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mushies-stories · 1 month

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Drinking- how TF141 handles a clingy drunk reader for the first time

PART ONE- Price and Soap

PART TWO- Ghost and Gaz

F!Reader

Warnings: drunk reader, little tiny bit suggestive... think that's it?

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle had gotten off work a bit early, the mission going faster than expected but just as tiring. The only thing on his mind was seeing you, he needed to feel your soft body against his.

He called you from his car, figuring it was early enough and you'd still be awake. He was correct, but when you answered the phone you didn't sound like your usual self. Your words are slow and a little slurred. “Baby, ya okay?” he asks.

You hum a response. “M’okay, just been drinking a little.” you tell him.

“Sounds like it, you alone at home love?” he asks, a little nervous. It wasn't like you to get drunk by yourself, or really that often at all actually.

“Yeah… but could you come over, please.” your voice was a little shaky and it twisted something in Kyle's gut.

“Of course lovie. Be there in just a bit, eh?” he tells you. His drive was faster than normal, you sounded off and it worried him. His only thought was to get to you and the elevator ride up to your flat seemed endless.

When you entered he saw you sitting on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, glass of red wine and an almost empty bottle next to it.

Your head turned when you heard his steps and the sound of his shoes being kicked off. “Kyle.” you say quietly. Standing you shed the blanket and take a few shaky steps towards him.

He rushed to meet you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against himself. Your own arms wrap around his middle, gripping the back of his shirt. “What's wrong love, why ya crying?” he asks, voice tender and soft. His warm eyes looking over your tear stained cheeks before wiping a tear away.

You give him a small shrug. “I'm just so tired, and work was stressful. I just wanted to relax a little and I knew you are normally at the base late...” you admit.

Kyle hums softly before kissing the top of your head. “Well, drinking is no way to feel better, right lovie?” he asks, making sure you look at him by guiding your face to look at his. “Next time, just let me know, be over as soon as i can.” he tells you.

You give him a small smile. “I will, I'm sorry I know I was overreacting.”

“None of that love, let's just get ya to bed.” he says with a sweet smile. You lean into his touch and nod.

He figured after such a stressful day you should take a hot bath. Topped with some essential oils he found it was ready. You both relax in the warm water. Kyle behind you so you can rest your head on his chest.

“Thank you kyle.” you mumble. Eyes closed and soldering his arms around you, you sigh constantly. “I love you.” you add, a little slower and sleepier.

Kyle smiles down at you. Perfectly content in his arms, just as he wanted. Here to keep you safe and happy. “Anything for your lovie, I love ya too.” he says. Just above a whisper, the last coherent words you heard before drifting off.

When you had dozed off Kyle gathered your body in his arms and brought you to bed then wrapped you in a fluffy towel. The whole time you barely even stirred in your sleep. He crawled in next to you and wrapped you in his arms once again, this time pulling your head to his chest, arm holding you back so your firm against him.

He kisses your nose. “Goodnight love.” he says. That night you both slept soundly. Kyle happily content with your bare body against his own.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Simon had called after getting back from a long mission, wanting to see you instead of going home alone. All he needed at the moment was your arms wrapped around him.

To his delight you had picked up, even in the late hour. To his disappointment however, it sounded like you were out with friends.

That didn't seem to mean much to you. Judging by your excited time when you answered. “Si? You home already?” you ask, smile evident in your tone.

He smiles to himself. “Yeah, sound busy though doll, see ya tomorrow?” he offers.

You make a sound of displeasure. “But I gotta see you tonight Si, please? I'll get an uber right now!” Simon just chuckles and tells you to stay put, he will come and get you.

Not even twenty minutes later and you're in his passenger seat with his hand on your bare thigh and a drunkenly sweet smile plastered across your face. You loved admiring Simon, even with most of his face concealed. Everything about him made you drawn to him.

“See something ya like love?” Simon chuckles and glances over to you. His hand on your thigh squeezes the soft skin.

You nod and giggle. “Always see something I like around you, Si.”

He snorts before paying attention to the road, eyes focus on getting home. You babbled about your night with your friends and he nodded along, humming in response when he needed to agree with you, all the while his hand rests on your warm plush thigh and a small smile plays at his lips.

You were adorable. The way you stared at him the whole time like he was the moon, the way your hands laid atop his and gripped it when you talked.

He loved the attention. From you, and only you that is. Loved that you just wanted to see him, needed too.

When you got back to his place, he carried you in. insisting that the stairs were too much for you and it would be faster. “S’alright love, just let me bring you up. Be much faster.” he explained.

The whole way you kissed at his neck, making sure to lift his mask enough so you could pepper them to his jawline. “Lovie, none of tha. S’to late and you.” he glanced down at you and your blushing cheeks, warm from the alcohol. “Are much too hammered.” he chuckles, stepping into his flat before closing and locking the door.

“But Si… I missed you so much, you were gone for a whole week.” you pout softly up at him after he set you down on his bed.

One of his hands comes out to cradle the side of your head, making you look up at him and hold his gaze. “Don't worry lovie, when your pretty little head is pounding tomorrow, I'll make sure to do everything I can to help you forget about it.” he promises.

I shiver rolls down your back and you smile dumbly up at him, the thought of what to come already turning the little gears in your head. Simon however forces you to push the thoughts aside and get ready for bed instead.

With you in only his shirt, his mask set aside and his protective arm wrapped securely around your middle, you start to drift off. “Love you Simon, can't wait for tomorrow.”

Simon kisses the side of your head. “Love you too doll, can't wait.”

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anantaru · 6 months

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DAY 16 — DUMBIFICATION

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

kink. dumbification — dumbing down one's intelligence, treating you like their personal, little airhead who likes nothing more than to please them

𖧡 — including — tighnari, dottore, scaramouche, childe

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, dumbification, dom/sub dynamics, petnames: toy, cocksleeve, princess, baby, cockwarming, mean but only a little i prommy, dry humping, oral (male! receiving), both parties are consenting

𖧡 — TIGHNARI

you encounter a bitter chuckle and it pelts over your natural sensors when tighnari folds one arm around your waist as you straddle him— you're quick to swallow down a suppressed whimper when he swiftly rides your shirt up and rests it above your exposed breasts, revealing the glow of your juddering skin to his famished, gluttonous eyes.

"you're not allowed to move, okay?" he orders, his jaw tensed and constricted before adding to his somewhat condescending choice of tone, "just keep still while i continue my work load."

"you can do that, right?" and you nod all bubbly at him, quite excitedly, the untroubled feverishness that had been enclosing you from the inside now burned brightly and manifesting into something much more intense— your flailing hole clenching around nothing as you claw around his chest, you're so obedient to his orders it's almost unfathomable, or at least that's what tighnari always seems to think.

he gestures you to lift up your hips a little so he could line himself with your slit, your legs growing achy at the intentional, almost beguiling idleness on how tighnari took his sweet moment with you even though you could barely wait to feel him prod inside.

before at last, he rubs his bulbous tip over your aching pussy and aids you in taking all his inches down. he paws around your chest with one hand, cruelly trapping one erected nipple against his pointer finger and thumb before twisting it ever so slightly— again, this time with a tremor of judders spreading on your tit before your eyes toss back into the remotest part of your skull.

tighnari heaves out a satisfied hum at your obedience, the vibrations of his voice soothingly reverberating through your trembling skin as you swathe your arms around his neck, "fuck— so good, who would've thought, huh?" he praises, the sloppiness of your pussy making it quite easy for tighnari to sheathe himself entirely inside.

"but what else is expected," he heaves a shrill noise and stops himself in midst sentencing when you gush around him, his dick twitching and hardening when your slit oozes of your arousal and dribbles along the slopes of his balls, "—from someone, fuck! who has nothing else to offer other than this."

for reasons unbeknownst to you, this particular sentence didn't hit you as hard as you originally thought it would because, frankly— you really do give him everything he wanted, but so did he, occasionally, fulfill any wishes you had. call it a equivalent exchange, or you being way too air headed to realize that tighnari was using you for your body, a quick fuck so he could get rid of the aching pain in his groin and was able to focus on his piling work.

now, tighnari's heavy erection was making you feeling weaker and you swear, you can feel him throb inside your lower belly by how deep and thick he buried himself in, your fingertips digging into the flesh of his back when all you needed for was for him to finally move, or at least finish his jarring work load so he'd perhaps become a little more relaxed, and relatively nicer before pleasing you in a correct manner.

you furiously throb whilst gushing on his length and the man tosses his head to the side, his ears twitching of sensitivity due to the chain reaction of his groin receiving way too much overflowing pleasure before eyeing his work load up and down in an annoying glance, biting down hard on his tongue as he feels you writhe and twitch around his length— all the while shallowly thudding over his soaked shaft, his tip pressing into one tantalizing patch inside of your walls and ugh, what a bummer, finishing his task will be one difficult duty to fulfill.

however, you would never leave nor complain, you're way too excited and delighted to have a cock overbrim you to the hilt, your sticky walls peppering kisses around his shaft and warming him up as tighnari can leisurely carry on to finish his work for the night.

𖧡 — DOTTORE

dottore thinks it's amusing how much you liked for his cock to be warmed up inside your mouth with his velvety tip repeatedly prodding at the back of your sensitive throat— the harbinger was mischievous on his own accordance, and it's one of the reasons your attraction to him was like an intoxication, proceeding to do whatever he wanted you to do without pondering around his requests at least once.

"you're not crying, are you?" the man chastises with his eyes locked down on your body being slotted between his parted thighs, "it's not too much, right?" and his large palm soothingly trails over your cheek to brush the single droplet off your face. it was apparent that with his thick shaft being enclosed by your mouth, it was growing more difficult to breathe out nor answer him without muttering incoherently and making an even bigger fool out of yourself— yet despite that, for you, it was never too much, never too rough when he fucked your mouth or your sweet, perfect cunt for that matter.

because you see, you adored him, all of him and yearned for dottore to fuck you stupid, call you his airhead or precious cocksleeve, until you're nothing but a hiccuping mess of a person around his length with a mixture of saliva and his salty pre dribbling down your chin and gathering on the cold, office floor.

you swallow around his groin before hollowing your cheeks, your head spinning into a cloud with the feeling of him charging into your mouth without a single inch of remorse, your big puppy eyes fluttering up at him behind doused lashes as he brushes a large hand through your hair, your eyes brilliant of exclaimed trills happily pummeling at your affection for him.

it's a perfect situation in your eyes and there was nothing better than being used by the second harbinger, and so was he ethereal to you, the sounds of him talking in such low manners, for one without a threatening tone lacing the beginnings of his sentences has the reactive pearl between your folds throbbing, the wetness of your sticky cunt splattering all over your panties.

you continue to shower his length with affection, parading your warm tongue around the underside of his shaft, always putting the pleasure there especially prominent because well— dottore has trained you adequately after all, had shown you how to tackle him so he could feverishly cum down your constricted throat and spit his milky whites down the aching, used spots in your used mouth.

bobbing your head up and down, you swallow back the drool budding inside your warmth, yet leaving most of it prancing on top of your tongue so it could act as a lubrication, a choked moan suddenly rattling above your head as dottore conceals his lips with the back of his hand before coughing out— his pale cheeks scarlet red, his face twisted akin to a wicked, indulgent countenance as you curve your palm around his balls to smear the trickling saliva on the flesh.

how adorable his enchanting toy was to him, being so unbelievably skilled at taking his cock all the way up to the base, your lips moving in tandem with his strong thrusts into your wet warmth— utterly aware that for you, there was nothing more pleasing than to end a night with his seedy arousal marking up the entirety of your throat, using you as his own dumb, little cock sleeve, his pleasure-seeking princess, instantly parting your mouth the moment he simply told you to do you.

𖧡 — SCARAMOUCHE

"i must admit, i have neglected you," scaramouche hums quietly into your neck, his cold hands soothing over the slopes of your body as you squeal when his cock first enters you— committed to the usual rhythm on his hips, he had long since engraved it in his very own memories, his large cock parting your slit as you squeeze around him, quick to angle your hips a little so he could press himself in deeper.

you whine, your juices running down your plush ass before you shut your thighs around his hips, growing more constricted, "ah— it's okay, kuni," you take a moment to lock gazes with him while he eases himself back and forth your warmth— ugh, you're so tight it's truly unfair, and his cock was weighing down around the thudding splotches of your pussy before throbbing and thickening inside, perhaps giving you a taste of your own medicine.

so you could manage feel him, so your hands could helplessly fly up to his hair and rush him into a feverish, messy kiss.

"I really did miss you," scaramouche was the first to speak out again, smitten and yearning for more, his voice muffled by your lips and the tone of his voice buzzing while his dick continues to add some faint, hasty pumps into your slit, the velvety feel of his shaft reaching so far up and shamelessly shaping your most, delicious sweet spots which had your eyes curve back into the deepest spots of your skull.

despite everything, despite scaramouche barely reaching out to if it wasn't for getting his cock wet— you always seem to welcome him graciously and without asking irritating question, the ecstasy running through your entire nervous system as you wait and wait fro him.

although mostly being left behind and forgotten, yet you still show up whenever he does reach out and call you over— when he all of a sudden, in under a dime, tends to be so charming and longing towards you, kissing the crown of your head before addressing you as his most beloved toy— not that he voiced it out loud but his choked whimpers spoke more than a thousand words ever could, consistently greedy to clamp hard around the curves of his cock that you force him almost out of you again, copious amounts of your juices oozing out of your cunt and soiling his trimmed pubic hair, a reminder that you truly belong to each other.

𖧡 — CHILDE

you're clumsily falling forward into childe's clothed chest as you straddle his waist, immediately intertwining your arms around his neck as your forearms rest on his shoulders— your pretty frame wiggling deliriously and needful before billowing your hips against his concealed erection scratching over the tight confines of his pants.

"you missed this, didn't you?" he shakes his head at you, finding your shape on top of him to be the most delicious and sweetest in all around teyvat, without mentioning how you madly force your hips down on his cock— desperate and even more shameless that ajax cannot even fathom just how clouded your rational thoughts had become sometimes, always there when he craves you, not caring about the red flags of him obviously just using your body, only the thought of his perfectly carved cock being nestled inside you remaining on top.

for now, you love bouncing up and down his erection, even though he wouldn't let it spring free from his pants so you could rest it on the top of your tongue— the tips of his ears flushing red when you frustratedly whine at him, every thrust of your hips progressively growing faster and rougher that even childe had to suppress a couple moans and keep them locked inside his chest.

"I'll make it up to you later, baby," he drawls before moving the fabric of your panties to the side, your slicked cunt had long since soiled the flimsy material to the hilt that they instantly stick against the bridge of your pussy and thighs, just heavenly to present him a enchanting view of your swollen folds itching to touch his silken skin, his angry tip throbbing behind the rough garments of his pants and childe can sense that he was already leaking clear pre.

"you need to make me feel good before, yeah?"

there's a hidden rasp in his voice that you weren't able to discern for what it was, and that particular shade of a condescending tone pummeling against your ear shells weren't much of help— no two ways about it but sometimes the eleventh harbinger did give off the idea that he wasn't taking you seriously enough, that he believed you weren't able to ponder over more meaningful conversations, only faultless when you aided him in his painful groin getting the best out of him.

now, he plants his palms around your hips to drag your naked pussy against his shaft himself— but considering the fact that you weren't actually stupid, you knew that this "special" relationship, as he called it, was more of a convenience for the young harbinger, never needing to worry himself about finding someone for a quick fuck when he could just call you instead, being aware that you would jump the second he orders you to come over.

his cock was just that good, always so utterly fine when slipping inside and battering your creamy walls, hammering into the most sensitive parts that lie hidden within your silky slit before it's getting too much for you to bear— trembly fingers clawing at his chest in search of stability when you hide your face in his neck, the slow burn on his shaft expelling electric ripples that caused a belting havoc on your sensitive sex, pushing a pitchy whine hand in hand with a moan of his name from the tip of your tongue, a breathless heave finishing the sinfulness of your noises.

oh, well, childe can use you for all you care— since needless to say, you're getting your fair share out of it too, keeping your ass in a precise trace on top of him as you begin to rock your wet cunt over his groin, understanding that whenever he was on the edge of tasting his strong climax prodding at the knot in his lower belly— it will be much easier to make him comply to a simple request from you;

hmm, lets take an example: perhaps a new, costly bag from fontaine or a hand crafted, brilliant bracelet from liyue? childe will unfailingly say yes and agree to whatever you whisper into his ear, he simply cannot deny a single request when you're, night and day, so hungry to comply to him.

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skbeaumont · 10 days

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"You Should Probably Leave" | Joel x Reader oneshot

Part 1 of Play it Again, a new series where each story is a oneshot, but all are shaped around country songs.

Song: You Should Probably Leave – Chris Stapleton Summary: He works long days. You help out with Sarah, make her dinner, put her to bed when he has to stay late. And then when he gets home you help him out, too, even though you both know you should probably leave. Tags/Warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, porn without plot, prose but kind of poetry/lyrical, sexual tension, PIV, oral (m! receiving), sub!Joel, you're Sarah's babysitter, AU! No outbreak, set in the 90s. Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I've taken the lyrics and worked them into the story, so I'd really recommend listening as you read. I've been thinking about writing this series for sooo long because country songs + Joel is a match made in heaven. If you've got any song recommendations, let me know!

It’s like a dance, a well-worn routine that you both know, practised and perfected after months of repetitions. You both know where it leads but you’ll still follow all the steps. That’s how it is.

You put Sarah to bed ages ago, spent the last few hours of babysitting on the sofa finishing up some college work, waiting for Joel to get back. His key in the door is a familiar click, the latch sticking the way it always does, his shoulder forcing it open.

You stay where you are. When he comes into the lounge his toolbelt is still strapped around his waist, the remnants of a long day’s work painted across his handsome face and strewn in dust that’s collected on the knees of his well-worn jeans and callused hands.

He pauses in the entrance, arm stretched up above him to rest on the mantle of the door, t-shirt pulling up to reveal a strip of tanned skin above his belt. There’s a glass of wine half-drunk on the coffee table beside you and your feet are tucked up under you.

Neither of you speak for several long moments. You just watch each other, the tension too delicious to break.

“You should probably leave,” He says, but you make no effort to move and he stays where he is, too, dark eyes watching you.

His expression is open, taunting, and you already know what’s going to happen. You untuck your feet and shift them onto the worn carpet, standing to step towards him. His form takes up most of the doorway, his shoulders so broad that they almost touch both sides of the frame.

When you reach it he’s looming over you, blocking the exit off from you if you wanted to leave, but you don’t. You turn into him, press your nose to the slice of skin between his shoulder and neck and inhale deeply, smell the work of his day on him: the musk of sweat, the tang of iron and sharpness of wood shavings.

“I suppose it ain’t all that late,” he says, voice rumbling through his chest, “still time for you to finish your wine.”

You won’t finish the wine, but it’s all part of the well-worn routine the two of you have. He works long days. You help out with Sarah, make her dinner, put her to bed when he has to stay late.

And then when he gets home you help him out, too. Let him relieve some of the tension that he carries in his shoulders, on his thick-set jaw. You press the first kiss here, letting the rough caress of his stubble eat into your own cheek. When you let your hands course through his hair, scratching your nails into his scalp, he leans into it, eyebrows pitching up, something like a whimper falling from his lips.

There’s a devil on your shoulders, and its urging you each towards the same predetermined end.

“We shouldn’t.” He says, but he doesn’t move away.

“Just one kiss?” You ask, feeling him relax into your touch, the bulk of him slipping down the doorframe, bringing his mouth within reach of yours.

“Alright,” He rasps back, his voice pitching with need, and you claim the last syllable with your mouth, press your lips against his, pull a moan from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Say you want me to stay,” You tell him, and he does, whispers it into your mouth, chases your tongue with his.

When he looks at you his gaze so intense it’s almost intimidating, and you recognise the look in his eyes, the need that’s behind the blown-out pupils and hazy expression.

The slow retreat to his bedroom is well-practised, the carpet belying a well-trodden route you both know. He lets you walk him backwards up the stairs, sighs when you push him against the closed door to fit your mouths together again.

Inside, his bed is unmade and you press him into it, pin his hands above his head and lick a thick strip up his neck, following the tendons to the underside of his jaw.

His moans are the chorus of this well-rehearsed dance. They spur you on as you undress him, revealing the strong lines of his chest, the thick trunks of his thighs, the impressive bulge of his cock in his briefs, already half-hard.

He twitches in your hand when you draw him out and you shift down the bed to take him into your mouth, the head of him heavy and salty on your tongue. His cock swells, the vein that spans the underside pulsing against your palm.

It’s intoxicating and dizzying and familiar, the recognisable ache in your jaw as you take him into the back of your throat, fist gripping the part of him that won’t fit.

“So good to me, darlin’” He groans, running shaking fingers through your hair, trying to sit up against the headboard.

“Relax,” you tell him, pushing him back down to lie against the rumpled duvet, “I know what you need.”

You know him and he knows you, and you both know how this goes. You pull back, work your dress up over your head and pull down your panties, which are ruined with your slick, so damp they catch on your thighs as you peel them off. Joel’s eyes widen as he watches; he can never believe you want this – want him – as much as you do.

When you sink down on his length – the fat head of his cock catching at your entrance, making the stretch delicious and white-hot – he squeezes his eyes shut tight.

You run a finger along his eyebrows, coax him to open them and he does, a muscle in his jaw fluttering as you rise up and drag your cunt back down onto him again.

“I wanna do the right thing, baby,” he tells you, as though this – the pinching heat of him between your thighs, the tremble of his hands as he clutches at the flesh of your ass – isn’t the greatest thing that’s ever happened to either of you.

But you know he hates himself for it, hates that he’s a good decade older than you, that you’re Sarah’s babysitter, that this – this twisted arrangement you have where you stay when he gets back and then end up in his bed – is the only thing that gets him through those long works days sometimes.

“I know,” you say, “but it’s getting kind of hard to resist, isn’t it?”

“You should leave,” he says, thrusting up into you, “we should – Jesus, baby, just like that – we should stop.”

You arch up off the bed, tilting your hips so that he can drive his cock deeper, bottoming out and groaning brokenly into your ear. It’s filthy. Depraved, probably: The slap of his hips as he cants them up into yours, the breathy moans that tumble from your mouth, Joel’s desperate, needy curses.

It’s easy to make him come like this: Three steady, deliberate rolls of your hips and he’s a quivering mess beneath you, his hands fisting in the sheets as he spurts hot and wet inside you.

After, you tell him you should probably leave. He makes you come with his fingers first, tells you to finish your wine, that it still ain’t that late.

And when the sun’s on your skin at 6am, he’s there watching you sleep, hoping you’ll say you’ll stay, even though you should probably leave.

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gar6agef1r3 · 1 year

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𝑬𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒚 𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒐

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s been days since you last saw Javier. While the two of you never talked about being anything more you couldn’t help but feel the sting of missing him.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Javier Peña x fem!reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW 18+ content ( mdni ), it’s porn idk what else you want me to say. not much plot, established relationship, cunnilingus, rough sex, p in v, pedro’s sexy little nose hitting your swollen little bud, face riding, dirty talking, peña being an absolute dog.

You never knew much about Javier Peña. What you did know is; he would never call before 11, he never talked about himself, and he knew exactly the right spots on your body that made you sing. It had been quite a few days since you last saw him and while you were used to seeing many different people in one day and then never seeing them again you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt by it. Javier was one of the few customers who would always find his way back to you whispering his sweet little nothings into the shell of your ear. And no matter how hard he pushed you’d never take his money.

It was late as the phone rang out, splitting through the silence. Allowing it to go to voicemail once you groaned unwillingly getting out of bed. Cross the length of your apartment to your kitchen you pulled the phone from off the wall rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Hola~?”

“Hola cariño.”

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness of your apartment finding the clock on the wall.

‘3:00 am’

“Ai ya… es tarde, Javi.”

“I know…”

There was a slight tremble in his tone a pregnant pause leaving you rubbing your right temple. How you wish you could resist him, yet no matter how hard you tried your body wouldn’t allow it. It craved him the way he craved you. Exhaling deeply into the phone you shook your head to scoff at yourself.

“The bed grows cold.”

You clicked the phone back against the wall ending the call.

20 minutes had passed when a knock pulled you from the kitchen. You hadn’t bothered to dress so your bare legs peaking from beneath your oversized T-shirt was somewhat of a comfort when you opened the door.

Javier stood quickly from his lent position against the doorframe. Plucking the cigarette from his mouth he flicked it somewhere into the hallway, a grin pulling at his lips from the sight of you. He looked tired, more so than usual as if he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were sunken in and his jawline was gently dusted in a five o’clock shadow.

"Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

You smiled up at him taking him gently by his shirt collar to pull him inside. Leading him to the living room you picked up a glass filled with brown liquor. Something that had become a habit for you was to always have a drink ready for him. He sat down on the couch sinking into the cushions with a groan. Taking the glass from you he thanked you before taking a sip of the liquid and setting it aside.

“I haven’t seen you in days.”

You were cautious about the way you delivered this trying not to sound bothered by it.

He tsked sitting up and reaching out for you. Cursing your body for caving into him so quickly you let your hands brush against his forearms, your fingertips caressing the rough skin.

“It’s been a rough couple of days, baby. I’m sorry I was gone so long.”

His voice was so buttery as he soothed you pulling him close between his legs. You could feel the strength of his arms wrapping around your waist the largeness of his hands pressing against the small of your back. He pressed the side of his face into your belly inhaling deeply as he gripped the fabric of your T-shirt slightly. Allowing yourself to embrace him, your hands lifted to his head. Your fingers ran through his hair earning a shallow breath from him.

Turning his head he placed a long kiss against your belly, his eyes peering up at you. You smiled softly brushing hair away from his face, your thumbs relaxing at his temples. Picking his head up slightly he rest his chin where his lips had just been. His hands moved lower to cup your ass in his hands gripping gently at the flesh. The small touch alone awoke a heat in the pit of your stomach. He noticed when your breath hitched and he let his thumbs press into the bare flesh of your ass.

“Javi~”

Your voice was nothing more than a desperate whisper. He was quick to stand pulling you up onto his waist in the same motion. You let out a small squeak wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands gripped your thighs tightly. The tips of his fingers were dangerously close to the creases between your thighs. Pressing your forehead against his he kissed you deeply and feverishly. His lips were hot on yours as you kissed back with the same intent. Licking at your bottom lip he pressed his tongue in dancing it with yours. The taste of him was intoxicating; cigarettes, whiskey, and spearmint.

The weight of him shifting as you kissed made you hold on tighter and before long he was laying you back against your bed. He was fast at working the buttons on his shirt casting it aside. Your eyes trailed his exposed torso as he lost his belt and jeans in suit.

“Sit up for me.”

With no hesitation, you did as you were told. He gingerly pulled the shirt from your body discarding it with the others leaving you in just your black lacey panties. You heard him moan low and quietly at the sight of your almost nude figure. His hand reached out to cup the right side of your face pulling your gaze up to meet his. His thumb slid over your bottom lip, your jaw going slack as you parted your lips for him. Letting the tip of your tongue graze his finger you opened your mouth further allowing it to slip in.

Swirling your tongue around his thumb, hollowing out your cheeks you watched as his mouth hung slightly agape. Leaning down, he pulled his thumb from your mouth kissing you. Slowly he lowered you back on the bed, his left hand pressing against your sternum. Pulling away from the kiss his lips trailed down your jawline and neck. Nipping at the skin in the crook of your neck you sucked in a sharp breath arching your back into his body. He liked this as you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

Slowly his kisses traveled downwards. Cupping his breasts in your hands he gave each of the nipples a kiss before taking one into his mouth. The pad of his tongue felt electrifying causing goose bumps to raise all over your body. Your hands found their way to his hair where they gripped at the strands. His teeth grazed over the flesh of your nipple making you moan out sweetly. Javier’s eyes flicked up to see your face watching the creases in your forehead from pleasure. Unlatching from one with a ‘pop’ he was quick to start on the other, your body completely under his control.

Soon his lips were leaving wet kisses against your bare stomach, his tongue running over your navel. Slipping off the bed in between your legs he gripped your thighs and roughly pulled you to the edge. You picked up your head to watch, his eyes were on you so dark filled with a hunger you knew you could only satisfy. You spread your legs for him, your core glistening with arousal.

“Goddamn… look at you. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

His lewd words made the apples of your cheeks darken with blush. Gently he kissed the inside of your thighs biting roughly at the flesh. You couldn’t help moaning out his name, your cunt aching for him. He obliged you, kissing your core, his eyes back on you as the tip of his tongue flicked at your clit. Your body jolted at the motion begging for more. Smirking the pad of his wet warm tongue slid into your folds lapping at the sensitive spots.

His hands were tight against your legs gripping you tighter so that the tips of his fingers were digging into your soft flesh. He hummed as he took your clit into his mouth sucking. The vibrations and sudden sucking made you gasp your hand shooting down to grab onto him. Gripping his hair earned another delicious hum from him, your belly swelling with warmth and tightening in pleasure. Taking his mouth from your now swollen clit he licked down your slit pushing his tongue into you as deep as he could. The tip of his nose pushed against your sensitive bud as he shook his head back and forth thrusting his tongue in and out of you.

“Oh, fuuuck~ Mm I-I’m going to cum Javi.”

The tone in your voice was so whiny and desperate that you hardly realized your body acting in tune with it. Gripping at his hair to hold him in place you rutted your hips up grinding against his face. He was pleased with this egging you on by working his tongue faster, his nose pressing against you harder. The knot tightening in your stomach only grew to an almost painful feeling and before too long you felt it unravel your head getting fuzzy as you rode his face through your orgasm.

“Mmm good fucking girl.”

You let go of his hair, your hand trailing down his face gently caressing him. With heavy eyes you looked at him, noticing the way his mustache glistened with your heat. Taking your hand he kissed your palm rising from the floor. Slipping his boxers off he cast them aside taking his length in his hand stroking it a few times as he leaned over you. When you kissed you could taste yourself on him.

He pulled you up into the middle of the bed climbing over top of you. When you pulled away your teeth caught his bottom lip making his breath heavy. His hands were very swift when he flipped you over onto your stomach. Smiling into the sheets you lifted your hips into the air for him, spreading your legs. He gripped at your ass giving it a hard swat that made you giggle. Leaning down he kissed your cheek spreading them apart. He groaned at the slight his thumb sliding over your puckering hole. Slowly he pushed it into you making you moan out gripping the sheets below you tightly.

“Wish you could see how you're sucking me in. Did you miss me?”

“Sí papi…”

Thrusting his thumb in and out of your hole for a moment he licked his lips watching the way it would disappear into you. Pulling it out he moved his hips closer to you, his hardened cock rubbing against you. Guiding the tip to your eager cunt he rubbed it against your slit before pushing into you. He was always gentle with you at first even when things were rushed. He liked the way your pussy would clench tightly around him as it adjusted to his cock. Pushing in slowly until he was hilted he gripped at your hips holding you still as you tried to move against him.

“Be still, wanna feel you…”

He kissed the area between your shoulder blades just slightly rocking his hips back and forth your gummy walls hugging his cock perfectly. Sitting up his hands were on your hips again as he began to make very shallow thrusts just barely letting the base of him escape from you. Arching your back further you did your best to stay still for him letting him take his time with you. After a moment his thrust got rougher pulling out of your cunt more before slamming back into you making you tighten around him with each thrust.

Soon he was much faster winding his hips back so far the tip of his dick was the only thing in you before snapping back pushing so far and deep into you, you thought you’d burst. With each thrust, he hit that spot deep inside of you that made you moan loudly. The wet squelching sounds of your pussy only made him rougher enjoying how crude they sounded. He grunted, thrusting faster, a hand coming up to grab at your hair pulling you up onto your hands.

The new angle made your pussy clench tightly around him, gripping his cock harder.

“Fuck, baby.”

His voice was dripping with an almost anger as he yanked you up all the way your back pressing against his broad chest. The sweat between the two of you made it very hard to keep you from slipping away from him so his hands wrapped around your body. One hand gripped at your breast tightly the other wrapped around your waist his fingers rubbing at your clit. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as his thrusts never faltered in speed for a second. Pumping into you faster he rubbed at your clit viciously, you could feel your slick begin to drip down your leg.

The tight warm feeling began to return in your stomach but this time it was much stronger. The need to cum beginning to feel like the need to breathe. He could feel your body react in that way and praised you for it.

“Going to cum for me, huh baby?”

“Hah~ yes! Yes!”

“You want it bad don’t you?”

“Mhmm Javi please…”

“Need daddy to make you feel good? Going to cum on daddy’s cock like the good little girl you are?”

You couldn’t muster words as your vision began to fuzz around the sides, your orgasm on the brink of ovespilling.

“Say it.”

“I’m going to cum daddy! Ah~ fuck I’m… I’m cumming ooooh fuck!”

He slapped against you roughly your swell exploding into overstimulated pleasure. He continued to fuck into you his thrusts getting sloppy as his own release grew closer. Pumping into you one last time he pushed as hard and deep as he could into your cunt. You felt the warmth gush from him inside of you painting your walls with his cum. He stayed planted inside of you holding you tightly to his body. Licking some of the sweat from your neck he kissed your shoulder before slowly pulling out his cum dripping from your pussy.

You winced at the lack of him feeling somewhat empty. He laid down on the bed beside you, pulling you down with him. Laying down on his chest he pulled you in close, holding you almost protectively as if you’d slip away from him. Closing your eyes you let your fingers trace shapes on his chest the two of your panting for breath.

“I needed you…”

“I know.”

There were words left unsaid, but you knew he had his reasons for withholding and for that moment it just felt good to have him there with you.

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igotanidea · 10 months

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(Heart)warming : Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Summary/request: cockwarming with Hotch(ner)

Warnings: well, the summary says it all, nothing explicit but still MDNI

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„Aaron?” her voice sounded so quiet and small in the empty, darkened room, lighted only by pinspot on his desk.

“Go back to bed” he mumbled, not looking up from the pile of files towering before him.

“You know I can’t sleep without you.” she whispered, taking one step closer. “Please Aaron.”

“Y/N…..” he sighed deeply and his calm, piercing eyes landed on her figure, immediately turning soft an loving. Y/N. His love. The one that was there for him despite everything, supporting, upholding, comforting after hard cases. Enduring all those lonely hours and nights without him, being left hanging whenever he was out, working with the team. And now, she was standing in front of him, wearing only an oversized T-shirt, her legs bare, eyes wide open despite the late hour, soft hair surrounding her pretty, but worried face like a halo. It was almost impossible to tell her no. But he had work “I have to finish this.” he hissed, eyes landing back on the documents.

“Aaron, baby.” She moved towards him even more. “You’ve been working too hard lately.”

“Comes with the specific of the job.”

“I know, baby.” She cooed, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at her “I’m not making you choose, you know that.”

“But?”

“How do you know there’s a but? she smiled lightly, caressing his skin, making him close his eyes in a pure bliss and lean into her touch

“I’m a …..”

“shhhh” she silenced him “you promised not to profile me. Ever.”

“sorry. Force of habits.” Hotch smirked and that face expression added to his boyish charm. The charm he fell for.

“but….” she trailed “there is a but coming.” Her shoulders dropped slightly “I miss you, babe.” She leaned forward slightly, brushing her soft lips over his and he did not stop her. “I barely see you, lately. And when I do you’re always worried or stressed or holding back your emotions. It’s bad for you.”

‘Y/N…..” he gasped as her mouth brushed over his jaw, the intimacy and care conveyed by those gentle touch like nothing he experienced for a while now. Long while.

“I know you can’t talk about the specifics of your work….” Her hand tangled in his hair, scratching at his nape “but I can’t stand you being so tense…. Not with me, Aaron.” She was getting bolder with every second he was not pushing her away. If anything, the way he was reacting to her touches and caresses only made her want more as without any hesitation she sat on his lap, capturing his lips in hers once more, both arms locking behind his neck, luring him in. Smiling happily as his hands circled over her waist, pulling her closer to him, moving up and down her sides and reciprocating with the passion she missed for the last weeks. “Aaron….” She let out a quiet moan feeling his excitement brush against her core.

“I love you.” he muttered against her jaw, one hand sneaking under her shirt, feeling her soft, smooth skin. The sensation incomparable with anything else. “I’m sorry,, sweetheart.”

“Don’t be….” She whispered, putting a finger on his lips, effectively silencing him “I knew what I was getting myself into when I met you. Just…..”

“What?” he asked, running the other hand through her soft hair, playing with the top button of the shirt, wanting nothing more than to get rid of that piece of clothing and spend the night with her. Loving her. Worshipping her. But as much as they both craved one another, they also knew he couldn’t do that. Not until the case was closed.

“Let me help you.” she gasped “Let me help you relax.”

“Baby….”

“You can still work on that.” Her hands travelled from his arms, down his chest, to his abs and found his belt, painfully slowly unfastening it, hole after hole, giving him a chance to stop her, to withdraw. He did not, absolutely hypnotized by everything she was doing “I don’t think this can distract you , can it, agent?” she raised an eyebrow, being done with the belt, slowly unzipping his pants. Hotch was definitely not going to say that out loud, but she was as hot and seductive as never before. And he wanted her. Strict, demanding and cold SSA Aaron Hotcher was gone, absolutely lost in the love she was giving him. Turning needy just for her.

“You are being awfully distracting now.” he pointed out, still not losing his cool outside.

“Do you want me to stop?” she pouted, her eyes landing on him, withdrawing her touch.

“I think we both started some business we need to finish, Y/N” he responded, pecking her lips and she got the hint immediately freeing his hard-on, already ready for her “can you behave?”

“Will you punish me if I don’t?” she breathed against his cheek. “Tell me what exactly will you do to me.”

“Y/N…..” he warned, tightening the grip on her.

“All right, all right. I get it. No teasing.” She let out a single laugh, the music to his ears and wriggled on his lap, squirming to get rid of her underwear.

“No teasing, huh?” Hotch raised an eyebrow at her behavior, his breath becoming a bit heavier.

“What? You said it, I got business to take care of. And that requires some additional working” she moved once more making him groan in need, smiled and raised her hand in which she was holding her panties “Ups!” she dropped them onto the floor “I think I lost something….”

“I am a patient man.”

“Really? So you want me to do all the work by myself?”

“Come here.” He ordered grabbing her hips, guiding her towards his cock. Only the tip dived in between her folds, but the sensation made them both moan in unison.

“Aaron…..”

“I missed you too, baby.” His eyes focused on her face, twisting in more pleasure the lower she was sinking. “You ready?”

“Yes… please….”

Giving all the control into his hands she let him enter and stretch her fully. It felt so good feeling him like this. So full. So complete with his love surrounding her like a warm blanket.

“I love you, Y/N….”

“I …. I love you too, my agent. Does this make you feel better?” she asked, so willing to help him, to ease all his pain.

“The best. Thank you love.” He kissed her again. And again. And again. Only with chaste pecks, worried than anything else may lead to some real action between them. And he really had to finish this job. And once again she got the hint.

“No, thank you.” Y/N shook her head. “I needed this too. Now, keep working baby. I got you. You got me.” She pulled herself closer to his chest, hugging him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder, feeling safe and loved while being so close to him. This was far better than any intercourse they could have. It was emotional, heartwarming and fulfilling. But she could not help planting a little, playful kiss on his cheek.

“Behave yourself…” he chucked and she nuzzled his neck with her nose.

“Sorry, can’t help it.” her deep breaths were calming him down a bit. Just because she was with him.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you more, Hotch.”

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zepskies · 5 months

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Until Morning

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: A quiet moment between you, Ben, and your newborn daughter.

AN: Welcome back to the BMD verse, lovelies! I know I promised a longer “family dynamics” one-shot after Strong as Blood, but let’s start with this.

**This can be read as standalone, but you can also find the chronological reading order of this series collection on the Break Me Down Masterlist.

Word Count: 650 Tags/Warnings: Fluff and comfort, new parent feels.

When Ben woke in the dark, your side of the bed was empty.

His eyes quickly adjusted, taking in the digital red numbers of the clock on his nightstand. It was a fucking ridiculous hour of the morning, but he soon realized what woke him up.

He heard the dulcet tones of your voice drifting from down the hall. Letting out a deep breath through his nose, he debated if it was worth getting out of bed.

But he heard his daughter make a sound of distress, followed by your gentle shushing.

Ben peeled back the warm comforter and got up.

He didn’t bother with a shirt and just padded out to the nursery down the hall in his sweatpants. He found you dressed in one of his old shirts and nothing else, a messy bun atop your head.

You were slowly pacing back and forth across the room with the baby cradled in your arms.

“If I didn’t care,” you sang, “more than words can say… If I didn’t care, would I feel this way?”

Ben crossed his arms and leaned against the open doorway. He watched you in silent contemplation; his sleep had once again been interrupted, but this felt right.

And once again, his entire world was in this room.

You glanced over and shot him a tired smile, but you kept singing until the infant fell asleep in your arms.

“Would my every prayer begin and end with just your name?” you continued. “And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare… Would all this be true, if I didn’t care for you?”

Your last notes fell softly on Delilah’s head, where you laid a gentle kiss. In your exhaustion, you didn’t realize that your husband was behind you until you felt his hand on the small of your back.

“She’s knocked out,” he said, keeping his voice low. “You can set her down.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder. You bit your lip, as you had tears brimming, threatening to trickle over and fall.

“I don’t want to,” you said. Emotion was clogged in your throat, in your shining, tired eyes.

Ben’s thumb soothed against your back.

“She’s all right," he said. "She's asleep. You need to do the same.”

You probably hadn't slept a full night since before getting home from the hospital weeks ago.

You sniffed, trying not to succumb to the sheer feeling of overwhelming in your chest. You knew Lila would be fine if you put her back down, but you also couldn’t help the need you felt to hold her close and know that she was safe with you.

More than anything, you didn’t want to mess this up. You didn’t want to miss a moment where she might need you.

With a short sigh, Ben grasped your shoulder and guided you back with him. Not to the bedroom, but to the plush rocking chair in the corner of the nursery.

He sat down first, then guided you into his lap. His arm wrapped around your waist and tucked you in close. His free hand went to brush over Lila’s downy hair, which was already as brown as his. And he cradled her as well, supporting your hold.

You allowed yourself to relax against his warm chest with a sigh. He rocked the chair back and forth until you too fell asleep, along with your daughter.

Ben brushed back your messy hair away from your forehead, where his lips lingered. He ended up dozing off a little, but mostly he stayed awake.

He made sure you and Lila both slept until morning.

AN: 🥹 Do you guys like the name Delilah "Lila" for short? I did a lot of deliberating and that was the name I settled on.

BMD Fun Facts:

Lila is the heroine's name in the OC version of this story on Ao3.

There's a nice little callback to "If I Didn't Care" by the Ink Spots.

And with the title, there's a sort of callback to BMD Part 7 - "Until Midnight." 😆

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garoujo · 11 months

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✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — you think it’s cute how much your boyfriend seems to enjoy your cuddles.

warnings! none! sfw & ticklish lil spoon nagi, hes written as a pro football player in this. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! i’m sorry i just had to get this soft lil scenario out of my mind <3

as big as your boyfriend nagi is, 190cm and looming — a pro football player with the physique to match, you thought it was cute the way he loved being little spoon.

there was something charming about it, about the way he always seemed to flop down next to you when you were lying in your shared bed — reaching blindly behind him until he can grab hold of your wrist and pull it around his waist instead. you push yourself closer and you hear the snowy haired striker sigh when your chest presses against his back, snug and tight.

“you sleepy, seishiro?” your voice is light, a little dreamy and it makes nagi’s eyelashes flutter with his next slow blink, nodding into his pillow as his hand stays wrapped tightly around yours to keep you in place around him. “was practice hard?” you ask again, squeezing your arms around your boyfriends waist and he shudders before he’s nuzzling himself even closer to you.

“eh, yeah. all the running is such a drag. jus’ wanna relax now.” his words are muffled from where his cheek is pressed against the pillow but you still hear him mumble something affirming under his breath when your hand traces under the hem of his shirt, letting your fingernails smooth along the plains of his toned abdomen as he whimpers. “hey, keep doing that. just for a while, feels sooo good.”

so you do, you push yourself closer until your lips are pressed against the dip of nagi’s shoulder, bathing the striker in featherlight touches along his chest and stomach until his breathing turns a little softer. your hands trace to his sides and he twitches slightly at the ticklish touch before he’s groaning and sending you a drowsy, lidded look and a pout from over his shoulder. “ah, that’s mean.”

“you’re ticklish?” you giggle as you press your lips into your boyfriends neck from behind and he presses back into you again before he’s turning to send you another look, one that you recognise as a wordless little request for a kiss despite the way his messy bed head rests along his features.

“nah, ‘m not.” nagi huffs against your lips when you lean in but he almost whines when you pull away a few moments later, his hand around your own squeezing slightly like he’s trying to bring you back into him. “why’d you stop? no fair.” he sighs followed by another pout and you can’t help but smile at how needy he seems to get when he’s sleepy before you’re giving him another.

“okay~” you sing into the next kiss but the tender moment only lasts a second longer before you’re deliberately swiping your fingers along your boyfriends sides again, laughing when it makes him jolt slightly followed by a long, drawn out huff.

“ow, y’re such a pain.” you feel nagi pull your hand away from him before his huge figure is turning to face you, sleepy features pulled into the cutest frown before his arms are looping around your waist and he’s pulling you close so he can nuzzle into the crook of your neck instead.

“you’re so mean!” you reply and you hear him grumble something into your skin when you pinch at his before its followed by a featherlight press of his lips against your collarbone, like he’s doing damage control despite the way your words were a joke. but he’s sleepy and you’re warm so he’s just trying to make you feel better anyway.

“don’t you want dinner?” you already know what the answers going to be so you busy yourself with brushing through his hair, making his eyes close softly as his lashes kiss along your skin with each of his slow blinks. his hands push under the hem of your shirt and you think it’s cute the way he seems to instinctively draw little shapes into your skin, wobbly hearts and little choki outlines that seem to grow messier the more he melts into you. but they keep his hands busy when he’s not playing video games.

“nah, jus’ wanna cuddle here for the rest of the day, ‘m comfy now so moving would be bothersome.”

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fangisms · 5 months

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HEYY so I love your writing and have been stalking your account since yesterday 🤭 I checked and I saw ur request were open so I figured I’d shoot my shot and send a request but if you’re not interested it’s totally fine !!

I saw that you don’t have Harry on ur master list so idk if you take request for him? So I won’t request smth for him here but if you do write for him pls lmk !!

Ok now my actual request, can you write smth for Theodore Nott x fem!reader where reader is like tough and usually goes against the grain of what other people are doing and for once she decides to actually go to a party when a Some Guy starts hitting on her and she’s like obviously very not into it Theo confronts the guy and gets into a fight with him.

Like maybe they’ve known each other since they were young and when they got to hogwarts they grew apart bc they were in different houses but Theo has been like hardcore crushing on her for years lol. And like after he gets into the fight she cleans him up in the bathroom and is all like “you didn’t have to do that I can take care of myself” and he’s all like “yah I know” but feeling smug bc she’s blushing or smth and he’s all happy bc yah it’s been a while but maybe he still has a chance and doesn’t just have to watch her from afar forever 🤭

SORRY this is so long but I have been having Theo brain rot and this idea has been floating in my head for a couple days now

respectable fisticuffs

A/N: yk what i didn’t think i would but i WILL write for harry, send it in anon 🫂 also this request is so good pls gif cred: @possession

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Non-Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Battered and bruised, Theo misses you like hell and now seems like a great time to tell you. 1.5k words

Warnings: fluff, theo gets in a physical fight, unsolicited flirting, cursing, tw blood/wounds, kissing, lots of ‘bellissima’, soo much pining

"What's she doing here?" Mattheo welcomes Pansy with a kiss on the cheek, leering at you like he's amused by your presence.

"I convinced her to show up, so pretty please don't scare her away," Pansy coos, patting him on the shoulder before disappearing towards the couches.

"It’s a your lucky day," he huffs, guiding you towards the sound of drunken laughter and song. "I know someone who's dying to see you."

"Don't we all," you tease. By the looks of it, he's leading you into the belly of the beast—a group of Slytherin boys crowded around a brassy gramophone. "So, who exactly is dying to see me?"

"Don’t play dumb, sweetheart... you know who," he whispers before slinking off to find a drink.

"Mattheo!" you shout, "Coglione." Maybe you should hunt Pansy down. She's the one who forced you to come after all, she deserves to bear witness to your misery.

Theo had no idea you were coming. If he had, he might've tried a little harder to impress. You look just as beautiful as the last time you ignored him, and it's not helping his crush in the slightest. Over the years, he's grown a real talent for watching you from afar. Since the sorting hat took you away from him, it's all he can do any more, and suffice to say, he misses you like hell even now.

As he's mulling it over in his head, you glance over at him. He thinks your gaze will dart away like it always does while he take a drag of his cigarette. But you wave. You hold up your hand and wave. At him. And he nods back like some nonchalant idiot. He loves the way your eyes always seem to sparkle just before you look away.

Theo waits until you've visibly relaxed to approach you. And just as he's mustering up the courage to leave his chair, Graham Montague spills his drink down your shirt.

"Shit," Graham pants, stumbling forward and clasping onto your waist for dear life. He looks down at your top—or rather, down your top—and chuckles to himself. "Might actually be an improvement."

"You smell like piss," you say. He palms your shoulder and laughs, leaning closer to mumble low in your ear.

"Does that mean you like it?" His fingers flex against your collar bone and trail up the length of your neck. You want to vomit.

Just then, his body falls limp to the ground with a thud, and you gasp, turning to see Theo looming beside you.

"Theo!" you shout, but he gently sweeps you aside, falling to his knees and taking a fistful of Graham's soiled collar.

"Get off of me—ow, prick," Graham whines, clawing at Theo's shoulder and reaching to scratch at his face. Theo slams his back hard against the floorboards with a sharp inhale before landing a punch to his face. Graham lets out a yelp and whimpers when Theo stands above him. Theo presses his boot to the palm of Graham's hand.

"Go near her again, and you'll lose your hand entirely," Theo seethes. Mattheo finally yanks him away with a snicker, guiding him to the stairwell. But not before Theo shouts, "Mangia merde e morte."

"Alright, dickhead, I think you've made your point," Mattheo says, squeezing Theo's shoulders as his eyes zip back and forth wildly, looking any and everywhere he can.

"Where is she?"

"Calm down—"

"Mattheo, you know where she is. Tell me," he huffs. If it weren't for the haunted look in his eye, Mattheo would've kept his mouth shut. But he knows how bad his friend needs this. How bad he needs you.

"She's upstairs. Told her she could borrow our bathroom."

"Sei come un fratello per me, thank you," Theo whispers.

"Yeah, yeah," Mattheo says, "you owe me one." Theo leaves him a kiss on the cheek before taking the steps two at a time.

The light from the boys' bathroom seeps through the crack in the door. It's the only light in the whole dorm, and he can see your shadow as it crosses back and forth. He feels like he's out on the field before a championship game or about to take an exam he didn't study for. His hands feel weak when he reaches for the doorknob.

He presses his ear to the door before opening it any further. "May I come in?"

You shuffle around, and he hears you approach the door on tender foot. He can't take the way you open the door and stand back like you're faced with some predator. He hasn't spoken to you in so long, all he wants is to wrap his arms around you and never let go.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Theo?" you say, shutting the door behind him as he goes to sit on the closed toilet seat.

"Don't say that," he says, carding his fingers through his hair. He groans at the pain shooting up his fingers.

You look over him softly. Subtly, so he won't notice, but he's gotten good at noticing you.

"Are you hurt?"

He looks at his knuckles, sprinkled with blood, and feels for the scrape on his cheek.

"No—"

He doesn't have time to explain himself before you're kneeling at his side, dabbing a cold towel against his jaw and tilting his chin up.

"It's worse than you think, Theo," you hum, pressing the damp cloth to the column of his neck as he swallows.

"It's nothing I can't handle."

"You idiot," you say. He hisses when you hold his jaw and turn his head, wiping the shallow gash on his cheek. Most of the blood is not his, which is a good sign. That doesn't stop you from wanting to yell at him, though. He can tell with the way you're frowning as you wet the dried blood on his warm skin.

"I had it under control, you know,” you say.

He can't help but smile at your determination. He always admired that about you. Too stubborn for your own good. And his.

"I know."

Your eyes drift across his brow, narrowly avoiding the eye contact he so craves. He drinks in the curve of your lashes, the sweetness of your cheek, the way your thigh is pushed against his knee.

"He was harmless. And drunk. And you should’ve known better."

"I know," he huffs. You toss the pink-tinged towel into the bowl of the sink.

"We're not kids anymore, I don't need you to protect me." You stay knelt at his feet, focused on your knees digging into the cold tile. It makes you sad to think about you and him like this. You used to be friends. Best friends, in fact, the kind of friends adults would say were 'joined at the hip'. You used to cry over being sorted into different houses, but you got over it. That's life. You figured he moved on and so should you. Maybe neither of you moved on in the end.

"Look at me." His voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you meet his soft green eyes.

"Bellissima..."

"You are such an idiot," you huff. Theo looks down at you like he's been waiting to all his life. Like he's been cursing that very first day since it happened.

"I miss you," he coos, fingers twitching where they're rested on his knees. "I miss having you close to me."

"That's not fair."

"Not fair?"

You look away. "No."

"How?"

Oh, and you hate the way he smiles when he knows he's about to get what he wants. He knows exactly how to get you flustered. That's exactly why he was your first kiss. And your second.

"Come on, bellissima... tell me you miss me," he whispers, leaning his elbows onto his knees to be closer to you. To have his nose brush the tip of your own. He craves the shape of your mouth now more than ever.

Then you look at him. Him and his dastardly grin, how the charm pours out of him in gobs. The hair sweeping across his forehead and how you always catch him looking at you how he is now. Innocent and longing. Like you’re beautiful. Like you’re his again.

“Of course I miss you,” you sob, reaching out to cup his face in your hands, “I miss you, Theo.”

“Oh, bella,” he says, fitting himself into your arms, knees pressed to either side of your own as he slides to the floor. You shudder against his body, and he holds you tighter. “I never want to be without you.”

You pull away just to look at him, his face, the way time has changed him. He has his hands on your waist when you lean in to kiss his cheek. His eyes flutter closed and he waits for another. You swipe your thumb where you’d just pressed your lips, and you kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiles, eyes still gently shut as he manouvres his fingertips to the curve of your bottom lip. And you kiss him.

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cosmicanakin · 3 months

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hazy bliss.

adult content | minors do NOT interact

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. after a long week apart, vinnie's weed stash and his kisses melts away any stress.

contains. smoking, marijuana, smut, fingering, heavy use of pet names ( princess baby pretty girl etc ), overstimulation, aftercare.

authors note. have yall seen the videos of vinnie in milan for the prada show???? lord have merthyyyyy. he looked so fucking YUMMY with his slutty itty bitty waist. anywayyyy! here's another vinnie + smoking sesh fic as promised ;)

you've been busy with work all week and haven't gotten to see your boyfriend vinnie for almost a full seven days. and it's definitely been taking its toll on both of you. so late last night you sent him a text asking if he had any weed left and wanted to come over after his long day of filming for a smoke sesh, knowing it would help relax you both.

waking up this morning to a text from him saying he was on his way over lifted your spirits instantly. you tidied up your place as quickly as possible, putting on some lowkey music in the background to get in a chill mood. just as you finished fluffing the blankets and pillows on your couch, you heard the doorbell ring.

bounding over excitedly, you swung it open to reveal your handsome boyfriend standing there holding a backpack and wearing his signature beanie pulled low over his messy curls. "hey baby," he greets with a grin, eyes lighting up upon seeing you. you throw your arms around his neck in a tight squeeze, inhaling his familiar woodsy cologne you've missed so much.

"i'm so glad you're here," you mumble into his hoodie, feeling vinnie's arms come around your waist to hold you close. after a long moment he pulls back to press a lingering kiss to your lips with a contented hum. "me too, pretty girl. i've been craving your company all week." taking his hand, you lead vinnie inside to the living room.

sitting him down on the plush couch, you rummage through the bag for the goods as vinnie kicks off his shoes to get comfortable. you grab his grinder and roll up a fresh joint, handing it to him along with the lighter. leaning back against your boyfriend's broad chest with a pleased sigh, you let vinnie spark the flame and take the first hit before passing it to you.

inhaling deeply, you hold it in as usual before blowing billowing smoke up toward the ceiling with a happy sigh. your body starts melting into vinnie automatically, feeling his arms come around your middle to hold you close as you pass the blunt between you. you chat lazily about everything and nothing, catching up on the mundane details of your days apart.

time slips away as the weed helps dull your mind and heavy lids start drooping, relaxation seeping into stressed muscles. a comfortable silence settles over you both as vinnie thumbs gently at your waist under your shirt, lips pressing lazy kisses into your hair. you set the blunt aside on the coffee table, content for the moment to simply exist here wrapped in his embrace.

a light shiver runs through your body from the pleasant tingles washing over you from vinnie's tender caresses. you can feel his growing interest pressing into your lower back, eliciting a low hum of approval. tilting your head back against his broad shoulder, you meet vinnie's lidded gaze before leaning up to capture his parted lips slowly.

his hands slide up under your top to glide appreciatively over sensitized skin, igniting sparks wherever he explores. vinnie's mouth moves to leave open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck, evoking breathy sighs of pleasure. "i've missed you so much, y/n," he rumbles against your flushed skin. you eagerly help him tug your top off before attacking his hoodie zipper.

with eager hands you undress each other down to bare skin, exploring familiar planes with renewed fervor after your long absence. vinnie's tongue swipes expertly at taut nipples, taking his time lavishing them until you're panting and squirming in his lap. his thick length prods teasingly at your slick entrance, making you whimper and rock down desperately to take more of him.

vinnie stills your hips with strong hands and kisses along your chest tattoos adoringly. "slow down, baby. we've got all night," he purrs, eyes dark with longing. you nod shakily, threading your fingers through his dark curls and urging his mouth back to yours hungrily. vinnie shifts to lift you easily, legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom.

gently laying you out among the rumpled sheets, vinnie settles between your thighs, palms caressing worshipfully up your curves. you seize handfuls of blanket on either side anxiously waiting for his next touch to drive you mad. his fingers tease your dripping cunt for torturous moments before two long digits slide smoothly inside. you keen helplessly at the fullness, walls fluttering needily around him.

vinnie pumps his fingers leisurely, stretching your entrance as his thumb toys with your swollen clit. "fuck baby, you feel so good around me," he praises earnestly, eyes trained intently on your writhing form coming undone below him. every flick and curl sends waves of ecstasy crashing through your body until you feel yourself tumbling over the edge with a cry, walls clamping down in a pulsing rhythm.

your boyfriend leans up to kiss you sweetly through your quaking orgasm, savoring your blissed expression of euphoria. vinnie speeds up his ministrations to keep you hovering on the edge. then stops to position his thick length at your oozing entrance, eyes locking onto yours sincerely.

"i love you so much, princess," vinnie whispers before gradually sliding into your welcoming heat. you gasp in unison, his girth stretching you deliciously full once more. a few heartbeats pass adjusting to the intimate joining as vinnie showers your face in tender kisses, worshipping your beauty. when you nod, he pulls back slowly only to sink deeper with agonizing precision.

building a powerful rhythm, vinnie gives you every inch as his hips roll expertly, angling to hit that sweet spot with each pass. you moan wantonly into the slick skin of his shoulder, nails raking down broad shoulders and back sure to leave marks. the drag of your walls milking his length expertly pushes vinnie closer to the edge much too soon in his lust-filled state.

his fingers find your pearl swollen and straining once more, rapidly working it towards another euphoric fall. vinnie's breath hitches and stutters out in coarse grunts as he feels your orgasm crashing in, dragging his own release by the hair. "come for me sweet girl," he growls in your ear, hips snapping sharply a few more times before stilling buried deep as his release hits hard.

vinnie trembles and shakes through his high, fingers still methodically working your cunt until you're mindlessly keening and thrashing from overstimulation. he lets you ride out what seems your third or fourth high of the night against his heaving chest, worshipping your sweat-slick form with gentle caresses and sweet nothings murmured into your hair.

once you both come down from cloud nine, vinnie lifts you easily in his arms to carry you over to your en-suite bathroom for a shower. he washes you tenderly from head to toe, rinsing sweat from your sated muscles now jelly-like and replete. after drying off, he bundles you in fresh fluffy towels, kissing along your damp shoulder lazily before you head to bed for well-earned rest.

sliding under cool sheets, you curl into vinnie's waiting arms, forehead pressed to his as you smile contentedly. "i love you so much, vinnie. thank you for coming over to relax with me," you murmur tenderly. vinnie beams, cupping your cheek to plant his signature kiss to your lips softly. "no where else i'd rather be, princess. you're the best medicine to all my stress."

drifting off peacefully wrapped in your boyfriend's tender embrace, you know he'll be by your side through anything as long as you have each other. nothing washes worries away quite like vinnie's unconditional love and care shown through gentle intimacy. you've missed him terribly all week but now drifting off sated in his arms, you know nothing could tear you apart.

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fir3ylolol · 6 months

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i had an idea…i’ve been thinking A Lot about that one johnny cage skin with the red shirt where he has the forearm tattoos…. maybe they’re those long lasting temporary ones and he has them on for a movie? and reader is realllllly into them

place beyond the pines

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: your boyfriend comes home, with a couple of new additions 0.0

tw: vaginal penetration, fingering, afab reader, gn reader, slightly dirty talk, groping, established relationship, sloppy makeout, smut, shameless smut

a/n: im alive! ive beaten a cold, finally. glad to write again! it's almost break for me, so i'm gna try to stay consistent. and if not…don't be mad at me pls. ALSO check out my works in progress post linked in my pinned to see what's to come ;P

word count: 1.15 k

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The front door shuts firmly, and you perk up at the sound. That sound means only one thing: your boyfriend is home. He’s not usually home at this hour, so you’re really excited to see him more after a long, lazy day in sweatpants and baggy t-shirts. But as you rush out to see him, you’re stopped by the sight in front of you. There, standing by the doorway, is Johnny, in a tight red compression shirt with the sleeves pushed up. On his exposed forearms, you see black and white American Traditional tattoos, interlaced with a snake twisting its way up his arm. You’re caught off-guard, frozen across the room from him as he puts his keys down on the entry table.

He turns to face you, with a wide but tired smile. But he notices your still state and his face drops slightly in confusion. He walks over, shaking your shoulders lightly. “Love? You ok there?” You snap out of it, shaking your head as you do. “Yeah, sorry, I just…what are those?” You shakily reach your arms out to trace down the patterns. He lifts them to meet your hands, smile returning, “Don’t you think they’re cool? They’re just temporary, but it’s for that movie I was just cast in. You know, ex-cons tend to have tattoos so,” he gestures with his head. You start to fluster further, feeling the warmth of his skin under the intricate patterns and artwork. Finally, the gears start turning in his head and he laughs lightly. “You like them, don’t you?” Your head bolts up, embarrassed that you were so blatantly called out. You shake your head rapidly, stepping back slightly. “No, I just think the art is cool!” He steps forward, smirking at how flustered you are, lightly grabbing your wrist.

“Really? Because it feels like you think it's hot, and it’s flustering you,” his other hand coming up to cup your face tenderly. You try to turn it into a joke, pushing past his touch to walk towards the kitchen. “Come on, stop playing. You must be hungry, ri-” You’re abruptly cut off as that familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist and hold you in place. You’re about to protest until you hear a gravely quiet voice in your ear, “You’re a shit liar, you know.” Suddenly, your feet no longer touch the ground, being carried towards the couch with little to no say. You would fight it but…you don’t really want to. Your eyes are locked on the sight of them, art straining against the veins that pop out of his skin as he constricts around you. You feel him slowly sit down, grip on you still tight as you end up on his lap. You expect him to ease up, but when has Johnny ever gone easy? You notice his hold on you loosening, but his hands start to travel. One traces its way up your chest, reaching your head and gently holding your jaw. The other slips towards your waistband, fingers moving teasingly slow. He leans his head forward, warm breath against your ear as he whispers, “I had a pretty long day…wanna help me relax, baby?” Overwhelmed slightly by him, you nod against his hold on your face.

You watch as his inked hand slides lower, not as teasing anymore. But he loves to put on a show, and he shuffles your sweatpants off slightly. His voice, slightly louder this time, rasps out, “Gotta make sure you can see the whole show.” Helping direct your head down, you watch as his fingers circle against your clit. You jolt at the feeling, but his grip on you tightens slightly, keeping your back pressed into his strong chest. You’re slightly dizzy, watching as he sinks one finger inside you, hand tensing at the feeling. You can feel a heavy sigh from him, as he continues to curl in and out of you. His thumb reaches up, returning to sit comfortably against your clit again. As he moves, speed increasing bit by bit, you can’t help to whine out. The sight of his detailed art disappearing inside you, the feeling of his rough thumb moving so softly. As he slides another finger in, a gentle moan slipping out, he lifts your head again. He tilts it back, resting it against his shoulder. You watch with half-lidded eyes as he brushes your face off, his face barely visible from your angle. But he never stops, steady pace as you squirm at the sensation. But his free hand shows up again, clinging to your chest. It’s as if he’s holding himself back from moving at a ruthless pace, but he can only hold so much back. You can hear murmurs echoing through his throat against your right ear, incoherent, but very much through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, he’s speeding up more, his hand on your chest loosening slightly. At the angle of your head, you can’t muffle yourself, louder and louder moans as his hand starts to grab and massage your chest. You can hear him clearer now, voice carrying better, “God, look at you. You look so good like this, spread out just for me. You feel so good, baby, shit.” You can feel him growing sloppier, and more impatient than before. But you’re not far from cumming, your hands desperately searching for purchase. One latches to his thigh under you, and the other on his wrist, moving as he pumps his fingers inside you. You help guide him slightly, shuddering as he touches the exact right spot. You’re nearly seeing stars, but you lift your head, letting it flop forward. His entire arm is moving at this point, both flexing at the effort he’s exerting. As you manage to gasp out that you’re close, the hand on your chest lets go and shoots back to your jaw. He turns your head, angling in back and to the side, as his lips collide with yours. His kisses are as sloppy as his moves, desperate for more of you than there is. Your grip tightens and you feel him groan into your mouth at the feeling. That does it, a harsh flinch as you cum around his fingers. Both of you are moaning at this point, unable to break the kiss. You’re not sure which voice is yours anymore as it echoes through your head. But as he removes his fingers, you break the kiss, taking a deep breath as you rest your head against his shoulder again. You hear as he brings the drenched fingers to his mouth, wanting to get every last bit of you as possible. But it only lasts so long, as he removes them with a quiet, “Ew, these things taste bad.” After a pause, he scrambles to clarify himself, “Not you! The tattoos! They taste bad, not you.”

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heeliopheelia · 7 months

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"there's nothing i'd change about you. i love every single part of you" (niki x reader)

genre: fluff, comfort fic word count: 0.6k requested by @im-yn-suckers ♡

a/n: i felt like writing something lighter tonight so here we go with kinda reversed comfort fic!! i'm working on the next hee drabble as i'm posting this one, so if everything goes well i'll finish the 1k event this week!!

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A frown makes it way on your face as you check the clock and realize it's been fifteen minutes since your boyfriend's finished his shower. He's been in a foul mood ever since he's come back home, visibly exhausted and irked by every smallest thing on his way. He spat some harsh words at you too, but the instant regret flashing in his eyes each time let you know that he didn't mean them at all.

So you did your best to give him the much needed space, knowing that nothing helps him clear his head more than some time alone, but after such a long time of absolute silence coming from across the hall, you can't help but feel slightly worried.

You call out to him softly and when you get nothing in response, you make your way into the bathroom where Riki is. You tilt the door open and take a peak inside the steamy room, only to feel your heart dropping at the sight of your boyfriend slouching in front of the mirror, hands braced on each side of the sink as his head is hanging lowly, eyelids squeezed shut.

Your eyes soften immediately at the miserable sight and without a shadow of hesitation, you walk towards him.

"You okay, babe?" You put on your most comforting tone as you wrap your arms around his torso from behind. "You've been beating yourself up for a while now, hm? Tell me what's on your mind, handsome?"

"It's just–," he cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his face. "I know I can be a lot sometimes. And I'm sorry that you have to deal with all of that so often. You must be tired of this shit by now."

You frown slightly, pulling your head away slightly to press a kiss to his shoulder blade.

"Hey, don't say stuff like that. It's okay, everyone lets their emotions unleash from time to time, it's normal. Would be hard for one to stay perfect all the time," you hum quietly, squeezing his waist a little tighter. "But there's nothing I'd change about you anyway. I love every single part of you. Especially the parts that you love about yourself the least."

Riki breathes out a heavy sigh and finally lets himself relax into you a little bit as the guard that he's kept so high up absolutely crumbles. You can see how exhausted he looks now, the usual playful glimmer abandoned his now nearly dull eyes couple days ago. You slip your hands underneath his shirt and run your warm hands over his abdomen in hopes of bringing him some source of comfort.

"I could never get tired of you," you let out a quiet whisper after another moment of silence, and rest your cheek on his back. "Just because you're not smiling and laughing all day long doesn't mean you're suddenly undeserving of my love, Riki. I love you just as much as I did last week – if not even more."

At that, your boyfriend finally pushes himself off the counter and turns around to draw you in closely into his arms. Leaning down, he buries his face in your hair and holds you tightly as his head buzzes with all the love he carries for you.

"Thank you," he murmurs, hand caressing your hair gently, "for always being here. You're my little angel, you know that, don't you?"

You hum quietly and raise to your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "And I'll always stay here. And you will start trying to let me in a little more, okay? It's you and me against the problem – not you against me. Promise me?"

Riki looks at your outstretched pinky finger for couple seconds before intertwining it with his and lifting it up to his lips to seal the pledge with a kiss.

"I promise."

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theemporium · 6 months

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It was supposed to be an innocent meeting.

You were a good student—an excellent one even. You chose your classes wisely, you didn’t let your grade drop and fluctuate much. You were sweet to your professors, you volunteered when you had free time, you excelled in your extracurriculars. You were the model student, the kind of student that other college students envied because you made it look so easy even if it was far from it.

Professor Sebastian Vettel’s class on apiology was right up your alley. You knew you were leaning more towards the environmental sciences for your major, but it also worked well with the credits you needed for the semester. And maybe it sounded a little cocky, but you didn’t think you would have much trouble in the class of one of the university’s most beloved professors.

But you were wrong.

You were struggling. You were struggling badly and it was starting to affect your overall grade for the year. And after receiving a disappointing mark on the last paper, you had sent Professor Vettel a pleading email for any extra credit projects that could help you boost your grade up.

You tried not to feel disheartened when he replied that he doesn’t really do extra credit projects, but he advised you to visit his office on a Thursday night, just after his office hours. He told you he could see your potential and he just wanted to help a bright student shine in a class where you could be excelling in.

You didn’t hesitate to accept his offer, thanking him immensely when you did.

You tried to ignore the way your heart stuttered when you walked through his office door after knocking, finding him sitting behind his desk. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned and exposing his chest, his sleeves were rolled to his elbows and, maybe it was the ambient light of the lamp beside him, but he looked far more casual and relaxed than he did in his classes.

He greeted you with a soft smile and gestured towards the seat across from where you quickly settled down, tucking your hands under your thighs as you tried to ease the tightness in your chests.

You hadn’t even meant to daze out when he started going over your last paper, but his words were going in one ear and out the other, and you just couldn’t focus on the words coming out his mouth when your eyes were so focused on the shape of his lips as he moved. It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realise he had stopped speaking, just looking at you expectantly as you flushed under his gaze.

“Come here.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Come here,” he repeated again as he nodded towards his side of the desk. “I think it will help you to understand your mistakes if we look over it together.”

“I—” You started but you cut yourself short as you hesitantly stood up, making your way around the desk. You paused as you stood by his seat, keeping your hands together as you glanced down at his laptop before glancing back at him. “Should I move a seat—”

“Sit down,” he said, his voice soft and commanding.

Your brows furrowed together. “What?”

“Sit down,” Sebastian repeated, his eyes darting down to his lap before looking back at you. “I won’t repeat myself.”

And maybe you should have just walked out of the office. Or even drag a chair around like you assumed he would want you to do. Maybe you should have done a lot of other logical things, but logic was never your forte when you were around Professor Vettel.

You cautiously lowered yourself onto his lap, perched on the edge like you were afraid to fully put your weight on him. And he let that slide—for a while at least.

But as the minutes passed, his hands went from resting on the armrests to casually holding onto your waist. He leaned forward to point something out on his laptop, his lips right by your ear as he spoke but when he sat back, he pulled you back with him until your back was flushed against his chest.

And despite your better judgement, you couldn’t help but give into every single one of his touches.

“You’re squirming.”

You blinked, feeling your cheeks burn as you rose to stand up. “I’m sorry—”

His grip tightened on your waist, keeping your ass pressed against him. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he continued, his thumbs rubbing up and down in a soothing movement. “I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

“I am, sir.”

His hands fisted the material of your skirt in his hands. “Are you?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt his warm palms on your thighs. “Sir—”

“Is there a problem?” He asked, his voice dropping a little as you resisted the urge to clench your thighs together.

“Should we be doing this?” You whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?” Sebastian retorted.

“No,” you said, a little high-pitched and whiny as your hand darted out to grip his wrist, to keep his hands on you. “Don’t…don’t stop.”

Because you didn’t want him to stop even if a part of you knew it was wrong. You didn’t want him to stop as his hands trailed up your thighs and under your skirt. You didn’t want him to stop as his fingers lightly teased you over your cotton panties. You didn’t want him to stop as he slowly slid your panties down your legs until they pooled at your ankles, his fingers buried deep inside you before you could even kick them off.

“Please,” you sobbed, your face tucked into the crook of his neck as you squirmed on his lap. But he didn’t give in.

“You wanted to discuss your paper,” Sebastian said, lightly slapping your inner thigh until your teary eyes were focused on his laptop screen again. “Don’t be greedy now, schatz.”

“Sir,” you whined, your hips bucking against his palm but he didn’t move his fingers.

“Good girls only get to come when they do their work,” Sebastian continued, trying to bite back his smirk as you leaked down his wrist and your own thighs. “Do you want to be a good girl?”

You nodded, whimpering.

“Then, focus on the screen. And then maybe I’ll let you come, if you’re a good student f’me, yeah?”

And it was far from the last paper you would meet Professor Vettel to discuss in his office after his office hours.

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koiiiiijiii · 14 days

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windbreaker characters & their perverted, nasty habits pt.3 (last one)

tw : sexual topics, somnophilia, darcryphillia, bondage, hard dom, power play, mastirbation (m! receiving)

incl. : sung kwon, juhwan, hyouma, ryohei, mahon (honorable mention of kazuma and sangho🤭)

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sung kwon - somnophilia

he likes when you stay at his place, especially when you wear his clothes and fall asleep during watching movies. you look so cute, snuggling into blankets and pillows, in weak warm lights of lamp near his bed and lights from tv. his shirt on you is pulled up, revealing a perfect view of your ass and tummy. as usual, you pulled one leg higher and stretched yourself on pillows. it always seems so sexy to sung, you are relaxed and calm in your sleep, bonus points if you open your mouth sweetly and your lips look even more attractive and welcoming. and sung being good boyfriend he is, don’t want to wake you up from your sleep, but that last scene from movie was too hot, and your position look too sexy and welcoming, he can easily extend his hand to your tummy and then directly in your panties, while rubbing his hips on your ass. and he always growl harder when he hears your sleepy moan. he likes to slowly pulling down your panties, trying not to wake you up, slowly rubbing your bare pussy with his big palm, then use only two fingers to find your clit, to make you even more wet, while his chest pressed against your spine, and his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder, listening to all your small, sleepy moans. sung likes to slowly pulling his dick in your wet crack and trying his best to be gentle and quiet, but gosh you squeezing him so tight and warm that he loses himself and end up waking you up with enormous thrusts and a low growls. another his favorite thing - wake you up with his tongue between your legs. sung is master of using his tongue especially when it comes to your pleasure.

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juhwan - nursing handjob

there was something about the way you sat on the side of the bed, squeezing his cock in your hand while he payed extra attention to your boobs, sucking and squeezing them desperately. juhwan doesn’t care about your boobs size, they can be big, small, different forms, he doesn’t care, as long as he can suck them, while looking up at you, while you slowly jerk his dick off. bonus points would be practicing - if you tell him what a good boy he is, juhwan would moan more desperately and push his hips faster. as many warm words he hears as closer he is to cum.

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hyouma - power play/dacryphillia

everything is simple - he is huge and he knows it. and he knows you enjoy it. the fact is that he actually enjoy tower over you, making you feel smaller and weaker, it boosts his ego. when you have sex hyouma almost never have a mercy for you, until you say safe word. of course he spent some time to properly prepare you, but as soon as your first orgasm from his tongue and fingers hits you, be prepared to be hummered into the mattress with monstrous power. but hyouma have his moods sometimes, so he can make you stand up and fuck you from behind, holding your hands behind your back, while he can see your sweet, tear-stained -from overstimulation- face in the mirror and feel how your legs start to tremble with each strong thrust. if you start whimpering that your legs are shaking too much and you can't stand anymore, he will hold your body by wrapping one arm around your waist and putting the other onto your shoulder, forcing you to slam on his dick harder. or in this position he may let go of your hands to grab your hips so hard, that there will be traces of his fingers on your smooth, soft skin. or if you in bed in missionary position and he push your knees almost to your head. hyouma enjoy to lean on you with all his weight, making you feel how helpless you really are in this situation. he can’t explain it, he just feels feral during the sex and sometimes get lost in his pleasure, but the second you say safe word he will stop.

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ryohei - bondage

he enjoy control, and it spreads to your bedroom as well, same to his fetishes. he also capable to find and admire beauty in everything, and he find red ropes over your body really beautiful. the way how it squishes your body in places, how it provides all control over you to him, and how ropes leaves red and pink traces on your body. he likes to set intimate atmosphere in your bedroom with warm, dim lights, maybe some overpriced wine - just to set some mood. honestly, i think he enjoys the process of putting ropes over you more then actual sex, the idea that you trust him so much to let him tie you up during such emotional moment as sex is fascinates him. ryohei is service dom, so ropes maybe a little bit too tight, but all your other wishes is a command to him - he controls you physically now, but you have his mind, heart and soul, and the moment of sex he considers as an equal action - you both sacrifice something, give something to each other to receive something in return. for ryohei sex is a very sensual and emotional state, so he will do everything for his partner, and will expect the same return in return.

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mahon jo - cuckold

seriously, you can’t say that he wouldn’t enjoy seeing you fucked by kazuma or sangho in gym during one of their trainings. and if in case with kazuma it would be more like a threesome, caring, sensual and sweet, as kazuma accept that mahon was a sun who shine, and three of you shared romantic feelings towards each other, and you would be first ones with whom mahon learned that he actually enjoyed watching as his lover being fucked by someone else. as i said all three of you would be emotionally close to each other and during sex it would stay the same - kazuma is really sensual and passionate lover, so he would give the whole show to mahon by slowly undressing you, kissing you passionately, touching you in all right places, while making you look into mahon eyes and price both you and mahon. with sangho its whole different story. it would be more like sangho would fuck you from behind, making mahon look at two of you, not letting him touch you, or comfort you while he hummering his hard dick into your plushy pussy. mahon was fully aware that sangho was jealous over the fact he was better in cycling, but he hadn’t even thought about that sangho was jealous about you, such a sweet girlfriend mahon had, always coming on their competitions to cheer mahon’s team up. and mahon would lie if he would say that he don’t like sight of you under his teammate bending over some exercise equipment with your skirt up.

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juhwan part was kinda short😭😭

and i tried to make ryohei all romantic and passionate during the sex.

ed. writing it half asleep so don’t hesitate to point on mistakes💗🎀🩰🫧

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raven-moon-ink · 24 days

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Yan!Kane x reader darling

Pairing: Yandere Vampire OC Kane x reader

Content: MDNI!! (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑), TENTACLES, uhhh….unprotected sex??(tentacle condoms not applied ☹), feet fetish (sorry, I read a Nanami fic with this and have been low-key obsessed ever since), rough fucking, edging, suuuper dubby-con- yeah say bye to consent cuz he kinda manipulates her into thinking it’s a dream (never give up consent irl babes!!), BLOOD, biting, vampire kink, reader is mostly an oblivious soft cinnamon roll who already has a huge crush on him, daddy kink surfaces for a bit lmao, vampy dark romance aesthetic, oh yeah- yandere oc~ (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

Reader is a young writer who got selected for a writing retreat that is being held in a medieval castle. Only ten participants were selected after the interviews.

You were absolutely bewitched by the dark, mysterious castle that was nestled deep in the upper woods. When you first entered the castle, you roamed it for hours, excitedly skipped around the long, lonely corridors, your soft laughter waking up the castle monster. The stained windows with splashes of bright red on melancholy purple and green sparkled vividly on your beautiful skin. You stood next to them, basking in the morning light, unconscious of another splash of bright red- two glittering orbs that stared at you, hypnotised.

At dinner, the retreat organiser stood up and raised his wine glass to the tall figure that glided into the dining hall. “Lord Kane,” he said enthusiastically. “Thank you so much for hosting the Young Writer’s Retreat. Your castle is so otherworldly!”. You looked up from the mouth-watering food to the face of the castle master.

Your face heats as you stares into the most breathtaking face you has ever seen. Sharp, angular features framed by spiky silver hair. Your eyes distractedly wander the slopes of his broad shoulders and tight waist that strained against the velvety black of his shirt. Kane’s smiling eyes move from the organiser and rest on you, the cold garnet eyes enchanting in the bejewelled light of the chandelier. Your eyes flinch back to the silverware, heart stuttering nervously in your throat.

Yan! Kane ignores the empty spot next to the organiser and slides into the seat next to you at the end of the table.

You focus all your energy on not choking on the itty-bitty ass bites you shove down your dry throat. You reach for your wineglass, before realising it’s empty. Kane produces a bottle out of the shadows and pour the dark liquid into your cup while you stare at his long fingers that balanced the cold bottle, mind blank.

You hear him chuckle under his breath and murmur something. Huh? Did he just say “Cute” ? Aah, you must have misheard. You smile and murmur your thanks softly, not noticing the way his red eyes flashed the moment your lilting voice came out. “Is the food not to your liking?” he asked, looking at the painfully small bites you were taking. Your stomach twisted anxiously, “No, no- the food is lovely. I… I just don’t have much of an appetite today.” you said apologetically meeting his eyes.

Yan! Kane who pours all his energy on putting you at ease throughout the meal, asking you about your story and yourself. He is absorbed in everything you say, blood-red eyes resting on you warmly. You slowly relax and start smiling brightly as you chattered— both of you wrapped in a cocoon of your own, while everyone else talked amongst themselves.

You are the last to leave, as you hang on to Kane’s stories about the castle (not at all distracted by his dark red lips or husky voice or intoxicating scent that wrapped around you with how close he stood).

“Good night, Lord Kane.” “It’s just Kane.” And you half-ran back to your room, chiding yourself for being such a romantic all the time.

But you can’t deny the way you were clenching your legs after drowning in his scent throughout dinner. You can’t help whimpering when you caress your sensitive folds while soaking in the bath. Your fingers disappear into your warm hole, while you think of his veiny arms and fingers gripping the bottle. Since when did you get so horny by someone you hardly knew? You guiltily draw your fingers out, before climbing out and drying yourself. You fall asleep fitfully, your thighs rubbing to stop the ache in your still achy cunt.

The moonlight withdraws from your windows and your room is washed in darkness when your door opens silently. A shadowy silhouette walks to the foot of the bed and watches your sleeping form.

Yan! Kane didn’t think much when he offered to host the event. In the many hundreds of years he had lived, he had always supported the arts, and the writer’s retreat sounded intriguing enough to him. He loved the quiet of his castle, where he could work on his magic all day and go hunting in the privacy of his enormous property, which his servants looked after meticulously. But doing the same thing for a whole decade can tend to be boring…and mortals were interesting little things.

Yan! Kane who was obsessed with you the moment he saw your dreamy face as you wandered the halls. What a darling creature you were! So pretty and adorable. Were you trying to tempt him with your shy eyes and tiny smiles and that fucking sweet voice?

He was so fucking hard throughout dinner, his mind drowning in your sweet voice. He glared at the rest of the company who peeked at you now and then. How dare they listen your lovely voice or look at your enchanting face? He wanted to rip their eyes out and drown them in the lake nearby for their impudence. You were his now, and only his. His pretty little darling~

He knelt next to you feet on the bed and gentle lowered his lips to brush the skin. You squirmed in your sleep and he grinned lightly, sharp canines glinting in the darkness, and made his way up your leg, planting wet, open mouthed kisses on your calf and your soft, plush thighs. His dick throbbed as he bit lightly into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. It would look so even prettier painted in his cum.

You shivered in your sleep and he tilted his head to frown at the blanket you had kicked off the bed. Whatever. He had other ways to warm you. His eyes glowed scarlet and smoky tendrils gathered around his back, curling and uncurling curiously as they solidified.

Two long tentacles slid up your nightdress, pushing it up past your waist and revealing your clothed pussy to him. His nostrils flared as your arousal hit him and he reverently dragged his fingers up the wet cloth.

More tentacles wrapped around your ankles and your thighs holding you open, as he pressed a soft kiss to your core. You mewled softly in your sleep, and pressed your legs together, pushing him in deeper.

Your eyes opened and you blearily looked down at Kane’s face between your legs. “K-K-Kane?,” you ask, shocked. “Shhh, darling, it’s just a dream,” he whispered his eyes glowing eerily in the darkness. Your mind felt pleasantly hazy and you hesitantly smiled down at him, “I-It is?” He moved the scrap of fabric hiding you from him, a silky growl escaping him when he sees how fucking wet you are. With a snap, he snapped the fabric off, making you yelp. Wrapping his corded arms around your waist, he buried his head in your core, his tongue lapping at the slick. “Kane!” you gasp, when the tentacles up your dress wrapped themselves around your soft breasts. The little suctions at the tip sucked hungrily at your hard nipples making you cry out from pleasure.

Kane nibbled and sucked on your clit, making you tremble and grab his hair. He abused your poor clit till you were grinding desperately on his face, your walls clenching emptily.

“Kane!,” you sobbed softly and he groaned into your heat, sending delicious vibrations up your womb. You repeated his name like a plea as you bucked into his mouth. He raised his drenched face and grinned at you.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Touch me, please,” you sobbed shamelessly (this was a dream after-all, right???), tugging at the long strands of his moonlit hair.

Yan! Kane inserts two fingers into your hole, before slowly driving them in and out, the dragging pace driving you insane. His fingers buckled and pressed against the sweet spot that made your mind blank and arch off the bed. Your juices run down his fingers as he drives it in faster and faster, pushing you closer to the edge. “Kane, it’s too much!” your fingers push weakly at his head, but another pair of tentacles bind them and hold them over your head as he feasts on you. When he wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks, you fall apart, coming with a fractured moan. While the orgasm shocks pulsed through your body, he licks you through it, his tongue cleaning up everything you gave dutifully.

“You’re so perfect, darling,” he whispered happily, rising up and hovering over you. His eyes widen in surprise when you push up and capture his lips, tasting yourself on him. He returned the kiss greedily, sucking and nibbling on your soft lips. His tongue slipped in and drove into you with the same rhythm as his clothed cock grinding against your slick cunt. He drank in your moans with a heady grin, grinding more and more harshly against you.

He finally pulled back when you looked like you would pass out and sat back on his haunches at your feet, while you gazed up dazed, with your hands and feet still bound by his tentacles.

“Such a good girl. And you know what happens to good girls, sweetheart?” he cooed.

You blinked at him softly. He groaned.

Another tentacle rose up beside him, different from the others. Little suctions lined the underside, while the body was ridged and bulbous. He panted as he stroked it up and down, making it jerk excitedly. He smiled up at you as the tentacles moved towards your pussy.

“They get fucked like the sweet, little sluts they are.”

“Don’t you want daddy to fuck your pretty little cunt, princess?,” he asked, rubbing the hard length up and down your dripping core. It sucked along your folds, squelching as it slid along your wetness.

“Yes daddy,” you shakily whispered, thrusting your hips.

“Such a good girl,” he praised as he slowly fed the tentacle into your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back with a whimper, while your back bowed jerkily against the mattress, as it stretched beyond anything you ever imagined. He pushed deeper and deeper till it would go no further, and you felt so full you couldn’t think. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, grasping one of your feet. His appendage move inside you, sucking along your sensitive walls and making you cry out. He rubbed the bulging tent of his pants on your bound feet, humping it like a dog in heat, while his tentacle fucked you roughly, it’s bulbous head hitting against the spot deep inside that made you shake and scream, over and over, till tears streamed down your face from the overstimulation.

“Kane, kane, KANE,” you moaned like the sweet darling you are.

He bucked against your foot, his eyes rolling deliriously and a lopsided smirk on his lips.

He leaned forward and kissed sloppily along the underside of your breast, while you moaned and whimpered incoherently, your body bucking from the way his tentacles thrust into you, curving and filling your tender walls.

Another smaller tentacle played with your clit, edging you relentlessly. You mewled and clamped around the tentacle pounding into you, making him hiss.

“K-Kane! I’m …!”

He nipped his way up your chest, marking the delicate skin. Your thighs shook as pleasure built up like a storm. He reached your throat and the sharp canines dragged across your skin. Right before your climax overwhelmed you, he bit down. Blood trickled slowly, mixing with the aphrodisiac of his saliva.

You broke with a scream. You came for what felt like forever, squirting pathetically, with stars glinting sharply in inky darkness of your vision while you floated weightlessly. When you came to, you felt his tentacles release you and slowly drag out of your cunt. It thrusted gently into you once more before pulling out with a wet pop.

Kane groaned one last time as he bucked against your feet, before he shuddered and collapsed on you.

You shivered weakly, the soft caress of his lips on your neck and his body wrapping tightly around you being the last thing you register before passing out.

“Sleep tight, darling.” He smiled into your hair, bloody canines flashing.

“Tomorrow has only just begun.”

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luvxkdrama · 8 months

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— promises

pairing : hong woojin x reader

warnings : mentions of wounds and blood

word count : 1.4k

summary : you stitch him up after yet another fight where his life could’ve been taken away and you confront him about it

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The sound of the door unlocking made you snap to attention from your hours on the couch. You'd been eagerly awaiting any news from your boyfriend —Hong Woojin — who had been away for yet another mission with Gunwoo.

You immediately rushed towards the door and winced at the sight of Woojin covered in bloodstains. After exchanging a few glances with him and without saying anything, you made your way towards the bathroom in order to grab the first aid kit and clean his wounds as much as you could.

“Babe…” Woojin started but you cut him off by asking him to take his shirt off.

Even though he had a few wounds here and there, they thankfully weren’t deep so you could easily put a bandage on them to make them heal properly.

While you were cleaning up the small cut on his left cheek, you could feel Woojin’s strong gaze on your face, pleading you to talk to him.

“You promised you won’t put your life in danger again.” You stated truthfully, reminding him of his words from not even a week ago.

“Babe, I can’t leave Gunwoo alone in this and you know that. We just have to get rid of Myeonggil.” He sighed, leaning his head back on the couches’ arm.

“I’m just worried about you, Woo.” You put the first aid kit down and sat down on the couch next to him. “I can’t handle seeing you like this, always beaten up and leaving without giving me the certainty you will come back.” You said, feeling your heart ache every time he comes back home with his body filled with wounds and bruises.

Woojin carefully listened to your words, understanding that the situation was also taking a tool on you. As much as he hated to see you worried, he couldn’t give up now that he and Gunwoo were so close to put an end to this mess.

“I promise that once we’re finished with this affair, we’ll take a long vacation where I’ll be all yours.” He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’m holding you to your word.” You sighed, the corner of your lips unconsciously turning upwards at the sight of your boyfriend’s bright smile.

The warmth of Woojin's lips connecting to yours momentarily eased your worries, but the concern still lingered in the back of your mind. You knew that their mission against Myeonggil was far from over, and it meant more danger for Woojin and Gunwoo. However, you also knew you couldn't change Woojin's mind once his determination was set.

After the tender moment, Woojin rose from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. “I will quickly eat something and we can go to sleep, I can see you’re as exhausted as I am.” he said with a weak grin.

“Maybe you should take a shower, Woojin,” you suggested. “It might help you relax, I can get you some clean clothes and make you something to eat while you’re there.” You suggested.

“Only if you join me.” He playfully wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in to land a soft kiss on your neck.

You chuckled at his words and playfully slapped his shoulder, turning him around and gently pushing him towards the bathroom. Woojin groaned at your behaviour but raised his hands in defeat and entered the bathroom, leaving you to fetch a fresh set of clothes for him.

When Woojin returned from his shower, he looked a bit more refreshed. He changed into the clean clothes you had prepared and joined you on the table.

You put the food on the table and smiled at how eagerly Woojin was eating and complimenting your cooking skills.

You took a deep breath and decided it was time to address him something one last time. “Woojin, I know you can't back out of this mission and I won’t annoy you about it again, but promise me you'll be extra cautious and that you’ll come back home to me no matter what. I can't bear the thought of losing you.” You fidgeted nervously with the promise ring that Woojin has given you at your five months relationship anniversary.

Your boyfriend placed his hand over yours on the table, his thumb gently stroking the palm of your hand and his eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination. “I promise, Y/N. I'll do everything in my power to come back to you in one piece. And then, we'll have that vacation we talked about. Just you and me, no more danger.” He smiled, winking at you reassuringly.

You smiled through your worry, leaning in to kiss him before letting him enjoy the rest of the food.

The night wore on, and you and Woojin talked about the mission, the challenges he faced with Gunwoo, and your plans for the future. Despite the danger that loomed over him, you cherished these moments together, knowing that each one was precious.

As the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains, Woojin's exhaustion finally got the best of him and you both decided it was time to head towards the bedroom.

Although Woojin was tired, he couldn’t help but playfully pick you up and lead you towards the bed where he gently laid you down, before falling down next to you.

He breathed out in pleasure once the soft bedsheets came in contact with his skin, something he very much needed after a hard and painful day.

Woojin turned on his side to snuggle up to your back, holding you close to him to make sure you felt safe and loved. (And because, he just couldn’t fall asleep without feeling you by his side.)

“Goodnight, love.” He whispered and planted one last, gentle kiss in the crook of your neck before drifting off to the well-deserved sleep.

#bloodhounds #hong woojin #hong woojin x reader #bloodhounds x reader #woojin x reader #kim gunwoo #gunwoo x reader #kdrama x reader #fluff #angst #woo do hwan #lee sangyi

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