#that's not even just how they treat their own clothes and it lingered! these are boots!
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ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ˎˊ- how they make you feel beautiful
ot13 x reader — some mentions of insecurities
a/n: don’t mind me pushing the taking-pictures-as-a-love-language agenda for wonu, as always
— seungcheol: with gifts
with him, gifts for no particular reason are much more frequent than gifts for a specific occasion. he doesn’t like to come home empty handed and always says you deserve all the pretty things in the world. if he ever buys you a piece of clothing or jewelry, then he’ll be the happiest man on earth every time you wear it, showering you with compliments a little bit more than usual just because he loves spoiling you <3
— jeonghan: with specific compliments
every variation of color in your irises, the micro expressions on your face, the way your laugh slightly varies depending on what’s provoking it: whether it’s something new or not, jeonghan will compliment the slightest details in your appearance or your personality. sometimes he begins with a “did i ever tell you…”, and you know you’re about to hear the sweetest thing ever. like, “did i ever tell you how dreamy you look in that light? i can’t stop looking at you,” and even though he’s just talking about the orange-ish hues of your bedside lamp, you know he’s being 100% honest.
— joshua: by saying it out loud
“you’re the prettiest” while you’re brushing your teeth, “you look so gorgeous” when he’s picking you up in his car, or just your usual “hey beautiful” when you wake up in the morning. he never gets tired of saying it and you never get tired of hearing it. he barely uses your name anymore because he’s so used to calling you ‘beautiful’. the man is so smitten he could spend hours flirting with you, years into the relationship. and it’s even better if you’re easily flustered because he loves how shy you get when you hear those words…
— jun: with cuddles
there’s something about the way his fingers mindlessly trace your silhouette that makes you feel like the most delicate sculpture ever. you could just be cuddling in silence, reading a book or scrolling on your phone, and his hands will gently brush against your skin like they were made to do that and nothing else. sometimes you feel like returning the favor, but although he doesn’t mind it at all, it’ll never come close to how much he loves cherishing you with his cuddles.
— hoshi: by being your #1 hypeman
even though you’re someone that brings hoshi a lot of peace and serenity, your mere existence also gets him very excited for no apparent reason. the way he hypes you up whenever you’re getting ready to go out together is similar to the way people cheer for their favorite sports team. he’s celebrating two things: you being absolutely gorgeous, and him being lucky enough to be your partner. “honestly, if i saw you walking down the street without being the one dating you… i think i’d start crying.”
— wonwoo: by taking pictures
it’s not just him taking pictures that makes you feel beautiful, it’s the way he treats his photographs as if they’re the most precious things he owns. he regularly makes sure that they’re synchronized on his personal icloud account in case he ever loses them (it’s very serious to him). but also, he keeps a picture of you on his desk, in his wallet, as his phone wallpaper… and everyone thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever. the guys tried to tease him for it at first, but they quickly gave up because even they had to admit it’s an adorable way to express his love for you.
— woozi: with meaningful looks
it’s a rare occurrence to catch woozi in the act of being incredibly down bad for you. but it sometimes happens when you notice him looking at you with heart-shaped eyes and a smile tugging at his lips. you could be sitting on the other side of a room and his gaze would still find you in a second, lingering for a few seconds just to appreciate your beauty. he said so himself actually, when you asked him why he was looking at you so frequently. “everyone likes looking at beautiful things,” he replied very naturally, not picking up on the squeal you had to hold back.
— dokyeom: by talking about you
“y/n would love that”. “this would look amazing on y/n”. “oh look, y/n just sent me a pic!”. it’s a daily occurrence, and everyone knows they just have to deal with it. some boyfriends might try to gatekeep their partner: that’s not dokyeom’s case at all. in fact, people better be complimenting you in front of him! to be honest, he was talking about you non-stop before you guys even started dating, which is why you barely had to introduce yourself to his friends. you’re one of his proudest accomplishments and he wants the whole world to know about you!!
— mingyu: with kisses
there’s nothing like being kissed by mingyu to feel a sudden boost of self-confidence. his hands gently cupping your cheeks, the way he looks at you in between kisses and the growing smile in his eyes and on his lips… everything in his behavior seems tailor-made to make you feel like a vision of heaven. it doesn’t always have to be kisses on your lips tho, sometimes it’s on the back of your hand, on your shoulder or on your temple. but no matter where his lips touch your skin, they always convey just how much he cherishes you and every inch of your body.
— minghao: by drawing you
no other representation of yourself makes you feel as self-confident as minghao’s drawings of you. at first you were a bit taken aback by the feeling of seeing yourself through someone else’s perspective in such a raw way. but you got used to it pretty quickly, mostly because of how often minghao uses you as a reference. when you take a closer look at them, you realize his drawings are filled with details that not only depict your looks, but also traits of your personality. slowly but surely, you start to believe in the beauty he consistently finds in you, and that’s enough to let him know he’s doing a perfect job.
— seungkwan: by complimenting your insecurities
he doesn’t do it that often because he doesn’t want it to be the only thing he compliments you on. but seungkwan is very attentive to the way you perceive yourself so he will guess your insecurities even if you don’t talk about them out loud. therefore, he’ll find subtle ways to compliment them without making it too obvious. sometimes it’s not even out loud, it might just be by gently brushing against a body part you’re not confident in, or hyping you up in an outfit that doesn’t hide your insecurity. no matter how he does it, it always comes with such kindness and love that you have no choice but to feel a bit prettier than you did seconds ago.
— vernon: by paying attention
it sounds silly but it’s true. vernon pays attention to everything, from the colors you look most confident in, to what kind of compliments seem to work best on you. and later on, he’s able to adapt his behavior accordingly, to make you feel as good as possible in any situation. “you always know exactly what say, i don’t know how you do it,” you once told him, almost teary from how sweet he was being. “well, the fact that you strongly underestimate how beautiful you are is an insanely good motivation,” he replied, gently wiping the tears under your lash line.
— dino: by showing you off
he considers you the rarest gem of all, so yes of course he will show you off to whoever’s near! he’s the type of boyfriend that will enter a room before you just because he wants to do jazz hands for your entry. and he has such a smug look on his face when you two are out together, it’s like he’s in a permanent state of pride just because you’re holding hands in public. and although he’s not huge on pda, he has no problem complimenting you out loud in front of other people, and you find yourself on his instagram stories on a regular basis, which makes your self-esteem go up a notch every single time.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#scoups x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#jun x reader#hoshi x reader#wonwoo x reader#woozi x reader#dokyeom x reader#mingyu x reader#seungkwan x reader#minghao x reader#vernon x reader#dino x reader#seungcheol x reader
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hi! i just remembered a scene from friends where chandler says to monica it's ok she's high maintenance cause he likes maintaining her and i think this is soooo spencer and bombshell!reader coded. you're ok with writing this as a request? love u jadey
ty (ily)!! fem!reader
Spencer’s feet ache dully with each step he takes, but you have your hand in his, and you’re pulling him along with a smile. Your smile could cure anything, he thinks stupidly. It’s completely outside of his beliefs, goes against every book on medicine he’s ever read.
“Why are you frowning?” you ask, swinging his hand as you turn the corner together.
“I’m not.”
You step closer, arm stuck to his arm, nearly one body walking together against the summer breeze. “You’re frowning, Spence. You have a very obvious pout. It is so so cute.” You lean in to kiss him quickly, his heart turning to a pitter-patter under his ribs.
“I’m tired,” he explains, not wanting you to think his bad mood has anything to do with you.
“You’ve had a long day, that’s why. When we get back to your place I’ll give you an incredible foot massage and everything will be okay again.”
“I don’t want a foot massage. My feet don’t even hurt,” he lies.
“Don’t bother.” You untangle your fingers from his and wave him away. “I know all your tells, baby boy,” —he laughs through a wrinkled nose— “nothing gets past me.”
“Why’d you choose a dry cleaners so far from your apartment?” he asks. You could’ve picked the one beside work, which has a yellow pages worth of fantastic reviews. The one second closest to his place is new but raved about at length. This dry cleaners is nearly twenty-five blocks away.
“They do things exactly how I like it, I guess. I never have to worry about it when I give them my best clothes, and it’s kind of expensive if they were to accidentally ruin something, right?” You have expensive taste; you like things sturdy, fitted, and fashionable.
“Do you think I should get someone to do my laundry?” he asks.
“You can afford it. But maybe not. There’s nothing wrong with your own washing machine and a steamer.” You side eye him carefully. “Maybe I’m over the top.”
“You’re high maintenance,” he agrees. “Is it expensive, getting your clothes dry cleaned all the time? I could pay for that.”
“What? Why would you pay for it?”
“‘Cos we’re together?” He’s more worried than dry about it. “I’d like to pay for your manicures and your hair, too, but I didn’t think you’d let me.”
“And I won’t… s’kind of nice you want to though. Really nice, um.” You’re blinking funny. “I think that’s more of a husband thing. You really want to pay for me to get manicures?”
Spencer pays for lots of your stuff because he loves you. Good food mostly, but treats, clothes, anything he might think you’re interested in, actually. He likes to spoil you. You tend to spoil him back, if not with money then affection. “I like maintaining you.”
You curl your arm through his. “That’s a funny way to say it.”
He laughs at your obvious delight. “I like taking care of you,” he admits. “You like being high maintenance, it makes you happy, and I like making you happy.”
“Thank you very much,” you say, softer now as your hand works up his neck and you turn his face to you, the sidewalk and the streetlines melting away under your warm touch. “You make me happier than you know.”
His cheeks turn pink. He doesn’t need to see himself to confirm. It’s a high statistical probability.
“Kiss?” you ask, voice still soft.
Spencer walks you back nearer to the side of a building and out of the way, his hands at your neck and waist as he leans down just a touch to close your gap. He acts selfishly, perhaps, taking your hand from his face in order to hold yours in both of his without anything in the way of it. He kisses, he breathes you in, his head tilting more heavily to the side as the kiss lengthens, lingers. You’re like a flower in his hand, blooming slowly under the effects of a little heat.
“What if you pay for my dry cleaning,” you begin, a smile evident in your voice though Spencer keeps his eyes closed. Tracing the hill of your cheek with his fingers just a moment longer. “And I pay for yours?”
Spencer thumbs along your jaw. “I don’t want anything from you, just you.”
“Well, what if I treat us to some Indian takeout tonight?” you ask. “Would you eat that? Or am I enough to sustain you, my love?”
He could enjoy being taken care of in turn, he thinks.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction
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today's inexplicable secondhand clothing packaging award goes go the *men's boots* I just received, shipped absolutely bare in a too-big single layer cardboard box... and reeking of laundry detergent
#like please pick just one annoying packaging gender stereotype!#I'm all for simplicity and I feel sort bad whenever I get something lovingly wrapped in colorful tissue paper with a note etc#but like... crumpled up newspaper or a plastic bag presumably sir please something just a bit#but to ALSO get the soaked in detergent smell? How??#and on boots???#that's not even just how they treat their own clothes and it lingered! these are boots!#I can only assume they were in a pile with other for-sale clothes but like#is there a person out there who both doesn't package things and also douses clothes in floral ick?#either their own or they're somehow invested enough in reselling to be selling their presumably wife's stuff...#but to not yet have gotten very basic memos about wise packing?#anyway this is all just confusion I'm pretty enthused about the boots#and if I and time conquered cigar reek I've no doubt this silliness will also go away#but seriously. shoes. men's shoes. If anything ought to be safe from perfumed detergent
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poison paradise.
pairing: theodore nott x reader.
song inspiration: toxic by omido.
author's note: smutty unhinged theo won the poll. here’s your silly little treat. this came to me in a dream proving that even my subconscious isn't safe from theodore. this is pure filth, but ya'll already know that that's what i do best 🤪
The taste of cherry chapstick lingered on your tongue as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Lost in euphoria, you cried out just as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, dragging you to the depths of sensual self-indulgence.
Back arching off the bed. Fingers gripping the sheets. Moans echoing off the walls.
This was hedonism at its finest.
The heady scent of sweat, skin, and sex permeated in the air long after your orgasm passed, inducing you into a foggy haze as you scrambled to anchor yourself back to the present. Between your legs, your girlfriend lifted her head up with a pleased smirk and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips.
The kiss tasted like cum and cherries, a sweet and intoxicating combination that sent your head spinning. Hannah hummed, her pretty doe eyes focused on you while your own fluttered open.
“Babe, I’ve really got to get to practice now,” she whispered softly. “I’m late enough as it is.”
You chuckled, twirling a strand of her red hair between your fingers. “Whose fault is that? You’re the one who dragged me in here, love.”
Hannah grinned sheepishly as she pulled your red and gold skirt down. “Can you blame me? I can’t control myself when you’re strutting about in your cheer uniform.”
“Then go out there and give me something to cheer about, babe. I expect a win against Slytherin tomorrow.”
“If Potter doesn’t kill me first for being late,” she said with a final kiss to your cheek. “See you after practice?”
You nodded as you tossed her jersey over. “I’ll be here.”
After taking a much needed shower, you sat in front of the vanity and blasted music as you diligently adhered to your skincare routine. The best thing about having a girlfriend was that you shared everything. Since dating Hannah, your makeup, clothes, and shoe options doubled overnight.
As you combed through your hair, a sudden knock at the door caught your attention. You figured it was just a courtesy from Hannah’s roommate. Merlin knows that the poor witch had walked in on you and your girlfriend in countless compromising positions.
Tightening the scarlet robe around your waist, you sauntered over to the door, fully expecting Emma to greet you from the other side. Instead, a looming figure eclipsed the doorway. You were surprised to find none other than Theodore Nott staring back at you.
While you two weren’t exactly the best of friends given the rivalry between your houses, you and Theo were civil. You sat beside each other in Herbology and occasionally shared a laugh every time you caught him muttering sarcastic remarks under his breath about the ridiculous bloody plants that Professor Sprout had you wrangling during class.
“Well, what do we have here?” you teased, cocking your head at the dead eyed Slytherin. “A serpent in the lion’s den? What brings you behind enemy lines, Theo?”
Theo smiled back in response, shuffling a bit and allowing a glimpse of the wine bottle and bouquet of roses cradled in his arms. “Waiting for my girlfriend to leave so I can set this up for our anniversary.”
You grinned. “Oh, how romantic!” You had always been a sucker for cheesy gestures. It was the hopeless romantic in you. “Come in, then.”
To his credit, Theo kept his eyes firmly on your face as you ushered him inside the room. Taking the hint, you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom and changed into something a little less revealing than your silk robe. When you came out, Theo was sprinkling rose petals on the bed.
“Those are gorgeous,” you fawned over the flowers. “You’re definitely getting laid tonight.”
Theo smirked in response as he set the vintage wine bottle into a fancy crystal ice bucket. “That’s the plan.”
Slipping into your fuzzy slippers, you cocked your head at the arrangement. “Wait. I think you set it up on the wrong side. Emma’s bed is over there.”
Theo nodded absentmindedly. “Yeah, I know. This is for Hannah.”
Whatever warm, fuzzy feeling his sweet gesture invoked suddenly soured at the mention of your girlfriend’s name. “What do you mean it’s for Hannah?”
“Hannah,” Theo repeated slowly. “As in, my girlfriend, Hannah.”
The words hit you like the Hogwarts Express. Surely, Theo was mistaken. He had to be. That was the only explanation. “This can’t be right. I’m sure I heard you wrong. You can’t be dating Hannah.”
The confusion in your face was mirrored in Theo’s features. “And why is that?”
“Because I’m dating Hannah.”
Theo stared at you. You stared back. The room fell silent as the declaration hung heavy in the air.
“Wait,” he backtracked, furrowing his brows. “What? That’s not possible.”
“We’ve been dating since term started.”
“We’ve been dating since summer,” Theo countered. Disbelief dawned over his handsome features. “This is for our three month anniversary.”
Desperate to make sense of the situation, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your photo album. It didn’t take long to find a recent picture of you and Hannah. “See?” you said, pointing at the screen. “This is us sharing a hot fudge sundae in Hogsmeade just last weekend.”
Theo’s mouth gaped open as he pulled out his phone in response, scrolling through his pictures just as you had done moments ago. “This is us swimming in the lake last July.”
The photo of your girlfriend smiling up at the camera while Theo’s arms wrapped around her bikini clad body made your stomach plummet. The confirmation left a bitter taste on your tongue. There was no reason for Theo to be making this up, which left only one possible conclusion. Hannah was dating both of you. At the same time.
You pursed your lips. “Hannah played us both.”
Theo looked about as dejected as you felt. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize it,” he muttered to himself.
“All that tension between you during the quidditch match,” you recalled. The lingering looks that Hannah and Theo shared during last month’s scrimmage flashed before your very eyes. In hindsight, it was obvious that there was more to it than rivalry.
“You know, I think I saw her kiss you on the cheek in the halls once, but she said that the two of you were just really close.”
“Oh, we are,” you said rather bitterly. “She’s kissed a lot more than my cheeks. Gods, how could I have been so stupid?”
“You’re not stupid,” Theo said softly. “How could we have known? Outside of Herbology, the two of us don’t really interact. We’re in different houses and our social circles rarely overlap. If you think about it, it’s actually the perfect plan.”
“Yes, bravo to our girlfriend for being the cleverest fucking liar in the castle.” You winced at the title. "Correction, ex-girlfriend."
Nott nodded in agreement. "Definitely ex-girlfriend."
"What a bloody mess."
Theo rubbed his temples. “Well, fuck.” The sentiment of total and utter confusion was one you knew all too well. “I am way too sober for this.”
Without a word, he swiped the bottle of wine from the crystal bucket and popped it open. You stared at him with slight bewilderment, which he responded to with a nonchalant shrug. “What? It’s not like I’m going to drink this with Hannah now after I found out that she’s been lying to me for three whole months.”
While Theo was taking the perfectly understandable approach of getting absolutely pissed off his arse, you weren’t willing to take the hit so easily. You were angry. Correction, you were fucking livid. Seething in the heat of your fury, you snatched the wine bottle from Theo’s grasp and chugged a good amount.
“That’s a vintage from my family’s vineyard. You’re supposed to sip slowly to really appreciate the flavor—“ Theo grimaced as you leveled him with a glare. “Or drown yourself in it. That’s fine, too.”
You swayed on your feet as you gestured dramatically. “I can’t believe she cheated on me!”
Who the fuck did Hannah think she was? You didn’t need this bullshit. She was the one who chased after you. Before she pursued you, you were perfectly fine ruling this school under your thumb, flashing pretty smiles and innocent doe eyed looks to the unsuspecting masses. You were head cheerleader, for fuck’s sake! You could’ve had your pick of boys and girls in this whole bloody castle. Even worse, Hannah dragged Theo into this too. While the Slytherins certainly had a reputation, he seemed sweet if not a little sardonic and cynical at times.
”I can’t believe she cheated on you.” You added, surveying the now tainted roses and wine. Indignation weighed heavily on every word. You and Theo were both hot as fuck and a complete catch. Neither of you deserved this. “We can’t let her get away with this.”
Theo sighed in response, taking the bottle from you and drinking a decent amount before wiping his wine stained lips with the back of his hand. “If I’m being honest, this isn’t the first time a relationship has imploded on me. Usually, it’s my fault. But I can’t say I’ve ever gotten cheated on. My ego’s taken a little bit of a blow, but what can we do? She fooled us both.”
“What can we do?” You repeated incredulously. “Obviously, you haven’t dealt with a Gryffindor’s wrath before. This is a matter of pride, Theo. She hit us where it hurts the most. I say we hit her back.”
Theo blanched, his watercolor eyes glazed from the alcohol. The wine was no joke. You never would’ve known it from the smooth taste, but this shit was strong. “As upset as I am, I hardly think violence is the answer. My mum told me to never raise a hand against a lady and I don’t intend on breaking that promise. No matter how angry I may be.”
For the first time in that fucked up night, you managed a laugh. Something about that was so endearing to you. “Relax, Nott. I don’t mean we hurt her physically. That’s not really my style. I have a much more effective way to enact revenge.” Your lips curled into a smile as Theo hung onto every word. “We’re going to wage psychological warfare on our ex-girlfriend, Theo.”
“I’ll confess I’m a little bit scared,” Theo declared as he gulped down the last of the wine. “And a little bit turned on. Guess that says a lot about me, huh?”
You smirked as you retrieved the wine bottle and gingerly set it on the nightstand. Theo glanced up at you curiously, anticipation evident on his handsome face. “What exactly is the plan, dolcezza?”
Whether it was the alcohol or your anger, a devious plan started forming as you looked over your ex-girlfriend’s now ex-boyfriend. “Hannah comes back from practice in an hour,” you stated, toying with the neck of the bottle. “She’s expecting to find me in bed waiting for her.”
Mischief danced in Theo’s eyes. Up close, you could see flecks of green swimming in his blue irises. Those mesmerizing eyes—the very same ones that had the entire castle weak in the knees—locked on yours. Now that you were single through no fault of your own, you had no reason not to ogle Theo and ogle you did. Your gaze flickered over his lean physique, examining his solid chest and broad shoulders before snagging on the sliver of skin that revealed the hard abdominal muscles beneath his light grey shirt as he stretched. A cocky smirk graced his handsome face when he caught you looking.
Merlin, he was fucking pretty.
How had you not noticed that before? Oh, right. You were too busy being a good girlfriend. Well, fuck that.
“Oh?” He murmured, his gaze flickering over you.
Though you changed into a baggy shirt and cotton shorts, you might as well have been naked with the way Theo was looking at you. His dead eyed stare burned holes into your skin and a shiver crawled up your spine as he gravitated closer.
“And she will,” you said with a smirk, closing the gap between you. “You’ll just be in it with me.”
“Oh,” Theo hummed salaciously.
“Wouldn’t wanna waste those pretty roses you got, do we?”
The low rasp of your voice seemed to entrance Theo as he shook his head, appearing dazed as you pulled him in by the front of his shirt. “No, no at all. We should…” The nervous bob of his Adam’s apple sent a thrill through your body. “We should definitely make use of them.”
With a grin, you led him towards the bed. Theo walked backwards, his eyes never leaving yours even as he landed on the mattress. The golden glow of the lamp kissed his sharp cheekbones, its warm hue coloring the slope of his nose, which were smattered with moles and freckles, before emphasizing his wine stained lips. The red roses fluttered around him as the bed dipped, soft petals tickling his skin as he settled against the headboard.
Theo felt like he was under a spell as you crawled over him. He couldn’t tell whether he was dizzy from the wine or if it was just the effect you had on him, but either way, he wasn’t complaining. There were worse things to suffer from than a pretty witch straddling his lap.
Instinctively, Theo gripped your waist while you settled over him. The sight of you leaning over him, your face mere inches away from his felt like a fever dream. One that he had no desire of waking up from.
“I thought you liked girls,” Theo whispered softly as your lips brushed over his. Teasing, taunting, tasting. Fuck, what he would give to have you devour him whole.
“I do,” you replied, tickling his cheek with a rose petal. Theo shivered as the low rasp of your voice pulled him in. “But I like boys too. Especially pretty ones like you.”
Theo couldn’t help but blush. Obviously, he was aware that he was attractive, but he’d never been called pretty before. He was surprised to find that he really fucking liked it.
“Don’t flatter me, dolcezza. Not unless you plan on following through.”
“I’ve never been with a Slytherin before,” you whispered huskily. “Tell me, Theo. Will you sink your teeth into me tonight?”
A part of him pondered the slightly fucked up situation that Theo managed to get himself into tonight. Was he really about to fuck his ex-girlfriend’s ex-girlfriend in her own bed? Yes. Did he feel an ounce of guilt over what he was about to do? No.
Honestly, fuck Hannah. But more importantly, Theo needed to focus on fucking you.
“Fuck yes.”
When you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, it was over. There wasn’t a single trace of self control in him as he kissed back, his mouth hot and eager against yours. The infamous Gryffindor boldness didn’t disappoint as you moaned into his mouth, your fingers threading through his silky brown waves before tugging in a way that made Theo weak in the knees. As he parted your lips with his tongue, you grinded against him and laughed seductively when he whimpered in response.
“Yeah?” you purred as you rolled your hips. “You like that, pretty boy?”
“Bloody fucking hell,” Theo groaned before he kissed you again, rougher this time.
There was something satisfying about the way he grabbed you, his big hands guiding you to grind over him, providing a delicious friction between your clothed sex. Theo was hard and throbbing underneath you. By the feel of him, you knew you were in for a ride. The sheer size of him was going to absolutely destroy you.
You pulled away and a glistening trail of spit extended between you as a result of your sloppy make out. Theo panted as you tugged at the hem of his shirt, keeping your eyes trained on him while you licked a path down his abdomen. He watched hungrily as you grazed your teeth over his hard muscles, flicking your tongue expertly while he shuddered underneath you.
“I can see why Hannah went for you,” you hummed against his tan skin. “You’re hot as fuck. Your abs are unreal and your happy trail,” Theo groaned as you pressed soft kisses along his torso. “It leads to something delicious, doesn’t it?”
“Fuck, bella. You’re killing me,” Theo groaned as he fisted your hair in one hand. The whimper that slipped past his lips as you palmed his cock was utterly shameless. “You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth, Y/N.”
“Yeah? Shut me up, then.”
His head lolled back against the headboard as you released his cock from his boxers, stroking purposefully and savoring the filthy moans that echoed against the walls. Those pretty eyes of his were nearly black with lust as he looked down at you, biting his lip while your tongue swirled over the head of his cock. Licking up his precum, you smirked before fully wrapping your lips around him.
Theo tugged at your hair and bucked against your mouth as you sucked, licked, and pumped every inch of his thick, hard cock. You knew you were good, but the desperation in Theo’s voice all but confirmed it.
“Dio mio, right there. Fuck, you’re perfect. Your throat was made to be fucked. You can take it, bella. Choke on my cock, just like that.”
You gagged as he hit the back of your throat. Sucking dick had never been your favorite, but sucking Theo’s dick was something else. He looked so pretty with his waves plastered to his forehead, rosy cheeks flushed as he fucked your face with a dominance that had you growing wetter by the second. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you choked on his cock, but it was worth every second to hear Theo moan your name.
“Fuck, Y/N,” hissed Theo after a particularly rough thrust. You could tell he was close by the way his body seized underneath you, but you weren’t done with him yet. You wanted more and so did he. “So fucking close, but I don’t want to come yet. I need…Fuck, I need more.”
You released him with a pop, but kept stroking him with your right hand. “Use your words, pretty boy.”
“I want to feel you,” Theo whined. “I need to feel your pussy clenching around my cock, principessa. I need you so fucking bad. I’d get on my knees to be inside of you. Please.”
“You sound so pretty when you beg,” you said as you kissed his temple. “Who am I to refuse?”
Theo watched as you shuffled above him, barely breathing as you slipped out of your clothes. When you threw your shirt off, Theo cursed to find you completely bare before him. He cupped your tits, flicking his thumb over your nipples before wrapping his lips around them. You could tell he was eager to please and that alone was a huge fucking turn on. It was rare to find a man who cared about pleasure beyond his own, which is why you usually preferred women. Theodore Nott seemed to be the exception.
With rapt attention, Theo helped you lower down onto his length. He kept his eyes on you as you adjusted, gasping when your walls stretched to accommodate his size.
“You know, I thought the rumors about you were exaggerated,” you groaned as you sank lower. “But I’ve never been so glad to be wrong.”
Theo smirked as he nibbled at your earlobe. “What kind of rumors, dolcezza?”
“That you had a huge dick,” you responded, sounding slightly winded once Theo was finally fully sheathed inside of you. “And that you fuck like a—“ You moaned when Theo shifted his hips to rut into you. He was so big that the minuscule movement felt like you were being split apart.
“That I fuck like what, bella?”
Never one to be outdone, you tugged at his hair and grinded against him. “That you fuck like an absolute demon.”
“Yeah?” He drawled, sliding in and out of you with a cocky smirk. “Well, you’re no angel either, Y/N.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Theo.”
The sight of you bouncing on his cock and riding the fuck out of him was almost too much. Theo was mesmerized as you used him to get off, head thrown back as you placed your hands on either side of his legs before bending in an angle that he wasn’t even sure was possible for a human to contort to.
Damn, he should’ve fucked a cheerleader sooner. He should’ve fucked you sooner.
“I guess you’re not the only one who listened to the rumors. They said you were flexible, but goddamn, this is something else. You’re something else, Y/N.”
“Oh fuck, Theo,” you keened as you gripped the sheets. “You’re so big. It feels so fucking good, baby.”
“I like the way you moan my name,” he said. “Gods, I could’ve had this all along. Why was I even wasting my time with Hannah? Sei una fottuta dea.”
“I have no idea what you just said,'' you panted, picking up the pace. Your legs ached from the effort, but it felt too good to stop. “But I’m soaked now.”
“I said,” Theo grunted as he fucked up into you and tugged your hair back. “You’re a fucking goddess, Y/N.”
When he rubbed circles on your clit, you absolutely lost it. The room spiraled around you as you came hard, creaming Theo from tip to base. He pulled out suddenly, making you whine at the loss of contact until he replaced his cock with his mouth. Theo flattened his tongue, licking up along your soaked folds. His nose brushed against your already sensitive clit and you cried out as he lapped you up like a man starved.
“Can’t take anymore,” you whined, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you pushed against Theo’s broad shoulders. “It’s too much. I’m so sensitive.”
Theo gripped your ankles and spread your legs wider. “Where’s that Gryffindor bravery, bella?” He chuckled, tracing circles on the inside of your thighs. His mouth glistened with your cum and rose petals stuck to his skin as he looked up at you. “Surely you can take more. We barely just started. I want you drenched in tears. Shaking, crying, and moaning my name. Right now, you’re not even close.”
He sucked on your clit and you swore to Godric your eyes rolled back so hard that you saw heaven. Theo was determined to drive you to the brink of insanity. “I know you want it, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
“Oh gods,” you cried out as he filled you with two fingers. It wasn’t as much of a stretch as his cock, but the way he curled them inside of you, touching that sensitive spongy spot within your walls made you whimper all the same. “Fuck, yes, gods. I want it. I want you, Theo.”
A satisfied smile graced his handsome face before Theo flipped you over, pressing you headfirst into the pillows as he feasted on your pussy from behind. There wasn’t a single thought in your head as he unraveled you with his tongue and fingers. It was a deadly combination that had you on the edge quicker than you thought possible.
“Turn around, principessa,” Theo cooed. “Come ride my face.”
For Godric’s fucking sake. The man was absolutely insatiable. You liked to think that you had excellent stamina. Most of the time your partners struggled to keep up with your pace, but Theo was seriously challenging that. You didn’t know if you could come three times in a row without passing out, but tonight was as good as any to find out.
Theo rewarded you with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss before positioning your thighs on either side of his head. You held onto the headboard above him. Part of it was for balance, but mostly to keep yourself from collapsing all together. You felt so overstimulated that the line between pleasure and pain was blurring by the minute, but still, neither one of you had any plans of stopping.
At this point, you actually couldn’t give less of a fuck about revenge. Hannah had long become a thing of the past. It seemed ironic that you and your ex-girlfriend were in this exact position mere hours ago yet you couldn’t even recall anything past the Slytherin fucking you with his tongue.
“Theo, oh my fucking gods,” you cried out as you grinded against his mouth. “Right there. Yes, that’s it. So good.” Theo squeezed your thighs in response, which elicited a hoarse laugh out of you. “You like when I praise you, pretty boy?”
Theo hummed against your clit and squeezed your ass in confirmation. “You’re so pretty when you’re eating my pussy,” you cooed, brushing his wavy locks back. “But you’re even prettier when you’re fucking me.”
That seemed to be all the encouragement Theo needed. Before you knew it, your back was against the mattress as he hiked your legs over your shoulder. Theo slipped in easily, thanks to the juices coating both his tongue and cock now that he was filling you up again.
“How’s the view now, principessa?” Theo asked with a cocky smirk.
You bit your lip as he pounded into you, holding your gaze with every sharp thrust. His tanned skin glistened with sweat and his muscles flexed while he buried himself inside of you again and again, watching you take all of him with rapt attention. His balls slapped against your ass every time his hips snapped to yours, drilling so deep that you struggled for words.
“The best in the castle,” you quipped back, putting on a serene smile as Theo grunted and fucked any and every coherent thought right out of you.
Neither one of you noticed the door opening nor the sound of the broom hitting the floor. You were too busy staring into Theo’s pretty eyes to care.
He turned your head towards the door, but didn’t stop fucking you as Hannah watched with her mouth hung wide open. Theo made sure that your ex-girlfriend had a clear view of the money shot as he claimed you with his mouth, moaning your name against your lips as he came with a loud cry. He filled you to the brim and you could feel him leaking out of you and onto the sheets as your eyes rolled back.
Theo collapsed on top of you, sweaty and sinful. As you lay boneless and blissed out of your mind, you couldn’t quite believe that you’d just fucked your ex-girlfriend’s ex boyfriend. In her own bed, nonetheless. If that wasn’t poetic justice, you didn’t know what was. Merlin, you hadn’t gotten shagged like that in—well, ever. The Slytherin really knew how to slither in. You lifted your head to find Theo already looking at you. When you made eye contact, the two of you burst into laughter.
Your ex-girlfriend, on the other hand, was not as amused. “What the fuck!” Hannah screamed.
Her shrill voice brought you out of the post haze aftermath of your earth shattering orgasm. Completely unbothered, you stretched lazily and waved your fingers at Hannah. Theo smirked as he tugged his sweatpants back on, but opted to remain shirtless as he pulled his oversized shirt over your head like a proper gentleman. You were grateful, since you had absolutely no desire to walk around in your ex-girlfriend’s clothes. Plus, it didn’t hurt that Theo looked absolutely delicious from the afterglow.
You bit your lip, already thinking of all the ways you’d like to have him. Again and again. As often as possible.
With a little smile, you met Theo’s gaze. It was clear that neither of you had any intention of calling it an early night. You had a feeling that you had a lot of sleepless nights ahead of you. Theo looked like he wanted to tear you apart and you were more than willing to let him. “My dorm?”
“Whatever you say, dolcezza,” Theo said as he slipped his fingers through yours. “You could lead me off the astronomy tower and I’d follow.”
Theo didn’t bother looking at Hannah as the two of you passed her. You, on the other hand, couldn’t pass up the chance to get the last word in.
“By the way, we’re breaking up with you. Have fun cleaning up the mess.”
Theo chuckled darkly as he tugged you out into the hallway, smacking your arse as the two of you raced back to your dorm. Behind you, your long forgotten ex-girlfriend gaped as she watched her ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend walk away hand in hand.
#yes i know this is unhinged but i dreamt it so now you all have to deal#theo nott#theo nott x reader#theo nott x you#theo nott x y/n#theo nott smut#theo nott imagine#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theodore nott#theodore nott smut#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott imagine
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hold me across every state line
joel miller x reader | 3.7k words
part 2 here
cw: 18+ MINORS DNI, age gap (obviously let’s be real), AFAB reader, fingering, slight pervy joel, pet names, multiple orgasms, choking, oral fem receiving, lingerie, porn with some plot, non-canon compliant, joel has feelings <3
you had been traveling with joel and ellie ever since philadelphia and as hard as you and joel had tried to ignore whatever was going on between you two, he couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on you. you all arrive at jackson and feel like you can relax for a bit. it all comes to a head when you were changing and he caught a glimpse of fucking lingerie. joel miller feels like a teenage boy all over again just because of you.
a/n: def gotta a lil carried away, what can i say joel miller makes me FERAL. also beta version sorry i wrote this in a daze
it had been a month since you joined joel and ellie, you had grown fond of them both. your younger sister was ellie’s age before you lost her a couple years after the outbreak, it felt healing talking to her. ellie, in a lot of ways, was similar to you. unfortunately for joel that meant a lot more worrying than he admitted to. although he’d never admit it, he was quite fond of you and you were downright gone for the older man. it wasn’t like you had been single since the outbreak or before, but something about joel made your heart beat faster than ever and brought a smile to your face just from a mere thought about the grumpy man.
but you never labeled your feelings and neither did he, you both operated under a need to keep each other and ellie safe and that was it. ellie wasn’t dumb, she could see what was happening between you two. she also knew it was only a matter of time before you both gave in to whatever you were feeling. for now you three just acted out of survival instinct and that was enough. weeks morphed into months and winter was cruel to you three. you spent nights in joel’s arms, you both attributed it to feeling safer that way and for warmth of course. you never missed how sometimes you could feel his heart against your back, beating just as fast as your own. or when you would wake up before him and the sun shone down on his face, his expression would be relaxed and you could dream for a while about him looking at you like that. you hoped one day joel would let the pain he carried on his shoulders be lifted by ellie or even you.
when you all made it to jackson and joel reunited with his brother you felt like you could finally breathe again. although your body was always primed to fight and run, you couldn’t help but relax as maria treated you like a friend. she was kinder than anyone you had met since the outbreak, it all felt too good to be true. your suspicions were shared with joel and ellie. the three couldn’t relax even in the small condo tommy had given to you. maria had whisked ellie away to socialize with the other kids, saying how it would be good for her and far be it from you and joel to argue with her about it.
that left you and joel in a warm house with power and gas, feeling very out of place. the house had two rooms with two en-suite bathrooms, so naturally you and joel decided to share. joel was lying down on the bed, not fully asleep as he stared up at the ceiling planning the next steps in head. he had showered and changed into the clothes maria had dropped off, feeling like a new man. his mind raced at the possibilities of how to get ellie to the fireflies. you had spoke earlier about staying a little bit longer and collecting more information before setting out. he had disagreed, wanting to leave as soon as possible but you convinced him to stay, it would be better for ellie and especially him to spend more time with his brother and others. you also didn’t mind how relaxed joel looked when he was with his brother.
you were just getting out of the shower as you reached for a towel, drying off as you looked at the underwear maria had given you. you had blushed when you first saw it, clearly she thought you and joel were much more than friends after just a few minutes of interacting with her. you weren’t really sure why you decided to wear the lacy black panties and matching bra instead of the more sensible set, but maybe it was something about how maria had raised her eyebrow when you tried giving back the lingerie. you insisted it was nothing like that, but she had simply said, “are you sure because i think everyone else is?” instead of answering her you just snatched the clothes out of her hands and stalked back to the condo. you thought back about how you and joel interacted in front of her when you met.
“joel, say congrats.” ellie nudged joel in the elbow as you sat on the other side of him, making him move into your side slightly. joel looked to for you some sort of permission, you just nodded with a comforting smile on your face. you wanted him to know it was okay to be happy for his brother, that his brother still loved him and that his new life could have his big brother in it. joel’s hand that had been on your leg the entire dinner, squeezed your thigh in gratitude and as always you tried to swallow down the desire it shot through you. maybe you weren’t as successful as you thought in hiding the blush to you face, maybe maria had caught onto where his hand was and the reason behind your tinted cheeks.
you sighed and tried to shove the thoughts out of your mind, as you slightly opened the bathroom door and peeked through to see joel lying down with his eyes closed, a hand resting on his forehead, further obstructing his view. you took the chance to tiptoe to the closet and pick out some clothes to change into. unbeknownst to you joel had cracked his eyes upon the small creak of the floorboard and felt the air leaving his lungs at the sight of you.
joel had seen your body before, when rain made clothes cling to your skin or when you dipped into a clean river. but nothing compared to seeing your bare skin adorned in lacy black lingerie, a suggestion of fabric covered your ass and your breasts were pushed up as if to further torture him. joel felt all of his blood rush south and his heart beat pick up, he hated himself for silently peaking at you but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. he thought he was going a little bit insane when he watched you pull up a pair of jeans over your curves, jumping a little as they hugged your ass. his pants grew tight, his erection straining against the denim.
joel was on the precipice of losing his mind as you wrapped your arms around your chest and hugged yourself, your boobs pushing up and threatening his mental stability. joel had had enough at this point, his dick hard and heavy in his pants, aching to be touched. he sat up, making you flinch and wrap your arms around yourself tighter, not helping him much as you turned towards.
“how long does it take to choose a shirt sweetheart? do you need my help?” his voice was gruff and deep, you shivered at his tone noticing a clip to his voice. your heartbeat picked up as you raked over his expression, he looked more frustrated than anything else. and you didn’t miss how his eyes flicked between your chest and your eyes. it was now or never. you knew looking into brown eyes they were darkened by something you would see in your own.
“can you help me, please?” joel raised an eyebrow at your tone, like you were sure of yourself but still needed him. if joel were more confident in himself he would know that you were just as desperate for him as he was for you but he knew you could do better. you could definitely find someone younger and more suited for you. despite the rational part of his brain that knew better, he got off the bed and walked towards you. he didn’t stop until his chest was almost brushing against yours and he was towering over you. there was a slight flush to your lips and your breathing was fast enough to draw his attention to the rise and fall of your chest. he still let himself read into it, didn’t let himself dwell on the glossy look in your eyes or the way your lips were parted as if to take him in.
looking away from your gaze for a moment, joel pulled out a plain red t-shirt from the closet, meeting your gaze once again. you didn’t move to take it from his hands, just watched him expectantly and joel almost snapped the hanger in half from the hold he had on it. you wanted him to dress you. joel wasn’t sure if you were doing this to torture him or not but he sure as hell felt more desperate than he ever had. the last time he was this painfully hard from barely any stimulation was probably high school. he took your challenge instead, pulling the shirt off the hanger and flinging it to the side, he gently pulled the opening over your head, motioning for your hands to uncross and you followed quietly. you were practically drowning in the sensuality of being controlled by joel, exactly how you wanted. you had soaked through the thin fabric of your underwear as you gasped at the feeling of joel’s warm calloused hands against the soft skin of your arms. he pulled the shirt over your chest and you watched his darkened eyes travel over your body, his jaw clenching as he took in your curves.
“thank you.” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the air around you both. joel looked you up and down, as if assessing his work. he licked his lips as he remembered the sight from earlier, he felt himself leaking into his boxers, even more turned on from your small gasps and glazed eyes. you looked like a doe awaiting his shot, it drove him a little bit crazier. as much as you wanted to sink to you knees and take him into your mouth you wanted him to make the first move, wanted him to be as sure as you were that this wasn’t just one-sided. joel took one last look at your blown out pupils and glossy lips and decided that enough was enough, he had to make a decision right now.
“not sure about those pants though, doll.” your eyebrows knitted up from confusion, you looked down at them and back up at him. joel was endeared by the naivety in your expression, making good use of your confusion by looping a finger through the belt notch of your jeans and tugging you closer.
“i’d rather they were off.” he could see the words click in your pretty little head as the confusion was replaced by the desire he knew so well. you didn’t look away from his hungry gaze as you fumbled to undo the brass button of your pants. joel’s finger that was still curled into the notch, moved to cover your hand.
“let me, pretty girl.” you had to hold back a whine from his words, his gruff voice coupled with the pet name was grating against your sensibility, your underwear a complete mess from his words and presence alone. you were sure you would unravel if he touched you where you really needed him. joel undid your buckle with two fingers and pulled your pants down in one swift movement, causing you to yelp. he didn’t move as he watched you shiver from desire, he could almost laugh at how desperate you were. had you always been so gone for him? it wasn’t like he was much better though.
“j-joel please.” you choked out, you would do anything for him to touch you. you were on the verge of crying as he grinned at the pout on your lips.
“please what?” he stepped back, making a whine claw up your throat, you stepped towards without thinking.
“i need you.” joel nodded at the words, it wasn’t news to anyone, he needed you just as badly.
“come here.” joel moved to the bed, you followed obediently. when you sat down at the edge of the bed he pulled you by the hips, roughly moving you to lie down with your head on the pillows. he shifted himself to sit in front of your legs and your eyes widened as you realized what was about to happen. his rough large hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs, he took in the sight of your bare thighs and pretty cunt covered in lacy black material.
“did you wear these for me?” his hands were traveling up, parting your legs as they moved inwards. you loaned, back arching as you felt callouses rub your sensitive inner thighs. joel moved to sit down more comfortably, letting his thick thighs stretch you even more. he kept his hand on your left thigh, keeping you stretched wide. his other hand moved closer to your core, stopping when you didn’t answer his question.
“yes only for you.” you whined out, you had never sounded more desperate and foreign to yourself but you didn’t care you were completely lost to your desire. joel liked your answer, letting his hand tease the edge of your underwear, you twitched from his touch. he couldn’t help but scoff at how sensitive you were. he ripped a cry of his name from you when he pushed the fabric aside revealing glistening folds and a pool of liquid. he swore under his breath, wondering just how long you had been soaking through your underwear, sure enough he felt the fabric wet from your juices. joel wanted to deal this memory away, he knew he’d remember it any time his cock was in his hand. you squirmed from his gaze, whining for him to touch you, to do anything. joel snapped the band of your underwear against your skin, making you shut up.
“so fucking wet, is that all for me too?” joel didn’t think he could survive much longer without tasting you, moving to lay down between your thighs, you noticed immediately and it made you breath a little more rapidly.
“you drive me crazy joel, it’s always because of you, i’m yours.” you sat up on your elbows, looking at how his face was now hovering your hips. your words itched the part of joel’s brain that wanted you to be all his. he wasn’t proud of it but he wanted you to be his forever. without much warning, joel weaved his arms under your thighs and pulled you forwards, your cunt colliding with his nose. the small friction of his large nose against your clit made you moan out his name again. joel thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, he loved how his name sounded coming out of your mouth. he wanted you to own it, wanted his name to be yours, he felt more possessive of you than ever. he rubbed his nose against your clit, breathing in the sweet smell of you, his lips and nose getting a bit wet just from your underwear. he kissed your cunt, ripping a strangled noise from your throat and he decided he wanted much more of those sounds as he pulled your underwear down, finally letting himself give in to his need to taste you. you were practically screaming his name as the cool air hit your clit.
joel didn’t waste time in spreading your legs wider and making them ache from the stretch, pulling your ass slightly into the air as he planted his lips right onto your core. his tongue licked one stripe from your clit down to where your arousal pooled. you tasted like peaches and heaven, and joel pulled you impossibly closer, he could barely breathe through his nose but it didn’t matter not when you tasted like everything he’d ever wanted and your ichor was painted on the back of his teeth. as much as he drank you in, the more you bloomed for him. you were squirming and screaming his name, begging for him to stop or keep going you weren’t sure. you could only think of his name, only feel him and only breathe him. his mustache and beard grated against your most sensitive parts, making you clench around him. joel’s tongue was inside you drinking you in like you were water and he was stuck in the desert for days. the sounds his mouth produced were obscene and they did nothing but drive you closer to your orgasm. you were rocking on his tongue, never having felt this good before. as you got closer, joel pulled out, his tongue still on your hole as his nose ground your clit. you cried at the feeling, fingers interweaving with his hair and tugging him against you. joel got the idea and brought his hand up to tease your clit as he went back to feasting on you. you felt yourself grow close, pulling his face against you, as you whined out his name. you came undone on his tongue, twitching into his mouth and joel drank in the wave of arousal it produced, never being satiated enough. finally when you were too sensitive for his tongue you tugged on his hair. joel removed his mouth with a pop and a string of your cum and his saliva connected him to you. his beard and mustache were glistening with your ichor and you felt arousal wash over you all over again, you still wanted to taste him, wanted his lips against yours and so you wove your hands around his neck and sat up to meet him halfway. joel climbed up, you wove your legs around his hips. joel’s lips were rough against you, but they tasted like you and you moaned into his lips. joel kissed you fervently as if he had not just tasted you, like it wasn’t enough and his facial hair rubbed against your skin. your cum was coating both of your faces by the time you pulled back for air. joel put more of his weight against you and you felt his clothed hard on press against your core, making you whine and grab at his shirt to pull him closer. “joel please, want you inside.”
just from what you felt pressed against you, you knew he was big and you salivated at the feeling. you were getting wet just thinking about having him inside you. joel watched your fucked out expression and puffy lips and decided against his urge to fuck you even dumber. he told himself he had time, you weren’t like the others, this was different you wouldn’t just disappear.
“next time, doll, can you come for me again?” you nodded, tears welling in your eyes as desire mixed with your need to be close to him. joel moved off of you, drawing a whimper from you, he interwove his fingers with yours, calming your nerves and you sighed contently. joel didn’t know how you could be so damn endearing and seductive at the same time. with his free hand he pushed you up the bed by your hip, until you were sitting up with your back against the bed-frame. he found his home between your legs, spreading one with his hand the other still holding yours. he used his knee to press against the inner flesh of your thigh, pinning it there and stretching you wide open. you whined at the feeling, although he was the one between your thighs you felt caged in. he was towering over your frame as your back pressed against the cold metal frame. finally when the whine left your mouth, he let go of your hand moving it south as he looked you in the eyes. his hand teased the seam of your cunt, he chuckled at the feeling of you so wet all over again. there was a bead of arousal at your opening, ready for him to please you all over again. he couldn’t get enough of you. without any warning he pressed two fingers into you, plunging them deep and feeling you clench around them. Your breath came out in a huff as you looked up to him with desperation in his eyes. joel curled his fingers facing his palm upwards as he felt for the spot that made you unravel and when he did you struggled against his grasp and pushed against his knee to close on his hands. you gasped out his name and joel laughed at the tears forming in your eyes. he plunged into your soaking cunt again and again. setting a brutal pace and just when you felt close enough he slowed down, he shut up your babbling with a harsh kiss to your mouth. it was teeth and tongues clashing against each other, but the desire and desperation you felt was reciprocated in the way he kissed you. you kissed until your lungs screamed for air and when you were about to pull away, joel plunged three fingers into, you gasped into his mouth. pulling away as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and joel littered your neck with kisses and bites. he marked you as he wanted, made sure everyone knew who you belonged to. you were gushing around his fingers, he added a fourth finger and you screamed his name. if the blooming marks on your neck weren’t enough, the whole community would hear your screams. you started begging when he abused the spot that made your mind go blank, all you could feel was intense burning desire and all you could say was “please joel.” like it was a prayer.
your prayers were answered when his thumb ground against your clit and you came on his hand. you slumped forward, joel catching you as he moved his hand from your thigh and brought his soaked fingers up to his mouth. he wanted to memorize your taste, licking his fingers clean before pressing a kiss to your lips. you let him kiss you, you were spent now and your mind numb from pleasure. joel helped you lay down and cleaned you up as much as he could, he put your underwear in his pocket, he had to deal with his hard-on after you fell asleep. joel combed his fingers through your hair, as you relaxed into the bed. you fell asleep breathing in the scent of his shampoo on the pillow-sheet and the feeling on his fingertips scraping your scalp.
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Behold my labor of love: Astarion SMUT.
This idea came to me after writing my last fic Something Imagined / Something Real. I wanted to backtrack and reimagine Astarion and Tav's first night together after the tiefling party.
If smut is not your thing, no worries! You can scroll down to the first set of asterisks (***) to avoid reading those parts. You don't miss much at all plot-wise.
This is my first time ever writing smut. Please be kind. And I hope you enjoy!
EDIT: This is a flashback fic! Part 2 is Something Imagined / Something Real. And subsequent vignettes to come!
I Want It To Be You
Rating: Mature/NSFW
Pairing: Astarion x f!Tav
Word Count: 5.2K
Warnings: Detailed description of consensual sex, Tav's first time having sex, descriptions and references to Astarion's trauma/trauma responses, description of panic attack/anxiety, minor Act 1 and Act 2 spoilers, FLUFF, angst
“Are you absolutely certain about this? About… me?”
If she weren’t already lying naked in his arms, she would have shed her clothes for him for that response alone. He wasn’t treating her like some oddity. And he was honoring her decision. It was more than anything Tav had dared hope for.
Her eyes welled with tears that threatened to fall. She laughed, suddenly elated, before nodding her head vigorously.
“I’m sure, Astarion,” she confirmed. “I want this to be with you.”
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TWO WEEKS AGO
THE NIGHT OF THE TIEFLING PARTY
Let’s wait until things quiet down. Once the others are asleep, we’ll find each other.
Astarion’s parting words replayed over and over again in her head as she padded quietly through the woods, away from the campsite. From the comfort and familiarity of the party. They hadn’t agreed on a meeting place, but Tav assumed his heightened senses would locate her soon enough. She was grateful for the extra moments to herself. Her stomach was knotted from nerves and anticipation for what the night might bring.
She hadn’t told him that she was a virgin. He probably deserved to know, she realized that, but she hadn’t wanted him to change his mind just because he’d be taking something no one else had before. It was her choice, her body to give, she reasoned to herself. Whether for the first time or the hundredth time, it shouldn’t matter. Right?
Her past experiences certainly influenced her reticence. Divulging that particular information about herself had resulted in people immediately halting romantic pursuits with her, or leering at her like she was some sort of top-shelf prize they were about to take home. She didn’t want to know if, or where, Astarion might land on that spectrum. Didn’t think her heart could take either reaction from him. Besides, she’d read enough of those dirty romance tomes and scrolls throughout her life (for educational purposes, of course, she justified to herself) to have a general understanding of what happens during sex. Surely she could bluff her way through this. Right?
She wanted to please him. Wanted him to want her as much as she wanted him. It was no secret that Astarion had quickly become her favorite companion in this unlikely band of heroes she was traveling with. He was absolutely gorgeous, of course, but the longer she lingered around him, the less that seemed to matter. He was funny, in a devilish sort of way. Intelligent and cunning. Perceptive. And, while it was obvious that it unsettled the rest of the group, she genuinely appreciated how he prioritized his own self before bending over backwards to help someone else. Secretly, she wished she could emulate that a bit more in her own life, but years and years of people pleasing to win what scraps of affection she could was a hard habit to break.
Clearly she was no closer to doing so, as there she stood. In the middle of a forest. Preparing for a midnight tryst with a person she had just met but grown to genuinely care for. And she wasn’t even sure that he would, or wanted to, return her sentiments.
“There you are. I’ve been waiting.”
Astarion’s voice broke the mundane quiet of the forest that had lulled her into such ruminations. She turned toward the direction she had heard him speak and marveled at the sight of him slipping gracefully between the trees, moving ever slowly toward her.
He had removed his shirt and was clad only in his leather breeches and boots. His alabaster skin practically glowed in the silvery light of the moon. He was the most beautiful person Tav thought she had ever laid eyes on, and it wasn’t only because she could now see the taut, sinewy muscles of his abdomen. He was perfectly fit in an elegant sort of way. Not like Halsin, with large bulging biceps, thick torso and sturdy legs. No, Astarion was like a leopard. Lithe, agile, regal even. And his face. Gods, the poets and painters could opine for centuries on his beautiful face without ever growing weary.
“Is that so?” Tav called out in reply, walking to close the distance between them. By her estimate, she sounded much braver than she felt. Good.
Astarion nodded, raising one hand to cup her cheek. “Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you,” he finished, the pad of his thumb grazing sensually across her lower lip.
“You don’t have me yet,” she whispered teasingly, although both of them were clearly aware of how she had shivered when he touched her. How her head bowed into his touch, like a lovesick little thing.
“Don’t I?” he smirked. “You’re here. And I don’t think you want to talk.” He stepped closer, completely absolving them both of any personal space. His free hand came to rest along the curve of her waist.
“I think you want to be known. To be tasted.” He purred, lowering his head so that his lips ghosted the shell of her ear while he spoke.
Tav was thankful for the steadiness of his hands on her. His insinuations alone were quickly rendering her a quaking mess. But she didn’t want to be a selfish lover, and so she collected herself enough to pose a question in return.
“What do you want, Astarion?” she asked, bringing a hand to rest softly against his chest, over his heart.
She noted the way his brows drew down briefly, seeming almost confused by her question. But as quick as it came, the expression vanished, replaced by something much more confident. More assertive.
“What do any of us want?” he breathed. “Pleasure. Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy.”
Gently, so very gently, he began to trail hot, open-mouth kisses down the column of her neck. Tav’s breath caught audibly in her throat, and Astarion hummed in approval at her response.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?,” he murmured into the crook of her neck. “To lose yourself in me?”
It was fast becoming difficult for her to string two thoughts together. Astarion touching her like this sent shockwaves throughout her body. That curious heat she’d only known from touching herself began to kindle low in her belly. She clenched her thighs together subconsciously, trying to sate that feeling the fire was stirring up inside her. Astarion noticed her squirming, to his immense satisfaction.
“Well?” he coaxed in between kisses across her collarbone. His prompting reminded Tav that she had yet to answer his question, so lost was she in the feeling of his cool lips against her rapidly warming skin.
“I want to be with you. Share this night with you,” she answered honestly, unable to spare enough brain capacity to consider whether or not it was a good idea to be so forthcoming.
“Such a charitable little thing,” he chuckled. “How could I deny you?”
And then his mouth captured hers. It was a searing, passionate kiss. A kiss that promised so much more pleasure to come. One that Tav had never known before, despite having partaken in her fair share of kisses over the years. But this kiss? This was the kiss of time-fated lovers. And Tav was desperate to match Astarion’s pace, desperate to feel more, more, more.
She moaned as he ran his tongue lightly against the seam of her lips, granting him entry to fully sweep in and plunder her mouth proper. Her fingers carded through his silvery blonde curls, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. He groaned in response, the sound vibrating in her mouth.
She finally was forced to break their kiss after a few moments, hungrily gulping in air to alleviate her starving lungs. Astarion moved to ravage her neck once more, licking and sucking the soft delicate skin there. He gripped her ass possessively as he did so, walking her backwards until he was pressing her into the nearest tree.
He lifted a knee to knock her legs apart before raising it higher to press into the juncture of her thighs. He delighted at how Tav immediately parted her legs for him, how she moaned from the pressure, how she subconsciously began grinding against him.
“Look at you, you naughty thing” he crooned in her ear. “Riding my leg for some relief?”
Primal behavior called out, a scarlet blush immediately bloomed on Tav’s neck and cheeks. It only goaded Astarion further.
“Go on then, darling. Rut against me. But I’m getting these lovely tits free first,” he whispered.
He began undoing the laces on the front of her corset. Tav watched his progress, entranced by the gracefulness of his long, slender fingers. She was nearly trembling with anticipation. Once finished, she helped him extract her from the offending garment and allowed him to lift her chemise up, over her head, so that she was fully bare from the waist up. The cool night air turned her skin to gooseflesh, her nipples hardening.
The sensation roused her lust-addled brain enough to realize just how vulnerable she was, standing there half-naked before him. She’d never been so exposed to another person before. Her fingers fluttered as she fought the sudden bout of nerves that insisted she cover her breasts from view.
“Don’t you dare,” Astarion growled, plainly reading the self-conscious expression on her face. “I’ve been dying to see these for days now,” he continued, cupping one full breast and flicking her nipple lightly with his thumb.
It sent a pulse thrumming directly to her core, and Tav moaned openly at the sensation. She could feel her simple linen breeches were completely drenched, was certain she was also dampening Astarion’s leg as she continued to grind against him.
Astarion chuckled, clearly pleased by her reaction.
“So responsive,” he whispered before lowering his mouth to latch onto her breast. He sucked lightly, while his hand continued its assault on the other. She fisted his hair in one hand, kissing the top of his head lovingly while he worked her into a frenzy.
Tav felt like she was quickly losing any ability to maintain balance. Her body was aching, whining, for more. She wanted to be laid out on the ground, wanted him to press her into the soft earth, taking everything.
“Astarion, please,” she panted, pulling at his curls. He groaned in response, releasing her nipple from his mouth.
“Please what, pet?” he teased, kissing and licking up her sternum.
“I need… more,” she whined, bucking against his leg.
He huffed a laugh before sweeping her up in one smooth motion and lowering her to the soft grass beneath their feet.
He began to loosen the fastenings of her breeches with a practiced ease. Tav watched, breathless, as he slid the fabric down her thighs, his mouth following with indolent, open-mouthed kisses. Each touch of his lips on her heated skin left her skin tingling, her hips canting slightly into the open air.
Finally bare before him, she watched as Astarion surveyed her from where she lay beneath him. In nearly all respects, he looked primed and ready to ravage her. His nostrils flared, detecting the heady scent of her arousal. His chest rose and fell with shallow, ragged breaths. For the first time, she took note of the considerable erection straining against the leathers he still wore.
After a moment, he came down to lie beside her, pulling her onto her side so that her chest was pressed flush against his. He trailed a hand down her side, over the rise and fall of her curves, until he reached her thigh. He hiked her leg onto his hip.
But something was off. Amid her clouded thoughts, Tav thought she could sense it, even if she couldn’t precisely put a finger on it. Perhaps it was the look in his eyes? Or the perfect nature of his behavior? He seemed almost too practiced, too formulaic. Like an actor who’s rehearsed their lines to the point that the words have lost their meaning. He was there with her, but somehow he wasn’t, at the same time.
“Are you all right?” Tav asked in a hushed voice, lifting a hand to cup his neck. She rubbed soothing circles with her thumb across his jawline.
“I’m more than all right, darling,” he replied with a smirk, squeezing her ass lightly.
“You seem like… you’re not wholly present,” she explained.
“It’s difficult to decide what I’d like to do to you first,” he reasoned, sidestepping her unspoken question. “I’m torn between tasting you with my tongue, or fucking you with my fingers,” he smirked.
Before she could respond, his fingers took an experimental swipe between her folds. She gasped at the feeling, her hips bucking against him. She watched, speechless, as he lifted that hand to suck the wetness from his fingers. Her wetness. In his mouth.
He groaned in approval. “Mmm. You’re pure sweetness, darling.”
All thoughts eddied from her mind. A singular, primal focus took over, and she suddenly clutched at Astarion’s neck with newfound ferocity.
He seemed to know exactly how his behavior had affected her, if his impish grin was anything to go by. He lowered his hand to swipe against her once again, his fingers stopping to circle that sensitive bud at the apex of her thighs. Tav jerked in response, but Astarion had been prepared for it. He used his other arm to brace against her back, locking her in place against him.
As she writhed against his hand, he repositioned himself to insert a finger inside her. She was deliciously warm and soaking wet. Soft, like velvet. His thumb continued to circle her clit, eliciting a long, low moan from Tav. Embarrassed, she attempted to muffle her voice by ducking her face into his chest.
He chuckled again. “That’s it, sweet one. Let me hear you,” he goaded her. Her moans pitched higher in response.
After a few moments of pistoning in and out of her, he inserted a second finger. But despite how drenched she was, he met considerable resistance, to his surprise. He stilled his fingers in response, uncertain.
It took a moment for Tav to register that Astarion had stopped moving inside her. Caught somewhere between discomfort and satisfaction, the increased sense of fullness his two fingers brought was strange but not altogether unwelcome. She exhaled, but it came out as more of a hiss than a sigh. After a moment of stillness, she raised her head to look at him.
“What is it?” she questioned..
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Astarion murmured.
Tav flushed. He’d realized, despite her best efforts to cover up that truth. Absently, she wondered what had given her away.
She said nothing at first, just studied him. He didn’t seem angry. But then again, she had quickly learned that Astarion was very skilled at masking his true feelings.
“No. I haven’t,” she admitted.
At her reply, he gently removed his fingers from inside her. He moved his hand to clutch her hip instead.
She sighed, rolling onto her back, gazing up at the stars. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”
Silence. It felt deafening in her ears. But then –
“I’m a bad choice, darling,” he replied, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly over her hip bone. She failed to see the sad smile that graced his mouth. “A terrible choice, really. For your first time.”
“It’s my decision,” she retorted, lolling her head to the side so she could look him straight in the eyes. “I want it to be you, Astarion. But if this is going to be a… problem for you, or become some ordeal where you feel guilty or weirdly triumphant, then we can just–”
“It’s not a problem for me. It’s your decision,” he affirmed softly, interrupting the beginning of her tirade. Some unknown emotion flitted across his features. He schooled his expression before she could really identify it.
“But I have to ask,” he continued, studying her seriously. “Are you absolutely certain about this? About… me?”
If she weren’t already lying naked in his arms, she would have shed her clothes for him for that response alone. He wasn’t treating her like some oddity. And he was honoring her decision. It was more than anything Tav had dared hope for.
Her eyes welled with tears that threatened to fall. She laughed, suddenly elated, before nodding her head vigorously.
“I’m sure, Astarion,” she confirmed. “I want this to be with you.”
His eyes softened, obviously touched by her response. It was the first time tonight, she realized, that he had appeared vulnerable to her. He was staring at her as though he were seeing her for the first time. Like he couldn’t believe that the woman between his arms was real.
Without another word, he captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue swept in her mouth at the same time he inserted his fingers again, tasting her gasp of pleasure. His thumb began circling her clit once more, and Tav was powerless to silence her moans.
“Good. So good, sweet girl,” he whispered in her ear after a few moments. “You’re so close.”
She let loose a whine, squeezing her eyes shut as she chased that ever-nearing precipice inside her. Astarion’s voice in her ear only pushed her that much closer.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he urged, and she felt her orgasm rip through her at his words. Stars collided behind her eyes as she tumbled from that cliff of pleasure, Astarion holding her and whispering soft praises as she floated back down to earth.
Eventually her eyes fluttered open to see Astarion smiling openly at her. She felt her lips stretch up to return his grin.
“That was… incredible,” she breathed.
He huffed a soft laugh. “I’m not nearly finished with you. Unless you’d like to sto–”
“No,” Tav blurted, a little too loudly, interrupting him. “No. I want more. Please. Show me.”
“Of course, darling” Astarion promised, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. He gently released her and stood, beginning to remove his own clothing. Tav watched him brazenly, drinking in the sight of him.
She moaned softly as he removed his breeches, his impressive length springing free. He remained still, allowing her to take in the sight of him fully naked before her. Curious, she sat up and lifted a hand to wrap around him. She marveled at the way he felt. Like velvet-wrapped steel. She gave a tentative stroke, thrilling as he groaned in response. She stroked him again, harder, intent on learning how to give him as much pleasure as he’d already given her.
But he stayed her wrist with a gentle touch of his hand. She paused, looking up at him, confused.
“As exquisite as teaching you how to stroke me would be,” he explained in a sultry voice, “I’m much more interested in teaching you something else tonight.”
Tav nodded mutely, lying back once more. She opened her legs for him to return to her. Astarion smiled, lowering himself on top of her. He braced his forearms on either side of her head, one hand absently combing through her hair. His hips fit perfectly in the cradle of her thighs, and she moaned as she felt him gently nudge against her entrance.
“This is going to hurt at first,” he explained in a hushed whisper. She nodded, her breathing a bit uneven in anticipation of what would come next.
“But then it will stop. You’ll stretch around me. And then it will feel good,” he continued.
She nodded again, trying to remain focused on his words. But the primal part of her mind was warring against her. And it was winning. She subconsciously bucked her hips into him, marveling as she felt him slip between her folds just slightly. He hissed at the sensation, clenching his jaw.
“Greedy little thing,” he chastised teasingly. “All right, enough talking. But you will tell me if you need to stop, yes?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I promise.”
“Good girl,” he purred.
And then slowly, gently, he sheathed himself fully inside her with a groan.
Tav gasped in response. It was unlike any feeling she had ever felt before. Astarion had been right; it was painful at first. A pinching sensation. A mind-bending feeling of fullness. But then, but then, the feeling was phenomenal. She felt her walls stretch to accommodate him, felt herself clench around him, accepting him in his entirety.
Astarion’s head dropped to the crook of her neck. His whole body trembled, as if it was taking all his restraint to remain still so she could grow accustomed to him.
She canted her hips into him a bit, testing the waters. He groaned again in response, and she released a breathy chuckle.
He raised his head at the sound, peering down at her. “You little minx,” he breathed. “You have no idea what you’ve started.”
She thrilled at his words, crying out in ecstasy as he began to thrust in and out of her. The pace he set was addicting; the rhythm had her pushing her hips up to meet him, her legs locked around his back to pull him closer.
“You’re taking me so, so well, darling,” Astarion grunted, ratcheting up his pace. “You’re so tight. So. Perfectly. Fucking. Tight.”
His words were a fuel to her flame. She cried out his name again and again as he continued to rut into her, reveling in the feeling of him claiming her completely and totally. She was lost to the sensations, adrift in the fullness of Astarion inside her.
Finally, or perhaps all too soon, she felt his pace begin to grow more erratic. His hips lost their rhythmic pumping. His groans grew louder. Sensing his release was close, Tav clutched him tighter, digging her heels in his back to pull him closer, clenching around his length inside her.
“Yes, yes, FUCK,” he barked all at once, and her eyes rolled back into her head as he slammed himself to the hilt inside of her one final time. She could feel his release spilling inside her.
Lost for words, she simply held Astarion as he half-collapsed on top of her, one arm still braced on the ground beside her head. Listless, euphoric, and utterly at peace, Tav raised one arm to gently caress his back, listening to his erratic breaths slow. Distantly, she noted the raised, rough sensation of scars on his upper back, but she was too consumed by their mutual pleasure to give it a further thought.
Eventually, Astarion slipped out of her. He lowered himself to lie down beside her, curling one arm around her waist.
Tav closed her eyes and curled into his side, suddenly overcome with drowsiness. “Thank you, Astarion” she whispered faintly.
“For what, my darling?” he crooned, tucking an errant curl behind her ear.
“For making my first time so wonderful,” she replied.
She was asleep before he could think of a sufficient response.
***
The panic was a monstrous thing. Clawing at his chest, its vice-like grip squeezing his lungs until inhaling felt like breathing through a reed. He could barely think. Barely move. Barely registered the lovely woman still sleeping peacefully beside him.
The part of his brain that wasn’t frozen in fear chastised himself for behaving this way. He had taken plenty of virgins before. In fact, he had sought them out specifically. They were a much easier prey. They became attached to him so quickly, attributed so much more meaning to their first bout of lovemaking than perhaps more… seasoned individuals.
He should have been elated. She was obviously besotted with him. His plan to ensure her loyalty was moving forward without a hitch. So then why was he feeling so horrible?
He turned to observe Tav. So close to him and yet so far away. Swept into that blissful sleep that continued to elude him. He watched her chest rise and fall with deep, steady breaths. Watched her eyelids twitch as her mind made its way through some dream. She was so very vulnerable in this position. And so very trusting. Of him, of all people.
Astarion didn’t like many people. But he had developed a fondness for Tav, despite the short period of time they had known one another. She treated him like a person, not a monster. Not like the others in their party. She seemed to accept him for who he was, cynicism and vanity and all. He couldn’t remember ever knowing someone as kind to him as she was. She was… incredible.
And then it struck him. He was developing… something… for her. Feelings? Affection? The sentiments were so foreign to him, he didn’t even know what to call it.
But the realization caused panic to clutch him even tighter. No. He couldn’t feel this way. He wouldn’t.
This thing with Tav was purely transactional. It had to be. There was no other viable option. She had needed to feel something with someone. He had needed to secure an ally. That was all.
That is all this is, he thought, quashing the weak sentimental part of his mind.
And come morning, he resolved he would make certain that that was all this was for her as well.
***
Tav woke to the sound of birds chirping, high in the trees above her. The early morning sunlight filtered in through the forest, dappling her skin and warming her in the places that it touched. Opening her eyes, she spied Astarion, already dressed and standing a few paces in front of her.
His back was facing her, his face lifted toward the sun. She noted how he held his arms outstretched by his sides, palms facing up as though he were trying to collect all the sunlight pouring into their little grove. Despite his preternatural sense of hearing, he didn’t seem to be aware that she’d awoken, so lost was he in his enjoyment of the sun’s rays.
Tav’s heart nearly swelled to bursting as she watched him. Before all of this, he hadn’t felt the sunlight on his skin in over 200 years. Now, he was reveling in it. His joy was such an innocent, pure thing.
How many times had Tav taken the sun warming her skin for granted? Probably all of her life, she supposed. To see someone so appreciative of something so utterly mundane to her… well, it was a sobering reminder to acknowledge those little pleasures in life, especially the ones that seemed so constant to her.
She also took the time to study the strange pattern of scars on his back. She had felt some of the rough ridges last night, as she clutched him closer while he spilled himself inside her. But she hadn’t realized just how intricate and intentional the markings were. The sight of them sparked a rage inside her. Whoever the monster was who’d done this to him, they deserved to pay a price worse than death.
Someday soon, she swore she would ask him about those markings. But not today. Not right now. Not in the aftermath of spending such a wonderful night together. No, the only thing she wanted for them both today was to revel in post-coital bliss.
Not wishing to startle him, Tav intentionally laid back to stretch out her blissfully sore muscles, rustling the grass and fallen leaves around her. She threw in a halfhearted yawn for good measure. Secretly, she hoped he would return to her, take her again in this quiet forest, beneath the warmth of the sun.
“You sleep light,” Astarion chuckled, half-turning to speak to her but not meeting her gaze. “I thought you’d be exhausted after last night.”
Tav hesitated at his tone. It wasn’t cold per se, but he sounded much more guarded than he had been last night. Perhaps she was just being extra sensitive in light of what they had shared, she reasoned.
“Did you enjoy it?” she asked hesitantly. She watched his back, waiting for a reply. “It felt like… you weren’t truly there…” she added, after a beat of silence.
“I was… holding back a little, it’s true,” he finally responded. “I didn’t want to lose control. Delicious as you were… I didn’t want to go too far.”
“Oh, I see,” Tav replied, a bit dismayed. “I’m sorry you felt that way.”
Astarion turned and gave her a trademark smirk. “Think nothing of it, darling. Now,” he intoned, clapping his hands together. “Shall we get on? We’ve wasted enough time already.”
The words were like a lance to her heart.
“I… I didn’t consider it a waste,” she murmured, trying with some difficulty to hide her hurt.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Astarion huffed. “I just meant I’d like to break camp and get out of here before those tieflings drag us into another one of their messes.”
“Sure, of course,” Tav nodded, smiling up at him, though it came across as more of a grimace. Then she broke eye contact, bending over under the guise of collecting her discarded clothing. Really, she didn’t think she could look at him a moment longer without crying.
“I still need to dress,” she said, attempting a casual sort of air. “You go ahead without me.”
She sensed rather than saw Astarion hesitate at her suggestion.
“Are you sure? We’re a fair walk from camp. I can spare a few moments and wait.”
“Positive,” she replied with false cheer. “Go on ahead. The last thing either of us need is the party jeering at us if we’d return together.”
“Fair point,” Astarion conceded. “All right. Then… I’ll see you, back at camp.” Then he was walking away, back toward the direction of their fellow party members.
Tav waited until she could no longer hear his footsteps before she let loose a quiet sob. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was crying. Maybe it was just the stress of everything that had finally overwhelmed her. Maybe it was how abysmally this morning had gone. She didn’t know how she’d expected the morning after a sexual tryst to go, but she certainly hadn’t imagined what had just taken place. She hadn’t expected Astarion to slip that aloof mask he wore so well immediately back on, not when it was still just the two of them here.
Then again, she reasoned, perhaps there was a perfectly justifiable reason for his actions. They barely knew one another, after all. He didn’t owe her anything beyond general respect. They hadn’t made any promises or ties to one another. They had simply agreed on a night of pleasure. That night had passed on. She should move on as well. Right?
But she had hoped. Oh, she had hoped. That maybe last night could have been the start of something new for her. For both of them. She knew she was a dreamer at heart. But still, part of her couldn’t help but hope that some silver lining would come out of all of this mess.
In any case, she knew she needed to pull herself together before reentering the camp. She would not let anyone see her cry, especially Astarion. So she remained standing in the grove for a few moments longer, collecting herself.
She forced her mind to focus on anything, anything else. She counted the birds she saw flitting amongst the tree limbs. She watched leaves swirling in their light, airy dance toward the ground. And she said a silent prayer to whatever gods were out there and possibly listening. She prayed that everything would work out the way it was meant to be.
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Summary: Even after over a year of marriage, you and Diluc have yet to share an intimate night together. He knows that you have experience but he cant help the uncertainty he feels about himself. After gathering the courage, he managed to talk to you and now that he is in bed with you, he's shocked at how well you treat him.
CW: implied reverse harem, empress!reader, consort!au, sub!diluc, bottom Diluc, top!reader, oral (character recieving), soft!reader, virgin Diluc, Oral, hesitation, first time, handjob, spit, insecurity, diluc cumming embarrassingly easily after seeing reader's eyes. Its not a heavy/intense smut. Aftercare is implied. One mention of diluc get his palms hit during his childhood, mentions of masturbation.
From his position, Diluc felt the air leave his lungs. Having your own form above his, he could feel his heart in his throat and was afraid that you could hear it as well. This was what he wanted and yet he couldn't help the nerves that have been slowly building up inside of him since he prepared himself to talk to you all those days ago.
The two of you have been married for over a year now (closing in on your second year) and while things have definitely gotten better, intimacy has been reduced only to nightly embraced where you were gone in the morning or a stroke on his head throughout the day. At first it didn't bother him. He was fine with the positive acknowledgements and soft touches. They were more than enough to keep him happy and placated.
He couldn't help but remember the horror stories he has heard about how wives treat their husbands in bed. Sexual pleasure was never a priority to him. Sure, he got the basic education and how to best please his wife, but he was refrained from learning about anything else. Best to leave it to your wife to teach you what she wants, he remembers his mother telling him after he came home from one of his lessons.
He vaguely remembered get his palms hit with a ruler when he was younger after he tried masturbating for the first time. After that, he was basically told to never do that again and he left it as that. His need to please those around him winning over the momentary pleasure.
It wasn't until a few months ago that he felt an almost unfamiliar swirling in his stomach. Whenever a praise would slip past your lips or when one of your hand's would rest on his waist, his body would feel hot. He was far from stupid and knew why his body was acting up in your presence. However, just because he could acknowledge the changes in his body does not mean he was willing to approach this subject with you - at least not yet.
He knew that you were experienced. He has heard Tartaglia basically brag about his time with you. He has even heard the two of you through the walls a few times. It was never on purpose and he always got so flustered that he would run away the second he realized what was going on. He suspected you've also spent the night with Zhongli as well. However, with this knowledge it just increased his apprehension of broaching this subject with you. What can he really offer you? He knows the basics but is just laying there and being obedient going to offer you any real release?
With these thoughts in mind, he kept pushing back talking to you about this. It went on for weeks until almost a month has passed. It wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was the he knew that you were onto him. He wasn't exactly subtle with his lingering looks and the blush that would blossom on his face whenever he was lost in thought.
Thinking back to all the courage he had to build to talk to you, he couldn't bring himself to regret it - not as he felt himself shivering underneath you.
You had already disrobed him, chest bare and all he was left in were his cotton boxers which were getting increasing tighter. The contrast to you still being fully clothed above him left his mind slipping into a mindset he's not used to. You've always had power over him but with the two of you in this position, this fact became even more apparent and he can't say he disliked it.
Despite wanting this, he couldn't find it to allow himself to truly relax and enjoy what was about to happen. He needed to remain looking presentable, he needed to make sure he was desirable enough for you, he needed to make sure he sounded right, all of these thoughts kept him tense underneath you.
Your lips brushed against his own, so soft he barely felt it but you didn't pull away. You were giving him time to get comfortable with all of these new sensations. He lifted his head up, trying to chase after your lips and feel them more firmly against his own. It was an unconscious move and before he could regret it your warm palm came to cup his neck. You tilted his head back, angling him so that your lips could move against each other and rubbed your thumb against the skin of his jaw, trying to get him to relax more.
Diluc let out a sigh at the gentle touch, his shoulders and neck slowly untensing. Even with his mouth parted now, you didn't disconnect your lips from his. The wet feeling of your tongue running across his lower lips left him disorientated.
"mhh -" his own tongue peaked out, brushing against yours. You took this chance to run yours over his. His movements were clumsy but you hardly seemed to care as you surged forward, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He tried to follow your movement but was soon lost in your taste. He vaguely recognized the taste of peppermint and something spicy but it was a taste that was so pointedly you that it sent a wave of comfort through him.
Pulling away from him, there was a string of saliva between the two of you and he thought that, in a way, it was keeping your lips and body connected in a different way.
He heaved a breath as he stared at you. Your hand moved away from his jaw and he could barely suppress the whine that left him but he was quickly placated as you pushed the red strands away from his forehead. Your fingers trailed down the side of his face and he squirmed at the ticklish feeling.
He was cute, you thought as you watched him squirm under your touch. Even with the flushed face, spit-slicked lips, lust filled eyes, and body on almost full display, you couldn't help but appreciate the view in a more wholesome sense.
While the kiss had him relaxing underneath you, you knew that it wasn't enough, not yet.
Your lips connected once again before quickly moving to his cheek, jaw, then his neck. His breath hitched and under your ministrations you could feel his Adam's apple shift. He angled his head back and his hands came to clutch at the clothing at your side, pulling them taunt against you. The softness of your tongue followed by the slight pain of you biting down caused his body to tremble.
"hah - your highness," he called out, not actually wanting anything but it still slipped past his lips.
You hummed against his collarbone before pulling back and teasingly blowing cool air on the slick trail you left. Goosebump crept onto his body at the feeling.
"Doing okay?" The hand that was not holding your body weight above him rested on his waist, squeezing lightly for good measure.
He stilled underneath you, his head becoming more muddled by the second.
"ye-yeah." It was a soft whisper that left his lips.
With his permission, you reattached your lips to his collarbone before trailing down. After leaving more than enough marks on his collarbone you moved further down. As you got to his chest, his heart felt like it was going to leap out. To ease him into it, you ran your free hand across one of his pecks, your finger lightly grazing his nipple. He shifted underneath you but remained relatively quiet. On his other peck, you brushed your lips against his nipple, causing him to gasp out, his chest jerking up against you.
You brushed your lips over it a few times, feeling it pebble underneath you before you licked a broad strip over it with your tongue. The hand that was playing with the other side of his chest, lightly rolled his nipple between two of your fingers.
This was the first time he felt the wetness of your tongue over his chest. When you guys kissed before, you would run your hands over his chest but you never paid special attention like you were now and it was quickly becoming overwhelming. He bit down on his lips, one hand coming to rest over his mouth as his back remained arched.
Swirling your tongue over one you couldn't help but tug on it which got an immediate response from Diluc.
His hands left his mouth to grasp at your shoulder. He curled his fingers into your clothing, his nails digging into the cotton.
"hurts" he gasped out. It was painful but not unbearably so. He was just shocked and all the new feeling left him sensitive. You murmured an apology and soothingly ran your tongue over it before pressing one last kiss to his nipple. Instead of trailing down more you just switch to the other side of his chest and lavished it with the same amount of attention.
When you finally left his chest and went to move further South you felt him tense again, his stomach clenching underneath you. He had originally kept his gaze on the ceiling above him, scared he would lose all composure if he watched you suck and kiss all over his body.
You could sense some apprehension in his eyes and paused your movements. You sat back onto your heels between his legs and stared at him, your head angled to the side. You seemed to be assessing him. "If you're not comfortable, don't push yourself. It'll make this a bad experience for both of us."
Diluc bit his inner cheek, a bad habit he had. "I'm not uncomfortable per say. It's just.." he trailed off. He was embarrassed. Ashamed. Why couldn't he just lay still and let you do what you want. Tears formed at his waterline and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Just what?" Your hand move to cup his cheek, your thumb caressing the skin underneath his closed eyes.
"Nothing," he shook his head, mentally berating himself. "Just continue." He was the one who came to you for this, he had asked to experience this with you. It wouldn't be fair if he were to back out. Especially after seeing the obvious arousal straining against the front of your pants.
"No." You were stern as you address him. "Whatever you're thinking say it."
You could read Diluc very well and before he forced his own feelings away, you cut him off. "If you don't tell me, I will stop."
He felt a stirring in his stomach when he thought about you stopping and he knew that he did not want you too.
"I wish to continue this with you. I liked what you were previously doing but once you started going down, I got anxious." You did not rush him as he gathered his thoughts, your hands moving away from his face to caress the skin on his waist. "What if I do something wrong? What if I don't please you?"
"Why are you worrying about all of these what if's? It's your first time, expecting it to be perfect is unreasonable." You lips then morphed into a smirk. "Now, if your worried about not pleasing me I can assure you that is not something you have to worry about." You pushed your own arousal into his, grinding down on him which caused him to gasp out and his hips jerked against you. "See?"
You leaned back over him, your arms braced on the side of his head. "If you don't want me going further that's fine but personally speaking I'm really looking forward to tasting you."
Diluc twitched underneath you, his cock twitching in his boxers. "Still, I should be the one tast - pleasuring you." You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, an action you don't think you've ever seen him do before.
"If you want you can do that another time." He flushed at your words, at the insinuation that you guys were going to do this again even if he doesn't perform well. "But for now let me pleasure you." Your fingers played with the waist-band of his boxers, gently pulling them off of his hips as you kept your eyes on his face.
Diluc's face lost the majority of it's apprehension as he took in your words. Your face was now level with his navel and he sucked in a breath as your lips brushed against his skin. His stomach jumped as you took the skin between your teeth and lavished over it with your tongue.
"hahh - y/n, wa-wait," He couldn't contain the sounds that escaped him as he felt a wet softness brush against his length. His upper body jerked off the bed as he sat up. He was expecting the slight coarseness from your hands that he has become accustomed to feeling, what he wasn't expecting was to feel your lips of all things brush against his cock. "Its..." he tried to speak between his stuttering breaths. "its dirty."
You hummed against him, not pulling your lips away from him, one of your hands traveled up his chest and pushed him back against the bed. "It's not dirty."
Instead of waiting for him to reply, your tongue licked his slit, making sure to collect the pre-cum weeping out of the small opening. His hands scratched at the bedsheets underneath him, pulling it taunt. "See," you pulled away from him, sticking out your tongue to show him as you swallowed down some of his wetness.
The view of you tasting him and swallowing down his release left him dizzy with unknown pleasure. He thought you would be repulsed but instead you seemed to relish in his taste, opting to quickly put your lips back around the head of his cock. Swiping your tongue along his head, you lowered your head, taking more of him down your throat until the head of his cock brushed against the back of your throat.
His back arched off the bed, hips pushing further into the bed. Your one hand that remained on his chest went to circle around his nipple and tug it between your fingers. Small gasps and moans left Diluc, his body unused to this type of stimulation which left him wriggling underneath you. The wetness of your saliva and the tightness of your throat left him barreling towards his release embarrassingly fast.
"Y/n... i-i," As he was whimpering out your name, you felt him twitch in your mouth and eased off of him, not wanting him to cum just yet. His body relaxed underneath you as the pleasure ebbed away. You pressed wet kisses against his thighs, your hands reaching down to rub at his thighs that were shaking.
"Feels good?" The smile on your lips indicating that you already knew the answer.
Puffs of breath left him. "overwhelming, but good."
"If you thought that was overwhelming wait until I get to here." Your finger traced his puffy rim. A yelp left his lips as you prodded him with one finger. His hand gripped your wrist, not stopping it but just holding it, anchoring himself. You gave him a second before pushing in one finger until you were knuckle deep inside of him.
Diluc squirmed from his spot, his hips arching into the one finger. Soft moans left him at the new intrusion. He felt the movement so distinctly inside of him yet it felt so far away from him. It felt good, but it wasn't exactly pleasurable.
He twitched around your finger as you pulled it out. "huh, why'd you - hngg!" The wetness of your tongue against his rim felt much different than it did on his cock. His body jerked up at the new feeling, aching to either get rid of it or get more of it - he wasn't sure.
Licking around his reddened rim, you inched a little bit of your tongue inside of him, feeling around before retreating once more. His hands jerked towards your head, an unconscious action that had him recoiling almost immediately.
"Sorry," he gasped out, his head thrown back as you continued your ministrations.
Pulling back only slightly, "s'okay." Your breath hit the wet area and caused him to shiver. "do what feels comfortable." You lick a broad strip against his rim and left a soft kiss before traveling up to his perinium. Continuing your path, you also lavished some attention on his balls which you felt constricting underneath your attention.
You took note as Diluc struggled underneath you, all these feelings new and most likely overwhelming for him. Yet the sounds that left him and his throbbing cock portrayed that he was enjoying everything you were doing. You licked a trail up his cock and that was when his hands went back to your head. He didn't tug at your hair or push your head. Instead opting to just keep his hands there.
You cleaned up the small pool of pre-cum and took delight in feeling his stomach twitch underneath you.
Diluc was caught off guard when he felt your lips back on his. He couldn't help but to scrunch up his face as he tasted himself on you. You must have noticed because you laughed a little against his lips.
"What? Doesn't taste good?"
His face reddened even further and he wanted to curl into himself. If he was another person he probably would have shoved you off of him but all he could do was stumble over his words.
"it's not - i mean - how can you.." he trailed off. "I just don't understand how you think it isn't gross." He sounded so docile and confused when he asked and you felt an ache in your chest.
"Regardless of what you've been told, I don't think it's disgusting." You pressed another kiss on his lips. "And your married to me now which means my word comes first, not anyone else." Your lips moved to his cheek, pressing a soft kiss there.
What he didn't notice was your hand creeping back towards his entrance. He gasped, his lips brushing against your own cheek and his eyes squeezed shut as you eased two of your fingers into him.
He squeezed down on your fingers, his stomach tightening up. There was a slight stretch but Diluc didn't feel any pain. He heard the soft murmurs leaving you, telling him to relax and trying to get him more comfortable. Your lips were caressing the skin on his neck, lavishing him with more marks.
The thought of them being visible tomorrow and others knowing what the two of you did caused his body to heat up. He spasmed around your fingers and you took the initiative to curl your two fingers.
Your fingers explored him, opting to curl inside of him and stretch him out. Diluc took some time before he finally got more comfortable with the new sensation, his body relaxing. Feeling inside of him, you managed to graze against that one soft and spongy spot that you were looking for. The pads of your fingers brushed against it, applying just the lightest pressure -
" - Ahh, ngg," he choked on his own spit, his body thrashing in your grasp. The sensations before were nothing compared to what he just felt. It was all encompassing. The pleasure swelling not in just his lower region but all over his body. Hips jerking up, his cock bobbed against his stomach as a little more pre-cum left him.
Hips grinding down against your fingers, you were barely doing anything, all the movement coming from his wriggling body which pushed your fingers deeper into him. The stretching of his rim and the gentle stimulation of your fingers left him teetering right on the edge. You gently pulled your fingers back, leaving his prostate alone before inserting one more finger.
Not thinking that he could handle more than one orgasm you did not want to rush him towards his end. You still wanted to be able to feel him spasm around your cock rather than your fingers.
You doubled your focus on stretching him out until you deemed him ready. With the withdrawal of your fingers, you lifted his legs, placing his knees over your elbows so that you had a better view. Diluc let out small sounds as you maneuvered him, his face flushing but he didn't try to object to the new position. You watched as his hole clenched around nothing, swallowing down the drool that wanted to leave you at this display.
His body heated up underneath your stare. Even with your eyes covered, he could feel the intensity of your gaze. He took a shaky breath, embarrassment once more encompassing his body.
"Are - " he coughed, clearing his voice. "are you just going to stare?"
A small sound of amusement left you. "Sorry." You're really not. "If hard not to stare at such beauty."
"I - you," stammering over his words he angled his head away, unable to look at you as you uttered such salacious words.
The presence of your own cock pressed up against his rim left him breathless. It wasn't until one of your empty hands rubbed over his thighs and stomach. "I need you to breathe for me." His mouth dropped open as he exhale, his tongue peaking out, wetting his bottom lip.
With the first shift of your hips, you kept your other hand near the head of your own cock, gently trying to ease it into him. As the head entered him, he tightened up around you, preventing you from pushing further into him.
A sigh left your mouth. It wasn't meant to be condensing or a sigh of disappointment but you could tell Diluc was getting lost in his head and preventing this from being a pleasurable moment. Diluc on the other hand winced, not from pain but from hearing the sigh that left you.
"Sweet boy, I need you to relax." Your hands ran down his sides, digging into the tense muscle.
Your lips caught his, redirecting his focus. "Just focus on me."
You took some time, letting him relax into the kiss before inching your hips forward. He gasped against your mouth as you were able to the tip of your cock full inside him with a small pop.
A groan left your lips as his warmth encompassed you, squeezing around your cock. The wisp of breath brushed against the skin of his neck. One of your hands left him and moved his arms to wrap around your shoulder.
With the sensation of you being inside of him for the first time, he didn't hesitate to tighten his grip around you, clinging to the comfort of your body.
"f' - ngg - ull," he stammered against your skin as he was stretched out around you.
"Hmm?" You put some space between your chests so that you could look at his face.
"feels, ahh, full." His nailed dug into the skin of your shoulder, hips grinding against you. You managed to get about half of yourself inside of him before you had to pause. Inching back out of him, you thrusted in, making sure to give him a little more of yourself each time.
His nails dug into the skin of your shoulder but you hardly registered the pain. You shifted you weight, enabling you to grab onto his thighs and move them so that they were wrapped around you. This movement allowed you to sink deeper into him.
"y/n - fuckk - mghh." He couldn't help the curse that left him. The new position causing you to hit spots inside of him that left him trembling with pleasure.
"Cursing are we?" you couldn't help but to tease him. "You must really feel good."
Panting against you he couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed. "Ye-eah," he squeezed around you, electing a groan from you. "its good."
Taking in the view of Diluc laying beneath you, you inwardly cursed at the cotton covering your eyes. With his red-hair spilled underneath him and flushed face you wanted to be able to take him in without anything of him being hidden.
"Fuck this," You roughly ripped the own cloth off of your eyes and threw it somewhere across the room. You maneuvered Diluc and was able to thrust in the rest of your cock. He lurched underneath you, hands scrambling to anchor himself as his walls stretched to accommodate you.
"huhhn" before he could question you he felt the air being punched out of him as you pulled back and sharply thrust into him. Your cock managed to graze against the same spongy spot but instead of only applying the barest amount of pressure like you did with your fingers, you shifted your hips, aiming them to hit that one special spot inside of him.
With you battering his prostate, his eyes had squeezed shut, lost in the intense feelings. His body freely jerked underneath you, moving with each of your harsh thrusts.
You changed your position, grabbing one of his legs and throwing it over your shoulder. "This pos - hahh," He tightened around you as he felt the stretch in his muscles. You opted to slow down and deepen your thrusts so they reach further into him. With the new movement, his eyes snapped open. As he made eye contact with you, he was flustered at the sudden hot, white pleasure that shot through him.
He had only seen your eyes a few times but with the onslaught of pleasure and then the shock of seeing your own lust-filled eyes caused him to convulse underneath you. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his hips jerked upwards, emptying himself on his stomach.
You thrusted a few more times making sure to ride him through what was definitely an intense orgasm. He was shaking underneath you, eyes glazed over with drool creeping out of the side of his lips. You brushed back his sweat-soaked hair and gently took his leg off of your shoulder. You applied light pressure to the muscle of his thigh as you placed it back onto the bed.
As you went to pull out of him, he seemed to come back to himself a little. His hands moved from around your shoulders and down to your waist. "What -" he licked his chapped lips. "What about you?"
"Its fine sweetheart," his heart pounded at the nickname. "Don't push yourself." With that you pulled out of him and he couldn't help the soft sounds that slipped past his lips. You couldn't help but gaze at his used rim which was stretched and gaping due to the emptiness.
You sat back on your knees and despite the soreness in his body, Diluc pushed himself up on shaky arms. It didn't feel right to him. Leaving you without having any real pleasure. Just one look down and he could tell you were still pent up.
"Wait," his hands clung onto you, desperate. "I can go on. You can keep using me. You," He stumbled over his words. "You need to, you need to come." He struggled to get out what he wanted to say.
You grasped his arms which were clinging onto you. "Diluc," you tried to keep your voice soft. "You're still shaking. Its your first time, I don't want to do anything to overwhelm you."
"But -" he gazed down at your cock which still stood prominently between your legs. You followed his gaze and shook your head. Grasping his chin between your fingers you directed his attention back towards you. "It's alright. Give it a few minutes." You ran you thumb over his bottom lip, an act of comfort, before letting go.
The conflict on his face was obvious. He gnawed on his lower lip, his eyes downcast. In a movement of spontaneity that surprised the both of you, Diluc moved his hands to rest on your body, closer to your groin than anything else. He still refrained from directly touching you, despite the desire to do so.
"Just... let me do this. For you." Pleading to you, his fingers hesitantly drummed against your skin.
You couldn't help the small groan that left you. You were trying to restrain yourself, not wanting to push him but with him pleading so sweetly towards you.
A handjob is the safest option, you muse. It wouldn't push him to do something he's uncomfortable with and it will probably be the quickest way to get him to rest so that you can get him cleaned.
You let out a sigh and relented. "Very well."
He perked up at the agreement. His hands remained at their spot before you grabbed one of his hands and took it off of your body. You moved it so that it was in front of his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed down at the hands.
"A dry hand is uncomfortable," he nodded as he took in your words.
"You want me to.." he trailed off, embarrassment building up.
Your lips quirked up. "After everything we've just done, don't tell me you're embarrassed of a little spit."
He hesitate for only a moment before puckering his lips, the saliva pooled on his tongue and in his mouth before he ducked his head, avoiding eye contact before transferring it to his palm which you held firm in front of him.
"There you go," you cooed, your free hand pushing hair behind his ear, trying to make him more comfortable.
Guiding his hand, you then placed it on your own cock. Your gasp at the touch was quickly followed by Diluc's own gasp as he felt you pulse underneath his own palm. You let go off his hand, opting to lean back on your palms while he worked on figuring out what to do.
He hesitantly curled his hands around you, not applying much pressure. With very small movements, he jerked his hands up around your length.
He continued with delicate movements as his gaze flickered between his hand grasping your cock and your facial expressions. Their was obvious hesitation and you would be lying if you said his small movements weren't more frustrating rather than pleasurable.
Wrapping one hand around his, you tightened your grip, therefore tightening his own. "You don't have to be so delicate." You guided him with your own movements, showing him how you wanted him to move.
You curled his hands, making sure it twisted around your length as your hands moved up and down, causing his hand underneath yours to do the same thing. You lips was pulled between your teeth and you removed your hands from his.
He tried to replicate the movements you were just doing, imagining your hands still clasped over his and maneuvering it to your liking. As he twisted his wrist around the tip of you cock, your breath got caught in your throat. He watched as your own head tipped back a little bit and his eyes followed the movement of your throat at you swallowed back spit.
"That's good." It was barely a whisper but he still couldn't help the pride and happiness that swelled inside of him as he saw you visibly affected by him. "squeeze a bit tighter," he followed whatever instructions you gave him, flushing every time you praised him.
He couldn't help it when he swiped his thumb over your head, feeling your own pre-cum. the thought of bringing his thumb up to his mouth shocked him but he couldn't help the thrill of excitement at that thought. The only thing that brought him out of that thought was the thrusting of your hips up into his hands. "Just keep doing that." He focused his attention back on the top of your cock, taking note on how that seems to be more sensitive than anywhere else.
"Go faster." He sped up and watched as you came, your own essence covering his hand as a low moan left your lips.
Without realizing he brought his hand up to his mouth, his tongue poking out to taste your essence. Even as the taste of you flooded his mouth, he didn't really comprehend what he was doing, at least not until a laugh filled the air.
His hand dropped back to his lap as he gaze jerked back to you. You had a hand covering your mouth, most likely trying to suppress your laugh. "Fuck what are you doing to me, sweet boy?" You weren't making fun of him but he couldn't stop trying to stammer out an excuse. Instead, you grabbed one of the clothes that were thrown on the side of the bed and cleaned his hand. "C'mon, lets get your cleaned up before you entice me some more."
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𝗟𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱
𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ mdni, fem!reader // oral (m!receiving), deep-throating, messy blowjobs, mentions of drool/spit, facial (bakugou). established relationships, they're aged up.
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Getting off your birth control leaves you feral.
Bakugou – slightly confused but nevertheless thrilled by the urgency you exhibit – isn’t quite sure what’s gotten into you as he watches you drool on his dick, looking all snug between his thick thighs when he comes home from work that night.
Tugging him by the hand as soon as he had stepped foot through the front door of your shared apartment, your perplexed boyfriend hadn’t been even given the chance to kick off his heavy combat boots before you had come running in your adorable pyjama set and socks, colliding straight into his rather startled embrace.
Now, his gauntlets lay abandoned on the floorboards beside the small pile of clothes which you’ve practically torn off of your body in meek attempt of getting yourself naked for him as quickly as possible. Kneeling before him, you’re completely bare whilst making eye contact with the most lust-blown eyes he’s ever seen you own. Your cheeks turn hollow as you suck him off like you’re the thirstiest bitch he’s ever had the pleasure of encountering.
That turns him hot and bothered, but he knows better than to say it out loud. You’re acting like a little whore, licking and swallowing down his salty pre-cum like it’s a delicious treat, and it makes his skin pull taut and his body temperature rise until he wants to tug at the stretchy spandex of his hero suit like a madman.
But instead of doing that, and thus risking tearing the fabric, he slides his gaze along the arch of your exposed spine; bounces it along the curves of the two plush hills that form your tight peach, which he likes to spank oh, so very much.
Your skin is glimmering with sweat in the mellow light of the TV you were watching just before he had arrived. So pretty.
“Fuck babe,” Katsuki mutters, voice low and raspy – so, so tired, “somebody needs it bad, huh?”
All you do in reply is take him deeper into your mouth; warmth and wetness embracing his sensitivity in an instant. It makes him hiss through gritted teeth, rosy lips pursing when your tongue starts to twirl over the swollen cockhead.
Katsuki sinks deeper into the decorative cushions of the couch, pushing the mask from his eyes and up onto his forehead with one terribly sluggish movement. Spikes of ash blonde bend underneath it as he breathes in deep and sighs. The bruising ache that riddles his entire body persists to linger long after work, but he allows himself to relax by sheer will.
He’s finally home, spending quality time with his girl. It’s about damn time, he deserves a little break like this one.
Though, he should give you something in return. Right?
When he reaches out and runs his gloved fingers through your hair, you suck him even harder as a reward. Warm spit gathers at the corners of your lips, making them glisten.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. He loves how much you love him. It’s so evident, there are literal hearts in your eyes. The pure shitshow that are your hormone levels right now are making you insane in your horny little brain, and it suits him just fine.
All eagerness and urgency to please your pro hero after his tiresome patrol; you’re dragging your pink tongue along the throbbing vein on the underside like a hungry kitty laps at a bowl of cream. He can’t tear his tired eyes off of you. You’re just so nice to look at; slutty and yearning for his cock like that.
But god-fucking-damn it, he’s ready to bust the fattest nut when your lips leave him and you take a deep, shuddering breath that nearly sounds like a little gasp. Your mouth – that sweet, wonderful mouth – wraps around one gloved digit and sucks. Nips. Teeth clench lightly and tug. Until the leather slides off and the calluses on his hand scrape your cheek instead. Skin to skin contact.
If it were anyone else, you’d be worried about germs on the damn thing. But it’s Katsuki fucking Bakugou’s glove you’ve just taken the liberty of putting in your mouth. If you wanted to, you could eat a damn meal off of it, it is in fact that clean and you both know it.
However you; you are nasty. As the leather falls onto the floor with a silent thud, you pucker your lips and spit right onto his fat cock, fingers wrapping tighter around the already slick base. You start to pump: up and down, up and down, up and down – tits bouncing with the movement, hands looking so fucking small compared to his intimidating size.
He’s so red in the face. He can feel the tingle of heat, and he hates it, because now you muse when you look him dead in the eye. And holy shit, the smirk that ghosts over your lips makes him want to smash his head against the wall like the angry bull that he is.
You just provoke him in the worst possible way; provoke him in the best way. It’s no wonder he plans to marry you someday. But judging by how you’re acting right now, he guesses that the baby will come first.
“Look at you,” you taunt him like you’re reading his mind, smiling that tricksy grin that makes his heart want to roar. “Somebody needs it real bad, huh?”
Oh, you little minx.
“Shut the fuck–hah...” He blinks when you grip him tighter and palm him faster, the bridge of his nose scrunching in annoyance whilst he attempts to gather his wits and thus clenches his thighs. He’s so tired, he can’t hold on for much longer. It’s been nearly ten minutes, the time isn’t his best one but fuck it. He’s fucking drained, all right?!
Well, not fully drained yet. But he’s about to be.
“Gonna cum for me?” Your eyes are so glazed as you say it. “Gonna cum for me real good, big boy?”
“Y-yeah.” His exhale is painful as it lodges in the back of his throat, the stutter that had just left his mouth making him see red. He’s going to lose it, he wants his control back. A snarl forms as he grits out, “That is, if you go fuckin’ faster... C’mon, hotshot. Pick up the pace.”
Before you can retaliate with what he guesses is yet another witty remark, he wraps your hair into a tight knot around his beaten-up knuckles and tugs it harshly before he shoves you down. Head pusher, that’s what he is. He’s all fake arrogance despite breaking apart, thumb stroking your cheekbone as he holds you down, down, down – makes you choke.
His hips buck upwards now, nice and steady. He’s fucking your mouth just like you wanted him to as the blazing heat inside his stomach goes loose and he loses himself as a result. And for fuck’s sake, somehow, during all of this, he manages to lose control of his quirk, too.
Sparks dance atop his broad palm when he releases the makeshift knot of your hair and cups your hot, tear-stained cheek instead. It tickles as it grazes your skin, the heat completely bearable but still hot enough to leave you startled.
It starts to burn rather quickly.
“Babe, no, no, no–” Katsuki grits his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath, “Wait a fuckin’ sec, dumbass!”
It’s all bark, you yank your head back the moment the sparks touch you for a second time around, and he can’t stop it. It’s too late.
There’s no explosion as his toes curl in his boots and he cums; of course there isn’t, just thick ropes of white. He can handle his quirk just fine, even if the rein sometimes slips from his hands at vulnerable times like these. But there is something else, though.
A facial.
It is an accidental one, to be fair. Still, accident or not, you don’t look happy.
“Sweetheart,” he pants, reaching out. His palm still feels warm from the quirk as the scent of caramel promptly fills the room.
The glare you point at him is nowhere near as sweet.
“Ki, you fucker! You got it into my hair!”
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Denki zaps you the moment his dick winds up inside your warm mouth.
The poor man just can’t help it. Even almost a year of steady dating is not enough to get him used to being spoiled by a pretty girl such as yourself. Watching you in all your glory is everything he could have ever wished for, and it makes him so fucking sensitive and dumb in the brain that it’s no wonder his quirk went berserk in mere minutes.
Shit. His quirk went haywire.
The realization actually hurts him more than it hurts you.
The little gasp you voice when the faintest hint of electricity flashes over your cheek as he caresses it in an attempt to soothe you, is enough to make the pro hero begin to drown in pure, relentless panic. Now, the flash of white-hot pain brings tears to your waterline as it lingers on your skin. It doesn’t ache all that much, but instinct prevails and you flinch despite not wanting to.
You can feel it in your teeth.
“Fuck, I-I’m so sorry!” He’s barely keeping his eyes from rolling into the back of his skull as concern falls over his sharp features when the realization strikes as quick as his quirk did. “Did I–... Did I hurt you? Does it hurt…?! I’m s’sorry!”
He’s babbling and slurring on his words because your mouth is once more full of cock despite the initial surprise; plush lips wrapping around the head that’s causing him so much trouble. You’re that adamant on making him cum and he’s just so dumb. It’s lovely, especially as you kiss his dick and mumble out a determined, “Mm-mm.”
Denki isn’t convinced, not even when you offer him your best efforts.
“You sure? Wouldn’t it be better if I checked…? Yeah, I should check, shouldn’t I?” His pause only makes his worries grow even more profound. It’s cute but agitating; the way he’s literally talking to himself and losing focus whilst you're attempting to make him relax. “Lemme check.”
“Mmh- It’s fine, you didn’t even zap me all that much, c’mooon!” Pop! – a groan is voiced in protest from your side as you part from him fully with an audible noise and a long string of glimmering saliva that is stubborn at keeping you connected to him no matter the stretch and the vacant space in-between.
Staring at it, the glare you fix for him now makes the yellow in his eyes all the softer. He feels so appreciated because of how badly you wish to please him, he really does, but he just can’t concentrate if there’s even the slightest chance out there of him causing you harm.
Not that he could concentrate at any other given matter. He is buzzing all over as he grips your face to check for any signs of injury and thus leaves you burning in his wake; you can hear the hum of his immaculate power inside your ears.
Up-close, it is frightening. Thrilling. It makes adrenaline course your very blood.
Every touch makes you shudder. The voltage that’s still present isn’t nearly as high as to be considered deadly, but it is potent enough that it makes his hair stand up. It aims towards the ceiling as lightning weaves through every vividly-blonde strand.
Watching him in literal awe, he looks like he’s sunk underwater mid-air. How peculiar. Enticing.
Glowing, your boyfriend's skin is riddled with sparks that crackle and remind you of the static you used to collect on old television screens when you were a child. The entire room feels too small as his overwhelming presence begins to pour in and overtakes the space. He’s just so full of life that it’s scary in a way; especially because it seems that he doesn’t realize how strong he actually is.
Pure energy runs through his veins and turns you alert. Turns you needy and horny for more, because he’s like a deity in your eyes, no matter how much he stumbles over his words and how wide his eyes get in concern.
Seconds pass. He’s breathing so hard it’s funny in a way. A chuckle slips out and he follows suit.
It turns into a groan rather fast when you lean down to please him again. Kisses travel along the length of his cock, wet lips pressing small, lovely affections that make him twitch all over as heat begins to pool inside his belly.
“C-cutie, I-...” His voice breaks before he can say anything more. He’s breathless.
“Shh. Focus, dummy.”
You can feel the hint of electricity again as it kisses your tongue when you take him back in. It turns you numb; makes you yearn for more. Thoughts become blurry, saliva turns runny. Even your eyes are rolling back as you feel the lightning fill the hollow of your bones.
His spine goes rigid when you fully commit to making him spill, but he still runs his fingers through your hair so gently it makes your heart flutter. His moans fill the room. Nothing but breathless, hot whines and incoherent curses that stick to the ceiling.
Every smooth flick of your tongue rolling against his sensitive tip is heavenly. Goddammit, just seeing you on your knees – utterly naked and looking up at him through tear-riddled lashes – is heavenly. He’s ready to bust a circuit, quite literally. Especially when you push further down and take him in, in, in, without him even having to ask for it.
Minutes pass. Up and down, in and out. He’s deep in your throat, bulging against your skin and inching closer to your heart with every bob of your head. Oh, what a delight that is.
But it’s a problem, too. Keeping his consciousness sticking together while you’re going down on him is a task that proves to be awfully troublesome for a ditzy man like Denki. The last two brain cells he owns are skipping out of his brain with a quick ‘See ya.’ as your throat tightens around him and you suck even harder.
He hopes they’ll come back after he cums and you wipe your mouth clean.
God knows he could use them.
#bakugo smut#bakugo x reader#kaminari smut#kaminari x reader#denki kaminari#katsuki bakugo#bakugou x reader#bakugou smut#mha x reader#mha smut#bnha smut#denki smut
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Would love a rough quickie with them in this outfit 🫠🫠🫠
https://x.com/anyujinsss/status/1763430900111757617?s=46&t=sv54D2RJCM5ahfRVnc7Bjw
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no bcs i’m gonna need ya’ll to indulge me a bit here BECAUSEEE 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 honestly thought i could do so much more w this idea but i hit a wall 😭 HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS STILL LIKE IT THO ❤️🔥❤️🔥
so let's say... bodyguard au right? (check out my bff @bitchiswild's yuj bodyguard au btw it's great heheheh) except that yujin doesn't know what the fuck she's doing bcs she's a professional hitwoman not a fucking bodyguard! and to be tasked to go to such lengths to keep a spoiled rich girl like you safe was asking too much! but she does it anyway (she does anything for money) and not only does she actually end up taking her supposed job seriously, she also... well, starts to feel some sort of affection towards you! <33
no it's not what you're thinking—ahn yujin, your beloved stupid bodyguard is obsessed with you 😳😳 see, you aren't actually as bad as yujin initially made you out to be! you were so kind it was sickening, the brightness of your smile managed to rival yujin's own genuine ones, and you were almost like... a real-life disney princess?? at first yujin assumed you were just being pretentious, being a two-faced snake.. but no, it turns out you fr had a heart of gold and that was when yujin started being softer with you... and softer until her affection turned into obsession and ofc she starts looking at you wayyy too differently 🤭
what a fucking pervert she is, honestly! always insists on walking behind you instead of beside you not bcs she's looking out for you but bcs she's checking your ass out.. and she especially loves it when you're wearing short skirts! fantasizes a lot whenever you're out together, mostly when you drag her to an outlet mall and just start shopping to your heart's content! gives yujinnie an excuse to picture you wearing all those pretty lingerie that you buy in her head.. and she's never been more thankful for her job bcs you'd bring her inside a changing room with you and ask for her opinion and... yeah, yujin very much enjoys the show 😚
nothing happens between the two of you until some fancy event however 🤭 yujin was lingering around watching you as usual until you sneak out of a crowd, walking off to a secluded room all frustrated... ofc yujin follows you bcs hello, that's her job and she wanted to berate you for going somewhere without telling her first!! but then it turns out that you were in the worst mood ever so you were just glaring at yujin the entire time she was scolding you.. and then you started whining about her always treating you like a toddler and never letting you do anything on your own and yeah it was a whole fight! things get heated, some hurtful words were thrown around, and you expected yourself to push yujin away and storm off but nooo you just had to grab her by the collar of her shirt with both hands and kiss her 😳 "i... dad needs me f-for a stupid—ah!—speech in a bit..." struggling to speak bcs yujin was touching you everywhere and it felt so good :((
"guess we should hurry then, huh?" so she says but she does everything but hurry! yujin takes her precious time exploring your body,, skilled, calloused hands massaging your thighs, ass, and breasts as her tongue explored your mouth… how she wished she could rip your pretty clothes off and ruin you but :(( she didn’t want you to get into too much trouble! being so annoyed of her teasing that you had to trap her hand in between your legs, pleading her to just fuck you before you were called onto the stage out side 😣 she ignores your first pleas though,, finding it so entertaining that she’s got you wrapped around her finger this time…
“hm.. fuck… do you know how long i’ve been wanting to touch you like this?” she asks while pulling your panties down so slowly ☹️ stares at your wet cunt like it’s her last meal.. even going as far as to lick her lips but she didn’t want to make a mess of her face so she was going to save that for a whole ‘nother day 🥰🥰 ah, and as much as she would love to see the kind of expression you make while she fucks you… she had to see how good you looked being fucked from behind first! 😋 her instructing you to bend over the couch in the room.. one hand gripping your ass and the other—two fingers knuckle-deep inside you :(( and good god was she good!
“d’you wanna be loud, princess? one of your father’s associates seemed very keen on taking you home… want to let him know the only person you’ll allow to touch you like this..?” yujinnie taunts while you’re a moaning mess underneath her.. your nails holding the leather couch in a tigh grip as yujin hits all of your weak spots… “scream my name, whore.” her insults, along with how she slaps your ass and abuses your cunt.. well, nobody could blame you for cumming a bit too quickly than what yujin liked!! but that was okay! really 🤭 she’ll have all the time in the world later when the event was over and you hurry on over to your home, bringing yujin all the way to your bed and letting her do everything she has been wanting to do to you until the sun rises 🫣🫣
#🥵 anon#ive smut#ive x reader#ive x fem reader#ive scenarios#ive imagines#ahn yujin smut#ahn yujin x fem reader#ahn yujin x reader#ahn yujin scenarios#ahn yujin imagines#yujin smut#yujin x reader#yujin x fem reader#yujin scenarios#yujin imagines#girl group smut#girl group x reader#girl group imagines#girl group x fem reader#girl group scenarios
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Song Mingi x Reader 18+
What could possibly go wrong with sleeping with your boss’ son?
Your red bottoms clacking as you entered the company, the stares didn't go unnoticed to you. You could say you always did enjoy a bit of attention.
You passed by the security and into the elevator. The doors opened showing the hallway that leads to the office of the man you weren't happy about seeing.
You didn't bother knocking and entered the office, there he was in the chair with his unbuttoned shirt, a drink in his hand and a girl in her bra on the desk "Why are you here?" He clicked his tongue placing his drink down.
"Scram." You demanded, your eyes bruised on the girl who started to pick up her clothes from the floor and ran out the office. You strolled up to the him. "Did he send you?"
You ignored him, your eyes running around the office room that smelt like fresh sex. A disgust look took over your face when your eyes landed on him.
You worked for Mr Song, Mingi’s father. You were loyal to him, he was your role model and you were proud to work for a hard working man who worked so hard to build a company from nothing to where it was now. A big corporation in Seoul.
Mr Song was a gentleman but his son was a totally womaniser though that wasn't the only reason why you loathed him it was also the fact that whatever his father built would come down to the ground if Mingi stayed like this.
It was a well known fact that he would always bring in different women to the office almost everyday but no one dared to say anything because the man also had anger issues.
"You need to put a stop to this." You warned throwing the files you were holding on the oak brown desk. "The sales have dropped by 15% and Park’s corporation is no longer wanting to partner." He lazily opened one of the files, scanning it before looking back up you since you were still standing.
The hatred feeling between you two was mutual, you both didn't like each other or even handle being in each other's presence. Mingi didn't like the fact that his own father trusted you more than him or how he treated you as if you meant something more than him.
"This has nothing to do with me, numbers dropped before I was in charge." Mingi’s voice hit your ears and you almost wanted to laugh at the stupid mark he made.
“Stop fooling around, you’re the CEO of Song corporation now. Grow up, Mingi.” Your statement made him poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue and raise a brow. He stood up stepping towards you.
“You have some confidence on you, walking in here telling me what to do and what not. I don’t know if you have been sucking my father’s dick but-”
The slap that had just landed on his face cut him off. He scoffed titling his head, his eyes not leaving yours as your ones danced between his. Mingi had crossed the line. “Don’t ever say such sick things.”
You turned to leave but the sudden grip on your wrist span you around. Your body was pressed against his one. You stared up at the taller male, before you had the chance to say something his slender fingers wrapped around your throat pushing you back to the couch.
“What the hell are you doing?” Your eyes widen as you fell on the couch, his fingers only tightening. Mingi leaned over, he was only inches away from your face. Anger in his eyes and the smell of whiskey was lingering around your nose.
“Should I be the last face you see?” A creepy smile making its way to his face. His eyes growing as your face turned red, he was crashing your windpipe. Your hands wrapped around his wrist trying to loosen his grip but that didn’t work and you took the opportunity to dig your nails into his neck too.
“G-Go to hell.” You managed to spit out, his eyes only darkening more. A wince leaving his mouth when your nails dag deeper.
The door opening caught both of your attention. San strolled in with a frown on his face and his hands in his pockets. “Did I walk in at the right or wrong time?”
Mingi’s grip loosened and he stood straight rubbing his neck. You coughed gasping for air, your throat completely dry.
“I won’t even ask.” San informed, you glared at the taller man in the room before standing up and heading to the door. “Yes, go run to Mr Song.” Mingi’s voice was heard before you slammed the large wooden door shut.
You pulled out the ringing phone and it was Mr Song. You put it on your ear hearing his cheerful voice.
“How did it go?” He asked.
“He’s out of control, Mr Song. Sales have dropped by 15% and the Parks no longer want to partner.”
“I will take care of him, go back to see him in a few days.”
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You took a deep breath before opening the large doors. It was night and no one was in the company besides some security who let you know that Mingi was still in.
The office was dim and the chair was facing the city lights outside the large window. Mingi didn’t bother turning around. Your heels clacking in the silent room.
You bite your lip, this was a bit unusual. “Mingi?” He didn’t answer but you knew he was there, the chair might’ve had a long backrest but you could still see the man’s hair. You flicked the lamp near him on. You frowned moving even closer trying to see his face.
You almost gasped when his features came in sight. His lip was busted, a cut on his eyebrow and cheek and a light bruise around his eye. Mingi’s attention went on yours. He had a drink in his hand that he had now placed down and a bloody handkerchief.
“What happened to you?” You were now in front of him, looking down with concern drawn over your face. Your hand reaching out to the first aid kit next to him. You quickly pulled out wipes, you dapped it on the cut on his cheek making him wince. “Sorry.” You mumbled.
“Why would you get into a fight? The press conference is in a few days!” You stated purposely pressing hard on his cut. “He scratched my car, what did he expect?”
Your mouth almost fell open at the stupid excuse to start a fight. “Let me guess, I should see the other guy?” You glared at him, he let out a small laugh. It was your first time seeing him genuinely laugh which made him bloom. “Read my mind.”
You started to clean the cut on his lip, the silence was comfortable for some reason. You felt his stare on you but you ignored that and continued with your task though shortly Mingi gently grabbed your wrist pushing your hand away.
Your eyes met and it felt like he had casted a spell on you. You didn’t realise how close you really were to him yet you didn’t move.
“If you stay that close, I’m going to kiss you.” He softly whispered, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you because he started leaning closer you stayed still like you were waiting for your lips to connect with his plump ones.
Mingi grabbed the back of your head closing the gap between you two. The kiss was anything but sweet. The taste of metallic coming in your mouth due to the cut on his lip but that didn’t bother you.
With his free hand he wrapped it around your waist pulling you down on his lap. You could feel his bludge growing by the second under you. Your hands wrapped around his dark hair, lightly tugging on it as you started to sway your hips making him let out a groan. Mingi pulled away latching his mouth on your neck, planting soft kisses down your chest as he took your blazer off and pulled your dress down revealing your hard nipples.
His thumb teasingly circled around your nipple causing a moan to escape. He grabbed your tit and his warm tongue danced around the nipple before sucking it.
“Oh god.” You murmured tugging more on his hair, you haven’t felt anything like this in a while. You felt the wetness between your legs and wanted more.
You stood up dropping to your knees and unbuttoned his pants, with his help they were pulled down. You bit your lip seeing how big he really is.
You grabbed his length in your hand and Mingi had a fistful of your hair pushing your head down. “Spit on it.” He ordered and you did as so but he took that chance to shove himself down your throat.
You started to bob your head, your mouth fully stuffed with his cock. “Taking it like a good girl.” He smirked when you looked up at his face, your cheeks were rosy, your brows pinched together and your hair was messy since he was still tugging on it.
Mingi grabs your arms pulling you up in a second, he stood up and pushed you down on his desk. He lifted your dress up and ripped your stockings.
He moved your panties to the side as he leaned over you. “So wet for me.” He whispered biting your neck. Mingi took out a condom from his drawer and put it on after ripping off the package.
“Don’t flatter yoursel-” A moan cut you off when he positioned himself to your entrance and with no warning slammed into you, stretching you out.
“F-Fuck you.” You mumbled digging your nails into his shoulders, his pace was nowhere near gentle. “I’m already doing the fucking, doll.” Mingi licked your lips, grinning hard seeing the mess you were and how you barely were able to form words.
“I think I like you better when you’re moaning more than talking.” He purred against your neck, his thrusts not dying down.
He kept abusing your insides over and over. His hands were running down your body. He stood straight placing your leg on his shoulder and holding onto your hips keeping you in place as he kept slamming into you like there’s no tomorrow.
“You have a pretty cunt for such a horrible bitch.” He groaned watching how his length was disappearing inside you.
You pulled out the middle finger at him, you felt light headed from all the pleasure and the heat rushed through your body. You arched your back when he started to rub your swollen clit.
With one thrust he pushed himself so deep inside you, both of your hips now touching. No one’s ever been that deep and you loved it. Your legs twitched and you released over his cock. He jerked inside you with a groan you knew he was done.
He pulled out throwing the condom in the trash under his desk. Mingi fixed himself up, you were still on the desk unable to move. “Did I fuck you that good?” He smiled proud of himself making you roll your eyes.
He suddenly carried you making your arms wrap around his neck. Mingi gently placed you on the couch and covered you with the blanket. You felt sleep taking over you when he started to play with your hair.
“I didn’t get into a fight. I was jumped by Mr Song’s guard. Funny how my father shows his love, right?”
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#mingi x reader#mingi imagines#song mingi#mingi x you#mingi x y/n#ateez mingi#mingi smut#ateez fanfic#mingi ateez#ateez x reader#ateez smut#ateez imagines#mingi scenarios
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Car Sex (Aoi Todo, Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro) pt 2
pt. 1 (Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento, Mahito)
Tags: Todo x gn!neutral, neck kisses, riding, scratching, Sukuna x gn!reader, choking, fingering, public, slight voyerism, Toji x gn!reader, road head (dont do that tho stay safe), handjob
Aoi Todo: Todo was big, intimidating, scary to some even, especially at first glance. However anyone that got to know him longer than 2 minutes could see that he was a giant softy. Though he liked to reserve that side of himself for you, always going out of his way to put together amazing dates, dates that would most definitely surprise his peers.
The back of his car was decked out in blankets and pillows, making a small cozy bed area for you both to lay down and watch a movie. You were in total disbelief, even as you laid there in his arms, watching a movie. "You're so sweet." You mumbled, placing a kiss at the base of his neck as you wrapped yourself around him further. Todo tensed up, feeling his cheeks heat up at your kiss. You just wanted to thank him, for always treating you so well.
Kissing his neck again, your lips lingered sucking the skin softly to leave a mark. "Keep doing that and I won't be able to stay sweet." He grumbled and you smiled against his skin. He tilted your chin up, capturing your lips for an intense kiss. His tongue slipping into your mouth as he pulled you into his lap with one arm.
The movie continued to play as he ridded you of your clothes, leaning back in the car so that you could straddle his waist and sink down onto him. Todo was just so big, in every way that he took up most of the space in car, this was the most comfortable way for you both to get off.
His hand gripping your ass as you bounced on his cock, his groans being slightly muffled by the way he had his face burried into your neck. Your nails scratched at his shoulders to hold onto something, your thighs burning from the cramped position and riding him but it all hurt so good. You were absolutely overwhelmed.
"This is why I treat you well baby, you're always so greatfull."
Sukuna: You weren't entirely sure what he had planned when he asked you to drive to the parking garage. Undoubtedly something sinister, but you didn't have the heart to ask. So you simply listened to his command, parking on the 2nd floor looking out over the city.
"You'll do anything I say, won't you?" Sukuna asked, reaching over from the passenger seat to hold your chin. While you hated to admit, he wasn't wrong and it was harder to tell him that when he was looking at you like that. "Yes." You sighed, feeling his thumb run over your lip and dip into your mouth. "Good, push the seat back." You did as you were told and looked at him. "Now let me slide behind you." He added on, and you lifted your ass off the seat to let him sit behind you.
He had you in his lap, undoing your pants with one hand while the other crept under your shirt. His tongue traced over the side of your neck and you couldn't help fidgeting. "Stay still." He grumbled, hand finding your throat as the other ghosted over your core.
"Why'd we come here?" You choked out, moaning as his fingers teased you. Sukuna chuckled, tightening the grip on your throat as he plunged his fingers into you. "Just because." He started, pace picking up as you gasped for air. You looked at him through the rear view mirror, taking note of your own expression and how pleased he looked with the situation.
"Just because?" You moaned out, your voice getting louder the closer you got. Sukuna laughed again, feeling you tighten around his fingers and hearing your voice get louder.
"Just because I like thinking anyone can walk past and see you all fucked out because of me."
Toji Fushiguro: God damn traffic jams, Toji absolutely hated them. They costed money, drained gas and wasted time, time he might've had, but they were annoying none the less. Especially when you were sitting there looking as good as you did, Toji was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.
"What's got you so stressed?" You asked, stroking his forearm gently. It felt like all of his sense were heightened and the touches lit a fire in his lower stomach. "Because I keep thinking about your pretty lips wrapped around my cock." He barked, anger jumping out of the situation. "And this fucking traffic jam is keeping that from happening." He added on and you had to stifle a laugh.
"Bold of you to assume I was going to do it anyways." You teased and he shot you a look that made goosebumps coat your body. "Anyways, who says that the traffic jam is stopping me?" You added on, reaching over to undo his pants.
He was painfully hard already, just thinking about it and gripping the wheel even harder. "You're gonna suck me dick like this?" He asked and you smiled, pulling his cock out of his pants and jerking him off slowly. Toji's head fell back for a moment, not noticing the cars in front of him starting to drive again causing the car behind you to honk.
He groaned again, starting to drive as you leaned over and took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling over his head as the car stopped again. "Fuck that feels good." He praised, reaching down to grab your hair. You stopped him, smiling while you placed his hand back on the wheel.
"Nuh uh mister. You keep your eyes on the road and hands on the wheel."
#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#aoi todo#aoi todo x reader#sukuna#sukuna x reader#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader
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Nini nini hate fuck with either blade or dan heng pls I beg 🥺💝
I finished this some days ago and it got deleted- also it’s unnecessarily long, and I’m not sure if it’s good… hope you like it anyway 😭😭
Dom!reader x sub!blade (reader is gender neutral)
Warning: pegging (can be read as a dick), chocking, slapping (once), degrading, rough sex, blood (hand injury)
Riiiip
The sound of bandage being ripped.
Blade wrapped his hand with the white cloth, biting one end to tied the other end around it. Slowly the pure colour got tainted with his blood, a crimson colour spreading and seeking though the fabric. He sighed, staring at his own hand with a distaste on his tongue, before glancing at the door. Heavy footsteps could be made out from the other side. Loud and hectic, stomping even. You must have noticed his arrival.
It was just as he predicted. Moments after he finished treating his injury the door got slammed open, a loud bang as the door hit the wall. Your figure stood in the frame, stopping, not entering his chamber. Instead you glared at him and scanned the situation. He instantly noticed how your gaze lingered around his injured hand, and how you were frowning. The man chose to not elaborate, hence you two were holding a starring contest. After a while you closed the door behind you and walked over to him, grabbing his wrist and yelled, “now do you care to explain?”
He knew exactly why you were so angry, but that doesn’t mean he understood it. Not giving him any time to explain himself, something he wouldn’t have done anyway, you continued your nagging, “why do you have to keep going on dangerous missions alone? I can’t reach you at all! It’s not like you use your phone after all.” You stopped for a second, still holding his wrist while he avoided your gaze, gritting your teeth in anger. With an impatient tone you said, “I’m waiting for an answer.”
If it were up to blade, then you could wait until the sun sets. He wasn’t a man of many words, and he didn’t believe he had to tell you everything. That was if it was up to him, because he knew it would get worse if he doesn’t say anything. With his usual deep voice, he uttered, “I wanted to practice.” This was the best excuse he could think of, practicing his sword. It was reasonable, no? “Practice? It’s more like you wanted to get hurt.” “Not get hurt, I wanted to..” he didn’t really want to say ‘die’ in this context, and you didn’t pursue it any further neither. You sighed at him, followed by a rough push from your hands. The male fell backwards, now laying on his back, stabilising himself with his hands.
“Lay down.” You ordered, and yanked the arm with the injured hand away, you didn’t want him to keep using that hand so much. The spot where his hand was has been tainted red. He glanced at you hesitatingly, his dark blue bangs almost covered his entire face. Soon he obeyed your command and laid on his back, you were still raising his arm up into the air. “Keep it raised.” Once again, you gave him another cold order. How did it escalate to this? He was pretty sure he knew what you were going to do, yet he didn’t mind. Just then his speculations were correct, and you pulled his pants down.
He smirked, it was a mocking one, as if he was laughing at you. At this sudden unexpected change in atmosphere. After a bit he asked with a challenging tone, “did the sight of me hurt turn you on?” You knew he was playing now, so why not join in? “Have you finally decided to speak, now that I’m in your pants?” Your hands grabbed his knees, raising them to his chest and folding him apart. It wasn’t about doing him a favour, so you just proceeded to manhandle him, making him spread his legs for you. “So eager, aren’t you? Give me a break.” Blade said, but he allowed you to do whatever you wanted without resisting. Without giving him any glances, you replied “Same goes to you.”
Even though you two shared such a foul mouthed conversation, the advances you did on him continued. Then you stood up, walked around the room for a bit and came back with a bottle of lube. The blue haired man looked at you awkwardly and waited, feeling a little stupid at the situation in front of him. As soon as you came back, you started working on his abdomen. Opening the bottle, squeezing some of the lube onto his half erect shaft. The cold liquid made him flinch slightly, and he frowned as he watched you keep coating him with that slippery fluid. It flowed all the way down to his hole, and his rim clenched. What a roundabout way to prepare him, he thought you were being unnecessarily childish.
With one of your fingers, you sloppily spread the contents of the bottle around his lower body. Somehow the mood was getting heavier with every second and he didn’t know what to say, until your little comments returned. “Getting exited, little pervert?” You also coated your own dick with the lube, before lining it up with his entrance. “So much that you stopped talking, cat got your tongue?” He wasn’t going to let you go away with that, or at least that’s what he planned. Instead of coming up with a snarky remark he had to bite his lip to stop a moan erupting from his throat.
“Gu-Mhn..! You- fuck..” his eyes widened a little, and he was furrowing his brows even more than before. You sticked it in without some proper preparation, and it caught him off guard. Since you used a lot of lube, the tip still slipped in, but the rest was starting to get difficult. He wanted to curse at you, yet the words didn’t come out, so he just hold it and glared at you. If you didn’t know him you’d think he wants you dead, even so you weren’t pleased by that, so you chuckled, “not with those eyes, bladie. I’m sure your hole can take it, after I fucked it so good last time.” “Shut up- ugHh..! You.. shit.” Suddenly his hand reached out to you. You didn’t know what he was trying to do, which is why you grabbed his arm and kept it in place. His hand was now in the air, some blood drops were dripping onto his belly.
“Keep your pawns to yourself.” You had such an annoying smile while you said that, especially so while you pushed the rest of your length in. “UHh..! Mhm-nGghH..” the male was still trying his best to keep quiet, making some grunts and groans on the way. Fuck, if this was under normal circumstances you wouldn’t be able to keep his hand still like this, he was sure he was stronger. Though this wasn’t a normal situation, with you inside him, spreading him open with your cock. It was strange but he felt a little vulnerable, and so hot.
Sweat was forming on his skin, face turning redder by the second. It must be because he just came back from a mission, he is tired, thats why he is feeling all this heat. He blinked, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling, noticing his heart rate going up and body twitch each time you touch him. When he opened his eyes again you were inches away from his face, startling him a little. With a gentle whisper, unlike your tone before, you mumbled into his ear, “you want to get hurt? I’ll make it hurt.”
The face of the male was crimson red now, matching the colour of his hand. He took a tad longer to process the information, and you didn’t give him that moment. You started moving without giving him a warning, hips snapping against his at an already rough pace. “Ugh-uUugGh..!! Wa-waAaaiit.., oh- fuck, fuck. It mhm.. hurts.” Blade clenched his fists, more red coated his tummy. You slowed down a little, intertwining your fingers with his injured hand, not minding the blood sticking to your palms. Then you resumed to your previous movements, pounding into him like there’s so tomorrow.
The switched between your gentleness and relentless actions made his head spin. He really tried to keep the noise down but to no avail. Without him noticing you went down again to whisper more dirty things into his brain, like calling him degrading names. Blade wrapped his other hand over your neck, gasping and whining as you kept going, whispering as a begging voice, “please.. ah, haah..” “does it hurt?” He answered without thinking, “a-a bit.., uhhh..” to which you asked again, “do you hate it?”
Both of you knew what he would answer, and he didn’t want to cover up the truth as he uttered the words, “no, I love it.” That’s when the insulting really hit off, now that you were sure he enjoyed it too. “You really only go into fights because you’re a fucking masochist, aren’t you?” He shook his head, suddenly so expressive unlike before. “You sure you aren’t actually a male prostitute? Hmm blade? You fucking whore.” Even though you were calling him such hurtful name with such fever, he only felt hotter. The trust and the feeling of your dick rubbing against his walls was unreal, like a dream. And he wasn’t sure if it was a nightmare or not.
“Don’t you fucking dare leave like that again.” You said, panting a little too since you were still rutting into him like a damn animal. Despite all those hateful words, there was no way you actually hated him. You were angry because you cared, that’s all. And he knew it as well. Now your own hand looked like a grotesque mess, mixed with his and stuck to the bandages. He also didn’t feel pain anymore, or rather, it was because the pleasure was too overwhelming. It was all too much, from the way it rubbed against his deepest parts, to the fast pace you set. This felt so good he could cry.
When he still didn’t nod to your demand, you stopped holding his hand, they both instead reached out to his neck. The pale skin was now tainted red on one side. You squeezed down onto his trachea, watching his mouth hung open. “Did you understand me, blade?” He chocked, hand meekly reaching out to yours out of reflex. But he didn’t use any strength to keep you from suffocating him, only staring at you through his clouded vision. You thought you saw the corners of his mouth going upwards into a smile, and you watched his face get even redder. After a while you stopped, he immediately inhaled and panted. A bodily reaction, nothing he could control.
“I still haven’t gotten my answer.” You reminded him and started fucking into him again, at a slower pace. He trembled, his hole clenching around you even more now that you were moving so gently. It was way too late for that, after you’ve been so rough with him, no? Because now it’s not enough for him anymore, he needed you harder and deeper. Out of nowhere he felt a harsh slap on his cheek, causing him to shake. “Ah..” the male whimpered, eyes gazing up at you. You looked at him like he was vermin, akin to one would look at an insect. This alone caused a shiver to run down his spine and an uncomfortable twitch at his lower body.
He knew you wanted him to agree, but he didn’t want to, he wished to keep fulfil those missions on his own. This wasn’t something you could change, and he wasn’t willing to lie to you. Instead of answering your question, he grabbed your hand with his, and begged prettily. In a submissive tone, with a sweet pleading voice he said, “please, it’s not enough… I want you so deep inside me.” You noticed him spread his legs wider for you, and his injured hand being thrown over his mouth. Then he licked some of his own blood off.
You knew he won’t listen to you, after so many tries you knew. So instead of trying any longer, maybe you should go along with his request? Even if it leaves a bad taste on your tongue…
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Answering to this desperate cry for help
Maaan this was so much fun fr, i hope I made these bad boys justice. Also, didn't know what kind of format I should be using and especially how to repost the original thing, since copying and pasting on the reblog would be absolute hell rip
𝐓𝐖: people biting each other but in an affectionate way, idk lemme know if there's more
𝐅𝐭.: Dottore, Xiao, Childe - GN!Reader
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k (in total)
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: 3rd Made in Abyss soundtrack - Kevin Penkin (yes, it's that good, no comment)
𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞
OHOO he's gonna be so intrigued by this weird habit of yours.
We all know he's not big on social interactions and all -he barely values human life- but when you came into the picture he felt invested in someone for the first time. Hence he observes... Normal people, to learn the basics.
He's smart, a quick learner. Will understand in no time your likes and dislikes, but one day you?? Bite him? Chomp like a feral newborn kitten? Oh, his scholar personality spikes through the roof.
Dottore's never seen anyone bite their partner like you do, it confuses him at first, although he won't say anything and just chuckle. He'd rather observe you and come to his own conclusions before asking.
Was it a one time thing? When, how and where do you like to do it? Is there a deeper meaning, a show of intimacy? Need for attention? Affection?
Yeah he'll treat it like a maths equation, that's how he is.
Some days you'd see him without his mask, leaning particularly close to your face. Other times he'd set his gloves aside and let his digits linger on your cheeks and jaw for every little thing. (He knows he’s difficult to bite because of his clothes)
"Oh Dear, look at your lips, they're chapped/full of crumbs/smeared with any other kind of food/every single excuse he can come up with."
It takes you a bit longer than you would've wanted, but you realise his true intentions eventually. If you feel smug you can just chomp on him randomly and see him lose his mind (he thought he'd figured everything out rip dottore.exe).
I advise against it though, he'd repay the torture tenfold. (aka not cuddle with you even if you ask nicely).
Overall, Dottore finds this habit of yours cute. You're a nice little, innocent thing in his eyes and that just adds to your charm.
Yeah you can be a 1.90m tall menace of a person and he'd still tease you, an arrogant, mean jerk >:(
After some time he starts biting you back (ouch shark teeth), not in a painful way ofc. He's so casual with it, most likely to strike when you least expect it just to see your surprised and/or flustered face.
Or to have you chomping in return, even ;)
I'd say 7.5/10, good chomping partner but will "fight" back.
𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨
My guy, poor guy.
He's another social inept, we all know why.
He started to learn about human customs after meeting you, and you've helped him out a lot, but he's still so stiff.
He probably gets a heart attack every time you give him a surprise hug. The day you chomp on him his soul leaves his body.
It's not that he's a scaredy cat, physical touch just overwhelms his senses if he's not prepared :((
Asks you to tell him beforehand next time.
But aside from that he doesn't seem to mind. He finds every human custom weird in a way, this one is no exception, and eventually it becomes routine yeah?
I think he's a perfect subject for chomping, with all the exposed skin he has. I mean, look at his shoulders! The urge to sneak up from behind and just CHOMP.
He's got muscles for days too, won't shatter your teeth on his bones. AND HIS CHEEKS- his baby cheeks, they look so soft how can you not bite those.
But yeah, just give him some time and he'll get used to this.
Xiao's not stupid either, he notices right away that you're the only human partaking in this activity, or in public at least. Lowkey feels happy and proud to have you as a partner, you're so special and unique :( <33
At some point he'll want to try it out as well, but he's sooo shy about it and a bit scared he'll hurt you. You gotta make him confess with bone crushing hugs.
When he eventually chomps back he's UGHH so soft with it. For Xiao it's more about the meaning and the bonding experience than the chomp itself.
9/10 if you're fine with doing all the chomping. 8/10 if you want chomps back, but definetly recommended.
𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞
Run. RUN. RUN FOR YOUR CHEEKS' LIFE.
He is THE chomping menace.
Let me tell ya, you're putting your life on the line. It's like a declaration of war and he will not hesitate to respond with all he's got.
We know for a fact that he's always up for a challenge. If you're crazy enough to engage and bite him first, well I hope you have a survival plan for the rest of your life cus he won't stop.
It can and will escalate in a "fight" if you're in a private space (you know the tickle fights where you become a mess of tangled limbs? That.) If you try that in public though? He's gonna look at you like a damn predator.
He'll eat your cheeks once you get home, good luck.
His bites are rough-ish too, unfortunately for you. He’d never hurt you on purpose, and is always careful with his strength, but in the heat of battle he’ll forget; 7 times out of 10 you leave the field with a 32 teeth bite mark.
I think he is more of a cheek guy than anything. They're always available and easy to reach, regardless of your height, and it's also so intimate because who else touches your face? No one, aside from him.
He's the chosen one.
And don't think it will stop at the first time, no no. You've unlocked a new hobby for him. He'll put so much effort in it, it's terrifying.
If you act surprised or flustered well, bonus points in his opinion. Your face is just priceless and will make a habit to make you react that way.
At that point you either fight back or succumb. His soft spots are his stomach (duh, nibble on the exposed skin when he's in his work clothes, I bet he's ticklish), his nape, collarbones and overall the base of his neck.
The rest of his body is still a good chomping surface, but his instincts kick in and his muscles go taut, it's like biting a rock and has no effect on him.
Childe will definitely give you a hard time. It's up to you to take advantage of the right moment and give him a good revenge chomp.
Honestly, he's my fave ever but I'll give him a 5/10 just because of that. Can't even bite the man in peace anymore 🙄
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john price x reader angst
tw: blood, reader death, angst
John knew how much he had failed as a captain when he saw the way your body crumbled to the ground in a cloud of dirt and gunpowder. Your body, always so full of life and spirit, no matter the grueling mission it had been sent on, was now lying on the hard ground, unmoving and seemingly slipping away right in front of him.
A puddle of crimson began to form beneath you, and the sight of it was unnerving. You shouldn’t have ever been seen in such a state. You were somebody that deserved to lie in the comfort of his bed late at night, when missions and reports were put on the back burner, where he’d curl you up against his side. A thick arm wrapped around your shoulders, his soft voice murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, lips pressing against the top of your head. Treating you with such delicacy and tenderness — because that was what you deserved.
You didn’t deserve to lie on the dirty ground with your own blood pooling underneath of you, like a dam had burst open and he had no means of closing up the reservoir and preserving the flood.
You deserved softness and warmth, something that he had given you up until this very moment.
But now?
All he had given you was a failed promise of keeping you safe.
He failed.
“No,” John rasped out in affliction, voice hoarse and rough from the unsteady flow of emotions pumping through his veins. Anger, fear, dread — feelings he knew, as a captain, to keep locked up with the key tossed far away.
This time was different. It was you at the end of the ropes now, and that in itself was enough to have his resolve cracking.
John didn’t know how he ended up kneeled beside you. Everything in this moment had immediately felt like a blur, like it was all moving in slow motion. But there he was, knees digging into the earth, blood soaking into the fabric of his pants.
He could practically feel the warmth of your blood as it seeped into the material, and it wasn’t the warmth he’d grown so used to when you’d lay up against him, or wrap your loving arms around him in moments of secrecy.
Blood. Lots of it. Pouring out of you like a geyser from where the fresh bullet wound had captured in your chest. It wouldn’t stop leaking, soaking your clothes and tainting your soft skin with a ghastly sight that John knew would be permanently etched in the wrinkles of his mind.
John’s arms cradled you close, one arm under your shoulders and the other making desperate movements to feel for a pulse. Two of his fingers pressed along your jugular, a spot where he had spent countless nights kissing and sighing into with contentment. Your skin, cold and clammy to the touch, felt nothing like those nights, where your heart beat picked up through the veins and your honey laughter rumbled against his lips.
“No,” John gritted out more firmly this time when his fingers felt nothing but stillness from where they pressed against the underside of your jaw. “No, no, c’mon, love, c’mon.”
Your eyes were fluttered shut, mouth slightly agape, and John hated how peaceful you looked. This wasn’t how you should’ve felt peace.
Peace was in the secret kisses in his office when he’d be filing reports. The sweetness of your voice when you spoke of your adoration for him, like soft nectar rolling off of tour tongue. The lingering gazes before every mission that told each other the three words that neither of you dared to say, only because you didn’t have to. You knew, right? You knew he loved you.
“C’mon,” John urged once more, but his voice was more hopeless this time around. He knew the fate that had been sealed, but he didn’t want to come to terms with it, even with the lack of pulse beneath his fingertips. “C’mon, love, just need to patch you up, yeah? We’ll get you out of here, fly you back—“
“Captain.”
Kyle’s voice cut John off, and when John looked up, he could see the grim look on Kyle’s face. It was full of remorse, full of knowing, because how couldn’t he have known? They all knew.
With the sympathy and apologies that filled Kyle’s eyes as he stared at John, as well as the small shake of his head, John knew it was over.
John shifted his eyes away from Kyle to stare down at you. Your head rested comfortably in the crook of his elbow, body practically weightless as it laid limp against him. You fit as if you were molded for him, even in death, and he knew nobody else would fill in the puzzle piece like you did.
“Anyone but you,” John whispered to himself, eyes unable to tear away from your face as he took it in — engraved it in his mind, swearing to himself he’d never forget it. The soft fan of your lashes, the bridge of your nose, the way your brows were relaxed and at ease, showcasing just how placid you appeared. He couldn’t help the lift of his fingertips as they grazed along the softness of your skin, tracing every bit of your features to engrain them beneath his finger prints. “Fuck. Anyone but you, love.”
His men allowed him the time to soak in everything about you. They didn’t dare interrupt, nor did they make a sound, as they knew this would be the last time any of them would ever see you again.
And when John was finally ready to accept defeat, they were there with open arms as they took you back to the helo — because you didn’t deserve to be left there on the dirt floor of a country you could never call home, and John would be damned if you didn’t spend the rest of your death in the comfort of somewhere tranquil.
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i’m an angst girly thru and thru so it was time to write it eventually
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Blitzo's Hallucination Scene
Blitzo's dream reveals much about his psyche along with why he acts the way he does...
Take note of how Verosika treats Blitzo. Striker and Fizzaroli throw around and mock him for his loneliness, while she crawls towards him and calls him out for pushing away those that get close, at most grabbing his face for emphasis. This hints heavily that Verosika really loved Blitzo and Blitzo knew, but then he sabotaged the relationship.
The hallucinations of Striker, Fizzaroli, and Verosika speak with Blitzo's voice rather than those of their voice actors. Blitzo is criticizing himself for his own insecurities and toxic behavior.
Adding to the above, Moxxie's voice is unchanged, but his body flickers between his normal art style and the crude drawing style Blitzo's used in the past. While the other hallucinations speak to Blitzo's insecurities about himself, Moxxie just blathers on in fancy language without really saying anything of value. Much as Blitzo wants to think that that's how Moxxie is, he knows it isn't true, hence the flickering between real and unreal. Also, why is Moxxie phasing in and out of Blitzo's drawing style? Looks like Blitzo is still upset about Moxxie criticizing his art skills...
None of Blitzo's family shows up during the hallucination, not even his disapproving father who would presumably be a big source of Blitzo's insecurity. That's because his interactions with Robo-Fizz, Verosika, and Striker were all very recent, meaning that the emotional wounds they inflicted were still fresh in Blitzo's mind. Not to mention that the Truth Bomb gas dissipates fairly quickly. It's possible that it could have dredged up Blitzo's family had it lingered for longer.
Blitzo's mind is drenched in mud. Aside from signifying how Blitzo feels lower than dirt, mud in dreams symbolizes insecurity, uncertainty, and an inability to find your footing. All things that Blitzo has been struggling with. The mud disappears once Stolas arrives, though some of it coats the staircase for a little longer. Stolas is a reassuring presence in Blitzo's life on some level, but Blitzo still isn't one hundred percent sure if he will stick around.
Blitzo climbs the golden stairs to get away from Fizzaroli, Verosika, and Striker only to see Stolas waiting at the top, being fanned by two clones of himself. Rather than run in another direction, Blitzo keeps climbing, almost crawling towards him. The clown outfit that Blitzo had been wearing is replaced by his normal outfit, but golden chains form around his wrists and neck, led by a chain pulled by Stolas.
This single scene explains so much about Stolas and Blitzo's relationship to one another; Blitzo gained a new life and dignity (the clothes) thanks to Stolas, but his entire assassination business is now dependent on Stolas' grimoire, making Blitzo feel trapped (the chains) under the owl's whims. Stolas might actually be in love with Blitzo, but because of this dynamic, Blitzo feels like it's nothing more than a master toying with their pet. It also explains why Blitz seemed so reluctant to be near Stolas in the past: his self-deprecation and tendency to push people away makes him believe that once Stolas grows bored of him, he'll discard him and he'll lose everything, so he doesn't want to get attached.
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Imagine Vampire!Barbatos tho....
Who else would be his perfect doll master but you? He will cook for you, brush and stylish your lovely hair, dress you up. Treat you like a princess 80% of the time, the other 20% he's feeding from you and letting his dark side take over.
Vampire!BARBATOS x gn!Reader, 1.2k words, nsfw.
Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour, possessiveness/jealousy, pet names, spicy towards the end—it's not really dubcon but it might come off that way.
more from the vampire!au
You feel his eyes on you as soon as you step into the ballroom of Diavolo’s castle. These fancy events always make you feel nervous and out of place. You usually spend the night together before these events so he can help you prepare, but last night you stayed at the House of Lamentation instead as his duties to Diavolo kept him busy.
His bedroom (and yours) are filled with the exquisite clothing he’s bought you, and he sent you instructions earlier with which clothing he wanted you to wear for him tonight. You bathed with the products he gave you too—he claims that the custom recipe he has made for you enhances your natural scent.
(He enjoys bathing you personally so he can massage you with his firm hands while he teases you with gentle touches, a playful reminder of how he'll reward you later if you behave.)
Every accessory you own—the collection of chokers, necklaces, bracelets, and chains he's bought for you—are made with the finest metals and jewels. Your outfits usually compliment your complexion and your eyes; your accessories are a reflection of him instead. The choker around your neck tonight is black and silver and adorned with tiny gemstones the same colour as the tips of his hair.
As you walk around the perimeter of the ballroom, you feel his warm, affectionate gaze linger on you from wherever he's hiding just out of sight. He weaves through the crowd seamlessly at these events, as the demon prince's silent shadow should, but you’ve yet to catch a glimpse of him.
One of the brothers tugs on your wrist and leads you towards the center of the room. Diavolo approaches you suddenly, and Barbatos follows silently behind him.
“You look radiant this evening,” Diavolo says, his voice laced with fondness for you. He respects his friend and your relationship and doesn’t dare touch you. “Don't you agree, Barbatos?”
You’re not sure anyone else notices the flicker of annoyance that hardens your lover’s expression before it's gone. Even you're not sure if you truly saw it when he nods and smiles at you.
“Quite lovely indeed,” he murmurs, but something about his sickeningly sweet tone sets you on edge. The tingling sensation of being watched follows you as you're dragged by your friends onto the dancefloor.
It's barely twenty minutes later that you finally break away from the party and mingle on the outskirts of the room with a cool drink in your hand. There's a sudden feeling of another body radiating heat against your back, and gloved fingers reach around you and gently pull your drink away. He sets it on a table nearby and touches your waist.
"Would you mind accompanying me to the kitchen? I have a small task to complete and would like the privilege of your company.” He’s always so formal to keep up appearances, but you suspect there’s some hidden meaning in his words you haven’t deciphered yet.
(There always is).
He offers you his arm and you leave the party together. His shoulders are stiff with tension as he leads you away from the ballroom, but despite his odd demeanor you're still grateful to spend time alone with him.
The rest of the castle is empty except for the servants carrying out various chores. When you arrive at the kitchen doors, he gestures for you to enter first. There’s a flurry of activity inside as the Little Ds pick up their trays of Demonus and make a quick escape through the servant’s entrance on the opposite side of the room.
You smile and wave at them as they leave, but the door shuts behind you and the lock clicking into place makes you freeze.
“You look exceptional this evening,” Barbatos breathes next to your ear. His gloved fingers caress your cheek and slowly run up and down the curve of your neck. “It's enough to drive me mad,” he confesses, lips brushing your skin just above the choker. He unfastens the clasp and slides the delicate item into his pocket for later.
He kisses the lingering puncture marks he made two nights ago—the skin is bruised and the puncture wounds are still not fully healed. He prefers that you don't use magic or potions to speed up the healing process, so you don't.
(He'd never deny you if you were in true pain or discomfort, but he would prefer to care for you himself than ask you to drink whatever flimsy potion one of your friends might try to feed you.)
“I get the sense that something’s bothering you,” you admit quietly, and he hums. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask nervously, but when you try to look at him, he holds your chin to keep you still.
"A simple problem requires a simple solution," he mutters to himself. "All I could smell was them on you,” he clarifies for your benefit, and it’s the only warning you have before you’re pushed forward against one of the stainless steel counters. Deft fingers tug at your waist and unbutton the burdensome clothing that gets in his way of touching you. You gasp when cool air hits your bare skin.
No matter what bath products he buys you, it’s not enough to completely wash away the scent of the others you live with. The clothes that hang in your closet don’t smell like him, not like the ones in his castle bedroom do.
The possessive beast inside him seethes with rage others that see you and crave you like he does might think you’re not claimed. You taunted the beast inside him when you walked into that ballroom smelling like so many others but not him.
Even if you weren't wearing the choker around your neck, those healing bites alone aren’t enough to deter those that might try to take you for themselves. You’re his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure everyone knows that—including you.
“What—what about the party?” you whimpered, overwhelmed by his body smothering yours and the pleasure of his hand exploring between your legs.
He's barely started and you can already smell the musky scent from between your thighs. The evidence he'll leave inside you when he's finished will drip down your legs and paint your skin; you have no doubt the stains will soak through the thin fabric of your pants for the others to see.
His fangs tease the sensitive skin of your neck, lingering higher than his other marks, too high for your choker to hide from view. Slick fingers tease at your entrance and you gasp as one slips inside.
“Everyone will know—“ you stammer, one final plea to remind him that perhaps this isn't a good idea, but his quiet, condescending chuckle interrupts you.
“Precisely, my dear,” he purrs, biting into your neck and groaning as the first pulse of blood coats his tongue. A hand encased in soft leather covers your mouth and muffles your cry as he buries himself inside you with a sharp snap of his hips.
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