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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 month

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dear spring, stay forever ; satoru gojo, suguru geto, shoko ieiri

synopsis; just another mellow breakfast shared between you and your partners. (you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of it.)

word count; 3.8k

contents; sashisu/reader (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, all of u are whipped, lots of petnames, literally just breakfast fluff, it ended up kinda sugucentric on accident (not my fault btw he just really loves making breakfast for u that’s on him), also ended up kinda sappy at the end (that’s on me), implied no curses au, they’re in their twenties but it isn’t specified, everyone is eepy and in love <33

a/n; a little breakfast fic bc i love mornings and i love them :33 (tagging my beloved sashisu soldiers @catchuuu @staryukis i am making breakfast for both of u btw ☕️🥞) pls listen to spring thief by yorushika it’s the most sashisu song ever

as always, suguru is the first of you to make it into the kitchen.

he’s humming. it’s soft, a low lull of his voice, beckoning you closer like the call of a siren. sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, fiddling with a pan, sizzling and simmering and breathing in the scent of pancakes; it pairs well with the espresso steam from the coffee pot to his right, the vase of hydrangeas by the windowsill.

it’s a sunny morning. the perfect setting for the start of your day, an atmosphere you can savour, like the gradual sipping of your soon-to-be morning cup of coffee. somewhere outside your vision comes a morning symphony, chirps and songs by cicadas and robins. splotches of sunlight splatter against the windows, the kitchen table, the floorboards — illuminating the man in front of the stove.

something in your chest constricts, when you look at him. a tenderness uprooted, a fondness watered and trimmed, a hungry plant only satiated at the sight of this; the back of his head, raven locks cascading down his broad shoulders in obsidian waves, hair put up into a lazy half-down bun. a little messy, a little too breathtaking for words. wearing a black turtleneck that hugs his waist just right.

you should be used to it, by now. suguru has always been an early bird, always the first to rouse from his slumber, only ever contended by shoko and her occasional bouts of sleep-deprivation. he’s always waiting for the three of you, just like this — in front of a sizzling pan, adjusting his glasses by the kitchen table, cooking or reading or simply reminiscing. content to stir in the peace and quiet of the morning hours, before the world wakes up.

and he’s always taken to preparing breakfast for the four of you, always ready to greet you with a smile and a cup of freshly made cappuccino. he enjoys taking care of you, all three of you. always has.

(it wasn’t any different back when you were kids. suguru was always the first one in the dormitory’s kitchen, messing with the rusty french press or making a grossly bitter smoothie for himself. he was snarkier, more roundabout — but no less thoughtful. grumpy little shoko would always get the last bitter pumps of espresso, and sleepy little satoru would get a french toast if he asked nicely enough. and you?

you got to see them, be with them. that alone would’ve been enough. the steaming cup of cappuccino left on the kitchen counter — a little too tailored to your taste to be a mere coincidence — was always nothing more than an added bonus.)

the soft humming falters, for no more than a beat or two. suguru shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and suddenly you can’t resist the temptation.

with clumsy steps, heavy feet weighed down by a sleepy sense of numbness, you stumble towards your target. it’s a familiar waltz, five steps to reach him, a warmth that spreads throughout your body in tandem with the curl of your arms around his waist. slumped against him, cheek squished against his upper back, you hold your breath.

silently, you wait. one, two, until you hear the familiar roll of his breath; a delighted little sigh that slips from his parted lips.

when suguru cranes his head to get a glimpse of you, his amber eyes are leaking adoration. a sense of liveliness, a joyous spark — like a firefly, the flicker of a rusty lighter. he looks well-rested, dark circles long faded, only the dimmest remnant of them still visible beneath his eyes.

he holds your gaze, steady and kind, and then he’s leaning forward; eager to press his lips against your waiting forehead. glasses slipping ever so slightly down the bridge of his nose. the kiss is chaste, familiar. warm, warm, a faint heat that simmers in your chest, a tiny firework of a feeling. even the metal of his piercing feels warm on your skin.

you melt into his spine, fingers searching for a pair of hands that find yours first — his thumb rubbing tender circles over your forearm. practiced, memorized, that familiar waltz of motions. he lingers against your skin, breathing in satoru’s favorite strawberry shampoo. you’ve been stealing it for weeks now.

suguru’s lips curl up into something amused, still not quite willing to part from you.

but then he does. turning towards the stove, reaching for the coffee pot with one hand, the other securing your own and lacing your fingers together. he gives them an affectionate squeeze, still resting on his lower stomach. a silent greeting that he always ends up voicing anyway.

”g’morning, love,” he croons, a little raspy, but sweet and nice. honeyed and deep, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. you hear him pour something into a cup. ”how did you sleep?”

all you can give him is a tired grunt, stretching your limbs out, blinking sluggishly to shoo away the drowsiness. suguru knows what to expect; he simply smiles, endeared, pouring steamed milk into your favorite cup. with a clink of his spoon against the ceramic, he adds the foam, stirring it carefully.

then he’s shifting his weight, angling his face towards yours, and pressing the rim of the cup against your lips — not before blowing on it gently. he watches as your eyelids flutter, waiting for the hum of contentment he’ll hear once you have your first sip. and he gets it. the rich aroma stirs you into a more awakened state, and a single taste of the creamy foam has you standing up a little straighter, humming in sleepy delight. suguru smiles, crow’s feet hidden behind his glasses.

you accept the cup with a grateful squeeze of his palm, and he makes sure it’s steady in your hold before he faces forward again. another sip, and your throat feels a little less dry, your mind a lot less sluggish. so you answer his previous question.

”… slept well,” another tiny sip. it’s hot, warming you up from the inside. ”i would’ve preferred waking up to you, though...”

a low chuckle bubbles up in your boyfriend’s throat. it makes you want to pout, but you smile instead. traitorous lips.

he’s looking at you again, unable to help himself, reaching over to brush some loose strands of hair away from your face. ”aw, ’m sorry,” he coos, teasingly, sickeningly sweet. ”but then you wouldn’t have woken up to a fresh cup of coffee, hm?”

now you really are pouting. he shifts, until you're standing chest to chest, and kisses it away. twice, for good measure. he must be in a good mood.

he usually is, at this time of year. when the air starts smelling of honeydew and snowdrops, and he’s awoken by barking dogs, luscious sunbeams splattered on soft bedsheets, the pitter patter of sudden spring rain. when the apricot trees outside your apartment complex begin to bloom; a flurry of sickly-white kisses pressed against your windows, sticking to the locks of your hair. it gives him an excuse to run his fingers through it. even when shoko whines for him to cut it out, and satoru purposefully shakes the branches to make the tiny white petals even harder to find. he must like having his hair ruffled like a misbehaving dog.

they make suguru sigh and sigh, exasperated, but there’s always a smile waiting somewhere out of view. he’s not very good at hiding it.

(he likes the apricot trees. likes watching them change shape, colour, likes waiting for them to wither and blossom and turn into fruit.

once they’re ripe enough to pick, i’ll make marmalade for us.)

the morning waltz continues. while suguru continues to flip his pancakes, you sleepily decide to set the table. fondness erupts behind his eyelids at the gesture, small as it is. you stand on your tiptoes to reach the highest shelf, just to grab satoru’s favorite mug; one you all got him for his 19th birthday, a heartfelt message of world’s okayest boyfriend etched into the front. it was meant to make him pout and whine, but you’ve never seen him drink out of anything else at home.

you place the cup on the table with a soft thunk, along with plates and cutlery. suguru has already brought down a cup for shoko, seated on the kitchen counter next to him, soon to be filled with the same rich espresso he always drinks. he’s waiting until she joins you both, so it doesn’t end up going lukewarm. there’s nothing shoko hates more. you can practically hear that grumpy scoff, see her cute little frown.

your sleep schedules differ from day to day. suguru is always up early, satoru always sleeps in. shoko fluctuates between the two. you usually end up rousing from your slumber whenever the bed starts feeling a little too empty — a fact you doubt they’ll ever quit teasing you about.

that differs from day to day, too. sometimes you sleep with suguru, sometimes the other two, sometimes all three. you have your separate rooms, but always end up with your limbs intertwined one way or another; even if one of you comes home late or falls asleep on the couch watching tv. satoru can’t sleep without hugging someone, and suguru can’t fall asleep unless he knows you’re all sleeping well. shoko isn’t picky, but you know she feels safest when she’s linking elbows with you, or touching pinkies with suguru, or snoozing on top of satoru’s chest like a weighted blanket. as for you…

you’ve gotten way too used to their touch to ever go without it. last night, you ended up in suguru’s room, tucked underneath his chin, while satoru snuck into shoko’s bed to convince her not to pull another all-nighter. you’re assuming it worked.

”mm, smells good. you makin’ pancakes?”

a bubbly, groggy voice spills into the air, just as a light breeze flits in through the window. soothing, refreshing. you turn your gaze towards its source.

and there they are. sleepy satoru, and grumpy shoko, the former clinging to the latter like an overgrown koala. satoru seems to be in high spirits, calling out to you with a smile, blue eyes glimmering like a sunny sky; but you can tell he’s tired by the way he’s stretching out his limbs, only wearing a pair of pyjama pants. and shoko is silent, blinking drowsily, twitching when his loud voice buzzes in her ear. she makes no move to push him away.

suguru gazes at them with a smile, in tandem with you, nothing but fond. loving, in the way the amber of his eyes gleams and swirls with promises of something everlasting. he’s a little intense, honestly. but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

and, admittedly, your sleepy little partners are a sight for sore eyes.

shoko meets your gaze, and finally decides to shake off the man with an arm over her shoulder. said man huffs, but makes no move to follow her when she stumbles into your arms.

her limbs find their way around your midriff, her chin to the curve of your shoulder. her hair is loose, almost as long as suguru’s, messy and brushing against your cheek. your hand goes to smooth down her back, the fabric of her oversized shirt, soft and laced with the scent of laundry detergent. she yawns, right by your ear, lips jutted out into a small pout, and something in your chest returns. a hungry plant, drinking up her raspy voice, the glimpse you get of that mole beneath her eye. her stretch marks, when she pulls away and her shirt rides up enough to expose her thighs. little lightning bolts.

”morning,” you chirp. she presses a tiny kiss against your cheek, dangerously close to your lips; sometimes you think she does it just to tease you.

”hey, how come i didn’t get a morning kiss?”

shoko turns her head, finding satoru’s accusing stare. he’s pouting, tilting his head, already making his way over to suguru. but she only rolls her eyes.

”you’re such a baby.”

”you know you love me!”

suguru stifles a puff of laughter, leaning back against the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the marble. watching his partners with barely contained delight. satoru notices, grinning softly, throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s neck.

satoru’s kisses are always sloppy. you hear that drawn out mwah! even without looking at the pair, even without seeing his lips against suguru’s jaw. a phantom warmth sprouts on your skin.

”good morning, handsome,” he purrs, low and rumbling through his chest, pressed flush against suguru’s — their heartbeats mingling together. soft skin against smooth fabric. there’s mischief in those aquamarine eyes, something teasing, and it makes suguru want to return the favour.

”good morning, baby,” he presses his lips against satoru’s cheek. voice muffled against his soft skin, silky and deep. ”you kinda smell.”

a moment passes. the calm before the storm.

satoru blinks, barely registering shoko’s dry chuckle from behind him — and then furrows his eyebrows together like an irritated cat. a scandalized noise builds up at the base of his throat, and he glares at the man in front of him, frustration only growing when he notices that suguru isn’t returning the favour. his gaze is still fond, like an artist admiring a marble statue, drinking in his pouty boyfriend’s fluffy hair and droopy eyes and rosy lips. flattering, but the damage has been done.

”oh, i see how it is,” he withdraws his arms and takes a step back, crossing them with a hmph. ”bullying your sweet boyfriend first thing in the morning, huh? have you no shame?”

”sorry. you just look really bulliable today.”

another offended little noise. he turns on his heel, messy strands of hair swaying with the movement, glaring at shoko instead. ”unbelievable. and during women’s history month, too!”

”you aren’t a woman, satoru.”

”i could be.”

you huff out a breathy laugh, taking a seat by the kitchen table while your lovers bicker. sipping from your cappuccino in silence, soaking up the mellow morning mood. until you feel satoru staring at you; eyes like marbles, big and bright, rich with mirth. his pout fades away, and he closes in on you with a smile. troubles forgotten.

before you can greet him, he’s leaning down to leave a fat kiss on your forehead — messy, uncoordinated, but loving. a coo on the tip of his tongue. when he’s this close you can see his dimples, those tiny freckles that only come out in the light of the sun.

you feel him smile against your skin, pulling back to speak. parting his pretty, glossy lips. ”and good morning to you, my dearest.”

he’s silly.

your lips bloom into a sweet grin, honeyed nectar on your teeth. he’s illuminated by the light streaming in through the window, a little disheveled, with his cute bedhead and bare chest exposed. a giggle slips from your lips, and your voice carries a melodic lilt, coming out as a soft croon. ”good morning, sunshine.”

satoru blinks. just once, before the telltale signs of his excitement start to show; his face brightening, breaking out into a cheshire grin, something sweet in the way his eyes crinkle. like folded origami, like messily cut fruit. citrusy and smooth.

before you can protest, those strong arms are reaching around your waist — hoisting you up into his arms with a coo of c’mere. he spins you around, just once or twice, and chuckles at the way you let out a sleepy yelp. even after stilling, he doesn’t put you down, only guiding your legs to wrap around his middle; his naked chest and muscles pressed flush against you. he’s warm, one large palm on your back and the other on your thigh. he touches you like it’s muscle memory, every ridge and dip, every part of you he’s already long mapped out. honestly, you don’t understand how he can get so excited this early in the morning.

but who are you to complain, when it means getting smothered like this?

”oh, and i smell great, by the way,” he suddenly huffs, directed at the partners behind him. he’s quick to smile down at you, tilting his head and searching for approval. ”don’t i, baby?”

for a second, you’re tempted to join in on the teasing. some part of you wants to. unfortunately, it loses against the parts of you still mesmerized by the splotches of white inside his pretty eyes, those cute little freckles. so you nod.

”yeah,” you breathe. inhaling, taking him in, sunlight and strawberries and laundry detergent. ”you smell like spring.”

his smile continues to blossom, turning sweeter by the minute. brighter than the sun. he throws a victorious glance behind him, delighting in the simultaneous roll of their eyes — before finally putting you back down. he wastes no time in plopping down on the seat to your right, dragging your chair closer to his, until they’re pressed against each other. curling a leg around yours. so clingy in the morning.

suguru and shoko are quick to join you. they blink slowly, sipping on their cups of espresso, a rich aroma spreading throughout the kitchen. it blends well with the plates of pancakes suguru scoots towards you, drizzled with the syrup satoru likes. he’s attentive, making sure you’re all comfortable, rising to his feet when shoko asks for a single cube of sugar. she’s started to mellow out a bit, no longer as grumpy, soothed by the bitter taste on her tongue. and satoru keeps your leg locked in place beneath the table.

it’s hard not to feel nostalgic, like this. when spring is blooming just outside your window, when all three of them are just the same as you remember. some things have changed, sure, but they’re still so unapologetically them. loud voices, rude eye-rolls, teasing comments and all.

they munch on their pancakes, sip on their coffee, and you chat about what to do when you all get home. what movie to watch, what food to order, what food to make because suguru doesn’t think you’ve been eating enough homemade meals lately. bickering and bantering. smiling.

(it feels like high school every day.)

shoko is the first to leave. she glances at the clock on the wall and stutters out a string of curse words, a mutter about being late. suguru plays dumb when she accuses him of not reminding her on purpose. she kisses you again, right under your jaw, and lets her clingy boyfriends give her one kiss each on the lips — despite her protests that they’ll mess up her lipstick. then she’s heading out.

”goodbye, doctor!” satoru calls, cheery even as your girlfriend rolls her pretty eyes.

”don’t call me that yet,” she snorts, adjusting her scarf. ”there’s still a good chance i’ll drop out. or cheat my way to a doctorate.”

so she says, but you all know her. you catch that glimmer of amusement in her eyes, something smug in the way she straightens her back. a little embarrassed, maybe. but the faith you have in her makes her glow.

then it’s satoru’s turn. he’s whinier, about it, ignoring the alarms on his phone on purpose. suguru has to bribe him, promising him kikufuku and take-out and an extra tight hug when he gets home. only then does he get up from his seat, untangling his leg with yours.

”do i have to?”

”yes, you do,” suguru tuts. ”the kids have an exam today. be responsible.”

another pout. but he listens, slipping on his sunglasses, putting on a coat and stealing a sip of your coffee that only makes him grimace. he has you both kiss the taste away, and you indulge him, because he’s silly and stupid and yours.

and then it’s just you and suguru. he has a day off, and you don’t have to leave until later. the kitchen falls silent, back to a mellow morning rhythm, that quiet waltz of motions and sunshine. suguru pours you more coffee, gazing at you from across the table, and you thank him with a smile. he adjusts his glasses and flips through the morning newspaper; absently, you wonder if shoko and satoru would’ve teased him for it.

what the four of you have is an odd arrangement. but that’s what all of you are, anyway; a little odd.

and as you sit there, serenaded by cicadas and morning birds, senses caressed by cappuccino foam and apricot blossoms and a hand holding yours over the table… you think to yourself that even if everything shattered around you — if the earth stopped spinning or the stars crashed through the roof of your apartment — you’d probably still keep on living. you’d do it, if only to continue chewing on these memories, these mornings, like savouring the faded flavour of an old piece of gum. over and over again, until you can’t tell where your teeth end and where the gum begins, so that you’ll always be able to taste it on your tongue. for the rest of your life.

it’s melodramatic, yes, but they are too. you’re sure suguru is pondering a sentiment even more dramatic, right now, even heavier with devotion. something so sappy you’d have to hide your face in your hands and beg him to stop talking.

and, lo and behold, he suddenly speaks up.

“are you happy?”

the question breaks you out of your silent stupor. you look up from your plate, his amber eyes already taking you in, drowning you in fondness. he’s smiling, and he’s looking at you like you’re spring personified. the silver of his lip piercing catches the light of the sun. a couple apricot petals are stuck in his hair, woven between his raven locks.

you blink. inside your chest, something unfurls, twists and turns, grows and withers all at once. a whole garden of love, just for them.

you lean forward, elbows on the table, and brush through his bangs. petal caught between your fingertips. when you lean back, you’re smiling.

“yeah,” you answer, truthfully. inhaling the scent of spring. “i’m always happy when i’m with you.”

a breeze caresses your cheek, your hands, and the whole apartment smells of apricots. suguru seems pleased, returning to his cup of lukewarm coffee, a little clink of ceramic against porcelain that strikes you as distinctly heavenly.

soon, you’ll have to leave. you’ll have to manage without their jokes and banter and touches, without them, for a grueling number of hours, one tortuous lecture after another. but they’ll be waiting once you get back — and tomorrow, you’ll have breakfast again, just like this. forever and ever. you never want the coffee to run out, never want the apricot trees to wither. you want to stay greedy for a long time to come.

and you’re sure they feel the same.

the sun lets her golden hair flow throughout the city, melting rivers and warming benches. she falls across shoko’s lecture hall, sneaks into satoru’s classroom, kisses her way up suguru’s neck. you let a sigh slip past your lips, and the sun breathes it in again. a vein of joy awoken, slumbering inside your veins; and you smile.

it’s springtime, now, a little warmer.

(here’s to another year together.)

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meltingmidas · 11 days

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Coachella Rut

Paring: Idol!Hongjoong x Non Idol!Reader

CW: DomJoong/SubReader, Joongie is aggressive :))), pinv, unprotected sex (don’t do this plz this is not sexy!), creampie, mentions of marks and bruises, degradation, pls lmk if i missed anything!

WC: 920

Midas's Notes: So I literally started this right after watching the Coachella stream.. holy shit. Joong really did something to me and idk if I’ll ever be the same. Is there possibly a Mingi one in the works? Maybe. Uhhh this is NOT edited cause I’m too tired and this is just raw horniness so please enjoy (and excuse) this messy fic! PS also didn’t have a fuckin clue what to name it so enjoy the random title <3

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“Fuck Joong, slow doowwwn- ugh please!” You whimpered as he roughly pounded into your abused pussy, your legs over his shoulders, his arms beside your head. He’s been at it for nearly 2 hours now, rejecting your every single orgasm, giving you no time to rest. Your neck is littered in bruises, cheeks red from his previous slaps, eyeliner dragged down to your jaw. He’s always like this after a concert; but for some reason Coachella has him in a rut.

He’s aggressive, raw, and borderline psychotic. A wild smile plastered on his face, the shitty red dye running down his face over his eyes and around his cheeks, down to his chin and neck. He locks eyes with you as he brings his hand up to roughly hold your jaw, your cheeks uncomfortably squishing together. “You are fucking mine, got it? Your heart, your soul, your thoughts, your pretty pussy, everything. You belong to me. Yeah?”He whispers out, inches away from your face, he’s movements never faulting. You nod, and mewl out a small “Yes sir” before he gives the corner of your lips a small kiss and returning to the side of your head, giving light nips to your neck. Hongjoong looks straight out of a horror movie; and it’s fucking sexy.

You’re dragged out of your thoughts by a particular hard thrust, kissing your velvety sweet spot inside you, making you sing his name like it was a prayer. “You look so fucking good underneath me. All fucked up on my cock, yeah? You can’t get enough of me, can you?” He grunts out, his voice course from the previous show he put on. You nod eagerly, your nails scratching at his shoulders, bound to leave your mark all over him. “Yeaah that’s right slut. Tell me how good I am.” You moan loudly at his request, surely others would hear (not that you cared), starting to attempt to form a sentence. “Cock feels to-fuck feels too good Joong. Need you to fuck me harder. Please!”.

He chuckles deeply, heavy into your ear, soft grunts and pants leaving his lips. “You feel so fucking good, you were made for me, whore.” You scream out his name as he starts fucking you faster; harder than he’s ever gone before. You whine and whimper, begging for your release, “Please Joong- pleasepleaseplease fill me up sir, I need it so bad. Need your cum inside me so bad.” Hongjoong moans loudly in your ear, his breath fanning against the shell. He lifts up to look at you, the fully sits up, your lower half now slightly lifted up off the bed thanks to your legs still over his shoulders. He gives you a wild smirk, eyes dark and full of love and lust. His hands find the plush spot of your hips, nails digging his shape into it. You whine, tears spilling out as you keep your babbling pleas for his seed. “Fuck- such a good girl, asking so politely for my cum.” One hand moves from your hips and finds your clit, your eyes shoot open and a drawn out moan leaves your lips, a new spark shoots up your spine and your release edging closer and closer.

He grunts, his thrust growing sloppier and harder, you can feel him twitch inside you as he gets closer. “Gonna make you mine sweetheart. All mine- fuck.” He peers down at you, a smile and his signature laugh, “Cum for me, doll.” That was all you needed as you find yourself twitching, hips bucking up into his, you feel your walls convulsing around his, feeling your sweet slick run down to your ass. He moans, voice scratching as a string of “shit” leaves him, as you feel hot ropes of cum fill you up. You whine, feeling so full of him and his milky cum. “So so good. Fuck you’re mine. Mine all mine..” he whispers out, more to himself, as he pushes his final spurts of cum inside you.

You look at him through your wet lashes, admiring the scene of his sweat drenching him, basking in his post sex glow. He catches your eyes, a soft smile leaving his lips as he leans down to meet yours. Hongjoong gives you a soft, gentle kiss, completely different to the ones you received earlier. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t do too much did I?” He asks, slowly pulling out of you, a mix of both your cum oozing outside of your puffy pussy. You shake your head, “No, not at all Joongie. But holy shit, I don’t think I can get up after all… that.” You laugh, and you hear him quietly joins you. “Here.” You look over to find him handing you a glass of water (that he already prepped beforehand, what a gentleman), and a towel in his hand beside you. You gladly take it, shaking as you hastily take a sip. You feel him gently lift one of your legs, softly patting and wiping you off. “I’ll start you a bath, and we can take one together. Or would you rather eat first? Which sounds good?” He quietly asks you, throwing the towel to a dirty clothes hamper and grabs your hand to give it a kiss. You giggle, “Bath, then food, please.” He nods, slowly rubbing your knuckles in his hands. “Sounds good sweetheart.” He gets up to start your bath, you sit up, sipping your water and wondering if you should get chicken or a burger.

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sukunasweetheart · 5 months

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oddly specific relationship headcanons with sukuna pt. 2

part 1 here

modern AU, fem!reader, sukuna being an ass as usual (affectionately)

sukuna is a food stealer. he'd rummage through ur home for snacks or food like some raccoon going through the trash. not necessarily bc hes hungry, sometimes it's bc he wants something to chew on, other times its bc he wants to judge your tastes and/or shame you. if ur fridge and cupboards are empty, with barely anything other than a bottle of ketchup in it, he will quite literally give you a silent stare bc hes simply speechless... he will say youre boring, then hes gna get concerned on whether ur eating well or not...

other than going through the things u have at home, he will also take large bites and mouthfuls of whatever you're holding onto outside. be it ice cream, bubble tea, a burger, corndog- he just wants a bite of whatever youre having! he'd then have the audacity to rate it, telling you "hmm, not bad" or "this shit tastes horrible". sometimes he just does it to piss u off, he's just like that.

if you tried the same against him, you'd have to either catch him off guard (nigh impossible) or just beg and plead until hes satisfied enough to share his snack as a treat. otherwise, he's holding the item above ur head and laughing at you. maybe if you pout he'll then finally bend down and give a little smooch on your lips before offering you some.

another thing he loves doing is draping himself all over you... full body weight if youre lying down, leaning against you fully if youre sitting, or resting his chin or arm over your head/shoulder if youre standing. just. using u as a support bc this man is so comfortable with using u as a resting tool HAHA and i know this man heavy as fuck bro *sobs* if u complain abt it, it only fuels him more... (me personally, i'd love if he put his whole body weight on me... pls crush me)

he likes feeling u squirm against him and yelling for help bc ur getting squished LMAO and also, most of the time you can't support his weight for long and you slowly sink down... he always enjoys watching u lose against him one way or another...

i already mentioned previously that he likes playfully smacking your ass around the house but i'll also add on that he likes to just grope and massage different parts of your body randomly when the two of you are lounging about together, not even sexually, he'll just squeeze at your flesh bc he feels like it and he likes the bouncy sensation. cue one hand groping ur ur tiddies/thighs/tummy while he idly scrolls through his phone

hes very independent when he wants to be independent. but hes also clingy as fuck when he's in the mood to be. one second he could be fine with doing his own thing, but all of a sudden he's craving your attention the next. he's content with being by himself one moment but then the itching desire to be next to you comes around and he does just that. watch out bc the second u get comfortable, he'll probably change his mind again and head back to continue whatever he was doing again

if you do the same against him, coming and going as you please, he's a lot more resistant as opposed to you... while you just let him do whatever he wants (most of the time, anyway) he will be his teasing self as always. he's in the middle of something and you wanna cuddle him all of a sudden? he expects to be rewarded afterwards (something lust related, probably). you wanna get up and leave after getting your fill of the cuddles? too bad, he's too comfortable now, youre not leaving til he's satisfied. he's just a selfish bastard, what can i say

one last thing, i think i mentioned this in some post before but anyway.. sukuna's 100% the type of mf to show a lot of his softer love while youre SLEEPING. be it forehead kisses, caressing your cheek, just admiring your facial features or thumbing your lips. maybe even leaving a little kiss on them. brushing aside any strands of hair. but he'd also pinch your nose and chuckle when you eventually open ur mouth to breathe LMFAOAOA <3 just languidly admiring ur sleeping face <3

Masterlist

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x reader

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hellithides · 5 months

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So Squish!! - Wanderer x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Wanderer is whipped for your tummy. Fluff.

Thinking about when you and Wanderer cuddle, his hands always wander to your tummy. Whether enjoying the quiet moments after your intimate encounters, or even during the simple act of cuddling before bed, you can trust that his hands would always find themselves gravitating towards your waist.

He would pinch, mold, press, and slide his hands all over your stomach as if it was play-doh. Except it was better, it was warm, it was you, and it was oh so delightfully pliable under his hands. He particularly enjoys pressing his palm down on your lower abdomen as he cups the supple skin, especially since the action never fails to make you squirm.

The first couple times he did this, his explorations were met with playful swats and protests as you tried to protect the your ticklish midsection. He only pouts at you, whining that he can’t help it if your tummy is so soft and squishy. It would be a crime not to have it filling the gaps of his fingers. It’s his favorite part of you, after all.

Over time, you've grown accustomed to his touch, realizing that it's an endearing expression of his affection. The playfulness has become a cherished routine, a shared intimacy that speaks volumes without the need for words. Now, you lie still in your shared bed, allowing him the freedom to knead at the plush skin of your stomach, with him planting kisses along the nape of your neck as you both settle into bed under the warm blankets.

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Author’s note: someone help me figure out tumblr pls i wanna put the little colored lines i see ppl use :<<

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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when you grab their chest — akaza, douma, muzan, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen

Author’s Note: pardon the ridiculously long title. 🥴😂 “Fem!Reader” applies to Tengen only.

when you grab their chest — akaza, douma, muzan, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen

Akaza x Reader, Douma x Reader, Muzan x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: dark humor, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: I have a request😤 I recently read a certain ass slapping fic which I adored could you do a similar fic with the same characters +giyu and Douma with the reader coming up from behind the and squeezing their man tiddies

~faqs~

I 100% would’ve used MAN TIDDIES in my title, but figured Tumblr would hide this post from tags if I did, so I went w/ “chest” instead 😆

Also, some of these are canon compliant — Muzan, Kyojuro, Giyuu

While others are set in modern au (alternate universe; modern setting) — Akaza, Douma, Tengen

AKAZA

Immediately tenses

#noice 😌😎 after all, the man is ripped

The more Akaza tenses, the more you wanna squish

Except, it’s kinda hard to squish pure, flexed muscle ?? 😔

“Akaza, my love, could you relax?” 🥺

He’s still confused, but my love automatically has him at your beck and call, so-

He relaxes

*gleeful squeal* 😍 *squish squish* 😍

Aaand he’s tensed again

If you actually take the time to explain yourself, then he’ll be absolutely embarrassed flattered

Lowkey decides to do an extra 100 push ups daily, just bc he’s so darn in love w/ you 😭

DOUMA

Douma’s been waiting all his life for you to grab his moobs

So like

He’s one happy camper !!!!! 😌🥳

“all his life” = since he met you

As for “moobs”? I had to, just once 😃

Slowly flexes them so he can hear your amazed gasp 😍

“Are you drooling?” he smirks

“Fuck off,” you scowl

You try to withdraw your hands to wipe away your incriminating drool 😒🤤

But he doesn’t let you 🤪

He squeezes your wrists, grinning widely to himself, “Don’t leave me.” 😇

“But I’m done,” you grumble, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades (you’ve already accepted your fate 🤠)

“I’m not,” he retorts, “Not even close.” 🤗

Translation? Douma wants you to massage his pectorals

#pretty pls and ty

MUZAN

Once again, I’m presuming you’re a demon, and Muzan’s immediate reaction is to slice off your hands 💀

Thank gosh for regeneration! 😮‍💨

You’ve gotta quit surprising him 🤪

I mean

Yeah

He enjoys when you touch him 😅

BUT, he has a reputation to uphold, and being startled by your random displays of physical attention doesn’t exactly help 🙃

The implication that he lets his guard down w/ you (bc how else could you ever hope to genuinely startle him?) is making me feel things 😭

“Do that again, and I won’t be so forgiving.”

The faint dip between his brows has you thinking otherwise 🤭

“What if I ask first?” 😉

You’re treading on thin ice 😬

His eyes flash, “Pardon?”

Good thing he’s close to cracking too 😌

“If I ask to touch you?”

I’ll kill you “You wouldn’t.”

WeLp

He didn’t say No 🤗

(obvi consent’s a must, but in this specific context mutual flirtation’s strongly implied and also it’s literally Muzan)

“Oh!” <— Kyojuro exclaims, cheerful as ever ☺️

“Hello there,” he chuckles, smiling at the feeling of your body pressed against his back, “Are you checking something?”

“Mhm,” you grin, “They’re still here!” 😇

“My pectorals?” his head tilts, “Of course they are?!”

He’s ~a little oblivious, okay? 😃

“How about you hug me from the front?” he suggests gently, “That way I get to hug you too!”

😭😭😭

He’s so precious

How could you refuse?????

Spoiler alert: you can’t

GIVE THE MAN HIS HUG 🥺❤️‍🔥

Spoiler alert: you give Kyojuro his hug, and it is very cozy 🥰

A tad sweaty + suffocating, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world 🥺

Shocked 😵‍💫

Giyuu’s inner monologue: ????? What? Is? This?

Giyuu’s outer dialogue: *still as stone*

“Giyuu?” you immediately remove your hands, scurrying to his front side, head tilted w/ concern, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfort-” 😕

“You didn’t,” he interrupts quietly, finally grasping his bearings, “It was…” aaand now he’s blushing, “... nice.” 🥺☺️

Your nose scrunches, relief relaxing your shoulders as you nod sheepishly, “I’m glad I didn’t freak you out too much.”

“Mhm,” he smiles reassuringly, “You freaked me out,” gently guiding your palms back to his chest, “But not too much,” winking shyly at you, “The perfect amount, in fact.”

HELP !!!!! CAN YOU JUST CAN I FWIBEIUVLNSOUEJGBWO;GNS

Suave, sexy, knows-what-he-wants, isn’t-afraid-to-tell-you, will-even-go-after-it-himself Giyuu has entered the chat

AnD I AM HERE FOR IT 😭😭😭💘

LOUD LAUGHTER

You can feel it through his tiddies 😆

“Envious, my dear?” 😉

Okay

Presumptuous much? 😒

But alllso 🙄

“If you could share…” you pout, “Gimme just a lil?” 🤗

“You’re welcome to work out with me,” he chuckles fondly, flexing for you, “These could totally be yours!”

You sigh, “Tengen, pectorals and breasts aren’t the same thing.”

“I know that,” he shrugs, patting your knuckles reassuringly, “Your breasts are perfect, and I’m happy to coach you and your pectorals if you so desire.”

You decide to test the waters 🌊

“What if my pectorals get bigger than yours?” 😏

Tengen immediately drowns you 🌊💀

“Not a chance.” 😐

And then he tacks on, a tad nicer, “But you could certainly get very big pectorals.” ☺️

“Just not bigger than yours,” you grin 😏

He nods grimly, “My ego would pop.” 😔

“And that would be tragic.” ☹️

“Indeed,” he squeezes your hands (which remain splayed across his chest), still basking in your touch, “I appreciate your understanding.” 😖🥰

(fyi, if your pectorals did get bigger than Tengen’s, then he’d: survive, be super proud of you, and beg to know your workout regimen)

#headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #akaza kny #akaza demon slayer #akaza x reader #douma kny #douma demon slayer #douma x reader #muzan kny #muzan demon slayer #muzan x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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muikitoo · 4 months

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Their favourite physical part of you!

Rottmnt x gn! reader

Warnings:

Includes both sfw and nsfw(not direct action) the nsfw only goes for the future versions of the turtles!

A/N:

I finally posted! Shocker i know. I didnt have any ideas but this js popped up cuz i used to love hc like these. I've never written for gn reader so pls give some tips, ty!

Sfw:

Donnie

- This dude likes your hands. He likes when you hold hands and how they fit perfectly in his.

- he LOVES to play with them too, especially when he has nothing to do or when hes stressed.

- Even tho he isnt big on physical touch, he LOVES when u hold his face. But i feel like he would actually enjoy it as long as it isnt unexpected or when hes irritated!

- he would probably try and sneakily hold ur hand around family without anyone noticing bc he will not hear the end of it (*cough cough* Leo.)

- probably zones out while watching u do anything with ur hands (paint, write, even fiddle with random stuff)

- you probably have him melting if u ever try and give his shoulders a gentle massage with your hands

- in short, he loves ur hands and holds them any chance he gets cuz hes touch starved af.

Bonus: you guys probably have some morse code and he taps his fingers a certain way if he feels uncomfortable and wants you to leave the room with him.

Leo

- i think its obvious he would like your hair.

- He loves playing with your hair when you guys are cuddling.

- will style your hair. Maybe even ask Mikey to join in too. Youll probably end up with atleast 50 hair clips by the end of it.

- if u have long pretty hair u bet he WILL DRAMATICALLY SOB once u cut it off, but he loves it regardless.

- melts and grins like an idiot if u dye it blue. Brags to his brothers about it.

- "guys look! See? See? They love me so much they dyed their hair blue!"

- low-key jealous u have hair..

- I also hc that he loves ur arms too!

- oh lord dont get me started on the arms. If you're a bit muscular and u start flexing/training he would be dead. Gone. In the grave.

- even so he would love to have you wrap your arms around him

- dude wants to be babied so badly

Mikey

- ADORES your smile and your eyes.

- he loves how your eyes lit up when youre excited. Or the way a smile keeps up on your lips when you talk about something your passionate about.

- your sweet giggles are heavenly atp.

- loves loves loves loves the way u praise him when he creates something.

- you have this boy head over heels.

- the way you look at him with complete love in your eyes makes him want to sob on the SPOT.

- you're so adorable he just wants to kiss u on the spot (cuteness aggression atp)

- he js wants to see you happy :(

Raph

- i feel like he would also like your hands. Theyre so small compared to his.

- Loves everything atp, tho he does get scared. Especially if you're smaller than him. Hes so scared that he'll crush you!

- probably likes your cheeks.

- bro would squish and cup them then just slightly nuzzle your noses.

- gets flustered when you cup his cheeks too

NSFW‼️ Aged up!

If you do not wish to see any of this, please exit!

Thighs, chest or ass?

F! Donnie

- if i have to be completely 100% honest? He doesnt care about any. At all. Just loves you.

- but if i had to give an answer for sake of these hc? thighs. No words. Just thighs.

- loves it when you crush his head between them.

- will grip your thighs, leaving slight marks but not enough to actually hurt you. He doesnt want that.

- loves leaving marks and kisses on them.

- if hes stressed because of a failed project, he'll just lay between your thighs in your shared bed. Occasionally giving a small nibble here and there.

- If you're wearing short shorts, good luck.☠️ Do not expect slow and passionate Donnie.

F! Leo

- all of the above.

- mostly an ass and chest guy.

- He would probably slap your ass occasionally, but not hard enough to hurt you. Again, he hates that.

- but if you beg him to do that? He'll be hesitant but if you beg hard enough he might.

- leaves bite marks.

- I did say he loves your arms and when you flex them, but he also loves your chest.

- your gender doesnt matter. He notices you panting and your chest rising up and down?

- Lord. This man does not know is he wants to dominate you or be dominated.

- Loves trailing teasing kisses and slight bites up and down your chest.

- Loves to cum on your chest and ass. He thinks you look so pretty.

- still wants to shove his face in your thighs tho

F! Mikey

- Again, he probably doesnt care either. He loves you regardless of your body.

- He just wants to make you feel loved.

- But again, for the sake of this - i think he'd be a chest and thighs guy.

- Loves laying on your chest, loves leaving kisses and bites.

- nuzzles his face either on your chest or on the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

- hes so sweet, but will shamelessly cum on your chest. Especially when youre giving him head.

- he loves your thighs, doesnt care if theyre small or big.

- he thinks theyre so soft<3

F! Raph

- Waist. And belly. Forget everything above, just waist.

- Again, bros scared he will crush you. Especially since hes much much much larger now.

- He really doesn't want to hurt you :(

- He loves to grab your waist. Its so tiny compared to his giant hands.

- Dont get me started with the belly. Chubby or not he loves squishing the soft flesh on your belly.

- covers it with his cum.

- He loves it.

Important!

I just wanted to say these are not meant to be accurate, these are js what i think the rise turtles would like physically! I struggled a LOT with mikey and raph.

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mattsivy · 1 month

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sigh have to do this again 😔 anywhore 😼 rick smut with enemies to lovers and age gap set during prison era, reader was alr in the group before rick even showed up (L ratio) and she’s just a massive brat (#girlpower) and ricks just like omf can you shut up and then she’s like make me bitch 😼 then BOOM sexy time (is this enough detail 😔) OH and lots of sexual tension 😼

HYPNOTIC ━︎━︎━︎ RICK GRIMES

pairing; Prison Era!Rick Grimes x reader

cw; mentions of death, swearing, making out, fingering, pet names ( baby, sweetheart, good girl ), p in v, hair pulling, choking, spanking (like 2 spanks), dumbification, dirty talk, degrading & praising. age gap (the reader is in her mid-twenties and Rick is in his very late thirties). unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) not proofread. if I’ve missed anything lmk

summary; you and Rick Grimes have hated each other since he stepped foot into the camp. After months on months of sexual tension, something finally happens

Author notes; this is literally gonna be filth guys. thanks for requesting my girl!! Second ever smut so pls be nice. this is so rushed and I got lazy asf at the end, I'm sure you’ll see!

You hated Rick Grimes with every fibre of your being. He walked around, acting like he owned everyone from the second he entered the camp, yet, hearing the gut-wrenching cries as he found out he lost his wife almost killed you.

You had been the one to cut Lori open, killing her. She had asked you too. To save her baby, Rick blamed you. How could he not? You killed his wife.

Despite the guilt, you couldn't help but match his attitude as you argued. The group quickly went to do their own things, not wanting to be caught in the middle.

“God! Can you just stop fuckin’ bitchin’?” Rick snapped. Your jaw clenched. You were not bitching. You were simply pointing out that his attitude is not okay. Lori had told you that her baby comes first. She actually demanded it, even when you had refused.

“Make me,” You challenged, you genuinely thought he would fall flat, walking away. Oh, how wrong you were.

Rick stalked towards you, a look in his eyes that told you you had flipped a switch within him. Soon enough, you were backed against the hard wall of the prison. “You’re gonna be wishin’ you never said that sweetheart,” Rick spoke gruffly.

“Yeah? What the fuck you gonna do?” You sassed him, which was a very bad idea. Soon enough, Rick turned you around, your cheek squishing against the wall.

“God, tell me you don't want this. ‘Cause if I start, I won't be able to stop,” Rick groaned out. You blinked, nodding.

“Words, sweetheart,” Rick demanded, his hand running up and down your sides.

“I want this,” You spoke, your words all muffled due to your cheeks being squished against the wall. God, you don’t know what you were thinking but he was so hot. So why not?

That was all Rick needed before he practically tore off your jeans. You were not happy about that, clothes were hard to come by these days.

Rick let out a low growl as he saw your lacy panties, which were soaked through.

“You all soaked from our argument? Dirty girl,” Rick tutted, landing a soft smack on your ass. You let out a little whine.

“Yeah? You like that?” Rick let out a little chuckle, landing a harder smack on your ass, thoroughly enjoying the little whines that fall from your mouth.

His rough hand makes its way down your waist until he’s pulling down your panties, exposing your cunt to the cold air.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Rick hummed as she rubbed your ass, before flipping you around so you facing him. He caught you in a searing kiss as his hand made its way down to your clit, rubbing in soft circles. You let out a little whine into Rick’s mouth.

Rick smirked against your mouth before he pulled away with a bite of your lip, his head dipping down into your neck, his lips moving softly against your sensitive neck. He entered one finger into your cunt.

You let out a loud moan, your head lulling back as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “More,” You gasped out.

“You want another?” Rick had the damned smirk on his face. You nodded. “Words,” He took his hand in your face, squishing your cheeks together.

“Yes, please!” You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders. Rick adds another finger, stretching out your tight cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Rick groaned, making the coil in your stomach tighten. You were a sucker for dirty talk

“Gonna cum,” You gasped out.

“Cum, Sweetheart. Be a good girl,” Rick rubbed his thumb against your clit, making you let out a pornographic moan, gushing around his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ hot, baby. Don’t know why I didn’t have my way with you earlier,” Rick groaned out, fiddling with his belt. You ran your hands down his chest, all the way to his belt before you helped him undo it. Rick quickly pulled jeans and boxers down, revealing his hard cock.

It was bigger than anything you’ve ever had before, and it scared and excited you. Rick captured your lips in another searing kiss. It was messy, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance, which Rick won.

“Turn around,” Rick broke the kiss, making your knees go weak and doing exactly what he said. He rubbed his tip against your folds before slowly entering you, the pain mixing with the pleasure. It was such a delicious stretch.

“You can move,” You gasped out, making Rick groan. He moved his hips slowly at first before he started to pick up the pace. He wrapped his hand around your hair, in a ponytail before tugging it up, your head being tilted upwards.

You let out a string of loud moans as he pounded into you. Soon enough, his hand snaked down your belly, rubbing your clit. You were a babbling mess.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, look at you. You’re already a dumb cockdrunk slut,” He groaned, his hips snapping into you at a quicker pace.

It wasn’t long before you saw stars, coming around his cock, Rick let out a loud moan, following shortly after, releasing his load into your cunt.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up,” He pressed a kiss to your sweaty back. Maybe, you didn’t hate him after all.

tags ━︎━︎━︎ @rottedcxre @guccifrog @breeloveschris @demistyles @luverboychris xox, nancy

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #twd #the walking dead #smut #rick grimes smut

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trendywaifus · 9 months

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there’s a nice little ref in yukong’s part (ifykyk). my format isn’t changing, just diff than usual cus it’s a short series and i wanna practice nsfw and writing.

↳ oou, you’re just my type!

hoyoverse women edition part 1 ↳ when she whimpers

↳ featuring—ganyu, stelle, ei, tingyun + honorable mentions

| nsfw! | dom! gn!(unless specified) reader | warnings: ganyu (reader has a cock/strap, overstimulation), stelle (semi-public sex, fingering, a small bit of pet–play if you squint), ei (face siting, implied misuse of cryo vision(reader), overstimulation), tingyun (reader has a cock/strap, blowjob, gagging)

GANYU gasps when your length sinks itself into her soaking cunt with ease. “ don’t let your knees give out, pretty girl. you’re giving me such a perfect angle right now. “ you cooed, drinking in the sight of her face smushed against the pillow and her plump ass positioned beautifully in the air. “ i-i’ll try my best.” she responded obediently, moaning as you stretched her out fully.

ganyu’s angelic moans blurred in your ears as you shift your attention to the satisfying view of your cock sliding in and out of her hole. with each and every thrust it felt like she was sucking you in deeper and deeper. not to mention, your tip and further down the base was beginning to be covered in her cream and essence. “ you’re creaming so much, ganyu.” you noted, nearly moaning at the sight of it.

the adeptus whimpers at the warm sensation of your hand wrapped around one of her sensitive horns. her mind became completely clouded with euphoria and lust when you begin to squeeze and tug while pounding your cock into her cunt feverishly. “ yes, pl-please just like that! f-fuck m-me dumb! “ she moans out in a muffled voice, face now squished into the pillow. her knees trembled, legs turning jelly by your relentless thrusts.

“ you sure are using your voice tonight, baby.“ you delved down to kiss ganyu’s toned back, enjoying the way her muscles coil under your lips. your free hand went around to squeeze her mound of flesh and reached further down her stomach to mess with her pulsating clit. with one final thrust, ganyu’s babbling and screaming as your cock hits all the right places and she squirts everywhere on you and the sheets. you pulled out, happily watching her slick and cum deliciously ooze out of her cunt. finally, her knees gave out and her body hit the mattress.

you wondered if she’ll be able to walk in the morning.

“ who’s my good girl? “

your hand journeys up her skirt and palmed her clothed clit, STELLE ‘s breath hitched. “ m-me. “ she breathes, her lustful golden eyes pools into yours while she starts to grind on your palm. your lips met with hers in a sloppy kiss; teeth promptly clashing together as she hurriedly tilts her head to deepen the kiss. you paid no mind to the sound of people walking and chatting in the distance as you moved her panties to the side and played with her clit with your index finger.

“ in this alleyway right, baby? “ you asked breathlessly, breaking away from the kiss. she nods her head, steadying herself against the wall; her gloved hands gripping your shoulders for support. you teased her entrance, arousal coating your digits. you smirked roguishly at her and brought two of them to your lips and sucked on it. stelle observes you intently like a starved man while your tongue lazily licked at the remains of her juices; not bothering to catch the saliva trickling down your knuckles.

you hummed with satisfaction, “ you taste so good that i already finished my treat. “ stelle whines, biting her bottom lip and watched as you removed your drool-covered fingers from your mouth and brought it back to her soaking entrance. “ brace yourself, sweetheart. “ you warned before slipping your fingers inside of her with little trouble. she throws her head back in pleasure, a soft moan escaping her lips. her walls clenched around your fingers as it sinks deeper into her.

“ you’re taking it so well, baby. “ you purred. she grunts in response, desperately attempting to grind her hips downwards for more friction. chuckling at her eagerness, your fingers begin to thrust inside of her, nails brushing deliciously against her walls. “ s’good! it feels s’good! “ stelle slurs, drool tickling down her chin. you peppered kisses on her face, relishing at how cute she looks. with your other hand, you grabbed ahold of her jaw; forcing her to hold eye contact with you.

“ now, who’s a good girl? “ you crooned, squishing her red cheeks. her half—lidded eyes glistens with tears at the incoming feeling of her climax reaching its peak. “ m-me. . “ she whimpers, slick running down her thighs. “ i-i wahnna cum. . “ you chuckled darkly, kissing her puckered lips. “ not yet. i want you to say it as loud as you can for the people in the back. who’s my good girl? “

the plane of euthymia was anything but it’s usual silence and tranquility. instead, it was filled with EI’s cries and broken moans much to your delight. when you said you had other ways to fill the silence; you fucking her with just your tongue was the last idea she had in mind. now, she’s on her third orgasm, seated perfectly on your face with your tongue stuffed in her cunt.

“ i can just fuck you stupid for an eternity like this, ei. would you like that? “ you asked teasingly, pressing your cold tongue flat against her abused nub. she responds back with a loud gasp and arched her back in pleasure; digging her nails into your knees. grinning devilishly, paying no mind to the stinging pain, you continued, “ of course you’d like that my precious ei. “ tears rolls down her cheeks as she feels the familiar tension knotting in her stomach.

“ dearest, i-i feel it c-coming again. “ ei whimpers, staring down at you with her glowing, pleading eyes. she looks so ethereal right now. your tone softens, “ then let me take care of you. “ with that, you slid your cold wet muscle back into her heated core, she nearly screams.

“ i think someone’s in the front looking for you. “

her ears twitches in annoyance at the local merchant nervously calling out her name from the front of her shop. TINGYUN’s swollen lips pulls away from your cock, snarling. “ oh aeons, can i get a break without being requested?— sorry sir, i’m currently on break, please come back another time! thank you! “ she yells out, uncharacteristically making no attempt to hide the irritation in her voice. hearing that his visit was unwanted, the merchant apologizes quickly before scrambling off. you cast your foxian lover a pointed look.

“ i know, i know— i’m aware that wasn’t very professional of me at all but i have my hands full here. .“ she sighs, before wrapping her lips right back around your length and drags her tongue against a prominent vein. you rest your hand on the back of her neck, rubbing shapes against her skin, chuckling. “ if you’re so eager to suck my dick, let’s get down to business, pretty girl. “ you pushed her head down until the tip was hitting the back of her throat.

a broken mewl emits from tingyun’s throat; she adjusts herself properly between your legs and descends her head further down until her mouth hits your groin.“fuck, you’re taking it like a champ, baby.”you scratched behind her ears affectionately, she whimpers at your praise and touch; her tail wagging from side to side. her cheeks hollows as she moves up and back down on your cock.

her narrowed jade eyes was full of tears as she stares up at you almost innocently—it was driving you crazy. “ keep looking at me like that tingyun and i might prolong your break even more. “ which was exactly what she wanted, the pleasurable burning sensation in her core was getting unbearable. she was already making a mess in her panties. the brunette takes it upon herself to reach down and slip her hand under her dress to satisfy her aching cunt.

tingyun was a complete moaning mess as she starts to pleasure herself unbeknownst to you while you fucked her throat. fat tears runs down her cheeks as she gags on your cock. her climax draws nearer in every waking moment as a small puddle of slick forms under her. noticing tingyun’s moans suspiciously growing louder, you paused—gingerly pulling her head away from your length; a thin line of saliva connects to your tip from her lips.

you tilt your body to the side to follow the direction of her arm with your eyes; your gaze darkens at the discovery of the placement of her hand and the puddle. the look of confusion on tingyun’s features disappears, a sheepish smile stretches across her lips.

“ tingyun, on my lap, now. “

HONORABLE MENTIONS: seele (reader is a fem!, hate-fucking) nilou (semi-public sex, oral sex), yukong (reader is a fem! and being a menace)

SEELE curses under her breath as your hips met with hers, clits rubbing against each other. you moaned in her ear and left sloppy kisses along her jaw. “ you so feel good, seele. “ she gnaws at her bottom lip, holding back a loud groan from the pleasure running up her spine. she hates how submissive she feels under you and as much as she hates you; she can’t deny that her body feels so right against yours. “ i’m going to try a different angle. “

before she can react, you propped her leg against her chest, giving you full exposure and a perfect angle of her cunt. “ wh-what are you—ngnh! “ you grind your clit against hers roughly, smiling in awe of how beautifully her slick is mixed in with yours. she lets out a loud whimper, throwing her hand over her eyes from both pleasure and embarrassment. wet, lewd sounds fills the room as you mercilessly fucked her, not caring about her proclaimed hatred for you. you moved her hand away from her glossy amethyst eyes, warmth fills your voice as you peered down at her with a condescending smile. “ don’t cover your eyes, you look so pretty this way. “

if she really did hate you, you would of been the one under her.

“ let me give you a reward for your beautiful performance back there, NILOU. “ were the exact words you whispered into her ear before you whisked her away to back stage after her grand performance for the celebration of the new grand sage, al haitham. before she knew it, she’s up against the wall and you’re on your knees, head shamelessly underneath her skirt. her fingers cards through your locks, softly moaning as your tongue flicks her sensitive nub.

“ you sound so beautiful, nilou. i wanna hear more.” you slid your tongue inside of her and she gasps angelically, knees buckling. since the red—head was already exhausted from dancing all night, you kept your hands steady on her hips for support. your tongue explores her warm insides, particularly rubbing against a spongy spot she’s helplessly weak to. “ d-darling. .! “ she whimpers, tugging at your hair, eyes screwed shut from immense pleasure. your hands travels up her bare midriff, massaging the tense muscle.

“ cum on my tongue if you want to, i’m enjoying this personal, private performance.“

“ for a foxian who claims to be past her prime, you sure have a lot of energy for someone who’s in heat.” you mused, pressing the vibrator against her swollen bundle of nerves. YUKONG was completely at your mercy—her wrist tied together to avoid her reaching and clawing for you, pretty peach lips parted open, spilling nothing but the most beautiful whimpers known to man. “ can you stop with your talking and get on with it already?! “ she demands, glaring fiercely at you with tears in her eyes.

you whistled in amusement, “ don’t be so feisty baby, that’s how i felt when you teased me while i was tied up in your chair. but since i’m so forgiving, all you have to do is say please and i’ll set this to the highest volume and stuff it up your cunt until you make a absolute mess of the sheets. “ you negotiated, waving the fully buzzing vibrator in her face. she lets out a deep sigh of frustration before succumbing to your “ deal.” “ please, (name). “

“ i thought so. “ as promised you pushed the vibrator into her sopping cunt and she’s practically screaming in utter ecstasy upon penetration. yukong’s eyes rolls to the back of her head, her tail jolts up while she cums and squirts everywhere. you grinned at her fucked out face.

“ woah, that was quick! but don’t worry, i’m gonna let this run until you’re completely milked dry and satisfied. “

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unnerving-presence · 1 year

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If you're taking requests could you do killers (preferably including Wesker) with an s/o who's very affectionate and likes to lay on their chest? I just want to bury my face in their man titties sometimes LMAO

wesker’s stars skin is my fav and i will cherish it forever his cute lil glasses make me want to kiss him on his stupid little face pls

also i only have the brain capacity to do wesker and pyramid head bc i am not feeling well today. sorry

Albert Wesker:

Contrary to popular belief, he is quite fond of affection. While he generally doesn’t go out looking for it, he is not opposed to it and doesn’t have any problems reciprocating those feelings in his own way. Hugs and kisses? Sure, he knows what to do. Burying your face in his chest? Well, this is both cute and concerning to say the least. Holding his face in your hands and talking to him like he’s a stray dog? Actually, what does he even do at that point?

While Albert gives affection to a lesser degree than you, he tries his best to use his actions to show how he feels, even if he’s better with words. If you’re looking particularly adorable one day and you decide to give him a kiss, he’ll gently caress your cheek with his thumb for a brief moment. Even if you simply want to give him kind words or even a gift, he will not allow you to leave his side for the next hour, opting to gently rest his hand on your waist as he does his work.

Even the slightest of smiles crosses his face when you greet him after a trial and say goodbye to him when you are called for one. It’s quite amusing watching you give him every single type of kiss on all parts of his body before leaving, especially when sometimes all you want to do is bury your face in his chest and attempt to motorboat. He still never understands that..

Wesker understands the concept of being as affectionate as you are, but he himself will not understand how you can give so much of it in a short amount of time. You really have the energy to dish out 15 kisses, 6 hugs, a particularly suggestive way of holding his belt while looking at him with a smile, a titty squeeze, and a face squish like you’re a grandma who hasn’t seen her grandchild in 20 years in just 10 minutes?? He doesn’t see the appeal in doing it, but he will certainly not complain about receiving it. Except for the face squish. Stop it.

Pyramid Head:

Dude barely understands affection so he will not mind you laying on his chest. It’s calming that you’re so close to him.. but why..? Also, why are your hands squeezing his pecs? This is nice and confusing at the same time for him. He’ll get used to it eventually. I think..

Over time Pyramid Head has learned how to properly give affection back to show you that he cares. You give him a hug, he’ll gently rest a hand on your back. You give him a kiss, a content rumble will be heard from him. You tell him how much you love him, he will gently press his head against yours. It’s not a whole lot but he tries to make it evident that he is does somewhat understand and enjoy your loving actions. He still sometimes bonks you on the head when he attempts to give you a makeshift kiss and even ends up making quite a terrifying noise when he tries to let you know that he’s happy. I mean.. he’s got the spirit. Hopefully his way of apologizing (random trinket he found on the ground) will make you forgive him.

After you come back from a trial is his favorite when it comes to you giving affection. You look so relieved to be back with him and it’s quite adorable watching you hug him and tell him about how your day went. During these moments he begins to understand why you want to be so close to him. It’s hard for him to grasp, but he has a feeling that he wants to be close to you, too.. even if that consists of following you around like a lost puppy. He’s trying his best!

Pyramid Head is still trying to understand exactly why he enjoys the things you do and is still often confused as to why you do them. He understands affection to a certain degree, but frankly he will never understand why you enjoy smushing your face into his chest and calling them boobs, nor will he understand why you call him ‘babygirl’.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #albert wesker x reader #pyramid head x reader

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beezbeeza · 4 months

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JJK Men As Your Husband

(SFW )

Characters : Yuuji, Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Nanami

Warnings : -All characters here are not minors pls dont cancel me😭🙏, mentions of cum, ass thighs boobs also mentioned

Yuuji

-First of all this man is so sweet he would do everything you asked him to do like hello? He is the type that would 100% always buy you flowers everytime he comes back from a mission

-He and you would prolly get a dog and name the dog “Mia” and this guy is so dedicated to the dog 24/7. Once you were in a meeting at jujutsu high when Yuuji called and asked if Mia was ok and everyone in that meeting was just staring at you like (-_-)

-He loves to sleep on your ass. He says its the comfiest spot on your whole body and sometimes when both of you are out in public he would squish it and give you the shittiest grin. He also enjoys laying on your stomach as he tells you about his day and you just combing through his hair

Scenario : You coming back after a long day of work

You walked through your house door with no motivation to do anything. Thats when your lovely husband came to greet you and he noticed something was off.

“Whats wrong darling you look like someone stuck a stick up your ass”

You just shrugged it off and went to shower. While you showering guess what? Yuuji casually walks into the washroom making you slightly embarrassed (even though he had seen you naked so many time)

He walked into the shower like he owned the place and let his hands slither around your waist

“Whats wrong my darling tell me anything that happened im your husband you know im always here”

And you just told him everything in the shower while he listened carefully. After both of you showered you layed on the bed with you on your stomach while he massaged you until you slept.

“Goodnight my doll :)” he said softly

Gojo

-This guy is so cheeky about being your husband like he would def show you off all day if he could. For your 1 year anniversary this man planned a whole trip just for you and him to go to Italy since he heard you talking about italy being your dream vacation! This guy made sure everything went well just to end your vacation with a long night of his seed in you.

-Did i mention this man is rich? Not any rich but old money rich rich. If you stared at a chanel bag for too long.. the next day its almost guranteed you have it on your bed waiting for you to use it. Not only that but everytime he sees something that reminds him of you he will buy it😭

-Gojo is also really good in cooking suprisingly! If you were too tired when you and him get back home from work he would cook for you and his meals are yummy asf so the only right thing would be to ask for another plate :D

Scenario : You and him going on a date

Both of you had just showered and its 5pm. You both agreed to go on a date after a tiring week of defeating curses non-stop. So like a good husband gojo is, he drives the car and is giving you all the princess treatment you could ever get😩

When both of you arrive to the bougie restaurant a waiter guides both of you to the table and gives you the menu. Your eyes wandered through all the possible dishes you could order while gojo already knew what he wanted and was staring at you.

“You know gojo, staring isnt polite” you said jokingly while calling for the waiter

“Hmm a man cant stare at how divine my wife is?” He replied back which made your chest flutter

You chuckled and decided to plan another week of funess since both of you were on break for a week while waiting for your food🥰

Toji

-im praying for all of yall put there this man is big inside and outside🙏 he would randomly throw you over his shoulder to grumble about how much he loves you and you would just be there processing what the hell happened

-He loves when you lay on him whether its on his lap, chest, shoulder he just thinks you look so cute and will snap a few pics of you :3 Nonetheless this man will throw a pillow at you to wake you up in which you get revenge by making him sleep on the couch (girlboss y/n)

-Toji loves to style your hair if you want him to. If you found a pinterest hairstyle you want him to do he would make it look better than the picture itself like this man is so dedicated to his little precious wife and will tend to all her needs

Scenario : You asking Toji to style your hair

It was a very bright summer day when you saw a cute hairstyle on pinterest which you asked your husband to do for you. The moment he reached your cozy house, you jumped into his hands and asked for him to do the hairstyle

“Toji can you please to this hairstyle for me pleaseee” you asked with puppy eyes that your husband could not resist!😨

“Fine brat come here i bet you it will make you look like the prettiest doll”

And he was a man to his words because it actually did turn out better than the picture! But of course you had to pay him by cuddling and pampering him at night in your massive king size bed.

“My love you look so pretty under the moonlight i just want to eat you alivee” you said which made toji feel concerned but fluttered because of the way you complimented him

“Yeah, yeah whatever princess just get some sleep before you get all grumpy in the morning”

You chuckled before you drifted off to sleep not long after.

Sukuna

-Being the wife of Sukuna would probaly fear anyone that you have so much power over him but in reality you could walk this man like a dog on a leash! He looks big, strong, and all that but he just wants his wife in his arms every second of the day

-He loves your boobs more than anything like at night he would just get under ur shirt and lay on one boob while his left hand massages the other boob. You dont mind but sometimes he also lays on your stomach and you play with his hair.

-When the sorcerers (yuuji and the gang) taught you how to use a phone you showed sukuna and boy oh boy this guy almost broke your iphone 14 pro max! Whenever you both take selfies he looks like (•_•) but thats just his way of smiling

Bonus hc bc i love this man too much

-Once, you were massaging sukuna so you were on his back while he was on his tummy and this man moaned loudly which made the maids curious because they taught he got hurt and when they checked in the bedroom, the saw you massaging him! Of course they immediately legt but sukuna sliced their body into 4 pieces😭

Scenario : Teaching sukuna how to use a phone

You opened the gigantic doors to sukuna’s throne room and yelled “Sukuna the sorcerers taught me something today!”

“What did those hooligans teach you this time woman?”

You climbed up the stairs of the throne to sit on his lap while explaining the mechanics of a phone and what it does “this phones are also really useful because when you or i am out we can contact eachother” you said with stars in your eyes

“Why do i need to contact you when i can just bring you out with me?”

“Ugh sukuna my love you dont get it do you?”

It took nearly the whole day for him to understand what a phone is, how it works, why we need it and so on. The next week you got your king a phone and those maids were scared for the life since he would scream st the phone because it apparently ‘wasn’t working’ while you were next to him teaching him why it ‘wasnt working’

Overall you think he made good progress since he came accross a website which showed what makes a good husband and now you definitely get more kisses and compliments🥰

Nanami

-You honestly have no idea how you got this man like he is such a gentlemen and treats you better than anyone of the list so far. Oh you started your period? He got you pads, your comfort foods and he is your personal furnace.

-He also loves to accompany you when you go the supermarket and just help out! (This guy is a literal angel) If something is out of your reach he would get it for you and ask if anything else you need is out of reach so it takes less time since he just wants to be in your arms😍

-Loves watching movies with you in bed. You always surprise him with his favourite snacks when your in bed or on the couch ready to watch a new episode that both of you guys have been following for some while now. He would drift of to sleep when he is laying on your chest, arms around your waist with you stroking his golden locks!

Scenario : Going to the supermarket

Your kitchen pantry and fridge had been empty for 3 days now so you decided to go to the supermarket with your handsome husband. After you arrived you had no list but just worked around the place to find all the ingredients you need and some things your husband wants.

“My darling are you sure we need 3 packs of popcorn kernels? I love popcorn but isnt that-“ he was cut of with you adding even more popcorn to the nearly overrlowing cart.

“Nothing is too much Nanami and plus you have been working so hard so why not give yourself a treat?” You said cheekily. The man just accepts his fate and continues on shopping for food with his lovely wife.

In the end you guys return home with 2 overflowing carts and a pantry and fridge that could feed a family of 16 people (yay ig?) thankfully it did not cause a hole in both of your bank accounts and that night you watched a movie with nanami and slept peacefully :)

#sukuna #smut #fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #itadori yuuji #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #nanami kento

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aemoonie · 1 year

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𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄 - 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗒𝗎𝖼𝗄 ✰

/ˈmuːnstrʌk/ adjective: unable to think or act normally, especially as a result of being in love.

synopsis: after weeks of struggling to strip his mind off his feelings for you, haechan has taken the opposite tactic, no longer caring about hiding his feelings. he was desperate to end your hesitance. you, on the other hand, seemed terrified of it all.

a/n: this is one of my first longer imagines, so pls make yourself your favorite hot beverage and enjoy <3 (and maybe consider reblogging if you like it (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡)

(feat. the rest of 127!) lowercase intended, fem!reader, wc: ~5k, cw: mentions of food, anxiety, and nightmares.

the company couldn’t have picked a worse moment in time to make you and the boys go on a little getaway. it wasn’t that you didn’t welcome the rest and different atmosphere, you were desperately aching for it. but the air was thick with tension anytime you shared a room with a particular someone, and you dreaded having to spend an entire weekend in a house with him.

not too many nights ago, hyuck made it known to you that he liked you more than just a friend. which, to be honest, had your mind and heart racing, but it also made you feel pushed into a corner. you weren’t sure if you wanted to ruin what good friendship you had with him beforehand, neither did you feel ready to jump into a relationship like this so quickly. by the time he had confessed, you weren’t exactly unaware of your growing infatuation with him either. though you had dreaded this exact moment to happen and going back to just being friends seemed arguably off the table.

fate had decided in favor of you when you got picked to ride in another car than him, and you didn’t miss his disappointed look shifting onto the graveled stone under his feet. it was like a sting in your heart to see him like this, but you held yourself back every time. and later when all of you entered the house, he brushed past you, his arm just barely sliding past your shoulder, but enough for you to almost miss a step. it was as if your heart was playing tricks on you.

another moment you dreaded was the room assignments. just thinking about having to share a room with hyuck made you shiver, it would simply be torture for you. and so, game after game, you almost bit your nails off from your nerves, room after room got assorted. as the last two pairs were standing, mark won the game and chose hyuck as his roommate, leaving you to share a room with doyoung. you caught yourself letting out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding and smiled at the older boy. doyoung was a good roommate. he was clean and calm, and you felt comfortable with this arrangement. what you didn’t feel were eyes boring into the side of your head, a pair of eyes deeply unsatisfied with how the weekend was going.

before this weekend, hyuck had been a mess. he felt his confession to you had ruined everything good in his life. you wouldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore, and he would mentally curse himself anytime he saw your gaze shift from his figure. but after all, he was done playing games. he had felt different towards you for months before confessing to you, and he only did so because he was sure you felt the same. he was incredibly sure of it. each time you two would brush arms he would sense your nerves, each time he teased you he could see the blush running through your cheeks. he knew you always held your breath when he came a little too close and he knew you tilted your head in a certain angle only when you were talking to him. what he didn’t know though, was what the hell you were thinking. and he had hoped this weekend would give him some clarity.

but as expected, you avoided him like the plague. you were strategic about it, too. you only sat in spots that had both sides of you already occupied, even if that meant squishing yourself between johnny and jaehyun. when hyuck entered the kitchen, you would leave in the same second. when he crossed paths with you in the hallway, you quickly snuck into the bathroom, where you were right now.

your face felt hot and sweaty, both from the humid summer air, and the constant nervousness that had your heart pounding a thousand miles per hour. running your hands under the cold water, you held them onto your neck, basking in the coolness. looking up, you mustered your flushed cheeks and tired eyes. you hadn’t been sleeping well the past few days, and it was definitely showing. with a sigh, you push yourself off the sink, mentally trying to recall in which bag you stuffed your concealer in. but when you swung open the door and almost ran into haechan, you let out a small gasp, stopping dead in your tracks.

“you scared me,” you breathed, eyeing his face. he looked similarly startled, but there was something else in his eyes. something desperate. “can we talk?” his voice was barely audible, almost a whisper. looking down, you felt his gaze still burning on you. even when you ran your options over in your head, you knew you had to face him eventually. so, you stepped aside, letting him enter the bathroom as you closed the door behind him. that was it. just you and him.

it was silent for a good few minutes, so silent you mentally started counting the seconds before he spoke first. “i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable. i didn’t want us to be like this,” he said, voice still mellow.

you said nothing, crossed your arms over your chest and looked sideways. looked anywhere but his face. he stood like a beaten puppy, and it was tearing you apart at best. but you were afraid. afraid of everything lurking behind that promise of giving in, that promise of being vulnerable. the promise of being in love.

“you said you wouldn’t fall in love with me” you said, your voice rang painfully loud against the tiles.

“i lied.”

the sky was clear that night, you could count the stars perfectly from your position in the bed. the only sounds you heard were doyoung’s soft breathing against his pillowcase and your thumping heartbeat against your chest. the previous conversation was running miles in your head. he lied. you had known he lied then. you didn’t know what came over you to say what you said. it made you grimace to think back to it. this was exactly what you wanted to avoid. it made everything worse. more muddled.

giving up on sleep, you threw the covers off you and made your way downstairs. your throat was calling for a glass of water. the quiet thumping of your footsteps rang in your ears, truly you felt your world was turning upside down. you couldn’t even remember the last time your heartbeat felt anything close to normal. the dining table was long and made of massive wood, facing a big window-front looking into the garden. the moon was illuminating the entire room, you could make out some ravines and hills the longer you stared back at it. as if it would suddenly bring you some kind of epiphany.

as you were watching the grass starting to glister, you lost track of how long you’ve stayed seated. it was only when the sky turned into a lighter hue that you were shaken from your thoughts, clearing the untouched glass from the table, and tiptoed back upstairs, hoping doyoung hadn’t noticed your absence in the meantime.

breakfast was quiet. the boys joked and teased each other, not paying much attention to you and your inner turmoil. you caught hyuck looking at you a couple times, though never able to figure out what he was thinking when he turned his attention back to his plate. thankfully you ended up as a victor of the usual games to decide over who had to clean up, and slowly made your way outside in the burning sunlight.

“what’s up with you today?” you heard a light voice say, as you were squinting against the beaming sun you could make out mark, stomping through the damp grass. “you seem off.”

mark was always someone who understood you well, he barely judged you when he had every reason to. but your mouth stayed shut, your arm was raising only to shield your eyes to see him better. after a good look at your expression, he turned his attention back towards the garden. “wanna play something?”

you smiled at this. “but don’t get sulky when you lose” you said, earning a relieved chuckle from him.

and despite your best efforts you were the one to get sulky after heroically losing to mark, even after jaehyun joined your team in badminton. the three of you were in a fit of laughter, not being able to comprehend how bad all of you were, and how you still managed to lose a game of two against one. you excused yourself, with heavy breaths and in desperate need of a cool drink and made it to the kitchen. trying your best to pass hyuck nonchalantly, who was sitting at the table and staring into his phone, you grabbed the first drink you laid your eyes on. upon hearing a thud, you turned while the cool liquid ran past your lips.

haechan’s phone laid on the table now, and he sat with his leg crossed over the other, staring at you. like always, his brown eyes had a certain look to them. something in them felt so heavy on you that you felt you had to strip yourself bare and scrub every inch of your skin after they darted back to the surface of the table.

“don’t look at me like that” you said, your tone more pleading than you would have liked. your heart was pounding again, ringing in your ear as if it was taunting you.

“like what?” he asked. like he was oblivious. like he was taunting you. like he wanted you.

“you know” you simply said, walking past and back into the garden, being greeted by a cheering mark who excitedly jumped on the spot, calling for the next round. at this point, you were better at playing this game between hyuck and you. at this point, you felt somewhat at ease, being distracted by the others and finally filling your mind with something other than him. if only he had a way to do the same.

“you know, anyone can tell there’s something going on between you two” doyoung suddenly said, watching intently as your head shot up in surprise. you looked around in a hurry, only to find that he had thankfully made sure that nobody was close enough to hear, or at least was very occupied. not that anyone could hear anything anyway besides johnny’s heartfelt solo at the karaoke machine.

“whatever it is, you guys should make up. quickly.” doyoung added, bringing your attention back to him. you sent him a displeased look, which he returned in the same manner and made his way back to johnny.

you never intended to be subtle about this thing with hyuck, but your insides twisted at the thought of everyone involuntarily taking part in this little game of charade you two had going on. it was probably like watching two rivaled cats circle each other, each too cowardly to make the first move, whether it was to run or to fight. you took a big sip from the beer you were holding in your hands, which unfortunately got entirely too warm in your clammy grasp. oh, how much you hated the peak of summer.

and you hated every single drip of sweat running down your neck that night because again, you were tossing and turning to no avail. the stars looked just like the night before, and you grew tired of counting them at last. it was torture after all, you were sure, this constant beating of your heart in your ears. it was to remind you of how much of a coward you really were. you couldn’t even face your own feelings. instead, you denied them, stuffed them in a box and threw them in the endless pit of your mind, hoping to never see them again.

and still, here you laid, eyes heavy with lost sleep from the past couple days clinging onto them, desperate to pull you down into a deep slumber. were you even too scared to face your dreams now? instead of the stars, you started counting your heartbeat. as the seconds passed, it slowed barely, but you weren’t sure if it was ever possible to get it back to a normal rhythm.

at some point you were slipping in and out of sleep, still hearing your heart thump when you finally let yourself rest against your damp pillowcase and let the darkness take you over. only to wake in a shock as panic fell over you. you frantically looked to your left, but an empty disheveled duvet stared back at you. rubbing your neck, it was even sweatier than it had been before, and then you finally noticed that the sun was peaking through the curtains. you had finally slept until morning.

peeking through the ivory fabric, you could see some of the boys playing outside again. it was beyond you how they still maintained in the summer heat. your eyes fell on hyuck, who stepped out from the door under your window. he clapped his hands a couple times, looked back and forth between the teams, and yelled something you couldn’t make out through the window. his skin already had a slight tan to it, and his hair looked as disheveled as you felt. he looked happy, you thought. carefree, perhaps.

after you had showered, you tiptoed your way downstairs. there was still something that didn’t sit right with you, that made you hesitant on your way down the staircase, it felt as if they were all living in a different universe. it felt as if someone planted this in your head to fool you into a sense of security. and you were falling for it.

“you’re up!” you heard johnny exclaim, and your eyes darted towards him. he was wearing his hat backwards and kept his arms bare, holding a slice of watermelon in his hands. “want some?” he held the fruit towards you after seeing you eye it.

“no thanks,” you mumbled, sent him a small smile and walked to the fridge, searching for the coolest water bottle you could find.

“you gave us quite a scare.” taeyong said. from his spot at the table, he could both eye you and the boys outside perfectly, and his shoulders were still facing the windowfront, but his concerned eyes were trained on you only.

“how so?”

“we thought you had a fever. you were out cold and sweating like crazy” johnny responded, mouth full of food. he eyed you again, taeyong did the same. you felt uncomfortable under their gazes, as if they knew something you didn’t. “you should eat something,” taeyong finally added. “we’ve already had breakfast. i’ll make you something.”

he almost looked like a concerned mother, the way he guided you to sit with a hand on your shoulder, patting your head when he made his way towards the stove. it felt a bit strange seeing them be so concerned about you, as you were never one to be in need of any of that. although you let them be, because maybe, you thought, they could use this distraction as much as you.

“hey! how are you feeling?” doyoung said, smiling as he entered the kitchen from the garden. he held a ball in his hands, and his cheeks were rosy from the sun. hyuck followed into the room close after him, his eyes immediately falling on you. they looked soft, you thought. softer than usual.

“i-i just had a bad dream. that’s all.” you answered, your eyes darting back and forth between the two men looking at you, as if they were expecting to hear something else. “doyoung thought you were gonna die” hyuck suddenly said, making you meet his eyes. it took a lot of you to tear yourself from his gaze and tried to force a small smile on your lips. “kinda wish I had” you said, earning protest from the other men in the room.

“don’t be so dramatic,” johnny complained. “at least now you seem fine.”

but you didn’t feel fine. you felt your cheeks burning up again, your heartbeat was thumping as loud as ever, and you felt your feet glisten with sweat on the cool tiles. there was really no reason for you to be feeling this way, if the only possible reason wasn’t standing a few feet away from you right now. it felt impossible to not look at him, as much as you tried, and as many questioning glances from the older guys you had to avoid.

the following night, when you made your way down to the kitchen again, you came to an abrupt halt when you saw a silhouette sitting at the dining table already. it was already the early morning hours, who else would be up during this time but you with your impossible heartrate?

as you stood for a couple moments, you grew awfully sure of who was seated there. but you were hesitant with how to proceed. had he even heard your footsteps? would he hear it if you turned back around now? why was he sitting there in the middle of the night? was he waiting for you?

but the racing game in your mind ended abruptly when he looked up, his eyes noticing your figure in the dark. he said nothing and instead turned his attention toward his hands, which were now fiddling in his lap. you took this as a sign to proceed, almost wincing at the light thumping of your footsteps against the tiles. it felt awfully loud in the thick air between the two of you.

hyuck expected you to go to the fridge, get something to drink or eat, avoid him like you usually would, but instead you came to a halt on the opposite side of the table, nervously holding onto the back of a chair. in no way were you in your right mind, because by the look in his eyes you could tell that he was as puzzled as you were about your actions.

“what are you doing here?” you said finally, your voice almost inaudible. but he had heard you.

“same thing as you.” he simply answered, now leaning forward with his elbows on the table. his gaze shifted somewhat; it was almost as if it had something challenging in it now. you guessed he was tired of this as much as you were. you prayed your cheeks wouldn’t grow even hotter under his intense gaze, but it seemed that he noticed. he always did.

“which would be?” he smirked at this. “stargazing, i’m guessing? i can see why you like the view.”

you tore your eyes from his, and snuck a glance into the garden, glistening under the moonlight as beautiful as you’ve last seen it. you couldn’t even begin the thought process of guessing why he knew this. did he watch you? did he snuck in your mind to snoop you out? was he playing tricks on you again?

shifting on your feet, you looked back on the table, studying the carvings and stains on the wood. you had quite a lot to say, yet nothing at all, and you knew you were doing him wrong by now. but why couldn’t you bring yourself to end this, once and for all? you were a coward, at last. unable to face your fears. a fear personified in the boy who’s eyes were desperately searching for yours. the boy who knew you best. the boy who would be your downfall.

“what are you thinking?” he whispered after moments of silence, watching the inner turmoil behind your eyes. all you wanted was for him to make it go away. a moment of peace, perhaps.

the words felt bittersweet on your tongue, and you swapped them out again, and again. was it right to give in, or would the coward in you win, once again? you knew he was incredibly sure of what he wanted, the weight was all on your shoulders. you let go of the chair, took a step back, and tried to shake the pressure off you, as you made your way to the kitchen counters. you were desperate to escape from the tension in the air, but you also knew this was the most you two had spoken in a week or so. and you had missed it. you missed him.

“i feel like i’m falling apart” you finally said, head peeking into the fridge, looking for the cold relief of water once again. you felt you could drink up an entire ocean and it wouldn’t be enough, it never was.

as you closed the door, you risked a look at him. he seemed to have shrunken in his posture, looking almost sad.

“i can’t sleep, i barely eat, i can’t even keep up with the way my heart is pumping like crazy every day and it’s all because of this,” you motioned your hand between the two of you. “because i feel like i’m going crazy” your voice sounded desperate, pleading almost. it sounded as if it was a stranger’s voice. like a someone else entirely was talking for you.

he slowly rose from his chair and took slow steps towards you standing behind the counter. at first, it seemed as if he didn’t even dare to look you in the eye. still, once they finally met, he kept you locked under his gaze. he came to a halt right when he stood face-to-face with you, it would have been easy for you to just raise your arm and let your fingers glide over his cheek, but it remained a painful thought for now, your eyes now trained on the marble of the countertops. this was entirely too much for you. your heart thumbed with every second that passed of the two of you standing there, so loud you were sure he could hear it.

“i don’t want to lose you-“

“you said you wouldn’t fall in love with me”

your voice rang in your ears, your tone was accusatory now, repeating the same words you had told him in the bathroom when you first arrived. it was clear that you had cut him off, and it seemed that you had struck a nerve as well as his eyes now hardened at your words.

“i hope you don’t expect me to apologize because i won’t.” he bit back, eyebrows furrowing. “stop pushing everyone away for fuck’s sake.”

his voice was still mellow, and he barely raised his tone but it cut just as deep as if he did. “what is up with you?” he added. “you said you needed time, and i’ve given it to you. and yet you treat me as if i committed a war crime.”

he was right, you knew he was right, you knew it when you first planned to avoid him here and you grew painfully aware of it each time you saw the defeated look in his eyes when your plan worked. he knew and he probably also knew you couldn’t keep it up any longer. your mask was slipping with every shaky breath, if it hadn’t already vanished moments prior. if only you could have lasted one more day.

“what is it you’re so afraid of?” he finally said after moments of stillness. his hand moved to brush a strand of hair back past your shoulders. your eyes met again, this time each of you were searching for something. each of you desperate to find it.

his hair was ruffled to all sides, you noticed. as if he had run his fingers through it over and over again. his lips were slightly chapped, but still as rosy pink as you knew them. he looked tired, admittedly not as tired as you. but the dark shadows under his eyes told you that he wasn’t having it anymore. you felt you were a terrible person for putting both of you through all of this.

“you terrify me.” you whispered.

his eyes widened, he moved a couple inches back, as his eyes softened then, trying to decipher this new information. you, in turn, tried what you did best; look anywhere but him. you finally said what you had denied yourself all this time. you finally admitted how cowardly you were. you were afraid of a boy, afraid of being loved.

running his hand through his hair, and looking to the side, he looked just as stressed as you were feeling. in any other situation you would find this moment in time almost comical. the both of you standing so close, pouring your hearts out, and yet none of you had the guts to look the other in the eye. both of you decided to eye your designated corners on the kitchen countertops, until you heard him take a shaky breath.

“what does that even mean?” he said, finally training his eyes back on your face. he sounded more demanding now, his patience seemed to run thin. you bit your lip, forcing your eyes to connect with his. you almost wished you could vanish right there and then, the look he had for you was nothing you could’ve prepared yourself for. the only thing that kept you within reality was the known and trusted thumping of your heart against your chest, bursting through your eardrums. your lids fell shut, desperate for some relief under his boring gaze.

“it means you scare me to death.” you heard yourself say. you didn’t even feel your lips move.

“because i’ve never felt this way for anyone before,”

furrowing your brows, you slowly opened your eyes. before, you could hear his breathing every once in a while, but now it had gone terribly silent. you feared he might just had left you standing there, being fed up with you and your incomprehensible brain.

but there he stood, holding his breath, a couple inches closer than he was before. when he finally breathed out, you could feel the air brushing your burning cheeks. he smelled so familiar, it felt almost ridiculous to you that you feared to forget his scent at some point. he smelled like your best friend, like comfort, like home. like everything you ever wanted.

“don’t push me away again,” he said, no, he pleaded. eyes dancing back and forth on your features, like he was seeing them for the first time. it was your turn to hold your breath, counting the seconds between each pump of your heart.

“do you trust me?” this time his voice was barely more than a brush of air fleeting past your skin, and his eyes started to glisten a little, the moon was slowly illuminating the entire kitchen. in the soft light, your eyes could wander over every inch on his face, and you had to admit that you basked a little in the anticipation of it all. this was what you were so deadly afraid of. this was what had you losing sleep. this was it.

he slowly raised the same hand from earlier, tucking another strand of hair out of the way. as his fingers brushed past the shell of your ear, you closed the remaining space between your lips.

his hand immediately moved to cup your cheek, and his lips felt soft and warm against your own. it was as if you were enchanted by it all, pulling him closer if you could, trying to make up for what you messed up before. the warmth that spread through your chest felt heavenly, nothing like the dripping heat of the day prior, nor like the tight panic that had gripped your heartstrings every night. it was making you weak in the knees.

you almost sighed into the kiss, with every little fear washing off you as he tilted his head and kissed you even deeper. what a coward you had been. how unreasonable you had been. your biggest fear turned out to be the purest bliss, and for this moment, you thanked every holy entity you could think of.

desperate for air, the two of you had to break apart eventually. his soft breaths returning to be felt on the softness of your cheeks, he pressed his forehead against yours and let out a huff. you felt his arms carefully wrap around your waist, slowly pressing your bodies even closer together, if that was possible.

“please, never do this again” he pleaded, and you could see him close his eyes at the thought. with guilt rushing over your every bone, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. all the words that laid on your tongue had left you now, and the only thought that remained was the yearning for this moment to never end.

“i wouldn’t. ever.” you finally said, closing your eyes and leaning into his embrace. and suddenly, you felt, going back to normal was not something that was right to long for anymore. you wanted whatever this feeling was, that made you weak in the knees and crave for his touch. if this was what you had been so afraid of, you couldn’t wait to let it consume you.

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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 2 months

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[Smut Challenge - Neighbor Series] John "Soap" MacTavish*Fem!Reader

Soap with a Jogging partner!Reader neighbor.

Word Count: 2.1k

CW: 18+, mdni, pet names, shower sex, thigh fucking, I’m practicing writing smut :) (maybe poor Scottish accent I tried sorry)

pls tell me if I forget to tag something in CW! tyvm!

Johnny loved his neighborhood quite a lot.

Near both the base and a gym, not far from a lake with fresh air and kind people greeting him when he was off from the base and going on a jog every morning.

so it was not exaggerating to say he missed his flat so much when he finally came back from a 3 months mission and was fortunate enough to have 2 weeks off to recover from the injury he gained during the mission.

The injury wasn’t that severe, just a bullet grazed over his right hand, but since the mission was successfully completed and all his teammates were going home during the vacation (or Simon munching chips in his flat near the base too) there was no reason for him to stay at the base.

Johnny climbed up the stairs to his flat at midnight, the whole neighborhood was silent, only the moon was his company, so he tried his best to stay quiet too, but just as he passed by the room next to his, he noticed it wasn’t vacant like the last time he came back here.

Maybe he could find out who his new neighbor was tomorrow after he washed off all the grime and dirt from his body so he wouldn’t leave a nasty weird man first impression for them.

Johnny still kept up his morning routine — jogging, since the wound wouldn’t be affected by simply running around.

Putting on his sweatpants and a hoodie, he stepped out the threshold and bent down to tie his sneakers.

A creak from the next door drew his attention.

You came out from the next door, and his eyes traveled, from your joggers, up to your sports bra, then stopped at your face.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you the moment his eyes laid on you.

You looked majestic, even though you were just wearing normal clothes for exercise, but he adored your body’s curves, the lines of your muscles on your thighs, firm abs on your tummy but still got a little belly, hair tied high up into a cute bun.

“Oh, Good Morning!” He watched you recognize his existence and greeted him with a dazzling grin.

“Mornin’ lassie.”

“Haven’t seen you since I moved in, nice to see my neighbor is enjoying morning jog too.”

Johnny strolled to your side, and the sight of you raising your head to meet his eyes almost made him want to squish you into a hug.

“aye, ye wanna go with me? used to have a run along the lake.” He invited, jogging alone was a bit boring, and now there was a pretty girl in front of him, of course, he wouldn’t let the chance slip from his hand, and from how your eyes brightened to his words, he knew he made a right step to the relationship.

“that’s where I always go for!” You signaled him to follow you “Of course, I would be happy to have someone with me.”

It became a morning routine since the first day you two went to jog together.

Every morning, Johnny stepped out of his flat and was met with a smile that he thought was too pure for a man like him.

He wasn’t a stupid man, he could sense the sparkles between you two, the blush when you handed him a bottle of water and accidentally touched his hand, the fluster and attempt to cover your face when he flirted with you, how you stared at him while he was looking at other direction and unaware of he noticed it.

Not like he didn’t enjoy your affection, Johnny told you his job when you asked about his injury, and when 2 weeks passed and he went back to work, he no longer stayed at base when he could choose to live at his flat, so he could continue the morning routine you two had.

When he told you he was deployed and won’t be back for weeks even months, he always got a lot of things from you to bring to base, from snacks and sweaters to handwriting, spoiling him with your love.

He realized you became the person he thought of within the arduous missions. He recalled your laughter the times he told you jokes, your relaxing sigh when you two were resting from a run, the breeze blew away the heat, and he turned around, eyes unable to move away from your smile.

but he ate his own words, this time he came back from a mission, but he got shot in his left shoulder, he didn’t come back without injuries as he promised you.

Johnny felt a bit guilty when he knocked on your door, and your face changed from excitement to concern when his bandaged left shoulder came into your sight.

“Johnny! How do you get this?” You quickly but carefully pulled him inside, pushing him to sit on the couch.

“Nothin’ to worry about, jus’ a bullet.” Johnny playfully squeezed the hand you used to inspect him, but you glared at him.

“No way a bullet wound is ‘nothing’, how many days do you have this time before you need to go back?”

“3 weeks?”

“Good.” Your voice firm “From now on, you’re not allowed to do anything except sit still and recover, got it?”

“I ken ye worried but-“

“I said do you got it, John MacTavish?”

“aye, bonnie...”

Johnny obediently sat on the couch after you threatened him to not move around then headed into the kitchen to make some food. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, sometimes you’re adorably stubborn, especially when it was regarding his health, but 5 minutes later, he still sneaked up to your back.

“Hey...”

“Ah!” You let out an incredibly monster-like squeal when Johnny snaked his arms around your waist, and you looked over your shoulder, the face of the man you secretly liked was just a few inches away from yours.

“Didn’t I tell you to sit on the damn couch?” You scolded.

“can nae jus’ sit right there and look at ma bonnie busy in the kitchen.”

Johnny nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, he loved the scent of yours so much, mixed with the shampoo, lotion, and your detergent, he couldn’t describe the smell, but it never failed to fascinate him.

“you know...” abruptly, you stopped the hand cutting the vegetables “You shouldn’t do this to people other than your girlfriend.”

You hanged your head and stayed still, maybe it was time to tell him your feelings. This time he was lucky enough to come back alive, but who can guarantee the next time? Every time he left, you swallowed down the confession that was just about to slip out of your lips, you were afraid, you knew he must be good at his job, but each time you saw him with bruises and wounds, you were scared at the possibility of not having a chance to tell him you want your relationship not only stay at jogging partner or friends.

but Johnny just let out a question, voice full of confusion.

“You aren’t?”

You turned your head and faced him “Wait, Am I?”

“Aren’t we together for months?”

“but you didn’t tell me you like me!”

“Oh.” He smirked, “So you don’t want to be my girlfriend?”

“...” mouth agape, you literally can progress what you just learned.

“ye gonna drool all over ye shirt, bonnie” Johnny’s pinch on your cheek brought you back to reality, the gear in your head finally started functioning again, and you pouted at his laugh.

“You are an idiot.” You said.

“aye aye, I’m an idiot, your idiot, okay?” He just shut you up with a kiss on your lips.

You were not going to complain.

You and Johnny finished the dinner and cleaned up the kitchen. You wiped your hands on the towel and called out at Johnny — who kept following you around.

“Alright, you go to shower first, tell me if you need anything, okay?” You handed him some towel, but he just stood there, and the smugness on his face told you he was definitely planning on some weird things.

“I can nae lift my arm, I can’t wash myself.” He spoke.

“I can help you wash your hair first.”

“I can’t reach down to wash my feet.”

“I can-“

“Do ye really want yer poor boyfriend who’s severely injured wash himself?” He stepped closer, shoulders slumped and eyebrows collapsed.

“You said it’s just a bullet.”

“It hurts.”

“...fine.” You obliged, and you watched his smile become wider, this man just understood how to let people fall into his trap by his fucking doe eyes and begging.

so now here you are, standing next to your naked boyfriend who took off his clothes suspiciously too fast, and now he was staring at you again, feigning innocence on his face.

“Why ye haven’t taken off yer clothes, baby?”

“I'm going to help you wash your body, not wash mine with you, Johnny.”

“But ye will get yourself wet if you don’t.”

“You sure you won’t do other things?” Your eyes narrowed, asking him a question you weren’t even sure you could accomplish.

“I won’t, please?”

“...” You sighed and started taking off your own clothes. Fuck this man and his fucking beautiful eyes.

Johnny turned on the shower, and just as you stepped into the shower, the steam had already filled the bathroom.

“bend down a bit.” You commanded, and he did what you said, lowering himself so you could put shampoo on his hair, and massage his scalp.

You heard him let out a sigh, and you chuckled.

“Is it comfortable?”

“aye.” his eyes closed, indulging in the sensation.

Keeping massaging his scalp and making sure every inch of his hair had been washed, you rinsed the bubble off his hair.

Suds flew past your feet, and just as you turned around and ready to squeeze some shower gel, a pair of feisty hands settled themselves on your hips without warning.

You should know this man wouldn’t stay still from the start.

“Yer so fucking beautiful, bonnie” You could feel his chest pressed against your back, and something was prodding at your thighs.

“Didn’t I tell you nothing but a normal shower just a few minutes ago?”

“Just can’t help myself when my pretty lass is right here helping me.” He nudged forward, now you could feel his shaft sliding between your thighs.

A moan came out from you when Johnny licked a line from your shoulder to your neck, resonating in the cramped bathroom.

“Hey! Johnny! ahh...! You will tear your stitches!” you tried to reprimand him, but you couldn’t even convince yourself, voices shudder and pussy dripping juices on Johnny’s cock when he started sliding it against your slickened folds.

“Then ya can help me, lovie, hmm?” He suddenly halted his movements, only teasingly slapping his tip at your folds.

“You bastard...” The eagerness you had for this man finally conquer your rational mind, you stuck your ass out and humped back, whines rolled off your tongue uncontrollably when Johnny’s thick cock kept stimulating your clit every time you shifted, whilst Johnny moans out his pleasure, you slightly plumpy thighs with some muscles added the proper pressure to massage his cock.

You could feel his shaft twitching, indicating his high wasn’t too far away, so you quickened your hips, making the man let out a sexy groan that made your cheeks flush redder than rose.

“gonna cum if you keep moving like that... fuck...” Johnny panted right into your ears, his Scottish accent heavier than usual, voice sweet like candy, alluring you to reach an arm back, shove him down and pull him into a passionate kiss.

The squelching sounds fueled the impulses in your mind, tongues dancing with his, and you felt like your orgasm was just a step away.

“Johnny... ahh... I’m cumming!” Your legs trembling due to the bliss, and Johnny just swallowed all your moans down with another deep kiss, and just as his tongue swipe through your bottom lip, the knot in your tummy untied, your muffled scream was drank down by him, and you heard Johnny broke the kiss few seconds after and groan, warm and milky cum staining your inner thighs as his groan lasted long.

Both panting hardly, Johnny hugged you against him with his good arm, your ear abut on his chest, and a warm feeling occupied your chest when you listened to his steady heartbeat.

“Guess we gonna clean ourselves again.” You muttered.

“Ye mad?” A peck landed on your cheek, you saw the sly glints in Johnny's eyes.

“Well, not that I can’t forgive you for this time.”

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marthawrites · 1 year

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The Gift That Keeps Giving

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 3.8k+

Can be read as a one shot but reads best as part 2 to A Gift for the Queen (pls be kind it was the second thing I wrote ♥)

About: You've happily stayed with Daemon and Rhaenyra since her birthday. They have a little game up their sleeve to play with you.

Includes: Explicit sexual content!! *takes a really deep breath* involving typical canon incest, M/F/F content, p in v, female masturbation, pussy slapping, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), forced orgasm, orgasm denial, overstimulation, some degradation, manhandling, crying, adult language, and aftercare. With a sweet ending. WHEW. That's a mouthful. Idk friends there's a lot going on here and if I missed anything I apologize!

Note: Hello lovely reader! I'm not in charge of your imagination, but I write with the implications that Westerosi men go in raw and are uncut. Do with that info however you like. As always, reader is nondescript! Huge shout out to my girl Eliza who is just fucking awesome and I love her. This has been stewing in my brain forever and I finally was able to get it out. It's filthy. Please, enjoy! ♥

While it wasn't home, Dragonstone remained lovely. What made it even more lovely was the attention Rhaenyra bestowed upon you during the early mornings and late into the evenings. The Black Queen, despite (or perhaps in spite of) the neverending amount of responsibilities she had, had an insatiable taste for pleasure.

Her body showed all the signs of motherhood: faded stretch marks, widened hips, heavy breasts, and a soft cushion of fat around her middle. If she was beautiful before, deemed "The Realm's Delight" by her uncle-husband, then she was even more so now. Motherhood fit Rhaenyra. And in turn she was a good mom, too.

You couldn't imagine how she balanced everything on her plate. Being a caring mother, a Queen against an upsurer king, a wife… How?

Daemon and Rhaenyra, like many in their ancestry, could only be sated by the fire of a fellow Targaryen. Twin flames from somewhere deep and ancient in the earth. Together they burned. You were certain it was the passion they shared in their intimate moments that kept them in check; a contained bonfire instead of rampant wildfire.

The Rogue Prince, still standing by what he said the first night you shared with them, had yet to let you have his cock. "Whores aren't deserving of my seed." As much as you savored every second of pleasure with Rhaenyra, you ached for him.

Doing as you were told, you sat in one of their chairs and were allowed to merely watch as Rhaenyra rode her husband until sweat sheened on her skin and her legs shook from exertion. It was torture. Daemon had a beautiful cock. Thick, solid, and forever eager to be wrapped around his wife's needy cunt; seemingly as many times as she'd like. And there you were. Both of your legs draped over the arms of the chair to expose yourself wide open, fingers fucking into yourself at the show, unable to reach the kind of climaxes Rhaenyra experienced. Your fingers were half useless despite their best efforts.

"You're being awfully quiet over here," Daemon crooned, walking over to you once he and his wife were finished. Sweat sheened on him too. "Is your Queen fucking her prince so boring?"

You'd been far from quiet. A blush had taken home in your cheeks and your folds glistened with evidence of orgasm. "Never boring," you breathed in reply, looking up at Daemon from beneath your lashes.

He tutted and swatted your hand away from your center. "You are. Perhaps you need to be reminded just how loud you can get." Bringing two fingers up to your mouth he pushed past your lips until his Targaryen signet squished against the corner of your mouth. He smirked at your eager acceptance. He planted his other hand upon the back of your chair, eyes keen on you.

Were your gag reflex any weaker it would have stuttered around his abrupt intrusion. The shadow of his bulk looming over you caused a whine of anticipation to escape your throat, vibrating around his fingers.

He pulled them out and a lewd little line of spittle broke between your lip and the tip of his finger.

"My prince…," you purred, heart thumping wildly beneath your flushed chest. "I do think I need to be reminded. I haven't had a cock in sooo long… my fingers can only go so far. They are much smaller than you." Unintentionally – or perhaps wholly intentionally – your hips squirmed in a silent beg for any sort of attention he might give you.

Dark amusement swelled his pupils. "Small and pathetic," he said sardonically. "Can you even reach where you're begging to be touched?" With his question he delivered a quick smack to the fullness of your spread cunt.

You yelped, surprised, eyes popping open as a second slap followed. "A-ah!" Your legs closed in an attempt to shield yourself from his touch.

"Play nice with our sweet girl," Rhaenyra chimed from the bed. Amusement laced her words too. "We want her to be eager to play later. Isn't that right, husband?"

Flicking your attention to the marital bed you saw that Rhaenyra didn't look up or anything else – content to lay and relax in bliss for a few moments longer before getting ready for the day.

Daemon sniggered, one big hand easily parting your legs open. You weren't squeezing too hard, merely had your thighs pressed together to keep yourself protected from further taunts. "That's right," he replied to his wife over his shoulder before turning his gaze back to you. “Our favorite, and prettiest, whore.”

The weight of his gaze sent your own pupils swelling. You smiled at his praise. “Always happy to be in service of my Queen. And King.” The Prince Consort liked it when you called him that. He liked it even more when it spilled from your pretty lips in a beg for him to fuck you – a gift he still hadn’t given you. Most, though, he liked it when you and Rhaenyra half whispered it on your knees between sharing his cock.

A third slap was delivered to your cunt and you barely managed to muffle a startled whimper behind a bitten lip. “How quickly do you think you could come on my fingers?” He tilted his head in question, eyes still sharp on yours. In the same motion he squeezed the back of your chair for extra support while pushing two calloused digits into your yearning center. He knew right where to find that delightfully sensitive spot along your walls. He sought it and abused it. And, to make matters all the more lascivious, his thumb worked your clit in tandem. “You won’t get a second chance, girl. If you wish to come, then come. Now.” His pace was brutal. And wonderful. He had no shame when it came to pleasure; the obscenity of the wet slaps from his finger fucking sent you over the edge quickly.

The coil of pleasure in your belly snapped with all the force it had been wired with; a straining haste that left you gasping as if Daemon’s hand were wrapped around your throat. A moment ago you were merely under his gaze. Now, your thighs squeezed his forearm as bliss washed over you in hot waves of desperation. You whined a string of moans so sweet it sent the towering prince to near purrs.

“Say thank you,” he said, pulling his fingers from your clenching depths.

“Thank you, my prince.”

That is how Daemon and Rhaenyra left you for the day. Alone to do as you please; eager for their return. Duty called and kept them away until after sundown.

“Will Daemon not want to be present for this, your Grace?” You were barely able to whisper between heated pants.

Rhaenyra had propped pillows beneath your backside to give herself a better angle to your soaked core. Her arms were looped around your thighs so she could support herself upon her elbows. She was happily face down into you with her ass up and pointed to the door. Slowly, she lapped, and slowly, she sucked, seeming to be more than content to have you as many times as she pleased. Your fingers curled in her soft hair. It was in a single haphazard braid and you didn’t feel guilty for messing it up anymore than it already was.

A playful hum vibrated against your folds. “Even in this room I am still the Queen. If my lord husband isn’t happy with what he sees upon arrival, then, well…,” she paused, thinking. “I suppose he won’t get to play.” She returned her attention to you and your eyes rolled closed at the skill of her mouth.

Just on the edge of your pleasure, right before you were flung into the crest, the door opened and Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder to see who would come in so rudely. The peak she’d been working you towards was gone in an instant. If you were lucky, it wouldn’t take long to reach again.

“Sȳz bantis, ābrazȳrys,” good evening wife, Daemon said softly in High Valyrian – their ancestral language a thing you still couldn’t understand. “Emare kirimves?” having fun He asked with a quirk of brow.

“Kessa,” yes she replied, grinning.

By now the door was latched and locked behind him. “Ȳdra daor ivestragī nyke keligon ao,” don’t let me stop you he said and he stepped further into the room and began to disarm and undress.

Were these two ever not horny? You thought privately to yourself. Almost daily, and sometimes multiple times a day, they coupled. You’d witnessed firsthand their sex life was far from boring – and that’s only what you’ve seen! Surely you hadn’t witnessed all that their passion could bring.

“Ziry's mazilībagon, valzȳrys,” she’s set, husband Rhaenyra said with a glimmer you hadn’t seen in her eyes before. Her attention turned fully to you, then, a smolder behind her vibrancy. “Tonight it’s my turn to watch,” she cooed, delicately kissing your sensitive bud in departure.

A shudder ran through you at the combination of her words and lips. Could she really mean…? Was tonight the night you’d been waiting for since arriving at Dragonstone with the Rogue Prince? Excitement shot through you as Rhaenyra moved from the bed to the chair you normally sat in. Even fully nude she looked like a queen should. Poised. Regal: a glimmer of something mischievous or unhinged – perhaps both – right there behind her eyes.

Daemon, now nude, wordlessly beckoned you over. He stood at the edge of the bed: every burn and scar of his seasoned warriors' body on display in the low light of their room. You obeyed with barely any other thought in your head. The same glint as his wife's shown in his face. You were nothing but a play thing for them. A pretty little bird for them to clip and make sing. If Dragonstone – their room – were your cage, you cared little. Who would ever complain about being in service to the Black Queen and her Prince Consort?

"Kiss it," he said evenly, a bite of sternness behind his tone.

He wasn't yet hard. Even his flaccid manhood made your thighs clench. It was as handsome as the rest of him and you wasted no time in trailing warm kisses along his cock, reveling in the sensation of him growing harder beneath your attention. "Gonna let me have it all for myself tonight?" You asked, pumping along his length with a spit-slick hand. Your kisses were open mouthed and wet, tongue accompanying here and there.

"Be a good little whore and quit teasing. If you want it hard then make it hard. Stop this playing," Daemon sneered down at you, pinching your chin between thumb and forefinger to turn your eyes up to him. "Have you had a good day lazing about like a spoiled cat?" Head tilted with his question, traditional silver tresses catching moonlight. "No thoughts in your pretty head… daydreaming about being bent over and fucked. How does it feel to haven't anything to fret over?" A mock laced his tone – bitterness and amusement alike.

You merely smiled up at him. Taunting. "Boring…," you replied before taking his tip between your lips. He tasted warm and salty. Your head bobbed forward and backward as you worked him up the way you knew he liked it. Musk filled your nose and your core instantly clenched. You wanted nothing more than to have him thrusting in and out of you: claiming you, taking you, using you for his pleasure. And if you were lucky, Rhaenyra would join too.

He laughed dryly. "A spoiled little bitch." He twitched in your mouth. By now his cock was fully hardened and slobbery; your eyes glassy from need and strain. Whether prompted by your words or a wave of lust, he grabbed the sides of your arms, squeezing harshly, and maneuvered you around to his liking.

Before you could put it all together, you were on your hands and knees atop the bed with Daemon looming behind you. His cock seared your skin. You gasped wholly surprised and wanton as you looked up to where Rhaenyra still sat and watched; purple eyes alight with wickedness. "Your Grace…?" You asked, spine bending down tantalizingly to prop your ass firmer against the Rogue Prince. Lust consumed your blood and you gripped the plush bedclothes, cunt throbbing with anticipation.

"It's time for you to have your fun. And for me to have mine," she replied, lips pouting in a smile before flashing her teeth in a delighted expression. In her hand she held a phallic shaped object and you knew exactly what it was. The base portion that was meant to be held sparkled with an array of dazzling cut gemstones. Rubies, sapphires, emeralds. The toy the Black Queen meant to fuck herself with gleamed with enough wealth to buy youself a comfortable new life – and yet for her it was merely another thing. An object to use for pleasure as her husband fucked her sweet little pet. She looked at Daemon with a tilt of her head, her body lax and open for the voyeuristic experience. Whatever was shared between them was private, meant for only husband and wife, and Rhaenyra bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

Daemon’s hands gripped your hips and your heart thumped to a new high. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered how many other women – or men, if the rumors you'd heard of the dragon prince were true – were in this position before. Words couldn't even form on your tongue. All you could manage was a sultry connection with Rhaenyra as your eyes stayed on her. Eager. Excited. Fucking elated.

She began circling her clit right as Daemon lined himself up with you. His tip was swollen with as much need as coursed through you, and he pushed himself into your saturated core.

Immediately your jaw slackened with a lusty gasp. He was so big, and so thick, and so hot, that the air was forced from your lungs. He pushed deeper and your eyelids fluttered, fingers gripping into the smooth quilts. With a final flex of his hips and thighs, he was fully hilted into you.

The weight of his torso fell over your back. "If I were any smaller you'd be loose around me, whore," he hissed by your ear, one big calloused hand palming up the length of your spine until it reached the back of your neck. He held you there, mindful of his finger placement, before dragging his hips backwards.

You barely had time to miss the delirious stretch of him, because when he snapped forward into you, an unrestrained moan shuddered through your form. "O-oh! Yes, Daemon, please…!"

He grunted as his grip tightened around your hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh that padded there. "Was it your Queen who got this cunt so wet? Or was it me?" He asked, the slaps of his pelvis against your asscheeks quickly filling the bedchamber. The natural clench of your body had his already hot blood boiling. The desire to relentlessly pound into you for his own high and pleasure clouded his mind. As much as he'd love to give into that primal part of himself, he wouldn't. There wasn't any fun in that. At least the kind of fun he and Rhaenyra were after.

"Both," you barely managed to say. He'd hardly been fucking you for longer than a few moments and already he had you cockdrunk and ready to drool into their expensive bedding. His pace and pressure hit you at all the right angles. You’d been with Rhaenyra and Daemon exclusively for a couple moons now, and you hadn’t the satisfaction of a cock in that time. The backs of your legs tightened. Your toes curled.

A dark laugh vibrated out from Daemon. "Look at you... already dazed out on my cock. Little slut. You don't get to finish yet," he said with a firm slap to your backside, pulling out and leaving you empty right before climax could wash over you. "Watch your Queen's perfect cunny take her toy." Pulling you by the hair at the back of your head, he turned your attention forward as he slid into you once again. His pace, while still as powerful, was slower this time. His balls slapped against your clit to add another level of obscenity to the lewdness of the night’s event.

The denial of your orgasm seemed to spur Rhaenyra on even more than she already was. The smooth leather wrap of the dildo shone with her slick. Her hips rolled in tandem with her wrist, and both were accented by her pants and whimpers of solo bliss. Pleasure relaxed her face. She grinned at both of you.

Wonderful tension coiled in the pit of your belly. Warm, and tight, and tingling, echoes of it reverberated throughout your entire body and your eyes closed with the sensations. Daemon’s grip hardly laxed, yet you still found the strength to push back against him to meet his thrusts. It was maddening. Beautifully maddening. Something – perhaps nothing – changed in his pace and the embers he’d been stoking threatened to combust. “I’m gon–... fuck, please, my prince… Don’t stop!”

Instantly, he pulled out of you and stopped. The entirety of his length was shiny with your arousal; even the hair of his groin was damp with you. He laughed when you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him with wetted eyelashes. “You should see yourself right now. Pathetic.”

Rhaenyra’s ministrations grew hotter and sloppier, climax seeming to threaten her as well. Unlike you, she didn’t have anyone controlling the reins. The Black Queen gave into her pleasure and allowed orgasm to take her. Panting, shuddering, and glowing, she was lovely in the throes of her peak.

The squelching of her bejeweled toy sent Daemon half-feral. He flipped you over on your back, leering down at you as he squished your thighs flat against your breasts. You were bent in half and each thrust led him to the deepest parts of your cunt. You half screamed behind your hand, jolts of white hot ecstasy webbing throughout your senses as he fucked you. “Cover your mouth again and I’ll fucking smack you,” he huffed between throaty growls, relishing the sight of you and his wife alike. She was fucking herself again, greedy for more.

This had to be part of the game they were playing. The build up of your peak only to be denied at the last second… what a cruel thing to do. Emotion swam in your eyes until they were glassy from unshed tears. “Please let me come!”

Again, he pulled out from you. Again, you glared with a half sob. The muscles of your legs shook and your scalp felt fuzzy. He wasn’t going easy on you and you wondered how long he could do this before he drowned beneath a crest too. Tears pricked from the outsides of your eyes to roll behind your ears. He almost lost it right then and there. “No,” he smirked coldly. Muscles flexed and tightened as he positioned you up on your knees: his front to your back, you facing Rhaenyra, one arm holding you flush to him as the other gripped your hip. “She likes it when you cry. Let’s show her more of those pretty tears, hm?” He rasped by the shell of your ear, pushing into your overly sensitive center.

A sheen of sweat covered Rhaenyra. The fingers of her free hand played with her clit now, too, edging her bliss as long as she could.

Daemon palmed your breasts and squeezed your nipples. His pace was near brutal now; sweat slicked between your bodies through the control and exertion. “Gods… it’s too much! Please, your Grace, my prince…!” You begged through broken moans. Just as your body began shuddering against Daemon’s, he stopped all he was doing and let his cock slip out of your bullied walls. You sobbed fully this time. Tears fell down your face. Desperation washed over you. They were cruel – both of them – never had they strung you along like this.

“Poor sweet little whore. Begging and crying. It should be your Queen you’re begging to. Let’s give her one more orgasm, yeah? Then maybe she’ll let you finish on your prince’s cock.”

As if together, Rhaenyra’s self-driven thrusts matched Daemon’s as he began taking you yet again. You couldn’t think straight. Could hardly keep your blurry eyes open. You cried out whimpered moans of their names and begged through broken syllables. It was too much. All of it was too much. Daemon’s cock felt so fucking good it took everything you could muster to not give in to your body’s primal desires.

Fresh tears clumped your eyelashes. Rhaenyra found her second climax at the sight of them. Her chest heaved with the force of it; soft abdomen rolled with the release. Creamy slick coated her dildo and her actions finally slowed before stopping; core too sensitive to take anymore.

“Come now, girl,” Daemon cooed, fingertips swiping and circling over your clit. You didn’t need to be told twice. Once your orgasm took hold of you, you nearly blacked out with its intensity. Never in your life had you experienced something like this, and if you weren't already teary you would have cried real tears with the release of such a high build up.

Your gripping and convulsing walls were too much for the Rogue Prince, too, and he barely pulled free from your depths to release his seed into the air. Ropes of it landed atop the bedding – white against the dark material – and he groaned like a beast at your back.

You slumped forward, wholly spent, and Daemon carefully moved from behind you. Laying on your belly you looked between Daemon and Rhaenyra, laughing. "Seven Hells… maybe next time there could be a little warning?"

Sweat and sex hung in the air and it took all of you a few moments to gather yourselves from the fervor of shared passion.

"That takes some of the fun out of it though," Rhaenyra answered after a few moments as she walked to you with a clean washcloth. She had a silk robe wrapped loosely around her. She bent to kiss your forehead. "You did very well for us tonight, little dove. If you truly wanted it to stop, you know all you needed was to say something."

"I know," you replied, cleaning yourself up. "Thank you."

"My lord husband wasn't too rough with you, was he?" She asked sincerely.

You laughed again and shook your head. "No, your Grace."

He smirked at your answer, as did Rhaenyra. "Good," she said. "We can all remember that for next time."

The three of you finished cleaning up with light-hearted chatter and soft touches. Afterwards, wine and a late night snack were shared. When sleep finally overcame you, all of you were a tangle of limbs and silk in the big bed.

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