reveal his toned chest. Groaning at the feeling of your hands on his bare skin, he knew he only had a few moments left before all his self-control could fly off the window. But it was incredible, he could only feel himself grow even harder.

Soon enough, you were already on the floor kneeling before him. Zhongli felt himself tense up at what you were about to do, but had to strength left to stop you from doing it. Silently, he watched as you glide your hands on his things and then to the prolific bulge on his pants. You could feel him poke you earlier while you were sitting on his lap, which gave you the idea of blowing him off.

Gradually, you undid his belt and pants and finally take out his monstrosity of a cock. Zhongli gave a guttural groan as he felt your hands pump his shaft tentatively, his claws biting at the soft leather of the sofa.

It wasn’t the first time you saw his cock, and while it was impressive in normal days, the one right before you was definitely befitting of a dragon. You hesitated.

H-how did this thing fit inside of me before?!

Nevertheless, you continued on. It was massive but it was definitely hot, seeing Zhongli sitting there in front of you with a flushed face and his cock out. Timidly, you gave the tip a small peck as you slowly allowed your tongue to glide over it.

“Y-YN…that’s…!”

Empowered by his reactions, you then licked the underside of his shaft until it was glistening wet with your saliva. Eventually, precum began to ooze out of the tip and curiously, you began licking it as well, sucking it in the process.

“Ughh…! F-fuck…YN…! I’m really—”

Trying to bob your head up and down, you could only fit so much of him inside your mouth as your jaw tried to accommodate his size. But you felt your core tighten up and become wet, thinking that this cock will eventually fill you up to the brim with his cum.

Zhongli was rapidly losing it. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to cum inside of you and have you bear his child. He wanted to see your cunt filled with his seed until it oozes out of you, and then plug his cock back inside of you to fill you up once again.

No, this won’t do.

“YN…! Y-YN…! P-Please stop! Mnnh—!”

He held your chin to make you stop—the way your lips left a trail of saliva to his dick tempted him push it back inside your mouth—but he had to end it there, right before he came inside your mouth. Slowly he guided you towards him; confused as to why he stopped you right before he was about to come, you moved back to his lap where he gently caressed you and wiped his fluids from your cheeks.

“Let me kiss you, my love.”

In a soft and gentle kiss, Zhongli captured your lips. You could feel it radiating with love and warmth as he slid his lips over yours, his tongue darting inside, as if trying to fill his senses of you and only you. You both kissed until your lips were swollen, until you felt him rub his shaft against you unconsciously, making you moan in the kiss.

“Z-Zhongli…” you gasped for air. “Are you…holding yourself back?”

With those amber eyes, he gazed at you seriously—all the while keeping your lips closed to his.

“Is it a sin to treasure you so much?”

His words caught you off guard, but eventually, you smiled. Zhongli never failed to express his love for you. He was gentle and kind, a good husband and an even better father. Brushing a few stray locks of hair from his sweat-riddled face, you kissed his forehead as a way to show how much you appreciated his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you for thinking about me, Zhongli,” you remarked, “But right now, I really want you to let loose and fill me up completely with you.”

With eyes blown wide, Zhongli felt himself twitch at your words—his arousal no longer hidden. Grabbing the back of your head, he then crashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss lidden with passion and lust. He bit and licked on your lips while his hand groped your full breasts, pinching at your nipples to make you gasp against his lips.

“Then so be it,” he smirked. “I’ll make you completely mine.”

Guiding his shaft to your slick entrance, he pushed himself inside of you in one go—making you squeal at the sudden sensation of being penetrated. It took some time for you to accommodate his large cock, but eventually, your cunt was drenched so much that it hadn’t become much of an issue.

“Z-Zhongli…! Oh god—fuck! …s-so big…!”

You began riding him, moving up and down on his lap while Zhongli continued to make you feel good by playing with your breasts. You could feel his sharp claws make indentations on your skin, but not hard enough to draw blood, but it was a strange sensation which only heightened the pleasure of having his dragon cock thrusted inside of you.

“Hnnghh!! Y-YN…!” Zhongli winced at the sudden tightness, and began to distract himself from cumming by licking on your pert nipples until they were red and sensitive.

With pleasure attacking you from different parts, you could only mewl as Zhongli gradually turned you into a lewd mess as you felt him twitch inside of you. Soon enough, he’ll be cumming inside of you, and that would the first among many others for this entire week. If his first heat said anything, Zhongli wouldn’t stop mating with you until you were fertilized with his seed.

The thought did nothing but coax you to your climax. You could feel yourself tighten around him as he pounded into you mercilessly, your juices mixing together. Zhongli was also close. He was already extremely aroused, and it wouldn’t take long for him to climax.

“A-Ah—! YN….! L-love…I’m…I’m close…!”

He muttered with face flushed and breath ragged.

“Yes…! Oh god, yes…! P-Please, Zhongli…! Ah—! F-fill me…fill me up…!”

In just a few thrusts, the both of you came at the same time. He pushed deep inside of you and came; his warmth filling you up until he was spent. You were still shivering with pleasure when he pulled you in for a kiss, his tongue once again ravishing you with so much intensity that it could be argued that he made you come once again with just a kiss.

Reeling in from the afterglow, you could still feel him hot and hard inside of you, as his breathed hard against your neck. You were no different though—the way your mind was still covered with a haze of lust, or the way his cock inside of you felt so good as it hit a particularly good spot. The aphrodisiac you got from Dr. Baizhu seemed to be quite effective.

Removing yourself from his embrace, you staggered to stand up with your limp legs, but managed to crawl on fours right beside him.

Zhongli was both bewildered and disappointed to have your warm body away from him, but when you pushed your ass before him and gazed at him with sultry eyes, he felt his heart rate pick up the pace.

It was embarrassing to show your cunt dripping with your juices and his cum, but you didn’t really care much. You were too entrenched with arousal to feel embarrassment.

“Z-Zhongli…let’s…let’s do it again…?”

Grabbing your ass, he spread you out even more, and even slapped your butt lightly. Zhongli could definitely see his cum dripping out of you and promptly scooped it up with his finger and pushed it back inside of you.

“P-Please…! Zhongli…I—!”

He smirked. “Very well.”

Without warning, he slid himself back inside of you; making you bite back the remaining words. It felt incredible having him inside. It was hot, as if you were burned and electrified at the same time. Your mouth hardly had the time to close as he continued to piston in and out of you.

This time however, Zhongli began playing with your oversensitive clit, groaning loudly at how you tightened your walls around him. You squealed in delight as his cock hit a particularly good spot, making you cum sooner than expected.

“Oh…o-oh god! Z-Zhongli….! Zhongli…! A-ah…!”

Yet despite your premature climax, he continued on—thrusting inside of you and prolonging your orgasm. It was so good you could feel tears pooling the side of your eyes as he plowed your sensitive cunt.

“You came, didn’t you?” he asked, his lips once again on yours. “I’ll make you come again soon enough.”

True to his promised, Zhongli picked up his pace and fucked you as roughly as he could. You knew there will be bruises after this but the pleasure was greater than anything for you to care about. The way his cock just fills you up, hitting your g-spot over and over again relentlessly, or the way his groans just sends shivers down your spine.

“F-Fuck…! Fuck…!Z-Zhongli! I’m—! I’m gonna…!”

“Yes, love...! Haa….come for me…! I’ll fill you up with my seed…”

Once again, you came from the overstimulation—your arms failing as the pleasure was greater than anything you experienced so far.

“F-fuck…YN…a-ah—!”

With that, Zhongli suddenly bit your shoulder as he pumped more of his seed inside of you, which only overflowed from your hole. You mewled at the mixture of pain and pleasure, unable to distinguish the one from the other, but you knew it felt extremely good.

Zhongli was silent for a while as he lapped on the bitemarks he had made. He was glad that he hadn’t bit too hard, but for some reason, he also liked how you were marked as his.

“Allow me to take you to the bedroom,” he whispered to you as you nodded your head groggily. Sleep was beginning to approach you fast.

Unsheathing himself from you, you winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness. But it was immediately remedied by the feeling of his warm body near you as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Slowly, he laid you down on the soft mattress and eventually joined you there, embracing you from the back.

“Let’s rest for now,” he muttered right before your eyelids fell heavy. “We’ll need it for later.”

And he was right.

For the next few days, the two of you tainted every room inside the house (well, except for Yuqing’s bedroom).

From the kitchen where Zhongli fucked you from behind, bending you on the counter as he emptied himself inside of you—to the bathroom where cleaning up turned into another round where he slowly entered you while underwater—or on the floor, which was only because you couldn’t reach the bed because he was too horny for his own good.

It was only then, as the both of you rested from the last round which took all night and early morning, that you realized how much time had passed.

“Mama! Papa! I’m back!”

Your eyes shot open, and glanced at Zhongli who was staring at you as well.

“Oh no.”

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amistytown · 3 years

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The Brothers Comfort a Bullied MC

I started writing this thinking it would be something short and sweet I could finish in a day, and then it turned into this. MC remains gender neutral, and I currently don’t write for the dateables, but when I do I could always write a part II if people are interested. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it, anon, and thank you for the request! As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Trigger warning for mentions of blood, violence, and physical and emotional bullying. Thank you to those who take the time to read my work; it’s greatly appreciated!

LUCIFER

Immediately notices you’re quieter than usual, face sullen and void of the beautiful smile Lucifer has grown accustomed to. He’s determined to figure out what’s troubling you, undeniably concerned for your wellbeing; you’re the exchange student, though, more importantly, you’re his human, and your happiness is his own. That night he calls you to his study, always willing to make time in his busy schedule to accommodate you, especially when his human is in need. Your eyes are dark and swollen, and your head is bowed as you enter; you look exceptionally fragile, his heart aching at the sight. Behind closed doors he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his embrace, pressing a light kiss to your forehead while he runs his fingers through your hair; he can feel you relax against him, hands twisting in his shirt as you bury your face in his chest.

Bursting into tears, you cry in his arms, and he holds you close, gaze soft as he consoles you, gently rubbing your back and whispering words of comfort. You’re his priority, his pride and joy, and he won’t rest until he knows you’re okay, wanting to soothe your aching heart. Flames dance in the fireplace, casting the room in their golden glow and emanating a heat that dries your tears and warms you both body and soul. Lucifer cradles you to him in one of the chairs situated before the hearth, watching over you as you curl up in his lap. Patiently he waits for you to speak what’s on your mind, unburdening yourself of your worries, his anger quiet and cold once he learns of the demons tormenting you. They are foolish to bully the one he loves, and to do so on school grounds; they will certainly be punished for their crimes—he will see to it personally.

Lucifer reassures you will no longer endure such harassment, encouraging you to confide in him; there’s little you can do or say to bother the Avatar of Pride, and he wants to help when able, providing his undying support. Your mood lifts significantly, and his heart swells as you cup his cheeks to draw him into a kiss, your lips smiling against his and sweetening the moment. He won’t allow you to leave his side the remainder of the night, and you’re eager to remain in his company, lounging in his study while you wait for him to finish his work. Though his focus is elsewhere, and he decides to turn in early, carrying you to his room where he tucks you in, hugging you to him beneath the blankets. The next morning, he excuses you from your duties, ordering a day of rest and relaxation; you deserve it, after all.

MAMMON

The Avatar of Greed is attending class when he overhears a low-level demon taunting you, throwing insult after insult while you try to focus on your studies; though the longer you ignore them, the more they push back, your face falling as their words leave their mark on your heart. Mammon’s blood is boiling, and he’s out of his seat, towering over the demon in an instant, a hand wrapped around their throat. Lucifer intervenes, putting an end to the chaos, but Mammon is unapologetic, his elder brother’s lecturing doing little to quell the fire still raging beneath the surface. He’s your protector, and he won’t hesitate to defend you—the consequences be damned.

To say he’s worried about you is an understatement, he refuses to leave your side, determined to protect you at all costs. A lowly demon is harassing you? The Great Mammon will deal with them personally, and once he’s finished, they won’t think twice about hurting his human. He loves you, although it’s difficult for him to admit at times, but you’re his world, and he hates to see you upset. Words do hurt, he knows all too well, so he’ll show you how loved you are by holding your hand and pulling you into his warm embrace, allowing you to cry on his shoulder—anything for you. Your tears wet his jacket, body shaking as you sob, finally breaking down from days of bullying. He wishes he noticed sooner, but he’s here now and will take care of you.

As soon as school is over for the day, he’ll make certain you’re comfortable and help you unwind in the peace and quiet of your room; tell him what you want and it’s yours, no questions asked. He’ll order your favorite food, which you enjoy while watching a movie, finding solace in one another’s presence. When you smile for the first time that day he’s elated, appreciating how beautiful you are—heart, body, and soul—if anyone deserves happiness, it’s you. His arms encircle your waist, drawing you close, and you kiss his cheek in thanks before resting your head on his chest. The soft touch of your lips renders him speechless, his heart pounding as he breathes in your scent, sweet and heavenly. Once he composes himself, he returns the kiss with fervor, promising to always protect you.

LEVIATHAN

The downside to attending class online is he can’t see you throughout the day. After school he makes sure the two of you have plans, whether it’s playing videos games, watching anime, or simply enjoying each other’s company. He’s devastated when you cancel on him, but more concerned you’re feeling unwell; humans are fragile creatures, and he needs to take care of his Henry. Of course, those self-deprecating thoughts linger at the back of his mind, telling him you cancelled on purpose—who wants to waste their time on a gross otaku like him? However, he collects himself, dismissing them for your sake, and knocks on your bedroom door with trembling hands.

Light cascades from your room into the hall, his eyes widening when they meet yours, your gaze glassy and cheeks stained by your tears. For a moment he wonders if he is to blame, trying to recall everything he said and did since breakfast, to find an answer, only to confuse himself further. Yet you smile at him, anchoring him to reality, and he hates how it fails to reach your eyes. He can’t help enveloping you in his arms, forgetting how to breathe now that you’re so close, and he’s certain his heart is about to break as you begin to sob into his chest, clinging to him in desperation. Your cries hurt him dearly, and he wants to cry himself seeing you upset, but refrains, staying by your side to offer what support he can give.

In the privacy of his room, he’s extra attentive, hesitant but soft touches and worried glances in your direction while he wraps you up in his blankets, even allowing you to hold his Ruri-chan pillow for comfort. The tub is snug with the both of you inside, his face red and burning, though he’s glad you look much happier, safe and warm in his embrace. He puts on a lighthearted anime hoping it’ll lift your spirits further, the laugh that escapes you music to his ears. The episode ends, and you finally tell him the cause of your pain, opening your heart to him, his hold tightening when tears gather in your eyes once again. His insecurities are now forgotten, replaced by a wave of anger that consumes him, and he fights to keep his demonic aura at bay. A lowly demon dares to hurt you? He’ll make them rue the day they decided to torment his player 2. Until then he’ll let you know exactly how special you are, indulging you the rest of the night.

SATAN

Satan is browsing the books in the RAD library when the comfortable silence is unceremoniously shattered, dissolving into chaos in a matter of seconds. Angry shouts reverberate off the walls, forcing their way beneath his skin—warm, uncomfortable, yet addicting—setting him alight. He can feel the intensity of every word, his heart pounding, pulsing in his ears with each syllable, the Avatar of Wrath unable to deny he appreciates the beauty of the heated exchange unfolding before him. Although he considers himself a demon of knowledge, making a name for himself in the Devildom for his intellect and held to high standards, he’s not impervious to his sin. He’s irritated, his concentration lost, but a part of him enjoys the pandemonium, wanting to tempt them further into madness. A scream interrupts his thoughts, a pitiful sound, and his blood runs cold. He knows you, your voice, and to hear you cry out is enough to break his resolve.

A hand firmly closes around your throat, blood welling beneath clawed fingers, as you’re forced into a corner. The panic in your eyes fills him with an uncontrollable rage, and he yearns to rip the heart from the demon who threatens you, the very person he holds dear to his own. Wrath overpowers all rationale, and he doesn’t mind, your life greater than the image he’s meticulously cultivated over centuries. He lunges at the demon without warning, grip bruising as he wrenches them away and drives them into the nearest bookshelf, watching it topple over in a cloud of dust and debris. An eerie hush falls over the library, curious gazes on the fourth born, but he’s indifferent, dragging the wretched creature from the wreckage; a grin spreading across his face at their desperate pleas—they only fuel the fire raging within. However, their life is spared due to Lucifer’s interference; Satan’s sure he’s instilled enough fear in the demon’s mind to last an eternity.

The resulting lecture from Lucifer leaves Satan with a headache. He’s unrepentant, his wrath reduced to an ember, but it still smolders, hot and heavy in his chest. When he enters the House of Lamentation, he finds you waiting to throw your arms around him, and despite his anger, he melts against you, calmed by your presence—so sweet and inviting he could lose himself in your very embrace. You’re his saving grace, and he’ll protect you as fiercely as he loves you, hating to see you scared and vulnerable, especially at the mercy of another. Even now he can see the remnants of fear and taste the salt of your tears as he kisses your cheek, fingers ghosting over the dark bruises on your neck. There’s a twinge of anger, but also dread knowing another hurt you and how quickly they could have taken you from him. The familiar smell of books is soothing, the large stacks scattered about his room bathed in moonlight. You’re curled up in his bed, listening to him read aloud with your head on his shoulder, his free hand stroking idly through your hair. At that moment, you look content, smiling at him, and he can’t help leaning over to capture your lips in a kiss, glad he can bring you comfort during the darkest of nights.

ASMODEUS

After school, Asmodeus sees the exhaustion in your eyes and the lack of color in your face, your natural glow seeming to fade throughout the day. Avoiding his gaze, you wilt in his arms when he pulls you into his embrace, his heart aching with desire when you are resistant to his charms. You don’t look at him in adoration or hug him back as tightly, basking in his beauty and praising him while he kisses your loving smile from your lips. Instead, you stare at the ground, body tensing when he cups your cheek, and although you lean into his touch, tears spring forth, hot beneath his fingertips. He can hardly stomach seeing you so distraught, his darling human, helplessly watching you fall to pieces in front of him.

The halls are silent aside from your sobs as you cry into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck while he carries you up the stairs to his room, whispering words of love and comfort in the hope they’ll soothe the pain that bleeds to the very depths of your soul. He’s grateful you allow him to hold and console you, trusting him to care for you in a moment of vulnerability, clinging to him without fear and seeking out all he’s able to offer. Your tears stain his blouse, and his makeup is mussed, yet he pays no mind, rocking and hushing you until you’re unable to shed another, chest heaving with each strangled breath that escapes you. Placing a tender kiss on your forehead, he hums sweetly, angelic voice lulling you to sleep. He watches over you after tucking you into his bed, affectionately stroking your face. For now, you rest your weary head, and once you awake, he’ll figure out what’s troubling his poor human, hoping he can put your mind at ease.

Dinner is your responsibility tonight, but Asmodeus doesn’t dare wake you, stepping in on your behalf. His brothers are well fed, and he makes sure to prepare an extravagant meal for his love, happy to serve you in the comfort of his bed. In fact, he feeds you himself, and you laugh as he cheerily extends a spoonful in your direction, blessing him with your beautiful smile for the first time that day. Beneath the silken sheets, he lays beside you, and you curl around him, glancing at him shyly before thanking him with a light but sweet kiss he savors long after you’ve parted. Yet you still look pained, and he encourages you to confide in him, cradling your head to his chest. Your voice is strained, barely above a whisper, but he hears every word, blinking tears from his own eyes. How long did you endure such harassment at the hands of those demons—on RAD grounds no less—suffering all on your lonesome. He’s appalled, wishing he could have protected you and sad he could not, however, he’ll make it up to you; anyone who hurts you is better off dead anyway. From here on out, he’ll take greater care of his human, keeping you safe in his arms.

BEELZEBUB

Finally, lunchtime! Beelzebub is weighing his options as he makes a beeline for the cafeteria, the rumble of his stomach echoing loudly in the halls. Though all thoughts of food vanish when he turns the corner to find you on the ground, a group of low-level demons looming over your trembling form. They flee the second they notice the Avatar of Gluttony, reeking of fear. He considers following them, goaded by his anger, which rages within, hot and intense, pulling a feral growl from his throat. However, the sound of your cries reaches his ears, a somber melody that brings him to his knees. He kneels beside you, brows knit in concern, and gently wipes your tears away before catching you as you throw yourself into his embrace. The rest of the world no longer matters, only his human while he holds you in the now empty corridor, heart unbearably heavy.

Carefully, he lifts you off the floor into his arms, mindful of his strength as his holds you, your body feeling soft and warm and awfully fragile under his touch. Yet you lean against him, sighing into his shoulder and seeking comfort from him—a large, scary demon, one of the most powerful in the Devildom. He’s glad he’s able to protect you, but there are times he worries you’ll look at him differently, your eyes wide with worry like the demons’ who ran at the mere sight of him. Your gaze is loving, and you snuggle closer, thanking him; he feels a little lighter knowing you’re safe, and that you trust him to take care of you. The palms of your hands are scraped, blood drying to your skin—a reminder of what those demons did to you—and he presses a kiss to your fingers, vowing to teach them a lesson they surely won’t forget.

The emptiness of his stomach is agonizing, a pain that runs deep, but he desperately wants to stay with you, comforting his sweet human who needs him now more than ever. He’ll gladly miss lunch for you, putting you above his sin despite the influence it holds over him, and tending to your injuries. The school day passes by slowly, however, he keeps a watchful eye on you, your smile filling him with a happiness that helps him through the last of his classes. Afterwards, he offers to bring you to your favorite bakery; food always manages to cheer him up, and he thinks you deserve a treat. On the way home with bags of decadent desserts and pastries, he hums, reaching for your hand, which fits so perfectly in his own. Again, you smile at him, and he’s glad he’s found a place by your side, brightening your day and you his.

BELPHEGOR

The Avatar of Sloth awakes from a dreamless sleep, hating how cold and empty his bed feels without you beside him. In a daze, he wanders into the hall—pillow in hand—the thought of holding you tightly against him, soaking up your warmth, tempting him down the stairs. Most nights he finds himself sneaking into your room and slipping into your bed, your body seeking his out in the darkness and welcoming him into your embrace. He’s thankful you’ve allowed him into your heart, Belphegor cherishing the intimacy between you, a love he once considered a mere fantasy. Though he pauses outside your door with bated breath, listening to the melancholy rise and fall of the cries echoing in the corridor—your cries.

Throwing the door open, he peers into the darkness to find you huddled beneath your blankets, eyes wet with tears as you glance up at him, clearly startled. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, hands shaking, and he swallows against the panic, slightly reassured you’re safe in bed, but the miserable look on your face is more than he can bear. You whisper his name, voice rough and shaky, your pain tangible. The mattress dips beneath him, and he pulls you into his lap, cradling you to him. His gentle gaze sweeps over you—his human who deserves all the love in the three realms—and he kisses your tears away, wishing to free you of your burdens. Sleep can wait. You’re far too precious to him, and he’ll do anything to see you smile again, helping you piece your heart back together even if it takes the rest of the night.

Time is endless with you in his arms, your cries fading into quiet sobs as you lean into his touch, relaxing under the loving caress of his hand on your cheek. You regard him hesitantly, unspoken words on the tip of your tongue, and he’s nothing but encouraging as he kisses your forehead down to the tip of your nose, earning him a small yet beautiful smile that vanishes all too soon. Belphegor is eerily quiet while he listens to you, sad you felt the need to keep this a secret—alone with your worries—angry at himself for not noticing sooner, and livid at the demons who foolishly hurt you, instilling you with such fear you dreaded school each morning; they’ll regret laying a finger on his human, and he knows he’ll enjoy their agonized screams when he gets his hands on them. Until then, he promises to love and protect you, watching over you as you fall into a peaceful sleep at his side.

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noctumbra · 4 years

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❝scent❞

summary ─ “you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

pairing ─ alpha!beefy!bucky barnes x tiny!omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, heat/rut sex, breeding kink, marking kink, sort of marathon sex, pet names, belly bulge

a/n ─ holy shit. hope you like it skjfhsdjfhskjf please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FOUR: alpha!beefy!bucky + tiny!omega!reader + heat/rut sex + breeding kink

You were humming to yourself as you fluffed the pillows you had laid on your bed; whatever you had in the apartment that was categorized as ‘soft’, you had it on the bed. Your heat was close, too close even. You could pick up the telltale signs of your pre-heat, hence the nest you had built. Your body was too warm lately, you got aroused a lot more easily than you usually did. You knew that your scent had changed, too. The looks you got while walking down the street after doing a week’s worth grocery shopping told you enough.

Only thing left to do was waiting for it to hit you.

That and, of course, waiting for Bucky, your Alpha, to come home from the mission he had to go at the last minute. He assured you that it wasn’t going to take long, but it had been four days already. Your body and soul were missing him terribly in the huge bed. The only thing that soothed you enough to get over a couple more days was hugging his pillow and wearing his clothes.

Getting off the bed, you padded towards the kitchen silently. You were still humming to yourself, a song you had heard at the grocery store, when the first of the cramps hit you out of nowhere. You gasped, putting one of your hands on the fridge, the other was placed on your stomach.

Fucking cramps.

You hated them. They were always, always, painful when Bucky wasn’t around. He knew how to soothe, rub and what you needed. He wasn’t here by your side at the moment, though. You sighed and sniffed softly, missing your husband’s, your Alpha’s, presence terribly, you sat down on the chair that was in the kitchen. He asked for you to stay at the tower specifically even though he knew that you’d be more comfortable at your own place in Brooklyn, he needed you to stay at the tower for your safety.

That meant that you had a friend to talk to.

“Hey, Jarvis?” You called out to the AI. “You there?”

“Yes, Ms. Barnes. How can I help you?” You sighed at the soothing voice of the computer. You always liked how softly Jarvis would speak.

“Is there any news on their arrival? My heat started,” you murmured, both hands now clutching at your stomach as you breathed through another cramp.

“They’re on their way back, Ms. Barnes,” Jarvis said, “ETA an hour.” You nodded, knowing that he could see you through the cameras scattered around the floor, and thanked him quietly. Waiting for the cramp to go away, you thought you could make yourself a hot chocolate until you got really desperate. You hated starting your heat without Bucky there; none of the toys you have was him, didn’t carry his scent nor as warm as him. So, you were to wait for an hour.

After what felt like a century, you got up. Your moves were slow and careful not to set off another cramp. You filled the kettle with water and turned the thing on; you needed your hot water bag so badly. Then, you pulled the ingredients for the hot chocolate: Bitter chocolate, cinnamon sticks, brown sugar, a little ginger and milk. You mixed them in silence. The sweet and heady aroma of the chocolate and cinnamon spread around the whole floor, and you hummed happily.

As the kettle went off, your hot chocolate was ready. You filled the water into its bag and the chocolate into a big cup. Adding a couple marshmallows on top, you put the rest the chocolate on top of the marshmallows. You were a chocolate monster when you were heat, and Bucky didn’t like the consumption of chocolate you went through, so you had to take your dosage before he came home.

You walked back to the bedroom; totally planning on burying yourself under the thick and soft linens and duvet, with your hot water bag under your feet and against your back, sipping your hot cocoa until your husband arrived.

What you didn’t plan on, though, was to fall asleep after you finished your cocoa, definitely buried under the duvet.

You jumped awake with the sudden pain. Your cramps were getting stronger, more painful, and Bucky still wasn’t home. You whined pitifully. Tears ready roll down, you whimpered and rubbed your face into his pillows, breathing his scent deeply.

“Jarvis?” You whined. “Where the fuck is my husband?”

“The quinjet had a problem and they had to land somewhere else, Ms. Barnes. ETA has changed from an hour to unknown,” Jarvis answered you. He sounded genuinely sorry, and not that you could blame the freaking computer for it. You whimpered again at the ‘unknown’ and sniffed.

“Thanks, J,” you murmured. You heard him mumbling something back, but you were way too lost in your head.

You wanted your husband here, your Alpha. Your body was yearning and calling out for him, and he wasn’t here to make everything okay. You needed his scent; from his skin, not his pillows. The scent on the fluffy thing was almost washed off, anyway. You needed him here to renew it, make everything okay and stop the pain. Bucky was the only one who could stop the pain, but he wasn’t here to stop it.

Mewling sadly, you sniffed and rubbed your face in his pillow once more.

You felt a cramp kick in with the sniff of his faint scent; your body was burning, sweat had gathered on your forehead long time ago, you gasped. Everything was too much: Too hot, too painful, too empty. You thought about your toys, thought about delaying, keeping yourself entertained until he came, but your body denied the thought with a stronger wave of cramp and you bowed forward, gasping one more time.

You hadn’t realized how much time passed until you heard a bag dropping onto the ground sound. Sniffling, you lifted your head off the pillow, out of the lump you had created and looked at the door. You could sense him; his presence was there.

Your Alpha was home.

──

Bucky sighed deeply as he watched the elevator doors open for him and let him step into his floor in the tower. His bag was hanging on his shoulder as he toed off his boots; he had untied his laces while he was in the quinjet. With a grunt, Bucky dropped the bag on the ground. He rolled his shoulders, stretched a little.

There was a little hitch in the quinjet, but it was nothing Tony couldn’t handle. The hitch delayed their arrival for about an extra hour, but he was home at the end of the day nonetheless. All he wanted to do was to eat something, shower and hit the hay. He was exhausted. The mission was a short but rough one; all the unexpected things happened and plan had gone sideways. They had to improvise, but they made do.

It was a bit hard for him to focus with the silent buzzing that had started to go off under his skin two days into the mission, though.

Whistling to himself, Bucky walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. Seeing that it was fuller than he was expecting, he let out a surprised ‘ha!’.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he pulled a small Tupperware filled with mini-sandwiches and the milk box. Bucky popped one of the sandwiches in his mouth and filled a glass of milk. He probably needed to eat more than these sandwiches, but these were the fastest ones he could get his hands on at the moment. He quickly chewed and swallowed. “Baby? Where are you?” He called out again, but frowned in the middle of his bite because there wasn’t an answer.

“Jarvis, is Y/N home?” He asked the AI after he downed his milk in one go.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes, she is,” Jarvis answered politely. Bucky’s frown deepened. Closing the lid over the sandwiches, he walked out of the kitchen softly.

“Then where is she? Why isn’t she answering?” He questioned, but Jarvis didn’t answer him either. Bucky, now worried, ran to the bedroom. Bucky swung the door open. “Honey─”

The scent that hit him on the face had knocked him back a couple steps.

Heat.

You were in your heat.

Bucky felt the buzzing increase and he let out a quiet growl: Your scent drove him crazy the second he took a whiff of it, and he was angry at himself for leaving you alone while being so close to your heat.

“Fuck,” he cursed silently, shaking his head to clear his mind, he marched inside to check up on you. He could see all the soft linens and pillows you’ve had on the floor scattered around the bed, could also see the small lump under the covers.

“Baby girl?” He called out softly, being careful about not to startle you. He heard a whimper that was followed by a sniff, and he felt his heart break. “Oh, you sweet thing. I’m here,” he murmured. “I’m home, baby, Alpha’s home.” He heard one more sniff and then he saw your head popping out under the duvet.

Your hair was a mess and you’ve been crying; it was so easy to tell just by looking at your eyes: They were red and a little swollen. You were also sweating a bit. Bucky leaned forward and placed his hand on your cheek. His fingers were quick to tuck a couple strands of hair behind your ear, he rubbed your lips with his thumb.

Whimpering again, you leaned into his touch. You’ve missed him so much. So much.

“I know, baby,” Bucky whispered, like he could read your mind. “I’m here, it’s okay. We’re gonna make this okay, alright? ‘m gonna make the pain go away.” He kissed your forehead; his lips were so soft and soothing against your heated skin. Your nose was right over his pulse where his scent was the strongest, you gasped, inhaling deeply.

You grabbed him, anywhere you could. You grabbed him and tugged on his t-shirt. You needed skin-to-skin contact, and his t-shirt was getting in the way. You huffed a little when the t-shirt refused to fall apart under your grip. Bucky took a hold of your wrists and kissed inside of your palms.

He hushed your whimpers gently when he pulled away to take the t-shirt off. Your whimper turned into a pleased hum as he placed his warm body onto yours.

Bucky was always so freaking warm, his skin was always so freaking smooth… You loved the feeling of his naked body onto yours. It made you feel like you were loved and cherished for real; like you were wrapped in his love and his devotion with his warm skin marking you the gentlest way ever.

“There ya go, sweet love,” Bucky murmured. He was rubbing his wrists anywhere he could reach on your body, making sure that he was covering you with his scent. When he made sure that you were at least half-covered in his scent, he lifted himself off the bed to shed his remaining clothes. Thanking God silently that he got rid of his boots already, he pulled his pants off with his boxers and moved closer to you immediately.

“Can I get inside, honey? Am I allowed in your nest?” Bucky asked. His eyes were dark with arousal that your scent had woken in him. He knew that as soon as he got you to come at least once, he was going to dive head-first into his rut. I should let Jarvis know, he thought. But gotta get in the nest first.

He heard you sniff and hustle under the covers. Then, the soft linens and duvet were lifted, making a small place for him in the nest, and Bucky jumped right in.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands roaming your naked body. You must have gotten rid of your clothes when you started to sweat; that was what you tended to do. Bucky grabbed you by your neck, squeezing just a little to get you to relax, and placed your face into the crook of his neck. He knew that you must be deprived of his scent, so he should have got that taken care of first. He murmured sweet nothings and placed soft kisses on your face as you breathed his scent in deeply.

After a couple minutes later, Bucky felt the shift in the air: The sad, yearning and desperate air had changed into a hunger, aroused and desperate one. Bucky hummed.

“Mmm,” you hummed at the sound. “Alpha, please,” you murmured. Your eyes were closed, but Bucky didn’t need to see your face or your eyes to know that if you were aroused.

Your scent was letting him know faster than that.

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed once again. “What do you want, baby? Hm? You want me to love on you? Kiss you all over?” You whined. “No?” You huffed as you wiggled against him. “You want it rough, kitten? You want me to just take take and take, knot you until I can’t?” Your whimper was filled with approval, and Bucky chuckled. “I won’t stop,” he murmured. “You know that baby. You know that if I start goin’, I won’t stop until I’m finished. We did that before.”

Oh, you thought, that we did and it was fucking amazing.

“You’re one eager and hungry kitten,” Bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly. You moaned as you turned around, thighs wet from the slick you’ve been producing since the morning, and rubbed your ass against his rock-hard cock. Bucky grunted an appreciative moan into your ear. “Baby…”

“Alpha, please?” You looked at him over your shoulder. “Please, I’ve been hurting, please.” Bucky closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to calm down. Your ass was constantly rubbing against his hard-on a little faster now, and Bucky knew he was about to snap.

Growling, Bucky rolled onto you, caging you in his arms, face down on the bed. “Omega,” he groaned. You went limp at his voice tone: It was your aroused and in rut Alpha. Bucky pulled himself off you for a second, and you took advantage of it by lifting your ass up: Presenting. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky moaned behind you. You whined lightly. Bucky’s large hands placed themselves on your ass and he pulled your body towards his, making you sit on his thick thighs.

“Alpha, Bucky, please,” you whined. Your stomach was cramping and your pussy was clenching around nothing, you wanted Bucky to engulf you already but he was taking his sweet time. You moaned, eyes closing, when you felt a cramp hit you. “Fuck, please! It hurts!”

Bucky didn’t waste another second when he saw the tear rolled down on your cheek. He grabbed himself, lining it up, he slid inside of you with one, slow move.

Both of you moaned in relief.

The cramp dissipated as soon as Bucky slid inside of you; your walls were now clenching around something. You felt your thighs tremble and your stomach tighten. You knew that it wasn’t going to take you a long time to come; in fact, you were going to come if he were to thrust in the next few seconds.

“Fuuuck,” Bucky groaned loud and long behind you. His hold on your ass went even tighter; you could feel his blunt nails digging in your soft flesh there. You gasped and let your head fall back, rest on his metal shoulder. “God, kitten, you’re clenching around me so tight.”

You just mewled, holding onto his arms tighter. You moved your hips against his, practically riding him, and Bucky grunted out a sound of approval. Supporting yourself by holding onto his arms, you started to move yourself on him, riding him, faster. Your sweat covered skin was making obscenely wet sounds when it met with his, and all the sounds were getting to your head.

“Alpha,” you mewled again, turning your head to bury your nose in his neck where his scent coming off the strongest. “Take me, Alpha,” you moaned, “Please!”

Growling and grunting, Bucky pushed you face down on the bed harshly, punching a breath out of your lungs. He kept his metal hand between your shoulder blades and started to snap his hips against yours with a punishing pace. Your hips were on the air, your chest was pressed against the warm bed sheet and Bucky’s flesh was grabbing your ass tightly, squeezing it and slapping it.

“You’re so crazy for it, aren’t ya?” He spat. His face was contorted with the raw desire he was feeling, his hair was a mess and his body was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His thick thighs were hitting against yours with each thrust, his balls kissing your clit whenever he slammed back inside, and you were going mad. “You’re fuck’n droolin’ for it, honey.”

You were. The wet patch on the sheet was visible to anyone who was capable of seeing. You whimpered. You wanted him to touch you there, play with you, but words were refusing to serve you at the moment. So, you whimpered even louder.

Bucky hushed and cooed at you softly. His hips never halting, not even for a second, Bucky leaned forward, placing his metal hand right next to your head and he slipped his flesh hand down to your mound.

“I can feel myself there,” he whispered right into your ear. “I can feel my cock strokin’ your soft walls, honey love,” he continued. His thrusts were a bit slower now, more sensual. You moaned, gasped and sighed. He was filling you so perfectly, up to the brink, stretching you so nice, you loved it. You loved how crazy it always drove you. Feeling his even thicker knot at the base of his cock whenever he ground down had you clenching your thighs and bit back a gasp.

“Bucky─ oh, shit!” You gasped loudly as he pressed his hand on your mound deeper. You could feel him there, too. You could feel his gorged mushroom tip stroking your walls sensually. You moaned and bit down on the bed sheet, your hands flying to grab some part of his body and your nails found his bubbly ass, digging themselves there.

Bucky grunted at the small, unexpected pain. “Y’like that? Huh? That got you goin’?” He draped his big, warm and muscled body on top yours fully, caging you under him. You purred in delight. You loved whenever he caged you like this, whenever he smothered you with his body and scent and heat. “Yeeeah, you love that shit.”

“Mmm,” you hummed loudly. “I do, Alpha.” You carefully raised your hips and ground against him. His cock was in so deep, you could feel its heaviness on your toes.

Bucky purred at your back, releasing all kinds of happy and aroused Alpha pheromones. He slid both of his hands under you; his metal one was across your chest, his metal fingers were brushing against your nipples and eliciting whorish moans out of you while his flesh one was around your waist, hand still on your mound, still feeling the bulge his cock was creating on your lower abdomen. He moved his thighs, getting them under yours even more, making you practically half-laying on his lap, he dropped his pelvis down onto yours.

“Fuck,” you breathed as he somehow managed to slide even deeper. “Fuck, Bucky─ Deep,” you moaned. “So fucking deep, oh my God…”

You heard his dark chuckle against your ear. “All the better to put a pup in that womb of yours, pretty,” he whispered, his hot breath licking your cheeks. You gasped at his words. “Yeah, baby. We ain’t gettin’ outta this bed without me knocking you up, without making this bulge,” he pressed his hand on the bulge again, practically cupping his own cock through you, “a baby bump.”

“Oh, shit!”

Bucky smirked and started to snap his against yours again. This time the pace he set was more desperate, more delirious and more pleasurable. He was in way too deep inside of you. His cock was stroking tender places that you didn’t know they existed. His metal fingers were playing with your nipples; pinching and pulling them harshly, groping one of them in the metal palm and squeeze. With each thrust, each wet, obscene sound that echoed through your bedroom walls was rapidly pushing both of you towards the edge. You could feel Bucky’s thick knot getting bigger and bigger, and at one point his knot slid inside of you; making his thrusts turn into filthy grinds.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned in your ear. “Do you have any idea how tight you are? How good you smell? How owned you look?” You swallowed your spit, choking on a moan while doing it so. “I’ma make you look even more owned, honey.” Bucky ground his hips, hitching you up on his lap even more, angle feeling even deeper. You gasped. “I’ma put a baby in you, honey love. Then, I’ma watch you grow round with my pup. Gonna make you walk around with only your bra so that I can see my pup growing and moving in you.”

“Bucky!” Moaning and shouting, your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. You trashed in his arms, wiggled your hips, tightened your hold on his ass and threw your head back on his shoulder. Bucky growled.

“Yeah,” he groaned, “Y’re already milkin’ my cock, sweet Omega,” he murmured. “Your pussy is eager to get knocked up, innit? Hm? It’s beggin’ for my come, it’s ready for me, ain’t it?”

“Yea!” You shouted, “It is! It’s ready! Please!” You wiggled in his arms even more. Your thighs were clenching and cramping on his thick ones. “Gimme it, Alpha, please! Please put a pup in me!”

Growling, roaring, Bucky snapped his hips as much as he could while his knot was locked up in you. It was pulling the sensitive opening and creating a sweet pain there, but you loved that. You loved feeling his big knot. You moaned. You brought your hands to over his, holding them tight, you looked over your shoulder to his almost black eyes.

“Breed me, Alpha, put a pup in me, please,” you whined, high and very feminine, and purred. Bucky shouted, and then his shout turned into a loud growl and his knot popped into you. Covering your soft and hungry walls with his come, Bucky bit down on his mating mark again, causing you to shiver violently and came again, drowning you into the pleasure.

You must have blacked out because when you came back to yourself, Bucky was still locked up into your but didn’t look as tired and sweaty as he was before. You hmphed, stretching a little, a satisfied moan escaped from your mouth.

“Ah,” Bucky murmured lovingly, “There is my pretty Omega.” You felt your face heating up and smiled at him adorably. Bucky chuckled. “How are you feeling, love?” You hummed, stretching even more, and draped your naked body over your mate’s. “That good, huh?” You nodded against his equally naked body, kissing the soft skin under your lips. Bucky ushered you to sit up a little and handed you a bottle of water. “Drink some, baby,” he instructed, helping you with it since your limbs were nothing but noodles.

You felt the cold water running inside of your body, you moaned in relief. “You were thirsty, huh?” Bucky joked, smiling all too smugly to himself. You elbowed him lightly but you were smiling as well. “Here, eat this, too.” Putting a small piece of sandwich in your mouth, Bucky had fed you almost one, whole sandwich.

“Hmmm,” you hummed as you draped yourself over his body yet again. Bucky stroked your hair. You wiggled your hips, pulling on the knot just a little, Bucky hissed. “Alpha,” you whined.

“Ssh,” Bucky hushed you, “It’s alright, love.” Kissing your temples, Bucky hugged your body tightly, his hips were moving with small thrusts. He was careful not to pull on the knot, but he was able to grind deep while still locked in. You hummed a moan out. Bucky turned your head towards his by gripping your chin with his two fingers, he kissed you.

“You know the real fun is just starting, honey love.”

And before you could answer, you were flipped over again, and already close to coming.

──

It wasn’t a surprise when you found out you were pregnant with Bucky’s pup a month later, when your heat didn’t visit you.

You sure as hell celebrated the news with Bucky as if you were in heat.

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𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: zeke knows it’s wrong. you know it’s wrong. yet something always brings you back to your step-dad when your mom’s not around.

warnings: step-cest, manipulation, infidelity, mommy issues, zeke is the devil incarnate and reader is an angel (figuratively.. for now), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, daddy kink, praise kink, rough sex, creampie, you've been warned!

author's note: lord knows how long i've been thinking about this one. zeke fuckers, this one is for you. tagging @colossalnova ! hope everyone likes it!

“It must be so nice to have such a good daughter to take care of you,” Mr. Ksaver comments without a second thought, as you head towards the kitchen to get two cups of coffee for Zeke and his friend. Your lips turn up into a pleased smile as soon as you hear the words, delighted with the praise from someone so close to your step-father.

Zeke makes an effort to hide the smirk that comes to him so naturally, because if only Mr. Ksaver knew just how good of a daughter you were for him. But that’s a conversation for another day, he finally decides, turning back to his guest with a smile.

“Step-daughter,” he corrects with the most genuine look he can muster. He could fool a priest with that aura of ingenuity that he gives off without any effort, because after all, that’s how he had gotten you into this position in the first place.

Mr. Ksaver beams back at him, his close friend still completely in the dark.

“Oh, of course, but you two could fool anyone. Say, where’s your wife? I haven’t seen her in a while..” Tom trails off, and Zeke is glad for it. He doesn’t like talking about your mother, his new wife, if he can help it. Business trips and commitments at the salon kept much of her time occupied, leaving only brief interactions with you two, her so-called family. It didn’t take long for him to realize she had been this way most of your life, an absent parental figure since the departure of your father. As cruel as it was, he could easily see why you were the way you were.

Zeke thought you were a lot of things. Pretty was at the top of the list, along with innocent and insecure, but the biggest quality he could see in you, the one that just screamed out at him ever since that first time he had laid eyes on you, was people-pleaser.

It was so apparent in everything you did, from the modest way you dressed to the try-hard behavior you exhibited with teachers and your friends’ parents. He recognized quickly it was because your mother didn’t acknowledge any of it, not the dinners you made for the three of you or the sweet, thoughtful gifts and flowers on special occasions.

It was actually on Mother’s Day the previous year when he had been able to get you alone for the first time. The then-new Mrs. Yeager had booked a full day at the spa as a treat for herself, even though she barely had an ounce of motherly qualities in her body. She had tossed aside the bouquet you had gifted her with, skimmed the card with your sweet, handwritten note, and rolled her eyes at your own watery ones after seeing just how little she cared about this holiday that was meant for you both to celebrate.

After she had left, Zeke had knocked on your door tentatively. It was wrong of him to be as gleeful as he was on the inside, but he’d been waiting for a moment like this for the last several months. He even let twenty minutes pass before coming up to your room to make sure he would get you teary-eyed and upset, just how he wanted.

Any other girl might have told her new step-father to fuck right off, given that he had done nothing to defend you or ask your mother to be kinder towards you, but not you. Ever the people-pleaser, you wiped away your tears with the sleeves of the cardigan you’d been wearing all day, fixed yourself from the position you had been in while weeping on your bed, and told him to come in.

Zeke was fucked the minute he saw you sitting there, dressed purely like an angel in a sundress that had ridden up in your distress and with tear-lidden eyelashes blinking slowly at him. The redness of your nose and cheeks, mixed with how your hair was just a little messed up and your hiccuping whimpers painted an entirely different picture for him. At first, it had just been a game, just to see how long it would take him to seduce his new wife’s daughter, but now it was something else altogether.

But it’s the first sentence you say to him, alone in the house without your wretched mother for the first time, that breaks him.

“S-Sorry Zeke. I didn’t want to eat after that, but I can go get everything ready again for you.” For him. Your mother’s cold behavior had you crying your eyes out before noon, and yet you were still concerned about the lunch you had prepared and if he wanted to eat.

It made his heart burn in a lecherous way, with thoughts in his head about why he hadn’t married you instead of her.

“That’s okay, honey, don’t worry about me. I came to check up on you.” He’s holding up the facade well, he thinks, closing the door gently behind him and hearing the click of the latch. He’s only been in your room a handful of times, and for most of those occasions, you hadn’t been there, so he couldn’t act too comfortable. His eyes roamed around the space, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume that lingered on every object and shoving his hands into his pockets to seem as unassuming as possible.

You wipe away a stray tear, blinking quickly and looking back at him with big eyes. Damn your eyes, honestly, because he knows he doesn’t stand a chance against them, especially when they’re so watery like that.

“Check up on me?” you let out in a soft voice. It’s adorable, honestly, how you think your new step-father would be just like your mother and not care about you at all. You’re not used to this kind of affection from anyone besides your friends from school, and even they don’t know about the reality of your home life. You don’t know what it’s like to have a parent check up on you, to have them want to make sure you’re okay, and suddenly you can feel your face burning with heat at the realization that you and Zeke are all alone in your bedroom.

Zeke is handsome according to anyone’s standards, but for some reason, you can never tear your eyes away from him when he doesn’t know you’re looking. He’s old enough to be your father—your real father, that is—but that doesn’t stop you. You always find yourself staring at his golden locks that shine especially bright when he’s in the sun after his daily run, when you’re watering your garden and your mother isn’t home from work yet. Or when he’s just left the shower and every part of his body is dripping wet, walking back to his bedroom and you catch a glimpse through your open door.

It’s easy to think of him as off-limits, though, since you would never hurt your mother like that. She doesn’t show you affection, or care about you like how your friends’ mothers care for them, but she’s still your mom. Nothing would ever justify betraying her like this, by having these illicit thoughts about your step-father. So you make sure you stop staring, avoid being alone with him as much as you can and create excuses to get out of spending time with him, but you don’t think any of that is really working.

Because now, with Zeke in your bedroom and the sleeves of your cardigan wet with far too many tears, you don’t really care if this is wrong. All you care about is how Zeke is inching closer to your bed with every step.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I wanted to make sure you were okay after all that. It’s not easy, I know,” he says in such a soothing tone that you feel yourself getting lost in the daze of it.

“You know?” you question again, wondering if Zeke could really relate to you. You had always felt like such an outcast, the poor girl nobody loved or wanted, without any love in her life at all.

“Uh-huh, I know. I really hate that your mother won’t treat you better, but you know her, she’s not gonna change,” he watches your nodding face and resigned expression. “Can I-?” he motions to the space next to you on the bed.

“Oh, sure, please,” you say quickly, moving yourself over a bit and making room for him, dress exposing even more of the soft skin of your legs now. He tries not to stare, and every part of him wants to put a hand on your thigh and stroke softly, but he doesn’t want to scare you off. Not yet. He’ll take his time.

“Thank you for saying that.” Your voice is so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it.

“Of course. I mean, you are my daughter now, aren’t you?” He’s pushing his luck, but oh well. “I guess… it’s sort of my responsibility to take care of you, right?”

He sees your eyes widen a little, probably a million thoughts running through your little head. You’re so used to being alone, not having anyone’s affection, that a few simple words from Zeke have you fucked. Probably feeling the same way he is in this moment, eager and affectionate and ready. You find yourself nodding at his sweet words.

Any other day, you might have doubted the sincerity of what he was feeding you, but your mind was already a little fuzzy from the interaction with your mother. You still don’t know why you had gotten your hopes up so much, when it always led to disappointment in the end. You wish you could go back and warn yourself not to expect so much from your mother, who was almost as absent a parental figure as your father.

In that moment, Zeke’s kind words and welcoming arms didn’t seem so bad. You could only imagine that he felt the same way you did, as you doubted your mother was being a good wife to him from the interactions you observed.

“I…” you begin, but trail off when you notice the way Zeke’s eyes are looking at you. You almost instinctively lean back and away from him, like a lamb avoiding a predator, when you focus on how he’s much too close to you.

You’re entirely overwhelmed by his piercing, concerned gaze and the uncomfortable heat you feel between your thighs—your throat runs dry and you know it’s not from the crying. You think he must notice it too, with the way he leans forward, one more movement from him and you’d be trapped between Zeke’s broad figure and your bed.

He supposes that was the make-or-break moment in this little dalliance between you two. In that moment, had you been uncertain or asked him to leave, he would have listened to you and likely never bothered you again. All the same, he knew you wouldn’t.

You look back fondly on that Mother’s Day, the day you gave yourself over to Zeke without the slightest bit of regret. Your mother had returned home later that night, with nails and hair freshly done, acting as though there could have been no better way to spend Mother’s Day. She walked right past you sitting on the couch with Zeke, ignoring his tousled hair and your swollen lips.

Since then, it had been a fun sort of game. You felt guilty, of course, but nothing could compare to the thrill of the secret you had with Zeke, just for you two and no one else. He was more adventurous than you, always sneaking kisses and lingering touches when your mother was just a room away, fucking you roughly with a hand clasped over your mouth while she was on a conference call in her office down the hall.

Over time, you felt yourself becoming adventurous too. You had never done anything like this before, anything remotely bad or wrong, and it was safe to say that you were sinking further and further into the pit of corruption that Zeke had created.

Which is how you ended up here today.

You brought back two steaming cups of coffee on a platter to the living room, setting them down and mixing in cream and sugar for Zeke’s. You hand the cup to him with a sweet smile, and he takes a sip contentedly.

“Just perfect, like always.” The praise makes you smile widely, cheeks feeling warm despite the fact that you had a guest.

“How do you take your coffee, Mr. Ksaver?” you ask politely, as the elderly man laughs and takes the cup into his hand.

“Just plain black, thank you. I never had a taste for sweet things, like Zeke does.” If only he knew.

You smile again and bid goodbye, taking the tray with you as you leave and heading back to your room. You knew Zeke would be up as soon as he was done, since your mother was still out and you had precious time together, all alone.

As soon as you heard the front door close, and the sound of ignition starting from outside your window, you were alert. You could hear Zeke’s footsteps coming up the staircase, eagerly anticipating him this time.

He doesn’t knock anymore, letting himself in and closing the door gently behind him, as always. You hear the lock click quietly.

“Daddy,” you mumble from your place on your bed. You’re lying against the pillows now, fully on display for him in his favorite dress and already wet at the thought of what he would do to you once he got you alone.

“Yes, honey?” He says, in a tone that’s sincere and mocking at the same time. He’s still by the door, not coming in further like you want him to. He wants you to use your words.

“You said once we were alone..”

“Once we were alone, what? That I’d play with you?” You nod dumbly at his words. He inches closer to you, but still entirely too far away for your liking.

“I want you, Daddy. We only have a little bit before she gets back,” and you know you’re in for it now.

“Oh, is that so? We only have a little time?” Before you can process it, Zeke is hovering above you, a firm hand on your wetness teasing you and making you cry out at the sudden pressure. His hand moves slowly, just barely grazing your clothed clit and you whimper. “Let me tell you something, baby,” he whispers right next to your ear. “I’ll take as much time with you as I want, no matter who else is in this house. You got that?”

You let out a strangled moan at his words, knowing the effect they have on you and the uncomfortable wetness between your legs becoming even more prominent. You could swear that he can see how wet you are, even with your panties still on, and you desperately jerk up onto his hand to get some, any, contact.

“D-daddy, please! I-” you break off into another moan as he rubs your clit firmly. You’re not even sure when he took your panties off, but you can feel two of his fingers prodding at your slit, just waiting as he continues his work.

“Does that feel good, baby? Use your words,” he says, teasing you despite how badly you want him to stop and just be inside you already. Another strange feeling bubbles in your chest, knowing that your mother would be home soon and could be pulling into the driveway right now. You can hardly focus on those thoughts though, letting out a loud squeal when Zeke pushes two fingers into your soaking wetness, stopping at his knuckles.

“Oh god, Daddy, that feels so good, please, please keep going-” the rest of your words disappear as he pushes his thick fingers completely in, marveling at the way you’re so stretched out around them.

“Good girl, baby, you’re doing so well.” You keen at the praise, moaning loudly as he continues fingering you, scissoring his digits inside you and getting you prepared for his cock. He knows he’s on a time limit too, but he’ll be damned if he lets that rush him. No, he needs to take his time with you.

Every time he feels the tightness of your hole, it takes him back to that first time, and he refuses to hurry up.

His thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out quickly, filling the room with a lewd squelching noise, have you seeing stars before long. Every time Zeke touches you, you wonder how you went so long without it. Your own actions when you touch yourself are nothing compared to his anymore. He’s got you so dependent on him, so reliant that you barely want to cum by yourself anymore.

He slows his actions just for a second, just to pull down the front of your sundress and reveal your tits to him. Zeke increases his speed as he latches his mouth around your hardening nipple, flicking with his tongue and taking the pebbled bud between his teeth, tugging slightly and making you cry out as it suddenly becomes too much to handle.

You’re succumbing to the orgasm before you even know it, waves of pleasure washing over your body as the knot in your stomach finally releases and fills your core with heat.

“Good girl, baby, cum for Daddy now,” he says from his place on your chest.

“Daddy! Daddy, I-! Oh!” You know how pathetic you must sound, screaming and moaning helplessly as Zeke doesn’t let up on his actions. You finally put your hand on top of his and make him look up, into your eyes, and press his lips to yours.

A sloppy, hot kiss in the aftermath of your orgasm has you shaking under his grip, entire body feeling hot and sweaty. He pushes his fingers, slick with your wetness, to your lips and you open without any request for him, sucking and rolling your tongue over the digits until they’re all clean.

“Good girl,” he breathes into your neck, whether he places more sloppy kisses. “You ready for Daddy to fuck you?”

You nod meekly, moaning loudly as you feel Zeke align himself with your slit, and letting out a high-pitched squeal when he pushes himself into you entirely. You choke on your breath at the sudden feeling of fullness, completely ignoring the way Zeke’s focus seems to be on something else.

Perfect timing, he thinks to himself, hearing the car pull into the driveway and knowing his dear wife had arrived home. He was too deep inside of you to care, though.

Zeke pulled his hips back slowly, wanting you to feel every inch of him, and then slammed them down harshly. For every motion of his hips, you released a loud, obscene moan, babbling on without making any sense at all as Zeke fucked you.

All you could process were Zeke’s reassuring praises, calling you a good girl as he continued at a brutal pace, fucking you so hard you couldn’t figure out where you stopped and he began.

He picked up the pace and the angle of his cock stretched you out so perfectly, he was hitting against your clit with every thrust and you could swear you were seeing stars again, so close to the edge and screaming out for him, when he clasps a hand over your mouth quickly.

You reacted with a jolt, unsure of why he suddenly silenced you when he placed a kiss right next to your ear, whispering quietly.

“Looks like she’s home. Be quiet for Daddy, okay, baby?” Your eyes widen in panic, flustered with shame and another feeling you can’t put together when Zeke goes back to his quick pace, fucking you rapidly and giving your clit the contact you so desperately needed. You cum again with a stifled, broken noise leaving your mouth and your body jerking up against his, the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth holding you down in place. You feel yourself clench down on his cock, as he rides you through it, thrusting in and out and doing nothing to stop the vulgar noises that fill the room.

You can hear it now—the steps of your mother coming into the house, and probably up the stairs to her office soon enough. Your heavy breathing coupled with Zeke’s grunts are the only sound left as his hips stutter and you feel hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, filling you up. Zeke finally comes to a halt, pressing a kiss to your lips as you hear your mother walk right outside your door, talking to someone on the phone.

Your panicked eyes meet his perfectly calm ones, a devilish smirk playing at his lips as you hear the steps halt and then continue again, walking by your room as though you didn’t even exist.

You release a sigh, Zeke pressing another kiss to you that you return eagerly.

“Good girl. Now clean up while Daddy goes and deals with her.”

You feel suddenly emptier, lighter as Zeke lifts his weight off of you and adjusts his clothes. You sit back up slowly, careful to not make an even bigger mess and ruin your dress, as Zeke grabs your panties off the floor and hands them to you with a smile. You pull them up, fixing your dress and realizing that you need to run a brush through your hair before you see your mother again.

Zeke unlocks the door and leaves with one last smile gracing his face, as you sit up and feel remnants of your encounter inside you.

Moments later, your mother walks by and glances at your open door, which was locked before. She pushes it open, taking a look at you on the bed. You’re certain you look like a mess, hair disheveled and sweat on your body, with limbs feeling like jelly.

“Hi, mom,” you greet, with the most false enthusiasm you can muster. “What is it?” She looks at you coldly, almost as if she knew something was going on and couldn’t quite place it.

“Clean yourself up, honey, Uncle Eren is coming over for the weekend.”

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